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Charlize Ten Rounds of Hell Pt 3: The Morning After by jermaine
Although Aisha Tyler and Brooke Burke were all too willing to throw down in the immediate aftermath of Charlize's massacre of Zeta-Jones, Bob, the E! Network bigwig had a better idea; a twenty-four hour break filled with non-stop promotional activity designed to build a huge audience for the next night's broadcast. Staples Center was available for one more night, and the lease was signed in seconds.

Charlize and Aisha, after a night of dreamless slumber, called an 11 AM press conference to review the prior evenings historic, seismic events. And 'seismic' wasn't too strong a word to describe what had happened. Throughout Tinseltown, the fallout was moving like molten lava on a downhill slope.

Cindy Crawford limped out of her bed to learn, via her answering machine, that her services were no longer deemed necessary by the furrier Blackglama. Her severance package had already been wired to her secret Cayman Islands account. But Cindy's association with the fur industry was far from finished.....

At the office of the advertising agency retained by PETA, the account executives were having a field day! The still photos that captured Cindy's low blows and those chronicling Charlize's textbook perfect dissection of the cheater were to become the foundation of an all-out national magazine and billboard program in support of PETA's aggressive anti-fur stance. Overnight, the mole-faced supermodel had been transformed from elegant, sexy symbol of luxurious fur to a disgraced, busted up phony - Charlize's stumbling, helpless fur hag. Justice's verdict had rarely been more absolute - or more inspiring!

Across town, Naomi Campbell forced her way into the last first class seat on an overnight LA-London flight. She couldn't get too far away from the site of her humiliation too soon.

Aisha was all smiles at the press conference as she entertained questions about her plans for Brooke Burke in just under eight hours. But while Aisha was beginning to utter the opening words of her welcome to the gathered press, a few blocks north, Catherine Zeta-Jones had already undergone the first steps of the delicate dental surgery needed to restore her lost teeth. Her response to the gathered paparazzi when they ambushed her at the dental clinic's back door was both seething and violent!

"I'll see all your asses in court, you blood-suckers," she screamed in an amusing lisp caused by her modified smile.

"I've gotta believe Brooke's freshening up her resume," Aisha chuckled. "Because, come tonight folks, she's gonna be looking for work."

"Yeah!" Charlize chimed in. "Don't be surprised tomorrow morning if you see Burke carrying a beat-up suitcase, huddled under a freeway ramp with a sign saying, 'WILL ACT LIKE A LOW-DOWN, CHEATING ASSHOLE FOR FOOD'!"

The assembled reporters laughed out loud at Charlize's verbal zinger, but the merriment was interrupted by a sudden dramatic entrance silenced the revelry. BANG! The door flew open and in stepped a tall, gorgeous woman! Heidi Klum was dressed in an elegant black satin pantsuit, her eyes lined menacingly with a heavy application of mascara, her ears adorned with dramatic diamond drop earrings, her hair slicked back with a liberal dose of styling mousse. She assumed an insouciant, leg forward pose, hands on hips as she trained her intense, laser-beam gaze eyes on Charlize.

"Poor Char; in your euphoria, have you forgotten what I did to you last night? Do not be deceived, Theron. For as you revel in the false glimmer of a tainted victory, one fact stands above all others - you are my personal bitch! And, darling, THAT's the way it's always going to be...," Heidi purred with icy self-assurance.

Charlize rose to respond, her face flushed with anger, but she never got to say a word, as another intruder's entrance interrupted her once more and stole her moment in the spotlight.

"Hey, Fraulein Fuck! You looking for some action? Turn your candy ass around and face your nightmare, bitch!" The voice, as Heidi learned when she turned around, belonged to feisty Playmate of the Year, Carmella DeCesare.

"Forget Theron you two-bit Euro-trash whore!" Carmella continued. "She's proven everything she needs to. But you and me, Heidi? Well, WE have issues.... I'm sure somewhere in the recesses of that feeble mind of yours, you retain the memory of what happened a few years back when Cindy Crawford brought a six-pack of supermodels to do battle with Karen McDougal and six of my Playmate sisters. You were just a behind the scenes goon for Crawford then...guess she didn't trust your candy ass in the ring under the spotlights....well, who can blame her! We all know what happened; K Mac kicked your mole-faced captain's splotchy ass and then pile drove her cover girl grill into the canvas. I see that face of yours gettin' red, Fraulein, you want revenge dont'cha? Well, slut, I'm here; right in your face. Let's get down.....seven new supermodels and seven new Playmates. And if it gets to a seventh and final match, well it'll be just you and me, Heidi-Heidi-Ho...." She paused and Heidi's face took on a dark glower and she bared her fangs. "My, my, my Heidi.....I can see those pearly whites you're baring. Does that nasty sneer mean YES???" Carmella taunted.

