"Ladies and Gentlemen: coming into the arena at this time; born in Kiev, Ukraine and standing 5'8", the star of the "Resident Evil" franchise films, including "Resident Evil: Apocalypse" currently in theaters everywhere…..Milla Jovovich!"

The loud heavy metal of Puddle of Mud's ‘Bleed’ came through the speaker system as Milla entered the arena. Tall, with long, strong legs, a taut, wiry build and fashion model good looks, in a black one piece outfit, the 29 year old actress confidently enters the ring area, climbs through the ropes and leans on them confidently, testing the spring of the strands as she awaits…...

"Her opponent, originally from Swansea, Wales, in the UK also stands 5' 8” and is presently starring in the current hit "Ocean's 12"; she is………Catherine “The Welsh Witch” Zeta-Jones!"

Catherine came striding in to the music of Hatebreed's ‘Bound to Violence’ in a light silk jacket cover up but as soon as she’s in the ring, she flings the robe off to revealed her toned, trim body in a tiny purple bikini. A loud murmur rumbled through the arena as spectators marveled at Catherine's well-toned body which has obviously spent a lot of time in the gym since the birth of her child last year - at least judging from photos from years ago showing her much heavier more often than not! No one in the audience had expected her to show up in a suit so deliberately designed to display her taut, bare midriff, yet here she was, turning slowly to prove to everyone she'd returned to her former 24" waist - or damn close to it!

Still, even at her most trim and toned, Catherine was still "bigger-boned" than Milla - and always would be - so although they are the same height, Catherine outweighs her opponent and is clearly the more voluptuously curvy. The lankier Milla looks taller in comparison only because of her long, lanky physique, though there isn't a measurable difference in height.

By mutual agreement of both women, there would be no referee in the ring for this match which can end only by submission. After the rules are reviewed, the ring official removes himself to the ring apron where he will wait until needed to confirm that one or the other women has verbally submitted to the other at which time he will signal the end of the match. Otherwise, he will remain well out of harms way since there are no rules worthy of mentioning to require enforcement.

DING! DING! DING!

Normally, a match begins with the fighters warily circling each other, feeling out, waiting for an opening, seeing who will make the first move. But not so tonight! To the surprise of everyone, the instant the bell rang Milla exploded out of her corner, bounded across the ring, quickly planted herself in front of Catherine and pulling her right arm way back and raising her left leg like a baseball pitcher, proceeded to unload a massive haymaker onto Catherine’s jaw, sending her spinning back into the ropes, surprised and stunned with a thousand flashing lights dancing before her eyes as she fell back onto the ropes, which was all that kept her from falling to the mat.

Milla with her arms raised in a boxing stance danced back and forth on her feet toward the temporarily disoriented Catherine, laying back against the ropes. Lifting Catherine's head up by the chin with her left hand, Milla slugged her face again with her right. She then came up close, put her hands on Catherine's shoulders and thrust up with a hard knee to the pussy that made her double over. Milla held Catherine's shoulders down as she executed a knee lift to Catherine's boobs that caused the Oscar winner to let out a loud moan of pain. Milla followed with two more knee lifts to the same spot, further weakening the notorious ‘Welsh Witch’. Smiling, Milla stepped back a few paces, set her feet and brutally kicked Catherine in the belly, again causing her to double over. Catherine’s knees wobbled as she hunched over clutching her belly while Milla bent her knees, then straightened upward beneath Catherine, driving a vicious right uppercut that rocked Catherine back, then dropped her to her knees.

Milla walked around behind Catherine, went to one knee with the other leg bent in front of her, then dragged Catherine over her knee with the small of Catherine's back balanced on Milla's thigh in the classic back breaker. Indeed, Milla proceeded in just that direction, with her left hand in a breast claw on Catherine's large right boob whle her right hand digs into a firm crotch claw. Milla bowed her back as she pressed down hard on both ends of Catherine's body, slowly bending her back to an unnatural angle, while at the same time torturing her breast and pussy. Catherine’s feet beat a tattoo on the mat as she raised first one leg in the air, then stomped down and raised the other; all the time loudly crying out in agony.

