Many highly qualified, big name, African-American women had been approached to appear in the series. Halle Berry, Vanessa Williams, Angela Basset and Lela Rochon were "A-list" actresses who declined. Lesser lights such as Jada Pinkett-Smith, Lisa Nicole Carson, Theresa Randle, Stacy Dash, Marjene Holden, Lisa Bonet and Vivica Fox also refused. Even Traci Bingham and Thandi Newton refused to have anything to do with it. Producers desperate to fill the cast, tried other "women of color" included models Tyra Banks, Iman, Grace Jones and Naomi Campbell; singers like Whitney Houston, Toni Braxton, Janet Jackson and Brandy. All rebuffed them. In a final act of desperation, they tested several "dark-skinned" women like Salma Hayek, Jennifer Lopez, Gloria Estefan and Rosie Perez, all of whom also snubbed them.

Finally, the producers turned to a "script doctor" to help in an attempt to revise the story line to make it more palatable to minorities. The changes she proposed were radical, in effect turning the entire concept upside down and putting the focus of the series on the slaves and plantation workers instead of the beautiful young wife of the plantation owner (Ms. Theron).

The production was starting to look more like "Roots III" than "Plantation" what with all the African-American actresses. Needless to say, Charlize was irate when her part went from the star to a supporting part - and a decidedly unpopular part at that! She and her agent railed against the changes even as a "Rainbow Coalition" praised the writers for "openness and willingness to listen to reason." The network, meanwhile, was unsure how to proceed. They remembered all too well the disastrous failure of a previous show which portrayed the adventures a black man in the Lincoln White House during the same time period and at one point, they considered scrapping the entire project.

That's when Halle Berry signed on as executive co-producer. Her unique solution seemed to offer the "suits" an acceptable compromise. She proposed that each week Charlize Theron could fight her guest co-star and then the writers could spin the script around whichever of them prevailed in the struggle.

"That way," Halle said with a smug smile and a wink to Rev. Jackson, "we'll get a black woman as the star each week and the blonde bimbo can't bitch about being discriminated against. I've got a list of girls as long as your . . . well, your arm . . . who'd love to fight for the chance to star in that show."

Charlize and her agent protested vehemently, but the network "suits" were adamant. No fights, no shows. It was really that simple. Since the dismal failure of "Mighty Joe Young" pretty, athletic, young Charlize' career had been languishing. This proposed TV series looked like an opportunity to build interest in her once again. Aside from a few celebrity boxing matches - in which her success had been mixed - Charlize hadn't been getting much exposure. She was desperate to get in the series which had been "pre-sold" in Australia, Southern Africa, Germany and most of Asia. It was being hyped as having the potential to be another "Baywatch" with an ensemble cast of nubile young actresses and guest stars who would appear in various states of undress each week. The underground buzz also stressed the potential for kinky bondage and mild torture which was creating a demand that rivaled some of the professional wrestling pay-per-view events.

By this time, no one associated with the project - especially those with a financial interest - wanted to shelve it without at least getting a few episodes "in the can" that might at least be cobbled together for a feature film that would retrieve their investments. Since Charlize' contract included a profit share clause, put in before Halle Berry joined the production, she was under pressure to go along with Halle's concept. Reluctantly, Charlize finally agreed to, "give it a try" and arrangements were made to shoot the first three episodes which already had scripts with an over arching theme. They could, if necessary, be re-cut into a feature length "B" movie if the series never got off the ground.

Halle Berry wanted to play the slave role herself, but she was involved in promoting her new Dorothy Dandridge movie for HBO. Her travel schedule didn't permit her to be there to fight Charlize in the first episode so Halle called Naomi Campbell to take her place. The tall, sleek Campbell leaped at the chance to jump start her nascent acting career and at the same time "show that white girl a few things." So, thus the stage was set for an epic battle.

