The bar crowd goes wild when Charlize smiles and waves to them; and they love it when Jennifer climbs on the ropes and holds her gloves up in a broad salute, then blows them a kiss before the referee calls the girls together for a few instructions. Charlize in her cute red shorts keeps her gloves down and looks at the ref as he speaks. Jennifer in her tight black lycra shorts is bouncing a little on her toes, clapping the tips of her gloves together and intently starring at Charlize. As the ref sends them to their corners, Jennifer gives Charlize a little bump with her shoulder trying to intimidate a bit. Charlize turns toward her, bends her knees and sticks out her lovely butt and flaps her arms at her sides, saying in a mocking tone, "Ooooohhh! I'm a-scared of you!"

Then she laughs as she strides back to her corner. Jennifer gives a scowl, mumbles, "Yeah, you'll be kissing My ass soon enough, bitch," and sends Charlize one-handed salute in return.

Round 1

The bell sounds and both girls head toward the middle. Jennifer, who wants to inflict some quick and early damage, races past the middle and, gloves out in front, meets Charlize still near her corner and charges into her with a thud. This pushes Charlize back to the corner, where Jennifer furiously throws punches at Charlize's head and body. Surprised by the speed of the attack, and with leather coming at her from all directions, Charlize tries to fend off the onslaught, at first succeeding in covering up, but looking kind of cold and dazed up against the turnbuckle. Jen launches a quick series of rockets to Charlize's lithe body, the last a booming right that echoes across the bar. It sucks some of the wind out of Charlize, who brings her gloves down in pain and stoops over slightly as her stomach contracts in response to the punch. Jen bounces on her toes, sees the opening, and goes up top, dishing out two hard left jabs, followed by a right uppercut that snaps Charlize's head back, and finishing with a sharp left hook that hits Charlize flush on her right cheek and jaw, popping her mouthpiece into the crowd lined along the ring.

"Oh, baby!" thought Jen when the uppercut connected. “That felt sooo good!” Eager faces along the ring are looking for a kill, and with Charlize apparently helpless, the ref comes in and gives her a standing eight count. Jen goes wild - almost climbs on his back, bitching about not being allowed to finish off the blonde. "Ya think this is a friggin' kindergarten, ref?!" yells Jennifer. "I'm takin' this bitch ta school!"

So the ref takes another moment to brush back the babe in black lycra, giving Charlize a few extra seconds to catch her wind and clear her head. Jennifer finally retreats to her corner, raising up her arms in a victory motion to the noisy crowd as they gather in the lovely sight of her tight body, flush for action.

"I'm OK, ref. Let me at her," whispers Charlize.

The ref pops a new mouthpiece and signals for the fight to continue. The crowd cheers as the girls square off. Jen comes in fast again, but this time Charlize is ready, her long tough legs still able to give stable support for the 45 seconds left in the round and even showing some spring.

Charlize knows she has a longer reach and decides to keep sticking her left in Jennifer's face, both to keep her at a distance and off balance.

Someone from the crowd calls out, "Hey Charlize, let her have it!"

Charlize does follow her jab with a straight right hand and then unloads a left hook. The right hits solidly, but the hook deflects off Jennifer's glove. Charlize peers over her gloves deeply into Jennifer's eyes, seeing the intent glare of a tough opponent, but signaling to her that she's back in this fight and not about to be intimidated.

The low incandescent lights from the ceiling above the ring cast a warm yellow glow that shows a light coating of sweat starting to form on the shoulders of each of the girls, giving them both a lovely glisten as they circle. The air seems heavy with a slightly stale beer smell, though some slow-turning overhead fans keep a little air moving. The fans are clearly enjoying this opportunity to see two beautiful bodies at work in the ring.

After struggling to survive, Charlize has regained her typical poise and confidence as the bell sounds to end the round. As Jen gives a final push off the lanky South African, she snarls, "You won't be so lucky next round."

As the girls are seated in their corners, the fans are able to size up the contenders at rest. Both gorgeous, Charlize presents long lean lines but with some significant muscle and broad, square shoulders. As she catches her breath, her lovely round breasts bob rhythmically beneath her white bikini top and a trail of sweat glistens along its path to her tight tummy. Her red silk shorts ride high on her full, powerful thighs. Despite the reddening of her right cheek, her face still has a serene calmness adorned by pouty, lush lips. Jennifer, not quite as long of body, nonetheless has a sinewy toughness written into her shapely limbs. Her black lycra shorts caress a taut, perfectly rounded butt and accentuate her limber thighs. Breathing heavily at this point more out of excitement than fatigue, she has intensity written in her beautiful eyes and an eagerness to get back to business. Her svelte upper body in black bikini top has perfect tone, and cat-like flexibility, a beautiful sight when in motion.

Slumping over in her corner, Charlize breathes heavily as she tries to make sense of the round just ended while her second, Anita Bodner, a tall leggy redhead with abundant breasts and muscular body, stoops before her, hitching up her tight lime lycra miniskirt, and expressing amazement, "Holy shit, Charley! You planning to make it an early evening? I haven't seen you so cold in ages. Snap out of it girl, before you get your head knocked off!"

"I know, I know," mumbles Charlize as Anita splashes her face and wipes her down. "The little twit just came in too fast, and I wasn't ready. Don't worry."

"Why should I worry?" Anita laughs, "You're the one getting your brains mashed. How about some movement out there! Stick the jab and open her up."

But Anita does worry! There's a big part for Charlize riding on this bout, and Anita would certainly be a significant extra in whatever film Charlize would land. And though she could pretty easily get used to being Jennifer's love slave for the weekend, she was hoping the side bet would work in her favor and Jennifer would be at HER service. That would be sweet indeed!

