Sometime in 2008... They had been at each other's throats for some time now, with the situation getting progressively worse and more and more out of hand every time they met. So, when things finally got physical, nobody was particularly surprised; everyone knew it had been only a matter of time. The first few scraps had settled nothing; broken up by onlookers way too soon as far as both women were concerned or were otherwise ended before any constructive result was achieved. They wanted results and fast. Their mutual hatred was much too strong for them to just let go: Each one thought the other needed to be put in her place and believed herself to be the one to do it.

To Katherine, Monica's status was somewhere between a has-been and a never-was. "The bitch is old. She can't act to save her big, fat Italian ass!" the blonde frequently told everyone within hearing range. "She may have managed to somehow suck and fuck her way into a couple of crummy films in Europe back in the Stone Age, but I don't see what makes her think she can just come here and try to do the same. We have enough trash already, we don't need to import more!"

Monica's opinion of Katherine was not too flattering either. The stunning brunette let it be known that she considered the American to be nothing more than a brazen little upstart, without any class, and not too beautiful to begin with.

And the fact that they kept running into each other all over town every time Monica set foot in the US wasn’t helping; nor was Katherine's been named 2008’s Most Desirable woman by AskMen.com - a title Monica had held back in 2002. With each meeting, the tension level escalated further until it culminated in the aforementioned, inconclusive scraps.

The point of no return came at a Hollywood party shortly after Monica arrived in LA to negotiate a movie deal. It was the second such party in a couple of days - and the second time Kat and Monica came into direct contact. The first time they’d limited themselves to dirty looks and the odd word. The second time, though, looks and words hadn’t been enough - they’d tried those, of course, but the result had been deemed poor by both and each woman had felt action would best suit her purpose - i.e., expressing just how she felt toward the other!

The initial exchange of venom-laden comments had been conducted in a rather moderate tone of voice, and that's why the loud, sharp sound of the slap had caught practically everyone in the room by surprise. The stunned silence that followed did not last long. It took Katherine but a moment to remove her hand from her still-stinging left cheek and retract her hanging jaw, her shocked expression quickly changing into a feral one.

The offended blonde snatched the front of Monica's dress with both hands and pulled. “Bitch!" she yelled, yanking hard while abruptly twisting and spinning Monica around to face her.

Moments later, Monica's elegant but rather flimsy-looking dress tore completely, the centrifugal force of Katherine's spin sending the Italian beauty stumbling on her high heels and ultimately crashing to the floor with a groan. She was not hurt, though, and was up on her feet instantly, her lips drawn off her teeth in a vicious grimace. If she was in any way embarrassed by suddenly finding herself standing in front of so many people in only her thong and heels, she certainly hid the fact well.

Disregarding two shouts of "Holly shit!", an "Oh, my God!" plus a couple of chuckles, she now kicked her heels off and made a bee-line for Katherine, snarling all the way. Kat nimbly side-stepped in an effort to avoid the charging brunette - only to find out to her dismay her 4” heels - while undoubtedly sexy - weren’t ideal for moving quickly. She managed to get out of Monica's way, but nearly sprained her ankle and lost her balance in the process. Recognizing the danger, she quickly tried to get the uncomfortable and inconvenient footwear off, but she only managed to remove one before Monica closed in and got hold of her dress.

Kat knew what her foe was after and immediately grabbed the brunette's wrists and they staggered around, pulling and twisting, neither appearing too interested in anything other than Katherine's dress. She was doing her beast to keep it on and intact, while Monica was determined to get some payback for her own destroyed dress. In the end, as hard as she tried, Kat just couldn’t save her designer garment!

Monica was strong and determined, and the dress was not that durable - just expensive. A mighty yank from the brunette unsettled the blonde, who still had one shoe on, and was finding it hard-pressed to keep her footing as it was. As Katherine pitched forward and crashed to all-fours, Monica grabbed the dress even tighter and pulled vigorously, walking backwards and literally dragging the squealing, kicking blonde over the floor. Katherine's dress could not take much of this and it soon simply fell apart in Monica's hands.

The sudden release of tension caused Monica to stagger backwards, still clutching the remnants of the other woman's dress, which gave Katherine the time and space she needed to get to her feet. Kicking off her one remaining heel, the blonde stared icily at the brunette, who returned the stare without blinking. The two women - each wearing nothing but a black thong - squared off, panting and shaking, their hearts hammering in their chests as they suddenly realized that they had started a fight which they would now have to finish and the discovery surprised both of them. They’d both expected others to intervene by now. All the other spats that they had had during the last few years had been broken up within seconds of their beginning. Not this one!

The reason was simple: everyone was tired of breaking up their fights. They’d done so, again and again, in an attempt to maintain decorum, but it was beginning to become clear that all was for naught. What was the point? they wondered, of stopping the fight when everybody knew it was going to start again, another time and place? They all believed they had some degree of intellect, and they all believed they could take a hint. Some things are just meant to be, they reasoned. Plus they all thought they were residing in a free country, where one had the perfect right to determine their own levels of gluteal pain.

