"Think you can take me?" Julia Roberts sneered, sweat already glistening on her shoulders under the harsh arena lights. Her fists clenched at her sides. "That pretty smile won't save you tonight."
Angela Bassett didn't flinch, her eyes burning holes into Julia's. "Sweetheart," she growled, her voice low and dangerous, "I'm gonna smack those fish lips off of your face."
The sharp clang of the bell sliced through the roar of the crowd like a knife. Julia lunged first, a quick jab aimed at Angela’s jaw. Angela ducked, her hair whipping past her shoulders as she pivoted on the balls of her feet. The mat felt sticky under their bare soles, smelling faintly of rubber and sweat. They circled each other slowly, muscles tensed, eyes locked. Julia’s breath came in short bursts; Angela’s was a steady hiss between her teeth.
Julia threw another punch, wilder this time. Angela caught her wrist, twisting hard. Julia gasped, stumbling backward. But she didn’t stay down. She sprang up, her eyes blazing. "That all you got?" she spat, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Angela just smirked, rolling her shoulders. She knew her strength. She knew she could outlast Julia—outmuscle her, outsmart her. This was her path to the finals, and nothing would stop her. Not even those famous dimples. Julia bounced on her toes, her own confidence a bright, sharp thing inside her chest. She pictured the crowd chanting her name, the trophy gleaming under the lights. She’d show Angela what real star power looked like.
Julia charged again. This time, Angela met her head-on. They crashed together in the center of the ring, arms locked, muscles straining. Angela tried to shove Julia backward, but Julia dug her heels into the mat, refusing to budge. The crowd roared, a wall of sound that vibrated the ropes. Sweat flew as Julia twisted, breaking Angela’s hold. She saw her opening—a split second where Angela’s guard was down. Julia’s fist shot out. Her knuckles connected solidly with Angela’s jaw. Angela’s head snapped sideways, her eyes going wide with shock.
Julia didn’t let up. She pushed forward, forcing Angela back step by step. Angela stumbled, her bare feet slipping slightly on the damp mat. Julia threw another punch, then another. Each one landed with a sharp thud against Angela’s ribs. Angela gasped, her breath hitching. The crowd’s chants grew louder—*Ju-li-a! Ju-li-a!*—as Julia drove Angela relentlessly toward the corner. Angela’s back hit the turnbuckle with a heavy thump. The metal pad clanged, echoing through the arena. Julia pressed in close, her shoulder pinning Angela against the padded post. She landed a hard elbow to Angela’s stomach, making her grunt.
Julia’s eyes locked onto her target. Angela’s chest heaved under her bright red bikini top, sweat glistening on her skin. Julia swung her arm hard and fast. Her fist slammed into the center of Angela’s chest. Angela cried out, her body buckling forward. Julia didn’t hesitate. She threw a second blow, this time lower and harder. Her knuckles connected squarely with Angela’s left breast. Angela doubled over, clutching herself, her face twisted in pain. The crowd gasped, then roared—some in shock, others in wild excitement. Julia stood over her, breathing hard, a fierce grin spreading across her face.
Angela tried to push herself up, her hands slipping on the damp mat. Julia saw her chance. She planted her feet wide, leaned back, and swung her leg high. Her bare foot came down like a hammer. The stomp landed right on Angela’s hip bone with a sickening thud. Angela screamed, her body collapsing. Julia didn’t stop. She stomped again, this time on Angela’s shoulder, driving her down. Angela’s face hit the mat, her mouth smearing sweat across the rubber. Angela’s body jolted, her legs kicking out weakly. She tried to roll away, but Julia was too fast. Julia’s foot slammed down on her back, pinning her. Angela gasped, her breath coming in ragged, wet coughs. Her fingers clawed at the mat, searching for something to hold onto. There was nothing. Julia stood over her, breathing hard. Her chest rose and fell under her blue bikini top. Sweat dripped from her chin onto Angela’s back. The crowd was screaming now, a wild mix of cheers and boos. Some fans chanted Julia’s name. Others shouted for Angela to get up. Julia’s eyes were fierce. She wasn’t done. She grabbed Angela’s hair forcing Angela onto her knees. Angela’s eyes were blurry Julia leaned in close. “Still smiling?” she hissed. Her voice was low and rough.
