The beginning of it all was what should have been a simple love affair. While still married to Carmen Electra, rocker Dave Navarro had fallen (like many others) for the copious charms of the reigning Queen of Porn, Jenna Jameson. All had been well and good until tongues all over town had started wagging, and that, combined with more than a few telltale signs, had led to Carmen finding out about her husband’s extra-marital “activities”. Never one to sit down and take any such things calmly, the fiery-tempered Mrs. Navarro had immediately confronted Jenna about it at a popular night club. Not being a woman of a too kind a disposition herself, Jenna had not even bothered to deny Carmen’s charges and had even gone as far as to taunt and mock the former Baywatch beauty. The result had been a physical fight between the two, which had failed to produce a winner as it been quickly interrupted, and which had only served to aggravate the situation even further, making a more serious clash inevitable.
Enter The Amateur.
The not-so-proud owner of a small company specializing in fantasy female combat videos, The Amateur had witnessed the scene at the club and had seen the opportunity to provide his struggling enterprise with the boost it so badly needed. Shrewd enough to recognize the fact that Carmen and Jenna would not let the matter rest and were both willing and eager to settle things with their fists, teeth, and nails, he had acted quickly. Approaching the two beauties separately, he had asked each one if she would like to settle the issue in front of a camera – one take with no script and both women getting a slice of the substantial profits a video like this would undoubtedly rake in. Convinced in her superiority over her rival and itching for an opportunity to prove it, each woman immediately had said “yes”.
The fight had taken place in an empty room inside a Hollywood house, with remotely-operated cameras mounted on the walls, recording the action from all angles, and it had been nothing short of an all-out, brutal war. The video, when released, had met all expectations of both publishers and customers, and then some, becoming an instant hit and topping the list of bestsellers. Such were its popularity and, more importantly, its performance on the grossing front, that within weeks there was a string of celebrities (predominantly B-listers) beating down the door of Amateur Fight, Ltd. with the hopes of cashing in on what appeared to be the new new rage.
From there, it had been only a matter of time for Big Business to sit back and take notice. With their audiences always eager for fresh forms of entertainment, the major television networks had seen the potential behind the idea. One such network, bolder than the rest and with “family viewing” not featuring too prominently on its list of programs, had moved, signing a deal with Amateur Fight.
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The new show was entitled “Fighting With The Stars”, and was to air weekly, as a pay-per-view in Saturday’s late night slot. The premise was simple. Two women in an apartment style, no-holds-barred fight. There had been some talk about a venue with a live audience present, but that had been quickly scrapped. For security reasons, as well as to avoid any potential distraction for the fighters, the original format of the closed room rigged with cameras and microphones had been preferred. The only difference made to Amateur Fight’s basic concept had been that in addition to being recorded, each fight was to be aired live as well. Given its know-how and experience in the field, Amateur Fight would provide the technical set-up, and handle the making and distribution of videos of all events.
Predictably, the show was a roaring success from the start. Watching two sexy women fighting it out without rules of any kind is generally a spectacle that is guaranteed to have the majority of men (and some of the women) the world over paying attention. Make the two fighters even moderately famous, and the rest of the women are also certain to watch along with everybody else – out of sheer curiosity. In short: Everyone wanted to see it. From the very first show, ratings had gone through the roof, and had kept on rising from there.
There was never a shortage of “cast members”, either. Virtually everybody that was anybody wanted to do it. This was partly due to the financial side of things: the amounts of money the network was willing to pay for participation often defied reason. And, naturally, the bigger the celebrity, the fatter the check. There were fringe benefits too. For some – the less well-known figures lurking on the fringes of fame – it offered the prospect of increasing their popularity as well as their bank balance. For others it was often personal – a chance to deal a particularly hated rival a particularly painful and humiliating beating, and, most importantly, get away with it (all participants had to sign a waiver releasing both the network and their opponent from any liability for any damages – physical, psychological, or emotional – suffered during the show). Some of the ageing celebs, or those who had for one reason or another simply began the slow, agonizing slide to obscurity, saw it as the perfect opportunity to kick-start their stalled career. And then, there were the true Showbiz heavyweights. The ones to whom adding a few extra bucks to their already massive wealth was of little consequence, and who could not possibly become any more famous, but who simply could not resist the urge to do it. Those too sometimes did it to settle a score with an old rival, but often there was more to it than that. To them it was all about competition; about the desire to reign supreme; about satiating an oversized ego by proving their superiority over anybody and everybody else, or – to put it simply – about being the best. In every way imaginable. Always…
Night Of The Oscars
(And the winner is…)
By Amateur
Featuring:
Charlize Theron
Born: August 7, 1975, Benoni, Gauteng, RSA
Height: 5’9.5”
"I feel really lucky to have the body I have; I love it!"
“Besides ... I’m not a big pampering girl anyway.”
“There are these moments when you can't back down.”
vs.
Halle Maria Berry
Born: August 14, 1966, Cleveland, Ohio, USA
Height: 5’7”
“I'm a really good gymnast. I can do splits and back handsprings.”
“I spent a lot of time with a crown on my head.”
“I'm always fighting to overcome the obstacle.”
It was billed as “The pay-per-view event of the century”. And even though it was unclear whether or not this was deservedly so, pretty much everyone agreed that it was relatively high on the “not-to-be-missed” list of anyone with a taste for the finer things in life. After all, it was not every day one could have the pleasure of watching two Oscar-winning actresses, who were also two of the sexiest women in Hollywood, fighting it out – no-holds-barred and to the finish.
To Charlize Theron and Halle Berry (the two celebrity brawlers-to-be) it was not about viewing pleasure. Nor was it that much a matter of the handsome purse form the fight (a pay-per-view of the century invariably commands record-breaking ratings, and record breaking ratings command record-breaking profits for most of those involved). To Charlize and Halle, it was personal. It was all about pride… and a bit of prejudice.
That the two could not stand the sight of each other was hardly a surprise to anyone. They were both women, they were both beautiful, and they were both in showbiz, which meant that, rivaling each other directly on so many levels, they would not share a lot of mutual love and respect – especially given their respective origins and backgrounds. And they were not too shy about speaking about their feelings. Just about everybody in Tinseltown had gotten to hear all about what each beauty thought of the other. Each spoke freely and at length about the other’s place of birth, personal appearance, intellectual qualities – or lack thereof – plus a whole myriad of other things.
And then of course there was the not-so-small matter of this little golden statuette going around by the name of Oscar. Each woman had one in her possession, given to her as an award for best female performance in a motion picture. Charlize had won it in 2004 for Monster, and Halle had claimed it two years earlier for her role in Monster’s Ball. Each felt that the other had no right to own it. Charlize maintained that the only reason Halle had been given the award, was because of “affirmative action”, as she put it, citing the fact that the male winner for that same year had also been “black” and invariably bringing up Catwoman plus a list of post-2002 Halle movies (all of them flops compared to Monster’s Ball) to back her claim. Halle for her part, let it be known that it was her opinion that at least SHE had an Oscar, for whatever reason it may be. According to her, the Academy Award for Monster had been intended to go to both Aileen Wuornos and the movie’s make-up artists. However, since Aileen was dead, and therefore just as unlikely as the make-up people to get close enough to the Academy big shots to perform the sexual favors which Charlize had performed, and which had probably been as lackluster as the bitch’s on-screen presentation (but perhaps still better than nothing), it had been the South African whore that had ended up with the award. And if Charlize had an ounce of honor and dignity anywhere in her rotten being (which Halle was sure the bitch did not have), she would return that award and quick (which Halle was sure the bitch would not do). And so on, from both women. All spiced up with choice words and phrases many might feel a lady should never use.
