Late in the fight, Charlize hurt and exhausted; beaten to the ropes over and over; unable to stop or even slow the rampaging brunette. Charlize’s best punches weak, missing badly. The horrible sound of Garner’s gloves pounding, over and over, in her blonde lovers battered belly. Charlize, swaying on weary legs, her long body bending and folding forward under Garner’s relentless, two-fisted assault. Jennifer had beaten the fight out of the bigger blonde again, now Charlize was finished.

‘Throw in the towel,’ Sunny had prayed. The punishment was just too painful to watch - yet somehow strangely exciting to recall! As Sunny continued her dream-state walk, her hand slowly rubbed her pussy as the images swirled in her mind. The tall blonde had stopped punching, her long, depleted, arms hung limp; useless; almost in a gesture of surrender. Her beautiful face, bloody and cringing in pain, wore a hopeless, ‘I give up’ look in her battered, puffy, swollen-shut eyes. Even those long, sleek, famously reliable, legs were faltering; locked-up; stiff in reaction to the teeth rattling punch that sent Theron’s mouthpiece flying out of the ring.

Garner hesitated for a moment, appraising the damage. Theron staggered sideways in a hopeless retreat; clinging to the top rope in a desperate - futile - effort to stay upright. With a deep breath Garner bore in with renewed enthusiasm, pounding her victim with another combination of body shots; the first knocking the blondes bra completely off her perfect breasts in a punctuation mark to what had become a one-sided beating.

It was all too much! Theron’s legs seemed to melt as she folded forward, clutching her tummy, gasping. OH! A head-snapping uppercut dropped Theron hard to her knees, her broken bra fluttering to the canvas, then she slowly crashed facefirst to the mat. Sunny could almost hear the dead weight THUD again; that final moment of total defeat and it left her with tears pouring down her hand-covered face. There’d been nothing to do but to help drag Charlize’s dead weight onto the stretcher and help carry her out!

Charlize had started well; in control until the eighth when she wilted under Garner’s torrid body attack - that’s when Jenny G seemed to smell blood and unleashed a torrent of abuse!

Why was Charlize losing these long fights? It didn’t make sense. She was younger, stronger and bigger than Garner, yet she lost when the fights went past six rounds. The question had Sunny so engaged, she walked into the locker room door and the collision jolted her back to the present. She pulled open the door - and stopped short at the sight she beheld!

Milla Jovovich was straddling Charlize’s hips, giving her a ‘full body’ massage. Sunny knew Charlize well enough to realize she was getting more than ‘a massage!’ Sunny was naturally irate - at Charlize for her ‘betrayal’ - as well as Charlize’s big, well-satisfied, ‘I just had the best orgasm’ grin; a look Sunny was *very* familiar with as she’d put it on Charlize’s face many, many, times herself!

The thought of it being Milla who had put it there set Sunny off like a skyrocket and she charged across the super-heated room, grabbed Milla by the hair and dragged the squealing little brunette off her blond lover, then threw her onto the wooden slatted floor of the sauna.

“THAT!” Sunny screamed at Charlize, her trembling hand pointing at Milla who sat up with a smug grin, “...is why you’re losing fights!”

“This isn’t the *sparring* that’s going to let Char beat that bitch Garner! No wonder she’s doing so poorly late in fights,”, Sunny spat. “You better get your head into your fighting, Charlie - and out of your pussy - or Garner’s going to make mincemeat of you!!”

Milla scrambled up and challenged Sunny, “Fight for her if you love her so much!”

But instead of defending Sunny, and explaining there was nothing between them, Charlize instead sat up - unable to keep from grinning through her still-puffy lips - aroused by the sight of these two hot women ready to fight over HER! It’d been almost two months since the night at the Porn Star Club when two women wanted her Oscar winning body bad enough to fight for it and the prospect excited her no end!

Of course, Charlize thought she really *HAD* been “just getting a massage” when Sunny walked in - but Milla went out of her way to make Sunny think it was more than that, because Milla was jealous of Sunny’s role in Charlize’s life. Charlize went along because she *HAD* been turned on before she realized what was happening. Charlize had never thought of Milla replacing Sunny as her lover - but was one horny woman and Milla’s tender, delicate, skillful touching drove her to the heights of desire.

Charlize fanned the flames of Sunny’s volatile temper when she protested, “Sunny, your nagging is getting old! You better learn to lighten up and ‘go with the flow’.” As she said it Charlize swung her long legs around and put her feet on the floor, then stood up and offered her hand to help Milla up. “C’mon Milla,” Char purred. “Let’s go back to my room where you can finish my ‘massage’ without being interrupted. I’ve got more than a couple of climaxes left in me and they’re a *lot* more fun than you pounding me in our sparring sessions. You’re pretty tough, hon, you know…”

“CHAR!” Sunny protested. “You can’t....please…” she whimpered.

Charlize looked at Sunny and sighed, “You really are an old fuddy-duddy, you know, Sunny? You used to be so alive; so much fun. Since you retired and took that executive position at the Porn Star Club you’ve forgotten how to have fun.”

“You want fun!!?” Sunny screamed. “I’ll show you fun!”

Turning to Milla, Sunny hissed, “I’ll fight you this weekend at....”

“...the Put Up or Shut Up!” Milla interrupted. Then she told Charlize, “Can you make the arrangements? You’ve got an in with Jack, right?”

“Yeah!” Sunny said. “I like that! I beat Lords there - now I’ll beat your scrawny stick ass there too!”
* * * * * *
Charlize wanted Sunny to win, of course. She was her lover and she had no real romantic ties with Milla; she’d only been using her as a sparring partner - and to make Sunny jealous so she’d pay more attention to her. Charlize hadn’t been happy that Sunny was spending so much time at the Porn Star Club since her elevation to executive (as opposed to her usual prone position!) Charlize would’ve liked to spend more time at the club herself, but she had been training for a series of fights with Jennifer Garner and didn’t have much free time - plus, every time she visited the Porn Star Club several members wanted to dominate her and have sex with her. It seemed every time she visited she was exhausted after 2-3 days of non-stop sex!

Later that night, Charlize came to her senses and tried to talk Sunny out of fighting - pointing out Milla had been working out and sparring with her for months and was in top shape. “You look great Sunny, but you only work out to make your body *look* good; she’s been getting in shape to fight. I’m afraid you’ll embarrass yourself - and you could get hurt!”