Angela didn’t answer. She was too busy trying to breathe. Julia tightened her grip. She was about to slam Angela’s face into the mat when Angela’s hand shot up. Her fingers dug into Julia’s thigh, nails scraping skin. Julia flinched. Angela twisted, driving her shoulder into Julia’s stomach.
Julia stumbled back, coughing. Angela scrambled to her feet, her body shaking. Her red bikini was smeared with sweat.The crowd roared louder. Angela charged. She slammed into Julia’s stomach, lifting her off her feet. Julia gasped as the air rushed from her lungs. They crashed onto the mat together in a tangle of limbs. Angela rolled on top, pinning Julia’s shoulders with her knees. Julia bucked wildly, her blue bikini straps digging into her skin. Angela rained down punches—short, hard blows to Julia’s face.
Angela leaned forward, trapping Julia’s arms under her knees. Julia’s eyes widened. Angela’s face was inches away, "Still think you’re pretty?" Angela snarled.
She slammed her forehead into Julia’s. The crowd went wild—a deafening mix of horror and cheers. She shifted her weight lower, grinding her pussy against Julia’s face. Julia choked, her mouth pressed against the fabric. Angela’s thighs squeezed tighter. She rocked back and forth slowly, deliberately, sweat dripping from her body onto Julia’s.
Julia gagged, struggling to breathe. Angela leaned back, arching her spine. She ground harder, rubbing herself over Julia’s nose and mouth. Julia’s thrashing grew weaker. Her eyes watered. Angela’s laugh was low and rough. "Not so tough now, huh?"
She pressed down, smothering Julia’s face into the crotch of her red bikini bottoms. Julia’s muffled cries were lost in the screams of the arena.
"Taste it," she growled, grinding deeper as Julia’s legs kicked wildly.
Suddenly, Angela grabbed Julia’s hair again. She shoved hard—launching Julia toward the ropes. Julia hit the middle rope chest-first, the ropes snapping tight against her ribs. Before she could bounce back, Angela lunged, hurling Julia over the ropes headfirst. Julia flipped sideways, crashing onto the hard arena floor outside the ring. Her shoulder slammed against concrete. She groaned, rolling onto her back. Bits of popcorn and spilled soda stuck to her sweaty skin.
Angela climbed through the ropes. She stalked toward Julia, her bare feet slapping the concrete. The crowd pressed against the barricades, screaming. Angela kicked Julia hard in the ribs. Once. Twice. Julia curled up, coughing. Angela grabbed Julia’s ankle and dragged her toward the steel ring steps. Julia scrambled, fingernails scraping uselessly on concrete. Angela lifted Julia’s head and smashed it against the steps.
She continued to beat her head into it repeatedly. She didn’t care. She grabbed Julia’s arm and twisted it behind her back until Julia screamed. Angela slammed Julia’s face into the ring apron, Her eyes were dazed. Angela stomped on Julia’s hand. Bones crunched under her heel. Julia screamed. Angela kicked her in the stomach again and laughed and spat on Julia’s back. The crowd roared louder. Angela picked Julia up by her hair. She threw her into the barricade. Fans scrambled back as Julia’s body bounced off the metal. She dragged Julia along the barricade, scraping her face against the top before slamming Julia’s head into the announcers’ table. Monitors shattered. Water bottles flew.
Julia slumped to the concrete, barely conscious. Her bikini top was ripped, hanging loosely. Angela stood over her, breathing hard. She grabbed Julia’s hair again, forcing her to look up at the roaring crowd. "See that?" Angela snarled. "They see you broken."
She slammed Julia’s face back down onto the hard floor. Her body shuddered weakly. Angela rolled Julia onto her back with her foot. Julia’s eyes stared blankly at the arena lights overhead. Her tits barely moved. Angela planted her foot on Julia’s throat, pressing down slowly. Julia gagged, her hands fluttering. Angela leaned forward, putting more weight on Julia’s windpipe. "Stay down," Angela hissed. "Or I’ll break more than your spirit."
