"Listen lady, zip your lip or I'll show you the real reason I should take your place, you has-been," buxom younger Cat snapped as she stared into the glaring, angry eyes of the older woman; an actress she'd secretly admired for years.

"Step into the ring," Lynda challenged. "I dare you! We'll see how fast you go down!"

The still beautiful brunette bombshell was apparently a bit drunk - and furious that the young upstart beauty had the audacity to accept the role of 'Wonder Woman' - a character Lynda had made famous on TV. Lynda had silently dropped in on her unwelcome replacement at the set of the upcoming movie, and had watched as the younger, beautiful, perfectly proportioned, drop-dead gorgeous, Cat had sinuously and sexily slid her full breasts into HER costume top....the very same one Lynda had worn for many years. Now, Lynda watched as Cat strutted around her dressing room, flaunting that perfectly curvy body as the older woman grew more and more angry as she fought hard to remain hidden and silent. How she wished she could jump out to pound Cat senseless, to rip that sexy costume from her luscious body. But she hadn't!

Now, several hours - and several drinks - later, Lynda was sitting in the bar at the world-famous Porn Star Fight Club during a lull between bouts of the Club's mid-week PPV broadcast. Lynda had been drinking doubles served by the Club's naked nymph waitresses. Across the noisy and crowded room, Cat Bell sat at a corner table with several of the Club's officers. At her feet, knelt a lithe blonde whom Lynda vaguely recalled had waited on her in her last visit; Sunny McSomething-or-other. From the way Cat kept a tight grip on Sunny's head as it bobbed up and down between the actresses spread legs, Lynda figured she made up in oral skill what she lacked in tits! After watching Charmaine Sinclair and Barocca fawn over Cat for almost half an hour, Lynda's patience finally snapped and she headed over to challenge Cat. This was her time; it had to be! Lynda wanted to regain the spotlight, to reclaim her rightful role as Wonder Woman, but more importantly, pound this 'up-and-coming' wench good.

Lynda launched into a tirade about how Cat would sully the good name of Wonder Woman after doing several nude scenes and posing for “cheap exploitation rags”. It didn’t take long for Cat to have it ‘up to here’ with Lynda’s pompous pontificating and she hissed, "You'd just better calm down lady; lower your voice unless you want to get pounded!" Cat was trying hard to remain calm but it was made more difficult as Sunny's talented tongue was pushing her toward a climax.

But Lynda refused to calm down and when Cat reached for her arm to get her wagging finger out of her face, Lynda screamed, "Get your #$@#$#$% hands off me you stupid bitch!"

Everyone in the bar stopped in their tracks and lustful eyes turned to gaze at the two brunette beauties who were now on their feet with Sunny on her knees on the floor between them as they screamed threats. "Okay, Miss Wonder Woman," Cat yelled, kneeing Sunny between the boobs and knocking her on her ass. "I accept your challenge!" She turned and stormed out toward the ring with Barocca and Charmaine scurrying along right behind her. Lynda stepped over Sunny and following them as the crowd hurried after them, prepared to witness another exciting battle - this one totally unexpected.

The early, preliminary, matches involved unknown actresses struggling to establish themselves in the porn business. The next match featured a couple of rising young stars, Marisa Tomei had been breast smothered out by Christina Ricci in a controversial finish. Ricci had won only after her "Monster" costar Charlize Theron leaped out of her ringside seat to trip Winona as she was taking control of the match. To see Ricci strut afterward, however, you'd think she'd won on merit! The crowd booed so lustily, Ricci was denied the 'usual and customary' tradition of getting the loser's services for the evening. Referee and Club Queen Danni Ashe giggled as she told Ricci, “You’ll just have to settle for Theron.” Charlize didn’t look at all displeased at the prospect of delving into Christina's treasure chest as she'd done so often during the nights they'd spent together during the filming of 'Monster'!

The feature events of the evening had a common theme, "The Exciting, Erotic Eighties" and the matches included several fights between Pornstars and Eighties TV Show stars. Of course in the Porn Star Fight Club anything could happen and often did! But if the first three fights of the night had been 'ordinary', after those the battles had been fantastic! In the best match, Dian Parkinson had fought a valiant fight against lovely Markie Post, the busty blonde star of the sitcom "Night Court" who had quickly turned what began as "Foxy Boxing" into an all out catfight.


"Now this is just a tad bit too tame. This kind of action is for a milk bar, not this here club," the grizzled darn near "drunk as a skunk" old duffer bemoaned as he watched the two beautiful busty blonde's whack away at each other with super huge padded boxing gloves.

"Awwwh, shut your trap. Ya got two drop dead gorgeous blonde's smackin' each other. Ain't that enough. Look at that hot game show gal. Those big knockers are about to get knocked clean out into the sunshine," the old geezer's female companion said as she stood up and began to cheer hard for Markie Post.

WHAM!

"Uhhhhhh..."

Dian Parkinson suddenly switched from mild foxy boxer to the angry "knock her senseless" mode in three seconds flat. The fans sensed the change and upped their cheering.

No one heard Markie's taunt that upped the ante, "Gonna knock those big knockers good. Gonna strip you naked you big-boobed blonde showoff bimbo. Gonna give new meanin' to, 'Come on down', bitch!!"

Dian's lovely face morphed into an angry wolf like snarl as she knocked Markie backwards into the ropes. The huge gloves slammed into the blonde actress's huge breasts and forced them into a fantastic cleavage display as they bulged out of her rather skimpy top.

"Gotta get off the ropes. Uhhhh. Ooooh. She's killin' my boobs. Uhhhhhh." Markie thought.

"Yeah, knock those jugs clean out. We wanna see 'um!!" The fans closest to the action feasted their eyes on Markie who was now bent halfway backwards, her ample chest pointing skyward and taking the angry blows from Dian's fast and furious shots.

THUNK! "ARGGGGGH!" The agonizing groan escaping Dian's lips failed to express the excruciating pain she felt between her legs courtesy her rival's desperate kick. Markie was on her feet and back in action in a second and pummeled the doubled over ex-game show host with a flurry of blows to her head, back and unguarded ribs. Dian grunted and groaned as she staggered around trying to escape the blonde tornado who was determined to take her down.

"Stand up honey, and take your medicine," Markie hissed as Dian slowly recovered and began to block her punches. Dian stayed low, kept blocking then suddenly lunged and shot a jab fast and hard. Markie gasped in agony as the glove caught her square in the groin.

"Gotcha! Ain't payback sweet?" Dian snarled with all the nastiness that one blonde could give another. Markie's hands fell to her crotch and Dian moved in for the kill. She fired a shot to her groaning rival's chin, watched the lovely head snap back, then stepped back and watched Markie stagger back once more into the ropes. "Got special plans for this blonde hussy," Dian thought as she slipped off her gloves and moved in close.

Dian fired two punches into Markie's stomach, then an uppercut to her chin that put Markie on the ropes. Darting in fast, Dian grabbed Markie's hair with her left hand and yanked down bending her busty rival backwards. Her free hand shot up, grabbed Markie's top and jerked down completely freeing her full beautiful left breast. "Nice titty, Markie dear," Dian hissed as she grabbed the erect nipple, pinched it hard then shook the breast, before giving the nipple a final painful twist before releasing it."

