A car was pulling in and the lights came closer and closer to where Kristen was standing. In fact, the car came so close, Kristen jumped out of the way, a little scared as the car slammed on it's brakes and stopped right next to Kristen's rental car. The young Canadian was angry at the driver for frightening her and as the car door opened, out stepped one of the stars of 'That 70's show' Mila Kunis.

As Mila stood up, Kristen walked around the car and challenged, "What the hell's your problem? You almost ran me over!"

"I wasn't trying to run you over sweetheart," Mila purred. "I just wanted to get your attention. Now that I have it, I'm going to say this only once, so listen closely so you get it into that thick head. The part you just read for is MINE! Take your cell phone out right this minute and call them to say you're dropping out. Otherwise, we'll have to get this settled 'the Hollywood way' and, trust me dearie, you don't want that."

Kristen leaned in forward with a combination puzzled and pissed off expression and asked, "And just what is 'the Hollywood way'?"

"The way actresses have always settled it," Mila said moving closer.

Kristen was kind of perplexed until she realized Mila was opening and closing her fists. Then it dawned on her and Kristen stepped closer to Mila.

Just as they were about to start swinging, they heard a voice, "Oh my! This is great! We need the two of you back upstairs. Won't you come up and read again, we should be able to come up with a decision right away."

As Kristen started back toward the elevator, Mila shoved her in the back and Kristen went sprawling on her hands and knees on the pavement.

"Got two left feet do you?" Mila sneered cattily.

The casting agent laughed at the sight of Kristen on all fours as Mila confidently stepped over her. But Kristen threw out her leg and tripped Mila and the Fox star ended up landing on her pretty ass. Kristen got up and brushed herself off.

"I know you're probably more accustomed to working on your back, but really; there's a proper time and place."

Kristen got the last laugh, but as they got in the elevator the two young up-and-coming actresses never took their eyes off the other.

They had been about to fight in the parking lot, something that according to the whispers, happens often in Hollywood; but neither of them had never been in a major 'role catfight' yet. Mila always had her big protector, Laura Prepon, watching out for her and Kristen was still new to Hollywood.

They both read their lines and talked about the part with the producer and director. When it was over, the two women were put in a green room with just two leather sofas and a coffee table with a stack of out-of-date magazines on it. They sat down and the agent looked at them.

"We're going to go over all your tapes and discuss what've seen. We should have a decision for you soon so just sit here and wait."

Mila sat down on one sofa glaring at Kristen who sat opposite her and glared back at her. It was silent as a tomb after the agent left.

"My threat still stands, leave now," Mila threatened.

"No, you leave," Kristen answered

"Make me, you Canadian slut."

"I'll make you, you goddam Russian whore!"

Both women were on their feet after making the threats. Canadians and Russians had never been a good mix and it seemed they'd never get along. Still, neither of the young beauties was willing to throw the first smack.

"You better watch yourself Mila, there's no corrupt judges here to declare you the winner after I beat every way possible," Kristen smiled, referring to the Olympic judging scandal.

Mila fumed at that and slapped Kristen in the mouth. Kristen's head snapped to the side, satisfying Mila but then Kristen reached across the table and slapped Mila. Both women at the same instant tried to step over the glass coffee table to lunge at each other, but when each had a foot on the table and their hands on each other's arms, they were each trying to push the other backward.

They fought and fought for several minutes, then started moving to the side as Mila finally got Kristen off balance and pushed forward, slamming her back into the wall. When Mila released her, Kristen grabbed her wrists and pushed off the wall and Mila ended up tripping over the couch. She landed with Kristen on top of her as they were half laying on the couch with their legs stretched out on the floor.

Kristen lifted Mila and slammed her down over and over on the couch. Not knowing what she was doing, Kristen just wanted to hurt and beat Mila but never really knew what to do to accomplish it. Mila was more annoyed then injured by Kristen’s attack and her black shirt was riding up on her belly a bit. When Mila twisted her body, both women went tumbling onto the floor.

Mila got a hand free and, remembering what Laura and Tanya Roberts used to tell her about their fights, Mila ran her hand up under Kristen's shirt looking for one of Kristen's perky boobs. Finding one, she squeezed hard and Kristen let out a scream that set off an alarm down the hall. Mila got both hands into Kristen’s shirt and was squeezing both breasts. Kristen's shirt was shoved up under her chin as she reached up in desperation and raked her fingernails over Mila's face.