Across the ring, Jennifer sits eagerly on her stool talking to her second, who's rubbing down her arms and sweet legs, "Did you see how I got to her? This bitch is mine! She's going down, baby! She's going down hard!"

"Oh, I hear ya, sweet cakes! You're lookin' goood out there, girl. Keep it coming and she won't know what hit her!"

Ginger shakes her short, straight, jet black hair, cut in a severe, but eye-catching diagonal across her forehead, and chuckles a bit. Her strong hands lovingly massage Jen's thighs and calves, as she readies her girl for the next round. She loves the feel of Jen's slick, warm legs in her hands, and imagines the good time they'll have after her victory. This role for Jen would mean a trip to Monte Carlo for both of them where filming would begin. In form-fitting black capri's and a tight leather bodice, Ginger has many of the fans checking out her incredible butt and wondering what it would be like to go at it with her. They can dream! Ginger belongs to Jennifer! Jen is taking long deep breathes, her cute breasts heaving in her bikini top, as she psyches herself for action.

All around the ring, fans are chattering about the surprising events of the first round. With some big money riding on both sides, no one's sure who'll come out a winner now. Could many of them been wrong in thinking that Charlize would handily put away Garner? Sid Sizer, the movie mogul promoting this fight - and offering the film contract to the winner - is a little curious himself. Either way, though, he figures he'll win, as he certainly expects that both Charlize and Jennifer will be most appreciative of his efforts. Absent-mindedly smacking his lips, he thinks of Charlize's long legs and Jennifer's pouty lips, and his toes curl in lusty delight.

Not everyone, though, is having such pleasant thoughts, as a few of those who had bet on Charlize are yelling through their beer, "Let's see a fight, Theron. You thought you were so hot? Hit the bitch this time!"

Jen spits, the girls replace their mouthpieces, the bell sounds, and they come out for Round 2.

Round 2

Once again, Jen moves quickly to the middle and past, her brunette hair sailing behind and her arms cocked for action. Charlize, not wanting to get caught in the corner again, moves out faster this time, takes a quick last-second skip to the left, allowing Jen almost to race by her, giving her a quick chop to the lower back as she scoots by. Jen immediately slams on the brakes, faces Charlize, and the girls circle.

Charlize starts to play her jab, but before she is allowed to set up too well and get into her routine, Jen launches a furious flurry of quick shots to middle, none of them overwhelming in themselves, calculated to have an accumulated effect. Jen figures if she can tap the tank early enough, Charlize won't have the spunk to come back. Charlize's tough abs absorb the blows pretty well, but when Jen's gloves hook around to the kidneys, Charlize is feeling some pain. Her face shows more than a little distress and plenty of bewilderment, as she winces with the succession of blows. Jen backs her up to the ropes, but as soon as Charlize realizes where she is, she reacts. It's not a pretty ballet move, but her strong legs allow her to dance to the right and get her back to the middle of the canvas.

Her fans cheer this escape, while Anita's breasts straining against her lime lycra and forearms pulsing as she clenches her fists in tension as she leans into the ring shouting, "Wake up Charley! Hit the friggin' tramp!"

Several of Charlize's backers roll their eyes in upset but Jen's admirers shout their satisfaction at her intensity, and Sid finds himself getting hard as he watches her butt tighten each time she lands some leather on Charlize's middle. "Oh, yeah!" he moans softly, "Move that thing!"

Ginger calls out from her corner, "Stick it to her, stick it to her, girl! Finish her, finish her!" Like an excited schoolgirl, legs together in her tight black Capri's, elbows bent and hands quickly clapping at her chest, Ginger hops up and down in a fast giddy dance, as twenty sets of eye behind her admire her full, beautiful ass and tight waist, cinched by her black bodice.

Charlize brings Ginger's dance to an abrupt halt as she finally unloads a right cross, that stops the attack, but does no damage, followed by a left hook that gets blocked. Charlize ends flatfooted, and Jennifer, on her toes and dancing away from the hook, moves in with her own combination up top. Before Charlize get her left back in place, Jen launches a right cross that connects solidly with Charlize's jaw. A collective "OOOH!" goes up from the crowd. A look of pain flickers across Charlize's skull as she instinctively reaches forward, trying to wrap up Jennifer in a clinch. Using her height and greater weight, Charlize pretty well leans on Jennifer, tying up her arms, collecting herself, even managing to use her height advantage to land a couple of sly uppercuts that pop back Jennifer's head, though without too much impact.

Twice the ref moves in to separate the fighters. What happens at the second separation is still a subject of debate. As the ref gets his arms in between the girls, Charlize steps back, flat-footed, and Jennifer reaches high over the ref's arm to deliver a round-house right that almost grazes the ref, but hits hard against Charlize's already swelling left cheek. It's hard to say whether it is the punch itself or the ref's leg getting entangled with Charlize's that sends her down, but with a THUD, her cute red silk shorts hit the canvas as her arms fly back behind her to break partially the fall. Her head stays aloft, but she takes several long, slow blinks and shakes her head a bit, as though to check what's rattling.

Seeing Theron go down, Jennifer gives a little triumphal pump of her right arm and takes an involuntary hop with excitement before snarling, "Shake your ass at THAT bitch!" before stepping backward into a neutral corner as, around the ring, fans are on their feet, some cheering Jennifer, others pleading for Charlize to get up.

“One! Two!" counts the ref, his right arm sweeping the heavy air.

"Charley, shake it off! You're OK, shake it off, and get yourself up!" pleads Anita from her corner, her muscular arms draped over the ropes, a vision of power in tight lime green lycra.

Across the ring, Ginger screams out, "Way to go, baby! Bring it all home to Momma now!" She feels a slow, soothing warmth building inside her form-fitting black Capri's, which she relishes briefly, pressing her hands low along her tummy and smiling with love for her gladiator.

