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Charlize Theron Meets The Munchkins #19: All for charity! (Part One) by Hawkeye

How many times had she been suckered by that line? Plenty was the easy answer. But enough had been legit (and successful) and so she kept coming back for more…and this was for the kids, the victims of the tsunami, Charlize Theron reminded herself. But there would certainly be no kids in attendance tonight; it wouldn't be right. Despite the magnanimous cause, the towering blonde beauty was already in a nasty mood and that meant some fairly ruthless means on the way to those ends for some unlucky lesser luminary! The stunning Golden Goddess of the Silver Screen and the Squared Circle paced the ring to a standing ovation from a select $5000-a-seat crowd.

Clad in a golden string bikini purchased special for the occasion, Charlize took pride in the dropped jaws and wide eyes of the men, and not a few women, surrounding her. Spotting Larry, Charlize eased over to his front row seat and leaned in for a confab. With Theron's formidable athletic prowess and her ring generalship, knowing her opponent was rarely a concern. She wouldn't adjust to THEM; whoever might be in the ring would have to adjust to HER - once they got over the jitters from just being in the same ring with a 'living legend.'

"So Lare," Charlize slapped him lightly on the cheek. "What little morsel do you have ready to serve up to me this time?" With the late arrangements, she was convinced it couldn't be anyone too dangerous, or at least anyone SHE considered dangerous; Segal knew better than that!

"Funny, you should use the term 'morsel'," he noted sheepishly. "Because they ARE sweet little morsels...."

Charlize's eyes narrowed, "They? You didn't….?"

Larry rolled his eyes and nodded sheepishly. "After what you did to Winslet….well, I'm sorry, but nobody wanted you on short notice, no one person, anyway. I called Bell and she said she'd have jumped at the chance, but she was just leaving to do some location shoots for 'JAG.' Plus, those little sea monkeys, not only wanted the gig for free, but offered ten grand - apiece!"

"Please tell me it's not those Munchkin freaks…" Charlize asked, her anger heightening.

"Munchkins!??" one of the stars of the William Morris Agency responded guiltily.

"You know I don't like surprises, Lare! ONLY because it's an extra $20 thousand for the kids, will I even let you live."

She turned toward the ring and hopped gracefully up onto the apron, the fans in the front rows gasping audibly as her thong nearly disappeared as she bent over.

"Oh, by the way, hon," Larry called from behind. "They're not tagging…it's a handicap...sorry," he added with a shrug.

Charlize's flawless visage lost its playful quality as she turned and glared at her agent. Larry slid to the edge of his chair, furtively casting his eyes for the nearest readily accessible aisle - just in case. "And it's not 20 grand," he continued, faltering a bit. "The kids are getting 80." Charlize's mouth fell agape and she slowly shook her head in disbelief. "Sorry, hon," he said, hands upraised as if in surrender. "I let my nephew Maury negotiate and well...he had the two-on-one, but I guess with so many cute lil' Munchkins flashing him and talking trash….I'm afraid he got a little carried away. They're gonna have ... mmm ... EIGHT in their corner."

"YOU ASSHOLE!" Charlize roared. "HOW IN THE HELL COULD YOU…."

"Only two at a time, Char; only two at a time," he interrupted.

"Oh, is that all?" she muttered, her icy glare enough to freeze Larry's balls…if they weren't already in his throat.

"Yeah! And Maury made sure they wouldn't be able to show you up with any fancy outfits. He made 'em agree they'd all wear just simple string bikinis."

Charlize's face flushed red with anger, "Those little kewpie doll rejects show ME up? What the hell are you thinking! Never in a million years; not if they're in Halston or Versace! I take it back, Lare; I'm NOT letting you live!"

Unfortunately for Charlize, but luckily for Larry, her first step toward her manager was interrupted by referee Nicollette Sheridan who had climbed into the ring clad in a black-and-white stripe cropped tanktop and black, boy-cut trunks that clung tightly to her muscular thighs. Behind the well-preserved, tawny, blonde beauty, came a babbling brook of tiny, feverish pulchritude.

AND NOW THE MUNCHKINS!
Kristin Kreuk, the exotic brunette beauty, led the tiny terrors to the ring in her yellow string bikini. Behind her, the parade of Munchkins flowed like an inexorable river, each of their nubile young bodies barely covered in similarly small swatches of cloth in a rainbow of color. Elisha Cuthbert was next wearing a red version of Kristin's suit. Of the two Munchies to be christened tonight, the blonde seemed more sure of her place, her unwavering gaze fixing Charlize as she approached while Kristin, looking a shade nervous at the towering task at hand, seemed to be having trouble taking it all in.

