"WOW!" she exclaimed. "More than TEN inches?!"

Another raven-tressed beauty, Rose McGowan approached the bar eagerly after overhearing the boastful proclamation. She slid her fine ass onto the stool beside Thora as Bruce casually filled a small teak wood bowl with mixed nuts and replied enthusiastically, "Yep!"

"My God Bruce, no wonder Brooke Burns latched onto you! The dumb bitch must be an idiot for dumping you!" declared Rose as her eyes flashed with wonder. "But...honestly, what the HELL do you do with more than TEN inches?!"

Thora erupted with a girlish giggle as Bruce placed his elbows on the bar and leaned forward until he was nearly nose to nose with Rose and smirked, "Sweetheart, we're talking about the ground clearance of the Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. What'd ya THINK we were talking about?!"

Rose's cheeks reddened a bit as she gazed back at Bruce with a coy smile, "Silly me! What on earth WAS I thinking? Must've had a 'Color of Night' flashback," she said, moistening her lips with a languid swirl of her pink tongue. "I guess tonight's match has my mind in the gutter."

"I consider that a rare and desirable quality in a woman," joked Bruce. "What'll ya have?"

Rose ordered a cocktail and they shot the breeze as the late-comers arrived and hurried into the Battle Room. Show time was drawing near and they wanted to make sure they found a dry seat before the introductions. "I understand Charlize couldn't make it tonight," said Rose snarkily. "Filming in New Mexico or some such Gawdawful hole. Whatever will poor Sunny do without her help?"

"Word I've been getting is Char and Sunny aren't as...well, 'close' as they used to be," answered Bruce. "Sunny was in her corner for the Elle MacPherson boxing match but I think that was just for show. Some shit's been going on over at the PSFC that's driven a wedge between Sunny and Charlize - leastwise, that's the rumors. It's supposed to be so bad, some think Sunny doesn't want Charlize here even if it's possible. She has quite a following here tonight anyway, what with Paris Hilton, Danni Ashe, Silvia Saint, that smokin' hot Savanna Samson...plus quite a few dirty girls who love to party with sweet Sunny!"

"Paris Hilton?!" scoffed Rose before swilling her cocktail. "What the hell does THAT uppity cunt have to do with McKay?"

"You tell me darlin', you tell me," answered Bruce with a wink.

Inside the Battle Room, Jack Nicholson was strutting like a rutting buck on a crisp, full moon November evening. Annette Bening, a partner in the club and "casting agent" for this much anticipated match was on his arm.

"I love ya, babe!" he crowed. "You really put together a winner tonight."

"Why thank you, Jack. I thought the remote control suspended toys WAS a nice touch," she purred with a lusty grin as, together, they gazed up to what dangled from a thin cable ten feet above the mat. "Everything's working properly, yes?" she asked.

Jack fished a remote control unit out of his jacket pocket and aimed it at the ceiling. He slowly lowered the goodies a few feet eliciting a lewd response from the crowd before returning them back to their original location. "Slick as shit, doll face; slick as shit!" he marveled.

Annette laughed and gave him a gentle pat on the ass. "Your eloquence never ceases to amaze me, Jack," she said facetiously.

"Yeah," he grinned. "I get that a lot!" Then he glanced at his watch and gasped, "Son of a bitch, look at the time! Places everyone, PLACES!" he shouted as he motioned to the crowd.

The voracious onlookers ignited with wild applause as Jack strolled onto the mat. Everybody was on their feet. If the more uptight members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences could see how many of its constituents were in attendance, they'd shit their britches!

"Well, well, WELL!" began Jack with a deep sigh. "Here we are!" The crowd continued to rave as he drank it all in. "Mention the words catfight and strap-on in the same sentence and they come runnin'!" A thunderous cheer rumbled off the walls as the frenzied spectators reacted to their glib host's banter. "Speakin' of cum runnin'," Jack leered. "That's the object of tonight's little shin-dig," he said with arched brows. "I've been looking forward to this evening for quite some time and finally... FINALLY...it's about to go down, if you'll pardon the pun."

