Enter The Amateur!

The not-so-proud owner of a small company specializing in fantasy female combat videos, The Amateur had witnessed the scene and realized the opportunity could provide his struggling enterprise with the boost it needed. Shrewd enough to recognize that Carmen and Jenna wouldn’t let the matter drop; both willing and eager to settle things with fists, teeth, and nails. He acted quickly; approaching the two beauties and asked each if she’d like to settle the issue in front of a camera - one take - no script - both getting a slice of the profits the video would undoubtedly rake in. Convinced of her superiority and itching for an opportunity to prove it, both women immediately agreed.

The fight took place in an empty room at a Hollywood house, with remotely-operated cameras mounted on the walls, recording the action from all angles. It had been nothing short of an all-out, brutal war and the video, when released, met all expectations of both the publisher and customers - and then some. It became an instant hit, topping the bestseller lists. Such was its popularity - and, more importantly, its performance on the grossing front - within weeks there were a string of celebrities (mostly B-listers) beating down the door of Amateur Fight, Ltd. in hopes of cashing in on this new rage.

From there, it had been only a matter of time for Big Business to take notice. With audiences eager for fresh forms of entertainment, major TV networks had seen the potential. One network, bolder than the rest - with family viewing not featuring too prominently on their schedule - moved to quickly sign a deal with Amateur Fight. The show was ‘Fighting With The Stars’ and was scheduled weekly as a PPV in Saturday’s late night slot. The theme was simple: two women in apartment style, no-holds-barred, fights.

Initially, there had been talk of a venue with a live audience, but that was quickly scrapped for security reasons, as well as to avoid distraction for the fighters and the original format of a closed room with cameras and microphones had been kept. The only difference had been that in addition to being recorded, each fight was aired live as well. Given its know-how and experience, Amateur Fight provided the technical set-up and handled the videos of all events.

Predictably, it was a roaring success! Watching two sexy women fight it out without rules is generally a spectacle guaranteed to get the majority of men (and many women) the world over paying attention. Make the two fighters even moderately famous, and the rest of the women were certain to watch right along with everybody else - if only out of sheer curiosity. In short: everyone wanted to see it! From the first show, ratings were through the roof and kept rising.

Surprisingly, there was no shortage of ‘cast’ either. Virtually everybody that was anybody wanted in; partly due to the financial aspect - the money the network was paying for participation often defied reason. Naturally, the bigger the celebrity, the fatter the paycheck. There were fringe benefits too. For some - the less well-known figures on the outskirts of fame - it offered the prospect of increasing their popularity along with their bank balance. For others it was personal - a chance to deal with a particular hated rival in a particularly painful and humiliating way Most important, it let them get away with it since all participants had to sign a waiver releasing the network - and their opponent - from any liability for damage; physical, psychological, or emotional, suffered during the show.

Some aging celebs, or those who for one reason or another had begun the slow, agonizing, slide to obscurity, saw it as a chance to kick-start a stalled career. Then, there were the true Showbiz heavyweights - women to whom adding a few extra bucks to already massive wealth was of little consequence. They couldn’t possibly become any more famous, yet they simply couldn’t resist the urge to do it anyway: sometimes to settle an old score with a rival, but often it was more than that. To those women, it was about the competition; the desire to reign supreme; to satiate an oversized ego by proving their superiority over anybody and everybody. Simply put, - about proving they were the best - in every way imaginable. Always...
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Halle Maria Berry (DOB: 8-14-66; Cleveland, OH; Height: 5’7"; Weight: 118 lbs.)
Salma Hayek Jiménez (DOB: 9-2-66, Coatzacoalcos, Veracruz, Mexico; Height: 5’2"; Weight: 106 lbs.)
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The regular studio build-up was under way and everyone watching now had a chance to hear what newly appointed host, Jenny McCarthy and her guest, winner of last week’s PPV, Charlize Theron, thought of the past, present and future.

