Sim Guy
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Charlize Theron (5'9" 125) vs Tyra Banks (5'11"
130) by Kim Valentine
Charlize Theron, Tyra Banks and their fans were all
shocked by the defeats both fighters suffered in the opening round
of the tournament. Charlize had figured that she would win the
whole thing, and Tyra had never lost to a blonde in her life.
She was screaming that Jeri Ryan had fixed the fight and demanding
another chance to let her back in. She was especially interested
in getting into the ring with Charlize because of her African
background and let it be known.
When Charlize heard that Tyra was saying that the
only reason that she was in America is because black sisters had
run her out of Africa, she demanded a shot at Tyra too. The promoters
loved the idea and as extra inducement promised the winner another
chance. Their bodies were healed if not their egos, and each was
eager to face the other in the ring. They knew that their fans
were betting heavily on the fight and each vowed to beat the other
convincingly.
It was rated as a toss-up, but things got off to
a rough start when they got to the gym they found they were assigned
the same dressing room by mistake. When the blonde entered, Tyra
screamed for her to get out. Charlize refused of course, and they
went at it right then and there. The handlers heard the screams
and commotion and came running into find the blonde on the floor
with a bloody nose. Tyra had her hands on her hips threatening
to drag her out, but as she looked at the others, Charlize kicked
her leg out from under her and she fell to the floor too. They
each dove for the other and it took four people to pull them apart.
The referee arrived and Charlize was escorted to
another room, where she changed in to her black short and gold
top for the fight. Tyra was in white one-piece suit stretching
and flexing her muscles when Charlize entered the ring. Her fans
gave her a standing ovation and Tyra joined in joking that she
that she was glad that the blonde finally decided to come out
and fight. Charlize told her to shut up and went to her corner.
The referee stepped in and called them to the center
of the ring. He read the instructions which consisted of one rule
against scratching and that the fight would continue until one
submitted or was knocked out. As they listened they pushed themselves
breast to breast as each tried to make the other back step across
the ring. Tyra looked down at the blonde and sneered, "Those
little white tits flatten and disappear under my mine, like you
will soon be flattened by me." "Yeah, I see that you
got the best that money could buy, you black whore", the
blonde spat back as she looked up into the black girls face. That
was all it took for Tyra to shove her away and send a wild slap
that just missed the blonde as she backed away.
Someone rang the bell, as the referee motioned the
start and the fight was underway. Tyra charged the blonde and
was caught with a glancing slap on the top of her head. Charlize
got her hands up and they locked together as the went tottering
around the ring trying to force the other down. Tyra's height
seemed to be an advantage as she pushed Charlize back into a corner
but she could not force her down. Charlize pulled her hands free
and was hitting Trya in her face. The black girl took a few shots
before she backed away from the barrage looking more mad than
hurt.
The audience was on their feet cheering the show
when Tyra stepped up and lashed out with a hard shot to Charlize's
face that wobbled her legs and knocked her against the ring post.
She was sandwiched there by a forearm smash that had the black
girls full weight behind it. The breath left her body in a gasp
and her tiny gold top was ripped away by the force of the impact.
Tyra set her feet again as she watched the topless blonde open
herself up as she grabbed the ropes for support. Taking aim, the
taller beauty stepped in close and swung again, driving a fist
low and deep into Charlize's stomach that caused her to fold in
the middle. She might have gone down, but Tyra, swinging like
she was possessed by a demon, nailed her chin with a jarring upper
cut that dropped the South African to the mat where she sat stunned
shaking her head.
Tyra, surprised a her success, backed away daring
her to get back up and fight. Charlize did not seemed to hear
her continued to look down, then slowly she looked up as the black
girl continued to rant and threaten. Charlize gathered her sleek
legs under her, but hesitated to stand, as if she were thinking
about what to do. Tyra reached down and gave her a ringing slap
across her tear-filled face that jerked her head violently to
one side.
"Get up and fight me bitch, I'm just getting
started with you," she screamed but the blonde did not respond.
So, again Tyra seemed to take aim as she swung her arm again in
a big arc that backhanded the blonde's head to the other side
and smashed it into the post. Tears and sweat rained off the blonde's
head as she cowered in the corner. "I said get up and fight,
bitch," but Charlize only brought her hand up to cover her
face, as the crowd seemed stunned by her reluctance.
