INTRO

The beginning of it all was what should have been a simple love affair. While still married to Carmen Electra, musician Dave Navarro had fallen (like many others) for the copious charms of the then 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 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 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.

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 theme was simple. Two women in an apartment style, no-holds-barred fight. Initially, 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 of the videos from all events.

Predictably, it 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 outskirts 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…

Amateur Night

Story by The Amateur

Featuring:

Halle Maria Berry

Born: Maria Halle Berry , August 14, 1966 , Cleveland , Ohio , USA

Height 5'7”

vs.

Salma Hayek Jiménez

Born: September 2, 1966 , Coatzacoalcos , Veracruz , Mexico

Height: 5'2”

The regular studio build-up was under way and everyone watching now had the chance to hear what newly appointed host, Jenny McCarthy, and her guest, the winner of last week's PPV fight, Charlize Theron, thought of the past, present and future.

“A big, not-so-fat nothing,” an elegant and relaxed-looking Charlize said when asked about her latest fight and her vanquished opponent, supermodel Naomi Campbell. “Her problem is that she's a quitter – one of the worst I've seen! She's got good physique and she can fight somewhat,” Theron smiled a bit as she gingerly touched what looked like the remnants of a relatively large swelling under her left eye, “but she has no heart. She might do OK against other quitters, women that are much weaker than her or those who may be intimidated by her fame, but put her against someone who's really willing to fight, put a little pressure on her, hurt her a little – and she crumbles. That's exactly what happened last week. She came out all swingin' and breathin' fire and what have you, and she did score a few shots – she CAN hit, you know – but once I got her down on the floor it was a different story. She can't handle herself in close. Yeah, she tried to make a fight of it, and she did hurt me a time or two, but I just hurt her more! And she couldn't take it! Once she saw she was facin' someone willing and able to stand up to her, and once she felt the pain, it was all over by the shouting and we both knew it! And I gotta tell you, I really enjoyed takin' her apart piece by piece, gettin' all over her and puttin' all kinds of hurt on her despite her pointless little attempts to fight back. She was finished long before the end; she just needed the slightest excuse to quit and I finally gave to her!” Raising one long, shapely leg and aiming the point of her designer shoe at her host, she smiled smugly: “Once I had these babies wrapped around her empty head and started squashin' it, the bitch just couldn't say: ‘I give!' fast enough!”

“Yeah, she really wanted out of there, we all saw it” McCarthy smiled in turn. “But you didn't let her out too easily, did you? Many might say that you went perhaps a little overboard there at the end?”

“Nah, not really,” Charlize shrugged, “I've seen much worse happenin' both here and elsewhere; it's all part of it. I admit sittin' on her face wasn't really necessary since she was already done, but she needed to be taught her proper place, and besides I really, REALLY enjoyed it! Maybe she did too, I don't know. If she didn't, it was all her own fault: She shouldn't have suggested a nude fight. I know she likes to flaunt her body, but this time she just got paraded instead!”

“You mean your forcing her to crawl out of the room?” Jenny asked.

“Yes. Havin' to crawl her beat ass out of there on her hands and knees must've been a humblin' experience and a real eye-opener for her – especially after all her big talk about what she'd do to me if we ever fought – but like I said, she needs to know her place and I'm glad I finally got to show it to her! But enough about this. It's all history – as is ‘The Great' Naomi Campbell! Don't you have anythin' else to talk about?”

“We do indeed! Today's fight. Halle Berry , Salma Hayek, two of the biggest, hottest celebs out there, two Hollywood icons, really, both talented, both beautiful and both have some real tempers and are no strangers to fighting! Now, this one has been brewin' for a while, some real animosity there, some harsh words spoken on both sides, and from what I hear some actual scraps between the two already. It does seem to have the making of a real humdinger this one. What's your take on it. You know these girls, both as persons and as fighters. You've fought them both before and you've beaten them both – right here on this show in fact. What do you think of them and how would this fight go in your opinion?”

“Really? I've beaten 'em both?” Charlize raised her eyebrows trying to appear detached and succeeding for the most part, save for a little twinkle in her eye. “Difficult to remember, really; I've beaten so many… Hard to keep track of them all…” She laughed: “No, really, you're right. I did kick both their asses – as I did yours some time ago, if I remember correctly!” The beautiful blonde smiled mischievously at the sight of the other woman's rapidly reddening face.

“Yeah, well…” Jenny stammered, carefully avoiding Charlize's mocking gaze. “You said it: It was some time ago! Let's talk about the present! Halle or Salma?”

