This was the part for her. Sarah Michelle Gellar knew that for sure, after all the low budget movies she had made since finishing up with her TV series Buffy The Vampire Slayer this was going to be her big break. It would be Oscar material, she knew that and would catapult her into the big earners league for Hollywood actresses. It would be the defining and turning point in her career, no more kids stuff, this would solidify her as an established mega star for many years. Just as Gone with the Wind had made Vivien Leigh so would this film make her. She just had to get the role, just had to.

The Director had liked her for the part too, she knew that, she could see his eyes glisten intensely as she read for the part and knew that he wanted her for the role, and now this renowned, world famous director had asked her to come to his home. Surely this could only be for some small detail before offering her the part.

She drove up to the security gates of the Director's huge mansion and had to pass through his rigorous security guards but that was hardly an inconvenience when weighed against what this would do for her career. She parked her Italian sports car in the expansive gravel drive that circled around the massive house and stepped out. Almost running up the stairs so excited as she was. The butler greeted her and showed her into a side room and it was here that she found out that not everything was as straight forward as it appeared. Because also sitting in the waiting room was her fellow actress Jennifer Love Hewitt. Both young actresses did a comic double take when they saw the other and it was obvious they were both thinking 'What are you doing here?". It didn't take a smart cookie like Sarah long to figure out that the other must also be up for the part but for a dumb, airhead bimbo like Jennifer it was probably a whole lot more difficult.

They had little time to say much to each other except a distant 'hello' and 'how are you doing??' when the Director emerged from his inner sanctum beaming like a kid with a new toy.

The Director was world famous, in his sixties with a grey beard and piercing blue eyes. A renowned master of his craft it was every actor and actress's dream to be attached to one of his projects.
The room the Director ushered the two nubile young actresses' spoke of great riches and opulence. It almost teased the two of them with the trappings that great fame and fortune and being truly world class could bring them. It teased them with a taste of the really high life, which was exactly the effect he wanted it to have on them. In very short order he informed the both of them that they were indeed both up for the leading lady part in his new blockbuster movie and that he was undecided which to cast. They both nodded and tried to capture his gaze with their own. He lit a fat cigar and took a big tug on it as he explained how he wanted to make the decision, as he spoke their jaws fell progressively more open.

"Ladies, you are both eminently suitable for the project, really I can imagine either of you pulling off the role off with aplomb. However, the fact remains there is room for only one of you. So how am I to decide? The role calls for a brunette, but Sarah I've seen you dye your hair and I know you won't have a problem doing that again."

She nodded eagerly.

"This is rather delicate, I don't really know how to put it to you so I'm just going to come right out with it. But I warn you I am an extremely powerful man in this industry, you know that, I don't need to remind you, but I am never the less. I promise you that if one or either of you breathes a word of what I say right now I will make sure that neither of you work in this industry again, I will make it my life's mission that your career will be finished. You understand?"

They didn't but still nodded their confused heads as they tried to figure out where he was going with this.

"Good. It's simple really; you both want the role so I am proposing you fight each other for the role. Physically fight."

He paused a moment, letting that bombshell settle in their minds. Both looked confused and bewildered but neither had made any sort of a move to protest or get up so he continued on.

"It would be private; I would be the only other person present. I have a room converted for just this purpose in the cellar of my house, there is a specially constructed cage in it and I would expect the fight to take place there. Whoever could make the other submit and give up would be awarded the part. You would not be he first or the biggest names to partake in this. So there is my proposal, if one of you agrees and the other declines then the they will get the part, if both of you decline then I will offer the part to Neve Campbell. Again, let me remind you that it is entirely confidential and whether you agree to do this or not if this is in any way leaked out to anyone, and I mean anyone. I will ruin your careers. So ladies, any questions?"

There followed an uncomfortable silence which lasted minutes as the Director took another big puff on his cigar and scanned their troubled faces. Both Sarah and Jennifer started to say something but broke off as they thought better of it, then lapsed into deep thought again. It was finally Sarah that managed to compose herself to speak to the Director.

