Inside the ropes, Cameron Diaz bounced lightly on the balls of her feet. Her shoulders gleamed under the arena lights, muscles shifting like coiled ropes beneath tanned skin. She wore a bright blue bikini top and matching bottoms that rode low on her hips. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight, not a strand escaping the ponytail. Every breath she took lifted her ribcage. Her eyes, blue as pool tiles, didn't blink. They drilled into the woman across from her. "This ends tonight, Ali," Cameron said, her voice flat and carrying easily over the crowd's buzz. "No more talking."
Alicia Silverstone stood opposite, fists raised near her chin. She wore deep red bikini bottoms and a simple red top. Her dark hair was messy, falling across her forehead. Sweat already slicked her arms. She didn't bounce. She stayed planted, solid. "Always gotta be the last word, Cam?" Alicia shot back. A small smirk touched her lips.
This match? Winner meets Angela Bassett in the final.
The bell rang. Cameron took advantage of her 5'9 slender frame and long legs and immediately hammered the 5'5 Alicia in her face and put her flat on her back. She didn't wait around for Alicia to recover. She sat on Alicia's chest. Alicia gasped, struggling to breathe under Cameron's weight. Cameron's fists rained down—hard, fast punches to Alicia's face. Left, right, left. Each smack echoed through the arena as she hissed punctuating each word with another punch. Alicia's eyes rolled back; her arms flopped limp at her sides.
Cameron climbed off Alicia, grabbed her by the ankle, and dragged her limp body across the ring. The crowd roared, stomping their feet as Cameron slammed Alicia's head against the turnbuckle pad. Alicia slumped forward, dazed. Cameron pulled her up by her hair. Alicia's eyes were unfocused, Cameron wrapped her arm around Alicia's throat in a chokehold, squeezing tight. Alicia clawed at Cameron's forearm, her legs kicking. Cameron released her, and Alicia crumpled to the mat like a ragdoll. Cameron stood over her.
"Stay down," Cameron hissed. Alicia coughed, rolling onto her hands and knees. Cameron kicked her hard in the ribs. Alicia gasped, curling into a ball. Cameron kicked her again, this time in the stomach. Alicia moaned, clutching her belly. Cameron grabbed Alicia's hair again. "I said stay down!" She slammed Alicia's face into the mat. Once. Twice.
Cameron continued to stomped on her. Her eyes were swollen.She pushed herself up against the ropes only for Cameron to stomp her back down onto her ass in the corner. Alicia's ribs screamed with each impact—Cameron's heel grinding into her sternum like a boot crushing gravel. Spots danced behind her eyelids.
Cameron hurled her across the ring. Alicia's body hit the canvas, skidding toward the opposite ropes. Before she could brace herself, Cameron was on her again—dragging her up by the hair, and flinging her into the unforgiving steel ring post shoulder-first. Alicia crumpled.
The arena's giant jumbotron screen flashed to life. It filled with Alicia's sprawled form: her red bikini top twisted sideways, exposing the curve of her ribs and the deep bruise blooming purple across her abdomen. Sweat slicked her stomach, catching the harsh overhead lights. Her legs trembled as she tried to push herself up, muscles quivering under the camera’s merciless zoom. The crowd roared, a mix of cheers and gasps, as the screen lingered on her battered face: left eye swollen shut. Her breath hitched visibly, shoulders shuddering with each gasp. The camera didn't flinch.
Cameron Diaz didn't glance at the screen. She turned her back on Alicia completely, facing the roaring crowd. She raised both arms high, fingers splayed wide, palms facing upwards like she was drawing power from the noise. Her blue bikini gleamed, unstained, untouched. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her face as she soaked in the adulation. She lifted her chin, closed her eyes for a second, and let the sound wash over her. Then, she brought her hands down, clapping slowly, theatrically, egging the crowd on louder. She strutted along the ropes, her grin wide and white perfect teeth. She even blew a kiss towards the expensive seats.
Alicia Silverstone saw it all upside down. Through the haze of pain, the distorted view of Cameron’s triumphant strut burned hotter than the throbbing in her ribs. Sweat stung her swollen eye. Her stomach screamed where Cameron’s heel had ground in. But the worst wasn’t the bruises blooming purple across her ribs, or the sharp ache in her shoulder from the ring post. It was the humiliation plastered high, her helplessness broadcast for everyone to see.
