Kat was the favorite in this quarterfinal clash, though the odds were a little more even than they would have been had she met Colet in earlier rounds.

Cole, formerly of "Summerland" fame (or something close to it) had emerged as the tournament dark horse, surprising many pundits by earning her place in such an illustrious company of eight. Cole wasn't the least surprised, however, and couldn't imagine why she should be! While she couldn't match other quarterfinalists in terms of Star Power, she was more than a match any of them in Woman Power. Tall and athletic, the former volleyball player and a karate buff had enough fighting skills and sense to mix it up with just about any woman outside professional fighting circles.

Cole had certainly done whatever was needed in this tournament and proved it in the first round against highly-rated Yvonne Strahovski when Taylor produced the shock of the year by knocking out the heavily-favored Australian beauty within just seconds of the opening bell with a devastatingly accurate kick to the jaw.

To show her first win was no fluke, Cole achieved two more; in the second round overcoming "Gossip Girl" star Blake Lively in an evenly-contested fight, and again in the third when she'd shocked many by managing to submit powerhouse Kristanna Loken with a Full Nelson/Body Scissors combo after a titanic struggle.

These two opponents have a bit of a history and there had been some pre-fight tension, so everyone was expecting the match to be fierce... and it was! Clad only in bikinis, Katherine and Taylor flew at each other from the start with only one thought in mind. Swinging wildly, they traded punches and slaps, before latching onto each other's hair and tugging furiously. The younger, fitter, Taylor eventually succeeded in forcing Kat back; slamming her into the Perspex wall hard enought that Kat groaned - then almost immediately drove her fist into Taylor's belly.

The brunette grunted and backed off slightly, but still hung on to her rival's hair and now pulled mightily, spinning Kat around and sending her towards the center of the ring. Kat managed to recover her balance just in time to receive a hard punch to the head by the charging Taylor. The blow sent the D.C. native sprawling and the next moment Taylor was all over her foe, clawing and tearing. Kat was hurt, but kept her composure and fought back, grabbing Taylor's hair and dragging her down. The two wrestled furiously on the ground for nearly a full minute, each striving to overcome her foe. Both were big, strong girls, but Taylor had a slight advantage in skill and - by the looks of it - in strength. The brunette was eventually able to get the upper hand, rolling on top of the other woman and weighing her down, while pulling her hair with one hand and slapping her face with the other. Yelping in pain, Kat responded with some slaps of her own before grabbing both of Taylor's breasts. The top of Taylor's red bikini had been lost during the scuffle and now Kat's sharp claws dug deep into the brunette's tender skin, causing the beautiful Texan to howl in pain.

Bucking her foe off, Kat rose up and pounced on the hurt Taylor, intent on finishing her. Instead, she found herself trapped in a waist-crushing Body Scissors. Letting out a snarl of both satisfaction and malice, Taylor snatched two handfuls of fair tresses to keep her enemy close and began tightening the Scissors. The brunette's powerful thighs made short work of the Kat's vulnerable midsection and soon the blonde was moaning loudly in pain. Squirming helplessly, Heigl tried to prize her captor's constricting thighs open, but it was no use.

Panting harshly, Taylor quickly maneuvered her body so that her opponent was now wedged sideways between her legs and really began pouring on the pressure. The two sexy, glistening bodies thrashed around on the mat and with every passing second it was becoming increasingly evident that Taylor was winning the battle. Kat was struggling, but simply could not escape her rival's crushing grip. Soon, rather than twisting in calculated attempts to break free, the D.C. beauty was merely writhing in agony, mewling and whimpering as she pawed futilely at the brunette's bulging thighs. Taylor hung on doggedly, her pretty face grim and determined as she continued to squeeze her foe with all her might, overwhelming the big blonde, hurting her, weakening her. To her credit, Kat refused to give in, but all she achieved through her resoluteness was to accumulate more punishment, which robbed her of her last reserves of strength.

Finally, with Kat almost limp, Taylor rolled her onto her back and straddled her belly. The sexy Texan ripped Kat's white bikini top down and then tore into the blonde's exposed breasts; sinking her talons deep into the two luscious orbs; squeezing and twisting as Kat howled in agony, kicking and bucking as her precious assets were mauled. But there was nothing she could do; she was too weak to throw Taylor off; too exhausted to pulld her hands from her breasts. And so the torture continued unabated.

Only after a hoarse Kat screamed her submission did Taylor release her death-grip on her rival's savaged breasts. Sliding forward so her thighs framed Kat's face, Taylor grabbed the blonde's hair, stared down into the pinned woman's eyes long and hard, savoring the defeat she saw there. Her naked, glistening chest heaving with her heavy breathing, a small smile of satisfaction curled her lips as Taylor put the finishing touches to her triumph - pulling Kat's head up by the hair and burying the blonde's face in the damp front of her bikini bottom.

Kat let out a few muffled cries of protest as she struggled in vain beneath her opponent, but there was nothing she could do! Sitting firmly on top, Taylor merely tugged harder, wedging Kat's face deeper and deeper into her crotch until the defeated woman was no longer able to resist and lay still and subdued under her. Her dominance firmly established, the victorious Texas beauty released Kat and rose to accept the spectators' plaudits. Beaming, she posed over the supine blonde, waiting for the Perspex wall to be lowered so she could strut from the ring, more convinced than ever the championship was hers for the taking.
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Quarterfinal #2: Beyonce Knowles (9-4-81, 5'6", Houston, Tx,) vs. Scarlett Johansson (11-22-84, 5'3", NYC)

Most bets were on Beyonce for this one. Taller and heavier, she looked stronger and in better shape than her opponent. She had also been quite impressive in her previous fights and many touted her as one of the favorites to go all the way in the tournament. The draw had not been kind to her and she had been thrown into the deep end right from the start, having to face rival Pop Diva Britney Spears in her opening match, which had turned out to be nothing short of a brutal struggle for survival. In the end, Knowles had prevailed, outlasting Britney in a grueling mutual Head-Scissors contest, the sepia beauty's mighty thighs eventually forcing Spears to submit after the blonde's own powerful legs had faltered and ultimately failed. Beyonce then proceeded to punish her vanquished foe for her erstwhile spirited resistance by slowly rendering her unconscious with a humiliating Reverse Facesit, thus sending a clear message to the rest of the field.

The same thing happened to Ali Landry, whom Beyonce had come up against in the second round and who had also put up a tremendous fight before finally succumbing to Knowles' superior strength and endurance. In the third round, luck had pitted Beyonce against Ali Larter and, oddly enough, this one had been an even more fiercely contested affair. Having some history since working together on the same movie set, both women had come into the fight with a point to prove and had done their utmost to achieve this, regardless of the cost. Here too Beyonce succeeded; once again managing to use her powerful dancer's legs to crush an embattled and spent foe into submission. The dark-skinned victress had then put on the finishing touches by Facesitting her blonde rival unconscious, but not before a good deal of gloating and trash-talking.