Mila’s hands immediately went to her eyes as Kristen started bucking her hips until she threw Mila off. Mila landed on the coffee table, her hands still trying to massage away the pain in her eyes. Kristen got up and shucked her torn shirt completely to free her arms from the tangled remnants, then kicked Mila in the ribs. As Mila rolled off the table, Kristen looked down at the marks Mila had left on her boobs.

"What is this? You want to fight dirty?” she screamed. “This is how you fight? Damn Russian, I'll show you!"

Holding her torn shirt in both hands, Kristen bent over and wrapped it around Mila’s throat and hauled back, choking the ‘70's Show’ cutie. Mila's hands went to her neck, trying to pull the material away from her neck so she could breathe, but all the muscles in Kristen's petite body were ripped and she wasn’t about to let go. She wanted to choke Mila out right now!

Kristen tried to apply more pressure as she brought one leg almost over Mila's shoulder. As Mila started fading, however, she latched onto the inside of Kristen’s leg and dug deep with all ten fingernails, slicing right through the pair of khaki pants she wore. Again, Kristen screamed and lost her grip enough for Mila to jump back, slamming Kristen's back against the wall and taking her breath away briefly.

Mila bent forward and then slammed back again, knocking the air completely out of Kristen. Mila muttered something in her native tongue as she pulled the shirt out of Kristen's hands and dropped it on the floor. Then she shot her elbow back, cracking Kristen in the side of the head and knocking her to the floor.

When Kristen went down so did Mila as the choking took a lot out of her. Both women started to get slowly up, Mila still fully clothed with her skirt rolled up above her thighs so it was almost a mini, and her black button-up shirt with the top three buttons ripped open. Kristen stood five feet away, sweat pouring down her upper body, clad only in khaki pants and a bra. Both women continued to pant as they circled; hands out like claws swiping every now and then.

Mila broke the silence, "This is your last chance! Give up or I beat the hell out of your Canadian ass."

Before Kristen could answer, Mila lunged and caught her hands - but then she found why it was so easy. Kristen was standing behind the coffee table, and as Mila lunged she fell over it. She landed on the top on her belly and Kristen fell on her back. The table wasn’t made to hold the weight of two young women and it crashed beneath their combined weight.

Mila tried to keep her body straight so she could do more damage to Kristen but Kristen held onto her shirt to keep them close together. Mila wiggled her way out of her shirt until she suddenly felt Kristen let go. Kristen grabbed onto Mila's breasts and twisted Mila off of her, but Mila quickly grabbed onto Kristen's and the two small breasted stars rolled around mauling each other's breasts.

They ripped off each other's bra and got to their knees trying to shove the other back as tears streamed down their flushed faces while their breast assault continued until Mila snapped her head forward and nailed a head butt. Being a novice at that, she missed Kristen’s nose and hit her forehead! Both women went down and each woman crawled to one couch where they rested looking at each other; their bodies sweating and their chests heaving heavily.

"Come on, we ain't done yet, I got more left in my tank,” Kristen said with more bravado than she felt.

"I'm not even hurting, unlike you," Mila taunted.

They started trading slaps, each holding one hand in the other's hair and slapping one cheek with the other; neither giving an inch as tears were rolling down their faces. They both moved close to the other, holding each other up now in their exhaustion as the heat was starting to have an effect on both of them.

Kristen's arms fell around Mila's waist as did Mila's around Kristen's. They bearhugged as they squeezed their small breasts together between them; battling for supremacy. The two were on their knees, each trying to outlast the other as they brought their heads up straight and opened their eyes. Now it was Kristen's turn to nail a head butt and she did, smashing her head directly onto Mila's nose!

Mila fell back with her head on the seat cushion of the couch, losing her bearhug. But Kristen retained hers and squeezed harder as she ground her boobs down into Mila's so hard the friction made Mila scream. When Kristen finally let go, she grabbed Mila by the hair at the front of her head and nailed her with two straight punches that bloodied Mila's nose.

Her own body wracked with pain, but still conscious, Kristen smiled, "Time to end this!"

She grabbed a cushion from the couch and put it over Mila's face, holding it there as Mila bucked and kicked. Her struggles slowly faded until she stopped fighting entirely. Kristen got off Mila's lap and lifted the cushion off her face. She gathered up her torn clothing and strutted out the door. The sweet young Canadian no one would ever expect this from had just won her first fight!

But Kristen knew she'd been fortunate and thanked her lucky stars as she put her shirt back on as she got into the elevator. The casting agent found Mila laying there topless and unconscious and saw the room in a shambles. He wondered what happened to Kristen but by that time she was sitting in her car crying both from relief and from the pain Mila had inflicted on her young body.