(footage obtained through anonymous sources, without the consent of HISC or UF. Tis better to ask forgiveness than permission)

Kristen Bell was the first to arrive in the Penthouse bedroom, which was just the way she liked it. Gave her a chance to peruse the room without some harpy shrieking in her ear. Kicking off her heels, the blonde made a lap of the room, giving a quick but through inspection to the loveseat, ottoman, recliner set, not to mention the small coffee table and of course, the king sized bed that dominated the center.

"A canopy?" she murmured to no one in particular. "That's different." Whatever, just meant there'd be more shade when she made the little brunette idiot squeal. Smiling, she undid the sash of her robe and shrugged it aside, leaving her clad in a revealing but sturdy gleaming pink two piece. Ready for battle, she moved to the far side of the room and turned to face the door, waiting for the little Cracker Cruncher who needed some comeuppance so badly.

The door opened slowly and Mila Kunis poked her head in, taking care to sneak a peek around the corner before proceeding any further. Seeing no one and noticing Kristen was safely away from the entrance, the exotic little brunette slid in the rest of the way and made her way to the front of the bed. Clad in black lace bra and snappy little black panties, Kunis was prepared for her environs. She gave Kristen the once over and shook her head disapprovingly. "Even as bad as Mishy's become, you're still a pale imitation." Mila took another two steps toward the blonde. "You look like Swan food to me."

Kristen put her hands on her hips and looked over the brunette opposition. "And you look like Natalie Portman's trashy afterthought," she fired back. "Don't worry Mila, though the rest of the FCBA has forgotten you, I'll treat you like a somebody. Even if I'm paddling your fat ass while I do it. One fall, five count pins or submissions. No punching out, but slap outs, palm smothers and chokes are in. That agreeable to you, buttercup?"

"Figures you'd want rules," Mila responded. Skipping over to Kristen, she placed a palm flat on the wall on either side of Bell's face, while sending bosom to pert bosom. "I don't play nice and I don't play by the rules.”

"Good," Kristen winked, "neither do I." The words were barely out of her mouth when she darted forward and twisted her head sharp to the side, meaning to chomp pretty white teeth into the bridge of Kunis' nose.

The blonde's incisors clamped down on Mila's proboscis and the blonde gnawed away with Kunis squealing in pain. Backing away from Bell, Mila only rid herself of Bell when she delivered a right cross to her tummy. "b###h," Mila shrieked, checking her nose, her eyes teary.

Bell backed away from the punch, but it didn't really do that much damage. Licking her lips, she smiled at Mila's distress, then reached out and grabbed a huge handful of dark hair. Shaking the other lightweight hard, she pivoted to one side and jerked Kunis forward, meaning to bang her forehead into the classy hardwood paneling.

Kunis' melon THUMPED into the wall and snapped back, Mila looking woozy. She sent a pointed elbow into Kristen's chest, but her locks remained in Bell's grip and she's sent in head-first again, this time sinking to her knees after the collision.\

Kristen snarled as the elbow bangs off her sternum. but the pain faded when she saw Mila go to her knees. "C'mon hunny, you wanted to play the little savage so don't whine at me when it gets mean!" Dropping to her knees beside the brunette, KrissyB forced her opponent's head against the floor and started to draaaaaaaaaag it back n' forth.

"AHHHHHH," Mila wailed as her features were burned by the swiping against the rug. Her arms waggle dwildly, trying to find something, but unsuccessful in doing so. The top of Kunis' feet patter against the carpet.

After several more seconds of punishment, Bell let go, but didn’t go very far. Hooking her left hand into the brunette's waistband to keep her from thrashing too much, she balled the right into a fist and started pounding mean little hammer punches into Kunis' rump. "Anytime you wann give, Mila, just go ahead, baby!"

Mila's back arched with every thrust of the folded fingers into her tiny toned tush. She threw swats behind her, but Bell's grip on the rim of her panties made the process of turning to face the blonde less then ideal. "No way," Mila bleated, only to have another little thumper sent bumping into her booty.