Because of the way shows are shot, the fight didn't occur until the fifth, the next to last, day of filming of Episode One. Partly because of logistics, but in greater part because the director understood that afterwards one, or more likely both, actresses would have battle wounds that even movie make-up couldn't disguise. There had already been two other fights filmed between other actresses and one, involving Lisa Nicole Carson and Thandi Newton, was unusually rough. Both women ended up nude (for the foreign market version) so expectations for Charlize and Naomi's fight were heightened.

On the morning of the fight, both women showed up on the set in costume to do their scripted lines for the camera. After several takes the director told everyone to take a break and they'd reassemble after half an hour. While the crew moved the cameras and set up, the two actresses retired to their respective trailers to prepare themselves mentally for the ordeal that awaited them. The fight would be "real" with both women going all out to win. Charlize knew she was at a disadvantage because of her costume, an ankle length dress, low-cut on top and very tight around her trim waist. Naomi would be wearing a loose skirt and blouse outfit appropriate for a "field hand" slave.

In her trailer, Naomi was getting advice from several of the African-American actresses, all of whom had a stake in the success of the series so they were anxious that it succeed, but all of whom were proud of their heritage and wanted the story to show their innate superiority over the White slave masters (and mistresses). The physical domination of Charlize' character by Naomi in the very first episode would, they hoped, set the tone for the entire series.

Each girl pushed Naomi to try this or that strategy, to use a particular hold or attack some part of Charlize' body. They all were looking forward to their own opportunity and anything Naomi did that would make their own battle just a little easier would be good. Naomi, on the other hand, wasn't interested in clearing the path for her "sisters." She knew if she won, as she intended, she'd "put a hurtin' on that bitch." The other girls were on their own. She was secretly hoping that Charlize would be so totally humiliated by what was about to happen, she'd quit the series and let some other actress take the role.

Several of the girls sat up talking a few nights before filming began. One idea was that a "core" of Black actresses would remain as regulars with the producers bringing in various white "guest stars" who would find themselves beaten up and/or outwitted by the "slaves" in each episode. Naomi knew a victory in the fight would guarantee she'd return for the second episode, if for no other reason than so the Charlize character could have a chance to get revenge.

As the scene opened, Charlize walked into the barn and caught Naomi was kissing one of the other slaves. She stopped short and glared at Naomi who insolently pulled the other actor back to her and kissed him again, then turned to face her "mistress."

"Dammit Jim," Charlize snapped, "you're supposed to have my horse ready for a ride this afternoon. And you definitely aren't allowed to touch the house girls. You know better'n that."

Naomi whispered to the nervous man who quickly ran out of the barn - exiting stage right. She pulled herself up to her full height and stalked over to Charlize, stopped with her hands on her hips and glared down at her "Mistress" with her upper lip curled in a sneer.

"I gon' kiss who I wants ta, Miss Charlie. An you gwan' keep yo mouth shut 'bout it or I'll tell yo Daddy what you been up to. I doan think Marse Robert g'wan take kindly to what y'all been doing with dat field Nigger Jim. He tell me y'all likes it rough, you do. That's not good fo' a white girl an' a Nigra ta be playin' like dat."

Charlize' face flushed deeply at the insolence of her maids blackmail threat.

"You won't tell Daddy any such thing, girl. Not if you know what's good for you. You tell anyone lies like that about me and I'll have you horsewhipped and sold down Natchez way to one a them nasty cathouses. You'll never see your precious buck again."

"Den I 'jus gwan' hafta shut y'all mouth my ownself," Naomi drawled in a mock Southern accent.

Before Charlize could get her hands up to protect herself, Naomi reared back and slapped her across the face. The impact sent Charlize staggering back a step. She reached back and put a hand on a stack of hay bales to catch herself. She glared at Naomi as she slowly raised a hand to her cheek which was flushed and reddening from the hard slap. Naomi grinned confidently as the blonde straightened up and stepped forward, unaware of the other slave women who had gathered at the doorway behind her to watch their sister dish out some discipline to their overseer.