Next in line was Natalie Portman bouncing to the ring in baby blue and while hardly a stalwart in Holly Marie's Little Black Book, she could be counted on to carry her share of the load and was certainly accustomed to intimidating surroundings. After Natalie came a disparate pair of 'small fry' who had worked well together on previous assignments; young, auburn-haired Lindsay Lohan wearing forest green and crafty vet Michelle Williams in stunning silver walked amiably side-by-side. With her long red mane, Lindsay brought new appreciation to the Xmas color scheme; her top straining to hold her bosomy bounty; her freckled cleavage bouncing with each step. Michelle's cans, though not as large, were making an impression as well, mostly the way her nipples strained the shiny silver latex that covered them.

Charlize's own budding nipples betrayed they fact that Michelle, and the opportunity to put her down, already had HER attention. Theron, clearly unimpressed by the talent level, if not the ever increasing numbers, took a step back and cursed silently as Rose McGowan, clad in a basic black suit that showcased every inch of her pale, milky skin with one of Charlize's previous playmates, Reese Witherspoon, in royal blue, an unrelenting fireplug, formed the caboose of this 'Munchkin Train.'

Charlize' glare sought out Larry, her face an undisguised mask of seething anger, but fans though they saw more than a hint of worry. Larry's front-row seat was unoccupied - as would be his job after tonight.

The Munchkins gathered on the floor by their ringpost as Nicollette raises a microphone to her full lips and announces, "Tonight's match will be the best of three falls ma…."

"WHAT?" Charlize wailed. "I have to beat them TWICE??"

Nicollette smirked as she resumed, "Miss Theron will be joined in the ring by only TWO Munchkins at a time. Any violations of this provision can be met with instant disqualification of the offending party."

"CAN BE?" Charlize shouted. "How about WILL BE!!"

Nicollette sighed, ignoring Theron's outburst as she continued, "Falls can be won by pin, KO or submission. Miss Theron need defeat only ONE of her opponents to win the fall." Charlize stretched her statuesque blonde body in her corner, needing to get out the knots in her muscles from standing around seething in anger at Larry's incompetence when she should have been warming up. Now that she was in the ring, she was stuck; but she sure as hell wasn't backing down from these pipsqueaks! There was only one thing to do now; kick their little butts and confirm her status as one of the best...ever! "As you might have noticed, we're missing one of our eight 'little legends' tonight," Nicollette went on. "Alyssa Milano suffered a little accident backstage and had to be replaced." A moan from the crowd went up - whether in sympathy for Alyssa or concern for them missing one of the most spectacular of the Munchkins was difficult to determine. "But we're fortunate that a replacement was both available and willing to fill in on short notice!"

The seven dwarfs turned toward the entrance - as did Charlize - where, in a white string bikini that had a few minutes before been the property of the 'Charmed One' stood Shannen Doherty; wearing a big shit-eating grin from ear to ear. The other Munchkins are stunned, but Lindsay and Michelle were dismayed! A short time ago, the pair had served Shannen up to Paris Hilton on a silver platter after battering and riding her into the ground themselves. If Shannen was famous for anything it was NOT her forgiving nature. While that duo nervously discussed the unexpected turn of events among themselves, Rose just scowled at her hated rival as Shannen moved toward the ring as if she owned the building. She climbed in with a piece of parchment in her hand and when she climbed through the ropes, Nicollette hugged her and handed Shannen the microphone.

"I wanted to let everyone know," Shannen announced. "That Holly Marie and I have come to an agreement." She held up the paper. "She was convinced of the advantage of my being named captain of this team, tonight. Sadly, her decision led to an 'altercation' between her and Alyssa. Both had to be taken to the hospital but, as you can see, I have Holly's signature on this contract that puts me in charge of taking down that 'Gilded Slut' over there," she said, waving the contract at Theron.

Charlize made a move toward Shannen who quickly backed off, letting Nicollette step between them. While Sheridan dealt with the irate Theron, Shannen turned to address the Munchkins. "I know I haven't had perfect relationships with some of you," Shannen said with a wink to Rose. "But we have a job to do...for the kids...and for poor battered Holly watching this on closed circuit in her hospital bed."

