Charlize’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, “Oh look who thinks she is a TUFF girl; skinny-ass Kelly Lynch. You a tuff girl?”

Kelly smirked, tossed Charlize a set of wraps and a mouthpiece, “No, you’re a TUFF girl, Charlize. I’m a lot tougher than that!”

Her smirk turned to a nasty laugh as Charlize sat up and hurried to wrap her fists. She knew she was in for it; this was would be a brawl for it all! Friday night on the Leno show, Jay asked Charlize about dating Leonardo DiCaprio and she’d said they were, “tre-serious” after just two dates. Then let slip that Leo had ditched Kelly to be with her.

Kelly smiled and stared at Charlize while she stretched her legs, snapped a kick and punch combo in the air with vicious intent.

She snarled at Charlize, “So, you like Leo’s cum? Well, you are going to get some ABC style Leo juice, honey!”

Charlize finished wrapping her hands, stood up and suddenly snapped a low kick at Kelly’s knee. It was a pathetic attempt at a sucker punch that Kelly sidestepped easily, then she smashed a short but vicious round kick of her own to the back of Charlize’s extended hamstring. Charlize grimaced as she fell to one knee, but she quickly regained her feet. Kelly set herself low, one foot behind the other as she snapped at double stinger jab at Charlize’s nose. Charlize leaned to slip it and moved in quickly, snaring Kelly’s head in a headlock, then brought her knee up - hard!

THUD! WHOOMP! UNFF! Three fast knee strikes into row crashed into Kelly’s rock hard abs. Kelly finally pushed Charlize away and moved quickly sideways. Charlize leaped after her, her arms pumping wildly…poorly formed, badly aimed punches. Kelly swivelled her head to one side out of the way of the punch and, turned her hips and snapped her leg back and up.

WHACK!! Kelly’s foot crashed into Charlize’s right side and her torso bent over from the impact. Kelly brought her fist around and smacked it into the other side of Charlize’s body and Charlize froze. The next two seconds turned into a year. The pain from Kelly’s kick to her liver reached Charlize’s brain and screamed at her in Hungarian heavy metal. Another second elapsed. The pain from Kelly’s body punch to Charlize’s gut entered her brain and swore in Turkish bluegrass. Charlize began to collapse backward, both hands clutching her sides. Never had she been dealt such perfect body shots in such rapid succession. She fell on her ass on the couch with her legs stretched out in front of her. Kelly moved to stand over her, glaring menacingly.

“Get up skank-leez, I’m gonna break your nose three different ways!” snarled a charged-up Kelly as she reached out to grab Charlize by the hair.

THWAP! Charlize brought her foot up straight into Kelly’s snake trap. She pulled her foot back and smacked it up in jelly-tights like she was plugging a hole with spackle. Kelly groaned and staggered back, crouched over as the pain clouded her vision and distracted her focus. Charlize leaped to her feet knowing it was finish or be finished!

BLAM! Charlize planted a pain tree in Kelly’s nose with two vicious hard jabs. Kelly reeled backward off balance from the stiff jolts. The pain shifted from her gut to her nose and her eyes watered. She knew Charlize was going to close her out with a finisher and she raised her fists to her cheeks as she slide stepped to her right, away from what she guessed would be Charlize’s right cross. It was a dam fine guess for Charlize loaded her right fist and launched it from two and half steps away. It missed Kelly’s jaw by inches and smashed into the bathrobe hanging on the back of the door behind her.

Charlize didn’t flinch at the pain, the situation was dominating her thoughts and it was still kill or be killed to her thinking and she was intent on doing the killing. Kelly spun away from the door, gathered her wits and tried to forget about her pain. Her watery eyes cleared as Charlize turned around to face her. Both ladies eyed each other hungrily, intent on landing the crushing blow that would finish the other. They danced, their feet scuffing the carpet slowly as they moved in a tight circle, fists near cheeks, heads down slightly to protect their jaws, eyes glaring at their nemesis - it was anybody’s fight. Both ladies paid tribute to that fact by NOT throwing any serious punches - they just pawed lefts and moved their heads expecting quick counters.

Both ladies were mirroring the other and, as women often do, they sort of become one common thought, one goal, movement! In this case, it was a game of cat and mouse - draw the other into going for the big punch and then counter the hell out of her. Only two questions, who would go first and who would get caught by the vicious counter?

Charlize snickered a wicked growl, “Too bad your pussy’s so fat - Leo ate mine ‘til sunrise!” she laughed.

Just then, someone rattled the locked door and knocked loudly, demanding entry. Charlize glanced back at it, taking her eyes off Kelly for a split second. But this was a pure sucker move as she loaded her right fist and set her feet expecting Kelly to try to jump her while she was ‘distracted.’

As Charlize expected her to charge, Kelly screamed, “You two-bit punk!” But she didn’t move toward Charlize who was already starting to snap back around into her punch as she launched a go for broke right cross. It started from Georgia and it was headed for Montana.