All in all, none of what either of them said was any flattering. Truth be told, all of it was extremely offensive. And offense was duly taken on both sides. Being proud and somewhat hot-tempered women, Charlize and Halle each showed more willingness to dish out the verbal assault than to take it. On several occasions the two had nearly come to blows at various Hollywood events and parties, each time only the prompt interference of onlookers preventing things from getting completely out of control. Something which neither Charlize nor Halle appreciated too greatly. For they wanted things to get out of control, both of them. And the farther out of control the better. There were but a few things in the universe that either beauty would have liked better than to get her hands on the other and keep them there long enough for the bitch to find out just what it meant to mess with a truly superior woman and actress, which, each one was sure, would not take long at all.
And with the WCWN (Who Cares Which Network)/Amateur Fight pay-per-views and DVD’s being at the crest of the wave at the moment, it was not long before the each of them figured out exactly how she could achieve this – and some more. With the challenge laid down and accepted, each actress had her people take care of the details, and within days, a date and time were already a fact – neither the Amateur, COB, SOB, NAGPA, HAND, etc., nor the network willing to waste any time and risk missing out on what could easily become the highest grossing product of all time… until a higher grossing one came along.
Come Saturday night, everything was good to go. The set up was the customary one: A completely empty room, some twenty by twenty feet, wired for sound, with remotely operated cameras mounted on swivels on the walls, covering every possible angle of the floor, ready to take every second of the proceedings live to just about every TV set in the world, while being well out of the way of the action.
The build up started at ten thirty PM, with an half-hour long program form “our studio”, led by the standard moron-plus-guest combo nobody gave a fuck about talking about the fight, explaining the rules, providing backgrounds, stats and some video footage of the opponents, and pretty much doing their best to conceal their impatience. During this half-hour, the viewers got to hear that they were about to see a no-holds-barred fight to the finish between two of Hollywood’s hottest A-list women, Oscar winners Charlize Theron and Halle Berry (which was something everybody already knew). They also got to hear that two fighters had each signed a waiver, releasing Amateur Fights, HBO, and each other from all liability for any potential physical/psychological damage they might suffer as a result of the fight, and that there are highly trained and skilled paramedics at hand just in case (which was something everybody already knew – it was all standard for these events). Also, it was brought to everyone’s attention that Ms. Theron and Ms. Berry had both insisted on a clause in the contract they had signed with Amateur Fights which would make the fight a “winner takes all” affair. Literally. Not only would the loser not get a share of the profits form the live broadcast and the subsequent DVD sales, but in addition, the winner would have the right to claim the very thing that had proved to be the main “apple of discord” between the two, so to speak. To put it simply, the winner would get to take home the loser’s Oscar (which was something not everybody knew).
Some more rambling followed, officially making the two presenters the most passionately disliked people on earth, even though one of them was quite an attractive young lady by the name of Stacy Keibler. Stacy was actually the winner of last week’s fight, in which she had thoroughly thrashed a cocky and overconfident Trish Stratus – an outcome which most had perceived as the mother of all upsets. Finally, after one last agonizingly long commercial break, countless TV screens around the world were showing an overhead view of a brightly lit, empty room, just as two sexy women wearing very little by way of clothing were entering it from doors on two opposite walls.
The doors closed behind them. Now there was no turning back. Those doors would not open again until one woman was defeated, and the other was fully satisfied on the matter. They both knew this and they both kept swallowing nervously, their hearts hammering in their chests which rose and fell with a breathing that was at least twice quicker than normal, which was perfectly understandable. Each woman stood to lose a lot. The thoughts going through both minds were absolutely identical. Here each of them was, one of the world’s beautiful and famous women, standing almost nude for the world to see, about to fight another woman to what could very well be the most humiliating defeat of her life (also for the world to see), with her dignity, reputation, health, AND her precious Oscar on the line. And that was exactly the way both women wanted it. Each felt supremely confident in her own strength, toughness and fighting abilities and instincts, and had no doubt that she would win. That was what made the situation so desirable. Finally, she had the chance to beat and humiliate her rival and prove once and for all that she is the better woman, and what’s more to do it in front of a world-wide audience, thus increasing her popularity (not to mention her bank balance) immeasurably.
Watching each other tensely, the two now drew closer together, each scanning her opposition from head to toe and further convincing herself that she would emerge victorious from this battle. Each one of them had her reasons to think so, being in superb shape as a result of regular workout routines and a number of other physical activities. Plus each one had had her share of fights before and had won a lot more than she had lost. All of this taken into account made each one firmly believe she would end up on top.
They were undressed similarly for the night. Certain that her opponent would be too prudish to show anything that mattered, Charlize had chosen to fight topless, wearing nothing but a skimpy black bikini bottom, figuring that she might as well earn some extra recognition points by treating everyone to the spectacle of her superbly shaped, lithe, toned body practically not covered by anything. Her creamy skin glowed softly under the bright lights as her lean, long frame moved forward gracefully and purposefully, hips swinging in a lazy, provocative fashion, soft silky blonde hair streaming down her square shoulders.
Proving Charlize wrong about one thing, “prudish” Halle was also clad in just a bikini thong, white in color, contrasting very effectively with her dark, smooth skin and accentuating her sensual curves. “If you have it – flaunt it” was obviously Halle’s motto, at least for tonight. Her magnificent, luscious breasts stood high and proud on her chest, as firm and as full as ever, their rock-hard chocolate-brown nipples pointing slightly upwards, straight at her taller opponent’s lovely face. She too had thought that her ratings would not be hurt by her letting people know that even if she had not done anything notable on screen as of late, her body was still every bit as shapely and taut as in the days her popularity had been at its peak. She was sporting the short, spiky hairstyle from her “Swordfish” days, figuring that the shorter, more difficult to get hold of follicles would give her an edge in the fight.
The two slowly drew closer until they were only inches apart, looking into each other’s eyes, each searching for a weakness or hesitation, and finding only strength, will, menace, and purpose. Their hearts racing, their breathing quick and shallow, the two drew closer still. With their chests almost touching, the physical dissimilarities between the two beauties was more apparent than ever, Charlize’s lean, lithe, lightly tanned frame contrasting in both build and color with Halle’s shorter, more compact and slightly more muscular, sepia-hued body. Even though the air-conditioning was working, very little work was actually being done in that department: the nervous tension of the moment was causing a fine sheen of sweat to glisten on each woman’s upper lip and between her breasts.
The atmosphere in the room laden with electricity, the younger, taller South African looked down scornfully at her American opponent, and a little smile of contempt curled her lips.
“Ready to get your old black ass kicked, bitch?” Charlize asked gazing steadily into the other woman’s eyes.