“Dunno.” Charlize lifted her shoulders nonchalantly. “I'm not sure I care too much about it either. These petty little squabbles between lightweights and has-beens really bore me. I guess someone has gotta win it, but I'm really not that interested in tryin' to guess – or even in seein' – who it's gonna be.” Aware of the potential harm that could come out of talking up the competition on the cut-throat streets of Tinseltown, the tall blonde now looked positively bored.

“Oh, come on! Lightweights? Has-beens? We're talkin' about Halle Berry and Salma Hayek here! Two of Hollywood 's brightest! I'd say they're every bit your equals! Halle was just chosen as the sexiest woman by “Esquire” magazine – taking over from you, if I'm not mistaken!” Jenny flashed a catty little smile. “And she has an Oscar too, you know!”

“No she doesn't!” Charlize's answering smile could be described only as: ‘wolfish'. “Not any more. Not one with HER name on it anyway! I took that from her, remember? Right after I beat her ass! I don't recall her havin' done anythin' to try and get it back either; it's still at my house! So she's definitely NOT my ‘equal'! The fact that I took her most prized possession and she could do nothing about it is proof enough of that! All she's done since is beat that Kidman joke and take her Oscar, and she needed all the luck in the world to accomplish even something as easy as that! Pathetic! As for Hayek, I could've just as easily taken somethin' of hers too when I thrashed her – if she had anythin' worth takin'! Again, lightweights and has-beens! Way over the hill – both of them! But if you really wanna know who I think will win this inconsequential little spat, I'll tell you. Provided that both of them don't die of heart-failure or exhaustion in the first minute, I say Berry wins it. Hayek's all curve – or should I say all lard – and that's never gonna be good enough – even if she has a temper on her. Berry at least has some muscle underneath her fat. So there's your answer. Berry , and most likely with a Breast-Smother! She couldn't finish me off with it when she tried, but Hayek is not me. I don't see her getting' her mug out of Berry 's tits, especially if it had taken a while in getting there. She'll probably put up some fight – she's got spunk, I'll give her that – but Berry 's just stronger!”

“Interesting thoughts there.” Jenny smiled. “You ever get it wrong?”

“Not often.”

“OK then, Halle Berry it is, according to Charlize Theron! I think I'll go along with that. I've learned the hard way not to argue with this woman!” Jenny did her best to sound and appear jocular, but she could not quite pull of the cheery smile and her it was obvious she was ill at ease.

“Well, we're almost out of time; just a few minutes to go before the fight starts! Charlize, thanks a lot for joining us here on “Fighting With The Stars”, and speaking of… You've had quite a successful run here on the show; can we look forward to another appearance in the future?”

“Possibly.” Was the laconic answer.

“Great! Can't wait for it to happen! Any hints as to the opponents? Like I said, you've been on a row lately; who's goin' to be next?”

“Whoever wants it the most.” Charlize said nonchalantly. “Makes no difference to me; I take ‘em all on!”

“How about Stacy Keibler?” Jenny asked. “Word is that there's definitely some bad blood between the two of you. Any chances of you settling the matter here?”

“Maybe. Maybe Not.” The tall blonde shrugged yet again, but her face looked stormy. “Depends on whether I have the little time it would take me to kick her ass. She's not a priority of mine; she's just way too insignificant a life form to merit my time or effort.”

“They say she recently kicked your ass on some beach. Did she?” Now it was McCarthy's turn to show her version of the wolfish smile; it was a question she had been meaning to ask the whole evening.

“Not that I can recall!” Charlize said calmly, her eyes positively blazing now as she clenched one fist, her other hand involuntarily going up to her throat where she to this day imagined she could feel Stacy's powerful legs strangling the life out of her. “I think I'd remember if she ever made me quit. I mean it's not something you see every day – a B-list nothin' ditz beatin' Hollywood 's biggest star in a fair fight… No, I can't say it's ever happened. And somehow I don't think it ever would! One of these days, when I'm not too busy, I just might prove it!”

“Well, I for one wouldn't mind seein' that!” Jenny grinned. “OK, thank you very much! Charlize Theron and her views on tonight's fight! We'll be takin' a short break and well be back right after this with the action! Stay right where you are!”