"A big, not-so-fat nothing," the elegant and relaxed Charlize said when asked about her recent fight in which she vanquished supermodel Naomi Campbell. "Nomi’s problem is she’s a quitter - one of the worst I’ve seen! She’s got good physique and she can fight somewhat," Theron smiled a bit as she gingerly touched the remnant of a large swelling under her left eye. "But she has no heart. She does OK against other quitters; women weaker or those intimidated by her fame, but put her against someone who’s willing to fight; put a little pressure on her; hurt her - and she crumbles. That’s what happened last week. She came out all swingin’ and breathin’ fire and what have you, and she did score a few shots - she CAN hit, you know - but once I got her down on the floor it was a different story. She can’t handle herself in close."

Charlize continued, "Oh, she tried to make a fight of it - and she hurt me a time or two - I just hurt her more and she couldn’t take it! Once she saw she was facin’ someone willing and able to stand up to her, and once she felt the pain, it was all over by the shouting and we both knew it! And I gotta tell you, I really enjoyed takin’ her apart piece by piece, gettin’ all over her and puttin’ all kinds of hurt on her despite her pointless little attempts to fight back. She was finished long before the end; she just needed the slightest excuse to quit and I finally gave to her!" Raising one long, shapely leg and aiming the point of her designer shoe at her host, she smiled smugly: "Once I had these babies wrapped around her empty head and started squashin’ it, the bitch just couldn’t say: ‘I give!’ fast enough!"

"Yeah, she really wanted outta there, we all saw it," McCarthy smiled in turn. "But you didn’t let her out easy, did you? Many fans emailed us and said you went a little overboard at the end."

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

"You mean forcing her to crawl out of the room?" Jenny asked.

Charlize grinned and nodded. "Havin’ to crawl her beaten ass out on hands and knees must’ve been a humblin’ experience and a real eye-opener for her - especially after all her big talk about what she’d do to me - but like I said, she needs to know her place and I’m glad I finally got to put her in it! But that’s all history - as is ‘The Great’ Naomi Campbell! Don’t you have anythin’ else to talk about?"

"We do indeed! Today’s fight! Halle Berry and Salma Hayek, two of the biggest, hottest celebs; Hollywood icons really; both talented, both beautiful and both with a temper. They’re no strangers to fighting either! This has been brewin’ for a while and there’s some real animosity with harsh words from both sides. And from what I hear, a few scraps between them already. It does seem to have the makings of a real humdinger! What’s your take? You know both girls; both personally and as fighters. You’ve fought them both before and you’ve beaten them both - right here on this show in fact. What do you think of them and how will this fight go in your opinion?"

"Really? I’ve beaten ‘em both?" Charlize raised her eyebrows trying to appear detached - and succeeding for the most part - but a little twinkle in her eye gave away her faux modesty. "Difficult to remember really," she said, trying - and failing - to blush. "I’ve beaten so many...it’s hard to keep track of them all..." She laughed: "No, really, you’re right. I did kick both their asses - as I did yours some time ago, if I remember correctly!" She smiled mischievously at the sight of Jenny Mac’s rapidly reddening face.

"Yeah, well..." Jenny stammered, avoiding Charlize’s mocking gaze. "You said it - it was quite some time ago! Let’s talk about the present! Halle or Salma?"

"Dunno." Charlize shrugged nonchalantly. "I’m not sure I even care much either. These petty squabbles between lightweights and has-beens really bore me. I guess somebody has gotta win, but I’m really not gonna try an guess - not even sure I want to watch and see who it’s gonna be." Aware of the potential harm of talking up the competition on the cut-throat streets of Tinseltown, the tall blonde looked positively bored.

"Oh, come on! Lightweights? Has-beens? We’re talkin’ about Halle Berry and Salma Hayek here! Two of Hollywood’s biggest bosoms and brightest stars! I’d say they’re every bit your equals - at least in the star department," Jenny snickered, delighted at the opportunity to give Theron some well-deserved payback. "I mean, Halle was just chosen ‘the sexiest woman alive’ by "Esquire" - replacing you!" Jenny flashed a catty smirk. "And she has an Oscar, just like you."

"No she doesn’t!" Charlize’s answering smile could be described only as: ‘wolfish’. "Not any more! Not one with HER name on it anyway! I took that from her, remember? Right after I beat her ass! I don’t recall her havin’ done anythin’ to try to get it back either; it’s still at my house! So she’s definitely NOT my ‘equal’! I took her most prized possession and she couldn’t do anything…that’s proof enough of that! All she’s done since is beat that Kidman joke and take HER Oscar - and she needed all the luck in the world to accomplish even that! Pathetic!"

