As she's sitting and staring into her drink, a pretty young waitress comes over and sets a glass of Champagne in front of her. When she looks up, Charlize is startled to see how much like her lover, Sunny McKay, the cat-eyed young blonde looks. As she puts the glass down, the waitress whispers conspiratorially, nodding in the direction of the loud group, "It's from your friends over there."

Charlize looks over, but all she can see over the top of the low banquette are the tops of several heads; all well-coifed and all with luxurious dark hair! She frowns, not wanting to have anything to do with anyone this evening - especially brunettes! Shaking her head, she flicks her hand over the drink, telling the young woman, "Take it back and pour it over their heads for all I care!"

"Please!" the young woman whimpers as she fishes into her bra and pulls out half of a torn $100 bill. "They said if you take it, they'll give me the other half. Please? I really need the money!"

Briefly Charlize considered giving the young waitress a hundred dollars herself, but then remembered she'd left her purse and all her money in her room. She was charging her drink to her room and wondered if she could put the waitresses tip on her bar bill. After thinking a bit, she shrugged, picked up the glass, took a sip and sighed happily. "Dom! I wonder how they knew I loved Dom Perignon? Or was it just a lucky guess?"

The waitress answered her unspoken question when she offered, "They ordered it special for you. I hope you like it. They said I should tell you they have the rest of the bottle at the table if you'd like to join them!" she added hopefully, doubtlessly thinking her tip would greatly increase if instead of merely getting Charlize to accept the wine, she delivered the famous blond in person…like an offering to the raucous brunette goddesses.

Charlize looked at the eager young waitress, letting her eyes slowly rove up and down the girl's trim figure. 'Damn, I wish Sunny were here,' she thought. Then wondering if the girl were free after work. She decided to accept her invitation to join the brunettes. 'You never know; if they give her a generous tip, I might just get lucky! I could sure use some loosening up with a big match tomorrow.'

She picked up the glass of Champagne and followed the waitress to the brunette's table, unable to take her eyes off the young woman's firm, tight ass which, from that angle, was a dead ringer for her beloved Sunny who was slaving away waiting tables at the Porn Star Fight Club - much like the doppleganger except Sunny wasn't wearing ANY clothes - although the young waitresses micro-skirt and plunging neckline didn't hide much either!

As the waitress rounded the low wall and approached the banquette where the brunettes were sitting, the conversation abruptly ceased. Charlize stopped short when a couple of the women looked up to greet her. Her heart began to race as she looked into the grinning, all-too familiar faces of some of her ‘All The Marbles’ rivals, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Ashley Judd and Jennifer Lopez; women who'd given her a hard time in the past and definitely ones she really didn't want to spend time with the night before a big match.

But then the other woman at the table looked up, smiled and Charlize's heart began to race for a different reason! The lovely Catherine Bell - 'Cat' to friends and enemies alike though for far different reasons - stood up, gesturing with a wave of her hand for Charlize to slip in between her and Ashley Judd. Charlize hesitated, then looked at the eager young waitresses pleading eyes and her resistance melted. Charlize slid into the tight space next to Ashley and felt Cat's hip press against her as she sat down, wedging Charlize tight against Ashley.

"Well done my dear!" Catherine Zeta-Jones smirked at the waitress. "As promised," she purred as she held up the other half of the torn $100 bill. The waitress reached for it, but Cath pulled it back and wagged a reprimanding finger at the young woman who blushed bright red. "You haven't forgotten so soon have you?" CZJ reproached.

"Ummmm…Nuh…no ma'am," the girl blushed, lowering her eyes bashfully.

The young woman put her hands flat on the table, then leaned way over, bending across the table as she arched her body toward Zeta-Jones. As the waitress leaned over, J-Lo smirked as she slowly ran her hand up the back of the girls long, long leg, right up under her skirt. The girl gave a start when she felt J-Lo's hand on her ass, but by then Zeta-Jones' hand was already down the front of her blouse, tucking the other half of the torn bill snugly into her bra. CZJ closed her hand in the girl's bra, forcing her to stay bent across the table while J-Lo fondled her ass - an anatomical appendage Charlize knew 'first hand' was a fetish of the Latina diva.

Charlize couldn't just sit idly by and watch a girl who looked so much like Sunny be abused, so she cleared her throat and growled at Zeta-Jones, their eyes locking, "Let...her…GO!"

Cath chuckled and opened her fingers, letting the girl straighten up and she quickly twirled away from J-Lo's groping hand. The was still standing there blushing furiously when Zeta-Jones grabbed Charlize's wrist. "What's the matter, Theron? You jealous this bit o’ fluff's getting all the attention when we have the great ‘Golden Goddess’ at our table?" Then she snarled at Bell, "Hell Cat, I thought you said you could control this bitch!"

Cat leaned forward and pried Zeta-Jones' fingers from Charlize's wrist, then pulled Charlize’s hand over and laid it in her own lap. Charlize, too stunned to react, just let her hand rest between Cat's thighs as her one-time lover - and now bitter rival - stared Zeta-Jones in the eye and sneered, "You proved your point. Now let it go or you'll answer to me!"

Zeta-Jones glared at Bell, then sighed and slumped back into her seat, conceding defeat. "OK Sunshine," she said to the waitress. "You earned your money, now haul your tarted up ass outta here and leave us alone! We'll call you if, or when, we need your services again." The young girl scurried out the back door of the hotel and into the street.

Charlize watched her ass as she scurried away, then looked at Zeta-Jones and asked, "Sunshine? You called her Sunshine?"

Ashley Judd put a hand on Charlize's thigh, slowly rubbing it; gradually working higher, pushing the short skirt up as it moved higher. "She's a 'celebrity look-alike’ Cath found,” Ashley explained. “She does appearances at adult book and video stores, magazine parties, Internet conventions and the like. Supposed to look a whole lot like your Sunny. From your reaction when you saw her, I'd say she's earning her money. Isn't she sweetness?" Ashley purred, reaching up to pat Charlize’s flushed cheek. Charlize blinked and looked after the waitress, but all she could see was the swinging door flapping back and forth behind her retreating ass. Damn! She'd been played (again) by these devious brunettes! Would she ever learn!

"So, now you got me here, what are you planning? You going to kidnap me and keep me from showing up for my match against Cat tomorrow?"

Cat Bell threw back her head and laughed. "Hardly! Hell, I WANT you in that ring tomorrow. Have you been paying any attention to the press ‘Marbles’ has been getting? It’s the hottest show on PPV! I just want to go over a couple of ideas for some stuff we could use tomorrow night. The girls and I have been kicking some things around and we all agreed you'd be perfect for one of them."

"Oh?" Charlize said, half turning toward Cat. The light hit Cat's face just so and Charlize's mind flashed back to when she and Cat had lived together as lovers for almost two years; before Charlize hit it big in "2 Days in the Valley" - the film that made Charlize Theron a household name - at least in households where her 'Catfight of the Decade' was a topic of dinner table conversation! "And just what role do I play in your little melodrama? You looking for someone to strip and facesit like those damn Italian sluts? If so, you better watch your ass because the next bitch who puts her ass in MY face is getting a butt cheek fulla teeth marks!"

Cat giggled as J-Lo kicked her under the table and rolled her eyes. Ashley just kept slowly rubbing Charlize's thigh and Charlize didn't feel inclined to put a stop to the pleasant sensation…just yet! She had to struggle to keep her eyes on Cat, ignoring Zeta-Jones and J-Lo snickering behind her.