Cameron Diaz wasn’t done. Alicia tried to scramble backwards, her hands slipping in sweat. Too slow. Cameron’s fingers tangled in her dark hair again. "You don't listen," She slammed Alicia’s face down onto the mat—once, twice. Then Cameron hauled her into a powerbomb position. She lifted Alicia skyward then drove her down. Alicia’s back slammed onto the canvas. The mat shuddered. Air blasted from Alicia’s lungs in a harsh, wet gasp. Her head snapped back. Teeth clacked. The impact echoed through the ring. Cameron stood over her, breathing hard, sweat dripping off her chin. She didn’t smirk. Her face was stone.
Alicia’s chest heaved. Her breasts bounced heavily against her ribs with each ragged gasp. Sweat slicked her skin, making the red bikini top cling unevenly. The fabric strained. Hertits wobbled visibly.
Cameron Diaz didn’t waste time gloating. She dropped to her knees beside Alicia’s sprawled body. Her thigh muscles flexed as she hooked one leg over Alicia’s hips, pinning her flat. Cameron’s hands slammed down onto Alicia’s shoulders—hard. The impact jolted Alicia’s limp arms wide. Cameron leaned forward, pressing her full weight onto Alicia’s chest. Alicia wheezed, ribs screaming. Cameron’s blonde ponytail swung like a pendulum over Alicia’s swollen face. Her breath smelled faintly of mint gum. "Count it!" Cameron yelled at the referee, her voice sharp and commanding. The ref scrambled closer, dropping to her knees beside them. Her hand slapped the canvas "One!"
"Two!" Alicia’s eyes snapped open. Not wide, not startled—just a flicker. Her hips bucked upward, throwing Cameron’s balance sideways. Alicia’s right arm shot up. The referee’s hand froze mid-air. Not three. Two--Cameron couldn’t believe it. She’d felt Alicia go limp, heard that awful gasp. She’d pinned her--she was 100% sure of it.
Alicia gasped, rolling onto her knees. Her shoulders slumped, her head hung low. Her face throbbed. She couldn’t believe she was losing so badly. Not just losing—being destroyed. Humiliated. Broadcast across the Garden.
Cameron Diaz saw it. She saw Alicia’s shoulders slump. She saw the defeat in her posture. She saw the hesitation. And Cameron smiled. Not a wide, triumphant grin this time. A thin, cold smile. A predator’s smile. She didn’t rush. She walked slowly towards Alicia, her blue bikini gleaming under the harsh lights. All she saw was Alicia Silverstone, broken and kneeling. Cameron stopped right in front of her. She didn’t speak. She didn’t taunt. She simply reached down, grabbed Alicia’s chin with one hand, and forced her head up. Alicia’s good eye blinked, unfocused, trying to find Cameron’s face. Cameron held her gaze. Then, without warning, Cameron’s free hand smashed into Alicia’s jaw—a vicious, open-palm slap that snapped Alicia’s head sideways. Cameron released her chin. Alicia slumped forward again, catching herself on her hands, Cameron stepped back, surveying her work. Her expression remained utterly calm. Utterly focused. She wasn’t celebrating yet. She was finishing the job.
Alicia Silverstone saw the blue bikini bottoms directly in front of her face. She saw the smooth skin of Cameron’s thighs. She saw the slight tremble in her own hands pressed against the mat. . Her body moved before her mind could catch up. Her hands shot out—not to push Cameron away, not to defend herself. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of Cameron’s bright blue bikini bottoms and she yanked. Down. Hard. The fabric slid over Cameron’s hips, exposing the curve of her buttocks and the dark triangle below. A collective gasp ripped through Madison Square Garden, louder than any cheer yet.
Cameron froze. Shock wiped the cold smile off her face. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly. She felt the sudden, shocking rush of cool air where there shouldn't be any. Her triumphant stance faltered. Before she could react, Alicia lunged forward, her head dipping low. A desperate, sharp bite right into the soft flesh of Cameron’s pubic mound. Cameron screamed and instinctively shoved Alicia’s head away, staggering backwards, hands flying to cover herself.
