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Match 2: Charlize Theron vs. Catherine "Cat" Bell
"This Victoria's Secret thing is just going too far!" Cat says in prefight. "It's just more Theron-hype, more publicity hogging, more, more, more - and yes - I'm here to take it all away from her. I was satisfied with my last victory over Charlize; willing to let it go and move beyond our rivalry - then Charlize saddled up on poor Jessica and I HAD to step in. Someone has to stop Charlize, and as usual: looks like it's gonna be me."
Theron grinning, but her eyes aren't smiling. She remembers all too well the 'happy ending' Cat gave her last time out. "It's because of my legs, right? That's what this is all about." Slide show immediately begins on screen behind her at the podium; her world-class stems in a variety of poses. "I've got the 'Best Legs in Hollywood...and you..." she turns to Cat. "...weren't even mentioned. Personally, I think you've got the SECOND best legs in Hollywood, but unfortunately, you're not even on the radar screen in Tinsletown. Face it Cat, more people are going to see your legs get knocked out by me than would EVER pay attention otherwise. Truth hurts doesn't it? Well, it's gonna hurt even more, believe me!"
Cat in electric blue bikini, white gloves, shoulder length straight dark hair all soft and glossy. CT in green bikini, yellow gloves; hair loose, slightly longer than shoulder length.
During Round 1: Flat feet, dukes up: no-nonsense, all business, professional prize fighting midring. Jabs: stiff, pumping, ram-stamping to faces/upperchests. Right hands: straight off the shoulder, seeking chins and faces. Defensively, women pulling hands back to temples, rolling punches up top. Punches graduate to torso as clean contact up top proves difficult to come by. Bell landing a thick, sidearm right, heavy in CT's breadbasket; both girls tucking in a short, choppy little hooks to sternum - elbows in close to hips as they stuff 'em home. Down the stretch, Cat separates herself with a little knocking jab on CT's forehead, a little step right, then a heavy whacking right-left midships that parts Theron's lips in pain.
Round 2: Same again - neither girl being elusive - each wanting to impose her will directly on the other. Early action sees stiff work upstairs - jamming straight lefts and rights - elastic, smooth deliveries as the women jab and cross, then both dip to fit tidy hooks amidship. Middle minute, Cat Bell BURSTS into Charlize's midsection with a sensational series of THUDDING rights and lefts; Bell just sidestepping right, pushing off her right big toe as she shellacks away, cramping CT up hurrrrt! Theron breathless, stooping forward behind her mitts, soaking up some of the worst body damage she's EVER taken in a boxing ring. Bell hammering rhythmically, strapping in rights and lefts, twisting her hips, managing her weight from one foot to the other, sumptuous, gorgeous, stuff. AND THERON BANGS BACK! Just when it looks like she's destitute, Theron trades spanking right hands to breadbasket, then drags in a thick left to paunch to bunch Cat up in jeopardy. Right uppercut picks Cat's face up - eyes shut; eyebrows high; lips parted. Short, tucking hook fits into Cat's sternum with a damp CHUP! Slinging, sidearm right slops into Cat's flank above her left hip. Hook whips across Cat's stupendous jugs; right hand clobbers across her face, swiveling her head. Bell hits ropes, dips to her right to pull a desperation hook into Charlize' face, stunning Theron again! Eyes glassy, mouths open, crowd roaring: how many times have these women licked it up groggy, trying to be the last lass standing? Drowsy haymakers clap back and forth - heads snap back, bodies tremble upon spanking contact - ref has to enforce the break. Both girls shaking, wide-eyed in stupor: Bell's round by a hair's breadth stakes her to a solid lead through two, rough, rounds.
Round 3: Trudging assault mounting by Theron - blonde attacking aging brunette torso. Bell forced to swap licks downstairs - hellish shellack being applied as the girls lean in to work at mouth-on-shoulder distance. Vixens pushing at each other's biceps and hips before unleashing thick; eyes dull with woozy concentration; breath coming in moist little gasps and sucks as each tries to back the other up. Bruising back and forth, ringsiders wincing as thunderous SPANK applied to tummies, flanks - and it wouldn't be Bell-Theron without those breasts as both pound away hamhanded. Bell forced to back up most of the round: Theron stubbornly winning points in her midsection.