Bruce smiled as he listened to Jack play the crowd in the Battle Room. A couple more glasses to wash and then he was headed for the doorway to watch the festivities. The lounge was empty...DUH! Of course it was empty; nobody wanted to miss this one. Occasionally a handful of guests remained in the lounge and just watched the featured contest on the wall monitors but not tonight. Up close and personal was the name of the game this evening. When the door to the club flung open he looked up to pitch the latecomer a little shit for being tardy.

"What the...?!" A tall individual dressed in a suit and tie and wearing a Arnold Schwarzenegger vinyl mask strode across the floor headed for the Battle Room.

"Hey pal," called out Bruce, "You're a little late for the Halloween party!" The individual waved him off and never broke stride.

Inside the Battle Room Jack was continuing his pre-introduction performance. He abruptly paused and stared at the latecomer who managed to find the only available seat at the end of the back row. "Well I'll be damned!" he exclaimed. "I see we have a genuine dignitary in attendance tonight!" The crowd buzzed as many of them regarded the newly arrived guest with curiosity. "Welcome, Guvnah!" greeted Jack. The masked individual responded with a hand wave. "I'm sorry you didn't bring the First Lady of our wonderful state with you tonight," he continued. The individual responded with a shoulder shrug but remained silent. "Jeez...that reminds me of a knock-down drag-out catfight I saw on Martha's Vineyard in '75 between Maria and Carly Simon," reminisced Jack. "Did Maria ever tell you 'bout that one?" The Arnold head calmly shook 'no' several times. "Too bad," said Jack. "But that's a story for another day. A damn good story mind you, but tonight the spotlight is on a different pair."

Jack paused as the inspired crowd dove headfirst into another round of applause and catcalls. He further examined the mystery figure with interest until the spectator noise abated. "I gotta say, Chief," he continued as he motioned with his glass of scotch towards the impostor. "Runnin' this state has damn well melted the pounds right off'n ya!" The impostor's arms raised up to do a double bicep flex as several members of the crowd giggled. "Alrighty, that's enough bureaucratic abuse for one night," said Jack with a wave. "How about a big hand for the woman who put this forthcoming thing of beauty together...Annette Bening!" Once again the frothing crowd erupted as Annette stood up and acknowledged their praise. "I imagine you've all noticed the dangling props by now. Those goodies represent the fruits of victory. There will be two ways a fighter can claim them. I have a remote control unit in my pocket which I will use to gradually lower the props as the fight progresses. Once they are within reach the lucky lady able to grab them can use them as she sees fit." He paused briefly as the crowd buzzed with comments that in any other setting would be deemed...inappropriate. "And," he continued. "If they don't fit, I'm damn sure she'll MAKE 'em fit!"

The spectators would without a doubt be hoarse before this night was done. "Of course, she better be damn sure her opponent's outta commission enough not to cause a problem once she decides to go for the stash." He drained the rest of the Scotch from his glass and continued, his pulse pounding. "But there's another way a fighter can win possession of the goodies. Since this IS the 'Put Up or Shut Up Club' - and I AM who I am - the fighter who strips her opponents panties and presents them to me gets the toys immediately! Once again, she'll want her opponent pretty much down and out before trying this or it just might backfire in a big way!" He gazed at the crowd and grinned, adding, "'Cuz these are BIG girl toys!"

His lewd remark elicited a loud response from the faithful. "If there's any greenhorns in the crowd, you might be wondering why these ladies aren't starting out nekkid. Why the panties, you ask? Let's just say that as emcee and part owner of this fine establishment, I reserve the right to lay claim to any discarded panties at the end of the match. Any and all discarded panties...and that includes any from the crowd I might add," he finished with a wink.

As the crowd chuckled one woman hiked up her skirt and without reservation slipped her panties down her legs to step out of them. A few seconds later the fragrant frillies were sailing through the air straight for Jack. His left hand reached out and captured the treasure as he broke into one of his trademarked toothy grins. "It goes like this here," he announced. Lovingly he held the panties a few inches in front of his face and then drew them towards his beak for a deep sniff. After a delighted sigh he tucked the gift into his jacket pocket. "That was rather thoughtful of you Kat. I thank you...and I certainly hope to see you on the mat here soon...wearin' another pair." Katherine Heigl smiled and nodded affirmatively before returning to her seat. (Oh yeah, Kat's definitely gonna take part in a Put Up or Shut Up performance in the near future!)

