Even louder than the cheers for Theron are those greeting Beyonce Knowles when the young diva also appears and the 'bootylicious babe' fairly bounces down the aisle to the ring, resplendent in gold robe, trailed by a large entourage of managers, assistant managers, public relations flacks, hangers on and finally handlers.

Noticeably absent from Charlize’s own ring entourage is the lovely young dark-haired tart Val, she of the magic fingers and practiced tongue with a not-so-secret affinity for the tall, gorgeous, formerly blonde gone raven tressed for her newest film. Oh Val’s still a BIG part of Charlize’s life all right, but in a different way now. Ginny, when she came aboard, took full charge of Charlize’s fight affairs, promptly deducing that the young blonde would be a bit too much of a distraction for the super-sexed Theron during her fights. So Val, not happily, awaits in the dressing room where she will doubtless be called upon for one of her famously soothing post-fight 'massages' whether Char wins this thing or not.

In fact, everyone in Char’s corner is new for this fight; hand-picked by Ginny for their experience and professionalism. This is serious business; and Ginny, a one-time IFWF women's wrestling champion, is staking her considerable newly won reputation as a fight manager and trainer on the outcome; flatly predicting that her newly fit, stronger and hungrier Charlize Theron will return to glory tonight!

BACKGROUND
The story is that Charlize and Ginny met in Europe, while Theron was wrapping work for her latest film project, "Aeon Flux" (coming to theaters this September!) Ginny, long a fixture in professional women’s wrestling in the states, had been on the Continent for several months as part of her new career, developing some emerging Euro-babe celebrity-boxing talent. Introduced at a wrap party for "Aeon Flux" (in which one of Ginny’s boxers appeared in a bit part) Ginny and Charlize hit if off right away and the conversation soon turned to celebrity fighting with Charlize pouring out her concerns to the veteran about the obvious struggles she’d been having of late.

Ginny, ever blunt and to the point, basically told Char she'd seen most of her recent fights - most notably the dreadful KO’s by Cameron Diaz (costing Charlize her title) and, of course, the disastrous KO by Beyonce Knowles that followed. She frankly stated her opinion that Charlize had become complacent and soft, stating bluntly that the former champion simply wasn’t working hard enough in training and therefore wasn’t strong or durable enough to stand in against the fit and powerful young woman in the celebrity fight scene these days. Beyonce Knowles being the most prominent example. Ginny warned the fight game was gonna pass poor Charlize Theron right on by if she didn’t make changes.

When Charlize asked her advice on what changes she should make, Ginny's answer was immediate, "First thing you do is fire your damn manager. You hire me to take over your fight management and I’ll make you a champion again!”

And that was that; Charlize needed no further convincing. Her old manager, who’d been with her for so many glorious fights but had seemed to lose her magic touch with the leggy former champ as Charlize struggled, was shoved out the door by Ginny herself, with Charlize standing behind her. The fired manager left with a measly termination check and nary a wave goodbye from her famed charge as she - angrily - exited stage left, hurling invectives and making threats!

Ginny was now in full charge of Charlize Theron’s celebrity fight career and almost an entirely new team was brought in with Ginny, all hand-picked by the fight manager. They apparently included a new high profile strength and fitness coach, rumored to be none other than the celebrated Cory Everson. Most of what was reported was rumors as the truth remained hidden. Charlize’s training camp, for so long a wide open, celebrity studded, groupie clogged, party place, was closed to the public AND press. Still, there was THE TALK. Tales of how Everson had come in, worked over and ultimately dropping an exhausted Theron at the end of a long sparring match. Rampant rumors of rigorous weight training and road work Fanciful (no doubt) reports of Charlize, perhaps for the first time in her life, rigorously undertaking roadwork. There as even talk show speculation that Ginny was having Charlize work mostly on conditioning and skills rather than sparring against lesser fighters, where - so the story goes - Ginny felt the ex-champ was picking up bad habits, lowering herself to their brawling, undisciplined styles.

But again, all was speculation and rumors, albeit spiked by the likes of Jennifer Lopez, for instance, who had sought to sign-on again as a Theron sparring partner, only to be told they weren’t hiring and didn’t need any sparring partners just then. J-Lo, of course, went public with her ideas - namely that Charlize was afraid of being embarrassed again by the tough Latina in sparring sessions, but was getting worked over regularly by the sparring partners she currently had. Of course, J-Lo couldn’t name any of these sparring tormentors, but many in the media bought into the story nevertheless.

Char’s long-time, now ex-manager, no longer sad but clearly embittered at being let go, fueled the rumor mills even more by charging that Theron was "a shot fighter" and had looked terrible in training the last few weeks she'd been allowed to work with the former champion. "Now," she explained. "They basically don’t want her 'adoring fans' to see what a joke she’s become as a fighter."

All this was here-say of course, since nobody save Theron’s now tiny inner fight circle was allowed into her camp. And those who WERE allowed in, were under a strict gag order. "Don’t talk to anyone, especially the damn press!” Ginny warned. She was calling the shots now.

Anyhow, back to the present! This fight for the title against the young champion, Knowles, had come sooner than Charlize and Ginny had expected and maybe hoped. They had seemed to have expected Beyonce would give Natasha Henstridge an immediate rematch following their close title fight which was fine with them. They wanted to get a tune-up match out of the way as their first fight together, maybe a rematch with Cameron Diaz with no title on the line. With plenty of history between the two it would not only be a natural draw but big box office. They figured Char could handle Cameron easily enough this time after seeing how bad and worn out Diaz looked in her last bout, a desolate KO by rising star Jessica Biel.

But it turned out Beyonce Knowles, after being knocked silly and all but out by Natasha in a desperate closing round, apparently wanted nothing to do with the big Canadian. Before hooking up with Ginny, Charlize had worked Joe, the owner of the fight joint, quite a bit, asking him out to dinner, schmoozing him so the big dolt started angling for her to get a shot at Beyonce as soon as possible. So all this maneuvering worked almost too well - that is, too quickly.

With Beyonce cool toward a Henstridge rematch, she turned to fighting Theron whom she’d already wrecked once, particularly when Joe sweetened the financial pot for the undefeated champion, promising 75% of the gate after covering expenses, with Theron getting 15% (and Joe pocketing the rest.) These girls are filthy rich, and the amount of money they win in the boxing game is like pocket change to them; but it’s a matter of pride; and relative takes of the gate thus mean something to these proud beauties.

Normally Charlize, a 3 time former champion, would be insulted by having to “settle for” a mere 15% cut, even fighting for the tile against an undefeated champion and she did pout more than a bit in reacting to the offer, but Ginny told her exactly what most of the “real world” already knew, this was piddling change whether it was 75% or 15%.

“Take it or leave it girl, but if you take it you fight the champ and you take her out you’re champion again! You walk away from this purse and this fight and your title contention days may be over because I’m definitely out of here! I don’t want to work with some whining prima donna, I came here to make you a champion again. You decide if pouting over a few measly bucks is worth risking the rest of your fight career and LOSING another manager!”

Explained like that, Charlize quickly SAW it Ginny’s way, agreeing to the contract and retaining her manager. Privately, however, Charlize confided to girlfriends Val and Sunny that she wasn’t sure she was ready for a title fight, what with this being her first fight under Ginny and all. Still, everyone expected her to give it her best shot and Ginny was supremely confident that HER WAY was the ONLY WAY back to the top for Charlize. Her unwavering confidence in her fighter, call it tough love if you will, meant a lot to Theron who, at least publicly, bought into Ginny’s insistence that she was READY for Beyonce or anybody else!

If Theron had private doubts about being ready for the fight, Beyonce was also secretly harboring doubts, mostly triggered by her close call against Natasha Henstridge. Escaping with a narrow decision despite almost having her head taken off in the final seconds by the big Canadian, the once loud-mouthed, boastful champion had been humbled a bit and had toned down her public remarks about making “old six round Theron QUIT in this rematch."

She too had watched on closed circuit as Charlize picked herself up off the canvas in the 6^th round against Halle Berry in her last fight, then come on to stop the game, but utterly exhausted, older woman in the 8^th. So Beyonce knew Charlize still had the heart of a champion and now she had a veteran fight manager, Ginny, who'd been successfully preparing real wrestlers and boxers for years. Plus, Beyonce had to worry that everything going on over in Char’s camp was being done in absolute secrecy. That unnerved the brash young champion a bit.

But make no mistake, Beyonce Knowles fully intends to remain undefeated champion when she leaves the ring tonight, after laying Charlize Theron out on the canvas yet again; but she also knows, or thinks she knows, that any Ginny-trained fighter is not going to just lay there and take her beating. Deep down, she knows it’s going to be a war, yet one that she fully intends to win, DECISIVELY!

The crowd was already worked into a lather with beer and fight talk both flowing freely. Earlier on the card, they’d watched two sizzling duels; the first pairing strong and tall young brunette, Mandy Moore, against a much smaller, but solidly built, young blonde, Britney Spears in a well publicized, and well-attended, battle of young pop divas and the second, a ten round semi-main event featuring top contenders Natasha Henstridge, and Jessica Biel.