"YIEEEEEEEE!" Markie shrieked as her face turned beet red. She heard Dian snickering and the crowd going wild.

"I'll kill the bitch…no, I'll humiliate her first, then I'll…" Markie vowed as she felt Dian's palm smack her wounded "pride and joy."

"Ungggggh." Markie's abdomen exploded from another well placed fist. Her scalp burst into fiery pain as she felt herself yanked off the ropes. The room seemed to be spinning. It wasn't the room…it was her!

"Enjoying our little dance, sweetie?"

THUNK! Dian watched her dazed and embarrassed rival tumble to the canvas, then she zipped in and ripped off Markie's top, baring her impressive breasts! She fired a swift kick to Markie's ribs, then turned to the crowd holding her hands up and waving delightfully from her assumed victory as she twirled Markie's top in her fingers before sling-shotting it to a lucky fan. "Wow, all this applause for little old me," Dian cackled as she thrust her chest out and pranced around like a cocky barnyard rooster. Her full breasts bulged out of her top as she continued her victory celebration, ignoring Markie.

"Hey folks, how'd you like me to strip the smartass little blonde tart?" she yelled.

Dian heard the thunderous applause but failed to note the look in their eyes that signaled a surprise to come. Markie had removed her gloves, fired her willpower, and mapped out a winsome strategy. No more foxy boxing, no more horsing around. One word...CATFIGHT!

"Well my dearest Markie. Let me help you up and get you nake...UNGGGGGH!"

The fist rocked Dian's lower world. The room spun. The crowd's roar seemed to be at a much slower, lower speed, like in slowwwww motion. "Gotcha!" Markie gleefully exclaimed as she withdrew her tight fist from Dian's groin. She smiled as she stood completely up and her rival staggered, her long legs wobbled and she grunted in agony. Fast and furious fists met tight abs, tender ribs, and huge beautiful breasts. Markie fired just enough punches to take most of the fight out of her rival. "Wanna fight, honey? Like real women? It goes something like this sweetie!" Markie started her demonstration with a blistering backhand slap that turned Dian's head and once arrogant face halfway around. A quick round of vicious hair pulling was followed by three more slaps. Backhand, forehand, backhand. "Time to lose a bit of your long ago lost dignity, honey-bunch."

RIPPPPPPP! Markie cut loose with an appreciative gasp as she saw Dian's huge beautiful breasts bounce free. Her completely involuntary response was matched by a much louder totally voluntary response from the fans. "Bulls-eye!" Markie snipped as the third knuckle in her tight fist connected with the rock hard pleasure nub that had instantly become her target. Dian groaned once, then twice as each of her thick stiff nipples felt the "burn."

Markie snickered as she watched Dian gingerly cup her breasts and stagger backwards. She zipped in, reached up, grabbed a double handful of blonde hair, jerked Dian's head down fast, took a quick run taking her rival for a stroll and introduced her head to the turnbuckle.

"Unggggghhh," Dian groaned as her world exploded into a hundred brilliant mind numbing stars. A fast, angry strong arm wrapped around her throat. She gasped as the pressure intensified. Her lower back burst into pain as a painful punch to the kidneys again rocked her world. A downward pull, a flip of the hips and Dian's backside slammed into the canvas her long legs flipping up forming a sexy "V."

"Yeowwwwch. My foot. My legs...AIEEEEE." THUNK! "Uhhhhhhh."

Markie grabbed Dian's ankles and dug her sharp nails in deep as she twisted her legs hard. With a smirk she placed her foot between her rival's legs and pressed down. Relishing her opponent's every groan, Markie administered her version of a much needed attitude adjustment. After what seemed to Dian an eternity, Markie released her, dropped down and sat on her stomach.

"Nice boobs Dian dearie. Payback is so much fun and the price seems about right doesn't it?" Markie snickered as she dug her sharp nails deep into her rival's full breasts, captured the stiff nipples and rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers before she slowly and firmly pinched the rock hard nubs; ending her torture with a vicious twist of her wrists.

"Now stand up and let's finish this little dance. People wanna see a bit more, showoff!" Markie snarled as grabbed Dian by the hair and jerked her to her feet.

Feeling sore, humiliated, angry and desperate Dian took a wild swing. Markie ducked, drove home a perfect punch that introduced Dian's naval to her spine. As Dian gasped, Markie pulled her to the ropes. Another solid punch to the jaw snapped Dian's head back as her eyes glazed. An upper body smash sent the busty blonde backwards into the ropes. Marie smiled as she watched Dian hook her arms over the top rope. In a flash Markie zipped in, grabbed her rival's shorts and in one smooth move pulled Dian's shorts and panties to her ankles.

"You bitch!" Dian gasped as Markie's knee to the crotch took the last of the fight out of her.

A deliciously wicked look flashed across Markie's face. She dropped down, grabbed the fallen shorts and panties. Markie's upper body and arm muscles bulged as she tore the fabric to shreds, then in a move that rivaled any cowboy tying a rodeo calf, she grabbed Dian's arms, lifted them up, slapped them together, tied her wrists together, then bound them to the top rope.

"Now the show's about to start," Markie snipped as she ran her hands over her nude and tied rivals full breasts and headed south to paradise valley.

"Noooo. Stop it. Please. Don't. Noooooo," Dian groaned as Markie's fingers found their intended target and began to execute due service and attention. Her free hand yanked at Dian's hair a bit to force her to arch her back and thrust out her chest to the max. Then her fingers captured an erect nipple, teased and tweaked it as she leaned forward, dropped her face down, extended her tongue and flicked Dian's other nipple. The captive blonde's once arrogant, defiant attitude and hit neutral, then went the complete opposite direction and began to express itself in highly audible nonverbal communication. "Ooooooh. Uhhhhhh. Oooooooh," Dian cooed, groaned and gasped as her voice ascended the verbal scale.

The crowd joined in, clapping and matching their cheers to Dian's "tempo" until the final note was played.

"Sorry honey. Sorry folks, no encore tonight," Markie announced in a rather soft voice. The crowds cheering had suddenly stopped. Almost matching Dian's soft and quiet moans. "It's lights out honey-pot," Markie said as she cupped her own full breasts, placed them over her rival's face and pressed together. To Markie's surprise and delight, Dian's tongue found her erect nipple. "Too bad. Too little, too late."

The pleasure of bidding her rival goodnight overcame Markie's desire for fun…at least for the moment. As she felt Dian's body go limp, Markie did her own victory strut. She smiled, cupped her beautiful breasts, shook them, teased her erect nipples and blew the fans kisses. She couldn't believe she was so uninhibited. The ambiance of the Porn Club seemed to have strange effects on the women who walked through its doors.

The crowd signaled it wanted more and different action and Markie was happy to oblige. She slipped over to Dian, untied her and gently laid her down. Two women fans were quick to help her lift Dian out of the ring. Some ice cold beer splashed on her face and slowly drizzled over her luscious chest brought Dian back to unconsciousness….be it all that unwelcome. Then the three carried the weakly struggling Dian into a back room furnished like a luxury hotel suite. Then, at Markie's request, her two very disappointed would-be helpers left.

"Come on, Dian dear, the night is young! You and I are gonna have some fun….well for sure, I am," Markie purred as she leaned over and ran her tongue over a luscious full breast, enjoying the salty taste of beer and sweat. "Let's see, how's it go…..come on down!"

