"This might be the last time I ever tell you the truth. So savor this."
She was a hateful sight, and everyone acted like it. She wasn't there in person of course, but she was there, mocking them on the big screen. She wore a black sport coat, a heavy pair of shades, and of course... she was still World Champion.
"All of you people have spent the last few weeks screaming at me. Venting all your impotent rage. Flooding my Twitter. I can barely go out in public. I had to change my cellphone number - thanks for that, TMZ. But behind all that hatred, you are deeply afraid. You know it. And I know you know."
She nodded slowly. She had been champion for an entire year against ridiculous odds, somehow coming out unscathed - and even stronger - with every challenge.
And even behind the glasses, it seemed like she had the strength to stare down an entire arena - and win, too.
"So before I explain my actions over the last month or so... I want you all to know that I haven't really changed."
She whipped off the shades and broke the speech with a winning smile, a smile that, for a moment, reminded everyone in the crowd of better, brighter days. "It's still me, everybody. Charlize Theron. Your guiding light. Your shining star. The Golden Goddess that, deep down, you still worship. The champion of this entire world of ours. There's only been one little adjustment."
... a month ago...
Charlize leaned against the plywood and tapped it with her knuckles before twisting the knob. "I'm acknowledging your independence by knocking, and I'm asserting my authority by coming in anyway."
Catherine Bell sighed from behind her mahogany desk. She was now the permanent league commissioner, and in many ways she was ideal for wrangling a company full of demanding, aggressive women - a great champion, respected and just a bit feared by all, and she usually kept her mean streak in check.
"Yeah, I didn't even get up. How did you make it in here?" She looked warily at the cars gathered in the distance and closed the blinds with a button. "There's a lot of people out there baying for your blood."
"I have ways." She strode over the carpet and leaned across Catherine's desk. "Come on, I need a kiss."
"You know I have to be impartial. I can shake your hand if you want."
Charlize gave a disgusted wave and sat down across from her. "Are you going to lecture me about Dawson, too?"
Catherine was known as a viscous competitor, but she didn't break the rules or put people on the shelf. "That calf slicer? Turned my stomach to look at, but that's business. But the fucking knee bar after the fight? And the chair? She's going to be out for a long time."
"... You too? Whatever. I don't owe you or anybody else an explanation. I only came here to schedule my next fight. It's with Vanessa Hudgens, by the way."
Cat's eyes boggled for a second and she sighed in deep exasperation. It seemed like most of her work was composed of giving off deep, exasperated sighs. "Is this about the tweet?"
Charlize snarled in agitation. "YES, it's about The Tweet. And I don't care that she deleted it right after, or whatever her excuse is."
Catherine put her hands up and leaned back in the seat. She needed to talk Charlize down and get her focused - even putting poor Vanessa's safety aside, every top fighter in the world wanted a piece of Charlize - especially after what happened at Christmas.
"I... look, I can't do that. Basic business standards. There are a lot of money fights for you right now. Jennifer Lawrence, Michelle Rodriguez, Heigl again. Real fights! And you'll make a lot more from -"
"You know what? You're right." Charlize yawned and reached for her cellphone. "And I officially no longer have time for this shit."
Cat gave a vaguely relieved smile.
"No problem. And you know, if you want me to get a tag match with your little... protege? That works too."
Cat barely held back a snicker. Charlize had become fast friends with Kristin Stewart during the Snow White filming. The champ was very high on her, but honestly she was much more of a hindrance than a help.
Charlize ignored the jab, crossed her legs and stared down at the phone. Cat leaned over the table and was about to ask if everything was okay when the door burst open and a towering, terrifying blonde woman strutted in with the confidence of a runway model. She wore a black sundress, an intimidating glare, and not much else.
Cat froze for a moment - like a mouse trembling before a big hawk's shadow. By the time she'd realized what was going on, the woman was on top of her. Cat scrambled out of the chair to face her, but it didn't do much good. She was used to intimidating opponents with her height, but this woman was like something from a nightmare - she had to be giving up half a foot to this monster.
"You need to get back -" Before Cat could finish her sentence, the strange woman grabbed her by the neck and rocketed a couple of punches squarely into the commissioner's face. She gave an uncharacteristic squeal of fear and crumpled into the table - she wasn't exactly in ring condition, and she wasn't sure she'd ever been hit harder in her entire career.
"Are you resting already?" The woman crowed, reaching down and twisting a chunk of Cat's hair in her hand. She had a very loud Suffolk accent - everything she said felt like barely restrained gloating. She violently jerked Cat up, burying a series of knees into the soft spot of Cat's ribs like a Muay Thai fighter and slamming her back into the desk.
Charlize leaned back in her seat as if she was taking in a show. "And Catherine, since you asked, Kristen is my friend. The fucking amazon that's palming your skull right now is my protege. Her name is Gwendoline Christie, by the way." She said the name slowly, like it was vitally important and there'd be a test later.
Cat tried to respond, but the woman wound up and swung her weight behind another perfectly placed fist to the ribcage. The pain felt like she was swinging a hammer into her overloaded body - Cat was too winded too scream, but she bucked and pitched her body like she was possessed.
