You didn't think I was done with her, did you? 
Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
Their bodies stripped naked and soaked with sweat, Kaley and Mila grunted and groaned as the stumbled around the room, each trying to overcome the other. Suddenly, Cuoco unleashed a wild swing of her right fist, nailing her rival hard in the jaw. Mila's head snapped violently to the side with a shower of perspiration. Seconds later, the incident was repeated in reverse, as the blonde followed up with a powerful left cross. This blow sent Kunis reeling backward, until she was pressed against the wall.
Cuoco moved in menacingly on her opponent, but the brunette was not as hapless as she seemed, and when the blonde drew close enough, Kunis threw a kick deep into Kaley's lower belly, doubling her over with a heavy grunt. Cuoco stumbled back a few steps, but her retreat was halted by her rival's grabbing her matted golden mane. Mila then tucked the blonde's head between her thighs, wrapped her arms around the waist of her nemesis, and with a banshee's roar lifted Cuoco up off of the floor. She held her lush body vertical, feet pointing up to the ceiling, for a long heartbeat, all the while with Kaley whimpering "No, no, no!" And then Kunis dropped down to her butt.
With Cuoco's head held firmly between the thighs of her nemesis, the crown of her skull took the impact, with the weight of both women behind it. She was barely conscious as the rest of her nude body flopped to the carpeted floor like a ragdoll.
Awareness came in fits and starts, as light stabbed her glassy eyes and muffled sounds grew sharply in her ears. As she became more lucid, she realized that something was different...and wrong. She had expected to find herself resting in one of the guest bedroom of the mansion, but instead, although she was flat on her back, she could feel only the plush carpeting of the living room under her. Then she realized there was an odd pressure on her face.
It took a few more moments for her still-foggy brain to comprehend what was happening. When she did, she burst into tears of humiliation, although she was still too dazed and weak to do anything about it. And from a leather wing back chair sat the triumphant Mila Kunis, now garbed in a silk kimono, a tumbler of whiskey in one hand and the smuggest of smirks on her face, as her feet rested upon the face and chest of her despised rival, reducing the proud, if defeated, Kaley to the role of footrest!
