Unfinished Business

By Amateur

Featuring:

Charlize Theron

Born: August 7, 1975, Benoni, Gauteng, RSA
Height: 5’9.5”; Weight: 135 lbs.

“I think of myself as a highly sexual creature. I have to use that. I have no choice. I like it.”

“Looks alone won’t get you that far. It may get you in the door, but there’s always somebody younger, somebody prettier. You have to rely on something else.”

vs.

Stacy Keibler

Born: October 14, 1979, Baltimore, Maryland, USA

Height: 5’11”; Weight: 130 lbs.

"People don't realize the effects of dancing on your body. I'm completely head to toe lean, and I've just lost two jean sizes."

"Don't wish for it; work for it!"

Sometime in early 2009…

She had been thinking about it for months now – ever since IT had happened. She tried to ignore it and focus on things she believed were more important to her, but the thought kept gnawing at her. No matter what she did, she simply could not put the haunting memory behind her. The feeling of being choked into unconsciousness by the bitch’s strong legs, powerless to do anything about it, had been agonizing. The feeling of utter humiliation after coming to and finding herself lying in the sand completely naked and trussed up like a turkey had been even more agonizing. And the fact that there had been a number of people present to witness it all was not making things better either. The worst part, though, was that she constantly kept reliving those horrible moments, again and again, unable to forget, becoming more and more frustrated and enraged with each time she thought about it. Nor were those around her helping her put the incident behind her. In the dog-eat-dog world of Hollywood it was all about survival and survival there depended largely on one’s image. Any failure, any sign of weakness by anyone was promptly seized upon by the competition looking to annihilate by belittling. Once the word of what had happened on Muscle Beach had gotten around (the story becoming more distorted and embellished each time it was told) there was no escaping the scathing scorn of Entertainment’s Elite. Everywhere Charlize went she had to face there were the disparaging little looks and smug, nasty smiles. Many of Hollywood’s finest had themselves suffered painful and humiliating defeats at the hands of the beautiful South African Oscar winner and were quite understandably pleased with the latter’s misfortune. Things like: “There’s Char; I wonder how she can show her face in public after being beat by some little dancer slut!” and: “I hear Theron got her ass handed to her by that fake wrestlin’ chick… what was her name..?” were constantly being said – always in a huddle, but always purposefully loud. Charlize heard them… and reacted accordingly. Some of the speakers she did call out – and promptly put in their place – others just made her short list, but she knew that no matter how many bitches she dealt with, she could never find any peace until she had taken care of the main culprit, the one who started it all. If she was to rid herself from the demons and regain her self-esteem, she had to avenge her defeat by Stacy. And it was a defeat – Charlize never even tried to think of it as anything else. Regardless of the fact that she had been taken completely by surprise by Stacy’s low blow which had effectively incapacitated her, denying her any chance to fight back, she still thought of it as a loss – an extremely painful and embarrassing loss, one for which she intended to make the bitch pay in full.

Finding her enemy was not a problem; Stacy never attempted to hide. The leggy former wrestler was well aware of the fact that Charlize would not let what had happened on Muscle Beach slide and would come looking for her sooner or later and she did not mind one little bit. Never one to back out of a fight, she in fact relished the chance to go up against one of Hollywood’s premier names in terms of both celebrity status and fighting prowess. Ever since that brief encounter on the beach, Stacy was convinced that she was better than Charlize and was not likely to pass up an opportunity to prove it to everyone else – the big South African slut included. So, rather than being worried by Charlize’s coming after her, Stacy was all fired-up and eager to meet her more illustrious foe. She was even amused to some extent by the Oscar winner’s challenge – particularly in the latter’s choice of a combat zone. Instead of having the fight at the very popular for the day PPV show “Fighting With The Stars”, Charlize had opted for a more private setting at a small venue which she had rented herself especially for the purpose. But that was not what amused Stacy. It was the selection of the battleground itself. Driven by her desire to prove once and for all that she was superior to Stacy in every way imaginable, Charlize had demanded that the fight take place in an actual wrestling ring. That way, she maintained, she could beat Stacy on “the bitch’s own turf” and really show her who the better woman was. However, she had warned lest there be any misunderstandings, this would not be a wrestling match. Anyone expecting anything different than a good ol’ proper no-holds-barred fight to the finish would be disappointed and is better advised to stay home. Other than that, everybody was invited. Everybody who was anybody that is.