With the anticipation level escalating by the second and his scotch glass tragically bone dry, Jack knew it was time to get the show on the road. "Enough dribble...let's bring out the real dribblers, and I mean that with the utmost respect. Coming out first is a long and lean fucking machine from the Land Down Under. This girl knows everything there is when it comes to 'down under'. Standing 5'8" here's Sunny McKay!" As the long stemmed lass made her way toward the mat the PSFC contingent made some serious noise. Clad in a matching fuschia lace bra and thong, Sunny was the poster girl for paradox. The cute little girlie unmentionables hugged her lean body presenting an image of 'pinch her cheek' sweetness while the foreboding expression of wrath about to be unleashed was clearly evident on her visage. The statuesque blonde looked like a caged cougar whose feeding time was long overdue. The impatient crowd could smell blood in the air and their thunderous cheers only served to heighten the hunger pangs that stirred within the she-cat.

After Jack's eyes finished their pleasure roam across the scantily clad Sunny he cleared his throat. "Sunny's opponent tonight is a fiercely driven woman whose life story absolutely fascinates me. She set the adult film industry on its ear and since then has carved out a respectable career appearing in shows such as 'Melrose Place', 'Profiler' and 'First Wave' as well as numerous films including 'Blade' and 'Chump Change'. At 5'7" tall, please welcome Traci Lords!" The ovation for Traci matched Sunny's as she made her way toward the mat with an air of confidence. Wearing a black silk string bikini panty and sheer white bra she looked every bit as determined as her opponent as she stepped onto the mat. The PSFC crew trash talked her unmercifully but it appeared to have no effect on the strawberry blonde's psyche. She locked stares with her nemesis and the initial battle of intimidation was on. One thing was certain as the spectators continued to whistle and shout enthusiastically. The joint was jumpin' and the faithful were ready for a heapin' helpin' of raunchy stew. Vittles were about to be served.

"You girls know what's at stake here," said Jack as he nodded at both of them. "The weapons await whomever is tough enough to claim them. Good luck to you both." The fans in attendance erupted again as he prepared to vacate the mat. "Girls Gone Wild?" he scoffed as he strolled across the mat towards his seat. "THIS," he declared with a jerk of his thumb over his shoulder, "is Girls Gone Fucking Wild. FIGHT!!!"

The crowd roared as the green light was given to the competitors. There was no prancing, dancing or posturing on the mat. No trash talk, no prognostication...not a word. The usual caution exhibited at the beginning of battle was not only tossed to the wind, it was pile driven through the floor. Before Jack's feet were clear of the mat Traci launched herself at Sunny like a ballistic tipped bullet fired from a rifle. Putting it mildly, Sunny was shell shocked. The former porn babe managed to get one hand up in front of her body before Traci steamrolled her with a wicked clothesline. The spectators ignited in cheers as Sunny's stunned frame went horizontal for an instant before slamming to the mat with a THUD! Traci threw herself onto her flattened foe and straddled her waist on her knees while commencing to pummel the shocked blonde. The distinct report of knuckles hammering cheek flesh had Sunny's head snapping back and forth as the crowd went nuts.

"Fiery little bitch, isn't she?!" marveled Rose after taking a long sip of her cocktail.

"She's the underdog," explained Jack as he watched the action closely. "She needs an explosive start."

Sunny was being beaten like a braided rug on a railing but her wealth of experience finally revealed itself. She pulled up her arms and tucked her head between them and allowed her forearms to absorb the brunt of the relentless blows. As the PSFC girls shouted anxious encouragement to the pinned blonde, Gina Gershon rose from her seat and made it clear that her loyalties lay with Traci. The exchange of dagger stares between Gina and Silvia Saint caught the attention of more than a few nearby fans. It was the stuff Cialis dreams were made of.

Sunny was dazed after Traci's explosive start but the wily fight veteran was waiting for a sliver of an opening. Her wishes were answered when Traci paused for an instant, winded and aware that her blows were no longer getting through. A swift palm strike from Sunny popped Traci under the chin and snapped her head back. With a powerful thrust of her hips Sunny sent the surprised girl tumbling to the mat. Hurriedly, Sunny rolled onto all fours and crawled away to regroup. As both combatants returned to their feet Rose glanced over at Gina and Silvia who were now face to face and engaging in animated conversation.