Like a viper's lightning fast tongue, Heidi's hand flashed forward and grabbed a fistful of DeCesare's raven-black hair. The furious supermodel yanked Carmella's face toward hers, then expectorated a glob of hot saliva right between Carmella's surprised eyes!

"You're on, Playmate Punk. I will rip you to shreds," Heidi seethed.

Carmella forced Heidi to release her, then coolly reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of rhinestone studded aviator sunglasses.

"My people will call your people!" she mocked, waving a dismissive gesture at the utterly upstaged supermodel.

Heidi wasted no time in leaving the room, following a mere second behind Carmella. DeCesare turn right toward her awaiting limo, Heidi turned left to find hers. In a matter of seconds, phones were ringing at the Playboy Mansion and at Sports Illustrated. The Supermodel-Playmate Rumble II was taking shape rapidly.

Meanwhile, as the press conference got back underway, Aisha Tyler cleared her throat, indulged in a good-natured chuckle, and asked the press, sheepishly...."Any further questions?"

But the room was already less than half empty…there was breaking news to cover.
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During the 24 hours between Charlize Theron's tooth-loosening knockout kick to Catherine Zeta-Jones' mouth and the sounding of the bell that would signify the high energy catspat between Aisha Tyler and Brooke Burke, Bob the intrepid E! Network program executive had been a very busy boy. Despite the rush of publicity and exposure Burke and Tyler had enjoyed, they weren't exactly coast-to-coast household names and Bob felt he needed to recruit a pair of high-profile valet/managers to add a little extra spice to the proceedings. Very provocative, but very vague, TV spots promised that anybody tuning in to the Tyler-Burke slugfest would be rewarded with some very sexy bonus excitement. And as he studied his face in the mirror - with the long slender arms of a very sexy and very nude Summer Altice wrapped around his neck - he felt he'd delivered the goods. He barked at Summer to get dressed and twenty minutes later, the glamorous couple was speeding toward Staples Center.
Already inside, Tyler and Burke were pacing around their respective dressing rooms, indulging in rich fantasies of the humiliating destruction of the other. Brooke was looking her sizzling best, filling a deep purple and turquoise striped thong as only she could; her spectacular breasts and ass showcased in style; her brown eyes blazed with a crazed intensity and her long, flowing hair framed a face frozen in an expression of stony determination. A hundred yards away, Aisha Tyler was pacing like a graceful jungle cat, smacking her left fist into her right palm, breathing so hard her formidable breasts were heaving and swaying provocatively in her revealing white lace one-piece.

Both woman knew the tale of the tape. Aisha was taller, stronger and a year older.....but both understood that despite Aisha's physical advantages, Brooke had one huge advantage in her favor - she had absolutely no conscience! Tyler expected Burke to throw every dirty trick in the book at her - a very thick book - before eventually surrendering or succumbing.

Two hours from the scheduled fight, Bob contacted each warrior by cellphone to pose his idea of special valets/managers to join them for the telecast. Surprisingly, both woman accepted the idea and, within minutes, introductions were made......

Aisha Tyler responded to the rap of Bob's knuckles on her locker room door, opening wide wearing a big grin.

"Aisha Tyler," Bob intoned. "Meet Lucy Liu; your right hand gal for tonight."

"Meet? What you mean MEET?" Aisha laughed. "Me and Luce go waaaay back.....how you doin' girlfriend?" she laughed, bending over to kiss and hug the petite Asian who was a good eight inches shorter than her.

"Bob," Lucy spoke, a sly smile adorning her freckled face. "You can go now....we girls have some strategizing to do!"

He smiled in admiration of Lucy's take charge attitude because she knew great television would result. His stroll down the hall to Brooke Burke's dressing room took a mere twenty seconds and again, almost as soon as his knuckles rapped the steel locker room door a wild-eyed Brooke Burke flung it open and filled the doorway. Her face lit up with joy as she saw the slinky female at Bob's side.

"Eva Friggin' Longoria!" Brooke shouted. "Man, are WE gonna kick Tyler's fat ASS!"