Of course, everybody that was anybody showed up on fight night, and they brought along “guests”, so the arena was positively packed. Charlize came into the ring first, looking fit and ready in a golden bikini. Pacing back and forth across the ring, she was obviously rearing to go and was understandably made to wait for some five minutes before her opponent finally decided to come out. In an obvious mockery of Charlize’s set-up pick, Stacy walked down to the ring, then climbed onto the apron and proceeded to go through a rather overdone and extended version of her old WWE ring entrance. Wearing a pair of high-heeled slippers and a black silk robe that reached down to the middle of her thighs, she stepped gracefully with one leg over the middle rope, then bent from the waist and held the pose (needlessly long) amid the hoots and cheers of the crowd. Twisting her lithe body several times so that her torso kept sliding over the rope in and out of the ring, she finally threw her other leg over and got in, just as Charlize was about to walk over and drag her in by the hair. Once inside the ring, Stacy kicked the heels off and removed her robe, remaining clad only in a black bikini. It took Charlize only a fraction of a second to recognize the bikini and she gritted her teeth, her eyes shooting flames. It was her own bikini, the one she had been wearing that day on Muscle Beach; the one that the little bitch had taken off her unconscious body! She exhaled sharply and clenched her fists, struggling to control herself. Even though she knew she should not get riled up, that the only reason Stacy was wearing this was to try and put her off her stride and make her lose her head, she still found it hard to suppress her rage. Breathing deeply, she stared daggers at Stacy, making a silent promise to herself to take that bikini back home – with the slut’s beat ass still in it.

The two women faced each other in the middle of the ring, sizing each other up. They were both in great shape and looking more of less evenly matched. Similarly built, their tall, leggy frames gleamed softly under the bright lights. Stacy was fractionally taller, her legs just a tad longer and more defined, her torso a touch leaner. Charlize was looking the sturdier of the two with a slightly deeper chest and broader shoulders. Both were lithe and taut, both of them former dancers, moving with grace and poise as they now began circling one another slowly, each looking for an opportunity to strike. Far form underestimating the opposition, each woman felt quietly confident that she would prevail in this battle. They were both veterans of many fights in the entertainment circles and each had won a lot more than she had lost, so each had every reason to be confident. Charlize had been the more active of the two fight-wise in the few months since their brief encounter on the beach. She had appeared twice on “Fighting With The Stars” – first against supermodel Naomi Campbell and then taking on statuesque actress Kristanna Loken – and she had won on both occasions – although the Loken fight had been a real close call. Aside from that she had had another three “private” fights, in which she had also been victorious, getting the better of Jennifer Garner, Katherine Heigl and Megan Fox. Stacy for her part had also put in two appearances on FWTS, continuing her successful run on the show by adding two more wins to her tally. The first one had been over Brazilian supermodel Gisele Bundchen and that had been followed up by another triumph in a rematch against Trish Stratus, proving that her shocking first victory over the Canadian wrestling bombshell had not been a fluke. She had also had one other fight with an old WCW foe – Tylene Buck (A.K.A. Major Gunns). Irked by some recent badmouthing from Tylene, she had sought out the busty blonde at a gym, challenged her and defeated her, scissoring her into a tearful submission after a wild back and forth brawl.

None of this mattered now. Past wins and losses – one’s own, or the competition’s – meant nothing to either of them. This was a whole new fight for both – a fight which each woman intended to win.

Stacy thought she would be the first to take a step towards that win and prepared to launch a swift thrust kick to her opponent’s stomach – one of her favorite opening moves. What stopped her doing so was the pain exploding in her lower belly as Charlize’s foot slammed into it, the South African beating her rival to the punch – or kick – by a fraction of a second. Bending over with a gasp, Stacy retreated a few steps, her eyes wide and shocked; she had never imagined someone could even come close to her kicking range, let alone match it. (Even Gisele Bundchen had failed to do that in their fight.)

“Don’t look so surprised, baby!” Charlize smiled smugly, “We’re just getting’ started here!”

“You got that right, bitch!” Stacy muttered, slowly circling to the left, still pressing a hand against her belly. “We’re just getting’ started. And there’ll be no stoppin’ for a long time – no matter how much you cry and beg!”

Charlize’s answer was another kick – this time to the side of her opponent’s left thigh. This time the move was virtually mirrored by Stacy, whose right foot impacted high on Charlize’s solid thigh with a loud slap. Both women were undeterred and each kept on the attack. Stacy swung her right arm in a wide arc, aiming for her opponent’s head. Charlize ducked under the punch and rammed her shoulder into Stacy’s midriff, taking her down. They rolled around briefly, before Charlize was able to clamp a Headlock on Stacy, getting slightly on top of the former wrestler and pinning her down. The South African then tried to add a Body Scissors to her hold, but Stacy had anticipated the move and had locked one of Charlize’s legs between both of hers. Abandoning the Scissors idea for the moment, Charlize kept her position and focused on her Headlock, tightening it as much as she could and eliciting loud groans from her squirming victim. Wriggling back and forth in attempts to free herself, Stacy slapped and clawed at her captor’s back, then suddenly dug her manicured fingernails deep into Charlize’s taut buttocks. Charlize groaned but maintained her hold and ground down hard on Stacy’s trapped head, panting and huffing as she strove to keep the lissome Baltimore native down.