Kristen pounded a few more shots into Kunis' backside, then stretched her waistband up and and let it go with a part little snap. Giggling as Mila yipped, Bell spankity-spankity-spank-spank-spanked brunette tush with both hands, then popped to her feet and backed away. "C'mon brat," she taunted the downed lovely, "I thought didn't play nice."

The smoky but teary-eyed brunette pushed to her feet, wincing and rubbing her behind. "I don't." Mila rushed at the blonde, arms extended and talons drawn, meaning to get payback but seemingly not sure how, perhaps only sure she wanted Kristen on the carpet with her and wanted it now.

The blonde saw her rival coming, thought about trying to dive aside, the decided to hell with it. Setting her knees in a crouch, she raised her hands and-- SMECK! The warring flyweights collided tummy to tummy and eager hands found defenseless hair even as they started to fall. Twisting hard to avoid landing on the bottom, Kristen came down hard on her left shoulder and hip, not that it stopped her from tugging at Kunis' hair.

"C'mon, tramp," she bellowed, "show me what'cha got!" She flattened her other hand into a paddle and tried to swat at Mila's face.

Kunis turned her head to take the slap on the back of her noggin, then concentrated on disrupting Bell a little lower. Slipping her right leg between the ivory gams of Bell, Kunis inserted knee-A into slot-B and drove into the juncture of Kristen's thighs with impunity. The look on Kristen's face was one that draws a fierce grin from Kunis. "I got that," Mila growled. "In fact, I might have another."

"NNNNGGGGGGGHHH!" Kristen instinctually doubled up around the intruding knee, but damned if she's not able to catch Kunis' thigh in a loose Scissors. The roil in her gut and groin prevented much in the way of real offense, so she worked one hand under the brunette's chin and pushed back, trying to distract Mila from any thoughts of a second Kneelift.

And it does, in fact, prevent Mila from doubling up down under. A furious and frustrated Kunis instead reached out a right hand for Kristen's neck as she rolled on top of Bell. The other hand worked to free her from the Scissors against her leg, but the right closed around Kristen's windpipe.

Suddenly oxygen was at a premium and Krissy B found herself in short supply. Devoting all her attention to this unpleasant development, she wrapped one hand around Mila's chokin' hand and tried to prize it away while simultaneously making the brunette pay for her gall by squeeeeeezing undefended jugg. It didn't get her loose from the Choke, but it'd give the bytch something to think about.

Kunis' lids clenched tightly when Bell's fingers did the same around her thinly-covered breast, but the brunette pried her leg free from Bell's Scissors and adds a second hand to her throttling of Kristen, hoping to convince the blonde to send her grip elsewhere. Mila rose to all fours to increase the pressure and to stare down into Bell's baby blues

Gagging and thrashing as Kunis really started to throttle her, Bell abandoned the Beast Claw so she could SLAP at Mila's sneering face. Her other hand hooked into a claw and found a whole lot o' brunette locks, Bell jerking the other woman's hair as hard as she could in hopes of breaking the Stranglehold. "LEHHHHGOOOOOHHHH," she croaked.

Mila was sent rolling to the side from the hateful tug, spilling off her blonde. She scurried to all fours but found Bell staring her down in the same position, though if more winded. Galloping toward Kristen, the exotic brunette reared up on her knees and Bell did the same. Lithe bodies *smecked* together, both snarling stars locking up in an embrace of the other, trying to squeeze the stuffing out of their foe

KBell wasn't foolish enough to try the Bear Hug on anyone taller than herself, but against fellow flys she could squeeze with the best of them and that's what she did now. Despite having the upper grip, she put quite a bit of 'ooomph' into crushing Kunis' biceps into her sides. "####ing savage," she huffed, even as Mila crushed down on her ribs, "you'll pay for that." She opened her mouth wide and twisted in, her teeth seeking the soft meat between brunette's shoulder and neck.

