“Never Kick a Vixen”

By Jaguar8

Lara Spencer was smitten but frustrated.

The vivacious blonde entertainment hostess of TV’s “Good Morning America” had just interviewed Joe Manganiello, the muscular movie star. And she’d been enthralled by the handsome Italian’s good looks. Tall, fit and intellectually stimulating, Joe was the total package---and Lara wanted him. Bad. She hungered for the 6ft 5in actor.

But Joe was married to that trashy Sofia Vergara, the Colombian-born thespian known more for her breasts than her brains or acting ability. Possessing measurements of 38-28-39, Sofia flaunted her teats at every opportunity. (Actually, the woman’s boobs measured 32F, if one goes by cup size.) Her natural hair color was supposedly blonde, but her agent suggested she dye it brown to appear more traditional.

“She’s no blonde! That’s bullshit!” said Lara to herself as she pondered how to pry Joe loose from “that fat-breasted ignoramus!”

If Joe’s reaction on Lara’s segment of the morning show was any indication, it wouldn’t be all that difficult.. Members of the studio audience couldn’t help but notice the rather prominent bulge in the actor’s pants throughout the entire interview, especially when Luscious Lara leaned her head on Joe’s chest.

The willowy blonde was a lovely and then some. And in many respects, her measurements topped Trashy Sofia’s. At 5ft 11in, Lara towered over the Colombian Cunt. As for the rest, the numbers speak for themselves. Blessed with a 35-25-35 figure, Ms. Spencer boasted a cup size of 41B!

Plus, Luscious Lara was a fitness freak with steely washboard abs---while Sofia Vergara absolutely hated working out. She simply relied on her tits---and big ass---to open doors. But even so, the actress required a boatload of makeup---as online before-and-after photos so starkly revealed.

Lara’s rigorous fitness regimen and Nordic beauty enabled her to go virtually makeup free. Indeed, all of these attributes made Ms. Spencer magnetically appealing to Joe Manganiello. Plus, during the interview, Lara had sent Joe all the right signals that she was more than interested: a friendly slapping of his thigh, a gentle caress of the face and even a goodbye kiss that lingered a little more than usual.

After the show, Lara repaired to the network’s midtown state-of-the-art gym to vent and plot. At that early morning hour, it was deserted. Donning her sport’s bra and a tight pair of shorts, Lara hopped on the treadmill, running in place as her mind raced for a solution.

And then Joe Manganiello walked into the gym.

Jumping off the treadmill, Lara slipped on a pair of boxing gloves and began hitting the heavy bag. Lara then turned her back to Joe and began pounding the sack in rhythmic fashion, working up a healthy, sexy sweat.

“Nice punching technique, Lara!” said Joe, strolling toward the statuesque blonde.

Lara’s sweet pink nipples, which were visible through the sports bra’s cloth perked up to eraser tip dimensions.

“You should see what I do in the ring, Joe!” exclaimed the sexy blonde.

“I’ll bet!” said an intrigued Joe Manganiello.

“Well, boxing and kickboxing are solid aerobic exercising regimens,” said Lara, continuing to hit the heavy bag. “Has Sofia ever tried either one?”

“Who?”

“Sofia, you know,” said Lara at her snarkiest. And then inspiration struck, so Luscious Lara removed her sports bra---exposing her luscious breasts in all their pristine perfection.

Joe’s jaw dropped and his cock stiffened at the sight of Lara’s creamy white naked tits. “Who’s Sofia?” mumbled the smitten Manganiello.

“Why, Joe . . . Sofia is . . . your wife?” smirked Lara Spencer.

“Ohhh . .. Yeah . . . Sorry . . . I was distracted by . . . “stammered the smitten Manganiello.

“My perfectly pristine breasts?” inquired the coquettish Lara.

“Well . . . yeah. I didn’t mean to stare, Lara . . .” replied Joe.

“No worries, Joe. It’ll be our secret. We won’t tell Sofia. I wouldn’t want her to get jealous,” snarked Lara, jiggling her tits as she spoke.

Lara’s mammaries were as firm as they were round and full, succulent alabaster orbs of perfectly pristine white flesh. The dashing Italian actor was clearly entranced.

Then turning toward the heavy bag, Lara nonchalantly put on a pugilistic show for Joe. As the tall female hostess boxed, her body and breasts were bathed in a sheen of sexy sweat.

“You sure know a thing or two about the sweet science, Lara,” said Joe, whose dick was rapidly stiffening.

“Think my tits are sweet, Joe?” asked Lara seductively.

“They’re more than sweet!” replied the entranced movie star.

“Thank you. That’s high praise coming from you, handsome sir. What about Sofia . . . she’s rather heavy in the chest?” hissed Lara.

Lara then positioned herself so that her succulent breasts faced Manganiello as she continued the topless pugilistic show. While the comely TV diva’s fists hit the leather, lustrous blonde hair cascaded over her shiny shoulders; and her glorious jiggling jugs continued to enamor Joe.

“W-Who . . . are we talking about again?” asked a lust-besotted Joe Manganiello.

“Ha,ha,ha,ha! Your wife, silly---and her overly fat tits,” said Lara smarmily.

“That’s right. I mean . . . she’s an attractive woman, but the gossip columnists had a field day with those pics of Sofia without makeup,” said Joe.

“Hmmmmm, yes. I saw those photos. And they caught her at her worst!” exclaimed the tall blonde.

“Yeah, she’s at her worst without that stuff. It takes her an hour just applying foundation,” replied Joe.

“Well she IS older than you---what is it ten years?---after all?” snarked Lara.

“Seven or eight, actually. Sofia is 47 years old. But it’s not just the makeup. Her breasts. . . they sort of . . . sag. She’d give anything to have your tits’ firmness!” explained Manganiello.

“Really! You’re SO sweet, Joe. But if you must know, I’m actually older than your wife. Fifty years old, in fact!” said Lara.

“No! You look at least 15 years younger. And you wear so little makeup. Your breasts are so .youthful and firm . . . and perfectly round and full!” enthused the horny Manganiello.

“Why, thank you, dear, sweet Joe. Some of it has to do with good genes, but I owe a lot to my aerobic boxing regimen. And you now see the results in the, um, flesh. Tee-hee! Actually my cup size is 41B, but my breasts aren’t heavy---and they don’t sag . . . like some 47-year old’s teats,” said Lara, jiggling her boobs as she winked at Joe.

“You’re breasts are actually wider in cup size than my wife’s 32F tits! And yours are uber-firm!” exclaimed an incredulous Manganiello.

Satisfied that she’d completely enraptured the handsome actor---and denigrated Sofia Vergara’s biggest assets (with Joe’s eager complicity), Luscious Lara said: “Well, I didn’t mean to compare myself to Sofia,”

“There’s no comparison, Lara. Sofia is renowned for her tits, but your breasts just can’t be beat---in firmness, shape, cup-size and . . . oh, yeah, areolae. Your areolae are perfectly pink; Not dark brown like . . . like . . .” replied Joe.

“Like Sofia’s? Well, you don’t have to say it, Joe. I get the picture. But now it’s time for me to go. I must set up the rest of the week’s segments,” remarked the statuesque blonde as she toweled the perspiration from her brow, but left her tits glistening with her sweetly fragrant sweat.

“I understand, and thanks for sharing your exercise routine with me, Lara” declared Joe.

Rather than depart right away, the topless Lara sauntered toward Manganiello. “No, I should be thanking you, Joe, for being so chivalrous.”

Then she leaned in so that the nipples of both of her breasts caressed Joe’s chest as she kissed him on the lips—swiftly but seductively---making certain to insert her tongue in his mouth.

“You just made my day, Lara!” exclaimed the handsome Italian.

“Glad to be of service, Joe. Don’t worry, though. I won’t tell Sofia,” said Lara sexily.

And just before opening the exit door, the golden-haired TV hostess jiggled her glistening jugs and winked at Joe, declaring: “There’s more to come!”

Two days later, Sofia Vergara---who had just finished tending her Japanese rock garden---entered the kitchen of the Manganiello home in the Hamptons and began busily consuming cinnamon buns and churros for breakfast. Suddenly, her smartphone trilled; the Colombian actress instantly put it on speakerphone

“Hello? Yes, this is Sofia. Who eez calling?” answered the busty actress in between bites of churros.

“It’s Lara Spencer,” responded the caller.

“Oh, yesss . . . mfphhh . . . how are you, Lara? Wait, I weel put you on speakerphone!” said the star of Modern Family, motioning for her husband to approach the phone.

Sensing an opportunity to diminish her rival, Lara inquired as to the dashing actor’s whereabouts. “Hi, Sofie. You sound muffled. Are you munching on something? Is your handsome hubby there?”

“Yes, yes. He’s right here,” responded the clueless Colombian woman.

“Hi there, big guy! How are you and your amazing pecs?” exclaimed Lara, addressing the object of her desire.

“This is a surprise,” said Joe, who started to get a boner.

“A pleasant one, I hope!” said the sexy blonde hostess.

“Always!” answered Joe as his dick engorged just thinking of Lara’s jiggling naked tits.

“What eez theez all about?” asked Sofia.

“Oh, Lara’s a gym rat. That’s all,” volunteered Joe.

“Let me tell you something about Joe, Sofie. He certainly knows his way around the gym. Did you know we exercised together the other day, Sofie?” added the snarky blonde.

“No . . . no. he never mentioned it . . .” mumbled Sophia, still stuffing her mouth with breakfast pastries.

“Well, no matter. I was working up a sweat hitting the heavy bag . . . doing my daily aerobic boxing . . . and Joe was so gallant. He didn’t feel a bit uncomfortable about my outfit---or lack thereof! TeeHee!” hissed Luscious Lara.

“I’m so glad that Joe didn’t make fun of your sweatpants, Lara,” responded the uncomprehending brunette.

“No, Joe actually complimented my near-birthday suit. But here’s why I called, Sofie. I’d like you and Joe to appear on GMA tomorrow morning to round out the Pop News segment. I know its short notice, but it would be quite a boost for your career. Especially now that “Hot Pursuit” that movie you made with Reese Witherspoon . . . well . . . let’s just say that it underwhelmed at the box office,” said Lara condescendingly.

“Actually, I thought that . . .” began Sofia.

“It doesn’t matter what YOU thought, Sofie. The audience is what counts, girl!” said Lara.

“Well, the creeteex said . . .”

“That Sofia Vergara is a ‘walking hourglass figure’ who utters such lines as ‘Meester Cherlox Homes’----snapped Luscious Lara Spencer.

“Well, ok. What do I have to do on GMA tomorrow?” responded Sofia meekly.

“Just bring your handsome husband! Sorry to box you into a corner, girl. But you will have the surprise of your life. And millions are going to see it!” announced the triumphant blonde.

“T-T-Thank you. I theenk. But can I also bring in some samples from my Japanese rock garden to show the audience?” responded the overwhelmed Vergara.

“Bring those---and the ones in your head, girl! HaHaHaHa!” snarked the haughty blonde.

ADVANTAGE: LADY LARA SPENCER!

After that exchange, Joe Manganiello took a powder---to go jerk off in the bathroom.

Early the next morning, Sofia and Joe were whisked away by limo to the GMA studios.

“There he is!” exclaimed Lara Spencer as she welcomed Joe Manganiello with a smooch on the lips that lingered a little too long for Sofia’s taste.

But Sofia didn’t know the half of it, as the statuesque blonde made certain to lustily swirl her tongue in Joe’s mouth.

A cameraman had blocked the Colombian star’s view.

“And it’s so nice to see the little woman!” exclaimed Lara, embracing Sophia in what was an almost painful bear hug.

Lara was clad in a fetching black leather dress that literally hugged her prominent breasts. The sleeveless number allowed the Pristinely Beautiful Lara Spencer to bare her well-toned arms. And her 3-inch Manolo pumps made the already tall blonde even taller—and a perfect complement to the 6ft.5inch Maganiello.

“N-Nice to see you, too, Lara,” squeaked Sofia.

“Well, let’s get you two to make-up. But I see that you have quite a bit on already, Sofia!” said the stealthy Lady Spencer.

“S-s-si,” stammered an embarrassed Sofia.

“No matter, girl. You probably wanted to shine for your handsome hunk of a husband. I can see that Joe doesn’t need a lick of make-up, though. Now let’s get a move-on to the stage. The interview is about to start!” commanded Luscious Lara, clasping Joe Manganiello’s hand and leading him to the set---with Sofia trailing behind.

Lara sat in between Joe and his timorous wifey.

“For those of you tuning in, it’s true. I’m over the moon for Joe Manganiello, seated to my right. Action star; romantic lead; first-rate actor. Joe is the whole package. My apologies to his current mate, Sofia Vergara, who occupies the chair to my left. It’s just that Joe WOWs me with all his magnificent talent. And he’s pretty easy on the eyes . . .TeeHee . . . too!” announced Lara, whose introduction praised Manganiello to the hilt while undercutting his lowly wife.

“Thank you, Lara. You are so very sweet and as fragrant as the morrow’s dew!” exclaimed Joe Manganiello.