“Well, FUCK YOU!” Sunny screamed. “You don’t think THIS BODY can take a pounding? Hell, I made a damn good living as an all-time great adult entertainer getting pounded! I can take anything that skinny cunt can dish out - and give it back in spades! Just watch, you’ll see!”

Charlize finally gave up trying to talk the girls out of the fight and called the ‘Put Up or Shut Up Club’ to meet with Jack Nicholson. The next afternoon in Jack’s office at the club Charlize sat with Sunny and Jack - and Charmaine Sinclair who was there she said, “To protect Sunny whose a valuable asset of the Porn Star Fight Club.”

Charlize asked Jack to put Sunny vs. Milla on that weekend’s schedule but he balked; pointing out that she’d checked and there was still room on the card. “Diaz, Kidman and Cat Bell are out of town or busy shooting, so you’ve got a couple of empty slots. Milano and Panettiere are trying to get one of them, but even so, it still leaves one for Sunny and Milla. What’s your problem, Jack?”

“You know babe,” Jack chuckled. “Two or three other gals have called asking about that spot. You know I love you and I’d love to do this favor for ya, but you gotta give ol’ Jack something in return...” Charlize eyed him coolly and appeared to be thinking. “Look sweets,” Jack purred, dropping a hand on her thigh. “Bruce and Warren weren’t happy with the crowd Sunny drew last time. The take was down from our average weekend.”

“Bullshit!” Sunny growled, springing to her feet. “You know damn well there was a fire in the canyon that night. Half your members were on their roof with a garden hose. And I don’t want to cast aspersions, but that wasn’t much of a supporting card either. Those girls are cute, but they can’t draw flies - let alone aging actors. You’re not gonna pin the blame for that on ME!”

“Look Sunny,” Jack said with a ‘don’t shoot the messenger’ shrug. “Me personally, ya know I love ya...you put on a good - hell, a GREAT - show... but some of our members...”

“You mean Annette Bening!” Charlize grumbled. “Yeah, I heard she reamed Warren out about how he was ‘lowering the club standard letting those porn whores fight’...” Jack looked at her and raised an eyebrow questioningly. “What?” Charlize snorted. “You think my friends don’t tell me what goes on? Give me a little credit, Jack!”

He just shrugged. For the next fifteen minutes they 'negotiated' as Charlize - at Sinclair’s urging - made impossibly unreasonable demands. It was clear Charlize was trying to protect Sunny and, once Jack realized Charlize's predicament, he exploited it. Charlize was forced to agree to fight the following weekend - against an opponent Jack said he’d "…hand pick to put on a good show." As a further condition, Charlize had to accept Natasha Henstridge’s outstanding challenge before Jack would book Sunny’s fight.

Charlize was in a difficult position; she knew Sunny couldn't win a fistfight against Milla yet Sunny was adamant about wanting to fight Milla at the PUSU because "everybody important will see me beat her! It could be a big boost to restarting my career as a legitimate actress. Hell, if Jenna Jameson can do it, I can. I could be another Naomi Watts or Nicole Kidman!" Charlize didn’t have the heart to disagree and Charmaine Sinclair, Danni Ashe, Barocca, Minka and most other members of the Porn Star Club had been filling her head with grandiose ideas since they’d first heard her voice them. Of course, behind Sunny’s back almost all the members were snickering at her, but Sunny had never been one to dream small!

Jack had watched with a self-satisfied smirk as he forced Charlize go downstairs to the bar where she had to wait as other women finished inputting their own challenges before she could type in her acceptance of Natasha’s challenge. Only then did he use the terminal on his desk to add the Sunny-Milla fight to the up-coming Saturday night schedule.

The only concession Jack gave Charlize - mainly just to shut her and Sinclair up and end the meeting - was to agree the women couldn’t use their fists, “…on each other’s face!” Charlize had been adamant about it and Sinclair backed her up, saying, “The Porn Star Club will ...ONLY allow Ms McKay to take part on the condition that her opponent NOT be allowed to disfigure her. Sunny's a valuable asset to the club - she brings in a lot of money doing 'specials' and private parties - and it would damage us financially if something happened to lessen her value."

Sunny sat with her legs crossed, letting Jack get a look up her skirt whenever the negotiations seemed to lag; her expression one of smug condescension. When Jack, with a loud sigh, had finally caved in and agreed, he still couldn't resist a parting shot. "Our fights have always been ‘anything goes’ which means there aren't any rules. What about that don't you gals understand?"

Then Jack added a final condition with a lecherous grin, "Oh, and you'll be sitting beside me at Sunny’s fight, Charlize. I want to keep you outta harm's way in case you get the itch to get involved. I know how you girls are when your girlfriend’s fight. It's getting harder every month to keep things under control. Bruce wants to hire bouncers to keep order. I swear, I don't know what it is with these young actresses. It wasn't like this in the good ol' days, right Char?"

Charlize just cut Jack a look, stood up, took Sunny’s hand and pulled her out the door with Charmaine Sinclair trotting along behind them - grinning.
* * * * * *
Part Two: FIGHT NIGHT
Ben Affleck was sitting between wife Jennifer Garner and two-time Oscar winner Hilary Swank when Charlize and Sunny walked into the 'Put Up or Shut Up' bar. Charlize had recently won a "best of seven" boxing series against Garner, KO-ing the tough brunette in the first round of the sixth and last fight; a hard-fought, back-and-forth series with both women pushed to the physical and mental limit. Most thought Theron's 1st round KO was a lucky punch but there was still some controversy about whether she’d broken Jen's spirit. If there as one thing Charlize did NOT want on the night her lover was about to fight, it was having to face Garner again!

But when Jen saw Charlize walk through the door, she lowered her eyes and Charlize thought, "That's a good sign!" Charlize stood behind Ben as Sunny took the stool next to Garner. Jen looked up and met Theron’s gaze as if to say, "You beat me, but you did NOT break me."

Yet behind her unblinking brown eyes, Charlize saw something different! Reaching up, she gently ran a finger over the black eye Jen had *almost* hidden under several layers of makeup. "Oh, too bad, Jen. You ran out of makeup before you covered all the bruises."