“No, I’m ready to have my old black ass kissed, slut!” Halle answered evenly staring right back at her foe. “And it looks like I just found myself a volunteer!” she added with a rather wolfish grin.
“Clever girl, huh? You know, where I’m from we have ways of dealin’ with smart-mouth bitches!” Charlize let out a low growl as she moved forward, bumping her chest against Halle’s and forcing the dark-skinned beauty to take a few steps back.
“Really?” Halle asked, quickly closing the distance between the two again and giving Charlize a retaliatory shove, causing the blonde to stagger. “What a coincidence! Where I’m from, we also have ways of dealing with bitches – be they smart-mouth or just plain blonde and dumb. And since we ARE where I’m from…”
The sentence remained unfinished, but the threat in the voice was unmistakable.
“What?” Charlize asked, appearing very much undaunted as she began moving slowly to her right – a move mirrored by Halle. “What are you plannin’ on doin’? Stand there and flap your lips? Talk me unconscious?”
“No.” Halle flashed her predatory grin again while the two slowly circled each other, both appearing unwilling to make the first move, each preferring to wait for her opponent to make a mistake, knowing fully well how high the stakes were. “Actually, I plan to beat you unconscious. And I will – no matter how much you cry and beg me for mercy!”
“Oh yeah? Well why don’t you try to do it, then?” Charlize said, and Halle kicked her in the stomach.
As the blonde groaned and bent forward, Halle snatched a handful of the South African’s golden locks with one hand and struck Charlize in the head with her free hand, one, two, three times. Screaming, Charlize tried to back off, but Halle hit her again, and then grabbed her hair with both hands, shaking her back and forth with angry snarls while kicking at her shins. The blonde squealed and tried to go for some hair pulling of her own, but Halle had gotten it right with her choice of hairstyle; Charlize just could not secure a good enough grip. Halle shook her head, making her opponent’s task even more difficult, and fired two quick slaps in Charlize’s face with her right hand while still holding on to the blonde’s hair with her left. She then again buried both hands in the South African’s golden tresses and dragged her around, making a full circle before letting go and sending a screeching Charlize crashing back first into the wall.
“Bitch!” Halle growled and went after her foe, arms swinging.
Charlize launched herself off the wall and drove her right knee into the other woman’s belly. Halle grunted and doubled up just in time to meet Charlize’s other knee with her face. Charlize threw a punch at her staggering foe, missed, and took Halle’s retaliatory blow full in the face. Springing forward, Halle tackled the taller woman to the floor and straddled her, hitting her with both hands. Groaning, Charlize kicked and bucked wildly, until she finally managed to throw her tormentor off. Halle was up in a flash and pounced on her rival again, but before she could pin the Charlize, the South African was able to pick up her legs and lock her in a body scissors.
Lying on her back, Charlize clamped down on Halle’s slim waist, not really looking to hurt her foe as much as trying to buy some time and regroup after the American beauty’s initial furious onslaught. Trapped between her rival’s long legs, Halle squirmed back and forth, cursing as she tried to get in some shots to Charlize’s head and ribs – an action which remained largely ineffectual, given the proximity between the two bodies.
Then, with a sudden heave, Charlize rolled Halle over, getting on top and straddling the dark-skinned woman. Grunting and snarling, Halle squirmed frantically, trying to unseat her rival, but was not able to do so immediately, and got a few hard shots to the face for her effort.
“You like that? Huh, bitch?” Charlize yelled, hitting with both hands.
Halle’s answer was to suddenly reach up with her right hand and slash at her rival’s beautiful face with her claws. Charlize screamed and flinched, nearly losing her balance. Now reaching with both hands, Halle grabbed Charlize’s hair with the right, while using her left thumb and forefinger to clamp down on the blonde’s left nipple.
“Get offa me, you cunt!” Halle snarled, yanking on Charlize’s hair sideways and pinching and twisting the South African’s erect nipple as hard as she could.
Unable to deal with her foe’s two-pronged attack, a loudly screeching Charlize toppled over to her left, allowing Halle to rise up on her knees. Still keeping her double grip on her squirming, screaming opponent, the American beauty now made an attempt to straddle the blonde, but Charlize kicked and twisted defiantly, finally managing to force her attacker off.
Both women quickly got to their feet and squared off, breathing heavily. They were both sweating profusely, but they seemed a lot calmer then they had been in the moments right before the action as they circled each other slowly. It was obvious that the pre-fight nerves had settled after the initial clash, and now that they had gotten a “feel” of one another, each woman seemed a lot more at ease, almost as if she was relishing the prospect of tangling with her foe again.
After a quick exchange of insults and taunts, it was Charlize that attacked first by lunging forward and reaching for her opponent. She was immediately met by a kick to her belly and was forced to step back with a groan. Undeterred, she moved forward again, only to stagger backwards after taking two swift pinches to her face.
“Whassamatter, bitch?” Halle asked smugly, smiling mockingly, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, legs slightly apart, fists held up at the ready. “I thought you wanted to fight! C’mon!” She wiggled her fingers at the other woman, beckoning her.
Snarling, the blonde again tried to close in and get a grip on her rival, and this time she not only staggered backwards, but actually fell right on her ass after walking into a straight right from Halle which caught her flush on the chin. Her shapely backside hit the floor with a thud, making her groan loudly, and she remained sitting down for a few moments, staring hatefully up at the dark-skinned beauty, feeling both mortified and furious.
Instead of going after her downed foe, Halle held back, looking perfectly calm and extremely focused as she waited for the blonde to get up.
Her normally angelic, peach-colored face now distorted with malice and flushed with embarrassment, Charlize got to her feet and charged again, hands reaching. Kicking her opponent high on the left thigh, Halle then rocked Charlize with two more blows to the head, sending the South African reeling, before flashing a derisive, give-it-up-bitch type of smile at her.
Everyone watching the fight on television (and there were quite a few of those) was having a hard time trying to figure out why it was progressing in this rather illogical fashion. Given the respective builds of the two adversaries, it stood to reason that it would be the taller Charlize, who would try to lead the fight from a distance, utilizing her superior reach to dictate the pace and terms, while Halle would be looking to get in close and take it down to the ground, where the blonde’s height advantage would be negated. Instead, against all reason, so far it had been the South African woman who had been searching for the in-fighting, while the shorter Halle had stuck to the long range attacks in an attempt to keep her foe at bay, and was so far successful, appearing to be in complete control early in the fight.
Still, it was clear that this could not continue forever. While accurate, Halle’s punches and kicks lacked the power to knock Charlize out, and even though they were proving a good enough temporary deterrent, they could not end the fight. Sooner or later, Charlize was going to get through her opponent’s defense and close in to grapple with Halle.
And it did not take very long for it to happen. After a few more abortive attempts, and at the expense of several more shots to the body and face, Charlize finally managed to get hold of Halle and tackle her to the floor, where the two began wrestling furiously, groaning and screaming as they rolled over each other, each trying to pin the other underneath.
“Fuckin’… bitch!” Charlize hissed as she finally succeeded in getting on top of Halle, hitting her in the face with both hands.
Halle screamed and squirmed violently, and eventually managed to throw her assailant off, pouncing on her and straddling her.