Then Charlize turned to the camera and raised an eyebrow, "As for Hayek, I could’ve taken somethin’ of hers too when I thrashed her - if she had anythin’ worth takin!’ Lightweights and has-beens! Over the hill - waaay over the hill; both of ‘em! But if you really wanna know who I think will win this inconsequential little spat, I’ll tell you. Provided they both don’t die of heart-failure or exhaustion in the first minute, I say Berry. Hayek’s all curves - or should I say lard - and that’s never gonna be good enough - even if she has a temper on her. At least Halle’s got a little muscle under her fat. So there’s your answer. Berry! Most likely by Breast-Smother! She couldn’t finish me off with it when she tried, but Hayek is not me. I can’t see her getting’ her mug out of Berry’s tits, especially if it had taken a while in getting it in there. She’ll probably put up a fight - she’s got spunk, I’ll give her that - but Berry’s just too strong for her!"

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

"Not often," Charlize said with another failed attempt at modesty.

"OK then, Halle Berry it is, according to Charlize Theron! I think I’ll go along with that. I learned the hard way not to argue with this woman!" Jenny did her best to sound and look jocular, but she couldn’t quite pull of a cheery smile and it was obvious she was ill at ease sitting so close to Theron. "Well, we’re almost out of time; just a few minutes before the fight.

"Charlize, thanks a lot for joining us here on "Fighting With The Stars", and speaking of that... you’ve had a successful run here; when can we look forward to another appearance from you?"

"Possibly soon," was her laconic answer.

"Great! Can’t wait for it! Any hint as to an opponent? Like I said, you’ve been on a run of wins lately; who’s goin’ to be your next victim?"

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

"How about Stacy Keibler?" Jenny asked. "Word is that there’s bad blood between the two of you. Any chances of settling it here?"

"Maybe. Maybe Not." The tall blonde shrugged, but unlike before, this time her face looked stormy. "Depends on whether I have the little time it’d take to kick her ass. She’s not a priority; she’s too insignificant to merit my time or effort."

"They say she recently kicked your ass on the beach. That true?" Now it was McCarthy’s turn to show a wolfish grin - it was a question she’d been waiting for the right moment to ask all evening.

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

"Well, I for one can’t wait to see it!" Jenny grinned. "OK, thank you very much! Charlize Theron and her views on tonight’s fight! We’ll be takin’ a short break and well be back right after this with the action! Stay right where you are!"
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Commercials over, the live broadcast opened with side-by-side mug shots of the two combatants giving their names and stats followed by the familiar empty, spacious room faded into view and moments later overhead cameras showed the two combatants entering from opposite doors. Heading towards the center, the women stood face to face, each wearing her usual fight attire comprised of skimpy bikini bottoms and nothing more, Halle’s white ones contrasting nicely with both her dark skin and Salma’s black ones.

They both appeared on edge, their curvaceous bodies tense, with sweat beginning to form on their upper lips and between their breasts, making the skin glisten in the bright lights. And they had every reason to be tense. Even as they stood motionless, they realized fully well that the fight had already begun the moment the doors had closed behind them and that there was no turning back now. There would be no way out until one of them had surrendered to the other or was clearly unable to continue fighting. And they also realized fully well just what surrendering or becoming unable to continue fighting - in other words: Defeat - meant. Losing a fight is never a good thing, if for the pain alone. Add to the pain the embarrassment of being beaten and the experience was even more unpleasant! But when the embarrassment is public the unpleasantness factor reached higher levels still - the highest imaginable as far as Halle and Salma were concerned!