Catherine reached up and grabbed a fistful of Milla’s hair, trying to pull her head back, but Milla ignored the pain in her scalp and continued to torture Catherine’s body with single-minded concentration on her back. After long moments of this torture, Catherine’s breathless cries weakened as she screamed herself hoarse. Milla shoved Catherine roughly off her knee onto the mat, got down and wrapped her legs around Catherine's proudly newly slender mid-section. Milla's strong legs locked and she began to squeeze hard, causing Catherine to once more to cry out in pain even though she still hadn’t fully caught her breath.

As she continued her punishing scissors, Milla reached up and gathered up Catherine's hair, lifting her head, then violently slamming it back down on the mat. Catherine was in deep trouble! Milla released the scissors, stood up, kicked Catherine over onto her back and then as she writhed in pain, stomped Catherine between the legs with a crotch stomp!

With Catherine squirming in great pain, Milla reaches out and grabs her left hand, "Here, let me help you up!"

She yanks Catherine up, then ducks under to twist Catherine's arm up behind her back while with her right hand, she slams Catherine’s butt back down, leaving her sitting on the mat, legs stretched out in front her her with Milla wrenching the hammerlock! Catherine is grimacing in pain. Milla - still in control with the hammerlock, sits behind Catherine and wraps her legs around Catherine's middle, then gives a hard squeeze. Catherine sits upright, gasping in agony. Milla alternates between using both hands to ratchet up the pressure on Catherine's left arm and squeezing her waist with the scissors. While her right hand is still free, all Catherine can do is slap and punch ineffectually at Milla's thighs. Soon, she stops even that as each time she slaps or hits Milla's leg she gets a jolt of pain as payback.

Milla purrs in Catherine's ear: "Would you like this to stop?"

Catherine, panting heavily, nods almost imperceptibly, but desperately to stay in the match grunts, "I....I'm not going…to submit."

"Oh,” Milla chirps happily. “I'm not ASKING you to submit. No, I have another way out of this for you."

Catherine, wincing from the hammerlock/scissors combination, pauses and then gasps in pain again, "Oh…what's…that?"

Milla chuckles, "I want you to make yourself come."

Catherine gasps, "WHAT!!?"

Milla wrenches the hammerlock, bending Catherine forward until her bulging breasts are nearly flattened against her thighs, "You heard me! Get yourself off and I release the hold."

"No! Yo…you're crazy!" Catherine gasps, then tries to reach up and rake Milla's eyes with her right hand.

Milla easily avoids the move, gets angry and cranks up the pressure on the arm; then snarls, "You don't seem to get it!" Then cranking on the arm once more, adds, "You either do as I say, or in ‘Ocean's 13’ you'll be playing the part described as ‘one-armed bandit’; and I mean that literally!"

Catherine, speaking haltingly through gasps of pain, "I...I don't…(unnnh)..think I could…(ugggg)...make myself do…(AHHHH!)...something like that…(OH!)...right now…(uhhhhggg)…like this…(unnnnnnhhh)...even if I wanted."

Milla squeezes her leg-scissors and jerks up on the arm again, "Well, you damn well better TRY, or I'll break your arm right off, shove IT up your pussy, and get you off myself!"

Catherine, moaning in pain, agrees…”OK, OK!. I'll do it. But...(unnnh)…your legs are…(ugggg)…in the way. I can't reach…down there….”

Milla thought for a moment, then nodded, "Fair enough." She opens her legs around Catherine's waist, but quickly drops her feet down between Catherine's splayed legs, then turning her feet out under Catherine's thighs, she wrenchs out and pulls back with her strong legs, painfully grapevining Catherine's legs as she lifts her knees.

"Now do it! It should be easy in THIS position. I swear I'll snap your legs like a dry wishbone."

Catherine, in even greater pain than before, quickly cries, "OK…OK….ok…oh….kaaaaaaaaa…."

"And remember," Milla warns her. "I can tell if you're faking!"

