Tea Leoni vs. Charlize Theron: Submission Holds Match by longtime lurker

Tea Leoni and Charlize Theron had agreed to a most unusual form of physical combat. Instead of a regular wrestling match the two agreed to a submission hold match. What would that mean? It meant that both women would exchange turns applying submission hold to each other. The holds had to be broken after two minutes. If your opponent did not submit in that time then it was her turn and vice versa.

Charlize, still smarting from her horrible beating at the hands of Amanda Peet, was eager to regain her reputation as the premiere fighter in the Underground Celebrity Wrestling League. Tea, however, would be no pushover. As tall as Charlize, with long lean dancer's legs, she was a physical match for the statuesque South African blond.

Charlize came out first wearing a jog bra and clingy spandex pants. She was barefoot. The crowd applauded her lustily. Tea came out next. She wore a one piece, black teddy and was also barefooted. As the ref. called the two women to the center of the ring, Tea stared Charlize directly in the eye.

"Amanda softened you up, now I'm gonna finish you off, bitch," Tea said with a cocky grin.

"How are you going to do that when you're passed out?" answered Charlize calmly.

"Save it for the match ladies" said the ref., shaking his head at their bravado. The announcer outlined the stipulations of the unique match. Which woman would go first was to be determined by coin flip. As it turned out, Tea won the coin flip and a devilish smile lit up her face.

"You ready to squeal, Charlie?"

Charlize stayed as calm as she could as the ref. signaled for the match to start. Tea immediately charged, spearing the blonde in the stomach. Charlize crumpled heavily to the mat with Tea on top of her. Then the brunette dug her fingers deep into Charlize's tight stomach.

"Unghhhhh," Charlize moaned in a low voice as she writhed in the stomach claw.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! 1 minute and 50 seconds to go Charlie," mocked Tea as she twisted the stomach claw even more violently.

Charlize closed her eyes tight against the pain as her bare legs kicked up and down and her feet beat against the canvas as she tried desperately to overcome the terrible pain in her lower belly.

"Do you give up?" asked the ref.

"Unghh..no...," replied Charlize, feebly shaking her head.

Barely one minute had gone by.

"C'mon you little bitch," said a frustrated Tea as worked her grip on Charlize' belly more and more tightly. "Do I have to rupture something before you give up?"

"Aaaaaaghhh!" cried Charlize. Then she muttered, "Piss off!"

Finally, after another minute of this brutal torture, the ref. ordered Tea to break the hold. Her time was up.

"OK. Your turn, Charlize," he said.

Charlize Theron struggled to her feet, tenderly holding her stomach. She realize that losing the coin flip may be a bigger factor than she'd thought initially. She was only allowed 30 seconds grace before she had to initiate a hold on Tea. Otherwise, under the rules of the match, she forfeited her turn. After a few brief seconds of repose, Charlize gathered herself up enough to resume the match. She walked up to Tea and drove her knee into the brunette's pussy.

Tea crumpled over on her knees, bent at the waist and clutching her throbbing muff. Charlize quickly flipped her over onto her stomach, tucked up one of Tea's long legs and pinned the other leg with her knee. Then Charlize grabbed hold of the ankle on Tea's free leg and started wrenching it violently with both hands.

"Gaggghhhhh!" Tea screamed immediately.

"Mmmmm-yeah baby," seethed Charlize. "Getting a taste of your own medicine now, huh."

Tea buried her head in her arms to try and hide the terrible pain etched on her face. She even bit her arm to try to keep from screaming while Charlize concentrated grimly on the task at hand, pulling back on the ankle lock as violently as she could; almost bringing it to the breaking point.

"Mmmmmmppphhh! Mmmmppphhh!" Tea cried, her arms barely muffling her agonized screams.

"Do you give?" the ref. asked, his voice betraying his concern.

"N-no-no---oh God, oh God, no," Tea babbled desperately.

Charlize didn't get upset, just gave an extra twist to the ankle lock and sent Tea into fresh spasms of screaming.

"Aaaaaaaggghhhh!' she cried out.

Just as it looked like Tea was about to say something, the ref. signaled the end of Charlize' two minutes. Tea had survived.

Rejuvenated, Charlize released the hold and stood up, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a boxer. Tea, meanwhile, wiped the tears away from her face and got up very slowly. It hurt to put weight on her right ankle now and she limped as she got up unsteadily.

