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Put Up or Shut Up Club #11: Charlize Theron vs. Natasha Henstridge by Blizzard

Without a doubt the Put Up Or Shut Club was going to be a madhouse before this evening's festivities ended. Two big women were scheduled to meet on the mat shortly, and when Natasha and Charlize got rolling, the walls were sure to quake. Most nights the party started early in the club lounge and tonight was no different. Bruce Willis watched the noisy proceedings at a corner table with amusement as he tended bar. Mitzi Kapture and Jamie Luner were rippin' it up tonight but his attention was diverted when the door opened and in strolled Ben Affleck with Jennifer Lopez. They headed straight for him as he held out his arms in mock praise.

"The king and queen of modern love have arrived!" he joked. "I feel I should bow or somethin'!"

"Try 'something'...like getting us a drink," growled Ben with a wink as he hefted J-Lo onto a bar stool.

As Bruce poured them their preferred libation, he glanced back to the corner table as Mitzi and Jamie erupted in inebriated laughter. He slid their drinks across the bar and relaxed on the top in front of Jen. "I was surprised you missed Beckinsale-Paltrow," he said and J-Lo's eyes narrowed as she glared at him.

"We were...busy... that night," replied Ben quickly, attempting to diffuse any hostility since Bruce knew very well he and Gwyneth had been an item in the not-too-distant past and that J-Lo didn't allow her man around ANY ex-lovers...period! J-Lo turned around to glower at the corner table when Mitzi and Jamie started in giggling again.

"Hey, that's that 'Silk Stalkings' girl!" J-Lo exclaimed. "I really dug that show. I'm going to introduce myself. Be right back baby... so you behave," she said with a stern look and no trace of a joking grin.

"Be careful!" called Bruce as J-Lo headed in their direction. "It's Mitzi's birthday. She and Jamie are redefining 'celebration'!"

He looked back at Ben as he dried a glass and asked, "You two here for Charlize... or Natasha?"

"Can't decide," answered Ben who was known to be quite the cognicenti when it came to beautiful blondes.

Bruce held up the glass as if inspecting it in the light as a subtle grin teased the corners of his mouth, "Care to make little wager this evening, Mr. Affleck?"

"Nah...I don't think so," replied Ben with a chuckle.

Bruce delicately rubbed a spot on the glass with a towel, then shifted his gaze to Ben. "Is it that you CAN'T pick a favorite?" he asked. "Or...have you blown your entire stash on that little firecracker over there?!"

Ben grinned as he tipped his glass and took a drink, "Almost!" Then he said with a roll of his eyes, "You know I worked with both but I spent a lot more time with Charlize. Don't know an awful lot about Natasha but you worked with several times...what's your impression?"

"She's bad," responded the smiling Bruce. "And I mean B-A-D! Right now Charlize is riding high after beating Virginia Hey, but I think she's about to hit a brick wall."

"Really?" questioned Ben.

"Take it to the bank, amigo," declared Bruce with a nod of certainty.

"You ever been wrong?" asked Ben.

"Of course!" exclaimed Bruce. "But not often and rarely about women."

More commotion erupted in the corner and both men turned their attention to the threesome. All three ladies were up dancing together, singing along to Nelly Furtado's 'I'm Like A Bird' on the club sound system. Mitzi and Jamie were tanked.

"Looks like I better call Rob Estes," said Bruce. "So he can haul those party girls home safe and sound."

"What do you think his wife will say?" asked Ben.

"If he's lucky she'll say...'Bring 'em back to our place, honey!'!" replied the wide-eyed bartender.

Suddenly, the front door flew open and Natasha Henstridge swaggered in rolling her shoulders and swaggering like a sailor on shore leave.

"Ladies and gents, the Champ is in da house!" announced Bruce as he thrust his arms in the air.

Natasha smiled and approached the two men at the bar. She leaned against Ben as she leaned across the bar to kiss Bruce. Ben eased out of his stool to give the tall blonde room...as he nervously looked over at J-Lo. The song had ended and the three women had quieted down somewhat and were busy conversing. Bruce wished Natasha luck and as she straightened back up her left hand slipped behind Ben and suddenly gave his ass a squeeze. He tensed up nervously and looked at her in surprise.

"And where's your little woman tonight handsome?" purred Natasha with a mischievous leer.

"Ahhh...actually doll, she's coming up behind you...fast!" warned Bruce.

"Oops! Gotta run!" giggled the blonde as she beat feet toward her dressing room.

J-Lo reached Ben and glared at him, obviously upset; growling, "Did I just see that bitch grab your ass?"

She shifted her icy gaze toward Natasha who paused at the entrance of the hall leading to the dressing rooms. The tall blonde winked at J-Lo, then pursed her lips in a contemptuous mock kiss.

"Did you just grab his ass, bitch?" yelled J-Lo.

A wicked grin appeared upon Natasha's face, "You jealous, wide load...oops, I mean J-Lo! If you want me to grab yours I'm gonna need a grain scoop." With that, she ducked through the doorway leaving J-Lo red-faced and fuming.

"SLUT!" screamed the dark-maned diva at her retreating rival.

"Relax honey," said Ben uncomfortably. "She's just playing. She practically swallowed Bruce's face a minute ago!"

Bruce wore a shit-eating grin as he smacked his lips and purred, "Mmmmmm...I love this goddam job."

"Well I hope Theron kicks the shit out of that cunt!" growled J-Lo.

