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Charlize Theron (23 y/o) vs. Natasha Henstridge (24 y/o) Jeff’s Celebrity Catfight Tournament, Aug.1998(http://members.aol.com/wrdwvr/private/HTML/wrdhm1.htm)

PART ONE: Garden Party Catfight

Natasha was not a happy woman! Three years earlier, she’d had the world on a string as a fabulously successful fashion model and overnight movie stardom in ‘Species’ but success proved fleeting and at 21 Natasha found herself already considered an 'old maid' in an industry favoring teenage models and TV actresses. Her follow-up films, ‘Maximum Risk’ and ‘Species II’ both flopped and in the midst of her fall from grace came a disasterous - although mercifully brief - failed marriage.

Natasha began to hate Charlize before she’d even met her when Natasha had campaigned hard for the femme fatale part in "2 Days in the Valley" - one she hoped would revitalize a flagging career; instead the producers chose unknown Charlize Theron - who received rave reviews for her performance and overnight became Hollywood's hot new prospect. It didn't take much prodding to get Natasha to agree to a match with Charlize!

For her part, Charlize was hardly unaware of Henstridge's animosity. Keenly competitive, she was excited by the prospect of facing an opponent so filled with rage - and not unmindful of the publicity a victory over Natasha would bring, particularly if their rivalry were properly built-up in the press! Charlize certainly did her part; never declining to trash Natasha in interviews and the possibility that Natasha might actually win never crossed her mind!
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Charlize lashed out, her open palm targeting Natasha’s grinning face. The blond saw the SLAP coming and pulled back, but Charlize's fingernails raked her cheek anyway. "You fuckin' cunt!" Natasha screamed.

Hher hand went to her cheek and came away with a few drops. Enraged, she lowered her head and charged, slamming into Charlize's belly with her shoulder. They went down in a heap with Natasha on top. She quickly grabbed the front of Charlize's blouse with both hands and pulled. Buttons popped in all directions as the front of the shirt opened from neck to waist. With a cry of triumph, Natasha dug her fingers into Theron's perky mounds, protected only by a sheer bra. She pulled and tugged at the lacy material in an effort to get at Charlize's flesh. Surprised by Natasha’s unexpected attack, Charlize was slow to respond but she grabbed a double handful of Natasha’s long blonde hair and tried to drag the crazed beauty off of her. Both women were successful.

Just as Charlize managed to throw Natasha on the grass, her bra parted and as she fell, Natasha tore it away. For an instant both women lay still, staring at the other. Natasha started to rise, but Charlize was quicker and got to her feet while Natasha was still on her knees. Charlize lashed out with her foot and it landed square in the actress's stomach. Natasha pitched forward on her chest, gagging as she tried to catch her breath. Charlize drew back her foot and kicked her again, this time in the breast. Natasha screamed in pain and rolled across the ring in an attempt to escape, but Charlize pursued her with her blouse flapping in the breeze and her bare breasts bouncing. With each step she kicked Natasha in the side, hip or ass, whatever was within reach.

"You disgusting tramp!" Charlize screamed.

Natasha’s only response was to grunt when Charlize's foot buried itself in her belly. Charlize repeated it as she drew back her foot and once more her shoe pancaked Natasha’s breast. She held the battered tit in both hands and began to sob out what seemed to be surrender, "OK, OK. Don't kick me anymore!" Then she slumped and buried her face in her arms, her body shuddering as she cried.

Charlize stood over her and glared down at Natasha's body, feeling a sense of accomplishment she couldn't remember feeling before. But she wasn't satisfied with mere promises, she wanted to ensure Natasha would STAY out of her life! She picked up the girl's bikini top from where it had fallen and straddled the back of her thighs. Natasha tried to push herself up with her arms, but Charlize put a knee in the small of her back, pinning her.

"Not so fast," Charlize hissed as she grabbed Natasha's wrist and twisted her arm behind her. "I want to make sure you to lay here and listen to what I have to say!"