MOORE-SPEARS PRELIM
Each was coming off big victories, trashing aging former stars Demi Moore and Madonna, respectively. And in the fight earlier, an 8 round preliminary, Spears, the less experienced and shorter woman was a decided underdog. But, driving with the power of her strong, well-developed legs, Brit had shocked the tall brunette with an early knockdown before tiring beneath Mandy’s long, looping, power-packed bombs. With Britney fading, she went down for the first time from a Mandy right hook late in the 6^th round. The fight was stopped midway through the 7^th with poor Britney soaking up leather while lolling helplessly on the ropes. So Mandy Moore, tested, but victorious yet again, continues her steady march up the ranks, while Spears, who has shown spunk, was betrayed by the fact that maybe she's in a little over her head with the much bigger, stronger tall girls. Mauling the old blonde, Madonna, is one thing, but taking on a tall, well-built young brunette like Mandy Moore (who had sternly tested both Beyonce Knowles and Charlize Theron in recent fights) is quite another. Britney gave it a good shot, but she faded badly down the stretch as the much bigger Moore proved too strong and was able to outreach and ultimately stop the game, but outclassed, little blonde.

HENSTRIDGE-BIEL SEMI-FINAL
If that fight set the tone for the evening, the Natasha Henstridge and Jessica Biel clash really stoked the flames! Henstridge, virtually forgotten before almost taking Beyonce’s head off in her last fight, is certainly WELL KNOWN now as a big powerful, if still somewhat awkward, puncher. Biel too had impressed with a public bludgeoning of the seemingly “shot” ex-champ, Cameron Diaz and before that, the lithe brunette had gained instant notoriety in the celebrity fight game by allegedly flattening the great Charlize Theron in a sparring session - a miscue that allegedly cost the lovely brunette her sparring job in Theron’s camp. The fight, probably setting up the winner for an imminent title shot, was as advertised - a close, intensely fought battle between two hungry, aggressive women. Each had predicted victory, and each professed an eagerness for a shot at the undefeated champ, Knowles. Neither girl had given any thought of fighting Theron for the title - a probably unintentional snub that pissed off Charlize as she watched the fight unfolding from her dressing room.

Henstridge emerged with the decision, but it wasn’t easy as the younger, smaller, Biel looked quicker and more mobile, those advantages negating Henstridge’s size and strength for much of the fight. Jessica, who by all credible accounts had, indeed, REALLY had floored a stunned Charlize Theron in a sparring session, unleashed some of that power Theron had felt; staggering the big Canadian a couple times at mid-fight, but failing to drop her. The only knockdown in the close fight, came a minute from the end of the 10^th and final round. With the smaller Biel, wearing down noticeably in the late rounds under Natasha’s heavy bombing being backed to the ropes and dropped to all fours by a whistling left hook. She beat that count and survived on wobbly legs as Henstridge eagerly, if awkwardly, tried to finish. But the damage was done and that lone knockdown proved the difference as Natasha was awarded a narrow, but unanimous, one point victory.

After the fight, Henstridge bellowed into the ring mike, “Bring on that bootylicious champ! Next time they’ll have to haul you off on a stretcher, BEYONCE!”

Again Charlize felt snubbed, it apparently not even considered a possibility of emerging with the title - at least, in Natasha’s eyes. By then, however, Charlize was already focusing in on her own imminent fight and not even watching the screen although the sound was turned up so she could hear what was being said.

INTRODUCTIONS
With the prelims out of the way, the tension in the ring and in the crowd was at a fevered pitch. Charlize shed her silver robe first, drawing loud gasps from the crowd as they get their first look at her new, re-developed, incredible body. It's still curvy, of course, and unbelievably sexy as always, but now its filled out with more defined muscles in her abs, upper arms and she's even added definition to her long, exquisitely turned thighs and calves. Beyonce even blinks twice at the newly buff former champion. Charlize smiles slyly, reveling in the crowd’s adulation, and secretly relishing most of all the dumb-struck, some might say awestruck, expression on her young nemesis who slowly peels down her gold robe next, putting her equally fantastic, mocha colored body on display. She gives nothing away to the buff blonde save height for the young champion is equally firm, yet more curvy both upstairs and down, and she shows even more smooth muscularity than Charlize in her powerful, alluring, bronze-hued thighs and calves. The crowd roars in appreciation at the second delicious unveiling.

The women are down to the basics, Charlize in the familiar cream colored string bikini, Beyonce in glittering gold hot pants and matching bikini top. They meet at the center of the ring, with their managers, Ginny and the champ’s manager staring impassively at one another as the two sexy antagonists briefly slap gloves before stepping back, each bouncing on nimble feet, burning up small amounts of nervous energy while the referee explains the basics. As agreed beforehand, the will have no stipulated maximum number of rounds; it will end only when one fighter is knocked out or is unable or unwilling, to answer the call for the next round. The referee has free rein to stop the fight on a TKO when a fighter is unable to defend herself and in danger of serious injury. They nod, then step back to their corners.

Beyonce yells over at her tall, blond challenger, “You’re going DOWN, Theron, RIGHT NOW! It’s showtime, BITCH and I’m the only show in town!”

Charlize starts to say something, but Ginny quickly shoves her mouthpiece between her teeth as she opens her mouth. Char doesn’t look back at the champion and Ginny smiles thinly, pleased her new charge has her game face on.

ROUND ONE
Charlize may have her 'game face' on; may have exuded outwardly a newly-focused determination and quiet confidence to close confidantes during the build-up to this much-anticipated rematch with the young undefeated champion, Beyonce Knowles but inside she’s boiling over with anxiety and hidden fears. Truth to tell, she's had little real fight action in the weeks since climbing off the deck to stop the game-but-exhausted Halle Berry. Ginny had drilled the basics into her again and again while building her conditioning and toughening her attitude, but the improvement in the former champ has been mostly physical to this point. One glance at the gold bedecked champion brings back a flood of dreadful memories as Charlize shuffles out of her corner at the opening bell, her long, lovely legs feeling too heavy, too disconnected from the onrushing match for her own good. Sluggishly, Charlize fends off Beyonce’s opening surge as the young champion, the instant aggressor, moves out on the attack. Charlize is bodied back to the ropes, grimacing from two hard body hooks, then clinching.

Ginny snarls at her from the corner, “Quit sleep-walking and fight girl…FOR GAWDS SAKE!”

Charlize slithers sideways along the ropes as the referee forces a break, flicking out a defensive, 'don't hurt me' jab at the ever-advancing champion; giving up her body to protect her head; her lean torso bent to one side as Beyonce takes what’s given, lashing a stinging left hook up under Char’s right ribs. The newly raven-haired challenger blanches, wheezes, frantically clinches again as visions of that awful final round so many months ago flash through her mind as Beyonce impatiently brushes off the referee’s restraining arm after another break.

"Lemme at her, ref!” she growls.

Ginny is still yammering from her corner and some in the crowd are already booing the former champion for her pawing, backpedaling lack of aggression but others are wildly cheering the aggressive young Black girl, lusting for a quick, dominating KO of this upstart white challenger! Charlize barely hears any of it, her head swirling - and she hasn’t even been hit hard yet! Charlize backpedals toward a neutral corner, her gloves tucked protectively at her pretty face, again giving up the body to the powerful young undefeated champion. And once again, BEYONCE TAKES THERON'S BODY - BIG TIME!

Beyonce surges forward, slashing wild hooks into Charlize's vibrating torso, disdaining any pretense of a defense in a frenzied attempt to pummel this passive former blonde into quick submission. Charlize absorbs the punishment, her face grimacing, her body twisting tortuously - still with her peek-a-boo defense around her head as, in her minds eye, visions of the dreadful first fight flicker as she relives the savage beat-down, sees herself sliding down the tawny young beauty’s glistening body, her numb hands groping helplessly at the thick twin pillars of sinewy tan muscle pressed against her bruised and battered face. It’s all still too, too real! Theron’s long legs rippled with a particularly hard, ripping, gut shot and over in the corner, Char's new manager Ginny, is quiet for once, if only briefly, her mouth gaping open disgustedly as she watches Charlize clinch desperately, then muttering under her breath as the referee for the third time pulls the raging young champ off her cringing fighter.

“Crying out loud, my girl’s got a whole lot of quit in her right now. Get YOUR RAGGEDY ASS OF THE ROPES, GIRL!” she finally bellows in exasperation.

Despite the exhortation of her manager, poor Charlize was still fighting in a fog; stoically accepting Beyonce’s ripping body shots, then clinching and holding on desperately trying to force a break by the ref. But finally, she hauls her “raggedy ass” off the ropes - sort of - stumbling to one side after a break, almost turning her back on the rampaging young champion in her flight. Beyonce is on her in a rush, sinking in a hard body shot that bends Char’s lean torso forward, right into a follow-on left hook up high that Theron barely turns her head away from in time, but one that nevertheless freezes the tall challenger long enough for the bullish Beyonce to throw herself on Charlize and again belly her back up against the ropes.

Even when she uses it, Theron’s tentative jab does nothing to stem the tide of Beyonce's all-out attack on her beleaguered body and again, as Beyonce bludgeons her body, Theron is bent over, groaning, from still another vicious body hook.

A matronly ringside fan leaps to her feet screaming, “Atta way champ, finish de BUM!”

Bootylicious Beyonce gets literally in the bigger girl’s face, the thick-legged young champion swinging her hips from side-to-side in her all-out attempt to pound her cowering challenger into a quick, first round submission. As Char stoops over in pain - amidst another drawn-out anguished moan after Beyonce’s latest body shot - the young champion slashes a quick, hard, uppercut up between Charlize's pawing arms; her fist slamming into Char’s jaw and snapping her head back. Theron’s long, lovely legs shiver as her knees buckle with the after-effects of the punch and her arms wrap around Beyonce as she groggily hangs on, hoping the ref will move in and give her a brief respite as he enforces yet another break. But he’s slow to react, giving Beyonce time to follow her chilling chin check with a flurry of leather down low; slamming wild left and rights into poor Char’s unprotected belly.