Round 4: Stiff jabbing from Cat early as she steps to the right, widening her stance: she walks Charlize into a GORGEOUS right cross at the minute mark. CT busted to chops - head tossing hard-right, arms akimbo as she soaks the blow. Theron stumbles forward, eyes unfocused and CHARLIZE GOES DOWN! Cat sidestepping as Theron clatters past, then crumples to all fours! Crowd roaring to it's feet, anxious to see the 'Golden Goddess' laid low. Bell's heaving chest pumping with effort as she struts to neutral corner and slumps back on the turnbuckle; eyes blazing with 'finish her' intensity. Theron climbs ropes, lolls there for ref's eight and HERE COMES CAT! Bell wading in, bodying up to make CT take weight, then digging and helping herself to that succulent tummy! Heartless rights and lefts THUMP into Theron's trunkline buckling her forward. Charlize groaning piteously - but slugging back - willing her arms to chug back into her tormentresses quivering tummy. Cat grimaces, feeling CT's vigour. Bell's eyes hard as she STAMPS criss-cross rights and lefts, bashing Theron's ever sensitive jugs flat, then hammering the blonde upright and sending her spluttering to the ropes. Theron sobbing aloud, tears welling up, but sloshes away wide lefts and rights in stroking motion across Bell's face. Cat staggered, but grimly standing in - pushing her left hand at CT to stabilize; then placing cruel rights onto that cleavage or digging into ribcage just under the bra-line. Bell: Cat's getting the better of it, beating the breath from Charlize' body as ref muscles in.
Round 5: Tall girls step in, set up wide, get to strappin'. Gorgeous, torrid licks applied - hair tossing from clouting right hands; bodies cramping and bunching up from vicious licks downstairs. They routinely fall into an embrace, but neither can tolerate the clinch - each pushing for room and going instantly to midsection with stuffing, brutal intentions. Theron winning her way forward. It's hard going, every inch of canvas contested, but CT willing it to happen. Pace is methodical - girls pushing and jostling each other into position to land perfect body blows with heart-stopping leverage! Ringsiders grimacing at the kind of hurt being sustained. Theron takes Bell to ropes and dominates late, putting her body on Cat, smearing her a little her, working her over to the break.
Victoria's Secret Body Saddle Boxing: (Pt 2)
Posted by simguy on 6/19/2007, 8:00 am.
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Round 6: More of it! Theron sending shimmies of electricity down Cat's legs with rights to the jaw, then stepping into the Bell midsection with that jagged, tucking, little hook. Cat's face pale, crimped: she's backing up while pushing against CT, trying to hold her off. Theron as relentless to the body as we've ever seen! She's taking great, hacking swings at bell's torso - smashing at elbows, biceps, chest, ribs and tummy with a lapping, sidearm delivery heavy with supple leverage. Cat Bell giving ground; teeth bared; both girls starting to realize that Charlize is grinding her up. Bell fighting desperately in patches - especially to keep her back off the ropes: but CT reaching in under Bell's arms, bodies her girl back into cables after much stamping and writhing. Heroic final minute by Bell denies Theron supremacy; both girls trading thick; bumping each other off with shoulders to reset for the next limber swing.
Round 7: Theron marching on Bell. Cat grimacing, clearly in pain, clearly breaking down - but gallant, and crafty. Bell using clinches now, tying up CT's elbows, twisting her and pushing her around. Bell sliding to her right with right hand cocked tight to shoulder, then deploying it sneaky, catching CT on the jaw or driving it deep into Theron's ribs. But Charlize isn't having it: she won't be bamboozled or potshotted. Every Bell scoring blow is answered with FEIRCE reprisal; shocking Cat with savage, concussive licks to the waist and chest. It's blonde coming forward on brunette, inexorably imposing her will through seven stanzas.
Round 8: Theron buckles Cat's knees with an early right cross! Bell very loose as she soaks the blow - head tossing to the right, hands stacked right atop left at her tummy, left foot coming off the canvas as Cat's weight sloshes to starboard. Bell still upright - curvy legs holding her up - but she staggers to ropes to fight a doomed series of exchanges that sees Charlize widen her margin of supremacy. Theron in a body punching ZONE: thick coats of shellack applied in drumming waves - rights and lefts plastered on in sidearm or loose underhand delivery chupping up into Cat's lushness. CT limber and rangy - leaning forward, pushing Cat as needed; dipping side to side to drag in thunder. Bell upright but listing badly at the break - eyelashes fluttering, lips parted, legs all a-tremble.