"Nooooooo. Ummmmmmmm..."

The intermission following Markie's massacre allowed the audience to take a break to refresh their make-up and/or get drinks while the TV broadcast ran promos and interviews with Club members promoting their projects. The break ended prematurely, however, after the angry, spirited exchange between the two 'Wonder Women' in the bar. Everyone hurried back into the arena taking their seats, among them some once huge stars of 1980's TV shows and movies who’d come to see the main event and they including Joan Collins, Diahann Carroll and Linda Evans of 'Dynasty';

Cybill Shepherd of 'Moonlighting' with her 'girlfriend' Christine Baranski, her costar in 'Cybill'. Adrianne Barbeau, buxom beauty of 'Maude' and the current HBO hit 'Carnivale' was with another busty beauty, Mariah Carey.


But the oddest coupling of the evening (by far) was Academy Award winning actress Jessica Lange who arrived arm-in-arm with 'Blackspoitation' Queen Bitch, Pam Grier. Everyone kept an eye on the two of them all night, trying to figure out which one was in charge and no doubt hoping they'd suddenly drop their dresses and start swinging. But once Cat and Lynda stepped into the ring, all eyes were on them!

"My moneys on the one and only real Wonder Woman," one spectator said as she stared at Lynda in the ring, prancing around with her fists in the air. Lynda looked fantastic wearing her tight, short, low-cut dress, fishnet stockings and heels. Excited observers were trying to decide if they wanted to see her in her original "Wonder Woman" uniform with her huge bulging breasts threatening to pop out from the sexy costume, or the sexy way she looked at present.

"Sorry ladies, she's no youngster anymore, Wonder Woman's a granny now," another patron said as she gave the new, younger, Wonderbabe a slow, lustful top-to-bottom scan. Indeed, Cat was drop-dead gorgeous in a tight blouse, short skirt, pantyhose and heels. Cat's face showed no hint of apprehension and her eyes sparkled with anticipation, sure of a quick victory. She did a little prance through the cheering crowd on her way to the ring, then stopped and kicked off her heels.

"Gosh those legs! Perfect calf muscles, ummmmm," a woman at ringside purrred, licking her lips.

"Ladies, you're in for a fun treat tonight; a blast from the past vs. a babe from the present. Uuhhh, errr, oh what the hell, Wonder Women, get your, ummmm, wonderful bodies over here. We want to see a clean fight, but awww hell, you know by now anything, and I mean anything, goes! Ready, set, CATFIG...ACKK!!"

The ring announcers words stuck in her throat as she was knocked aside, by the angry, charging, screaming, Lynda Carter.

"I'm gonna kill you," Lynda screamed as she slammed into Cat like a linebacker and grabbed her around the hips with both hands. Cat groaned as Lynda's shoulder slammed into her chest and her legs flew out from under her as Lynda just bowled her over. The hard canvas ring came up and smacked her lovely backside while Lynda trampled right over the top of her.

"Uhhhhhh!" Cat groaned as, instinctively, her arms flew upward to wrap around Lynda's leg as she stormed by.

"Aaaaaack, let gooo....whoa! Uhhhhhh!" WHUMP! Lynda sprawled to the mat chest-first; one leg trapped by Cat's firm grasp.

In a flash Cat was up and crawling toward her downed rival.

"Gotcha! Uhhhhh...." Cat's proud cry of acquisition ended abruptly when her stomach got a hard backkick from Lynda, her heel smashing into Cat's abs just below her naval. Two long amazingly strong legs wrapped up Cat and a twist of Lynda's hips brought her down hard to the mat.

"Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!" Lynda moved in quickly, digging into Cat's hair and when Cat returned the favor, their bodies became as one; two deliciously melded beautiful busty brunettes in an all-out catfight; fingers pulling beautiful dark hair, ripping silky fabric; four bulging breasts mushrooming together and four long legs in an erotic grapevine! The erotic sound of slaps and punches on supple female flesh mingled with the erotic muffled RIIIPPPPP of pantyhose and fishnet stockings being torn and shredded.

"Arggggh! Ouchhhh! My boob....HEY, that hurt you bitch!" Lynda's face flushed with embarrassed anger as she snarled her protest and voiced her surprise the erotic, yet hurtful tactic as Cata grabbed and squeezed her huge luscious right breast.

"Don't tell me you never did THIS?" Cat said as she grabbed for Lynda's other peak.

"We fought like ladies then," Lynda snarled as she captured Cat's arms, squeezed hard and then dug her sharp thumbnails into the tender insides of her wrists.

"ARGGGGGH!" Cat gasped, but instead of releasing her captured 'twins' she dug her fingers deeper! Lynda did likewise and both of their lovely faces contorted in agony. Lynda groaned, her breasts on fire while Cat's wrists blazed with pain. Both screamed as they summoned the strength in their legs, groaned as they rolled over and over; Cat once again ended up on top; her skirt clear up to her waist, but Lynda's dress had been forced higher still and the crowd got a prime erotic view of the lovely warriors' legs, thighs and sexy southern territory.

BONK! "Uhhhhhh...." RIIPPPPPP! Cat's numbing headbutt, brought tears to Lynda's eyes and she released Cat's wrists but she couldn't keep Cat from tearing open the front of her dress to expose her sheer black lace bra. WHACK! "Uhhhhh!" WHACK!! "Uhhhhhh...." Cat gave Lynda's face two blistering slaps, then another headbutt that left her stunned.

"Now get up, Miss Wonder Woman," Cat snarled as she jumped up, buried her fingers in Lynda's hair and jerked her to her feet. WHACK!! WHACK!! RIPPPPP! BOOM! "Uhhhhhhh." Two bitchslaps sent Lynda staggering back, then Cat grabbed the front of her torn dress and ripped it again; this time stripping the dress open down to Lynda's panties. She screamed, then groaned as Cat drilled a hard punch to her left breast, knocking the huge mound halfway out of its cup.

"Still think you're the babe, Granny?" Cat snarled as she grabbed a double handful of long luxurious black hair and whipped Lynda's lovely head back and forth, leaving her dizzy. When she released Lynda's hair, Cat slapped her several more times, then threw her back into the ropes.

"Uhhhhh!" Lynda groaned as she bounced off the ropes right back to Cat who drilled a corkscrew punch to her stomach.

Lynda doubled over clutching her belly and it was an easy matter for Cat to reach over her, grab back of her bra and snap it hard! She laughed as the thick strap hit with a loud THWAP that made Lynda yelp as she jerked back upright.

"Come on, Lynda honey, lets dance," Cat taunted. "That means let's fight, old timer," she giggled as she began to prance around, fists flashing as she shadowboxed with an imaginary Wonderfoe.

"Yeaaaiahhh!" Lynda shouted suddenly as she suddenly charged Cat with a savage yell. The quick move caught Cat off guard.

RIIPPPPPP! "Oh shit!" Cat groaned as the lunging Lynda suddenly pulled Cat's blouse and tore it open, exposing Cat's overstuffed black lace bra. Lynda fired a punch to Cat's ribs before quickly ducking to the side and stepping back, laughing. "That does it slut, playtime's over," Cat shouted, her face flushing with embarrassment at her sudden exposure and her carelessness. Cat was furious!