Charlize has had enough; losing her grasp of Beyonce and emitting a weak "Uunnnhhhhh…” as she slides down her tawny body to both knees, shoulders hunched, head turned to the side, her right cheek pressed to Beyonce’s brown, sweat-slick thigh. It’s déjà vu all over again, poor Char laying seemingly slain against those smoothly muscled, mocha beauties, dutifully awaiting the count, by all appearances all but beaten AGAIN by her bootylicious tormentor.

In the challenger’s corner, Ginny has seen quite enough, turning away and muttering, “Shiiiiiittttt” at the sight of her leggy charge collapsing helpless to her knees. Beyonce stands literally in her slumped challenger’s face, one glove curled at the back of Theron’s head, holding her groggy victim's face against her as she callously pumps her big, beautiful thigh up and down on Theron’s blushing face while the referee pulls at the young champ’s shoulders, imploring her to, “Move back now, clear some space.”

Beyonce finally, reluctantly, steps back to a neutral corner, letting Charlize topple forward on all fours, her head bowed low, swaying woozily and looking like she'll collapse any second as the count finally begins. It reaches “FOUR” before she even attempts to lift her head, but at “SEVEN” she lurches shakily and rises, stopping the ref’s count at “EIGHT.” Charlize is swaying, then reels back against the ropes, but somehow she stays upright. The ref checks her gloves, looks into her eyes, then moves away, leaving the beleaguered challenger to paw ineptly at the onrushing champion as Beyonce bulls her back into the ropes, pushes her head under Charlize's chin and abuses her body one final time just as the bell, mercifully, ends this embarrassingly dismal round for the ex-champ.

Beyonce shows little disappointment at not getting a first round stoppage, dancing to her corner at the bell, a big smile on her youthful face, gloved hands high as if saluting her imminent victory. She gets pats on the back from her corner and confident encouragement from her manager.

"Way to go, girlfriend; you’ll get her next round, champ!”

It’s a far scene across the ring in Charlize’s corner where Ginny glares angrily as Char wanders slowly to her corner, her long legs holding up well enough, but her spirit completely deflated after her woeful display. If she expected any encouragement when she drops her butt on her stool, Char gets none; instead suffering a sharp SLAP from a highly pissed off veteran fight manager who follows that stinging rebuke with a spiteful earful for her fighter.

"Wake up already, will you, girl?" Ginny screams, her breath blowing Charlize's hair back. "For crying out loud, you're sleepwalking out there. You damn near got your head taken off.” Char nods glumly, knowing full well she’s stunk up the joint and let down her new manager. Now has a stinging red welt on the side of her face to deal with; her “wake-up call” as it were. It, the welt, is the least of the pain she’s feeling at the moment. Ginny is still in her face, mad as a hornet; but then, right in the middle of her latest tirade, she throws in an odd zinger, “Chrissakes, Char, with that pitiful defense you were offering up out there, it’s a damn good thing you weren’t out there against a real, skilled fighter! Hell, Cat Bell in her prime woulda laid you out flat long time ago the way you fought that round. Knowles ain’t NOTHING as a fighter, but she’s got inside your head - that’s something you’ve gotta get over QUICK!”

Char snaps to in an instant at the words, looking up at her manager quizzically, thinking, “Beyonce’s the undefeated champ, knocked me out cold the first time we fough - and Ginny thinks she’s NUTHIN?”

But Ginny isn’t through, her tone softening as she pulls her fighter off the stool for the start of round two, “Look Char, you go out there and BE Charlize Theron The Great Champion this time, OK? She’s leaving herself wide open when she throws the hook. When she hooks, you counter attack over her extended arm; use your damn jab for a change. You can KNOCK THIS GIRL OUT if you just focus. She’s a pretender, believe me. You stick your jab in her face; keep her busy; look for an opening - and there WILL BE ONE; when you get it, she goes DOWN!” Char nods her head glumly, wanting to believe, her manager’s words still echoing through her numbed brain. Ginny asks her, her hands holding Charlize by the cheeks as she asks, “She didn’t REALLY hurt you back there, did she?”

Charlize shakes her head for, in all truth, the chin corker, while it stunned her and buckling her legs briefly, DID NOT put her on the canvas. She could have stayed on her feet, she realizes now, but instead she sank disconsolately to her knees in the midst of Beyonce’s flurry of body blows! She realized Ginny was right, Beyonce HAD got inside her head, but she hadn't taken over her psyche entirely - not yet anyway. She had finally lifted her head while slumped on all fours and lurched to her feet. When it was time to give up or get up, she got up! A small bit of pride refusing to just kneel there and accept being counted out. Charlize shuffles out dutifully for the second round, her manager’s all too true words echoing in her head; she has a fight to take care of.

Meanwhile, over in the other corner, Beyonce is, typically full of herself, breezily turning to her manager as she bounces to the balls of her feet, eagerly awaiting the bell. "That bitch is AFRAID of me. Now, I’m going to make her quit, watch!”

But Beyonce's manager isn't amused, warning her young charge, “Look champ, don’t try to show her up or make her quit and all that shit; just knock the bitch out and get it over with. But be careful, she’s still dangerous. Watch that long jab, you gotta be smart and deadly at the same time. Go out there, don’t make any mistakes and do what you do best - go for the knockout punch and be done with her. Laying her out flat is better'n making her quit, believe me!”

Beyonce gave her manager a sideways glance at the mention of Theron’s “dangerous long jab,” openly disdainful of the ex-champ’s seemingly diminished arsenal. And, judging by Charlize’s dismal, cowering effort in the opening stanza, there’s little reason for the cocky young champion to think otherwise!

ROUND TWO
At the bell, Beyonce Knowles, the fabulously strong, sexy young undefeated champion, steps out quickly, going instantly back on the attack, fully intent on making Theron QUIT. She slashes in as Charlize moves cautiously in the early going. Beyonce’s hard, wild left hook is barely deflected by Char’s hastily raised right glove; but Beyonce keeps moving in, working the body, beating the bigger woman back, step by step. It looks like an instant replay of the lopsided first round with the leggy challenger’s passivity instantly rousing the “boo birds” when she quickly clinches.

But this time, off the break, Char snaps a quick, hard left jab back at the champion before moving away, the punch surprising Beyonce, glancing off the side of her pretty face when she swivels her head away just at the last second. Over in Char’s corner, Ginny is heartened by her tepid, confused-looking charge actually showing a pretty good jab. For her part, the impetuous young champion is NOT amused, bulling forward indignantly after taking the unexpected jab flush on the side of her face, then taking a few more jabs to the face before managing to pin her victim back on the ropes again. Beyonce's arms are a blur of motion, ripping in wide sweeping arcs into the lean, lovely torso of the challenger; Beyonce grunting with the effort as Charlize' body starts to twist in agony as she is unable to stifle a groan. Charlize drops her arms down into a tangle with the furiously pumping arms of the young champion. Charlize pumps back a stiff left and then a right, drawing a small but telling gasp from the youngster who lifts her head, her beautiful face wearing a slight grimace as she disentangles herself before the ref does.

Both circle warily like caged tigresses sizing up their prey; the young, heretofore supremely cocky champion showing newfound, if grudging, respect for her challenger. Beyonce feints a left hook to the body, then moves in with fists blazing…only to be slowed by one stiff left jab, then a second! Shaking off the blows as she steps back, Beyonce suddenly seems frustrated as her grandiose plans of a quick and complete break down the leggy former champ have hit a bit of a snag midway in the round.

Still, Beyonce stays in Char’s face for the most part, wading through her long jabs, willing to take a few shots in exchange for getting inside, working the body, as Char still can't blunt the bull rush of the strong-legged young diva. But this time when Beyonce again bodies the taller challenger back into the ropes, a funny thing happens - actually two funny things!

First, there’s a different sound to Beyonce’s slashing fists as they pummel the lean, curvy body of the legendary ex-champ. Muffled or almost non-existent is the SMACK and the THUD of hard fists meeting soft flesh and gone too are the labored grunts and tortured gasps of a beleaguered foe steadily weakening under the furious barrage. Instead, the sound is more hollow slap of glove on newly hard abs and the measured, if still slightly labored, breathing of a superbly conditioned athletic beauty. Never in recent memory has the former champion been so physically primed as she is now.

The second funny thing - not really so funny if you’re a would-be Charlize Destroyer, is that Charlize, far from just accepting her body beating as she was mostly helpless to prevent in their first meeting, is now fighting back with vigor; her first round lethargy a fading, unpleasant memory as, this time, she answers Beyonce’s thunder with a little thunder of her own!

After another heated exchange of body punching, Charlize disdains the clinch and instead slides to the right along the ropes, then turns and, with time running down on this round, the two sexy combatants go toe-to-toe in a furious barrage of punching. Beyonce drives a high hard right over Char’s upraised gloves, slamming into the side of her face, staggering the leggy challenger. Char steps back, weaving slightly, shaking her head, then setting up again, rapidly bobbing and weaving her upper body. Beyonce, buoyed by her success, leaps into a sweeping left hook up high.

Peering out from behind her gloves, Charlize sees the opening as the champion briefly exposes her face as she swings into the wide, uplifting left hook. Barely moving her head away from the fearsome hook, at the same time Charlize leans into her counterstroke, a hard, crisp, straight left through the slight gap between the young champ’s gloves. The punch plows into the stunned champion’s jaw, whipping her head backward. Beyonce blinks, staggers back one step, then sits down hard and rolls onto her back! THE CHAMPION GOES DOWN! THE CHAMPION GOES DOWN! Beyonce is pole-axed onto her back by a single shocking left to the jaw!

