"Yeah, I'm out...coming!" Charlize wrapped a towel around herself, pink and fresh, beads of water on her cheekbones and shoulders, and grabbed a bottle of baby oil. "I'm kinda glad we're getting it over with; at least now I can tell MY side of the story. God knows, Lopez has blabbed enough."

Though Charlize's bruised ribs were pretty well healed, the sting of the loss still burned in her heart. But what hurt even more were the accusations that she'd thrown the fight or the equally wild boasts by J-Lo that Charlize had been too intimidated to continue..... that she didn't want to take more of a beating at the fists of the lovely Latina bombshell.

Anita, too, had experienced personal embarrassment from knowing she'd let her girl down by not having her ready for the Lopez bout. The win over Jennifer Garner lulled them both into a deceptive sense of invulnerability and Anita's suspicions that Charlize had gone into the fight too heavy and too soft, replayed like an endless loop in her mind ever since that sorry night. Now, eight weeks after that loss, they had committed themselves to do better and, if nothing else, the setback motivated them to train smarter.

Still, Anita was far from comfortable that Charlize had to face Henstridge in just three weeks. That fight had been booked months ago - when everything seemed rosy - but recent reports of Natasha demolishing Catherine Zeta-Jones have gave Anita cause for concern. One would have to think that even though she was putting a good face on things, Charlize must be wondering about her chances with Natasha. She'd probably have been a little more comfortable boxing but the contract for this bout specified free-style wrestling; best of three pins or submissions. The trickle of odds-makers away from Charlize that began with her loss to Lopez became a flood favoring Henstridge after her superlative effort against CZJ and that had to do something to a girl's confidence!

Charlize squirted some baby oil into her palm, spread it with the fingertips of her other hand, then applied both hands high on Anita's broad, muscular back; swirling her hands in soft circles as she rubbed the oil in; massaging the thick, fleshy shoulders gently before she swept her hands over Anita's powerful lats and down to the lower back, then back up through the hollow formed by the columns of muscle on each side.

"Mmmmmm," sighed Anita. "That feels good!"

Charlize planted a little kiss at the base of Anita's neck, spanked her butt and giggled, "OK, that's it, girlie. We're done! Don't get too comfortable!"

Anita laughed, reaching for her sports bra and putting her weight training gloves in her gym bag, "I know. Let's get outta here. Enough gym for one day. How're the ribs feeling today?"

"Pretty good, I think. But I want to stretch a little more before we go; you can finish up?"

She let the towel drop, revealing the lithe, nude body of a sun-kissed goddess. She raised her arms to her still damp head, and did a series of slow lateral stretches to each side, seeming to enjoy the long pull at the bottom of each movement. After several minutes, she pulled on a gold sweatsuit, grabbed her gym bag, and joined Anita at the weight rack.

"Feeling OK?" quizzed Anita.

"Yeah, I'm good to go!" responded Charlize happily.

***THE PRESS BRIEFING - DECEMBER 30th***

Six days later, Charlize in a tight gold mini-skirt and loose white top, entered the room at the St. Regis Hotel to the popping of flashbulbs, took a seat at the table and pushed her sunglasses back onto her head. Raising a glass of water to her lips for a sip, she toasted the 14 journalists before her, "Nice to see ya's, fellas!" She smiled broadly and blew them a kiss; they laughed and then began the grilling.

"Charlize, how're you feeling? You took quite a beating last time we saw you."

"I'm great," she flexed her right arm, laughing. "As I recall, Lopez didn't look too pretty after the fight either."

"Did she surprise you?"

"I guess if you call low blows surprising, yeah; I guess she did!"

"You looked like you had more trouble than just with a low blow or two."

"Huh!" she laughed. "Maybe YOU'D like to take a shot to the nuts and see how much you feel like puttin' up a fight!" she said, feinting a low blow to the poor guy's 'family jewels'.

(Laughter) "No thanks! But you can't blame the loss on one low blow, can you?"

"Course not. But before I could recover from that she was able to daze me. I never got my rhythm back."

"She WAS pretty tough on your body, wasn't she?"

"Yeah, I've got to admit she landed some good body punches but I gave her too many openings, but sure, she came strong."

"Charlize, a lot of your fans think you just gave up at the end. J-Lo's been calling you a coward for weeks, and frankly, she seemed to take the steam out of you. What have you got to say to that?"

"Well, let me put it this way. If you wise guys haven't been in a fight, you probably don't know what it takes to pick yourself up when you're sitting on the canvas after a few rounds. It's not like I didn't try. I came out for the round... and even did some damage. I had trouble breathing between rounds, and I was in agonizing pain after those last body shots. I didn't know what the trouble was. All I know is that I wasn't able to get up. After the fight we thought it was broken ribs."

"But your ribs WEREN'T broken; were they?"

"Look, I'm no freakin' doctor so I can't tell you the medical difference between a break and some terrible bruising. All I know, is that I was physically unable to get up. All that bullshit Lopez's throwing around about me being afraid is a load of crap. Hey, she got a lucky win and if she wants to brag, well, let the bitch brag; I'd probably do the same!" (chuckles)

"So you wouldn't be afraid to meet her again?"

"Oh, please! Be serious! I'd meet her anytime, anyplace. She'd better get her bragging done while she can ...... and while she still has all her teeth in that pretty mouth!" (more laughter.)

"How about Henstridge? You saw what she did to Zeta-Jones?"

"Well, Catherine's a nice gal, but she's not in MY class, so....no; I'm not worried about Henstridge."

"But Henstridge was quoted as saying she'd humiliate you."

"Well, boys, she can try," Charlize said breezily. "I mean, that's what a fight's all about, isn't it! But I'm pretty confident she'll be kissing MY ass when I'm finished," Charlize laughed. "Hey, I gotta go! You be good boys now, hear me?"

(Flashes galore as she leaves the room.) "Assholes," Charlize mumbled to Anita as the door closed behind her.

In the two weeks leading up to the fight, Anita kept the pressure on Charlize to train hard. Roadwork started the day, followed by stretching and a routine for her abs. This was all before her lean, high-protein breakfast which preceded a good rubdown and sauna. This was followed by an hour in the weight room, a protein drink and a mid-morning break. Then, from 11:00 till noon Anita coached Charlize with slow motion wrestling moves, walking her through various holds, releases and closing moves. After a chicken breast and salad for lunch, they studied wrestling training tapes, then hit the mat for an hour of actual grappling.

Charlize usually wore leotards and sports bra for this and both were drenched in sweat by the time Anita figured Char had enough. Through the routine, Charlize not only dropped a few pounds but added some muscle. Anita was pleased with her progress but she kept hearing Henstridge was a more than formidable opponent. She was, after all, coming off a string of victories while Charlize was rebounding from a tough loss that left serious damage to her ribs. Though Anita knew that Charlize had made some gains since the Lopez bout, if she could she'd have looked for another couple of months to prepare - or dropped the fight completely. She couldn't, of course, even hint at her doubts within earshot of Charlize since everything had to be positive to rebuild as much of Theron's shattered confidence as possible.

For her part, Charlize thought her training was going great! True, in quiet moments of reflection, she recalled how embarrassed she'd been as Lopez stood grinning over her while she counted her out; unable to respond. But she would quickly re-focus on the business at hand, sweeping the past unceremoniously under the rug. She liked the way her body was responding to training, thought her ribs had healed fine and she enjoyed the extra energy she felt from her weight loss and muscle gain. She was feeling pretty good about things heading into the pre-fight weigh-in/press briefing with Henstridge.

***Weigh-In - JANUARY 17th***

At noon on fight day, both women were scheduled to show up at the warehouse in a room adjacent to the "Cage of Carnage" where they'd weigh-in and face reporters questions. Both Charlize and Anita felt vaguely uncomfortable with the setting on the Broome Street wharf - a run-down section of the old waterfront - but the site was one of the sets for "Blood Before Breakfast" a vampire movie whose female lead would be up for grabs to the winner. The role called for a sexy, domineering vampiress and the warehouse would hold her crypt. It also held the "Cage of Carnage", in recent years a popular "underground" extreme fighting site that saw more than its share of bloody, bare-fisted slug fests before audiences of 'club' members. The twelve-foot steel cage sat atop a five-foot platform that raised the action off the floor of the sloped amphitheater that spread outward for about 100 feet from that focal point. On a packed night, 500 patrons could squeeze in around the cage. Dull incandescent lights hanging about 10 feet down from the lofty ceiling cast a hazy, dim glow once the room filled with cigarette and cigar smoke.