“You give, bitch?” The South African asked, reveling in her foe’s pained moans and gasps.

Stacy responded by intensifying her struggles. She clawed at Charlize’s ass even harder, before grabbing the back of her bikini bottoms and yanking upwards, delivering a rather painful “wedgie”. As Charlize yelped and squirmed, Stacy suddenly bit down on the South African actress’ left breast, which had wandered dangerously close to her mouth. The thin fabric of her top offered Charlize no protection whatsoever against Stacy’s gleaming white teeth and the Oscar winner screamed in pain, jerking her upper body backwards. In doing so, she also loosened her Headlock and Stacy was finally able to escape.

They rose up and faced off again, breathing heavily. Wasting no time, they came at each other swinging hard. Stacy’s punch grazed Charlize’s jaw, without having any effect. Almost at the same moment, Charlize’s fist thudded into Stacy’s chest, forcing the American to step back with a gasp. Staggering her foe with another blow to the face, Charlize got hold of Stacy and slammed her down, landing on top of her. Although somewhat winded, Stacy instantly rolled over, reversing the positions and flattening her opponent onto her back. She then tried to straddle Charlize, but the South African quickly picked up her legs and succeeded in kicking her off.

Charlize was the first to her feet and she immediately kicked Stacy as the latter was trying to get up. The kick landed on Stacy’s ribs and made her groan and collapse to the mat again.

“Little slut!” Charlize hissed, swinging her right leg, aiming for the other woman’s body. Stacy cried out in pain, rolled over and started to rise, but received yet another kick which struck her high on the side of the head. As her dazed foe sprawled down, Charlize pounced, rolling Stacy onto her belly and straddling her. Stacy immediately started squirming and heaving in an effort to throw her assailant off, but Charlize kept her mount, weighing the struggling American down. Grabbing Stacy’s hair with one hand, the South African beauty now hammered away at the former Nitro Girl’s back and neck with the other. Stacy squealed and twisted, but to no avail. Keeping her position on top, Charlize plunged her fist time and again into the side of Stacy’s vulnerable neck with glee, stunning the younger woman.

“That’ll teach you to wear MY clothes, you little bitch!” The Oscar winning actress muttered as she now began to undo the straps of Stacy’s bikini top, taking great care not to damage it. Stacy tried to resist, but was too dazed by the blows to the neck and Charlize was able to eventually work the top free.

“Whoooooo!” The beautiful South African yelled, twirling the top high over her head with one hand as she rode her bucking foe hard, holding onto Stacy’s hair with her other hand “Yeah, baby! Squirm for me!”

“OOOOWWWW! GET OFFA ME, YOU COW!” Stacy howled, writhing wildly.

“Shut your mouth, little girl!” Charlize chided. “Or do you want me to shut it for ya?”

Without waiting for a reply, Charlize now grabbed two handfuls of her rival’s hair and pushed Stacy’s face into the mat. Stacy let out a muffled moan and struggled even harder, but seemed helpless against the woman on top of her. Grinning maliciously, Charlize now began pulling Stacy’s head from side to side, grinding her face into the mat and drawing out screams of pain and rage from the thrashing American beauty.

“That’s right, bitch, taste the floor!” Charlize panted out, leaning heavily on the back of her rival’s head.

“MMMMMPH! MMMMMPH!” Stacy said in reply, her long legs kicking frantically as her pretty face was being cruelly mashed into the hard surface.

“Can’t hear you, girlie! Speak up!” Charlize grinned and reached back with her right hand, treating Stacy’s perfectly-rounded derriere to several hard smacks, making the taut flesh jiggle.

Fighting for all she was worth beneath her aggressive and determined foe, the lithe Baltimore native finally managed to pull her legs underneath her body and heaved up with all her might. Failing to keep her perch, Charlize toppled forward with a short scream, and Stacy was at last able to rise to her feet, the flush of both effort and embarrassment having spread from her face all the way down to her now naked chest.

Smiling smugly as she too got up, Charlize now slowly undid the straps of her own top and casually tossed it aside, the look she shot at her rival clearly saying: “I will meet you on equal terms anytime, anywhere – and I WILL beat you in every way possible!” Stacy just gnashed her teeth, her face taking on an even deeper shade of red at the obvious slight.

