Both Mila Jovovich and Rachel Nichols have had success on screen in high intensity action roles. Now 52. Rachel is 3 years older and an inch taller that the always tough Mila. Both have maintained themselves well, making nearly daily use of personal trainers and first-rate gyms.
They have been invited to square off for a catfight in this private venue, and both have readily accepted. Ground rules are simple: submissions only, best of two out of three falls wins
The air in the club is charged—and it’s not just old folks testing their pacemakers. Standing at ringside, With shoulder length dark hair, Mila's lean, hard body looks terrific in a black bikini. Toned, tight abs, impressive biceps, she is the total fitness package. Rachel, in a red bikini, wears her years extraordinarily well. Her red hair hangs past her shoulders. She stands tall, toned, with killer legs and a lovely rack. She, too, looks strong, fit and confident.
As the match starts, the women lock their hands in a test of strength. With fingers at shoulder height, they shove into each other, chests mashing together. Mila's small boobs press hard against Rachel's considerably bigger chest.
“Still as flat as a boy,” Rachel mocks.
"Still a cow, but now an old saggy cow," jeers Mila.
Rachel grunts, summoning her strength. Mila is so strong it’s difficult for Nichols to hold her ground. For 30 seconds, the women seem frozen together with only their hands quivering. Then, Rachel moves a long leg forward, pressing her thigh into Mila’s. Slowly she moves Jovovich back two small steps. Heads close, Mila feels Nichols breathing hard. Rachel grits her teeth, sure that she is at least as strong as Mila but a fleeting thought races through her brain. She wonders if she will have the stamina to outlast the fitness machine she battles.
Mila is quite surprised at Rachel’s strength. She anticipated that Nichols would have the fighting skills she’s learned in her many roles, but the older gal is tough for sure. Mila leans into Rachel with all her weight. Still losing ground, Jovovich twists her body to one side, trying to push Nichols off-balance. The savvy redhead slams her hips into Mila's side. As Jovovich stumbles, Rachel twists her hands around and down. Palms out, she bends Mila's fingers up, crushing her hands and forcing Mila up on her toes. Mila hangs in the air for just a moment before Rachel slams her knee into the brunette's belly. Twisting her hands around, Rachel quickly forces her surprised opponent down to her knees.
Maintaining the finger lock, Nichols holds Mila down, then wallops her chest twice with her right knee. Rachel shoves Mila back onto her haunches, straightens herself, then lashes out with a big left foot that crashes into Mila's chest. As Mila howls, Nichols's foot crashes into Mila's breastbone.
Rachel releases her finger lock as Mila slumps to the mat. Giving her no respite, Rachel drops with both knees into Mila's belly. On her feet, Nichols kicks and stomps on Mila's gut as Jovovich tries to cover up. Mila rolls to her side, but Rachel again drives a knee into her ribs. She shoves the brunette onto her back and resumes her stomping spree. Mila tries to protect her belly, leaving her chest unprotected. Rachel shifts her attack, slamming her foot repeatedly into Mila's small boobs.
Mila covers up as best she can, but her long-legged opponent is relentless. Her bruising kicks plow past Mila's arms to find their mark. Rachel stomps down hard on Mila's belly, causing her diaphragm to spasm and air to exit her lungs.
Catching a breath, Nichols stands, bends over to hair-haul the befuddled Mila to her feet. Rachel buries a fist low and deep into the brunette's gut, then scoops her up and body slams Jovovich to the mat.
Pulling the dazed woman back to her feet, Rachel sets her own legs wide to hoist Mila up again. Rachel grunts, then lifts Jovovich her to shoulder height. Mila curses as Rachel holds her suspended in the air. And then Rachel cracks Mila's back down on her outstretched knee. For a moment, Rachel holds Mila bent across her knee. She jams the palm of her left hand down into Mila's chin. The redhead drives the point of her elbow into Mila's belly, then shoves her trashed body off her knee. Mila is flat on her back.