Tea glared at Charlize menacingly. Everyone in the arena knew what was coming. The blonde was going to get hers now.

"Okay," said the ref. "Thirty seconds is up. Your turn Tea."

Tea immediately marched up to Charlize and, in an unusual move, jabbed her thumbs to the sides of Charlize's neck just below and behind the blonde's ears.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Charlize started whimpering immediately and quickly fell to her knees in front of Tea, who was grimacing with effort as she applied her special submission hold.

"How do you like it Charlie?" Tea gloated. "Feels real good doesn't it?"

Charlize almost looked like she was in shock. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was agape. She'd never experienced pain like this. It raced down her neck and charged her whole body. Desperately, she wrapped her arms around Tea thighs in an effort to hold herself up by grabbing onto something, anything.

"Oh no you don't, bitch," said Tea as she dropped to her own knees, the better to see the effect the hold was having on Charlize. As the two women knelt belly to belly, bosom to bosom and face to face, Tea started grinding her thumbs into Charlize's neck, making little semi circles as she did so.

"Oh god`...oh please...," begged Charlize before biting her lower lip.

"Do you give?" the ref. asked her.

"Nnnnnnnnoooohhh," gasped Charlize through gritted teeth.

"C'mon you weakling, give up before I cause permanent damage," demanded Tea.

"Yes or no?" the ref. insisted, his eyes squinting as he strained to hear Charlize' answer.

"N---noooooo....N-never, never," Charlize finally managed to stammer as her hands slapped weakly at Tea's hips.

"OK you fucking little bitch!" said Tea as he dug her thumbs even deeper in Charlize' neck.

The beautiful South African looked like she was about to pass out but just then, the ref. signaled the end of Tea's two minutes and ordered her to break the hold. She brunette argued with him for a few seconds, taking advantage of the time to continue torturing Charlize a few more seconds. But finally, she released her unusual submission hold and let Charlize flop onto the canvas like a fish out of water. Charlize lay on her back, her knees up and her hands on her neck, trying desperately to massage away some of the pain.

"I hope you like that, baby girl," Tea laughed. "Cause you're getting more of the same in just two minutes!"

Charlize rocked back and forth on her haunches, cradling her body until the ref. warned her that her 30 second break was almost up. She barely made it to her feet in time. Charlize had planned to reapply the ankle lock but she was desperate and wanted to do something, anything, to knock Tea out or at least weaken her enough so she couldn't continue even after a 30 second grace period.

"30 seconds is up. You're on Charlize," said the ref.

Charlize made her way uneasily to Tea and slid up behind the brunette. The two minutes only started after the submission hold was applied so she waited a few seconds, gathering her wits and letting Tea worry about what she had in store for her. Then...quick as a cat, Charlize snaked her arms around Tea's neck in a dragon sleeper.

"Wha...?" said a surprised Tea.

At first, she only felt little discomfort as the blood supply to her brain was abruptly shut off and she thought Charlize had made a tactical mistake. It took longer than two minutes to knock someone out with a sleeper and it caused little lasting damage. Tea thought she could get through two minutes of this easily.

After 30 seconds however, her knees started feeling wobbly. Charlize was pressed so tightly against her and the warmth of her body heat was making Tea feel a little nauseous. Her eyes clouded over a bit...then closed before she snapped them back open quickly.

Charlize whispered insults to as she held her body tightly against Tea's, " You're going down baby and once your sleeping I'm gonna mess you up good. Better stay awake, Tea. Tea? Hello, can you hear me girl?"

"Do you give?" asked the ref. asked Tea as he saw her eyes flutter closed again.

"What!?!?," Tea thought, "he must be crazy."

But she found it hard to talk. Slowly, without realizing it, she had sunk down onto her knees. Her tongue felt thick, heavy and dry in her mouth.

"Naao," she managed to stammer, barely able to respond to the question.

"Mmmphhh," Charlize grunted, pressing her perky boobs into Tea's shoulders as she squeezed the dragon sleeper harder.

"C'mon ask her again ref." Charlize told him. "Check her arms!"

The ref. lifted one of Tea's arms and it fell limp. There was almost no sign of consciousness. However...

"Two minutes," he said. "Time's up," he said, slapping Charlize' shoulder to tell her to release Tea.