"Let me get this straight, and excuse me because this is a new one on me, you want me to fight Jennifer for this part! I mean what kind of fight are you talking about? Pro wrestling? Boxing? A mudfight? What? Are you sick or something?"

The Director leaned forward and rubbed his beard and chuckled at her feistiness, especially compared to the way Jennifer just sat there trying to figure it all out, leaning forward to show more of her incredible cleavage hoping that would help her case.

"Yes, my dear you could say I was sick, if that's how you want to look at it. I've always had a fetish for two sexy women fighting and make no apologies for that. And to answer your first question, the two of you would be locked in the cage and you could fight in whatever manner you liked, no rules only submission ending it. But that is up to the two of you, I am not forcing either of you to do this. If you want the part then you will agree, if not then you are free to refuse and so long as you never mention the offer I will bear you no ill will. I'll tell you what, don't decide just now, either of you, go away and return here in exactly a fortnight, you can give me your answer then. If you agree to do it then you can do battle then. It will also allow the pair of you to prepare and sort out your strategies for the fight if you agree. Now ladies I am afraid I must go, I have to arrange the leading man's part also you know. My butler will show you out. Thank you both for your time."

Both Jennifer and Sarah left together walking in a stunned silence down the stone steps, when they reached their respective sports cars they suddenly burst into a rapid fire conversation.

"Well what the hell did you make of that Jen? Can you belief that old pervert?"

"So what? Are you saying you're not doing it then?"

"I didn't say that Jennifer, did I? But we're friends you know I don't want to hurt you so maybe you should just tell him now that you don't want to fight!"

"What! What makes you so sure you'd win Sarah? I might kick your skinny butt you know!"

Sarah laughed almost dismissively until she looked up at Jennifer's dark eyes and saw that she was deadly serious.

"Listen Jen, I like you, I don't want to kick you're ass but I want this part, it's mine and I'm going to get it. You must have seen me on Buffy, I'd kick you're ass easily!"

Jennifer's beautiful face turned to a look of cold hatred as Sarah confidently said this and she bared her teeth and opened her car door.

"Yeah, well we'll see about that bitch, I'm going to get this part and if it means teaching you a lesson blondie then fine. You always were up yourself. It'll do you good to get a dose of reality!"

Jennifer slammed the door shut after her and sped away across the gravel drive.

Sarah shook her head at her old friends pig headed stubbornness. Still, she thought, it would make it easier to beat her in the fight because there was no way she was passing up this opportunity, no way. She took a glance up at the big house and was not surprised to see the Director at the window, having watched their argument, a big smile on his face as he finished off his Cuban cigar. She made a sour face at him and got in her own car, already planning on her training and fighting strategy.

Both girls were in pretty good shape anyway, they both worked out and kept their figures really fit. Ok Jennifer was little heavier (mostly her bountiful tits!) but other than that they were pretty well matched. Yes, Sarah had some experience with martial arts training on her TV show but in reality it was very choreographed and she had had a stunt double for a lot of the work so that was no huge advantage for her. Neither mentioned the offer to anyone, not even their agents, and it wasn't until the day before they were scheduled to return to the Director's house that Sarah decided to call Jennifer and speak to her about the fight.

"Jen are you sure you want to do this? You might get hurt?"

"You're so sure of yourself aren't you Sarah, so fucking sure. What's to say that it's not you that gets hurt, eh? I'm not some simpering weakling you know, I can take care of myself all right."

"OK.OK. You're sure, fine, can we at least agree not to go after each others faces then. I've got some modelling coming up and don't want any damage, I bet you do too."

"Um, yeah. Yeah, you're right, sure, nothing to the face. Sounds good to me. But I'm still going to beat you, just you wait and see!"

It was to be an agreement both would easily forget once inside the cage for real.

"See you tomorrow Jennifer. You can tell me that when I've beaten you."

*

They both did indeed turn up at the mansion on the day and to the Directors intense pleasure they were both still as determined to win the role and neither was willing to back out of the fight. Which allowed him to add his own little stipulation that may have made them think twice over the intervening weeks if they had been aware of it.