"Three! Four!" Charlize is shaken, but has had time to assess the situation. She knows she's not badly hurt, but has to wonder what she's doing sitting on the mat. Sitting comfortably as though sunning herself at the beach, knees pointing up, gloves behind her and propping her long upper body, she looks blankly around then focuses on a vaguely familiar face. Thin brown-grey hair atop a long narrow head with glasses, the face is licking his lips.

"Five!" Charlize feels a little stinging in her jaw and has a salty taste in her mouth. The "face" is standing behind a lime-green redhead, his hands on her hips, leaning slightly against her, as the redhead yells toward her.

She hears, "Charley, get up!" and "Six..." then pushes herself to her knees, blinking as she looks around and sees Sid Sizer leering beside Anita. She realizes she has a fight to continue and the fans behind her enjoy the sight of the long line of her hamstrings as they power her to her feet and the way her cute red shorts clinging snugly to her lushly rounded ass.

"Oh, ya ready for more, bitch?" taunts Jennifer, gloves on hips.

"Seven! Eight!"Charlize is fully on her feet, the counting stops, and the ref checks that Charlize has her senses.

"Get ready to kiss the mat!" hisses Jennifer, as Charlize reaches full height and takes a bounce or two to feel her legs.

Jen is ready to explode from the corner when the ref motions them together, and luckily hears Anita's direction to "cover up and move" and she does just that, her long forearms and gloves effectively protecting her head and upper body, and some motion keeping Jen from landing anything serious. With no target on top, Jen goes downstairs, but Charlize's well-toned abs can absorb the shots pretty well. With less than a minute in the round, the crowd senses that an early knockout has been averted, and they watch two beautiful bodies at work. Taking some shots to the body, Charlize realizes Jen has thrown caution to the wind, and has left herself open.

Without telegraphing, Charlize releases a straight right from her cover-up position that connects above Jen's left eye and forehead. This pops Jen back a step, gloves still low, and Charlize takes a strong step forward, cocks her right, and unloads again, finding the left cheek and nose. A trickle of blood appears from Jen's nostril, some of it dripping on her breast above her black bikini top. The crowd jumps up again. Startled by the shot, Jennifer puts up her guard, but not before Charlize follows around with a sweeping left that hooks into her right temple with a sting. Jennifer's legs wobble a bit as she half retreats, half falls back toward the ropes behind her. She uses their spring to bounce off and sidestep away from Charlize, back toward the center of the ring.

Anita elbows Sizer off her backside and jumps up, cheering, "Yaaaaah, Charley! Wooooo-hoooo! Beat the shit out of her!"

Ginger snaps to attention, out of her reverie, as her whole body tenses. Twenty pairs of eyes enjoy the sight of her magnificent glutes taut with intrigue! Clock ticking down, Charlize circles, snapping her jab, sweat pouring down her broad shoulders, and waiting for the bell. It sounds, ending round 2.

Ginger springs into the ring, fans Jen with a towel, stops the bleeding from Jen's nose, and encourages her girl: ""w, she just got a lucky shot in near the end. Don't let it worry you!" She rubs down Jen's shoulders and arms, fingers quickly massaging the pliant muscles, then moves to Jen's calves and thighs, finishing with a slap on the firm outer thigh. Kneeling in front of her and leaning slightly between Jen's knees, Ginger lightly runs her two hands along the line of Jen's jaw, holding her face gently.

Ginger looks deeply, lovingly, into Jen's dark eyes as her fingers trace Jen's cheeks and their heads touch imperceptibly. "Hey, girl," she whispers to Jen. "Yer doin' great. Keep dancing and stay away from her jab. Go in hard when she drops her right."

Jen winks at her and brushes her glove across the straight black hair sloping across Ginger's dark eyes. Onlookers imagine they see Ginger pursing her lips slowly in motion of a kiss. Ginger straightens up, adjusting her tight Capri's along the sweep of her full hips, and stands a little behind Jennifer, her hands carefully on Jen's right shoulder as they wait for the bell. The fans near the corner thrill at the sight of two exquisite bodies in momentary repose.

Meanwhile, Anita has been applying ice to Charlize's cheek, and repeatedly telling her fighter, "Time to wake up, Charley. Time to wake up!"

Charlize rinses the blood out of her mouth and wonders that she has allowed Jennifer to control most of the first two rounds. While not worried about the points Jennifer has accumulated, she certainly had wanted to make more of a "first impression" on Sizer, who, at this point, is probably more taken with Anita than with the fight.

"Yeah, I got it," answers Charlize, nodding her head and noticing that some of Jen's blood has splattered on her white bikini top. She crinkles her nose in annoyance and makes a mental note, "I'm gonna put that bitch's lights out now!"

Though not breathing too heavily - a tribute to her fine training, she sweats liberally so that her whole upper body is glistening in the dull light and her cute red silk shorts are clinging to her gorgeous legs. She absent-mindedly taps her gloves together above her lap, the motion rippling her solid pecs and setting her breasts hypnotically in motion beneath the blood-stained white bikini.

"I hope you 'got it'!" answers Anita, because I don't want us to disappoint this lizard Sizer. "Be ready for another fast attack. Move with her. You got her range, now. So start picking her apart. Sit the mutha down on her sweet ass!"

Anita stands, the strong muscles of her ripped shoulders and arms pop to life as she gives a quick "one, two" punch motion to encourage Charlize, who giggles, "Hey, we should put YOU in the ring!"

"Ya better believe I'd love to go a few with Ginger and Garner. Fuck 'em both up bad," grumbles Anita.