“Now I’ll show you, you little slut!” Halle yelled, unleashing a barrage of heavy slaps to the other woman’s face.
Groaning, Charlize tried to protect her face with her hands, but with very little effect: the dark-skinned siren continued to slap the living daylights out of her, snarling and growling wildly as she did so. Not satisfied with just to prospect of breaking the molecule bonds of her rival’s gorgeous face, Halle now snatched a handful of Charlize’s golden locks and started slamming the back of the South African’s head against the floor, screaming angrily.
Hurt and frightened, Charlize struggled frantically beneath her foe, but could not throw Halle off, and the American beauty continued her assault with unrelenting fury.
“You like that, bitch? Huh? You like it? Want some more?” Halle kept shouting as she banged the pinned woman’s head against the floor again and again.
Then suddenly, Charlize’s hands shot up and grasped Halle’s luscious, glistening breasts, which swung and jiggled above her face with each of the sepia beauty’s violent movements. Halle screeched and grabbed Charlize’s wrists in an attempt to push her hands away, but could not do it. The South African babe had a grip like steel and her slim but strong fingers continued to sink deeper and deeper into her rival’s vulnerable breasts, squeezing clawing and twisting the supple flesh.
Screaming at the top of her lungs, Halle twisted and squirmed, bouncing up and down on to of the other woman to make her let go. Charlize did not let go. Instead, she switched the grip of her right hand on her rival’s left breast, trapping Halle’s erect, chocolate-brown nipple between her thumb and the inside of the second joint of her forefinger and clamping down on the stiff nub as hard as she could. A series of shrill cries burst out of Halle’s mouth as she hammered away at Charlize’s head with both hands, her eyes wide and filled with agony. Groaning under the barrage of punches, the South African pulled and twisted Halle’s nipple even harder, stretching her breast to its very limits and at the same time clawing furiously at the other one, bringing forth howls of pain from the suffering Cleveland native. Then, a sudden heave upwards and a mighty yank sideways later, Halle toppled over onto her left side, giving Charlize the opportunity to get up.
As Halle was attempting to get to her feet, Charlize, having already made it up to her knees, threw herself upon the American, wrestling her down to the ground and trapping her in a headlock/body scissors combo.
“You give, bitch? Huh? You give?” The blonde growled, tightening her dual hold, while the sexy dark-skinned woman squirmed and groaned in her clutches.
“V-VUCK…YOUAHH!” Halle moaned, finding it increasingly difficult to breathe in the vice of the other woman’s encircling limbs.
Kicking and twisting, the American tugged and clawed at her captor’s wrists and forearms and hammered the blonde’s thigh and knee with one fist, but to no avail. Charlize let out a triumphant growl and tried to put even more pressure on her squirming, gasping victim. She was still focusing on doing this, when Halle’s sharp claws slashed at her face, narrowly missing the eyes. The blonde screamed and jerked back, both her grips loosening considerably. Seizing the opportunity, Halle writhed wildly and eventually managed to free herself, rolling away from her opponent.
Charlize rose up on her knees and threw herself after her foe with a snarl.
With near-lightning speed, Halle twisted onto her back and lashed out with both legs, snapping them around the blonde’s head. A quick powerful twist of the American woman’s lithe, strong body brought Charlize down onto her side. Quickly, the dark-skinned beauty snatched two handfuls of her rival’s hair, pulling the South African’s head further up between her thighs. Then she locked her ankles and began to squeeze.
Charlize’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as Halle’s powerful, shapely thighs clamped down on her head in a grip of steel. Groaning, her face almost crimson, mouth agape, the trapped blonde squirmed and twisted frantically, arms and legs flailing wildly.
“AAARGH! Let go of me, you bitch!” The tall blonde croaked, slapping and clawing at Halle’s glistening legs and trying to punch the American’s body.
Unperturbed by her rival’s efforts to free herself, Halle continued to pour on the pressure. Panting harshly, the Ohio native still held on to Charlize’s hair with one hand, and now used the other to slap the trapped South African’s face repeatedly, drawing loud wails of pain from the suffering blonde.
“Howzit feel, skank? Ready to give yet? Huh? Ready to beg me for mercy, you little bitch? Or do you want me to squash your empty little head?” Halle snarled, grinning savagely, knowing that she was in control and loving it. Determined to finish her foe right there, the sepia beauty slapped and squeezed, her powerful, well-muscled thighs pulsating, crushing, sending shockwaves of sheer agony through the blonde’s head.
“F-#### YOU, BIAAAAAAAARGH!” Charlize screeched, struggling wildly and ineffectually.
Realizing fully well that she could not take much more of this and needed to break loose quickly if she was to avoid a very crushing and very public defeat and the subsequent humiliation, the proud South African beauty writhed and twisted with all her might, punching and slapping and clawing at the toned brown thighs that held her captive. Halle just snarled and continued her assault, tightening her devastating head scissors as much as she could, while doubling the amount of slaps to her rival’s face, her small, slim hand becoming a blur as it struck the howling, squirming blonde’s face again and again.
Then, just as it looked like Charlize had no choice and would have to submit to her powerful opponent’s vicious and determined onslaught, desperation gave birth to inspiration for the blonde as she reached purposefully with her right hand. Her fingers easily found a way past the inadequate defense provided the skimpy, flimsy fabric which constituted the front of Halle’s bikini bottom and latched onto their vulnerable target.
“AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” As clear as Halle’s view on the matter was, she still found it necessary to reaffirm her position, to avoid any potential misunderstandings: “AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE! LEGGOOO, YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH! LEGGOOOO!” The sexy Ohio native bellowed, writhing in agony, both hands now hammering away at the other woman’s head, the scissors pretty much a thing of the past.
Finally free of her yoke of muscle and flesh, Charlize now tried to get on top of her rival, but although hurt, Halle still had enough presence of mind and athleticism to pick up her legs and kick the blonde in the chest, sending her crashing onto her back.
“Bitch!!” Halle yelled as she rose up and pounced on her downed opponent. She came up a little short. Just a little…
As Halle crashed heavily on top of Charlize, the American’s head just about level with the South African’s chest, the blonde instantly wrapped her long legs around her dark-skinned foe, trapping her in a body scissors. Groaning, Halle quickly drew her knees underneath her body and then pushed up with her legs, managing to get to her feet. Charlize kept on the scissors, though, her legs still wrapped tightly around the other woman’s midsection, ankles locked, as she now shot out a hand and gripped the back of Halle’s neck. As a result, when Halle stood up, Charlize’s almost entire body, save for her shoulders, was lifted of the floor and its weight fell/hung on the American’s upper body, causing Halle to bent over almost double while still on her feet.
Propping herself with both hands on the floor, legs spread wide, feet planted, Halle grunted and puffed as she strained in an attempt to straighten up and shake her opponent off. Charlize had other ideas, though, and now heaved and twisted mightily, again and again, ultimately succeeding in forcing Halle off balance and getting her down to the floor. Several screams and curses and a brief struggle later, Charlize had Halle lying face down, the American’s torso still wedged tightly between the blonde’s legs.