The crowd's gasp turned into a roar. Confusion rippled through Madison Square Garden. Alicia scrambled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face was a mask of pain and fury. She saw Cameron stumbling, momentarily vulnerable, her blue bikini bottoms tangled around her thighs. "Not so perfect now, are you?" Alicia spat, her voice thick and rasping. She pushed herself up, ignoring the screaming pain in her ribs and shoulder. This was her chance.
Cameron Diaz clutched at her exposed skin, her face twisted in disbelief and agony. The sharp sting where Alicia’s teeth had sunk in burned hotter than any punch. "You animal!" she screamed, her voice cracking. She frantically tried to pull her bottoms back up, fumbling with the wet fabric. Her cool composure shattered completely. The arena lights felt suddenly harsh, exposing her humiliation as clearly as the jumbotron had shown Alicia’s defeat moments before. A chorus of whistles and shocked laughter erupted from the stands – the sound was a physical blow.
Alicia shoved herself upright, ignoring the way her ribs hurt. Cameron was vulnerable, distracted, her hands busy covering herself instead of defending. Alicia charged, her shoulder lowered like a battering ram. She drove into Cameron’s stomach, just below the bright blue bikini top. The impact lifted Cameron clean off her feet. They crashed to the mat together, Alicia landing heavily on top, driving the air from Cameron’s lungs in. Her eyes bulged, her mouth gaping silently. Alicia scrambled higher, planting a knee squarely on Cameron’s sternum, pinning her down. She grabbed Cameron’s wrists, forcing them away from her exposed hips, slamming them hard against the canvas above her head. Cameron bucked wildly, but Alicia leaned her full weight down, grinding her knee deeper. "Perfect?" Alicia snarled. "Let them see *you* now!"
She twisted Cameron’s wrists viciously. The jumbotron flashed Cameron’s exposed lower body, her frantic struggle, her wide-eyed panic. The crowd’s laughter echoed.
Alicia reared back, fist clenched—not aiming for Cameron’s ribs, but her face. One punch. Two. Three. Sweat made her perfect blonde hair matted against her forehead. "How’s that spotlight feel?" Alicia asked.
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her fingers hooked under the clasp of Cameron’s blue bikini top and she gasped as the top peeled away, leaving her bare-chested under the blinding arena lights.
Cameron screamed—not pain this time, but humiliation. Her hands flew instinctively to cover herself, but Alicia was faster, pinning Cameron’s wrists above her head with one hand. The other hand grabbed a fistful of blonde hair, wrenching Cameron’s head sideways against the mat. Then she lunged, teeth sinking deep into the soft swell of Cameron’s exposed tit. Not a nip. Not a warning. A savage bite that clamped down hard on tender flesh. Cameron’s scream choked off into a drooling gurgle, her eyes bulging wide as agony ripped through her chest. The crowd’s roar became a single, horrified gasp.
Alicia didn’t bite and release. She bit and *held*. Her jaw locked like a pitbull’s, grinding her teeth deeper into Cameron’s nipple. She thrashed wildly beneath her, legs kicking uselessly, her back arching off the mat in a desperate, silent plea. Tears streamed down Cameron’s cheeks, mingling with sweat and smeared makeup. The taste of salt and sweat flooded Alicia’s mouth. She sucked hard, drawing Cameron’s nipple deeper into her mouth, the pressure building until Cameron whimpered. Finally, Alicia ripped her head back, tearing her teeth free. She spat directly onto Cameron’s upturned face. It landed with a wet slap across her cheekbone, just below her wide, horrified eyes.
They rolled. Not gracefully, but like two wounded animals. Alicia scrambled wildly, trying to pin Cameron again, but Cameron bucked violently. Alicia’s knee slammed hard into Cameron’s ribs and Cameron retaliated by sinking her teeth into Alicia’s shoulder until Alicia shoved her away. They staggered apart, Cameron clutched her soar tits. Alicia staggered, her shoulder throbbing where Cameron’s teeth had sunk. The crowd was crazy.
Cameron's fist crashed into Alicia’s jaw. Before she could recover, Cameron slammed a knee into her pussy. Alicia folded. Them Cameron grabbed her hair, "You filthy bitch!"