Commercials over, the live broadcast was preceded by a still frame of side-by-side mug shots of the two combatants with names and stats displayed underneath. Then the familiar empty, spacious room faded into view and moments later overhead cameras showed the two combatants entering from opposite doors. Heading towards the center, the women stood face to face, each wearing her usual fight attire comprised of skimpy bikini bottoms and nothing more, Halle 's white ones contrasting nicely with both her dark skin and Salma's black ones. They both appeared on edge, their curvaceous bodies tense, with sweat beginning to form on their upper lips and between their breasts, making the skin glisten in the bright lights. And they had every reason to be tense. Even as they stood motionless, they realized fully well that the fight had already begun the moment the doors had closed behind them and that there was no turning back now. There would be no way out until one of them had surrendered to the other or was clearly unable to continue fighting. And they also realized fully well just what surrendering or becoming unable to continue fighting – in other words: Defeat – meant. Losing a fight is never a good thing, if for the pain alone. Add to the pain the embarrassment of being beaten, and the experience became an even more unpleasant one. And when that embarrassment is made public, the unpleasantness factor reached higher levels still – the highest imaginable as far as both Halle and Salma were concerned. Both being beautiful, talented, rich and famous, both possessing the massive ego that invariably goes with any larger degree of success, they both believed that words like ‘pain' and ‘humiliation' did not even begin to describe the feeling invoked by a potential defeat broadcast live to pretty much the whole world. Both of them knew that feeling all too well (each having lost her very first fight on the show – and both against the same woman: Charlize Theron), and each was determined to never have to relive it. And, having also won on the show a couple of times, each was equally looking forward to experiencing the massive thrill which triumph invariably brought on. Proving her superiority over a rival was the ultimate ego booster for many of the celebrities and the craving for it was what made many of them keep returning to the show once they had tasted victory – even at the risk of being forced to suffer through the agony of defeat. And of course, the bigger and the more hated the rival, the higher the stakes, with victory being delightfully sweet and defeat – unbearably bitter.

In the case of Halle and Salma the rivalry was an especially heated one. It had started several years back, when both of them had been considered for the same leading role in a potential box office smash. Both had wanted the role and each had set out to get it, without being too choosy about the means she had to employ. Obviously, this had done little to endear either actress to the other (or to too many others for that matter) and had eventually led to a much hyped feud between the two. In the end, each having done her best (and worst) in order to get the role, neither had managed it. The film's producers had decided that involvement with either of the two warring Divas was more trouble than it was worth and had given the part to another actress. Since then, the animosity between Halle and Salma had turned into deep-rooted mutual hatred, each woman invariably finding the time in her always busy schedule to say an unflattering word or two about the other at every opportunity. Halle's very public defeat at the hands of Charlize Theron which had resulted in the dark-skinned beauty losing her Oscar to her blonde rival had made Berry the target of much ridicule and scorn by fellow celebs (and not only by them) with Salma being among the most vocal ones. Later, Hayek's own loss to Theron on ‘Fighting With The Stars' had deprived the sexy Latina of her free pass to the pot shot range and had given Halle some ammo to fire back, and from there the conflict had just kept on escalating. Subtle digs had quickly given way to harsher words, which had eventually turned into choice insults and ultimately becoming non-too-thinly-veiled threats, at which point it was clear that there was only one way left to go. Everybody thought that it was about time Salma and Halle abandon the war of words and put their money where there mouths were and (much to everybody's delight) so did the two actresses.

Now as they stood a couple of yard apart, they both were primed and ready to fight despite their apparent anxiety. They knew this was the moment of truth. The chips were down now and in a while all the trash-talk from the several months would amount to nothing – at least for one of them. In a time period perhaps as short as a couple of minutes they knew one of them would have proven herself superior and the other would be in for the humiliation of a lifetime. And they both were perfectly fine with that as each one was sure she would be the one on top when all was said and done and was really looking forward to dishing out some richly deserved punishment and humiliation to her hated foe. Both had good reasons to be confident. Their respective losses to Charlize Theron on the show a thing of the distant past now, each woman had triumphed her every appearance since, notching up two victories. Halle 's first had been against Dutch model-turned-actress Famke Janssen with whom she had had a long-standing feud dating back to their co-starring in the “X-Men” trilogy. Then, as recently as a month ago, she had beaten fellow Oscar-winner Nicole Kidman and had claimed the Australian's golden statuette as a trophy, thus getting some consolation for her devastating loss to Charlize Theron and filling the notably empty space on her mantelpiece in the process. On the other end, Salma had triumphed first over Spanish actress Penelope Cruz and then (in what many dubbed ‘a huge upset') had gotten the better of the highly-rated in catfight circles Brit, Rhona Mitra. Now, each was looking to continue her winning streak and end that of her rival. In respect to each other, their chances seemed about even, based on their fighting records and their physique. Being exactly the same age, they were both in excellent shape. Neither of them showed any signs of her recent pregnancy, each having worked hard to get rid of the excess weight. They were similarly built, with Halle holding a five inch advantage over her 5'2” opponent. The Ohio-born beauty also seemed to have a slightly better muscle tone than her Latina rival, whose curves seemed a tad more generous. Still, even with those differences they appeared to be very closely matched. Whether this would translate into an evenly contested fight remained to be seen. Each woman was hoping that this would not be the case and that her victory would be swift and decisive, but at the same time neither of them really believed it would happen that way.