“Be still by throbbing heart. ‘Tis Romeo that beckons!” responded Lady Lara Spencer.

By this time, Sofia was becoming uneasy.

“What am I—shopped leever?” exclaimed Sofia, mangling the English.

“Oh, so sorry, Sofia. I was just enthralled by your hubby’s Shakespearean soliloquy. He’s amazing! But now let me get to you, Ms. Vergara. You’ve gained some notoriety for your role in the television series “Modern Family,” but—and I hope you’ll forgive my impudence---your movie career has, well, laid an egg!” said Lara.

“This is about acting, not frying eggs,” responded the clueless Colombian.

“HaHaHaHa . . . no, ‘laying an egg’ means you bombed at the box office, honey!” explained Lara, lording it over her unsettled rival.

“I am t-talented actress,” mumbled Sofia meekly.

“Well, you’re no doubt suited for certain meaty roles---as the audience can see from how you fill out the seat cushion. That is, you lead from behind . . . bigly . . . Tee Hee!” hissed Lara.

“I have the ability to be a beeg star, yes? Just look at me!” declared Sophia, who stood up and twirled about---giving the studio audience and TV viewers a panoramic view of her mini-skirted body.

However, the sharp-eyed Lara noticed a tell-tale imperfection on the Colombian woman’s frame.
“Zaftig is the appropriate word here, viewers. But tell me, Sofie, what do you do about the cellulite problem?”

“Whaa . . . ?” replied the dumbfounded Vergara.

“Your cottage-cheese thighs, girl!” said Lady Spencer at her most condescending.

When the clueless Colombian turned to check out her imperfections, Lara nodded, which was a signal to the cameraman to zoom in on Sofia’s heavily-dimpled thighs (and part of her butt). The studio audience and millions of viewers at home watched as the supposed sexpot was taken down a notch.

“No worries, Sofie, Older women have to deal with such body issues. And you’re, what, 48?” asked Lara snidely.

“N-No. I’m 47!” responded Vergara.

“Wow, I’m already 50, making me older than you, Sofie!” said Lara

“My name is Sofia---S-O-F-F-I-A-----not Sofie!” said the Colombian actress.

“Whatever, but there’s only one “F” in Sofia, Sofie. HaHaHaHaHa!” roared Lara.

Joe Manganiello intervened. “Lara is just having a little fun with you, um, Sofie!”

“See, Handsome Joe gets it! We’re keeping it lighthearted,” added Lara.

“Y-Yes . . . S-Si . . . I get eet,” responded Sofia meekly.

“That’s a good girl. Look, I’m 3 years older than Sofie . . . .” continued Lara.

“But you sure don’t look it. Actually, you look 35!” chimed in Joe Manganiello.

“Awwwwww,” said Lara, shooting a look directly at Sofia, before planting a buss on Joe’s lips while once again furtively slipping her tongue in his mouth.

The studio audience cheered Lara’s lingering kiss.

“Want to see me buss Joe again, people?” the Sexy Ms. Spencer asked the studio audience, eyeing Manganiello and then throwing shade at Vergara before locking lips with Joe—and plunging her torrid tongue in his mouth.

And this was a long and soulful kiss that lasted a full a full 5 minutes, prompting the show to go directly to a commercial break.

Sofia should have been enraged with Lara Spencer’s brazen flirtation, but she was clearly intimidated by the elegant blonde.

As Good Morning America returned from its commercial break, Lara once again turned to the studio audience and asked: “Can I kiss or what, people?”

The applause was deafening, diminishing an already deflated Sofia Vergara.

Getting up from her chair, with Joe in tow, Lady Spencer rose and wowed the crowd with a preening twirl and a sexy flexing of her bare-armed bicep.

Seeing how easily she had psychologically whipped Sofia’s ass, Lady Spencer went for the submission. Still hand in hand with Vergara’s husband, Lara commanded the Colombian woman to “Get up, girl! Let’s see what YOU got!”

Sofia sheepishly arose from her chair. But in attempting to twerk her body by swiveling her hips and thrusting her boobs outward, Vergara tripped and fell.

The peals of laughter of laughter for Sofia’s unintended pratfall could be heard as far away as the streets of midtown Manhattan.

“Now THAT was classic comedy, Sofie!” said Lara snarkily.

As the flustered, embarrassed and humiliated actress scrambled to get up, she shouted out “So what’s your cup size, Lara?!”

“41B!” thundered the statuesque, stunning and silencing the Colombian trollop.

All at once, the entire studio audience erupted in a spontaneous standing ovation.

“Thank you, everyone, Thank you so much! Here’s the thing, in addition to good genes, I’m tall. And my body measurements are all wonderfully proportional to my frame. Take Sophie, here. Her 32F cup size, though eye-catching for comedic purposes, isn’t symmetrical with her frame,” explained the Luscious Lady Spencer. “And what that means is that my hooters are bigger in width---and are firmer in shape---than my leetle Colombian friend! TeeHee . . HaHaHa!”

The second standing ovation of the morning stunned Sofia Vergara, who slumped back in her seat. And as the show went to yet another a commercial break, Joe Manganiello surprisingly lifted Lara’s arm in triumph, much as he would a winning prize fighter’s.

Having psychologically pummeled her Colombian rival, Lara quickly set up the endgame of the day’s encounter when everyone returned from the break. “Well, we all had some fun during the last segment. But now I have a surprise that will make Sofie Vergara’s day! Are you ready, girl?”

“It’s SOFIA. That’s S-O- . . . I forget,” whined Vergara.

“Whatever. How would you like to win an Oscar, Sofie?” asked Lara.

“You mean the Sesame Street puppet?” responded the clueless actress.

Turning to Joe Manganiello , Lara rolled her eye and smirked. But then Lady Spencer continued. “No, Sophie. I mean an Academy Award!”

“That would be so threeling!” screeched Sofia.

“What I have here,” said Lara, displaying a bound notebook, “is the script for a movie that is tailor-made for Ms. Vergara---that’s you, Sofie---but there’s a catch. The director wants us---that’s you and me, Sofie---to participate in a live audition on this show. Right here. Right now.”

“What eez the movie about?” asked Sofia.

“It’s based on an old Max Fleischer Popeye cartoon---the one where Olive Oyl, Popeye’s girlfriend, takes a beating from a beautiful blonde bombshell in the ring! In the end, Olive Oyl wins, though. But that’s because she cheats by eating spinach,” explained Lara.

“Boxeo?” asked a quizzical Vergara.

“Yes, it’s a live-action remake of that cartoon, but one with a plot and characterization. The director wants to watch us spar live on this show; and if he likes what he sees, we get to star in the movie!” said Lara.

“What part would you play?” inquired Sofia.

“April North, the sexy and powerful blonde who steals Popeye away from Olive Oyl!” said Luscious Lara with undisguised glee.

“And what eez my r-role?” asked a tremulous Sofia.

“You would play Olive Oyl, of course!” snarked the GMA hostess.

Rifling through the script, Sofia yelped in outrage: “But she’s a skinny, flat-chested loser. A-And I-I am . . .”

“A zaftig loser . . . That is, you would play the loser, Sofie! In this movie, which is a remake, Olive Oyl will not be able to avail herself of the spinach. So the she’ll be in for quite the beating at the hands of the better boxer and superior woman, April!” said Lara wickedly.

“But, but . . .” said a dejected Sofia.

“Look, if you’re concerned about the wardrobe---they’ve told me that you wouldn’t need to wear a brassiere, which means that gravity and your natural sagging process would make for the perfect Olive Oyl!” said Lara derisively.

Sensing his spouse’s confusion---and yearning for the impending clash between Sexy Lady Spencer and the Saggy-breasted Sofia---Joe Manganiello intervened: “Listen to me, Sofia. This movie could net you a Best Actress Oscar. It’s the role of a lifetime, like Hillary Swank’s female boxer in “Million Dollar Baby!”

“Then I weel do eet!” declared Sofia

“All right,” said Lara Spencer to the audience,” let’s get this show on the road! When we return from the commercial break, Sofie and I will square off in a special boxing ring---right here in the GMA studio!”

“Thees eez so exciting!” exclaimed Sofia as she slid between the ropes of the boxing ring that the GMA production crew had erected.

Then the entire studio went dark---except for one beam of light that focused on the robed figure entering the ring as the voice of Joe Manganiello announced the arrival of: “LADY LARA SPENCER. ENTERING THE RING, THE INDOMITABLE, INVINCIBLE BLONDE BOMBSHELLWEIGHS IN AT 125 LBS. AND STANDS 5 FT, 11 IN TALL. Her opponent, Sofie ‘the Streetwalker’ Vergara, weighs in at 140 lbs and stands at 5 ft. 5in.”

Shedding her robe, Lady Lara Spencer wowed the studio audience with the taut abs of her bare midriff----and a skin-tight see-through sport top that accentuated the blonde TV star’s 41-B cup size.

Sophia’s outfit also displayed her bare midriff, but Vergara’s abs were pretty much non-existent. In fact, the Colombian actress sported a bit of a paunch and overhanging love handles.

“Looks like someone should lay off the churros, audience. Tee-Hee!”snarked Lara.

Irked by that comment and the fact that her husband had announced Lara first---and greatly annoyed by the ‘Streetwalker’ moniker Joe had given her---Sofia stepped forward to meet her foe in the center of the ring.

“Ready for the Boxeo, Streetwalker Sofie?” asked Lara, towering over her Colombian rival.

“M-More than ready. Are you?” retorted Sophia Vergara, backing up as the taller woman walked into the brunette’s personal space, pushing the actress back and establishing Lara’s blonde dominance.

“More than ready to humble you, Sofie. But before we begin the fisticuffs, I want to thank Joe for serving as referee!” said Lady Spencer, turning to Manganiello and thrusting a wickedly swirling tongue into the mouth of Sofia’s husband. Though the viewers at home couldn’t see the blatant French kiss, the studio audience got an eyeful.

For his part, Joe Manganiello, returned Lara’s kiss---and his cock hardened. Adding insult to injury, Lara stroked Joe’s boner with her gloved hand and she finished off her kiss with a quick licking of Manganiello’s neck.

Noticing his wife’s white-hot rage, Joe motioned for the fight to begin.

Despite her trepidation, Sofia came out swinging. Wildly.

“WHOOSH!” sounded throughout the studio as Sophia’s girlie punch missed Lara.

Lady Spencer responded to Vergara’s amateur aggression with a left jab to her opponent’s face---followed by a one-two combination to Sophia’s jiggling belly.

“OOOF-OOF!” responded the winded Colombian woman.

“I like the sound of that, Sofie!” said Luscious Lara Spencer. “Let’s do that again!”

“N-N-N-NH . . . OOOF-OOOF!” gurgled Sophia as Lara methodically pummeled Vergara’s squishy tummy meat.

Winking at Joe Manganiello, Lady Lara Spencer smiled and said: “I’m loving this Joe. Are you?”

To which Joe responded, under his breath so that neither the studio audience nor the viewers at home could hear: “I am definitely loving it! Rough up the Streetwalker some more!”

“Hear that, cunt? Joe wants me to beat you up on national television. And believe me, slut, this weel hurt, HaHaHaHa!” snarled the haughty blonde, unloading a right cross to Sofia’s jaw, followed by wicked left hook to the Colombian’s temple.

“Gnuhhhhhh . . . Oh . .. oh . . .aieeeeee . . . uhhhhhh!”

Lara smiled at her inferior opponent, smacking two stinging jabs to Sofia’s face, followed by a clout to the hapless Colombian woman’s nose, bloodying Vergara’s proboscis.

“Ulppppppp . . . uhhhhh … Gahhhh!” screeched Sofia

“Consider that your second nose job, Sofie! But this one’s free, bitch! You didn’t have to scrape up money as a whore in Bogota to pay for it!” gloated Lady Lara Spencer, humiliating the actress physically and psychologically.

Knocking her foe’s head back with crisp blows to the forehead, Lara continued to batter Sofia senseless.

“Uhhhh . . .Gnuhhhh . . . Owwwwww!” gurgled Vergara as Lady Lara Spencer easily established her dominance over the Colombian Streetwalker with punishing clouts to the cheekbones and ears.

A reeling Sofia backpedaled in panic as the tall blonde goddess administered a cruel fistic walloping, smashing an overhand right that cut and bloodied Vergara’s lip.

“Hah! I just gave you a fat lip to go with your fat-as-a-cow ass, Sofie!’ chortled Luscious Lara.

Watching in awe as his wife took her lumps from the Sexy Lara Spencer, Joe Manganiello sprang a massive boner. Lara Spencer smiled, and seeing Joe’s cock stiffen, she ramped up her attack on the Colombian cunt.

Lady Spencer punched Sofia all around the studio ring, combining clouts to Vergara’s soft gut with left and right crosses to the Columbian’s temples.

“Ulppppp! OOF-OOF-OOF! Gnuhhhhhhhhhhh! Nihhhhhhh-OOF! Gahhhhhhh!” yelped the hapless actress.

A chopping left to the face was followed by a blistering right hook to the belly, leaving Vergara wobbly, dazed and whimpering. Next came a devastating right to the head and a thunderous left to the ribcage.