"You're gonna be sorry you did that," Charlize said, remembering her script line exactly.

The blonde lunged and dug her hands into Naomi's long hair. That was as far as the script took them. From that point they would ad lib their dialogue and fight on their own. Three cameras would shoot simultaneously until one of them emerged victorious. Both knew how important it was that she win; Charlize because her career desperately needed the boost of a successful show and Naomi so she wouldn't have to face her "sistas" after losing to the blonde. It was therefore no surprise that the fight immediately turned ugly.

Naomi ignored Charlize' grip on her hair and attacked the perky breasts of the fair-skinned actress. She raked her nails down the sides of Charlize' neck, over the pushed up bra mounds of her breasts and snagged the neck of her frilly, lowcut Southern Belle gown. Naomi fell back under the impact of Charlize' body slamming hers but got her knee up into the underbelly of the blonde and flipped her over her as she toppled backward. With her fingers in the neck of the gingham dress, she tore the front open clear to Charlize' waist as the blonde's own momentum sent her flying.

Charlize landed flat on her back, her head on the floor next to Naomi's as the Black woman clawed the undersides of the blondes bare breasts with her nails as she jerked her hands free. Charlize let out a loud scream of pain and rolled over, her arms criss-crossing her chest protectively as Naomi bounded to her feet to cheers from the on-looking "slaves."

Charlize rose slowly to one knee, her eyes filled with tears as she glanced down at the scratches on her smooth skin.

"You bitch!" she hissed.

Through her tears, she glared up at the tall, grinning, Black woman who approached with a confident look. Charlize tried to get away but Naomi was on her like a Black cat, grabbing her hair, jerking her to her feet and, with a grunt, turning to fling her several yards across the dirt floor and into a stack of hay bales. Charlize flew over the top and crashed to the floor on the other side, her long dress flying up to cover her face. A few of the hay bales fell on top of her.

The on-looking actresses clapped excitedly as Naomi tossed them aside to get at Charlize who was flat on her back trying to get her breath. Naomi held Charlize by one ankle as she dragged her out from behind the stack of hay bales into the clear where the cameras could capture her destruction of the cowering blond. She dropped the foot but traded it for her wrist, hauling Charlize to her feet and slamming her back against the wall of the barn before she could react.

Charlize tried to push off the wall, but Naomi kept her pinned. Not only was she strong, but Charlize was also trying to hold up her dress with one hand to cover her breasts while untangling her arms which were trapped by the dress which was down to her elbows. She took a breath but as she reached across to pull on her dress, Naomi slammed her fist upward into the blondes belly. Charlize doubled over and nearly sunk to her knees.

Charlize' mouth was open in a silent cry, her face deep scarlet, as Naomi used her hair to bounce her head off the wall. The blonde realized she was in danger of losing the fight before it really started and tried to think of a way to fight back from her position against the wall. In desperation, she hooked her foot behind Naomi's calf and used her ass to push off the wall. It worked! Naomi was tripped on her butt and Charlize scrambled away , pulling and tugging at her gown until the shoulders were up where they belonged, freeing her trapped arms. As she ran, her bare breasts jiggled provocatively through the hole where the front of her dress used to be.

Naomi regained her feet quickly and chased Charlize around the stack of hay bales. Charlize was stalling as she tried to regain her dignity along with her breath. The other actresses, dressed as "slaves", urged Naomi on, and Stacy Dash even went so far as to "accidentally" knock over a pitchfork as Charlize ran past. It fell between her feet and she took an header, sprawling headfirst onto her bare breasts in the hard dirt with a loud grunt.

Naomi leaped on Charlize' back and wrapped her long, strong, legs around the White girl's waist as she pulled back on two handfuls of blonde hair. Charlize couldn't keep from crying out in pain, much to the delight of the on-looking Black actresses, several of whom applauded happily at the sound of her pain. Naomi wrapped a long, sinewy arm around Charlize' throat, ready to choke her into unconsciousness.