That both were eager to fight became obvious very soon as they wasted little time in preamble and got straight into the business end of things. They moved forward almost simultaneously, one reaching out to grab hold of her rival, the other bunching her right fist and swinging hard. Halle got there first. The blow landed right in the middle of Salma's stomach and drew a grunt from the Mexican woman. Still, Salma managed to close in with her opponent and now tried to get Halle into a Headlock. Halle had other plans, though, and turned and twisted, pumping several short, hard punches low into Salma's belly, forcing the Latina to back off.

“C'mon, bitch!” Halle said, dancing lightly on the balls of her feet, her fists held up in a loose orthodox guard. “Whassamatter? Your fat, soft gut can't take a shot? Then I suggest you quit now and just admit I'm better, ‘cause there's a lot more of this comin' up and it's obvious you can't handle it!”

“Shut up, puta !” Salma spat out venomously. “You're nowhere near woman enough to make me quit! You'll be kissin' my ass here tonight and beggin' me for mercy and it won't take me too long to make you do it! Come here!”

With that Salma sprang towards her rival, the two nearly naked bodies colliding with a slap. Grunting, the women staggered about the room, pulling hair and slapping, each trying to bring the other down. Shoving Salma against the wall, Halle delivered a couple of heavy blows to the Mexican's belly, forcing her to bent forward.

“Goddam' cunt!” The Ohio native hissed and wrapped her arm around Salma's head for a Front Headlock, using her other arm to repeatedly punch the trapped Latina in the side and kidney area. Groaning, Salma responded by driving her fist into the front of her opponent's thong, causing Halle to scream and double up. The Latina then used the wall to launch herself and push Halle towards the middle of the room. Shaking off the low blow, the dark-skinned beauty fired two more rapid shots to Salma's belly and then a third – straight to the voluptuous Mexican's left breast, sending it flying upwards and jiggling violently. Salma screamed with pain and anger and unleashed a mighty slap to Halle 's face, staggering the American. Springing forward, the Latina slammed into her rival and took her down to the floor, where the two began rolling back and forth. Seemingly equal in strength, they kept on exerting themselves with neither woman being able to take the upper hand. Then, after nearly a minute of fruitless jockeying for position, Salma suddenly began screaming. Halle had sunk her sharp fingernails into her rival's left breast and was mauling it savagely. With Salma preoccupied with dealing with the pain in her breast, Halle was able to roll the Latina onto her back and straddle her. Cursing, Salma bucked and kicked, but was unable to dislodge the sepia beauty and got a few heavy slaps to the face for her trouble.

“I'll teach you to mess with me, you cheap slut!” Halle hissed, smacking her pinned rival in the face again.

Salma roared with fury and suddenly reached up, grabbing hold of Halle 's naked, quivering breasts and squeezing and twisting. Halle screeched and rained slap after slap down on her tormentor's face, but Salma just kept on mangling the other woman's sensitive flesh, ultimately forcing the American off of her with a mighty sideways tug on her breasts.

Getting up on their knees, the two flung themselves at each other, slamming their chests together. Their hands found each other and locked tight in a test of strength, their arms trembling with the strain, their bodies swaying back and forth as they exerted themselves. Groaning and grunting, they seemed to be evenly matched at first, but it was not too long before Salma's wrists began to give way. Both women sensed this and each redoubled her efforts, which led to no change whatsoever. Try as she might, Salma was unable to check the steady gaining of ground by her opponent. The sensuous Latina groaned in frustration and strained to the max, but it was no good – her arms continued to give way. Growling triumphantly, Halle pushed forward relentlessly, bending the other woman's wrists painfully and pushing into her, forcing her to lean backwards. With Salma practically sitting on her own heels now, Halle not only had the leverage her height advantage gave her, but was able to add her weight to her effort by sliding her slick breasts over Salma's and bearing down on the smaller Mexican.

“Give it up, slut, I'm stronger!” The dark-skinned beauty crowed, and just as she said that she was finally able to topple her foe, landing on to of her.