Catherine surprises Milla, saying boldly - under the circumstances, "Oh, don't worry about…UNNNGGGHH….that. I'll be getting off thinking about the pain I'm going to put your sorry ass through before the night is over!"

Milla threw back her head and laughed, "The word for what you’re gonna be doing is ‘FANTASIZING’!” Then she frowned and maliciously growled, "Now get busy!"

Catherine's hand reached down between her wide-spread thighs - blushing furiously at being forced to perform this humiliating deed in front of thousands in a live audience and millions watching on pay per view - then began to slowly rub herself, then faster until she suddenly went rigid as she climaxed and her body shuddered in a big orgasm. While Catherine was fingering herself to a humiliating climax. Milla's lusty half-glazed-over eyes betrayed her own dreamy sensual pleasure at using her power to force ‘The Great Catherine’ to perform this act of public degradation.

When Catherine's body gave its final shudder and her pussy made its last twinge, Milla - true to her word - released Catherine's arm, opened her legs and leaned on Catherine’s shoulders as she pushed herself to her feet. Catherine immediately began trying to rub feeling back into her left arm but her legs were also burning from the pain of the grapevine. She wasn't sure she could stand up, a combination of factors brought on by Milla’s muscle-deadening grapevine and the debilitating effects of her self-enduced orgasm.

Catherine looked up and saw Milla standing with her legs spread, looking down at her with a funny expression on her face she started to say something witty or clever, but as she opened her mouth, Milla grabbed the back of her head in both hands and rammed it forward between her legs. She began rubbing Catherine's nose and face up and down, roughly and rapidly grinding it back and forth on her own steaming pussy. After what probably seemed an eternity to Catherine, but was only a minute or two, Milla’s orgasm explosively erupted, sending shudders from her toes to her head. She threw back her head, giving a long, satisfied sigh; her eyes closed in satisfied exhaustion.

But when Milla re-opened her eyes, she got a strange view and sensation. She was hovering above the mat, her feet no longer on the mat. To her complete surprise, the woman she mistakenly thought she had utterly beaten into submission was in fact alive and well - and had Milla off the mat, bearhugging both Milla's thighs. Holding Milla in the air by her arms around her thighs, Catherine was unable to see much with her face still buried in Milla’s pussy and her head still firmly in Milla's grasp. Catherine only extracted her head from Milla's grip when she flung Milla down to the canvas! The two now rose and stood facing each other on opposite sides of the ring.

Catherine was seething in fury as, rising to her full height, her voice shaking in rage and eyes flashing with fire she spat, "For what you have just dared to do to me, you are going to be severely punished. I am going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget, and have you begging for mercy."

Such was the force of the malevolent hatred projected by this suddenly dominant-looking figure who had unexpectedly resurrected herself, that Milla felt a sudden twinge of fear. But she quickly suppressed it and reminded herself - and Catherine - of the actual reality of the situation.

"That's big talk from someone whose ass I've kicked all over the ring and whose nose I just used as my personal dildo. The fact is, I've been taking it easy on you up to now - considering your advanced age - but NO MORE! I'm about to introduce you to a new world of pain!"

They moved directly toward each other and as they closed, both raised their fists. Milla pulled back her right arm and drove it towards Catherine's jaw, but she blocked the punch with her left forearm and countered with a vicious right uppercut to Milla's solar plexus. Milla grunted and doubled slightly, just long enough for Catherine to bring an overhand right crashing down to the side of her head; then Catherine launched a left uppercut to Milla's chin and another overhand right smashing into her left eye socket. With Milla reeling under her onslaught, Catherine sent a left cross to her nose and a right plowed into Milla's body. A roundhouse left to her head, then a series of brutal inside punches to Milla's abdomen buckled her knees.

Catherine’s punches rained down on every part of Milla’s body before a left hook to the head, followed by a right cross, finally knocked her down. Catherine dragged Milla up by her hair and kneed her in the face. Still holding her hair, she moved to the side, lifted her up a little and hammered three consecutive knee lifts into Milla's softening stomach.

