Once the word of what had happened on Muscle Beach had gotten around (the story becoming more distorted and embellished each time it was told) there was no escaping the scathing scorn of Entertainment’s Elite. Everywhere Charlize went she had to face there were the disparaging little looks and smug, nasty smiles. Many of Hollywood’s finest had themselves suffered painful and humiliating defeats at the hands of the beautiful South African Oscar winner and were quite understandably pleased with the latter’s misfortune. Things like: “There’s Char; I wonder how she can show her face in public after being beat by some little dancer slut!” Or “I hear Theron got her ass handed to her by that fake wrestlin’ chick... what was her name..?” A lot of things were said - but always in a huddle and never purposefully loud. But Charlize heard them... and reacted accordingly.

Some of the speakers she called out - and promptly put in their place - others she added to her short list, but she knew that no matter how many bitches she dealt with, she could never find any peace until she had taken care of the main culprit, the one who started it all. If she was to rid herself from the demons and regain her self-esteem, she had to avenge her defeat by Stacy. And it was a defeat - Charlize never even thought of as anything else. Regardless of the fact she’d been taken completely by surprise by Stacy’s low blow - which had effectively incapacitated her and denied her a chance to fight back - she still thought of it as a loss; an extremely painful and embarrassing one for which she intended to make the bitch pay in full.

Finding her enemy was not a problem; Stacy never attempted to hide. The leggy former wrestler was well aware that Charlize wouldn’t - indeed, couldn’t - let what had happened on Muscle Beach go unavenged. She’d come looking for her sooner or later - and Stacy was ready! Never one to back down from a fight, Stacy relished the opportunity to face one of Hollywood’s premier names, both in terms of celebrity status and fighting prowess! Since their encounter on the beach, Stacy felt she was better than Charlize - and wouldn’t pass up any chance to prove it to everyone - the big South African slut included. Rather than worried by the prospect of Charlize coming after her, Stacy was eager to meet her - even amused by the Oscar winner’s choice of a combat zone. Instead of the popular PPV show “Fighting With The Stars,” Charlize had picked a more private setting; a small venue rented especially for the purpose.

What amused Stacy about it was it was HER type of fight! Charlize, driven by a need to prove to all her superiority over Stacy, had stipulated that the fight take place in a real wrestling ring! That way, she maintained, she’d beat Stacy “on the bitch’s own turf” thus proving who the better woman was. “However,” Theron warned lest there be any misunderstandings, “it won’t be a wrestling match for anyone expecting anything less than a good ol’ proper no-holds-barred fight to the finish. If that would disappoint you than you’re advised to stay home.”

Other than that, everybody was invited; everybody who was anybody, that is! So of course, everybody who was anybody showed up - and brought guests! The arena was positively packed. Charlize came to the ring first, accompanied by her now steady companion, Cat Bell. Charlize looked fit and ready in her ‘lucky’ golden bikini. Pacing back and forth, she was obviously rearing to go and was understandably made to wait for some five minutes before her opponent finally decided to come out. In an obvious mockery of Charlize’s choice of a set-up,

Stacy walked down to the ring surrounded by pro wrestlers Torrie Wilson, Mickie James, Trish Stratus, Beth Phoenix and Natalya Neidhart. She climbed onto the apron where she went through a rather overdone and extended version of her old WWE ring entrance. Wearing high-heeled slippers and a black silk robe that reached the middle of her thighs, Stacy raised one long leg over the middle rope, then bent from the waist and held her pose (needlessly long) amid the hoots and cheers of the crowd.

After undulating her lithe body so her groin ‘rode the rope’ several times, Stacy finally swung her other leg over and stepped into the ring. Charlize had been about to walk over and drag her in by the hair. Stacy kicked off her heels and removed her robe, leaving her in a black bikini. It took Charlize a second to recognize the bikini and when she did, she gritted her teeth in anger; her eyes shooting flames. For it was the one she’d been wearing that day on Muscle Beach before the little bitch had taken off her unconscious body! She exhaled sharply and clenched her fists, struggling to control herself. Even though she knew she should not get riled up, that the only reason Stacy was wearing this was to try and put her off her stride and make her lose her head, she still found it hard to suppress her rage. Breathing deeply she stared daggers at Stacy, making a silent promise to herself to take that bikini back home - with the slut’s beaten butt still in it!

They faced off in the middle of the ring, sizing each other up. They were both in great shape and looking more of less evenly matched. Similarly built, their tall, leggy frames gleamed softly under the bright lights. Stacy’s body was fractionally taller, her legs a tad longer and their muscles more defined and her torso was leaner. Charlize’s body was sturdier with a broader, deeper, chest and wider shoulders. Both were lithe and taut, both former dancers who moved with grace and poise. Charlize’s edge was her heavier weight; Stacy’s advantage her years of experience as a professional wrestler.

They circled slowly, each looking for an opportunity to strike. Far from underestimating the opposition, each was quietly confident she would prevail in this battle. Both were veterans of many fights in entertainment circles - each having won far more than she lost, so they each had reason to feel confident. Charlize had been more active of the two since their brief encounter on the beach, having appeared twice on “Fighting With The Stars” - first against supermodel Naomi Campbell and then facing statuesque actress Kristanna Loken. Charlize had won on both occasions - though the Loken fight had been a very close call. Aside from that, she’d been in three “private” fights - ones in which she’d also been victorious: besting Jennifer Garner, Katherine Heigl and Megan Fox.

Stacy also had two appearances on FWTS, continuing her successful run with two convincing wins; first over Brazilian supermodel Gisele Bundchen and then again in the much-anticipated rematch with Trish Stratus - in which Stacy proved her shocking first victory had been no fluke. She’d had another fight - against old WCW nemesis Tylene Buck (aka Major Gunns). Irked by recent badmouthing by Tylene, Stacy sought out the busty blonde at a party, challenged and defeated her; scissoring Tylene into a tearful submission after a wild back and forth brawl.

But none of that mattered now. Past wins and losses - one’s own, or the competition’s - meant nothing to either. This was a whole new fight for both - a fight which each woman intended to win.