Rachel straddles her, sitting heavily on Mila's chest, her knees pin Mila's arms to the mat. Pressing her thighs tight against Mila's head, Nichols grabs a double handful of hair and yanks forward for all she's worth. Jovovich screams and bucks like a wild woman, but Rachel holds on. Mila arches up, her feet press hard into the mat. Her strong legs lift Rachel well off the mat. But Nichols deftly reaches back to punch Mila in the gut. Jovovich collapses to the mat, Nichols still straddles her chest, yanking away on her hair.
Mila bucks, twists and arches, but then uses her abs to hoist her legs up and forward to bang around Rachel’s back. Nicols tries to grab her legs, but in the end, she is unseated. Nichols rolls away and is quick to her feet. She pauses, a respite for herself—Mila is on her back, hurting. Rachel is in no hurry to resume the attack. She smiles as she looks down at Mila.
“Well that was fun,” Rachel jeers. “Do you want to quit now Mila?” she continues.
Mila says nothing, looking like she's been through the ringer. She climbs back to her feet and backs away, resting against the ring ropes. But as Rachel approaches, Mila charges head long. She hits hard into Rachel's body and wraps an arm around Nichols's waist. Rachel takes the hit, recovers her footing, and slips an arm around Mila' head, bending her down low to slam her fist into Mila's ribs. Mila's legs pump as she pushes forward, driving Rachel back, tripping her off-balance. As she falls, Rachel throws her arms around Mila's head and drags her down, too. Mila twists her body around, rolling over and is quickly on her knees. She leaps on the now almost kneeling redhead.
Mila gets her right arm around the back of Rachel's neck, her left around her waist, but she can't hold her down. As Rachel bulls her way back to her feet, Mila grabs a clump of red hair and slaps her foe’s face. Rachel reciprocates, both slap and yank. Both women are bent low at the waist as they slap, tug and shake each other brutally. Nichols pulls herself free and up to her feet. She drags Mila into the nearest turnbuckle and follows fast with her shoulder. Her right foot lashes up and hits hard on Mila's side as she turns away. Nichols attempts to slam a fist into her kidney, but Mila spins back around. Her elbow crashes into the side of Rachael’s face. Jovovich throws a forearm across Rachel’s chest, nearly popping boobs from their harness, then drives her knee into Rachael’s belly.
Mila headlocks the redhead. The veins in her arms pulse, her biceps strain as she forces Rachel down to the mat. Jovovich is on her side with Rachel on her back, her head trapped in Mila’s armpit. Mila locks her hand together, amping up the pressure from her headlock. Rachel throws an arm around Mila’s head, trying to resist. The redhead works to shift her body, but Mila uses her legs for leverage to hold her foe tight. Nichols finally succeeds in turning onto her knees, but Mila holds her, applying relentless pressure. Rachel struggles to pull free, but Mila plants her feet, lifts her butt off the mat and intensifies the pressure on Rachel’s neck. The redhead groans. There is little she can do. After an intense struggle, lasting another 30 seconds, Rachel is red-faced and exhausted. She taps out, conceding the fall. Mila is slow to release her foe. She stands, hands on hips, looking down at her dazed foe.
“Having fun now, you arrogant bitch,” Mila spits. “I’ll break you in half before we’re done.
Mila walks to her corner for a break. Rachel rises slowly, rubbing her neck.
As the second fall starts, both women move to the center of the ring. Mila’s confidence is soaring. Rachel’s neck is hurting. They stand eye to eye for a moment. Mila smirks. Rachel grabs Mila’s hair, jerking her head. Mila grabs Rachael by her hair and her right tit, twisting. Nichols yelps, slaps Jovovich across the face but Mila is unimpressed. Rachel claws Mila’s hand from her tit, but Mila rips Rachel’s top down as her hand is pulled away. Nichols launches herself into Mila and the two tumble down.
“Touch my tits again and I’ll destroy you,” Rachel shouts they roll on the mat.
“They’re all you’ve got going for you,” Mila jeers.