"You know it!" Eva replied, giving the bikini clad bombshell a sisterly hug and a quick squeeze of her full, firm ass!

"Ta-ta, sweet Bob," Eva, cooed. "You may leave us; we have an ambush to plan!" she purred, tugging mischievously at Burke's skintight thong and giving it a loud SNAP! Bob knew tonight's historically large audience would be spellbound. Less than an hour remained to the bell and already among the first patrons to arrive was the glamour couple of Kimberley Conrad Hefner and her handsome, enigmatic escort, one "Jermaine". One entrance over, lurking in the shadows, the duo of Anna Marie Goddard and Tiffany Taylor kept track of Jermaine's every step.....

As the Staples Center filled with high rollers and dignitaries, the very lovey-dovey duo of IRISH and KMac settled in next to Jermaine and Kimberley. One row behind, Blizzard's sweaty hand is clamped on Lisa Mattews' elegant thigh while Danny Boy is demonstrating the impeccable gentlemanly manners which recently won him the affection of Tiffany Fallon, the latest in the line of Playmates of the Year. But the focus, understandably, is on the long entrance walkway leading to the ring where, with considerable fanfare, the locker room doors open simultaneously and The E! Network's surprise is revealed!

From the right corner, Lucy Liu stomped out, releasing a Rebel Yell. Lucy is dressed in a black 'wifebeater' tee and military camo boxers with combat boots and trucker's cap with a largemouth bass insignia on the front. From the opposite end of the arena, strides slinky brunette Eva Longoria, emerging wearing a revealing hot pink teddy with black lace trimmed thigh highs and a fox fur stole. Protruding from her lips she holds a shocking pink cigarette holder.

Two strides behind each valet come the evening's combatants, taking their grim-faced march to the fated spot in this, the fated hour. Brooke's 'Barely Brooke' thong earns her a swirling chorus of catcalls while Aisha Tyler's numerous fans face each other and exchange hi-fives as their warrior-ess advances wearing a black leather maillot that screams, "I'M ALL BUSINESS!"

Tyler's trademark sardonic smirk is nowhere in evidence as the six-footer is deep into 'the zone'. The customary mid-ring lecture - given by guest referee Beyonce Knowles - took just seconds and before anyone realized it, Tyler and Burke had their fingers deep in each other's hair, yanking like crazed beasts on The Discovery Channel! Brooke was the first to release her hair-hold, but she cleverly exploited her position to pump an up-thrust knee into the gap between Aisha's long legs. An OOOOOF escaped Tyler's lips as she bent over slightly. Burke scurried back quickly, then with unexpected dexterity she executed a picture perfect spin kick that struck with precise accuracy on Aisha's chin! Lucy Lui's jaw dropped in new-found admiration for Burke's athleticism as she saw Tyler reeling backwards in pain and shock.

Brooke continue her dazzling display of cunning, dropping to the floor and chopping Tyler down with a textbook perfect leg-whip. The BOOM that echoed through the building was the impact of Aisha's plump booty on the tightly stretched canvas as she fell back onto the middle row. Burke rushed to her feet and uncorked an NFL quality punt to Tyler's very vulnerable chin. However, Aisha's reflexes were still sharp and Burke's fast moving foot barely missed by an inch. Sensing the need to stem her enemy's momentum, a groggy Aisha rolled out under the bottom rope onto the (relative) safety of the ring apron.

Hands on hips, Brooke retreated to her corner, enjoying a smug chuckle with Eva as she awaited Tyler's return. Aisha made eye contact with Lucy Liu in the corner and, although no words were exchanged, communication occurred. Tyler's inner tiger had heard the alarm clock going off, finally, and was rousing to action. Aisha climbed through the ropes and resumed the fight, which an onrushing Brooke Burke was eager to resume. Brooke's next attack was a karate chop to the neck - and only a last second flick of the wrist blocked the blow before it connected. Still undeterred, Brooke strode forward and again landed a stinging knee to Aisha's womanhood.

"Pound that pussy!" Eva Longoria shouted gleefully.