WHOOOSH! Charlize’s fist missed Kelly’s head by inches because Kelly had moved in alright, but slightly off center. She slipped inside Charlize’s flying fist and drove a knee upward at the same time she grabbed Charlize's shoulders and pulled her toward her.

WHUMMPH! Her right knee found the pit of Charlize's stomach and forced a loud grunt from the blonde.

HAAWUMMPH!! Kelly drove the knee into Charlize’s flat belly again, making her knees buckle. Propping her up, Kelly again brought her knee up, so hard this time the blonde’s ass shot in the air before she folded up like a $2 K-mart lawn chair. As Charlize searched the NYC phone book for ‘air’, her problem was the search had to start with ‘X.’ Her lungs had been emptied and her brain had speared with pain. She became nothing more than a sexy blonde, irritating, wide-open, punching bag begging for Kelly’s closer. And Kelly aimed to oblige! She moved back a step and half, put her left fist on Charlize’s nose to find the range and…

WAAMMMM! Her right fist streaked straight and true into Charlize’s nose who tried in vain to move out of the way. She only succeeded in getting her nose slightly off center and Kelly’s punch smashed into the side of her nose, mashing it sideways. The punch was so savage and so hard, it seemed to wipe Charlize’s nose off her face. Then it twitched back, looking for its right position, but not finding it by about a half an inch. Blood gushed like an Iraqi oil well as Charlize careened backward, arms flailing, straight into her closet squealing in pain.

THUMP! Charlize landed on her ass, her clutching hands pulling several hangers of clothing down on top of her as she fell. Kelly reached into the mess and fished around until she felt Charlize’s hair, then dragged her out of a satin cloud like a magician whipping a rabbit out of a top hat and pushed her to her knees in front of her.

“Lick my pussy and promise never to speak to Leo again,” offered Kelly as she cocked her right fist, the other holding Charlize’s head up by her wildly disheveled golden hair. “And maybe I won’t ruin that cute face of yours! Maybe!”

Charlize unfocused eyes looked up at Kelly’s pussy; seeing two thick puffy lips split by a pink gash and surrounded by a lush golden fleece. Kelly’s proud pelt! Tears welled in Charlize’s eyes at the thought of her gorgeous face being pummelled by Kelly’s wrapped fist, but then she remembered the tingling sensations she’d felt as Leo ‘did her.’

“I’d rather die than lick that stinking hole of yours!” gasped Charlize, then she closed her eyes and winced in anticipation.

BLAMMMO! Kelly planted the mother of all punches righth on the point of Charlize’s jaw. It knocked her back and, like a wave rolling in reverse, she somersaulted over and disappeared ass-first back into the pile of clothes on the floor of the closet. Kelly shook her fist and grimaced in pain as she walked over, unlocked the door, then took out her cell phone and dialed a number.

“Say FUCK YEAH to the winner baby!” Kelly boasted. “I punched her out cold. I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Huh? Well, OK, yes, she did land a shot or two, but nothing really. A couple of nicks and a swollen cheekbone. NO, I won’t cover it with make-up! Not even if you promise to lick it till my agent learns to add in Arabic!” laughed the victorious Kelly.

She snagged a glam blue satin mini-dress off the rack and slipped it on. Perfect fit! Then she smiled as she thought of Leo’s long thick stick. Frowning, she spit a nickel’s worth of blood on Charlize’s make-up mirror and scrawled, “FEEL LIKE A REMATCH,COOKIE? CALL 867-5409.” She spit again, adding, ”I CAN REPEAT THAT BEATING ANY TIME!”

As Kelly strutted down the hall in Charlize’s expensive blue satin dress, she passed Carmen and Christina heading back to the dressing room to change for the next show. They were chattering and laughing and didn’t pay her any attention, but as Kelly reached the end of the hall, she heard the conversation stop as they reached the dressing room door. She paused to eavesdrop on their reaction, curious what they’d say when they found Charlize flat on her back, naked and unconsious on the closet floor.

“Oh my gawd!” Carmen gasped. “Look! Someone cold-cocked Theron.”

“Well, duh! It’s not like she didn’t deserve it!” Christina sneered. “She’s only like, THE most annoying, stuck-up bitch in the show - even worse than you, Carm. Heeheehee!”

“Very funny,” Carmen snapped. “Careful girl, or YOU could end up on your ass next to her. She OK?”

“She’s fine, just out like a light,” Christina said. “God, she sure looks nice - all quiet like this. It’s a shame we can’t keep her like this all the time, but we DO have another show in about an hour. Guess we better wake her up and help her get dressed.”

“Wait!” Carmen said, her voice rising an octave. “You still have that strap-on we were playing with last night?”

“Uh sure,” Christina said. “It’s in my dressing table. Why? Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“She sure loved sticking it to us last night,” Carmen laughed. “But now I don’t think she’s in any position to argue. Get some stockings and tie her hands to the coat hook. I’ll get the dildo. I think we can have a lot of fun in 60 minutes.”