Cat turned to face Charlize, took Charlize’s hands and lifted them to her breasts. Charlize’s fingers instinctively closed on the sweet swell of soft, warm flesh that she'd never stopped dreaming of - not even on the nights she'd fallen asleep with her face on Sunny's small, firm, perky breasts! Cat's full, soft, pillows of flesh were a real contrast to Sunny's smaller, firmer pair and even when Charlize had her lips wrapped around Sunny's erect nipples, it was usually Cat she fantasized she was suckling. She caressed Cat's puppies, her eyes closed… remembering all the nights they laid together, their bodies wrapped around each other, their hot breath exciting and arousing the other.

"I have a couple of ideas for tomorrow," Cat whispered breathily into Charlize's ear. "But I need you to work with me on this. If we pull it off, our names will be on every sports talk show by Monday. This is a once in a lifetime chance for us to put the 'Marbles' on the sports map once and for all!"

As she listened to Cat's breathy voice in her ear, Charlize felt that old familiar glow spreading through her loins…the same fire that had nearly consumed her years before when she’d permitted Cat to take her as her lover. Tonight, that glow was being stoked by Ashley's skillful fingers stroking and caressing her pussy the same way Cat’s used to. If she didn't know better, Charlize would have sworn Cat had taught Ashley how to touch her to arouse her….but of course, that was silly, no way Cat would tell anyone what she and Charlize had done together. Right!

"Wha…" Charlize gasped as Ashley's fingers pulled her panties aside and slowly dragged a well-manicured nail up and down her slit. Her lower lip quivering, Charlize struggled to concentrate. Across the table, Catherine Zeta-Jones leaned forward, pulled J-Lo's blouse open and fastened her lips onto a firm breast. Under the table, J-Lo's toes wiggled in Ashley's box, teasing and tickling her while Ashley slowly stroked Charlize's rapidly overheating pussy. Of all the women in the booth, only Cat remained focused on the task at hand, firmly holding Charlize’s wrists - ensuring she couldn't use her hands to defend her body which was undergoing several assaults on its vulnerable sensitivity to sexual arousal (a facet of Charlize's psyche Cat had become expert at taking advantage of during the years they'd been lovers!)

J-Lo leaned across the table beside Zeta-Jones who was bending over craning her neck to keep her lips locked on J-Lo's breast as Jennifer slowly unbuttoned Charlize's blouse, pushing it back to expose her breasts - unfettered by an unnecessary bra - for Ashley's free hand. With her lips, J-Lo paid homage to Charlize's perky, ever-so-sensitive left nipple while Ashley's fingers lovingly caressed the right. Charlize began to pant out loud as her pussy and both breasts underwent an assault on their sensitivity fiendishly designed to break down what little resistance she had.

Cat picked up the bottle of Dom and slowly drizzled some of the tingly sparkling wine over Charlize's breast. The ice cold liquid instantly brought her nipple erect as it streamed down over it and into J-Lo's waiting mouth. It also flowed down between the firm fleshy orbs, over Charlize's belly and soaked her panties where Ashley's fingers slowly and insistently continued to slowly slide in and out, in and out; pushing the unresisting blonde closer and closer to the first of what the brunettes now realized would be many, many orgasms!

Cat reached up, cradled the back of Charlize's head with her hand and gently pulled it down to her bosom; letting Charlize rest her cheek on her chest while Ashley and J-Lo worked their magic on her willing body. It didn't take long before Charlize shuddered and her body tensed, her legs stretching out as she climaxed; an event confirmed by Ashley's subtle wink to Catherine Zeta-Jones when she felt Charlize's pussy spasm and clamp down on her finger, then felt the flow of hot liquid as it squeezed out around her still-wiggling finger.

"Let's go up to my room," Cat purred in Charlize's ear. "I'll lay everything out for you and you'll see just what I mean about making you and I the talk of the town!"

As if sleepwalking, Charlize allowed the women to glide her out of the booth and help her to her feet. Charlize leaned against Cat who held her with an arm around her waist while Ashley pulled her skirt into place and ran her hands over the rumpled material to straighten it. Charlize sighed happily when J-Lo rebuttoned her blouse and gently caressed her breasts. Charlize didn't even resist when the evil witch Catherine Zeta-Jones lifted her arm and draped it across her shoulders and held her around the waist while she and Cat half-carried her between them - floating on a sexually aroused cloud - to the elevator for the short trip up to Cat's room where the rest of their plan would be revealed.

In Cat's room, the four women stripped the unresisting Charlize and arrayed her naked on the king size bed, then undressed and joined her; each attaching themselves to a different part of her anatomy - J-Lo at her left breast and Zeta-Jones her right, Ashley Judd kneeling between her thighs to tongue-lash her pussy the likes of which Charlize hadn’t experienced outside the Porn Star Club and Cat, Charlize’s sweet, loving Cat, at Charlize's head cradling her face in her loving hands between her giant breasts as she gently kissed and caressed her, purring and whispering sweet things; things Charlize hadn't heard for years and which she'd longed, indeed ached, to hear again!

As Charlize's body responded to every stimulus, Cat softly, gently and carefully laid out her plan for a spectacular tag team match the following night. She explained that, “…Marbles' fans expect more than other wrestling shows” and that she intended to give it to them. She told Charlize she would to rip off her top, slap and punch her breasts, then she detailed in cold precision how she'd strip Charlize and spank her. "I've never forgotten how much you loved that, my precious darling! Tomorrow night, I'll give it to you again, this time in front of millions! It'll make my hand - and your ass - the most envied pieces of real estate in Southern California!"

Charlize squirmed, feeling the heat rise as she recalled how Cat used to spank her to multiple orgasms in the dingy little apartment they shared before Charlize became the international star she was today. Charlize vaguely wondered if Cat HAD shared her secret with the other brunettes, then realized she didn't care - if they knew how much pleasure a good spanking gave her - even if they used that against her - she'd be happy because she realized how much she missed it!

Her reverie was interrupted by the jolt of her sudden, powerful climax as Ashley's tongue struck liquid gold! Charlize's hips rose off the bed, her thighs clamped down on Ashley's head and she bucked so hard Cath and J-Lo had trouble keeping their mouths on her jiggling breasts. Cat, however, had no trouble; her liplock on Charlize's mouth was airtight…so airtight Charlize was getting lightheaded from lack of oxygen. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was the soft pressure of Cat's full breast on her cheek…as everything went black!

"Wow! You really came hard that time," Cat purred softly when Charlize's eyes at last fluttered open.

Cat was holding a cool cloth to Charlize’s forehead as she lay on her back with her cheek resting on Cat's hot, bare thigh. At the foot of the bed, J-Lo and Zeta-Jones busy working on something. As the room came into focus, Charlize lifted her head and saw Ashley standing at the dresser, buckling a large strap-on around her waist. She tried to sit up, but Cat put a hand on her chest, pinning her to her lap and when she tried to move her arms and legs they refused to obey her commands.

"Wha…." Charlize moaned, struggling to sit up, only then realizing her wrists were tied to the bed. It was at that moment she realize what the two women at the foot of the bed were doing; binding her ankles to the bed with Charlize’s own stockings!