In a move born of desperation, Charlize reached back with her right hand and raked her well-manicured nails down the outside of Naomi's dark thigh. The startled supermodel let out a surprised yelp of pain and leaped to her feet clutching her leg which was furrowed with four dark parallel scratches.

"You freakin' bitch," Naomi screamed, "You scarred my leg." She momentarily forgot her character's dialect as she continued, "I'm gonna rip 'n' strip you for that little trick. When I finish you, you'll never be able to get another job in this town."

Charlize got up and her tattered dress once more slipped down over her shoulders tangling her arms. She quickly pushed it down to her waist and dropped it at her feet, stepping out of it to reveal a torn authentic period camisole and pantaloon set. She looked as if she were glad to be out of the bulky gown with her arms and legs free so she could move and fight in the style she was used to.

Naomi snapped out a long leg, aiming the kick at Charlize' lanky torso. The blonde twisted her hips and the big foot barely brushed her stomach as it flicked past. She made a grab for the dusky leg but Naomi's momentum carried her forward and just as Charlize closed her hand around her leg, Naomi's big body slammed into her. Both women crashed to the dirt floor with Charlize holding Naomi's calf in her right hand.

The Black girl tried to pull her leg free while at the same time grabbing Charlize' hair again. But this time the young blonde was ready and drove her left elbow back into Naomi's breasts. Naomi's costume consisted of nothing more than a thin cotton blouse and mid-calf length wrap skirt. There was no protection for her chest when the sharp elbow dug into the soft, sensitive tissue. Naomi groaned and fell back clasping her deeply bruised breast.

Charlize rolled over, hopped to her feet and aimed a kick of her own - square at the middle of Naomi's chest. Unlike Naomi, who was barefoot, Charlize' Plantation Mistress character wore shoes and the wooden heel struck bone with a loud, "CLAK!"

Naomi cried in pain and fell to the side, rolled over and curled up; pulling her knees to her chest as she wrapped her arms around her bruised sternum as she tried to get back the breath which had been driven from her by the impact. Now the assembled "slaves" fell silent as Charlize gave them a dirty look before she turned back to Naomi to finish her off.

Charlize was surprised that Naomi was already on her feet when she turned around. They came together, their hands locked, firm breast mashed against firm breast. They pushed with their feet in the dirt and their hips moved forward until they were rubbing together. Both women were perspiring from the stress of combat as much as from the hot lights that illuminated the set. By now neither woman was aware of the cameras, the director or the extras. Each had her mind focused on only one thing, the destruction of her hated rival!

As their bodies rubbed together, Naomi looked down at their chests and a smile crossed her pursed lips as she whispered in Charlize' ear.

"Looks like having your bare tits rubbed has got you all excited. Jus' wait til' I'm done, I'll wring you out like a rag and leave your bare-ass white-bread body in the dirt. I'll enjoy this more than any role yet."

Charlize shivered. She knew Naomi was right. Her constantly rubbing her rough cotton blouse against her sensitive nipples was pushing the sensitive blonde to the brink of arousal. With an angry growl, she dug her toes into the dirt and bending her knees for leverage, came up inside of Naomi's arms. Charlize' power lifted the big Black woman off the floor and drove her backward until she slammed into the board wall of the barn.

Naomi lost her grip on Charlize' hands at impact, so she grabbed the blonde's shoulders and held on. Her body was wide open when Charlize brought a knee up between Naomi's parted legs. The foul blow lifted Naomi into the air. As her body slid down the wall, Charlize stepped back and let her collapse at her feet. Naomi had both hands between her tightly clasped thighs as she rocked from side to side slowly, then pitched forward with her face on the dirt floor between Charlize' feet.

Charlize bent down and grabbed Naomi's blouse, using two handfuls of the loose garment to pull the big Black actress to her feet. She turned and threw Naomi back over some hay bales, dragging her blouse off over her head in the same motion. Naomi's (now topless) body tumbled over the bales of hay and she landed on the dirt floor. As she started to get up, her hand touched a pitchfork that had been leaning against the wall. Her fingers closed around it as she rose to her feet. Her firm breasts heaving excitedly, she swing around and jabbed at Charlize with the sharp points of the tool.