Jen started to reply, but Ben put a hand on her thigh, pinning her to the bar stool. He put an arm around Jen, leaned into her and whispered something in her ear. She laughed, leaned over to peek around Ben at Charlize, then tossed her hair and laughed a little louder. The laughter sounded forced to Charlize, but it nevertheless brought a crimson blush to her cheeks. She abruptly turned on her heel, walked to the other end of the bar and slid up onto a stool next to Hilary Swank - who pointedly turned her back just as Charlize was just about to say something. Just as Charlize was reaching up to grab Hil’s shoulder and pull her back around to face her, the front door banged open and raucous female laughter erupted. It was Bruce Willis' ex-, Demi Moore, and her BFF, Melanie Griffith.

"Girl's night out," Demi explained as Bruce rolled his eyes. The two 'cougars' continued past the bar into the café for a pre-fight snack.

"Must be something!" Charlize mused as she tossed down a shot of Tequila Bruce set before her.

"What's that?" Bruce asked.

"Having your ex- hanging around while you hit on other women."

Bruce just chuckled. "More like it’s ME hanging around and SHE'S hitting on other women. I wish I'd known we had so much in common when we were married; we could've cruised the clubs together. Demi makes a great 'wingman' - just ask Melanie!"

Back at the other end of the bar, Sunny sat spinning idly on her stool; her knee bumping Jen's thigh. Garner who didn’t seem to mind as she was well on her way to getting blitzed. Bruce sauntered down to remind Sunny, "It's gettin' late Sunshine, hadn't ya better get changed?" She sighed, slithered off the stool, her short skirt sliding clear up to her waist. She tugged it down and headed back to the locker room to get changed.

As Sunny whirled happily off, Charlize moved back to the stool beside Garner, leaned across her and put a hand on Ben's thigh and started to chat with him. Unable to stand Ben being flirted with by this blonde who’d beaten her, Jen got up to challenge Charlize. Hilary Swank realized what was about to happen and jumped off her stool, hurried over and got Jen calmed down. But Charlize continued to goad her until Hilary finally spun around and offered to fight Charlize “…right here and now!”

Charlize said, "Sorry, I'm just here to watch Sunny fight."

Hilary laughed, "Yeah? Well, that won't last long!"

Charlize reminded her, "Don't be so sure! Sunny was the Porn Star Champ a few years ago. She's tougher’n you think."

Jen spewed beer out of her nose when Ben asked, "Champion what…cocksucker?"

"Pussylicker!" Hilary corrected and Charlize's face turned bright red. Then Hilary added, "She don't look so tough. Jovovich'll kick her ass inside ten minutes!"
* * * * * *
Just before the fight was scheduled to start, Jack went to Milla's dressing room where she was just finishing her pre-fight preparation. He explained Charlize's demand that Milla not be allowed to hit Sunny in the face and Milla was outraged! "That's crazy! Does she think I'm gonna let her hit ME in the face and not hit back! If YOU think I'd agree to fight with that condition you’re crazy! It's like having one hand tied behind me!" Milla railed, throwing her towel against the wall and kicking over a folding chair during her tirade.

"Relax sweetheart," Jack said, putting an arm around her shoulder as she stared down at her tiny, firm, breasts. "That's what Sunny WANTS - I'm not saying you have to go along with it. I told her it was agreeable to *US* I didn't say it was OK with YOU! Look, just avoid hitting her in the face for a while. You don’t have to do that anyway to beat her. BUT - if or when SHE hits YOU…you’re free to do whatever you want, I don't care. Char complains you violated our agreement, the club'll send you a letter with all the right words in it; but nothing's gonna happen - you got my word. You kick her ass and put on a good show and I'll get you back here real soon for another fight - even give you a list of choice opponents! You play right with the club and we’ll take care of you."

Milla smiled, stood on her tip-toes and kissed Jack, "I heard you were betting heavily on me, I won't let you down. I'll give 'em a show like they've never seen before!" As Jack turned to go, Milla grabbed his arm and told him, "Oh, and don't make plans for afterward...I'm taking her home with ME. She’ll forget all about Charlize after I’ve had my hands on her!"
* * * * * *
Charlize headed from the bar to join Sunny in her locker room. They’d enter the fight room together - Charlize didn’t want Sunny to get all the attention; she’d had put her ass on the line to get Sunny the fight and she wanted to share the glory! As Charlize turned into the hall, she bumped into Natasha Henstridge who slammed her up against the wall. Henny had been waiting for two months for Charlize to accept her challenge and now that she had, ‘Nasty Nat’ had something to tell her.

"I see you're still letting your girlfriends do the fighting!" Natasha sneered. "I heard Milla's been punching you around in sparring so I guess it's not just ME you're afraid of, eh? Garner almost beat you in your series with her and we were all surprised you finished on your feet, you weak bitch."

Charlize was about to get into it with Natasha when Jack came out of Milla's dressing room, saw them, and detoured toward the two blondes. Nat took advantage of Charlize's distraction to punch her in the belly and she folded over and went to one knee as Henstridge strutted away, leaving her to catch her breath. Like everyone else, Natasha knew Charlize was Jack's favorite - it's no secret he gets off seeing any blonde - but especially Charlize - dominated!

Jack put a hand on Charlize's shoulder to steady her and chuckled, "I see Natasha gave you a warm 'welcome' back to the club. You know, you really shouldn't ignore challenges…it doesn’t endear you to the rest of the members and it just makes everyone eager to beat you. If you don't want to fight someone, you shouldn't come around at all; just stay downtown at your porn club. Hear you fit in real well down there."

Charlize straightened up, took a breath to collect herself, then slapped Jack's hand away from her shoulder. "Thank you for your consideration," she hissed. "But I'm not *afraid* of that bitch Henstridge. I just had a couple of other - more important - things on my mind. She'll get hers in due time!"

Jack nodded, making no secret of his desire to see Charlize in action as soon - and as often - as possible. "Per the rules, since she challenged ME I can specify the rules of the fight, right?" Charlize asked.