She drove her forehead straight into Alicia’s titties. She grabbed Alicia’s tangled dark hair again, and spat in her face. "That’s for biting me, you rabid dog!" The spittle slid down Alicia’s cheek, Before Alicia could wipe it away, Cameron’s fist hammered her right tit over and over until Alicia cried. Cameron Diaz didn’t stop. She shoved Alicia . Her hands found Alicia’s throat— Cameron’s thumbs dug deep into the soft hollows beneath Alicia’s jawbone, pressing hard against her windpipe. Her other fingers locked like iron bands.
Alicia gasped—a thin, desperate wheeze that barely reached her own ears. Her vision tunneled as Cameron’s furious, sweat-slicked face became a blur. Darkness crept in from the corners. Her mouth gaped open, silently begging for air that wouldn’t come. Her hands scrabbled weakly at Cameron’s forearms, fingernails leaving faint red trails on the tanned skin, but Cameron didn’t flinch. Alicia’s legs twitched, toes curling against the canvas. Her head felt impossibly heavy, lolling back against Cameron’s crushing grip. The bright arena lights dimmed, replaced by swirling grey static. Her chest felt like it was collapsing as she fell to her knees. Not a controlled descent, but a sudden, heavy buckling. Her knees slammed onto the mat, sending a jolt through her bruised ribs. Her body sagged forward, forehead almost touching the damp canvas. Cameron’s thumbs pressed deeper, relentless.
Then, instinct surged. Her fingers, slick with sweat, plunged past the twisted waistband of Cameron’s blue bikini bottoms. They slid roughly into the wet heat between Cameron’s legs. Alicia didn’t probe gently; she shoved her fingers deep inside Cameron’s pussy with brutal force, curling them inward like hooks.
Cameron’s eyes flew wide – pure shock replacing the fury. Her stranglehold on Alicia’s throat vanished instantly. A choked, guttural gasp tore from her lips, a sound utterly unlike her earlier screams. Her hips bucked violently, not in aggression, but in a desperate, involuntary recoil from the invasive violation. Her legs clamped shut instinctively, trapping Alicia’s wrist, but Alicia twisted her fingers deeper, grinding knuckles against tender inner flesh. Cameron’s scream was ragged, high-pitched, laced with disbelief and raw agony. She shoved frantically at Alicia’s shoulder, trying to pry her away, but her strength was fractured by the blinding, unexpected pain radiating from her core. It was a brutal, unwanted intrusion, triggering a cascade. As Alicia’s fingers hooked and twisted inside her, Cameron’s body betrayed her. A shuddering wave ripped through her, starting deep in her belly and exploding outward. Her back arched, and her heels were digging into the canvas. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, breath ragged and catching. Her thighs trembled violently, clamped tight around Alicia’s trapped arm. A flush spread rapidly across her chest and neck, clashing with the stark pallor of her face. It wasn't pleasure; it was a grotesque, involuntary convulsion forced upon her by trauma and pressure. Her hips jerked erratically, muscles spasming uncontrollably as the climax tore through her, unstoppable and utterly humiliating.
The wave passed as violently as it arrived. Cameron collapsed forward, spent and shaking. Her forehead thumped against Alicia’s shoulder. Her breath came in shallow gasps against Alicia’s bruised skin. She didn't push away. She didn't fight. She slumped, her body heavy and limp, leaning into Alicia’s battered frame. Diaz wasn’t attacking anymore. She was trembling, clinging weakly, her exposed skin slick with sweat against Alicia’s. Her fingers curled loosely into Alicia’s tangled hair, not pulling, just holding on.
Alicia froze. Cameron’s unexpected weight pressed against her, the frantic tremors vibrating through her own aching ribs. Th. Alicia’s own hand, slick and sticky, was still trapped between Cameron’s clamped thighs. Her free arm, heavy with fatigue, lifted. It wrapped around Cameron Diaz’s shuddering back, pulling her closer. Hard. Violently close. Her fingers dug into the sweat-slick skin above Cameron’s waistband, pressing into the bruised muscles beneath. It wasn’t comfort. It was containment. Possession. A brutal claim staked in the wreckage. Cameron whimpered, a tiny, broken sound muffled against Alicia’s shoulder. Her trembling intensified, but she didn’t pull away. Her fingers tightened weakly in Alicia’s hair.