Bruce cocked his head slightly with interest. "Care to make a wager on that, Jen?"

Ben snaked his arm around her waist and hustled her away from the bar and toward the Battle Room, telling Bruce over his shoulder, "Not tonight! And it looks like we're rooting for Charlize!"

Bruce sighed as he watched the couple disappear from sight. He couldn't get anyone to make a wager on the fight. He glanced over toward the corner table where the birthday girl rose swaying and headed across the floor toward him. "Nah!" he thought. "That'd be like taking candy from a baby!" As the drunken Mitzi continued her zigzag course toward the bar, Rosanna Arquette entered the lounge and Bruce's eyes lit up when he saw the busty actress heading straight for the Battle Room.

"Rosanna! Rosanna!" he crooned. "Never thought losin' you would ever hurt so BAD!"

Rosanna flashed a smile without breaking stride. "I'll be back for you in a minute, tough guy!" she joked. "And have a drink waiting for me...or else!"

Mitzi crash landed against the bar and leaned into it heavily as she blew a drooping strand of hair out of her face and gazed at Bruce. "You know her?" she asked.

"Pulp Fiction, baby!!!" exclaimed Bruce.

Mitzi hiccuped loudly and blew at her drooping hair strand again before she murmured, "Oh...I don't read much."

"You don't say!!!" exclaimed Bruce facetiously; it was obvious the poor thing was hammered.

"I've been thinking, Brucie," said Mitzi with a mild slur. "Me an' my pal Jamie had a teenie weenie too much to drive."

"Just a smidgen!" joked Bruce as he held up his thumb and index finger barely spread apart. "Want me to call someone? Maybe your husband?"

"Nah...he's gonna be pissed. Already is," she complained.

"How 'bout Rob? Would you like Mr. Estes to come down and rescue you?" he bantered.

"You're a sweetie!" gushed Mitzi as she grabbed his shoulders and laid a wet kiss on his lips. "Call Robbie...and we'll take another round while we're waitin'!"

Bruce grabbed the phone and brought up Estes' phone number on the computer. "What wicked lives we all lead, huh doll?!"

"It's tragic..," moaned Mitzi drunkenly twitching as another hiccup escaped.

Bruce was just hanging up after informing Estes of the tragic situation, when Charlize and galpals Christina Ricci and Courtney Love made their appearance. Bruce wished Charlize luck and she responded with a smile and a clenched fist. Her tight ass was absolute poetry in motion and Bruce couldn't take his eyes off it as Charlize disappeared into the hall to her dressing room. Jamie shuffled up to the bar just as Charlize went out of sight.

"That's a tall, tasty drink of water there, ain't it Bruce? God she's beautiful," she purred, licking her lips lasciviously.

Bruce grinned at her and winked, "And I hear Natasha's parched...verrrry thirsty," he said.

"Me too!" piped up the giddy Mitzi. "Where the hell's my drinkie?"

Inside the Battle Room the ample crowd was getting impatient. The place was abuzz with excited conversations anticipating a spectacular match. Ben and J-Lo were already in their seats beside Nicholson when Rosanna slid into the last vacant seat.

"Looks like I got the best of both worlds sitting with me tonight," beamed Jack as he gazed at J-Lo and then at Rosanna.

"You mean young and old?" scoffed J-Lo, still pissed at Natasha's advance on her man.

Rosanna cackled with laughter, "Fuck you honey! He means tits and ass!" as she shook her bodacious tits at Jack who grinned and J-Lo who scowled.

"Easy ladies...why don't you kiss and make up while I call out the fightin' girls. The natives are getting a tad restless," observed Jack as he stood up and took a sip of his scotch before heading out onto the mat. "Two women enter...one woman leaves!" he roared as he bounced up and down on the balls of his feet and the capacity crowd went crazy with raucous cheers and barbarian screams. "Well, not really, you fucking bloodthirsty freaks! The other woman gets to leave...eventually!" he quipped. The crowd responded just as he had expected. It was loud and ferocious. This was debauchery at its finest, and Jack flat out loved it.

"The challenger is coming out first, so lets give her a big welcome!" he announced and the throng responded instantly. "At 5'10" tall, this blonde is an eyeful with attitude. Hailing from Canada, more specifically Newfoundland and Alberta, she was a model before landing gigs in films including 'Species' and 'The Whole Nine Yards'. She's currently on NBC's 'She Spies'...and if you haven't seen it yet...get with the program! Here's Natasha Henstridge!"

The spectators welcomed Natasha with a lively round of applause and shouts of encouragement as the lithesome blonde made her way to the mat. Her statuesque frame was sheathed in a matching burgundy nylon bra and string bikini panty with lace accents. Sinewy thighs, broad shoulders, toned arms, flat firm abs, muscular thighs and perfectly proportioned breasts showed this kitty had a body for banging...and fightin', too!

Jack bowed to Natasha as her feet stepped onto the edge of the firm mat. Banging...yeah, that was it. He returned his gaze to the crowd after a quick fantasy snack of Natasha's goods. Now for the other blonde. He was thrilled when after destroying Virginia Hey, Charlize had rewarded him with her own sweaty bikini panty. An unashamed panty hound, Jack told her he'd never forget her generosity and he meant it. Secretly he was pulling for Charlize this evening...although he quickly declined Bruce's invitation to lay down some cash on the outcome. The familiar buzz of electricity he felt surge through his body during the introduction of every match was pushing the top of the meter tonight.