No one had told Anita at the time of the contract signing this would be the venue, but there was nothing to do about it now! Sure, it fit the spirit of the movie, but not the temperament of at least one of the brawlers. Natasha, on the other hand, was said to love the site and had been a regular in the audience for many of the fights in the past several months. She was quoted as saying she had wanted to absorb the grim atmosphere.

When Natasha and her manager, Thalia, arrived, it was clear Thalia was NOT happy. Their publicist had promised TV coverage on a few local stations, but none had yet arrived. "Goddamn piss heads," she fumed, as she scanned the room unsuccessfully for her cameras. The plan for the weigh-in was for both contenders to have their say, then step on the scales, followed by some photo ops.

"Their loss, darlin'!" quipped Natasha, who took her seat and languidly crossed her long, luscious legs.

With a swipe of her hand, she pushed back the luxurious sandy-blond-brown mane of lustrous hair that crowned her head, revealing a lovely face, broad forehead and high cheekbones setting off riveting, deep blue eyes. Adding to the sultry feline allure was a silky tiger-patterned, low-scooped chemise clinging tenaciously to two narrow straps over her wide shoulders, the deeply dipping cleavage revealing the flawless flesh of her deep and ample bosom. All eyes were riveted on Natasha's hot body as she playfully adjusted the hem of her dress which rode high on her strong thighs. Mid-calf black boots with five-inch heels completed her glamorous look.

By way of contrast, Natasha's manager Thalia was shorter and plain-featured, wearing no make-up but had a rather exceptional physique, suggestive of long hours in the gym and something of a pit-bull intensity. Her close cropped black hair and army fatigues conveyed accurately her no-nonsense approach to the current fad of butch fashion.

"Think the coward will show?" she joked with the reporters in front of her. "I hear she's a big time scare-dee-cat!" The reporters laughed like naughty conspirators. The laughter was abruptly interrupted by the entrance of Charlize and Anita, both quickly scanning the dreary surroundings as they made their way down the aisle to the make-shift dais.

"Uuugh, what a pit. This place gives me the creeps!" observed Anita as they crossed to the awaiting reporters.

Barely giving Henstridge and her manager a glance, Charlize and Anita positioned themselves near the briefing table and smiled for a few photos. Like Natasha, Charlize looked overdressed in the decrepit warehouse, but she turned heads in a long black velvet gown, slit to the waist along the left side, that clung with sexy allure to her beautifully toned body. The daring plunge of soft fabric along her tempting bosom and the deep scoop of the lower back to her ass showed her svelte figure to great advantage; and the cute criss-cross ankle straps of her 6-inch stiletto heels perfectly accented the outfit. With each sensual step, her sweet butt undulated invitingly beneath the black velvet. Charlize sported a short tousled blonde-orange hair-do with just a hint of a part over her left eye and red-orange lip gloss.

"Hey, boys," she joked. "Don't wear me out!" she joked as she'd spin to her right, hit a pose; then adjust herself in another direction for more love to the cameras. The reporters adored her. Finally, with the moderator inviting Charlize to take a seat, she drove the press boys wild with the long expanse of her lovely, exposed, left leg, teasing from its black velvet sheath.

On the stage, Charlize and Anita sat on the right with Natasha and Thalia on the left, with the scale in the middle behind them. When the commissioner invited Natasha to weigh-in first, she slowly rose from her place, turned her back to Thalia, still seated, who unzipped her dress and brushed the thin straps down off Natasha's muscled shoulders. With a slow shimmy of her hips, Natasha coaxed the slinky, silky, tiger-patterned chemise over her hips and let it fall drop lightly to her ankles. She looked fabulous in a tiny red bikini top. Taking a slow step out of the dress, she ran her hands enticingly over her hips and glutes, covered only by a red thong bottom, and casually approached the scale. Flashes lit the room as she smiled demurely and stepped up. "One hundred thirty, exactly!" came the announcement.

Hopping off the scale, with a cute jiggle of her hot ass, Natasha stood hands on hips, then unexpectedly took a slow, leisurely stroll behind Charlize and Anita, strutting seductively, moved past them, turned the corner of the table and positioned herself directly in front of them, her back to Charlize facing the press, completely upstaging the South African starlet. There, she presented her right leg, planting the toe before her, then leaning back to put her weight on her left leg, flexing her right thigh....all for the photographers' admiration.

"Betcha don't see too many legs, like THAT, do ya boys?" she teased. "Think they could do some damage around your necks?" she laughed. "Like to give me a try," she invited in a sultry tone, then winked seductively at one photog in the front row.

A thin voice was heard from another front row of photographer, "Hey! You blocked my shot of Charlize!"

An uncomfortable silence fell on the others in the press corps as Natasha shot a withering glance at the little man with the camera. As she did, she approached the nearest photographer who was kneeling about 7 feet away, reached over and behind his head, pulled his head forward and down, then clamped his bald head between her luscious thighs. His smiling face immediately turned to panic as Natasha first dipped a bit at the knees, crossed her legs at the ankles, then stood upright. In doing so, she flexed her legs so her powerful thighs tightened around the poor photographer's ears, neck and head, bringing a flush of red to his face.

"Mmmm, I think I've caught me something," she giggled, working her quads sensually around his neck. The photographer let his camera loose, and started tugging at the vice-like thighs, trying to pry them open, but they wouldn't budge. "I could do this ALL day long," purred Natasha, bringing her hand to her mouth in a feigned yawn of boredom, while the other photographers, some startled, some howling in laughter, caught the event on camera.

Her unfortunate victim could only beat her thighs as he turned scarlet, shouting, "Hey, what the fuck do ya think yer doing? Let me go, you bitch! I'm gonna kill you!"

"Oh, I don't think so, darling," replied Natasha calmly, as she tightened her vice, and the photographer's arms went limp. His bulging eyes drooped shut, and as she slowly released her prey, he dropped face-down, unconscious, at her feet.

"Hmmmm," mocked Natasha. "Must've been something he ate!" she laughed. Nestling her right foot under his shoulder and chest, she flipped him over onto his back, pushing him toward his colleagues and said, "Get this trash out of here! Maybe we could use some water to revive him," she said as she reached behind her to the table where Charlize was sitting, taking in the show with an ever-reddening face.

Natasha grabbed for a tall pitcher in front of Charlize but either the pitcher was slick with moisture, or there was mischief in her heart, when Natasha got the full vessel several inches off the table she seemed to lose her grip and dropped the pitcher! The whole contents went spilling across the table toward the laps of Charlize and Anita -who reacted fast enough to escape the bath, but Charlize wasn't as lucky. As she sprang up from her chair, screeching like she'd seen a mouse, her heel slipped on the wet slippery floor and she pitched over backward, landing on her butt leaning back against the wall. For a moment, she sat there as if contemplating what had just happened, then….

"You stupid cunt!" she roared, scrambling up quickly. But her long gown and heels kept her from doing anything with speed and Anita was already between her and Natasha by the time she got her footing. As Anita restrained her attack, the furious Theron pushed at Anita, shouting over her shoulder at Henstridge, "You did that on purpose, bitch. Anita, let me the fuck go! I want a piece of her now!"

"Save it for later," whispered Anita soothingly into her ear as Charlize continued to push against her attempting to get at Natasha.

"Put a sock in it, honey…or I'll have to pull off your pantyhose and stuff them in your mouth to shut you up!" sneered an unabashed Natasha as she casually made her way back to her chair, then slowly sat down and re-crossed her long legs. Thalia was laughing at the whole scene.

"You did that on purpose!" repeated Charlize, still wrestling with Anita.

"Oh, so sorry, sweetheart!" said Natasha with contrived sweetness. "Accidents will happen," she shrugged, as if she had no control over the mishap.