Both being beautiful, talented, rich and famous, both possessing the massive ego that invariably goes with any larger degree of success, they both believed that words like ‘pain’ and ‘humiliation’ did not even begin to describe the feeling invoked by a potential defeat broadcast live to pretty much the whole world. Both of them knew that feeling all too well (each having lost her very first fight on the show - and both against the same woman: Charlize Theron), and each was determined to never have to relive it. And, having also won on the show a couple of times, each was equally looking forward to experiencing the massive thrill which triumph invariably brought on. Proving her superiority over a rival was the ultimate ego booster for celebrities and the craving for it made many of them keep returning to the show once they’d tasted victory - even at the risk of suffering the agony of defeat. Of course, the bigger and the more hated the rival, the higher the stakes, with victory being delightfully sweet and defeat - unbearably bitter.

In the case of Halle and Salma the rivalry was an especially heated one. It had started several years back, when both of them had been considered for the same leading role in a potential box office smash. Both had wanted the role and each had set out to get it, without being too choosy about the means she had to employ. Obviously, this had done little to endear either actress to the other (or to too many others for that matter) and had eventually led to a much hyped feud between the two. In the end, each having done her best (and worst) in order to get the role, neither had managed it. The film’s producers had decided that involvement with either of the two warring Divas was more trouble than it was worth and had given the part to another actress.

Since then, the animosity between Halle and Salma had turned into deep-rooted mutual hatred, each woman invariably finding the time in her always busy schedule to say an unflattering word or two about the other at every opportunity. Halle’s very public defeat at the hands of Charlize Theron which had resulted in the dark-skinned beauty losing her Oscar to her blonde rival had made Berry the target of much ridicule and scorn by fellow celebs (and not only by them) with Salma being among the most vocal ones. Later, Hayek’s own loss to Theron on ‘Fighting With The Stars’ deprived the sexy Latina of her free pass to the pot shot range and had given Halle ammo to fire back. From there the conflict just kept escalating! Subtle digs had quickly given way to harsher words, which had eventually turned into choice insults and ultimately becoming non-too-thinly-veiled threats, at which point it was clear that there was only one way left to go. Everybody thought that it was about time Salma and Halle abandon the war of words and put their money where there mouths were and (much to everybody’s delight) so did the two actresses.

Now as they stood a couple of yard apart, they both were primed and ready to fight despite their apparent anxiety. They knew this was the moment of truth. The chips were down now and in a while all the trash-talk from the several months would amount to nothing - at least for one of them. In a time period perhaps as short as a couple of minutes they knew one of them would have proven herself superior and the other would be in for the humiliation of a lifetime. And they both were perfectly fine with that as each one was sure she would be the one on top when all was said and done and was really looking forward to dishing out some richly deserved punishment and humiliation to her hated foe. Both had good reasons to be confident with their respective losses to Charlize Theron on past shows.

Each had triumphed in every appearance since with two wins each; Halle’s had been over Dutch model-turned-actress Famke Janssen (with whom she had had a long-standing feud dating back to their co-starring in the "X-Men" trilogy); then a month ago she beat anotherOscar-winner, Nicole Kidman, and took the Australian’s golden statuette as a trophy - small consolation for her devastating loss to Charlize Theron but at least filling the notably empty space on her mantel. Salma had triumphed over Spanish actress Penelope Cruz and then (in what many called ‘a huge upset’) she bested the highly rated (at least in catfight circles) British actress, Rhona Mitra.

Now, each was looking to continue her winning streak while ending that of her rival. In respect to one another, their chances seemed about even based on their records and physique. Being was the same age, both were in excellent shape with neither showing any sign of their recent pregnancies - having worked hard to rid themselves of excess weight. They were similarly built although Halle had a 5" advantage on the 5’2" Salma. The Ohio-born beauty also looked to have slightly better muscle tone than the Latina - whose curves were certainly more generous! Still, with all those differences, they appeared very closely matched. Each was hoping this would not be the case because they both had candidly stated they wanted their victory to be both "swift and decisive" - although they admitted neither really believed that would be the case.

That both were eager to fight became obvious very soon as they wasted little time in preamble and got straight into the business as they moved forward simultaneously, each grabbing her rival, bunching her right fist and swinging. Halle got there first; her blow landed right in the middle of Salma’s stomach and forced a grunt from the Mexican. Salma managed to close with Halle and tried to get her in a Headlock but Halle had other plans. She turned and twisted while pumping short, hard punches low into Salma’s suspect belly until she forced the gutted Latina to back off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Give it up, slut, I’m stronger!" the dark-skinned beauty crowed. Just as she said it, she was finally able to topple Salma and landed on top of her!