Scarlett seemed to have had it easy in her quest for glory, but not a lot! The buxom blonde had started off with a win over Victoria's Secret model Adriana Lima in the first round, Breast-Smothering the slender Brazilian into defeat, albeit with some difficulties. She had done the same to her second-round opponent, Lacey Chabert, but she had really had to struggle against the curvaceous brunette and had been on the brink of defeat on more than one occasion during the fight. She had delivered a more convincing performance in her next match against Vanessa Anne Hudgens. Hudgens, a surprise third-round qualifier, had fought a really taxing battle against archrival Hayden Panettiere in the previous round and had not managed to fully recover for her fight with Scarlett. Good news for Johansson, who had taken control early and had hardly relinquished it throughout the fight, practically dominating her worn-out foe before eventually using her bountiful breasts to smother the diminutive brunette out.

Clad in a silver bikini, Beyonce exuded confidence as she came at her opponent from the start. Scarlett, in an all-black bikini, looked a bit nervous, backing off, then circling to the side, hands held up at chest level, fingers curled into claws. Beyonce smiled, feigned a lunge to left, which had Scarlett jumping nervously to the right. Knowles, still smiling, changed direction swiftly and effortlessly and moved in, digging a hard right just below the blonde's ribcage. Scarlett groaned and instantly responded with a deafening slap to her attacker's face, which echoed throughout the arena, drawing a loud collective moan from the crowd.

Angered a lot more than she was hurt, Beyonce snarled and plowed into her foe, tackling her to the ground and whaling away at her with both hands. Squealing, Scarlet squirmed and kicked frantically and eventually managed to throw Beyonce off. Beyonce was back up in an instant and pounced on the blonde again, just as the latter was struggling to get up. They rolled over a few times, pulling hair and slapping and clawing as they struggled for the top position. Again it was Beyonce who pinned her foe down, but not for long; Scarlet twisted and bucked with purpose and succeeded in forcing the Texan off...
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Several long, exhausting minutes later and the battle was no closer to being decided than it had been at the beginning. Beyonce had generally had the upper hand, dictating terms, but she had failed to convert her dominance into a win. She was clearly stronger than the blonde, but she just could not put her away. Proving remarkably adept at wriggling her way out of tight spots, Scarlett continuously defied her more powerful foe, using all means at her disposal - fists, elbows, feet, knees, claws and teeth - to thwart Beyonce's attempts to trap her. More than that, she had even managed to hurt Knowles on few occasions, proving to the singer - and everyone else - that her presence in the quarterfinals was no accident.

The inability to dispose of what she herself considered a vastly inferior opponent had had an effect on Beyonce and it showed. Frustration etched on her face, the normally glamorous Texan beauty looked positively frazzled. She was now topless, sweating profusely as she struggled to control her breathing, while continuing to chase after her elusive foe. Scarlett was not in better shape herself. She too had lost her bikini top and was tired and hurt, but she seemed to have gained in confidence as the minutes ticked by. Buoyed by the fact that she was able to hold her own against her bigger opponent, the blonde continued to move around, inviting Beyonce to follow her in the hope of luring the dark-sinned battler into making a mistake.

Getting more and more enraged by the fruitlessness of her efforts, Beyonce grew reckless in her attacks, determined to break her rival's resistance at any cost. Snarling angrily, she either threw haphazard punches which Scarlett dodged easily, or charged forward in attempts to take the blonde down, only to have the latter nimbly slip out of the way at the last moment. It was during one of those wild lunges that Beyonce lost her footing - just for a moment, but it was enough for Scarlett. Having sidestepped her stumbling foe, the blonde swung her right fist as hard as she could and connected solidly with the side of Beyonce's head.

Already off balance, Knowles groaned and staggered, ultimately ending up on the ground in a heap. Letting out a savage growl, Scarlett flung herself atop her foe while the latter was trying to get up. Even with the other woman's weight bearing down on her, Beyonce managed to push herself up to her knees, her strong body working overtime as she struggled to rise all the way. Snuggled up behind her opponent, Scarlett kept trying to wrap her arms around Beyonce's neck for a Choke, but the Texas native kept her chin down and her own arms in the way, blocking the attempts.

Frustrated, Scarlett snarled and suddenly lowered her sights, grabbing hold of Beyonce's naked breasts and squeezing them viciously. Howling in pain and fury, Beyonce got hold on Scarlett's wrists and tugged mightily. The blonde's grip slipped off of Knowles sweaty boobs and the next moment Beyonce twisted to one side with a snarl, leading with her elbow. Scarlett was better than that, though and effortlessly ducked the elbow aimed at the side of her head. The momentum of her attack twisted Beyonce's body almost completely around and before she could recover, Scarlett slammed into her from the side, pushing hard and forcing her down on her back. Wasting little time, the blonde sprawled on top of her foe, slapping her luscious breasts onto the sepia beauty's face.

"Gotcha, bytch!" The sexy New Yorker growled, wrapping her arms around Beyonce's head and squeezing tight.

Her face completely buried beneath the opulence of hot titflesh, Beyonce was unable to breathe and struggled wildly to free herself before it was too late. Bucking and kicking, she twisted her powerful body back and forth in attempts to roll her foe over, but nothing doing. Knees drawn up and spread wide for balance, the smaller woman stayed atop her writhing foe and continued smothering her with her breasts, realizing this was her best chance of defeating the powerfully-built singer.

"Quit squirmin' you slut!" Scarlett ordered through clenched teeth. "Nothin' you can do now!"

Panting harshly, she mashed her slick, supple boobs harder and harder against Beyonce's features, determined not to allow the pinned Texan any air.

Equally determined to break free, Beyonce continued to heave mightily, punching and clawing her rival's naked torso. She simply could not bear the thought of failure. She intended to win this fight (and the whole tournament) and was ready to do anything for it - including getting hold of the back of Scarlett's bikini bottom with one hand and pulling with all her strength.

As the thinly stretched fabric sawed painfully between her legs, Scarlett squealed in and squirmed, desperate for relief. Her need for oxygen more imperative than ever, Beyonce now added her other hand to the mix, her claws digging deep into the blonde's vulnerable crotch. This proved to be a bit more than Scarlett could handle and she had to release the Smother, rolling away from her foe to escape the agony.

Beyonce was the first to get up and she immediately pounced on her rival while the latter was still busy dealing with the pain in her groin. Scarlett tried to struggle but was steadily overwhelmed by the other woman's superior strength and soon found herself flat on her back in a Schoolgirl Pin.

"Looks to me like even my nothin' is better than everythin' YOU got, bytch!" Beyonce panted looking down into her squirming captive's flushed face: "Now let's see just what I can and can't do!" the sepia-hued babe added ominously as she started hammering Scarlett's unprotected face with both fists.

The blows nearly knocked Scarlett out, but it seemed Beyonce had other plans for her rival. Lying down on her side, Knowles pulled Johansson's head between her solid thighs and clamped them shut, squeezing hard. Scarlet gasped, her eyes bulging, her face turning crimson under the massive pressure exerted on her trapped head by Beyonce's powerful legs. Moaning in pain, she slapped and clawed at the constricting thighs, but they only squeezed harder, heaping on the pain till she just could not take it any more and submitted in tears. Not satisfied, Beyonce continued to torture her beaten rival, squashing her head and slapping her face, while constantly taunting and mocking her, completely disregarding the blonde's shrill pleas for mercy.

And when she finally did release her crushing grip, it was not because she had relented. She merely wanted to add some humiliation to her fallen foe's pain. Hiking up her bikini bottom so that the back of it disappeared in her ass crack, revealing her glistening buttocks, she planted her broad derriere right on Scarlett's face in a Reverse Facesit.