"I wonder what's up with Gershon and that blonde cum dumpster over there?" Rose pondered aloud.

"Maybe they're debating technique," suggested Jack with a grin.

"Mmmm...maybe they ought to give us a demonstration," said the wistful brunette.

Both combatants slowly circled the mat as they faced each other, their guards up and fire in their eyes. Traci glanced upwards for an instant and saw that the dangling implements had yet to move downward.

"It's a little early to be worrying about those!" snarled Sunny. "I haven't even broke a sweat yet."

Traci's eyes flickered with contempt and she suddenly lunged forward to deliver a stiff jab that knocked Sunny back several steps. "How 'bout I help you out then?" she hissed as she unloaded a looping right hand that narrowly missed Sunny's chin.

As Sunny surged forward Traci recovered her balance and both women slapped together with their hands entwined in their opponent's mane. A tug and jerk shriek-fest ensued and the crowd erupted as both women commenced a haphazard hair-pulling dance across the mat. Each fighter alternated her hair yanks with slaps and scratches to the body, neither one gaining a clear advantage. The veteran Aussie was the first to change tactics as she freed one hand from Traci's mane and grasped the girl's bra to try to tear it loose. Traci responded with a rake of her nails down Sunny's cheek, but the battle-tested blonde refused to relent until she snaked her arm behind her foe and unclasped the garment. Sunny's fans went nuts when she yanked the bra free but Traci made her pay for the as her knee shot up and burrowed into Sunny's flat belly, forcing a whoosh of air from her lungs followed by an anguished groan.

Traci followed up with a savage knee lift to the chest and Sunny's body arced backwards as if in slow motion until it crashed to the mat heavily. The now topless Traci went right after her downed opponent who frantically rolled onto her belly and attempted to get to her hands and knees. Jack pressed a button on the remote and the collection of toys lowered about a foot or so.

"Two naked titties translates to a bit of a drop," he said with a grin.

Sunny screeched when Traci caught her from behind with a solid kick to the derriere and went face flat. In an instant her bra was unfastened and then roughly yanked off her arms as she rolled onto her back and kicked at her standing foe. A well placed heel kick in return puckered the crotch of Sunny's thong and left the slender blonde howling and hunched forward on her ass with her hands thrust between her legs. The name of the game is to immobilize the opponent as soon as possible and win possession of the bundled implements for once the cuffs were snapped into place, her ass (and every other orifice) was frees for the taking. Traci obviously understood the value of a swift and overwhelming attack and while Sunny massaged her aching pussy the strawberry blonde slipped behind her and snaked Sunny's bra around her throat and began to choke her. Traci's ruthless fans egged her on as they watched the horrified Australian woman grab for the tight garment strangling her while kicking the mat furiously. Traci grimaced as she tightened the makeshift garrote and showed no signs of letting up. Jack shifted uneasily in his seat as he watched her closely.

"Dammit, I hate when the strangling shit starts up," he said aloud. "Death is one of the few things not allowed here."

He stood up and was about to scold Traci when Sunny suddenly flung her head back and rammed the back of her skull into Traci's crotch. A distinct grunt signaled a direct hit so the Aussie girl unleashed another backwards head butt that stung Traci's pubic bone and forced her to release her hold. Sunny lurched forward once she felt some slack and then she scrambled away, rising to her feet swiftly as Traci tended to her damaged crotch.

"Aw come on, Jack...who's gonna miss either of these skanks if they end up floating in the Pacific?" joked Rose.

He stared at her with eyebrows raised, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that!"

The toys traveled downward another foot or so as both women regrouped and squared off yet again. Now dangling about eight feet above the mat, they would soon be within striking distance. Neither fighter was even remotely beaten enough to warrant her foe's reach for the prize but both women knew it was time to unload the heavy artillery to tip the tide. Fists up and feet moving, the two fighters prepared to fistfight for all the marbles. Sunny's fans shivered with delight as they watched things unfold. So far Traci had fought wisely but if she thought she could go toe to toe in a brawl with Sunny she was about to get a lesson.

