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PART 1/3
It was a dark and cold night. The wind whistled through the deserted community gathering spot, with no one in sight. The silence was soon broken by the sound of footsteps approaching. Out of the shadows emerged two figures: Gal Gadot, a fierce warrior with a determined glint in her eye, and Milla Jovovich, a formidable opponent radiating confidence.

"You're here," Gal said, her voice low and even.

Milla simply smirked in response, her gaze never leaving Gal's. "Ready for round two?"

 Gal charged forward, her hands shooting out to grasp tightly around Milla Jovovich's neck. Milla's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a strangled gasp. Instantly, her hands gripped Gal's wrists, struggling to pry the determined warrior's fingers away from her throat.

"You'll regret this," Milla hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowed with fury. But Gal's expression remained unchanged, her face set in a stony mask. "I'm not here to play," she growled, tightening her grip on Milla's neck.

 Gal let go of Milla’s neck with one hand, but only to free it up for a more brutal assault. She drew back her arm, and swung it forward, driving her fist into Milla's face with a sickening crack.
Milla cried out, her head snapping back from the force of the blow.

But Gal wasn't done yet.


Milla quickly realized that the Gal standing before her was not the same woman she had fought before. The humiliation of her previous loss had fueled Gal's resolve, turning her into a raging, relentless beast. Milla was pinned to the ground, Gal mounted on top of her like a gorilla in a rage. Gal's hands rained down on Milla's head, her palms and fingers hitting with such force that Milla's vision was filled with exploding stars.

Like a boxer who had just taken a series of brutal blows to the head, Milla’s senses started to sharpen and her mind raced with new tactics. She knew she had to act fast, or Gal’s wild fury would overwhelm her. Sh reached up and grabbed the collar of Gal's shirt, yanking it over her face with a practiced move straight out of a hockey brawl. She seized her opportunity to strike back. She dug her thumbs deep into Gal's face, applying pressure to the vulnerable spots under her eyes and at the corners of her jaw.

Gal's muffled cries turned to guttural grunts as Milla shoved her with all her might, finally dislodging the frenzied warrior from her mount. Gal stumbled backward, gasping for air as she tried to free herself from the fabric tangled around her face.
Gal Gadot stumbled backward, her normally graceful movements now hindered by the shirt tangled over her head. As she struggled to free herself, her chest heaved with exertion, causing her white bra to strain against the weight of her small, 32B breasts.

Milla, seeing her chance to mock her once-formidable opponent, let out a laugh that echoed through the deserted gathering spot. "Pathetic," she spat, her eyes alight with amusement. "I can’t wait to strip you naked again. She watched as Gal finally managed to free herself from the tangled shirt,. But as she charged blindly, like a wounded animal, Gal was about to find out why it was always a bad idea to fight with rage instead of strategy.

"You call yourself a woman?" Milla taunted?

She continued to dodge each one of Gal’s furious swings, her body moving with the grace and precision of a professional boxer. Gal's muscles strained with the exertion of her failed attempts, her toned abs clenching as she tried to land even a single punch.

But Milla was a master at her craft. She swayed and ducked, avoiding Gal's blows with ease, until finally,

Gal's frustration reached its boiling point. She threw herself at Milla one last time, only to miss yet again.

In a flash, Milla pounced.

Gal’s world spun around her, her hair flying wildly as Milla took ruthless advantage of her mistake. Her hand, like a vice, clamped down on the back of Gal's scalp, pulling her head backward and forcing her neck into the crook of Milla's armpit.

"Game over," Milla hissed into Gal's ear, sending shivers down Gal's spine. As Milla tightened her arm, constricting Gal's windpipe, Gal could feel her vision beginning to dim.

Milla took Gal down with efficiency, keeping her in the chokehold as she moved her own legs into position. Gal's body, already strained from the intense struggle, was now stretched out between Milla's legs, the powerful muscles of Milla's thighs adding an extra layer of pressure to the agonizing hold.

Gal's movements became frantic and uncoordinated, her limbs flailing helplessly as she tried to break free from Milla's grip. But Milla's grip was unyielding, her legs a steel trap around Gal's leg.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Milla screamed as Gal Gadot's teeth sank deep into her arm, the pain so intense that it felt like she was being stabbed with a fiery knife. The sound that erupted from her throat was almost inhuman.
But even as the pain threatened to overwhelm her, Milla refused to release her grip. Through gritted teeth, she maintained the pressure on Gal's neck, her fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of her opponent's scalp.
Milla turned her head and sank her teeth into a toned stomach like a rabid animal.
Gal's scream echoed Milla's own from just moments before, her body spasming as the pain coursed through her. But still, Milla refused to relent, her grip on Gal's neck only tightening.

Locked in a gruesome embrace, Milla and Gal writhed on the ground, their bodies a tangled mass of limbs, hair, and sweat. For a moment, it seemed like neither woman had the upper hand, the stalemate fueled by rage and desperation.
But then, with a strength that belied her petite frame, Gal reached out and grabbed a fistful of Milla's hair. With a single, violent yank, she pulled until the strands were taut, eliciting a scream from Milla.

As Milla Jovovich fell on top of her, Gal used the momentum to flip their positions, throwing herself atop Milla and continuing their violent struggle.
The two women rolled and twisted, their bodies thrashing against each other in a flurry of movement that seemed to defy gravity. They clawed and scratched, their teeth snapping at each other in a frenzy of animalistic rage.
As they fought, the ground around them was torn up, dirt and debris flying through the air as their struggle turned the once-peaceful gathering spot into a warzone.

Milla  out as Gal relentlessly dragged her back towards the clearing's center, her body scraping painfully against the rough ground. "No!," Gal growled, ignoring Milla's cries.

Gal Gadot stumbled, the effort of dragging Milla Jovovich across the ground taking its toll on her exhausted body. But she refused to give in, her will to win driving her forward.
"Where do you think you're going?" she taunted again, her voice cracking with the strain. "Come on, get up and fight me!"
Milla, her face full of dirt and, pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She looked at Gal, her eyes burning with hate.

The once pristine, battle-ready outfits of Milla Jovovich and Gal Gadot were now torn to shreds, the fabric hanging from their bodies in tatters. Their skin was covered in cuts and bruises, and their faces were streaked with dirt and. They looked less like glamorous warriors and more like survivors of a savage mauling.
But still, their fight raged on. Every moment seemed to drain them further, yet neither woman was willing to give in, their pride and fury fueling the flames of their battle.
Exhaustion weighed heavily on Gal as she dragged Milla J across the dirt, yet her determination remained unwavering. "Where are you going?" she mocked, her voice strained. "Get up and fight!
Milla, her face smeared with grime, pushed herself onto all fours, her eyes locked on Gal with a fierce intensity.

The two warriors, their clothes now tattered and torn, their bodies bearing the marks of a relentless struggle, fought on with unwavering pride and fury. Each passing moment drained their strength, yet neither showed any sign of yielding.

Milla grinned with a cruel smirk and taunted her.
 
"Remember how bad I beat you before? How bad I violated you? I'll do it again!"

Ga,l fueled by these words, erupted in a chilling scream, her eyes reflecting a mix of fury and desperation. Tears flowed freely down her face, but her expression conveyed pure, unrestrained hatred.

"You'll regret this, you bitch," Gal hissed, her voice low and chilling. "I'll make you pay for this with your life!"