Katie Holmes, 46, tall, confident and lean wears short cut-off jeans and a thin bikini top. Her hands sit on her hips. Her sturdy legs are impressive, thicker than you’d guess on first look. She watches as Charlize Theron, 50, enters the ring. The celebrated actress, a brunette for this moment, wears white swimsuit that shows off her trim body and long legs.
Glaring at Holmes, Charlize slowly taps her hands down her taut abs. She lifts her left leg to massage an enviable thigh and calf and poses for the audience. Theron is trim and toned. Holmes is not impressed. She too struts around the ring. Her thighs are noticeably thicker, more muscular than her foe’s. She hits a double flex and wins that pose, rather easily. And her abs—its just no contest, way more cut than Charlize. Theron takes notice, realizing that she is facing a formidable foe.
Theron had worked over Holmes some years back in a boxing match. Boxing was Theron’s sweet spot. She concurred with the folks who called her the GOAT. Holmes? A nobody as far as Theron is concerned. Not in her league. She agreed to this wrestling match to keep herself front and center for roles in action flix.
Holmes is itching for revenge. Boxing is Charlie’s Dojo—too much advantage, but a good old fashion wrestling brawl, that’s up Katie’s ally.
As the match starts, the women lock fingers in a test of strength. Their bodies press together as they struggle for several moments. Katie smiles, tightens her grip and takes charge. Decidedly stronger, she forces the grimacing Charlize backwards. Cunning, Charlize jams a knee up into Katie's crotch, pulls a hand free. She grabs a handful of hair, pulls Katie’s head down slamming her knee into her head.
Holmes instinctively drives forward to tackle Charlize down, falling on top of her foe. Theron uses her legs to roll both bodies over. Legs tangle as each woman works for top position. Charlize manages to drive her forearm across Katie’s chest as she pushes the younger woman down, but Holmes quickly bucks her off and leaps to top position. Theron bends her left knee, plants her foot and pushes up. Katie lifts with her, shifting her weight to push Theron down. Charlize immediately twists her body around, but Katie remains on her back, pinning her to the mat.
Holmes straddles her foe, sitting on Charlie’s hips. She reaches forward to seize and twist Charlize's left arm in a painful hammerlock. Katie leans in, putting her weight into it. Theron pounds the mat, screams, reaches backward -grabbing onto Katie's hair with her free hand. Katie works on Charlize's arm while Theron tries furiously to rip out Katie's hair. Katie grinds her knuckles into the trapped arm, ignoring the tugging on her hair. Charlize moans. Desperate, she arches her back as she uses the strength of her legs to push up with her right knees. But Holmes clamps her thighs tight on either side of Charlize's waist and rides the older gal back down to the mat. Holmes unloads a barrage of elbows and forearms that slam into Charlize's neck and back. Each strike lands with a loud 'thud.’ Katie keeps up a systematic assault. Charlize thrashes, trapped on her belly and nearly helpless under the onslaught.
Katie shifts, squats on the small of Theron’s back, forcing a full nelson on Theron. Katie works to pull up Theron’s head and shoulders up. The strain on Charlize’s back is intense. Theron curses and kicks her legs. The two are locked in an all-out war—Katie pulling up, Charlize trying to resist, summoning all the resistance she can muster to keep her back from bending. Alas for Theron, Holmes wins that war. Katie jerks Theron’s upper body up. Holding her tight in the full nelson, punishing her trapped opponent. Charlize cures and works to pull herself free. Theron gains some ground as she leans to one side, but Katie halts her progress, suddenly using the full nelson to jerk her captive to her feet. Charlize tries to slip down to break the hold, to no avail. She tries to stomp down on Katie’s feet. She shoves her butt back into Katie. But Holmes uses her considerable strength to maintain complete control as she marches around with the supposed GOAT fighter trapped and hurting. Smiling as she dominates Charlize, Holmes slow-walks the struggling GOAT around the ring pouring on pressure as she threatens to dislocate her shoulders with the punishing hold. Each time she approaches a corner ring post, Katie propels Charlize hard into the turnbuckles, delivers a knee to her back and then bounces Theron’s head into the top turnbuckle.