"If the bitches wanna fight, who am I to say no?" everyone asked themselves and finding no satisfactory answer, they all silently agreed that it the best, most appropriate course of action would be for them to just sit back and enjoy the show. After all, it's not every day one got the chance to see two of the hottest actresses in the world mixing it up almost naked. So, they sat back and prepared to enjoy. Some even took sides and employed both word and gesture to encourage their favorite. Others - mostly female - who could not stand either of the two protagonists, simply stood, watched, and hoped both women got hurt.

There were even those of the more entrepreneurial nature, who saw the opportunity to make a quick buck by betting on the outcome of the fight. In fact, the only type of people missing, were those willing to step in and stop the fight. Which suited both Katherine and Monica just fine.

"Alright," Katherine said through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing. "You want it - you got it, bitch! I've been meanin' to kick your big ass for quite some time now! Looks like this is your lucky night!"

"You're right, it is my lucky night!" Monica responded, "I finally get to put you in your place and teach you some manners!"

"I don't think so, slut!" Katherine spat. "You may be old enough to be my mother, but it'll be you who gets taught here! And you'd better be a real fast learner, 'cause the more I have to teach you, the more you'll hurt all over!"

"Dream on, little one," Monica smiled, speaking with only a faint trace of accent, "I've beaten women a lot bigger and stronger than you; you couldn't hurt me even if you bring your mother and your sister to help you!"

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Watchful and tense, the women circled around the room slowly, each biding her time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Each was confident she would win, even if they both realized it would be a tough fight. They appeared very evenly matched in build - both big and voluptuous, their curvy bodies looking quite strong despite the apparent lack of any muscle tone. The most notable difference between them was in age, and they were both aware of it - as was everyone else present. Monica's had a bit of a height and weight advantage but it was not much to speak of. This was clearly to be a battle of youth vs. experience.

Contrary to expectations, it was experience that showed the first signs of impatience with Monica moving forward and grabbing a handful of her rival's hair with her left hand, using her right to slap Katherine in the face. Screaming, the blonde punched the brunette in the belly, doubling her over, and then smacked her hard on the side of the head. As Monica groaned and staggered, Katherine followed up with a big right hand, which knocked the Italian woman down to the floor. The blonde then swiftly moved to straddle her downed foe, but Monica reacted even quicker and lashed out with her right foot from the floor, catching the younger woman in the stomach and forcing her to step back.

Getting to her feet, Monica now charged Katherine, slamming hard into her and taking her down to the ground where the two wrestled furiously, grunting and growling as they rolled over each other. After a few moments, Monica succeeded in getting her foe in a Headlock and ground down on the trapped blonde head. Katherine groaned and squirmed, but seemed unable to free herself from the Italian's tight grip. Twisting the American onto her back, Monica got partially on top of her, still maintaining the hold.

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"Do you give up, little girl?" Monica asked tensely, while Kath lay kicking and twisting on the floor.

"Screw you, you old hag!" a red-faced Kat gasped, arching her back and squirming while her large, firm breasts rolled and jiggled all over her chest as she fought against the power in the strong arm wrapped around her head. Monica's response was to tighten the Headlock even more, making the writhing blonde gasp and groan in pain. "AAAHH! Let go, you bitch!" Katherine groaned, grabbed a handful of Monica's dark tresses and tugged! When that failed to produce tangible results, she bared her teeth and sank them into the Italian's left breast pressing against her face.

The move had Monica squealing and flinching, before ultimately releasing her opponent and rolling away. They got up and faced each other, both breathing heavily, their sizable chests heaving up and down, sweat beading up between each woman's luscious breasts.

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Snarling, they came at each other, their bodies slamming together with a loud smack, bare arms encircling naked torsos and squeezing hard as they staggered around, cursing and screaming, each trying to bring the other down. Pulling hair and kicking at each other's shins, they bounced off a wall and spun towards the middle of the room, where Katherine finally managed to trip Monica and land on top of her. Almost instantly, Monica heaved up and rolled over, reversing their positions. A second later Katherine did the same. Apparently equally matched for strength, the two struggled for a while, neither seeming able to gain the upper hand.

After a good deal of grunting and straining on both sides, Katherine eventually managed to get her legs outside of Monica's and scissor the Italian's thighs together. Getting on top of her foe, the blonde snarled savagely in the brunette's face, while trying to pin her down. On her back, Monica bucked and squirmed, her wrists inches from the floor and firmly in the blonde's grip.

"Give it up, bitch! I'm stronger than you!" Kat growled, struggling to control the writhing Italian woman.

"No!" Monica's flat rebuttal came amidst a series of mighty twists and heaves as the brunette fought wildly to free herself.

"Yes!" Katherine said firmly, staring deep into Monica's eyes, while bearing down on the Italian with all her weight, striving to pin her arms to the floor. "And I'm gonna prove it by beatin' your sorry old ass raw and makin' you beg me for mercy, right here, in front of everyone! "Now make a wish, slut!" she crowed as she attempted to Grapevine Monica.

