Renee was 5'4 but that didn't intimidate her from the 5'9 Cameron Diaz.
"Been waiting for this," Renee hissed, knuckles whitening around the top rope. Sweat already slicked her turquoise bikini top despite the arena's chill.
Cameron got in her face.
"Waiting?" Cameron snorted, towering over her. "Honey, you're just delaying the inevitable." She shoved Renee hard, sending her stumbling backward into the ropes. The crowd roared, smelling blood already.
The sharp clang of the bell sliced through the arena's noise. Instantly, Renee ducked under Cameron's wild swing, the air whistling where her fist had been. Footwork saved her—quick pivots on the canvas, turquoise fabric flashing as she danced away. Cameron chased, relentless, cornering her near the turnbuckle. Renee's back hit the padded post hard, breath knocked out in a gasp. Cameron grinned, moving in for the kill. She grabbed Renee's shoulders, fingers digging into bare skin. "Time to make you scream," Cameron growled.
But Renee's knee came up fast—catching Cameron square in the gut. Cameron doubled over, wheezing. The crowd gasped, then cheered louder. Renee scrambled away, putting distance between them. She wiped sweat from her eyes, chest heaving. Cameron straightened slowly, face twisted in pain and fury. "You little bitch," she spat, stalking forward again.
Renee circled, wary now. She knew Cameron wouldn't fall for that twice. The ring felt smaller suddenly, the ropes closer. Cameron feinted left, then lunged right—grabbing Renee's wrist in an iron grip. Renee tried to pull free, but Cameron yanked her close, locking an arm around her neck. "Gotcha," Cameron hissed in her ear.
Renee choked, clawing at the arm cutting off her air. Spots danced in her vision. She stomped hard on Cameron's foot. Cameron yelped, grip loosening just enough. Renee twisted, breaking free. She stumbled back, coughing. Cameron rubbed her throat, glaring. "Fight dirty?" Cameron sneered. "Fine."
She charged low, tackling Renee around the waist. They crashed to the mat in a tangle of limbs. Renee gasped as Cameron's weight pinned her down. Hands grabbed her bikini top, pulling hard. Fabric strained. Renee screamed, not in pain, but fury. She bucked wildly, kicking Cameron off balance. Cameron rolled, taking Renee with her. They grappled on the mat, rolling over and over near the ropes. The crowd was on its feet, roaring. Renee ended up on top, straddling Cameron. She raised her fist, ready to strike. But Cameron grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. Renee cried out, fist faltering. Cameron used the moment to buck her hips, flipping them again. Now Cameron was on top, pinning Renee's arms above her head with one hand. She smirked down at her. "Told you," Cameron panted. "Inevitable."
She leaned close, her breath on Renee's face. "You're done." Renee struggled, but couldn't break free. Cameron's free hand slid down Renee's side, fingers digging into her ribs. Renee flinched, She dug harder. Renee writhed, trying to twist away. "Stop!"
Cameron ignored her, fingers relentless. Tears pricked Renee's eyes—half laughter, half desperation. She bucked her hips, trying to throw Cameron off. But Cameron held firm, her weight crushing. "Beg," Cameron whispered, leaning closer. "Beg me to stop." Renee clenched her teeth, refusing. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction. But Cameron's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot under her ribs. Renee shrieked, body jerking uncontrollably.
Renee arched her back and slammed her forehead into Cameron's nose. Her grip loosened. Renee scrambled backward, gasping. Cameron clutched her nose, swearing viciously. The crowd roared, a mix of horror and excitement. Renee wiped sweat and tears from her face, breathing hard. She wouldn't submit. Not ever. Not to Cameron Diaz. Not to anyone. She pushed herself up, shaky but determined. Cameron glared at her, sweat trickling from her chi onto her yellow bikini top. "You're dead," Cameron spat, wiping the sweat with the back of her hand.