Stacy thought she’d be the first to take a step towards that win as she prepared to launch a swift Thrust Kick to Charlize’s stomach - one of her favorite opening gambits. What stopped her was the sudden pain in her own belly as Charlize’s foot slamming into her first! The South African had beat her to the punch - or kick - by a fraction of a second! Doubled over gasping, Stacy retreated a few steps, her eyes wide and shocked. She’d never imagined someone could even come close to her kicking range, let alone match it. Even Gisele Bundchen failed to do it in their fight.

“Don’t look so surprised, baby!” Charlize smiled smugly. “We’re just getting’ started here!”

“You got that right, bitch!” Stacy muttered, slowly circling to the left, still holding her hand to her belly. “We’re just getting’ started. And there’ll be no stoppin’ for a long time - no matter how much you cry and beg!”

Charlize’s answer was another kick - this one to Stacy’s left thigh. Her kick was mirrored by Stacy, whose right foot hit high on Charlize’s solid left thigh with a loud THWAP. Both women were undeterred and stayed on the attack. Stacy swung her right forearm in a wide arc, aiming for Theron’s head, but Charlize ducked and drove her shoulder into Stacy’s midriff, taking her down. They rolled around briefly until Charlize was able to clamp a Headlock on Stacy, getting slightly on top of the former wrestler and pinning her down.

The South African tried to add a Body Scissors to her Headlock, but Stacy anticipated it and locked one of Charlize’s legs between hers. Abandoning the Scissors for the time being, Charlize kept her position and focused on the Headlock, tightening it as tight as she could - eliciting loud groans from her squirming victim. Wriggling back and forth in attempts to free herself, Stacy slapped and clawed at Charlie’s broad back, then dug her manicured fingernails into Charlize’s taut butt cheeks. Charlize groaned but maintained her hold as she ground Stacy’s trapped head hard, panting and huffing as she struggled to keep the lissome Baltimore native under control.

“You give, bitch?” Theron asked, reveling in Stacy’s pained moans, gasps and frantic squirming.

Stacy responded by intensifying her struggles. She clawed at Charlize’s ass even harder, before grabbing the back of her bikini bottoms and yanking upwards, delivering a rather painful “wedgie.” As Charlize yelped and squirmed, Stacy suddenly bit down on the South African actress’ left breast, which had dangled dangerously close to her mouth. The thin fabric top gave Charlize no protection against Stacy’s gleaming white teeth and the Oscar winner howled in pain, pulling her upper body back; releasing her Headlock and allowing Stacy to escape.

They rose and faced off again, both breathing hard. They came at each other swinging. Stacy’s punch grazed Charlize’s jaw without effect and at the same moment, Charlize’s fist slammed into Stacy’s left breast, pancaking it and sending her reeling back with a gasp. Charlize staggered Stacy with another punch to the face, then grabbed her and slammed her down, falling on top of her. Although winded by the impact, Stacy quickly rolled, reversing their positions and putting the grinning Charlize on her back! Stacy tried to straddle Charlize, but the South African thrashed her legs and bucked her hips, throwing Stacy off. Charlize was first to her feet and as Stacy was rising, she kicked her in the ribs. Stacy groaned out loud as she crumpled to the mat; face down again.

“Little slut!” Charlize hissed, swinging her right leg toward Stacy’s prone body. Stacy cried out in pain, rolled over and started to rise, but another kick struck her high on the side of the head and as she sprawled dazed, Charlize pounced; rolling Stacy onto her belly and straddling her waist. Stacy started squirming and heaving to throw her off, but Charlize kept her mount, weighing the struggling American down. Grabbing Stacy’s hair in one hand, the South African hammered away at the former Nitro Girl’s head and neck with the other. Stacy squealed and twisted to no avail.

Maintaining her seat, Charlize plunged her fist time and again into the side of Stacy’s vulnerable neck, stunning the younger woman. “That’ll teach you to wear MY clothes, you little bitch!” The Oscar winning actress began to undo the straps of Stacy’s bikini top, taking great care not to damage it. Stacy tried to resist, but was too dazed by the blows to her head and Charlize was able to work the top free. “Whoo-hooo!” The beautiful South African yelled, twirling the top high over her head with one hand as she rode her bucking foe hard, holding onto Stacy’s hair with her other hand “Yeah, baby! Squirm for me!”

“OOOOWWWW! GET OFFA ME, YOU COW!” Stacy howled, writhing wildly.

“Shut your mouth, little girl!” Charlize chided. “Or do you want me to shut it for ya?” Without waiting for her reply, Charlize grabbed two handfuls of hair and slammed Stacy’s face on the mat. She let out a muffled groan and struggled even harder, but with the heavier woman’s weight bearing on her, escape was impossible. Grinning maliciously, Charlize began scrubbing Stacy’s face into the mat; working side-to-side; grinding on the canvas to screams of pain and outrage from the leggy beauty.

“That’s right, bitch, taste the floor!” Charlize panted, leaning heavily on the back of Keibler’s head.

“MMMMMPH! MMMMMPH!” Stacy said in reply, her long legs kicking frantically as her pretty face was being cruelly mashed into the hard surface.

“Can’t hear you. Speak up!” Charlize grinned and reached back with her right hand, treating Stacy’s perfectly-rounded derriere to several hard smacks, making the taut flesh jiggle.

Fighting for all she was worth under the aggressive and determined South African, the lithe Baltimore native finally managed to tuck her legs under her and heaved up with all her might and Charlize toppled forward with a short scream. Stacy was at last able to rise to her feet, the flush of effort and embarrassment spreading from her face all the way down to her now bare chest.

Smiling smugly as she rose, Charlize slowly undid the straps of her own top, shrugged out of it and let it flutter to the floor. The look she gave Stacy clearly meant, “I’ll face you on equal terms; anytime, anywhere, and beat you every way possible!”