Kicking fiercely, Monica managed to free her legs from Katherine's and at the same time wrench one of her wrists from the blonde's grasp. She then snatched a handful of hair and pulled hard, at the same time arching her back violently and throwing the American off.

"Now I'll show you who will beat who!" Monica yelled, English grammar the very last thing on her mind as she pounced on Katherine, straddled the younger woman and started slapping her face, screaming angrily. This went on until a thrashing Katherine suddenly reached up with both hands and dug her claws into Monica's naked, bouncing breasts. The brunette screeched and flinched, allowing the blonde to topple her with a powerful heave.

Getting to their feet the women squared off again, gasping for air. Both were beginning to tire and were somewhat hurt, but neither was even thinking of quitting. Driven by pride - both personal and national - as much as by pure hatred towards the other, each one was determined to emerge victorious from the fight and was convinced that she would.

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And each had every reason to be confident of victory. Both were tough, experienced fighters and each was coming into this fight on the back of a fairly recent triumph over a formidable opponent. A few months back, Katherine had produced what many considered a shocking upset by outlasting Hollywood powerhouse Jessica Biel in a titanic struggle and finally forcing her to submit with a brutal Camel Clutch. At about the same time Monica had earned a close win over "veteran" catfighter Jeri Ryan finishing off her battered foe with a mighty Bear Hug (one of her signature moves), crushing the buxom blonde's breasts with her own and making her admit defeat.

Trading a few slaps a choice words, they now came together, each grabbing the other's hair and yanking mightily. Waltzing around in tight circles, they groaned and hissed, each pulling hair with one hand and using her free hand to strike haphazardly at her rival, fists and palms thudding and smacking loudly into ribs and flanks, hammering tender flesh and eliciting yelps and curses from pained recipients. Presently, Katherine wound her arms tightly around her rival and drew Monica close in, squeezing hard, trying to force the breath out of the latter.

"How do you like having your old, saggy titties squashed, grandma?" The blonde hissed while pressing forward in an attempt to push Monica against the wall.

Wrapping the blonde in a hug of her own, Monica ignored the question, most likely because it was poorly worded and completely irrelevant. Katherine was indeed looking to flatten and own her foe's breasts, but was so far largely unsuccessful; the Italian beauty's proud orbs were full and firm and they pushed back defiantly against the younger woman's bulging tits, refusing to be bested. Rock-hard nipples flicked and stabbed rock-hard nipples and soft areolae as the four slick mounds of supple flesh billowed and rolled smoothly over each other in a battle for supremacy. All the time the two sexy, nearly-nude combatants kept up their efforts to bring each other down, but those efforts were proving fruitless and the two remained deadlocked - something neither of them was used to. Although they had both had their share of scraps over the years in the dog-eat-dog world of Showbiz, being matched for size and strength was a feeling either of them got to experience very, very seldom. Each was a lot more accustomed to using her height and weight to dominate her foes; this kind of back and forth scuffle was not much to their liking and it showed. They struggled awkwardly on their feet, pushing each other around the room, neither finding the strength needed to take her sturdy rival down.

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Both were beginning to get increasingly frustrated by the apparent stalemate. Each was of the opinion that she should be winning in this sort of fight. Monica thought her advantage in height and weight, slight though it was, should enable her to overwhelm her foe - especially when combined with her vast experience. For her part, Katherine believed she should be able to handle her opponent without too much trouble. She was younger than Monica and arguably in better shape, which she considered to be enough of an edge. Clearly, they were both wrong and now each one was beginning to see that she needed to find another way to win: Simply overpowering her rival was no longer an option.

Now instead of squeezing and pushing the other woman, Monica let go of Katherine and wriggled in the blonde's embrace, trying to back away and create enough space between the them. Then she suddenly raised her arm and threw a short slap, which landed flush on Katherine's year, causing the American to scream and draw back. Grabbing the blonde's hair with one hand, Monica started delivering powerful overhead slaps with her other hand, finding the side of her younger foe's face with every attempt. Katherine squealed and flinched under the vicious barrage at first, but managed to regain her composure quickly and fought back. Snarling, she fired a series of punches into Monica's soft belly, her fists sinking deep. Gasping, the brunette backed away, bending forward a little and hugging herself. This gave Katherine the opportunity to strike and she did, sending a well-timed blow to Monica's face; then moving swiftly forward to follow up.

The Italian beauty groaned and reeled, but managed to recover and met Katherine with a punch of her own, her fist crashing into the blonde's left cheek-bone and sending her back. Shoving Katherine against the wall, Monica showed her white, even teeth in a mirthless smile and swung her right arm in a wide sweeping arc. The backhanded slap struck the outside of the American's left breast with a loud SMACK and sent the heavy orb flying and stretching to the left where it slammed into the other breast, both mounds jiggling and quivering violently before settling back into their original shape.

Kat’s face contorted in pain and she clutched her tit as a collective "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!" rose from the enthusiastic crowd. Not caring one little bit about what the throng said or did, Katherine now only had eyes for the other woman's chest and revenge on her mind. Setting her sights on Monica's own prominent rack, the blonde pushed off the wall and sent her fists flying, slamming them into the abundance of supple, quivering flesh, flattening the Italian's boobs to her chest and making the brunette scream and retreat.