"Relax, it's going to be alright," Cat reassured her, caressing her breast; quickly bringing her responsive nipple erect as she plucked and pulled. "I thought you'd enjoy a little diversion; some role play while we discuss tomorrow's match. First, Ashley's going to have the lead in that all-time classic, 'The Escaped Prisoner and the Warden's Wife.' After that, it'll be Cath reprising her Oscar winning star turn in Chicago as a 'Woman in Prison.' Then J-Lo gets into the act; I think you know Jen's bonkers for booty but I’ll let you wonder about what she’s got in mind. Finally, I'll be batting clean-up, so to speak," she leered. "Soooooo, you jusst lay back and relax; have a good time. This is something we don't do all the time because it's really hard to find the 'right' blond for the supporting part. We're really lucky; we’ve got an Oscar winner who can play all four of the supporting roles tonight!"

"Please…." Charlize whined, batting her baby blues up at Cat in the futile hope her ex-lover would take pity on her.

"Shhhhhh," Cat chided, pressing a sticky finger to Charlize's pouting lips. "Just lay back and enjoy the ride. After all, you've got a tough match coming up tomorrow and I know you always needed to 'unwind' before your matches, true?" Charlize swallowed hard and nodded silently, already knowing it was futile to lie to Cat - she knew her too well. "That's my girl!" Cat praised, patting Charlize's breasts as if patting an obedient child on the head. "Now close your eyes and pretend this is Stuart or Tom Cruise or whoever it is you fantasize about when I'm not the one in your bed!" Cat chuckled.

Ashley Judd climbed onto the bed between Charlize's wide-spread long legs; the long, thick dildo strapped to her pelvis bobbing obscenely as she steadied herself by grabbing Charlize's hips. Then Ashley arched forward to press the tip of the thick black dildo into the slit of the blonde's already engorged labia. Ashley slowly leaned forward, the tip of the faux prick spreading the pussy lips, disappearing inch by inch. Ashley laid out over Charlize, belly-to-belly with the supine blonde, her face between Charlize's perky breasts as she raised her butt…then slammed down, driving the shaft in to the hilt.

"UNNNNNHHHHH!" Charlize grunted as Ashley's body came down onto her and the dildo slid deep. Ashley looked up and grinned at Charlize as she raised her ass again, pulling the rubber prick halfway out, then slowly eased it back in. "Oooooooooo…." Charlize moaned as the ribbed shaft tickled her erect clit’s sensitive tip.

SMACK! "Thatta girl Ash! Drill ‘er good!" Catherine Zeta-Jones laughed as she sat down and spanked Ashley's raised rump; helping drive the dark shaft deep once more.

Ashley grinned as she increased the speed of her thrusting, the now well-lubricated shaft gliding easily in and out of the aroused blonde who responded to each powerful thrust with an animal grunt, groan or soft moan of pleasure. Ashley began to lick one of Charlize's famously sensitive nipples while Cat suckled the other; their talented twin tonguing increasing the arousal of their superheated blonde sex toy. Charlize strained against her bonds, arching her back and bucking her hips upward to meet the downward plunge of Ashley's body. J-Lo and Catherine sat on the bed flanking the humping duo, their hands alternately stroking and spanking Ashley’s bottom; their eyes twinkling as they exchanged a lusty look that betrayed their eagerness to take their place atop the famously horny blonde for what promised to be the ride of a lifetime!

Charlize began to grunt faster which to Cat's trained ear meant she was approaching her climax. Cat reached out and tapped Ashley’s shoulder and when she looked up, Cat winked and nodded. Ashley slowed her thrusting but Charlize immediately protested, "Noooooooooooo…don’t…stop…don’t…" Cat bowed her head, grabbed Charlize and kissed her hard, her tongue darting into the open, eager mouth where it fenced briefly with Charlize’s before she pulled back and returned to suckling Charlize's hard nipple. "Please…so… close…" Charlize whimpered between groans after Ashley pulled out and sat back on her haunches, slowly raking her nails over the curve of the blonde's hard-pumping belly.

"All in good time darling…all in good time," Cat chortled as Ashley pulled out and climbed off the bed to be replaced by Zeta-Jones who stood on the bed between Charlize’s legs while Ashley and J-Lo loosened the stockings binding Charlize's ankles. Then Catherine grabbed Charlize under the knees and folded her legs up and back until the limber limbs were bent double. Ashley and J-Lo walked up each side of the bed, pulling Charlize’s legs backward over her head, then retied the stockings to the headboard, forcing Charlize's ass up into the air! Catherine stepped over Charlize, turned around and stepped down between Charlize’s legs, wriggling her ass down between her legs as she sat down on her face. Reaching under herself, Catherine carefully spreading her labia over Charlize's mouth as she wiggled her ass crack over the blonde's nose.

"Now my dear," Catherine said as she looked down over her shoulder into Charlize's wide eyes. "Here's how THIS game is played. You’ve been cast as a new prisoner in the cell block; I'm playing a tough, mean, bull-dyke lifer!"

"Type casting!" Cat chuckled, drawing an baleful glare from the actress who had won her Oscar portraying a woman in prison in ‘Chicago’ (a role Charlize coveted but lost to the dark-tressed wife of one of Hollywood’s premier powerbrokers.)

Catherine glared at Cat, then continued to ‘run the scene’ for Charlize. "You have to please me," Catherine said, scowling at J-Lo to warn her not to try to top Cat with some biting remark. "…or I may just snuff out your worthless life. But there's some good news…," she showed Charlize a vibrator. "As long as your pink little tongue keeps showing me how much you love and respect me, I'll give your little pleasure button a tickle every now and then…call it added incentive! OK, now that you now the rules," she said, running the vibrator lightly down the pink furrow of Charlize's gaping pussy and feeling her body shiver with delight. "…you may start showing me your obeisance!"

She dropped her ass on Charlize's face and began a slow rocking, scrubbing her wiry pussy back and forth on Charlize's lips. Not wanting to suffocate, or have her lips abraded off her face, Charlize had little choice but to extend her tongue and do as Catherine demanded. But the big brunette's constant motion made finding her clit difficult, and getting any constant tongue contact to stimulate it nearly impossible. But whenever she did manage to find her target and flick or lick it, Catherine repaid her with a tingling taste of the vibrator…sending chills up and down Charlize's sexual nerve endings! It encouraged her to redouble her tonguing although she soon began to feel lightheaded as Catherine's suffocating ass was shutting off her oxygen. Just when Charlize thought she was going to pass out, Catherine raised up, giving her a breath of badly needed air.

As Charlize sucked in a second mouthful of air, Catherine pressed her pussy down on Charlize's gaping mouth and snapped, "Tongue!" Charlize quickly thrust out her tongue, getting in several good, long, deep licks on Cath's love lollipop - and receiving another tingling "reward" from Cath's 'buzzer' for her effort.

"She learns fast," J-Lo chuckled.

"…for a blonde!" Ashley added, giggling as J-Lo frowned at being one-upped.

Just as Ashley before her, Catherine teased Charlize's clit just enough to keep her on the verge of an orgasm, but never 'rewarding' her enough to push her over the edge into satisfaction. But Catherine got what SHE wanted; humping and grinding on Charlize's face until she came in a torrent of love lava that left Charlize's red, flushed face liberally coated with glistening fluid. When CZJ climbed off the bed she was panting and she slapped J-Lo’s ass as the Latina Diva buckled on the dildo she called "The Punisher" - a thick, ribbed rod of hard rubber with a vibrating, rotating, tip.

"Leave her ass in the air," J-Lo said as she stepped up onto the bed and gave Charlize's raised rump a quick SPANK with her open hand. "That's just the right height!"

"Nuh…nuh…not in the ass!" Charlize gasped. "Puh-leeeeeze!" she pleaded, her toes wiggling as she squirmed in bondage.