"Right," Jack nodded. "But don't wait too long. Management has the right make the fight if they want. You don't wanna get on Bruce and Warren's shit list, trust me. And right now, I'm the only friend you've got here, so don't blow it kiddo! OK?" Jack patted her ass as she headed to join Sunny and he went out to get the show started.
* * * * * *
Part Three: THE FIGHT
Sunny strutted out in white lace bra and panties with her trademark 'crotchless' pantyhose and white 4" heels; her hair in her usual 'messy' halo of curls. Her porn star body was no longer as tight, firm or sculpted as in her heyday some ten years before. The 'good life' she enjoyed as a top executive at the Porn Star Fight Club and her various ‘extra duties’ had cost her a lot of training time. But Sunny was a good ten pounds heavier than Milla; her lush body fuller and curvier than the angular Ukrainian’s. At her side stood her lover, Charlize Theron, in a sparkling metallic gold, sleeveless crop top that showed a smooth, taut, tummy with a matching metallic gold micro-skirt that displayed her long, tightly-muscled legs to perfection. In a contrast to Sunny's tangled mess of shimmering blond, hair Charlize's golden locks are pulled back in a perky ponytail. Sunny's looking so hot she might catch fire as she slowly turns, showing off her great figure while Charlize veers off and heads for her seat while Sunny does her final loosening up...looking every bit as flexible as in her porn star prime!

Milla comes out next in the white, 'next-to-nothing' strappy outfit she made famous in “5th Element" her red hair heavily moussed up into spikes. Compared to Sunny, her body is ripped; all angles and sinew and flaunting 'six pack' abs! Bruce Willis stands to cheer his costar, drawing a disapproving glare from Charlize; clearly uncomfortable about the match from the day it was announced.

Charlize took her front row seat a row in front of Ben Affleck who is wedged between wife Jennifer Garner - sporting a black eye from her recent boxing match with Charlize - and Hilary Swank, who beat out Charlize for her Oscar-winning role in "Million Dollar Baby". Both Garner and Swank hate Charlize for their own reasons, but when Charlize sees Garner flinch at her approach, she can't resist the urge to taunt her. She leans over, her left hand on Ben’s thigh, and plants a long, lingering kiss on his lips! While she's kissing him, Charlize's right hand gropes between Ben's legs and as she rubs his rapidly rising rod, her tongue boldly probes his mouth. Poor Jen Garner does nothing as the sexual assault on her husband lasts a good 30 seconds. When Charlize finally breaks the kiss, she continues to fondle him, grinning as she looks up and glares a challenge into Jen's wide eyes.

"I remember this thing from ‘Reindeer Games’," Char purrs, glancing down at the bulge in Ben's pants. "Last time it was that hard I was standing over Jen as the ref counted her out in our last fight. You really were turned on then, weren't you Benny?" she teased the blushing husband.

Charlize continued to intimidate Garner, brazenly rubbing Ben's package until Hilary Swank, realizing Jen won't put a stop to it, gets up to stop it herself. Putting a hand on Charlize's chest and firmly straightening her arm, Hilary forces the big blonde to step back.

"That's enough Theron!" Hilary said. "If you want to fight..." Charlize recoiled with a concerned expression as Swank faked a punch. "BOO!" Hilary smirked. "I didn't think so! Run along; your girlfriend’s gonna need you to peel her beaten ass off the mat...or maybe we can strip and join McKay and Milla right now?" she added with a wink.

Charlize was almost as intimidated of Swank as Garner was of her! Charlize backed down (just a little) saying she didn’t want to “… detract from Sunny's moment of glory.”

Hilary laughed, "Well then, hang around and we’ll do it AFTER your girlfriend gets her ass kicked; it shouldn't take long!" Encouraged by Hilary's support, Garner get to her feet, fists clenched at her thighs. But Swank saw Jen’s about to make a mistake and snapped, "Don't, Jen! She's not worth it! Besides, the slut's probably drunk!" She reached over Ben and put a hand on Jen's fist. "This isn't the time. We're here to watch Charlize's girlfriend get HER ass kicked. Save Theron for another day; I promise it'll be worth the wait!"

Charlize brazenly winked at Jen, purred and ran her tongue over her lips as she ogled the growing bulge in Ben’s pants, telling Jen, "Uummmm..... he IS good." Then she looked at Swank and growled, "I'll deal with YOU later, Swank; your time is coming." Only then did she turn around and drop her butt on her seat; frowning as Jack waved Sunny and Milla to the center of the mat.
* * * * * *
Holding a microphone as he walked onto the mat to oversee the start of the fight, Jack muttered something about Sunny being "hot" and Milla, hearing it, stalked over to insinuate herself between Sunny and Jack. He took one look at Milla’s impressively muscled body, turned to Sunny and, loud enough that was picked up by the mic, asked, “Wouldn't you rather just fuck me right now instead of mess with this hard, mean, stick?"

Sunny grinned and purred, "I'll suck your 'hard, mean, stick' as soon as I finish Milla off."

Jack chuckled, "I’m looking forward to it. But eager as I am to begin our post-fight party, I wanna make sure you know what you're doing. Milla looks awful tough; are you sure you wanna go through with this fight?"

He handed Sunny the mike and her hand was shaking as she raised it to her lips. To disguise how worried she was, Sunny tried to come off as cocky, thrusting her modest bosom into Jack and sighing into the microphone as she fondled his hard prick. "I'll wrap her up in that cheap costume and bring her to your office on a silver platter, Jack!"

Jack’s sure Sunny is going to take a beating and it pains him - because Sunny's so hot and ripe he can't stand it. She's bigger than Milla in every way - the only reason she's so confident; at least she was until she was actually standing on the mat facing Milla and saw just how muscular she was.

Jack reminded them, “I expect your panties after the fight."

Milla chuckled, snapped her costume with her thumbs and grinned. "This doesn't come with panties, but because I love you Jack, I'll give you the whole outfit - after I beat your little blond bimbo here."

Jack turned and told the crowd with a wink, "And for the first time ever: Sunny McKay has the biggest tits in a fight."

Everyone's amused except Milla who hasn't cracked a smile throughout the prefight activities. She's frowning while Sunny is acting light-hearted, even bold. Milla HATES being referred to as "boyish" so Jack calling her 'stick' started her smoldering so his remark about the size of her boobs was enough to cause an explosion!

Rubbing his hands together excitedly, Jack scurried to the seat next to Charlize, putting her right between Jack and Natasha Henstridge - who was squeezed up against fellow Canadian, Elisha Cuthbert on the other side. When Jack remarked how nice it was being so close to a couple of Canadians, Elisha leaned over Natasha and Charlize and told him, "A typical Canuck night on the town; we go to see a fight and maybe a hockey game will break out."

Jack turned to Charlize and whispered with his hand on her thigh, "Your girlfriend is sooo hot...what an ass! Jesus... I'd love to shove my dick in it before Milla breaks it!"