"Damn!" Charlize muttered as she released the sleeper. Tea toppled over face first to the canvas like a sack of potatoes.

Charlize stood up and looked down on her prey. Tea was conscious, just barely. She was hardly moving at all. The soft rise and fall of her breathing the only indication she still had any life left in her.

"30 seconds Tea," the ref. reminded her.

Tea slowly began to stir. She put her palms on the canvas and tried to push herself up. It was futile, however. She promptly collapsed back on her chest in a heap.

Charlize started rubbing her hands as she paced nervously around Tea's prostrate body like a hungry lion with a wounded antelope back in her native land.

"Get up or forfeit, Tea," the ref. ordered her.

Tea tried, she tried with all her might, but she was just unable to move. She hovered in and out of consciousness.

The next thing Tea knew, Charlize strong hands gripped her shoulders from behind and lifted her up to a sitting position. Tea's spinning head flopped from side to side uselessly, like a rag doll.

"Oh poor baby," Charlize purred in her ear. "It's almost over now."

Charlize reapplied the dragon sleeper, this time seemingly even more impossibly tight than before.

"Ohhhhh," moaned Tea softly.

"C'mon Tea. I said I'd knock you out didn't I?" giggled Charlize "I hate to see you like this; all weak and limp. Why a little baby kitten could beat you now. Tell the nice man you give up and I'll let you breathe. What a do you say?"

It was all Tea could do to gasp weakly, "I give. I give, no more plee..."

"That's it," yelled the referee as he waved his arms over his head. "Ring the bell!"

But Charlize wasn't ready to let up yet though.

"Now, bitch. Say you're sorry for hurting me," Charlize told Tea.

"I'm sorry" whimpered Tea, tears running down her face.

"Now -unghh- say you're worthless and I rule," she hissed, grunting a little as she twisted the sleeper tighter still.

With Charlize' last little grunt though, Tea passed out and fell into a deep sleep.

Charlize hung on a few seconds more, ignoring the referee's order to break the hold. When she finally did, Tea's limp body slid out of her grasp and slumped on the canvas, thoroughly and completely beaten.

"Whew!" sighed Charlize to the ref. "That was tough, but it was fun!"

She then placed one bare foot on Tea's face and raised her arms in the air, drinking in the applause of the crowd as they acknowledged her victory while Tea Leoni could only lay there and dream about revenge. . .

******
Tea Leoni vs. Charlize Theron: Submission Holds Rematch by longtime lurker

. . .and so Tea Leoni got her wish. Charlize Theron agreed to a rematch following their first submission hold match. The second match would be held with the same rules. Tea had come close to winning last time and was eager to take on the South African again. Charlize was brimming with confidence following her victory and eagerly accepted Tea's challenge.

"If that bitch wants to go beddie bye again, I'm happy to accommodate her," Charlize told Sharon Stone, one of her girlfriends.

The day of the match Charlize was introduced first in a one-piece blue swimsuit with a cut out exposing her belly and ribs. She had black wrestling boots. Tea also wore a one-piece swimsuit, hers was silver and cut high on the hips. Her outfit had silver wrestling boots.

The ref called both women to the center of the ring.

"Alright ladies, same rules as last time. You each take turns applying submission holds to each other. After two minutes you must break the hold. You will have 30 seconds to recover afterwards. If you cannot rise to your feet, you forfeit your turn. A winner can only be determined by submission or knockout. Who goes first will be determined by a coin flip. Any questions?"

"Yes," said Charlize "I have a question. What was that stupid bitch thinking when she asked for a rematch?"

She laughed at her joke.

"I was thinking how good it'll feel to hear you beg for mercy," replied Tea in a steely tone.

Seeing that the two wildcats were ready to go, the ref flipped the coin. Charlize won and would be going first. Tea swallowed hard even though she tried not to show fear. The first match had been an experience in pain and she wasn't eager to relive it. Now she had no choice.

The referee signaled for the match to start and Charlize wasted no time. She punted Tea square in the belly. As the brunette doubled over, Charlize pushed her back onto the mat. Tea hit her head as she fell. Charlize flipped her over and bent Tea's arm in a chickenwing, then applied a wristlock and started twisting the wrist like wringing out a tea towel.

"Gaggggghhhh!" Tea screamed at the top of her lungs.