"Sorry honey buns," J-Lo laughed. "But they don't call me ‘Booty Queen’ for nothin'! There's no sound in the world sweeter'n a bitch gruntin' as I drill her ‘tween the cheeks!" She stepped up, bent her knees slightly, grabbed Charlize’s hips and leaned forward. "UNNNNNHHHHH!" J-Lo grunted as she rove her world famous strap-on home with an ear-to-ear grin every bit as wide as the one her thick, heavy dildo created in Charlize's ass cheeks as she rammed it in!

For the first time that evening, Charlize wasn't getting sexual gratification from being fucked but Cat and Ashley bent to the task with delight, each taking a nipple and licking and tonguing while J-Lo made Charlize's proud butt bounce to her tune. She would pound home the dildo three or four times, then pause and give Char's bottom a few WHACKS, then return to drilling. The combination not only kept the ‘Golden Goddesses’ pale butt dancing, but soon turned it a nice rosy red. While Charlize derived no satisfaction from having J-Lo's dildo jammed in her bottom, she usually got off on having her sensitive breasts fondled - and being spankings ALWAYS sent her into orbit. So while she wasn't having the time of her life, she WAS being turned on nonetheless!

Unlike CZJ and Ashley Judd, however, J-Lo didn’t need Charlize to get HER off - just the act of dominating the big blonde by ass-fucking her was all it took to bring J-Lo to a soaring, roaring orgasm! As her body vented her release, J-Lo slumped forward between the V of Charlize's bound, spread legs and lay panting for several seconds. Then J-Lo tossed her mane of dark hair back from her eyes, grinned down at Charlize's red-rimmed, tear-streaked face and asked, "Was it good for you, honey buns?"

Charlize closed her eyes, refusing to acknowledge her humiliation. J-Lo straightened up and slooooowly withdrew the massive dildo from Charlize's ass and then SPANKED her pussy a couple of times; her fingers making a wet WAP as they slapped the wet pinkness of her drooling labia.

"NEXT!" J-Lo laughed as Cat elbowed her aside in her haste to get in position between Charlize's thighs.

As Cat loomed over Charlize's pussy, her fingers gently caressed the swollen labia, massaging the pink with her thumbs. Then she used her index fingers to slowly spread the fleshy lips, tickling the rosy pink as the engorged labia were stretched back as Cat pushed two fingers slowly down into Charlize’s valley of love, found the stiff, hard, clit and stroked it until Charlize shivered in reaction.

"You remember the 'good old days Char?" Cat purred. "I sure do! You and me; we made sweet, sweet music together. There's no reason we can't get back to where we once belonged," she said, her hot breath on Charlize's exposed pink sending tremors of excitement racing up the blonde's spine. Charlize's ass cheeks involuntarily clinched as Cat trailed her fingertips over the broad expanse of tender pink flesh; teasing and tantalizing Charlize with the promise of delights to come. "Give up that silly 'Hollywood High Class' with Loken and join me…we’d be a GREAT team! Hell, with my brains and your…well, your looks, I guess…we could sell out every date. Hell, if we just win half our matches we'd be the hottest team around. We'd make millions! I even got a name for us, ‘Fire and Ice’ with you as the ice princess and me the fiery one. Whaddya think, pretty good, huh?"

Charlize just looked at Cat and blinked, unable to speak she was panting so hard. Just so Cat would know she’d been rejected - again - Charlize shook her head, then closed her eyes and moaned as Cat’s drilling fingers brought forth a gusher off goodness! As her sweet nectar trickled into the crack of her ass and pooled at the rosebud of her asshole, Charlize let out a satisfied grunt that brought a smirking grin to Cat’s lips.

“You always make that grunt sound when you orgasm, Charlie,” she chuckled. “It’s why we call you ‘the animal’, eh girls?”

The other women laughed at Charlize’s discomfort while Cat slowly licked Charlize’s juices from her fingers and got off the bed. “She’s all yours ladies,” Cat purred. “I gotta get my beauty rest. Gotta big match comin’ up tomorrow night and I want to be at my best!” She gave Charlize’s up-turned bottom a healthy SMACK, then blew her a kiss before she strutted out the door.

Later that night, long after Cat had gone to bed and while the other women were enjoying a respite from their lusty fun, Angelina Jolie showed up with FHM model (and Food Channel star) Rachel Ray. Angie uses Ben-Wa balls in Charlize’s ass while Rachel worked a cucumber shaped vibrator in and out of her pussy! Then after Charlize came for what seemed like the hundredth time, Ashley, J-Lo and CZJ each took her for a spin, wearing out the blond while Cat got a well-earned rest.

The next day, while the others are eating brunch on the balcony, Cat returned with her tag team partner Shannon Elizabeth and they each had a fling with Charlize. Then the other women lined up for more. Just after noon, Charlize ‘entertained’ the team of Natasha Henstridge and Elisha Cuthbert who had appeared nearby the night before. That afternoon Pink, who was in town for a concert and to watch girlfriend Kristanna Loken in action, stopped by with Beyonce Knowles who was also on tour and heading the opposite direction. Both were ‘big Theron fans’ and were excited to be able to help themselves to a generous helping of blond before they had to move on.

While Charlize ‘entertained the troops’ Cat and Elizabeth got dressed, then left for the arena to start preparing for the match later that evening. A few hours later, after each of the remaining women had drilled, thrilled and reamed Charlize until she was limp, they got her dressed in the same clothes she’d arrived in the night before and took her to the arena. Under the stands, J-Lo sent Charlize on her way to her dressing room with a parting slap on the ass. When Charlize walked in to the dressing room, Kristanna Loken went ballistic, demanding to know where Charlize had been all night.

“You weren’t in your room when I got back to the suite last night, and when I looked in this morning your bed hadn’t even been slept in! What the hell kinda way is THAT to behave the night before my most important match? Jeezez Theron, you’ve gotta take this stuff seriously or I’ll never get into the big money.”

Sharon Stone is distraught when she sees the condition Charlize is in; especially after Loken accused her of being "out partying all night before our match."

Sharon grows even more concerned when Charlize curtly declines her usual ‘pre-fight massage’ and instead goes to take a long, cold shower. This makes Sharon very suspicious because she’s been ‘warming up’ Charlize for fights with her special clit massage for years and Charlize had never refused one before tonight!

Charlize and Kristanna slink down to the ring in matching sequined evening gowns with slits up the side clear to the hip that show their long legs. Once in the ring, they perform a 'tasteful' striptease until they’re down to stark white bikini bra and panty with the sponsor’s logo on breasts and hips. Both wrestle barefooted and wear their blonde hair straight (Kristanna’s is slightly longer - for those of you watching at home on radio!)

Cat and Shannon are introduced last and they come swirling down from opposite sides of the arena to a dissonant, jangling middle eastern belly dance tune. Both are in sequined halter tops and diaphanous harem pants. When they reach the ring, they dip, swirl and dance around the ring - to the obvious annoyance of Charlize and Kristanna until the music ends when they quickly remove their outerwear, leaving them in matching red bikinis. Both are wearing regulation wrestling boots that match the red of their bikini.

“And your referee for tonight’s main event…lovely International Supermodel…Miss Claudia Schiffer!”