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Urged on by the assembled merrymakers, the two battling beauties traded several more blows to their breasts and bellies with neither woman getting the better of her foe in the exchange. Still, they fought on, each determined not to let herself be defeated by some foreign bitch in front of all those people.

Delivering a few slaps to Katherine's face, Monica now closed in, grabbed the blonde's hair with both hands and shook her viciously to and fro, trying to take her down. Katherine screamed and suddenly sank her claws into Monica's breasts, squeezing and twisting. Monica shrieked and grasped her tormentor's wrists trying to push her hands away. When that failed, the brunette decided to fight fire with fire and grabbed hold of the American's large tits, mauling them savagely, the pliant flesh oozing between her fingers as she yanked and wrung it with all her strength. Voicing her protest at the top of her lungs, her face distorted in agony, Katherine suddenly pushed forward and slammed her knee directly between Monica's legs. The big Italian woman howled and dropped to her knees, clutching her crotch. Katherine shoved her wounded foe to the floor and pounced on her with a snarl. But even though she was hurt, Monica struggled fiercely, her strength still too great for the blonde to control her. Rolling back and forth over the floor, the two actresses fought like wildcats, scratching and biting as each did her best to hurt and conquer the other.

A minute or so in the melee, one woman's efforts seemed to begin paying off. Unable to just outmuscle her mighty foe, Katherine had decided to simply wear the older woman down. And it looked like it was working. She had trapped one of Monica's legs between both of hers, effectively negating the possibility of any scissors on either side and turning the fight into a close quarters, upper body vs. upper body affair.

From there she tried to bully Monica, snuggling in close, pushing her sweat-drenched body hard into the Italian's equally soaked one. She tied up her foe's arms with her own, always mindful of Monica's hands and from there she simply wrestled the brunette. She did not tried to pin her outright, but merely used enough force to make Monica struggle to avoid getting pinned, while careful not to allow the brunette to get her in a disadvantageous position. Monica had duly obliged with the struggling, trying hard to put the curvaceous American woman down, but only succeeding in tiring herself out.

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Gasping and grunting the two sexy actresses battled on, their voluptuous, glistening bodies straining, slick chests mashing and grinding against each other hard, and the longer it went on, the more it worked in Katherine's favor as was evident by Monica's ever-increasing huffing and puffing and her strain-reddened face.

"Whassamatter, bitch?" Kat growled, working her way on top and weighing Monica down. "Can't handle a real woman?"

"Shut up, little whore!" the brunette spat, her curvy hips bucking up, while her strong body rocked from side to side in attempts to roll the blonde over. "You can't even dream of ever becoming a real woman - or beating me!"

Despite the bold claim, Monica was clearly running out of steam. It had been years since she had fought with such intensity for so long against a foe that matched her so closely in every aspect. It may have been the norm in her early days of climbing the Showbiz ladder in her native Italy, but once she had reached the top, things had changed. Not many women dared to challenge her position as Queen of the Screen, her formidable build combined with the seemingly endless list of rivals who had fallen victim to her in her quest for the crown proving enough of a deterrent for most. The few who’d been foolish enough to tangle with her had been dealt with swiftly and severely; only adding to her reputation as a force to be reckoned with. Kat was clearly not to be one of those - as Monica was beginning to realize to her chagrin. The young blonde was strong, vicious and driven too! Monica realized she was definitely in a fight - one she may well not win!!

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It certainly looked like the Italian was losing at this point. She had been forced on her back and seemed unable to get out from underneath her foe. Squirming, she slapped and clawed at Katherine's broad, glistening back and tugged on the blonde's hair. Katherine just snarled and pressed her thigh hard into the front of the other woman's thong, making the brunette groan in discomfort. Cursing in her native tongue, Monica suddenly grabbed Katherine's ass with both hands and dug her sharp fingernails deep in the quivering, fleshy globes. Katherine squealed and instinctively jerked back, lifting her upper body off of Monica's. The brunette immediately lifted her head and tried to sink her teeth into the blonde's shoulder, but Katherine swiftly rolled to one side, avoiding her rival's bite.

Both women rose up on their knees almost in the same instant, but it was clear that at this point Katherine was in much better condition. Monica was tired and was really struggling for breath as she tried to scramble away from her foe. Determined not to give her rival any space, Katherine pounced on Monica from behind, wrapping her arms around the Italian and squeezing mightily. Monica gasped and tried to break the blonde's crushing embrace by clawing at her forearms, but it did her very little good. Katherine did indeed let go, but only for a moment. With both women on their knees, the blonde threaded her arms under Monica's and laced her fingers on the back of the brunette's head, trapping her in a Full Nelson. Monica groaned and bent her arms at the elbows, grabbing hold of Katherine's hair and pulling, but to no avail. Katherine just growled and tightened her grip, pushing hard on the other woman's head, forcing it down.

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"What now, bitch?" Kat asked tensely, leaning all her weight on the brunette; forcing Monica to sit on her own heels. "Ready to give? Huh? Ready to admit I'm the better woman?"