Charlize blushed, turned and - WHAP - slapped Jack cross-eyed! "Sunny's free to work out her own arrangements," she hissed. "But you keep your lecherous hand off my leg if you want to talk about another women’s ass!"
* * * * * *
Jack signaled for the match to start and...BOOM...Milla went off like a Roman Candle, charging to grab Sunny by the throat with both hands but Sunny got her hands up in time and instead, they locked in a Test of Strength. Sunny was shocked that Milla slowly forced her back until she dug in and her thicker, more powerful, legs exerted themselves. Sunny shoved Milla back to center mat where Milla halted her progress and it turned into a stalemate. They grunted and strained for several moments, then again, step-by-step, Milla marched Sunny back, then forced Sunny's arms back until their breasts touched.

Grimacing and grinning, Milla slowly pushed Sunny's arms down until her hands rested against her hips. Sunny, her eyes wide with shock at Milla's strength, suddenly side-stepped, twisted her hips and got Milla off balance; then she hip-tossed the Ukrainian to the mat flat on her back. The impact knocked the wind out of Milla and Sunny took advantage, diving on Milla; her lush body landing full-length on Milla's - tits-to-tits, belly-to-belly, pelvis-to-pelvis!

If the impact with the floor hadn't knocked all the air out of Milla, Sunny's weight landing on her finished the job. Before Milla could catch her breath, Sunny had pinned her arms to the mat! Sunny spent the next minute grinding as Milla struggled for air. Sunny mugged for Jack as she slowly wriggled up Milla's body and then straddled her chest. Milla lay gasping, her thin, wiry, legs bicycling in the air; her back arching as she tried in vain to get her trapped arms off the mat - only to have Sunny slam them back down! This repeated several times until Sunny brought a knee up over Milla's left arm which freed her own right hand.

But when Sunny leaned to bring her other knee up, Milla thrust her hips and bounced Sunny off to the side! She looked surprised as she scrambled to her knees and turned to dive back onto Milla - who drew her knees up and kicked out with both feet; smashing her heels into Sunny's breasts and sending her flying backward head over heels! Sunny rolled twice before she got to her feet rubbing her breasts. Milla was already on her feet, hands on narrow hips, a smug grin on her lips.

She wiggled her fingers at Sunny as if to say, "Come on" and Sunny did - lowering her shoulder and charging! Her shoulder slammed into Milla's chest and they went down in a tangle of arms and legs! They wrestled briefly before Sunny ended up on Milla's back and put Milla in a Full Nelson. Sunny lifted Milla’s shoulders and then THWAP, smashed her face down into the mat! WHAP! She slammed Milla's face into the mat again, then started to bounce up and down on Milla's back.

Slowly, Milla began to power her arms down and as Sunny's grip began to slip, her fingers lost their grip and her arms opened. Milla 'Rump Bumped' Sunny in the belly and bucked her off! Sunny rolled over and sat up, confused at the unexpected way the fight had gone. Sunny had expected to dominate Milla using her weight, but things weren't going according to plan!

Milla rolled the opposite way and scrambled to her knees, wiped the trickle of blood from under her nose which had started the second time it had been smashed on the mat. She looked at Sunny, then grinned and flicked her fingers, spattering blood on the blondes white bra and into the shallow valley of her cleavage. Sunny looked down at her blood spattered chest, then slowly ran her fingertips down between her breasts, lifted it to her mouth and licked the blood off her fingers.

"Ummmmmmmm, sweet," she purred. "But wait'll you taste of my pussy when I have you pinned on your back beggin' for mercy. It's so sweet you might get diabetes!"

"More likely I might get a venereal disease," Milla grumbled with a smug smirk as she wiped her bloody fingers on her thigh and started to circle to her right. Sunny's face flushed scarlet at the insult and she almost let her emotions goad her into a rash charge, but she held her anger and circled to her right, mirroring Milla's movement.

"Well, they sure TALK a good fight," Hilary Swank said in a loud voice as she jabbed Charlize in the back.

"Talk is cheap," Jennifer Garner chirped. "But then, whaddaya expect from that foreign trash."

"HEY!" Natasha Henstridge growled as she glared at the two. "Knock it off and watch the show - or I'll come back there and clock yur heads together."

Swank rose with her fists clenched, but Jack's icy, "You BOTH knock it off or you're all outta here on your pretty little asses! You wanna fight, go take a number and wait your turn dammit; I wanna watch the fight!"

Everyone calmed down and turned back to watch Sunny attack again; charging Milla who spun aside trying to avoid her rush. But Sunny hooked one arm around Milla's slim waist and reeled her in as she spun around, catching the Ukrainian hottie in a Reverse Bearhug! Sunny dug her chin into the back of Milla's neck as she tightened her grip, lifting Milla off her feet and swinging her left and right as she applied crushing pressure to Milla's waif-like waistline!

Red-faced, Milla grunted as she fought to pry Sunny's clasped hands apart; wriggling and squirming; twisting left and right; swinging her elbows and smashing them into Sunny's ribs - first on one side, then the other, then the first side again. Every time Milla's elbow cracked into her ribs, Sunny grunted - each louder than before. After five hard elbows, Sunny had to ease off on her Bearhug. She dropped her arms down around Milla's hips, bent her knees, rose and lifted Milla off her feet, turning as she heaved her upward, then…

WHAM! Sunny slammed Milla facefirst into the mat!

"OOOOOF!" The air was knocked out of Milla when she landed with Sunny on her back; her clenched hands under Milla's belly! Sunny sat up straddling Milla's ass, grabbed both wrists and pulled her arms back, straining to force them up into a Double Hammerlock. But Milla was too strong and Sunny had to be content with merely holding her arms straight out, unable to either fold them or raise them higher. Milla, showing tremendous flexibility, started kicking her feet back into Sunny's back. The blonde winced as Milla's flashing feet beat a tattoo on her lower back and she inched higher on Milla’s back, leaning forward and forcing Milla's arms down as she scooted higher to trap Milla's arms over her thighs.

As soon as Milla felt Sunny's weight shift, she whipped her legs one way, twisting her body the other; and wrenching one arm free in the process! Milla’s Backfist caught Sunny square in the face and rocked the blonde! Sunny put a hand down on the mat to keep from falling - just enough for Milla's next wild lunge to unseat her. Sunny ended up on her butt with her legs draped across Milla's back!