First Fall

Kristanna and Charlize argue who is to start, each gesturing to the other, “No, you go ahead.” Finally, Sharon steps up and tells Loken, “Get your ass out there before we have to forfeit the damn fall!” Kristanna starts against Shannon Elizabeth who strides out looking all confident, raises her arms and challenges Kristanna to a Test of Strength! Kristanna glances quickly back to Sharon who nods and motions with her hands to, “Go ahead” muttering, “Dammit!” under her breath. By the time Kris turns back however, Shannon’s no longer holding her hands up but has drawn her right fist back and…

WHAM! smashes her forearm down across Kris’s chest, pounding her breasts flat and driving her back on her heels.

WHAM! “UNNNNGH!” Another big forearm hammer sends the big blond reeling backward.

WHAM! “OWWWWWWWWW…DAMN!” Loken is sent into the ropes by the bra-busting power in Shannon Elizabeth’s Forearm Smash…what she and Cat call their “Middle Eastern Mammary Masher!”

At ringside, Loken’s girlfriend Pink is holding her hair in both hands and screaming at Theron, “That should be YOU in there, you coward! Tag dammit; tag her you fuckin’ wimp!”

Charlize looks down at Pink, unable to believe what she’s hearing and she starts to climb down to confront the blustering bitch and inform her that if she and her friend Beyonce hadn’t fucked her silly for half the night, maybe she WOULD be in the ring! But Sharon intercepts Charlize and pulls her back up the stairs, telling her to, “Get your head in the match!”

Charlize realizes she can never tell anyone what happened; it’s too humiliating and she’s ashamed of having let herself be tricked - yet again - by a bunch of brunette bitches! So instead of dealing with Pink, Charlize climbs back onto the ring apron where she’s shocked to see her partner, Kristanna Loken, has already been wrapped up tight by Shannon Elizabeth who has one of Kristanna’s long legs hooked and waving weakly in the air while both her arms are captured; one bent behind her back and the other being held at the elbow by Shannon’s arm wrapped around Kristanna’s back, pinning one arm against her body while clamping down on the other!

“KICK OUT!” Charlize screams as Kristanna’s only free appendage lifts straight up, then snaps outward. But she’s unable to budge Shannon who rolls Kristanna onto her back as referee Claudia Schiffer drops to check her pinned shoulders.

“EIN!” Claudia shouts in her native German as she wriggles one hand under Kristanna’s shoulder and slaps the mat with the other.

“ZWEI!” she continues as she slaps the mat a second time.

“DR…NEIN! NEIN!” Kristanna’s face is bright red showing the strain as she barely lifts one shoulder ever so briefly to break the count and avoid the pin.

“EIN!” Claudia’s hand slaps the mat again after Shannon digs her toes in the canvas and forces Kristanna’s shoulder back.

“UNNNNGGGGG….” Kristanna grunts as her abs contract, her free leg whipping from side to side.

“ZWEI!” Again, Claudia counts as Kristanna’s shoulders are still pinned.

“GGGNNNNNNGHHHH!” Kristanna throws her head back and kicks as hard as she can with both legs.

“SHIT!” Shannon groans as her sweaty hand loses its grip on Loken’s leg. Allowing her to turn her shoulder just enough to break Claudia’s count.

Kristanna manages to roll onto her side where she lays panting with Shannon draped over her, trapping her top arm between their bodies while Shannon still has Loken’s lower arm twisted behind her back. Shannon reaches up with her free hand which was on Kris’s chest and pushes up under her chin as she attempts to roll her back onto her back. Kristanna spreads her legs, widening her base to counter Shannon’s attempt but Shannon snaps her arm down and drives a devastating Knife Edge Chop to Loken’s vulnerable pussy!

“AGGGGGHHHHH….ohhhhhhh….” Kristanna groans as her knees snap up to her chest, but too late as Shannon powers her over onto her back! Claudia scampers around to the other side on hands and knees, then quickly checks Loken’s shoulders which are again flat on the mat.

“EIN!” Claudia slaps the mat once.

“ZWEI!” she slaps the mat again.

“REF! ROPES!”

“NEIN! NEIN!” Claudia tells Shannon as she looks when Charlize calls her attention to Kristanna’s left leg draped over the bottom rope. She slaps Shannon on the back, points to Kristanna’s foot, then gestures with a ‘shoo’ motion for Shannon to get up and back away. While Shannon goes to tag in Cat Bell, Kristanna painfully extracts the arm which had been twisted behind her back from under her, then rolls over and struggles to her knees. She’s just starting to get up when Cat arrives at a sprint, her loosely bound breasts bouncing wildly. Kristanna never makes it to her feet on her own because Cat grabs her hair and drags her up, putting her in a grinding Side Headlock which she uses to march Kristanna across the ring away from the corner where Charlize stands with one foot on the middle rope and her arm extended awaiting the tag. When Cat pulls her partner away, Charlize’s body slumps in dejection as she realizes Kristanna, and their chances of winning the fall, are in dire straits!

But Kristanna puts her hands on Cat’s hips and shoves her forward into the ropes as she jerks her head free, turns and tries to run to Charlize to tag her! Cat falls into the ropes, but uses their ‘bounce’ to launch herself after Loken. Three quarters of the way across the ring, Cat drives her shoulder into Kristanna’s butt as she wraps her arms around her thighs and both big bodies hit the mat with a loud WHAM! Kristanna, on the bottom, has the wind knocked out of her and as she tries to catch her breath, Cat lays with her cheek pressed to the small of Kristanna’s back and her arms wrapped around the big blondes thighs.

Kristanna groans as she raises her head and stretches out her arm toward Charlize, straining to make the tag that could turn the first fall from a looming defeat into - at least the hope of - victory. Charlize leans far out over the top rope, her arm stretching, her wiggling fingers only a few tantalizing inches from Kristanna’s. Then suddenly, something makes Charlize pull back. She looks down at her breasts and realizes it was the rope rubbing her nipples which are so tender after being tortured all night. Just as Charlize had recoiled in pain, Kristanna lunged and her fingers just missed the tag when Charlize straightened up.

Sharon Stone at ringside pulls her hair in frustration as she screams, “CHAR! TAG CHAR, TAG!”

Charlize leans back over the top rope but it’s too late! Cat, seeing how close she was to disaster, grabs Kristanna by the waistband of her bikini bottom and drags her back out to mid-ring away from the ropes. When she lets go, Kristanna’s bottom is down below her ass cheeks but she’s far from Charlize who slaps the top rope in frustration.

From her seat in the front row, Pink screams, “Wazza matter bitch…you afraida ol’ Cat Bell?”

Cat crawls up Kristanna’s body and straddles her back, then clasps her hands under Loken’s chin and hauls back. But without immobilizing Kristanna’s hands, the loose Camel Clutch is quickly broken so Cat gets up, preferring to fight on her feet anyway. Cat crouches as Loken, in pain and winded, struggles to one knee, looking at Charlize with a mixture of confusion and anger over the missed tag; possibly her last chance at escape now seemingly gone. Then just as she pushes herself to her feet, Cat slams into her, driving her into a neutral corner, slamming her back against the turnbuckles. Kristanna hits the corner so hard, she almost gets whiplash when her head snaps back over the top rope! Cat grabs Kristanna behind the head, sits down and kicks both feet into the towering blondes belly as she drops on the mat, kicking her feet up as she Monkey Flips Kristanna across the ring.

Kris hits hard on her butt and skids several feet before she comes to rest and collapses flat on her back. Cat does a quick back roll, springs to her feet and then leaps in the air, coming down with a huge Elbow Drop to Loken’s heaving chest. Her feet shoot up as Cat’s elbow pounds her breasts flat and forces the last breath of air from her lungs.