Stacy gnashed her teeth, her face taking on an even deeper shade of red at the obvious slight as the now topless beauties circled each warily other for a few seconds, then Stacy suddenly sprang forward and swung twice in rapid succession. Both punches found the target and Charlize’s arms windmilled wildly as she struggled to keep her balance. Charging forward, Stacy shoved both hands into Charlize’s chest, slamming her back into the corner. As Charlize back hit the turnbuckles, Stacy raised her right leg and planted her foot across Charlize’s windpipe, forcing her head back over the top turnbuckle as she held the ropes for balance and choked Charlize with the move made possible by Stacy’s incredibly long legs.

Stacy choked Charlize for several seconds and when the South African’s legs began to wobble, Stacy stepped back to let her take a breath. As Charlize wobbled out of the corner, Stacy whipped her right leg up and around - a flawless Spin Kick - or would-have-been had it hit! Charlize grabbed the ropes and stopped herself, staying just out of range. Even before Stacy’s foot touched the mat after the missed kick, Charlize pushed off the ropes and her fists thudded into Stacy’s body. Groaning, Stacy backed up, then tried another kick - which again missed - and this time she got a knee in the stomach for her trouble.

“What’s wrong, bitch?” Charlize inquired icily. “Not so hot when it’s a fair fight, are you?”

Stacy, doubled over with her hands on her churning belly, was unable to reply - or block the heavy SLAP that followed. Charlize shoved her violently back into the ropes, then spun to her right, swinging her own leg high in the air. WHAM! Her Spin Kick was perfect and her heel caught Stacy flush on the chin! The dazed American sprawled on her back as her feet skidded out from under her. Stacy blinked, dazed, trying to clear her head. The crowd cheered Charlize’s unexpectedly professional move and the Oscar-winner strutted regally about the ring; circling her fallen foe, basking in their admiration with an air of smug satisfaction.

“Did that hurt?” Charlize asked snidely as Stacy struggled slowly to her feet. “I’m sorry, but you brought this on yourself!” The South African beauty continued, in a mockingly apologetic tone of voice. “You should’ve stayed in your tiny little Beach Bunny League instead of tryin’ to play with the big girls. You messed with the wrong woman hon, now you’re gonna find that out the hard way just how superior I am in every way imaginable - and it’s gonna hurt!” Frustrated and enraged to near tears by the ineffectiveness of her attacks and Charlize’s taunting, Stacy made it to her feet and immediately attacked - and walked right into another kick in the face from the former ballet dancer. “Can you say ‘outclassed’?” Charlize chuckled as Stacy staggered back into the corner, her arms draped over the top ropes on either side. “Actually, you’d be a lot better off sayin’ - ‘I give up’ - but there’s no rush. We have the whole night ahead of us!”

Just as Stacy had done to her, Charlize exhibited her own long legs; mimicking Stacy’s trademark move by lifting her right leg and planting her foot under Stacy’s chin. Rising onto the toes of her left foot, Charlize increased the pressure on Stacy’s neck, forcing her to arch her long, lean, body as her head was pushed back over the top ropes.

“How do you like it?” Charlize gloated. “How’s it feel when someone uses your own move against you?”

As her face got red, Stacy held the top rope in her left hand, grabbed Charlize’s ankle with her right hand, then made two short, sharp, Scissors Kicks; the insteps of both feet whipping up to hammer into Theron’s exposed and vulnerable pubic mound. The staccato SMACK, SPLAT of the twin cunt punts echoed through the hall and the look of sheer agony on Charlize’s stunned face was a sight to behold! Charlize’s left (support) leg buckled and with Stacy holding her right leg head high, she couldn’t get her balance and toppled over flat on her back. Still holding Charlize’s right leg straight up in the air, Stacy stepped forward and STOMP, kicked Charlize’s stretched out hamstring. A second STOMP smashed down on Charlize’s pussy and took her breath away. Stacy slammed Charlize’s leg down and STOMP, drove her heel down into her thigh. With four or five quick kicking motions, Stacy had effectively crippled Theron’s right leg!

Stacy backed off, ran her fingers through her hair and sneered, “Never use a move until you know the counter to it, hon.”

Charlize staggered to her feet, hobbling on her injured right leg, but she’s barely finished straightening up when Stacy sprang and left her feet in a Standing Drop Kick. Her bare feet smashed Charlize’s bare breasts flat, sending her limping backward fighting to stay upright. Bouncing back to her feet, Stacy went after Charlize who was bent over cupping her aching breasts in her hands. Snarling, Stacy used a handful of hair to lift Charlize’s head, then a hard SLAP spun her around. A shove in the back sent her careening chest first into the corner turnbuckle which she hit with an audible “OOF” as her arms flopped over the top ropes.

“I’ll show you outclassed, you arrogant slut!” Stacy hissed, hammering her fist into Theron’s kidney and making Charlize cry out in pain. A knee to the same spot drew an even louder yelp from the embattled South African. “Like that, huh? You bitch?” Stacy growled as she again drove her knee into Charlize’s back.

“AAAAAHH! ST…AAAAAARGH” Charlize’s attempt to say ‘Stop!’ was cut short when Stacy laced her fingers together and slammed her doubled fists into the South African’s right kidney. Arching her back, Charlize shuddered from the impact as her knees buckled. She grabbed the ropes to hold herself up but Stacy felt no pity for her suffering rival. She grabbed the waist of Charlize’s bikini bottom and jerked up! Charlize screamed and instinctively rose onto her toes to ease the searing pain the Wedgie caused to the sensitive area between her rubbery legs.

“Who’s outclassed NOW, bitch, huh? Who’s gonna give NOW?” Stacy shouted.

Not letting up a second, the Baltimore native used Charlize’s hair to ram her head down on the thinly padded turnbuckle SMACK…SMACK…SMACK! Each time Charlize moaned and by the time Stacy stopped, her head was spinning. Still she was far from finished and she drove an elbow back into Stacy’s ribs! Gasping and clutching the hurt area, Stacy failed to see the other elbow - which slammed into the side of her forehead.