On her back, her hands still in the grip of the other woman, Salma squirmed and bucked violently. She managed to free one hand, and her hooked fingers struck in Halle 's face, making the Ohio native squeal and flinch. Clawing Halle 's sepia-hued, glistening body, Salma wrapped her arms around the American and heaved, rolling her over and getting on top of her.

“I'll show you stronger, you stupid whore!” Salma hissed, as she straddled her rival and started hitting her at will with both hands.

Groaning, Halle tried to ward off the blows with her hands, but most of them got through anyway, both hurting and angering her. Not willing to just lie there and take it, the dark-skinned beauty reached up and snatched her foe's heavy, wildly-swinging tits in a crushing grip. Salma screeched and suddenly grabbed Halle 's throat, digging her thumbs deep into the wind-pipe. Her breathing cut off, Halle instantly let go of Salma's breasts and got hold of the Mexican's wrists trying to break her hold.

“How do you like that, puta ?” Salma growled, squeezing her rival's throat harder and harder. Bearing her teeth in a vicious grimace, the beautiful Latina shook Halle back and forth violently, banging the back of her head against the floor again and again.

Gurgling, mouth gaping, eyes bulging, Halle thrashed around, frantically tugging at Salma's wrists. She realized that unless she did something fast, this was the end of the fight as she would soon pass out – either from oxygen deprivation or as a result of her head being slammed against the hard floor – and she was determined not to let this happen. Curling her right hand into a claw, she swiped at Salma's face and raked it, narrowly missing the eyes. Salma screamed and instinctively jerked backwards, loosening her grip on her opponent's throat in the process.

Even as she was drawing in air, Halle heaved mightily and managed to throw Samla off. She then tried to rise, but was not allowed to. Agile like a cat, the smaller woman pounced on her dark-skinned foe and wrestled her down to the floor. They rolled back and froth for several moments, before Salma emerged on top again. The Mexican beauty clearly had some momentum going and she was able to use that to gain the upper hand in the fight. Stretching out on top of her rival, weighing her down, Salma tried a Smother, pushing her large, sweat-covered breasts in Halle 's face, but the American woman was able to turn her head to the side, thwarting the attempt. Salma persisted, mashing her ripe tits into the side of her rival's head, but it was clear that she was doing this just to humiliate the other woman rather than hurt her effectively. It worked. Halle mewled indignantly and squirmed with greater intensity than ever beneath Salma. Shifting her body a little to the side, Salma suddenly tried to snake an arm around Halle 's throat for a Front Choke Hold, but the Ohio-born babe got her chin down just in time and was even able to bite the Mexican's forearm. Salma yelped in pain, but even though she gave up on using the Choke and moved her arm, she still kept her position on top

“Who's the stronger now, whore?” The voluptuous Latina panted out, using her weight to keep her struggling foe down.

“UUUUNNNNGH! Get off me, you slut!” Halle groaned, fighting hard to throw her smaller rival off.

“Get me off!” was the short answer.

Gasping and groaning, the two beautiful actresses continued to struggle, but while they were both giving it all they had, it was Salma who was remaining in control. She now had Halle face down on the floor and was all over her. Plastering her slick, lush body against the American's equally sweaty and curvy frame, the Mexican babe rode the bucking ebony temptress hard, looking to wear her down, as well as to impose her will on her and dominate her. For her part Halle refused to allow herself to be dominated and struggled fiercely beneath her assailant. But Salma was not to be denied. She was in the better position and she intended on staying there. She wanted this win badly and she was certain that she would have it in the end. All she had to do was to remain on top of her rival and batter the bitch into submission – something she was sure would not take her too long now.

“Your ass is mine now, bitch!” Salma growled in Halle 's ear. “Give up, or I'll really have to hurt you!”

“F-fuck you, cunt!” Halle yelled, still struggling.

“Oh yeah?” Salma smiled grimly. “If you want it to be the hard way, it'll be my pleasure!”

Mounting the squirming American low on her back, Salma pushed Halle 's face into the floor by leaning on the back of her head with one hand. Halle let out a muffled groan and squirmed even harder, but seemed unable to do anything about the smaller woman sitting on her back.

“Come on, puta !” Salma taunted, “That all you got? I thought you were bad! I thought you said you're gonna kick my ass! Looks like you're gonna be doin' a lot more kissin' than kickin!” To add to the embarrassment, Hayek how used her open hand to repeatedly slap the back of her rival's head and even reached behind her to lay a few crisp smacks on Halle's glistening, shapely ass.

“Bitch!” Halle screamed and fought wildly, but to no avail.