"Here I am, tough girl," taunted Sunny as she danced on the balls of her bare feet. "Cum 'n get me!"

Traci's offense was planned precision as she began to dart forward to land a sharp jab and retreat to avoid Sunny's counter punches. The surgeon-like strikes were causing minimal damage but they weren't designed to pound Sunny into submission. Their purpose was to fluster the dangerous dame into making a mistake; open her up so that one big money shot would knock her on her ass. Then Traci would beat and stomp her nemesis into oblivion, claim the prizes and embark on the performance of a lifetime. The intrigued crowd watched with interest as the expected fistfight presented itself as a respectable demonstration of the "sweet science".

"McKay's being played for a fool," Paris complained to Danni.

"Ya think?" countered Danni with a smile. "Just watch...and learn…cutie pie."

SMACK...WHOOSH...SMACK...WHOOSH. Traci's jabs continued to pepper Sunny's face and Sunny's counter punches continued to find nothing but air. Sunny was seemingly keeping her cool however; she refused to drop her guard completely while throwing counters. Traci didn't have the opening she needed yet but she stuck to her plan like glue. The crowd was really getting into the action and the walls reverberated with cheers as the fighters performed.

Sunny took another jab that stung her face and for an instant she dropped her guard. The opening wasn't dramatic but it was exactly what Traci had been waiting for. Her eyes brightened and she swiftly unloaded a dangerous right hook destined to ring McKay's bell. Traci was completely unaware of the trap she had just sprung. The instant Sunny saw the big blow coming she tucked her chin to her chest and ducked as she loaded up a right hand of her own. As Traci's labeled punch sailed over her head Sunny's gaze locked on the exposed midriff of her off-balanced foe directly before her. With a short lunge the Australian ripped a vicious belly blow into Traci's unprotected gut. The groan that Traci spewed out was even louder than the raucous crowd and she immediately folded at the waist and shuffled to one side on wobbly legs, her hands clutching her belly. In one smooth motion Sunny jerked her foe upright with her left hand as her clenched right fist sliced through the air and exploded on the cleft of Traci's chin. The strawberry blonde went down like felled timber, slamming to the mat on her back with the whites of her eyes showing.

"Sucker!" spat Sunny as she grabbed Traci's ankles and lifted the girl's legs high and spread 'em wide. "Dumb as a pound of cum and twice as thick."

She glanced down at Traci's exposed cunt and smirked as she stomped her heel into the bulls-eye. Traci bellowed in agony and her torso lifted off the mat as her hands dove for her traumatized womanhood. Sunny's fans rejoiced as she roughly threw Traci's legs to the mat and abruptly stepped on her belly, delivering a full weight squash that emptied whatever air remained inside her battered adversary. When she finally stepped off Traci the poor girl lay quivering and gasping for breath, her supporters now extremely concerned by the sudden turn of events. Sunny was in the process of demonstrating the value of warfare experience.

Savanna Samson rose from her seat, satisfied with the state of affairs on the mat and feeling rather parched. She made her way to the lounge where Bruce stood leaning against the doorway watching the fight. His heart skipped a beat as he watched her approach. This chick was WAY too beautiful to do just adult films.

"Are you the man that's gonna satisfy my thirst?!" she teased as she stepped up to him.

"Thirst...hunger...itches...I do it all, sweetheart," he replied with a wink. He went around the bar as Savanna slid into a stool and ordered a cocktail. "I'm looking at you and I'm wondering," said Bruce, "when will we have the pleasure of seeing you tangle on the mat here?"

"I like to fuck, not fight," answered Savanna with a lascivious grin.

"Well...that's what tonight is all about, sugar," explained Bruce as he mixed her drink. "First you fight, then you fuck...or get fucked; depending on how well you fight."

"I've always placed the importance on how well you fuck!" purred Savanna. She received the drink from Bruce's hand and took a sip before running her pink tongue around her ruby lips. "Don't you think that's important, Bruce?" she teased.

"It..uhh...it has its value, hell yeah!" he replied as he gazed at her.

"Yeah…" she purred and then pursed her lips in a kiss before turning and walking back towards the Battle Room, her hips swaying back and forth. Bruce kept his gaze glued on her perfect ass until it disappeared through the doorway.