When Charlize started to wrap the bikini top around her wrist, Natasha realized what was about to happen and struggled to frustrate her; but with Charlize’s entire weight pressing down on her back, Natasha couldn't stop her from tying the strip of cloth to her wrist. But when Charlize leaned over to try and reach her other wrist, Natasha managed to buck her off and she rolled away; scrambled to her feet; then charged at Charlize who had started toward her. The two ‘big bodies’ SMACKed together belly-to-belly and breast-to-breast - but it was Natasha who had the advantage. When their bodies collided, her superior conditioning (and far bigger breasts) gave her the edge! Natasha's flat, washboard abs smashed into Charlize's soft belly and her heavy breasts overwhelmed Charlize’s perky pair!

Charlize hadn’t been prepared for the impact and Natasha heard her grunt as she slammed into her; grabbed Charlize's hair in both hands and twisted her off balance. Short of breath, and surprised by Natasha’s attack, Charlize fell to her knees in front of the big blonde. Natasha drew back her leg and THUD drove a knee to Charlize's chest, slamming it into her just below the breastbone.

Charlize's mouth made an "o" as the air in her lungs was driven out. Natasha held onto a handful of Charlize's hair and used it to pull her over backward, so she could straddle her chest. She dropped her ass with all of her weight down on Charlize's chest and pinned her flat on her back; still gasping for breath; her legs ‘bicycling’ helplessly as Natasha shook her head from side to side with her hair.

Natasha had pinned one of Charlize's arms with her knee her as she forced her to the mat and while Charlize was gasping for air it was an easy matter to corral her other arm and pull that under her knee as well. Now that Charlize couldn't defend herself, Natasha ripped out clumps of golden hair with both hands until tears streamed down the blonde's flushed, chubby, cheeks.

"Well, well," Natasha gloated as she paused to rest. “Who's got the upper hand NOW?" When Charlize didn't respond, Natasha cuffed her cheek with her palm and followed up by backhanding the startled woman across the mouth, smearing her lipstick in the process. "I asked a question," she snarled. “But I didn't hear an answer."

Charlize kicked her legs and bucked her hips in unsuccessful efforts to unseat Natasha who squeezed her thighs against Charlize's heaving chest as she rode out the brief storm; waiting as Charlize exhausted herself without unseating her. After a few minutes of futile thrashing, Charlize's struggles subsided and she fell still; laying with her legs spread apart and her chest heaving. She was having trouble breathing with the weight of the busty blonde on her chest. Natasha smirked at how quickly Charlize's resistance had come to an end.

She slapped both of Charlize's cheeks sharply; forehand-backhand. "That's better," she said softly, "You just lay there and rest. Let me do all the work. This exercise must be very tiring. Besides," Natasha grinned as she reached behind her and put her hand flat on Charlize's soft, rapidly pumping belly. "It doesn't feel like you're in very good shape," she laughed as she gathered a fold of flesh in her fist and squeezed.

Charlize let out a strangled yelp as Natasha's fingernails dug into the soft flesh. Pleased by the reaction it got, Natasha did it again. This time Charlize bit her lip, refusing to give Natasha the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt. The big girl smiled and slowly slid her hand down the smooth skin on Charlize's belly to the waistband of her skirt where she easily released the buckle and pulled the thin leather belt from around Charlize's waist. She draped it over her shoulders and then began to unbutton the front of the skirt. Charlize's eyes widened in panic as she realized what Natasha was about to do.

"No! You can't...." She desperately twisted her torso, hoping to throw the big blond off her chest - and almost succeeded - but Natasha reached down and braced herself with one hand on the ground. After she righted herself, with a quick thrust, she pushed her hand down under the front of Charlize's dress and grabbed her panties. A hard yank on the fabric jerked the tough clothl up snug between the lips of Charlize's pussy. Then Natasha began to pull; stretching the material; digging it into the sensitive flesh. Charlize couldn't suppress a groan from her tightly pursed lips. Natasha smiled cruelly as she imagined the pain Charlize was feeling. Finally, the panties tore at the hips, allowing Natasha to slowly drag them up between Charlize's tightly clenched thighs.

Natasha held them to her nose and sniffed. "Why, Ms. Theron," she cooed. "You're excited aren't you! What do you have to say now?" Natasha laughed as she laid the torn crotch of the panties over Charlize's face, covering her nose and mouth.