"Damn she's pissed! Carter, you know, the 'real' Wonder Woman, is toast just wait and see," an excited fan cackled.

Cat charged in swinging and Lynda met her head-on! SHOOSH...WAAP! Lynda's first swing missed clean and Cat nailed her in the stomach. WHOOSH...WHOOSH...WHOOSH. SPLAT! SPLAAT! SPLAAAT! Lynda swung wildly, her punches all roundhouses; all telegraphed and all eluded as Cat blocking efficiently, perfectly. Sensing the power of Lynda's punches, Cat was glad she'd had a bit much to drink; that plus her being a "little up in age" helped too and each time Lynda missed a punch, Cat hammered home solid punches, one to the ribs, then one to each lovely breast. Lynda gasped as her knees began to waver and she staggered back, her trembling hands covering her jiggling breasts.

Cat had felt the woman's thick erect nipples whenever her fists connected and she knew Lynda was aroused by the conflict. Not since Charlize Theron had Cat enjoyed the sensation of feeling such aroused nipples being inverted by her knuckles and she licked her lips as her eyes zeroed in on her rivals lovely, heaving chest. "God she's built," Cat thought to herself as she heard the crowd cheer as Lynda righted herself and charged again, swinging with both fists and snarling.

"Grrrrr...awwwwAHHHH!" Lynda's savage erotic growl turned to a loud, agonizing gasp as Cat's leg shot out and up, the sole of her her foot smashing into Lynda's groin. Lynda's beautiful eyes widened, then rolled back as she crumpled to her knees clutching her wounded womanhood.

"Why, my dear Wonder Woman, you're on your knees," Cat taunted. "My, my, whatever is wrong with you tonight?" Cat stepped in close to the gasping beauty and whispered, "My, what big boobs you have, no surprise why you're called WONDER Woman?"

Cat stepped behind Lynda, wrapped her left arm around her in a choke and reached over her shoulder to squeeze her right breast. "OW! Stop that, RIGHT NOW!" Lynda gasped as she reached up to grab Cat's arm but her fingers caught nothing but air. Cat's hands were already gone, now in her hair, jerking her to her feet and whipping her around. THUD! The unmistakable sound of a hard knee slamming into a lower back filled Lynda's ears, quickly followed by the excruciating pain shooting up her spine! Cat grabbed Lynda's arms and jerked them both back, forcing Lynda to bend over backward, thrusting her massive chest up and out.

"Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Let gooOOH! AIEEEE!" Lynda shrieked, in pain as the crowd's eyes zeroed in on her huge breasts that seemed about to spring out of her top as she was bent into the most erotic contortions.

"Listen to 'em cheer for you WONDER Woman! They wanna see your tits; your big, big Wonderboobs," Cat giggled as she jerked hard on the captive arms as Lynda struggled and strained to pull them free.

"What the hel...Uhhhh...NOOOOO! Aieeeeee!" Cat suddenly released Lynda's arms and she almost fell on her face as she flew forward - until she felt a sharp jerk from Cat grabbing the back of her bra. Lynda reached up and clasped her hands over her boobs as Cat unsnapped the bra and it went slack, then her scalp erupted in searing pain as Cat grabbed a handful of hair, yanked her to her feet, pulled her into a reverse headlock as she dragged her toward the ropes. "Uhhhhhh," Lynda groaned as she bent backward into the ropes, then Cat darted in, reached up, grabbed her hair and kept her bent backward over the top rope so her huge breasts jutted skyward, barely covered by the loose bra. As Lynda moaned in agony, her huge breasts heaved and jiggled with each labored breath. Cat smiled out into the leering crowd and licked her lips.

"Wanna see Wonder Woman's Wonders?" Cat shouted and the crowd answered with a loud "YEAH!" To Lynda's long drawn out agony, Cat slowly pulled the remainder of her shredded dress off; then applied a most painful stomach claw. Every muscle in Lynda's gorgeous body tensed as she squirmed, her calf, leg and thigh muscles tightened in the shredded remains of her fishnet stockings. "Then let's see 'em!" Cat's husky raspy-with-lust voice snarled as she reached out and grabbed the loose bra between the cups, slowly pulled, then yanked hard!

Lynda groaned, the crowd gasped and Cat grinned as Wonder Woman's two huge beautiful "wonders" burst into view; her already erect nipples stiffening in the cool air. "Nooooo, oh please no, please, NOOOOOOO!" Lynda shouted as Cat's free hand slowly slid down her chest, over her abs, then lower until she reached the top of her panties. Cat grabbed the waistband and sloooooowly, pulled them down.

"Now they won't have to wonder about Wonder Woman, anymore," Cat giggled as Lynda's face turned as bright a red as the crimson of her famous costume.

"I'm gonna kill you, Bell - you twisted bitch!" Lynda rasped, trying to ignore the embarrassing pleasure she was feeling from Cat's fingers teasing her left nipple. Cat yanked Lynda's hair, twisting her neck back as she leaned forward, lowering her mouth. Cat's tongue flickered out, flicking and brushing lightly over Lynda's hard nipple. "Uhhhhh, I WILL kill you....that's a promise," Lynda rasped, then she gasped as Cat began to hungrily suckle the thick nipple as she squeezed the huge full breast firmly in one hand as her other hand worked its magic 'down below'..

Back in the shadows, two women stood side by side watching the scene in the ring with increasing impatience.

"Wanna call a truce, hon?" Loni Anderson asked her companion through angrily pursed lips.

"Yeah!" Victoria Principal muttered. "For now! Looks like Ms. Somebody needs a hard lesson, agreed?"

"Hell yes! Let's you and me teach Miss PussyCat Bell a lesson about respecing her betters! Ready? C'mon, let's get the bitch!!"

The two lovely "80's era" actresses, clasped hands and began a slow, deliberate walk down the aisle toward the ring, trying to ignore the roar of the crowd and their own lustful urges at the erotic spectacle before them. They'd originally come to fight each other; and they still hated one another, but strangely, they'd put aside their rivalry so they could sink their fingers into the lush, lovely body of the victorious Cat Bell who had shown such blatant disrespect toward one of the 'revered icons' of their era.

"Get her!" "Do it!" "Strip her naked!" Loud cheers from the excited crowd at the club signaled the fans' catfight lust had reached a fever pitch as they cheered Cat on and 'cautiously suggested' she finish Lynda off. Most barely noticed the two busty, sensuously dressed lovely women, both stars of the Eighties as they approached the ring.

"Noooooooo...." Lynda's scream rose slightly above the crowds roar as Cat delivered a blistering backhand to her beautiful face. An incredibly hard and lightning fast elbow slammed into Lynda's stomach producing another sound, "Uhhhhhhh..."

"Now you're history, Wonder Woman!" Cat snarled as she grabbed a doublehandful of luscious black hair and jerked the almost naked brunette bombshell off the ropes. Cat ran forward, then released her captive, sending Lynda into the ropes on the far side of the ring. Lynda bounced off the ropes and let out a loud squeal when she was met with a hard roundhouse kick.

"Ooopfhhh! Unggggghhh!" The older brunette's beautiful eyes rolled back in dazed, pained confusion. Before Lynda could react, Cat had ducked in and shredded or tore off the last shredded remnants of her fishnets. "Noooooo...Aiieeeee!" Lynda screamed a last humiliated feeble protest as Cat stripped her naked.