Stacy was staggered and couldn’t react in time as Charlize turned and pounced, tackling her to the mat. Stacy hit flat on her back and Charlize landed on top of her. Gasping and grunting, the two beauties rolled over and over; their lithe, sweat-glistening bodies wriggling and squirming as they strained against each other locked in an all-out battle for supremacy. The contest went back and forth, with both women giving it their all, but Charlize’s sturdier build was the difference as she gradually gained the upper hand, then managed to transfer her advantage into complete control, bending Stacy’s lissome, supple, frame to her will.

Stacy fought wildly but in vain as Charlize’s strength - and her weight - proved too much to overcome. Overpowering the leggy American, Charlize rolled Stacy onto her back, grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as her dancer’s legs applied a perfect Grapevine to Keibler’s slender stems.

“How’s THAT?” Charlize panted as her powerful legs forced Stacy’s to spread wide and wider. “Enjoyin’ yourself, bitch?”

Stacy was definitely NOT enjoying herself! It was a most uncomfortable and embarrassing position, one she wasn’t used to being placed in. Usually, Stacy was the one applying this hold to someone and now that she was on the receiving end, she was really struggling to cope with it.

“Now you know…” Charlize panted, “… the difference between a real star and a second-rate punk like you? Now you know why I’VE got the best legs in the business!” Weighing her rival down, Charlize snapped her legs outward, forcing Stacy’s legs wider still. Even as flexible as she was, Stacy couldn’t help letting out a yelp of pain. “Ooh, you like that. I can tell!” Charlize purred. “It’s a position you must be used to bein’ in, am I right?”

Reveling in her superiority, the dominant blonde beauty continued to taunt the pinned Stacy while torturing her with the Grapevine; grinding her nylon and spandex clad mound on Stacy’s. Adding to Stacy’s humiliation, Charlize rubbed her naked, sweaty, breasts on Stacy’s face and mocked her as she demanded her surrender.

But instead of surrendering when Stacy opened her mouth, she sucked the nipple of Charlize’s right breast into her mouth, holding it between her full, soft, lips and began flicking her tongue over the tip. Charlize was almost instantly aroused; her nipple swelling in response to Stacy’s stimulation. She sighed and moaned happily…until Stacy bit down - hard!

Charlize screeched and writhed, her Grapevine forgotten in the sudden waves of agonizing pain radiating out from her sensitive breast. Once Stacy freed her arms and extricated her legs from Theron’s, Stacy planted her feet on the mat and thrust upward, bucking her hips to flip Charlize off . Rising to her knees, Stacy dove on Charlize, grabbed her throat; shook her head violently; slamming it on the mat over and over! Stunned and hurt, Charlize could do little when Stacy dropped on her; her long, toned limbs wrapping up the statuesque South African’s body.

Securing Theron in a Full Nelson/Body Scissors combination, Stacy used two handfuls of blond hair to cinch the Full Nelson, then rolled onto her back and pulled Charlize over on top of her, stretching her full length atop her. Giving a determined grunt, Stacy began to pour on the pressure! Charlize gasped, then cried out; her flushed face contorted in pain as Stacy’s powerful legs crushed her midsection when she crossed her ankles and dug her heels into Theron’s pubic mound. Grunting with the effort of the combined holds, Stacy arched her back, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Charlize struggled; she whipped her arms left and then right; she planted her feet on the mat and pushed her trapped upward; she tried to twist and rock her lithe body side-to-side; but nothing helped. Stacy had her locked in good and tight.

“Tell me about legs, honey!” Stacy grunted, flexing her sinewy thighs and crushing Charlize’s waist. “Still think yours compare with THESE?”

“OOOOWWWWW! LET GO…BITCH!!” Charlize gulped, kicking and twisting futilely. She was in trouble and knew it. Trapped in her rival’s deadly legs she was both hurt and tiring fast. She realized she had to escape soon to stand any hope of winning the fight. Easier said than done! Stacy knew she had the advantage and she was determined to keep it! The harder Charlize struggled, the more Stacy tightened her hold. Like an anaconda with its prey, her tightly muscled legs compressed the South African’s sides each time she exhaled; making it harder for her to take her next breath.

“Give it up, slut; you’re not goin’ anywhere! You’re all mine now!” Stacy growled.

Stacy strained to control Charlize’s squirming frame but the sweat pouring off both their bodies wasn’t making the task easy. So far, however, she had managed to hang on and could now feel Theron’s struggles slowing. Stacy just wasn’t sure how long she’d have to keep up the pressure before Theron broke. Charlize was a strong, proud, determined woman who was sparing no effort in her attempts to break free. Stacy knew life would be a lot more difficult if the enraged Charlize got loose and she wanted to avoid any such a complication. To win was important for all sorts of reasons and Stacy intended to get it - by any means necessary, fair or foul!

Shifting tactics, Stacy unlocked her ankles, wrapped her left calf over Charlize’s left thigh and put her right heel on her struggling foe’s belly, then pushed it down, snagging it under the front of Charlize’s bikini bottom and pushing it down to mid-thigh, exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the crevice of her pussy. Charlize squealed, “Nooooo…” and shook her head in protest; increasing her frantic struggle… but she was well and truly trapped by Stacy’s hair-aided Full Nelson and couldn’t get away. All she could do was take deep breaths as she slowly twisted from side to side as Stacy began rubbing and caressing Charlize’s ‘most sensitive area’ with her bare foot as she continued to hold the South African beauty captive. Charlize’s breath came quicker, her breathing more rapid as Stacy’s heel spread her labia apart to knead her swollen clit.

“Ooh, you’re enjoying it, I can tell!” Stacy mocked from under her - the exact words Charlize used earlier.

“UUUNNNGH…NO… LET…ME… GO!” Charlize mooed.

Charlize sensed she was on the brink of losing the fight and struggled wildly, realizing that she absolutely had to break the Nelson and get distance between her and Stacy and find time to regroup. She probably could have too - she certainly had the strength - had it not been for Stacy’s foot slipping, sliding, and wriggling on her aroused nether region. It was distracting her; disconcerting her; it was turning her ON…and she positively hated it!