"N-n-no! Never!!" Monica rasped; adding a few Italian expletives as she continued to struggle in the younger woman's clutches; jerking and twisting her body from side to side, sending her large, sweat-soaked, breasts bouncing and juggling on her expansive, heaving, chest.

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"We'll just have to see 'bout that, you miserable old tramp!" The American hissed through clenched teeth and suddenly fell backwards, dragging Monica on top of her while maintaining the Full Nelson. Kat wrapped her legs around Monica’s waist in a Body Scissors; further ensnaring the Italian woman's big, powerful body with hers. On her back and feeling the pressure of her rival's strong arms and legs on her upper body, Monica kicked and bucked furiously, desperate to free herself.

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"Quit squirmin', cunt!" Kat growled, working hard to control the other woman's slick, hot frame wriggling on top of hers.

Instead of stopping, Monica simply redoubled her efforts, struggling wildly against her foe's encircling limbs, the dread of losing to the young American bitch driving her insane. She heaved and twisted, screaming, using every ounce of strength in her shapely body in an attempt to escape her opponent's dual hold. Bouncing up and down on top of her captor, she strained her arms like never before and finally managed to separate the blonde's hands and break the Nelson.

Not pausing a second, the beautiful Italian continued to writhe, jerking her body back and forth as she hammered Kat's knees with her fists, trying to force the American to release her Scissors. All she achieved, however, was to twist her body to one side so that she was wedged sideways between Kat’s crushing legs with her shoulders on the floor and the small of her back resting on the inside of Katherine's left thigh while the blonde's right leg traversed her midsection.

Katherine locked her ankles and began squeezing, panting a satisfied, "Gotcha, bitch!" with a malicious gleam in her eye.

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The belated realization of the error she had made, caused the trapped brunette to struggle with even greater intensity, her face contorted with pain. Groaning, she twisted back and forth, fighting hard to separate her captor's legs, clawing and pounding away at Katherine's right thigh. It was no good. The blonde's Scissors remained locked in place, her strong legs putting more and more pressure on the squirming Italian woman's midsection.

"Forget it, slut! You're not goin' anywhere!" Katherine said, now beginning to feel more and more in control, even though she still had to really strain to contain the wildly bucking brunette.

Propping herself on one elbow, Katherine bared her teeth and tightened her Scissors even more, trying to squash her opponent's innards. Monica let out a prolonged moan and slapped and scratched the younger woman's thigh furiously, her hands pawing blindly at the blonde's ankles in futile attempts to unlock them. In absolute agony and sensing the fight beginning to slip away from her, the Italian actress was desperate to turn things around somehow. She could not bare the thought of being beaten by the snooty young blonde and she was going all out to free herself from the latter's crushing hold.

Screaming and squirming, she kept arching her back, trying to twist and break her foe's grip, her solid, powerful body heaving mightily, legs pumping, feet pushing at the floor, big, sweaty tits bouncing in all directions. All in vain. Katherine clung on to her dark-haired rival, her weight enough to counteract the other woman's bridging and take Monica back down to the floor again and again, and sap more and more of the brunette's strength in the process. All the while she continued to apply her Scissors with a vengeance, her sturdy legs pulverizing the Italian's middle.

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Digging into her last reserves, Monica put on a spurt of bucking and kicking, her mouth agape, her face now beet-red from the immense pressure on her body. She was frantic at this point and threw everything she had in one final titanic effort to break free of the American actress' encircling, constricting legs. Equally desperate to keep the mighty Italian woman down and finish her off, Katherine held on, using all of her considerable lower body strength to squeeze the life out of the brunette.

"YEEEESSS!" The blonde yelled suddenly as her Scissors cut deeper than ever into Monica's vulnerable belly and she felt the shudder that went through the big brunette's entire body. This was accompanied by a long, throaty moan from the Italian, and the next moment a panting Katherine was grinning broadly in triumph: She could sense Monica weakening. The brunette was still struggling, but her movements were getting a lot shorter and less energetic all the time. She was really tired and really hurt by her foe's deadly Scissors and her strength was draining from her at an alarming rate. All she could do now was groan and try and buck her hips to no great effect.

"You give, bitch? Huh? You submit to me, you big Italian slut? You admit I'm the better woman?" Katherine asked, still straining, looking to completely crush the fight out of her rival and overwhelm the brunette's body with her own.

"NO!" Monica tried to yell, but it came out more like a croak as her midsection was under tremendous strain and she was really struggling for breath against the blonde's vice-like legs.

"Well, at least in your case appearances aren't deceiving!" The American beauty smirked. "You're just as dumb as you look!" Katherine released her Scissors, and the next moment she was sitting astride the brunette. "Now, let me explain this to you in simple terms, you big, brainless piece of Euro lard!" The younger woman said, looking down at her pined rival, while the latter struggled ineffectually beneath her. "I'm BETTER’N you! I just kicked you ass! It's over! You're mine!"

"NO!" Monica insisted, reaching up with both hands, trying to grab the American's large, heaving breasts.