"Let's see how you like it when you can't breathe, tramp!" the sepia beauty said smugly, wiggling her curvy hips to settle down more comfortably; her famous, well-rounded backside engulfing the pinned woman's face, cutting off her air. Scarlett obviously didn’t like it if her wild bucking and writhing was an indication. Desperate for air, she struggled with all her strength in her exhausted, aching, body, but that was never going to be enough. She was finished!

"Booty over boobs any day, bytch!" Beyonce announced proudly, sitting pretty, humping and grinding as she smothered her thrashing victim. Reaching down she slapped Scarlett's bouncing, jiggling boobs several times, then grabbed the gleaming, milky-white orbs and twisted and pulled them around; digging her claws deep into the supple flesh, while riding Scarlett's face hard. On the verge of passing out, Scarlett kicked and twisted frantically, slapping and pawing Beyonce's s gyrating hips - all in vain!

Several seconds later, the blonde's oxygen-staved body began to shut down and in a short while all movement ceased as she lost consciousness...her championship inspirations over for good.

Smiling contentedly, Beyonce rose languidly; the unmistakable glow of victory about her. Panting, her glistening chest heaving rapidly, she stood straddling her vanquished foe and spread her arms wide, looking around challengingly and roared,

"WHO'S NEXT?" She was certain the remaining two fights needed to become Champion were just a formality.
******
Quarterfinal #3: Amanda Righetti (5'8.5"; 4-4-83; St. George, UT) vs. Jessica Biel (5'7.5", 3-3-82; Ely, MN)

The two powerhouses started off their match cautiously, but that was not due to lack of motivation or confidence. Each woman was aware of her opponent's obvious physical might and neither one was willing to rush into any mistakes that could prove disastrous. Biel was still the bookies' favorite to win the tournament at, with Beyonce Knowles a close second, but the odds were almost even for this quarterfinal. Not only was Righetti imposing in stature - she had managed to impress everyone with her in-ring prowess from her very first fight. Pitted against Natasha Henstridge in the tournament's opener, the relative 'newbie' had matched the powerful and experienced blonde every step of the way, making for an exciting back-and-forth fight that had had spectators at the edge of their seats. With each woman giving as good as she got, victory had hung in the balance for a long time, until, frustrated with her inability to outmaneuver her less-experienced foe, Natasha had decided to throw all caution to the wind and simply stand toe-to-toe with Amanda. In the wild slugfest that had followed, the two vixens, edged on by the hollering of the frenzied crowd, had pounded away at each other with little thought of defense until all of a sudden, down had gone Mighty Nat amidst a flurry of blows to her jaw. She had tried to beat the count, but in vain - Righetti going through in uncompromising fashion.

In the second round, Amanda had faced off against Mariah Carey, and although she was clearly giving up a good few pounds to the singer, she had again managed to make it an even - and quite lengthy - fight. The protracted intense action had worked to the younger woman's advantage and she had finally succeeded in trapping a worn-out and chugging Mariah in a Guillotine Choke and wring a submission out of the larger, heavier Pop Diva.

The third round had put Amanda in with supermodel Cindy Crawford. Here, despite being younger and in better shape, Righetti had really struggled against the crafty veteran, Crawford's skill and experience, combined with some surprising physical strength, providing the sternest test yet for the powerful redhead. In the end, though, proving that there was more to her than just endurance and heavy hitting, Amanda had managed to snare her slippery foe in a Sleeper Hold, putting Crawford out for the night and out of the tournament.

Jessica, for her part, had started her campaign strongly, trouncing Naomi Campbell in the first round. Naomi had tried to make a fight of it, attacking early and landing some punches, but then Jessica had taken it to ground, where the model had simply stood no chance. In no time Biel had overwhelmed her foe and put her flat on her back in a Schoolgirl Pin, despite all of Campbell's furious screaming and struggling. Rendered helpless, Naomi had bucked and kicked for a while, but had soon realized the futility of her efforts and had wisely decided to submit - a decision largely helped by the hefty slaps Biel had started landing on her unprotected face.

The second round had brought a much tougher challenge for Jessica in the shape of tennis star Maria Sharapova. Evenly matched in both strength and skill, the two had battled each other fiercely, the fight eventually turning into a real war of attrition. Finally, with both women's energy all but completely depleted, Jessica had somehow found her way on top, bending the big Russian's spent body into a punishing Camel Clutch and forcing Maria to submit.

In the third round, Jessica, like Amanda, had had to face a cougar. Brooke Burke had surprised many by advancing this far and she had certainly surprised Biel with a blend of body strength and clever fighting, causing a number of problems for the younger woman. Eventually, though, Jessica had powered her way to victory, submitting the feisty Burke with a tight Cradle, to advance to the quarterfinals and face Righetti.

Circling around, Amanda and Jessica watched each other carefully, each waiting for a chance to strike. Amanda, wearing a black bikini, was the first to lose patience. Not really cut out for any cat-and-mouse games, the redhead glided forward smoothly, jabbing with her left hand at Biel's head and connecting. Jessica grunted and backed off a step. Amanda followed, left fist shooting out again, slamming into Jessica's chest, forcing her back. The brunette snarled and returned fire, swinging mightily with her right. Amanda leaned back, avoiding the blow, then hammered one more into Jessica's white-clad rack, making it wobble. Biel instantly threw another right, which Amanda dodged as easily as the first one with a quick twist of her supple body. Righetti then stepped up and dug her left fist into the brunette's side, drawing a low moan and forcing another retreat. Biel growled, looking both hurt and frustrated. Righetti grinned, looking both smug and confident.

Seeing that boxing with Amanda is not the way to go and not wanting to become another Henstridge, Jessica now switched tactics and lunged forward, bending low as she sought to tackle her foe to the ground. Amanda was caught in two minds as to whether she should stand her ground and try to repel the attack, or simply avoid it, and in the end she did neither. Her punch was much too weak and inaccurate to stop Jessica and her half-hearted attempt at jumping out of the way came far too late. Jessica slammed into her foe, arms wrapping around Amanda's thighs, right shoulder ramming into the redhead's belly, the force of the impact toppling the Utah native over.

Landing on top, Jessica clamped a tight Headlock onto her opponent. Amanda tried to respond with a Body Scissors, but Jessica quickly shifted her body so that it was now almost at right angles with Righetti's. Her arm was still wound tightly around Amanda's head and she was bearing down hard, holding the big redhead pinned on her back. Amanda was kicking and twisting, but with little effect; Jessica kept the pressure on, twisting her opponent's neck, drawing gasps of pain from the St. George beauty.

"Give?" Biel asked through clenched teeth.

"N-ngh!" Amanda replied, strong legs kicking out wildly.

"Give!" This time it was a demand as Biel ground down even harder on the trapped head, making Amanda groan.

"In your dreams, bytch!" Righetti spat, then her manicured fingernails suddenly found the other woman's face.

Jessica squealed and instantly released her grip, rolling away. The two got up quickly and squared off, panting and shaking. They circled around for several moments before closing in and falling to the ground in a tangle, wrestling furiously. This time Amanda was the more persistent and aggressive of the two and managed to work her way to a controlling position, wrapping up Jessica's in a Body Scissors from behind. Jessica squirmed back and froth between the redhead's legs, trying to break the hold, but to no avail. Amanda squeezed her foe hard, her powerful thighs bulging as she tried to wring the life out of Biel's taut, wriggling body. At the same time she constantly looked to wrap her arms around Jessica's neck for a Choke, knowing that if she succeeded the fight was hers for the taking. Jessica knew this too, though, and kept getting her own arms in the way. Angry and impatient, Amanda grabbed a handful of he brunette's hair and started tugging violently, shaking Jessica's head to and fro.