Sunny rolled back onto her shoulders and kicked Milla in the ribs with both feet, sliding her along the mat on her side. Her next kick sent Milla rolling and she came to a stop several feet away. Sunny scrambled to her feet and walked over to Milla who had barely time to get to all fours.

WHUMP! Sunny's flashing foot kicked Milla square in the pit of the stomach and lifted her lithe body into the air. Milla collapsed in a heap in front of Sunny who glanced over at Charlize with fire flashing in her eyes and gave an insolent toss of her wild, yellow hair.

THWAP! Sunny's second kick caught Milla in the ribs and the Ukrainian hottie curled up with her arms crossed, hugging herself.

"GET UP!" Sunny screamed. She grabbed a fistful of Milla's hair, hair-hauled her to her knees and...

THUMP! kicked her in the chest, knocking Milla spread-eagled on her back!

"Kick her ASS, Sunny!" Jewel Kilcher screamed. "Kick her ass GOOD!"

Sunny grinned as she drew back her leg to kick again, but Milla's left foot whipped out and her instep struck the inside of her planted ankle. Sunny dropped screaming in pain, holding her ankle; her face ashen, and moaning, "Ohhhhhh, shit," As she rocked back and forth in pain, Sunny sobbed, "I think she broke it!"

Charlize started to go to her injured lover, but Jack's hand on her thigh pushed her back into her seat. She looked over at him and he shook his head. "Wait," he cautioned. "It's just a sprain. And you're not to interfere. I'll stop it if she's really hurt; trust me." He gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze and didn't remove his hand. Charlize, too intent on Sunny's pain to notice, leaned forward with a worried scowl and didn't feel Jack's hand creeping higher.

Milla struggled to her knees and began to crawl toward Sunny who was so intent on her ankle that, at first, she didn't notice. It wasn't until Milla had almost reached her that Sunny looked up, saw her and then started frantically kicking with her good leg. Milla blocked two of Sunny's kicks, then caught Sunny's good ankle in one hand, slammed the leg down and pinned it under her knee. As Sunny struggled to pull free, Milla beat Sunny's thigh with her fists! Sunny had no choice but to let go of her sprained ankle and try to protect herself - which made it easy for Milla to grab Sunny's injured leg while she was trying to shield her thigh. Milla gave the sprained limb a cruel, wrenching twist and Sunny let out a blood-curdling scream as she collapsed flat on her back; her hands tearing her hair as she writhed in pain.

Milla gave the injured ankle a second, harder, twist, then dropped it and used her knee on pin that leg as well when she went back to beating her fists on the insides of Sunny's thighs! Every third or fourth punch, Milla hammered up into Sunny's pubic mound and those punches made Sunny’s body buck and arch with these new spasms of agonizing pain.

The crowd was on their feet, screaming for one or the other woman; their cries blending in a cacophony that rose each time on of Milla's hard, punishing, punches pounded Sunny's poor pubic mound. Milla slithered into the apex of the V between Sunny's spread legs and dropped belly-to-belly on Sunny. She grabbed her shiny blond hair, jerked up and as soon as Sunny's shoulders lifted off the mat...

WHAM! Milla slammed the back of her head down on the mat!

WHACK! Milla smashed Sunny's skull on the thinly padded mat a second time and Sunny saw stars!

WHAAAP! The third time Milla drove her head into the mat, Sunny's hands lost their grip on Milla's biceps and her arms dropped limp at her hips.

Milla hair-hauled Sunny to her knees...her unfocused eyes rolling back as Milla turned her to face the crowd. Charlize gasped seeing Sunny so defenseless. Behind Charlize, Jack heard Swank and Garner giggle when Natasha leaned across Jack, who still had his hand high on Charlize’s thigh and grabbed Charlize's other thigh. She gave it a squeeze and sneered, "Oh, this is gonna be a classssssic beatdown!"

Charlize whirled angrily and tried to slap Natasha - but the brazen blonde pulled back just in time and Charlize’s palm instead hit Jack in the face.

"Hey pussycats," he growled as he rubbed his cheek. "You two wanna scrap wait your turn. I guarantee you’ll have a spot on one of next cards even if I hafta bump Bening and Cybil to make room for ya."

Charlize opened her mouth to say something, but turned away when she heard a scream! Milla had Sunny in a Hair and Hammerlock combination; forcing her to hop on her good leg as she took her for a spin around the mat, stopping right in front of Charlize and Jack.

WHUMPFFF! Milla let go of Sunny's Hammerlocked arm, pirouetted and brought her fist around in a sweeping arc. She buried her fist low in Sunny's belly just above the lush golden pelt of pubic hair peeking over the top of her panties. Sunny gurgled deep in her throat as she doubled over and pitched facefirst to the canvas; her injured ankle raised behind her. Milla stepped over, grabbed Sunny's ankle - eliciting another squeal of pain - and yanked the leg straight, then...

STOMP! Milla smashed her heel down on the back of Sunny's thigh.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Milla was going to take Sunny's legs out of the fight - one way or another!

Sunny wailed a high-pitched, keening cry as Milla mercilessly stomped the back of both curvy legs until the muscles cramped. Sunny drew her knees up to her chest as she rolled over onto her back; her hands kneading her bruised legs. But Milla didn't stop kicking - just changed her aim - driving kicks to Sunny's heart-shaped butt, sending her huddled body skidding several inches on the mat each time.

Jennifer Garner stood up, jabbed her finger into Jewel Kilcher’s soft, bulging, cleavage and sneered, "Whose ass is getting kicked NOW? Huh, bitch!?"

Jewel gave her the finger and started to stand up but Janet Jones pulled her back down in her seat when Mariah Carey and Beyonce, seated together behind Jewel growled in unison, "Sit your ass DOWN or I’ll PUT it down!!!"

Milla kicked Sunny over onto her back again, then dropped a knee in Sunny's stomach. Sunny spasmed upright, her face ashen, then collapsed back onto her back. Twice more Milla stomped her tummy and each time Sunny's body jackknifed up and then flopped back. The third time Milla stomped and Sunny came up, Milla grabbed a handful of Sunny’s wildly disheveled hair and held her as she turned her hips and...

THUNK! slammed her foot into the shallow valley between Sunny's perky breasts. Sunny went flying back, leaving a fistful of golden hair in Milla's clenched fist!!

Charlize turned to Jack with tears in her eyes and pleaded, "Please Jack...stop it...she's had enough!"