Stacy had done her homework, interviewing a half dozen actresses and several porn stars. She was perfectly aware of her celebrated opponent’s weaknesses and she continued to use Charlize’s well-documented vulnerability to sensuality to her advantage; rubbing and exciting the sexual Oscar-winner into a lust frenzy to the rhythm of the crowd’s cheers and hoots.

“LET…GUH…GO… YOU BITCH!… LET GO…OHHH… OF ME!” Charlize howled, both embarrassed and furious; her body trembling with tension and shivering with excitement. “I swear I’ll…kuh…kuh-ill you…when I get…fruh…free!” she snarled, arching her back and bouncing her ass on Stacy’s groin trying to force her to release her.

“I believe you,” Stacy panted in Charlize’s ear, “But you’re NOT gettin’ free! You’re not goin’ anywhere; you’re doin’ anythin’! Your ass - and everything else - belongs to ME now!”

Stacy pulled her foot out of Charlize’s pussy and again wrapped her python-like legs around her svelte midsection. After several seconds, she released her Full Nelson and wrapped her slender arms around Charlize’s head and neck, putting her in a Sleeper Hold. Her forearm and biceps clamped down, pinching shut the carotid artery that carried the oxygen-carrying blood to the South African’s brain.

Realizing what was happening, Charlize fought with all her might against her impending doom; twisting like a maniac and bucking like a wild mustang; her shapely, sweaty, body writhing and heaving as she strained to break the dual grips that kept her captive and drained her strength at the same time. It was all in vain! Calm and focused, Stacy lay on her back and methodically worked both holds; her strong, sexy legs squeezing Charlize’s ever-softening mid-section; her wiry arms constricted Charlize’s neck; the combination forcing her closer and closer to unconsciousness - whether from loss of air due to Stacy’s python-like constriction of her ability to take in air, or the Sleeper Hold cutting her blood’s ability to get what little oxygen she could inhale to her brain. Every passing second brought Charlize closer to another humiliation.

“It’s over, bitch!” Stacy gasped between deep, heaving, breaths. “YOU’RE over!”

As much as Charlize wanted to disagree, her body wouldn’t let her. It had reached it’s limit in this lengthy, grueling, battle and was beginning to falter; done in by another woman’s brutal clutch. Simply put - Theron had had it. She’d come into the clash as the slightly less experienced fighter, but with an advantage in weight and strength over Stacy. But none of it mattered now. Stacy had found an opening, gone for it, and then hung on - slowly wearing down and weakening Charlize to the point where the seasoned South African had become a helpless plaything for the younger American. Charlize was trying to fight on, but her efforts lacked her previous intensity and she was growing weaker and more feeble by the second.

Her arms and legs wagging in uncoordinated flailing, Charlize squirmed listlessly in unsuccessful attempts to break the steely legs grip about her torso. She pulled at Stacy’s forearm, but couldn’t budge it and her Sleeper remained tight. Her feet scuffed weakly, sweeping over the mat as she bridged halfway, then collapsed; her body shuddering from the effort. Her oxygen-starved muscles screamed in protest; her firm butt cheeks clenched; her firm, perky, breasts quivered and jiggled as her air deprived chest heaved. But Charlize just couldn’t cope with Stacy’s power in her weakened state.

With a shudder, her body relaxed, went limp and flopped down, her hands falling from Stacy’s arms to lay spread out at her sides. Charlize’s normally tight, toned, body went slack; her knees splayed loosely and fell apart, opening the gash between her spasming thighs; her eyelids fluttered closed on her crimson face…she was on the very brink of unconsciousness.

Then Stacy released her Sleeper and shoved her off of her, rolling Charlize to one side. Rising as quickly as her own tired legs propelled her, Stacy pounced on Theron before she knew what had happened. Quick and agile, the Baltimore Beauty gave Charlize no chance as she swiftly clamped her fabled legs around the South African’s head in a crushing HeadScissors. The woozy Charlize returned to reality to excruciating pain - but there was little she could except squeal and whimper as her skull was crushed in the vice of Stacy’s powerful 42” gams.

“Still think your legs are better than mine, you egotistical hack?” Stacy asked through clenched teeth, breathing heavily. “Let’s see if I can change your mind!”

Tightening her HeadScissors, Stacy helped herself to two handfuls of Charlize’s long golden tresses, then went into a violent ‘Death Roll’ - twisting and turning, flipping them both across the mat one way, then back the other; again and again; dragging the limp, trapped Charlize with her, forcing her to help roll with her to avoid a neck injury. Mewling in pain, Charlize slapped and pawed at the steely thighs surrounding her head - but there was no way out. Stacy had her and wasn’t letting her go.

“OOOOOOOOOWWWWW! LET... GO…OOOOOH!” the trapped beauty bemoaned; her head feeling about to implode from the massive pressure.

“GIVE…YOU…BITCH! GIVE UP!” Stacy shouted, removing one hand from her opponent’s hair to slap Charlize’s face and breasts, wringing even louder screams of protest from the suffering Oscar winner.

“NOOOOOOO!!” Charlize bellowed, her pride refusing to let her surrender to the younger and (in her opinion) lesser woman. The trouble was, she had nothing but her pride left to resist with. She could neither fight back nor escape. It was only a matter of how much more she could take in her battered, exhausted state. Not much, if Stacy had anything to say about it!

Redoubling her effort, Stacy punished Charlize, brutally slapping and clawing Charlize’s squirming, near-naked body; her own lithe, glistening frame flexing and heaving as she strained to break her. And, in the end, break her she did - using her considerable leg strength to crush the trapped blondes head; her sculpted thighs bulging and pulsating; sending shockwave after shockwave of agony through Charlize’s whole being.

Finally, almost to the relief of the fans watching, Stacy wrung a submission from the overwhelmed South African beauty… although Charlize salved her ego somewhat by signaling her submission instead of being forced into the more humiliating verbal admission Stacy would’ve preferred.

Releasing her conquered prey, Stacy stood straddling Charlize’s limp, quivering, body; her own sweat-streaked body glistening under the bright lights as she stood with her long legs spread, braced wide apart as she lifted her hands in triumph, her chest heaving.