The spent and sorry-looking Sofia quaked in fear and pain as the statuesque blonde goddess pummeled her lowly foe without letup.

“I’m unloading a can of whup-ass on you, bitch! And you haven’t laid a glove on me! HaHaHaHa!” gloated Lady Lara Spencer, continuing to humiliate the thoroughly outclassed actress from ring corner to ring corner.

As her silky blonde locks cascaded around her exquisite visage, Lady Lara Spencer twisted her broad shoulders into sinking hooks to Sofia’s pelvis---and then, drove a straight right to Vergara’s sternum.

Sofia wobbled and shook, and Lara turned to the studio audience and asked: “Should I stop beating her up, people?”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” came the loud en masse reply.

“What do you think I should do to wifey, my darling Joe?” inquired the coquettish blonde bombshell, winking at Sofia’s husband with a wicked smile while continuing to pepper the Colombian with precision punches all over.

“Let her have it in the worst way!” responded Joe Manganiello.

“You mean like this?” said the snarky blonde temptress, unleashing a new assault on her out-of-shape rival.

After clubbing Vergara’s right and left ears, Lara began jabbing Sofia’s forehead repeatedly. Then Lady Spencer upgraded her fistic attack, launching rapid-fire uppercuts to the Colombian’s jutting chin. The brunette’s head snapped back with each vicious clout. Then Lara spun Sofia around with a right cross to the jaw.

And as the actress teetered and tottered in circles, Lady Lara Spencer punched Sofia’s overhanging love handles. Two kidney punches followed, which left the hapless Vergara howling in pain.

“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Sofia’s arms dropped uselessly to her side as Lara shifted her focus to her ignominious rival’s jiggling belly.

“Come closer, Sweet Joe---and watch me demolish your overrated fat wife on TV!” declared the sexy blonde, stuffing four successive one-two combinations to the Colombian’s sweaty midriff.

“OOF-OOOF-NIHHHHH-UHHHHHHHHHH-NHHHH-OOF-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF-OH-OH-OOF!” gurgled Sofia.

Lara’s relentless pounding of the Vergara’s unsightly stomach meat stiffened Joe Manganiello’s cock even more.

Winking once again, Sexy Lara Spencer blew Joe a kiss and said: “I can see you’re happy to see me kicking the living shit out of this sorry excuse of a wife. So I’ll say be still my beating heart as I hand wifey a most humiliating beating!”

“Heh-heh . . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” responded a deliriously horny Joe Manganiello.

The studio audience---and the viewers at home---no doubt believed that this entire boxing scenario was a staged event in much the same way that WWE bouts are choreographed. Perhaps the women in the audience and at home bought that. But every red-blooded American male watching the bout knew exactly what was going on. Seeing Lara Spencer’s one-sided beat-down of the surprisingly timorous and woefully weak Sofia Vergara was the stuff of catfighting dreams.

Lara continued to pound the Colombian woman’s gelatinous gut with delicious glee, and as Sofia’s head drooped and her body sagged forward, Lady Spencer straightened Vergara with an uppercut to the chin.

“Gnuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!” yelped Sofia.

The brunette’s bitch’s reflexive response gave the mighty blonde an opening to smash a straight punch to her overwhelmed foe’s eye.

“WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMPPPPPP!”

“There you go, Sofie. I felt so guilty that my punching had ruined your makeup, so now I’ve given you a black eye to, um, make up for it. Maybe the studio audience will take a shiner to you now! TeeHee . .Ah . . . HaHaHaHaHa!” exclaimed Lady Lara Spencer.

The studio audience----and Joe Manganiello--- erupted in a gale of laughter, too.

“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” screamed the pitiful actress, filling up with tears of defeat and humiliation.

But there was no time for self-pity, as a gleeful Lara Spencer gave Sofia Vergara a super-speed-bag facial---rocking and socking Vergara’s already haggard countenance with authority and precision punching, each clout exploding on Sofie’s face.

And as the humiliating blows pounded and rearranged Sofia’s features---bloodying the Colombian’s nose and lip yet again---Lara heaped scorn on her inferior rival.

“Not so sexy now are you, Sofie? Lady Lara Spencer has been spanking your chubby body something wicked. But now I am going to put an even bigger hurt on you, bitch. Yup! This blonde goddess is gonna pulverize your bulbous peasant puppies! Watch me lay some serious mitt on your fat tits!

“WHOOMP! THUDD-THUDD-WHOOMP! SMACK-THUMP-THUMP-THUMPETTY-SMACK!” sounded throughout the studio as Gorgeous Lara Spencer’s gloved fists walloped the Colombian woman’s fleshy orbs from every angle.

A bell sounded, ending the round and Sofia Vergara’s agony (for the moment). And as the show went to an obligatory commercial break, Sofia regrouped, collecting her senses. She then asked her corner men to bring back some water and the clothes she’d worn at the beginning of the show.

The bottled water they supplied slaked her thirst, reviving the battered brunette. Sofia splashed some of the water on her mountainous breasts, giving the corner men a revelatory view of the Colombian’s still scrumptious teats. And while their eyes were glued to the brunette’s massive tit flesh, Sofia extracted two stones---rocks that had adorned her Japanese rock garden---and inserted one in each boxing glove.

Seconds later, the bell initiating the second round rang.

Eager to dish out more punishment, a smirking, uber-confident Lara strode forward. But as she began to dance around her the seemingly lumbering Sofia, the Colombian actress issued a wild, out-of-nowhere right cross that dropped Lara Spencer on her arse.

Disoriented and startled by both the suddenness and the ferocity of Vergara’s blow, the blonde hostess struggled to beat the count.

Stumbling as she attempted to stand, Lara finally found her footing and arose at the count of 7. But she was clearly in pain and backpedaling in retreat as Sofia moved in on Spencer and pounded a one-two combination to the blonde’s mid-section.

No sooner had she belched “OOF!” than Lara found herself on the receiving end of left hook to the jaw. Though Vergara’s punch did not floor the blonde, her knees buckled---and it hurt like a motherfucker. Unfortunately for the GMA hostess, Sofia pressed on with her surprising assault. Focusing her fists on Spencer’s alleged 41-B-cup tits, the brunette mashed, smashed and pancaked both of Lara’s boobs.

But as Spencer instinctively covered her breasts, she herself wide open for Vergara’s next blow: a wind-milling right uppercut that put the blonde flat on her back. This time, Lara barely made it to the count of 9 before Vergara charged in and began pummeling Lara with lefts and rights to the face.

“Uhhhhhh . . . Ohhhhhhh . . . Aieeeee . . . . Nhhhhhhh ….. Urkkk!” yelped the helpless blonde, absorbing an unexpected and humiliating pasting from her brunette rival.

Aided by the Japanese stones in her boxing gloves, Sofia was proving to be more than a match for the blonde, whose dishwater locks hung in disarray around her perspiration-soaked visage,

Sofia was clearly relishing her new-found dominance---and earning the respect of her husband, who was now sporting a boner as he watched his wife punch out the formerly formidable Lady Spencer.

Vergara wanted Lara’s suffering to linger, so the buxom Colombian woman jab-jab-jabbed-Spencer’s face repeatedly.

“Not so tough now, are you?” said Sofia, switching tactics and unleashing a vicious right to Lara’s nose.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” howled the GMA hostess as blood trickled from her schnozz.

“That was so nice, cunt,” said Sofia “I think you deserve another,” now dishing out a left to the blonde’s pointy proboscis.

Then came a thunderous uppercut to the snooty Spencer’s chin that sent the GMA skank into the ropes. When Lara bounced back, Sofia’s pelted and pounded the taller woman’s face with merciless rights and lefts.

The bloodied and battered blonde vixen teetered and tottered, almost awaiting Vergara’s next assault. Unable to fight back or even defend herself, the GMA hostess had to endure a three-minute volley of clubbing blows to her bruised belly and alabaster breasts.

“Thought you were so high and mighty, Lara? Shouted Sofia “Well, you’re nothing but a skinny, flat-chested whore!!!”

“OOOF-OOF! Gnuhhhhh-uhhhh! Gahhhh! Nihhhhhh!” gurgled the nearly unconscious dishwater blonde.

But fortune was smiling on Lara Spencer, as the bell ending the round rang---seconds before Vergara could kayo Lara.

Though smelling salts revived the blonde vixen, Lara wondered if it might be time to forfeit the fight. Sofia Vergara was proving to be a pretty powerful puncher, and the GMA hostess was getting scared. Too late. The bell announcing Round 3 rang.

Sofia pounced on the timorous blonde in a flash, pouring into Lara with a sweeping right and a sidewinding left, smacking Spencer’s firm jugs with undisguised relish---and sapping the GMA hostess’s confidence.

“Gahh-OOOOF!” grunted the Lara, as the Vergara juggernaut worked over blondie’s tit flesh.

“Sofia is mangling your puny girl-scout puppies, you filthy tramp!” declared the triumphant Colombian sexpot.”

The GMA hostess was wilting in the ring. As Vergara’s gloves worked over Lara’s tits, Lara was stooping forward and just taking it. “Ohhhhh . . .. Uhhhhh . . . OOF-OOF-OOF!” grunted the blonde.

A jarring left uppercut to Spencer’s pointy chin---followed by left and right crosses to the face---stunned Lara. The taller woman draped her arms over Sofia’s shoulders in a desperate attempt at a clinch. But Vergara wouldn’t allow it, stuffing brutal hooks into Lara’s abs.

Sofia’s punches to the paunch were turning the GMA hostess into a hot fucking mess. Lara’s arms hung uselessly by her side as Vergara just wailed away, punishing the blonde’s bruised belly with impunity.

This was a mistake, thought Lara Spencer. Sofia is too p-powerful. She’s cleaning my clock . . . before a national audience.

“OOOOF!” groaned Lara, continuing to absorb even more clouts to her tummy.

With her matted blonde mane obscuring half her face, Lara winced as each incoming blow rocked her body and her confidence. She looked just about done.

“Thought you’d steal my husband, did you? HA! I am proving to be the better woman—a REAL woman! And you’re nothing but a homely, skinny skank with itsy-bitsy titties!” declared Sofia, smacking left and right crosses to the swooning blonde’s jaw.

“THUDDDDDDDDDDD!” down went Spencer’s body as she pitched face-first to the canvas.

“1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . .” counted the referee over Lara’s prone body.

The stunned studio audience watched in shock as Sofia Vergara preened and pranced over the fallen Lara Spencer: “SHE EEZ FEENEESHED, PEEPOOL!”

But the referee had not yet completed the count.

“5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . 8 . . .----“

And then at the count of 9, Lady Lara Spencer miraculously stirred and uneasily stood up!

But as Sofia moved in ready to resume her drubbing of the blonde vixen, the bell sounded ending a most brutal round for the GMA hostess.

And then it happened. While adjusting her top, Sofia accidentally let the Japanese stones fall out of Sofia’s gloves.

“Fucking big-assed cheater! I’m gonna tear you apart, Streetwalker Sofie!” snarled Lara as the next round began.

“I don’t need any rocks to kick your bony ass, little-titty Lara!” retorted Vergara.

Not losing a step, Sofia bounded forward and smashed a roundhouse right to Lara’s ribs. Next came a left hook to the temple that jarred the blonde. The Colombian female followed up her attack by repeatedly and effectively jab-jab-jabbing Spencer’s forehead.

The wobbly blonde was flustered, flummoxed and frustrated.

“Gunuhhhhh . . . Uhhhhhh . . . Ulppppp . . . Urkkkk!” yelped Lara as Sofia’s leather bounced off the blonde’s countenance.

Sofia mixed up her assault by smashing a straight punch directly into Lara’ pointy nose.

“Gahhhhhh . . . AIEEEEE!” squawked the startled GMA hostess.

As blood once again trickled from Spencer’s nostril, Sofia boxed the blonde’s ears and smashed a right hook to Lara’s mouth.

A panicky Lara Spencer backpedaled, but to no avail. Sofia Vergara was relentless, smacking her rival with stinging blows up and down Lara’s body.

An uppercut sent Lara into the turnbuckle, and Sofia moved in quickly to put the finishing hurt on her taller opponent. In addition to pounding punches to the chin, Sofia beat Lara’s belly mercilessly. Lara’s breasts became Sofia’s next target: “No man is ever gonna want to suck your puny puppies after I pancake them flatter than they already are, blondie!”

“Ohhhhh . . . Nihhh . . . Gnuuuuuuuuh . . . OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF . . . AIEEEEEE!” screamed the spent Lady Spencer.

Sofia was clubbing and clouting Lara into compliance. It was just about over, and the GMA hostess seemed ready to either go down for good or . . . surrender.

But the greedy Colombian star wanted more---complete subjugation. So rather than putting away the ashen-faced GMA hostess with a knockout haymaker, Sofia shouted: “Mamasita Vergara eez pummeling you, blondie. Embarrassing the SHEET out of you for all the world to see. Sofia eez DEEmolishing your trailer-park tater-tot tits, BEETCH!”