"Yeah..," he sighed.

Back on the mat Traci was in dire straits. Sunny was straddling her head facing her feet as she stood the poor girl's outstretched arms. Bending at the waist Sunny reached down and took her opponent's firm nipples between her thumb and forefinger and painfully pinched them. The groggy Traci cried out in anguish and kicked her legs upward but she was unable to reach her foe. Savage nipple twists and tugs left her screeching and wailing as her pinned upper body squirmed and trembled. The devious Australian finally released her nipple holds and drove a sharp punch just beneath Traci's ribcage. Traci groaned as the wind was expelled from her diaphragm, her trembling lips forming a circle as she searched for a breath of air that momentarily could not be found.

Sunny stepped free and jerked the breathless fighter into a sitting position by her hair. She dropped to her ass beside Traci and quickly snaked her long legs around her waist, cinching on a tight waist scissors. Turning onto her left side Sunny squeezed her legs together as her adversary collapsed onto her back in distress. Methodically the Australian constricted her legs to apply crushing pressure to Traci's abdomen as she reached over to gather a handful of the suffering girl's mane. The hair tugs and scissors torment that followed put a major dent in Traci's reserves and her concerned fans screamed with encouragement as they watched their fighter begin to wilt. Gina Gershon was on her feet leading the rally cry but a smug Silvia Saint continued to rub salt in the wound as she verbally belittled Gina's girl.

"Gershon better watch her step over there!" noted Rose. "She's surrounded by those porn skanks."

"Knowing Gina like I do," chortled Jack. "She's right where she WANTS ta be."

Sunny took pleasure in working her faltering foe over as the action in the crowd heated up. She flexed her legs powerfully forcing distraught groans from Traci and substituted the hair yanks for another round of nipple torture. It was obvious in the tone of Traci's shrieks that she was beginning to crumble.

"I'm gonna ride you like a biker bitch on a Harley Heritage Softail," taunted Sunny. "Your gonna rumble with every thrust."

"F…f…fuuuuuck....y…y…y…ooOOOU!" gasped Traci as she grimaced and felt the last of her resistance fade.

"No!" retorted Sunny matter-of-factly as she raked Traci's naked breast with her nails. "FUCK YOU!"

The confident blonde released her scissors hold and delivered a sharp kick to Traci's temple before returning to her feet. She glanced up at the suspended toys and noticed that they were still at least eight feet above the mat. "How about showing me a little love, Jack?!" she called out as she motioned towards the hanging stash.

"In due time, Sunny; in due time. Let's not rush things," he answered as he clutched the remote control in his hand.

She scowled but turned her attention back to her disabled foe, "Looks like your panties are coming off now, bitch!"

The overwhelmed Traci showed signs of life at Sunny's comment and her arms began to flail when the Australian babe began to haul her to her feet by two fistfuls of hair. Traci managed to land a few tepid blows to Sunny's arms and ribs, but her inspired retaliation proved futile when Sunny bent her over at the waist, locked a front headlock on the squirming girl and then looked over directly at Traci's loudest supporter, Gina Gershon, and sneered.

"OOOOF!...BIIIITCHHH!...UNNNGHH!...CUNTTT!...UUUGGHHHHH!" Each piston-like knee strike Sunny delivered to Traci's chin and tits lifted the outclassed girl's feet completely off the mat. Once she had finished she jerked her battered senseless opponent upright and watched her waver to and fro on her now gelatinous legs. Traci floated a pitiful excuse for a punch at her rival but her weak blow struck only air. She staggered forward, folding at the waist to catch her balance which made it easy for Sunny to swiftly mount Traci's back and secure the girl's neck with her sinewy thighs.

"It's nap time, pussy girl!" Sunny growled as she pitched forward onto her hands and knees with Traci's head between her thighs. The devastating Atomic Drop knocked Traci out cold and left her face down with her legs spread. The cheers for Sunny were deafening as she untangled herself from her unconscious opponent and rose to her feet. She straddled Traci's legs and peeled her damp panties over the girl's hips and ass, then pulled them down her limp legs. Catcalls rang out as Sunny strolled over to Jack twirling the panties on her index finger, leaving Traci nude and face down in defeat. When she reached the emcee, Sunny playfully dangled Traci's panty in front of Jack's flaring nostrils.