"The woman accepting Natasha's challenge needs no introduction here!" he began excitedly. "She performed flawlessly in her first match here and I guarantee you she's ready to go again. She's 5'9" tall, blonde and beautiful...Charlize Theron!"

Ricci led the cheers as the sultry South African calmly approached the mat acknowledging her supporters. Her outfit for the contest had more than a few tongues lolling as she strode past the crowd. Sheer, form fitting black lace was the flavor of the day, and Jack was practically drooling as he stared at the tiny thong and bra ensemble. Charlize had legs a mile long, and although her breasts were modest compared to Natasha's - and many other Hollywood starlets - they fit her frame perfectly. She was, as Jamie had said earlier, a tall, tasty drink of water! Jack gulped and raised his trembling glass to his lips to empty its contents.

"I'm not afraid to tell ya folks...you won't find two hotter babes on this mat ever!" he praised. "Son of a gun, let's have some fun! Not really any rules to speak of, ladies, so let's settle this shall we?!"

Jack hustled his way back to his seat as the boisterous horde showered the fighters with adulation as they slowly approached one another with fists raised. Their hearts beat a mile a minute as the moment of reckoning neared. It was at this time during every match when courage was displayed. A look of fear or a hint of reluctance could be the kiss of death if your opponent read it in your eyes. Neither woman showed the slightest uncertainty...it was time to perform.

"You're looking a little soft, Char," taunted Natasha as her green eyes remained locked on her opponents eyes. "Damn those true life movie roles, huh? Takes forever to get back in fighting shape, don't it?"

Charlize snapped out a quick jab that grazed Natasha's chin and most definitely caught her attention. "Run your mouth all you want, bitch," she growled. "Let's see who's standing when its over."

Natasha smirked and delivered a jab of her own which Charlize avoided with a head feint. The crowd noise was thunderous as they watched the two fighters exercise their considerable skill. The fans wanted a slugfest; a back alley street brawl reminiscent of the Jaime Pressly-Leah Remini bone crushing battle that had taken place last year. Most were already on the edge of their seats.

"Drop the wench, Charli!" screamed Ricci, supporting her costar over the din.

Clea Duvall, Natasha's castmate on 'Ghosts Of Mars' joined in, "Bag her and tag her, Nat! Her body's got 'finger food' written all over it!"

"I've got your finger food right over here, girlie!" yelled Courtney, grabbing her crotch. "Best marinade you'll ever slurp!"

Clea flipped Courtney the 'bird' and turned her attention back to the mat just as both women pivoted and threw simultaneous jabs that found their mark. Natasha's struck Charlize's chin and wobbled her, but Charlize's punch landed painfully flush to Natasha's nose. She grunted and stutter-stepped back with her eyes watering; giving Charlize the split second advantage she needed!

Theron's one-two left jab/straight right combination popped Natasha's face before her blurred eyesight allowed her to react. She cried out as she was knocked back as the relentless Charlize followed with a savage left hook that cracked Natasha's jaw. The big blondes hands dropped briefly as her knees dipped after the hard blow. A Charlize forearm smash to the tits hit her before she could regain her balance. THUMP BUMP!

Natasha groaned as her tall frame was harshly driven to the mat in a flash and Charlize's fans erupted in cheers as the stunned Canadian lay stretched out on her back quivering in a semi-conscious haze. As swift as a panther, the South African sat down behind Natasha's head, extended her sleek thighs as she lifted Natasha's head by the hair and wrapped her legs around Natasha's neck in a tight scissors. The trapped blonde gurgled as Charlize leaned back on her hands and flexed her quads, Natasha struggling feebly as she was in big trouble early! Charlize persisted with her well-executed scissors; an expression of devious delight on her cherubic face.

Keeping her legs locked securely, Charlize began repetitions of sit-ups while torturing her nemesis. Each time she reached the apex, she nastily pinched the furiously feeble Natasha's nose as she counted the reps aloud. At the count of ten she relaxed and leaned back on her elbows again, squeezing Natasha's neck cruelly in her magnificent thighs. Her fans were eating up the humiliation and their laughter-filled cheers proved it. Just moments into the match, Charlize already had her tall foe locked up and headed for dreamland.

"Do you still think I'm 'soft' little pet?" Charlize teased. "How 'soft' do my legs feel now?"

J-Lo was out of her seat screaming wildly in support for Charlize and once she sat back down, Jack leaned over and asked, "You gotta problem with Natasha, hon?"

"She's the one with a problem," growled the dark maned woman. "She grabbed my man's ass! If Charlize leaves her breathing, her next problem is gonna be me!"

"Oh!" responded Jack, unable to disguise his grin. "I'm sorry to hear that!"

Natasha was faltering fast in Charlize's powerful scissors, but she summoned what strength she had left and tried to bridge out of the hold. She planted her feet flat on the mat with her knees bent and arched her back as she thrust out her hips. Charlize gritted her teeth and persevered, grunting as she tightened her thighs to meet Natasha's challenge.

"You're not going anywhere you outclassed bitch!" hissed the South African goddess.

Natasha's ass slapped back down on the mat and she moaned in disappointment when sheh realized Charlize was right! But then she used her hands to savagely claw at the supple, taut insides of Charlize's tawny thighs. Natasha grimaced as she tried in vain to force the pythons apart to relieve the pressure in her head, knowing if she failed she'd black out and end up decisively conquered at her rival's feet. The blood flow to her brain was already restricted, causing her to become extremely dizzy and light headed.