Kat got hold of Monica's wrists in mid air and pushed her hands away, leaning forward in an attempt to pin the brunette's arms above her head. Groaning, Monica twisted and bucked but was unable to make any impression on her foe. Katherine easily rode her foe's struggles down and pushed hard on the brunette's wrists, grinning right in Monica's reddened, contorted face. The Italian woman's thick arms shook violently with the strain as she fought with all her might against her younger rival's overwhelming strength and weight bearing down on her. Useless. Soon, Monica's wrists were pinned securely to the floor above her head, and the now practically whimpering brunette could only arch her back and twist her broad hips from side to side to no avail, obviously helpless against the curvaceous blonde's power.

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"AAAAAAAAAARRRGH!" Monica howled in fury and followed up with a string of rather pointless demands, commands and insults in Italian as she struggled wildly under Katherine.

Sitting firmly on top, Katherine permitted herself a wolfish smile as she now lowered her upper body and in a show of both dominance and contempt, dragged her luscious, slick breasts across the struggling Italian woman's face. The mortified brunette screamed, but her attempted bite came much too late as a smug-looking Katherine had already sat up again, using her weight to keep her foe flat on her back.

"Give it up, grandma, you're only makin' this harder on yourself!" Katherine panted. "Don't strain too much, there's no point in getting' a heart attack and spoilin' everyone's fun now. I mean, at your age..." She didn’t finish, but it was clear by Monica's expression that the shot had struck home. "C'mon, bitch; let's hear you say, ‘I quit’!" Kat urged. "We all can SEE it, but we'd like to HEAR it as well!"

Unable to resist the temptation, the blonde let go of her rival's left wrist and used her hand to slap the weakly struggling Italian across the face.

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Monica squealed and almost instantly reached with her left hand, gripping Katherine's right flank, just below the ribcage. Digging her fingers into Kat’s kidney, the brunette drove her thumb deep into the right side of the blonde's belly, right between abs and obliques - which weren’t all that well-developed to begin with!

The shock from the unexpected sharp pain made Katherine screech and flinch, her left hand losing its grip on Monica's right wrist. Her right hand free, the Italian quickly shot it up and grasped the other woman's left breast, squeezing and twisting. Katherine screamed again, squirming frantically on top of hr tormentor as her tender flesh was being mauled savagely. Using a shift in her opponent's center of gravity, now released her dual grip and, snatching two handfuls of blonde hair, dragged Kat down despite the American woman's resistance. Suddenly feeling panicky, the blonde tried to push herself up and back away, but was not allowed to. Hunching her shoulder slightly to bring her breasts closer together, Monica wrapped her arms around Katherine's head and squeezed.

"NOOHMPHMMMMM" was all the younger woman could say before her face was plunged into a wet, burning-hot, darkness; buried deep in the supple flesh of the Italian beauty's large, sweat-covered, breasts which sealed off her mouth and nose completely.

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Unable to get a breath, Katherine squirmed and twisted, trying to extricate herself from the fleshy trap, but was unsuccessful. Lying on top of her rival with her face against Monica's naked chest and her head held firmly in place by the Italian woman's thick, powerful arms wrapped tightly around it, she placed her hands on the floor in an attempt to push herself up, but could not. Breathing heavily through clenched teeth, Monica quickly wrapped her legs around her opponent's waist, securing the struggling American beauty. Katherine's next few attempts to wriggle free were fruitless, the brunette's strong arms and legs holding the blonde in place, letting the Italian's naked breasts do the damage.

Deprived of much needed air, Katherine fought wildly, realizing very well that she was on the verge of losing the battle. The dreaded possibility of being defeated by the big foreign slut, whom she so passionately hated and whom she had been so close to subjugating mere moments ago, spurred the DC native on, making her try harder than ever. Desperate to escape and regain control of the fight, which had now shifted definitively towards the other woman, the blonde heaved and kicked with all her might, her strong, healthy body straining to the limit against the Italian's equally powerful frame.

Monica held on.

Knowing that she was running out of time, Katherine wriggled atop her foe with even greater urgency. Pulling her knees up underneath her she tried to use the strength of her legs to stand up, but it did her no good. She did manage to raise herself a fraction of the way, but Monica was still clinging on, arms and legs wrapped around her rival, her whole body virtually hanging onto Katherine's, her weight dragging the embattled, exhausted American beauty back down. On her knees and bent forward, the oxygen-starved blonde was now in a state of total panic. She jerked and heaved mightily, her naked, glistening ass shaking and jiggling with the constant shifting of her lower body as she endeavored to pull her face out from the brunette's bountiful bust without any results.

Spitting out a few rapid phrases in Italian, Monica bared her teeth and squeezed even harder with her arms and legs. She knew she was winning; she could feel her foe's strength ebbing away, and she was certain that all she had to do was to hold on for a little longer before the blonde was completely out of it. Katherine was aware of the fact too, and she was determined to escape the other woman's suffocating embrace before she had passed out from lack of air. Desperately, the blonde reached up with her right hand and place her palm under Monica's chin, pushing the brunette's head up. The back of Monica's head was pressed against the floor so her neck was getting support and Katherine's move proved largely ineffective - until the blonde stretched out her fingers and dug their tips into the brunette's eyes!