"Good, well I'll lead you down to the room now and you can see the cage before you get in it. By the way, you will have to fight in your underwear and before you make your opponent submit you will also have to have strip off her underwear. Understand?"

"Now hold on a minute.." started Sarah.

But she was trumped by Jennifer as she said "not a problem" just as Sarah complained about it. She obviously just did it to annoy and show Sarah up and it worked a treat. In fact the Director gave a little bow to Jennifer and led her out of the door by her hand as Sarah followed on fuming.

He led the two of them into the bowels of the building and it opened into a massive cellar. At the centre of the cellar was a huge, demonic, steel structure. It was about forty foot long and twenty foot wide. The cage was made out of solid steel bars with a covering on the inside of them of a chicken wire mesh. There were no ropes at all and the floor consisted of a thin, hard gymnastic mat. For a few moments both girls stood in awe of the roofed structure and it really started to sink in what the Director was asking them to do.

The next few minutes were totally surreal to both girls. The Director once again explained the rules and the stakes, such as they were and wasted no time in telling the two actresses to get undressed and step inside his own, personal arena of bloody battle. Sarah had taken a lycra suit that she had intended to change into and found it hugely disconcerting that, rather than that she was going to have to fight in her scanty red, lacy, panties. She felt so self conscious taking off her clothes until she stood before the Director ready. Jennifer meantime, had also undressed to reveal that she was wearing a matching black bra, panties and sheer stockings. As she made to roll them off the Director stopped her.

"No Jennifer, leave them on. Fight with them."

Sarah looked angrily at them, knowing that this would make it harder for her to win because it was another two items that she would have to remove. But looking at the Director's face she could tell that it would be pointless to register a complaint. She followed Jennifer into the cage and watched as the Director came to its door and slammed it shut before wrapping a chain and padlock through the bars and locking it.

"Now lets see who wants the part the most," shouted a visibly excited Director, "Begin!"

Sarah looked directly into Jennifer's eyes, trying to see if the dumb brunette had finally realised the trouble she was in but only got a glower in return. In fact if she didn't know better she would have said that her old friend was actually looking forward to this, part or no part!

They circled each other, around ten feet apart, on the thin mat in the centre of the cage. Both were silently concentrating on the other waiting for their opponent to make the first move. It was Jennifer that broke the stalemate when she lowered her head and charged, Sarah had plenty of time to sidestep the charge but Jennifer had expected that and once past the blonde had stopped abruptly and swivelled round to spear her in the stomach and tackle her to the mat. Sarah was shocked at the speed of the attack and the nature, she had never believed Jenny to be so well set up to fight. But neither girl was a proper fighter and once on the mat things quickly disintegrated into a good, old fashioned catfight, with little skill or tactics on display.

Sarah was shocked by the speed and effectiveness of Jennifer's initial attack. In her mind, the blonde had imagined things to go along the lines of her throwing punches and kicks at Jen as she pretty much just stood there and took it, but it seemed Jennifer wasn't going to be quite the sap that she thought she would be. She definitely wasn't as while they were in a tangle on the mat it was Jennifer that had managed to roll on op into almost a mount position, with her fingers deep in Sarah's blonde hair, hauling at it while she also tried to use her knees to drive into Sarah's gut.

Sarah grimaced as she felt her beautiful, long, silky hair being roughly tugged at and managed to extricate her right arm out from under Jenny's stomach (where it had been trapped) and fired a sharp, short, sharp punch up and into her opponents' breast. Jenny squealed from the blow, despite it's lack of power and as she rocked back Sarah pushed herself up and toppled the brunette. Sarah scrambled free and away and turned to watch Jennifer pick herself up. This time it was Sarah who took the fight to her foe and stormed forward to unleash a one-two punch combination that connected with both of Jennifer's cheeks. She sagged a bit and backed off but Sarah did not let up, kicking her in the gut as well and pushing her back until her back met the cold steel bars of the structure they were trapped inside.