When Charlize tensed her quadriceps to deliver another shot of unbearable pressure to her opponent, Natasha felt the heat rising from Charlize's crotch against the back of her neck. Without hesitation, Natasha pressed the back of her head down on the moist furnace simmering in Charlize's tiny thong. Fiercely, she rubbed her head back and forth over Charlize's crotch until she heard a tell-tale moan from the dominant blonde's lips.

"Uuummmmnnnnn!" gasped Charlize in surprise and she shivered as her trapped opponent's manipulations stimulated her love button; sending a jolt of arousal coursing through her tensed body. She gasped again before her face hardened as she grabbed Natasha's nose to deter the woman's devious strategy, pinching it nastily. But despite shrieking in pain, she continued to grind her head back on Charlize's pubic mound. It was obvious what Natasha was up to, and as much as Charlize would have liked to ignore the erotic counterattack, the stimulation she was feeling was overcoming her will to stop it. She slapped at Natasha's face one last time, then gasped and groaned sharply as a tremble of rapture shook her straining body. Unable to hold the scissors against her ever increasing arousal, Charlize's thighs relaxed with a quiver and Natasha's massaging skull gained its freedom.

The Canadian sat up the instant she felt Charlize's hold ease and she scrambled away on hands and knees, still dizzy from the scissors hold that had nearly overpowered her. The audience hooted and whistled in appreciation for Natasha's sneaky escape as she rested on one knee while rotating and massaging her sweaty neck. She looked at Charlize's flushed face which was a cute rosy hue, not from exertion but from arousal! The South African picked at her thong and ran her fingers over her pussy briefly before slowly rising to her feet.

"I knew a move like that would work on a slut like you," scoffed Natasha as she stood up. "The girls at the Pornstar Club tell me you're the easiest mark there - quite a compliment coming from them!!"

Charlize snarled as she retook her fighters stance and slowly moved forward. Fevered shouts from the spectators spurred the fighters on, bringing the two women menacingly within striking distance of one another. Natasha pumped a jab at Charlize but a flick of the South African's forearm deflected it and Charlize launched into Natasha with her teeth bared and her fingernails slashing; one hand in Natasha's mane and the other one clawing deep red furrows in the Canadian's cheek. Natasha cried in agony as they shuffled across the mat, Charlize yanking hair sadistically and Natasha fighting back against her. With her hair being ripped from her scalp, Natasha showed her grit as she pounded her fists over and over into Charlize's ribs like a woman possessed. Numerous hard hooks found their target and traumatized the yelping Charlize; forcing her to release Natasha's hair to protect her sides.

Once Natasha's head was free, she snarled and increased the ferocity of her attack with two wicked belly shots that folded the overwhelmed Charlize at the waist with a desperate groan of agony. Quickly, Charlize was jerked back upright with fistful of her hair right into the path of Natasha's straight right hand already on its way to her chin. It hit with a jarring THWACK and Charlize pitched over backward like a tree after the felling back cut. Her sweaty body slapped the mat loudly and bounced heavily, the impact shaking her diminutive breasts in the sheer black lace bra as she came to rest with her limbs splayed out. The screaming from the crowd drowned out the feeble moans from between swollen lips as she lay at Natasha's feet just barely conscious.

"BANG!" shouted Bruce from the bar as he watched the action on the wall mounted plasma screen. "Poor Char's gonna be in the dentists chair in the morning!"

"Like what you see, tough guy?!" asked Rosanna as she sneaked up to the bar as Bruce's back was turned to watch the fight.

He whirled around and gave the sultry woman's body the once-over, "Goddamn right I do, sugar! And the fight ain't bad either!"

"You're such a horn-dog," scolded Rosanna playfully as she leaned over the bar. "Gimme another drink or else I'll climb over this bar top and mount you!"

"Bars closed, babe. Get your pretty little ass over here," teased Bruce as he grabbed a clean glass for her.

"Don't tempt me," purred Rosanna lewdly.

Back on the mat Natasha was now firmly ensconced in the drivers seat. Her straight right had left Charlize fading in and out of consciousness as she lay at Natasha's feet spread-eagled like a sacrificial lamb on the altar. Natasha sat beside Charlize and calmly lifted the groggy blonde's head so she could slide a leg under it. She dropped Charlize's head and laid her other leg over her throat, then hooked her ankles to secured a snug scissors. Instinctively, Charlize hands fluttered and struggled to grasp Natasha's flexed quads and a strained gasp escaped her lips. Natasha propped herself up on her left elbow and snickered at the trapped blonde while she playfully tugged Charlize's mane. Charlize grunted, showing signs of revival as her legs began to kick and sweep across the mat in protest. She dug her fingernails into Natasha's taut thigh, then pinched and scratched at it angrily and the sudden pain elicited a sharp cry from Natasha, forcing her to change her plans.

"OWWWW! That's enough of THAT you filthy cunt!" Natasha shrieked as she sat up and pumped her right fist down into Charlize's forehead several times, each answered by a grunt from the anguished blonde.

Despite the jolting blows Charlize refused to stop her thigh shredding, continuing to carve her nails into Natasha's gams. Natasha's underhanded whack to Charlize's ribs rattled the blonde and stopped her briefly, but she stubbornly resumed and her nails stayed dug in. Natasha knew her scissors hold could eventually send Charlize to the land of nod, but not before her thighs were hamburger so with a curse, she opened her legs, pulled them away from Charlize's talons, rolled over and scrambled to her feet.