The two topless beauties circled each other for a few seconds, then Stacy suddenly sprang forward and swung – once, twice. Both shots found their target and Charlize reeled, her arms windmilling as she sought to keep her balance. Charging at her foe, Stacy shoved Charlize hard, sending her back first into the ropes. She then raised her right leg and whirled around, delivering a flawless Spinning Kick. Or rather it would have been flawless had it hit. As it were, Charlize held onto the ropes to stop her self from bouncing, thus staying out of range. Even before Stacy’s foot had touched the floor after the missed kick, Charlize moved in and her fists thudded into the American’s body. Groaning, Stacy backed off, then tried another kick, missed again and got a knee to the stomach for her troubles.

“What’s wrong, bitch?” Charlize inquired icily. “Not so hot when it’s a fair fight, are you?”

Still bent forward and with both hands pressed against her aching belly, Stacy was unable to reply, or to fend off the heavy slap that landed on the side of her head. Charlize shoved the younger woman violently into the ropes and then suddenly gyrated swiftly to her right, raising her right leg high in the air and THAT Spinning Kick was perfect. Charlize’s heel struck Stacy right on the chin and the American sprawled onto her back, her feet having skidded form underneath her. As Stacy blinked dazedly, trying to clear her head and the crowd cheered Charlize’s unexpected move, the Oscar-winning actress herself walked regally around the ring, circling her fallen foe with an air of smug satisfaction about her.

“Did that hurt?” Charlize asked snidely as Stacy began climbing slowly to her feet. “I’m sorry, Stacy, but you brought this on yourself!” The South African beauty continued, in a mockingly apologetic tone of voice. “You should’ve just stayed in your tiny little Beach-Bunny league instead of tryin’ to play with the big girls. You messed with the wrong woman, baby, and you’re gonna find that out the hard way! I’m gonna show you just how superior to you I am in every way imaginable – and it’s gonna hurt!”

Frustrated and enraged near tears by the ineffectiveness of her attacks and Charlize’s taunting, Stacy made it to her feet and immediately attacked, walking straight into another kick to the face by the former ballet dancer.

“Can you say: ‘outclassed’?” Charlize gave a little chuckle as Stacy once again staggered backwards and almost fell over. “Actually, you’d be a lot better off sayin’: ‘I give up’, but there’s no rush. We have a whole night ahead of us!”

The South African had barely finished speaking when Stacy suddenly threw herself at her foe in a Drop Kick, her feet striking Charlize in the chest and sending her reeling. Springing upright with a snarl, Stacy went after Charlize, who was still clutching at her chest. A hard slap to the face spun Charlize around and a violent shove caused her to slam chest first into the turnbuckle.

“I’ll show you outclassed, you slut!” Stacy hissed, jabbing her right fist into her opponent’s kidney, making Charlize cry out. A knee to almost the exact same spot drew an even louder scream from the South African beauty.

“Like that, bitch?” Stacy asked and drove her knee into the small of Charlize’s back again.

“AAAAAHH! ST-AAAAAARGH” Charlize’s cry of ‘Stop!’ morphed into a bellow of pain as Stacy had laced her fingers together and slammed her hands into the South African’s right kidney. Arching her back convulsively, Charlize shuddered with the shock of the impact, her knees beginning to sag. Stacy felt no pity for her suffering rival, though, as she now grabbed the back of Charlize’s bikini bottom and yanked it upwards. Charlize screamed and instinctively went up on her toes in an attempt to relieve the searing pain caused by the thinly stretched fabric biting into the tender flesh between her legs.

“Who’s outclassed now, bitch? Huh? Who’s gonna give now?” Stacy shouted. Not letting up for a second, the Baltimore native grabbed two handfuls of Charlize’s hair, slamming Theron’s head into the turnbuckle’s padding, one, two, three times. Charlize moaned, her head beginning to spin. Still, she was far from finished and now threw an elbow backwards, jabbing its point into the other woman’s ribs. Gasping and clutching at the hurt area, Stacy failed to see the second elbow coming and it slammed into the side of her head, staggering her. Charlize whirled around and pounced on her foe in an instant, tackling her to the mat.

Gasping and grunting, the two beauties rolled around, their lithe, glistening bodies wriggling and squirming as they strained against one another locked in An all out struggle for supremacy. It went back and forth for a long time with both women giving it their all, but in the end Charlize’s sturdier build made the difference. The South African gradually gained the edge over her foe and managed to transfer this into complete control, bending Stacy’s lissome frame to her will. Stacy fought wildly, but in vain; Charlize’s strength and purpose were too much. Overpowering the leggy American babe, Charlize rolled her onto her back, grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, at the same time applying a perfect Grapevine.