“Now you know!” Stacy said simply, as much to Charlize as to the crowd - though nobody could hear her over the godawful din. Still, it didn’t keep the victorious Baltimorian from basking in her moment of glory - and gloating over her celebrated, mighty, prized conquest. Stacy had fought hard to earn her victory and now she intended to enjoy it to the fullest!

Slipping a foot under Charlize’s shoulder, Stacy rolled the limp and unresisting beaten blonde over onto her belly, then she bent down to strip Charlize of her bikini bottom. Standing with her trophy in hand, she kicked Charlize’s long legs apart and knelt between them, leaned forward and rested both hands on Charlize’s quivering butt cheeks. Stacy looked over at Charlize’s lover, Cat Bell, sitting grim-faced and silent at ringside. Their eyes met and Stacy winked! Cat half rose out of her seat, then slumped back in resignation - and the knowledge that several of Stacy’s former wrestling buddies were poised to pounce if she tried to interfere and save Charlize.

Seated behind Cat - between Beth Phoenix and Torrie Wilson - Mickie James leaned over, put an arm around Cat’s neck and pushed her hand down the front of Cat’s low-cut gown. She grabbed a full breast, gave a squeeze and hissed, “Good thinkin’ hon. I sooo wanna take THESE out so we can all play with ‘em.” Mickie stuck her tongue in Cat’s ear and then the three wrestlers burst out laughing when they saw her shiver of disgust.

“It’s time you got your medicine, you stuck-up bitch!” Stacy panted to Charlize.

She rose on her knees, reached around and worked her hands under Charlize’s waist, then she lifted Charlize and set her on all fours with her ass in the air and her forehead on the mat. The South African was dimly aware of what was happening but was still in a semi-stupor after her crushing defeat - one she’d never thought possible! She meekly allowed Stacy to manipulate her shaking, pain-racked, body as she saw fit. And what Stacy saw fit was to use Theron’s own bikini top to tie Charlize’s wrists together behind her back; then she lifted Charlize into the undignified ‘ass up’ position and casually begin to spank her raised rump!

Once Stacy had Charlize’s nether region all toasty warm and glowing bright red, she inched forward and pressed her pelvis on Charlize’s Oscar-winning, creamy, tight, round, butt. Stacy began to slowly gyrate - her now-customary ‘Victory Grind.’ The crowd howled with pleasure and Stacy smiled lasciviously as she brazenly rubbed herself on her fallen foe’s sweat-glistening derriere. Neither the fact that Charlize’s bikini bottom was still technically on (more or less) - it was down to mid-thigh - nor the absence of actual penetration, made Stacy’s lewd display any less explicit or humiliating! Charlize had already been badly embarrassed by her sound thrashing at the hands of Stacy Keibler - of all people!

Still, Charlize made no attempt to resist - with her hands bound it was next to impossible anyway - but it took pride and willpower not to lower herself to protest the added indignity. Silently clenching her teeth and fists, she mentally vowed to wreak terrible vengeance on the uppity bitch who had the effrontery to use her - Charlize ‘fuckin’ THERON - as her private little playtoy or, worse, her slave bitch.

Once she’d made her point, Stacy tugged Charlize’s bikini bottom down to her knees, slammed her face into the mat and jerked the sweaty bikini bottom down past Charlize’s knees, over her ankles and off, tossing it aside. Forcing her knees between Charlize’s thighs under her hips, Stacy used her long legs to spread the dazed blonde’s legs wide apart, her hands holding onto Theron’s hips as Stacy bent to rub her bare breasts on Charlize’s back. The spectators at ringside saw Stacy whisper something to Charlize who reacted with wide-eyed shock, frantically shaking her head ‘no’ - which put a smirking grin on Stacy’s pouty lips.

“Oh yes,” Stacy crowed, grabbing a fistful of Charlize’s disheveled hair to jerk her head up, then pulled back until the South African beauty’s body was bowed; her perky breasts jutting forward; her excited nipples ‘en pointe’. “Now we’ll give these fans a show like the ones you put on for porn star friends at their club!”

With that, Stacy lunged forward and used the handful of hair to smash Charlize facefirst on the mat. With her hands tied behind her, and Stacy holding her head back, Charlize couldn’t cushion the impact and her chin cracked the mat so hard she saw stars! With Charlize again badly discombobulated, Stacy pushed her thighs under Charlize’s hips, raising her lower body as Stacy moved forward until Charlize’s legs were held wide apart by the width of Stacy’s hips.

Stacy looked around at the crowd who fell silent, wondering what she would do next. She showed them when she held up her hand as if making the Vulcan ‘live long’ sign, then slowly ran her tongue up and down the V formed by her middle fingers. The crowd went wild when she tried to slip her hand down between her own belly and Charlize’s ass, but there wasn’t enough room! After a brief hesitation, she smiled, wrapped her arms around Charlize’s butt from both sides and reached under between her legs. Charlize’s head lifted slowly off the mat, her eyes still unfocused, as Stacy spread her labia and slowly inserted her fingers up into Charlize’s pussy.

“Unnnnhhhhh…” the South African moaned, shaking her head; trying to clear the cobwebs. “Ohhhhhh…God…doonnt...”

Stacy just laughed and the audience could see the muscles in her forearms as she maneuvered her digits in the tight, moist, opening. Despite opinions to the contrary, if there was one skill Stacy HAD picked up on the pro wrestling circuit, it was how to pleasure another woman. It was something every rookie was taught, willingly or not, and Stacy had proven herself to be quite a fast learner - as Charlize was finding out, much to her dismay. Her body jerked and twitched as Stacy touched her in just the right way, finding her clit and bringing it to full arousal; the hard nub swelling as blood flowed into it under her insistent stroking, pulling and pinching.

Charlize’s face turned bright scarlet as she felt her body respond to Stacy’s touch as the Baltimore Beauty settled into a slow, steady stroking rhythm that forced Charlize’s body to ‘dance to her tune.’ Stacy even tried out a couple of tricks that Cheryl Burke and Julianne Hough had taught her during training; tricks Stacy was eager to show Torrie Wilson as soon as she got a chance. Charlize was like a puppet on Stacy’s string; a mindless, dripping, panting, moaning, plaything.