Charlize was short of breath and took a bit longer; she was just sitting up when Natasha delivered a crushing leg drop that flattened her. Charlize's fans' groans of dismay rang out in unison with her own cry as she reeled from the powerful blow that pancaked her breasts. Natasha remained seated with her leg draped across Charlize's chest, then savagely raised her leg and smashed Charlize's tits again; further agonizing the gasping blonde. In a flash Natasha was on her knees and spinning around behind the suffering Charlize whom she yanked into a seated position. Before Charlize could even react, Natasha had the battered blonde's bra off and the small lace cups had hardly fluttered to the mat when Natasha snaked an arm around Charlize's neck and jerked her head back against her, applying a dangerous choke hold. She struggled frantically as she flashed out her world class gams while she gagged and pawed for Natasha's arm. Now with Charlize's small but near perfectly formed breasts now on display for all to see, the crowd's uproar reached a fevered pitch.

"Do you remember when your puppies were that size, Rosanna?" asked Jack jokingly.

"Yeah!" giggled Rosanna with a twinkle in her eyes. "I was in the fifth grade!"

J-Lo's fingers dug into Ben's thigh as she looked over at Rosanna, unquestionably annoyed. Small tit jokes were a sore spot for her but then again, so were big ass jokes.

"Come on, Charlize!" J-Lo screamed. "Don't give up!"

Natasha's choke hold sent panic coarsing through Charlize's body. Combined with her anger at being stripped topless, it compelled her to fight back with every ounce she had left in the tank. She grabbed Natasha's arm at her throat, but judiciously she planted her feet firmly on the mat with her legs bent. Then with a mighty thrust of her dancer's legs, she powered herself backward into the Canadian and sent Natasha toppling over backward - but still holding her choke hold! Natasha landed on her back with a groan as she pulled Charlize over on top of her. When her arm briefly eased on Charlize's throat, the fiery South African made her pay!

"UUUNNGGHHHHH!!!" cried Natasha when Charlize snapped her head back in a devastating head butt that cracked her between the eyes with stunning force.

Whoops and yells spilled from the seats as the spectators showered the fighters with praise. Natasha and Charlize were certainly living up to their expectations, and this one wasn't over yet. Charlize felt like she'd been in a war, but she fought off her fatigue and rolled off her equally exhausted foe. Natasha was stunned from Charlize's head butt and momentarily at her mercy. She groaned as Charlize straddled her and slammed her ass down on her belly. Charlize wasted no time getting down to business; a wicked slap rocked Natasha's head to one side and wrenched a shriek of pain from her, then the return backhand had the Canadian babe red-faced and reeling.

With a nasty sneer, Charlize grabbed Natasha's bra and yanked violently, trying to rip it from Natasha's body but the dazed Natasha still had plenty of fight left and she retaliated by reaching up to clamp down on Charlize's bare boobs with her claws. She mauled the sensitive woman flesh mercilessly, producing high pitched squeals from Charlize who finally bared Natasha's tits, peeling her bra up so she could counter with her own tit torment. Both women cried out in agony as they started a tit torturing test of will. With the crowd noise echoing off the walls, they maliciously traumatized one another to the fans delight. Although Natasha was flat on her back, she possessed a decided advantage over the straddling Charlize for her legs were free to inflict damage from behind and it didn't take her long to cash in!

With her knees together, Natasha swung her legs up and drove her knees into Charlize's back. She groaned as her body lurched forward but she refused to release Natasha's tits. Clenching her teeth, Natasha delivered another hard knee smash to Charlize's spine and this time Charlize's reaction was more distinct - she cried out sharply as she pitched forward onto Natasha. In one smooth motion, Natasha released Charlize's breasts and grabbed her hair, pulling the blonde closer as her fist shot upward under Charlize's chin, snapping the blonde's head back like a rubber band. Charlize moaned as her hands slipped from Natasha's breasts and swung back to dangle loose at her hips.

"OH YESSSS!" yelled Clea excitedly as she rose out of her seat. "Count the tweety birds, Theron you cunt!"

Natasha bucked her hips violently and sent her bewildered rival tumbling from her stomach onto the mat with a defeated moan. While Natasha struggled to get to her feet, Charlize slithered around aimlessly on her belly moaning and groaning. Natasha took a deep breath as she looked down at her wounded nemesis, then paused briefly to peel off her torn and stretched bra to a lurid round of applause from the crowd. Charlize had put up more of a fight than she'd expected and Natasha knew she was no pushover but she hadn't expected to be this torn up and battered. Now, it was time for her to suck it up and ring down the curtain!

Natasha jammed her heel sharply into the back of Charlize's thigh, agonizing her hamstrings and sending her into a screeching fit of convulsions. A second stomp to Charlize's other hamstring had the poor blonde screaming at the top of her lungs although most of the crowd erupted in cheers. Charlize's back arched dramatically as she planted her elbows and forearms firmly on the mat, clenched her fists and began to belly crawl away from Natasha; her legs jerking and spasming as she dragged them uselessly behind her.

"BITTCCCCHHHHHHH!!!" she wailed through clenched teeth at the unmeasurable pain in her pounded legs.

