In an issue of Entertainment Weekly, Amisha stated not once, but twice, that if she and Kareena were to fight to the death that she'd 'kick her ass.' When Kareena was told of the article, she was boiling mad.
"What's the big idea?" she asked Amisha over the phone. "How dare you say that you'd kick my ass."
"Don't get upset," said Amisha.
"Upset!" replied Kareena, storming around the house. "You've got some nerve, bitch."
"Well, it's true," said Amisha. "And you better watch who you call a bitch."
"You get on the phone and call them. I want you to retract that statement," demanded Kareena.
"I will not," shouted Amisha.
"Bitch, you better, or else," threatened Kareena.
"Fuck you! You better cool down, bitch," replied Amisha.
"Alright, you blond bimbo, you asked for it," said Kareena slamming down the phone.
Kareena immediately got on the phone with several tabloids, Entertainment Weekly, Entertainment Tonight, People, and a few other celebrity watch publications and told them to all show up at her house a week from Saturday because she and Amisha were going to have a no-holds barred catfight. The news spread like a Mumbai rain. Amisha's phone and home became bombarded with reporters inquiring about the big fight.
"If that bitch wants a fight, then it's a fight she's gonna get," Amisha told one reporter.
Nearly 300 reporters and friends gathered at Kareena's on the afternoon of the fight. Rumors of their recent troubles was discussed as the crowd awaited the blonde and brunette to fight. Amisha was flocked by media as she got out of her car. Flashes and bright lights captured her in her sexy cut-off jeans and sleeveless plaid shirt that was tied up under her breast. The tops of her firm orbs looked like ripe melons, and her tan stomach was tone and fit.
When Amisha made her way into the backyard, Kareena came out from the house decked in a white bikini bottom and a skimpy, half t-shirt. There was no formalalities. People had to stand just as if this was a fight happening on any road.
"You blond slut," said Kareena making her way from her backdoor and through the crowd of people.
Amisha walked towards her briskly. "Let's go, you fuckin' cunt," she said.
Friends and media scrambled to get the best view as the blonde and brunette broke into a sprint for each other. Upon contact, Amisha slapped the shit out of Kareena's face as Kareena dug her hands inside Amisha's soft hair.
"Ouch!" cried Amisha as she slapped Kareena again.
The second slap knocked Kareena off balance, and Amisha easily took her to the ground and straddled her back. As Kareena tried to buck her off, Amisha stood up on one knee and then rammed her other knee between Kareena's parted legs. Kareena dropped spread eagle as Amisha's knee slammed against her crotch from the backside. Amisha mounted her again and struck her along the side of the face with a punch. This seemed to bring the brunette beauty to her senses, and she quickly bucked Amisha off.
As they jumped to their feet, Kareena's top rode up above her left breast and Amisha immediately lashed out at it.
"FUCK!" shouted the brunette as she turned her back and clutched the orb that Amisha had scratched.
Amisha kicked her Nike into Kareena's butt and sent her staggering into the tight circle of witnesses.
Kareena wheeled around only to find Amisha's hands sinking into her hair.
"Eeeeoouu!!" she cried as Amisha yanked out a clump of hair.
"You sorry slut!" shouted Amisha as she tore out another lump of hair. "Mess with me will you!"
Kareena fought back with a slap that turned Amisha's head, and then the two of them got busy throwing punches. However, the brunette managed only one landing punch. A blow that put a gash against Amisha's left cheekbone. Amisha was proving to be the better puncher though. Three times she struck the brunette's face, busting open her lower lip. She also landed two, hard blows into Kareena's soft, sexy mid-section.
In order to stop the onslaught, Kareena clinched Amisha up, and the two of them grabbed the back of each other's hair and pulled. For several seconds Amisha and Kareena kept the other's face aimed at the sky as their breasts and hips pressed firmly together.
"Bitch!" hissed Amisha as she gave Kareena a good hard slap across the cheek. "UGH!" moaned the blonde as her tan belly absorbed a tight fist.
As their legs tangled, they fell to the grass in a heep of arms, legs, and hair. The crowd moved around them as they rolled from side to side, to side to side, and then back again. Legs locked and unlocked together as the sound of material being ripped could barely be heard.
"Sssshhhiiittt!!" howled Amisha as Kareena's nails dug into the firm flesh of her tits.
"I'm gonna squeeze all that shit out, bitch," said Kareena. "Aaaauuggh!!" she cried as Amisha's hooks found her tender white tits.
The crowd was going wild as the blonde and brunette mauled the daylights out of each other. Amisha and Kareena screamed and cried tears of pain as they relentlessly scratched tits and pulled nipples.
"Damn you, Kareena!" cried Amisha as she rolled on top of the brunette and straddled her waist.
With Amisha's weight upon her stomach, Kareena knew that she had to do something fast. Her tits were flaming red and throbbing like hell, and although Amisha's tits looked just as bad, those huge bastards seemed to be able to stand more pain. Doubling up her fist, Kareena cracked it across the blonde's chin. Amisha's head spun on her shoulders, but she fought back with a wicked slap, and then a backhand that made Kareena see stars.
"You CUNT!!" shouted Amisha as she stood to one knee, and once again brought the other home against Kareena's crotch.
With her legs spread wide, Amisha's knee had an open shot. WHACK!!!
"UUUGGGHHhhh..." moaned Kareena from the depths of her lower region.
With blackness engulfing her, Kareena felt Amisha plop her ass down upon her tender tits. She felt a jarring blow to her jaw, but after that, she had to watch the rest on tape.