Tyra was clearly in command, but impatient. She boldly
left herself open as she buried both hands in blonde hair and
leaned back, dragging her up off of the mat. Trying ease the pressure
on her scalp Charlize scrambled to get her feet under her as she
grabbed for the black's fingers. The taller girl reached still
higher, standing the blonde straight up and kneed her viciously
in her gut. It seemed to knock all the wind and fight out of the
blonde, judging from the sad and pained look on her face. She
would have gone down but instead allowed her opponent to drape
her limp body over the top rope as she kept one hand yanking her
head back and down. Charlize' back arched against the post and
her firm little breasts pointed up and spread flatter across her
chest.
Tyra licked her lips and rained open-handed slaps
that landed with solid precision on the blonde's boobs and drove
her to her knees as she tried to avoid the punishment. Weakly,
she crossed herself with her arms, but it was no real defense
and the angry black girl kneed her again this time in her solar
plexus. Charlize gave out a sickening gasp and collapsed onto
the mat. Tyra gave her a strong kick to her ass, that knocked
her at least a foot further away, but she didn't respond. Tyra
kicked again and once more Charlize just lay there and took it.
The black girl reared back and kick even harder as the bell rang
again and it seemed to snap her out of her violent trance.
She raised her arms over her head and laughed as
she walked around her beaten foe. Her fans cheered her fast and
one-sided destruction of the beautiful blonde who allowed the
tall black to roll her over with her foot. Tyra put her foot on
Charlize's chest and stepped down causing her to groan in pain
but she offered no resistance. Tears streaked down her face and
her arms lay uselessly by her head as she was counted out. Tyra's
fans cheered and applauded. They could not have been happier.
She had gotten quick revenge for her earlier defeat. This time,
she had prevailed with barely a scratch and had the promise of
a new start.
Tyra rewarded their faith; grinning as she chatted
and gave out "high-5's" Charlize's sat in stunned silence.
Now she was 0-3. Once more her fans had to watch their battered
beauty carried out of a ring she had entered looking so radiant
and sure. Tyra had seemed to overpower her easily and early. It
was almost like she gave up even before she was beaten. Maybe
the fight in the dressing room hurt her more than it seemed Some
must have wondered if she would ever fight again. However, they
would have to wait until she regained her senses to learn the
answer.
She wasn't looking where she was going and it wasn't
until she was a few feet away that she saw the tall, dark woman
approaching from the opposite direction. She recognized Tyra Banks
immediately and she shivered a bit in spite of the 100 degree
temperature on the hot, white sand. "Pretty nice show you
put on with Natassha last week Charli," Tyra said with a
tight little grin. "How are you feeling today? You alright?"
Charlize stopped and looked the tall Black woman up and down.
There was no denying Tyra's beauty, she had earned her place as
one of the world's top supermodel's. "I'm fine. I'm surprised
you asked. I didn't think you were rooting for me last week. I
could have sworn I heard you cheering for Natassha several times."
"Oh, I was. I really wanted her to beat your
slutty white ass again. You have no idea how much fun it's been
watching her beat you down. I just wish she'd done it again. Now
I guess I'll have to do it myself."
Charlize blinked. "Huh? You? What'd I ever do
to you?"
Tyra moved closer until her big breasts were almost
touching Charli's much smaller ones. She reached up and ran her
fingers slowly through Charlize's hair, stroking it almost the
way one would a pet cat. She stared down at Charlize, her nearness
emphasizing her greater height. Then, without warning, Tyra used
her big breasts to bump Charlize. The blonde was forced to step
back and nearly fell in the soft sand. "Hey, what's the big
ide . . ."
"Your kind kept my people enslaved for centuries
you bitch. Now I'm going to right that wrong. Ordinarily, I don't
believe in slavery, but in your case I'm going to make an exception.
A couple of weeks as my little house slave will do you a world
of good. Open your eyes about what an evil institution you South
African's benefited from under apartheid." Tyra opened her
beach tote and took out a leash with a dog collar attached to
it. "Now get down on your knees so I can put your collar
on. Or do you want to put your hands up to defend yourself. I
warn you, if you do, it will only make it harder on you."
"Whaaaaaat?" Charlize gasped. "You're
one crazy bitch! I don't want any part of this sick scene."