Salma responded by slamming her fist into the side of Halle 's neck. The American woman moaned and shuddered before going practically limp for a moment. She soon resumed her struggling, but with a bit less intensity than before; it was clear she was hurt.

“You will keep quiet, bitch!” Salma hissed angrily. “The only words I wanna hear from your filthy mouth are: ‘I quit'! Anythin' else will bring you pain like you've never felt before!”

Illustrating her point, the Mexican beauty unleashed a barrage of blows to her victim's neck, her fists striking the soft flesh again and again with meaty thuds. Halle was groaning and writhing under the hailstorm of punches, her sculpted legs jerking convulsively as each blow flooded her body with pain and took away more and more of her strength. Salma could feel her foe weakening and let out a triumphant growl, her eyes aglow as she now could taste victory. Riding high, the sexy Latina thrust with her pelvis, pushing herself hard against the small of the sepia beauty's back, making sure Halle felt her on top, felt her dominance.

“You're finished, you pathetic excuse for a woman!” Salma panted, lening forward and cupping Halle 's chin with one hand to pull her head back, twisting her neck painfully. At the same time she tangled her other hand in the American's hair and tugged hard: “Submit! Submit to me in front of the whole world, you weak whore! Let everybody hear I'm too much woman for you!”

“N-n-nooo!” Halle moaned, squirming frantically, driven insane by the thought of being defeated and humiliated by her hated rival. “I can't lose…I won't…Not to you, you fuckin' slut…Not to anyone!”

By their own admission, both actresses were quite accomplished gymnasts. Now, in a real pinch, Halle demonstrated her body still retained some of the flexibility from her youth as she kicked backwards with her right leg in an adrenaline-fuelled burst of energy, her heel striking the other woman in the back. The blow did not so much hurt Salma as it startled her and caused her to instinctively lean even further forward. Reaching up and back, Halle snatched a handful of the Latina 's long, flowing tresses and yanked with all her might, at the same time drawing her knees underneath her body and heaving upwards. Already off-balance, Salma toppled over with a short scream of frustration and then rolled away from her rival.

The two made it to their feet at the same time. Wasting no time, Salma went on the attack again, looking to pick up right where she left off. Halle quickly shifted her weight onto her left leg and lashed out with her right foot, kicking the onrushing foe in the stomach. As Salma groaned and doubled up, Halle kneed her in the face, sending her back. The dark-skinned beauty followed her reeling foe, her toned, glistening body tensing up, slender arms swinging through the air in wide arcs. ‘WHACK!' ‘CRACK!' the two crisp punches went straight home, throwing Salma's head from side to side and sending the dazed Latina staggering backwards and crashing into the wall.

“C'mon, bitch!” Halle growled. “Let's go!” Eyes blazing, lips drawn off her teeth, the sexy Ohio native moved in and plowed a fist in her opponent's belly. Salma grunted and bent forward, giving Halle the opportunity to drive a knee right into her chest.

“Still think you're all that, bitch?” The American hissed, grabbing Salma's hair and shaking her back and forth viciously, before straightening her up and slamming her into the wall again

Feeling the tide of the fight suddenly turning and realizing she had to do something to regain the advantage, Salma pushed off the wall and slammed into her rival, forcing her towards the middle of the room, where the two engaged in trading body blows.

Going toe to toe with Halle turned out to be something Salma should not have done as the former simply proved to be a much better hitter and better equipped for that kind of fighting altogether. The ebony babe was easily landing all her punches bang on target, and they were heavier than her opponent's. Not only that, but her taut, better-muscled frame absorbed the blows with less damage than Salma's softer body, which seemed to wilt further and further with each impact. Seeing her chance, Halle went all out, determined to end this right there and then. Fist after fist slammed into Salma's voluptuous body producing loud thuds and smacks and drawing pained moans from the now retreating Latina . Feeling overwhelmed by the onslaught, Salma desperately tried to put an end to it by grabbing Halle 's freely bouncing tits and squeezing them. The American woman screamed in pain and rage and belted Salma across the face with a hard right, staggering her yet again.

“So, that's how you want it, huh?” Halle said menacingly as she advanced on her dazed foe and unleashed a real fusillade of hard punches to Salma's magnificent rack, pulverizing the two heavy, sweat-soaked orbs, causing them to bounce and jiggle with each impact.