Finally, an announcement from the commissioner, calling Charlize to the scale, interrupted her tantrum. Like Henstridge, she too just had to remove the wispy straps of her black velvet gown after Anita pulled down the zipper, to have the apparel flutter to her waist. Then, with a few wiggles and giggles, she eased the soft material over her alluring hips and let it drop. Her training had seemed to pay off in a pleasantly toned body, featured this afternoon in a skimpy blue bikini. The cameras took full advantage of her star body and a wide variety of hoots of admiration greeted her as she stepped on the scale.

After a moment, the commissioner called out, "Charlize Theron weighs in at 130 lbs." Blowing out a two-handed kiss as she stepped down , Charlize hit a few poses, then casually sauntered around the table to position herself between Natasha and the photographers, just as Natasha had done to her.

"Bimbo!" Natasha could be heard saying as Charlize reached down to her own right ankle with both hands, and ever-so-sensually brought her hands slowly upward along the leg, caressing her calf, and then her fleshy thigh.

Lingering there, she could hear Anita tossing out a challenge, "Any of you guys ever see legs hot as these?"

The press corps responded with a thunder of approving shouts as they snapped away at the delicious gams before them. Charlize placed both hands on her hips and slowly paraded before the cameras, bending her knees and jutting out her ass every so often for added effect.

"Give me a break!" groaned Henstridge in disgust at the scene.

Finally, the commissioner announced, "The girls will now take some questions." And Charlize resumed her seat at the table next to Anita.

"What's your prediction, Nat?" called out someone from the press.

"I feel sorry for what I'm going to do to this chick. I hope she has a good doctor because she'll have some real broken ribs this time; she won't have to fake it again! It's not that I dislike her TOO much - even though I'd never hang out with a South African girl scout - but business is business and I want this role. As you boys may know," she said winking, "I always get what I want!" To underscore her point, she grabbed an empty beverage can on the table and crushed it with one hand, then tossed it in the general direction of the photographer she'd earlier rendered unconscious.

"Charlize, how do you see this fight?" called out another reporter.

"Piece of cake, baby!" she said with bravado. "I'm well rested and ready for some action," she smiled.

"But your last outing wasn't too successful," observed one of the reporters.

"Yeah, well, that was then. I went in too soft and too heavy. I've had some great training, and I'm ready for anything my opponent can dish out."

'Still looks like she's been dishing out too much ice cream!" joked Natasha across the table, drawing guffaws from the room.

"Natasha, you're accustomed to this style of fight; how much advantage will that be?"

"You'll have to ask her when she's wrapped up like a pretzel and kissing my ass, I suppose," she shrugged nonchalantly, getting still more laughter. "And the oddsmakers are going with me 2-1, I hear. They saw what I did to Amanda Peet and that PussyCat Zits Jones."

"What do you think, Charlize?"

"Oh, my God! Zeta Jones hadn't had a fight in two years and was cold as ice. And Amanda Peet! Let's get serious, huh, Natasha! Could you possibly find someone any smaller than her! Of course, she DOES have more acting ability in her little finger than you, but how about picking on someone your own size? Listen boys," Charlize said leaning forward. "She can talk trash now, but she'll be eating her words by the end of the night." Sensing not everyone was convinced, she added, "My record speaks for itself, gentlemen," she paused.... "and if that doesn't speak loudly enough, THESE will!"

She suddenly stood up, knocking her chair over and raised both fists menacingly, brandishing them at Natasha.

"Oh, sit down, you titless cow; and put those away before you hurt yourself!" Natasha mocked.

Rushing across the table, shouting, "Nobody calls me a cow!" Charlize charged Natasha' and before either she or Thalia could make a move, Charlize reaching up from behind and grabbed two impressive fistfuls of Natasha's luxurious hair on either side of her head. Pulling the shrieking Natasha by the hair up out of her seat; Natasha, howling in pain and ineffectually reached her hands up to her hair -Charlize violently smashed Natasha's face on the table three quick times.

"Bam! Bam! Bam!"

Nat's forehead absorbed most of the pounding, but her nose apparently took a hit too and a stream of blood issued from her nostrils. With the last bang of the head, Charlize released her grip and Natasha slumped forward across the table. With Thalia, torn between aiding Natasha and attacking Theron, Charlize reached for the plastic water pitcher on the table and emptied the icy contents over Natasha's head, splashing Thalia in the process. Thalia threw an off-balance punch that glanced off Charlize's shoulder, and Charlize swung the empty pitcher with a backhand that crunched against the side of Thalia's face, knocking her to the floor out stone cold.

Anita, now at Theron's side, surveyed the scene and muttered, "Nice work, kid. Let's get the hell out of here!"

Flashes continued to light up the bizarre scene, which promised to make for an interesting night ahead.

***Fight Time***

Word on the street was that after the weigh-in brouhaha several oddsmakers had moved in Charlize's direction and by fight time she was "only" a 2-3 underdog and a couple were actually calling it even! Fans flocked down the Broome Street wharf to the old warehouse as 9:00 PM approached, crowding along the sloping floor that funneled down to the chain-linked Cage of Carnage. One open aisle, reaching from the dressing rooms to the cage, was left open through the 500 standing onlookers, many of whom were exchanging money in last-minute bets.

At 9:15 the tuxedoed announcer took the stage and lights dimmed except for a single spot on the dressing room curtain. "Lay-deeez and Gentle.......mennnnnn! Welcome to the Cage of Carnage free-style, best two-out-of-three-pin, three-submission bout between defending champion Natasha Hendstridge and her challenger Charlize Theron, as they vie for title role in Blood Before Breakfast." As crowd grew hushed, he continued, "Now entering the theater, the challenger....... standing 5'11" and weighing 130 lbs. Hailing from Benoni, South A-Freeeka........The Scourge of MGM,.... The Daughter of Darkness........The Devil's Disciple.......The Mistress of Midnight........ Cha-ARE-leeeze THERonnnnnnn!"

As his voice trailed off, Charlize's music came up, a pulsing, heavy-on-the-bass anthem from Godsmack, and the curtain pulled back to reveal Charlize in a hooded, black, silk cape, lined in bright scarlet. Elbow-length sheer black gloves reached up her long arms, and knee-high black stiletto boots rose from her feet. Catching the pulse of the music with a bounce in her step, she lowered the hood, dramatically threw both arms into the air as she flung open the cape and held the scarlet lining aloft before she tossed the loose tunic over her shoulder. The spotlight on her face showed severe goth-black eye-liner, thick around her eyelids, and a pale make-up hollowed her cheekbones. She smiled strangely, then after a moment of hesitation, the crowd could see a pair of long false fangs with bloodied tips protruding from her mouth.

The flung wide cape exposed an incredible body, snuggled inside a thin black slingshot thong that covered only the essentials and trumpeted long swaths of luscious toned muscle. She looked spectacular! The crowd roared its approval as she danced toward the Cage, making an occasional foray into the crowd to feign biting someone's neck or to envelope some lucky short, bald man inside her cape. One could see lipstick atop his bald pate when he escaped her arms! With a helping hand to climb the stairs to the cold cage, Charlize posed at the entrance, untied the black lace holding her cape to her neck, then after three wide flourishes of the garment over her head, tossed it into the crowd.

As the crowd roared, she slowly removed each black glove, sensuously rolling it down her arm, then kissed each one before softly dropping them into the grasping hands of surrounding fans. Finally, hands on hips, she waited for Anita to unzip her boots and gently pull them from her feet. Cameras flashed as she stepped into the cage and the crowd rated her with their cheers as she posed, sometimes sweetly, sometimes seductively, showing her long limbs to best advantage. The judges translated the cheers into a score of 9.8 out of 10! She smiled, blew a kiss to the crowd and walked to the far side of the cage, doing a spread-eagle against the chain-link, facing the crowd as the announcer returned.

"And now introducing the defending champion, standing 5'10" and also weighing 130 lbs ......she hails from Ft. McMurray Alberta, Canada........She's The Queen of Quebec ........ The Warrior Princess ........ The Goddess of Gore........ The Delight of the Dead........she's Nuh-TAAAAAshaaaaaaa........ HENS-TRIIIIIDGE!"