Charlize shook her head in an effort to escape the offending odor, but Natasha simply clamped a hand on her mouth, holding it in place. Then, in a burst of inspiration, she pinched Charlize's nostrils together. Unable to breathe, Charlize frantically shook her head, her eyes wide with panic as her air supply was shut off. Her face rapidly turned bright red and she got lightheaded; seeing stars until Natasha removed her hand and let her suck fresh air throught the fabric of her panties into her burning lungs. As Charlize struggled to breathe, Natasha cleverly spread her legs and pulled Charlize's breasts between her thighs, then clamped her legs together again, flattening Charlize's firm young breasts between them; her dark nipples pointed up at Natasha’s face. She pinced the hard nipples with the thumb and index finger of each hand and toyed with them. They were hard and as blood surged into them at her urging, they grew longer - which just made it easier for her to grip them. As Charlize's head cleared, she realized what 'Nasty Nat' was doing.

"So you were going to tie my hands, eh? Why was that? Were you afraid I might do ... THIS?" Natasha chuckled as she pinched Charlize's nipples as hard as she could ande twisted her wrists.

Despite her best efforts not to, Charlize cried out, "Oh God…no! Please…Natasha…don't…do this."

Natasha responded by repeating the motion, bringing another anguished sob from the woman. Natasha released her nipples and cupped Charlize's breasts; and squeezed; digging her fingernails into the sensitive flesh. Tears filled Charlize's eyes as the 'cruel Canuck' calmly tortured her tits. Natasha knew Charlize had to be near her breaking point and thought she knew just what to do to push her over the edge! Natasha had done a similar thing to a young model two years before and she’d been so humiliated when Natasha finished, she’d left modeling. Natasha didn't want to run Charlize out of town, however, she just wanted to ensure that Charlize knew what would happen to her if she ever dared to interfere in her life again.

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?" Natasha purred.

Charlize couldn't stop herself from shaking her head from side to side as she begged, "Please Natasha, please stop this. You're just making it harder on yourself."

That wasn't the answer Natasha wanted, so she pinched her supple nipples again and told her, "Charlize, I don't care WHAT you want. I'm not only going to star in a new picture, I'm going to let the director fuck me. But if you behave, I'll let you watch. How’d you like that?"

"You're sick," Charlize muttered. "When I get up, I'm going to give you the whipping of your life. Then, I'll decide whether or not to send you away for help."

Natasha shook her head slowly, "Tsk-tsk; you still haven't gotten the point. You have nothing to say about it. You're irrelevant! Here's just a sample of what will happen to you if you ever try to come between me and my career."

Natasha leaned back and slid her hand along Charlize's belly under the waistband of her skirt. With Charlize's panties no longer there to protect her, Natasha's fingers combed through the tangle of golden fleece covering her pussy. Charlize clenched her thighs as hard as she could and for a few minutes she successfully preventing Natasha’s attempts to insert her fingers into her. But her legs tired rapidly and after a few minutes, her muscles were burning. When the leg cramps began, she had no choice; she had to open her legs to ease the strain on her muscles. As soon as she felt Charlize's legs parting, Natasha grinned and slid her hand over Charlize's pussy, cupping it under her palm, her fingers curled underneath.

"There, that's better! Why, I bet you're going to enjoy this as much as I am. Aren't you?"

Charlize blushed furiously, but she refused to dignify the question with an answer. Natasha rubbed Charlize's Mound of Venus, working her labia until they were engorged and swollen, then slowly slid her middle finger into the moist opening as she spread the lips apart with her index and pinky. Both of them were surprised at how wet Charlize was!

"Why you sly dog," Natasha gushed. "You LIKE it, don't you?" she laughed as her finger easily penetrated the moist cavern and found the hard button of Charlize's clitoris. Charlize groaned when Natasha flicked the swollen organ with her fingernail. She stroked the sensitive nub and Charlize couldn't help it! She found herself becoming aroused and within moments her hips had started to grind in rhythm with Natasha's insistent fingering. Each stroke pushed Charlize closer to the orgasm Natasha knew would devastate her. Once she had dominated her, Natasha was going to continue to humiliate her until she wouldn't dare stand up to her again.

She felt that after she had pleasured Charlize to several orgasms against her will, Charlize would lose any moral authority to preach - and the mere threat of exposing how easily she’d frigged her to orgasm would be sufficient to keep her silent and under control. Natasha was considering how far to push after weakening her with an orgasm - or two or three. That would cement her victory. If she forced Charlize to satisfy her, it would make for an interesting relationship after she won the role. She thought she'd ask them to cast Charlize anyway, but in a supporting role, perhaps as her 'best friend’ which would give her to opportunity to not only ensure Charlize’s wardrobe never flattered her, but would give Natasha a script with many chances to outshine her.