When Stacy felt she had Charlize right where she wanted her, she ran her left hand slowly up Charlize’s belly to her hanging breasts and cupped her left breast. As Charlize’s nipple dropped between her fingers, she squeezed hard, crushing the soft, pliant, flesh until she heard a squeak of pain from her reluctant costar in this little porno exhibition. Stacy released her breast and pinched the nipple, pulling it down to stretch the breast. Stacy grinned when Charlize couldn’t stifle a little cry when she released her grip and let it snap back..

Stacy raked her fingernails over Charlize’s breasts, then down her belly, leaving bright pink welts on her flawless skin. She put her hands palm-to-palm and wedged them deep in Charlize’s pussy, pumping several times until Theron’s body went rigid, then she lifted her head and cried out as she climaxed! When Stacy pulled her right hand out, a stream of liquid poured out and spilled on the mat between Stacy’s knees. She patted Charlize on the back with her right hand, congratulating her on her, “…great performance” then ran that hand up Theron’s side, to latch onto her right breast.

As she continued to finger Charlize’s pussy with her left hand, Stacy gave her right breast a couple of hard squeezes, hard enough that Charlize groaned each time; then she ‘milked’ her right nipple stretching it out to the max and letting it snap back, which - because of Charlize’s accompanying sobs - brought Stacy close to a climax herself.

More breast teasing, taking place during intervals when Stacy wasn’t fingering her pussy, pushed Charlize to a second orgasm, quickly followed by a third! Stacy pulled her fingers out of Charlize, released her breast and crabbed back out from under Theron’s trembling butt. Charlize’s body slumped flat on the mat, her eyes closed, her breath coming in rapid, ragged, gasps; her legs quivering as she tried to close them, yet too weak to manage it.

Stacy rose languidly to her feet and strutted proudly around the ring, pausing to collect her bikini top and Charlize’s bottom. She returned to Charlize and planted her foot on the conquered woman’s ass, holding up the sweaty garments up to signify her victory - just in case everyone wasn’t yet clear about the outcome.

“You shouldn’t have challenged me, slut!” Stacy spoke to the prone woman. “Not in this ring, or ANYWHERE! You should’ve realized how much better I am back on that beach; shoulda counted your blessings instead of letting your delusions overrule your judgment and get you into a fight you KNOW you can never hope to win! You ever try to challenge me again…I’ve got a big, thick, black dildo at home that I’ d love to use on your sorry ass!”

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Stacy hair-hauled Charlize’s tired, aching body to her feet. On rubbery legs, she swayed against Stacy, their exposed nipples touching. Stacy’s first thought was to put the bitch back down where she belonged, but something in Charlize’s gaze stopped her. She didn’t like the look in those eyes one bit. It wasn’t exactly frightening, but it made her wary. She saw the wounded pride in the South African’s eyes; but it definitely was NOT the look of a beaten woman. Stacy pushed Charlize’s back against the ropes and bent her back over the top strand, leaning on her with her chest.

“Don’t forget my warning,” Stacy growled. “I know you still think you’re a big star, but one or two more shows like today and you’re going to be a laughing stock. So don’t be so full of yourself you make bets you can’t afford to pay.” With that, she spun around, stomped angrily across the ring and exited, carrying not only her own top, but Charlize’s new bikini bottom as well; adding another trophy to her fast-growing collection of women’s sportswear.

Charlize righted herself and looked around for the nearest exit. Before she could struggle through the ropes, Cat Bell was at her side, murmuring comforting words as she untied Charlize’s bonds, then wrapped her in her robe, covering her head to hide her tears from the photographers as, with an arm around her waist, Cat steered her up the aisle to her dressing room.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, Cat was still trying to calm Charlize down as the irate blonde, still naked, paced angrily back and forth in her dressing room. All Cat’s attempts to mollify her fighter had failed and she was left with little option other than to agree with Charlize and hope that, in a day or two, she’d be able to talk sense to her.

“You want to go kick her ass next week,” Cat said in a soothing tone. “I get that. Hell, I’ve felt that way myself plenty of times. But you just got your pussy drained in front of 15,000 fans and nobody’s going to forget that for a long time. You go after Keibler this soon - before you are ready for her - and what happens next time could be even worse. You’ve gotta play this smart, work on some techniques; find a way to counter her kicks; get something in your repertoire that will put her down and keep her down. Right now, she’s a better, and more experienced, wrestler than you are. You’ve got to accept that and learn to deal with it.”

Charlize huffed and kicked the trash can for about the sixth time since she got back to her dressing room. She didn’t want to hear that Stacy was better than her at anything - no proud woman ever wanted to hear that. She knew that, already, her peers had looks of malicious joy in their eyes, rejoicing at her defeat and plotting their own campaigns to take advantage of the ‘weakened’ star. Charlize wouldn’t pay any attention to them - she knew the reaction was entirely natural. She was beautiful, talented, successful - and they hated her for it, moreso since she’d kicked most their asses at one time or another. They didn’t bother her.

What bothered her was that she’d been beaten - well and truly beaten - by a low-life like Stacy Keibler. It was by no means the first time she’d lost a fight - but this time it really stung. Being forced to submit to a woman she considered her inferior in every way; a nobody in terms of celebrity - THAT really stung her pride. That Stacy had done it using her legs - Charlize’s own pride and joy - rankled that much more. Charlize hadn’t won an Oscar - and got the fat paychecks she demanded - for nothing! She could put up a good front when she had to, but she was hurting inside and out.

Nevertheless, Charlize recognized the truth in Cat’s words and slowly, she regained her composure. Finally agreeing to, “…take a shower and cool down.”

Later, when Charlize and Cat were leaving their dressing room for the hotel, they ran into Stacy Keibler and her wrestler buddies in the tunnel under the stands. Cat tried to pull Charlize in the opposite direction, but she shrugged off Cat’s hand and headed straight for Stacy and the other five women with her. Cat, with a sinking feeling in her stomach, sighed with resignation and followed her girlfriend, prepared to back her as far as she could.