“How’s that?” Charlize panted, using her legs to spread Stacy’s wider and wider. “You enjoyin’ yourself, bitch?”

Stacy was definitely not enjoying herself. It was a most uncomfortable and embarrassing position, one that she was not at all accustomed to being in. Usually it was her applying that same hold to someone else and now, when she was on the other end of it, she was really struggling to cope.

“Now you know, baby!” Charlize crowed, “Now you know the difference between a real star and a second-rate punk like you! And you know why I’M the one with the best legs in the business!” Weighing her rival down, Charlize kicked her legs outwards, forcing Stacy’s legs wider still, and as flexible as she was, Stacy could not hold back a wail of pain.

“Ooh, you like that, I can tell!” Charlize purred, “It’s a position you’re used to bein’ in, huh?”

Reveling in her moment of superiority, the dominant South African beauty continued to taunt her pinned opponent, while torturing her with the Grapevine, grinding her nylon and spandex covered mound into Stacy’s heaving belly. Adding to the humiliation, she rubbed her naked, sweaty breasts all over the American’s face, while mocking her and demanding her surrender. Instead of surrendering, though, Stacy merely sucked in the tip of Charlize’s right breast and bit down. Charlize screeched and writhed, the Grapevine completely forgotten all of a sudden. Once able to free her arms and extricate her legs from the other woman’s, Stacy immediately planted her feet on the mat and bucked wildly, throwing Charlize off. Rising up on her knees, the Baltimore native pounced on her foe, grabbing Charlize by the throat and shaking her violently to a fro, slamming her head into the mat again and again. Stunned and hurt, Charlize could do little when Stacy dropped onto her, the American’s long, toned limbs ensnaring the South African’s statuesque body. Securing her opponent in a Full Nelson/Body Scissors combo, Stacy rolled onto her back, dragging Charlize on top of her, and then began pouring on the pressure.

Charlize gasped, then cried out, her face suddenly contorted by pain as Stacy’s powerful legs compressed her midsection. Grunting in effort, she struggled, arching her back and twisting her lithe body back and forth but it was no use: Stacy had her locked good.

“Talk to me about legs, honey!” Stacy breathed, flexing her powerful thighs in an effort to crush her foe’s midsection. “Still think you can compare with me?”

“OOOOWWWWW! LET GO, YOU BITCH!!” Charlize yelled, kicking and twisting. She knew she was in trouble now. Trapped in her rival’s clutches she was both hurting and tiring and she realized she had to escape quickly if she was to stand any chance of winning this fight.

Easier said than done. Stacy knew she had the advantage and she was determined to hang on to it. No matter how much Charlize struggled, Stacy merely tightened her grip more and more, her legs compressing the South African’s sides with brutal force.

“Give it up, slut; you’re not goin’ anywhere! You’re all mine now!” Stacy growled as she strained to control Charlize’s squirming frame. The sweat pouring from both their bodies was not making her task any easier, but so far she was managing to hold on. She just was not sure how long she would be able to do that. Her opponent was a strong and resolute woman, who was sparing no effort in her attempts to break free. She knew life would be a lot more difficult with an enraged Charlize on the loose and she wanted to avoid any such complications. This win was important to her for all sorts of reasons and she intended to get it – by any means necessary.

Shifting tactics, Stacy now unlocked her ankles and placed her right foot on her struggling foe’s belly from where it slid smoothly beneath the front part of Charlize’s bikini bottom. Charlize squealed her protest and tried to struggle, but she was still trapped in the Full Nelson and could not get away from her rival right away. All she could do was twist her body from side to side, which did her no good whatsoever.

“Ooh, you like that, I can tell!” Stacy mocked from underneath, repeating the exact words Charlize had used earlier. At the same time she kept caressing Charlize’s most sensitive area with her bare foot while continuing to hold the South African beauty captive.

“UUUNNNGH, LET GO!” Charlize mooed. She sensed that she was on the brink of losing the fight and struggled wildly, realizing that she absolutely had to break the Nelson and put some distance between her and her foe in order to regroup. She probably would have made it too – she certainly had the strength – had it not been for the other woman’s foot slipping and sliding and wriggling all over her nether regions. It was distracting her, disconcerting her. She positively hated it. It was turning her on.

Having done her homework and perfectly aware of her celebrated opponent’s weaknesses, Stacy continued to use Charlize’s well-known sensuality to her advantage, gradually rubbing the sexy Oscar-winner into a lustful frenzy amidst the crowd’s cheers and hoots.

“LET GO, YOU LITTLE WITCH! LET GO OF ME!” Charlize howled, both embarrassed and furious, her body trembling with tension and excitement. “I swear I’ll kill you if I break free!” She snarled, arching her back and slamming her ass down on Stacy in the hope of forcing the latter to release her.