Turning toward her, Catherine kneed her in the cunt which left Milla bent over moaning in tremendous pain. Catherine took Milla's right arm and placed it on her left shoulder, then slid her right arm between Milla's legs as she cupped her left arm around her head, then gave a grunt and hoiste her up in the air, bringing her crashing down in a body slam! Milla bounced when she hit the mat and didn’t move as Catherine approached her, her storming fury still unabated, and began violently kicking Milla; in the head, in the stomach, in the ass - repeatedly! Until Milla's body was one solid mass of pain and hurt.!

Catherine dragged Milla up by the hair only to slap her si hard with a mighty back hand that it knocked her back down. This time when she pulled Milla's head up, she put it between her legs and squeezed, using her long, powerful dancer's legs until Milla's face turned a light magenta before Catherine reached down, wrapped her arms around Milla's waist and flipped her upside down, heaving her high into the air, then dropping to her knees and powerbombing Milla to the mat!

Winking at the TV camera, Catherine then shoved Milla's head between her legs again and powerbombed her for a second time! Milla was just about out when Catherine grabbed her left arm and yanked her off the mat, again lifting her up for a body slam but this time, instead of immediately slamming her, Catherine carried Milla around the entire ring - a display of powerful dominance somewhat like a Celtic warrior queen bearing her beaten prey - before slamming her forcibly back down with such ferocity the impact made the ring shake.

Milla was still conscious but barely moving, her legs twitching irregularly as Catherine slowly sauntered over to her, kicked her over onto her stomach then stood astride Milla's back facing her feet as she pulled both of Milla's legs up and tucked them under her armpits before she leaned back, turning the hold into a Boston crab.

As Milla's legs are bent backward to a horrible angle, Milla began to cry out, "Please! Stop! You're breaking my back!"

"Let me hear you say that you're a skanky piece of Eurotrash," Catherine demanded.

"I…I'm a skanky piece of Eurotrash!" Milla quickly admitted.

"Tell me that I am your superior and a better woman than you," commands Catherine, continuing to apply severe pressure to the Boston Crab.

"You are my superior…and...a better woman…" Milla meekly replied.

"Do you want to submit?" Catherine asked softly.

"Oh God…yes…p…please!"

"BEG!!"

"I beg you…please…let me submit!"

"Then yell out your submission so the audience can hear your pathetic concession!"

Milla, her eyes streaming tears, began to babble as loud as she could, "I submit…..I submit! I submit…..I submit…"

Hearing her submission, the ringside official rang the bell ending the match and recognizing Catherine as the winner by submission! But Catherine was still far from done! She flung Milla's legs down, releasing her hold but quickly reached down, grabbed her by the hair and yanked Milla to her knees. Catherine pulls back like she's going to slap her and Milla flinches in abject fear, but Catherine was only playing. She smiled cruelly, without striking her….Catherine had no need to HIT her anymore - not when the mere threat of it made Milla to cower in fear.

"On your back, bitch!" Catherine commands and Milla quickly lays down.

Catherine arranges herself atop of her, her powerful legs splitting Milla's in a grapevine that causes excruciating pain to the Ukrainian beauty. Next, Catherine grabs Milla's wrists and stretches her arms on the mat above her head before laying down and letting her much larger breasts press down on Milla's far smaller ones. Catherine's face is inches from Milla's and she tries to close her eyes and avert her gaze but Catherine will have none of it! "Open your eyes and look at me!" Milla does briefly, but has to turn away from the frightening countenance of her conqueror. "I SAID, Open your eyes and look at me… or else!"

Catherine punctuates her threat by further stretching out the grapevine sending ripples of pain through Milla's legs and crotch. Milla is forced to look up into Catherine's eyes as Catherine's eyes bore back into hers. Then, positioning her pussy directly on Milla's pubic mound, Catherine begins to undulate her body, pistoning her hips up and down, more and more violently, causing Milla to cry out piteously even as she is still forced to gaze at Catherine. When Catherine sees the look of complete fear, subjugation and pain in Milla’s eyes, she pumps her hips in one final cycle of undulation and achieves her ultimate, climactic satisfaction!