Reacting like a wounded grizzly, Aisha swung her paw…er fist…around wildly. The blow caught Brooke squarely in the ear and the bikini babe stumbled back awkwardly; dazed, allowing Aisha room to advance. The statuesque warrior took a confident step forward, balled up her fist and landed a sledgehammer shot to Burke's world-class belly. Hurt, but still game, Burke reached up and raked her nails across Aisha's eyes, which brought a chorus of outraged boos from the crowd. Her response? Do it again! The blood flow occurring at multiple places under Aisha's eyes demonstrated the effectiveness of her tactics. But Aisha pressed forward undeterred, even more so the wounded grizzly, and grabbed a handful of Burke's hair.

With a blood-chilling grunt and a savage twist of the wrist, Tyler flung Brooke to the floor like a rag doll. The surprised brunette landed on her hands and knees only to be greeted by a brutal kidney stomp that sent her face first into the canvas. While Brooke tasted a mouthful of fabric, Aisha dashed toward the ropes on the far side of the ring, catapulted off with speed and power and leapt headlong toward her prostrate foe, her left elbow cocked menacingly. The elbow drop was a work of art, and as it landed with savage accuracy at the point where the backbone connects to the neck, both combatants knew that the evening's verdict was no longer in doubt. Aisha rose to her full height and grabbed a towel thrown by Lucy to wipe the blood flow from her lacerated face.

While Brooke writhed and groaned. Aisha grabbed her archenemy's wrists, planted a foot in between Burke's shoulder blades, and pull back hard. It was a perfect, old school surfboard submission hold, and the piercing screams escaping Brooke's straining lips spoke volumes about its effectiveness. Knowing her fighter was seconds away from a humiliating verbal submission, Eva Longoria invaded the ring, wrapped her fox stole around Aisha's eyes and nose and yanked backward. The crowd cheered as it became clear that the petite brunette's shenanigans would have no influence on Aisha's concentration and strength. A nanosecond later, Lucy Lui would begin teaching the treacherous Eva a hard lesson as she yanked Eva backward by the hair, loosening her grip on the fur. She sent her careening backwards into the ropes, then patiently waited while Eva bounced helplessly right into a huge uppercut. Eva hit the ground like a ton of bricks.

Meanwhile, Aisha was enjoying taunting the egomaniacal Burke. "You give, Whore?" she demanded. "I can easily snap your spine and DO NOT THINK I wouldn't enjoy it."

"K-i-s....s m-m-my a...,." Burke replied weakly. As Aisha cranked up the pressure even more, Brooke's face turned beet red in a mask of total fear and agony.

Meanwhile, Eva's education began with 'Bitchslapping 101' as Lucy's bony backhand brought instant color to Eva's pale cheeks. Once Lucy was satisfied that Eva's big brown eyes were permanently crossed, it was time to move on. Two strong hands and impeccable technique ripped Eva's flimsy teddy right down the middle and as the discarded pink fabric drifted slowly to the canvas, the 'Desperate Housewife' was desperately naked.

"Titty Torture Time!!" Lucy declared in a maniacal voice that raised goose bumps on Longoria's alabaster skin. And as she pinched each rock hard nipple between her thumb and index finger, Lucy continued her clinic. Sixty seconds later, Eva was way, way, way beyond desperate.

In mid-ring, Aisha was pulling Brooke's arms almost out of their shoulder sockets. Kicking her legs hopelessly, the red faced villainess still refused to admit defeat.

"Y'all cue the Donald!" Aisha shouted although no more than a handful of privileged patrons understood the meaning of her cryptic comment. "OK, bitch; you're starting to BORE me," Aisha sneered and with that, kicked her muscles into the next gear. It only took a second to render the desired result.

"AAAAARRRRRRRGGHHHHHH! STOP. I QUIT. PLEASE. I BEG YOU!" Brooke shouted.

"Did you say QUIT, Sweet Cheeks??" Aisha asked mockingly, relaxing her grip.

On the Jumbotron screen overhead, the scowling face of Donald Trump appeared, frozen by a pause button. Aisha calmly raised a finger and gave the signal and the face of Trump came to life.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Burke, I'm afraid I cannot accept your resignation at this time," the Donald intoned in his annoying, yet inimitable style. "I'm afraid it's too little too late. Sorry bitch but….YOU'RE FIRED!"

The roof nearly came off of Staples Center as Aisha let Brooke' limp body rest. She raised her long arms in victory, turning around to enjoy the spectacle of Lucy Liu turning Eva's legs into perverse pretzels. She took a moment to enjoy the spectacle, then realized to her dismay her beaten rival had managed to remain fully clothed. Certainly justice demanded a more humiliating fate!