Natasha moved quickly, giving Charlize no time to recover although at this point Charlize had to pray a fire alarm would go off to buy her enough time to heal. The Canadian babe straddled the squirming blondes back and wickedly yanked her head back with a handful of hair. Her potent fist crashed into Charlize's jaw below her ear and she dropped her face down where she lay limp, drifting in and out of consciousness and softly moaning.

"I admit I'm a bit surprised," Jack muttered to no one in particular. "I'da bet Charlize'd be keepin' her unmentionables tonight."

"She hasn't lost 'em yet," snarled a frustrated J-Lo.

"No...but I wouldn't look away if I was you," he said. "Cause your girls in deep shit without a shovel."

Natasha moved deliberately to retrieve Charlize's discarded bra, then knelt beside her dazed foe. Charlize offered little resistance and allowed Natasha to pull her arms behind her back where she crossed her wrists and tightly lashed them together with the lace bra. Her spirits sank further as she slowly recovered, then whimpered pitifully at the realization her arms were bound and useless.

Charlize moaned as Natasha flipped her over onto her back and sat down with her damp crotch planted firmly on Charlize's belly. The groggy blonde could feel the heat and smell the aroma of Natasha's ripe pussy right through her panties as she cruelly played with Charlize's breasts, embarrassing her as she jiggled and shook them, pinching and twisting her long, stiffening nipples.

Natasha's manipulation wasn't delivered or intended to be necessarily painful, but to humiliate her helpless opponent in front of everyone by demonstrating not only her impotence, but Natasha's full control over her body. Charlize was a proud woman but at this particular moment her pride was being shredded on piece at a time. Now, only a miracle could save her. J-Lo watched her new arch enemy Natasha with utter contempt as she re-assumed control of the match. Charlize was definitely in deep shit...maybe she could toss her a shovel. J-Lo lurched out of her seat and stepped onto the edge of the mat.

"What's the matter you pussy?!" she shouted at Natasha. "Hafta tie her up to win?"

"Jen!" barked Jack. "Sit back down dammit. This ain't your fight!"

But Natasha had definitely focused her attention on the furious brunette at the edge of the mat and she got to her feet and began a slow stroll toward J-Lo.

"Honey, get back over here!" urged Ben as he reached out to grab J-Lo's wrist.

"No!" she snarled as she wrenched her arm away. "Gotta tie her up? Why you gutless slut!" she spewed at the approaching blonde.

Jack got up, motioning to Natasha, "Now you jus back off, babe. I'll take care'a this."

Natasha stopped six feet from J-Lo and smirked as Jack firmly took hold of her wrist and tried to usher her back to her seat but J-Lo wasn't going willingly.

"Fucking trailer park whore!" she spat. "You're dead!"

"Oooooh!!!" taunted Natasha. "The tough supposed 'NYC bitch' who really was raised in a nice little neighborhood had better pack herself a lunch and an overnight designer bag if she wants to tangle with me."

"That's a lie!" snarled J-Lo as she struggled in Jack's grasp. "I grew up on the block, you bitch!"

The crowd was eating this up and as angry as J-Lo was, the distraction she was producing was achieving her intended aim and helping Charlize. While J-Lo and Natasha traded barbs, Charlize had regained her senses somewhat and was struggling trying to get to her feet, but with her wrists still tied behind her it wasn't easy. J-Lo saw Charlize finally get up and wisely disguised her reaction by immediately glaring at the Canadian with her fists clenched as if about to fight.

Clea Duvall gasped when she saw Charlize moving up behind Natasha and yelled, "Natasha!! Look out.....behind you!!!"

Natasha felt vibration of the mat under her feet as Charlize approached and she suddenly pivoted and unloaded a lightning quick back kick that burrowed deep into Charlize's gut lifting her front foot in the air! Charlize grunted heavily as she folded like a cheap suit with Natasha's foot still buried in her just below her bellybutton. Her mouth was frozen a breathless gasp and when Natasha jerked her foot free, Charlize crumpled to her knees in silent agony and pitched over with her forehead planted in the mat and her smooth, round butt raised in the air like a white flag of surrender.

"Nice try," said Jack as he shoved J-Lo back in her seat. "But please refrain from that crap in the future, hon."

Natasha stared into J-Lo's fiery eyes as she plucked at the crotch of her panties and blew the brunette a kiss. Only Ben's arm across his girl's lap kept her in her seat.

"Cunt!!!" growled J-Lo fiercely.

"That's right, fat ass!" teased Natasha. "This," she said as she slowly and erotically stroked her crotch, "is my cunt. You just may be smarter than you look! Who'd a thunk it?!"

J-Lo flailed wildly and Ben had his hands full restraining her. While the crowd hooted and howled at the developing rift, Natasha turned her attention back to Charlize. She put her foot on Charlize's hip and shoved her over and kicked her flat on her back. Then Natasha created momentary pandemonium when she slipped out of her soggy panties and bared her womanhood for all to behold before she slowly straddled Charlize and lowered her damp pussy down on the battered blonde's red, battered belly.

"Now where were we?" she asked, raising her open hand and belting Charlize across the face with a hard slap that drew a shrill yelp from the dazed blonde. Charlize's prayed-for miracle had disappeared and wouldn't be back anytime soon!

"Fuck....nnnn..," she moaned groggily.

"Fuckin'?" exclaimed Natasha with a subtle smirk as she slapped Charlize's face again. "Are you asking for a fucking? Why, you nasty girl!"

Charlize's eyes were glazed over as she once more wavered on the brink of unconsciousness, but she whimpered weakly, "Cunt.."