Shannon applauds excitedly in their corner as Cat drags Kristanna’s battered body to her feet, scoops her up and then Body Slams her right in front of Shannon. She’s already climbing to the top turnbuckle when Cat steps on Kristanna’s body as she reaches up to tag. Shannon launches herself off the top rope over Cat, coming down with a Leg Drop across Loken’s breasts!

Once more, Kristanna’s long legs fly up in reaction to the impact, then flop back down and lay spread and still. Shannon takes Kristanna’s wrist and drags her body around 180 degrees, then sits her up facing Charlize. Cat, before leaving the ring, points to Charlize and screams, “Watch and learn Theron!”

Shannon pulls Kristanna’s arms down against her sides, then sits behind her and wraps her powerful legs around Loken’s body, trapping her arms against her sides with her hands flat on the mat. Locking her ankles between’s Loken’s spread wide legs, her heels slamming down into the V of her groin, Shannon wraps an arm around Loken’s neck, then grabs her other elbow and locks in the Sleeper she and Cat call, “The Arabian Nights!”

Kristanna is already out of breath and badly battered, but with her arms trapped she can’t hope to escape. As Shannon’s slow constriction shuts off the blood flow of blood to her brain, it begins to shut down, turning off her body functions one after another. She squirms, kicks and tries to bounce her butt on the mat, to no avail. She’s well and truly trapped and there’s no hope of escape - unless Charlize comes in to break the hold by cheating.

But Claudia Schiffer is standing where she can watch Charlize as she watches to be sure Shannon doesn’t kill Kristanna - and since she can’t raise Kristanna’s trapped hand to check if she’s still conscious, she does the next best thing. She lifts Loken’s foot and drops it….once…twice…three times! Not once did Kristanna try to hold her leg up! Claudia’s convinced Kristanna is either out or has given up; either way the first fall is over!

DING! DING! DING! Schiffer calls for the bell, then begins trying to unwrap Shannon’s arms from around Kristanna’s head. When Shannon finally lets go, Kristanna topples over backward and lays without moving. One cup of her bikini top has become dislodged, slipping down when the shoulder strap got pulled down during her struggle. The pink breast rises and falls with her slow breathing while Cat and Shannon stand over her, hugging and high-fiving as the announcer tells the crowd…

“The winners of the first fall…The Persian Princesses; Shannon Elizabeth and Cat Bell!”

Sharon Stone and Charlize come over to carefully pick Kristanna up. From behind, Cat grabs Charlize by the hair and jerks her to her feet, pulling her body against hers as she faces her nose-to-nose. “Next fall it’s gonna be YOU down there, blondie,” she hisses malevolently. “We’ve got something special planned for you. And you’ll be awake, not sleeping peacefully like her,” Cat sneered.

She kicked Kristanna’s butt, sending shivers through her slumbering body from head to toe! Charlize helped Sharon drag Kristanna back to the corner where Sharon propped her body against the turnbuckles, then slapped her on the back to wake her. After several attempts, Kristanna moaned and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Charlize’s face and she glared up at her for a long time before she even tried to stand.

At ringside, Kristanna’s girlfriend Pink leaned on the ring apron and screamed at Charlize, “Next fall, YOU’RE going out and get YOUR ass kicked. And see if we tag for you, you bitch!”

Charlize wanted to explain, but knew it wouldn’t matter. No matter what the excuse, Kris and Pink would blame her for Loken’s injuries - and who’s to say she wasn’t right! Charlize had gotten herself in trouble the night before, so in her mind she deserved whatever punishment she got. With a sigh, she turned to face Cat and Shannon, then Claudia signaled for the bell to start the…

SECOND FALL

Charlize glanced down at the smirking face of Pink who leaned on the corner ringpost, her left arm wrapped around Kristanna’s right leg, her fingers softly caressing the inside of the big blonde’s thigh. Stone stood off to one side wearing a confused and worried look; unable to figure out what had gone wrong with her girls and having no clue what to do to fix it. In fact, it seemed Pink had taken the reins from Stone as she was the one barking orders to Theron!

“C’mon you lazy bitch, get your fat ass in gear! Circle! That’s it; move in, tie her up; let’s see some of that vaunted power…after all, you been resting the whole match!”

Fans nearby could hear her and Charlize blushed deeply at the insult. Yet Pink was right, she HADN’T set foot in the ring the entire first fall and she SHOULD be rested; yet she felt weak and drained and her body still ached from the abuse of the previous evening. Indeed, it took an effort just to jog around the ring, making it easy for Cat to cut off the ring. When they locked up, Cat grunted and pushed forward, slowly backing Charlize into a corner. Charlize just couldn’t generate any power with her legs. As Cat stood her up and pinned her against the turnbuckles, she laid her heavy breasts on Charlize’s perky pair, then the buxom brunette whispered, “Feel my tits, Char? What do you want most, for me to breast smother you to end the match or facesit you? Both are very attractive - to me!”

“Go to hell Cat!” Charlize hissed, pushing off with her butt to back Cat up a couple of steps. But Charlize’s legs lost their steam once her butt came off the turnbuckle and Cat dug her feet in, shoving back into the turnbuckles where she slammed her big breasts into Charlize’s chest hard the blonde let out an audible, “OOOF!”

“What’s the matter Charlie, that ol’ body all worn out after a night of hearty partying? I’m surprised; at your age you should know to rest up before an important bout!” Cat chortled. Then she hooked Charlize under the left arm, turned and Hip-tossed her to the mat!

“UNNNNGH!” Charlize grunted as she landed on her butt, rolled over and sprawled on her belly. “AAARRRGGGH!” she groaned when Cat dropped on her back, knocking the rest of the air out of her. Cat wrenched her right arm back and levered it up into a painful Hammerlock! Charlize struggled against Cat’s weight and strength, but flat on her face she had no leverage and Cat’s thighs were already clamped tight around her waist. Charlize squirmed and wriggled to no avail. She pulled her right leg up and tried to push up, but Cat just kicked back with her right leg and slammed her foot into Charlize’s thigh a couple of times. She had to straighten her leg or risk a Charlie Horse.

Cat leaned her weight into the Hammerlock, inching Charlize’s trapped arm higher. The blonde grabbed a fistful of her own hair, pulling as she tried not to scream in pain. Cat stood up still holding the Hammerlock, then dropped and smashed her knee into Charlize’s ass! “AARRGH!” The Knee sent shockwaves up her spine and through her entire body. It also scuffed her tender breasts on the rough canvas mat and this time she couldn’t keep from screaming!

“OH SHIT!” she cried. Her free hand quickly releasing her hair to wedge it under her chest to protect her breasts.

“Oh, sorry!” Cat cackled. “I forgot. Those must be really sensitive after all that attention they got last night. But then, you always love having those little things admired, don’t you!”

“BITCH!” Charlize grumbled.

Cat arched her back, lifting her ass high in the air as she pushed up onto her tip-toes, then again she smashed her knee down into Charlize’s ass, this time burying it in the crease where the flesh of her thighs met her asscheeks. Cat’s knee wedged her legs apart just far enough that she could work it until she got it firmly lodged between Charlize’s thighs. Then Cat began to hump the thigh, grinding and pounding it on Charlize’s pubic mound.

