The fragile truce between the two women had tenuously held throughout the film shoot, and thus far through the promotional tour. But on this night, as Mila and Michelle mingled with some of Hollywood's biggest executives at a private penthouse party in downtown LA, the peace would be irrevocably shattered.
It doesn’t really matter what set the battle off; both ladies had been dropping catty comments about the other all evening long as the champagne flowed. All the well-heeled partygoers suddenly knew was, the blonde and the brunette were tearing into one another without warning, snarling and hissing like jungle cats!
Hands pulled at carefully coiffed hair, and tore the expensive dresses as the actresses stumbled around the room, gasping and wincing in pain. Both were so enraged, their adrenalin pumping so fiercely, they were able to shrug off the blows as they relentlessly went at it, their lush bodies now reduced to their bras and panties as their outer garb lay in tatters on the floor.
Ultimately, one beauty slowly began to gain the upper hand; Michelle attacked ruthlessly, her pixie face twisted into a mask of absolute determination, brow furrowed and eyes two slits of hatred for her rival.
“охуеть!” Mila gasped again and again, forgetting herself as she cursed in her native Russian. Now, her back pressed against the wall, Kunis had no place to escape to as Williams balled her fists and began burying them in the brunette’s belly and breasts, tears welling in her eyes as she grunted from the hammering blows.
But then, with the speed of a cobra, Mila’s right leg flashed out, her knee slamming hard with a sickening
THUD into Michelle’s groin! Eyes suddenly wide as saucers, her pouty lips puckered into an agonized ‘O’, the blonde staggered backward on wobbly legs, her hands gingerly cupping her throbbing womanhood.
Suddenly flush with the prospect of victory, Mila pushed away from the wall and draw a sharp backhand slap across her rival’s face, snapping Michelle’s head violently to the side with a shower of perspiration, and sending her crashing down to her rear end. Trying her best to block her pain, the blonde attempted to get back up to her feet, but a kick to the side of her face left her reeling and flat on her back.
A cruelly sinister smirk upon her lips, Mila looked down upon her prone nemesis with a look of pure derision. Then, without warning, she suddenly leapt up, and brought the heels of both of her feet smashing down upon the breasts of Williams, driving air from the poor girl’s lungs with a loud, pitiful whoosh.
Dazed, panting and sobbing, Michelle offered no resistance as Mila pulled her head between her thighs for a reverse head scissors, the blonde’s chin pressed against her tormentor’s sculptured derriere. As she tightened her vise-grip, Kunis added injury to injury by sinking her fingers into Michelle’s belly, painfully kneading her abs. Moaning and crying, the blonde’s hands slapped and tugged ineffectually at Mila’s steely thighs. Her face turning red, then purple from the crushing embrace, it was not long before Michelle’s teary eyes glazed, then fluttered shut. Her entire body went limp as she succumbed to darkness.
The spectators, silently mesmerized by the violent contest, suddenly burst into applause at the brunette’s victory…but she was not finished yet. First, she dragged her unconscious rival’s body to an ottoman, draping it backward over the top; she then grabbed some of the tatters of Michelle’s own dress and used them to bind her wrists and ankles to the legs of the ottoman.
Then, flute of champagne in hand, a smiling Kunis sat in the accompanying wingback chair, lifting her legs and placing them upon the heaving torso of the still-slumbering Williams, humiliating her by reducing her to a mere footrest for the triumphant brunette!
“Forget Oz,” one spectator remarked at the sight. “
There’s your great and powerful!”