"Fuckin' cunt?" queried Natasha. "Well, yeah! Matter of fact sweetie, I DO have one. See!"

The crowd responded lewdly as Natasha slid forward, inching her neatly trimmed cunt toward Charlize's flushed face. The blonde was spent and defenseless, battered into submission and, with her arms tied bound behind her, helpless. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes seemingly staring into nothingness, but she could feel the heat of her rival's pussy and smelled Natasha's musky scent as the superior woman's labia closed in on their target.

"Yoo-hoo...take a good look, bitch," ordered Natasha with a soft slap of Charlize's cheek.

Her eyelids fluttered, then her eyes focused on the puffy, dew-fringed labia as they hovered just above her. Natasha's fragrant womanhood, like a steaming furnace, slowly converged on Charlize's quivering, pouting lips. Just at the moment when Natasha's smoldering slit enveloped Charlize's lips, the once proud and defiant South African's pride crumbled.

"Yeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" moaned Natasha as her hot cunt molded itself over her pathetic victim's up-turned face.

Charlize muffled a powerless protest that was lost beneath Natasha's victorious face squash. Her feet kicked, swept the mat and her hips bucked; her butt bouncing in mute protest as Natasha began a slow, relaxed grind on her face. The aroused spectators stood on their feet, screaming in appreciation of a well deserved 'climax' to the match.

"Charlize!" whined Ricci ashamedly covering her face with her hands. "Noooo..."

"It's over baby," consoled Courtney with a hug and a little chuckle. "It's over! It's sooooo over!"

The raw blonde glanced over at Clea who was hopping up and down excitedly clapping as her girl applied the lethal liplock on Charlize. Clea grinned at Courtney, then smugly flicked her tongue at her. Courtney just shook her head and looked away, knowing if she wanted she could chew up the little butch bitch and spit her out like a bad oyster. But there were bigger fish in the sea, however, and Clea wasn't worth her time. She had a score to settle with Rose McGowan, and settle it she would!

By the time Charlize stopped struggling, J-Lo had somewhat calmed down to a slow burn. Natasha was going to get this notch in her belt, but without a doubt she was going to lock horns with J-Lo - and the dark-haired diva was going to slaughter her for fucking with Ben. J-Lo glanced over at Ben and frowned as she saw his eyes were locked on Natasha's ass as it slowly rocked back and forth on Charlize's buried head. She growled under her breath, then glanced down at his lap. His pants were sporting a tent that looked like it wanted to split his zipper and come up for air. Rage rampaged through her as her fingernails jabbed into his thigh, causing him to yelp. The look she gave him needed no explanation; he decided to be more conscientious with his stares.

Natasha's rocking was ever so slowly picking up speed as she scrubbed her dripping pussy back and forth over Charlize's face. She wrapped her left hand in Charlize's blonde locks to hold her nose and mouth in position as she reached back with her right hand to cup one of Charlize's tits; squeezing and massaging it as she rode toward the inevitable. Charlize's well-known sensitive nipples responded instantantly to her touch, thrusting up hard and erect; hungry for more attention - a vision of erotic beauty.

"I'll tell ya what, Benjamin," said Jack as leaned over to Affleck. "When you get to be my age, if you can still get a boner while watching two hot ladies go at it - thank the man upstairs!" He glanced up at the ceiling and grinned, "Thanks Boss!"

"Mmmmmmnnnnnnn..," moaned Natasha as her thrusting hips continued to pick up the pace as she sighed heavily, taking Charlize's firm nipple in her fingertips, then plucked and shook it. Charlize's body jiggled and her stomach heaved in time with Natasha's thrusting, her muffled whimpers fading as her feet no longer kicked; just lay stretched out full length on the mat.

Natasha's own groans grew in ecstatic urgency as she leaned forward and went into full face scrubbing mode, coating Charlize's mouth, nose and cheeks with her oozing fluids. Her hands released Charlize’s breasts to tend to her own naked breasts, grabbing forcefully and kneading hurriedly as her wiry pubic hair scoured Charlize’s face at an ever more frenetic pace. Natasha’s back arched suddenly; her head tipped back and she released a high pitched squeal as her visage massaged clit erupted in a powerful climax! With a long, low, drawn out moan, Natasha spewed her nectar into Charlize's gasping, gaping mouth which quickly overflowed and sent the hot fluid spilling over her ruddy cheeks as Natasha cried out and shuddered in the throes of her victorious, orgasmic bliss!

Natasha had earned an ovation as clamorous as the one she received as the delighted spectators lavished praise on her for giving them the ending they so desperately craved. Jack licked his lips as he watched the well-gratified Natasha closely; her rapidly heaving respiration, her beautiful naked body glowing, her abs and rippling….and in his position directly behind the victorious fighter, her succulent ass and engorged pussy lips as they continued to insistently, urgently, grind on Charlize's nose and mouth as Natasha’s tremors of post-orgasmic bliss slowly subsided. Jack swallowed hard as he stared at the point of contact...pussy on lips as…in slow motion…. Natasha rose on her knees and her glossy labia, framed by cream soaked strands of short pubic hairs, broke its seal with Charlize's face. A thick strand of girlcum, hung stubbornly to the widening distance between Natasha's slit and Charlize's mouth, slowly stretching out, lengthening as Natasha slowly, dramatically, lifted off the vanquished blondes face. As Natasha peeled away, the strand hung briefly to Natasha's pussy, then snapped back and disappeared into Charlize's gaping mouth. Jack moaned as his dick pulsed in his pants…it was almost too much for the dirty old bastard to take!