Groaning, Salma tried to protect her chest with her hands, but with little effect. Halle continued to hammer away and now began to send punches into her rival's soft belly as well, her fists sinking deep and making Salma's legs tremble and her knees sag. Still, the hot-tempered, proud Latina was refusing to quit. Determined not to lose to her loathsome rival, Salma continued to fight with everything she had. She knew she could not hope to out-punch the other woman and now decided to try and take the fight down to the floor again, where she planned to re-establish her earlier dominance. Bending low, she sprang forward, tackling Halle and taking her down. The sepia beauty was surprised by the move, but that did not stop her from twisting like an eel and sliding out from underneath her opponent within a heartbeat. Before Salma could react, Halle pounced on her from behind, wrapping her legs around the Mexican's waist in a Body Scissors. She then rolled onto her back with the other woman on top of her and tried to sink in a Choke as well, but Salma was able to get her chin down and put her arms in the way, blocking the attempt. Halle did not appear too aggrieved by the missed opportunity and settled for exploiting the advantage her position gave her. Squeezing with her legs, she grabbed Salma's hair with one hand and started yanking, while using her other hand to sent in short, powerful slaps to the side of the trapped Latina 's head. Groaning and yelping, Salma squirmed furiously atop her rival, desperately trying to prize Halle 's legs open with her hands. Halle merely growled, reached in front of Salma's body and grabbed the Mexican woman's copious breasts, sinking her talons deep into the tender flesh, squeezing, pulling, twisting. Salma shrieked in agony and writhed violently.

“That's it, squirm, you lil' bitch!” Halle said tensely, mauling her rival's abundant assets, “Scream and squirm for me – it's the only thing you know how to do, you sorry-ass loser!”

“AAAAIIIIIIIEEEE! HIJA DE PUTA !!” Salma screamed. “Leggo! I'll show you who'll be losin' here tonight, whore! Leggo!”

Digging her fingernails into Halle 's thighs, the suffering Mexican beauty was finally rewarded with a slight loosening of the Scissors around her waist and she squirmed even more frantically in an effort to escape. She had only managed to twist her body sideways between the other woman's thighs when the Scissors suddenly tightened again, Halle let out a satisfied: “Gotcha, bitch!”, and she realized she had been had. She tried to struggle, but it was no good. Grunting in effort, Halle, rolled her opponent onto her back, propped herself on one elbow and poured on the pressure, her shapely, well-muscled legs squeezing, the Scissors cutting deeper and deeper into Salma's vulnerable belly.

Gasping and groaning, her face turning deeper and deeper shades of red, Salma fought desperately, but achieved nothing. Halle 's shapely legs were immensely powerful and they squashed Salma's midsection brutally. The Scissors not only hurt the Latina by compressing her internal organs, but also sapped her strength, all of her remaining energy being wasted on her fruitless struggles.

“Give, you slut!” Halle crowed, breathing heavily through clenched teeth, her fine legs flexing, squeezing, crushing. “I wanna hear you say it!”

“NO!” Salma screamed, her beautiful face contorted in pain. She was really suffering, but her pride would not let her concede. Her adrenaline raging, she fought the pain and reached up with one hand, gouging Halle 's eyes with her hooked fingers. “I'll kill you, bitch!” She hollered, her claws raking.

Halle screeched and released her Scissors, allowing Salma to get away. Almost instantly, both women were up on their feet, their blazing eyes full of rage and hatred. Victory in this battle the most important thing to each one of them at this moment, they flew at each other, both determined to fight to the bitter end. They met in a violent collision, their naked bodies coming into contact with a deafening slap, hot, sweat-soaked flesh shuddering on impact. Wrapping their arms around each other, they squeezed and pushed hard, their large breasts contorting and ballooning as they mashed together. Within seconds, Halle 's breasts overwhelmed Salma's, pushing them back and causing them to mushroom out. Salma squealed with both shame and discomfort and tried to fight back, but it was no good. Halle pressed on, her firmer, stronger tits spearing Salma's battered boobs and drawing fresh moans from the Latina .

“I've had enough of you, tramp!” Halle growled as she wrapped her arms tighter around Salma's waist and lifted her off the floor in a crushing Bear Hug. The smaller woman screamed and kicked, but there was nothing she could do when Halle slammed her down onto her back, landing hard on top of her. Most of the air driven out of her lungs, Salma just gasped as Halle grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding her down in a Full Body Press. The sepia beauty's breasts covered the Latina's, flattening them out, and Salma cried out, her pink nipples shoved deep inside her large areolae by the American's darker, harder nipples.

“Figures, you weak, flabby-ass slut!” Halle said half-triumphantly, half-contemptuously, grinding her tits into her pinned rival's, mashing them down.