Monica screamed and shook her head violently, but the surprising attack on her face had already caused her to loosen her arms somewhat. Katherine now had some space - not much, but enough for her to sink her teeth in the Italian's left breast. Monica shrieked and instantly grabbed Katherine's hair and started pulling, her Scissors around the blonde's waist forgotten. This gave Katherine the chance to free herself completely with a mighty heave backwards. Rolling away from her foe, the gasping, coughing blonde tried to stand up, in dire need of some time to recover. She was not given the time.

Rising, Monica did not waste a moment and sprang at her rival. She could practically taste victory now and had no intention of allowing the blonde to escape her. Tackling Katherine to the floor, she wrestled the wailing, squirming Washington native onto her back and mounted her.

"NO! Get offa me, you BITCH!" Kath screamed, the fear evident in her eyes.

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Not bothering to talk, Monica simply sprawled down on her foe, her eyes hard and cold as she once again wrapped her arms around Katherine's head, her sweat-covered breasts enveloping the blonde's face, cutting off her air.

Sensing that the end was nearing, Katherine went berserk, writhing and twisting, arms and legs flailing. It was useless. Flat on her back beneath the big Italian actress, she was much to exhausted and weakened to throw Monica off, or even wriggle free. Panting harshly, the brunette just lay on top, using her weight to keep her rival down while continuing to smother her into oblivion. Desperate to avoid what she herself considered an ignominious defeat at the hands of her foreign foe, the solidly-built American woman thrashed around with all her fading might, arching her back and twisting her hips back and forth in an attempt to turn over and break the hold, but she simply did not have the strength.

Kat clawed and hammered at Monica’s heaving, glistening torso and pulled her hair but it was in pure desperation and only showed her utter helplessness. Monica muttered something under her breath as she mashed her opulent breasts even harder against Katherine’s reddening face. Soon, unable to cope with the lack of oxygen, Katherine's body began to shut down and flopped on the floor, twitching violently. Monica let out a triumphant growl and gave one more powerful squeeze with her arms. All of a sudden Katherine's hands were slapping frantically at the brunette's back, signaling her submission.

Several moments later, Monica released her near-unconscious victim and straddled her, without encountering the slightest resistance. While a wheezing Katherine was trying to draw air into her aching lungs, a vengeful and cruel Monica started delivering SLAP after SLAP to the blonde's unprotected face. They were hardly necessary as the hurt, worn-out, and utterly demoralized Kat was unable to defend herself any longer - clearly beaten as she readily admitted; pleading meekly but Monica wasn’t in a forgiving mood and continued to rock the defeated woman's head from side to side with heavy-handed, cuffing, slaps…determined to teach the young American bitch a lesson.

"Who is the winner, huh? Who is the winner?" the Italian repeated with her right hand raised threateningly.

"OK, OK, you are!" Katherine acknowledged the obvious.

"Who is the better woman now?" Monica asked. "Who is the REAL woman?"

"Y-y-you!" The unsteady answer came after a brief hesitation. "You're the real woman!"

"And who is the little girl?" Monica persisted, determined to make sure everyone got the facts straight. This time Kath appeared even more reluctant to divulge any information - until she was treated to a pair of blistering slaps. Those made her a lot more talkative.

"Fine! I'm the little girl." The conquered blonde mumbled, biting her trembling lip, her face red with humiliation. Seeming satisfied, Monica slapped Kat's face one final time and rose up, breathing heavily and shaking with tension and exertion, but at the same time feeling absolutely thrilled with her victory over the powerful, much younger blonde. She couldn’t recall ever being in such a grueling battle - not since she’d had to fight Maria Grazia Cucinotta and Finland-born model-turned-actress Anna Falchi for a role in Italy back in the 90's.

Back then, Monica and Anna - both still relatively fresh from the modeling circuit - had been trying to break into films while Maria - already steaming up Italian screens for a few years, despite being a bit younger than Monica - had been looking to consolidate her position. The role had been the opportunity of a life time and all three women had recognized it as such, knowing fully well that it was the difference between making it into the big time or remaining in the wings to wait for another chance that may never come. So, accordingly, each had set out to "eliminate the competition" and they fought for it fist, tooth and nail in the longest and most brutal clashes anyone had ever seen. It had been Maria vs. Monica first, with each woman giving it her all and each having her chances to win. Ultimately, Monica had emerged victorious, wrapping Maria up in a Bear Hug and squeezing a breathless submission out of her busty Sicilian rival.

Within the same week, Bellucci had been forced to face Falchi in a fight to the finish, an encounter every bit as savage as the one with Maria. After a terrific back and forth struggle, Monica had prevailed and - in the very same way she’d triumphed over Katherine today, using her massive breasts to smother an equally well-endowed and physically powerful opponent into unconsciousness and defeat.