She turned and started to walk away, but Tyra flipped the leash
around her neck from behind and yanked her backward. Charlize
fell on her ass in the hot sand and before she could get up, Tyra
was standing over her, straddling her legs. Tyra leaned down and
slapped her across the face. "You will call me Mistress Ty
from now on you bimbo slut bitch. Now kneel this minute or you'll
be very sorry you made me angry."
"That's BS," Charlize snapped. "If
you want a fight, come up to the ring, we'll do it right now face
to face." Tyra smiled and nodded, her plan was working perfectly.
Her fans and seconds were already at the ring, preparing for Charlize
arrival. Tyra had told them she'd bring Charlize back on a leash
or Charlize would have to fight her. Either way, the haughty white
girl's remaining freedom would be measured in minutes, not hours.
Tyra was a woman on a mission and when she got that way, she was
just about unbeatable.
Tyra and Charlize walked up the hill to the fight
ring where Charlize was surprised to find a large crowd had already
gathered. Natassha Henstridge and her friends were all there and
Natassha's black eye was starting to heal nicely. She glared at
Charlize as she walked in with Tyra. Charlize realized that almost
three-quarters of the women standing around the ring were either
Black, Asian or Hispanic. The overwhelming sea of dark faces made
her even more nervous than usual.
The two women climbed into the ring and Charlize
wiped her hands nervously on the seat of her suit while Tyra walked
around the ring and picked up a microphone from one of her girls.
"Come here Charli," she said smoothly, "Let's get
the introductions out of the way for anyone who may not know who
you are." Charlize hesitated, so Tyra walked over to her
and stood directly in her face. She pushed the mike in Charlize'
face and told her, "Introduce yourself to my fan club."
"I. . . .I'm Charlize Theron, star of 2 Days
in the Valley. What's this all about Tyra? Why are you doing this
to me?"
"I told you Charli, you need to learn the horrible
truth about slavery. A couple of weeks, maybe a month, you'll
have a whole new appreciation of what it meant to my people for
over 200 years. The days of the Master Race are over in South
Africa now, that's why you left wasn't it? My people have taken
over. It's the Dawn of a New Age now."
Charlize realized Tyra had been serious about her
'slavery' remark and she decided it was time to leave before things
got ugly. But as she tried to leave the ring, Tyra pulled her
back inside the ropes. "Oh no, girl. You have to stay and
face the music now. Come on, let's do the 'chat and insult thing'
then we fight."
"Chat and insult? What do you mean?
"You know, like I say," she reached out
and closed her hand on Charlize' left breast, "My what small
breasts you have. Why don't you take advantage of the advances
in medical science and get a pair of 'normal' ones? Like that,
see?" Charlize' face blushed deep crimson at the remark and
she slapped Tyra's hand away.
"At least mine are real, not some kind of plastic
like those giant balloons they sewed into your chest," Charlize
sneered.
"Good," Tyra laughed, "Now your getting
into it. I might say, Why girlfriend, at least I didn't get my
soft white ass kicked around the ring twice by some teen bimbo
who plays hungry aliens in the movies. You sure looked pathetic
in those fights." Once more, Charlize face turned red at
the deeply cutting remark.
"This is silly, I'm not going to stand her and
let you insult me like this." She shoved Tyra and swung her
leg through the ropes to leave but Tyra grabbed the back of Charlize'
bikini bottom and yanked her backward, throwing her onto the mat.
"Playtime white girl," she snarled as she raised her
foot to stomp on Charlize' face. Charlize rolled aside just in
time and scrambled to her feet, her eyes flashing angrily. "You
want a fight Ty, you got one." She rushed her and they fell
to the mat rolling over and over.
Charlize was furious at being tricked as she was
and Tyra took the brunt of her anger as Charlize drove her hard
fists over and over into Tyra's big, soft breasts. Tyra was surprised
by Charlize's rage and it took her a few seconds to realize that
she was on the bottom and that she was being hurt by the willowy
blonde's fists. Tyra grabbed a handful of Charlize' hair and pulled
hard, rolling her off but before she could get up, Charlize was
back on top of her, hands clawing at her huge bosom in what Tyra
knew was a jealous rage over her endowment. Tyra got her knee
up between them and pushed hard, sending Charlize sprawling across
the ring and into the ropes. Tyra leaped up and was ready when
Charlize came back at her again.