Unfortunately, while Natasha was daydreaming, Charlize made a final attempt at escape. She couldn't hold out much longer! Natasha was evil incarnate and she clearly knew how to use her fingers like a porn star! Charlize was about to climax when she saw an opening. Natasha had to lean back to reach her pussy and Charlize managed to work one arm from under her knee. She reached up and grabbed a handful of long blonde hair and pulled, hard. Natasha’s eyes were closed and she didn't realize what had happened until she felt Charlize's hand in her hair - but by then it was too late.

Natasha tumbled onto her face beside Charlize and before she could get away, Charlize rolled on top of her. Natasha’s startled expression brought a smile to Charlize's face as she realized she was about to win the fight…then Natasha swung her elbow back and WHACK drove a wicked shot to her jaw! Charlize’s head snapped to the side, her eyes rolled back and she slumped forward. Before her head hit the floor, she was already unconscious!

Natasha rolled Charlize onto her back and pushed herself up onto all fours, resting until she caught her breath as she straddled Charlize’s body, her bare breasts gently swaying back and forth over Charlize’s. She then gathered herself, rolled Charlize over onto her stomach and tied her hands behind her with her bikini top, then pulled down the girl's bikini bottom and used it to bind her ankles. When Charlize came to a few minutes later...and her eyes fluttered open...she saw Natasha sitting astride her thighs, her legs spread wide, her finger slowly rubbing her clit as she pleasured herself while awaiting Charlize’s return to consciousness. "I'd be happy to finish what I started," Natasha offered flippantly. “As soon as I finish here. But since you were a bad girl, you're going to have to beg for it…oh, and don’t forget to say ‘please’,” she laughed, knowing Charlize couldn't risk taking her up on her offer.
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PART TWO: Runway Rematch (2 months later)

Charlize was furious over her loss to Natasha. If anything, she’d expected Henstridge to be an easy opponent. Her pride wounded, the blonde demanded a rematch. Natasha was not obligated to agree...after all, she had another match coming up to train for...but Charlize had smartly struck at Natasha’s fashion model vanity by making the bout a combination wrestling/modeling competition. Two events would be runway face-off's; first in evening gown, then lingerie, with the winner of each chosen by the crowd. The third event would be wrestling in bikini’s.

The contest immediately became the biggest fashion event this side of Paris and dozens of top designers begged the girls to wear their fashion. Finally, the moment of truth arrived. A long footlit runway from backstage to the ring was the site where the winner of the first two events would be decided by audience applause as determined by sophisticated audio monitors. Charlize emerged first, wearing a blue sequined gown. A veteran model, she knew precisely how to move in a cool, detached way that captured the hearts and minds of men - and women. The applause of the crowd rocked the arena and, with a wry smile, Charlize mentally chalked the first event as a win in her column.

Proving she was no fashion rookie herself, Natasha then strutted the runway in a long red gown and scarf. In stiletto heels, she stood nearly 6 1/2 feet and where Charlize had seemed aloof, cold and even somewhat smug, Natasha radiated warmth and good cheer - even sexual ‘heat.’ The roar in her favor was deafening and round one went to Henstridge!

Next came the lingerie battle. Determined to win, Charlize chose a black lace teddy that was as sultry and sensuous as a showgirl's. Natasha, on the other hand, made a tactical blunder. Her sky blue baby doll looked ridiculously prim next to Theron's sexy lingerie. The applause for Natasha was polite and supportive, but hardly tumultuous, and round two went to Theron!

The initial hopes of both women for a clean sweep had been dashed, so it all came down to the decisive fight. In this, some felt Natasha - who had won their first match - had the mental edge; but others thought Charlize wouldn’t allow herself to lose for second time.

Natasha came to the ring first in a white one-piece and Charlize followed in a green bikini. They didn't bother with the expected pose down, instead tearing into each other almost before the introductions were finished. For a solid minute, they grappled with one another, neither holding an advantage until - suddenly - Natasha hip tossed Charlize to the mat flat on her back!