Charlize was out! Smothered unconsciousness sometime in Natasha's last vigorous thrusting face-fuck, the once proud blonde now nothing more than a limp and spread-eagled cum-sponge for her victorious better. It was a devastating defeat for Charlize! Natasha slowly rose to her feet and, blushing slightly, slipped her panties back up her long, strong legs while her jubilant fans showered her with accolades. She straddled Charlize's limp, ashen body as she faced them, then slowly bent at the waist and hooked her thumbs under the narrow sides of Charlize's tiny thong.

Teasing the whistling crowd, the tall, mischievous blonde very slowly peeled the moist lingerie garment down to Charlize’s knees, exposing a full, golden thatch of dense pubic hair. As her thong rolled up in a tight bunch as it was eased down the vanquished woman's lifeless thighs, Natasha straightened, using Charlize’s thong to lift her lifeless legs straight up in the air. Finally, with a quick snatch, Natasha jerked it off over her victim's feet and Charlize’s legs dropped to the mat, her heavy thighs jiggling and rippling. Natasha shook the thong out and gazed at the sticky, white gel smeared inside the skimpy crotch panel. It appeared all those stories about the ‘Pornstar Fight Club’ had been true after all!

"Hmmmm...looks like I'm not the only girl who 'got off' tonight!" she announced as she held up the dripping thong.

"Thanks again!" said Jack, his eyes rolling upward as he gazed at the ceiling one last time.

"Uhh...aren't you gonna call this one, Jack?" asked Ben.

"Easy kid," he replied huskily. "You can't rush greatness."

Natasha looped Charlize's unfurled thong back around one of the unconscious blondes ankles and twisted it, looping the other end around the other ankle to leave Charlize's feet as securely bound as her wrists. Then she struck a pose with a foot on her opponent's slowly oozing muff and grinned as she accepted the applause and shouts from the fans as Jack got up. He looked at the knotted lace thong a bit perplexed as he walked onto the mat.

“Your winner...Natasha Henstridge!" he cried as he raised Natasha's arm and the crowd continued to applaud.

Then Jack knelt at Charlize's feet and grabbed her thong. A firm tug failed to remove the twisted prize, so he plucked at it impatiently, not making any progress. Finally, Natasha knelt beside him and put a hand on his back gently.

"Having trouble, Jack?" she asked bemused.

"I...uh...was never much of a...um, Boy Scout, doll," he responded. "Can ya help me out here?"

Natasha smiled and slipped the thong off Charlize's left ankle, twisted it and pulled the other side free.

"See? Twist and pull," she said. "Here, you try it!" she said as she began to snake the thong back around the oblivious Charlize's ankle.

Jack quickly grabbed her hand and eased it from her grasp, "No, no! Quite alright," he chattered. "I get the picture, sweetheart." His eyes slowly wandered upward from Charlize's spectacular thighs to the camel toe of her swollen, succulent, pussy. "And what a beautiful picture it is..."

He stood with Natasha smiling at the cheering crowd. Rosanna returned from her long engagement with Bruce in the lounge and whispered into J-Lo's ear, then walked over to the end of the row as J-Lo got up to follow her.

"Where you going, Jen?" asked Ben nervously.

"She's got some info on that Canuck bitch she thought I'd be interested in," replied J-Lo.

J-Lo met Rosanna at the end of the bleachers twenty feet from Ben and they began to talk. Natasha saw Ben sitting alone, grabbed her burgundy bra from the mat and hustled over to him while Rosanna kept J-Lo distracted. Ben nervously stiffened as Natasha reached him and draped her bra around the back of his neck, using it to pull him close enough to plant a big, wet kiss on his lips. His eyes were big as golf balls as she ran her finger down his chest to the waist of his pants. Leaving her bra draped around his neck, she skipped away just as J-Lo turned around and saw Natasha's hand on Ben's pants just before she walked away to her dressing room. In a flash, the dark-haired diva was at Ben's side.

"What the hell is her bra doing ‘round your head?" J-Lo screamed.

She yanked it off him and threw it on the floor with contempt, glaring at Natasha who had paused in the doorway to watch the aftermath of her little scene. The blonde cupped her ass and gave both cheeks a squeeze before disappearing.

"Lesson One!" laughed the grinning Rosanna. "Never turn your back on Natasha!"

"AAAAARRGGHHHHHH!!!" fumed J-Lo. "That’s IT! That bitch is fucking ROADKILL!!!"

Ben grabbed her and held her tight, trying to calm her but the outraged brunette was beyond reasoning and although he stalled her for a minute or so, everything he said fell on deaf ears. J-Lo finally wrenched free and hustled her way to the lounge, storming up to the bar so fast, Bruce thought she was going to hurdle it.

"How the hell do I get on the fucking schedule?" she growled.

"You're already on it, baby," answered Bruce with a grin; jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the challenge screen. "Natasha just requested an engagement. No ring I'm afraid...but she DID guarantee a lot of body on body contact!"

J-Lo furiously typed in her acceptance to Natasha's challenge, "It's a date!"

Ben came up behind her, looked at the screen and gave a long sigh. J-Lo spun on her heel, grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward the door.

"See you crazy kids soon!" called Bruce as they disappeared outside with a slam of the door.

To the next fight at the club

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