"Pour moi?!" he joked as he reached up and gently slid them off her finger.

"Looks like there's a little nectar of the Lords in those, Jack," observed Rose as she moistened her lips.

"I like to refer to it as...Heaven's Meringue," he stated roguishly.

"Keep it in your pants, Jack," snapped Sunny. "Now how's about you drop the goodies so I can get to work?"

"Right-O, Sunny!" he agreed. Sunny sauntered back to the center of the mat to await her weapons of pleasure and pain. "This is really what we've all been waiting for, isn't that right folks?" he asked the crowd.

Their response nearly cracked the plastered ceiling. He stood up and pointed the remote at the suspended items. Pressing the button he watched with a confused look on his face when the goodies didn't move. He punched the button repeatedly, all to no avail.

Sunny glared at him from across the mat and snarled, "C'mon Jack, quit screwing around!"

He looked sheepish as he smacked the unit against his palm and tried it again. "Uhhh, just a second, doll," he called out. He looked down at Rose as the natives grew restless. "Fuckin' batteries must be dead!" he groaned.

"Double A's?" she asked.

Jack opened the unit and nodded, "Yup! Two of 'em!" Rose quickly fished a Pocket Rocket vibrator out of her handbag and removed the AA battery. She handed it to him and he sighed. "I still need one more," he lamented. She sighed and took a spare battery from her handbag and gave it to him.

"Lesson number one, Jack. Always keep spares at hand," she advised with a wink.

He fumbled with the batteries and glanced across the mat at Sunny. "Be right with ya, hun!" he called out. The crowd suddenly erupted and warning screams rang out. "Uh-oh!" said Jack as he looked up and saw a revived Traci barreling across the mat toward Sunny's back. Sunny whirled around when she felt Traci's charge through the mat but she was a split second too late. The strawberry blonde chopped Sunny across the tits with a double ax-handle that sent her crashing to the mat on her back with a sharp groan of pain.

"Ohhhh, she's gonna be some PISSED OFF at me!" winced Jack. "If she loses this fight I'm a dead man!"

For the first time in many minutes Traci's fans had something to cheer about. They applauded as she approached her flattened foe with a stare as cold as ice. A dazed Sunny frantically tried to scoot backwards but her rival was upon her quickly. Despite her stunned state the blonde porn star retained enough of her wits to muster a defense. Traci came straight at her and raised her foot to deliver a cunt stomp, but Sunny's eyes were riveted on the tawny pubic thatch between Traci's legs and the Australian gunslinger fired a split second before Traci and Sunny's heel burrowed into the tender folds of Traci's pussy.

The strawberry blonde's reaction was immediate and loud as she yelped in pain and folded in half. A second kick struck Traci on the top of her skull and sent her staggering away with stars in her eyes and lightning bolts of agony arcing between her legs. Sunny struggled to her feet to find the ill effects of the ax-handle and her rough landing hadn't yet abated. She stepped towards her reeling foe but nearly fainted. Both fighters fans egged them on, but for the moment they both needed a brief respite to regroup.

"Are you really going to fight here?" Shiri Appleby asked her friend Kat Heigl. "This place is nuts!"

Katherine was visibly flushed as she stood on her feet scanning the crowd, "That's what I LOVE about it! Doesn't this shit get you all hot and bothered? God, I'm horny as hell!"

"Yeah, but I'm just a little girl!" joked Shiri. "I don't plan on ever fighting."

"Then pick on another little girl," replied Kat matter-of-factly. "Isn't there some bitch you'd just love to beat the shit out of?"

Shiri thought for a moment, "Not one I can think of...well...Bijou Phillips was a bitch to me on the set. How 'bout you?"

"I got a whole list!" replied Kat. "I'm just trying to figure out which one's going down first. You really oughta make a date with Bijou and adjust that wacky cunt's attitude."

Albeit a tad worse for wear, Traci and Sunny finally made it back to their feet and faced off ready to continue. Traci moved in cautiously, her body bruised and weary, but her spirit still strong. Sunny feinted a lunge to test her reaction and found Traci's reflexes were still functioning pretty well. The Aussie looker was fighting the anger welled up inside her because of the battery malfunction. She'd had the bitch dead to rights and should be plowing her like a spring meadow by now. She wanted to end this thing now!