"Give up you dumb bimbo, before I really h- you!" bellowed Sarah, confident now that Jennifer's fast start was a flash in the pan.

She was right up in her old friends face as she shouted her demand and when she made to do it again was caught by Jennifer's forehead powering forward and catching her perfectly beautiful face square in the middle and crunching into her button nose. Sarah immediately staggered back, her hands reaching for her face and her balance quickly going until she sprawled on her back on the mat.

Jennifer marched forward with a purpose and slammed the sole of her foot down onto Sarah's upturned stomach, eliciting a pained 'ooof' from the struggling blonde who was still desperately feeling at her nose to ascertain what level of damage had been done. She tried to get up but was met by another kick, this time right to her ribs and she flopped down to the mat again holding them now. Fortunately for her Jennifer had connected with bone and her foot was hurting from it too, that would be the last kick she would try for a while! She reached down and grabbed Sarah by her hair and jerked her to her feet roughly, seeing that her head butt had indeed busted the blonde's nose, a small trickle of blood coming from her nostril. With the Director egging them on excitedly, she hauled a still recovering Sarah over to the cell bars and determinedly slammed her forehead onto the metal bars. Gripping her foes head tighter, Jennifer repeated the move five or six times until Sarah draped through the bars and slid down the fact first.

"Remember Jennifer, you have to strip your opponent, before you can make her submit" commented the Director, who was right at the bars, inches from Sarah's stunned face.

With a sense of dulled horror Sarah felt Jennifer's hands at her back and unclasping her bra. Her head hurt like hell and it felt like her brain was still bouncing around inside her skull, she could feel the horrible slow progress of the line of blood down over her lip from her nose but despite all that she forced her hands onto the mat and tried to push herself up, driving herself on mentally that she could not lose this, she just could not! Whether it was just the role in the film now was unclear because as much as she wanted it she was damned if she was going to lose to someone like Jennifer, who she considered would be much weaker than herself. But none of that prevented Jennifer getting the bra unclipped and as Sarah tried to scramble clear, away from being trapped against the bars, it come off, revealing Sarah Michelle Gellar's pert, firm, tits to her opponent and the Director.

"That's it Jennifer, just her panties to go now and you can go for a submission!" instructed the Director. Damn, did he want her to win!

It did not take Sarah long to realise that there was little point trying cover her nakedness, as when her hands did automatically go to her exposed boobs all it did was allow Jennifer to stamp down yet again at her stomach, though this time, luckily for her the blow ended up mostly missing. Sarah rolled clear and pulled her self to her feet to face the advancing brunette. Jennifer looked focused and confident and marched forward, her arms out ready to once again grab at the blonde's hair but Sarah summoned up her memories of the training she had done and from nowhere unleashed a wild side kick that flew like a missile into Jennifer's thigh. That stopped her all right and as she held the thigh in pain Sarah sprang forward onto her, sending them both hurtling to the mat and Jennifer below bore the brunt of the impact.

As Jenny felt a dull pain on the back of her head Sarah sprang into immediate action. She pushed herself up so that she straddled Jenny's chest and with her face twisted in anger she unleashed a flurry and barrage of hard punches and slaps to the pretty brunette's undefended face. There were some real solid connections in the assault too. When she was finally too tired to punch more she leaned back and was gratified to see she had done some damage, Jennifer's lips were swelling up, her eyes were already showing signs of discolouring and a small cut had opened at the side of the left eye. She was even more happy to see her opponent already crying and desperately trying to push Sarah off of her. She didn't need to because Sarah rose herself but she wasn't getting up, no, instead when she was halfway up she dropped her knee right down into Jennifer's soft stomach. Jennifer moaned and rolled around in pain and Sarah took the opportunity to peel off Jennifer's black stockings. Jen offered little resistance to this and in seconds they were off and while one lay discarded on the mat, Sarah was busily winding the other tightly between her hands and looking at the coughing Jennifer with evil intent.

She cautiously made her way behind the struggling Jennifer and in a swift movement dropped the rolled up stocking over the front of her face and hooked it in tight under her chin and into her throat.