“Like a squeeze, do you, bitch!” Charlize panted through clenched teeth, while Halle squirmed and groaned between her legs, unable to extricate herself from the tight hold. “Fine with me! See now what it’s like to be squeezed by the best legs in Hollywood, you cunt!”
Gasping, Halle struggled with everything she had, writhing and heaving in attempts to escape her rival’s encircling legs which compressed her midsection with terrible force, threatening to crush her vitals. Placing her palms flat on the floor, she groaned and grunted with the strain as she tried to push up and somehow break the blonde’s hold. Charlize merely growled and hung on tenaciously, twisting and slamming Halle down, once again holding the sepia beauty face down on the floor.
“AAAAAHH! Bitch!” Halle moaned as the pressure put on her midsection by Charlize’s long, powerful legs seemed to grow by the second, making it increasingly difficult for her to breathe. Finding the situation unbearable, she now decided to borrow a leaf from her rival’s book and reached for Charlize’s crotch with her right hand. Instantly, both of Charlize’s hands shot out, grasping Halle’s wrist and twisting the black woman’s arm painfully. Halle screamed harshly and writhed like mad, her feet pounding the floor in tight cadence as she struggled to cope with the dual assault on her body.
Sensing victory, Charlize clamped down on her scissors and wrung her rival’s trapped arm with renewed vigor, expecting to hear Halle’s screams of submission any second. And screams she did indeed hear – her own screams. Not of submission, but of pain. Halle had used her other hand to reach the other way, paw briefly at locked ankles, then a bare foot, and then grab a toe and twist hard.
Screeching, the blonde jerked her foot free of her rival’s grasp, but in doing so she relinquished her scissors and Halle was now free. The two quickly scrambled to their feet and faced each other, breathing heavily. They were both drenched in sweat, extremely tired and more than a little discouraged. Each had found her opponent to be a lot stronger and tougher than she had originally thought, and deep down inside, each woman was secretly wishing she had never entered this fight. At the same time each new that this did not matter. There was no turning back now, no way out of it. They were both in this fight and had to go through with it – all the way to the bitter end. There simply was too much hatred between the two, and with practically the entire world watching, the stakes were just too high for either actress to quit. It had to be settled tonight. One way or the other. And on some level, both Charlize and Halle wanted it to be like that. Both Oscar winners’ pride and confidence were enormous, backed by a seemingly endless streak of successes in life. Each of them needed to know who the better woman was, for they both realized there could be only one…
And it was obvious that they would not have to wait very long to find out. The fight was clearly entering its final phase. Both adversaries were tired and hurt by the lengthy brutal battle, and everybody – Charlize and Halle included – knew that the next couple of minutes would prove decisive for the outcome. For one woman, they would prove fatal. Each was more hoping than believing that it would not be her.
They circled each other cautiously for a while, with Charlize making the occasional attempt to close in and grapple with her foe, but being kept at bay by Halle’s adroit handwork and footwork, receiving punch after punch from the bobbing, weaving dark-skinned woman, who was proving to be remarkably adept at fighting from a distance. It was a repeat scene from the beginning of the fight, only much shorter-lived. Halle was really tired and her punches lacked the power to successfully ward off Charlize’s constant attacks for very long. Within few seconds, the blonde managed to get through her rival’s defense and tackle the American woman to the floor.
“Bitch!” The South African panted as she tried to straddle her opponent and pin her to the floor.
Grabbing a handful of the other woman’s hair and clawing at her face at the same time, Halle succeeded in forcing Charlize off and pounced on her. The two wrestled furiously for a while, groaning and grunting, as they rolled over each other in a heap of sweaty flesh. Moments of vicious clawing and biting later, they separated and rose up on their knees at the same time – Halle right behind Charlize. Snaking her glistening arms around the blonde’s neck, the dark-skinned woman now fell backwards, dragging her foe on top of her and at the same time wrapping her legs around the South African’s waist, going for a lethal choke hold/body scissors combo, which had secured her many a victory in the past. Before Halle could fully sink in the choke, though, Charlize reacted quickly and jerked her head backwards, striking the American in the face and teaching her a painful lesson about the value of proper positioning of all body parts when executing a move, as well as that of speed.
As the back of Charlize’s head impacted against Halle’s face, the black woman yelped in pain and her grip on her opponent loosened somewhat, which proved enough for Charlize to break free and heave herself up on her knees. With Halle lying on her back, Charlize now threw herself backwards her firm, shapely ass landing right on the sepia-beauty’s chest with a loud “SPALT!”, the South African babe’s well-rounded, golden-tanned buttocks flattening her American rival’s full brown breasts.
Halle’s loud “UNNGH!” was followed by a lower “MMMMPH!” only a second later – the time needed by Charlize to slide backwards and plant her supple ass on the pinned woman’s face in a classic reverse facesit.
“How do you like that, bitch?” Charlize panted out while Halle twisted and kicked beneath her, unable to breathe. There was an expression of malicious glee on the South African’s beautiful face as she grasped Halle’s wrists, trapping the squirming Ohio native even more securely.
Desperate for air, Halle kicked and bucked wildly, emitting low, muffled sounds, which were drowned by Charlize’s throaty, nasty laugh as the blonde wriggled her hips a bit, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her rival’s hot face underneath her.
Just as Charlize laughed again, her eyes glittering excitedly, Halle’s right leg sliced the air. Even though she was facing in the direction from which the kick came, Charlize never saw it coming and took it right on the top of the head. Screaming in surprise and pain, the blonde instinctively jerked backwards, giving her opponent the chance to bridge up and escape.
Climbing to their feet, the women squared off again. Determined to keep her momentum up, Charlize attacked instantly, rocking Halle with two hard blows to the head. The American was then kicked in the belly and backed off with a groan as Charlize – finally having found her range – came at her again and punched her in the face. Staggering, Halle still managed to respond with a backhanded blow, which hurt the blonde and forced her to step back. Halle’s respite was brief, though, as Charlize came in again with a punch straight to Halle’s left breast. The American squealed as her breast absorbed the blow, flattening against her chest and then quivering violently before finally getting back in its original shape. Both hurt and enraged, Halle snarled and sprang forward, barreling into her rival and taking her down. They rolled around, screaming and cursing and slapping and clawing as they fought for the dominant position with everything they had. Moments later, they broke apart and got to their feet again, and as they did so, there was real concern in one woman’s eyes – for the firs time since the beginning of the fight.
Halle was seriously worried. The prolonged furious fighting had really taken a toll on her. She was dead-tired, and the facesit she had been subjected to moments ago had definitely not helped things any; she was really struggling for breath. Looking at her opponent, she could tell that the blonde was in better condition. Yes, Charlize was tired as well, and was breathing heavily and sweating profusely, but otherwise she seemed almost unaffected by the fight. Her body was erect, and there was a cold, purposeful gleam in her eye as she slowly circled Halle, moving with the same effortless dancer’s grace that she had moved with even before the battle had begun.