“WHOOOOOMP-WWWHOOOMP-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SQUISH-SQUISH-SMACKETTY-SMACK!’ reverberated around the studio as Sofia sent blow after blow into the blonde’s deflating chest, making mincemeat of Lady Lara Spencer’s tenderized teat meat.

However, despite the horrific beating her breasts were absorbing, the blonde hung on!

Then the bell announcing the end of the round ended. Lady Spencer had managed to survive! And that spoke volumes about her courage and grit.

When the next round began, it was a rejuvenated Lara Spencer that met her foe mid-ring, and a look of determination was etched on Lara’s aristocratic face as she sexily blew a lock of golden hair out of her eyes and smiled cruelly at the suddenly frightened Colombian wench.

Lara stormed out, announcing "THAT ALL YOU GOT, YOU SLIMY PEASANT? COME OUT AND FIGHT, CUNT!"

Re-establishing her dominance, Lara began bouncing jabs and stinging blows off the Colombian peasant’s face. A left right combination to the gut halted Vergara in her tracks, and a left hook cracked sharply against Vergara’s chin.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” gurgled the Bogota bitch.

“Not so strong without those rocks in your gloves, peasant? You’re nothing but a backwater HO, a tramp who needs to be humbled at the hands of her superior!” asserted the Pristine Lady Lara Spencer.

Lara kept up her frenzied pugilistic pace, sending ruinous blows to the peasant woman’s jaw---and smiting the groggy Colombian with humiliating punches to the face.

“Urkkkkk . . . Gahhhhhh . . . Aieeee-gnuhhhhhhhh!” gurgled the swarthy Sofia as the Beautiful Blonde Vixen issued left and right hooks to both of Vergara’s cheekbones---and then a steady speedbag facial beating. In between, Lady Lara Spencer didn’t forget to pummel the brunette slut’s prodigious paunch.

“OOF-OOF-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOF-OOOOF!” grunted the Vergara Ragdoll as Lara’s leathered hands plunged into the Colombian’s sweaty stomach flesh,

Lara continued her mastery, banging one-two punches off Sofia’s face and taunting the lowly streetwalker.

“Think you’re a star, Sofie? Well, you can’t act and you certainly can’t fight, cunt. Unless you’re cheating. But that’s kinda, um, part of your DNA!” snarled Lara, sending a nasty left hook to the Streetwalking peasant woman’s chin.

“”GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the inferior woman as the Blonde Vixen continued to dominate her rival.

A groggy Vergara was spent and just waiting to be knocked out, but the Colombian female rallied a bit and fended off an oncoming haymaker by her blonde rival.

An infuriated Lara launched another blow; yet that, too, was deflected by Sofia. Ducking and weaving away from Lady Spencer’s clouts saved Vergara from another beating; and this ploy also began to tucker out the blonde.

Rather than meekly submit to any further humiliations, Sofia hit upon a strategy that just might snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. As the winded blonde attempted to punish Vergara with kidney punches, Sofia contorted her body and smothered Lara in a clinch.

And while Lara was rapidly weakening, Sofia went to work inside, clubbing the blonde’s belly with rapid-fire blows. Successive one-two combinations to Lara’s pale stomach meat forced Spencer to backpedal.

“Uhhhhh-OOF; OOF-OOOF-OOOF!” moaned a shocked Lady Spencer.

Even more shocking was the next sequence of events. Emboldened by her surprising comeback, Sofia launched a right cross and a left uppercut to Spencer’s chin. DOWN went the dishwater blonde. DOWN on one knee. The bell rang, ending the round; but Sofia landed another blow nonetheless. This one was psychological.

Stripping off her top, Sofia Vergara announced: “From here on in, BEETCH, I’m fighting topless. Are you woman enough to bear your puny breasts, blondie?”

A dazed Lady Spencer could not muster a response as she stumbled to her corner and awaited for the bell announcing the next round.

When that bell sounded, a still shaky Lara emerged. But she had not removed her top. ADVANTAGE: SOFIA VERGARA..

The bodacious brunette came out smoking hot---literally and figuratively, pasting a crisp punch on the jaw of her blonde opponent. Sofia followed that blow with punishing rights and lefts to Lara’s solar plexus.

A follow-up left hook cracked sharply against Lara’s chin, buckling Spencer’s legs.

Sofia stepped in closer now, pounding Lara harder to the body---and sending the startled dishwater blonde reeling. Spencer attempted to respond with a slinging right cross, but the blow was deftly blocked by the brunette.

“That all you got, blondie?” queried Vergara, punishing the GMA hostess with a flurry of wicked face shots. A filthy right cross smacked Lara’s jaw, twisting the blonde’s head sideways.

Brutal body shots came next, both jolting and humbling Lady Spencer. The Colombian streetwalker was cleaning Lara’s clock. Sofia was turning the once haughty blonde into a quivering punching bag.

“Gnuhhhhhhhh!” groaned Lara as Sofia lifted a left uppercut to blondie’s jaw.

To everyone’s surprise, Sophia was dictating the tempo of this fight, dominating the once formidable Lara at will. Sensing victory was within her grasp, the ultra-buxom brunette, hammered the GMA hostess mercilessly, pounding the blonde with wickedly painful body shots---and flooring her with a terrific left hook.

The GMA audience was up on its feet as the ref began counting. As he reached the count of 4, the bell sounded.

Lara needed to be helped to her corner by Joe Manganiello, who whispered something in the Blonde Vixen’s ear.

And then Joe suddenly strode to his wife’s corner.

A broad smile emerged on Sofia’s face as Joe swept his wife off her feet. Caressing her massive sagging breasts, Manganiello proceeded to plunge his tongue into the Streetwalking peasant’s yearning mouth.

“T-That was so sweet, Joe,” moaned a swooning Sofie---unaware that Manganiello had taken her bottle of water.

Manganiello continued distracting his wifey by swooping down and sucking her bulbous teats. Then turning on his heels the tall Italian actor headed back to Dame Lady Lara Spencer.

Upon reaching the Blonde Vixen’s corner, Joe hand Sofia’s bottle of water to the GMA hostess. Lara took a sniff and angrily poured the contents onto the canvas.

“Steroid Water?!” snarled an angry Lara. “Let’s see you what you can do without this Performance Enhancing shit, Bitch. Fight me woman-to-woman fair and square!”---and stripped off her top while shedding her boxing gloves.

“I don’t need any PEDs to take you, cunt!” responded the confident Colombian woman.

As the bell announcing the next round rang, Sofia shed her gloves and bounded forward.

Meeting here foe in mid-ring, an enraged Lara Spencer lashed out with a looping right cross---that missed!

“You meesed, CUNT!” smirked Sofia, seizing the initiative and sending a left hook that did NOT miss the blonde’s jaw. Another blow---a right haymaker to Spencer’s cheekbone---jolted the GMA hostess. And a sweet uppercut dumped the blonde on her butt.

Lara got to her feet quickly, but the brunette powerhouse was even swifter, setting upon the flaxen-haired female and pounding the blonde’s face with a jab-jab-jabbing attack. A right cross soon followed, jolting the bewildered GMA hostess back on her haunches.

Stunned and dejected, Lara willed her rubbery legs to stand. However, before the once dominant blonde could orient herself, Sofia smashed a left hook to Lara’s right

ear—followed by another knuckle-sandwich to Spencer’s left ear.

“Like I said, BEETCH! I don’t need PEDs to whip your bony ass and puny girl-scout titties! Can you hear me, CUNT! HaHaHaHaHaHa!” roared Sofia, bitch-slapping the dishwater blonde’s face to and fro.

The tall blonde was a pitiful sigh. A wobbly shell of her former self, Lara simply stood there as Sofia kept up her ferocious fistic attack.

The Colombian woman was now concentrating on Lara’s’s midriff—depositing 8 bare-knuckled fists into Lara’s belly.

“OOF! OOF-OOF! OOF-OOF-OOOOOOF! OOF! OOOOOOOOOF!” gurgled the overmatched dishwater blonde.

Spencer’s once taut washboard abs were now fleshy slabs of alabaster stomach meat. And as Vergara’s bare knuckles methodically worked over Spencer’s mid-section, Lara meekly absorbed the punishment in timorous resignation.

It seemed as if Lara Spencer had given up hope of defeating her rival. The effects of the PED water should have worn off, but Vergara appeared to have gained in strength and fighting ability.

“Ohhhhh . . . OOF!” yelped Lara as Sofia’s naked fists continued to batter the dishwater blonde’s now mushy tummy,

The unopposed brunette smiled derisively as that Spencer woman wilted at the waist. Sofia repeatedly smacked Lara’s bruised belly with a hup-hup intensity that began to arouse Joe Manganiello.

“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” groaned the stupefied Spencer, incredulous that this inferior specimen was besting her.

“You see that, BEETCH? Joe eez getting turned on watching me kick the shit out you. My husband LUVS how I am beating your pot belly, Old Lady Spencer!” declared Vergara, who lifted her left knee into Lara’s gut while simultaneously drilling blondie’s jaw with a bare-knuckled fist.

“OOOOOF . . . URKKKKKKKKK!” yelped Lara, falling to the canvas.

The disheveled blonde quickly arose, however. Only to be met with another one-two combination to the solar plexus.

“OOOOOF-OOOOOOOOF!” gurgled

But the lefts and rights to Lara’s gut were nothing compared to what else the Colombian had in store for her flaxen-haired foe.

“I am going to box your puny nubs completely flat, blondie!” exclaimed the dominating brunette.

And true to her word, Sofia began her bare-fisted assault on Lara’ teats---whipping lefts and rights directly into blonde’s side boobs and straight punches directly into the taller woman’s light pink areolae---Spencer’s pride and joy (and Joe Manganiello’s favorite licking spots)---followed by thuderous upper cuts to each under-boob.

“ULLLPPPPPPPPPPPPP—OOOOOF—GAHHHHHH---UHHHHHH!” shrieked Lady Spencer as Sofia’s powerful blows lifted blondie off her feet and dumped the nearly defeated woman on her ass.

Before Lara could muster the energy to stand, Sofia grabbed two clumps of her foe’s hair and hauled Spencer up.

The woebegone blonde simply stood there waiting for Sofia to help herself. Spencer had become a helpless, timorous mess, and Vergara methodically worked over Lara’s compliant body---clubbing the taller woman’s jaw clean and systematically pounding blondie’s belly meat with powerful rights and lefts that plunged deeply into Lara’s squishy gut flesh.

“I am beating you up, Beetch! And turning your supposedly firm abs into mincemeat. Or eez your belly simply Silly Putty?” sneered the nearly victorious Vergara.

“OOF-OOF-OOF-ULPPP-GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-Gnnnnnnnnnnh!” gurgled the once haughty Lady Spencer.

Sophia continued softening up Lara’s quivering paunch---because that’s what it had become---by smacking 12 more punches into the dishwater blonde’s breadbasket. A grunting Lara stooped forward, accepting the fistic stomach beating like a mule---without answering back!

As Lara crumpled ignominiously---her confidence utterly sapped---a hubristic Vergara pushed the hapless blondie. Lara stumbled backwards into her corner as Sofia decided to put an end to the man-stealing Spencer.

Sofia was reducing the defenseless Lady Lara Spencer to rubble in the ring!

“Thought you were gonna steal my husband, BEETCH! Not today—or ever!” thundered the Colombian woman, banging a left to the temple and bouncing a right to the jaw.

“Gurrkkkkkk-Ulppppppp!” yelped the badly hurt blonde as Sofia poured on the punishment---a one-two battering to the ribs; a fist to the forehead; and right and left hooks to each cheekbone.

Damaging blows to the body came next, followed by drilling blows to the head. Uncontested rights and lefts reaffirmed Vergara’s dominance, as the GMA hostess was being beaten senseless.

She’s defeating me . . . can’t take the pain . . .can’t take the humiliation. The PED must still be in Vergara’s system. M-Maybe I should . . s-s-submit---thought Lady Lara Spencer.

Sofia wanted more, however,

A vicious knee-lift to Lara’s battered belly made the blonde slump in her corner. But instead of knocking her hated rival out, Sofia hooked Lara’s limp arms around the ropes.

And then she began to slowly pummel the blonde’s 41B breasts, picking up speed and targeting Lara’s succulent pink areolae—smashing each teat against the blonde’s breastbone. Jabs, hooks and uppercuts followed. Lady Spencer’s beautifully pristine tits were being mercilessly mauled. Finally, Sofia upped her game with a brutal bare-fisted speed-bag battering of the taller woman’s breasts.

That Lara survived such an onslaught was surprising. But even more surprising was Vergara’s next move.

Rather than completing the task at hand, the Colombian tart turned around and headed for an aroused Joe Manganiello.

“Sofia eez going to suck your beeg steef deek and balls, husband of mine!” announced the brunette as she pulled down Manganiello’s pants and extracted his scrotum and engorged cock.

And true to her words, Sofia began to slowly---and then more rapidly---lick and slurp her husband’s testicles, sexily dripping more saliva on Joe’s balls and boner with each lingual movement.

Through woozy eyes, Lara witnessed the unfolding events with horror---and rage!