His voice crescendos and all at once, the stirring music of Wagner fills the theater with 'Ride of the Valkyries' and the curtain is pulled back to reveal a Viking-like Henstridge clad in brown suede boots, Nordic headgear, carrying a round shield and a wicked looking spear. A narrow shaped short-fur, light-tan-bikini top supports her full breasts, cradling them softly to emphasize her deep cleavage and she has a ragged-edged simulated animal skin stretched tight across her bottom accentuating richly rounded glutes and powerful thighs. Raising her spear aloft, she proudly parades down the aisle, blond hair in tight pigtails beneath her helmet.

Occasionally, she brandishes the spear menacingly at fans along the aisle, at other times she plants a lusty kiss on adoring and stunned fans. At the stairs, she handed off her weapons to Thalia and removed her boots. Holding her fists aloft, she rallied her fans, who cheered as she removed the two thick metallic wrist plates that had competed her warrior's outfit and tossed them into the audience. Her posing for her, "Who's the Hottest" rating included a number of muscle shots that show strong biceps, broad back and ripped thighs. She gave a wonderful impression of female power.

Judges listened to the cheers and finally gave her a rating of 9.4, placing her second to Charlize's 9.8 rating. With a look of pained indignation, the braided Valkyrie yells at the judging table, "What the FUCK!?" Charging the table, "You've got your heads up your asses!"

And before anyone could react, she had jumped down the stairs, grabbed the table by its edge, and flipped in on its side before the pale white faces of the terrorized judges. Security guards intervened to keep Natasha back until Thalia could get there and calm her down. Still fuming, and as many in the crowd booed, while quite a few others cheered her on, she re-entered the cage.

The referee called the combatants to the center. Given the scant outfits and bare feet, there was little need for a pat-down, but to salacious hoots the ref seemed to enjoy his job...being quite thorough! The rules are simple: no chokes, no shots to the groin, best two-out-of three - either pins for a three-count or submissions. Being rendered unconscious, of course, counts as a submission. There would be a short, five minute, break between each fall. During the instructions, Natasha and Charlize held one another in stoic, scowling stare, hands on hips.

Near the end, Henstridge leaned into Theron and hissed, "You're mine, bitch. Remember, the fight's over when I say it's over."

Returning to their corners, the women got final instructions or encouragement from their trainer. Anita was generally pleased with the progress Charlize had made since the Lopez fight. Her weight seemed right, and she had trained hard. But her wrestling skills still left a lot to be desired, Anita secretly felt. She had to hope that what Charlize lacked in skills, she would more than make up for in intensity. There, too, Anita had a gnawing concern about the condition of Theron's ribs. Looking across the ring, she saw a vicious and powerful opponent. Charlize, on the other hand, seemed genuinely confident and ready to rumble.

"Alright, Charley, stay loose, but keep on your toes. Go for the early pin. Nothing fancy. Just power her down and wrap her up. Stay away from the cage."

Thalia, as she spoke to Natasha, kept pushing her right hand sharply into Natasha's left shoulder, both to incite a certain level of aggressiveness by pissing her off, and to get her into her 'fight mode.' "You think yer tough?" Push... "You let that little pussy embarrass us this afternoon." Push.... "You gonna let her eat you fer supper now?" Push..... "In front of all these assholes?" Push. "Or you gonna push her face through this cage?" Push.... "And make her bleed?" Push.... "She's over there laughing at you!" Push.... "And wants you licking her pussy by the end of the night." Push..... "So, what 'a you gonna do?" Push.... "Kick her ass, is what!" Push.... "Make her cry like the girly-girl she is...." Push...... "MAKE HER BLEED!!" she screamed into Natasha's face, this time pushing with both hands to both shoulders.

All the while, one could tell that Natasha's anger was building, her hatred increasing. She was disconnecting from the fans, from the judges, from the ref, from the poorly lit warehouse ...... disconnecting from everything, but Theron, the object of her growing wrath. So when Thalia expertly timed her final "PUSH" with the ringing bell and an almost crazed Natasha charged her opponent full speed, arms outstretched, and roaring at the top of her lungs in an absolutely frightening way!

***FIRST FALL***

"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Natasha slammed against a bewildered Charlize, over-powered her and drove her back against the cage. Charlize responded with a loud, "Uhhhhhhggggh!"

Natasha wrapped her arms around Charlize, then using her legs and back, lifted her like a twig and threw her several feet across the ring, sending her crashing to the mat. CRASH! The electrified crowd, at first unable to react to the swift onslaught, cheered wildly with those closest, banging their hands on the outside of the cage, rattling the whole structure in a din of shouts.

Charlize, more stunned than even hurt, took the fall well and was starting to scramble to get herself upright, but before she could get up, Natasha dove fully outstretched on top of her! Charlize braced herself, and luckily, the mat absorbed most of Natasha's weight. Immediately upon contact, the two wrapped their limbs around each other and rolled furiously across the mat, appearing more one contorted person than two separate people. Hitting the cage, they simply rolled back in the other direction toward the center. From there, one could tell that Natasha had her both arms around Theron's head, attempting to smother her with her breasts by wedging Charlize's face tight into her large bosom. Henstridge was on top, but Theron was using her strong legs to try to flip them over again.

"Mmmpppphhhhh," strained Charlize as her face remained buried in the fullness of Natasha's tits.

"Get your hands in there, Charley!" Anita yelled and Charlize did just that, laboriously prying her hands up along her own chest, till she could use her elbows for leverage against the mat and power her arms upward, breaking the hold, and pushing Natasha into a sitting position, straddling her tummy.

Apparently not interested in even trying for a pin, Natasha said scornfully as she adjusted her bikini top, "Hoped you liked the taste of these. You'll be seeing more of them. Guess I don't have to worry about a smothering by you....you got NOTHING to work with!" she laughed.

The last words were barely out of her mouth when Natasha felt herself jerked powerfully backward. Charlize had quickly tightened her abs, lifted her whole lower body off the mat, raised her legs straight up and wrapped her calves around Natasha's head, then jerked her violently down. Nat's head and back slammed the mat THUMP then with a quick twist of her outstretched body, Charlize began to re-position her calves around Natasha's neck. Natasha scrambled frantically to get her head out of the potentially lethal vice, and but for Theron's inability to lock her ankles quickly enough, Nat would've been trapped.

Pushing the lethal legs away, Natasha rolled away and jumped to her feet. Charlize did the same and they faced each other for the first time at close range; both breathing heavily from the wild opening exchange. Charlize was somehow reassured and comforted that she had withstood the intensity of Natasha's initial tactics. Sweat glistened on both of their shoulders and breasts as they crouched slightly and circled with cautious eyes, awaiting the next catlike moves. Charlize moved first, going for a takedown as, with surprising speed, she plunged at Natasha's ankles, diving to knock Natasha's feet out from under her. Nat fell forward, bracing the fall with her arms and immediately spinning her body around which prevented Charlize from jumping on her back for a possible arm lock.

But Charlize still had Nat's ankles in reach and she grabbed one, stood u with it, reversing her position as she placed her own leg inside Natasha's thigh. She was about to apply a painful leg lock but once again, Henstridge was just a bit too fast and Nat sent her free foot forcefully up into Charlize's butt, knocking her reeling toward the cage. Charlize's hands broke the impact somewhat, but not before she bounced off the mesh and fell to her knees. Both fighters rose, faced up and circled. As Anita had suspected, Natasha's experience was making the difference. While Charlize was thinking her way through each move, sending conscious signals to limbs; following a blueprint for the fight - while Natasha was reacting instinctively which gave her the edge with quickness.

"Stop playing with the bitch!" Thalia shouted angrily at Natasha who smiled a nasty smile at Theron, stretched out her upturned hands and motioned an invitation with her fingers.

"Come here, Queenie. I've got something to show you. Let's see how strong you are!" Still motioning...... "Here, bitchie-bitch....come to Momma…if you think you're woman enough!" Natasha smiled again, raising her hands now out in front of her, palms out, slightly above her head, waiting to see if Theron would accept her invitation to a finger lock.