THUMP! The sound of hard knee meeting pubic bone filled Lynda's body with numbness; her eyes shot wide open in pain and she grunted a low groan as Cat grabbed her hair and jerked her head around, holding it in perfect position for the uppercut to that lovely chin that sent Lynda flying back into the ropes. Lynda hung draped momentarily half out of the ring over the top rope, then she sprang back and did a slow pirouette as she crashed down on her back to the mat in a most erotic, seemingly slow motion, tumble. She hit hard, her huge breasts bouncing and rolling on her chest, her long lovely hair flying in the breeze created by her own momentum.

Cat smiled as she delivered the final punch, a perfect exclamation point to her victory. She found she had become highly aroused with the excitement of the fight and watching her long-admired lovely rival go down in slow motion filled her with delight. When Lynda hit the canvas, Cat's eyes narrowed as she focused on her rivals sheer, exquisite beauty.

"Now to enjoy the 'spoils of victory'," Cat tought. "Ummmmmm....YEIAWWWWWHH!"
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Chick Clash at the Club: Part 2 - Cat Bell vs. Victoria Principal and Loni Anderson by TNT

But Cat's eager approach toward her conquered rival to claim her much-deserved and highly-desired 'dessert' came screeching to a halt as a loud, angry challenge; half-shout, half-growl, but unmistakeable a challenge, pierced her eardrums. And that "invitation to battle" seemed to have an echo. As Cat turned, she saw she was facing not one, but two beautiful, angry challengers.

"You bitch, we're gonna kill you!" Victoria said; and Loni nodded in agreement.

"What the hell?" Cat shouted in shock and dismay; quickly glancing back at the beautifully naked "Wonder Woman" who lay spread-eagled in a most luscious and vulnerable position.

"You're mean!" Loni said with that famously cute pout.

"And you fight dirty!" Victoria added, giving Loni a glance.

"So we're gonna teach you some manners," Victoria and Loni said in unison.

Victoria cautiously approached Cat, a little shocked by her words and still unable to believe she was in the ring at the famous club approaching the legendary warrior Cat Bell. Victoria had heard all the rumors for Cat was a catfight legend. Victoria stared into her rivals beautiful brown eyes, looking for signs of weakness but she found none! She grimaced her lovely face into a snarl. "Wha?" Was that a smirk on Cat's face. Suddenly Victoria felt a chill run down her spine.

"I'm ...uh, we're... going to pound you good," Victoria continued, emphasizing "We" and hoping to hear assurance and confidence, almost anything actually from her lovely blonde partner. Silence! Sheer, spooky, unnerving silence was all she heard..

"Loni? Loni say something," Victoria insisted. "Tell Bell how we're gonna pound her tits into the mat," Victoria said, her voice now displaying a bit of a quiver.

Loni smiled as she watched Victoria edge closer to the tall busty brunette. Loni was a blonde, alright, but she was no dummy - far from it! Entering the ring with Victoria, Loni deliberately hung back, allowing her new 'partner to take the lead. She'd just watched Cat take out Lynda Carter EASILY and, besides, Loni hated Victoria! She'd come that night specifically to fight and beat her, to humiliate her. But that damn last minute change of plans had ruined her opportunity; her perfect plans. Now, she'd deceive Victoria, let Cat take her out while she stood by and watched, then she could still swoop in and claim her 'prize' when Cat was done. The tall busty blonde looked at Cat's puzzled expression and their eyes met. Victoria was closing in, fists raised. Cat knew she had to act butr as her eyes locked with Loni's, Cat saw the blondes' eyes gleam mischievously, deviously; her full luscious sensuous lips purse as she spat, "Bitch!" Then she smiled!

"YEIIIII-AHHHH!" Victoria's fist blazed out fast and furious as she launched her all-out attack with an angry shout.

WHOOSH...WHOOSH! SPLAT! "Uhhhhh..." SPLAT! "Unggggh..." The crowd watched in silence, allowing each sound of flying fists to fill the air.

"Ahhhhh! Good thing this is older chicks," Pam Grier whispered to Jessica Lange. "Otherwise it'd be a crashing bore!"

"Two lovely bodies, I give Cat about thirty more seconds," Adrianne Barbeau told Mariah Carey, giving her a pinch on the butt.

Cat blocked Victoria's flurry of blows easily, then fired back with hard, fast, accurate punches targeting Victoria's stomach, ribs and finally those two big, beautiful breasts. Cat's next punch found Victoria's jaw but she carefully pull her punch slightly, not wanting to knock Victoria out or even daze her too badly. She wanted Victoria wide awake when she experienced the bit of humiliation Cat had planned for her because she never liked Victoria!

Although Cat had admired the 'Dallas' star and duly noted her beauty, she discovered in later years that Victoria was a bit too haughty, uppity and generally obnoxious; a trait Victoria shared with another of Cat's antagonists, Charlize Theron! And that lovely face, and pretty hair; Victoria just seemed to be 'begging' for a good face slapping and a lot of hair-pulling. And Cat was more than willing to fulfill her 'wish'!

"Vicky, hon, you're losing," Cat hissed. "You oughta try a new strategy?" Cat wore a confident smile as she snapped a punch to her rivals firm left breast and noted with satisfaction her knuckles dug deep - something she'd never experienced with Charlize!!.

"Uhhhhhh....Ouch, that hurt," Victoria protested as she threw a flurry of punches in Cat's direction.

"Change strategy Vicky. It means fight a different way, doofus. And lose the heels," Cat shouted as she deflected three blows, and returned a punch to her outmatched opponents flat stomach.

"Uhhhhhhh! Whooa...uhhhhm..." Victoria grunted as Cat's fist sank into her abs. Then Victoria's ankle gave out as her heel broke, sending her stumbling forward into Cat..

"Gotcha sweetie," Cat said as she caught Victoria by the hair.

"Yieowwwwch!"

"This is a different tactic; got it?" Cat snickered as she pulled Victoria's hair, jerking her head back and delivering a blistering backhand to her lovely cheek.

"Upsie-daisy....I mean Upsie-Vicky," Cat laughed as she jerked Victoria to her feet where a hard punch to the chin sent her staggering back into Loni who’d been leaning on the ropes enjoying every second of the lopsided battle.

"OW! Hey, watch it," Loni snarled.

"Damn you Loni, you should be helping!" Victoria whined. "We're partners....you promised!"

"Oh shut up and go fight her," Loni said. "You can take her yourself," she growled as she gave Victoria's hair a painful tug. "Let this motivate you!" Loni cackled as she again yanked her 'partners' hair, then reached down and cupped a firm breast to give it a painful squeeze.

"OW! Why you bitch!" Victoria screamed, her face turning bright red with anger.

Cat's laughter angered Victoria further and she scrambled to her feet and charged her giggling rival.

"Wha...? Unnnnnhhhhhh!" Cat suddenly grunted, sucking air as Victoria's lowered head smacked into her stomach. She backpedaled a few steps as her tight abs absorbed the blow, then quickly recovered and seized the opportune target of choice. RIPPPPP! Victoria's silky blouse was torn in two right down the back in one erotic, smooth, catfight move. Cat pulled the torn blouse off, unsnapped her bra and slammed her elbow hard into the doubled over Victoria's back.