Though still hobbled by the beating she’d absorbed at the hands of the steroid-enhanced Vergara, Lady Lara Spencer sped across the ring to the stop the Colombian wench from entrancing Joe Maganiello.

Grabbing Sofia by the hair, Lara pulled the brunette away from Joe’s dick before he could cum.

“Get your filthy mouth off of my man, you dirty peasant!” howled the blonde!

Sofia responded by smacking two quick fists to the Lara’s jaw, sending the GMA hostess stumbling back. Then Sofia began busting up Lara’s face with some punishing jabs. Spencer was once again at Vergara’s mercy, absorbing two hooks to the belly and folding. However, before Sofia could deliver the knockout blow, the bell sounded.

Limping back to her corner, the shaken GMA hostess realized that the PEDs were still in the Colombian tart’s system. But Lady Lara Spencer was determined to not only defeat her inferior opponent but humiliate the fat peasant.

And she couldn’t lose Joe Manganiello to that ignorant fat whore!

As the next round began seconds later, Lara charged forward. But so did Sofia, who rocked the blonde with an opening right hook to the temple, followed by a left cross the jaw.

Lara was hurt and defenseless in a matter of minutes. And Vergara continued, plunging bare-knuckled fists—lefts and rights---into the blonde vixen’s breadbasket.

“OOF-OOF-OOOOF!” cried the suddenly hapless Spencer woman as a smirking Sofia tenderized her rival’s already tender tummy..

“Not so now tough now are you, SKANK!” declared the supremely buxom brunette.

“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” grunted the blonde as Sofia continued to maul Lara’s stomach meat.

Having backed the GMA hostess into a corner, Vergara switched gears, pasting Lara’s pretty face and forehead with bare-fisted fury.

Next came shots to the kidneys that had Lara cringing in fear and despair. The tall blonde was absorbing thunderous blows from every direction,

“OHHHH . . . GNUHHHH . . . OOF-OOF --- GAHHHHHH!” cried Lara.

“You are finished, BEETCH!” declared Sofia, sensing triumph was at hand.

Vergara’s body blows and clouts to the head were draining the blonde. Then Sofia once again changed tactics, targeting Lara’s allegedly 41-B tits.

“Ohhhhhhh . . . uhhhhhhhhh . . . OOOOF . . . OOOOOOOOOOf . . . nihhh . . .ULPPP-OOOOF!” gasped the helpless Spencer woman as Sofia’s stinging jabs and pepper-pot punches mashed and bashed the blonde’s milky white melons.

Making matters worse was what Lara noticed while the Colombian slut was pummeling the blonde’s mammaries: Joe Manganiello’s engorging boner.

“Do you surrender now, BEETCH!” taunted Sofia as she continued to humble Lara and her maul her tits.

“I will . . . . . . . . NOT,” responded the Aryan blonde, “and never to a moronic serf-slut like you!”

Summoning her last ounce of strength, the Blonde Goddess lifted her knee into Sofia’s squishy overhanging belly.

“THUDDDDD!” reverberated around the ring as Lara’s perfectly executed knee-lift knocked the wind out of the Colombian wench!

Wasting no opportunity to punish the steroid-enhanced Sofia, Lady Lara Spencer let fly with a right cross to the stunned Vergara’s jaw.

“Gunuhhhhhh!” cried Vergara.

The Colombian slut’s eye was the Pristine Blonde’s next objective. Despite Sofia’s PED advantage, Lady Lara Spencer had regained her mojo.

“SMACKKKKK!” echoed around the ring when Lara’s bare fist collided with Vergara’s left eyeball.

Sofia screeched in horror, raising her hands to her head---and giving the Aryan Blonde Vixen an opportunity to pummel the inferior Colombian slut’s swarthy teats.

“Thumpetta-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK-SMACK-THWACK!” pleaded Vergara’s chest meat

“Just LUV smacking your sloshy, sagging milk sacs, whore!” said the GMA hostess.

“OOF-OOOF-GNUHHHHHHH-NIHHHHH-OOF-GAHHH-OOOFFF-OOF-OHHHHH-OOOF!” replied the shaken Streetwalker as Lara punched, pasted and pounded the taffy-like flesh of Sofie’s under and side boobs.

The Colombian peasant was reeling. Though still under the influence of the PEDs, which augmented her strength and endurance, Sofie could not match Lady Lara Spencer’s fighting ability or intelligence.

Indeed, the Blonde Vixen was the better woman. Her Colombian adversary amounted to nothing more than a lowly peasant---an overweight cow with a big ass.

Yes, the Aryan Blonde Vixen was in full command, wading in now with fulsome fists to the Lowly Streetwalker’s flabby gut. Sofie winced in pain as Lara’s bare-knuckled fists imbedded themselves deep into the swarthy flesh of Vergara’s ample stomach meat.

“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” repeated the overwhelmed Colombian woman as the Aryan beauty continued to paste Vergara’s gelatinous belly.

“Lara Spencer is your superior, Sofie! You can’t match my breasts or beauty. And I’m able to take you easily even with all your cheating schemes. I’ve got your number and I’ve got your man, whore!” announced the Blonde Vixen, completing her tummy punishment---and delivering a bruising uppercut that sent her foe over the ropes and onto the studio floor.

And at that moment, the bell ending the round sounded.

As Lara Spencer strutted to her corner, Joe Manganiello rushed to her side and embraced his paramour, kissing the Aryan Beauty passionately.

When the next round began, it was the beginning of the end for Sofia Vergara. As the battered brunette stumbled to confront her superior, she was met by clubbing lefts and rights to the head. Backing into the ropes, the dumb Colombian whore raised her hands to protect her face, but Lara Spencer once again began to beat Sofie’s fat belly like a drum.

As Sofie dropped her hands, Lara bombarded the lowly slut’s visage with jabs. A lightning spun the wobbly Vergara wildly into the ropes. Hoping to escape, the Colombian cur slid along the ropes only to be blasted by a right cross that sent her clear across the ring.

An utterly stunned and sluggish Sofia staggered about the ring seeking salvation.

But there was no lifeline for the bovine-breasted brunette.

The gleefully cruel Blonde Goddess pounced, scooping up the brunette and body-slamming her to the mat . . . Once . . . Twice . . . Thrice.

Streetwalker Sofie’s sweaty overweight teats flopped and sagged every which way by the time the Pristine Aryan Goddess body-slammed her unworthy opponent a fourth time.

And then the round-ending bell rang, but not before Lady Lara Spencer kicked Sofie in the ribs and repeatedly stomped Vergara’s flattening bovine breasts.

When the next round began, Lara resumed her drubbing of the drowsy Colombian wench. The Pristine Blonde Goddess began by clubbing Vergara’s head and clouting her ears. A left cross floored the brunette, but the GMA hostess hauled Sofie up by her matted mane and sent brutal hooks to the peasant woman’s ribs.

“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screeched the Streetwalker in agony.

Smiling triumphantly, Lara issued a good old fashioned punch to the nose, mashing the brunette’s proboscis against her face.

The tall Aryan Blonde owned the lowly Colombian whore. Though still PED-enhanced, Streetwalker Sofie had become a Lara’s rag doll.

“Beating you is so easy, dimwit!” taunted Lara, smacking the brunette in the teeth.

Vergara fell on her cottage-cheese haunches, mouth bloodied, cow teats sagging to her pot belly and legs splayed outward like, well, a raggedy Ann.

Lifting the brunette up by her nipples, Lara brought Sofia in close and said to her weeping prey: “You’re nothing but a shit-hole puta from Bogota, Vergara.”

Lara laughed uproariously while still gripping the Colombian peasant’s nipples, Then the Pristine Blonde Vixen whipped Sofie round and round---by Vergara’s stubby brown nipples---and hurled the Colombian bitch against the opposing ropes.

As the brumette’s body rebounded, Lara clotheslined Sofia’s pendulous teats.

Sofie jackknifed, her back hitting the mat like a sack of lard. Bur Lady Lara Spencer pounced, lifting the cunt up---this time by the ears---and began clubbing, clouting and pasting her rival’s face in a bare-knuckled display of boxing dominance.

As she was going to town on Sofia’s countenance, Lara turned to look at Joe Manganiello and smiled: “Like what I’m doing to wifey, big boy?”

“I LUV it!” responded Joe, blowing a kiss to his blonde paramour.

“Hear that, whore? Your hubby loves watching me work you over!” gloated the Sexy Aryan Blonde, smashing a fist into Sofia’s cheek bone—followed by a right hook to the Colombian peasant’s jaw.

“ULPPPPPPPP . . .Uhhhhh!” moaned, Vergara, whose face was lumping up from all the repeated bare-knuckled punches.

An uber-confident Lara’s next blow was a fist to Sofia’s blubbery breadbasket.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!” yelped the brunette, folding at the waist.

Then Lara unloaded a fist to the chin that sent the dirty slut’s back into the turnbuckle.

At that precise moment, the bell signaling the end of the round sounded.

The two women were polar opposites. The beaten and bruised Sofia Vergara slumped on her stool. The Colombian’s greasy locks fell haphazardly down her wide peasant face, which bore the evidence of Lara Spencer’s fistic mastery. Meanwhile, Lara Spencer flexed and posed in her corner. The Gorgeous Blonde’s lustrous mane glistened in the studio’s lights, as did her Perfect 41-B Alabaster Aryan Orbs.

The studio audience members gasped as they beheld the Pristine Aryan beauty of this Nordic Goddess. Basking in their adulation, Lara put on a show---jiggling her breasts and bumping, grinding and strutting---toward her inferior opponent even before the bell rang.

Then the bell rang.

And the audience members were awed watching Lady Lara Spencer’s back muscles expand and contract as the Nordic Vixen began her assault, targeting Sofie the Streetwalker’s fat swinish ta-tas.

“Gahhhhhhhhhh! Oh-Oh-Oh-OOOF! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnh! OOF-OOF! Gnuhhhhhhhh!
yelped Sophia as each of Lara’s punishing blows pancaked the actress’s overrated spongy breasts.

The defenseless brunette’s mammaries were wobbling and shaking like so much stale Jello,

Sofia stood there ignominiously soaking up Lady Lara Spencer’s non-stop pummeling. Vergara’s arms remained helplessly at her side as the blonde goddess brutally punched the actress’s sloshy melons at will. Making matters worse, though, was the spectacle of Joe Manganiello smiling broadly and stroking a huge boner while Lara pasted Sofia’s surprisingly flabby tits every which way.

“See that, Streetwalker Sofie? Joe’s hard-on is stiffening as he watches me smack your ugly jugs around!” taunted the beautiful TV hostess, continuing to club the Colombian’s udders.

Unable to withstand the pain and the humiliation any longer, Sofia cried out: “No mas! N-N-No M-M-Mas! I geev!”

“No mas? You cannot ‘geev!’ No way, bitch. I’m going to flatten your tits, beat you senseless---and then knock you out!”

The tall blonde was just as good as her word, smacking, smiting and tenderizing Sofia’s fleshy boobs with contempt. Lara was fine tuning her attack now, alternating uppercuts to Vergara’s swarthy tit meat with sidewinding punches to each tit.

“Uhhhhhhhhh! Oh-Oh-Oh! OOOOOOOF! Gahhhhh-Uhhh-OOF-OOF-ULPPPPPP!” grunted the shorter woman.

Lady Lara Spencer’s ferocious fistic exposed the actress’s utter inferiority---as a woman and as a fighter. Whereas Lady Lara Spencer Vergara’s Pristine beauty and fighting prowess were unmatched, Sofie remained nothing more than a stupid and cowardly street whore.

“THWACK-SPLATT-SMACK-SMACKETTY-THUD-SMACKETTY-SLAPP-THWACKETTY-SMACK!” reverberated throughout the GMA studio as the blonde’s bare fists made a mockery of Sofia’s sloshing sweaty mounds.

And while publicly humiliating the lowly Colombian whore, the sexy blonde TV hostess flexed and juggled her succulently firm 41-B cup alabaster tits.

Smiling wickedly at Joe, Lara blew him a kiss as he shot a seminal load---staining his sweatpants---upon viewing Lady Spencer’s superior Aryan breasts in mid-fight.

“Lady Lara Spencer is smiting and smacking your overweight udders—with my bare fists, bitch!” roared the tall blonde as the Colombian woman backpedaled in complete fear.

“N-N-NOOOOO M-M-Masssssss!” shrieked Sofia.

“Guess you’re not here to fight, Sofie!” declared Lara, unleashing more combination to Vergara’s already mangled mammaries.

“Oooof-OOF-gahhh! ULPP! Aieeeeeeeeehh-OOF-OOF!” gurgled the cringing Colombian as Sexy Lara Spencer pounded Sofia the Streetwalker’s bulbous puppies.

A smiling Lady Spencer cruelly deposited her rock-hard fists deep into the soft sponginess of Vergara’s sweat-soaked teats.

“Ohhh-ooohhhh-nnnnnnihhh-OOF!” gasped Sophia whole Lara pasted the shorter woman’s fleshy jugs. And as her fists smacked against the fatty tissue of Vergara’s teat-flesh, Lady Lara Spencer made certain to twist her knuckles, pancaking the actress’s nipples and areolae and flattening those flopping udders.