On her back, her hands still in Halle’s grasp, Salma squirmed and bucked violently until she managed to free one hand. She hooked her fingers and stuck them in Halle’s face, making the Ohio native squeal and flinch. Clawing Halle’s sepia-hued, glistening body, Salma wrapped both arms around her and heaved; rolling Halle and getting on top of her.

"I’ll show you stronger, you stupid whore!" Salma hissed as she straddled her and started hitting her with both hands. Halle tried to ward off the blows with her hands, but most got through; hurting and angering her. Unwilling to just lie there and take it, the dark-skinned beauty reached up and grabbed Salma’s heavy, wild-swinging, tits in a crushing grip. Salma screeched and started to choke Halle, digging her thumbs into her wind-pipe. With her breathing cut off, Halle had to let go of Salma’s breasts and grab the Mexican’s wrists to break her grip. "How do you like THAT, puta?" Salma growled, squeezing Halle’s throat harder. Bearing her teeth in a vicious grimace, the beautiful Latina shook Halle violently, banging her head on the floor again and again.

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

Even as she was drawing in air, Halle heaved mightily and managed to throw Salma off. She then tried to rise, but was not allowed to. Agile like a cat, the smaller woman pounced on her dark-skinned foe and wrestled her down to the floor. They rolled back and froth for several moments, before Salma emerged on top again. The Mexican beauty clearly had some momentum going and she was able to use that to gain the upper hand in the fight. Stretching out on top of her rival, weighing her down, Salma tried a Smother, pushing her large, sweat-covered breasts on Halle’s face, but the American was able to turn her head aside, thwarting the attempt. Salma persisted, mashing her ripe tits into the side of Halle’s head, but it was clear she was doing this just to humiliate her rather than hurt her. Still, it worked!

Halle mewled indignantly and squirmed with greater intensity than ever beneath Salma. Shifting her body a little to the side, Salma suddenly tried to snake an arm around Halle’s throat for a Front Choke Hold, but the Ohio-born babe got her chin down just in time and was even able to bite the Mexican’s forearm. Salma yelped in pain, but even though she gave up on using the Choke and moved her arm, she still kept her position on top

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

"UUUUNNNNGH! Get off me, you slut!" Halle groaned, fighting hard to throw her smaller rival off. "Get me off!" was the short answer.

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

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

"Fuh…fuck you, cunt!" Halle yelled, still struggling.

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

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

"Come on, puta!" Salma taunted, "That all you got? I thought you were bad! I thought you said you’re gonna kick my ass! Looks like you’re gonna be doin’ a lot more kissin’ than kickin!" To add to Halle’s embarrassment, Hayek repeatedly slapped the back of her head - and even reached behind her to land a few crisp SPANKS on Halle’s glistening, shapely, ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two made it to their feet at the same time. Wasting no time, Salma went on the attack again, looking to pick up right where she left off. Halle quickly shifted her weight onto her left leg and lashed out with her right foot, kicking the onrushing foe in the stomach. As Salma groaned and doubled up, Halle kneed her in the face, sending her back. The dark-skinned beauty followed her reeling foe, her toned, glistening body tensing up, slender arms swinging through the air in wide arcs.

WHACK! CRACK! Two crisp punches were driven straight home; throwing Salma’s head from side to side and sending the dazed Latina staggering backwards and crashing into the wall.

"C’mon, bitch!" Halle growled. "Let’s go!" Eyes blazing, lips drawn off her teeth, the sexy Ohio native moved in and plowed a fist in her opponent’s belly. Salma grunted and bent forward, giving Halle the opportunity to drive a knee right into her chest. "Still think you’re all that, bitch?" she American hissed, grabbing Salma’s hair and shaking her back and forth viciously, before straightening her up and slamming her into the wall again

Feeling the tide of the fight turning - and realizing she had to do something to regain her advantage - Salma pushed off the wall and slammed into her rival, forcing her towards the middle of the room, where the two engaged in trading body blows. Going toe to toe with Halle turned out to be something Salma shouldn’t have done! Halle simply proved to be a much better puncher and better equipped for that kind of fight! The ebony babe was landing all her punches bang on target - and they were heavier than Salma’s! Not only that, Halle’s taut, better-muscled, body absorbed blows with less damage than Salma’s softer body, which seemed to wilt more with each thudding impact.