Stepping back through the ropes, she amazes the fans near her corner with the size and shape of her powerful thighs bulging beneath her tight green lycra dress. From the floor she reaches through the ropes and slowly kneads the muscles of Charlize's neck and shoulders, her strong hands working hard against the slick sweat-drenched slope of Charlize's fantastic body. She closes her eyes briefly as she inhales the rich, thick smell of Charlize's body, combining with odor of her moist leather gloves and the heavy air of the bar.

Sizer wastes no time in resuming his position behind Anita, leaning over her shoulder, weasel body against her muscular torso, and grabbing a handful of tight, hot ass under green lycra. Anita rolls her eyes in disinterest and continues to minister to Charlize's massage.

Seconds before the bell sounds, from across the ring a fan of Jennifer yells over, "Hey Theron, go back to Africa and learn how to fight, ya pussy!"

A murmur of laughter goes up from the corner as Ginger mimics in reply, "Yeah, Petunia, get ready to kiss some canvas!"

Round 3

At the sound of the bell, the laughter falls silent and cheering starts with a rush as Jennifer rockets out from her corner, launching a right cross as soon as she reaches her lanky opponent. Charlize, already poised for the attack blocks the punch and counters with a couple of fast jabs that slip over Jennifer's glove and slap solidly against her lip and jaw, bringing the charge to a quick halt. Right hand snug against her own jaw, Charlize continues to flick the jab, deftly finding her target by coming in high over Jen's gloves and connecting with the brunette's right temple. With Charlize covered pretty well up-top, Jennifer, dancing left away from the jab, sends a solid right hook that smashes down and across Charlize's left breast, pancaking the mound of firm flesh and causing her to flinch in pain.

Several dozen fans shout their approval as Charlize retreats a few steps, presses her right glove to her blood-stained white bikini top, and takes a moment to get over the sting in her bosom. Jen wastes no time, however, in rifling several shots to Charlize's mid-section. Her solid abs absorb the body shots pretty well, despite Jennifer's furious effort and Jennifer finishes the flurry with a left upper-cut, that - fortunately for Charlize - deflects off the arm still supporting her throbbing breast. This near-miss gets Charlize back on her toes, puffing out her cute red silk shorts with each little bounce.

As Jennifer pulls back from that left-upper cut, Charlize takes an opportunity to deliver a straight right that lands squarely above Jennifer's left eye, leaving the start of a welt and causing her eye to tear. Charlize steps in with a left to the body just above the line of Jen's tight black lycra shorts. Jen’s ripped abs have no trouble with the blow, but it lands with enough force to knock her back a couple of steps. Seeing an opportunity, Charlize continues to step in toward Jennifer, now backing toward her own corner, and delivers two quick lefts and a sudden right hook once again to Jennifer's left eye, which is getting a bit puffy. Jen knows she's been hit, and covers up nicely, but when Charlize steps in still closer Jen goes into a clinch with her to slow the girl down.

There, in embrace, two sweaty beautiful bodies in the dull light of the bar, Charlize hisses at Jennifer, "Hope you like the taste of my gloves, ya little slut. That's not the only thing you'll be tasting soon."

Jen lets her weight rest on Charlize's arms as they clinch, pulling the tall blonde toward her and allowing her to share in the slick feel of Jen's profusely sweating shoulders, arms, and supple torso. Both fighters inhale the heavy aroma of bodies in overdrive and feel the heat of one another's presence. As the ref comes partially between them to separate the girls, the pair half circle with Jennifer pushing Charlize close to the ropes in her corner as they break.

Out of the sound of the boisterous crowd, Charlize hears "Charley! Watch that bitch in the corner!" in Anita's familiar deep voice.

At that moment, as Charlize takes what she expects to be an aggressive stride toward Jennifer, she feels her right ankle catch against something that stops her, pitching her off balance and tumbling her face forward toward the mat. From the floor beside the turnbuckle, Ginger quickly releases Charlize's ankle, withdraws her arm and looks innocently away.

"Noooooooooo!" bellows Anita, seeing what's about to happen. On her way down, Charlize falls into a powerful upswinging right glove of Jennifer, who finishes the sneak attack with a left boot to the ribs as she ‘stumbles’ over Charlize who sprawls dazed on the canvas.

The crowd is on its feet, some in outrage, others enjoying the knockdown, seeing Charlize's regal body outstretched and limp, her chest heaving in trauma as she slowly rolls over. Sizer's hand reaches toward his crotch as he adjusts his swelling and enjoys the sensation; his ferret eyes ogling Charlize's long, luxurious legs and perky upturned breasts. Anita impulsively brushes Sizer aside, lunges under the ropes and is almost halfway across the ring before she is upright and bearing down on Jennifer. Her thickly muscled thighs stretch her green lycra mini to its limits as she powers her way across the ring, red-hair flowing like a pennant behind her. Roughly grabbing Jennifer by her sweaty shoulder and spinning her around to face her, Anita cocks back her other thickly muscled arm and sends a bare-knuckled blow into Jennifer's jaw that lifts her off her feet and crashing to the mat. The ref, who had begun the count over Charlize, sees Jennifer hit the mat and, confused, he stops the count as he tries to make sense of the scene with two boxers now on their backs before him, Jennifer bleeding profusely from her swollen lip.

Without pause, Anita dives between the ropes after Ginger, who is doing her best to slip into the crowd. She doesn't make it as Anita catches the back of the retreating Ginger's tight black Capri's, and with a powerful tug yanks her backward, her arms and legs flopping wildly like a puppet. In the fierce pulling that takes place as Ginger tries to escape, the Capri's rip straight down the back, and with a laugh Anita pulls the flimsy fabric - now in shreds - down below Ginger's knees, pretty well tying up any getaway. Ready to trip, Ginger kicks off her sandals and quickly frees her legs. Ginger stands baffled in a black leather thong, revealing her amazing ass to an even more surprised crowd - and facing Anita who holds her shredded Capri's brandishing them proudly before hurling them into the wildly cheering audience.