"You want to go up, then?" Gwen pulled Cat off the ground by the head with a grunt and ragdolled her back down into the desk. Catherine went limp with shock as Gwen picked her up off the ground and slammed her into the desk over and over. She'd been overpowered a handful of times in her career, but not with this much savage intensity.
She picked Catherine up by the head one more time and roughly slammed her into the desk. As soon as Catherine crumpled again, Gwen pounced on her weakness.
"Those ribs are nice and soft, aren't they little Pussycat? Just like the rest of you." Gwen pressed down on top of her, totally paralyzing the commissioner with her weight and cruelly intensified the attack - jamming her fingers into Catherine's bruised ribcage.
Catherine let out a shallow moan and tried to pitch up, but Gwen was everywhere, and she had the strength of a pitbull.
"I wanna play with your arm now."
Catherine's arm was tucked under her body, but Gwendoline pressed down on her for a few seconds, sighing with pleasure as the commissioner squirmed helplessly underneath her. She settled in, grinding on top of her as every bit of air pressed out through her lungs. After a few seconds, she casually traced her fingers around Catherine's back and grabbed her shoulder.
Cat was completely panicked as the strain on her shoulder increased. She was still dizzy and could feel herself weakening with every second as Gwen's weight sapped her will away. To make things worse, she could feel that Gwen was just toying with her.
And sure enough, after a few seconds Gwen brutally wrenched her arm free, twisting it behind her back and wrenching it to the breaking point.
"Mercy," Cat whimpered out a word she hadn't said in a long, long time. "I give - I give up."
"Oh, have you been fighting back this whole time? Well, no more of whatever you've been doing, yeah?"
She drew her hips back and slammed them into Cat's bent body. Everything on the table jumped - Gwen let out a loud, startled giggle and Charlize softly rolled her eyes. Pleased with the loud slap of flesh on flesh, Gwen pitched back and thrust on top of her again, bending the league's main authority figure over the desk and dry-fucking her with the casual entitlement of a CEO drilling some faceless girl from the mail room.
"I knew I was going to dominate you from the second I opened this door. I can smell intimidation, baby, and you are just dripping. It's kind of hot, really."
Without stopping her hard humping or the hammerlock, she leaned over and pulled Catherine off the table just enough to slowly run her tongue across her neck and her cheek. Catherine was way past even token resistance now and just whimpered softly as Gwen had her way. She flinched every time the amazon's tongue changed direction - Gwen was so violent and explosive that she wasn't sure what would happen to her next.
Tired of tasting her victim, Gwen pushed Cat's head down, pushed her hips into her and gave her a sultry, rotating grind before finishing the little performance with three big clapping thrusts.
With Cat face down, shaking, and completely cowed, Gwen broke character for a second, turning her hip towards Charlize and posing with a thousand-watt smile, easily dominating Charlize's old rival with one hand. She flipped her hair dramatically - the minute or so of humping had put more of them out of place than any fight the former champion had been able to put up.
Theron leaned back in her leather chair, beaming with glee and barely resisting the urge to burst into applause. Everything was going perfectly.
Gwendoline returned the smile like a conquering hero - destroying Catherine Bell was a much better first day on the job than yet another shit training school or begging for an agent. "Are you ready to go then?"
"Mmm." The champion's eyes flashed with mischief as she stroked her title belt. "Bring her over here so we can talk."
"Get up." Gwen let go of Catherine's hair and grabbed her by the throat. With a very smug smile she looked at Charlize and reached in between Cat's legs, palming her crotch and easily lifting her overhead.
"That is just amazing, baby." Charlize licked her lips and fanned herself with her hand. "She's not used to girls treating her like that, I bet she remembers you."
Gwen carried Catherine over to the opposite side of the desk and pressed her a couple more times for kicks before slamming her down to the carpet.
She then leaned down and draped an impossibly long bare leg over Catherine's torso.
"Feel that. Those are the greatest pair you've ever seen, yeah?"
Cat gently ran her hands across her feet and up and down her calves with a nod. She didn't want to get into the finer points of some beauty contest - or say ANYTHING that might get her in deeper trouble.
Charlize kicked off one of her flops and traced her foot along the carpet, stopping just under Cat's chin. "You know exactly what to do."
Cat stayed flat on her back, ignored the laughter, and reached up, gingerly cupping the champion's foot and planting firm kisses all over it.
"You know," Charlize said, stroking the championship with a satisfied sigh, "this is VERY much a Blondes Rule moment."
They winked and gave a high five over a whimpering Catherine's head. Finally, Gwen pushed Charlize's leg aside.
"All that tenderness is just making me jealous." She artlessly planted her foot on Cat's face and pressed down like she was stepping on a bug. Cat loudly smacked on her arches for a while as Gwen pitilessly scrubbed back and forth on her face.
After a while, Charlize snapped her fingers, and Gwen knelt down and wrapped her legs around Catherine's already devastated midsection. The commissioner started to move in a panic, but Gwen reached out and grabbed her by the throat, shaking a long finger in front of her.
"Are we fighting again?" She said, her already big eyes boggling with phony confusion.