Shannen tossed the microphone down THUMP then walked to the Munchkins corner where the horde joined around her with Lindsay and Michelle making sure to stay on the far side of the scrum from Shannen.

"OK!" Shannen said. "The rookies," she pointed at Elisha and Kristin. "I need you two to go out there and show her what you've got!" Elisha and Kristin looked at each other, then back at Shannen. Leading off against a fresh Charlize Theron was NOT where either wanted to be. But Shannen's eyes narrowed and the pecking order of this pack was instantly solidified; at least as fare as the sacrificial lambs was concerned. Kristin and Elisha stepped through the ropes to join Charlize; the Golden Girl's stern look of determination halting the undersized duo in their tracks. But then the bell rang…
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FIRST FALL

DING! DING! DING!

Elisha and Kreuk began to circle Charlize, looking for an opening, appearing as though they hoped they wouldn't find one.

"What? You little bitches don't have enough advantage!?" Charlize shouted. "Get over here!!" she growled, pointing to the mat in front of her. Elisha's ego made her step forward while Kristin, apparently not yet brow-beaten enough to make a charge hung back as Elisha looked up to tie-up with Charlize. The tall South African simply grabbed Elisha's wrist and pulled her forward, right into a side headlock; grinding her head in the crook of her lengthy wingspan.

"AHHHH, KRISTIN," Elisha yelped, her head and neck being wrenched.

"Yeah, Kristin!" Charlize spat, looking down the nine or ten inches that separated their eye level, "DO something." But Kristin was frozen; her almond eyes wide; how did she tackle all of that size and strength, not to mention experience.

"KILL HER!!" screamed Shannen from behind, the noise making Kristin jump. The tiny Canadian turned. "If you don't hit her with SOMEthing," Shannen continued, softly, but menacingly, "I'll kick your ass myself."

Kristin wheeled and charged at Charlize, but during the conversation between captain and buck private, Theron had scooped Elisha off her feet with ease. Now, instead of slamming the little blonde to the mat, she tossed her at the onrushing Kristin, knocking the air out of both girls and leaving them flat on their backs, Elisha atop her partner. Natalie and Lindsay, who had been cheering their fellow tiny tots on, were silenced. Maybe this wasn't just a matter of when, but if.

Charlize strode to the groaning pile beneath her. "This," she pointed to Elisha and Kristin, "is why little kitties don't shit in the big girls sandbox." She kicked Elisha off of Kristen to play with the little brunette some more. She grabbed Kristin by her hair, Kreuk already pleading as she's pulled to her feet. Kristin threw a punch to Charlize's flank that barely brought an acknowledgment. "Was that the little pitter-patter of a fucking mouse?" If this was the best these Munchkins could muster, maybe this deal wasn't so bad after all, Charlize thought as she pulled the exotic little ingénue close; Kristin whimpering, her face pressed between the blondes perky breasts.

"Pleeease, don't..."

"Don't what?" Charlize grunted as she dipped, wrapping her arms around Kristin's slender waist and lifted Kreuk off the canvas with ease and squeezed the tawny tummy. Kreuk gasped for air, hands flying to her hair as her face twisted in pain, her head falling away from Charlize's embrace until a snap of Theron's power brought Kristin back to her. The brunette's head lolled on Charlize's shoulder as she ratcheted up the pressure. All she need do was force Kristin to quit and the first fall was hers. Unfortunately, the midget and her spine were proving a tough nut to crack. Charlize shook Kristin back and forth like a rag doll in her clutches, Kreuk mewling, tears escaping her clouded cat's eyes. "I can make it stop. All you have to do is say the word."

But as Charlize continued on the journey toward wringing a submission from the overwhelmed Kristin, Elisha crawled toward her and, while still on her knees, wrapped her arms around one long, lean, sensuous leg. Charlize, distracted, looked down at Elisha with disdain and tried to shake Elisha off. But while the blonde was little more than a diversion, she stubbornly wouldn't let go. Peeved at both Kristin's unexpected stubbornness and Elisha's efforts, the Golden Girl threw Kristin aside, Kreuk landing with a pitiful squeak. Blankly staring at the arena lights above, she sucked in some deep breaths, ribs smarting with every wheezing inhale.