"Uhhhhhh," Victoria moaned as a vicious hairpull brought her head up in perfect position for a blistering backhand. “AIEEEEE!" she screamed as Cat grabbed the straps of her loose bra and yanked. The lace held for a second before giving way and yielding the spotlight to her two big beautiful breasts. WHAP! "AIEEEEEE!" SLAP! "Uhhhhhhh." Victoria screamed as Cat immediately went for the new targets, aiming stinging slaps and firm punches. Victoria staggered and reeled with each crisp slap!

"Beats the hell out of Friday night fights!" one heavy-set woman in the back row yelled.

"Yeah, but don't ya just love the clinches?" another said as she stared at the erotic sight.

"Umpphhh! Uhhhhhh...Let GO of me, you stupid bitch," Victoria gasped as she struggled frantically to escape Cat's bearhug; Cat's biceps, arm, shoulder and back muscles bulging as she reduced her topless rival to a gasping whimpering captive.

"Yeah, too bad they ain't both naked, at least up top," a local college professor noted as she jotted hurriedly in a notepad.

"Just wait, they will be! They don't call this the 'Porn' club for nothin," another said, knowing the club's reputation for surprises.

"Hey, whatcha doin' here? You're supposed to be out there."

"What are you a cowar..."

"WIMP!"

"COWARD!"

"TRAITOR!"

"FAKE BLONDE BIMBO...Yeah, you better run bitch!"

The surprised fan's observation and question about her character was repeated loud and clear by Cat who had seen Loni slink away, leaving Victoria to fight - and suffer - alone.

"Wimp?" Not too bad an insult.

"Coward?" Well, maybe?

"Traitor?" Thanks for the complement.

"Fake blonde?" What the hell! Now you're going down, you brunette bitch!

"YIEEEEAHIAH! I'm gonna kill you, you arrogant bitch!" Loni, had been slinking toward the exit, but upon hearing Cat's "Fake Blonde Bimbo" accusation, she spun around so fast she broke a heel. Loni took three fast angry, wobbly steps toward the ring then screeched to a halt and removed her heels, firing them hard toward the ring.

"Ouch!" Victoria yelped as one hit her in the butt, the other heel missing Cat by a mile.

"Oh, did that hurt? Let me see," Cat leered as she reached down and tugged at Victoria's skirt.

"No, uhhhh, please," Victoria gasped as Cat unfastened her skirt and dropped it around her ankles.

"Lets see here..." Cat giggled.

"Ouch! Damn you, you bitch," Victoria winced, snarling as Cat pinched a firm asscheek, digging her nails in deep right through her French-cut panties. Cat laughed, as Victoria's face flushed red with embarrassment and anger. With a frantic burst of energy, Victoria suddenly broke away. "EEEEEEK! AHHHHHH...UHHHHHH...." Cat caught the fleeing beauty with a hair grab, spun her around and drove her fist deep into her belly. As Victoria staggered gulping air, Cat wrapped her up in a crushing bearhug.

"Listen Vic, no more nonsense OK?" Cat whispered in her ear as she lifted her feet off the floor. "Our time is limited but your faithful partner is coming to help you. Do you see her? She should be getting in the ring right behind me. Can you see Miss Fake Blonde Lo...UGHHHHHH! Argggh...uhhhhh!" Cat's smirking, confident expression disappeared and her face went white from the sledgehammer fist that slammed into her right kidney with all the force that an in-shape, tanned and muscular (albeit "fake blonde") could muster.

"Listen, Bell, now you're gonna get it from me - and from Loni - got it?" Victoria's disposition had changed as quickly as the color drained from Cat's face; her quivering voice suddenly confident and firm, her whimpering pleas now cold hard threats.

Cat's arms released her tight bearhug, the muscles in her arms relaxing just as Victoria tightened hers and she heard Cat's gasp, felt her breath on her shoulder as her arm, shoulder and back muscles contracted. Victoria smiled as she felt Cat's erect nipples through her blouse and bra pressing against her own thick rock hard sensitive nubs.

"I'm going to enjoy taking you down," Victoria hissed in Cat's ear. "Stripping you naked!"

"Thank God, its ‘bout time we had a real fight," a slender brunette in the front row said to her African-American date.

"Yep; two on ones, them's great! Three knockout babes with real big knockers...them's the kinds of fights, I likes, yessirree," the rowdy looking Black woman said, her voice quivering with anticipation.

"Bet Cat takes all three of 'em," another said, leaning over and waving a hundred dollar bill in the black woman's face.

"Betcha she don't," the woman said, snatching the bill and stuffing it down between her big boobs.

"I see your bet, raise ya a date with...who's that babe...?"

"Uschi?"

"Yeah that's her; and I bet that blonde (I hear she's a fake blonde) takes 'em both out," a third said.

"EYAHHHHH!" Cat's bloodcurdling scream shattered the betting fans' concentration. Their attention refocused on a most erotic, exciting sight for the tall busty brunette was now the fight of her life, not for victory, but for survival! Victoria's hands flew rapidly from pulling Cat's hair to ripping her blouse while Loni pummeled her back, her neck and her ribs with lightning fast and accurate punches and the THUMP and THUD of Loni's fists on Cat's toned body echoed in the hushed arena!

"Nooooo...Ummpfffh...STOP....I'll kill yo...unnhhhhh!" Cat's protests, screams and groans went unheeded as Victoria ripped her blouse open, then fired a series of hard punches into her stomach and breasts. Stepping back, Victoria slapped Cat, then squeezed and punched down onto her huge beautiful breasts as they bounced and swayed on her chest. The harder Cat struggled, the more her plunging black lace bra yielded up its two massive treasures as Victoria's tugging on her sexy bra soon had the lovely dark areola peeking slowly over the top of their cups ready to make and eye and heart-stopping appearance. The crowd was fast reaching a fever pitch; once wildly cheering for Cat, the crowd had slowly "changed its collective mind" as now more were aghast at how cruel and vicious Cat had been and longed to see her punished. That was all fine and dandy to some; but there were others who simply wanted to see the lovely Cat taken down, having admired her fantastic beauty and luscious body that they now wished to see slowly and erotically revealed.

"Isn't this fun, Miss PussyCat? Now I'm gonna take this bra off, sweet....EEEEEEE....unhhhhh!" Victoria's "boobie baring" threat came to a shattering end as her groin erupted into painful numbness thanks to Cat's uprising knee! But Cat's smirk disappeared as quickly as Victoria's pain appeared when Loni smashed her forearm into the back of Cat's head, then wrapped her arm around her neck and tightened it into a near-perfect chokehold.

"Uhhhhh!" (gasp...gurgle) Cat groaned and moaned as Loni began to choke her; she winced as her back was strained, bent into an excruciating backward arc as Loni's hard knuckles slammed into her tender kidneys and Loni's knee pounded up into her butt..

"Comfy Cat?" Loni laughed, her beautiful brown eyes sparkling as she heard Cat's spine creak and felt rather than heard a quivering whimper escape Cat's sensuous lips.

"That wasn't very nice!" Victoria hissed, determined angry words from the quick recovering brunette sent a shiver up Cat's spine. "Like I said, about your bra, dearie," Victoria smiled, taking a long look at the eager audience who were on the edges of their seats awaiting her much anticipated 'unveiling' as she slowly reached for Cat's bra. "Should I?" she asked the eager crowd and noting Cat's squirming, pleading and the sweat forming on her brow, Victoria smiled as she waited until Loni bent Cat back a little more.