Charlize drove her shoulder into Tyra's mid-section
and drove her back into the corner, driving her fist low into
the slender Black woman's stomach and hearing a satisfying grunt
as it landed. Tyra shook her head as if she couldn't believe this
was happening. She was supposed to be beating Charlize and so
far she hadn't landed a punch or even gotten a good tight hold
on the outraged blonde. Tyra reached up and grabbed two handfuls
of Charlize' hair and spun around, putting Charlize in the corner
with her back to the turnbuckles. She slammed the blonde's head
against it and then again until she felt Charlize' grip weaken.
Tyra slammed her knee into Charlize belly and when
she doubled over, used her blonde hair to flip her over onto her
back on the middle of the ring. Tyra kept a handful of hair as
she dropped her leg across Charlize' windpipe, then dragged the
gagging blonde to her knees and spun around, driving her heel
into Charlize' chest between her breasts. Charlize went sprawling
on her back and lay writhing and clutching her chest as Tyra slowly
walked over and picked up Charlize' left arm, dragging her over
and up to her knees. She could feel the resistance draining out
of Charlize body, her will to resist fading as the pain increased.
"Come with me slave Charli, let's show the girls
what happens to those who displease us." Tyra spun Charlize
around and whipped her into the corner. Charlize hit with her
back, her head whipping backward. Her knees buckled and she slowly
slid down the padding to her knees, her head rolling forward until
her chin rested on her chest.
"Unnnnnnhhhh," Charlize moaned as Tyra
walked over, lifted her head by the hair, stared deep into her
soul and then kicked her in the stomach. Charlize folded over
and toppled to the mat clutching her churning stomach with both
hands, foam bubbling on her lips as she fought the urge to vomit.
Tyra reached down and slid her fingers into the waistband at the
back of Charlize' bikini and pulled her back up to her knees,
her upper body leaning forward until her forehead bounced on the
mat.
Tyra looked at the girls in the audience, all of
whom were beaming at her easy destruction of the snotty Charlize.
She lifted Charlize under the arms and threw her into the corner,
put her foot into her waist and shoved her butt back over the
second rope, then lifted her arms and draped them over the top
ropes. "Hold on tight," Tyra laughed, "it's gonna
be a bumpy ride."
She held Charlize' head up by the hair and started
to slowly slap her face back and forth to awaken her so she'd
know everything that Tyra was about to do to her pale, slender
body. When Charlize began to moan and could hold her head up,
Tyra let go of her hair and grabbed the cups of her bikini, set
her feet and yanked as hard as she could. As the material ripped
off of Charlize' chest, her body slid off the rope and dropped
the almost three feet to the mat. She landed on her ass, bounced
once and fell back into the corner as Tyra held up Charlize' top
for everyone to see. They cheered her.
Tyra pulled Charlize up by the hair, standing the
weak-kneed white girl up, slipping her right arm under Charlize'
left and hip tossing her over and down onto the mat hard enough
to raise a dust cloud on the mat. She kicked Charlize in the side
to roll her over, knelt with her knee in the middle of the blonde's
back and pulled her arms back behind her and tied them with her
own top. Charlize shook her head, "No, please don't."
But Tyra was not going to show mercy now, not after her people
had endured centuries of servitude to their white masters and
mistresses.
"You belong to me for the next few weeks slave.
If you displease me I'll punish you severely. If you please me,
I'll see you are rewarded. Now, one last token of your status
at the 'bottom' of the social ladder."
Tyra pulled Charlize' bikini bottom down her legs
and left her on the mat naked with her arms tied behind her in
the broiling sun. "I'll come back in a few hours and baste
and turn you over. We'll let you get nice and red on both sides.
Then, in the morning, your training begins."
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Charlize Theron vs. Tyra Banks by Ginny
Charlize Theron is walking on the beach. She's feeling
good after finally defeating her most recent nemesis, Natassha
Henstridge. It had been a long and grueling series of fights but
Charlize had finally gotten the elusive first win under her belt
and the best part was that she made Natassha admit she was the
better fighter and swear she'd never challenge her again. All
in all, Charlize thought to herself, a satisfying night. Now all
she could do was walk the beach, relax and allow her body to start
the healing process.
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