Having tossed Kristin away like a bag of dirty laundry, Charlize peeled Elisha off her leg, the grasp not given up easily. She landed a knee to Elisha's cheek that sent the blonde Canadian cutie to her back with an anguished cry. Charlize again looked down upon the languishing bite-size battlers. She had worked up a thin sheen of sweat over her lanky, tanned frame, but really hadn't been tested, and couldn't understand the strategy behind throwing veritable rookies at her when she was fresh. It was risky - to say the least - as the lithe, but bruised bodies at her feet illustrated; but if Shannen wanted to give her the first fall, she'd be stupid to refuse. She moved to Elisha while the tottering Kristin crawled toward the Munchkin corner and reached out for relief and replacement to Shannen, who refused her pleading eyes and outstretched hand.

"You don't deserve out!" Shannen scolded threateningly, pointing Kristin back to the action, but Natalie reached out a hand nervously and tickled Kristin's fingers. Kreuk sighed and smiled 'thanks' before dropping and rolling out under the bottom rope. As Natalie climbed in as reinforcements, Charlize pulled Elisha to her feet and was hoisting the doubled over Elisha up on her tiptoes with a series of uppercuts to her belly; Elisha grunting with each impact, then sobbing and coughing between them.

"I think you're ready to go creampuff; what do you think?" Charlize asked. Apparently, Elisha didn't have an opinion - at least one she was willing (or able) to offer, so Theron yanked her sagging head between her thighs and surrounded her taut midsection with a hug. Showing strength the Munchkins could only dream of, Charlize pulled Elisha's body up, flipping her into powerbomb position as she did so. At the zenith of the move, she jackknifed Elisha's body then sent her hurtling to the mat with a booming 'TH-WOMP', the blonde bouncing off the mat an inch before coming to rest in an semi-conscious spread-eagle.

Charlize stared down for a moment at victory, but the flash of veteran Rose's hands quickly and cleverly pulled it from her - not with an attack but when the raven-haired temptress reached up under the bottom cable and grabbed Elisha's ankle. With a heave and a ho, Rose dragged Elisha's carcass out of range, letting it fall to the cement floor with a meaty 'THWAP'! Charlize stared longingly at the win that had been stolen, realizing her task was going to be much harder. The understanding became even more pointed when Natalie leaped on her back, her legs wrapped around Charlize's midsection; her right arm looped around Theron's swan-like throat, constricting it.

The brainy brunette was in perfect position to choke out her powerful foe. Charlize flailed for a moment, an air of uncertainty sneaking into both the crowd and the eyes of Theron. The Golden Girl gagged, tongue poking out between her ruby lips as Natalie hung on for dear life. Within a few ticks, Charlize managed a handhold in Natalie's hair and within a few more, Charlize was able to flip Natalie off over the top, Portman bouncing roughly on her back and sliding to a stop a few feet away. Displeased by the Munchkins first effective offensive of the night, Charlize put the foot to Natalie, stomping on anything available - butt, bosom, head - Natalie forced to curl into a fetal ball for protection.

The relief corps was necessary, and with Elisha out of the ring, it was available in the form of Michelle Williams. The elfin blonde, already a long-time vet at 24 and respected if not feared among her own Lilliputian kind, raced at Charlize from behind, ready to make the biggest impression so far. Unfortunately for Michelle, Charlize's internal alarm went off. Realizing that someone else had to be coming with Elisha's departure and sensing the diminutive, buxom blonde's footfalls, the towering beauty turned to Michelle in the nick of time, gripping Michelle around the throat with an extended hand.

Now, it was Charlize's turn to squeeze the windpipe of a Munchkin and Michelle's arms flailed as Charlize throttled her with uncontrolled glee until her hazel eyes bulging. Effortlessly, Charlize scooped her up into mid-air, right hand still strangling Michelle, left hand helping lift with a grip in her right armpit. Holding her high, Michelle's apple cheeks turning red, her head pathetically shaking out a 'no', the Golden Gladiator pivoted into a monster chokeslam.

'WHAAAM' Poor Michelle looked like she'd been run over by a truck, wholly incapacitated, eyes glassy, left leg twitching, one arm outstretched, the other draped lifelessly across her body. This was it! Charlize slid atop Michelle and pinned her schoolgirl-style, knees pinning Michelle's arms to the mat, her butt planted firmly amidst the cushion of Michelle's breasts as Nicollette Sheridan moved in to begin the count.