Round 9: Cat firms: fight starts over! Theron trying to wade forward as she has been but Bell draws line on the canvas, swaps thudding bodyshots until blonde takes a grudging step backward! Bell coming forward - open mouth wet on CT's shoulder as brunette bulls in to shove blonde back - then it's thick, strapping goodness amidships driving CT ropeside. Theron groaning - Right under her chin; Left across her body - woozy torso tilting and twisting as Theron tries to roll with the incoming. Cat methodical, destructive - extending arms to knuckle-push CT's shoulders, measuring her for driving straight right hands to that chest and curling hooks to the ribcage! Thick hooks tucking in behind Theron's right elbow, win bleats of pain from the blonde; forcing the first Kruzher clinches. Theron sobbing for breath at the end, HER curvy legs holding her up as Cat viciously gets her licks in.
Round 10: Oh. They. Bang. Away! Groggy and stumbling perhaps, but hamhanded and determined: woozy vixens lean in and start shoveling home the hurt. Cat gutting CT with that jagged little tucking left hook off right hands up top. Theron shaking Cat with lanky right-lefts slopped onto the waistline, or curled savagely into the ribcage. Bell groaning as she pushes into the weight of her blonde, then snaps at the offending flesh of CT's bosom; Theron blurting in pain as she stutter-steps backs under Bell's cruel rack attack! Midway through - girls just being as strong as they can, taking turns slinging in the harm. CAT'S KNEES BUCKLE, but then firm again! Cat stops punching, momentarily out of breath, eyes shut tight. Theron instinctively redoubles her effort; lashing a thick right-left amidships to keep Cat crippled. Bell pitching forward to clinch; out on her feet here, desperately, grimly, hanging on. Theron muscles Cat into the ropes, bodying up to stack, then issuing a definitive beat-down! Punches smash into Cat's chest and tummy - free-swinging Charlize dipping side to side to pull her thickest lashes criss-cross across Cat's heaving chest. Bell: Ref has to push a mindless Theron back; she's utterly spent, even as Cat's lolling against ropes shabby with damage herself. Comes back UD10 by one point for CHARLIZE THERON!
Aftermath:
Theron is, surprisingly, NOT being supported by any of her KruZherZ stablemates in these 'Victoria's Secret' bouts - other than Sharon Stone who is working in Theron's corner. Word on the street is that Kim "forbid" the girls from entering the tournament, telling them they were "honor-bound" to give Charlize her time in the spotlight before relinquishing her VS title.
Someone in Theron's stable - a lightweight rival who declined to be quoted by name - sneered, "Well, if the 'Saddle Tramp' doesn't want to share the spotlight with US, we'll sit back and enjoy the show. She's gonna wish she had us at ringside to watch her back before this travasty is over, and you can quote me on that!"
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The Victoria Secret models start toward the ring, clapping excitedly, giggling and laughing; looking forward to participating in yet another humiliation. Most of them, like Theron, are blond and the symbolism of saddling a second consecutive brunette isn't lost on them. But the skylarking supermodels stop short when Dani Fishel comes bounding out of Cat's corner, fists clenched, and snarls something at them. The models start milling around outside the ring, confused and unsure what to do. They're not used to facing someone who's not only a well-protected, but also conscious!
Victoria's Secret Body Saddle Boxing: (After: Pt 1)
Posted by simguy on 6/19/2007, 8:05 am
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Finally, Syren, with help from Cat, herself, gets Dani under control; Cat wagging a finger in her friend's face (likely telling her "everyone knew the risks when they volunteered for this.")
Dani leaves the ring with Syren and the models at last move in with the "Victoria's Secret Body Saddle." Cat wincing in pain as she stands proudly erect, her sweaty bosom still heaving after the titanic struggle she's been through. At first tentatively, then boldly when Cat doesn't resist, the models swarm over her like a colony of ants at a picnic!
Cat blinking and wiping (what? Sweat? Tears?) from her eyes as the girls touch, tug and paw at her as they heave the black with silver trim saddle onto her broad back. The VS Body Saddle is somewhat like a large backpack, with padded shoulder straps and a padded rump ridge that adjusts to the curve of her hips. It's not until the models start to cinch her in that Theron leaves her corner - after having her gloves cut off, combing her hair and applying makeup to the welts and bruises on her gorgeous face. She looks like a million dollars - ironically the exact amount the winner of the tournament will receive to replace her as the Victoria's Secret Boxing Spokesmodel. Whoever it is, it won't be Cat Bell and that seems to make Charlize very, very happy!