Charlize lowers her gloves, staring almost incredulous at the sight of gorgeous young Beyonce lying dazed at her feet. Bedlam erupts in the arena as the referee motions the still-stunned Theron toward a neutral corner. The tall, newly raven-haired challenger, slowly moves in that direction as the count begins with Beyonce still looking hurt and bewildered, still flat on her back with her feet planted flat on the canvas, those thick brown legs drawn up at the knees.

At “THREE”, the downed champion groans as she rolls to one side. At “FIVE” she's up into a shaky crouch on all fours, her forehead almost touching the canvas, sucking big gulping breaths of air as she tries to gather her wits. By the count of "SEVEN" she's upright, staggered and wobbly, but on her feet at least. The referee hurriedly shakes the still woozy champ’s gloves and has to step quickly out of the way as Charlize races in on the attack almost before he can wave her in. Beyonce, though STILL HURTING, woozy and weaving unsteadily, barely manages to get her glove up in time to deflect Char’s zinging right, unable to elude the following left that catches her high up on the side of her head; sending her reeling back, legs buckling, slumping and sagging on the ropes, her arms drawn up around her fragile jaw as the referee quickly moves in, shoving Char away.

He begins a new 'standing eight count' with Beyonce hunched over, staring glassy eyed with her bootylicious butt stuffed between the ropes, barely being propped up by her wobbly stems. The count reaches “FOUR” before the bell (DING! DING! DING!) rescues the dazed, embattled champion from further harm. Beyonce, aided by the referee's arm on her elbow, wobbles slowly in the general direction of her corner, stutter stepping sideways at one point, caught in the arms of her manager still ten feet from her corner, pulled in and shoved down on her stool where she's frantically worked on by her team.

Charlize is already in her corner, arms slung over the ropes, chest heaving, and SMILING! With one big punch - and a healthy dose of gritty determination - the much-maligned challenger has shockingly turned the tide of the fight in the second round. And Ginny is beaming too! She knows the REAL CHARLIZE THERON has finally showed up. But Ginny's not over-confident, nor is Charlize as the veteran manager quietly confers with her famed charge between rounds. Still, they unavoidably peek over at the banged up champion who is being furiously worked on in the far corner.

Ginny tells Charlize, “Look, Char, this just evens up things a bit, don’t for a moment think she’s gonna lay down and let you beat her from here on out. Don’t get me wrong, she ain’t nuthin; wasn’t nuthin coming in and isn’t that now, but you gotta stay on your toes, take what she gives you - and she’ll give you plenty, believe me! You stay focused, fight within yourself, exploit her woeful defense - especially her deliciously glassy jaw - and you’ll exit the ring what you shoulda been all along, CHAMPION! …. Understand?” Charlize nods and a small grin creases her lips; she’s definitely ready for round three.

Over in Beyonce's corner, they’re frantically trying to get their touched up charge ready to go as the bell approaches. Fortunately, Beyonce has youthful resilience while an older fighter might not recover as quickly during the short break. Even so, she’s still hurting physically, but, more importantly her immense pride has been wounded. A few minutes earlier, she'd been confident of a quick, overwhelming victory; mauling the tepid, cowering Theron and brazenly assumed she could just wade in and inflict a beating on an over-matched, seemingly intimidated victim. Beyonce had felt sure Charlize would become not only her latest, but her first two-time KO victim…or even better, the first to up and quit on her in the ring. Either way, she had no doubt her unbroken string of conquests would continue this night.

But it all unraveled in a dizzying rush after Charlize's shocking left hand caught her flush, exposing the same glass jaw big Canadian Natasha Henstridge, had exploited late in their recent title match. Beyonce had survived then, barely, and now Beyonce fully intends to survive THIS unfortunate little pratfall as well. Standing grim-faced but steady, she awaits the bell. The young champion now knows she’s in for a real fight, but she’s quietly determined to take back the fight and do it in this round.

ROUND THREE
The crowd is on its feet roaring, as the two sexy combatants come together to start the third round of what had suddenly become a frenetic title tilt. Already, they’d seen Charlize bludgeoned to her knees in the first round, then watched in shock as the undefeated champion got knocked on her butt and left sitting woozy in the ropes in the second! What could possibly happen next? Plenty, it seems! Beyonce, drawing on her remarkable recuperative powers, went immediately on the attack; wading in with both guns blazing, willing to tolerate a few jabs to get at the glistening, newly hard but still suspect abs of her tall challenger. But unlike the first, Charlize wouldn't hang back and lay on the ropes this round, instead fighting back in the close-in body exchanges, refusing to give up the ring to the strong-legged champion. Mid-way through the round, both had taken damage and were sucking air - but perhaps more telling, Beyonce was clearly flustered as her grandiose plans of systematically beating down the older woman were unraveling with each passing minute.

It was mid-round and after a furious exchange, both women fell into a mutual, weary clinch, both groping, grabbing and hanging on tight until the ref finally pried them apart. Beyonce, abandoning her body attack while trying to go upstairs, slams a hard left cross off the break, but it misses her moving target as her fist sails high and wide…and walks her right into Char’s countering right! The quick right, not all that hard but right on target, scuffs the champion across the side of her face, driving her back in confusion.

Now, for perhaps the first time this fight and one of the few in her mercurial career, the young champion begins to retreat, back away as Charlize Theron plods forward, leading with her long, lethal left jab, forcing the tawny young champion back into a neutral corner. Theron, working her jab incessantly then coming over the top with a crisp right cross that Beyonce barely gets her glove up in time to send Theron's glove ricocheting off it into the side of her jaw…STAGGERING THE CHAMPION! Now Beyonce is the one holding on as Charlize flashes leather in close; snapping hooks to the body in from both sides, the slashing with the left hook. THE CHAMP IS HURT AGAIN! Theron landing the right, snapping Beyonce' s head to one side, putting a wobble in her big, beautiful tree-trunk legs. Beyonce frantically throws herself at Theron, holding on woozily as Charlize, winded from her frenetic late punching, is unable to break the champ’s pawing grasp before the bell.

There’s pandemonium in the arena as Beyonce staggers noticeably as she meanders slowly to her corner. Charlize, on the other hand, is riding an adrenaline high; pumping a gloved fist to raucous cheers as she slowly moonwalks back into her corner, grinning broadly. In the corner, Ginny quickly pulls Charlize ass down on her stool and gets in her face, setting her straight!

"Look, girl, you got her worried now; she’s tired and discouraged - and you’ve hurt her - but it ain’t over YET! You gotta keep your head, keep her off balance with your jab, pick her apart when she tries to attack which she's gonna have to do now that you've taken control. You understand what I'm telling you?” she asks, shaking Charlize's shoulders to ensure her full attention. Between big, gulping breaths of air, Charlize nods, that old familiar gleam back in her eyes, the confidence of a superbly conditioned and prepared fighter showing through. She’d faced down the best early thunder the young champion could bring and she not only survived, but thrived, in counter-attack….EXACTLY AS Ginny predicted!

In the other corner, concern and confusion run rampant, the embattled champion laying back with arms draped over the corner ropes and head laid over the turnbuckle as her handlers feverishly try to pump some life into her battered, tired body. She has been shockingly carved up by Theron's long jab and her quick, lethal short head punches from a veteran challenger in the late going of both rounds two and three.

Beyonce's manager is none too happy about it and she’s in the young champs face, almost screaming, "Look champ, you’re fighting stupid, fighting HER game, walking right into her punches. What the hell’s the matter with you, can’t you listen to me for a change?”

Beyonce, befuddled and dispirited, numbly nods her head, mumbles, “OK, OK, I’m listening.”

“Well, it’s about time!” her manager mutters snidely. "Listen up champ, there’s still a long ways to go in this one, but you gotta fight SMART; none of this shit 'bout making her quit. That’s a veteran fighter over there. She ain’t gonna just quit because you beat her the first time. You’re still the better fighter, but you gotta use your head as well as that fantastic body of yours, understand?” Beyonce nods less hesitantly, trying to pay attention for once as her manager continues her tirade. “OK champ, here’s the deal,” her manager says at length, hearkening back to when she watched Mandy Moore sucker Charlize into the corner, only to push her out and, belatedly, take control of the fight from the tiring ex-champion. "You keep your booty on the ropes early, let Theron think you’re out of gas; let her come to you…then use these big, strong babies…" (patting Beyonce’s thick thigh) "…and you shove her back, make space, then you look for the opening. She’s gonna run out of steam, that soft white bitch will make a mistake - that's when you use your strength and finish her off! You got all that?” Another nod. Then Beyonce pulls herself off her stool and prepares to glumly to face down the resurgent challenger in round four.

ROUND FOUR
Charlize Theron has taken control of this fight, coming off the canvas in round 1 to hurt the young champion. Now, she wants to press her advantage; her confidence soaring; her competitive juices flowing. The leggy challenger expects to use her jab against Beyonce's usual bullish rushes, but instead, the champion stops before getting even to mid-ring, her guard up, blinking uncertainly at her taller rivalry. Charlize moves forward, cautiously testing her left jab. Beyonce has enough of her faculties reject the first jab easily enough, but instead of moving in close to reassert her strength with body banging, the young champion drifts backward after taking a high hard jab on her right shoulder. She’s backed into the ropes in a neutral corner, her mocha legs holding firm, but seemingly heavy and unresponsive as she hovers there, her gloved arms drawn up defensively at her fragile jaw.

Theron hesitates, unsure how to react to the champ’s cowering demeanor. Is it a trick, or is she just out of gas? In Charlize’s corner, Ginny the veteran fight manager, is wondering too. She wasn’t in the arena the night Mandy Moore suckered Charlize, but she's studied plenty of film of that night and remembers Moore suckering the ex-champ by luring her into the ropes.