Gritting her teeth and squeezing every ounce of pressure from her arms, Sarah dug the garrotte-like rolled up stocking as deeply and tightly into Jennifer's throat as she could. The Director positively clapped and leaped his encouragement at this reversal as he watched Jennifer's eyes widen with shock and fear and her hands scramble up to her neck in a vain attempt to get under the expensive lingerie. She tried to get up and shake her attacker off but the lack of oxygen was already weakening and disorientating her and with Sarah positioned with her body weight leaning down on Jennifer's back it was impossible. Sarah tightened her hold and saw Jennifer's face begin to change colour and physically felt her body go limp and immediately slackened her choke. She wanted the part, yes but not at any cost.

She dropped her opponent to the mat and busied herself with the rest of Jennifer's clothing, easily slipping off both her panties and bra leaving the movie star stark naked on her back and barely conscious. For a moment, Sarah paused to catch her breath, keenly watching Jennifer's chest (with those twin massive boobs prominent) rise and fall steadily. Sarah had always been equally intrigued and annoyed by her friends tits and she could not help allowing her hands to run over them and feel their fleshy perfection. The thought of how Jennifer wore those low cut tops to display her enormous cleavage and get all those parts she had got (it certainly couldn't be her acting skills!) invaded Sarah's head and as Jennifer struggled to come round, Sarah reached down, grabbed a hold of her nipples between her strong fingers and pulled them up and twisted them simultaneously.

It was like an electric shock had passed through her body and she arched her back and tried to swing her arms (but they were neatly tucked under Sarah's knees). Jenny also squealed like a pig being poked with a sharp stick and tried to buck Sarah off of her but failed and Sarah continued her torture of those famous breasts.

"Wanna give up yet Jenny?" shrieked Sarah madly, "Because I can keep this up all night!"

She emphasised this point by letting go of her hold and firing two short punches right into the soft centres of Jennifer's boobs. Jennifer was crying fully now but despite those tears she shook her head and managed to shriek.

"No!"

"Fine" spat Sarah fired four more punches into Jennifer Love Hewitt's twin airbags, further winding her before rolling off her, the tit torment was damaging her foe but didn't look like it would illicit the submission she so desperately craved. Sarah roughly hauled Jennifer to her knees, ripping at her long, dark hair as she did so and stood behind her to very carefully reach over Jen's face and hook her sharp nails into Jennifer's nostrils and pull viciously back with her hand. This time Jennifer's screams were even more agonised and the Director feared the end was nigh.

It was too, as Sarah tore away at her face, and her sore breasts hung down sore from their recent mauling, Jennifer thought about just giving up, nothing was worth this, surely. But at least in this position her arms were free and in desperation she lifted her right arm and powered the elbow back behind her, hoping to connect with something, Sarah's thigh or mid-section maybe. She got better than that. The point of her elbow fired back and connected perfectly with Sarah's crotch. The blonde immediately released her hold on Jennifer's face, her face contorted in pain and shock and she dropped to her knees as her body registered the numbing pain to her sensitive privates. Jennifer staggered to her own feet and, tears still in her eyes, turned to her foe and seized the opportunity to walk up to her and slam her knee right into Sarah's face.

Jennifer was determined to press home her advantage and ignored her own aches and pains to follow Sarah and easily tug off her panties. Now both girls were n- and the finish could come at any point! With both Sarah's ankles in her hands Jennifer realised the tremendous opening she had and seized it by smashing the heel of her foot right down onto Sarah's already aching pussy.

Sarah reacted by howling like a banshee and thrusting both her hands down to attempt to cover her g-. It was pretty useless as Jennifer just seemed to go mental and stamped down on it again and again with varying degrees of success in landing blows. With Sarah in obvious distress Jennifer dropped onto her knees and peered up between Sarah's thighs, waited until Sarah managed to look at her with teared up eyes then deliberately punched her right in her pussy.

"Better give up now Sarah, before I really hurt you!" threatened the brunette.