But as Natasha reached down for her, Charlize snapped a kick to the blonde's belly, doubling her over. A quick Leg Sweep took Natasha's feet out from under her and she crashed to the canvas, landing unceremoniously on her butt. Theron snaked her long legs around her waist and Natasha screamed in agony as the Waist Scissors crushed her ribs. Henstridge was able to break the hold by digging the fingernails of one hand into Charlize’s tender inner thigh while twisting her toes with the other!

Charlize's legs flew open, but she wasn’t about to lose her advantage and in a blur of motion, drove a Left Hook to Natasha's jaw that sent her sprawling. Retaining the upper hand, Charlize dragged Natasha to her feet by the hair and pulled her to the ropes where she draped Natasha's arms over the top rope, then hauled up on the middle cable, snapping it over her shoulders to trap her like a fly in a spider's web.

Trapped as she was, Natasha's only recourse was to her legs but Charlize didn't give her the chance to use them! She launched a brutal offensive of punches, kicks and knees to Natasha’s face, chest, belly and groin until Natasha wept with pain and frustration. But when asked, she stubbornly refused to submit the match. Charlize could have knocked her unconscious for the win, but she wanted to force Natasha verbally submit; then apologize for the abuse in their first fight. So she set Natasha free from the ropes and watched her drop to her knees, then topple face-first to the canvas; virtually lifeless.

Theron dragged Natasha to the center of the ring by her hair and rolled her over onto her back. Climbing to the top turnbuckle, Charlize took a long moment to size up her hapless prey, almost giddy with excitement. She began to ponder coming events...if she demolished Henstridge here and now, perhaps she could replace her in her next film - scheduled to start in a couple of weeks! What a coup! Her musing over, Charlize launched her body high into the air; seeming to soar as if in slow motion; a deadly angel bent on destruction. Natasha was doomed!

However, no one told Natasha, and at the last possible instant she raised her right leg…and her foot speared Charlize in the belly; leaving her writhing on the mat semi-conscious. For one minute, two, three...both battlers lay motionless on the canvas, then they began to stir at the same time. Clearly in agony, each crawled on her hands and knees toward the other. And when they were no more than a foot apart, each wrapped her hands around the other's throat, desperate to choke her hated rival into defeat. Their faces both reddening as they struggled for air. Finally, one of them gained the advantage! Charlize's eyes began to roll back and her grip slackened. First one hand, then the other, slipped from Natasha’s neck and dropped limp at her sides; her head bowed forward and then her body went limp. Natasha let Charlize’s face drop down into her cleavage as she slithered down her front to her knees; her body leaning against Natasha’s thighs and her face in Natasha’s groin.

After several deep breaths, Natasha lifted her knee, jamming it between Charlize’s breasts and knocking her over backward onto her back. Then Natasha collapsed and fell across Charlize for the pin.

After Charlize was counted out, Natasha struggled to sit up, refusing to leave the ring until she’d stripped Charlize's bikini and once more used it to hog-tie her; forcing her lithe body into an arched bow as she bound her wrists and ankles together with her top. Then she used the tiny bikini bottom to gag Charlize, pulling her head back and tying the gag to her ankles as well to increase the painful arch of her bound body.

“There!” Natasha sighed as she sat back to look at the naked, hog-tied, blonde whose perky little, hard-tipped, breasts were jutting out from her bowed chest. “Let THAT be a lesson - do NOT mess with me! I only wish I wasn’t too tired to fuck you in the ass with my strap-on…oh well, I’ll save THAT for our next match!” she chuckled.

Natasha refused to be carried to her dressing room on a stretcher, instead leaving supported between two of her fans, her arms draped over their shoulders; staggering pridefully on her own two feet; refusing to show weakness no matter how exhausted she was.

Charlize awoke later facedown on the massage table in her dressing room - still bound and gagged! As she waited for someone to come and release her, she began thinking up a new scheme to conquer and destroy Natasha. She’d tried twice and failed twice - but she refused to stop trying until she’d gotten satisfaction. Natasha had the benefit of knowing she was the winner, but was unsettled by the thought that her success had come at the price of creating a vicious enemy. The feud, far from being settled, had only just begun. Over the next decade - and beyond - the two blond hellcats would face off many, many, times with each inflicting painful and humiliating defeats on the other. In fact, dear reader, as we look back from more than ten years in the future, the end of the story has yet to be revealed....

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