Jack shook his head, 'no' and muttered, "Not yet…"

Now that Milla had the upper hand, she continued attacking Sunny's legs, kneeing her thighs, punching her hamstrings, stomping and kicking her calves and using her elbows and knees to pound Sunny's body until the blond could no longer stand. Once she had Sunny's lower body softened up, Milla went after her arms; twisting and bending them, punching her biceps and hammering her belly until she couldn't even raise her hands to defend herself. Milla grabbed Sunny's arms and went to work; twisting and wrenching until all the strength had been wrung out of her; then she moved to Sunny's long, limber legs and twisted her supple body like a pretzel.

Not only was Jack's breathing hard - so is his dick! He grabbed Charlize's wrist and forced her hand into his crotch, rubbing himself. "God, I love… Sunny and…I sure hate to… see her hurt…" he grunted, "…but this the… hottest thing since… Nat wiped the mat… with you Charl..."

CRACK! Charlize’s slap shut him up! Jack looked at her and saw tears in her eyes at seeing her lover dominated and destroyed, both physically and psychologically.

"I'm sorry," Jack said. "I know that was a bad night for you. I shouldn't dredge up painful memories."

Overhearing them, Natasha reached over and patted Charlize's thigh as she sneered, "It's OK Jack, I don't think she remembers most of what happened - do you dearie?"

Instead of responding, a blushing Charlize hurriedly wiped her tears and turned back to the action on the mat where Sunny had briefly regained position on top of Milla. As she strained to maintain her advantage, Charlize clapped excitedly, screaming at her lover, urging her to fight back harder.

Natasha reached over, grabbed Charlize's hand and forced her to look at her as she said in a loud voice - ostensibly to Jack, "Sunny and Charlize both fight the same way. Start fast and fade as soon as someone lowers the boom."

Just than, a loud THUD and a roar from the crowd makes both women looked back at the mat where Milla had used two handfuls of Sunny's hair to fling her clear across the room. Once she stopped rolling, Sunny lay groaning as Milla moved in to attack again. She hair-hauled Sunny back to her feet, but Sunny dug deep within herself and fought back!

She swung a looping overhand left that struck Milla on the side of the head and did no damage, then drove her right as hard as she could - squarely into Milla's six-pack abs. Milla’s only reaction was to stop with her raised left arm extended, still holding a fistful of wildly disheveled blond hair. Then Milla drove two hard, hard, punches - the first to Sunny's left breast was so hard Sunny started to collapse even as the second punch caught her under her jaw with a loud CRACK!

Sunny’s head snapped backward, disappearing into a halo of her golden hair as she went limp and crashed to the mat in a heap at Milla's feet. Jack turned to Natasha and shook his head. "That hadda hurt. It looks almost exactly like the shot you ruined Charlize here with a while back!"

“That’s illegal!” Charlize protested. “She’s not allowed to hit Sunny in the head!”

“Sorry,” Jack said, his hand gripping her thigh tighter. “Sunny punched her first. That cancels any agreement on conditions.”

Natasha chuckled at Charlize who, pouting, glared at Jack, then angrily turned her back on him as Sunny struggled to all fours then crawled away from Milla. But she was so dazed and disoriented, she didn't know where she was going and she crawled in a circle, finally heading toward the far wall - cinder blocks with no doors or windows for escape! Milla's uppercut probably left Sunny semi-conscious and she was operating on pure instinct; her body trying to get away from the punishment even when there's nowhere to go!

Milla walked along behind her, then literally kicked Sunny's beautiful, raised, heart-shaped ass; sending her sprawling face first on the mat, her chin plowing a furrow in the plastic coating as her exposed breasts made a loud SQUEEEEEL.

Sunny desperately tried to push herself to all fours once more, but Milla planted a foot in the middle of her back and stomped down, slamming her flat. Then she grabbed Sunny's wrists and pulled her arms back and levered them upward, locking her in a Surfboard. As Milla applied pressure, Sunny's back arched back until her hard-nippled, perky little breasts were off the mat. Her face contorted with pain as Milla hauled back harder...then stomped down again and mashed Sunny's bare breasts on the mat!

Again, Milla hauled her up - then again slammed her down, pancaking her reddening breasts. Over and over, Milla repeated the cruel, brutal, breast-bashing routine until Sunny was bawling from a combination of pain and frustration. Finally, Milla let Sunny's arms flop at her sides. She lay, unmoving, her body jerking and twitching; racked with sobs. Milla collected Sunny by the ankles and dragged her on her chest back to the middle of the mat. Milla dropped her feet and Sunny made no resistance as Milla pulled Sunny's legs into a Figure Four Leglock, rocked back and poured on the pressure.

Laughing, Milla told Sunny, "Enjoy the ride!"

Sunny could only gasp a desperate, "P...please...AAAARRRRGH!" before the next round of pain began! Milla leaned back on her elbows, her muscular legs entwined with Sunny's exerting terrific pressure. As the blonde's torso rose upward, she grabbed her hair and let out a howl, then collapsed onto her back, tearing clumps of hair from her own scalp. "Noooooooooooooooooooooo...," Sunny wailed mindlessly as her body shuddered and shook.

After nearly a minute of excruciating agony, Milla sat up, released the Figure Four and got to her feet and Sunny rolled over on her stomach. Milla straddled Sunny's back, then crushed her waist between her steel-cord thighs. She released Sunny's bra and looped it around her neck like a leash. Backing up, Milla snagged Sunny's thong at her hips and with a quick back and down tug, pulled it down over Sunny's raised butt and left it loose around her knees. Milla put a foot on Sunny's heart-shaped ass and kicked her forward, sending her skidding on her bare breasts and battered belly once again.

Sunny struggled to get to all fours as the crowd jeered, then once more tried to crawl away, shuffling along with her knees entangled in her own thong. Milla walked behind, grinning and mugging for the appreciative crowd, then reached down and grabbed Sunny's top and jerked her up short, then with another quick yank pulled her over backward onto her haunches.

Milla had just started to bind Sunny's hands behind her back with her own top when Charlize, knowing her lover was helpless, bolted out of her seat to go to Sunny's rescue. Jack grabbed her shoulder and when she looked back down at him, he shook his head 'no' and forcefully pulled her butt down into her seat.

Putting a hand on her shoulder, Jack told her firmly, "Stay here, babe; I'm enjoying this!"