With that, Anita springs at Ginger, grabbing her neck at the base of the skull. Muscular legs apart and firmly planted for support, Anita drives Ginger's face down into the edge of the mat beside them. BOOM! Once....THUD! Twice... and finally CRASH! Three times in rapid succession, her huge biceps flexing impressively in the effort. Blood gushing from her nose and into her mouth, Ginger collapses into one of the chairs along the ring.

"There's more where that came from, sweetie, if you fuck with us again."Having handled this business, Anita hops back into the ring where both Charlize and Jen are slowly regaining their senses. Jen has rolled over onto her stomach, and her cute butt in her tight black lycra shorts is angled slightly into the air as her knees start to lift her. Slowly, she braces herself now on her elbows, blood dripping from her lip. Charlize, rolled to her side, is also starting to push herself upright, and Anita reaches beneath Charlize's shoulders to lift her gently toward her feet. While doing so, a slightly premature bell clangs loudly several times to end the melee and allow Anita to support Charlize back to her corner. Jennifer, too, carefully regains her feet and stumbles awkwardly back to her corner, where she waits for a helpful fan to put out her stool as bouncers position themselves around the ring to make sure the fight can continue without further incident.

With the crowd starting to settle down, Sid Sizer sidles over toward Anita, momentarily on the barroom floor getting Charlize's water. "Ohhh, my!" he gushes, running his slimy hands over Anita's magnificently muscled triceps and forearm, "You are quite the tiger!"

Spinning around angrily, "Keep your dick in your pants, Sizer. Listen, you told me we would have a fair fight. I knew I couldn't trust that mynx as far as you could throw her! I shouldn't have been such a dope," her words trailing off as she pulls away.

She hops into the ring, and positions herself in front of Charlize and asks, "How are you feeling, hon?"

"Well, I've been better, but I think I'm OK. Really walked into that last punch!"

"Fell into it, hon. You fell into it," chuckles Anita, wiping down the slightly swollen features of Charlize's face. "You look alright. But let's not prolong this. You're not usually gettin' hit this much.!

"Yeah, I'm OK!" Charlize leans over, spits into her bucket, starts to take some deep breaths to fill her head with oxygen and squares back her broad lovely shoulders. "I'm putting her away," she promises herself.

On the other side of the ring, Ginger has come to, and with the help of a bouncer slips into a tight pair of pink hotpants he's offered her. "Looking good, sweet stuff!"

"Oh, yeah, gimme somma THAT!" whoop a few half-drunk fans around her as she lifts herself dizzily into the ring, and with one hand clutching a compress tightly against her own nose as she wipes down Jennifer and plugs her bleeding lip.

"Just messy, no damage," offers Jennifer, looking at the blood that has dripped onto her thighs. But Ginger doesn't like the swelling taking place around Jen's left eye, where Charlize has tagged her a few times.

"Yeah, well, this ain't no beauty contest, girl. Fuckin' better believe Charlize won't be a pretty girl after this, either," Ginger laughs. "Listen, this is your round. You've landed a lot of leather. She's hurtin' and you're faster than she is. Keep movin' and get under her. Get under her. Uppercut! Uppercut!" Ginger rubs Jen's heavily sweating shoulders, pressing her fingers hard into the tight muscle around her neck.

Jennifer coos, "Ooooohhhhh," in relief as Ginger’s talented fingers releive her stress.

Then toweling off the blood on Jennifer's lovely thighs, she gives a little extra squeeze as her fingers slowly trace her inner thigh. "Mmmm," Ginger whispers. "She's all yours, girl. Go get her!"

Given an extra couple of minutes after the melee for both sides to recoup, the bell finally sounds to start round four.

Round 4

Both girls come out a little more slowly this time, as though with a dutiful sense that "This is the round!" with a workman's purposefulness and patience. Both on their toes and with pretty good legs under them, they circle and trade some jabs. Following up on one of Charlize's deflected jabs, Jen first unloads a short, fast right uppercut that gets tied up in Charlize's gloves, and an immediate left uppercut aimed at the ribcage. This gets through, knocks some wind out of Charlize, and backs her up a step, but Charlize keeps her gloves up and is able to halt Jen with a couple of stiff jabs when she steps in.

"Pop her, Charley!" yells Anita. "Cut the bullshit!"

Charlize hears her corner and is reminded she's behind on points. So focusing like a laser on the bobbing head in front of her, she stops dancing, sets herself solidly like a South-African brawler, and unloads a straight right cross that finds Jennifer's already swollen left eye. THWACK! sounds loudly across the room. A collective "OOOH!" echoes through the crowd, wincing as though they've felt the shot. Pleased with that, Charlize immediately sends another to the slightly stunned Jennifer, finding her left cheek.

Crinkling her face to brush off the effects, Jen falls back a couple of steps but quickly sets up and circles left dashing off a couple of quick lefts to Charlize's right ribcage. Charlize counters with a left jab that just grazes Jen, who is circling away, but Jen walks right into an immediate right hook to the body. This stops her motion, and before she gets off her own punch, Charlize releases a salvo of two stinging jabs, and a right cross that is mostly deflected, but pushes the smaller Jen into a wide left hook that hits solidly in the temple. Stunned at this barrage, Jen lurches forward at Charlize, to tie her up and catch a break. The taller Charlize manages to push Jen off, even before the ref needs to break them up, and her long, strong arms deliver a couple more jabs as they break. Jen throws a deflected right, then comes back in to wrap up Charlize's arms.

"Drop her, Charley! Drop her!" yells Anita excitedly, her full breasts heaving beneath the thin cover of the lime-green lycra miniskirt that had won her so many new admirers this night.