"Noooooo.. doooon't," Cat whimpered when Victoria ran a long index fingertip over the sensitive dark areola and erect nipples peeking out of her bra. Then Cat gasped as Victoria tugged the bra down just enough to expose both nipples, teasing the stiff nubs with the tip of her finger. "Arggggh!" Cat's loud cry filled the room when Victoria grabbed both huge breasts, and squeezed and twisted them clear up and out of the bra.

"Now that hurts big time," a woman in the second row chirped as she licked her lips, her face breaking into a smile. "I really enjoyed doing it to that bitch messing with my steady girl."

"Yeah, like you ever had a steady gal!" another laughed as she stepped behind the woman, cupped her breasts, pulled her head to one side, leaned in and gave the beauty a hard, long slow kiss. "You've been cattin' 'round long as I've known you!"

"Gosh, the action here's better'n in there," a matronly woman said, blushing as she looked for a place to quickly sit down and fan herself

"Kieeeayiahhh!" The loud savage warcry startled the two attackers as Cat sprang into action. A hard fast kick to Victoria's thigh, a quick twist of her body, a backward pelvic thrust in quick succession gave Cat enough room to slam an elbow back into Loni's chest. Then a reach up, a hair grab and an expert downward twisting motion and Loni barely got the scream past her luscious full lips before her unwanted acrobatic flip brought her butt crashing down to the canvas at Victoria's feet!

"Karate? Judo? Whatcha think?" one technically minded fan queried her neighbor.

"Who the hell cares, dumb ass, just shaddup an' watch the fight!" the neighbor snarled.

"Uhhhhhh!" Loni groaned as Cat dropped down to her knees, putting her full weight into the punch down into Loni's belly.

"Nooooo..." RIPPPPPPPP! "You bitch, I'll kill you!" Cat snarled as she tore into Loni with a flurry of punches, then pulled and tore at her blouse and skirt. Loni grabbed Cat's hair, raised her legs and wrapped them around Cat as the action heated up.

"Uhhhhh!"

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhh..."

The two women rolled around pulling hair, slapping and punching as their skirts rode high and higher. Long, muscular, pantyhose clad legs entwined as they battled for control. Strong, eager, nimble fingers plucked, pulled and clawed pantyhose and soft supple skin as two tigresses went at it tooth and nail. Victoria stood off to one side, watching, waiting, wanting to jump in but a bit afraid of being torn to pieces if she got between them. She wisely waited for just the right moment, cheering Loni on...and Loni needed encouragement!

"Damn you, this blouse was expensive. NO....not the bra please...OUCH!" Loni's angry protests did little to deter Cat as she ripped her blouse to shreds, then tore into her bra, quickly breaking one shoulder strap. Loni shrieked as Cat pulled her bra down, spilling it's pale treasure, then latched onto the luscious exposed left breast with both hands, her teeth bared in a grimace of malice.

"My tit....my tit...leggo of my tit!" Loni screamed.

Victoria burst into laughter watching Cat squeeze her captive's breast tenaciously, digging her sharp nails into the tender areola, pinching down hard and cruelly on the captured hard nipple. Loni's frantic and desperate ensuing break for freedom proved successful, although Cat had relieved her of her bra during the furious escape. A lucky backward kick as Loni lunged away hit Cat full in the face and she groaned as she lost her grip on Loni who quickly scampered away to make good her escape while Cat slumped down on all fours.

"Good job Loni, you sure taught her a lesson," Victoria cooed as she offered her hand to her topless partner. "Loni, look outtttt!"

THUD! "Uhhhhhh..." Loni's back exploded with the same pain she'd given Cat and the pain sucked the air out of her lungs as she heard the sarcastic, angry words, "I'm Baaaaack!"

Loni's first clear thought was, "How fast can that bitch be?"

WHOOOSSH! "Ouchhh! Noooooo....uhhhhhh!" Cat angrily knocked the gasping Loni out of the way as she fired a punch under Victoria's chin, then she grabbed her hair and jerked Victoria forward. As Victoria came to her, Cat raised her arms in a double fist and prepared to take Victoria out.

WHOMP! "Uhhhhhh!" THUD! "Arggggh..." Cat's surprise was caused by a sharp, excruciating pain as her lower body went numb while her upper back felt a heavy impact that snapped her head backward. Victoria, desperate and knowing how headbutts work, drove her head into Cat's crotch as she drove herself forward and down just at the same instant that Loni, furious and desperate, repeated her sledgehammer blow to Cat's tender kidneys.

"Get up cunt!" Loni snarled as she buried her fingers in Cat's dark hair and jerked her to her feet. Gasping for air, trying hard to ignore her pain, Cat raised her hands, grasping for Loni's hair but Loni's knee smashed up hard into her lower back and Cat’s arms dropped to her sides as she grunted in pain..

"Now, about that bra," Victoria hissed. She grabbed Cat's bra between the cups and pulled, stretching the bra out, then peered down inside and said loudly, "My, my, my! What have we here, you're built hon." The crowd cheered as Victoria let the bra snap back with a loud POP and Cat yelped at this new pain. "Ya know girl, you just keep putting those big boobs back in there; dontcha know everybody wants ta see 'em?" she taunted.. To the crowds delight, Victoria cupped Cat’s bra clad wonders and slowly squeezed, the soft mountains of flesh bulging upward over the top of their confining cups.

"Hmmmmm, must be Grade A government issue meat," a redhead sighed as she leaned forward in her front row seat.

"Nice! Full! Firm and well rounded," Victoria announced as if evaluating the quality of Cat’s udders. She squeezed and pinched, poked and prodded adding a running commentary that caused chuckles from the women in the audience while bringing a deep crimson flush to Cat’s cheeks. "OK, enough foreplay. Let’s see 'em!" Victoria's voice was low and husky as she and Loni were now both full of catfight lust. She playfully tugged at the shoulder straps, sliding them down halfway down off Cat’s shoulders, toying with Cat as much, if not more, than the eager crowd.

"Nooooo…AIEEEEE! Unnnhhh.." Cat grunted when Victoria tore the right off her bra and fired a punch directly into Cat’s exposed hard nipple. The luscious breast bounced wildly as Cat writhted and screamed in agony.

"Do it the again!" "Do the other!" Great suggestions from the knowledgeable crowd of ‘experts’..

"Nooooo…AIEEEEE! OWWW….ch!" Pain and pleasure. Both of Cat’s ‘treasures’ bore a pink glow from the impact of Victoria’s hard knuckles.

"So you like bearhugs, huh Bell?" Victoria grumbled. "Well, so do I!"

"Ungggggh….ohhhhh….noooo…pleeeeeeeese." Cat gasped as Victoria gave her two blistering backhand slips, fired another punch to each luscious breast.

Then Victoria put her hands on Cat’s hip and pulled, slamming herself into Cat belly to belly. Both beauties gasped as their full breasts slammed together and Loni smiled as she stepped back just a bit to allow Victoria’s arms to slide around so she could lock her hands behind Cat's upper back. Cat's arms hung at her sides trapped inside Victoria’s as the older brunette crushed her. Four beautiful breasts pancaked each other; four erect nipples did erotic battle as the two beauties bodies melted together and became as one wriggling, writhing mass of female pulchritude. As they gasped and grunted, Loni kept a tight grip on Cat's hair with her raised knee pushing firmly into Cat’s lower back.