Charlize, pleased with how well she had applied the hold, drove a knee into the small of Tea's back as she continued twisting her wrist.

"I thought I wouldn't waste any time and just break something right away," Charlize giggled.

"Oh God! Oh shit! H-hurts...hurts...oh," Tea whimpered.

Her feet kicked against the mat and she slapped her free hand on the canvas in protest at the excruciating pain.

"Do you give Tea?" asked the ref.

She didn't answer, simply squeezed her eyes shut in pain and gritted her teeth. Charlize, meanwhile, kept wringing Tea's wrist, almost to the point of breaking it.

"The ref asked you a question baby?" Charlize cooed.

"Yes or no, Tea?" demanded the ref.

"N-n-no...no," Tea managed to stammer.

"Wrong answer!' Charlize replied.

She then jacked up the chickenwing further, causing excruciating pain to Tea's shoulder as well her wrist.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Tea cried.

Thankfully, before she could submit, Charlize' two minutes were up and the ref ordered her to break the hold. Tea wiped the tears away from her eyes and rose to her feet. Her shoulder and wrist were throbbing but now she'd get a little payback.

Charlize stood with her hands on her hips in the center of the ring, confident she could withstand any hold Tea had planned for her. She was fresh, strong and had demonstrated greater pain tolerance than her adversary in their first match. To further bolster her confidence, Tea had almost given up on the first hold.

The ref signaled it was Tea's turn. The brunette walked directly up to Charlize and started her into eyes. They were face to face now, not even an inch separating them. Tea suddenly reached down and slapped a claw on Charlize's crotch.

"Ohhhhh!" Charlize moaned and immediately sank to her knees, her face ashen.

Tea followed her down, enjoying every second of Charlize's discomfort. This wasn't Tea's submission hold though. It was just to get Charlize down to the mat. Once she was there, Tea wrapped Charlize's gorgeous legs in a brutal figure four leglock.

Tea's legs were undoubtedly her greatest weapons. Strong and muscular, long and lean, they were like pythons waiting to constrict around an opponent and Charlize was now trapped in the python's grip. Tea leaned back, causing intense pain in Charlize' leg and unbelievable pressure on her ankle. Charlize's mouth opened wide but she could not produce any sound at first. Her eyes were wide open, in shock and pain. Finally she started screaming.

"Yeah baby! Yeah! Let's see you walk after this" Tea crowed as she lifted her hips off the canvas, putting even more pressure on poor Charlize' leg.

"Oh please...oh please...no, no, no, no. no..,"

"Ask the bitch if SHE gives ref," screamed Tea.

"Had enough Charlize?" the ref asked.

Charlize bit her lower lip and shook her head. "No," she sputtered weakly.

Tea reached over, grabbed Charlize's trapped foot and started twisting it vigorously, tearing into her ankle even more viciously.

"Gunghh!" Charlize cried, lifting her hips to relieve some of the pressure.

"Time's up!" the referee signaled.

"Fuck!' screamed Tea, releasing the hold, but not before giving a final pull on the ankle.

Charlize rolled up into a tight little ball, sobbing violently and clutching her injured ankle. The pain in her leg and ankle was intense. After a few seconds the ref ordered her on her feet. Charlize managed to struggle to her feet but just barely. She had to put all her weight on her one good leg. Tea was beside herself with pleasure.

"Awww, are you hurt Charlie? Sorry about that," Tea mocked her.

Charlize stared grimly at her opponent and thought to herself, "Play time's over. This bitch is going down now."

The ref signaled that it was Charlize's turn. She marched up to Tea and slapped her hard in the face. Tea wheeled around, clutching her face, as much from the shock as pain. But suddenly she felt the sickeningly familiar feel of Charlize's arms wrapping around her neck in a sleeper hold.

"Do you remember this bitch?" seethed Charlize.

Charlize had used this very hold to finish of Tea in their first match. Tea immediately started feeling the effects of the sleeper. It seemed she was especially susceptible to this hold. She was overcome with a sense of panic. This couldn't happen again. It couldn't! A wide grin spread across Charlize's face as she felt Tea's body stiffen then gradually relax and it became easier for her to manipulate.

One arm was wrapped tightly around the brunette's throat, cutting off her oxygen, the other held Tea's head firmly in place. Tea's legs; the legs she was so proud of and which had caused so much pain in the figure four head scissors, started to get rubbery.