One...

"You fucking whore," Shannen screamed - not at Charlize, but at her 'teammate' Michelle.

Two...

"I'll kill you..." Michelle heard the 'encouragement', but couldn't get her body to move, let alone budge the golden-haired Amazon atop her.

Thr...

Luckily, Natalie could and did make the save with a diving tackle that sent both she and Charlize rolling off poor devastated Michelle. When they came to rest, Natalie found herself on top and hurriedly whipped a right cross that torqued Charlize's head to the side with surprising force. She sent another crashing into Theron's sculpted cheekbones and a third! The crowd was on their feet screaming as Natalie who had the much bigger Charlize on the defensive; the South African raising her hands to protect her precious face only to have Natalie smash her modest tits flat with two tenderizing blows!

Michelle was finally clearing cobwebs, able to sit up and hear Shannen bitching her out instead of the screeching ring in her ears. "You stupid, worthless cunt!" Shannen wailed. "Get out before you get your ass kicked again." She got to her knees, flipped off her 'team leader' then fell back on her side. The chokeslam had left her a wreck!

On the other side of the mat, Natalie's brief success was coming to an end with Charlize blocking more of her blows and finally throwing her off with a violent shove. Still, Nat hopped to her feet while Theron could only manage to crawl to the ropes, propping herself on the bottom cable. Natalie needed back-up to finish things fast and she knew it! Glancing at Michelle, she saw the blonde in her current state wasn't the answer.

She pushed Michelle to a seated position, "Come on! Get up; I need someone."

"I'm someone," Michelle mumbled, her speech slurred.

"SOMEONE ELSE!!" Natalie growled, getting Michelle onto unsteady feet, then shoved her toward the Munchkin corner. She made it halfway before tumbling to the canvas. Satisfied, she'd make it the final steps, Natalie turned her attention - and her body - back to Charlize….to be met with a curled clothesline that nearly decapitated the petite brunette, spinning the brainy beauty like a Wheel of Fortune.

Charlize, clearly upset at Natalie's small success, grabbed her short, slender, ivory legs and pulled them wide, muttering to no one in particular, "Bitch thinks she's a big girl."

"No, no," Portman plead, holding up her hands. "I don't…please…."

Her appeal fell on the deaf ears of this cunt-busting judge Charlize, who again used her long, lethal legs as a weapon as she dropped her knee into the patch of baby blue cloth covering Natalie's sweetmeat. Natalie's squeal echoed through the room, the audience and even several of Natalie's fellow Munchkins 'ooohing' in unison as the joint hit home, Charlize adding to the agony by grinding her kneecap on the pulverized pussy.

Natalie's pitiful wail gave Michelle her second wind and she managed to rise and stumble to her corner where a perturbed Rose bitch-slapped her, knocking Michelle to the mat and tagging herself in at the same time! Shannen grinned as Rose climbed through the ropes, seized Michelle's tousled blonde locks from under the bottom set of cables and dragged her out of the ring. "You...bitch, are gonna feel soooo much worse!" Shannen hissed, kicking a fallen Michelle in the chest. The thin sheath of silver latex across her breasts provided no protection as Shannen's heel drove deep into the supple tissue as Michelle sprawled moaning on the cold cement.

But with Shannen ready to pounce, Lindsay grabbed Shannen's shoulder from behind, spinning her around, "Look, you old skank. What we did to you. What we might do again. That was business; not personal." She added as she pushed Shannen back to the ringpost away from the incoherent Michelle.

Shannen threw up her hands, palms out. "OK! OK!" she said softly. "But if you think it's not personal when someone rides my face and marks me, then serves me up to Paris Hilton…" Shannen's voice turned from cool to seething, "PARIS HILTON! Well, then some of that silicone has leaked into your brain." The stare-down ended when Lindsay tended to her friend and Shannen hopped up on the apron.

While the inter-peewee squabbling ran its course on the outside, in the ring, Charlize had risen and berated a sobbing Natalie, the brunette's hands under her bikini bottom, massaging away in the warm stickiness. Instead of rushing Charlize the way 'Baby Bull' Michelle had, Rose eased toward her silently under the cover of Charlize's emotional outburst. The well-endowed Rose dropped to a knee behind the blustering Theron, curling her fist as she did, and then rammed an uppercut straight into the Golden Girl's pussy. The big blonde's tirade ended abruptly as her eyes crossed and her mouth forming a silent 'o' as she dropped to her knees, then timbering forward across Natalie's lightly tanned midsection; effectively driving the air from the disabled Natalie and even getting a 'ONE' count from alert ref Nicollette.