Ginny yells at Theron, "Careful, Charlie, don’t let her sucker you! Just keep the pressure on, Girl!”

Charlize moves in, snapping the jab hard, her glove popping against the drawn up gloves of the hunkered champ, but not hard enough to pry apart Beyonce’s peek-a-boo defense. Some of the same idiots in the rowdy, beer guzzling ringside crowd that were lustily urging Beyonce to finish off a timid Charlize in round one have jumped ship and are now encouraging the ex-champion.

One bleary-eyed front rower bellowing, “Knock dat bum OUT, Char baby!”

The ref elbows her way between them, wagging a finger in Beyonce's face, “You gotta start fighting CHAMP, or I’m gonna hafta penalize you for inactivity.”

Beyonce, peeking out between drawn up gloves, halfheartedly swipes a tepid left jab in Char’s direction, perhaps just to prove she’s still awake and the ref doesn’t press the issue, stepping back as Char moves aggressively forward - perhaps too aggressively - stepping into Beyonce's carefully crafted trap! Her impatient left jab misses high this time, and suddenly Beyonce springs - uncoiling behind a withering right hook over Char’s extended left arm. The punch catches a good portion of jaw, swiveling Charlize’s head and putting a big dip in her long, lovely legs. Charlize body slumps forward, falling on the champion and grabbing hold in a daze! Beyonce, suddenly come to life, pumps a left, then a hard right into her lean body. The punches draw first a loud grunt, then a low groan from the lanky challenger.

In Theron's corner, Ginny slaps at the leather turnbuckle cover in disgust, “Gawd dammit Theron! You didn’t listen to a word I said… DAMN YOU TO HELL YOU WILLFUL LITTLE CUNT!”

But Charlize doesn't have time to listen to recriminations, being too occupied with trying to breathe after taking Beyonce’s stinging body shot; gasping and wheezing as the champion digs another thumping left into her body, then brushes aside Theron's weak attempt at a left hook. Pushing off the ropes with her bootylicious butt, Beyonce plants her strong legs wide apart and begins to muscle the lanky challenger backward, one grudging step, then a second, now a third - all is going according to her master plan!

But unlike the desperate, exhausted, late round retreat against the fresher, stronger, younger Mandy Moore some months ago, this Charlize, catches her breath, stubbornly digs in her heels - after being pushed back maybe five feet; grimacing as she takes another hard body blow, then answers with a pretty good right hook to the body of her own, twisting the champ’s plush, tawny body as it sinks into her side. Beyonce blanches and groans, but stubbornly plants a left hook in Char’s side - only to take an answering right in reply. It’s trench warfare with both beauties leaning into one another, panting, glistening bodies torqueing with each punch given and received.

They reach a stalemate, neither moving forward or retreating, each winging punches wide and hard in a crowd-pleasing flurry of deadly body shots! Beyonce takes a big, sucking gasp of air, her torso turned 90 degrees by a Theron left hook, but then she twists back around and drives forward with those big, powerful legs, slicing a left uppercut through a tangle of arms that finds Charlize’s face. But the towering blonde barely wobbles from the head punch, although she does take a couple of unwilling backward steps under the champion’s bull rush. Finally halting her retreat, Charlize responds to the younger woman’s advance with a right that SLAMS into Beyonce’s ribs. Beyonce coughs and sputters as the sneaky right rattles her; straining to hold onto Charlize as she surges forward with a frenzied counter-attack, breaking through Beyonce’s groping arms to pound punches in and up - two more uppercuts, a left and a right, THUMP the champ’s ribcage.

Suddenly, it’s the undefeated champion Beyonce who's being backed up, her body hunched in pain from Theron's crippling rib-stickers; gasping, wheezing, wheeling back on unsteady stems, seeking the safety of her corner. There, Beyonce settles her bootylicious backside on the middle rope to ride out the storm, taking a Theron hook up high on her tucked in gloves, then frantically clutching and grabbing until the referee forces another break!

There’s pandemonium in the arena as the referee shoves Charlize back, lets Beyonce get a deep breath, then waves the fighters together again. The embattled young champion tries to push off the ropes, to wade out against the stinging jabs and withering crosses of the frenzied challenger, but Beyonce is taking two or three blows for every one she manages to land and after a brief uprising, she is forced to set her butt back on the corner turnbuckle as a Theron right hook bangs off the side of her face.

The bell sounds with the young champion hanging onto Theron as Charlize hammers a stiff left hook to the body before whirling away with a grand flourish, tossing her luxuriant dyed black mane behind her, wild eyed, thirsting for more - yet realizing she’ll have to wait for another round before she can feast on the reeling champions delectable young body. Poor Beyonce is hurt, befuddled, and very, very weary as she slumps back in her corner at the bell, big brown legs heavy, moving stiffly. They prop her up on her stool and rush to work on the young champ who bows her head; arms slung over the ropes while being ministered too, knowing she’s in the fight of her young life.

In Charlize’s corner, Ginny is cautiously optimistic, but keeping a tight rein on any premature celebrating. Theron too, drapes her arms wearily over the corner ropes, her head low, chest heaving as she sucks big gulps of air after her frenzied late attack. Once she finally catches her breath and lifts her head, tilting it back to get a swig of cool water, she can’t suppress that trademark coy little smirk that springs to her sweat-streaked lips. The veteran challenger knows she's taking the fight to Beyonce - indeed she's taking the fight away from the undefeated young champion - but she also knows she still has work to do. Though she’s blunted Beyonce’s attack in the last three rounds, and had the champ hurt at some point in each of them, the embattled younger woman has managed to stay on her feet for the last two rounds and landed some damaging blows of her own despite being out-punched in general.

Ginny reminds Charlize, leaning over to calmly urge the raven-tressed veteran, “Look, Hun, you’re in control for now, but it's time to tighten the noose around that gal’s neck. Set her up with the jab and body punches, then go for her jaw. Bust her up, put her down…just like you did in the second. You can't let the fight go to the late rounds; close the deal right NOW!” Char nods, a sly smile flickering across her beautiful face.

Over in the champ’s corner, they’ve patched Beyonce up as best they can, but truth be told, her pride is hurt worse than her body. Theron has made Beyonce look foolish through the past few rounds although she didn’t hurt her in the last round. Now, Beyonce's manager tries to make the best of it, pulling her sagging young champ’s head up and staring deep into those brown eyes as she exhorts her, “You want this thing bad enough, girl?” Beyonce nods mutely, albeit with her shoulders still slumped. “Then pull yourself up and go out there and fight like the champ! This bitch can’t hurt you; you’re better than she is. She’s gonna wear down! Tie her up, make her use her energy, then you use your strength to punish her body on the inside. Break her down in the next few rounds, then start taking your best shots and knock her ass out late. Understand?”

Beyonce nods, wanting to believe her manager, wishing it were that simple, but deep down she knows this isn't the 'old Theron', this woman is a different, fitter, tougher and more determined Theron than the one she wore out with raw muscle and sass the first time they met. The young champion rises dutifully, awaiting the bell, grimly determined to fight her way back into this thing. Most ringside experts have given the last three rounds to Theron, but now they're entering the telling mid-rounds, where push comes to shove where Beyonce Knowles, the young, powerful - and still undefeated - champion has always been able to push, shove and brawl her way to dominance in her fights. She intends to re-establish her bullish dominance right now, before it’s too late! After all, this is “old Six Round Theron" facing her, the lanky challenger is certain to go into her usual mid-round meltdown…so Beyonce fervently hopes.

ROUND FIVE
The two world-class beauties and boxing legends come out for the fifth round, each bent on breaking the others will and resistance. The young champion Beyonce appears reinvigorated after a much-needed break between rounds, moving lithely with a dancer's grace on her feet, moving resolutely forward. Charlize, on the other hand, seems slightly taken aback by the champ’s rediscovered bluster and resolve, hesitating as Beyonce steps aggressively out to confront her. But there’s little hesitation in Theron's still-deadly jab which rips between the raised gloves of the bobbing and weaving champion to smack the young Black girl in the forehead as Knowles bulls toward her.

Theron's stiff jab slows, but doesn’t stop, the driven champion, who immediately arm wrestles Charlize, planting her strong legs and slowly but surely driving the taller woman back. But Charlize, just as in the fourth round, gives ground grudgingly, raking a twisting left hook into Beyonce’s body - but taking a right to her own side in reply, still hanging tough and refusing to be bullied by the brash young, thunder-thighed champion.

The referee moves in again, prying the struggling beauties apart, then quickly waving them back together as they stand sucking deep, gulping breaths, barely two feet separating them. Beyonce looks frustrated, yet still trying to exert her will on the leggy challenger.

Beyonce snarls at Charlize as they come together, “Your glory days are SO OVER, BITCH! Now you’re going DOWN!"

Charlize takes the bait, starting a witty retort which is cut short, "Who are you calling a bit…..UNNNGGH!"

Knowles left shoulder slams into Theron's chest as the champion gets down to street brawling basics, bullying the breathless challenger back to the ropes and bending Charlize back over the top rope! The crowd leaps to their feet in an instant, lustily roaring as Charlize, momentarily shocked by Beyonce's bull rush, hunkers down and covers up trying to catch her breath; her lean, lanky body twisted from side-to-side by the champions THUMPING lefts and rights. Now it’s Charlize clinching again, holding on grimly, blanching from two more hard body blows, then finally managing to stick a right in Beyonce’s side just as the referee demands they break.