"No. No. NO!" Tea thought as she saw the events of the first match being replayed.

She then pulled back her elbow and drove it sharply into the pit of Charlize's stomach.

"Oooooffff!" Charlize exhaled.

She'd been caught completely off guard by the blow.

"Stop the match! Stop the match!" ordered the ref. "Charlize is the winner by disqualification"

"Fuck you!" Tea screamed at the stunned ref. She was maniacal and no longer cared about the match. Charlize was down on her back in front of Tea, both arms wrapped around her tummy.

Tea grabbed the South African's legs and wrapped her up again in the figure four leglock. As soon as Tea leaned back. Charlize started screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Aaaaaaagghhhh! Make her stop! Make her stop! Please" she pleaded.

The referee tried to get her to break the hold but Tea was a woman possessed. She grabbed onto Charlize's ankle again and started pulling on it violently.

"No one's going to save you bitch!" she seethed "Beg me to stop! Beg me!"

"Oh please.... please stop!" Charlize whimpered.

"Say I'm the best!" Tea ordered.

"N-n-no," Charlize protested feebly.

Tea fell back, putting excruciating pressure on Charlize' trapped leg. Charlize thrashed violently like she was being electrocuted.

"I give. I give. You're better. Please!" Charlize whimpered.

Temporarily satisfied, Tea unwrapped her gorgeous gams from Charlize legs. The beautiful blonde's legs had ugly bruises on them and her ankle was red. Tea languidly crawled over to Charlize's face as the blonde covered her face in her hands and cried softly.

Tea pushed Charlize' hands away and pressed her stomach down onto Charlize's face. Tea stretched out perpendicular above Charlize's prone form. Ordinarily it would have been easy for Charlize to roll over and free herself but her legs were so badly hurt she couldn't use them to push off. She tried to push Tea off using her arms but she was too worn out and couldn't generate enough power.

"Mmmmmppphhh! Mmmmppph!" Charlize cried.

Tea was in heaven. She laid in place, casually ignoring the ref's warnings and the boos of the crowd. She just concentrated on the muffled sounds of panic Charlize was making and her feeble squirming and writhing around.

"Not so nice when someone smothers you out, is it?" Tea laughed. "You can breath alright down there can't you? Not too stuffy is it? Hey do me a favor, lick the lint out of my bellybutton, OK?"

After a few minutes of this torture, Charlize's feeble efforts to free herself ended; her arms dropped to her sides and the rise and fall of her chest slowed, then seemed to stop altogether. She was finished.

Tea got off her. The sticky perspiration from her belly had soaked Charlize and the blonde's hair was now matted. Her eyes were shut and her mouth gaped open. Tea grabbed a handful of blond hair and shook Charlize' head.

"You're nothing bitch. NOTHING!"

Then the referee announced, "The winner of this match by disqualification: Charlize Theron!"

Tea just laughed before getting to her feet and departing the ring, leaving Charlize to wonder if she really wanted to risk trying to get even with a third match.

******
Charlize Theron vs. Tea Leoni: The Grudge Match by Longtime Lurker

Even though Charlize Theron was technically the winner of their last match (by disqualification), any match that ends with her injured and smothered out didn't really feel like a victory to the beautiful blonde. So she challenged Tea to a grudge match, with hard-core rules in effect.

Several weeks had passed by since their last match; enough time for Charlize to fully mend.

Charlize was in her dressing room, getting ready for the match. She had one leg up on her dressing table as she laced up her wrestling boots. She had on a one-piece white swimsuit with a plunging back. Then she heard a knock at the door.

"Who could that be?" she wondered.

Her match wasn't scheduled to start for another fifteen minutes and people knew better than to interrupt her. She opened the door and was met with a garbage can straight over her head. Charlize fell like rock on the dressing room floor. It was Tea Leoni! Right behind her was a camera crew ready to capture all the action. Tea lifted up the garbage can and threw it hard into Charlize's belly.

"Oooooofffff!" grunted the gorgeous South African.

Her cries were quickly replaced by gurgled choking sounds as Tea ground her boot into Charlize's soft, yielding neck. Charlize coughed violently as the brunette choked her.

"How do you like that, Charlize? What's that? You like it a lot? You want more? OK," taunted Tea as she leaned on the blond.