Mila yelped in surprise as much as pain when Bell sunk her pearlies in again. "What are you an f'n vampire?" Kunis shrieked. Losing concentration on her hug, she tried to shake loose of the blonde. Mila stood up in an effort to rid herself of Bell, but Kristen used her remaining embrace to lift Mila clean off the carpet and toss her into the loveseat, Mila landing with an off-balance thud.

Breathing deep for what felt like the first time in forever, Kristen stomped over to Mila and grabbed hold of her ankles. After a bit of tugging and cursing, she pulled Kunis onto her back and started to fold her legs forward. If she could get the brunette's ankles over her head, she could scoot in close, sit down and make her rival's time on the loveseat all sorts of uncomfortable.

Momentarily confused, Mila noticed too late her legs were being folded into her body like a matchbook. Pressed tight into the cushions, Mila's knees end on either side of her temples and when Bell went rump to Mila's hammies, the brunette was captured in a suitcase-like predicament. Desperately bucking and twisting, Mila tried to find a way out, but could manage little but look up between her thighs into the baby blues of the blonde.

"I could count to five right now, punk," Krissy said with a vindictive little butt bounce, "but I'd rather see you suffer." Bracing one hand against the brunette's upturned calf, Bell reached down with her free hand and went for Kunis' mouth, trying to seal off her hissing mug with a Palm Smother.

This time it's Kunis' turn to snap her choppers, in this case at Kristen's hand. She managed to chomp onto a finger. That moved Kristen off the personal stool she'd made of Mila enough for Kunis' legs to swing up and out of the matchbook. A cursing Kristen, having broken loose of Mila's pearlies, turned her back on Kunis and cradled her hand close. The brunette popped out of the loveseat and leapt on Bell's back, her legs wrapping around the blonde's tummy, her arms around Kristen's head, Mila planning on riding Bell till she broke the filly.

Crumpling under her attacker's weight, Bell almost went to one knee, then managed to right herself and stand up. Torn between worrying about the Scissors around her waist or the Sleeper on her neck, she finally decided to focus on Kunis' intruding forearm. Digging her fingers into the crook of Mila's elbow, Bell fights for every breath as she slowly but surely turned to the bed and stomped toward the options it offered.

Mila tried to lead Kristen away from the king size by pulling her in a Crossface away from the mattress, and the blonde did turn, but only to put her back to the bed. From there, she leapt/fell backward, sandwiching Mila between bed and blonde. A loud 'GUH' escaped Kunis' lips and her arms dropped from around Kristen's head, though her legs remained in a loose Scissors around opposing waist.

Breathing hard, woozy from the repeated Sleeper / Choke attempts, Kristen sat up, realized she still mired in Mila's gams, albeit rather loosely. Instead of trying to escape, she twisted around in a half circle until her shins were resting flat against the comforter. Pretty face cold and hard, she planted one hand on Kunis' shoulder to keep her in place, then drew back her free hand and started to pum-pum-PUMP punches into her rival's belly. "WHO'S MEANER, MILA?" she hissed, "WHO'S MEANER? SAY IT!"

Each blow drew another wince and increasingly louder and more distressed 'GUH's from Esquire's Sexiest Woman. Mila tried to increase the pressure of her Scissors but the infernal fists thumping into her navel prevented it. Instead, Kunis sent a hand shooting toward Kristen's eyes, hoping to rake her nails across Bell's peepers.

Too focused on the punching for her own good, Bell left her face open for a swiping and paid the price. Snarling in pain and anger, the blonde swatted Mila's hand away and reared back, trying to create some distance while she tended to her blurred vision.

Pushing off the bed, Mila followed the retreating, blinded Bell and grabbed the blonde's flaxen locks, forcing her head lower, then forcing it up when Kunis connected with a knee. Kristen's noggin snapped back, her arms windmilling to keep her upright. But Mila had plans to take the b###h to horizontal as she rushed the blonde, lowering a shoulder to Spear her gut and send the both of them flying into the recliner just behind Bell.