Finding Burke curled up in a fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably, Aisha easily untied her bikini bottoms and unsnapped the bra. Brooke's legendary asset were now for public consumption. A swirling wave of hard-on's surrounded the building as Aisha hair-hauled Brooke to her feet and started her on a 360 degree walk of shame.

By now, Eva was merely a silent, immobile lump of woman flesh at Lucy's ankles. Lucy felt the need to chip in and make Brooke's humiliation memorable and the same skilled fingers that left Longoria's breasts a droopy, discolored, misshapen mess did the same to Brooke's store-bought beauties! While Aisha kept her victim immobile with a full nelson. Lucy unleashed a brutal frontal assault; peppered with an occasional gut shot and climaxing with a nasty nipple twist that made Brooke screech like a cornered hyena. Lucy concluded the festivities with a one punch knockout and Aisha gently laid the out cold Burke face up in mid-ring.

"This is fun!" Lucy laughed. "May I continue?"

"She's all yours!" Aisha chuckled.

Lucy stimulated the crowd by removing her own shorts and panties, then straddling Burke's tear-streaked face. Liu applied a reverse face sit, locking Burke's arms in place with her legs, and fencing Brook's wounded tits with her thighs. She couldn't resist another gratuitous nipple twist to keep the agony fresh. Lucy's rhythmic thrusts soon had Burke's nose trapped deep inside the moist pinkness of her womanhood. It was a very satisfying ride for the Charlie's Angels star.

Her eyes glowing with scheming pleasure, Aisha Tyler yanked poor, petite Eva to her feet with one hand, then after securing a strong two handed grip, Aisha cleaned and jerked the brunette; lifting her above her head a good eight feet over the Staples Center canvas. As the crowd rose in berserk, satisfied frenzy, Aisha spun her around in a helicopter swirl, behaving as if Eva weighed mere ounces.

"Clear debris from the landing strip, please!" Aisha barked to Lucy; and like the ever compliant valet, Lucy leaned forward and clutched a handful of pubic hair from Burke's close-trimmed pubic 'landing strip'. One nasty ripping yank, one reflexive spasm of Burke's legs, and the work was done. "Flight attendant.....prepare for landing!" Aisha ordered, as the swirling came to an abrupt end.

Jermaine's jaw dropped to his show tops as he witnessed the sight of Eva being dropped headfirst from six feet up, squarely on to the sensitive drop zone between Brooke's legs. The impact of pubic bone and skull created a low decibel thud in an arena that was electric with excitement. As Eva's motionless body came to rest with her lips gently kissing Brooke's womanhood, Lucy rose triumphantly to expose the villainess' face awash with her womanly discharge. It is safe to assume Lucy's orgasm was one of many experienced that night in the Staples Center.

Jermaine had to excuse himself. The spellbound Kimberley Hefner hardly acknowledged his departure. As the intrepid wordsmith made his way to the men's room, he found his pathway blocked by two women whom he would have normally paid big money to meet. Before him, their faces wearing clearly unfriendly scowls, were Echo Johnson and Morena Corwin.

"Please ladies, I really gotta go!" Jermaine protested, his knees knocking from the pressure on his bladder.

"Oh, you've got to go, all right!" Morena shot back. "You're going - with us!"

Echo silently flashed the barrel of a snub nosed .38 in case Jermaine had anticipated resistance. A warm, damp spot formed in Jermaine's trousers. "Well, I see we understand each other," Echo quipped, as she noticed the slowly expanding stain.

A few seconds later, a side door to the arena opened silently, and without witnesses, Jermaine was whisked by his assailants into a waiting limo, and thrown to the floor.

The next sensation he felt was the pressure of a stiletto heel pressing into the skin between his nostrils and upper lip. It belonged to the nightmare better known as Tiffany Taylor. And staring down at him, smugly, waiting for Echo and Morena to get comfortable before speaking, he saw the elegant face of Anna Marie Goddard. A chill ran down his spine.... for as much as he feared Taylor's violent temper, it was Goddard, the mortal enemy of Kimberley Conrad Hefner, whom he knew was most capable and motivated to do him permanent harm. And, just as he sought to comfort himself by thinking things couldn't get any worse, Jermaine came face to face with another stiletto, this one nearly piercing his scrotum. It was attached to the shapely leg, which was attached to the statuesque body topped by a gorgeous face with merciless piercing blue eyes. It was Aliya Wolf and he was in deep, deep shit - that much was for DAMN sure.

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