Jen embraces Charlize hugging her sensuous waist like an old friend at a reunion, with her gloves tight on the small of Charlize's back, just above her cute red silk shorts and well-rounded glutes. Charlize's arms are temporarily pinned to her side, in Jen's clasp, as Jen rests her head on Charlize's sweaty bosom, both girls breathing hard. The ref steps in and manages to break the fighters apart, getting some blood on his shirt in the process. Still wobbly and not wanting to mix it up, Jen gets her gloves up to her ears, elbows out front, and takes a retreating step or two, with Charlize matching each step and throwing leather from side to side off Jennifer's gloves, pitching her head back and forth like a bobble-doll, but having no serious damage.

When she runs out of room at the ropes, Jen leans back into them for support, shoulder blades sinking against the top rope. Charlize delivers a few more deflected hits to the head, then offers a furious right and a left into Jen's open middle, the force of which doubles Jen over and has her almost sitting on the middle rope. Instinctively her arms wrap around the top rope to catch her fall, and as she bobs there, arms wide apart, Charlize sets herself on her powerful lithe legs, left foot forward, reaches back with her right and uncorks it into Jennifer's dangling head, shooting Jen's mouthpiece into the air as her head snaps back, her arms release from the top rope, and her body crumples forward. The crowd jumps up with excitement.

"Way to go, Charlize!" someone yells as others began a chant, "Char-lize! Char-lize! Char-lize!" But before Charlize can deliver another shot, the ref moves in to begin a standing eight count.

“One! Two!” he counts with Jennifer momentarily sitting on the middle rope before lurching toward the mat, her knees hitting first. She kneels for a few seconds before she keels forward, her arms out in front; catching her, bracing her shaken body like a black lycra-clad pony ready to give a wobbly ride. “Three! Four!”

Still in that position at the count of four, Ginger screams over, "Suck it up, hon, you're OK!"

By "Six" she's lifted herself off her gloves, kneeling upright, but with head still and eyes toward the mat, drops of sweat gathering at her knees. Happily, the bell ending the round relieves the drama of the moment, and with Charlize giving a defiantly taunting right uppercut into the air and shouting, "Kiss my ass, pretty thing!"

Ginger rushes out to help her girl up to her feet and toward her corner. Fans enjoy her pink hot pants, tight against her glorious butt. Helping Jen onto the stool, Ginger comforts her with feigned enthusiasm.

"Just a lucky shot or two," she offers. "Won't mean a thing. You're way ahead on points. Just don't let her set up and be careful of her long reach." Jen nods gamely, shaking off the pounding she's feeling along her jaw and temple, and wincing when Ginger applies some ice to her swollen left eye. Some fans behind her encourage, "Kick her ass, this round, Jen!"

Meanwhile, Charlize hits her corner feeling good about the fight for the first time, not over-confident, but thinking she's scored some points and put a hurt on Jennifer. Breathing hard from letting her fists fly so much, she stretches out her long silky legs, slick with sweat, leans back against the turnbuckle, and enjoys the air that Anita fans in her direction.

Sid Sizer sidles up to the edge of the ring, and playfully stroking Anita's calf and ankle above him, smiles up to Charlize: "Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm, hot thing! You're looking good out there. Yeah, a gal with your fire can bring a lot to some of the movie roles I have in mind. I know I'll enjoy working with you and Miss Anita here!" He smirks as his hand travels higher along Anita's muscular thigh as she dabs Charlize's face, stepping out of his reach and giving her head a "this guy doesn't give up" disdainful toss, her red hair flipping softly. Leaning into Charlize, Anita reminds her, "OK, you set the pace now. Stay focused. Keep jabbing till you open her up again," as the bell sounds.

Round 5

Jennifer comes out cautiously, Charlize with more confidence moving quickly toward her opponent and flicking a couple of jabs that barely graze, but seem to signal "I'm in charge." But as though to confound that assertion, Jennifer suddenly lowers her head a bit as she moves right into Charlize and flails both arms in fast repeated arcs hitting the lanky lass indiscriminately up and down the sides of her body from shoulders to waist. Hardly doing any damage, but putting on quite a show, her opening punches THWACK off Charlize's sides and reach around to her lower back, till Charlize returns the favor, and both girls are toe to toe wailing away, arms flying furiously, rocking one another from side to side as they deliver or receive their shots. The crowd is loving it. "Yeaaaah, baaaby! Knock her socks off! Put our her lights!"

More brawl than "sweet science" the wild exchange continues, sweat flying in all directions, till Jennifer lands a lucky left off the side of Charlize's head as she is ducking low from an earlier right. It jolts her momentarily and has her step back from the flying fists. Anita is clearly exasperated, yelling, "Charley get yer dumb ass back in form. You're fighting like a girl, fa-Chrisssake!"

Jen is not about to let Charlize just walk away though, and she comes charging right in again. This time, though, her second punch flies wild right under Charlize's armpit. Off balance, she falls right into Charlize's waiting arms and finds her face flat against the lovely blonde's sweaty chest. Charlize wraps her left arm around Jen's neck, pushing her nose further into her bosom, while she delivers a couple of hard, quick rights to Jen's kidney. The ref moves in to break them up, but not before Charlize spins Jennifer into a side headlock, takes a few steps dragging her along, then pushes her head down toward the right knee, which she delivers crisply upward to greet Jen's nose. With that, she releases Jen, who stumbles a few steps forward re-gaining her balance and leaving a trail of blood flowing liberally from her nose.

"Holyyyy-shit!" mumbles Sizer, growing hard in excitement.

"Hey, you fuckin' bitch!" screams Ginger. "FOUL!!!"