Seeing her chance, Halle went all in, determined to end it there and then! Fist after fist slammed into Salma’s voluptuous body producing loud thuds and smacks and drawing pained moans from the now retreating Latina. Feeling overwhelmed by the onslaught, Salma desperately tried to put an end to it by grabbing Halle’s freely bouncing tits and squeezing them. The American woman screamed in pain and rage and belted Salma across the face with a hard right, staggering her yet again.

"So, that’s how you want it, huh?" Halle said menacingly as she advanced on her dazed foe and unleashed a real fusillade of hard punches to Salma’s magnificent rack; pulverizing her heavy, sweat-soaked, orbs and making them bounce and jiggle with each impact. Groaning, Salma tried to protect her chest with her hands, but with little effect. Halle continued to hammer away and now began to send punches into her rival’s soft belly as well, her fists sinking deep and making Salma’s legs tremble and her knees sag.

Still, the hot-tempered, proud Latina was refusing to quit. Determined not to lose to her loathsome rival, Salma continued to fight with everything she had. She knew she could not hope to out-punch the other woman and now decided to try and take the fight down to the floor again, where she planned to re-establish her earlier dominance. Bending low, she sprang forward, tackling Halle and taking her down. The sepia beauty was surprised by the move, but that did not stop her from twisting like an eel and sliding out from underneath her opponent within a heartbeat.

Before Salma could react, Halle was behind her, wrapping her legs around the Mexican’s waist in a Body Scissors; then rolling onto her back and pulling Salma back on top of her. She tried to add a Choke as well, but Salma was able to get her chin down and her arms in the way, blocking that attempt. Halle didn’t seem too aggrieved at the missed opportunity and settled for exploiting the advantage the position gave her! Squeezing with her legs, she grabbed Salma’s hair with one hand and started yanking, while using her other hand to deliver short, powerful, SLAPs to the trapped Latina’s head.

Groaning and yelping, Salma squirmed furiously atop her rival, desperately trying to prize Halle’s legs open with her hands. Halle merely growled, reached in front of Salma’s body and grabbed the Mexican’s copious breasts, drove her talons deep into the tender flesh and began squeezing, pulling and twisting while Salma shrieked in agony and writhed violently!

"That’s it, squirm, you lil’ bitch!" Halle said tensely as she mauled her rival’s abundant assets. "Scream and squirm - it’s the only thing you know how to do, you sorry-ass loser!"

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

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

Gasping and groaning, her face turning ever darker shades of red, Salma fought desperately - but achieved nothing. Halle’s shapely legs were immensely powerful and they crushed Salma’s mid-section brutally. The Scissors not only hurt her by compressing her internal organs, but it also sapped her strength as her remaining energy was wasted in fruitless struggle.

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

"NO!" Salma screamed, her beautiful face contorted in pain. She was really suffering, but her pride would not let her concede. Her adrenaline raging, Salma fought the pain as she reached up and gouged Halle’s eyes with hooked fingers. "I’ll kill you, bitch!" she hollered, her claws raking. Halle screeched and released the Scissors, letting Salma get away.

Almost instantly, both women were up on their feet, their blazing eyes full of rage and hatred. Victory in this battle the most important thing to each one of them at this moment, they flew at each other, both determined to fight to the bitter end. They met in a violent collision, their naked bodies coming into contact with a deafening slap, hot, sweat-soaked flesh shuddering on impact. Wrapping their arms around each other, they squeezed and pushed hard, their large breasts contorting and ballooning as they mashed together.

Within seconds, Halle’s breasts overwhelmed Salma’s, pushing them back and causing them to mushroom out. Salma squealed with both shame and discomfort and tried to fight back, but it was no good. Halle pressed on, her firmer, stronger tits spearing Salma’s battered boobs and drawing fresh moans from the Latina.