Charlize steps quickly to her left to make space after the break, faces up to the still advancing champion and SLAMS her left jab, sweeping it across Beyonce’s cheek as the younger girl moves into her. The punch is good enough to torque the Black beauty's head. Beyonce immediately answers with a wide right hook to the body that's partly blocked by Char’s lowered left glove. The taller challenger, leaning with the punch as it bounces harmlessly enough off her newly-tough, tight abs, laces a right uppercut back up into Beyonce's exposed ribs. Knowles' dark eyes roll as the ripping up-thrusting punch lifts her up on her toes, then she sags ever so slightly forward, groping at Theron's arms as the two sweaty antagonists lean in a side-by-side embrace into the ropes; their world class bodies tangled almost like lovers in their primal battle for survival and, ultimately, for CONQUEST!

Beyonce manages to briefly tie up Charlize's arms and sets her sturdy legs again, trying to muscle the raven-haired challenger back. But she CAN’T! Charlize is standing her ground against the clearly tiring champion; hooking her left to Beyonce’s exposed side, twisting into the groaning younger woman's slick torso.

Beyonce tries to answer, a heavy armed one-two; the left, then the right, but her punches are labored and slow, ricocheting harmlessly off Theron’s newly taut midsection. Amazingly it’s the younger girl seeming to be the one wearing down as Beyonce is forced to grope and clinch as the two tangled beauties trade thumping body blows. Charlize digs another left to Beyonce’s side and the champion groans as she clinches, unable to answer back before the referee steps in, wrestling the sweaty combatants back to arms length with a snide, “This ain’t a wrassling match gals, stick to boxing!”

Both girls have pushed off the ropes, with Beyonce Knowles, undefeated, impetuous, yet now deeply troubled champion, doing the only thing she knows how to do in this circumstance, that is plowing straight ahead with guns blazing. But the once piston like arms of the powerful younger woman are now visibly slowed, Beyonce laboring to lift tired arms in the general direction of Charlize’s bobbing head. And she’s throwing mostly blanks, Charlize easily dodging the ponderous hooks while coming outside with that laser-like jab, then inside with the straight right. The jab snaps mostly against drawn up gloves, but the right knifes over Beyonce’s extended arm, jolting the champion high on her sweaty chest. Beyonce blinks, belatedly raising her gloves to her chin which she tucks in to protect that fragile jaw as she does a little bob and weave, moving forward as Charlize dances backward; still snapping her jab off the champ’s drawn up gloves.

Beyonce moves forward resolutely behind a wide, slow hook that misses Theron’s slithering torso. She tries to come back with the right uppercut, grunting with effort as she pumps her fist up in the general direction of Charlize’s beautiful face. The ponderous uppercut finds a bit of an opening under Char’s snapping jab and she rolls her head to one side, taking the glancing blow on the cheek, causing little harm.

In her wild attack, however, the young champion has exposed her right side with her follow-thru after her uppercut and Theron strikes like a raven-maned panther, snapping her jab in with extra zing, her glove compressing the side of Beyonce’s face with a SMACK as it lands just below her cheekbone. THE CHAMP IS HURT, wobbling noticeably as she struggles to grab Charlize to steady herself. But Theron is an adrenaline high, moving in as Beyonce slumps against her lean body, snapping a short quick right uppercut that shreds the younger girl’s pawing defense to SLAM into that inviting, jutting, glass jaw! Craccck! The sound of wet glove hitting hard jawbone reverberates in the small arena as Beyonce’s head snaps back as if on a stiff spring. Her thick, dark legs quiver, then her knees buckle. BEYONCE GOES DOWN, dropped on her bootylicious butt with a resounding “whummp!”

There’s pandemonium inside and outside the ring, with Charlize Theron towering over the prostrate champion as the crowd erupts in a collective roar. The referee, standing frozen in stunned disbelief as the young champion topples over, finally snaps out of it and starts to pull the leggy challenger toward a neutral corner. Charlize retreats slowly, raising her gloves to shoulder height in acknowledging the cheers of the crowd, looking back over her shoulder, staring intently at the body of her tawny rival as Beyonce slowly rolls onto her hip, arms in front of her, gloves on the canvas, head bowed with her face cradled between the leather implements.

The referee has begun to count and it's “Three!” before the champion stirs. At “Four!” Beyonce suddenly snaps her head up from her gloves, swaying woozily as she pushes herself up shakily on all fours at “Six!”. She struggles to rise, wobbling on trembling legs as the referee loudly intones, “NINE!”

Charlize has raised her gloves over her head as the count was being tolled, now as Beyonce reaches her feet she lowers them slightly, a small frown playing on her sweaty face when the count stops at nine. As the referee moves in to check the still wobbly, woozy champion, Beyonce’s brown eyes stare glassily at the zebra striped official and she staggers on rubbery legs when her gloves are grasped and she's asked, "Are you okay?"

She nods numbly, struggling to steady her still quivering legs; but the ref seems unconvinced and appears ready to stop the fight until Beyonce’s manager, sensing the same, screams frantically, “Come on, ref, she’s up for Gawd’s sake. She’s the CHAMP for crying out loud, you can’t stop this thing for one little knockdown!”

The referee hesitates, drops Beyonce’s gloved arms and the woozy black girl stutter-steps slightly to one side before she catches herself, fighting to remain upright. The referee gives a slow head-shake in resignation, then steps back and with a sweeping arm in the general direction of Theron, mutters, “Let’s fight ladies.”

Charlize is in on the beleaguered champion in a heartbeat, gloved fists slashing, while Beyonce staggers back in wobbly confusion, fighting both numbing exhaustion and her rubbery, balky legs. She's pinned with her back on the ropes now, groping desperately, with heavy, gloved arms draped over Charlize’s broad, glistening shoulders, trying to embrace the taller woman while Theron’s piston-like fists ravage her unprotected body. It’s a brutal dismantling of a once proud, and … for the moment… still undefeated young ring warrior.

Beyonce is helpless against the driven fury of the raven-tressed challenger. Charlize’ fists are a blur, beating a mean-spirited tattoo on the champion's twisting, scrumptious body. Poor Beyonce is reduced to a mere punching bag, unable to answer, draped all over the taller challenger as Theron pounds away.

Charlize pauses her frenzied attack just briefly, stepping back to catch her breath. As she does, the battered champion sags back heavily with her butt on the second strand of ropes as she instinctively tries to pull it together. Her big, dark legs pushing shakily, Beyonce drags her bootylicious behind off the ropes, laboring to lift her weary, leaden arms. The referee has been watching all this from maybe a few feet away, knowing Beyonce can’t defend herself and is basically out on her feet…but also apparently still feeling the venomous tongue lashing from her manager a minute earlier when he looked ready to call this fight. So he stays frozen in place even as Char re-engages, dancing in on those long, stunning legs, feinting a lethal left jab at the weaving champion.

Peering through puffy, glazed over eyes, Beyonce waves feebly at the feint, her own shabby right hook falling woefully short of Char’s bobbing head. Theron's slashing right uppercut that follows is right on the mark, however, blasting Beyonce’s head back behind a spray of blood specked spittle as it crunches into the side of the champion’s jaw! WHACK! The stricken young beauty melts back into the ropes, butt jiggling as it settles on the middle rope yet again. Her head nods back, then rolls forward as she slowly starts to crumple to the canvas.

Suddenly, Charlize is there, wrapping arms under the arms of the sagging, collapsing champion, propping her up and leaning her against the ropes as the referee finally snaps out of his trance and moves in. Slumped in Charlize's embrace, their heaving bosoms flattened together, poor Beyonce gurgles pathetically; her legs are gone, her tawny body is shaking and trembling violently; she is all but OUT while still nominally held on her feet by the tall, ravishing, raven-haired challenger.

The referee tugs at Char’s near shoulder, imploring her, “Come on Theron, neutral corner. Lemme take care of this.”

But Charlize is too stoked to simply walk away, and out of the corner of her eye, she’s been watching the big fight clock as it counts down the seconds left in the round with big, bright red numerals: “15”…“14". She holds the ragdolling champion a few precious seconds longer. "12”…"11”.

Ginny, in the challenger’s corner, exclaims under her breath, “What the fuck?”

The referee, getting impatient, snarls, “Gawdammit, Theron; back off or I’ll DQ your ass!”

Charlize finally, after a taunting push on the rubbery-legged wreck that was Beyonce Knowles - would-be undefeated champion of the celebrity-boxing world - steps away. The fight clock is now at “9” and poor Beyonce is melting back through the ropes while Charlize slowly turns and saunters toward the neutral corner, allowing the ref to begins the long-delayed count. Beyonce flings an arm desperately over the top rope as her butt slips back off the middle strand of ropes, pulling her collapsing body with it. The one groping arm is all that keeps the champion from free-falling out of the ring onto the ring apron, but even at that, her head is nodding backward, her back arched as her battered body cantilevers half out of the ring. At “FOUR!” her tenuous grip on the ropes is lost and she is fully laid out upside down with big legs draped over the middle strand of ropes and the top of her head touching the apron. Her arms are draped back behind her head. The count reaches "SEVEN!” with Beyonce still dangling backward in the ropes, twisting weakly, her mouth ajar. The referee loudly intones “EIGHT!” over the battered young beauty in the instant before….“clannngggg!" Beyonce is saved by the bell!

But it has to be over, doesn’t it? The referee is untangling a battered, dazed Knowles from the ropes, helping her to her feet. On the apron outside the ring, the groggy champion, her dark legs buckling, stumbles slowly in the general direction of her corner, one gloved fist frantically clutching the top rope to help her rubbery legs hold her up. Her handlers rush to her and half drag the dazed, woozy champion the rest of the way, plopping her bootylicious bottom on her stool with a wet THWAP!