After tying Sunny's wrists, Milla used her long blonde hair to drag her to her feet, letting her thong slide down her legs around her ankles. Since Sunny was no longer resisting - she was barely able to catch her breath - Milla really went to work demolishing the proud blonde's porn star body. She would scoop her up, then slam her down then put her into another dreadfully painful hold...one which forced Sunny to struggle futilely and in vain to escape... Milla only let Sunny out of the hold long enough to put her in yet another - even more painful - one.

When Sunny had exhausted herself struggling, it was obvious she wasn't in as good shape as Milla who again body slammed Sunny several times, leaving her gasping for air. After the third one, Milla used a handful of hair to 'help' her to her feet, then held her upright as she hammered Sunny's belly with four more punches that left her writhing on the mat in pain.

Milla pulled the barely struggling blonde back to her feet and wrapped her in a Full Nelson with she used to slowly bend Sunny over backward, forcing her legs apart with her knees as she stretched her body, forcing her chest out. Slowly turning, Milla put Sunny's naked body on display for the audience. Charlize squirmed at the sight of tears in Sunny's eyes, but then Milla flipped Sunny back over her back, letting her dangle upside down with her knees folded over Milla's shoulders as she carried Sunny over and walked slowly down the length of the front row, letting everyone see up close the bruises and marks she'd inflicted on Sunny's formerly flawless figure.

Milla carried Sunny back to the middle of the mat, still dangling upside down on her back, then suddenly she sat down and drove Sunny's head down into the mat! Sunny hit the mat so hard it shocked everyone - and many thought she had broken her neck or back - or worse! Charlize was afraid Milla would keep right on beating her - and may kill her!

Milla had just turned around and signaled to Maria Sharapova who threw her a silver vibrator - the same one she'd been using on herself ever since Milla took control of the match. Milla picked it up and folded Sunny's limp, unresisting body into a Matchbook with her ass in the air, then started slowly working the buzzing silver vibrator in and out of Sunny's gaping pussy.
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Charlize leaped out of her seat and headed onto the mat to stop Milla. Jack tried to stop her, grabbing her wrist, but she pulled her hand away and turned back toward Milla. That was when Natasha Henstridge jumped up to stop her and Charlize didn’t hesitate. As soon as she felt Natasha’s hand grab her shoulder, she spun and WHAM decked Henstridge with a hard right to the jaw! Natasha's legs buckled and she toppled over into Jack's lap!

Elisha Cuthbert dove over Jack and Natasha, tackled Charlize around the hips and dragged her down across several seats next to where Charlize had been sitting, sending those audience members scattering. As Charlize started to wrestle with Elisha, someone else started hitting her in the head with their fist - Jennifer Garner taking advantage of Charlize having her hands full of Elisha Cuthbert!

In the resulting confusion, McKay backer Peta Wilson attacked Jovovich supporter Anna Kournikova. Nicole Kidman squared off with Sharapova when she tried to help Anna. Peta and Nicole had the better of it early, but as the four women disappeared into the crowd in a melee of flying fists, Sharapova and Kournikova mounted their comeback!

Pink and Michelle Rodriguez were sitting on either side of Kristanna Loken and they got to their feet ready to join the madness, but Loken grabbed them by the belts and yanked them back into their seats. "Let's see how this develops. There might be a chance for some mischief," she purred as Milla started to drag the hog-tied Sunny toward the rear exit.

Mandy Moore stood up, leaning on Jack's shoulder to watch Cuthbert pummel Theron. The tall young brunette clapped excitedly and cooed happily - but carefully avoided any personal involvement herself!

Sharon Stone and Janet Jones elbowed and shoved their way toward the spot where Charlize had disappeared under several bodies, desperate to save their ‘meal ticket’ from harm. They’d almost made it when Janet let out a yelp as she was jerked backward by a handful of hair! Jeri Ryan turned Janet around and POW knocked her on her ass with one punch, an overhand right!

Sharon lunged for Jeri, but was knocked down by Melanie Griffith and Demi Moore - a longtime Stone enemy. Moore and Griffith took this opportunity to get in a couple of free shots at the unpopular Stone while everyone was busy attacking someone or defending themselves. Sharon was topless; her clothes in tatters, in a matter of seconds!

Charlize found it impossible to fight while flat on her back on the floor under a tangle of legs and bodies and could only shield her face with her left arm as Cuthbert rained down punches. Suddenly, Elisha lets out a squeal as she was grabbed and dragged off of Charlize by Jewel Kilcher. Cuthbert turned around and began trading punches with Kilcher until Hilary Swank grabbed Jewel in a headlock, wrestled her to the floor and punched her in the face.

By then, Charlize had scrambled back to her feet and was facing off with Cuthbert but then she was grabbed from behind by Jeri Ryan who hissed, "This is payback!" Ryan held Charlize in a Full Nelson for Cuthbert who began pounding Theron's long, exposed, torso, paying particular attention to her sensitive breasts!

Jack was tearing his hair, screaming for everyone to calm down - and being ignored! Ryan and Cuthbert had Charlize pinned on her back and when Henstridge joined them, all three tore Charlize's blouse open, baring her perky breasts, then began pounding them flat until...

…Abbie Cornish and Laura Prepon dove into the pig pile and the six women broke up in three pairs with Prepon and Ryan pounding one another with their fists; Cornish wrestling on the floor with Cuthbert and Charlize struggling trying to get Henstridge off of her!

Jack was frantically shouting to Bruce Willis, "Get security in here, NOW!" Six or seven young actresses came barreling through the doors led by Kate Hudson and Brittany Daniel. They started to separate the brawlers and - after five or six minutes - order was more or less restored.
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In all the confusion, nobody noticed that Milla and Sunny had disappeared and were nowhere around when the dust cleared. As it dawned on Charlize, she, Jewel and Laura Prepon went looking for Sunny. They found Milla sprawled unconscious near the back door but Sunny was nowhere in sight. Charlize shook Milla until she came around and asked, “Where’s Sunny?”

Milla, still dazed, mumbled, “They…they jumped me and took her.”

“WHO?” Charlize screamed. “WHO took Sunny?”

“I don’t know…” Milla muttered. “The last thing I remember was Kris Loken grinning down at me…”

(This story will split into two separate threads: First, Charlize searches for her missing Sunny on our Charlize Web Page, then Charlize meets her commitment to Jack with two consecutive fights at the ‘Put Up or Shut Up’ club!)