As they struggle, legs flailing, arms grabbing, Mila pulls free and again throws herself at Rachel, aiming for a headlock. But Nichols pulls her knees up and into Mila’s belly as she crashes down. Mila curses. Quickly spreading her legs wide, Nichols scissors Mila’s waist and propels her to her side. Mila claws at the Rachel’s exposed tits. Nichol’s yelps, her concentration and her leg scissors are broken. Mila pulls free, scurries to her knees, but Rachel grabs her by her hair and slams her head back down on the mat. Nichols manages to straddle Mila’s back. She quickly locks her fingers around Mila’s chin and pulls her head up. Mila curses, kicks her feet, but ultimately is forced to concede the second fall. Nicols ignores Mila’s concession and continues to pull on the chin lock, snarling and growling. The referee finally pulls Rachel by the hair, gets her attention and Nicols lets Mila drop to the mat, but stomps on her back as stands, then turns away.
Rachel walks to her corner. She slips out of her torn top, examines and rubs her sore boobs but feeling good that she has stopped Mila in her tracks. Mila is slow to her feet. Her stands, turns her head from side to side, adjusting her alignment and glaring at Nichols with cold eyes.
The women stand in their corners on opposite sides of the ring. If Mila looks a wee bit like a train wreck, Rachel’s fair-skinned body is bruised and scratched. Both look weary. But its time for the final round.
They crash together and fall to the mat, struggling for potition. Mila is faster. She works to force her legs around Rachel's waist. She clamps her formidable thighs shut, smiling as the redhead groans. Nicols is frozen, trapped and in trouble. Mila’s steely legs press and pulse. Those strong legs throw Rachel from one side and the other—a demonstration of dominance and power. Mila resets the scissors to crank up more pressure. Caught in this vice Rachel can only wail. Mila smiles…
“I can crack you ribs right now, bitch. Give up or I will end you. You’re no match for me,” Mila hisses.
Nichols has no reply. But somehow, she finds the strength to twist herself up to her knees, facing her captor, gasping and teary-eyed. Mila laughs, pulses her legs and forces Rachel down to her haunches. Nichols, wide-eyed, suddenly digs both thumbs into Mila’s crotch. Mila’s turn at wide eyed. Pressure drops. Rachel pulls free. She jams a palm up into Mila’s chin, grabs her by the hair and head butts her. Both women lay on the mat, just feet apart, trying to regroup.
Slowly on their feet, they circle slowly. Rachel's left leg slams into the brunette's side. A second kick launched, but Mila catches the leg mid-flight and turns it aside. Jovovich lunges forward, grabs two handfuls of red hair and drives them both to the mat. Mila lands on top but Nichols quickly rolls Mila onto her back. Wrapping her arms around Mila's head, the redhead pulls Mila’s face up tight into her smothering tits.
“Flat bitch!” You’re so jealous of my tits that you can’t keep your hands off. Well here they are. Get a good look!” Rachel yells.
Jovovich fists beat into Rachel’s ribs. She bucks and twists. With her legs spread wide, Jovovich attempts to force the redhead over. But Mila is trapped. Rachel holds her boobs tight against her face. Her smother is locked in. Nicols catches one and then the other of her foe’s flailing legs and adds a double grapevine to dominate Jovovich. Rachel’s face is screwed tight as she concentrates on ending the fight. Tough and fit as she is, Mila exhausts herself trying to pull free, to turn her head enough to catch a quick breath. Her struggling stops as she slips into a jugged out daze.
It's done, she’s out the ref announces as she taps hard on Rachel’s shoulder. It takes a moment to register. Rachel releases her beaten foe and slowly stands. The ref bends down to gently slap Mila’s face and bring her around. She helps Mila to her unsteady feet. Mila glares at Rachel.
“Your tits stink, you old cow,” Mila hisses.
Rachel pushes the ref out of the way, grabs Mila’s left arm and hammerlocks her. Jovovich screams as Rachel works the hammerlock. She has no fight left in her, not today.
“Please stop. Please let me be,” Mila begs…
The victorious redhead marches her now submissive opponent around the ring, waving to her cheering fans.