"Hold on, girls," Charlize says as she steps between two blondes struggling to hold the saddle on Cat's sweaty back while a third blond tries to figure out how to untangle the leather straps. "Let me give you a hand! We wouldn't want the saddle to slip and me fall and get a boo-boo on my flawless body...would we?"
"OH NO, Ms Theron!" the three blondes gush in unison. (The brunette and the redhead both roll their eyes at how their 'sisters' fawn all over the soon-to-be-ex- Victoria's Secret spokesmodel.)
Charlize steps in front of Cat, reaches up and slooooowly runs the back of her hand over Cat's cheek. "You just aren't good enough Cat...never were...never will be." (sigh) "Oh well. Now I'm going to show you why I never wanted to get those implants you had your heart set on letting your doctor girlfriend stuff into my chest. They can be so downright annoying when they're always getting in the way, can't they!" she hissed venomously.
Theron grabbed the chest straps and pulled them around Cat's chest and criss-crossed them over her rapidly pulsing breasts instead of buckling them BELOW as intended. Charlize leaned in and kissed Cat on the lips, a slow, soft, gentle, lingering smooch that let everyone watching these two women were more than mere competitors! Then with a smirking chuckle, Theron jerked on the straps and mashed Cat's big, bulging bosom flat. She passed the straps to her confederates who quickly buckled them tight, then Charlize stepped around behind Cat, put her knee on Cat's butt and JERKED the straps even tighter, buckling them one after the other - leaving Cat gasping for air. But that was only the beginning!
The belly strap followed - again, cinched so tight it cut into the smooth round swell of Cat's soft belly flesh. Then the most diabolical of all, that "wide, tongue-like crotch belt'. A blond model handed it to Charlize as she reached between Cat's quivering thighs, then pulled it tight and buckled to the belly strap in front. But Charlize took special care to ensure the belt fit just right, running her fingers slowly under the belt; making long, slow, sensual contact with Cat's most private and sensitive regions - that only her former lover would know! And Charlize grins as she fells a shiver run thru Cat's overheated body.
"Give me your bra!" Charlize snaps to one of the doe-eyed young models who blinks uncomprehendingly. "Your BRA dammit, that thing holding up those balloons that pass for boobs, for God's sake. Give it to me!"
The young model blushes from head to toe as she removes her bra, hands it to the Oscar winning actress, then with her arms crossed over her jiggling juggs, scurries from the ring with tears welling in her blue eyes.
"Amateurs!" Charlize mutters to Cat, shaking her head.
"You can't live with 'em," agree Cat. "And you damn sure better not try and help their career or sure as hell they'll come back and bite you in the ass!" she concludes, her eyes flashing pure, unadulterated hatred at Theron.
Charlize glares at Cat, then smiles. She reaches back and runs her fingers over Cat's butt, sending more shudders through the big, buxom, brunette.
"You always were the one with the bright idea girl," Charlize said. She slipped her fingers under the back of Cat's bikini bottom and pulled the sides together, sliding the tiny strip of material into the crack of Bell's bulbous butt. (snap) She let go of the material and it settled deep in the crack, leaving both of Cat's firm asscheeks on lewd display. "You'll never know how much I appreciated all they help you were to me. If only...," and her voice trailed off.
She walked around Cat, put her arms out to the sides and lets the remaining blondes lift her into the saddle. Cat's body visibly sagged under the heavy burden - Charlize was not a small-boned woman and she took pains to drop her full weight on Cat's back. Bringing her knees up, Charlize assumed the pose of jockey with her feet tucked under her. After looping the model's bra around her neck, she reached in front of her and ran her hands up Cat's neck as she gently gathered two handfuls of Cat's sweat-matted, dark hair.
Jerking back on her 'reins' Charlize dug her heels into the flanks of the brunette and yelled, "Giddy-yup!" Cat took a half-step, staggered and her knees almost buckled under the burden of Theron's 130+ pounds. "C'mon Cat, show us that 'pluck' you're famous for!"
Again, she swung her legs outward, then drove her heels back into Cat's ribs. Cat's audible grunt was sweet music to Charlize's ears. Using Cat's shoulder long, dark brown hair as reins, Charlize steered her stumbling, staggering mount twice around the ring - guiding her with one hand as she waved cheerily to the jeering crowd with the other. After two circuits, Cat staggered to the ropes and slumped over the top rope with her arms outside the ring; panting and wheezing.
"HEY! Nobody said you could stop!" Charlize whined. "We've still got a few more laps to go!"