Renee didn't wait. She lunged low, tackling Cameron around the knees. Fingers clawed at skin. Renee grabbed a fistful of Cameron's blonde hair, yanking hard. Cameron screamed, kicking wildly. Her heel caught Renee's ribs. Pain exploded. Renee gasped but held on, rolling them over. She straddled Cameron's waist, pinning her arms down with her knees. Cameron bucked, trying to throw her off. Renee leaned in close, her voice a low growl. "Who's begging now?"
She dug her thumbs into Cameron's collarbone. Cameron hissed, twisting violently. She got one arm free and slammed her palm into Renee's ear. The world buzzed. Renee reeled back, clutching her head.
Cameron surged upward. Her hands flashed—not for a punch, but for the thin straps of Renee's turquoise top. Fingers hooked, pulled savagely sideways. The fabric tore with a sharp *rrrrip*. Cool air hit Renee's skin as the bikini top flew away, landing near the ropes. The crowd gasped, then roared louder. Renee froze for a split second, exposed, arms instinctively crossing her tits. Humiliation burned hotter than the arena lights.
Cameron didn't hesitate. She kicked—hard. Her bare foot slammed into Renee's bare stomach. Air whooshed out of Renee in a pained grunt. She doubled over, clutching her belly, stumbling backward until her. Tears blurred her vision. Cameron stalked forward, grinning wide. "Looks chilly," she taunted, nodding at Renee's erect nipples. Renee snarled, She charged wildly, head down, ignoring the pain.
Cameron moved out of the way, sending Renee crashing into the steel steps. The metal rang out as Renee crumpled to the floor. She groaned, clutching her ribs. Cameron grabbed Renee's ankle and dragged her back into the ring. The crowd screamed louder as Cameron climbed onto the ropes. She leaped off, aiming both knees at Renee's stomach--bullseye. All of the air went out of Renee with one knee--cameron's other knee smashed Renee's right tit. Renee screamed. Cameron rolled her onto her stomach and locked in a camel clutch. She pulled Renee's head back by her hair. "Tap!" Cameron yelled, wrenching harder. Renee's spine arched painfully. She clawed at the mat, refusing to surrender. Cameron leaned down. "Tap or I'll break you," she hissed.
"Never." Renee choked out, the word scraping raw against her throat. Her fingers dug trenches into the canvas, knuckles bone-white. Cameron’s knee pressed deeper between her shoulder blades, grinding vertebrae. The camel clutch arched Renee’s spine like a drawn bowstring—every tendon screamed. Sweat dripped from Cameron’s chin onto Renee’s bare back, tracing cold paths through the grime. The crowd’s roar was a physical thing, vibrating the mat beneath them. "Stubborn bitch," Cameron snarled, tightening her grip on Renee’s hair. She jerked harder, pulling Renee’s head back until her throat stretched taut. A whimper escaped Renee’s lips—involuntary, furious.
Her vision swam. Spots danced. But the ropes. They were *right there*. Inches from her scrabbling fingertips. Hope flared, desperate and sharp. She lunged forward, ignoring the agony tearing through her spine. Her nails clawed, stretching, straining. Fabric burned her palm as she caught the bottom rope. Just a brush. She hooked two fingers around it, anchoring herself against Cameron’s brutal leverage. Cameron hissed, wrenching harder. Renee gasped, clinging to the rope like salvation.
The rope meant escape. Meant Renee wasn’t broken. Not yet. Cameron roared, releasing the hair grip to slam a hammer fist down between Renee's bare shoulder blades. Renee cried. Cameron seized the moment. She hooked her arms under Renee’s armpits, hauling her limp body upright like a ragdoll. Renee sagged, dazed, her tits heaving. Cameron spun her around, facing the roaring crowd. One arm snaked across Renee's throat in a chokehold, the other clamped over her forehead, cranking her neck sideways.
"Look at her!" Cameron screamed. "Look at the pathetic little bitch who thought she could beat me!"
Tears streamed down Renee and soaked her nipples. Cameron's forearm crushed her windpipe, cutting off air and dignity alike. The crowd's jeers blurred into white noise—all Renee heard was Cameron's breath snarling in her ear. "Pathetic," Cameron spat again, twisting Renee's neck further. Agony ripped through muscle and tendon. Renee's bare feet scrambled for purchase on the slippery canvas, finding none. Her lungs burned. Black spots danced at the edges of her vision.