“I believe you,” Stacy breathed right in Charlize’s ear, “But you’re not breakin’ free! You’re not gin’ anywhere or doin’ anythin’! Your ass belongs to me now!”

With that Stacy once again wrapped her python-like legs around her rival’s svelte midsection and at the same time wound her slender arms around Charlize’s head and neck in a Sleeper Hold, cutting off the flow of oxygen-carrying blood to the South African’s brain.

Realizing what was going on, Charlize fought with all her might against the impending doom, twisting and bucking like mad, her shapely, gleaming body writhing and heaving as it strained to break the dual grip that held it captive and drained its strength at the same time. It was all in vain. Staying calm and focused on her back, Stacy methodically worked both holds, her strong, sexy legs squashing her opponent’s ever-softening midriff, while her arms constricted Charlize’s neck, pushing her closer and closer to unconsciousness with each passing second.

“It’s over, bitch!” Stacy announced in between deep breaths of air. “YOU’RE over!”

As much as Charlize wanted to disagree, her body would not let her. It had reached its limits in the lengthy, grueling battle and now it was beginning to falter trapped in the other woman’s brutal clutches. Simply put – she had had it. She had come into the clash as the slightly more experienced fighter and having an edge in strength over her foe, but none of that mattered now. Stacy had found an opening, gone for it and hung on, steadily weakening Charlize to the point where the seasoned South African battler had become a helpless plaything for the younger American. Charlize was still trying to fight on, but her efforts lacked the previous intensity and were getting more and more feebler. Arms and legs flailing, she squirmed back and forth in unsuccessful attempts to loosen the steely legs around her waist. She tried tugging at Stacy’s forearm, but it would not budge and the Sleeper remained tightly in place. Her feet pushing weakly at the mat she struggled to bridge up, her body shuddering with the strain, depleted muscles screaming in protest, buttocks clenching, firm, perky breasts quivering and quaking. She just could not cope with the other woman’s weight, though, and flopped back down. Her normally taut, toned frame slackened, her knees splayed listlessly and her eyelids started to flutter in her near-crimson face; she was on the brink of unconsciousness.

Just then, Stacy suddenly released her opponent and rolled her off to the side, before rising up and pouncing on her. Quick and agile, the Baltimore native gave Charlize no chance as she swiftly snapped her fabled legs around the South African’s head in a crunching Scissors. The woozy Charlize was instantly brought back to reality by the excruciating pain, but there was little she could do other than squeal and whimper as her skull was being crushed in the vice of Stacy’s powerful 42” stems.

“Still think your legs are better than mine, bitch?” Stacy asked through clenched teeth, breathing heavily. “Let’s just see if I can’t change your mind for you!”

Tightening her Scissors even more, Stacy helped herself to two handfuls of Charlize’s long, golden tresses and suddenly went into a violent ‘Death Roll’, twisting and turning, rolling over the mat again and again, forcing the trapped Charlize to roll with her to avoid any neck injuries. Mewling with pain, Charlize slapped and clawed ineffectually at the steely legs around her head, but there was no way out. Stacy had her and was not letting go.

“OOOOOOOOOWWWWW! LET… GOOOOOOH!” The ensnared South African beauty moaned, her head feeling like it would implode under the massive pressure.

“GIVE, YOU, BITCH! GIVE!” Stacy shouted, removing one hand from her opponent’s hair and using it to slap Charlize’s face and body, drawing even louder screams from the suffering Oscar winner.

“NOOOOOOO!!” Charlize bellowed., her pride not letting her surrender to the younger and (as she saw it) lesser woman. The trouble was that she had little beside her pride to go on. Nothing in fact. She could neither fight back nor escape. It was only a matter of how much more she could take in her battered, exhausted state. Not much, if Stacy had anything to say about it.

Redoubling her efforts, Stacy punished her opponent brutally, slapping and clawing Charlize’s squirming, near-naked, body, her own lithe, glistening frame flexing and heaving as she strove to break her foe. And break her she did in the end. Using all of her considerable leg strength to crunch down on the trapped blonde head, her sculpted thighs bulging, pulsating sending shockwave after shockwave of agony through Charlize’s whole being, she finally squeezed a verbal submission from the overwhelmed South African beauty.

Releasing her conquered foe, Stacy rose up and stood proudly over Charlize’s limp, quivering form, her sweat-soaked body glinting in the bright lights, legs braced and slightly apart, arms raised high in triumph, chest heaving.