"OOOWWWW! LET GO, YOU BYTCH!" Biel yelled, reaching up and back and snatching Amanda's red tresses in turn, pulling hard. Righetti growled and tried to land a few slaps to the side of her rival's face, but only succeeded in enraging Jessica, who all of a sudden heaved mightily and managed to break free of the Scissors.

Whirling around, Jessica pounced on the surprised redhead and flattened her to the mat, face first. Amanda squealed and squirmed, but Biel would not have it and planted a knee right between Amanda's shoulder blades, pinning her down. A second later, Jessica's fingers were laced under Amanda's chin, the brunette's strong arms pulling upwards, twisting the redhead's neck backwards.

"You like that, bytch?" Jessica crowed, tugging harder and harder, delighting in her rival's moans of pain. "Huh? You like it? Want me to break your neck?"

Her pretty face twisted in agony, Amanda groaned ever louder, hands scrabbling at her tormentor's wrists and forearms, feet thumping the mat, big, strong body squirming back and forth in search of a way out.

"Give - it - up - you big-ass whore!" the brunette ordered in a low, tense voice, still working over her writhing foe's neck.

"Nuh…nu…never!" Amanda croaked, thrashing around wildly. Somehow, she managed to push up and slide out from underneath Jessica's knee with a sudden twist of her body and then break free altogether. Jessica cursed and tried to shove Righetti down to the floor again, but the redhead quickly rolled away and got up on her knees, facing her opponent.

The two flew at each other, but whereas Jessica merely looked to slam into the other woman and bowl her over, Amanda led with her right fist, driving it straight into Biel's left breast. Her charge abruptly halted, the brunette squealed and clutched at her quivering tit. Amanda now pushed forward, taking her rival down and getting on top of her. They struggled with all their might; Amanda gripping Jessica's writs and trying to pin her arms above her, while a bucking, twisting Biel did her utmost to prevent that.

"You're finished, Biel!" Amanda growled in her foe's reddened face, while bearing down on her hard, grinding her chest into the brunette's, "You've always been way overrated, and now you're plain washed-up! There's a new top bytch in Hollywood: The name's Righetti - and I'll make sure you remember it!"

"Sorry, hon," Jessica panted out, bridging up energetically, still resisting the other woman's strength and weight, "I beat too many little upstarts to bother trying to remember their names! None of them matter anyway!" Finally able to throw Amanda off, Jessica rolled her onto her back and straddled her, then pinned her down. "How's that for 'washed-up', huh?" Biel snarled, repeatedly slapping the bucking, groaning redhead.

"Who's 'Top Bytch' no…OOOOOW!" the brunette's angry snarl turned to a pained yelp as Amanda suddenly reached up and sank her claws into Jessica's breasts. The white bikini top was shredded in moments and there was nothing that stood between Amanda's manicured fingernails and Jessica's tender skin. Screeching, Biel tried to push Righetti's hands away, but Amanda would not have it and continued to squeeze and twist the brunette's luscious orbs, at the same time bucking feverishly, her knees thudding into Jessica's broad back again and again.

"AAAIIIEEEE! LEGGO! LEGGO! LEGGO!" Jessica wailed, clawing at Amanda's wrists. She managed to prize Righetti's hands from her slick breasts, but failed to keep her seat on top of the thrashing redhead and was forced to roll to the side.

The two rose only partially before coming together once again and falling down in a tangle of limbs. They were both tiring, but that did not stop them from tearing into each other with a vengeance, their solid, sweat-drenched bodies straining to the limit as they heaved and twisted with all their might in a titanic struggle for supremacy. Both seemed to be equally strong and determined and the fight hung in the balance for a long time.

With neither battling beauty able to gain the upper hand, it just went on and on - much to the displeasure and discomfort of one Jessica Biel. Having had to acknowledge (with the greatest reluctance) Amanda as the superior hitter, the powerful Minnesota native had taken the fight down to the mat with the purpose of overwhelming her rival at close quarters, but here too she had unexpectedly found herself stymied. Far from being overwhelmed, Righetti's sturdy body fought with equal strength against Jessica's taut, muscular frame; refusing to succumb - which was playing hell with the brunette's head.

Unused to being matched for sheer brawn in a fight, Jessica was growing more and more perturbed with each passing moment as they kept rolling around on the mat, neither of them succeeding in locking her opponent into a proper hold. Frustration clearly showing through, the brunette grew more and more sloppy and was nearly made to pay for it, narrowly avoiding having her head scissored between Amanda's powerful thighs on a couple of occasions.

Both women were tiring fast from their exertions, and with the situation still clearly at a deadlock, it was Jessica who first remembered that all is fair in a fair fight. Working her way on top of her foe, she did not bother to try and hold Amanda down as she knew she would not be able to anyway. Instead, she pulled back to create some space between her and the redhead and slammed her knee into the latter's crotch with brutal force. Amanda gave a choked cry and her body went rigid for a moment - just enough for Jessica to make her move. Jessica's brawny legs entwined Amanda's equally solid ones in a perfect Grapevine then kicked outwards mightily, spreading the redhead's lower limbs wide, putting even more strain on her already hurting groin. Almost at the same time Biel wrapped her strong arms around her opponent's head, sliding her naked, glistening tits onto Amanda's face for a sweaty Smother.

To say that Amanda was stunned by the sudden crippling pain in her nether regions and her suddenly finding herself flat on her back underneath Jessica with her face engulfed by the latter's slick breasts would be understating things more than just a tad. It took the redhead several moments to get over the shock and the agony, after which she began to struggle, but it was too late. With her legs spread in the Grapevine, she could not find the leverage to throw or roll her opponent off and she lost several precious seconds in bucking and twisting, which only took an even greater toll on her already overtaxed body. Sensing she was about to be defeated, she frantically tried pulling Jessica's hair and digging short punches into the brunette's heaving, gleaming flanks and again she achieved nothing. Jessica finally had her dangerous foe and she knew it; she was not about to be denied. She clung tightly to her struggling victim, breathing heavily as she mashed her full breasts into Amanda's face, depriving the trapped redhead of vital oxygen of which she herself was getting her full share.

That was it for Amanda. She still struggled, but no matter how much she heaved, she failed to make an impression on the immovable object on top of her in the shape of the brunette's hot, near-nude body that held her down, overwhelming her steadily. Powerful as she was, the redhead was in desperate need of air in the heat of the battle, and since she was not getting any, all her ongoing struggles achieved was to rapidly deplete her oxygen-starved muscles. Her strength waning fast, she tried bridging up a few more times, slapping and clawing at her rival's back and sides, but she was in a state of total panic at this point and unable to counteract with any efficiency. Still maintaining her suffocating embrace, Jessica now let out a guttural groan of both exertion and triumph with no small dose of pure relief thrown in; she could feel her opponent weakening.