“This is embarrassing. Give up!” Katie spits. “You really are a pathetic has-been,” she continues.
Theron’s head is reeling as Holmes pulls her out of the third corner and prepares to march her on. Charlie plants here feet, trying to resist, but Holmes punishes her further in the full nelson. Katie shakes Charlize’s body from side to side and back again. Charlize lets out an anguished moan, then goes limp.
Possum! As Katie’s grip loosens, the veteran fighter slips down and out of the nelson. Charlize spins around as her knees hit the mat. She slams an uppercut into Katie’s crotch. Katie freezes in place. Charlize lifts up to shoulder Katie in the gut. She snap-mares Katie to the mat. Holmes is quickly up on her knees, disoriented. Before she can recover, Theron’s leg lashes out to slam a foot into her chest. Katie drops to her haunches. Theron launches a spinning kick that slams into the side of Katie’s head. Katie is sent sprawling. Charlize takes the moment to regroup and recover.
“Smart-mouthed A-hole, you’re not that tough,” Theron taunts as Katie is back up on her feet.
“Tougher than you, has-been,” Holmes retorts.
Charlize holds out a hand, fingers spread wide.
“Really, are you senile? I’ll break your fingers.” Katie responds.
Katie reaches an arm out. Just as their fingers are about to engage, Theron grabs Katie by her wrist and pulls her into a knee lift. Charlize quickly twists Katie’s arm into a hammerlock. Katie quickly reverses it. Charlize immediately spins around to pound her fist into Katie’s ear. The women separate.
Charlize sets up her guard. She want this fight on her turf. The crowd roars its approval. They want to see the GOAT in action.
Holmes presses forward. Charlize throws a jab. Katie's forearm snaps up, deflecting it with a sharp *crack*. Another jab. Same result. Theron is exasperated. She throws a cross into Katie’s belly. Holmes sees it coming and braces her abs. It lands hard—but has little effect. Katie steps back, smiles, then buries her fist in Charlize’s gut. Theron steps back, hurting.
Katie's grin widens. "Running out of tricks, Charlie?" Theron doesn't answer, muscles coiled. She feints low, then whips her right leg high—a flash of pale skin aimed at Katie's temple. Holmes doesn't flinch. She drops her shoulder, pivoting smoothly. Theron's kick sails over empty air.
Charlize launches another kick. Holmes side steps. Her hand snaps out, fingers locking around Charlize's ankle. Theron's eyes widen. Time slows: Katie's free arm arcs downward, elbow driving like a piston toward the top of Charlize's kneecap. The impact echoes—a sickening *crack-thud* that silences the crowd for half a breath.
Theron crumples sideways, her leg buckling beneath her. Katie pivots, leveraging Theron's trapped ankle, and heaves. Charlize sails through the air before crashing shoulder-first onto the mat.
Theron gasps, the wind knocked clean out, her vision blurring.
Before she can scramble away, Katie's thighs clamp around her head like hydraulic presses—thick, corded muscle crushing Theron's temples in a merciless head scissors. Charlize thrashes, fingers clawing at Katie’s all business thighs. The pressure is instant and brutal, a vise squeezing her skull. Panic floods her veins—cold, electric. Her breath comes in ragged, whistling gasps, each inhale tasting of canvas and sweat. She can't see, can't think, only feel the relentless compression. Katie’s thighs flex tighter. Charlize moans.
Charlize’s palm slaps frantically against Katie’s rock-hard quadricep. Once. Twice. Three times—desperate, percussive surrender. The crowd roars its approval.