Her face red from embarrassment and lack of air, Salma tried to struggle, but could not free herself. Her strength drained from her by the punishing Body Scissors and the effort she had wasted fighting it, she was completely spent and could do nothing against the weight of the other woman on top of her. She would not give up, though. Snarling with helpless fury, she twisted and kicked weakly for a while, but remained hopelessly pinned and her movements soon began to slow as her last vestiges of energy ebbed away. Flat on her back beneath her rival, her wrists locked in Halle's tight grip, her tired, weakened arms rendered useless, held securely to the floor by the now much stronger ebony woman, the fiery Latina suddenly began to whimper as she realized it was all over.

Salma's pitiful moans were music to Halle 's ears. Certain of her victory, the dark-skinned temptress now went for the finisher, wriggling up her rival's body and sliding her conquering breasts over Salma's beaten tits and onto the Mexican's attractive visage. The two brown, glistening orbs enveloped Salma's face and molded onto it, the hot, supple flesh sealing off the mouth and nose. At the same time Halle 's slender arms wrapped themselves around Salma's head to hold it in place, and the Smother was complete. Deprived of air, Salma struggled wildly, bucking and kicking beneath her tormentor, her hands hammering and scratching the ebony babe's heaving torso, but it was all in vain. Breathing heavily, Halle remained on top of her rival, weighing her down while smothering her into oblivion. After several long moments of agony for Salma, Halle released her victim and reared up, lifting her breasts of the Mexican woman's face and allowing her to draw in air. Salma's relief was short-lived though, as a cruel and dominant Halle quickly reapplied the Smother, driving her hapless foe near the brink of unconsciousness. This was repeated four times, each ‘session' being understandably shorter than the previous one, but putting Salma's body and spirit under enormous strain nonetheless – strain which the tortured Latina ultimately could not cope with. Overwhelmed and trapped, her empty lungs feeling like they were on fire Salma suddenly began frantically slapping Halle 's back and shoulders to signal her submission. Halle showed little mercy, though. Consciously ignoring the Mexican woman's admission of defeat, the American beauty held the Smother in place until Salma's flopping around had died down to a series of little twitches. Only then did the dark-skinned siren lift her bountiful bust off the face of her victim, allowing her conquered rival a breath of air.

Grabbing Salma's wrists, Halle once again pinned the supine Latina 's arms to the floor and leaned on them.

“Who's the better woman now, bitch?” Halle panted, while Salma gasped and wheezed beneath her, too battered and enfeebled to fight: “Still think you're all that? Huh? Still think you can take me?” Jerking her body to the side, Halle slammed one breast in Salma's face, then the other. “You still wanna mess with me? Huh? Do ya, slut?” The dark-skinned beauty shouted angrily, rocking her glistening upper body from side to side vigorously, her luscious breasts swinging back and forth, the sweat-soaked, pliant flesh hitting the pinned woman's face with audible smacks, again and again, making Salma moan and whimper in shame. Soon, the once proud Latina was begging her tormentor to stop, unable to stand the humiliation and powerless to do anything to stop it.

Finally tiring, Halle pushed herself up and straddled her beaten foe, panting and shaking. She felt both exhausted and jubilant. It had been a tough battle, but she had prevailed, making sure her winning streak continued. And the fact that she had done it in style, with an emphatic victory over a particularly hated rival only made success taste even sweeter.

“Tell me, somethin' bitch,” Halle began, looking straight down into Salma's eyes, “Howzit feel to have your sorry ass kicked by a superior woman; to have your sorry ass OWNED by a superior woman, a REAL woman? That's right, slut! I own you now; you belong to ME!!”

The sepia beauty got up and stood there, looking down at her fallen foe, a smug smile on her lips, her face lit up by the glow of victory.

“You know, I oughta drag you back to my house and make you clean my floors with them flabby titties of yours till they fall off for havin' the nerve to get in my face!” She said ominously and gave Salma's left breast a little derisive kick. “But I doubt you'd be any good even for that, you worthless piece of trash!”

“Which means we're done here! You just stay outta my way from now on, unless you want and even worse ass-whuppin' next time, PUTA !!”

Spitting the Spanish insult at the defeated Latina with great satisfaction, the victorious Ohio babe planted a foot on Salma's chest and raised her arms in triumph, her heaving breasts thrusting proudly upwards as she looked up into one of the cameras.

“You watchin' this, Theron?” She bellowed. “You better run, bitch, ‘cause your ass is next!!!”

Back in the studio, having watched the entire fight on a monitor intently and with poorly concealed excitement, Charlize just threw her head back and laughed.