Cat's eyes teared with the memory and she silently shook her head. Gwen brightened and pulled Cat close, gently stroking her hair. Catherine shook like... well, a wet pussycat, already feeling the power in those thighs even at rest.
Charlize continued. "I will NEVER have this talk with you again, so listen like your life depends on it. If I ever ask for a match, it gets made. No exceptions, no excuses, no delays."
Catherine's eyes welled up and her face twisted into desperate pleading. "Ch-Charlize. Baby. I want to give you everything you want. I want to help but the board..."
Charlize just glanced to the side. Catherine had just enough time to let out a grunting "wait!" before Gwen's thighs chewed up her midsection and her back arched with pain.
"I guess you weren't doing as good a job as I thought," Charlize teased. "I mean, she's terrified of the board and you're just chopped liver."
Tears were rapidly pooling up in Catherine's eyes as Gwen poured on the pressure. She thrashed up and down but the scissors hold barely budged. Meanwhile, Gwen curled up to her, stroking her victim's hair and face teasingly. "No, noooo."
Charlize's jaw dropped and her eyes went headlight wide. "Look at this DEFIANCE. Cat, you're a true warrior, I would have given in by now."
Cat openly cried, slapping the carpet miserably. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that Charlize was just screwing around but Gwen's legs were like long, heavy boa constrictors with a mind of their own. And they got stronger the more she suffered. Gwen eased the pressure and took a couple of small jumps up and down, sending shockwaves through her thighs and Catherine's body.
She whimpered and put her hands together in a clasp. She still could barely breathe, but she brought her hands to her lips and shaked them at the champion, who just watched the pathetic display with a cool expression.
"She's praying to you!" Gwen crowed.
Charlize reached out with a finger and wiped a pair of tears from Catherine's shaking, bright red face, and slowly sucked on it.
"One of the things I've been sharing with my protege here... is that a really devastating scissors... one that breaks people, like you're breaking right now... isn't just about really long legs or being able to squeeze. It's about position, and it's about stamina. She's been squeezing you for about thirty seconds. How's it been?"
"What?"
"Well Gwendoline is my little project now. And if I'm going to stay world champion for another year, she's going to need to be at her best. So tell her if she's doing a good job of breaking you."
Catherine sniffled miserably. "She's breaking me."
Charlize laughed. "Don't be rude, dear. Tell HER, she's right there attached to your body."
"Yeah, respect your betters, Pussycat." She kissed Catherine on the cheek, and then she crossed her legs and rocked back, and her muscles swelling with pleasure at the thought of constricting her even tighter.
"You're breaking me, Gwen! Pleeeease I can't think."
"I can feel your heartbeat against my thighs. Does that mean I'm doing a good job?"
"Yes."
"Mmm, that's good." She slowly loosened her hold. "Listen to Charlize."
"Now earlier, we talked about basic standards. And I agree, those are very important. So I'm going to share your new standards with you.
You WILL show complete respect, humility, and obedience to my friends and I at all times. Respect... humility... obedience." Gwen punctuated each of Charlize's new standards with a warning surge.
"R-Respect. Hu-humility. And Obedience. I promise." Catherine shakingly repeated it, like she was committing it to memory.
"If I even suspect that you're going behind my back and doing anything besides making my job easy, comfortable and fun. I'm going to send Gwen right to your office. She's not going to knock, she's not going to ask you any questions or straighten out any misunderstandings, she's not going to care whether you're working something out with the board or even hanging out with your children..."
Catherine broke into tears as Gwen reached out and petted her in some smug parody of comfort.
"She is going to DESTROY YOU. Very slowly. She's going to swallow up every little drop of dignity you've ever had. In fact, one day I might have a bad day and... feed you to her, like a little worm to a growing baby bird."
"You will n-NEVER have a bad day," Catherine volunteered through breathless sobs, weakly petting Gwen's long calves. "Anticipate everything you need. P-Please Charlize. Begging, begging."
Gwen laughed rudely, soaking up every second of Catherine's intimate humiliation. "Hahaha. She's strokin' me like a dog, what is this?" She'd finally had enough and let the scissors go, roughly kicking her away with her foot.
"Now that we've gotten that sorted." Gwen hurriedly yanked up her sundress, revealing herself to be stark naked underneath it. "Put your tongue out and let's work on that obedience bit."
"Hold off on that, baby bird." Charlize laughed at the sight of her naked - she sure had come prepared. "I'm setting up your first ride here to be something really special. Plus, I want her to look back on this and know we took it VERY easy on her."
Charlize gave Catherine a regal nod as Gwen sheepishly slipped back into her threads. "You may put your tongue back in."
"Thank you."
"What are you going to do as soon as you get up?"
"You and Vanessa."
"Good girl. And this is for the best. You're my friend now, and I take care of my friends."
The commissioner didn't bother responding. The pity of it was that Charlize couldn't understand that they had ALREADY been friends...
Gwen pouted. "If that's how you treat your friends, I'd hate to see how you treat your enemies."
"Actually," Charlize scooped up the belt and headed for the door. "I have a feeling you'll love it."
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