Julia’s fingers clawed weakly at Angela’s ankle. Her lungs burned. The crowd’s noise faded to a dull roar in her ears. But her eyes snapped into focus. She bucked her hips wildly, throwing Angela off-balance. Angela stumbled backward, surprised. Julia rolled onto her side, coughing.
Angela lunged again. Julia kicked out blindly. Her heel slammed into Angela’s knee. Angela roared in pain, clutching her leg. Julia scrambled backward on her elbows, her torn blue bikini top barely clinging to her chest. Sweat stung her eyes. She tasted blood. Angela limped forward, her face twisted with fury. Julia grabbed a fallen water bottle. She hurled it. Angela
ducked, but the distraction gave Julia time to stand. Her legs wobbled. The crowd screamed her name—*Ju-li-a! Ju-li-a!*—like a drumbeat in her ears.
Julia charged. She tackled Angela around the waist. They crashed into the ring apron. Angela’s Angela's back cracked, Julia didn’t stop. Once. Twice. Three times she rammed her back into the edge. Once. Then she slammed Angela’s forehead against it.
Angela slumped, dazed. Julia grabbed her hair and dragged her toward the steel steps then smashed her face against the metal edge. She did it again. And again.
Julia’s fingers hooked under Angela’s red bikini top straps. With a vicious yank, she tore the flimsy fabric sideways. The top ripped clean off Angela’s body, flying away toward the screaming fans. Her tits bounced free, glistening with sweat under the arena lights. The crowd roared.
Julia didn’t hesitate. She slammed Angela's tits into the steel steps and planted her knee in Angela’s spine, smashing them harder. She grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. And as Angela gasped and her head rolled back. Julia leaned close.
"Smile for me now, stupid bitch." she said.
Angela--her chocolate tits gleaming under the arena lights—was hurled back into the ring. Julia gripped her hair and dragged her limp body to the center and threw her head down violently, leaving her flat on her back.
Julia stood over Angela, hooked her fingers into the sides of Angela’s red bikini bottoms and ripped them off. Her pussy was exposed to the screaming fans. A dark triangle glistening with sweat . Julia flung the torn panties in Angela's face.
Julia collapsed onto Angela’s naked body. Angela gasped, her tits flattened beneath Julia’s.
Julia leaned forward, pressing her tits against Angela’s face. She rubbed her nipples over Angela’s nose and lips. Angela twisted her head away, but Julia grabbed her chin, forcing her to suck her nipple. Angela gagged and Julia pressed harder. She could feel Angela's drool dripping down her tit. The crowd screamed louder. Julia laughed. She shifted her hips, grinding her pussy against Angela's bare stomach. Angela's skin was slick with sweat. Julia rocked back and forth slowly, deliberately. Her blue bikini bottoms grew wetter as she rubbed herself against Angela's dark skin. "Taste my sweat," Julia hissed. She grabbed Angela's hair and slammed her face into her crotch. Angela choked, her nose buried in the damp fabric. Julia kept grinding. The smell of sweat and heat filled Angela's nostrils. She couldn't breathe.
She used one hand to press Angela's face deeper into her bikini bottoms and the other to play with Angela's ass. Angela jerked beneath her. Julia pushed her fingernails deep into her cheeks. causing Angela to scream into Julia's crotch.
Angela began to fade. The world blurred—the screaming crowd melted into a dull buzz, the harsh arena lights softened into hazy halos. Her lungs burned, starved for air trapped against Julia’s damp crotch. Sweat stung her eyes. Her muscles trembled, not from effort anymore, but from exhaustion. Every breath Julia forced into her own skin tasted like salt and defeat. She could feel Julia’s hips grinding, relentless, the friction raw against her cheekbone. Her fingers scraped weakly at Julia’s thigh. Her vision tunneled, darkness creeping in from the edges.
Julia groaned. Her hips jerked forward, pressing Angela’s face deeper into the soaked fabric of her blue bikini bottoms. Angela felt it—a sudden, hot wetness flooding her nose and mouth. It wasn't sweat. Julia shuddered violently above her, pinning Angela’s head tight against her pussy as she rode out the pulsing wave. Angela choked, gagging as Julia smeared it across her lips and chin.