The referee, ring doctor and other officials are already huddling. In the challenger’s corner Charlize, the would-be Beyonce slayer, is too stoked to sit, just leaning back in her corner, sucking in air while her handlers rub down her gorgeous body and give her precious fluids.

Ginny is cooing to her charge, "That’s it, Champ, it’s over; they’re gonna stop it.”

Charlize shoots her an agitated glance, snarls, “Damnit, I don’t want it stopped; I want one more round with that bitch… really teach her a lesson.”

Ginny protests, “Char, you’ve won, that’s enough!”

Char just fixes her with a steady gaze, responds, “NO, IT ISN’T! I’m gonna make that girl quit! But don’t worry, I won’t kill her or anything; just want a little payback for all the things she’s said in the last few months; calling me washed up; ‘old 6 round Theron’; all that. Well now, it’s HER turn to fold the tent in round 6!”

Ginny just shrugs, but betrays a slight smile as she watches the drama playing out in the champ’s corner where Beyonce has been brought around somewhat by an ammonia capsule snapped under her nose, the quick hit snapping her head up from where it been resting on the turnbuckle after she was poured onto her stool.

She's mumbling softly through swollen, blood spattered lips, “No! No…can’t do this...can’t go on.”

Her manager hears the mumbled words even as she sees the referee and ring doc headed to where she's huddled with her stricken champion, her back to the officials, slapping the champion on her sweaty cheek and hissing, “Listen to me Champ; don’t nobody quit on me, understand?” Beyonce is wide eyed, stifling a small tear, but nods almost imperceptibly. The veteran manager, still shielding her charge from the officials waiting not five feet away, hisses, “Time to get up, girlie. GET UP NOW!”

Beyonce nods again, is hoisted to her feet by her manager, leans on the ropes, forcing herself to keep her head up, and struggling to control truly shot legs that wobble beneath her body’s weight. Her manager confers with the ref and ring doctor, occupying them; buying precious seconds more time for her woozy fighter. But they move in now, maybe 15 seconds from the end of the break. The ring doctor looks in her eyes, shakes out her gloves, asks her to lift her arms. The champion grimaces as she slowly lifts each arm in turn.

The bell rings to bring the fighters out for Round 6.

The referee and doc confer briefly, then the doctor nods and slips through the ropes, leaving the referee to gesture to Beyonce and her manager, “I’m gonna let this fight go on, for now, but if I see your fighter in big trouble, unable to defend herself, then I’m gonna be quick to stop it, understand?”

Beyonce nods mutely, but her manager, still miffed somewhat, both by the referee’s tone and her own fighter’s pathetic pleading earlier, sniffs at the ref, “Listen; this girl’s the undefeated champion! She’s tough, she can handle herself and she can damn sure handle that blonde bitch over there with the dyed hair. Why don’t you just stay out of the way an' lettem fight?”

The ref merely shrugs, answers flatly, “If your girl can fight, we got no problem!” Then he steps back and motions the fighters out and the bell clangs for the second time to signal the start of round six.

ROUND SIX
Beyonce bravely answers the call for what may well be her last round as undefeated champion. She comes plodding out, those big beautiful legs heavy and unresponsive, but sluggishly pushing her forward into the attack, or rather what passes for an attack at this point from the spent, disheartened, and well worked over diva. She moves in close to the leggy challenger, who seems almost disinterested in engaging early on, Charlize instead choosing to lay back, arms dropped slightly as if daring the embattled young champion to try and hit her. Which is exactly what Beyonce is trying to do right now, opening up from drawn up gloves, laboring to lift a heavy-armed right hook at Charlize’s comely mug. Charlize easily rolls her head away from the telegraphed punch, lacing a countering left jab over the champs extended right, smacking Beyonce in the side of her face. The laser-like jab, though still crisp and accurate here in the mid-rounds, is more taunting than paralyzing, knocking the still somewhat shaky champion sideways, but not buckling her shaky legs.

Beyonce sets up again, resolutely coming forward, plodding forward actually, while Charlize dances up on the balls of her feet, betraying little of the mid-fight fatigue that dogged her in the previous half dozen fights. Beyonce takes another light, taunting jab up on the side of her face, the heavy-legged, heavy-armed champion is now virtually defenseless against Theron's long, accurate jab but she keeps plowing stubbornly forward, desperately trying to work her way back in close enough to land the one big punch that could put her right back in the fight!

Over in Char’s corner, Ginny is getting impatient, growling, “Damnit Char, just knock the STIFF out fur crying out loud!”

If Beyonce is bothered by the inadvertent insult, Char’s manager referring to her as a “stiff” and all, the dead-legged champion doesn't show it, concentrating instead on trying to cut the ring off on her dancing foe. Charlize, for her part, merely smiles at her manager while dancing her way into an apparent box, letting Beyonce bull her into a neutral corner, but continuing to torment the slow-reacting young champion with her laser-like jab. They're locked in the corner; Charlize's back on the turnbuckle. Beyonce is leaning into her, slugging heavy-armed body hooks into Theron’s glistening lower torso and Charlize answering with harder, crisper body shots of her own. They remain locked there for a moment, Beyonce leaning in, taking two or three shots for every one she manages to land.

Ginny is screaming hoarsely, perhaps needlessly, at her charge, “Gawdamnit, Char, get the hell out of there!”

Finally, seemingly at her own pace, Charlize pushes off the turnbuckle, slamming a digging left hook into the champ’s side, zinging a right uppercut that grazes Beyonce’s face, the combination enough to send the young champion stumbling back a foot or two. Charlize slams more body blows in, Beyonce setting her big legs beneath her, trying to keep her pinned but it's impossible! Charlize up-tempos her crisp body blows, driving Beyonce back another step or two. Tired thighs and calves in the champion’s mocha hued legs can’t hold her off. Charlize is actually out-muscling the thicker, younger, once-stronger woman - something that would have seemed ludicrous before the fight to most observers.

Beyonce, almost desperately, leans in even further, arm wrestling wearily with her taller challenger, groaning as she swings a wide, sloppy, heavy left hook into Char’s side as the raven-tressed challenger does little to elude r block the blow which thumps harmlessly against her still solid abs. Beyonce's glove slides down her belly, over her hip to the top of Char’s right thigh. Beyonce looks spent from the effort of lifting this one ponderous blow and is doing little more than holding on now, leaning on Char as the fight, for the moment, degenerates into a sumo match. But not for long!

Even before the referee can step in to break them, Charlize plants her own long, lovely legs, then lifts the draped champion slightly by shoving her up under Beyonce’s right armpit, holding her as she slashes a right uppercut across the champion’s face, getting a good deal of sweaty cheekbone as the glove smacks home with a loud SPLAT! Beyonce groans, a small trickle of blood now flowing from the fresh gash just beneath her left eye. Her legs shake and tremble and she almost falls on the challenger as she takes a short left up high on the side of her neck that buckles her knees. In a flash, the champion is tumbling past Charlize, crashing down on all fours in the same neutral corner Theron had just punched her way out of! Anguished cries ring out from Knowles handlers that are drowned by the jubilant cheers of Theron loyalists in the crowd. Beyonce is on all fours, one hand fumbling for the ropes above her as the ref pushes Charlize back.

The champ’s manager goes into damage control, yelling, “A SLIP! It was just a slip, ref! Clean that canvas up for christ sake and get that bitch out of her face while you do it.”

The referee ignores her plea, finally starts to count now, but Beyonce has already started to claw her way up the ropes, pulling her battered body up, drawing her heavy legs under her as she stands rockily, at “FIVE!”.

Taking a cue from her manager, Beyonce mumbles, “I just slipped, I’m OK.”

It’s not clear whether she’s convinced herself of that, but the referee does allow it to go on after peering into the embattled young champion’s dark eyes and judging them clear enough.

Charlize is back in quickly, Ginny yelling uselessly, "Now, take her out NOW dammit! Level the STIFF and get it over with, GIRL!”

The champion instinctively tucks her gloves up around her face, peering out at the raven-haired challenger…and taking a left and then a right to the body followed by a whistling left cross that smacks the drawn up leather, smacking her own gloves back in her face! Beyonce rides out this quick flurry, launching a counter left up high that misses Charlize's head by a good foot. The embattled champ desperately tries to fight her way out of the corner, sweeping a ponderous right hook that just grazes Theron’s sleek body, not slowing the raging challenger who stays in Beyonce's face and on her luscious body, slamming left and rights into Beyonce’s tawny, twisting torso. The champion is trapped, exhausted and just about punched out, resorting to pushing her gloves against the dark-haired tormentor's gloves.

But there's no escape! Charlize continues raking Knowles' delectable young body with stinging left hooks…one, two, three straight left hands, all working the same piece of glistening flesh just under the youngsters ribs…with Beyonce bending and twisting in agony from each one. Charlize pulls back for a moment and takes a breath. In that brief moment, the besieged champion shakily tries to bull her way out of the corner, her beautiful, once-strong legs quivering with rubbery exhaustion! She launches a low left hook as she takes a halting half step forward. But the pedestrian punch is alarmingly slow, the young champion truly drained after taking so many punches from the rampaging challenger.

