Penny (Kaley Cuoco) vs Max (Kat Dennings)
The spectators let out a collective sigh; as Penny forced her opponent's left arm up between her shoulder blades with a hammerlock, Max winced and rose up on her tip toes to try in any way to alleviate the pain, and the hold forced her to thrust her chest out, putting her bare 34DDs on full display for those appreciative gentlemen in attendance.
But while the blonde had the upper hand...literally and figuratively...the brunette was far from helpless. She raised her right leg, and then slammed her foot down on the toes of her opponent. Penny let out a shriek and released her hold, hobbling back. With a blur of motion, the East Coast battler swung herself around and delivered a chop which cracked like a whip across her West Coast rival's chest, setting Penny's own bare breasts bouncing wildly from the painful blow.
The two now faced one another and began trading chops back and forth, each landing with an impact that caused beads of sweat to burst forth, and the skin of both victims turning angrier shades of red. Max and Penny flinched and mewled with each strike, nostrils flaring and labored breath seething through gritted teeth. Finally with a roar, Max unloaded three quick chops to her adversary's chest, staggering Penny. But the blonde shook her head, a scowl twisting the angelic features of her face into a mask of fury, and she drew her right arm back and balled her fist. She then unleashed a haymaker punch straight at the brunette's face.
Had it connected, it quite likely would have laid the New Yorker out and ended this long and grueling match once and for all.
IF it had connected...but it had not, because moving with a speed even she was surprised she could still muster, given how exhausted and depleted she was, Max narrowly ducked under the blow. The momentum of the punch, which struck nothing but empty air, actually caused Penny to spin 180° around, a look of sheer bafflement on her face.
From a crouch, the brunette suddenly exploded toward her confused nemesis, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist and, with a loud grunt, hoisting Penny up into the air, and pulling her across her shoulders! It was a stunning exhibition of pure raw power, which Max seemed to be drawing in equal measure from her hatred of the L.A. beauty, as well as from Penny's wails of anguish as her lush body is agonizingly stretched in a torture rack across her tormentor's shoulders!
Max slowly walked around the room, brutalizing her victim and showing her off as a huntress does with her captured prey. Despite the pain now inflicted upon her torqued frame, the blonde gave no thought to submitting...she would never give her despised rival the satisfaction of surrender. But Max didn't care...she was far more interested in punishing her foe than she was in winning the match as this particular moment.
Feeling her entrapped opponent's squirming grow weaker, the brunette knew that Penny was exhausting her last dregs of strengths. Suddenly the East Coast Amazon shook her victim off of her shoulders, letting the blonde slide down Max's back and crash with a heavy thud to the penthouse floor, where she lay in a moaning heap.
Now the brunette swayed, bringing a hand to her forehead as if she were about to pass out. The exertion had cost her what remained of her own power, and now her body rebelled, threatening to give out on her. She decided to let gravity do the hard work, and she collapsed like a marionette whose strings had been cut, splashing her buxom body down upon that of her rival's. Positioning herself, she pinned Penny's wrists to the carpet and pressed her breasts down over the blonde's face. An instant before her features were buried, the brunette could see a wide eyed look of panic on her arch-enemy's face.
Now all Penny could do was tremble and squirm beneath her oppressor, the blonde's muffled screams betraying her plight. But all too soon those shouts trailed off, and her body ceased to move. She'd been knocked out cold.
Too spent to even roll off of her beaten rival, Max had to be helped up and gingerly carried to an overstuffed leather chair to rest and recover. But for her it was a throne, and she basked in the adulation of the spectators like a Queen with her loyal subjects.