Katie throws her head back and laughs. Her thighs release slowly, the crushing pressure abates’ the throbbing pain remains.. Charlize gasps, gulping air like a drowning woman, her face flushed crimson, sweat plastering dark strands to her temples. Before Theron can even register relief, Katie’s hand snakes down, grabs a fistful of her damp hair, and yanks her violently upright. Charlize staggers, legs trembling, vision swimming. Katie’s free hand shoots out, fingers digging into the soft flesh just below Charlize’s ribs, hauling her close until their noses almost touch.
"Tapping already?" Katie sneers, her breath hot against Charlize’s cheek.
Her eyes, sharp and mean-spirited, lock onto Theron’s dazed ones.
"Pathetic. We’re barely started." She gives Charlize’s hair another sharp tug for emphasis, continuing, "I’m nowhere *near* done with you."
With that, Katie releases Charlize’s hair and snaps her fist forward in a short, brutal arc. It lands deep in the pit of Charlize’s stomach with a wet, hollow ‘thump.’ Charlize folds forward, gasping. Before she can collapse, Katie’s hand darts out again, fingers clamping just above Charlize’s left elbow. Katie pivots sharply on her heel, using Charlize’s sagging momentum against her. Theron’s feet scramble uselessly on the canvas as Katie spins her in dizzying, impossibly tight circles. Round and round she goes, a ragdoll in Katie’s arms. Katie’s grip is unyielding, her own sturdy legs planted firmly as she accelerates the spin, Katie plants her foot and heaves
Charlize sails backward, limbs flailing. Her spine slams into the unforgiving corner post with a sickening thud. The impact jars her teeth, rattles her skull, and steals her breath completely. She crumples instantly, sliding down the padded turnbuckle to slump onto the mat. Her chest heaves, pain radiates her entire body. Theron’s eyes are wide and unfocused as they dart around wildly, finally settling on Katie’s approaching form.
Katie doesn’t pause. She closes in. Her hands grab fistfuls of Charlize’s damp swimsuit straps and the tangled hair at her nape. With a grunt fueled by contempt and adrenaline, Katie yanks Theron upright. Charlize’s legs buckle, her knees jelly. Katie pivots, using Theron’s own limp weight against her, and throws her sideways. Theron crashes shoulder-first into the adjacent corner turnbuckle, bouncing off the padding with a choked gasp before collapsing face-down onto the canvas.
Holmes is on her instantly, she is relentless. Katie hooks Theron’s arms again, dragging her backwards until Charlize’s slumped shoulders press against the padded corner post. Katie slides down beside her, her own back braced firmly against the turnbuckle pad. She pulls Charlize bodily between her hungry, thickly muscled thighs, positioning Theron’s limp torso so she’s sprawled backwards, her head resting heavily against Katie’s shoulder, her terrified eyes staring helplessly up at Katie’s triumphant face.
Katie wraps her hand around Charlize’s chin, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her jawbone. She forces Charlize’s head back further, craning her neck uncomfortably against Katie’s shoulder. Their eyes lock. Charlize’s pupils are dilated, flickering with panic and pain. Katie’s gaze is cold, focused, utterly dominant.
"Look at me," Katie commands, her voice a low growl inches from Theron’s ear. "Look at who owns you now."
Charlize tries to twist away, a choked gasp escaping her lips, but Katie’s grip on her chin is iron. She holds Theron’s gaze captive.
The pressure intensifies. Katie shifts her hips, settling deeper into the canvas, and squeezes her thighs inward like a vise. They clamp tighter still around Charlize’s waist—not just muscle, but dense, unforgiving power. Theron’s ribs groan under the compression. Her diaphragm spasms. Air flees her lungs in a ragged wheeze. She can’t inhale. Can’t speak. Her hands flutter weakly against Katie’s rock-hard legs, nails scraping uselessly. Katie leans forward slightly, tightening the hold further. Charlize’s eyes bulge. A thin, involuntary whimper escapes her clenched teeth. The crowd’s roar fades into a distant hum beneath the roaring pressure in her ears. Her vision tunnels, darkening at the edges. Katie’s face blurs above her.
“Who is the GOAT?” Katie demands. “Who?”
“You are, your are,” Charlize sputters.