Hearing Cat moan, Loni whispered in her ear, "Cat, hon, I think the ladies want you naked, you wanna bet?"

"Uhhhh." (gasp) NO! You wouldn't (grunt) dare….YIEEEEEE!" Cat gasped, then yyelped as Loni pulled her hair.

"Hey Vic,” Loni yelled at her partner. “Want me to strip her?"

(gasp) "Yeah, unnnnhhhh, go ahead." (gasp) "Uhhhhhh!" Victoria grunted between pulses of her bearhug, smiling at the thought of seeing Cat stripped naked. Victoria was getting tired and had just about reached her breaking point. She panting and losing strength and she felt that Cat wasn't feeling all the agony she’d hoped to dish out.

"Stop! Don't….damn you….noooooo," Cat moaned, her face beet red by the time Loni dropped her leg, reached down and unfastened Cat’s skirt, slowly letting it slip down Cat’s long, muscular legs leaving Cat topless in shredded pantyhose.

"Let her go Vic, lets have some fun with her first," Loni ordered.

"Like hell I will!"

"If you don't, I’ll pound you! How’d you like to be stripped naked and beaten - or worse - in front of this crowd, Victoria, huh?" Loni snapped.

"Fine, I'll let her go, but you'd better be sure," Victoria grumbled as she gave Cat a last hard squeeze.

"Uhhhhhhhh, finally, ahhhhh..." THUD! Cat felt instant relief; but only for an instant. Then Cat's head burst into pain as Victoria delivered a hard head butt. Cat's legs turned wobbly as two strong arms grabbed her, encircling and crushing her breasts from behind as Loni dragged her backward.

"Hmmmmmm. Girl, you do have nice tits," Loni laughed.

"Arggggh!" Cat's crotch exploded in fiery pain and when she could open her eyes, through her tears she saw Victoria's mischievous eyes and smiling, sneering face.

"Yeah, that’s it, get her; get her down there - pound that prime target!" Sunny McKay cheered as Victoria dug her claws into the screaming, shrieking, Cat's pantyhose covered crotch.

"Argggh! Let….me….GO! Damn, somebody….HELP….p…please," Cat bawled as, from behind, Loni’s fingers mauled her huge beautiful breasts, squeezing, milking them most erotically, pinching and pulling her hard, erect nipples while Victoria tore Cat's pantyhose apart, then off, piece by piece, gleefully stripping her completely naked.

"Noooooo….pleeeeeze!" Cat screamed, kicked, squirmed but her two captors easily powered her down to the canvass where a flurry of hard, well-placed, fast and furious punches rendered the desperately frantic Cat dazed and punch-drunk. In Cat’s final desperate attempts to fight back, she at least managed to finish striping Victoria naked as well and the audience applauded the sight of two gorgeous naked brunette bodies in their ring..

"Get her Victoria, pound her good," Loni screamed as she held Cat down allowing Victoria get on top of Cat and straddle her waist. Cat screamed as Victoria reared up and slapped, pinched and twisted her breasts then, to the crowds delight, Victoria and Loni leaned down and kissed their captives beautiful breasts and suckled her erect nipples. Loni even gave Cat some very unwanted, but very hot, French kisses before she sat up and asked, "Think you can handle her Vicky?"

"Yeah, no problem." Victoria chirped as she pinched Cat's nipples, pulled hard and then shook her beautiful breasts.

"Psssst, Vicky; I think she wants you to..." Loni leaned forward and whispered in her partners ear.

Victoria's face showed surprise, then shocked, then turned beet red before she smiled slowly and mischievously.

"Well, its up to you hon,” Loni chirped. “I gotta go and deal with my other partner." She reached down, grabbed Cat's nose and pinched it playfully. "See ya later, Wonder Boobs," she giggled as she got up and turned around..

"Bet she's right,” Victoria hissed down at Cat. “I bet you'd like....hmmmm...(giggle, giggle)”

She stared down at her beautiful squirming gasping prisoner as Cat's face went through expressions as fast as a catfighter goes through dirty moves; surprise that Victoria was getting off her; relief at her new freedom; then agonizing pain as Victoria's heel slammed down onto her crotch; followed by bewilderment, as Victoria moved away and fear as Victoria reappeared standing right over her with her spread legs straddling her head.

Best of all was Cat’s priceless, "Oh no, not that!" look as Victoria lowered herself into a perfect facesit.

"Noooooo...umpppffh…" Cat groaned, sending Victoria's smirking face into a broad smile.

Victoria gasped, moaned, yelped, then screamed in ecstasy as she pulled Cat's hair, jerking her fave up into her pleasure place.

"Now that's why I'm here,” one woman in the audience sighed as she fingered herself. “This beats those other clubs allta hell!"

"Yeah, and sometimes its double the fun, look over there," another said as she pointed toward the other side of the ring.

"We've got some unfinished business, Lynda," Loni snarled as she grabbed a handful of Lynda Carter's long luxurious dark hair.

"Wha…huh? Unggggh…" Lynda had just awoken from her pained daze; barely realized where she was or what had happened to her, when Loni, her ex-partner from their show 'Partners in Crime', made her lets get reacquainted gesture.

"Get your ass up, Big Boobs," Loni hissed as she fired a punch to Lynda's stomach.

WHAP! "Uhhhhh." THWAK! "Uhhhhh."

The crowd went wild as the next action event burst into reality. Loni slapped and punched the dazed Lynda around, firing punches into her huge breasts with such force, the flying boobs almost knocked Lynda out by themselves. With a fast movement, Loni lunged in, grabbed Lynda around the waist, lifted her off the canvas and let then dropped her hard on her ass. ARGHHH! Lynda hit the mat, her big boobs bounced and then then Loni pounced, took her down and scissored her legs as she reached up and grabbed those huge melons. Lynda screamed as Loni mauled her ex-partner's huge breasts, twisted and pulled her thick erect nipples viciously. At the same time, Loni locked her ankles in front of Lynda, crushing her waist, the slammed her feet down between Lynda’s legs. Slowly, powerfully, Loni used her legs to spread Lynda’s legs wide apart, giving the lucky women on that side of the ring a show never been shown on live TV before.

Soon, Loni was seated astride Lynda's face being rewarded the same way she’d suggested to Victoria who was across the ring taking herself for a second climactic canter astride Cat’s crimson face.

Back in the bar, those who couldn’t get seats in the arena were watching the live PSFC-TV feed on one of the large-screen plasma TV’s. Among them was Jeanne Pepper who had filled in tending bar during the between bouts break. "Darn, I hope they're done soon, its almost closing time," she muttered. “I’ve gotta get McKay over to Jessica Lange’s party. "Wha…what the hell?" she said as her attention was suddenly diverted from the big screen to a commotion at the opposite end of the bar. She burst into a smile, a very happy contended smile, at the sight of Markie Post moaning in ecstasy riding the face of a still naked Dian Parkinson to ecstasy. The sight of Markie moaning, groaning and humping Dian's face as she squeezed her own full breasts and pinched and pulled her rock hard nipples put an instant change in Danni’s attitude.