Trembling with strain, taut, gleaming buns and thighs all aquiver, she squeezed as hard as she could with her arms pulling Amanda's face deeper and deeper into her sweat-soaked, supple chest, her well-muscled legs pushing mightily, forcing the helpless redhead's overmatched legs wider still. Amanda's struggles, gradually began to slow down as the last vestiges of strength were drained out of her and soon she was barely moving beneath Jessica.

Having waited for her moment patiently, the brunette now released her grip and quickly pushed up, straddling the all but unconscious redhead and pinning her arms at her sides with her knees. The haste was hardly necessary - a completely worn-out Amanda offered no resistance, being too busy trying to suck in as much air as she could into her tortured lungs.

"Bitch!" Jessica muttered as she sat atop the other woman, panting and shaking. Then she started slapping Amanda - good, solid open-handed smacks to the face, delivered with all the considerable strength of Biel's beefy arms that threw Righetti's head from side to side and drew low moans from the decimated Utah beauty. That was all Amanda could handle and more. Pinned and utterly helpless, the once powerful redhead had no resources left - physical or mental. She was a defeated woman an she was quick to admit to this herself, offering a bleating verbal submission; which her rival was happy to accept!

Rising up from her conquered foe, Jessica grinned broadly in delight. She was in the semifinals. It had taken all she had, but she had made it, and the fact that she had gotten there over mighty Amanda Righetti's beaten body made her almost giddy with pride and joy. She did not care how tired she was; she was the winner in this 'Clash of the Titans' and she wanted to make sure everyone knew it - especially Amanda. Her taught frame dripping with sweat her proud, naked breasts heaving up and down with her heavy breathing, she stood astride the supine redhead, running her fingers through her damp hair, slicking it back and flexing her strong arms and shoulders in the process. Then, her display finished, she bent down and ripped Amanda's top off, exposing Righetti's perky breasts, then planting her foot firmly between them. No word were necessary, as the victress gazed deep into her victim's eyes, reveling in the defeat she saw there.

"One more thing before I leave you to your misery," Jessica said softly, both her voice and her body quivering with exhaustion, "Don't EVER use the words 'top bitch' when you're referring to yourself...it's ridiculous!"

Casually draping Amanda's top around her neck, the triumphant brunette then gathered her own top from the floor and walked off the mat leaving a heap of redheaded wreckage in her wake.
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Quarterfinal #4: Catherine "Cat" Bell (5'9", 8-14-68, London, Eng.) vs. Halle Berry (5'7", 8-14-66, Cleveland, OH)

With three quarterfinals decided, it was down to Catherine Bell and Halle Berry for the final semifinal spot; two cougars looking fine and doing fine in the tournament so far. Each had advanced through tough opponents to reach the last eight, but now one had come to the end of the road. And while they both knew it, each believed she wouldn't be the one going home when this fight was over. Both had reason to feel confident; they were in excellent shape and each had a wealth of experience. Strangely enough, despite their extensive fighting careers, the two veterans hadn't faced each other in combat (at least not in an officially sanctioned match, although there were rumors of a few 'confrontations') - a fact that didn't make the odds maker's task an easy one. But previous history aside, bookies had to give odds and they decided to make them even - mostly based on Bell's and Berry's respective performances in the tournament - as in they'd been good!
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Starting against Erica Durance, Cat had earned a difficult win, ending a long, back-and-forth struggle with a Boston Crab, forcing the much younger (and heavily favored) Canadian beauty to submit. Her second-round win over "close friend" (and more than just a 'friend' according to some) Charlize Theron, had not only been more difficult, it was also unexpected. Carrying out a real exhibition in tactical combat, Cat managed to weather the storm of Charlize's early onslaught and gradually bring the battle to an even tilt. In the waiting game that had followed, the brunette proved herself the more patient and made better decisions; wearing her rival down to gain the edge. Frustrated, Theron lost control of her emotion and had fought with blind fury, making unreasonable demands on her greatly strained body, and playing right into the older woman's hands. Locking her in a succession of punishing holds, Catherine drained Charlize's strength until she finally snared the willowy blonde in a perfect Grapevine, adding a sweaty Breast-Smother to the mix. Spent and spread-eagled, the 'Golden Goddess' had been unable to escape and passed out under the brunette's generous curves - but not before suffering the humiliating, albeit sweet, anguish of a massive helplessness-induced orgasm (she would later claim it was her climax that made her lose consciousness, not Bell's Breast Smother.)

In the third round, Catherine faced Aishwarya Rai in what turned out to be a very technical affair. The Indian beauty came to this tournament with a reputation as a skilled fighter with a mean streak and she'd lived up to it; getting the better of Keira Knightley and Heidi Klum in her first two matches. Rai put up a tremendous fight against Bell, causing all sorts of trouble for the latter with her speed, skill and aggressiveness. In the end, however, Aishwarya simply had no answer for Cat's dogged perseverance and had submited when caught in the leggy brunette's devastating Figure Four Head Scissors.
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An accomplished boxer as well as a sound grappler, Berry advanced through the first three rounds using a mix of quickness, accurate punching, smart maneuvering - and an unerring instinct for the kill. Creating openings, and then exploiting them, had been her brand of fighting for years and it had served her well again, allowing her to overcome all who came up against her so far.

Her first victim had been Jennifer Garner. Confident in her skills, Garner tried fighting from distance, but soon found herself at the wrong end of a pasting from a fleet-footed, fast-dodging and hard-hitting Halle. By the time Jennifer realized how badly she'd underestimated her opponent, it was too late! Taking the fight to the mat hadn't helped either. The damage to her foe done, the experienced and focused Halle controlled Jennifer on the floor as well, hurting her with one brutal hold after another until she eventually pinned her and Breast-Smothering her. Too weakened to break free, Jennifer had tried to hold out, but had to submit; unable to withstand the prolonged lack of air. Not at all magnanimous in victory, Halle had still smothered her out, sending a clear message to the rest of the field.

Next had come Tyra Banks and although Tyra managed to make life more difficult for Halle (mostly because she hadn't taken Halle lightly as Garner had done). Tyra had several good chances to put Berry away, but she too ultimately come up short. Her opulent bust hammered and mauled into mush, the former supermodel had suffered the humiliation of being Breast Smothered into defeat - first submitting, then losing consciousness with her face buried deep in Berry's bared bosom!

Jennifer Love Hewitt had been Halle's opponent in the third round and she had proven the toughest challenge yet for the sepia superstar; matching Halle move for move and tit for tit. In a hellacious battle that taxed both women to their limit - and had seen each within a whisker of victory - Halle ultimately prevailed, crushing Jennifer's mighty rack with her own in a devastating Bearhug, then Breast-Smothering the young brunette - first into submission, then into oblivion as Halle advanced behind her magnificent mammaries into the quarterfinals.
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As the fight got underway, the two women circled warily in the middle of the mat, Cat in a sky-blue bikini, Halle in red. After several moments of waiting and measuring on both sides and a few feigned moves, Berry was the fist to strike, closing in and hammering a hard right to Cat's taut belly. Grunting, the taller woman almost instantly swung in retaliation, but Halle quickly leapt out of reach and Cat hit nothing but air. Quickly, Halle moved in again, drilling another right to her foe's midriff, followed by a left to the head. Cat groaned and staggered backwards, barely managing to keep her balance. Halle pressed her advantage, eyes bright, full, red-clad rack rocking and jiggling as she bounded effortlessly after the reeling brunette. Cat took three more shots to the body and one to the face before she finally managed to land a blow of her own - right between the sepia beauty's bouncing breasts. Now it was Halle's turn to grunt and back off, her chest throbbing painfully. She quickly attacked again and walked straight into a thrust-kick, Cat's foot slamming hard into her belly, throwing her back.