“I’m pummeling you before a national TV audience, exposing your tits as the overrated milk sacs they are. And Joe’s loving it---because he sees how your drooping peasant hooters are no match for my sumptuous and beautifully firm Aryan breasts!” hissed Lady Lara Spencer as she continued to humiliate her outclassed rival.

Lara’s bare-fisted scrubbing of Sofia’s fat tits elicited cheers from the studio audience, which brought tears to the Colombian’s eyes. Never had Vergara been so thoroughly humbled by another woman.

Indeed, Lara’s precision punching had turned Sofia’s cow teats a hideous shade of purple.

“Should I put her away, people?” asked a gloating Lara, turning to both the studio and the national TV audience. (Skillful camera work blocked out the combatants’ toplessness, but television viewers were still able to see plenty of Lara’s abundantly sweet cleavage---and more than a little of Sofia’s bruised udders.)

“YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” responded the studio audience.

“And what about you, handsome Joe?” inquired the statuesque goddess, turning to Sofia’s husband-----and flexing and jiggling her magnificent 41-B breasts.

“Go for it, sweet lady! Knock her out!” responded Manganiello, blowing a kiss to the Aryan Goddess.

“Watch me knock the stuffing out of your stupid wifey, Joe! You can thank me later!” responded Luscious Lara as she turned to face her wobbly foe.

Sofia was a defeated, forlorn woman, a sweaty and bloody mess. Even though slutty Sofia had cheated with steroids, the Blonde Aryan Goddess pounded Vergara into complete insensibility.

Lara continued her pummeling of the brunette, kicking the living shit out of her foe without mercy. Moving skillfully and methodically, the statuesque blonde thumped Sofia from every angle: smacking a right cross to the chin, pounding a straight punch to the nose and then thumping a left hook to the cheekbone that jerked Sofia’s head sideways

Next came clubbing rights and lefts to Sofia’s protruding paunch. But just as Vergara bent at the waist, Lady Lara Spencer slammed a right uppercut to Sofia’s jaw, snapping the woeful Colombian’s cabeza back like a bobblehead.

Lady Lara Spencer was eating Sofia Vergara up, beating the hapless, inferior woman to a pulp.

“Won’t be long before your fat ass kisses the canvas for good, bitch!” boasted the blonde goddess, double- pumping a hook deep into Sofia’s sweaty belly,

“OOOOOOOOOOF---GAHHHHHHHH---OOOOOOOF!” cried Vergara.

Lara methodically mangled the inferior woman, pumping lefts and rights to the body and smacking uppercuts to the mouth.

“Gnnnnnnnnnuhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhhh! Ulp-Ulp-Ulp . . . . Nnnnnihhhh . . . OOF!” grunted the oafish Sofia,

Lara delivered another jolting hook to the jaw and a thundering fist to the forehead, reducing the Colombian slut to so much rubble.

The radiant blonde was the picture of beauty and grace as she rained bare-knuckled blow after bare-knuckled blow to Vergara’s puffy face, sagging torso and sweaty stomach meat.

As the camera moved behind Lady Lara Spencer, viewers at home could see the torque in the Aryan Goddess’s naked back as her muscles flexed.

A hacking right hand to the kidney convulsed Sofia. Then Luscious Lara snapped off four short punches to the face, which were followed by a left-right combo to Vergara’s jelly belly.

GMA’s deft camera crew moved swiftly behind the Colombian woman so as to capture the actress’s physical reaction as Lara Spencer cruelly dismantled the zaftig brunette. Indeed, Vergara had become a lifeless punching bag dummy in the beautiful blonde’s hands.

And with each punch to Vergara’s swarthy teats, the brunette’s’s arms would splay spastically outward---like a puppet’s limbs---eliciting cries of “Gahhhhhhhhhhh---OOF! Gnuhhhhhhhhh-OOF!”

That Spencer Woman never looked more glorious; and the Colombian puta never looked more ignominious.

Now Lara moved in for the kill.

Employing her left, the GMA hostess began jab, jab, jabbing Sofia’s face, lumping up the Colombian’s already bloated countenance even more. The haughty blonde vixen then shifted back to Vergara’s chest, smacking the brunette’s pancaking tits with murderous fists.

“Gahhhhhhhhh-OOF-OOF-Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aieeeehhh-gahhhhh-oof-OOF! NNnnnnnnnh ! OHHH-Uhhhhhhhh!” yelped Sofia as Sexy Lara made mincemeat of Vergara’s bovine breasts.

The network should have halted this brutal one-sided drubbing, but the GMA producers ---and the studio audience--- loved it. And Luscious Lara Spencer loved humiliating the brunette bitch, punching Sofia’s pendulous teats with impunity, and pummeling the dazed Colombian all around the ABC-TV studio

With Sofia reeling, Lara poured it on, smacking lefts and rights to the brunette’s side-boobs---and then bouncing three bare-knuckled blows off Vergara’s forehead. Lady Spencer followed this fistic volley with stinging hooks to each ear.

Next, the flaxen-haired goddess issued a sharp left cross to the teeth that cut and bloodied Sofia’s lip even more than last time. Lara amplified her fierce punching, battering Vergara’s visage with a savage speed-bag facial.

“Whoompetty-Whummmppp-Whump-Whump-SPLATT-SMACK-SMACKETTY-THUMP-THUMPETTY-SMACK!” echoed around the studio as Lara’s hard fists smacked into Sofia’s face, snapping her head back like a hardscrabble marionette peasant girl.

“I . . . I . . . I . . .G-G-G-GEEV! I ; . . G-G-G-GEEV!” screeched the beaten, bloodied and battered actress ignominiously.

“Hear that, people?” exclaimed Lara to both the studio and national viewers. “Sofie wants to ‘GEEV.’ Do ya think I should ‘GEEV’ it to her?”

“YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” replied the studio audience.

“Now let me ask Handsome Joe Maganiello! But before I do, I’ll let Sofie catch her breath. Heh, Heh, TeeHee!” declared Lara, unleashing a barrage of jabs, hooks and punches up and down the actress’s body---the net effect of which was to back the Colombian into one of the ring’s turnbuckles.

With her spine slamming into the post, Sofia grunted “Gahhuhhhhhhhhhhhoooomp” as Lara uncorked an uppercut to her foe’s chin--- followed by a right hook to the brunette’s overhanging gut

And as Lady Spencer plunged her bare-knuckled fist into the sweaty layers of Sofia’s stomach meat, the brunette gurgled “OOF!”

“That should hold you for a bit, allowing me to, um, confer with your handsome husband, bitch!” announced the topless Lara, sauntering over to the horny-as-hell Joe Manganiello.

Pressing her fulsome naked tits into Joe’s torso, the Sexy GMA hostess made sure to rub her nipples against Joe’s chest and then kissed Sofia’s husband on the lips. But the Blonde Goddess wanted to drive the message home, so she looked back at a sobbing Vergara, in the opposite corner, smirked wickedly and once again kissed Joe—this time in open-mouthed lingual fashion.

Joe literally swooned as Lady Lara Spencer swirled her lascivious tongue in Manganiello’s mouth, buckling the swashbuckling Italian actor’s knees.

“So, Handsome Joe, should I ‘GEEV EET’ to your overrated cow of a wife? Hmmmm?” inquired the topless Blonde Bombshell, licking Joe’s neck for good measure.

“Go ‘GEEV EET’ to her, Beautiful Lady Spencer! HaHaHa!” said Joe, mocking his wife while she wobbled and sobbed in the corner across the ring.

“That’s a fact, handsome!” replied the sexy GMA hostess.

“Before you do, here’s some incentive,” said Joe, cupping Lara’s perfect 41B breasts and kissing Lady Spencer full on the mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm! So sweet---now watch me put wifey away!” said the Conquering Blonde.

Emboldened by her brazenness---and Joe’s sensual kiss---Lara dashed over to the slutty Sofia and began bouncing and clapping punches off the brunette’s head.

Vergara’s limp arms were draped over the ring ropes in rag-doll fashion, absorbing Lara’s fistic and verbal punishment. “You’re nothing but an overweight coward with cow udders, Sophie!” declared the tall blonde, whose firm Aryan tits were all a-jiggle as she brutalized her foe’s swarthy and sloshy jugs.

“Gnuhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . Uh-Uh-Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” muttered the nearly vanquished Vergara.

But a relentless Lara continued her decimation of the Colombian puta.

A staggering Vergara was beyond fatigue. Yet Luscious Lara kept churning away at Sofia’s sweaty tummy flesh. The statuesque blonde beamed with pride as she humiliated the once proud Colombian without let-up.

“I just LOVE hearing you bleat ‘OOF-OOF’ in total ignominy, bitch! HaHaHaHa! And Joe is LOVING how I’m beating you up like a dumb fucking mule. Did you notice how he caressed my perfect Aryan breasts as he was kissing me?” laughed Lady Spencer.

And all Sofia Vergara could do was sob---and continue to absorb a beating most brutal.

Lady Spencer was the picture of feminine superiority, pounding some more gut shots to Sofia’s ample waist and love handles. Smiling her teeth-baring smile, the GMA hostess battered away at Sofia’s body with authority.

The Colombian woman was reeling; Lara smacked a wicked one-two combination to the ribs, followed by three straight punches to the nose.

“Arghoouuuooghhhhhh!” cried a shaking Sofia as blood spurted from her reconstructed proboscis.

There was no time for wailing, though. Luscious Lara was on her prey instantly, smashing a hard left to the teeth that cut Vergara’s lip yet again; a right hook to the temple soon followed.

Lady Spencer pressed on, jab-jab-jabbing the woeful brunette’s forehead---and pushing the chubby bitch to the center of the ring

A tottering Sofia reeled on wobbly legs as her dominant blonde punisher unloaded right and left hooks to Vergara’s pendulous tit meat.

“OOOOOOOOf! Gnuhhhhhhhh! OOF-Gnuhhhhhhhh-OOF!” groaned Vergara, whose drooping fleshy jugs jumped and jiggled about like water-filled balloons.

The wobbly actress was now at the complete mercy of Lady Lara Spencer. The tall blonde wailed away, interspersing a pummeling of the actress’s cow teats with stinging uppercuts to Vegara’s swarthy paunch.

“Fucking rag-doll cunt is what you are, girl!” exclaimed Lara, who was beating Sofia senseless in mid-ring with a wickedly gleeful ferocity. The camera panned behind Lady Spencer to show the national audience the patina of sexy perspiration coating Lara’s naked back muscles as the statuesque blonde hammered away at her cowering foe.

The haughty GMA hostess was now bashing Sofia’s face and breasts with powerful clouts, and Sofia simply soaked up the fistic punishment like a peasant punching bag.

“WHOOMP-WHOOOMPTTEY- SMACK! SMACK-SMACKETTY-WHOOMP!” reverberated around the studio.

Except for Vergara’s gurgled “OOF-OOOF-GNUHHHH-NHHHHHH-OOOF-OOF!” nothing else could be heard.

The studio audience sensed that the end was near for the cowardly Colombian woman.

“Lady Lara Spencer has proven to be your superior---in every way, bitch. My breasts are big, succulently firm and pristinely perfect. I am a Blonde with washboard abs. And I have KICKED THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU, SOFIE----much to your husband’s delight. So now I’m gonna send you to your maker!” announced the statuesque blonde.

“N-Noooo M-M-Mas,” bleated the cowardly actress, begging for mercy.

“Hear that, people? This fat little trollop wants me to stop hurting her. What should I do, people?” asked a smiling Lara, turning to the studio audience.

The audience responded in unison: “GEEV EET TO HER! SEND THE FAT BITCH TO HER MAKER!!!””

“My sentiments exactly!” said the statuesque blonde, winking at Joe and blowing him a kiss.

Lady Lara Spencer smirked and sexily brushed aside a curl of radiant blonde hair from her face. Then she resumed her brutal fistic destruction of the tawdry actress, smacking more punches to the Sofia’s flabby, fleshy paunch.

“OOF-OOF . . . Nihhhhhhhhh . . . OOF-OOF-OOOF . . . Gahhhhhhhhhh . . .OOF-OOF-OOOOOF!” gurgled the woeful Vergara.

“Don’t you all just LUV Sofie’s cowardly grunts as I turn her overhanging gut into mincemeat, people?” asked the Sexy Lady Spencer, once again appealing to the studio audience.

“YEAHHHHHHHHHH! GEEV EET TO HER, LADY LARA SPENCER! SEND THE STUPID PEASANT TO HER MAKER!!!! ” responded the people.

“The people have spoken, mamasita! Soooooo . . . I am going to really GEEV EET to you . . . Yup, Lady Lara Spencer’s gonna destroy you, gonna humiliate you, gonna pound your fat ass and blubbery boobs into the ground, slut! You’ll be pushing up daisies, PUTA!” announced the tall blonde, unleashing a jarring right hook to Sofia’s temple---followed by a left cross to the nose. Then came a one-two, one-two stringof stinging jabs to the forehead and two successive punches to each ear.

“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . Aieeeeeeeeeeee!” screeched Sofia, her mouth open in shock.

“Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha! Oh, and by the way, SLUT, I’M GONNA STEAL YOUR MAN! HA,HA,HA,AH,HA,HA,HA!” laughed Lara, punching the Vergara Ragdoll in each eye with crisp bare-knuckled clouts.

Murderous hooks to the body followed, and a thoroughly broken-down Sofia stumbled in a stupor---arms hanging uselessly at her sides---soaking up the most humiliating beating of her life.

The matted, sweat-stained hair on Sofia’s head stayed plastered to her head as Lara pounded the Colombian’s skull with rock-hard fists, rattling the smaller woman’s tiny brain.

Lara continued her methodically cruel demolition of Sofia, smashing repeated uppercuts to the brunette’s belly meat as the Colombian grunted “OOF-OOF-GNUUHHHH-NHHHHH-OOOF-OOF!”

Lady Spencer smiled gleefully, wading in with murderous lefts and rights to Vergara’s sloshing gut and making certain to sink her fists deep into the sweaty folds of the brunette’s paunch.

“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” groaned Sofia.

The Blonde Diva then administered heavy-handed blows to the peasant woman’s visage, punching Sofia in the mouth and teeth and boxing both of her ears; a slanting right to Vergara’s jiggling midsection came next---followed by a hard left that embedded itself in the brunette’s exposed bellybutton. Vergara sullenly accepted each clout as if she were a practice-dummy punching bag.

“And now for the coup de grace, PUTA!” declared Lady Lara Spencer.

A sobbing Sofia just stood there, her fat, pendulous breasts swaying about as Lara began her final fistic assault. Returning to the actress’s already tenderized tummy, the statuesque blonde pounded hellish one-two combinations to Sofia’s embarrassingly flabby stomach.

“And they call you a sex symbol, Sofie? With that blubbery gut?” snarled Lady Spencer, continuing to pummel Sofia’s old belly meat again and again and again.

“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF-OOF!” gurgled the worthless brunette, absorbing a humiliating tummy-thrashing at the hands of her Sexy Blonde Rival.

One final uppercut to the belly exposed Sofia’s pubic hairs, eliciting a snarky comment from Lady Lara Spencer: “How revolting! And smelly, too! My private treasure is follicle-free and . . ““

“ . . . FRAGRANT. THOU ART A SWEET AND FRAGRANT BLONDE GODDESS!” interjected Joe Manganiello unexpectedly.

“Hear that, bitch? Joe prefers my sweet and fragrant womanhood to your smelly peasant cunt! Get set for the ever-loving embarrassment of your life!” announced Lady Spencer, stepping in to deliver criss-crossing lefts and rights to Sofia’s gelatinous cow teats.

“SMACK-THWACK-SMACKETTY-THACK-SMACKETTY-WHOOMP! SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY-THWACK!” echoed throughout the studio as Lara’s haughty fists pasted and pounded the Colombian’s pendulous breasts, smacking the sides of each swarthy tit.

“Stand there and show both the studio audience and viewers across the country how much of a coward you are. Let them see how you just stand there and allow me to pummel your fat tit-meat. I’ll bet Joe is thoroughly enjoying my complete domination of his hag of a wife. And I know he is just LOVING how my bare-knuckled punches are making a mockery of your overrated udders! Isn’t that right, Joe darling?” declared the Blonde Goddess, winking at Vergara’s husband.

“Smack those bovine udders, Lara. Sock the old lady’s low-hanging sacs of putrid milk. Show the world how . . . HaHa . . . Sofie’s so-called jugs can’t hold a candle to your pristinely magnificent breasts, O BEAUTIFUL BLONDE GODDESS!” retorted Joe Manganiello.

“Why, thank you, my handsome suitor! And your wish, Joe darling, is my command. Lady Lara Spencer is going to put the BIG HURT on lowly Sofie---and her mangy tit flesh!” responded the statuesque blonde, blowing a kiss and wiggling her juicy 41B-cup breasts in the tall actor’s direction.

Using her height, superior strength and reach advantage---in addition to the intimidation factor she’d been wielding throughout the bout---Lara began dancing around the groggy Colombian, tagging and clouting Sofie’s drooping globules from every angle.

Lady Spencer pasted Vergara’s overhanging teats at will; the blonde mercilessly plunged her fists deep into the brunette’s boobs, turning each tit into stretched-out mincemeat.

Already groggy from the relentless beating she was absorbing, the defenseless actress could do nothing as Lara pummeled Vergara’s breasts, smacking the swarthy bovine jugs and their dark areolae up, down and all around.

Lady Lara Spencer boxed Sofia Vergara’s teats without mercy, smiling effusively while bloodying the Colombian peasant’s pride and joy as the blonde’s fists mashed, smashed and mauled her rival’s third-world mammaries.

Mangling her foe’s torso with ease and unrestrained cruelty exposed Sofia’s innate inferiority. And it was a massive turn-on for Joe Manganiello.

Lara smiled at Joe and blew him another kiss as she delivered savage upper cuts to each of Vergara’s sagging melons. Two hooks to the sides of each teat opened yet another cut on Sofia’s jugs.

“Isn’t this sweet, Joe?” asked Lara, pancaking the swaying, blood-soaked udders and further humiliating Sofia.

“The sweetest, dear Lara!” responded Joe Manganiello, his throbbing erection growing more pronounced with each bare-knuckled fist that Lara smacked on Sofia’s tit meat.

Spurred on by Joe’s amorous attention, the statuesque blonde hammered Vergara’s pendulous udders with even greater ferocity..

Lara then spent five delicious minutes pummeling the old lady’s swaying globules, squashing and smacking each jug with glorious abandon.

“Wifey is going down! Joe is just loving that I’ve exposed you as nothing more than a mousy baggy-breasted whore!” gloated Lady Lara Spencer, rhythmically pounding Sofia’s sorry teats, which swung from side to side as the statuesque blonde bloodied the Colombian’s boobs even more.

Sofia was whimpering and sobbing as Lara put her dominance of the overmatched “sex-symbol” on full display in the final moments of the GMA TV bout.

Millions at home watched the statuesque blonde in full destruction mode, plunging her formidable fists into the bedraggled Colombian woman’s overhanging pot belly in rapid one-two, one-two fashion---and then slowing the tempo of her punches so as to extract the maximum humiliation from Sofia’s whooshing “OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” response.

Lady Lara Spencer smiled broadly, white teeth glistening in delight, as she smacked the swarthy flesh of her inferior foe’s jelly belly.

“OOF-OOF!” cried a sobbing Sofia as the tall blonde’s fists pounded Vergara’s sorry swarthy stomach.

“You’re a stupid fucking cunt, Sofie. A fat, cowardly and inferior specimen who can’t fight. And I’m destroying you!” declared Lady Lara Spencer.

Stepping in closely, Lara began a renewed assault on Sofia’s upper body---launching uppercuts to each of Vergara’s bloodied pendulous breasts.

The conquering blonde pummeled each teat, sending one sagging tit and then another flying and stretching in odd directions. Lara made sure to haughtily smack Vergara’s ugly areolae for good measure.

“OOF-NHHHHHHHH—UHHhhh-Oh,Oh,Oh . .. OOf-OOF-OOF-OOF!” gurgled the spent brunette tears streaming down her face and dripping onto her corpulent boobs.

“How does it feel, Sofie-----knowing that millions are watching me maul you and your overrated rack? Those aren’t tits! They’re sagging sacs of fetid fatty tissue that I’m pounding into mincemeat! How does it feel, peasant, knowing that I’m the better woman---in fact, your superior---and that I’m gonna steal your man----and then I am going to make you kiss my feet and lick my toes while Joe fucks my brains out? How does that sound, Sofie????” asked Lady Lara Spencer.

‘Uhhhhhhhhhhh . . . Nhhhhhhhhh . . . OOf-OOf . . . OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” grunted the Vergara Ragdoll, absorbing another mortifying shellacking as Lara’s Nordic fists continued to disfigure the third-world serf’s cow teats.

Lady Lara Spencer’s complete mastery over her brunette foe had demolished Sofia’s reputation as a sex symbol and as a street fighter, underscoring the beautiful blonde’s preeminence as a true Hollywood goddess.

Vergara had been routed by the Aryan blonde, and this embarrassing debacle was being carried live around the world, including Sofia’s homeland.

But the most stinging insult was watching Joe Manganiello---Sofia’s husband---fall in love with the woman who had demolished his outclassed wifey.

“ULLPP-OOF! OOF-OOOF-OOOF-GNUHHHHHHHH-OOF!” bleated Sofia as Lara lifted two uppercuts to the underside of Vergara’s bloodied and bruised udders.

Next came a staccato belly beating as the Pristine Aryan Goddess inserted punch after methodical punch into the squishy folds of Vergara’s swarthy, perspiration-soaked tummy.

“OOF-OOF-OOOF-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF-NHHHHHHH-OOF!” grunted the wilting brunette as Lady Lara Spencer’s Aryan fists made a sweet SMACKING sound upon contact with the squalid flesh of the Colombian’s jelly belly.

The end came swiftly for Sofia Vergara. Lady Lara Spencer issued a thunderous left hook to her foe’s right cheekbone---followed by a vicious right cross to the jaw. Finally, the Pristine Blonde Goddess uncorked an uppercut to the chin that lifted the lowly brunette two feet off the ground.

And when the Colombian’s carcass hit the mat, her legs and arms jerked about spasmodically for a full minute. The defeated woman finally became motionless and lay flat on her back, her face bruised and battered--- and her flattened and bloodied breasts splayed outward like sweaty sacs of mashed mincemeat.

Joe Manganiello rushed forward, grabbed the statuesque blonde’s arm and hoisted it upward. At the same moment, Lara was contemptuously grinding the sole of her dirty boot on Sofia’s bloodied, deflated teats. Lady Spencer’s conquering boot symbolized the crushing of Sofia’s soul. Smiling broadly, Joe kissed the beautiful Aryan blonde full on the lips.

Then heturned to the studio audience---holding Lara’s arm aloft---and announced:

“The WINNAH and FOREVER CHAMPION: THE BLONDE GODDDESS, LADY LARA SPENCER.!”

Manganiello wrapped the gleaming Championship Belt around Lara’s waist. Flexing her biceps---and jiggling her 41B-cup tits (which were blurred for the TV audience), the Champion declared:

“I did what I came here to do—and that was kick Sofie Vergara’s fat ass! Lady Lara Spencer whupped that overrated bitch! Reduced her to rubble with my fists. I went to the belly, I went to her sagging peasant udders; I outworked and outclassed the stupid third-world whore!”

“You certainly did, Champ! But wait! Your boot is smeared with blood!” said Joe.

“That’s your soon-to-be ex-wife’s blood, sweetheart. I punched it out of her, tee hee!”

With that declaration, the Aryan blonde lifted her foot and scuffed Sofia’s face, smearing some of the blood onto the prostrate Colombian’s forehead.

“Like that, Handsome Joe?” asked Luscious Lara.

“Yes, but you forgot something, Lady Spencer,” responded Manganiello.

Lifting her foot again, the beautiful blonde, stomped on the Colombian woman’s bruised breasts, flattening both udders even more.

“And now c’mere, handsome and give the Champion a victory kiss!” said Lady Spencer, slathering Sofia’s hubby a wet and lustful buss.

Joe returned the favor, plunging his tongue deep into Lara’s mouth as he caressed her milky white breasts. And while the pair canoodled, licked and necked, Sofia’s unconscious naked body twitched and convulsed spastically.

“Wait!” said a suddenly concerned Lara, looking down at her convulsing foe. “Sofie’s body is in shock; she may need medical assistance,” smirked the wickedly spiteful Lara Spencer.

“Yeah, but . . . “ muttered a lust-besotted Joe.

Before Manganiello could complete his sentence, Lady Spencer pounced on the prostrate Colombian woman. Positioning her elbow like a guided missile, Lara drove it downward, smacking its tip into the space between Sophia’s splayed mmmaried.

“Gnuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” belched the battered Vergara.

And then Sofia’s body suddenly stopped twitching and convulsing. Lara Spencer had just executed a novel version of professional wrestling’s feared heart punch. Lara arose

“Is s-she . . . ?” inquired a stupefied Joe.

“Do we care?” answered Luscious Lady Spencer, grabbing Manganiello by the neck and thrusting her swirling hot tongue into his yearning mouth. As the duo locked lips, the blonde champion planted her booted foot on Sofie’s bloated face.

One more thing remained, however.

After completing her lustful kiss with Sofia’s husband, Lady Spencer reached down with her left hand and grabbed a fistful of her near-lifeless foe’s hair, pulling the beaten, battered and bloodied Vergara up for the cameras.

Flexing her right bicep while clutching the defeated Colombian’s matted mane, the blonde champion struck a sexily victorious---and topless---pose, announcing: “Lookee here folks! This fat, overrated bitch with a set of overweight tits thought she could beat me. HA! Now look at her! Streetwalker Sofie isn’t trash-talking now, is she?”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” thundered the studio audience.