"Gonna skewer you like the pig you are, bitch!" she hissed as she moved toward the retreating blonde.

Charlize eyes were wide with fear as she glanced over at the director who simply shrugged and made a gesture as if to say, "Just keep going with the scene."

Fortunately, Charlize turned back just in time for while her gaze was momentarily averted, Naomi had stepped forward and was thrusting the points of the pitchfork right at her chest. Charlize twisted her torso barely in time to avoid being skewered as Naomi intended, but even her quick reaction wasn't quite enough to completely avoid injury. One of the pitchfork tines left a deep scratch in Charlize' side. An inch or two further to the side and she'd have been seriously hurt by Naomi's nefarious attack.

Charlize screamed, as much in fear as pain, as she scrambled back, her hands raised in a silent plea for mercy, eyes wild with fright. Grinning, Naomi slowly stalked her down, jabbing at her exposed belly with the pitchfork whenever she was within reach. Charlize backed up as she kept glancing back over her shoulder looking for a place to run but one side of the set was blocked with lights and cameras and it was clear the director had no intention of helping. The other three sides were wooden barn walls except for two doors, both of which were blocked by the extras dressed as Negro field hands. None of them showed the slightest inclination to open a path so Charlize could flee to safety...she was trapped with a madwoman wielding a razor sharp pitchfork!

Naomi realized she was in complete control and she taunted the tall blonde, playfully shaking the pitchfork and jabbing at the soft round swell of Charlize' belly which was heaving as her breaths came in rapid-fire succession. Slowly, Naomi maneuvered Charlize into a corner where she would have no escape. Just as Charlize felt the rough wood on her bare back, Naomi thrust the pitchfork forward.

Charlize closed her eyes as she flinched. She heard the "THUNK" as the pitchfork struck. She felt nothing. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked down to see how badly she'd been wounded. The tines of the pitchfork were stuck in the wooden "wall" of the barn on either side of her upper arm. An inch either way and her bicep would have been impaled. Naomi was struggling furiously to pull it loose, but it was stuck firm.

With a fury born of fear, Charlize kicked out and slammed her foot into Naomi's belly, sending the tall Black actress to the floor on her back. Charlize pulled her arm from between the tines of the fork and moved quickly to Naomi who was starting to get up. She rushed Naomi and slammed her elbow into the side of the Black woman's head and Naomi dropped face down in the dirt with Charlize on top of her.

Naomi was hurt, but she wasn't finished. They rolled over and Naomi wrapped her long, powerful legs around Charlize' waist. She locked her ankles and squeezed as hard as she could. Immediately her effort was rewarded as Charlize moaned, "God!" and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Naomi smiled and quickly grabbed a handful of blonde hair which she used to twist Charlize' head back and force the blonde to arch her back. As her head was pulled backward, her shoulders turned and her chest rose, thrusting her perky breasts upward against the thin chemise that barely concealed the dark areolas beneath in the bright lights.

Like twin beacons the dark circles of flesh stood out in stark contrast to her pale flesh and they drew Naomi's attention immediately. She reached out with her other hand, raked her clawing fingers over Charlize' bosom and tore away the thin material to bare her breasts. Applause from the extras exploded at the sight and cries of, "Rip 'em up!" and "Pull those nips off the whore's chest!" rocked the set. Naomi was eager to honor her supporters request and with a growl of delight, she dug her fingers into Charlize' exposed breast and squeezed.

The tall young blonde was in terrible pain from Naomi's breast mauling and unable to get her breath because of the massive ebony thighs that were crushing her chest. She kicked her legs and flailed her arms to no avail. Her scalp was on fire, the lights in the barn seemed to grow dim as her oxygen began to run out. Like a dog with a toy, Naomi shook Charlize body, tearing out a clump of her golden hair in her eagerness to inflict the maximum amount of pain before she passed out.