But the serendipitous pin attempt was short-lived, as Rose pulled Natalie out from underneath the pain-frozen Charlize. Tossing Natalie aside, Rose snatched Charlize's ankles and lifted, until only the arms, shoulders, and head of the face-down South African remained on the canvas. From there, she stepped forward between the long gams and punted Charlize in the privates; the sickening 'THWAP' prefacing Theron's howl by a split-second. Charlize curled into a protective shell, chirping and hyperventilating as shockwaves of pain coursed through every inch of her long, lean frame.

"Couple a kicks in the cunt and everybody's the same size, eh Charlie!" Rose offered with a chuckle.

Charlize delicately kneaded her crotch, ass slightly raised. Rose, circling like a jackal around a wounded lioness. She stopped and kicked Charlize over onto her back, then straddled the hunter-turned-hunted and dropped her tight, pale ass on the tawny expanse of Charlize's midriff, causing her body to jackknife before slowly receding back to the mat, groaning.

Rose inched forward so she could look directly into the eyes of Charlize, half-lidded in pain, "You don't look so fucking tough. Just another girl underneath me, with an extra inch here, an extra inch there, and several inches less where it counts!" If she hadn't made herself clear, Rose grabbed Charlize's golden top and wrenched it off, exposing her modest, but none-the-less striking rack. Rose traced circles with her index fingers around Charlize's nipples bringing both they and the blonde to full attention; the flash of pleasure topside dueling with the ripples of pain from her groin. The Golden Girl's eyelids flutter shut, as she finds it hard to resist the 'relief' Rose has bestowed upon her. She bites her tongue as the pale beauty lowered her lips to the fleshy nubs and gave each a kiss en Francaise.

"I knoohhh…whaat you're doooo…..ing," Charlize sighed between purrs.

"Do you?" Rose leered, the tip of her tongue flicking Charlize's left nipple like a lollipop.

"Mmmhmmmmmmmffff."

Rose giggled as she watched Charlize trying in vain to control her arousal.

"It's always...mmm... better...nngh...to do THIS," Charlize grunted, pulling her hand from her own crotch, she drove it into Rose's with far less delicacy; her talons digging into the swatch of black fabric between Rose's legs and finding the ultra-sensitive, tender tissue beneath.

"B-I-I-I-TCH!" Rose cried, rising to her knees and pulling at the wrist attached to the offending digits which, unfortunately, were clamped on like a pit bull with a soup bone. "STAHHHP. SOMEBODY."

"What?" Charlize gasped between labored breaths. "You don't like someone rooting around down in YOUR cellar?"

Reese, who had been giving Rose the courtesy of finishing Charlize - in more ways than one - quickly answered the call and before Rose could respond to Charlize's rhetorical question, she dropped her knee on the temple of the Oscar winning blonde. The blow made Charlize's hand to jerk back from the tenderized crossroads of Rose's thighs - although in her reaction Charlize's clenched hand took a trophy in the form of Rose's g-string back with it!

The raven-haired temptress cursed - not at being stripped but at the five, bright red welts left behind on her shaven pussy! Rose rolled off and got up grimacing with every move of either leg. Still, she accepted more pain from her undercarriage in order to stomp Charlize in the belly, then breasts, then finally her head.

Sliding down to the mat north of Charlize's head, Reese opened her short, but taut legs and, with Rose's assistance, rolled Charlize's body over onto her chest. She elevated Theron's head with a handful of flaxen hair and yanked Charlize's gorgeous face into her, nestling the Golden Girl's chin on her mound then closing the trap as she cinched in a reverse Figure-4 head scissors! She looked nervously up from Reese's crotch at the blonde's angelic, grinning countenance, her arms pushing weakly at the abbreviated, but surprisingly strong legs which weren't budging as the pressure in her head quickly built. Charlize was in trouble!! Damn Munchkins had moved in on her not like a tidal wave, but a soft steady rain slowly eroding her energy and breaking down her body. As Rose straddled her hamstrings and pumped piston-like blows down onto her kidneys, Charlize - through the pain - realized her predicament; she was the Amazon jungle cat, nicked and bleeding in a pool full of piranha!