“Now you know!” She said simply, speaking as much to Charlize as she was to the crowd. Nobody could hear her over the godawful din the said crowd was making, but this did not stop the victorious Baltimore native from basking in her moment of glory and gloating over her prized conquest. She had fought hard to earn her victory, and now she intended to enjoy it.

Using a foot to roll Charlize over on her belly, Stacy bent down and stripped Charlize of her sole remaining garment, the gold bikini bottom, without encountering any resistance from the defeated woman. She then kicked Charlize’s long legs apart and knelt between them.

“It’s time you got your medicine, you stuck-up bitch!” The former wrestler panted as she wrapped her arms around Charlize’s waist and lifted. Now Charlize was on her knees with her bare ass high up in the air and her face down on the mat. The South African actress was aware of what was going on, but only dimly. She was practically in a stupor after her crushing defeat – a defeat she never thought possible. Completely limp, she simply allowed the other woman to manipulate her shaking, pain-racked body as she saw fit. And what Stacy saw fit was to hold Charlize into her undignified position and casually smack her upturned ass a few times. Still on her knees, she pushed right up against Charlize, pressing the front of her pelvis into the Oscar-winner’s creamy, well-rounded buttocks and began to slowly gyrate her hips in what had by now become her customary ‘Victory Grind’. The crowd howled their pleasure and Stacy smiled lasciviously as she brazenly rubbed herself against her fallen foe’s slick, glistening derriere. Neither the fact that still had her bikini bottom on, nor the absence of any actual penetration made the act any less explicit or humiliating. Knowing she had been beaten, Charlize made no move to resist, but took it all silently, clenching her teeth and fists and vowing all sorts of terrible vengeance upon the uppity little bitch, who had the effrontery to use HER, Charlize fuckin’ THERON, like a little bitch.

At last, feeling that she had proven her point, Stacy shoved Charlize all the way down to the mat, then rose languidly to her feet and walked around the ring picking up her bikini top as well as both halves of Charlize’s bikini. She then moved back to Charlize and planted a foot on the conquered woman’s ass, holding the garments aloft to signify her victory, just in case there was someone who was not quite clear about the outcome of the fight.

“You shouldn’t have challenged me, slut!” Stacy spoke down to the prone woman. “Not in the ring, not ANYWHERE! You should’ve realized how much better than you I am way back on the beach and just counted your blessings instead of allowing your delusions to take over your better judgment and get you into fights you know you can never hope to win!”

The next second, Charlize was on her feet, tired, aching body and all, standing right up against Stacy, their chests practically touching. Stacy’s first thought was to put the bitch right back down where she belonged, but she saw something in Charlize’s gaze that stopped her right in her tracks. She did not like that look one bit. It was not exactly frightening her, but it was making her uneasy. There was perhaps a hint of wounded pride in the South African’s eyes, but apart from that, they were definitely not the eyes of a beaten woman (which the slut should have been by all accounts).

“Now let me tell you what YOU shouldn’t have done, little girl!” Charlize said in a cold, even tone of voice, staring hard into the eyes of the woman who was an inch taller than her and had just kicked her ass to boot. “You shouldn’t have EVER tried to think you’re somethin’! And you definitely shouldn’t have done what you just did! Fine, you won the fight, I’ll give you that much. But instead of quittin’ while you’re ahead, you had to try and flaunt it as if you got it! You saw a bunch of wasted and shot-up lame-ass bozos together and you thought you had a fan base all of a sudden! You just had to show off, didn’t you? Had to rub it in!” She had not meant that to be a pun and only got aware of it after the words had already come out of her mouth and there was no turning back. She skipped right over it: “THAT was a mistake! And you’re about to find out real soon just how big a mistake! As soon as you continue with your pathetic little attempts to make it in Hollywood. Even if you had any talent – which you do NOT – you can still forget about getting anything remotely resembling decent work in this town – I’ll see to it personally!”

“You try to screw me over, you bitch, and I’ll find you and I’ll rip your tits off!” Stacy spat out, but there was a sudden lack of conviction to her words and the alarm in her eyes was quite visible. She knew exactly what Charlize was saying.

“I don’t think so, girlie!” Charlize grinned. “You got lucky today… for the last time! From here on, your life’s over and your funeral is starting! And it’s gonna be a long one, with plenty of grief!”

Seeing the two standing face to face the casual observer who had just walked in and had missed the action would have had a hard time guessing that they had just finished a fierce battle and that one of them was victorious and the other defeated. Save for their sweaty bodies and somewhat tousled hair, they looked like two tall, beautiful woman who were having a heated argument with each other. That was looking at things from afar. A closer look would have revealed a very disconcerted Stacy Keibler trying very hard to maintain her composure while being stared down by a proudly-standing Charlize Theron, perfectly calm and self-assured, looking every bit the A-list star that she was.