But she had a trick up her sleeve.
She reached behind Cameron's back--she had to fight for it, but she found the string blindly and pulled.
Camerons top slipped down but was stuck between Renee's back and Cameron's front--until the shock loosened Cameron's grip enough for Renee to escape, spin around, and deliver a DDT that almost put Cameron's head through the mat.
Cameron went down; Renee went down. They didn't move. The arena held its breath. Sweat dripped onto the mat. Renee's bare chest heaved. Cameron lay flat on her back, eyes closed, her yellow bikini top tangled around her waist. Renee stirred first. She pushed herself up on trembling arms. Her ribs screamed. Her head throbbed. But she crawled toward Cameron. Renee grabbed Cameron's ankle. She dragged her to the middle of the ring. Cameron groaned, stirring. Her eyes blinked open—dazed but furious. Renee scrambled up the turnbuckle. She wobbled, gripping the ropes. Below, Cameron struggled to rise. Renee leaped. Elbow aimed straight for Cameron's chest.
Bullseye.
Cameron's body jolted like an electrical shock; her titties nearly bounced off her chest. The impact echoed—a sickening thud that silenced the crowd for a split second. Air exploded from Cameron's lungs in a wet, ragged gasp. She curled sideways, clutching her sternum, face contorted in silent agony. Renee rolled off her, collapsing onto the mat. Sweat mixed with tears streaked her bare skin. She couldn't breathe either. Every rib felt shattered.
But Renee could see the light at the end of the tunnel. And she crawled--and crawled with everything she had left toward Cameron. She inched closer and closer until she could throw one arm across Cameron's titties.
The ref began the count. "One!" Cameron lay gasping, eyes wide with pain. "Two!" Renee pressed her weight down, arm trembling across Cameron's heaving chest. Sweat dripped from Renee's chin onto Cameron's bare skin. Cameron bucked wildly, throwing Renee off balance. Renee slid sideways, her grip slipping. Cameron scrambled to her knees, clutching her bruised ribs.
The crowd boomed. They couldn't believe it.
And either could Renee as she lay there--gobsmacked. She was so close. She rolled over and buried her face into her arms and cried. "I can't do it," she whimpered to herself. " I can't beat her." Cameron Diaz was just too much. Renee's ribs hurt. Her head hurt. Her tits hurt. Everything hurt.
She pushed herself up--and charged.
Cameron ducked Renee's wild swing, the fist whistling over her head. She stumbled forward, off-balance. Cameron used her long legs to kick Renee in her tits, dropping her again in a screaming heap. She pounced instantly, locking renee's arm behind her back in a brutal hammerlock and twisting her nipple with her free hand.
Renee screamed into the canvas, kicking uselessly as Cameron wrenched harder grinding Renee's face into the mat. Sweat stung Cameron's eyes, but she held on.
Renee couldn't breathe. She felt like Cameron was literally trying to rip her tit from her sternum. The crowd's roar became a distant buzz as pain screamed through every nerve. Tears mixed with sweat on the mat beneath her cheek. Cameron leaned harder, grinding Renee's face into the canvas. "Had enough?" Cameron hissed, twisting the nipple viciously. Renee's scream tore through the arena—raw, primal.
Her arm felt like it might snap. Her tit burned. Her spirit... broke. "Stop!" Renee gasped, voice muffled by the mat. Cameron twisted harder. "I said STOP!" Renee shrieked, her free hand slapping the canvas weakly. Once. Twice. Three times. The sharp smacks echoed louder than the crowd. Cameron instantly released the nipple twist and the hammerlock.
Renee rolled onto her back, clutching her throbbing breast, tears streaming freely. She curled into a ball, shaking. Cameron Diaz stood over her, breathing hard, sweat dripping onto Renee's bare skin. She didn't gloat. She just watched. Renee's shoulders hitched with ragged sobs. The fight was gone. She felt small, exposed, and utterly crushed. Cameron had beaten her. Really beaten her.