Still, tired as she was, Halle was not even thinking of quitting. She was a real fighter and had often won fights where the odds had been stacked against her. The fact that her opponent was bigger and younger than her did not scare her. It was to be taken into consideration, but it was no cause for panic. She had beaten women bigger and younger than her before, and she was sure she could do it again. Her fierce pride flaring, the sexy Ohio native was grimly determined not to allow her South African foe to defeat her – especially not on live television. “I’ll be Goddam’ if I’ll let some lil’ white girl get the better of me in front of the whole world!” the dark-skinned beauty said to herself, “I’ll beat your lily ass yet, bitch!” she stared hard at her opponent, her beautiful, sensuous face a picture of concentration and determination.
Then, Charlize attacked.
Screaming furiously, the tall, golden-haired Amazon charged forward, long arms and legs swinging. Halle threw an ill-timed blow, came up short, and got nailed in the face. Groaning, she staggered back, followed closely by Charlize, who now pounded Halle’s flat belly with both fists, drawing more groans from the Cleveland beauty, who was now against the wall and bent nearly double.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” Charlize shouted, straightening Halle up with a knee to the face.
“AAAAIIIIIIIEE!!” The black woman screeched, writhing and squirming as the tall blonde’s talons now sank deep into her naked breasts, mauling the full, firm orbs savagely.
Still screaming, Halle grabbed Charlize’s wrists and tried to detach the clawing hands from her breasts. Failing to do so, she drove a knee into the South African’s stomach. Charlize grunted and doubled over, losing her grip on her opponent’s mammaries. Halle instantly snatched two handfuls of golden locks and shook Charlize’s head back and forth, snarling angrily. Groaning, Charlize threw a wild punch, her fist smacking hard into Halle’s left breast, causing it to bounce and jiggle. Another blow – this time low in Halle’s undulating belly – made the American moan and let go of Charlize’s hair. Charlize quickly grabbed the other woman by the neck and spun her around, at the same time tripping her and sending her crashing to the ground. Then she pounced.
Groans, curses, and screams of both fury and effort rent the air as the two wildcats, tore into each other, rolling back and forth across the floor, the loud smacks of fists and palms striking naked flesh reverberating literally around the world, broadcast live and loud. In an all out war for supremacy, the two beautiful, sexy, fit female warriors wrestled, struck, clawed and bit each other mercilessly, each doing whatever she could to overcome her hated rival and emerge victorious.
But even amidst all the mayhem, it did not take very long for one thing to become increasingly evident: Halle was losing. Taxed beyond her limits, the sexy black woman was tiring, and she was weakening. Charlize was beginning to take control, snarling and growling fiercely as she rode her opponent hard, pounding the bucking, screaming American beauty all over.
Halle was really desperate now. On the receiving end of a real hiding, she was screeching like a banshee all the time, the panic quite evident in her eyes in the brief moments she was not squeezing them shut or covering her face with her hands in attempts to protect it from the blonde’s furious assault. She was not quitting yet, but she was coming to realize that her time was beginning to run out… if it had not run out already. She had been unable to finish her foe off quickly as she had thought she would when she had so eagerly accepted the challenge of going up one on one with her South African rival, and now it seemed that she would have to pay the price as age was finally beginning to catch up. As much as she took care of herself and as active a life she was trying to lead, forty-one years were forty-one years, there was no way around that. She had always kept in great shape, and still was, doing everything she could to keep her body in fighting-fit condition, but apparently so did Charlize, and the blonde was thirty two – nine years younger, and bigger and heavier to boot. Throughout her Showbiz career, from her beauty pageant days to her moments at the top of the Hollywood mountain (Hollywood Hills, if you will) Halle had encountered many a tough opponent, and had triumphed on most occasions, but she knew that the strong, determined, younger she-cat that she was facing today was one of the toughest she had come up against. And she also knew that for all her determination, all her skills, experience, and physical and mental strength, it was going to take the most substantial slice of luck she had ever had in her life if she was to conquer the tall blonde.
It appeared to be a forlorn hope. As hard as the proud Ohio native kept fighting, digging into her last reserves of physical and mental strength, straining her toned, sexy body beyond its limits, doing all she could to somehow throw her opponent off and earn herself some breathing space, she seemed doomed. The younger, fitter South African beauty just kept on coming, and was all over the smaller woman, pounding and squeezing and choking the stuffing out of her, hurting her, overwhelming her...
Now a panting, cursing Charlize got to her feet and began kicking and stomping Halle all over, screaming angrily. Dazed by the heavy blows, Halle instinctively curled up in a fetal position, trying to protect her most vulnerable parts with her hands not really knowing much about what was going on, save for one thing: the bitch was slaughtering her!
With no coherent thought going through her head, led only by the desire to get away from the source of the punishment she was receiving, Halle now pushed herself up on her hands and knee and began crawling slowly along the floor.
“Yeah, that’s right, crawl, bitch! On your hands and knees where you belong!!” Charlize yelled, landing a hard kick flush on Halle’s well-shaped backside. Then, adding more insult to an already substantial injury, the blonde bent down, grasping the back of Halle’s bikini bottom and ripping it off her body, leaving her completely naked. Before Halle had even realized what was going on, Charlize was already right beside her, swinging her right leg, hard. The upper part of the blonde’s foot smacked into a luscious, vulnerably dangling breast, flattening it against the ribs and causing Halle to scream and collapse to the floor, where she rolled over onto her back and lay moaning and clutching at her breast.
Running her fingers through her sweat-soaked hair and smoothing it back, the tall blonde stood over her downed foe, exuding arrogance and malice.
“Get up, bitch, I’m not done with you yet!” Charlize growled as she stooped down, gripping Halle around her neck and jaw and hauling her up on her knees.
The blow was as unexpected as it was logical. It struck Charlize right between her slightly parted legs and the South African screamed and covered her crotch with both hands. Not hesitating for a second, Halle delivered a second punch to the very same place, striking the back of one of Charlize’s hands and sending a fresh jolt of agony through the blonde’s most delicate area. With the bellow of a wounded lioness, Charlize staggered, clutching her womanhood. She made a few small steps backwards before an aftershock ripped through her center and she dropped down to her knees, her face contorted in pain.
Halle instantly saw her opportunity and was quick to take it, the recognition of her chance to finish her foe right there flooding her body with adrenaline, giving her extra strength. Like a sleek black panther, the sexy Ohio native leapt upon her foe, wrestling the hurt blonde to the ground. Not knowing whether she had the strength to keep her younger rival pinned down, and not caring to find out, Halle quickly slammed her full, naked breasts down on Charlize’s face and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s head, trapping it securely in place.
Her face plunged in her American foe’s deep cleavage, Charlize found herself unable to breathe and in dire straits. She immediately started to bridge up and twist in attempts to break free from the black woman’s suffocating embrace, but to no avail. Panting harshly, her sweat-drenched torso rapidly expanding and contracting each time she inhaled and exhaled, Halle tightened her arms around Charlize’s head even further, as if trying to crush it. Weathering her rival’s violent struggles, the smaller woman picked her moment to perfection and suddenly heaved to one side, rolling over onto her back and dragging the blonde on top of her. In an instant, Halle wrapped her powerful legs around Charlize’s waist, further ensnaring the wildly writhing South African, and then completed her roll, getting back on top of her foe, her dominant position solidified.