She scrambles through the ropes, pink hot pants brushing the ropes as she heads towards Charlize. Anita sees Ginger making this move and reacts quickly, lunging under the ropes, muscular buttocks flexing to action, bounding to her feet, and on the run delivering an incredible clothesline to Ginger - also running - a step before she reaches Charlize. The crowd stares wide-eyed and hoots its enjoyment of the melee. The impact to her neck lifts her high off her feet and propels her sharply backward, crashing full force onto her back several feet away. Anita pounces on Ginger’s quivering body, kneels on her arms in a schoolboy pin, her lime-green lycra skirt hiked high near her crotch, revealing magnificently muscled thighs. From his vantage point, Sizer continues to moan, "Holyyyy-shit!" in amazement and longs to be crushed by those shredded thighs.

Wanting to leave nothing to chance, Anita raises her powerful right arm high, making a fist, and smashes it down into Ginger's jaw. "Holyyy-shit!" Behind Anita's powerful form, Ginger's legs flop once and then lie limp. She's out cold. Anita shifts off the minx, pushes her over the side of the ring, casually adjusts her lime-green lycra, stretched to the limit over her bounteous breasts and hard glutes, and strides back to her corner, saying, "Well, that should keep her in HER place for a while!"

Jen - still dripping blood - Charlize, and the ref have been idle spectators to this quick encounter, startled as the others. But with the show over, they get right back to their own business. Charlize sets up, bouncing her weight lightly from toe to toe, and waits for Jen to approach. Jen does, semi-dazed, and steps into a hard, straight right, spewing more blood from her already painful nose. Her gloves are down, and Charlize flicks three jabs, each one snapping Jen back a step, and then powers home a wide right that slams Jen's temple, and lands her on the ropes, leaning over them and dripping blood. She weakly lifts herself off, turns around, and walks into another right that knocks her mouthpiece to the mat.

Jen bounces off the rope, lurches forward and catches herself against Charlize, pretty well relying on the other fighter for any support. The two slick, shiny bodies, however, don't allow much traction, and Jen is slowly sliding down Charlize's front. With gloves embracing Charlize's sensuous back, Jen tries in vain to grab the strings of her bloodied white bikini top as she tries feebly to regain her feet. But in one final slip as she pushes off Charlize's slippery chest, her face falls into Charlize again, this time, though, her jutting chin hooking on catching the string between the tiny white triangles of the top.

Charlize pushes Jen off into the ropes, and it's not until the ref steps in to give Jen a standing eight count that Charlize realizes the reason for all the whooping from the audience. She looks down and finds herself standing there in topless surprise, her hard, jutting nipples saluting the crowd and glistening under a coating of sweat.

"Oh, great!" she thinks to herself, really still more intent on how things are going with Jen.

During the count, Jennifer somehow pulls herself up straight and let's the ref know what planet she's on, so he signals the fight to continue, and she takes a timid step toward the middle. Charlize, never a shrinking violet and certainly always mindful and proud of her physical charms, casts a quick glance down at her tits in their new-found freedom, softly shrugs her shoulders, and then gets back in fight form, squaring herself, and feeling the faint, refreshing coolness of air passing along her nipples. Holding her gloves a little tighter to shield her exposed body, she stalks her prey, long strong legs leading to a rather hopeless Jen. What a picture of regal beauty: tightly toned body, shimmering in sweat, sensuous long muscles poised for action, heart-breakingly lush ass working wonders under her snug red-silk boxers, lithe waist rising to serene breasts. The fans are mesmerized by her presence.

From outside the ring, a groggy Ginger is coming-to enough to see that Jen's in trouble. "Cover and hang on, Jen," she screams and Jennifer hears and obeys.

Gloves up to ears, head tilted downward, elbows out, she waits for Charlize to approach. Charlize bounces a couple of jabs off Jen's gloves and is surprised when Jen throws a sudden straight left out of nowhere that slaps hard against her stiff left nipple, setting Charlize back a step, wincing in pain. Jen is out of gas and covers right back up, giving Charlize an easy target, more punching bag than opponent. She steps in with a right cross and a punishing left hook, bounces a bit on her toes, setting her cute little breasts ajiggle, then continues with two jabs and a right, two more jabs and a right, walking Jen back into the ropes.

Her fans are in chorus: "Char-lize! Char-lize! Char-lize!" With the ref approaching to end the fight, Charlize reaches down low, and using her long strong legs and magnificent back to power her arm, unloads a final right uppercut that lifts Jen off her feet, bounces her off the ropes, dropping her face-first with a huge thud to the mat. Stretched out fully, senseless and bloody, she's out cold.

Ginger lets out a sorrowful moan when her girl falls. Charlize holds both gloves above her head as she does an impromptu little dance of celebration, pumping her arms up and down and skipping lightly from foot to foot. Anita makes her way out, lime green lycra miniskirt revealing every muscle on her ripped frame and tosses a towel over Charlize's naked shoulders. Charlize raises the towel over and behind her head with both hands, sways it back and forth as she sways her own heavenly hips in opposite directions, and lets loose with a few happy "WHOOPS!"

Speaking in Jennifer's direction, she offers, "Never send a girl to do a woman's business!" Then in afterthought she adds, "Ya little shit!"

From the back, Anita wraps her huge arms around Charlize, giving a hug and planting a celebratory kiss on her right cheek. She helps Charlize remove her gloves as the ref moves to center-ring to announce the winner. Ginger crawls through the ropes, still looking fine, though a little bit groggy, in her tight pink hot pants, riding high up the backs of her tanned thighs as she kneels over Jen to help bring her around. She rolls Jen over onto her back and wipes the blood from her face, removes her gloves, holds her limp forearm and strokes it gently. A little color starts to return to Jen's ashen face as the ref quiets the boisterous crowd to announce, "In Five Rounds...the winner by a knockout...the Queen of Clout...the Budda of Bout...the South African Slammer...our very lovely...very sexy...Char....Leeez...THER...OOONNNNN!"