The referee scrambled closer. She grabbed Angela’s limp wrist, lifting her arm high and releasing it-- Once. Twice.
But Angela kept her arm raised the third time.
Julia’s triumphant grin vanished. She snapped her gaze at the referee. The ref shook her head, pointing at Angela’s stubbornly lifted arm. The match hadn’t ended. Julia’s chest heaved. She was furious. *Still?*
She paced around Angela’s naked body like a hungry shark circling its prey. Her bare feet slapped the sticky mat. Angela lay limp, her eyes half-closed, her chest rising and falling weakly. Her chocolate tits glistened under the harsh lights. Julia’s fists clenched. She couldn’t believe Angela was still fighting. She kicked Angela’s thigh hard. Angela groaned but didn’t move. Julia glared down at her. "You’re done, you stupid, fucking, worthless bitch." Julia said. "Just stay the fuck down."
Angela’s eyes flickered open. They were blurry, unfocused. She tried to push herself up onto her elbows. Her arms trembled violently. She saw Julia’s blurry blue bikini standing over her. Angela’s fingers dug into the rubber mat. She had to get up. She had to. She wouldn’t let Julia win like this. Not after everything. Not stripped naked and humiliated. She gritted her teeth and forced one knee under her body. She pushed upward. Her head spun. She almost fell back down. But she was on her hands and knees, head hanging low, her dark back sweaty. Her pussy was fully exposed to thousands of screaming fans. She didn’t care.
Julia rushed forward, aiming a brutal kick straight at Angela’s ribs. Angela rolled sideways. and Julia’s foot slammed into the mat. Julia stumbled slightly off-balance. Angela wrapped her arms around Julia’s waist, lifted her, and slammed her into the mat.
Julia gasped as her back hit the rubber. Angela didn’t let go. She lifted Julia again—and slammed her down harder. Then she lifted her a third time. Julia kicked wildly, her blue bikini straps snapping. Angela slammed her again. Julia’s head hit the mat.
Angela collapsed forward. Her bare chest pressed against Julia’s. They lay tangled—Angela’s arms still locked around Julia’s waist, Julia’s legs hooked around Angela’s hips. Neither moved. Sweat pooled beneath them.
Julia’s groan broke the stillness. She shoved Angela sideways, scrambling backward on her elbows. Her blue bikini bottoms clung low on her hips. Angela rolled onto her back, her dark breasts rising unevenly with each ragged breath.
Angela slammed her again. . "Still breathing?" She leaned down, pressing her bare chest against Julia’s. The referee slapped the mat—*One!*—her hand hitting rubber. Angela shifted her weight, grinding her knee into Julia’s stomach. Julia choked, her blue bikini top straining. *Two!* The count echoed. *Thr—* Julia’s shoulder jerked up. Her elbow cracked against Angela’s jaw. Angela reeled back, stunned.
Julia scrambled. Her fingers dug into the mat, slick with sweat. Angela shook her head, blinking away stars. She couldn’t believe it—she hadn’t won. Angela pushed herself up, her knees wobbling as Julia was crawling toward the ropes, dragging herself inch by inch.
She grabbed Julia’s ankle and yanked. She climbed onto Julia’s back, her bare thighs clamping hard around Julia’s waist. She slammed Julia’s face into the mat. Once. Twice. She kept slamming her face until Julia’s screams turned to gurgling cries. Her blue bikini top was gone.
She flipped Julia onto her back. Her fists rained down into Julia’s ribs and stomach. She grabbed Julia’s hair and spat in her face, and slammed her skull against the mat again. The crowd ate it up. She drove her knuckles into Julia’s exposed belly, each punch landing with a wet smack. Julia’s body jerked like a rag doll. Angela leaned down, her sweaty breasts pressing against Julia’s face. She rubbed her nipples over Julia’s lips, "Suck it, bitch!" she snarled. Then she shoved her thumb into Julia’s mouth and laughed.
"That’s right," she said. Taste me."
Julia clamped her teeth down on Angela’s thumb. Angela screamed, Julia, her hand lashing out in a vicious arc-- slapped Angela’, spit flying from her mouth. She stumbled back, clutching her cheek.