Dazed by the Kneelift and blinded by the Claw, Krissy knew the brunette was coming, but couldn't do a damned thing about it until Mila THWHUMPED a shoulder into her navel. Folding around the flyweight missile, Bell was carried along on a short, but wild ride that ended with her landing hard in the defenseless recliner. Actually, that WASN'T the end of her ride as there was enough momentum left over to sloooooooooowly tip the chair back on its back legs, then WHUMP over backward, the impromptu ejector seat spilling both ladies to the floor, with KBell much the worse for wear.

Mila ended the ride body to slinky body atop Kristen. She pushed up to all fours and SMECKED in a short but effective little Splash atop the taut frame of the blonde, then scrambled to a Schoolgirl Pin. Mila's palms wrapped around Bell's wrists and held them tight to the carpet while her shins came down hard on Kristen's biceps, the blonde's chin tucked tightly into the crook of Mila's crotch.

"I'm meaner," the brunette chirped. "Always was.”

Tumbling out of the chair had done nothing for the blonde's sense of well-being, but she's not so out of it that she didn’t realize the danger of her predicament. Planting her feet against the plush pile, she grunted and puuuuuuuuushed up, trying to throw the brunette from her perch. "Yuhhhh..... you're not meaner," she huffed, "just cheaper. There's difference." The first attempt was a no go, so she tried again, shifting hard right with everything she had left.

But Mila was not about to be thrown again and she started to press her knees not only down, but together. Unfortunately for Kristen, her head was between and the blonde's face turned from pink to rosy in the passing of several seconds. Making sure, she had Kristen's biceps trapped tightly, Mila removed her hand from Bell's right wrist and set it tightly over the blonde's nose and mouth. "Either way," Mila insisted, "I'm tougher.”

Kristen twisted her head from side to side, but with Mila's gams pressed in so close, it was really more squirming than anything else and she couldn't dislodge the brunette's hand. Squealing like a teakettle as air was denied, she beat her feet against the carpet and thrashed with all her might, knowing that in several long seconds, all her might wouldn't amount to a damned thing.

Kunis continued to ride steady and true, even snuggling her crotch over the rise of Kristen's chin to replace her hand in smothering duty, the black panties now covering the nose and lips of the flailing Bell. Kristen's baby blues darted back and forth but soon had a glaze, while her kicking legs bolted with less regularity and strength.

Bridging was now out of the question, but Bell couldn't bring herself to simply stop fighting. Nor could she surrender to the hated brunette. So she put the rest of her reserves into getting her wrists free and after a brief, terrible struggle, she managed to do so. With no other target really presenting itself, she reached around Kunis' hips and sank her nails into the Swan's dense glutes. "MMMRRPPPPGGGHHH!"

Mila's spine straightened, the exotic brunette biting hard on her lower lip to keep from hitting the eject button. Instead Kunis took a cue from her stablemate Kristin and pounded away into the pate of Kristen's braincase.

"LET" THUMP "GO" THUMP "OF" THUMP "ME" THUMP THUMP THUMP!

"NGH, NGH, NGH, NGH!" Being smothered was bad, being smothered and pounded at the same time was much, much worse. Finally forced to close her eyes to keep the tears back, Kristen let go of Mila's buns and moaned, "LUUUHHHHMEEGOOOO!"

"You know what to say." The brunette held her right fist directly over a point dissecting Kristen's eyes. "Oh yeah," Mila continued. Scooting her way off Kristen's greasy, smeared face enough to allow her the humiliation of submitting. "NOW SAY IT!"

Despite the throb in her skull and the shimmer of tears in her eyes, Kristen could still see the fist hanging over her skull like a miniature Sword of Damocles. With nothing else left in the tank and no other way to prevent herself from taking a vicious pounding, she swallowed her pride and choked out, "I give."

"Uh huh," Mila returned. "Thought you'd see it my way." Kunis skidded her undercarriage back atop Bell's breathing passages and kept it that way, despite the blonde's spastic struggles, until she not only had the submission but the knockout as well, leaving Bell a spent, glistening mess beneath her. Mila rose to her knees, peeling herself off the unconscious blonde. "And now you know what everyone else does."