Charlize was in big trouble. Desperately, she grabbed Tea's ankle and twisted it sharply. The tall brunette yelped before falling onto the floor on her stomach. Charlize quickly straddled her, tucking up Tea's leg and maintaining a painful ankle lock.

"How's-UNGHH!-that feel Tea?" asked Charlize as she violently pulled on the ankle.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Tea whimpered as she buried her face in her arms.

Charlize had used this hold in the submission holds match and it hurt so much. Oh it hurt! Charlize started getting her bearings back after being clobbered by the garbage can and was enjoying the reversal of fortune. It felt so good to hear Tea whimpering and crying like a little baby. And this time there was referee to break the hold after two minutes. Charlize figured she could keep the brunette tied up like this all night or until she broke her ankle, whichever came first.

As Charlize leaned forward, however, Tea managed to reach back wildly with one arm and catch a handful of Charlize's long blonde hair.

"Aaaaggghh!" Charlize cried as her blonde locks were almost torn from her head.

She released the ankle lock and dropped next to Tea to try and wiggle out of her grip. Tea was more than accommodating, released her hold on Charlize's hair but just as soon as she did, she drew back her fist and punched the blonde full in the belly.

"Ooooffff!" Charlize wheezed, her cheeks puffing out for the second time in the match.

The pain in her belly, however, was quickly replaced by the sensation of Tea straddling her then plunging her breasts down onto Charlize's pretty face.

"Mmppphhhh! Mmmmppphhh!" Charlize mumbled as Tea's perky tits sealed off her breathing passages as surely as if someone had wrapped a wet towel tightly around her face.

"Mmmm, yeah, suck on those!" Tea squealed with pleasure as she pressed her chest down with her full weight behind it.

Her plan was to knock Charlize out then tie her up and beat her into such a pulp that the blonde would never again want to wrestle her or anyone else.

Charlize desperately tried to push Tea off her but the brunette clung to her tightly. Theron's world was one of darkness and heat, heat from Tea's breasts suffocating her...weakening her.

Finally, Charlize's scrambling hands found a weapon; a jar of cold cream that had been knocked off the dressing room table in the melee. Frantically, she smashed it into Tea's temple.

"Gunggh!" Leoni cried as she was dislodged from her perch on Charlize and tumbled on her side clutching her head where she had been struck.

"Oh thank God," gasped Charlize, as she greedily gulped in air, her chest swelling with life-giving oxygen.

Realizing, there was little time for rest, Charlize climbed on top of Tea's back and started smashing the jar of cream cold repeatedly against the head of her adversary.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

Pleased, Charlize rolled Tea over on her back, remaining seated on her waist. Tea is glassy eyed and disoriented, a sweet sight for Charlize' eyes.

Charlize opened the jar of cold cream, scooped out a handful and smeared it on Tea's pretty face.

"They say a girl should do this before going to bed at night," said Charlize ominously.

Tea sputtered as Charlize' fingers smeared the thick goo all over her face, humiliating her for the benefit of the arena crowd watching the backstage fight on closed circuit video.

Tea bucked her hips until she was able to unseat Charlize, but before she can get up to her knees, Charlize grabbed a handful of hair and tossed her violently into a dressing room wall. Tea slid down like bug on a windshield, but Charlize leapt on her again, driving a knee sharply into her kidneys.

"Gunghh!" Tea cried out at the sharp pain in her lower back.

Charlize held Tea by the hair as she drove her face into the wall; once, twice, three times! Tea was on shaky ground, wobbling unsteadily on her feet. Charlize grabbed a handful of her hair again and marched her out of the dressing room, down the darkened corridor and out onto the ramp leading to the wrestling ring.

The crowd applauded lustily as the two beautiful fighters appeared on the ramp. Charlize acknowledged their applause by punching Tea in the back of the head, sending her crashing headfirst onto the cold metal surface of the ramp. Charlize picked her up again and completed the march to the ring; tossing in the dazed Tea in before sliding in under the bottom rope herself.

"Who wants to see me bust this bitch up?" Charlize asks the crowd.

A roar of approval greeted her in response. Charlize reached under the ring apron and retrieved a metal cookie tray. She placed it over Tea's face, who is still lying on her back in the middle of he ring dazed and confused. Charlize dove and dropped her elbow directly down onto the cookie tray, driving it into Tea's face.