Thunderous applause and shouts of affirmation sound through the bar, as Charlize, now with a thin white half-tee holding her pert breasts snuggly, waves to the crowd and blows some kisses as she stands on the bottom rope and leans out toward her admiring audience.

She yells out, "I just want to thank everyone who bet on me. You have fine taste, lads! And for the rest of you...next time pick a winner!" She laughs and mugs for the crowd.

Jen, meanwhile has opened her eyes. "Whaa.. the fuck..." she mumbles as she spots Ginger ministering to her. Slowly with Ginger's help she sits up, just in time to hear Charlize telling the crowd, "I hope next time they bring me somebody with some fight in her!"

Jen's automatic response is to give Charlize the finger and whine, "Fuuuckeww, bitch!"

Charlize hears her, is not happy, and figures, "This girl just doesn't know how to keep her goddam mouth shut."

With a sudden scowl, she leaps toward Ginger and Jen, bounding toward them in two long stretches of her gorgeous legs. Still on the move, she lands her right foot into Ginger's gut like a place-kicker teeing off from the 20-yard-line, sending her sprawling into the ropes. Anita steps over to make sure Ginger won't be going anywhere. Then, almost in the same motion, Charlize throws her leg over Jennifer and straddles her, riding her with a thud to the mat. Sitting on Jen's chest with her knees on the mat on either side of Jennifer's torso, Charlize gives a little bounce with her cute red silk shorts to puff some air out of Jennifer and let her know who's in charge. Jen quickly lifts her hands to Charlize's silky thighs and rakes them with her fingernails, leaving four red abrasive trails along her quads, and Charlize just as quickly responds by adding weight to Jennifer's chest and slapping her silly with hard open hand WHACKS Jennifer's cheeks...right, left, right, left, right, left.... With the crowd hooting behind her, she grabs Jen's wrists, pins them down near her head and to secure her position, kneels on Jen's biceps to hold her arms helplessly.

"So, whaddya think of this, bitch?" snarls Charlize. "Are you sorry you picked on someone who's tougher than you? And hotter than you? Little piss-ant!? She slaps Jen a few more times, teasingly. "Wish ya kept yer yap shout, little shit?" SLAP! SLAP! "Tell the audience who's the sexiest star in Hollywood? SLAP! "Fuck you!" spits Jen. Another hard slap follows.

"Did you say something?"

"I said, ‘Fuck you!’"

"Well, maybe we can get to that later, little Queenie. But for now..." Charlize hauls off a hard, stinging open-handed right that smacks across the bar.

Sid Sizer, along with the rest around the ring wince as they chuckle. He's hard and hot as he watches Charlize, sexy toned body resting commandingly on her opponent, assert herself over Jen. Keeping her knees on Jen's reddened biceps, Charlize slips her butt up higher along Jennifer's body. Then, guiding her knees forward past Jennifer's shoulders, she comes to rest almost at the neck with only Jen's head visible between Charlize's sweet thighs. Jen squirms a little, but is trapped.

Charlize, in return, wiggles her cute butt in a slow circular motion, grinding near Jennifer's chin, and moaning loudly in jest, "OhhhhhY.ahhhhhYYYYMMMMmmmmmmm...I could get used to this!" as she massages one hand gently on her pelvis.

Sid squirms in response and from the audience a woman yells, "Ride her, cowgirl! Yeee-hawww! I've died and gone to heaven!"

While squeezing her thighs close against Jennifer's ears, bringing some color to Jen's face, Charlize down reaches behind her own back, grabs Jennifer's top and with a mighty yank rips it off her body to howls of laughter. Jen's large hard nipples rise and fall with her heavy breathing and invite Charlize's hand, which lightly cups itself on Jen's breast and begins a slow kneading. After a few moments of this, Charlize squishes herself a little more and uses her long index finger to trace concentric circles around Jen's nipple. Her other hand steals close to her own crotch. Jen closes her eyes enjoying the tingly sensation and glides her own free hand to her tight lycra shorts, where she applies a gentle persistent pressure, that elicits a soft purring.

A sudden slap from Charlize snaps her from her reverie. "Hey, girl, don't get to enjoying yourself too much just yet," she giggles and winks, giving an extra firm rub of Jen's pliant breast. Jen's face calmly breaks into a slow, broad smile, eyes looking deeply to Charlize high above her. Pinned in placed, she pulls her knees up as she tightens her butt inside her snug lycra , and she presses her fingertips insistently between her legs. Her tongue slowly wipes across her upper lip, then darts out twice in lapping motion at the air and toward Charlize pressed against her.

"Yes, my lady," she offers respectfully. "Whatever you say, ma'am!"

She smiles, and Charlize entranced by her pretty eyes and enjoying the warmth beneath her, absent-mindedly strokes Jen's cheek.

The clanging bell and the return of the ring announcer call both girls back to consciousness of the well-entertained crowd. Abruptly, Charlize hoists her lovely body up and tall over Jennifer. She shakes her ass and waves to the crowd, then reaches down to her fallen opponent, tugs her off her back to a sitting position, then waits as Jen lifts herself shakily up. The crowd cheers them both, and Charlize, cupping Jen's tight butt and guiding her toward the edge of the ring, whispers slyly into Jen's ears, "I have plans for YOU, cupcake!" Her tongue flicks Jen's ear. Jen smiles and allows her hand casually to brush several times against Charlize's fleshy inner thigh as they make their way out of the ring. The adoring audience's eyes stay glued to the glamorous pair, drenched in a glistening sweat as taut muscles guide them forward, and joined finally by Anita, powerful in her tight green lycra muscle mini-skirt, and Ginger, voluptuous in pink hot pants as they slip into the warm darkness awaiting them outside the bar.