Each time she bucked her thigh up, it scooted Charlize’s body along the canvas. She had all she could do to keep her arm in place protecting her breasts from contact with the rough canvas so she didn’t have a chance to figure out an escape. Cat kept bumping and nudging her forward until Charlize looked up and realized she was slowly being edged closer to the corner where Shannon Elizabeth was waiting with a big grin! Charlize reached out trying to grab the ropes to force a break, but they were just out of reach. She waited, knowing the next time Cat kicked her - if she used her legs to push just a little - it would get her close enough to grab the bottom rope.

But Cat realized that too, so she didn’t knee her again, instead she grabbed a fistful of Charlize’s hair and yanked her head up and pulled it back. Charlize hesitated to take her arm out from under her chest for fear Cat would knee her and scuff her already aching nipples, but then Cat slammed her face into the mat. THUD! Cat jerked her head up and WHAM smashed it down again. She pulled her head up a third time, but this time Charlize put her hand out to protect her face.

“AAIIIIIIEEEEEE!” Charlize squealed because Cat released her hair, grabbed her Hammerlocked arm in both hands and dragged her several feet back from the ropes, dragging her tender breasts across the stiff, coarse canvas. Then she drove her knee down into Charlize’s butt again, scooting her body several inches and scuffing her breasts some more!

“AAAHHHHHHHHHH Gawd…” Charlize moaned and arched her back to make room to reach under her to cradle her throbbing breasts. Once she no longer had her free hand covering her face, Cat again grabbed a handful of blond hair and SMACK slammed her face down on the mat again. Charlize was in a real predicament, if she protected her face her breasts would suffer; if she protected her sensitive breasts, Cat would pound her face on the mat until she passed out…and would then be pinned. Having no other choice, Charlize pulled her hand out from under her SMASH just a second too late to save her face from being crushed into the mat again.

Charlize was seeing stars when Cat hair-hauled her to her feet, spun her around and Irish Whipped her into the far ropes. Unable to see where she was going thru the stars, Charlize hit the ropes and careened wildly back to Cat who was waiting; crouching with hands on knees, her eyes riveted on Charlize’s belly button. Just before Charlize arrived, Cat lowered her shoulder and stepped forward WHUMP! Charlize slammed into Cat’s shoulder and folded over it. Her eyes widened as the air WHOOSHED out of her.

Cat stood up, flipping Charlize headfirst over her with a Back Body Drop! WHAAAAM! Charlize hit on her back, losing what little air was left in her lungs. Cat whirled around and quickly dropped, driving the point of her elbow down into the writhing blondes tender right breast. Charlize’s legs shot straight up, then flopped back down. Cat captured her right arm again, stretched it out flat on the mat and held her wrist down as she rose on her tip-toes, then drove both knees down on Charlize’s right bicep! Again, the blonde’s legs flew into the air, hesitated, then crashed back down to writhe and squirm in pain.

Cat continued to pin Charlize’s right wrist as she got up, twisting the arm to force Charlize to roll over, then dragged her back to her feet as she held her arm extended against her hip. Cat gave the arm a brutal wrench, forcing Charlize to one knee as she worked the Armbar with cruel precision. The blonde’s flushed face twisted in a grimace, evidence of the power the big brunette could exert as she gave the arm another twist, bringing Charlize squealing back up onto her tip-toes; sweat flying from her golden hair as she shook her head, murmuring, “nooooooo,” against the agony in her shoulder.

Cat began to back toward Shannon who stood in her corner, leaning into the ring, hand extended as Cat pulled Charlize forward with stumbling steps. Charlize looked up and saw what awaited her and stubbornly dug her feet in, pulling against Cat’s weight. It slowed their progress, but didn’t stop it. Cat was impatient and she gave Charlize’s arm another twist, forcing her to bend over, then stepped in and…WHUMP Cunt Punt!

The crotch kick sent Charlize’s ass upward almost a foot, then her knees buckled and her legs bowed. She would have fallen but Cat jerked her forward, sending her stumbling toward the waiting Elizabeth. Cat reached back and SLAP made the tag! Shannon climbed to the top turnbuckle while Cat gave Charlize’s arm another wring, positioning her perfectly for Shannon who leaped from the top turnbuckle, elbow extended. CRUNCH!

“AAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” Shannon’s Elbow Smash struck the shoulder joint where Charlize’s twisted arm joined her torso and she let out a terrific scream of pain as she crumpled to her knees. Shannon landed nimbly, whirled around and before Charlize could even grab her aching shoulder, the dark-tressed vixen had her injured arm under control, twisting with a brutal callousness. Charlize had to put her free hand on the mat for support as Shannon raised and wrenched her trapped arm.

“ARRRRRGGGGHH…” Charlize let out a pained groan as Shannon jumped in the air again and slammed her elbow onto the tortured shoulder socket, driving the blond face-first to the mat. Lifting Charlize’s arm straight up behind her, Shannon stepped over Charlize’s back and sat down hard, wrenching the trapped arm back and squeezing it between her thighs; the back of Charlize’s hand between her jiggling breasts. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…gawww…nnnnnnggggghhhhh…” Charlize babbled incoherently, her mind addled by the searing pain in her shoulder as Shannon wrenched her arm with a cruel brutality only a brunette could enjoy.

Sharon Stone stepped up onto the ring apron in the corner where Kristanna stood leaning against the ropes, a tight smile creasing her lips as Pink’s languidly fondling fingers caressed the inside of her tightly muscled thigh. “Don’t even think about interfering,” Pink hissed, reaching up with her free hand to grab the back of Stone’s calf; digging her fingernails into the smooth flesh. “She made her bed, let her die in it!”

Sharon whipped around, yanked her leg out of Pink’s grip and hissed, “It’s ‘lie in it’ you cretin. Not die!”

“Yeah, whatever,” shrugged Pink, leaning over to slowly run her tongue up the back of Kristanna’s thigh.

Shannon gave Charlize’s arm another turn, then stood up and stomped on the back of her shoulder as she released her grip. Charlize’s arm slammed down to the mat and she writhed around, holding her shoulder with her other hand and sobbing. Shannon hair-hauled the weepy-eyed blond to her feet, grabbed her wrist and stepped under it, wrenching it around again, forcing Charlize to bend over and then drop to one knee. As she looked up through tearing eyes, Shannon reached up and slapped Cat’s offered hand. As soon as Shannon tagged her, Cat sprang into the air, vaulting over the top rope and came down - right on Charlize’s arm. The elbow was nearly dislocated but Shannon leg go of her wrist just as Cat’s knee made contact.

“AIEEEEEEEEEEEE….ohhhhhh gawd……..no…..” Charlize let out a plaintive wail as she flopped and bounced around holding her arm against her body. Cat and Shannon both grabbed her and pulled her to her feet babbling incoherently through the pain in her arm. Shannon dragged Charlize over to their corner and stepped between the ropes, draping her arm over the top strand and pulling down until it was snugged up tight under her armpit. Then Cat stepped up behind her and reached around, closed her hands over Charlize’s bra and curled her fingers down into the cups. Realizing Cat was about to pull her bra off, Charlize turned and looked over her shoulder, murmuring, “Please…don’…”

Just then, Shannon jumped off the ring apron, pulling on Charlize’s arm as hard as she could. Charlize’s body jerked forward, pulled halfway over the top rope before Cat’s hold on her top jerked her to a sudden stop. Charlize body balanced briefly, half in and half out of the ring, teetering on the top rope with her top around her waist and her small, firm, bare breasts jiggling; then Cat snatched her by the back of her panties and pulled her back into the ring.