"C'mon, bitch!" Bell taunted, lashing out with her right foot, kicking Halle high on the thigh. The dark-skinned woman hissed and backed off, her lips coming off her teeth in an angry snarl. Calm and focused, Cat came forward and this time her foot smacked off Halle's side, drawing a moan of pain from the Ohio beauty and a loud cheer from the blood-thirsty crowd.

"Whassamatter, Berry?" the tall brunette asked, circling slowly to the right, fists held up in a loose guard. "Can't take it, can you, you prissy little bitch!"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, you slut!" Halle shouted, "Or I'll shut it for you and it's really gonna hurt!"

But despite her belligerent tone and words, it definitely looked like Halle was in some trouble after her explosive start. She was giving away a few inches to her opponent in reach and with Cat finally seeming to have found her range, the initiative was decidedly with the taller woman. Her kickboxing skills coming to the fore, Cat pelted Halle with kicks almost at will, her long, powerful legs flashing quickly and effortlessly through the air. The kicks were not strong enough to do any serious damage to Halle, but they still hurt her and what was worse, they prevented her from coming in close enough to land some of her trade-mark potent punches. Still, despite being at a disadvantage, Halle remained unfazed. She was far too experienced a fighter to allow herself to fly into a blind rage over what (to her) was a minor hurt or a temporary setback. Still as quick and agile as ever, in spite of her forty-three years, she adjusted to the situation well and, after a few fakes and shimmies that earned her a few more kicks to her body, she finally managed to tackle her foe, grabbing one of Cat's legs and taking her down.

Once on the mat, Halle quickly got on top, attempting to pin Cat, but this proved no easy task. A seasoned warrior herself, Cat was as adept at fighting at close quarters as she was on her feet - a fact that she had proven time and again to the detriment of many a foe. Bucking Halle off, the London-born beauty pounced on the Ohio native clamping a tight Headlock on her. Halle heaved and squirmed, but was unable to free herself and was slowly forced onto her back, her neck (now painfully twisted sideways) still locked in the vice of Cat's arm. Slightly atop her struggling rival, Cat maintained the pressure, holding Halle down, hurting her.

"Wanna give, bitch? Huh?" Cat inquired, attempting in earnest to wring her foe's neck.

"Fu…fuck you, cunt!" Halle spat hatefully.

Gnashing her teeth, she intensified her efforts to break the hold, twisting back and forth, pulling Cat's hair with one hand while clawing at the brunette's torso with the other. Cat did her best to hang onto her rival, but failed. Wriggling free, Halle went on the attack right away, diving on top of Cat as the latter was trying to rise.

The two rolled back and forth on the mat, cursing at each other as they struggled fiercely for dominance. While they were seemingly equal in strength, Halle appeared to have a slight advantage in close combat. The sepia beauty's short, feather-styled hair, reminiscent of her "Swordfish" days, was somewhat difficult for her opponent to grab and hold onto. Cat did not seem to mind too much, though, as she had found herself plenty of other things that offered a great handhold - especially once she had disposed of Halle's top, exposing the Ohio native's luscious orbs. In the end, though, despite the savage mauling her boobs were receiving, it was Halle who secured the top position. She really had to work for it but she managed it. She got Bell onto her back and then mounted her, pinning her to the mat.

"Goddam' bitch!" Halle hissed and unleashed a flurry of punches and slaps to Cat's face.

Twisting and kicking, Cat desperately tried to throw her opponent off of her and finally managed to put a stop to Halle's onslaught by reaching up and raking her fingernails across the black woman's eyes. Halle screeched and jerked back, her hands covering her watering eyes, Cat bucked mightily and succeeded in unseating her foe.

The battle continued with the sexy, scantily-clad warriors getting up on their knees at the same time and throwing themselves forward, locking up again and falling to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Groans and insults rent the air as the women fought wildly on the mats, the two curvaceous, strong bodies writhing and heaving, each striving to overwhelm the other.

After several long moments of heated combat, Halle once more gained the upper hand. She forced Cat onto her back again and straddled her stomach. She Halle picked up right where she'd left off, slapping the taller brunette repeatedly, while shouting abuse. Cat kicked and squirmed beneath her rival, but her struggles proved futile as she continued to be hammered by the angry, dominant, Halle, who had switched from open hand to fist; driving a hard punch into Cat's face.

"I got your ass now, cunt!" the sexy Ohio woman growled and sent her right fist directly into her rival's face, drawing a loud moan from Cat.

Realizing the need to do something before she was knocked out and left at her foe's mercy, Cat struggled frantically. Finding herself unable to just buck her rival off, the pinned brunette suddenly swung her long, beautifully shaped legs high up in the air, pressing her calves against Halle's shoulders and toppling her with a mighty push.

Springing to her feet, Cat approached her rival and kicked her in the ribs, just as the latter was trying to get up. Halle grunted in pain and collapsed to the mat.

"Fuckin' slut!" Cat hissed, stomping Halle's back as hard as she could; then repeated it twice more before Halle finally managed to roll to the side and make it to her feet.

A thrust-kick to the belly had the sepia beauty doubling over with a groan, allowing Cat to move behind her foe, and trap Halle's right arm in a painful hammerlock. Halle started cursing wildly, then the curses turned to screams of pain as Cat cranked up the pressure, twisting Halle's arm more and more, pushing the wrist higher and higher up the black woman's back, until it was forced nearly between the shoulder-blades.

"Who's got whose ass now, bitch?" Cat growled and, still keeping the hammerlock on with one hand, snatched the back of her opponent's neck, shoving hard, slamming Halle face-first into the Perspex wall surrounding the ring. The entire crowd roared their approval, a few lucky seats getting treated to the spectacle of Halle's naked, glistening boobs pancaking, turning almost lily-white as they pressed hard against the plastic, the stiff, brown nipples sinking deep into the flattened-out flesh.

"Oooww!" Halle groaned, her face contorting in both pain and fury. She tried to struggle, but without much success, and could only squirm and moan as Cat held her (there) on display, twisting her arm, shoving her face into the wall and taunting her all the time.

"Still think you're such hot stuff?" Cat asked, jerking on the twisted limb, pushing into Halle from behind, blue-clad pelvis thrusting insolently into firm, trembling sepia-hued buttocks. "You give, you dumb cunt? Or do you want me to break your fuckin' arm? Huh?"

"AAARRGH! FUCK YOU, BITCH!" Halle yelled hoarsely, writhing furiously and rising up on her toes in an attempt to relieve the pressure on her twisted arm.

The next moment, the Ohio babe stomped onto Cat's right foot, her heel slamming down hard on Cat's toes and Bell cried out as she lifted her foot in a reflex action. Halle quickly spun around, freeing herself and then lashed out with her right hand, slapping Cat who groaned and tried to back away, but Halle followed and delivered another heavy slap, bending Cat's head to one side into a cloud of brown, silky hair.

"BITCH!" Cat screamed furiously. She shot out both hands, grabbing Halle's bare breasts and squeezing hard.