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

"Figures, you weak, flabby-ass slut!" Halle said half-triumphantly, half-contemptuously; grinding her tits into her pinned rival’s, mashing them down. Her face red from embarrassment and lack of air, Salma tried to struggle, but she couldn’t free herself.

Her strength drained by Halle’s punishing Body Scissors and the effort she’d wasted fighting it, Salma was spent; she could do nothing against the weight of the other woman atop her, yet she would NOT give up! Snarling in helpless fury, she twisted and kicked weakly for a while, but remained hopelessly pinned. Her movements began to slow as the last vestiges of energy ebbed away. Flat on her back beneath Halle, her wrists trapped in Halle’s tight grasp; her tired, weakened, arms useless and pinned securely by the now stronger ebony beauty, the fiery Latina began to whimper as she realized it was all over.

Salma’s pitiful moans were music to Halle’s ears. Certain of victory, the dark-skinned temptress went for the finisher, wriggling up her rival’s body to drop her conquering breasts on Salma’s attractive visage. Two brown, glistening, orbs enveloped Salma’s face and molded themselves over it; hot, supple, flesh sealing off her mouth and nose. At the same time Halle wrapped her slender arms around Salma’s head to trap it in position - the Smother was complete!

Deprived of air, Salma struggled wildly, bucking and kicking beneath Halle; her hands beating and scratching the ebony babe’s heaving torso - all in vain! Panting, Halle rode her rival, weighing her down and smothering her into oblivion. After several long moments of agony for Salma, Halle released her and reared up, lifting her breasts off the Mexican’s face and allowing her a breath of air. Salma’s relief was short-lived though, as a cruel and dominant Halle quickly reapplied the Smother, driving her hapless foe once more to the brink of unconsciousness.

Halle repeated this four times - each ‘session’ shorter than the previous one; putting Salma’s body and spirit under enormous strain - strain which the tortured Latina ultimately could not cope with. Overwhelmed and trapped; her empty lungs on fire; Salma began frantically slapping Halle’s back and shoulders in a sign of her submission.

Halle showed little mercy, consciously ignoring her admission of defeat as she held the Smother in place until Salma’s flopping around slowed and then died off into a series of weak twitches. Only then did the dark-skinned siren lift her bountiful bust from the face of her victim and allow her a breath of air.

Grabbing Salma’s wrists, Halle once again pinned the supine Latina’s arms to the floor and leaned on them. "Who’s the better woman now, bitch?" Halle panted. Salma gasped and wheezed, too breathless, battered, and enfeebled to fight. "Still think you’re all that? Huh? Still think you can take me?" Jerking her body to the side, Halle slammed one breast in Salma’s face, then the other. "You still wanna mess with me? Huh? Do ya, slut?" The dark-skinned beauty shouted angrily, rocking her glistening upper body from side to side vigorously, her luscious breasts swinging back and forth, the sweat-soaked, pliant flesh hitting the pinned woman’s face with audible smacks, again and again.

Salma moaned and whimpered in shame and then, the once proud Latina started begging her tormentor to stop, unable to take the humiliation - and powerless to do anything to stop it! Finally, Halle pushed up and straddled Salma’s body, panting and shaking. She felt both exhausted and jubilant. It had been a tough battle, but Halle had prevailed, making sure her winning streak continued. The fact that she’d done it in style - with an emphatic victory over a hated rival - only made success taste even sweeter.

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

The sepia beauty stood up and looked down at her fallen foe; a smug smirk on her lips; her face aglow with the thrill of victory. "You know, I oughta drag you back to my house and make you clean my floors with them flabby titties of yours till they fall off for havin’ the nerve to get in my face!" She said ominously and gave Salma’s left breast a little derisive kick. "But I doubt you’d be any good even for that, you worthless piece of trash!

"Which means we’re done here! You just stay outta my way from now on, unless you want and even worse ass-whuppin’ next time, PUTA!!" Spitting the Spanish insult at the defeated Latina with great satisfaction, the victorious Black Beauty planted her foot on Salma’s rapidly rising and falling chest, raised both arms in triumph and thrust her heaving bosom proudly up at the camera as she bellowed, "You watchin’ this, Theron? You better run bitch, ‘cause your ass is next!!!"