Outside the ring and up on the apron, Shannen, realizing her team's position of strength, screamed at Rose to tag her in, while Lindsay, the other Munchkin yet to see action, took a softer pleading approach. Rose ignored both women, continuing to take pleasure in battering and bruising Theron's flanks and beating the bongos on her hind end, Charlize's rump turning rosy. However, Shannen, her notoriously short fuse reaching its end, didn't ignore Lindsay's efforts and she leapt at the freckle-faced teen dream, tackling her off the apron, both women falling to the floor. Landing on top of a stunned Lindsay, she set to the task of pummeling the redhead's impressive mammaries, sending combination after combination into the jugs, mugging them mercilessly as Lindsay swats feebly in protection of her most-prized assets. Turning balled fist into a claw, Shannen dug her nails into the ample flesh. Lindsay sobbed and pleaded with Shannen to stop.

"JUST BUSINESS! JUST BUSINESS!!" Shannen shouted.

A shell-shocked Michelle, who had been moved to the rear guard with a still somewhat loopy pair of Canadians moved in to help Lindsay. She managed to pull Shannen's hands free of Lindsay's freckled bounty. Shannen leapt to her feet, and breaking an arm free from Michelle's grasp, drove her right fist into the pit of Michelle's belly, using the blonde's button as her target. Michelle doubled over, coughing and sputtering, as Shannen entwined her fingers in Lindsay's long red mane and yanked the 'It Girl' to her feet. She then grabbed Michelle's golden locks with her free hand.

"Michelle meet Lindsay; Lindsay, Michelle!" Shannen growled as she smashed the noggins of her fellow runts together with vicious force. CLONK! The heads of Michelle and Lindsay whiplash after impact, their bodies wavering in slow motion for a moment before each fell forward into the other. Shoulder collecting shoulder, they spun slowly to the cement both unconscious. She stood, teeth bared, over two women who had violated her, and worse, given her to Paris as a present. "I believe you two ordered a couple of crotch claws." But as she descended upon them, Natalie and Elisha grabbed her elbows from behind and dragged her back to the corner.

After a short scuffle, Shannen accepted that now would not be the time and turned her attention back to the ring, as Kristin worked to revive Lindsay and Michelle with soft words and slaps to their cheeks. Inside the squared circle, seconds of control had turned to minutes, Reese continuing to pour on the pressure with her scissors. Charlize had become slack-jawed, her eyes rolling white, chin resting atop Reese's pelvis, Rose straddling her back and keeping her long lethal limbs under control. At this point, there was only the occasional twitch, her squirming and slapping ceding to semi-consciousness.

With a nod from the confident Reese, Rose stood up and collected Charlize's discarded top, using it to bind her hands behind her back, then with a sly grin she remounted Theron and slipped her index fingers under both sides of Charlize's golden g-string. Slowly peeling it down over her hips, Rose left it around the big blonde's knees as she dismounted, then whisked away the last visages of Charlize's clothing with a flourish; tucking the trophy in the string a her hip.

Up at the bow of Good Ship Charlize, Reese saw a line of spittle drop from the corner of Theron's lips onto the crotch of her sweat-soaked bikini. 'Good enough,' Reese thought, disengaging her scissors and slipping out from beneath the sleeping beauty. With Shannen watching green with envy, the veteran duo rolled Charlize to her back where Reese snaked a leg underneath to swallow up Charlize's midsection in a gentle body scissors. But instead of crushing the blonde's abs, Reese, rotated toward the Golden Girl's lower body and attended to Theron's steaming pussy, alternately rubbing and pinching until her beautiful blonde victim awoke with a throaty gasp and sighs of delight.

Reese knew she owned Charlize now and the exhausted South African realized it as well as her hips involuntarily thrust in conjunction with the first penetration of Reese's digits; one, two, three fingers sliding between her labia to tease the sticky-sugar walls beneath.

"Ungghhmmm. Ahhhuuuhh." Charlize moaned, making Reese grin at the ease with which she found she could control of the over-sexed superstar, her fingers delving deep, exploring the box that had earlier been so viciously battered. "I'll ki… kii… kii…" Charlize stammered, her eyelids fluttering as she bit her lip, her mind unable to form a coherent thought as Reese, interrupting not with words but with action that was worth plenty more than a thousand. Charlize could feel herself giving way from within, her threats morphed to panting appeals. "Nuuhhh, you can't. We stiiill have two falls ta guhhhh."