The roar of the Garden shifted. Confusion twisted into something darker, hungrier. They saw Cameron Diaz clinging, trembling, exposed. They saw Alicia Silverstone holding her, her own face a mask of pain and fury, her eyes blazing with a terrifying clarity. Alicia didn’t look at the crowd. She looked down at the blonde head buried against her. She shifted her trapped hand, not pulling it free, but twisting her fingers slightly inside Cameron. Cameron gasped, arching against her involuntarily, a fresh tremor wracking her body. "Feel that?" Alicia hissed, her voice raw and low, barely audible over the noise. "That’s losing." She tightened her crushing embrace, forcing Cameron’s head back to expose her tear-streaked, horrified face to the overhead lights. "Look at me!" Alicia commanded. Cameron’s blue eyes met hers. There was no defiance left. Only shattered disbelief.
Alicia shoved her backwards. Cameron sprawled onto the mat, legs splayed, her bikini bottoms still tangled around her thighs, her chest bare and marked. She scrambled weakly, trying to cover herself, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated. Alicia stood over her, breathing hard, She didn’t rush.
"Look at you." She planted a foot squarely on Cameron’s bruised sternum, pinning her down and then she leaned her weight into it, grinding her heel down.
Cameron gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking down her temples. She tried to twist away, but Alicia’s foot held firm. Alicia crouched low, her dark hair falling around her swollen face. She grabbed Cameron’s chin again, forcing her head up. "Open your eyes." Cameron’s eyelids fluttered open, blue eyes watery and unfocused. "See what you made me do?" Alicia hissed. Her free hand slid down Cameron’s trembling stomach, past the twisted waistband of her blue bikini bottoms. Cameron flinched violently, trying to clamp her legs shut, but Alicia’s knee jammed between them, forcing them apart. "No," Cameron whimpered, a raw, broken sound. "Don’t—"
Alicia’s fingers plunged back inside Cameron’s pussy, deep and unforgiving. Cameron’s back arched off the mat, a ragged scream tearing from her throat. Her hips bucked wildly, not in resistance now, but in helpless, involuntary spasms. Alicia leaned closer, her breath hot against Cameron’s ear. "You wanted a show?" she rasped. "Give them one." She twisted her fingers sharply. Cameron cried out, her body jerking violently beneath Alicia’s pinning foot. Her hands scrabbled weakly at Alicia’s ankle, then fell limp against the canvas. A shuddering gasp escaped her lips, followed by another sharp cry as Alicia curled her fingers again. Cameron’s head thrashed side to side, blonde hair plastered to her sweat-slicked face. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, locked open by Alicia’s knee. "Stop," she choked, tears streaming freely. "Please... stop..."
Alicia didn’t stop. She pressed deeper, grinding her knuckles against Cameron’s inner walls. Cameron’s body seized—a final, violent tremor ripping through her. Her eyes rolled back, mouth slackening in a silent scream as another climax tore through her, raw and exposed. She collapsed. Alicia slowly withdrew her fingers, glistening wet. She wiped them deliberately on Cameron’s bare stomach, leaving a slick trail. Cameron flinched but didn’t pull away. She lay trembling, limbs splayed, vulnerable beneath the blinding lights and the jumbotron’s merciless gaze. Her blue bikini was a tangled ruin around her thighs; her chest marked by Alicia’s teeth.
Alicia stood, her own legs shaky. She stared down at Cameron’s broken form. The fury that had fueled her moments ago felt hollow now, replaced by exhaustion. Cameron’s eyes met hers—no challenge, just a dazed surrender. Alicia spat on the mat beside Cameron’s head.
"Submit," Alicia said.
Cameron blinked slowly. Her lips moved, forming a single, silent word: "Yes"
The bell clanged, Alicia was declared the winner. The announcement boomed through Madison Square Garden, but the crowd’s roar was fractured—cheers mixed with boos that Alicia barely heard. She turned away from Cameron’s trembling body, her gaze fixed on the entrance ramp. Angela Bassett stood there, watching. Her expression was unreadable, arms crossed. She gave a slow, deliberate nod. Not approval. Acknowledgement. *You’re next*, it seemed to say.