Sarah defiantly and desperately shook her head in the negative. She really wanted this part. That just angered her foe though and Jen smashed another punch into her sensitive region. As The blonde rolled on the mat in agony Jennifer came up with a new method of inflicting punishment on her opponent and walked around so that her feet were either side of Sarah's head. She carefully positioned her feet on top of the long blonde hair, holding it tightly to the mat, and bent over (her heavy breasts straining down over Sarah's stomach) and reached her hands into Sarah's thin strip of pussy hair and entwined her fingers into it and in one move heaved her up by it. With Sarah's hair holding her top end to the mat her lower half reared up by the pubes to excruciating effect.

"Come on bitch, submit! Submit!"

Sarah squealed and cried out at the top of her voice, making both Jennifer and the Director wincing at her screams but Jennifer kept on pulling until finally the inevitable happened and the handful of short, curly hair came away and ripped out and Sarah slammed back onto the mat. Jen rushed back to Jennifer's thighs and plunged her sharp finger nails onto the area of skin around Sarah's pussy where the hair had been torn from and with her head looking up at Sarah she began to scratch like hell!

That certainly brought Sarah back to life as she howled in fresh agony and when Jennifer looked up between her old friends thighs and reached out for her tit with her free hand to twist it while destroying her crotch it seemed the fight was all over. But by some instinct Sarah realised that this would be her final opportunity and as Jennifer's hand snaked up her front, reaching for her boob, Sarah clamped her thighs together tightly trapping Jennifer's head and outstretched arm between them.

For a moment it didn't dawn on Jennifer the trouble she was actually in and she continued to claw her hand up to try and reach Sarah's boob but as Sarah managed to cross her ankles and tighten her leg scissor even tighter she quickly felt the pressure and struggled her free limbs to try and escape. Sarah held on with every ounce of strength and determination she had remaining, as Jennifer tried to claw at her ass and pussy she gritted her teeth and concentrated on squeezing her thighs tighter and when she looked down she was relieved to see Jennifer's face turning bright red as she started be choked out. It didn't take long before she went totally limp and Sarah was able to let go with a huge sigh of relief. She pulled herself to her feet and stared furiously at the Director.

"It's over" she announced.

"NO Sarah, it's not. You have to make her SAY "I submit", not until then will I unlock the cage and give you the part. You have to make her say the words, not knock her out."

She fixed him a glower that would have born into most men's heart and soul but the rich Director just flashed her a toothy smile and pointed to her unconscious foe.

"All right, if that's what you want."

She picked Jennifer up with some difficulty as every step seemed to hurt thanks to the punishment her crotch had taken but somehow she dragged Jen to the side of the cage and with the brunette still out of it she used her discarded stockings to tie Jennifer's wrists to the bars of the cage high above her so that Jen's toes just touched the mat. Then she retrieved both their bra's and used them to tie Jennifer's legs to the bars as well and for good measure shoved her panties into her trussed up foes mouth. Just as she completed the task Jennifer slowly started to come round. That was helped when Sarah slapped her viciously on the cheek.

When Jennifer's eyes opened they quickly became wide with fear as she recognised her terrible position. She spoke into the panties in her mouth but it was totally muffled. She was trying to submit. Sarah shook her head.

"Not yet Bitch! I figured since you're not going anywhere I might as well get some revenge."

As the last word was spoken she drove a fist powerfully into Jennifer's gut, then as Jennifer's head bucked back she followed it up with another such punch right into her pussy. Those big tits didn't escape attention either, already sore from earlier they could hardly take the pummelling that Sarah gave them, relishing the markings and bruises that were already starting to show on Jennifer's perfect, creamy skin. Her final act of revenge was to lace her fingers into Jennifer's thin strip of dark pubic hair and just as she removed the makeshift gag Sarah tore her hand back taking away a clump of Jennifer's pubes with it as she screamed her submission.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!I submit! I submit! Aaaaaaaaaarrgghhh!!!"

Sarah smiled and looked at the Director who just nodded back to her and as he released her from the cage they forgot for the moment about the crying figure tied to the cage as Sarah went to sign on for the biggest part of her career.