“So Lady Lara Spencer’s gonna make Vergara pay for her insolence!” declared the haughty blonde champion, keeping hold of that clump of Sofia’s hair and executing a snap-mare that sent the limp brunette’s body sailing over Lara’s shoulders.

“KATHUMPPPPPP!” reverberated around the studio as Sofia’s back smacked against the hardwood floor. Smirking broadly, Lara scooped up her opponent’s greasy follicles and executed a second hair-rising snap-mare. And then a third.

Before anyone began to wonder if Sofia’s spine had been snapped, the blonde champion bear-hugged her enemy and threw the Colombian into one of the ring corners.

The jarring impact awakened Sofia, much to the broken Colombian woman’s regret.

“GAIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screamed Vergara as Lara slammed a bare-knuckled fist into Sofia’s already deeply blackened eye.

Lady Spencer quickly followed this by pounding two rapid-fire fists into Vergara’s gelatinous midsection.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOf!” grunted the woeful Colombian

“No Abs! No courage! And no beauty!” crowed the sexy blonde pugilist.

Lara had soundly defeated her rival, but the tall blonde wanted to thoroughly demoralize and humiliate the Colombian.

As Lady Spencer’s focus shifted to Sofia’s pendulous breasts, the blonde bombshell pumped her fists into the brunette’s droopy tit-meat, directly smacking Sofia’s areolae in piston-like fashion. Lara’s punches had flattened Sofia’s lard-like boobs so much that the Colombian’s nipples were pushed inward.

Turning to Joe Manganiello, a smirking Lara said: ”I’ve turned this Ho’s flopping tits into pancakes. And my guess is that you’re not that keen on flapjacks, lover!”

“Your guess is right, my lovely Lady Spencer! Keep smiting the fat bitch! Flatten her ugly puppies some more!” responded the hunky actor.

A slight adjustment of her line of attack found the Glorious Blonde Champion slowly belting Vergara’s under-boobs with methodical precision. And as Luscious Lara’s Aryan fists made contact with Sofia’s swarthy ta-tas, the flaxen-haired beauty underscored her feminine supremacy.

Luscious Lara was showing the world—and Sofia’s husband---that she, Lady Spencer, possessed the superior, shapelier and sexier tits. And that the Blonde Vixen was the more beautiful and desirable woman.

Moreover, with each murderous blow that she inflicted on the blubbery Vergara, Lady Lara Spencer left no doubt that she could end her lowly foe’s, um, tenure on this world.

Sofia sobbed uncontrollably.

“P-P-Please n-n-no m-mas!” mewled the cowardly Colombian.

Lara’s response was a sweet-sounding swatting of Sofia’s side boobs.

“THWACK! THWACKETTY-THWACK-THWACK!”

This shellacking of the brunette’s lard-like jugs was followed by another one-two-one-two combination to the folds of Vergara’s heavily perspiring belly flesh.

“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF! OOF! OOF! OOF!” gurgled the hapless Colombian.

“It’s time to finally put you down for the count, Cunt!” announced the Blonde Vixen.

Lara snarled as she stroked a stinging left hook to Sofia’s temple; next came a thunderous right cross that brought Vergara to her knees.

And there the Colombian slut knelt in a stupor, both arms swinging uselessly by her side as her pendulous udders swayed to and fro.

“THWACK-THWACKETTY-SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY-THWACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK!” echoed throughout the studio as Lady Spencer once again worked over Streetwalker Sofie’s flopping tit-meat.

The studio audience ---and Lara’s Good Morning America cohosts---gasped as the Blonde Champion continued her merciless beating of the outclassed brunette’s bosom.

“Ulppppppp. . . Gahhhhhhhh . . .OOF . …. Gnuhhhhhh!” groaned Sofie, looking on in horror as her once firm hooters sagged ever downward.

Punching both boobs from every direction, Lara pulped Sofia’s breasts with right crosses, left hooks and a final speed-bag barrage.

Grabbing a clump of Vergara’s greasy mane, Lara asked the studio audience, “What should I do with this trashy bitch, people?”

“KNOCK HER OUT!” responded the audience members, including Lara’s GMA cohosts, in unison.

So the haughty blonde lifted her wobbly opponent up by the chin and effortlessly threw the Colombian peasant into the nearby turnbuckle.

Sofia’s back hit the pillar as Lady Lara Spencer stepped in close, battering Vergara’s limp body in a final display of dominance.

First, she punched the Colombian wench squarely in the nose. As blood trickled down from Sofia’s nostrils, the Blonde Vixen slammed a bare-knuckled right to the brunette’s jaw, followed by left to the temple.

Soon thereafter, Lady Lara Spencer began boxing Sofia’s ears. When she’d finished thumping Vergara’s lobes, the Beautiful Blonde turned her attention to Vergara’s damaged mammaries.

Peppering Sofia’s sagging teats with light jabs at first, Lara upped her pace---rhythmically pounding the sides of the Streetwalker’s inferior breast flesh with right and left hooks.

Noting how much her fists had distended her foe’s overrated breasts, Lady Lara Spencer launched murderous uppercuts that lifted and stretched Sofia’s udders high in the air.

“EYAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” yelped Streetwalker, more in humiliation than pain, though the pain was intense.

Tears welled up in Sofia’s blackened eyes as she noticed that Lara Spencer’s breasts were pristine pyramids of perfectly firm pink tit-flesh---unlike her own sagging globules of fat. And the blonde---who wore little or no makeup---was one year older than Vergara!

“Time to knock you out for good, Sofie!” thundered Lara. “But not before I turn your yellow-bellied paunch into mush! HaHaHaHa!”

“N-No . . . N-N-No M-M-Mas . . . NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” pleaded the frightened Colombian.

“Gonna beat your ugly, sweaty yellow-bellied Old-Lady paunch to a pulp, bitch! And then Lady Lara Spencer’s gonna knock you the FUCK out, COWARD!” exclaimed Haughty Lara.

“Kathump-thump-thumpetty-THUMP! SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACKETTY-SMACK!” announced the Blonde Champion’s fists as they pasted Vergara’s perspiration-soaked belly.

The Streetwalker’s only response was the predictably delicious “OOF,” which elicited a broad grin from Lara.

“And now for the coup de grace, Fatty Sofie!” declared Lady Spencer. “Before I do, however, let me let you in on a little secret: Once you hit the canvas—or the hardwood floor, Tee Hee, I’m gonna FUCK YOUR HUSBAND’S BRAINS OUT!”

Having absorbed a shock-and awe shellacking---and revealed herself to be a wimpy coward in not putting up a fight---the woebegone Sofia Vergara could do nothing but whimper as Lara Spencer peppered the Colombian’s battered face with stinging jabs.

“You’re such a loser, Sofie!” declared Lara, increasing the intensity of her jabs to Vergara’s bloated visage.

“Uhhhhhh . . . N-Nooooo M-M-Maaaaaaas! P-P-Please d-d-don’t keel me!” wailed the Colombian.

Grinning with delight, Lara responded: “Perhaps I will, peasant!”

“Gnuhhhhhhhh . . . oh, oh, gahhhhh . . . AIEEEEE-OOF-OOF!” gasped Vergara as Lara’s sweet fists pounded the shit out of the fat flesh of Sofia’s side-boobs.

“Egads, wench! Methinks thy teats doth sag quite a bit! Lady Lara Spencer shall lift yon fleshy mounds---if not they spirit!” snarked the Blonde Bombshell, launching filthy uppercuts to Sofia’s under-boobs, sending both drooping globules of tit-lard high into the air.

“Gyahhhhhhhhhh! Oh . . . OH OHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOF! Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” yelped the Cowardly Colombian, absorbing yet another ignominious breast battering at the hands of her superior.

Sensing the time was ripe for closure, the Blonde Vixen began a final pummeling of Vergara’s plump abdomen, once again burying her Nordic knuckles deep into the sweaty stomach folds of the Colombian’s bulging paunch.

“OOF-OOF! OOF-OOF! OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” gurgled the nearly unconscious brunette as Lady Lara Spencer wreaked fistic havoc on Sofia’s marshmallow belly.

And as Sofia doubled over, the Sexy Blonde lifted an exquisitely timed uppercut to the Colombian woman’s jaw. The impact was jarring.

Propelled by the power of Lara’s powerful blow, Sofia’s punched-out carcass went flying backward in an unconscious somersault. Vergara’s bovine boobs swayed spastically in mid-air.

And then the Colombian wench landed face-up on the hardwood floor, her body twitching and convulsing spastically---until Lady Spencer’s booted foot stomped on the bitch’s overweight breasts.

And as Joe Manganiello rushed over and raised the Blonde Champion’s arm in triumph yet again, Lara continued to squash both of Vergara’s mangled breasts, grinding both of the Cowardly Colombian’s cow teats with a supercilious boot.

Using the dirty sole of her boot, Lady Lara Spencer scuffed Sofia’s pendulous, deflated breasts and struck a variety of sexy victory poses over Joe’s defeated wife.

Flexing her superior tits and perfect biceps, Lara lorded it over the lowly peasant, reaching down to lift the unconscious brunette up by a tuft of matted hair. Posing ever so triumphantly, the Blonde Vixen regaled the GMA audience---and viewers at home with her beauty and strength, declaring: “Look at this sorry slut, folks. Look at those fat, sagging breasts. Lady Lara Spencer gave this pathetic puta the beating she richly deserved. This overrated bimbo never belonged in the same ring with me!”

The GMA audience members erupted in lusty cheers as Lara dangled the woeful Columbian woman by the follicles, and they clapped wildly when the Blonde Vixen slapped Sofia’s bloated face back and forth---and then deposited a mighty fist into the ‘Modern Family” star’s overhanging belly.

“WHOOOOOOOMP!”

Vergara’s body jerked spastically, stopping only when Lara Spencer began a rhythmic one-handed pummeling of Sofia’s pendulous cow teats.

“Kathudd-smacketty-smack! Splat-smack-smack-smacketty-smack-SPLAT!” reverberated around the studio as the Sexy Blonde Goddess’s fist smashed the nearly moribund brunette’s udders.

The debasement of Sofia Vergara was now complete. After administering the beating of a lifetime to the “Modern Family” mamasita, Lady Lara Spencer hurled her foe to the floor.

Vergara fell face forward. Lara kicked the Columbian over and placed a boot on her foe’s face, grinding the dirty sole all over Sofia’s countenance.

The audience cheers were deafening. As Joe Manganiello rushed to Lady Lara Spencer’s side, the Blonde looked down at her defeated foe—and then smiled at Joe.

Manganiello smiled back and lustily kissed the Blonde Vixen, who continued to grind her booted foot all over the downed peasant’s bloated visage.

And as the two lovers’ tongues entwined, the studio audience implored Lady Lara Spencer to “STOMP STREETWALKER SOFIE’S TITS!”

So while Lara and Joe continued their tongue-in-mouth fornication, the Blonde Champion flexed the bicep of one arm---even as her other arm embraced Vergara’s hubby---and then Lara raised her leg and savagely STOMPED both of Sofia’s gelatinous teats, simultaneously flattening both of the brunette’s fat peasant udders.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm. That’s soooo sweet!” murmured Joe as he lowered his face to lick, kiss and inhale Lady Lara Spencer’s spectacular boobs.

“Guess the breast woman won!” announced the victorious Blonde Vixen, smiling and luxuriating in Joe Manganiello’s lusty lingual adoration of her superior Nordic tits.

But the Blonde Champion had one final indignity in store for Streetwalker Sofie. Joe sensed what was coming, licked each of Lara’s sweet pink areolae, kissed both nipples and sucked both tits lustily. And then he backed off, giving Lady Spencer ample room to humiliate Sofia Vergara in grand fashion.

Grabbing a fistful of Sofia’s matted locks, Lady Lara Spencer pulled the unconscious Colombian woman to her knees. Vergara’s limp body dangled like a broken ragdoll. The brunette’s bruised countenance was adorned with two black eyes, bloated lips, and her makeup was smeared with the blood that trickled from her mouth and nostrils.

Then while still gripping the Streetwalker’s mane, Lara race across the studio and smacked Sofia’s countenance into the hardwood floor, executing a picture-perfect face buster.

A wicked smile crossed the Blonde Vixen’s lips as she admired her handiwork and announced: “Look at what your Champion has done to this overweight, cowardly wench. Lady Lara Spencer has thoroughly decimated yon illiterate whore, pummeled her fat sagging breasts and pounded her into the ground . . . maybe forever . . . tee hee!”

Grabbing the possibly comatose Vergara by the hair, Lady Lara Spencer raised her right arm high in the air in triumph. An army of photographers instantly snapped their cameras and smartphones to record this moment for posterity.

Then the Blonde Champion contemptuously dropped the bruised, beaten and bludgeoned brunette to the ground. And with hands on hips, Lady Lara Spencer sneered at her foe, smiled for the media and strutted off the stage in a sexy strip-tease saunter---to the lusty cheers of the studio audience.

EPILOGUE: Sofia Vergara survived her ignominious defeat at the hands of Lady Lara Spencer. And months later, she was spotted in the Hamptons licking the sandaled feet of Lady Lara Spencer, who was busy making torrid love to Joe Manganiello on the beach.