When she stepped out for the shot, she was told, "Make things as realistic as possible."
Katrina was a trained fighter and as soon as the director called for 'action' Amisha jumped Katrina who fell to the ground on her stomach confused. Amisha quickly sat on her and put her in the camel clutch.
"I'm going to humiliate you once and for all!" she whispered in Katrina's ear. That's when Katrina realized this was a fight for real. She squeezed her lithe body out of the wrestling hold and quickly kicked Amisha in the shin. Amisha stood on a leg and held her other leg in great pain. Katrina saw the opportunity and punched Amisha in her stomach. Amisha buckled over and then fell down tits first on to the floor.
"Cut" yelled the director and everyone applauded Katrina offered her hand to Amisha and picked her up.
As she got up Katrina said, "I guess no humiliation for me today eh?" she said to Amisha.
Amisha walked away in disgust. She had her cellphone to her ear talking in hushed tones to someone. There was a deeper plan afoot it seemed. Katrina walked into her trailer. She turned on the light and walked to her kitchenette for a cup of coffee. She noticed a female figure behind her in the reflection on her microwave. Before she could turn, the female figure from the back had attacked. She had made a hammer of her hands by clasping them together and the hammer had slugged Katrina in the back of her head with great force.
"Uurrg!" was Katrina's best response as beautiful face lost all expression and her lips parted. As she fell into unconsciousness, the buckling of her knees looked like sheer poetry. She landed tits down on her trailer floor. That's when the assailant laughed. She happened to be Yana Gupta. She looked at the inert Katrina's butt, bent down and squeezed a handful of it.
"I'll be getting some of that tonight!" she said as she continued to laugh aloud. She pulled out her cellphone and dialed Amisha's number. "It'll be in all the papers tomorrow!!" she said, then hung up.
She dragged Katrina to the door of the trailer, slung her over her shoulder, staggered to a waiting car and dumped her unconscious burden in the back seat. Katrina came to in the moving car. Above everything she felt this strange confusion. It was dark outside, it was night. She didn't know how many hours she had been out, but she saw Yana driving. That's when all of it made sense to her. She got up and strangled Yana's neck between her forearm and biceps. The car lost direction and swayed toward the side of the road. Yana hit the breaks instantly. This pushed Katrina from the back seat to the front. As she was flung, her back hit the gear stick and she grunted in pain. She was now at knee level to the seated Yana who quickly raised her arm to punch Katrina. The supermodel blocked Yana's hand and punched Yana in the stomach instantly. She screamed in pain and Katrina punched her in the jaw. As her neck snapped, Katrina found a way to bend over and hit the switch to recline the driver's seat. With all the space at her disposal, Katrina quickly jumped in the seat straddling Yana's legs and started punching Yana's breasts as Yana screamed in pain.
"Stop it you bitch!" she said aloud.
"Fuck you!" said Katrina who was in a foul mood.
Yana summoned all her strength and punched Katrina in the side of her stomach. She grunted and her attack ceased. Yana got up and punched Katrina in the stomach again. Katrina was stunned by these attacks. Yana laughed; sitting up with Katrina. To a passer by it looked like the driver and passenger were making out on the driver's seat. Yana took advantage of the situation and punched Katrina in the jaw. Without a sound Katrina passed out and her limp body slumped over onto the laughing Yana. She kissed Katrina, then pushed her limp body back against the steering wheel. Katrina's back hit the horn which started blaring.
Yana opened the door and got out and pulled out Katrina. The lissome beauty's unresisting body was then pushed up against the body of the car. Yana punched her hard in the stomach. Katrina grunted and her limp form buckled and fell down on the muddy road embankment. Yana kicked her in the ribs to make sure she was out. She then walked to the boot of her car. She opened it to look for a piece of rope. She couldn't believe that she hadn't planned this more carefully. She looked at the cluttered trunk and that's when she was attacked from behind. The upper half of her body fell into the trunk. She was then pulled hair first out and punched in the face. Katrina had stealthily pulled this one off.
With her left hand firmly gripping Yana's short hair, Katrina banged it repeatedly on the body of the car. She then punched Yana in her tight belly. Yana was spent by this sudden attack. Katrina went on with her assault. She kicked Yana in the shin and brought her down to her knees. Yana was in great pain and the expressions on her face told every story.
Katrina was a little civilized and knew Yana was at strength's end, so she said, "Give up now and I'll let you go!"
"Fuck you!" said Yana.
Katrina smiled as she slapped Yana hard and asked with a wry grin, "Once more?"
"Fuck you!" repeated Yana then she quickly punched Katrina in the crotch.
Katrina let go of Yana's hair and turned around to nurse her crotch. That's when Yana got up and kicked the buckled over Katrina in the butt. As Katrina moved in the direction of the kick, Yana walked to the open boot and picked up a spanner from the tool kit. She then hit the bent over Katrina over the head with it. Unresisting, Katrina went out and dropped face down in the dirt. Yana kicked her over onto her back, then looked around. There was no one for miles so she took off her pants and began to hump the inert Katrina's face.
"Wow, wonder what you're so proud of, you unconscious bitch!" she said. Then she noticed a car coming her way, so she quickly got into her car and sped off, leaving the unconscious Katrina beside the road with no way to get home. Yana laughed as she saw Katrina's prone form sprawled on the embankment in her rear window as the car stopped. A lady stepped out to help Katrina as Yana sped away.
Katrina awoke briefly, just long enough to see the smiling Amisha standing tall over her. She was going to raise her hand to ask for help but she saw a fist coming to her jaw and then all went black again. Amisha had slugged Katrina into slumber again. Amisha had come with an entourage of reporters for the tabloids to document her "victory" over the proud Katrina. Katrina woke up the next morning in her own bed and, thinking it had all been a terrible nightmare, she went to get some breakfast. But then she saw the headline in the newspaper on her table.
"Proud Katrina ‘Broken In’ by Colleagues!"
As she stared at it, her phone rang. When Katrina picked it up, it was Yana.
“Be glad I brought you home slut! Those reporters were going to fuck you into oblivion!" she laughed, then hung up.
The once too-proud-to-give-interviews Katrina was now the laughing stock of the planet's largest film industry.