She did! Stepping forward warily, she raised her lovely arms, and her palms meshed with Natasha's as their fingers locked. Both women tightened their grip and each face grimaced with the effort and strain. Each put one leg back to brace herself as they used their pecs, shoulders and upper bodies to strain against the other. The fans cheered the temporary standoff, enjoying the sight of the flexed glutes, each rounded and muscular orb working hard to claim superiority.

Through her teeth, Natasha asked with bravado, "So, when are you going to start pushing?"

Charlize just grunted and gave an extra shove that moved Natasha back a step before she regained her footing. Beads of sweat had formed on her of their breasts. "Do something!" screamed Thalia.

Natasha smiled wickedly, then slowly powered her arms out in opposite arcs, making a full swing downward all the while both ladies absorbed in extreme muscular tension through their arms and chests. Now with arms straight down, palms still clenched, Natasha edged slightly closer to Charlize, their both magnificent bodies almost in an intimate dance, when suddenly she slammed her forehead forcefully into the bridge of Charlize's nose. This headbutt drew a thin stream of blood from Charlize' nose and filled her eyes with tears from the stinging pain. She tried to recoil but Natasha held tight with her interlocked fingers.

Pulling her face-to-face, Nasty Nat snarled, "I own you, bitch!"

Charlize's response was a sharp knee to Natasha's pubic mound that lifted her off her feet. She came down bent kneed and bent forward in agony but now Charlize used their locked hands to pull HER close and hissed, "Oh, I don't think so!"

Charlize released her finger grip, then with a loud grunt brought her knee up again, this time smashing it into Natasha's down-turned face. SMACK! Henstridge's head snapped back and her body flew after it, crashing heavily to the mat sprawled on her back. After a momentary twitch of her legs, Natasha lay still. Part of the crowd fell suddenly silent with a collective gasp, but Theron's fans leapt to their feet cheering wildly. The ref approached Natasha and, seeing her eyes closed, took her wrist and raised her arm above her prostrate body. He let it fall and it dropped limp THWAP! Natasha was out cold!

As her fans roared, Charlize, breathing heavily, had her right hand raised as the ref declared, "First fall to Theron!"

The ref helped Thalia drag Natasha's body back to her corner where Thalia administered smelling salts and splashed water on her face. Soon, Natasha blinked her eyes open. "Uuunnnnnnh," she moaned between shallow breaths as she lay on her back looking up at the swinging light that caught her attention through her blurry vision. Amid the dull roaring sound that surrounded her, she felt some slaps on her cheek.

As the dull roaring in her ears faded away, she ould hear, "Nat, Nat, you back yet?" as Thalia begged her to return to consciousness. Finally, as she tilted her head and saw the mesh of the cage and the gawking faces on the other side, she realized where she was.

"Ohhhhhh, shit," she moaned. "She tagged me, didn't she?" Discouraged and with aching head, she closed her eyes again to summon up her energies, then slowly raised herself on her elbows. Her fans cheered with relief but her head still pulsed.

Meanwhile, Charlize had been leaning heavily against the cage in her corner, catching her breath while Anita applied ice to her nose and forehead. As she glanced over to Natasha on her back, she felt awash in a tremendous pride for having withstood Natasha's vicious attack. Theron knew now that this girl could be hurt... and defeated.

"Sit yourself down, Charley," said Anita. "You've got a few minutes." A long-legged card girl in black fishnet and vampire attire advertised "Blood for Breakfast" the film whose ghoulish lead was being contested. Anita gently applied cool compresses to Charlize's face and gently massaged her neck, shoulders and biceps that still burned from her contest of strength with Natasha, whispering instructions to, "….take her to the mat quick and go for the pin before she has time to fully recover from that sweet KO!"

After almost two minutes, Natasha had arisen to sit in her corner, apparently breathing normally and regaining her composure. Clearly, her earlier intensity was gone but one could see she was anxious to make amends for her first fall embarrassment. As Thalia rubbed her limbs, she exhorted her fighter, "OK; get out there and do what you know you can. Don't let that tight-ass Queenie make a chump of you. Bring her down and then HURT the bitch!"

"Yeah, yeah," muttered Natasha, starting to block out everything but Theron; focusing on her destruction as the bell rang.

***SECOND FALL***

Both women came quickly to the center of the cage, quickly locked up and pushed one another's arms down once, twice, then they locked up again. They arched their backs and braced their powerful legs as they strained against each other. Charlize got her right arm free and reached under Natasha's crotch as she brought her other arm under her right shoulder, pulling Natasha tight against her. Charlize squeezed with both arms as she used her powerful dancer's legs, trying to lift Natasha to body slam her on her back. SLAM! Cheers from the crowd. The fall hurt, and Natasha rolled onto her side arched in pain just as Charlize came down on her, using her right knee and thigh to pin Natasha's right thigh as she stretching herself out to flatten Natasha's upper body.

The crowd marveled at the writhing beautiful bodies; Natasha's incredible abs straining to keep the aggressor off, and Charlize's awesome glutes flexing with the effort of overcoming her resistance! Finally, Charlize's weight and leverage won out and she powered Natasha flat on the mat. BAM! More cheers! Charlize tried a sailor cross-body pin, bringing her face close to Natasha's and, holding down her right arm as she lay across her heaving bosom. But Natasha was able to slide her hips and legs free, then used her free arm to wrap around Theron's back and roll her off.

Locked in embrace in the center of the ring, after some intense grappling, Natasha had reversed the situation and lay atop Theron - right where she wanted to be! Powering her arms out over Charlize's outstretched arms, Natasha spread-eagled herself on Charlize, entwining her muscular legs around Theron's shapely thighs with her ankles looped under Theron's calves in a grapevine. She was careful to let Charlize lift a shoulder often enough to avoid the pin; playing with her like a cat with a doomed mouse.

"Mmmm, you feel good on the bottom, Pretty-Pie. You were born to be there!" Natasha whispered, her steamy breath filling Charlize's ear as her hot body pressured Charlize' when she flexed her legs, slowly widening the spread of Charlize's legs; grinding her groin in slow rotating pulses down on the blonde's warm pussy. "Ohhhhh, yeah, baby...," moaned Natasha, with a wicked smile as she continued to grind. "I can FEEL it! You get off being dominated dontcha! Those Porn Star Club gals got a real gem the day they found you!"

"Just pin the bitch, fur Christ sakes!" barked an impatient Thalia, slamming her fist on the ring apron.

"Oh, c'mon, lemme have some fun with her first, will ya?" replied Natasha. "I just about got her ready to pop!"

As Natasha said this, Charlize suddenly heaved upward and as Natasha was briefly unbalanced, Charlize yanked one leg free. She planted her foot and thrust her hips out from under Natasha, then wrestled her arms free and slithered out of Natasaha's grasp, wrapping her arms around Natasha's torso from behind. They rolled over several times, with Charlize hanging on tenaciously. Finally they stopped rolling and Natasha began to work her way up to her knees. Once she was on her knees, she got one foot out in front of her, then slowly rose, dragging Charlize up until they both were standing. Charlize, standing behind Natasha, flexed her sinewy arms and tightened her bearhug beneath Natasha's chushy breasts, several times lifting her feet off the mat in her constricting embrace. The Canadian brawler's face was turning red as she desperately thrashed her arms trying to elbow Theron's head - but with no luck! Now several feet from the wall of the cage, once again, Charlize lifted Natasha off her feet and squeeeeezed her ribs almost to the breaking point.

Natasha let out a long, painful, "EEEeeee-yoooooooow!" scrunching her abs as she brought her knees up, putting her full weight on Charlize. Then she kicked out hard, slamming her feet into the steel fence in front of her. The shove propelled both women backward. Charlize fell on her back THUD taking the full impact of her own weight AND Natasha's as she fell on top of Charlize! Natasha rolled off to one side where she briefly massaged her aching ribs while Charlize, with the wind knocked out of her, lay on her back struggling just to catch her breath.

Before Charlize could react, Natasha was up and capturing one of her legs, which she wrapped up in her own legs, then locked in place the other, putting Theron in a painful figure four leg lock! Charlize snapped upright as her body reacted to the sudden shooting pain, her fists beating the mat on either side of her hips in agony while Natasha laughed; then applied more pressure, working Theron's knee and thigh. Sweat streamed down Theron's long back as the ref. leaned in to check whether she wanted to submit. Somehow, Charlize mustered the will to accept the pain, but she writhed and moaned nonetheless.