Charlize’s situation was really desperate now, and the blonde was absolutely shell-shocked by the unexpected turn of events. Less than twenty seconds ago, she had been in complete control of the fight and only moments away from tasting victory. Now all of a sudden she was flat on her back, badly hurt, unable to breathe and in serious danger of being smothered into the most humiliating defeat of her life with maybe billions watching. The realization struck terror in the proud South African beauty’s heart and she fought like mad to escape her rival’s fleshy trap, bucking and thrashing, her long legs kicking, her fists smacking and thudding into Halle’s naked torso.
All in vain. No matter how much Charlize struggled beneath her, Halle clung on to her like a boa constrictor to its prey, depriving the writhing, twisting South African of the oxygen so desperately needed in the heat of the battle. Lying on top, weighing her foe down and letting her breasts do all the work, the sexy Ohio native now felt in total control, and, as she continued to smother the blonde, she suddenly began to laugh breathlessly. She was winning! She was sure of it; she could feel Charlize’s struggles weakening as the younger woman quickly faded from lack of air, and she knew it would not be long now.
“I gotcha, bitch… I gotcha good!” The black woman muttered, a look of wild triumph in her eyes as she savored her trapped rival’s ineffectual and ever weakening struggles, and continued to dominate.
Sinews straining, muscles rippling, Halle’s sepia-hued, toned, glistening body was like plastered onto Charlize’s wildly writhing, lithe, golden-tanned frame, steely, well-muscled brown thighs scissoring and crushing slim waist, while firm, luscious brown breasts, slick with sweat, wriggled and undulated all over a creamy complexion, obscuring, sealing off, smothering.
Physically overwhelmed and in a state of total panic, Charlize desperately sought a way out. She knew fully well that she only had moments to do something before she was smothered into defeat, and she fought with all her remaining might, which, unfortunately for her, was not all that much at this point. Her hands clawed furiously down Halle’s tapering back, ultimately attacking the dark-skinned woman’s round, firm ass, her slim fingers slapping and grabbing the two taut, glistening globes, squeezing and clawing the supple flesh, her sharp, manicured fingernails digging in deep.
Halle mewled in discomfort and protest, but did not relinquish her hold and continued to smother her rival, practically tasting victory now. Then, she screamed. And again. And again. Writhing on top of her opponent, her face contorted in agony, the Ohio native kept on screaming, her screams getting progressively louder and longer. In a last ditch attempt at gaining her freedom, Charlize had used both hands to tear at her captor’s exposed sex from behind, ripping and tearing at it with desperation-enhanced strength and ferocity to match. With victory being so close, Halle tried to ride it out, fighting the pain, knowing that she had only seconds to go before her victim/tormentor was rendered unconscious. In the end though, the agony of those sharp claws mangling one of the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of her body in such a brutal fashion proved too much for the dark-skinned beauty. After one absolutely agonizing burst of searing pain which made her think (erroneously) that she had been split in half at least up to her neck, Halle let out a piercing shriek and her body arched backwards convulsively – not much, but just enough to allow Charlize a gulp of air and an inch of space. Which proved to be all the blonde needed.
Baring her white, even teeth, Charlize sank them in Halle’s left breast and chomped down hard, while still attempting in earnest to rip Halle’s womanhood to pieces – and making good progress, if the Ohio native’s ear-splitting screeches were anything to go by. It was more than Halle could stand.
Screaming, the smaller woman jerked violently backwards, and then rolled away from her opponent.
Mouth agape, her face almost purple, Charlize climbed unsteadily to her feet. She swayed back and forth for a moment, staring ahead of her with unseeing eyes, then she reeled, hit the nearest wall back first and slid down along it, ending up sitting on the floor in a sweaty heap, gasping and gagging.
It took a little while, but the blonde eventually managed to bring her breathing at least partially under control and stand up. Some ten feet away, Halle was curled up on her side on the floor, moaning and holding her groin with both hands. Still, this did not prevent her from getting a good look at her rival coming at her, and what she saw in Charlize’s eyes, sent chills down the Cleveland babe’s spine.
An icy hand gripping her innards, Halle desperately tried to get up, but only made it to her knees before Charlize reached her.
“YOU BITCH!” The tall blonde screamed furiously, kicking the American in the head and sending her down.
As Halle lay moaning and holding her face, Charlize stomped on her right breast, and then kicked her in the ribs, twice. Grabbing the smaller woman by the neck, Charlize hauled her up, this time wisely standing behind her. Halle threw a rather hopeful elbow back and achieved nothing. Charlize spun her opponent around and unleashed a barrage of shots to her chest, pounding her large brown breasts like two punching bags. Groaning under the assault, Halle backpedaled, desperately trying to answer with some punches of her own, but she was too exhausted and her blows, if they could be called that at all, were as weak as they were inaccurate.
“Fuckin’ cunt!” Charlize panted, slamming two hard punches into her foe’s left breast, rocking the shapely orb, causing it to bounce all over Halle’s chest.
As Halle groaned and staggered, Charlize followed her, long arms swinging powerfully, small hard fists snapping Halle’s head back and forth in a succession of clean shots. The American woman reeled, hit the wall, bounced, and just stood there on wobbly legs, arms dangling limply at her sides. Screaming in anger, Charlize launched a mighty kick, her heel slamming into Halle’s right breast and flattening it against the chest, driving the stiff, chocolate-brown nipple deep into the tender, supple flesh. Halle groaned, and crashed into the wall again.
“No!” The dazed, hurt sepia beauty whispered, an almost pleading look coming into her eyes as she saw the enraged golden-haired Amazon coming at her again.
Charlize was not concerned in the slightest about what Halle said or did. The prolonged breast-smother she had been subjected to moments ago had been one of the worst, most humiliating and terrifying experiences of her life, and now, feeling frightened, embarrassed and furious at the same time, the tall blonde had only one thing on her mind: to punish the one – or the ones – responsible.
Reaching with both hands, Charlize grasped her rival’s breasts and sank her claws in, disregarding Halle’s shrieks of agony. Mauling the American’s firm, full tits, the blonde pulled mightily towards her and not so much struck Halle with her knee as she impaled her on it, its point sinking deep into the Ohio native’s flat belly. Gagging, Halle bent nearly double before dropping to her knees. Once again in complete control, Charlize now simply overpowered the smaller woman, forcing her down on her back.
As Charlize went to straddle her opponent, Halle suddenly shot out both hands, grabbed a bunch of golden locks and literally dragged the blonde down on top of her. Drawing on her last reserves of strength, the dark-skinned beauty heaved mightily, rolling Charlize over and getting on top of her. Then she snapped her head forward and sank her gleaming white teeth into the side of the blonde’s neck, snarling savagely and shaking her head from side to side.
Charlize’s whole body jerked convulsively and her screech of agony probably hurt Halle more than the blonde’s hammering and clawing at her torso. Releasing her bite, Halle rose up on her knees, drove a fist low in Charlize’s belly and tried to mount the South African actress, only to best the latter’s last, record-setting scream in both volume and length when Charlize reached with lightning speed and sank in a brutal crotch claw with her left hand. Still shrieking, Halle grabbed Charlize’s wrist with both hands and tried to push the South African’s hand away. She managed to do it, thus clearing the way for Charlize’s right fist which slammed straight into Halle’s neatly shaved, glistening mound with a deafening “SMACK!”. Too exhausted and too badly hurt to even scream, Halle just gave one tired, trembling sigh and slumped forward, her overtaxed body going completely limp for a moment from sensory overload.