"AAAAAIIIIEEEEE!" Halle screeched, her face contorting as Cat's strong fingers crushed the sensitive titflesh as she started mauling.

"Fuckin' CUNT!" Cat snarled as she pushed forward, slamming Halle back against the wall.

Halle groaned with the heavy impact, the back of her head having taken a bit of a knock as well, but that was nothing compared to the pain she felt in her chest. Emitting a series of shrill cries, she grasped Cat's wrists and tried to push her clawing hands away, but it was in vain. The dark-skinned beauty's luscious breasts offered an excellent grip and Cat was taking full advantage of the fact, gripping the two firm, proud orbs as hard as she could, digging her sharp fingernails deep into the supple flesh.

"AAAAAIIEEEE! BITCH! LET GO! LET... GO!" Halle howled, squirming like mad against the wall and firing slap after slap in Cat's face, trying to force her tormentor to release her.

Cat ignored the slaps completely and doggedly stuck to her task, squeezing and twisting her rival's magnificent rack for all she was worth, drawing screams of agony from the tortured Ohio native.

"Give up, bitch!" The tall brunette growled, "Submit, or I'll squash these overrated lumps of fat on your chest!"

Literally adding some weight behind her words, Cat leaned forward, pushing Halle harder against the wall and keeping her trapped there, while continuing to assault the black woman's breasts, squeezing hard, grinding her knuckles in.

"AAAAAARRGH! FUCK YOU, YOU WHORE! LET GOOOOOOH!" Halle bellowed, tugging desperately at Cat's wrists and achieving nothing.

"GIVE, SLUT!" Cat demanded, squeezing Halle's tender breasts even harder, then twisting the pliant flesh in opposite directions with angry snarls as her thumbs found her foe's erect nipples and pressed them back into the soft, brown areolae; her nails threatening to slice the two stiff knobs in half.

Screaming at the top of her lungs, out of her mind with pain, rage and fear of the damage that was being done to her prized assets by the big bitch's claws, Halle snapped her right knee up; smashing it into the mound between Bell's thighs!

Her breast attack instantly forgotten, Cat Bell dropped to her knees, both hands clutching her crushed crotch; her attractive face suffused with blood as it distorted in utter agony; her mouth gaping open in a silent scream.

Halle didn't waste a second. She knew Bell was badly hurt, and was determined to capitalize on it; to finish this bitch before she could recover. Overwhelming rage welling up inside her, she didn't bother to check her painfully throbbing chest as she grabbed Cat's hair in both hands, pulled her forward and kneed her in the face! Moving swiftly now, the black babe stepped behind her kneeling foe, got hold of the front of Cat's bikini top and ripped it off with one mighty tug, the brunette's large, heavy breasts tumbling free. Before Cat could react, Halle quickly wrapped the top around her throat from behind and began choking her with it.

As the thinly stretched fabric of her own top cut painfully in her soft, vulnerable throat, Cat let out a tiny, gurgling moan, the pain and the lack of air causing her face to get even redder and her mouth to open even wider than before. Twisting and jerking her gleaming torso back and forth, she reached up and back and grasped Halle's wrists in a bid to relieve the pressure around her throat, but got nowhere.

The Ohio woman snarled as she tightened the makeshift noose around Cat’s neck, then planted her right knee in the middle of Cat's back and pressed while pulling back with both arms; the toned muscles in her sculpted body rippling beneath the smooth, tawny, skin as she forced Cat's upper body to arch unnaturally backward.

Her eyes bulging and her tongue sticking out of her gaping mouth, the London-born beauty struggled desperately; hands clawing at her own throat as she tried in vain to get her fingers under the bikini top constricting her windpipe; biting deeper and deeper into her soft flesh.

"That's it, choke, slut!" Halle panted out, baring her teeth in a vicious grimace, and pulling the two ends of the bikini top in opposite directions harder than ever, leaning forward with her knee in Cat's back, her full, glistening breasts jiggling and rocking back and forth as she strained to contain the brunette's struggles.

Growing more and more lightheaded by the second, bright spots dancing before her eyes, Cat knew she had just moments to put a stop to the choking before she was rendered unconscious. Writhing on her knees, her sizable breast bouncing all over her chest, she managed to twist her body sideways, relieving the pressure of Halle's knee in her back and then reached back, grabbing one of Halle's legs and pulling. Halle cursed and wobbled as she struggled to stay on her feet and at the same time continue choking her rival. Sensing that she was close to escaping, Cat now threw herself back into Halle, eventually toppling the sepia beauty and causing her to lose her grip on the bikini top.

Drawing precious air into her lungs, the tall brunette turned and dived on top of her rival, flattening her to the mat. On her back beneath Cat, Halle bucked and kicked, but failed to throw her attacker off quickly enough and paid the price. Sliding her lithe body into position, Cat wrapped her arms around Halle’s head, keeping it securely in place as her large tits engulfed the dark-skinned babe's face.

"Nighty-night, bitch!" Cat growled, tightening her arms around Halle's head even more, her awesome breasts suddenly having turned into an awesome weapon, which she was now using to its full potential.

With her face buried beneath her rival's sweat-soaked breasts, her mouth and nose completely covered and sealed off by the abundance of flesh, Halle began struggling frantically, unable to breathe. Kicking and twisting underneath the other woman, the Ohio beauty bucked wildly again and again, her arms flailing, palms and fists repeatedly smacking into Cat's heaving, glistening torso in attempts to force the brunette to release her suffocating embrace. Cat had no intention of releasing anything, though. She knew she had her rival now and she was well aware that Halle couldn’t last much longer without air. She was determined to end this here and now by simply clinging to the helplessly thrashing black woman and smothering her into oblivion with her bare breasts - a fitting conclusion to the fight as far as she was concerned - using her most prominent assets to achieve victory over a foe, who was renowned for the eminence of her bust.

"Just quit, Berry!" Cat panted out as she rode her bucking opponent, keeping her down, smothering her, overwhelming her. "It's over! You're through!"

Intent on consolidating her advantageous position, the brunette waited for a moment when her opponent planted her feet firmly on the mat in an attempt to bridge up, and suddenly snaked her legs around Halle's, hooking her bare feet around the sepia beauty's calves and spreading her legs in a perfectly executed and perfectly devastating grapevine. Pain and humiliation having suddenly being added to total lack of air and making her predicament an even worse one, Halle struggled more furiously than ever, yanking Cat's hair and periodically clawing at her back, knowing that unless she managed to break free somehow, she would ultimately pass out from oxygen deprivation, and that would mean defeat and an end of her inspirations of winning the tournament. But, no matter how hard she struggled, she remained on her back beneath her rival, trapped in a most painful and humiliating position and still unable to draw in a breath of air, with Cat's luscious, sweaty boobs plastered all over her face.

Cat, meanwhile, was loving every second of this. She was clearly winning the fight, and what's more - in a most dominant fashion, really proving her superiority.

"Submit, bitch!" The brunette ordered, breathing rapidly, her taut, lissome body working at capacity as she continued to smother the other woman with her naked breasts while holding her. "Or pass out - it's your choice! Either way, your ass belongs to me!"

Even if she could have answered somehow, Halle still would not have. She simply had much more pressing matters to attend to. Like finding a way of taking in a breath of air. Struggling mightily against the weight of Cat's hot, slick frame on top of her, the dark-skinned beauty did her best to try and stay conscious, every cell of her body now virtually screaming for oxygen. Grunting in effort, Bell strained to spread Halle's legs wider to cause more discomfort for the pinned woman.