It had been a defining moment in the three women's lives! Landing the role, Monica had subsequently moved on to become the leading lady of Italian cinema and a proper international star, while both Anna and Maria had had to settle for a much less illustrious careers. Monica's win had also established her as the dominant female in Italian Showbiz in personal plan - it was no secret that to this day Cucinotta and Falchi (among many others) still deferred to Bellucci because of those defeats at the hands of the Città di Castello native years ago.

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The fight with Katherine Heigl, tho shorter than either against Maria or Anna, had been equally intense and brutal and her victory equally hard-earned…which made it all the sweeter! Elated, Monica bent down and grabbed the thin gold chain with the inscribed tag attached which had somehow survived the violent brawl intact and was still around Kat's neck. Yanking the chain free, the Italian beauty held it aloft as she stood over her fallen foe, one foot on Kat's heaving, naked, bosom…basking in the cheers of the crowd while gloating over the beaten blonde. She put the trophy around her own neck to wear home - an addition to her already impressive collection.

"If you want this back, you'll have to take it from me! Only you'll have to get a lot bigger and stronger to do that!" Monica sneered at her supine foe and received but a faint moan from the battered, exhausted blonde in reply.

But the sultry Italian was by no means done, though, as everyone was to find out. She was tired, her legs trembled with exhaustion and she was acutely aware of how close she had come to losing the fight, but that meant nothing. She had not lost, she had won, and she intended to make sure there was nobody in doubt of the fact - least of all the spoiled American brat who had dared to challenge her supremacy.

"Get up, you whore; I'm not finished with you yet!" Monica commanded as she bent down and hauled Katherine up on her feet via a handful of hair. The blonde moaned and cringed as her conqueror slapped her across the face a few more times and dragged her near a large sofa. "Now, little girl," The brunette began ominously. "You said I'm old enough to be a mother, so now I'm gonna do what you mother should've done a long time ago! Maybe that will teach you to show respect for your betters!!"

Pushing Katherine face down over the side of the sofa, Monica got hold of the back of the blonde's thong and quickly yanked it down and then off. It was not going to be in the way for what she had in mind, but she did it nonetheless, just for effect. Judging by the hoots and whistles, the effect was achieved. Realizing what was going on, Katherine tried to struggle, but was too weak and Monica held her with ease. One hand gripping several long, blonde locks tight, the brunette raised her other hand and then abruptly brought its palm down on the younger woman's right ass-cheek, producing a loud SMACK to the delight of the entertained party-goers.

Katherine squealed and squirmed, but she simply didn’t have the strength to do anything about her demeaning position and she stayed draped over the side of the sofa with her ass invitingly in the air - begging for attention - attention duly paid by all, especially by Monica, who shoved Katherine's face deep into the cushions to silence her screams as the sexy Italian proceeded to spank her beaten rival’s bottom with a cruel purpose; her hand sweeping up and down enthusiastically; her callused palm smashing down again and again on the helpless American's glistening, bare bottom; setting the cheeks shimmying and shaking and jiggling.

Unable to escape the brunette's wrath, the once proud and mighty blonde had no choice but to take it - and take it she did! Her muffled squeaks and squeals of protest completely drowned by the noise of the approving crowd and the continual SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, until Monica finally stopped spanking and pulled the bawling, begging ‘Kitty Kat’ back upright.

"OK, this should do it." The beautiful brunette announced with the unmistakable glow of victory about her. "I think she has learned her lesson..."

Even though the fact that Katherine had indeed "learned her lesson" was clear to everyone, none were willing to admit it - they were having too much fun at her expense and didn’t want it to end. Still, they realized there was one person who would decide when Kat had had enough - it was the Italian star's show and they were only there to watch.

"That's it then!" a profusely sweating Monica finally said, smiling contentedly as she combed a shaking, numb, hand through her damp hair. "Only one thing left. It's time to... how you say…put the Kat out for the night!"

Still gripping Katherine's long locks with one hand, the brunette dragged the weeping blonde out of the room, prompting a fresh wave of hollering from the spectators. Kath was screeching and tried to resist, but a few quick slaps and a good deal of yanking of her hair soon ended her brief rebellion. Losing to the Italian despite having given her all, had convinced Kat she was no match for Bellucci. The strong blonde beauty had entered the confrontation full of confidence but was now a wreck - physically and mentally - and had neither the energy, nor the stomach, for a fight. She was, in fact, terrified of the sexy brunette.

Twisting Kat arm behind her back, Monica marched the young woman out of the house all the way to the front gate - with the loudly cheering throng close behind. Willing hands opened the gate and the defeated American bombshell went flying, propelled by a forceful Italian foot on her bare, quivering, backside! Finding herself sprawled naked in the street, the humbled, thoroughly thrashed, Emmy winner instinctively turned and tried to get back inside, only to find Monica blocking her way with arms folded over her lavish, heaving, breasts; her proud body erect; a victorious brunette appearing to tower over the blonde despite being near equals. Her eyes downcast, Katherine shrank back from the dark-haired Amazon in fear.

"You know, for a little whore you have a very big mouth!" Monica said, her eyes glittering. "You have to learn to keep it shut, or it may get you into trouble some day!"