Rolling the other woman over, Charlize sat astride Halle’s belly, holding the side of her neck and looking fit to kill. Her lips drawn of her teeth in a grimace of hatred and anger, the sexy blonde stared a hole through Halle’s face as she slammed several punches hard into the black woman’s bountiful breasts, before grasping both of them in an unyielding grip. Halle screamed and squirmed, but Charlize paid no attention to that and began to tug upwards, stretching Halle’s breasts way beyond where they were supposed to be. Shrieking at the top of her lungs, Halle grabbed Charlize’s wrists to relieve some of the tension in her already battered, sore breasts, but this did not help her much. Charlize continued to pull and now started to twist as well, wringing the American’s proud tits with all her might, mangling the pliant flesh with her delicate hands, yanking it violently in all directions.
Screaming hoarsely, Halle was nearing the end of her rope and she knew it. She realized fully well that unless she did something, she was going to be defeated and humiliated in front of the world by the woman whom she hated more than anyone alive, and she struggled wildly, going literary berserk with fury and fear. She bucked; she heaved; she kicked; she twisted; she squirmed; she thrashed around, pulling Charlize’s hair and punching slapping and clawing the blonde’s arms, shoulders, chest, and face, screeching like a madwoman all the time.
Charlize just squeezed. She was no longer pulling or twisting her rival’s breasts, but was merely digging her slim fingers into them. An empty, far away look in her eyes, the tall, sexy blonde seemed to be almost in a trans as she ignored all of the sepia beauty’s struggling, all her thrashing, kicking, slapping, punching, clawing, and eye gouging… She just squeezed, harder and harder, sinking her sharp fingernails deeper and deeper into the tender flesh, eventually penetrating the delicate skin and just continuing from there, squeezing and squeezing, until Halle could take no more and her screams of submission and pleas for mercy, picked up by the sensitive microphones, were streaming from just about every operational television set on the planet.
But even with the fight clearly over, Charlize still did not relent. She knew she had won, but she wanted to make her triumph complete, and really rub it in, so she just continued to maul her defeated opponent’s demolished rack, forcing more and louder pleas from the hopelessly trapped, suffering Ohio native.
“WHO’S THE BETTER ACTRESS, BITCH? HHU? WHO’S THE BETTER WOMAN?” The blonde kept yelling, pulverizing the dark-skinned babe’s breasts.
“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! YOU ARE!” Halle screamed frantically, too hurt, weakened and demoralized to offer any resistance any more. “YOU WIN! YOU WIN! ANYTHIN’ YOU SAY, JUST PLEASE LEGGO OF MY TITS! OH GOD, CHARLIIIIIIZE, PLEEEEASE!”
“That’s Miss Theron to you, slut!” The golden-haired Amazon growled, still squeezing, albeit not as hard. “Got that, you loser?”
“Yes.” The beaten woman mumbled.
“Yes what, bitch?” Charlize gave her rival’s nipples a hard twist.
“Yes, Miss Theron.” Halle said, swallowing tears and pride in big gulps. She knew she had no choice. She knew she had been beaten. She had fought with everything she had had, but she had still come up short against the younger, bigger woman. Now she had nothing left – neither physically, nor mentally. All the fight had been crushed out of her, and as humiliating as it was, she was now ready to say or do anything to avoid any more pain – regardless of who, or how many were watching. Pain was something she simply could not handle any more of.
Charlize got up and stood looking down at her opponent, struggling with the desire to jump around and whoop with joy – something she knew she did not have the energy for. She had done it! She had finally beaten her hated rival and proven to the world that she is a better woman than Halle Berry. Not even when she had won her Oscar had she experienced such a thrill; such a feeling of complete triumph.
Thinking of Oscars now made Charlize to suddenly remember what had started this fight in the first place. She walked to one corner of the room, where her Oscar had been placed prior to the fight and retrieved it. Then she went to the opposite corner and picked up Halle’s Academy Award as well. Halle was far too busy feeling sorry for herself (and rightly so) to notice what the other woman was doing. She just lay in the middle of the room with her eyes closed, lost in a sea of misery.
Nearly giddy with excitement, not thinking very much and not caring to do so, Charlize suddenly decided to make the most of her hard-earned opportunity, and stood over her defeated foe, looking directly into one of the cameras, waiting and hoping that whichever idiot was directing would eventually think of getting a close-up. If not – oh well…
“Thank you!” The gorgeous blonde said finally, smiling radiantly, clutching the two golden statuettes close to her chest as she went on her little “acceptance speech”. “Thank you so much! I can’t tell you how much all of this means to me! And I wanna thank everybody for it: My family, my friends, my fans…” Had she not been holding the Oscars, she would have blown a kiss at the camera at this point. “And above all, I want to thank ME for kickin’ this bitch’s sorry ass,” nodding in Halle’s direction, Charlize laughed briefly, “and showing her – and all of you – the difference between a true Hollywood Star and some pathetic, old has-been! Thank you!!”
Fatigue finally beginning to set in, Charlize now realized her acute need to get home, soak in a hot tub and rest. She started to walk away.
Badly beaten, her mind numb with shock, pain and humiliation, Halle saw Charlize move, saw what was in her hands, and slowly realized that the bitch was taking away one of her most prized possessions – if not THE most prized. And there was nothing she could do about it! She was too exhausted and in too much pain; no matter how much she tried, she simply could not get up. All she had the strength for was to stretch a shaking hand towards her precious golden statuette and issue forth a feeble mewling sound, her eyes filled with tears.
Charlize both saw and heard this and smiled nastily, walking back to stand over Halle.
“Want this, bitch? Huh?” The tall blonde purred, waving Halle’s Oscar above the defeated sepia beauty. “Well, you can’t have it; it’s mine now! That was the deal, remember? These things only belong to winners; losers can’t have them!”
“And in case there’s still someone that hasn’t seen the difference…”
Charlize now played to the cameras again, placing one foot on Halle’s chest, right between the full, shapely breasts, and raising her arms, each hand clutching an Oscar. She held the pose for several seconds, chest heaving, body erect, head held high, eyes sparkling, an expression of sheer arrogance on her beautiful face, her lips curled in a triumphant little smile.
“Get the point?” She asked finally, looking down at Halle, her foot still on the chest of the defeated woman, who could do nothing about it. “If you want this back, you’re gonna have to take it back!” She dangled the Oscar above her rival and laughed maliciously. “But we both know that’s never gonna happen, don’t we? And so does everybody else! So take a good, long look, bitch!” Both statuettes were displayed to Halle, just out of her reach (as she found out when she tried in vain to grab one). “It’s the last time you’ll ever see one of these this close!”
With this final jibe, a victorious Charlize Theron walked out of the room, laughing. Moments later, millions of television screens around the world faded out showing the supine form of a beaten, broken Halle Berry and leaving the still stunned, breathless viewers wondering whether the once mighty dark-skinned beauty had faded from the screen for good…