Both women collapsed onto the mat, gasping. Angela rolled onto her side, her dark breasts heaving. Julia lay sprawled on her back, her own chest rising and falling in ragged bursts. The crowd’s roar faded to a low hum, replaced by the harsh sound of their own labored breathing. Angela’s ribs screamed with every inhale. Julia’s vision swam, the arena lights blurring into painful white streaks overhead. They were broken vessels—emptied of fury, filled only with exhaustion and pain. Angela’s fingers twitched toward Julia’s ankle, but her arm felt like lead. Julia tried to lift her head, only to let it thud back onto the sweat-slick rubber. The referee
hovered between them, but neither moved. They were pinned not by each other, but by the sheer weight of what they’d done.
Slowly, painfully, Angela got up. Her muscles trembled violently. Across the mat, Julia mirrored her—dragging herself upward inch by agonizing inch. Their movements were unsteady, clumsy. Angela’s knee buckled as she tried to stand. Julia’s hand slipped in a puddle of sweat, sending her crashing back down. Julia glared up at her. She planted her palms flat, ignoring the sharp protest in her bruised ribs. Angela did the same. They rose together—not in unison, but locked in the same desperate rhythm. Julia’s knees straightened, wobbling. They stood facing each other, naked except for Julia’s torn blue bikini bottoms and Angela’s sweat-smeared skin. The crowd screamed.
Julia swung. Her fist flew—wild, desperate. Angela saw it coming. She leaned back, just enough. Julia’s knuckles whistled past Angela’s chin, hitting nothing but air. She stumbled forward, thrown off-balance by her own momentum. Her bare heel slipped on the damp rubber. Angela drove her knee into Julia's pussy. Julia doubled over, gasping. Air exploded from her lungs.
Angela stepped behind Julia. Her forearm slid tight under Julia’s chin like a steel cable. Julia choked, clawing at Angela’s arm. Angela locked her other hand behind Julia’s head, squeezing. and pressing her tits against Julia’s sweaty back. She squeezed harder. Julia’s eyes bulged. Her kicks grew weaker. Angela leaned back, bending Julia’s spine. She squeezed tighter. Julia gagged, her mouth gaping. Her tongue protruded. Angela didn’t relent. She squeezed until Julia’s thrashing slowed. Until Julia’s hands dropped limply to her sides. Angela held her there, as Julia's naked body fell limp against her own. The crowd screamed—a wall of sound urging Angela to break her. Angela squeezed one last time, feeling Julia’s throat give beneath her forearm.
The referee rushed forward. She peeled Angela’s arms away. Julia crumpled to the mat, motionless. Angela stood over her, chest heaving. The referee knelt beside Julia. She lifted Julia’s wrist. Julia’s arm felt like dead weight. The ref raised it high—once. Julia’s arm flopped back down onto the rubber. Lifeless. The ref raised it again—twice. It fell just as heavily. A third time. Same result. Julia’s arm dropped like a sack of wet sand.
The bell clanged.
Angela staggered backward, her chest heaving. She stared down at Julia’s motionless body sprawled across the mat—naked, bruised, and utterly still. Sweat dripped from Angela’s chin onto Julia’s slack face. The roar of the crowd crashed over her like a physical wave—cheers, boos, screams all blending into a thunderous blur. The referee grabbed Angela’s wrist and thrust her arm high into the air. The arena lights blazed down, hot and blinding. Angela’s vision swam. Her ribs ached. Her knuckles throbbed. But her arm stayed raised. Victory.
The referee’s announcement crackled over the speakers: "Winner... and advancing to the finals... ANGELA BASSETT!" The crowd erupted again. Angela lowered her arm slowly, her fingers trembling. She didn’t look at Julia. Not yet. She turned instead toward the roaring fans, her dark skin gleaming under the lights. She raised a fist—a small, defiant gesture. The chant began somewhere near the front row—*An-ge-la! An-ge-la!*—and spread like wildfire. She closed her eyes for a second, letting the sound wash over her. The pain faded. The exhaustion lifted. She’d done it. She’d broken Julia Roberts.