Theron, catching her breath, barely blinks as Beyonce's heavy left thumps harmlessly on her newly tough and hardened body, then comes firing back with a sizzling left jab, snapping the drawn up gloves of the befuddled champion. Next, a right cross skims over Beyonce’s reflexively lifting left arm, glancing against the young diva’s lovely face hard enough to send ripples down her quaking thighs as Knowles’ head snaps to the right. She staggers, stutter-steps to her right, leans heavily on the ropes. Beyonce's curvy thighs, usually so steely strong and providing a stable platform for her devastating punching are now sloppy and weak, the tired muscles shakily struggling to hold up under the barrage of numbing punches. Her beautiful, if shot, legs buckle dangerously after one halting step and the young diva leans backward into the ropes, drawing the attention of the referee, who quickly intervenes to gesture Theron toward a neutral corner before beginning to give the wobbly champion a 'standing eight'. Charlize barely bothers to move more than five feet or so, remaining clear of the slumped champion, but close enough to pounce; standing proudly at mid-ring as the count continues.

The referee halts at "EIGHT!" with Beyonce staring dully, dutifully making the effort to push away from the ropes slightly, her dark legs trembling uncontrollably, yet holding her up - at least for the moment. He shakes her gloves, trying to gauge her alertness, appearing properly dubious of the champs ability to continue but also seeming hesitant to let it end like this. Not ten feet away, as the champ’s gloves and arms are being shaken, Charlize is on the brink of her greatest comeback victory ever and is fairly buzzing with a delicious, almost sensual, fervor. Make no mistake, Charlize's famously super-sensitive nipples have been rock hard and humming for several rounds, but now the over-sexed challenger - truth be known - would love nothing more than to jump the delicious body before her looking so dejected, so vulnerable, and so damn sexy trembling and cowering in the corner. She can't wait to get back to her dressing room and Val's 'massage' but first things first!

Charlize bites her lip, trying to blink away that dizzying distraction for just a minute more as she moves in again. There's less than a minute left in the sixth round, perhaps less than that in the doomed reign of heretofore-undefeated champion, Beyonce Knowles who now is almost cowering in fear and confusion as the leggy raven-haired challenger descends on her quivering person. Charlize moves in close, a woman on a mission, ladling a left, now a right, straight into the glistening abs of the young champion. Beyonce grunts, grimaces, groans and labors to lift a wobbly right body hook that barely fazes the surging challenger. Beyonce holds on grimly, her heavy chest heaving against the firm, hard-tipped breasts of the taller challenger; the champion’s thick rubbery legs quaking beneath her as the referee moves in to break their steamy clinch.

Time is running out on the round, and, indeed, quickly running out on the embattled champion who desperately wants to get to this round's bell so she can buy some time to recover from Theron’s onslaught. The challenger slams a hard right uppercut under Beyonce’s flailing gloves, catching a good chunk of her fragile jaw; rocking Beyonce’s head back and buckling those big, beautiful legs once again. The champion is in wobble city, sagging back on the ropes, tucked up arms dropping ever so slightly; no longer even trying to punch back. Charlize sees the telltale drop of exhaustion laden arms and rips left hook in over the top, hard and true, square to that inviting glass jaw! Beyonce’s head slams down on her left shoulder in a spray of foamy spittle and sweat, her mouthpiece spitting up and almost out between her open lips. She goes weak in the knees, legs quaking violently, then buckling, sending her crow-hopping along the ropes to her left.

Charlize steps with her, catches the collapsing champion as she falls halfway down, Beyonce groping woozily at that big, luscious body embracing her, gloved hands sliding down Charlize’s midsection, rubbing across her smooth, glistening thighs as Beyonce slumps to her knees, right arm wrapped around Theron’s right calf, the other arm draped over the lower rope, her head bowed as if in submission or perhaps, worship.

The electric buzz that has been building in Char’s super-sexed body for some time is like a runaway freight train racing through her over-stimulated body as the leggy, lissome challenger feels the warm heat of Knowles' delectable, helpless body against her firmly planted legs. The referee moves in, starts to pull Charlize away from the kneeling champion, but she shrugs him off, lingering with a goofy grin creasing her lovely, sweaty face as she slowly pushes her right leg forward, reaching down to cup her right glove under Beyonce’s chin, lifting the battered girl’s head just enough so she can rest her bruised and puffy cheek on her glistening thigh with Beyonce's unfocused eyes on her pubic mound.

With the referee whining at her from behind, “C'mon, Char; you gotta move back, now.” she blissfully ignores him for the moment, almost growling in pure sexual delight as she keeps her glove on the back of Beyonce’s head and rubs the woozy champion’s face on her smooth, muscular thigh as Beyonce’s low moaning mixes with the guttural growls from the rampaging challenger. Charlize looks down and murmurs softly to the stricken young champion, “Like that, bitch?” She gets no response from the feebly moaning younger girl. “You ready to quit on me, BITCH?” she asks.

Her second query draws a garbled, mumbled, “Yuh….yes, please stop.”

Charlize face breaks into a sly smile at the feeble cry, still keeping her glove firmly behind Beyonce’s head, letting the young diva’s spittle caked mouth press firmly on her hot, wet thigh. They linger there for maybe a second or two before the ref gets just a little firmer, breaking Char’s delicious reverie by tugging forcefully at her shoulder. Reluctantly the sexually aroused, long-legged challenger finally steps back, allowing poor Beyonce to drop to all fours, her head bowed between slumped shoulders as the long delayed count finally begins.

The count reaches “FIVE” with a battered, beaten Beyonce still on all fours, arms and legs both quaking with desperate, numbing exhaustion, head so low her forehead is resting on the canvas with that fabulous bootylicious butt raised and invitingly wagging slowly in the air. As Charlize has duly noted, and felt already, the gorgeous young champion is deliciously all used up and it’s almost too much for the other super sexy woman in the ring to bear. As the count has proceeded, Charlize has wandered aimlessly, dreamily, to the neutral corner where she slumps with her arms slung over the ropes, stifling low, sweetly tormented gasps as the tremors build

The count reaches “SIX” and Beyonce’s dark legs start to spasm, her right arm buckles and then gives way, pancaking the doomed champion’s bosom on the canvas. She lays with her head sideways, glassy brown eyes staring dully out at the sea of faces ringside. Now “SEVEN”, then “EIGHT” as another violent spasm ripples through her sweat drenched, shot legs, causing her butt to jiggle and shimmy.

Over in Char’s corner, Ginny pumps her fist, screaming, “Yes!”

In the next corner, Charlize lifts her head long enough to see Beyonce's delicious booty shaking, her firm round butt writhing in the air. Charlize can't fully stifle a gasping, “Ohhh gawwwwd!”

With much fanfare, the referee sweeps his hand over the crumpled young champion's body and loudly intones, “NINE” then “clannnng clannnng”, the bell yet again dubiously saving the battered, beaten beauty for perhaps another round. Or perhaps not.

Charlize starts to slowly, dreamily, make her way to her own corner, hugging the ropes, her own long, lovely legs trembling beneath her - not from any of the few, feeble punches landed by the champion this round, but from something more personal, a sensation far more exquisitely tormenting! Across the ring, they carefully peel the quivering young wreck that was once the heralded, undefeated champion off the canvas, dragging her to her corner with her heavy dark legs trailing uselessly behind.

Charlize finally plops down on her stool, her long legs splayed wantonly out in front of her, her head laid back in delicious reverie while poor Beyonce is literally poured onto her stool as her bevy of handlers descend on her; one massaging her quivering brown legs to pump life into the slack, rubbery muscles; another tilting her head to remove the blood spattered mouthguard and give her a quick shot of ammonia, then cradling the battered young beauty’s head when it jerks forward from the ammonia hit before it settles back on the turnbuckle. Another attendant is tending to the fresh cut beneath Beyonce’s puffy, swollen shut, left eye and dabbing with a moist cloth at the blood-specked spittle at the corner of the champion’s mouth. In a word she’s a mess, physically drained and emotionally destitute.

Even before the referee and ring doctor arrive in her corner, Beyonce Knowles; once proud and undefeated champion of celebrity boxing at Joe’s, is already shaking her head, burying her face in her gloved hands and mumbling through cracked, puffy lips, “No, no, can’t do it…I’m all done.”

Over in Char’s corner, Ginny reads the telltale shaking of the champion’s head and while she can’t make out the garbled words, she instinctively knows its over. She leans over her leggy charge now, whispers, “She’s tossing it in, Hun, you’re the champ again!”

Charlize, who all this time has had her beautiful legs splayed wide and head laid back on the turnbuckle, a quizzical smile on her face even as her handlers ritually, and carefully, rubbed down her hot, trembling thighs, jerks her head up now, looks over at the crestfallen champion, still with head buried in gloves, and murmurs, “YESSSS, I knew it, the BITCH quit on me.”

And quit Beyonce has indeed; making it official seconds later when the referee moves in front of the young champion and asks if she’s okay. Broken and humbled, without lifting her head, Beyonce mumbles softly, “No, no, not OK….can’t go on. It’s over!”

The referee straightens, lifting his arms and sweeping them together, then out, signaling the fight has been stopped. Ginny and Char’s handlers pump their fists in the air jubilantly while their victorious charge just lets out a relieved sigh and leans back to let it all soak in - the warm, incessant buzz sweeping anew over her gorgeous, slumped body. Val, Charlize’s dark-haired tart, is almost losing it in her excitement back in the dressing room as she hurriedly prepares the massage table to receive the naked, sweaty body of her favorite champion.

In the ring, Charlize is slowly coming down from her euphoric high, at least she has herself under control enough to finally stand on her own, one gloved fist raised in a salute to her adoring fans as the ring announcer dramatically intones, “Ladies and Gents, the fight has been stopped at the end of six rounds by fighter request. Your winner and NEW CHAMPION….the ONE, THE ONLY….CHARLEEEEEEEEEZE THERON!!!!!"