Then, in one of those sudden, unexpected and unanticipated moments of pure luck, as Natasha rocked herself to apply another dose of punishment, Charlize took a swipe with her long arm trying to grab Natasha's swaying pigtail. She caught it in her fist and yanked so violently that Henstridge toppled over, her head bouncing off the mat - and she lost her leg lock!

But, unfortunately, Charlize was in no shape to take advantage and she rocked back massaging the pain in her leg as she lay whimpering softly on the mat. Natasha quickly recovered and was on her again! Without much resistance, she quickly put Charlize back flat on her back and once again established a grapevine. Now, with Charlize's leg weakened by the figure four, Natasha's grapevine was even more spectacularly successful! The dim light of the cavernous warehouse played in shifting patterns through the mesh cage across Natasha's sweaty back as she pinned Theron's upper body while her hips shifted with pulses of power to counter any attempt to escape. The fans hooted with lusty pleasure at the sensual display of dominance as Natasha's rounded glutes undulated with slow, muscular, ripples as she played her opponent's body like a musical instrument.

Charlize was being torn between sporadic pain from the pressure applied to her outstretched legs, the strain of trying to hold a shoulder up, and the tingling pleasure from her increasingly aroused pussy as Natasha's pelvic thrusts pushed her closer and closer to ecstasy. Natasha felt her breathing becoming more rapid as Charlize squirmed beneath her and sensed it wasn't entirely from the exertion of the match!

"I think you LIKE this, Pretty-Pie," smirked Natasha. "But don't like it TOO much; I still have to hurt you before I can give you what you want," she hissed as she applied slow, steady pressure. "But you're liking my sweaty tits on you…I can see that! Maybe - if you're a good little bitch - I'll let you lick them after the fight." Charlize opened her mouth to make some smart-alex reply, but all that came out was a long, soft groan when Natasha applied more pressure to the grapevine. "In fact, I'll give you a face-full as a sample right now!" Natasha wrapped her arms around Charlize's head and pressed Theron's face into her thick bosom. She held Charlize tight, continuing to grind her pussy. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed as she locked Charlize's red face between her hot, sweat-slick breasts, cutting off all Theron's air.

But Natasha didn't want to end the round just yet, she wanted to wear down her opponent, leaving her weakened for the third and final fall. So timing the intervals when Charlize would need air to avoid passing out, Natasha would loosen her grip and let Charlize grab a quick breath, then re-apply the pressure. After two minutes Charlize was feeling quite dizzy and weak so Natasha let go, loosened her legs from around Theron and swung around off the South African. Charlize lay flat on the mat, not moving while Natasha casually rolled over to position herself behind the panting blonde. Sitting with her legs on either side of Theron, Natasha pulled Charlize's head back near her crotch, grabbed a handful to lift Charlize's head, then grabbed Charlize under the armpits and dragged her up onto her stomach. Natasha wrapped her powerful thighs around Theron's waist and locked her ankles, digging her heels into Charlize's pussy, giving her a quick squeeze to remind her who was in charge! Anita looked on sadly, realizing things didn't look good for her girl as Natasha clasped her arms across Charlize's breasts, pulling the blonde back against her chest, hugging her like an exhausted lover.

"Hey, sweetheart! Isn't this lovey-dovey!" Natasha whispered in Charlize's ear as she flexed her thighs and tightened around Theron's waist. "Mmmm, I love the feel of you between my legs. I could sit here all day like this," she sighed, rubbing her forearms up and down on Charlize's breasts, feeling her nipples responding to the stimulation.

Charlize slowly bent her own legs, trying to roll them over, but Natasha tamed her with a quick snap of her legs, wringing a groan from the fading actress. Charlize hands kept reaching into the python-like thighs that held her securely, trying to pry them apart, but she was hopelessly caught in the powerful snare. She punched Natasha's thighs but with no effect and all the while her upper body kept growing more and more red from the pressure.

Finally, Natasha said, "Well, enough of this, sweetheart!" Sliding her arms down around Theron's waist, she leaned back, pulling Charlize up and over until she was laying full length on top of her. "Mmmm, I do love your hot body on mine, Pretty-Pie!" Natasha purred as she clamped her legs tighter, squeezing Charlize' butt down against her pussy. Then she applied a shoulder lock to maintain control, while she released her legs, twisted an exhausted Charlize onto her back, then placed her knees on either side of Charlize's chest, planting herself backwards atop the lithe South African, her ass facing Charlize's chin.

"Well, I guess it's time to kiss some ass, Pretty-Pie!" announced Natasha, making sure she said it loud enough the ringside spectators heard.

Sliding her ass gently backward, Natasha's ass cheeks slowly covered Theron's flushed face. As soon as Natasha was kneeling over her, she lowered her weight and sat brushing the sweat-matted hair back from her face while the ref counted to three for the pin. Natasha made sure she slid backward to get her ass kissed and took her time before she finally lifted off. Getting to her feet, Natasha gave a soft kick to Charlize's shoulder before heading to her corner, as the breathless blonde lay flat and limp trying to gather her strength. After a few moments, and as Anita joined her to lift her from the shoulders, Charlize slowly got to her feet, took a few shaky steps, leaning on Anita as she made her way slowly to her corner.

The ref announced, "Second fall ......Henstridge. The fight stands even at one fall apiece!"

Fans on both sides cheered loudly and a slightly buzzed, buxom redhead in the front row yelled, "Hey, either a you can sit on MY face anytime!"

Two card girls dressed in vampire attire paraded around the cage carrying placards advertising "Blood Before Breakfast" while the fighters took a much needed five-minute break. Both had taken their knocks. Anita wanted to make sure Charlize got her breathing back, so had her sit on her stool, resting her back against the cage, taking slow, long, deep breaths while she massaged Charlize's sides and rubbed down her trembling legs, still throbbing after the figure-four.

"Gotta stay out of those full-control holds, hon. She's good at 'em, so ya gotta be faster'n her reacting. How're you feeling?"

Charlize's humiliation after being force-fed a generous dose of Henstridge's ass and being made to 'kiss' it burned intensely in her cheeks. She gritted her teeth, "Now that I got some air, I'm fine. That bitch is NOT going to get away with that stunt," she hissed, referring to the face-sitting. Clenching her fists closed and open as her anger rose, "I'm going to make her pay; and she's going to pay dearly!" she whispered, glaring at the grinning Natasha across the ring.

"Good girl, you get her!" said Anita as she offered a drink, then kissed her forehead.

Across the ring on the other side of the cage, Thalia had Natasha doing long, slow, arm-overhead stretches to loosen her sides from the bearhug that Charlize had applied so powerfully. She also held an ice pack on a lump on her forehead from the first-round butt. "God the bitch has a hard head!" Natasha complained.

"Yeah!" Thalia mumbled. "Well, bang it on the cage a few times, see if it fuckin' softens up," she laughed. "You gave her something to think 'bout last round, so she gonna be gun shy now. Make this one fast an then we can 'celebrate'!"

But Thalia had miscalculated the effect of Natasha's humiliation on Charlize!

As the fish-netted card-girl vampires giggled and jiggled out of the cage, catching a pinch or two from mischievous fans in the process, the bell sounded for the climactic third and final fall!

***THIRD FALL***

Drawing a deep breath, swelling her chest and raising her broad shoulders, Charlize pushed herself off her stool, pumped her arms to expand her chest and stepped forward. Natasha gave a cocky wave to her fans, putting a little attitude in her strut as she strode confidently forward. While still four feet apart, as if on a secret cue, both women pounced, ferociously locking arms at the shoulders, their heads resting on the other's shoulder as they grunted and strong legs pushed as shoulders strained for superiority.

"Cunt.....uuuughhhh…"

"You Bitch.......grrrrrrrrrr....uuuuhhhhh....you're dead meat!"