Stacy looked up and smiled confidently as Charlize came striding up to her, but her expression changed dramatically when Theron grabbed her by the front of her blouse, pulled her to her and went nose-to-nose with the wiry wrestler.

“Let me tell you what YOU should NOT have done, little girl!” Charlize said in a cold, flat tone, glaring hard into the eyes of the woman an inch or so taller who’d just kicked her ass. “You should NEVER think you’re somethin’! And you definitely shouldn’t have done what you did! Fine, you won the fight, I’ll give you that. But instead of quittin’ while you were ahead, you had to flaunt it! You saw a bunch of wasted, shot-up, lame-ass bozos and you thought you had a fan base! You just had to show off…to rub it in!” She hadn’t meant that to be a pun only aware of it after the words had left her mouth, but there was no turning back now! “THAT was a huge mistake! And you’re about to find out soon just how big a mistake when you try your pathetic little attempt to make it in Hollywood. Even if you HAD talent - which you do NOT - you can forget about getting anything remotely resembling decent work in this town - I’ll see to it personally!”

“You try to screw me over bitch, and I’ll find you and I’ll rip those pathetic little tits clear off your chest and shove ‘em where I just had my fingers!” Stacy huffed indignantly. But there was a lack of conviction in her tone and the worry in her eyes was visible. She knew Charlize meant what she was saying and worried she’d make good on the threat.

“I don’t think so, girlie!” Charlize grinned. “You got lucky today... for the last time! From here on, your life’s over and your funeral is starting! And it’s gonna be a long one, with plenty of grief!”

Seeing them in the dark tunnel, a casual observer who’d missed the fight might have had a hard time guessing they’d just finished a fierce battle and who was the victor and which the vanquished. They looked like two tall, beautiful, woman having a heated argument. But that was from afar. A close observer would have seen a very disconcerted Stacy Keibler trying hard to maintain her composure while being stared down by a proud Charlize Theron who was now perfectly calm and self-assured and looking every bit the A-list star she was.

“You shouldn’t have messed with me, you little slut!” Charlize hissed and the venomous look in her eyes made Stacy recoil as if struck. “You’re about to learn the difference between a star and a worthless nobody like you! You may have won this little spat, but you can NEVER win another fight against me! I’m Charlize Theron and you’re...” The Oscar winning actress looked Stacy up and down with disdain and just shrugged her shoulders, leaving the sentence unfinished. They locked eyes again and it was Stacy who looked away first, prompting a derisive smirk from Charlize. “I think this belongs to me!” she said, taking her bikini bottom from Stacy’s hand.

Stacy, who for the better part of the past two minutes had been looking like she’d been hit over the head with a folding metal chair, didn’t try to hold onto her ‘spoils of war’.

“On second thought, here, you can keep’ it!” Charlize balled up the crumpled nylon and spandex and shoved it between Stacy’s breasts. The young woman raised her hands to grab it in a reflex. “I can always buy more and God knows - from now on you’re gonna need all the handouts you can get!”

Smiling wolfishly, Charlize gave Stacy a hug - during which she did her best to crush Stacy’s vertebrae - then kissed her hard on the lips and slowly turned to join Cat as they headed for the nearest exit. But just as Charlize and Cat walked out the door, they stopped when they heard a familiar voice.

“Tsk-tsk. How the mighty have fallen!” The clearly mocking voice snapped Charlize out of her gloomy reverie. Turning, she looked directly into Angelina Jolie’s leering face. “Really, Theron, you should go and have that wimpfluenza of yours looked at - it could rub off on others!” Charlize gnashed her teeth and said nothing, so Angelina continued. “I knew you were yesterday’s news ever since she whipped your ass on the beach...now everybody has seen it for themselves and knows it too!” Charlize said nothing, prompting the beautiful brunette to inquire, “Aren’t you gonna say something? That collar around your neck isn’t too tight, is it? God, Char; she just officially made you her bitch up there! She owns you! A worthless little nobody like that! If I didn’t already have more bitches than I can shake a riding crop at, I’d be tempted to add you to my stable myself.”

Angelina spat out the hateful words, coincidentally using almost the same terms Charlize had used herself when speaking to Stacy moments before. Charlize merely gave a tired, resigned, smile; then turned and began to walk away. But the next moment she spun and drove her fist straight to the point of the unsuspecting Jolie’s jutting jaw. Pain shot clear up Charlize’s arm to her brain and she winced, then cursed her stupidity as she shook her numb hand; certain she’d broken it.

Angelina dropped like she’d been shot and flopped onto her back; her arms and legs spread-eagled. She lifted her head and made a few feeble attempts to rise, but she was too dazed and gave up, laying blinking up at the bright lights dancing before her eyes.

“That’s it?!” Cat Bell said, looking down at Jolie incredulously. “That’s all you got?!”

A half-sympathetic, half-scornful smile curled Charlize’s lips and she fired her own poison-dripping arrow straight home into Jolie’s groggy brain. “Makes one wonder, doesn’t it, Angie? If she owns ME, where’s that put your sorry ass?” Charlize walked away, satisfied she’d managed to end an otherwise dismal night on a high note. Angelina slowly sat up rubbing her jaw. "You're gonna regret that, Theron," she mumbled. "You and your new slit-slut, Pussycat Bell will rue the day you crossed me!"

Back inside, Stacy was still standing in the tunnel clutching her souvenir bikini to her bosom - and looking a little troubled. She’d won the fight alright, but her victory celebration had been ruined and she didn’t feel like a winner. The joy of having whipped Charlize Theron’s ass had turned into a major (and lasting, it would seem) headache. Deep furrows of concern creasing her brow and she couldn’t stop wondering if Charlize could REALLY make good on her threat. Something told her she could, and recalling the look in Theron’s smoldering blue/green eyes, Stacy knew the bitch absolutely would try! It appears this would not be the last time these two meet!

END