"Gagggghhh!" Tea screamed; her legs fly up and then flopping down.

Charlize removed the tray and was pleased to see that Tea's nose had been busted open and was bleeding. She took a handful of hair and lifted Tea to her knees before smashing the cookie tray over her head, putting a dent in the metal and knocking Tea back down on her back again.

Tea was flickering on the verge of unconsciousness now. She barely felt it when Charlize lifted up her legs and tied them in a figure four leglock. Only when Charlize dropped back down on mat, arching her back to cause maximum pain to Tea's legs, did the groggy brunette spring back to life.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! God! Nnnnnnnnn- S-stop, s-stop please," Tea screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Like you stopped in our last match Tea? When you almost broke my leg? How does it feel bitch?" Charlize snarled.

What delicious revenge this was for the beautiful South African!

Tea's legs were well-muscled weapons, pythons that had crushed Charlize into tearful submission in their last match (after Tea had cheated). Now it was Charlize's legs that were instruments of torture and there was nothing Tea could do to stop it. She was trapped in the middle of the ring with no hope of reaching the ropes and no ref to break the hold if she did. Tea was completely at Charlize's mercy.

Charlize leaned back further, arching her back into a bridge and bringing Tea's trapped leg to near the breaking point.

"Uuuuunnngghh! Please, please, oh please!" Tea sobbed. "Stop! I'll do anything! Oh! Oh! It hurts!"

Charlize just laughed and started twisting Tea's ankle for good measure.

"Not so tough now are you, Tea, you fucking cheater. The only reason you got me last time was because you cheated. Admit it bitch or I'll break your leg!"

Tea gritted her teeth and tried desperately not to give in. Oh! It hurt so much! It was unbearable! She prayed for it to be over. Charlize would lessen the pressure every now and then, just before leaning back even farther than before causing excruciating pain in Tea's legs.

"Oh yes...yes...I cheated, I'm sorry, please stop, please," Tea finally burst out.

Charlize just smiled and arched her back a little more, lifting her butt off the mat to bring Tea's leg to the verge of snapping. This went on for ten long minutes. By the end of it, Tea was a sobbing mess. Charlize too covered in sweat from the exertion of keeping the figure four on Tea for so long. Her long, strong legs were starting to cramp but it was worth the discomfort to get her glorious revenge on Tea.

Then, all of a sudden, Charlize felt the tension draining from Tea's body. She had passed out it seemed and was now just a limp rag doll for Charlize to toy with.

"Oh, damn! That's no fun," Charlize pouted.

Delicately, Charlize unwrapped her legs from Tea's then scooted over on all fours to check out her opponent. She grabbed Tea's cheeks and shook her head back and forth, looking for signs of life. Tea's eyes flickered open but there was no sign of coherence there. She was awake, but apparently with no clue where she was or what was happening.

Charlize smiled and struggled to rise to her feet. On trembling legs, Charlize grabbed Tea's hair and pulled the statuesque brunette to her feet. Tea couldn't put weight on her injured leg; she had to hop on one foot as Charlize marched her across the ring to a corner of the ring.

Just as they reached the corner, Tea unleashed a devastating 'low blow' to Charlize's cunt. The blow didn't have a lot of power behind it, but it was perfectly placed and Charlize never saw it coming. With a gasp followed by a pained groan, Charlize slowly collapsed to her knees in the corner of the ring, her body bent forward and her head bowed. Tea quickly threw Charlize' body into the corner with her head against the lower rope turnbuckle.

Tea was no match for Charlize strength wise, and she could barely walk. Her only chance was to keep the fight in close corners. She'd been playing possum, waiting for her chance and now there it was; undoubtedly the last chance she'd get in this fight. Quickly, Tea straddle Charlize hips, pinning her hands with her knees as she shoved her breasts onto Charlize's face, trapping her in another breast smother.

"Mmmpphhh! Mpphhhhh! -nnnnnnoommppppphh" Charlize whimpered, twisting her head from side to side as much as she could while trying to free herself.

But Tea had her arms wrapped around Charlize's head, using two handfuls of blond hair to keep her face trapped deep in her cleavage. Tea had no energy for taunting; indeed, it was all she could do just to hang on as Charlize' body twisted, bucked and squirmed beneath her; trying desperately to wriggle free while Tea hung on for dear life. Charlize felt the first wave of lightheadedness wash over her.