Their sweaty arms worked for a hold, with Natasha finally getting what looked like an armlock, but Charlize slipped it, and quickly getting her right arm over Natasha's shoulder, forced her head down as she flexed her arm tightly and clamped on a side-headlock. Her left hand joined her right forearm to close the lock and apply pressure. Natasha immediately went for Charlize's right leg but couldn't keep hold of it long enough to jerk it out from under. It only took a few moments of squeezing for Natasha's face, locked tightly against Charlize's hip, to grow bright red as she struggled in vain for release.

"Rip her head off Char!" screamed an excited blonde who happened to be sitting next to that blowsy busty redhead.

Her face beet red, Natasha finally managed to get her arms around Charlize's right leg, threatening to upend the South African. Charlize had no choice but to run toward the cage - using Natasha's head as a battering ram! There was a rattling of the cage and a thunderous roar from the crowd when Charlize drove Natasha's skull into the cage, then stepped away and let her body drop to the mat. A trail of blood ran from Natasha's scalp, curling around her ear from the hairline on her forehead. Except for her thick pigtails luckily being between the metal and her skull, the fight would have been over. Face down, she lay recovering from the bash to her crown, the ragged-edged simulated animal skin bikini bottom hugging her well-rounded glutes - the highest part of her body.

"Get up, bitch, I'm not done with you!" Charlize shouted, grabbing both pigtails and slowly hauling Natasha to her feet.

Once she had her upright, Charlize gave Natasha a forearm to her face, drawing blood from her lip and sending her reeling back against the cage. She bounced lightly against it and, as Charlize approached, Natasha retaliated with her own forearm WHACK to Charlize's face. Charlize staggered back stunned and Natasha gave her a kick to the gut to help send her on her way. Doubled over from the kick, Charlize felt Natasha clamp her arms around her and put her in a side headlock, but before Natasha could apply much pressure, Charlize wrapped both arms around Natasha's upper thighs, tying her up. Then with a powerful thrust from her own long, powerful legs, Charlize straightened up and lifted Natasha off her feet, both of them slamming to the mat with Natasha on the bottom! THUD!

Natasha's flat back and butt absorbed both women's weight and the fall broke her grip on Charlize who placed one hand firmly on the furry cup covering Natasha's lush breast and used the handhold to push herself back to her feet. Planting a foot on Natasha's left shoulder, Charlize reached back down and grabbed the bikini top, then yanked with a mighty tug and ripped the top away from Natasha's body. Her foot still on Natasha's shoulder, Charlize laughed as she waved the trophy over her head, then let fly into the corner of the cage. The fans laughed and cheered, enthralled by the sight of Natasha's lovely, heaving bare bosom as she lay sprawled beneath Charlize's pinning leg.

"Come to Momma!" said Charlize, reaching down and twining her hands again in the thick pigtails which she used to hair-haul Natasha to her feet. Charlize pulled back, forcing Natasha to arch her back, thrusting her large, full breasts into full prominence. Charlize launched another forearm, this one grazed off Natasha's head, slamming down and pancaking her up-thrust breasts. Natasha recoiled in pain but Charlize stepped up to her, reached low with one arm, wedging her forearm up under Natasha's crotch as she stretched the other across her sweaty chest over her shoulder. As the cheering fans watched in awe, Theron's strong back, powerful thighs and muscular glutes tightened with effort as she slowly lifted Natasha, turned her upside down - then power-slammed her on her back with a CRASH that rattled the cage and reverberated through the warehouse. The crowd went wild!

Her bare breasts jiggling wildly, Natasha rocked from side to side on the mat, her body riven by intense pain. But she only had a moment's respite before Charlize's full weight slammed down across her as Charlize threw herself on her hapless opponent, setting up a cross-body pin on the sweaty body beneath her.

The ref moved in for the count as the crowd grew silent in anticipation. SLAP! His hand spanked the mat once! SLAP! .... twice. But as his hand raised the third time, Natasha suddenly came to life and kicked out, bucking Charlize off just long enough to gain a brief reprieve. But ONLY a reprieve; for Charlize was quickly back in place, trying first to hook a leg with one arm, but failing that, settling for another cross-body.

Another count..... SLAP!..... No motion from Natasha. Charlize clenched her gorgeous butt cheeks as she stretched herself taut across Natasha's chest. SLAP! .... still no movement. The crowd watched tensely as the ref raised his hand again…

Then in a violent and unexpected burst of energy, Natasha kicked her legs high in the air, thrashing to gain momentum as she crunched her magnificent abs and snapped her head and shoulders up off the mat. Charlize bounced only slightly, but just enough for Natasha to slip an arm and shoulder free! She reached it down past Theron's sweaty glutes and hooked her hand around Theron's inner thigh. But in her move, her hand tangled in the back strap of Charlize's slingshot thong, stretching it tight and then slipping it off her left shoulder. The crowd cheered with glee as the thin wispy fabric slithered ever so sensuously down and away from Charlize's lovely, firm, little perky breasts. They gasped as they saw her nipples were rock hard and glistening from her sweat and that rubbed from Natasha's body.

With the leverage from her legs and with her forearm wrapped snug around Charlize's upper thigh, Natasha wriggled out from under Charlize, then as she continued to struggle, she slowly managed to turn Charlize over onto her back. Their lithe limbs strained until Natasha managed to roll Charlize completely over and, as she did, Natasha rose to one knee, still with her right arm under and around Charlize's right thigh. Natasha leaned hard back toward Charlize's head, yanking her leg up until she had raised Charlize's butt up off the mat and rolled her shoulders down on the mat. On one knee, Natasha stretched her other leg out and dug her toes into the mat, exerting maximum pressure as she pulled back on Charlize's hooked thigh.

"Uuughhhhh," Natasha grunted as she pulled. "Oh, yeah," she whispered with clenched teeth, "You're done!"

Her body drenched in sweat, her incredible breasts heaving as she tugged, her powerful torso straining to apply pressure, the pigtailed warrior seemed to be a fierce avenging goddess. The whole move happened so quickly! The ref was in and had slapped the mat once before Charlize even realized she was pinned.

Her body folded back with one leg draped clear back over her shoulder, staring up at her own bare breasts which were now wedged firmly under her own chin, Charlize had no time to think. Impulsively, she let her bare fist fly at Natasha who was kneeling close to her right side. SMACK! The South African bomber's fist thumped into Natasha's bare midriff, both surprising her and toppling her backward with the wind knocked out of her. The hold was broken!

Natasha lay curled on her side feeling the pain from Charlize's straight right hand while Charlize rolled over, struggled to her feet and, finally noticing her suit slipping off her body, grabbed the loose, dangling straps and looped them back over her shoulders. She hurriedly adjusted her tits back behind their thin fabric cups, then finally turning to Natasha who was still on the mat, she brought her long right leg back and sent her foot screaming into Natasha's belly. THWACK! Cheers from the crowd as they leaped to their feet. Natasha curled in a tighter ball, coughing up blood.

Thalia yelled, "Get up, Goddamit….get UP!"

"Yes, let's get you up. I'm not done with you!" mocked Charlize. She reached down, grabbed a handful of pigtail and painfully, slowly, brought Natasha, cringing, to her feet. Once she had her up, still holding one pigtail aloft with her left hand, Charlize drew back her right and gave Natasha a open-hand slap across the left cheek. Then she whipped her knuckles back the opposite direction in a hard backhand. "Worthless bitch!" Another right rocked Natasha's head, still held up by her pigtail, to the left.

"Please....no...." Natasha whimpered just before another backhand rattled her up against the cage wall.

"Yeah, I'm tired of that, too," whispered Charlize, nose-to-nose with Natasha, feeling their hard nipples waging their own 'nose-to-nose' battle. Charlize drove her right knee up, sinking it into Natasha's pussy and doubling her over. As she collapsed to the mat, hands on hips, Charlize strutted around her, surveying the damage, watching her writhe and curl in a fetal ball. She reached down again, grabbed both pigtails and tugged. Slowly, in pained response, half powered by her own trembling legs and half pulled up by Charlize, Natasha slowly rose to her feet. She swayed with blood dribbling from the corner of her mouth and both nostrils. She wore an expression of undisguised fear on her flushed face.