“You shouldn’t have messed with me, you little slut!” Charlize hissed, and the venomous look in her eyes made Stacy recoil as if struck. “Now you’re about to be taught the difference between a real star and a worthless, little nobody like you! You may have won this little spat, but you can NEVER win a fight against me! I’m Charlize Theron and you are…” Oscar winning actress looked Stacy up and down with disdain and just shrugged her shoulders.

The two locked eyes again and lo and behold, it was Stacy who looked away first, prompting a derisive little smile from Charlize.

“I think these belong to me!” Charlize said, reaching for the assorted bikini parts in Stacy’s hand. Stacy, who for the better part of the past few minutes had been looking like she had been struck over the head with a hard and heavy object, made no attempt to hold on to her ‘spoils of war’ and Charlize had no trouble taking them back.

“On second thought, here, you keep’em!” Charlize shoved the crumpled ball of nylon and spandex against Stacy’s chest and the younger woman held onto it almost subconsciously. “I can always buy more and God knows from now on you’re gonna need all the handouts you can get!”

Smiling wolfishly in Stacy’s face, Charlize gave her rival a hug, during which she made a serious attempt to damage Stacy’s vertebrae, then kissed her rather roughly on the mouth and slowly got out of the ring. Her waiting entourage wrapped her up in a robe and the whole group made straight for the nearest exit.

Almost all that had been said between the two in the middle of the ring had been done so in a low tone of voice and had been lost to all amidst the overall noise. Based on the last few minutes, most people thought that what they had witnessed was a hard-fought battle between two rivals who had thereafter parted with mutual respect, without any hard feelings. As Charlize made her way through the throng, most cheered her for her valiant effort; a few jeered her as the loser of the fight. Nearly all her female peers had a look of malicious joy in their eyes, rejoicing in her defeat. Charlize paid no attention to those. She knew their reaction was natural. She was beautiful, talented, successful and they hated her – even more so since she had kicked most their asses at one time or another. They did not bother her. What did bother her was the fact that she had been beaten today, well and truly beaten. It was by no means the first time she had lost a fight but this one really stung. Having to yield to a woman she considered inferior to herself in every way, a mere nobody in terms of celebrity status, that hurt. She had not won an Oscar or commanded all those fat paychecks for nothing, so she was able to put up a good front, but she was still hurting – inside and out.

“Tsk, tsk, how the mighty have fallen!” The clear, mocking voice coming from somewhere on her immediate left abruptly pulled Charlize out of her gloomy reverie and, looking in that direction, she found herself staring directly into Angelina Jolie’s leering face.

“Really, Theron, you should go and have that wimpfluenza of yours looked at – it might start rubbing off on others!” Charlize gnashed her teeth and said nothing, so Angelina continued. You know, I knew this ever since she whipped you on the beach, and now everybody knows it!”

Again, Charlize said nothing, prompting the beautiful brunette to inquire: “Aren’t you gonna say something? That collar around your neck isn’t too tight, is it? God, Char, she just officially made you her bitch up there! She owns you! A worthless little nobody like that!” Angelina almost spat out the words, coincidentally using almost the exact same terms Charlize herself had used when speaking to Stacy moments ago.

Charlize merely gave a tired, resigned smile, then turned away and began walking. The next moment she whirled around, and as she whirled she swung, her fist slamming straight into the point of the unsuspecting brunette’s chin. The pain shot clearly to Charlize’s brain and she winced and cursed, shaking her hand vigorously, certain that she had broken it (which she had not).

As for Angelina, she simply slid down to the floor and lay on her back, arms and legs spread wide. She lifted her head and made a few attempts to rise, but was much too dazed and soon gave up the ghost, remaining still while trying to blink away the bright spots dancing before her eyes.

“That’s it?!” Charlize asked incredulously. “That’s all you got?!” Then a half-sympathetic, half-scornful smile curled her lips as she fired her poison-dripping arrow straight home: “Makes one wonder, doesn’t it? If she owns ME, where’s that leave YOU?”

As Charlize was walking out content that she had at least managed to end an otherwise dismal night on a high, Stacy was still standing in the middle of the ring, clutching the bikinis to her chest and looking more that a little troubled. Yes, she had won the fight, but her celebration had been spoiled and she did not feel like a winner at all. The pleasure of having whupped Charlize Theron’s ass had quickly turned into a major (and lasting, it would seem) headache. Deep furrows of concern creasing her brow, she just could not stop asking herself whether Charlize really could make good on her threats. Something told her she could, and remembering the look in the smoldering blue/green eyes, she knew the bitch absolutely would…