As Charlize eyes fluttered and closed, the world around her turned gray. Suddenly, she was jolted by dual stabs of pain in her scalp and her breast. Through a haze, she heard someone screaming and then realized it was her! Desperately, she slashed out in the direction of the pain and she heard another scream. Naomi let go of Charlize' breast and hair and fell back, her hands covering her face which had been clawed by the blonde in her blind groping. Charlize felt the legs around her torso loosen ever so slightly and she turned toward Naomi.

Charlize reached back for her last reservoir of strength and used it to drive her elbow into the "V" between the dusky thighs that held her in their deadly embrace. Naomi's body shuddered as bone struck bone with an awful "THUD". Naomi cried out at the pain of sensitive flesh being pinched between bone and bone. She threw back her head and howled, her legs flopped open as her hands flew down to massage and try to relieve the terrific pain in her groin.

Charlize sucked welcome air into her burning lungs, but it wasn't for several moments that either woman was able to move. When someone did, it was Charlize who moved first. She rolled over toward Naomi and reached around her head, holding it from the back almost as if she were about to kiss her. Naomi's eyes looked up into Charlize', almost as if she knew what was coming. Then she closed her eyes and her body stiffened.

The big blonde drove her closed fist straight forward, her knuckles collapsing Naomi's nose beneath the punch. Naomi's head snapped back, her back arched and she slowly toppled over on her back, her arms flung outward as if crucified. Charlize remained on her knees between Naomi's thighs for several minutes, her bare chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath and regain her composure after the brutal battle. It wasn't until then that the director, sounding almost reluctant, called, "cut!" and the extras rushed forward to comfort and revive their fallen champion.

Charlize stood up as they approached, almost expecting to be attacked for having the gall to have actually defeated their favorite. But it didn't happen. Instead, the woman surged past her and swarmed over Naomi, cradling her bleeding face in their laps and carefully covering her chest as if to shield it from the view of the cameras and crew.

As Charlize trudged slowly to her dressing room, her nearly naked body covered with a sheen of sweat, she shivered. It had been a close call with that pitchfork and she wondered if Naomi had missed on purpose or had been trying to injure her as it appeared. Just then, someone threw a blanket around her and whispered, "You should cover up, we don't want our star catching a cold."

She looked up into the eyes of Vanessa Williams who had a tight smile on her painted lips.

"After all," Vanessa said as she looked down at Charlize' bare bosom, "If you caught a chest cold, it could be deadly for someone with so little chest. Besides, I'm guest starring next week and I want you at your best. No excuses when I whip that flat white ass of yours, just a loss to a better woman."

Vanessa sashayed away chuckling and was hugged by Halle Berry who tossed her head insolently at Charlize before they disappeared around a corner, their arms around each other's waists. Charlize sighed and wished she hadn't signed up for this show which still had another 20 episodes to film before they had enough for the premiere season. She wondered who they'd get to fight her after Vanessa, maybe Tyra or Lela Rochon who was making her mark in action pictures like "Knock Off." Whoever it would be, Charlize was positive they'd be even tougher than Naomi had been.

The End

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Charlize Theron vs. Naomi Campbell by John J. (Sept. 99)

Charlize Theron knew she had a big fight coming up against her one-time friend, Gena Lee Nolin. She was looking past Naomi, worried about the up-coming fight with the Blonde Assassin, not the one with the gigantic Black model.

Naomi knew of Charlize's preoccupation with Gena, and warned, "I'll kick that scrawny blonde's ass! She's not showing me any respect as a fighter. I'll teach her!"

The confident Charlize had said, "Naomi's got as much talent as a fighter as she does as a model, none! I could kick her ass asleep! Why should I worry about her? Gena's gonna be the real challenge, not her!"