"No, I won't hit you again," said Charlize reaching up under Natasha's crotch as she leaned forward and pressed her cheek against Natasha's heaving breast. Her other arm reached over Natasha's shoulder and, for a sweaty moment, she paused to get a good, firm grip. Then Charlize tightened her grip and powerfully lifted Natasha off her feet, flipped her upside down and then unceremoniously body slammed her down on her back. CRASH! Natasha, sagged falling limp and exhausted on the mat.

Charlize sat at her head and used her pigtails to lift her head and shoulders off the mat so she could wrap her long legs around Natasha's neck. Charlize nestled her head high up her muscular thighs, locked her ankles loosely, and starred down at the bloodied face looking helplessly up at her. She smiled sweetly, pulsed her thighs with a bit of pressure, getting a panicked look from Natasha, and with her right hand cupped Natasha's right breast and gently rubbed her nipple, large and hard. "Oh, don't worry. I won't hurt you....... MUCH!" leered Charlize as she roughly pinched the nipple. "I think YOU like it between MY legs," said Charlize, almost unaware of the hundreds of mesmerized fans watching as she absentmindedly continued massaging Natasha's full breast, alternating with pulses of her thighs. Charlize's other hand almost casually fondled her own right breast, lingering to give a subtle squeeze to her erect nipple. She could feel the familiar tingling in her crotch and felt the warm glow as her thighs rubbed Natasha's head which was comfortably wedged firmly in place. "Maybe you'd like to kiss my pussy before we say goodnight?" Charlize whispered. "I think YOU would like that," she purred, pulsing her strong thighs, Natasha's face growing more red. "And I KNOW I'd love it!"

Loosening her thighs enough to free her head a bit, Charlize reached behind Natasha's head, pulled it up and pressed her red face down onto her crotch. "Mmmmmm," Charlize squirmed with pleasure as she held Natasha's face against herself and humped her face with a gentle rotation of her hips. The crowd gawked as Natasha's face nuzzled Theron's moist pussy, while Charlize slowly rolled her hips to maximize the pleasure.

"OK, sweetheart, not too much. I don't want to spoil you!" giggled Charlize, as she lifted her right thigh up and swung it over Natasha's head, releasing the beleaguered bombshell from her captivity. "Let's go for a little walk," said Charlize as she got to her feet, then reached down for another handful of braids and pulled, dragging Natasha painfully to her feet; her arms flopping loose at her sides; her legs noodling; her now bare lush breasts swaying with each tug as Natasha stumbled and staggered, a puppet on a string, directed by Theron's firm hand.

Charlize clamped on a behind-the back arm lock, then paraded Natasha slowly around the perimeter of the cage as one-time supporters jeered in disgust at the money they thought they'd lost to the bookies while Theron's backers cheered and laughed. A large paper cup bounced off the cage, sending a cascade of beer through the mesh, splashing on Natasha's breasts and running down her tummy, into and then out of her bikini bottom and down her jiggley thighs, adding to the already glistening coat of sweat. Finishing the circuit, Charlize slammed Natasha's back against the cage, drew back her right fist and plowed it solidly, palm open into Natasha's soft belly.... SMACK!

As Natasha convulsed from the blow, grasping her gut and literally bowing to the avenging Theron, Charlize grabbed the back of her head and positioned her squarely in front of her. Taking a little hop off her left leg, she powered her right knee up, smashing it mercilessly into the downward looking face of her victim. BOOM! Blood splattered the trousers of fans sitting nearest the cage as Natasha flew backward, arms outflung, fiercely propelled back into the hard cage wall. She instinctdively clutched at the metal frame, hung briefly crucified until Charlize approached and yanked her loose by the head! She clamped on another side-headlock, angling Natasha's face up so the crowd could get a good look at the humbled fighter, spilling blood and bleeding from lips, nose and cheeks as Charlize once again paraded her slowly around the ring, alternating pressure….Natasha followed like a meek little limp rag-doll.

Finally, loosening the headlock, and grabbing Natasha by the braids, Charlize held her head up so the crowd could see her face as she shouted, "Guess she's not all that!" Turning Natasha to face another section of the crowd, "Anyone wanna take this trash home?" .....pause..... "You can have her......... I'm almost done with her." ...... turning her once more..... "But you may have to clean her up a little," she laughed. "Well, let's get this over with. I wanna party!"

She reached beneath and around Natasha, heaving her off her feet upside down, then slamming her to the mat.... CRASH! Charlize pounced, rolled her onto her stomach and sat on her butt, facing her feet. Grinning, she reached down and grabbed Natasha's ankles, then inched herself back up higher on Natasha's slick back. As she moved, Charlize leaned back, lifting and pulling, bending Natasha's legs backward with her, arching her back into a painful reverse match-box. Natasha agonized briefly as Charlize's powerful body, long-limbs glistening in sweat, stretched her to the breaking point. Finally, with Natasha apparently having lost consciousness from the pain, Thalia threw in the towel to end the contest!

***AFTERMATH***

As the crowd wildly applauded the outcome, the ref stepped up to Charlize and raised her right hand high while the announcer declared, “Your winner by a third fall submission; corner throws in the towel…Charleeeeze THERonnnnn!”

Anita rushed into the cage to congratulate her girl, giving Charlize a big hug, wrapping her in her powerful arms. From the other side, Thalia approached her sprawled fighter who lay limp on the canvas. She rolled Natasha over onto her back and quickly threw the towel across her bare, heaving breasts to allow the beaten beauty at least a modicum of dignity. Charlize took a 'victory stroll' around the cage, accepting the cheers of fans; then as she passed Natasha’s body, with an evil mocking laugh, she stuck out her foot, slipped it under the towel and flicked it away from the barely conscious warrior, exposing once more her blood-spattered breasts.

Thalia screamed, "You miserable cunt!" as she charge Charlize - only to get clothes-lined out of the blue by Anita's strong forearm. Thalia flipped over backward, crashing headfirst to the mat. She rolled over dazed, just as Anita landed a knee-drop to her mid-section that curled the trainer into a writhing ball, sucking wind. Anita got up, reached down and hair-hauled Thalia, gasping, back to her feet.

"You should mind your manners, lady," snarled Anita. "'Specially dealing with your betters!" With her free hand, she hammered another punch to Thalia's already red midsection. "Charlie?" Anita asked, "Do you have anything you'd like to say to this bitch?"

"Oh, yeah.... Let me have a few words with her, Neeta," laughed Charlize as Anita stepped behind Thalia, hooking her arms behind her, and pushing out Thalia's chest for Charlize who grabbed Thalia's right nipple and gave a twist, "I just want to tell her that it was a pleasure to demolish her girl....." Grabbing the other nipple, with a twist, "And that if she'd had a better trainer, maybe she wouldn't have been so embarrassingly pathetic." The crowd roared with laughter! "And now, let's put her to sleep!" suggested Charlize, winking to Anita.

Charlize snapped her taped right fist to Thalia's nose, gushing blood, and dropping her in a dazed heap on the mat. Both Charlize and Anita reached for Natasha's limp body, her eyes now open but still only semi-alert. They tugged her up by her arms and dragged her over to her trainer. Flattening Thalia out with a swift kick, Charlize stretched the trainer's arms over her head and stood on her wrists, pinning her hands while Anita dragged Natasha up, hoisting her with the ease of a mother lifting her baby, and dropped her ass smack onto Thalia's face - to the delight of the crowd! Natasha had no idea where she was or what was happening as she snuffed out Thalia's breath, sending her trainer into unconsciousness.

When Anita saw Thalia's squirming slow and then subside, she sighed, "I guess they've had enough." and she used her foot to push Natasha off of Thalia, allowing her to finally get some air. Natasha lay sprawled on the mat beside Thalia while the vampire-dressed ring assistants entered the cage brandishing their "Blood Before Breakfast" placards to give one final flogging to the upcoming movie.

Giving Natasha a departing kick to the ass, then planting her foot on Natasha's well-rounded glutes as she posed for some more pictures, Charlize at last blew some final two-handed kisses to the cheering crowd as she mugged for more photos, then made her way out of the cage with Anita and up the aisle of the dingy warehouse.