Victoria's Secret Body Saddle Boxing: (After Pt 2)
Posted by simguy on 6/19/2007, 8:09 am
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Cat just shook her head 'no' and refused to move, so Charlize lifted the model's bra from around her neck, doubled it over and swung it once overhead, then THWAP swept it down and cracked Cat across those bare butt cheeks!
"AIIIEEEEE!" Cat let out a yelp and gave a start that almost unseated the blonde.
"Come on Cat, move that lazy ass!" Charlize growled and SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, struck her again and again, bringing a nice rosy hue to Cat's rippling rump.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Cat staggered off the ropes and started around the ring for the third time. (kick) Charlize urged her mount forward. (kick) SMACK! (kick) THWACK! The brutal blonde alternated kicks to the ribs with lashes across the butt to keep Cat meandering around the ring; her eyes so full of tears she couldn't have seen where she was going.
When Cat slowed again - and the lash didn't bring results - Charlize resorted to swinging her feet back up underneath Cat, digging her heels into her belly (or below). Grunting and snorting; her eyes clouded with tears; Cat pridefully struggled through one more circuit before she collapsed on her knees. Unable to get her hands up in time, Cat splatted to the mat, tits first, her forehead hitting the mat with loud THUMP.
Charlize lashed her bottom with the model's bra, kicked and slapped her - all to no avail. Cat was just too worn out and exhausted to go another step! Charlize got off, looked down at Cat with disdain, then wiggled her foot under Cat's shoulder and rolled the brunette onto her side. Stepping over Cat's body, Charlize straddled her torso, glaring down at the woman who, in their last match, had breast smothered her unconscious.
"You know what I SHOULD do to you?" Charlize asked.
Cat looked up at her and a ironic smile creased her lips. "You don't have what it takes," she sneered. "You shoulda got implants like I told you to!"
"DAMN YOU!" Charlize screamed, losing her composure.
WHACK! THWAP! SMACK! CRACK! She began lashing Cat's body with the bra until the brunette and redhead Victoria's Secret models pulled her away and tried, unsuccessfully, to calm her down. She angrily shoved them away, shaking her finger at them and warning them not to interfere. Then she went back to Cat and sat down beside, her, slid one leg under Cat's neck and threw the other over her.
"These are 'The Best Legs in Hollywood'," Charlize said with haughty pride. "And now you're about to find out why I don't NEED implants!"
She clamped her thighs tight around Cat's neck, locking her ankle behind her knee in a Figure Four. As Cat struggled and tried to buck - the saddle making her struggle almost impossible - Charlize sat back and smiled up at the camera while Cat's face turned from ruddy pink, to red, to blue. Cat tried to claw Charlize's thighs, but Theron easily grabbed her wrists and held them aside as she continued to throttle her greatest nemesis.
At ringside, Dani Fishel tried to climb the stairs to go to Cat's aid, but Syren and Hilarie Burton pulled her back down and warned her that Cat would never forgive her if she interfered. Dani had to content herself with screaming threats at Theron; warning her, "What goes around, comes around, you big gawky stringbean!"
Charlize just laughed at her, telling her she couldn't wait to get her in the ring too. Adding, "This will be nothing to what I do to YOU!"
As Cat's struggles faded into unconsciousness, nobody made a move to interrupt Charlize's pleasure. Nobody, that is, except her trainer, Sharon Stone. Stone looked around and, realizing nobody else was making a move, climbed into the ring herself, walked over to Charlize and put her hand on her shoulder.
"You know if you kill her, you'll probably have to forfeit the rest of the tournament."
"I...(ugh) don't care! It'll...(grunt) be worth...(uhhhh) it!"
"Maybe," Stone agrees. "But you’re getting a LOT of publicity for these matches, and there's going to be more and more for each one as you stay undefeated. Be a shame to miss out on all that free press..."
Charlize glared at her, saying nothing. "Of course," Sharon said, her tone lightenind, "on the bright side, you could share a cell with Paris Hilton!"
Charlize's legs flew open and Cat slumped gasping, facedown on the mat. Theron sat up, slipped back into the saddle, gave her long golden locks a haughty toss and smiled sweetly as she posed for photos seated astride the back of her greatest nemesis. Flashes lit up the ring, lending an almost Wagnerian tone to the garish proceedings. Clearly, Charlize didn’t intend to go quietly...and the search for her replacement and the next Victoria's Secret Boxing Spokesmodel continues.
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