Fight night arrived and Charlize made her appearance in a bright red string bikini top, thong bottom and heels. Naomi made her appearance in the same type of outfit, only hers was all white.

Naomi didn't even wait for the official start of the fight to charge after Charlize. Charlize was smiling and waving to her fans when Naomi charged in and tackled her into the turnbuckle in the corner. Naomi grabbed a fistful of hair and started to smash Charlize's head into the top turnbuckle. Charlize put up her foot after the second smash and blocked Naomi. Charlize then reversed it and smashed Naomi's head into the turnbuckle. Charlize ripped two big punches into Naomi's kidneys. The supermodel slumped to the canvas.

Charlize hauled her to her feet by the hair and whipped the model into the ropes. As Naomi bounced off the ropes, Charlize floored her with a clothesline across the throat. Charlize followed up with a leg drop across the tits and then hauled her up the hair again, only to bodyslam her right down again.

Naomi saw a chance and swept her legs out and brought Charlize down to the canvas. Both women started to get up, but Charlize was much faster and was on Naomi, before the model was totally up. Charlize grabbed her hair and put her in a headlock. Charlize took Naomi down hard again with a DDT. Charlize ripped at Naomi's bikini top and tore it off the model. She started to choke the model with her own top. Naomi fought back as she tried to scratch at Charlize to escape the chokehold, but Naomi took a hard punch to the tits for each scratch. Charlize tired of that move and suddenly ran forward and sent Naomi to the floor with a bulldog.

Charlize walked around Naomi for a few minutes as she studied her adversary and watched what she would do. Naomi watched for a chance and she lashed out with her legs and tried to kick Charlize in the crotch, but the kick missed and caught Charlize in the thigh instead. Instead of being down on the canvas in serious pain, Charlize was up, slightly bruised, and very pissed off.

Charlize grabbed Naomi's legs and spread them apart slightly. She stood between the model's legs and let Naomi figure out what was about to happen. Naomi begged Charlize to stop, but Charlize wasn't interested. Charlize held Naomi's ankles apart and jumped up and allowed her weight to come down on her knee as she landed on Naomi's crotch. Naomi screamed in pain as she took the knee drop full force.

Charlize got up and hauled the model up to her feet, and placed her in a bearhug. Naomi struggled in the hold as she tried to escape and get some breath into her lungs. Naomi found her chance as she bit into Charlize's shoulder. Charlize screamed and released Naomi. Naomi fell to the canvas in a heap, unable to capitalize on her momentary advantage. Charlize took a moment to check her shoulder and saw it was ok. She charged in after Naomi and drop-kicked her down. She climbed to the top rope and splashed Naomi into the canvas. Charlize grabbed Naomi by the hair and tossed her out of the ring, down to the hard concrete floor. Charlize followed her out and grabbed her by the hair again and whipped her into the cornerpost repeatedly. Naomi was all but out on her feet after three whips into the solid cornerpost. Charlize picked Naomi up and suplexed her down onto the steel steps. Charlize grabbed Naomi by the hair and slammed her down into the steel steps a few times, to put Naomi down hard. Charlize then splashed her against the stairs too, several times. Charlize picked her up and climbed the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Charlize clamped on a standing headscissors. Charlize hoisted Naomi's legs in the air and piledrived her right into the steel steps. Naomi all but passed out as her head hit the solid stairs.

Charlize took a momentary rest while Naomi lay across the steps, nearly out cold. Charlize quickly went back on the attack as she grabbed Naomi and clamped on a surfboard hold, which she held for several minutes before she converted it to a camel clutch to it and held that for several minutes. Charlize kicked Naomi away and then went back and applied a bow-and-arrow hold to her. Charlize released that hold and clamped a sleeper chokehold on the model. Charlize kept that hold on for a while, and she made sure that Naomi was completely out cold before she released it and allowed the model to collapse to the floor. Charlize wanted to be sure and she schoolgirl pinned the girl and sat on her chest for a few more minutes, before she finally had enough and got up.