Charlize landed flat on her back WHAM and before she knew what was happening to her, Cat leaned over her, still holding her by the back of the panties, and pulled her hips up into the air. As her long legs folded back over her head, Cat lay across the back of her legs, pinning her shoulders.

As Charlize’s long legs waggled and waved helplessly in the air, Claudia Schiffer slapped the mat once…

“EIN!”

She slapped twice…

“ZWEI!”

She brought her hand down for the third time…

“NEIN!”

Cat stood up and pulled Charlize’s shoulders off the mat with a handful of hair. “No, you haven’t suffered enough yet!”

Across the ring, Sharon Stone let out a scream of frustration and kicked the bottom rope in anger as Cat made it clear she didn’t just want to beat Theron, she wanted to humiliate her too. Pink just looked up at Kristanna and winked knowingly as she continued to gently caress her lover’s lovely leg.

Cat pulled Charlize’s limp body upright, stepped behind her and wrapped her arms around just under her bare breasts, then picked her straight up into the air, held her chest high for a moment, then dropped to one knee and extended the other in front of her - impaling Charlize’s pubic mound on her kneecap. The Atomic Drop devastated the young blond, but since she no longer had any air in her lungs, instead of screaming all she did was let out a low breathless grunt as she bounced off Cat’s knee, landed on all fours and then collapsed in a heap.

Cat turned and motioned to Shannon, tagging her hand before telling her to climb the turnbuckles. Then Cat grabbed Charlize’s wrists and turned her body around facing the corner where Shannon had climbed to the top rope. Cat pulled Charlize up and put her in a Full Nelson, using two handfuls of hair to pull her head back so she had to watch what was going to happen. Shannon teetered on the top turnbuckle, then launched herself feet first into Charlize. The Missile Dropkick caught the topless blond in both tits, flattening them as she kicked both Charlize and Cat backward across the ring!

Cat dropped Charlize to all fours and rubbed her own breasts for a moment, then grabbed a handful of hair and the back of Charlize’s panties, lifting her hips and giving her a painful Wedgie before she forced her to crawl back to where Shannon stood waiting for them. Handing Charlize to her partner, Cat left the ring and climbed the ropes herself, getting ready for her next move while Shannon pushed Charlize back against the ropes where she lifted her unresisting arms up and draped them over the top ropes. Kicking Charlize’s legs apart, Shannon stepped between them and drove her knee up into the blondes pussy…then again…and then a third time.

Charlize’s arms slithered over the top rope as she dropped on her ass, rolled onto her side and held her battered pussy in both hands as she rocked slowly and mumbled, “nnnnnooooooo mooooooore…..nooooooo mooooore”

Shannon reached up and tagged Cat, then grabbed Charlize’s wrists and pulled her arms back over her head just as Cat sprang off the top turnbuckle. WHAM! The Elbow Smash onto Charlize’s left breast flattened the breast against her chest. Cat and Shannon lifted Charlize and laid her across Cat’s shoulders as if for a Backbreaker, but this was far more than a mere backbreaker, this was, “The Persian Punk Out” a combination Torture Rack and Backbreaker with Breast and Pussy Claws included for good measure!

Shannon steadied Charlize’s body while Cat reached up between her dangling legs and wiggled her fingers over the blondes groin, digging her fingers into the bruised and battered flesh she and Shannon had softened up for this moment. At the same time, Cat’s other hand reached up over Charlize’s shoulder to clamp down hard on her left breast; digging into the soft flesh that was already dappled with black and blue bruising from the punishment it had taken.

Then as Shannon left the ring, Cat bounced Charlize a couple of times, tightening her dual claw holds as she pulled down, bending Charlize’s body over her muscular shoulders. Cat claims no one can withstand the pain if the hold - and Shannon brags nobody who’s ever been in the hold has ever NOT submitted. Whether that’s true or not, Charlize Theron certainly wasn’t going to be the first to beat the hold! Her body - weakened by a long night of sexual torture and physical battering - is far too sensitive to withstand this painful submission hold. She quickly flaps both arms, signaling her submission to referee Claudia Schiffer.

DING! DING! DING! As soon as Claudia calls for the bell, Cat tosses Charlize in the air and then steps out from under her, letting her fall the six feet or more to the mat where she lands in a cloud of rosin dust. Cat and Shannon embrace in their corner as Sharon Stone scrambles through the ropes and rushes to the side of her vanquished warrior. Charlize is all but unconscious, unable to form a sentence or answer Sharon when she asks her if she’s alright.

Over the PA system, the announcer is making the results official, “The winners of the match in two straight falls, the Persian Princesses….Shannon Elizabeth and Cat Bell!”

Stone glares up at Cat and hisses, “That was way over the line. That level of violence is uncalled for. This is ‘celebrity wrestling’ for God’s sake. You could’ve killed her!” Cat started to respond, but Shannon pulled her away to join her for a TV interview on the far side of the ring. Sharon called to Kristanna, “Help me get her to the dressing room!” Loken grudgingly left Pink’s embrace and swung one long leg through the ropes, striding over to where Charlize lay gasping, her head in Sharon’s lap.

“I got her!” Loken snarled as she bent, scooped Charlize up and tossed her limp body over her shoulder like a sack of flour. With one hand firmly clamped onto Charlize’s butt, Loken carried her down the stairs and up the aisle toward their locker room. Sharon trotted behind her, staring at Kristanna’s broad back as Charlize’s arms hang limp down to her butt, her golden hair swishing between them. Behind Sharon came Pink, her face wearing a big grin; licking her lips hungrily and her eyes never leaving Sharon’s jiggling butt.

When they reached the dressing room, Kristanna tossed Charlize’s limp body on her back the training table, then spun to confront Sharon. Behind her, Pink locked the door to ensure the team wasn’t interrupted. “I’m NOT going to put up with this again,” Loken ranted as she got in Sharon’s face. “This bimbo goes out carousing ‘til all hours and you expect ME to cover for her in the ring? You saw that effort she put out; it was embarrassing and amateurish. I’m a professional and I expect my partner to behave like one. Now if YOU can’t control that whore, maybe I should fire your sorry ass and let Pinky here manage us! Or better yet, why not replace Theron with Pink? I swear, if you don’t make some changes, dammit, I’m going to! And you won’t like the changes I have in mind!” Loken hissed, stabbing Sharon between the breasts with her index finger repeatedly for emphasis.

Sharon blanched, her lower lip trembling. “Gih…give me a couple of days to talk to her. I’ll work something out, I promise.”

Kristanna grunted something as she threw on a dress and left with Pink, not bothering to shower or change. As they walked down the hall, they bumped into Cat and Shannon heading toward their dressing room after spending time basking in the adulation of their fans. Without a word, Pink handed an envelope to Cat and kept walking. In their dressing room, Cat opened it and fanned the money from the envelope.

“It all there?” Shannon asked.

“As promised!” Cat grinned. “Not a bad night’s work. We party with our favorite blond bimbo and Pinky pays to join in. We woulda let her in for free just to give us some rest. We gotta remember to call her the next time we have a ‘get together’ with Char, it’s good business.”

“Yeah,” Shannon said as she peeled off her suit and stepped into the shower. “But I wonder what’s in it for HER - I mean, besides the joy of takin’ Theron down a peg or two?”

“What? Somebody needs a better reason than that?” Cat chuckled as she dropped her sweaty suit and slid in behind Shannon and snuggled up against her butt, her hands cupping her partner’s breasts. “Now, here’s how I celebrate beating Theron’s ass!”