Kaley Cuoco vs Olivia Munn
It had proven to be an unbelievably grueling fight, as Kaley and Olivia battled one another to a virtual standstill. With the brawl now passing the thirty minute mark, both beauties had pushed themselves to their limits of exhaustion and beyond, and were running on veritable fumes now.
They were trading judo chops to their chests, leaden arms striking like cudgels, each blow causing an eruption of beads of perspiration and their bare breasts...their bikini halters long since torn away...bouncing wildly from every impact. Suddenly and without warning, Olivia shifts tactics, landing a tomahawk chop flush to Kaley's forehead, and then another, and then a third. The trio of blows leave the blonde stunned, her eyes glazing as her legs wobbled and her knees threatened to buckle. Pressing her advantage, Munn now throws a backhand blow to her opponent's jaw that snaps Cuoco's head sharply to the side and causes her to stagger backward in obvious dire straits.
Seeing a glimpse of victory for the first time tonight, the brunette grabs her rival by her damp and matted golden locks and turns her face toward the assembled onlookers, all of them men of great wealth and power. "Take a look at your princess," Olivia rasps in a voice that betrays her ache and exhaustion, displaying the much beloved Kaley in her haplessness. "I'm about to prove to her and you just who the best woman is!"
She then drags the stumbling blonde over to the nearest wall, grabs the hair at the back of Kaley's head with her right hand, while with her left she takes her opponent by her left forearm, and she swings Cuoco toward the wall with all of the force she can muster, knowing the impact would beyond a doubt knock her out. But, at the last instant, Kaley was able to lift her right leg and plant her foot against the wall, breaking the momentum and sparing herself the devastating crash into the hard plaster. She the yanks her left arm free of Munn's grasp, and throws an elbow up into the brunette's chin.
Now Olivia reels backward, until she finally drops to one knee, shaking her head to try and clear it. Kaley whirls around to go on the attack, but her exhaustion overwhelms her and she has to lean against the wall until a sudden wave of dizziness passes. By the time she's able to go on the offensive again, the brunette has had precious seconds to rally somewhat, with the result being that as Cuoco steps up to her, Munn is able to throw a fist up into her rival's belly, doubling the blonde over as she suddenly gasps for breath.
But as damaging as that punch was, it lacked the raw power to do more than daze Cuoco for a few moments, so that as Munn rises up to her feet, she is met with a punch to the abs as well. Both beauties now take time to try to shake off the pain that wracks their lush bodies, as they limp around the penthouse floor, calling up their last dregs of strength. Finally, as if on a silent cue, the pair hurl themselves at one another, colliding with the sound of sweat-soaked flesh thudding together, and they collapse into a heap on the carpet.
They are a tangle of arms and legs and they roll back and forth across the floor, snarling and panting, hands yanking hair and squeezing breasts, like two savage jungle cats in primal battle. And with every passing heartbeat, they grow weaker.
Finally, lacking the strength for anything more demanding, both Olivia and Kaley resort to the same tactic: their hands clamp down over their rival's mouth, and pinch her nose shut, as each tries to smother the other into defeat. Their muffled gasps for breath sound pitiable, and their faces turn ever-deepening shades of red as they are suffocated, their eyelids growing heavier over glassy orbs.
Suddenly, one beauty's hands fall free of her adversary's face, and her body goes limp as her lids flutter shut. Once more able to breath, Kaley takes a deep gasp of precious air as she continues to smother out Olivia for several seconds more.
She has won, but it is a far-from-convincing victory. Cuoco is enough of a catfighting veteran to realize the importance of a decisive win, particularly over such a challenging opponent. Although her spent body rebels at the very thought of it, Kaley knows what she must do to turn such a narrow win into a resounding triumph.
Drawing upon some secret wellspring of power, she commands her reluctant form to rise up to one knee, and to haul the slumbering brunette up with her. Munn is like a dead weight in her arms, and Cuoco whines from the strain, but still she manages to pull the body of her rival over her shoulders. Then, in a senses-shattering spectacle of willpower, the blonde slowly rises up, until at last she is standing upright with the battered body of her adversary slung over her shoulders, as a huntress would display her captured prey. Amazon-like, Cuoco holds her victim aloft, drawing an eruption of cheers and a standing ovation from the onlookers. Then, with a warrior's bellow, Kaley releases Olivia, and the brunette limply slides down her back and crashes back to the floor in a moaning heap.
Her last vestiges of strength now evaporated, Kaley faints and fall down, her body splayed atop that of her beaten rival. But her goal has been accomplished; rather than recall how evenly matched these two were, the spectators will now muse with awe-struck admiration at the spectacular show of power which the victorious blonde displayed, turning a near thing for Cuoco into a victory that, with every retelling, will be regaled as Kaley's total domination of Olivia, and the further burnishing of the blonde's already considerable catfighting legend.