But suddenly, Cat's eyes went wide and her face registered a look of shock and pain! Halle's right hand had slid down Cat's back until her slender, manicured, fingers found their way under her sky-blue thong where they stabbed deep into her vulnerable sex which Halle began to claw mercilessly!

Cat jerked her head up, her mouth gaping in a howl of excruciating pain. She reared back, her breasts lifting from Halle's face - only to find to Cat’s dismay that the prolonged period of oxygen deprivation had done little to diminish the Ohio babe's ability, or will, to fight! Even with her first lungful of life-giving air in a long time, Halle still managed to raise her head to sink her white teeth into the soft underside of Cat's heavy-hanging right breast!

Cat screeched as she launched herself into the air, flopping to the floor beside Halle, then rolling away holding her breast; leaving Halle on her back, gulping air while Cat slowly rose to her feet nursing her right breast with one hand and her painfully throbbing crotch with the other. Cat was beside herself with frustration and fury. She had the fight wrapped up, she had really had! It should have been all over! Yet, the slut had somehow managed to escape from a seemingly impossible situation to deny her the coveted - and much deserved, in her opinion - victory.

For the last time, Cat promised herself grimly as she looked down at her foe with a malicious glint in her eye, before simply unloading on Halle with kicks and stomps, screaming angrily, her bare feet pummeling the sepia beauty from all sides.

Moments later it was clear that rage is a poor adviser to follow. Halle, taking advantage of Cat's almost mindless carelessness, managed to grab one of Cat's ankles and bring the brunette crashing to the mat by sharply twisting her foot.

The two warring beauties rolled back and forth on the floor for a few seconds, cursing at each other as they slapped and punched wildly. They traded the top position several times, before Cat was able to secure it, rolling the black woman onto her back and straddling her. Groaning, Halle squirmed and twisted ineffectually for several moments beneath her foe before reaching up and raking her claws across Cat's eyes. She squealed and retreated, covering her face with her hands which let Halle buck her off . Instantly, Cat was back to her knees, looking to regain her seat atop Halle who was still flat on her back.

But as Cat leaned forward, Halle raised her legs and clamped them around Cat's head. She gave a startled shriek and tried to pull back but too late; she was caught. A powerful twist of Halle's hips brought Cat down to the mat, the brunette struggling in vain to free herself. Nimbly, Halle shifted position, her sculpted, glistening legs now around Cat's neck, strangling the taller woman. Face darkening, eyes bulging out, Cat gurgled and squirmed, her hands pawing ineffectually at the Black babe's steely thighs.

Halle snarled and tightened her deadly grip even more, cutting off Cat's air-supply completely. Panicking, the brunette thrashed around wildly, her lithe, sweat-soaked body bending and contorting back and forth in search of a way out, long, strong legs kicking furiously and to no avail. Desperate for air, she reached out blindly, grabbing at Halle's supple breasts and ass, squeezing, clawing. No good. The Ohio beauty had what she wanted and was not letting go. The two near-naked sexy bodies writhed around on the mat for several more seconds, the smaller one in control, clinging tight to the bigger one, wringing the life out of it, sapping its strength by the moment.

Suddenly, Cat's clawing hands started slapping at Halle's thighs, then frantically waved in the air; clearly signaling her submission when she was unable to break free or withstand the torture any longer.

Even before the ref stepped in, Halle relinquished her grip and sprang up to her feet, with a joyous squeal. Grinning big, arms raised high in victory, she strutted around the ring, soaking up the crowd's cheers, reveling in her hard-earned moment of triumph. But even in celebratory mood, the Ohio beauty was all-business as she now turned her attention back to her vanquished rival. This had been the first meeting between the two and Halle intended to make it a really memorable one for both of them. She had imposed her will on her rival, but it had been a really close call and she wanted to make sure there would be no future rebellions from Cat, as she was not at all that confident that she would be able to quash them.

Cat was still down when Halle walked over to her. Her body battered and spent, her mind numb with the shock of sudden defeat, the supine brunette made no move to prevent Halle straddling her and pinning her arms above her head. She did buck a couple of times after that, but it was a feeble, half-hearted effort that served no purpose other than emphasize Halle's dominance. Not saying a word, Halle simply sat atop her fallen foe, gazing down into Cat's eyes, sneering, looking smug, oozing confidence and power. She leaned forward, shoving her chest into Cat's face, taut, sweaty frame wriggling sensuously back and forth as she rubbed her bare breasts into the brunette's pretty visage, dragging the glistening brown orbs left to right, right to left, slow and hard. Cat just lay there, beaten, hurting and hating, but powerless to stop the abuse; Halle simply too much woman for her tonight. Smirking, taunting, the sepia beauty continued to dominate her rival with her juicy juggs, shaking them around, the supple, jiggling flesh smacking against Cat's face, inducing tears of humiliation from the hapless brunette.

Once she was satisfied Cat had been completely annihilated (hopefully for good), Halle added the finishing touch - slamming her tits on Cat's face and wrapping her arms tight around the brunette's head. Deprived of air, Cat thrashed and kicked weakly for a while, but she was too weakened to break Halle’s Smother Hold and soon succumbed; her lush body limp as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Releasing her prey, Halle rose to collect both her own and Cat's bikini tops from the mat while looking searchingly around. There were quite a few familiar faces in the crowd, but she quickly found the one she wanted. Holding the blonde's gaze steadily, she stepped up to Cat and planted a foot between the brunette's breasts, raising her arms with a bikini top in each hand.

In the front row, Charlize gnashed her teeth in helpless rage, leaping out of her seat, slamming both palms against the Pespex wall, screaming "Bitch!" as she tried to glare a hole through Halle's head.

Smirking, Halle walked up to where Charlize was and pressed her face against the wall, the two bitter enemies standing just fractions on an inch from each other, separated only by the thin, transparent plastic barrier, both pairs of eyes blazing. They stared at one another for several seconds, then Halle suddenly flicked her tongue a couple of times at the wall, right where Charlize's mouth was, leaving a small wet patch on the Perspex and making the blonde flinch instinctively. Smiling smugly, the dark-skinned beauty mouthed the words: "You're mine..." then after a pause, "...soon."

"Bring it, bitch!" Charlize mouthed back silently, her green eyes hard.

Smiling, Halle used her own torn bikini top to wipe off some tit-sweat, then crumpled it into a ball and tossed it over the wall. The band of cloth unfurled in mid-air, then landed on Charlize's head, where it somehow stayed; one strap hanging down the blonde's face. Charlize didn't so much as blink, she simply bit down on one end of the sweat-soaked fabric, then got hold of the other one and pulled, ripping the top in two between the cups. Spitting out the half from her mouth, she slowly slid the hand holding the other half inside the waist and down the front of her Dior skirt - all while maintaining eye contact with Halle. When her hand came back into view, it was empty.

In the ring, Halle just kept on smiling a smile that bode nothing good for Charlize. She would fix 'that bitch' she promised herself - and the Universe in general. There was a score to be settled there and it was too big to forget. One of these days, a fulsome blonde behind was getting a bad beating - and Halle's Oscar was at long last coming back home.

But first, Halle had a tournament to win...