"Mmmmpph....mpphh....," she continued to protest, wasting valuable oxygen.

Charlize' struggles became less vigorous as Tea's breasts enveloped her face, shutting out light as well as air. Again, Tea's body heat sapped Charlize' strength, making her feel sick. Charlize finally got her hands free from under Tea's knees and she tried to push against Tea's shoulders. But oxygen deprivation had taken its toll and Charlize' arms grew heavy, her movements sluggish. She couldn't get any power into her struggle.

"That's it, baby," Tea whispered. "Don't fight it...just go to sleep, you stupid bitch!"

Tea sighed wearily, confident now in the position she found herself as Charlize's head slipped off the turnbuckle and she slumped flat on her back with her long legs stretched straight out into the middle of the ring.

"Mmmmm" No! No! This can't be happening to me," Charlize thought desperately as a dull fog overwhelmed her brain.

But whenever Charlize struggled, Tea just wiggled her chest, adjusting her body to Charlize' struggles so her breasts remained pressed tightly over Charlize nose and mouth. She'd been lucky, very lucky; but now she was going to take full advantage of her situation.

Slowly, very slowly, the will to fight was drained from Charlize's firm, lithe body. Tea kept her body pressed tight atop Charlize's prostrate form. It almost looked like she was fucking her to death as her hips were pressed against Charlize'; while her arms clasped the blonde's face tightly to her bosom. At the end, Charlize's arms just flapped weakly in the air, animated not by her brain, but by the bouncing and thrusting of Tea's hips between her spread, limp legs, almost as if she were a lover.

Finally, Charlize' arms dropped limp to the canvas and, after another minute, Tea released the breast smother. As she sat up, Tea's wet skin peeling slowly off of Charlize's face. Tea leaned back, reaching back beside Charlize thighs to prop herself up with her arms as she panted from her own exertions.

Tea looked weary but satisfied. A coy smile flickered on her lips as she removed one of her wrestling boots, stood up straddling Charlize waist and planted her bare foot on Charlize's red, sweaty face, mashing her pretty features with the ball of her foot as she laughed at her victim.

Finally, after taking a few more minutes to catch her breath, Tea slipped out under the bottom rope to retrieve some supplies she'd hidden under the ring before the match. She had a promise to keep! Tea returned with some ropes in hand and tied Charlize's hands together behind her back. Then she dragged the unconscious blonde to the opposite corner, picked her up around the waist and lifted her up. Tea lowered her so Charlize bound wrists were outside the top rope, then she picked up her legs, spread them apart and draped them over the middle ropes on either side of the corner.

Finally, she tied Charlize to the corner ring post to hold her in position. Tea climbed up and stood on the second rope, her legs straddling Charlize limp body. Tea pulled Charlize' head backward over the top rope and started slapping her across the face, until she started to moan and regain consciousness.

"Ooooohhhh...w-wha?...," Charlize mumbled as she slowly came around.

"There's my little sleeping beauty," chirped Tea. "Hey Charlie, did I cheat this time? Is that why you're tied up and helpless? Was it cheating?" she taunted. "Or am I just a whole smarter than you?"

Tea raised her fist and showed it to the crowd. Then, holding Charlize head still by the hair, she drew back her fist and started punching Charlize in the forehead. The crowd counted the punches as Tea drove them straight down onto the bound blondes head.

"1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10!"

The crowd roared as each blow found its stationary target. Charlize's forehead was busted open and her blood soaked her hair and ran down the front and sides of her face. Then Tea hopped down off the second rope and faced Charlize. The blonde was a dazed, bloody mess, but she quickly came alive when Tea reared back and slammed her hand up between Charlize' spread legs. The blondes body arched and she screamed when Tea applied a vicious crotch claw!

"AAAAAGGGHHHH! OH GOD!" Charlize cried.

"Oh, is it a little delicate down there Charlie girl?" Tea sneered. "Well, don't worry, it won't last too long. Maybe just an hour or two. But then, you know I'm such a nasty ol' cheater, I may go on a bit longer than that," she giggled.

And she did. It was a long night for Charlize. Tea had come to the match determined to torture every part of Theron's nubile young body and she was just getting started. It turned out to be the longest night of Charlize Theron's life.

This must be THE END for sure! (right?)