Rose laughed, standing above the shiny, sweat-drenched face of Reese's plaything, "You must have some ego to think you can last two more falls with us. I LOVE it!."

Reese increased the pressure of her scissors slightly and sped up the rhythm of her invading fingers. Charlize's body shuddered, her will dripping out of her body like the sweat from every pore. It was hell, but it was heaven. Breathy groans of ecstasy escaped from her quivering lips. "UUHHHH. MMMPPHH. GUUUHHAHHHHH." Finally, Charlize couldn't contain herself any longer and the dam burst; the sweet honey spilling out onto Reese's slightly cupped palm, streaming between her fingers, staining the mat with her liquid capitulation.

Every muscle of Charlize's body tensed and strained, then released; her torso, limbs and neck all going limp. She was a shell, a defenseless husk. Tears welled in the towering blonde, while the miniaturized version relished in her total control of the body of a legend. Reese had not only commanded the body of this renowned fighter, but she'd practically guaranteed the next fall would be a cakewalk. A slap on her shoulder turned Reese's beaming face to her partner in crime, Rose, who was kneeling in a reverse straddle over Charlize's flawless features, her already moist pussy just inches above the weakly shaking head.

"Damn. You can put on a show," Rose told Reese. Then looking down at the flushed face peering up between her legs she added, "Both of you!" Rose's perfect pearly whites separated, grinning with blood-red lips purred, "But you know, I have to have the grand finale."

Charlize's lips parted to offer a fleeting 'Noooo', but her lips were softly silenced by a wet sloppy kiss from the lips between Rose's thighs as she nestled down atop her golden throne. The ivory-skinned warrior played with Theron's tits drawing suckling slurps from Charlize that were clearly drawing Rose's fancy, her lids clenching shut as Charlize's efforts to find air stoked her engine. The Golden Girl's nose wedged delightfully into the cleavage of her ass crack, Theron's eyes wide with the knowledge that she was through.

Feeling the rapturous ins-n-outs and ups-n-downs of Charlize's face, Rose set her loins aflame with a slide of her greased pussy across Theron's striking features; the tip of the once proud fighters nose pushing inside then catching in the front of Rose's slit. Theron's pleading eyes go under, as the pale, porcelain glutes of Rose move back in a sweeping motion, the windows to the soul returning to view as Rose thrust forward, only now, with upturned irises, lids drooping. Rose ground against the reddening features of the somnolent Charlize, quickly, slowly, quickly.

"Mmmmuuhhhnnnuuhh..."

She increased the pace and the violence with which she humped brow, nose, cheekbone, lips, any hill, any valley. The Munchkins in the corner, those still well enough, watched with bitten lips and trembling fingers as Rose held on, not wanting her 'victory ride' to end but, like Charlize, Rose was only human and with a loud yelp and a shuddering whimper...she came in an explosion; spilling her liquid love honey out over Charlize's face, coating it in a sticky glaze as Rose toppled forward in exhaustion and ecstasy until her head rested on Reese's hip.

Reese, having pulled out of Charlize, disengaged her scissors and slid from beneath her, moving into a reverse straddle on Charlize's waist. With Rose now leaning against her back, the Munchkin appearing like a couple on a bicycle built for two. Grabbing Charlize's gorgeous gams, Reese matchbooked them under her armpits raising Theron's hips until her blossoming flower dribbled her dew down her pelvis where it collected in her navel before overflowing and running on down to soak into the tiny swatch of cloth over Reese's throbbing cunny.

Rose delicately kissed the nape of Reese's neck, then motioned to 'Desperate Housewife' referee Nicollette who'd been enjoying the entire affair from a front row seat. The tawny blonde slid next to the delectable threesome and instead of counting, raised Charlize's right arm once, twice, three times; each time letting the dead weight drop pathetically to the mat; its owner banished to dreamland in nightmarish fashion.

Nicollette jumped to her feet waving and the bell rang, the PA bursting to life, "The winners of the first fall, THE MUUNNNCHKIIINS!" As Reese and Rose helped each other to their feet; Charlize's pussy juice dripping from Reese's hand and Rose's running down the insides of her thighs, Nicollette added a PS to the announcement, "Ten minutes recovery time. TEN MINUTES."

CONTINUE TO THE SECOND FALL

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