Traci eased toward her with her fists high, ready to brawl. She'd done an admirable job the first time and felt confident she could breathe life back into her original plan. Sunny timed Traci's approach and then lashed out with a left leg front kick trying to catch Traci off guard. But the strawberry blonde surprised not only the onlookers, but also Sunny when she caught Sunny's raised leg under her arm and trapped it there. She smirked at the suddenly ungraceful Sunny as she frantically hopped on her plant foot, arms windmilling as she tried to remain upright

"Going down?" taunted Traci as she tightened her grip on Sunny's left leg.

Then Sunny shocked everyone in the room! She swung her arms up and launched herself into the air to deliver a picture perfect crescent kick to the left side of Traci's face. Traci was knocked to the mat and Sunny landed beside her, then rolled free and scrambled to her feet; looking back to see her rival still flat on her back in a fog.

"What the hell was THAT?!" exclaimed Jack in awe.

"It was impressive is what it was," stated Rose with obvious admiration.

"Going down?!" mimicked Sunny as she grabbed Traci by the hair and jerked her to her feet. "Normally I'd say yes...but after getting a whiff of your putrid snatch the answer is no!" Traci slapped Sunny with a tepid slap that only incited Sunny's rage. The Australian ripped a wicked belly punch into her rival and dropped her like a tree to the mat where she piled up in a fetal position struggling for breath. "You got that damn remote fixed yet Jack?!" yelled Sunny.

"Yes ma'am!" he answered with a nod.

"Then stay on your toes because this bitch is just about ready for the screwing of her life!" she proclaimed, eliciting a lascivious response from her supporters as she grabbed her wrecked adversary and jerked her to her feet. There was blood in the air now and the rabid fans could smell it! They were ready for a dose of homemade porn, Put Up or Shut Up style. The look in Traci's eyes conveyed the disappointment and defeat that spread through her exhausted and deliciously nude body. "Looks like your porn career's about to be resurrected," taunted Sunny.

A glint of fire flickered in Traci's cloudy eyes, then she spat in Sunny's face! Battered and bruised, the strawberry blonde still made it clear she would fight to the bitter end. Sunny bristled with anger and wrapped her arms around her rival before launching herself forward. She landed on Traci with crushing force and her belly to belly suplex forced a whoosh of air out of the grunting girl's mouth and left her pasted to the mat staring at the ceiling. Sunny crawled atop her flattened rival and straddled her on her knees to end the contest with a knockout punch.

But just as Sunny drew back her fist, Traci's arms suddenly rocketed upwards and grabbed her by the throat in a choke hold. The startled Australian gasped and began to rise up in an attempt to pull free. Seizing the moment, Traci's knee shot upward and smacked Sunny flush on her fuzz box. Sunny squealed in agony as she collapsed off to the side, breaking the choke hold to roll away across the mat with her hands squeezed between her thighs.

Traci's mind told her to sit up and pursue her temporarily incapacitated foe but her body couldn't honor the command. As she began to sit up a sharp pain coursed through her abdomen, undoubtedly a result of Sunny's repeated belly punishment. The stubborn girl paused once she was propped up on her elbows and grimaced as she tried to pull it together to continue. Much to her chagrin her rival regrouped quickly and was headed for her in a hurry on her hands and knees.

As Sunny neared her, Traci bit her lip and fought through her pain to flash out her legs and catch the Australian about the neck in a scissors hold. Sunny's progress was halted and she struggled to free herself as Traci winced and delivered as much pressure as she could muster. With the excited crowd screaming and hollering for their favorites, Sunny slowly worked herself upright while on her knees to lift Traci's ass off the mat. The headscissors would spell doom if she didn't do something quick so she did what came naturally; head for the muff.

"AaaaoooOOOOOOWW!!!" shrieked Traci as Sunny's talons began to puncture and gouge her vulnerable cunt folds.

Sunny tore into her with a vengeance eliciting squeals of agony from Traci who desperately punched at her rival's face. A solid blow to the nose resulted in a brief pussy punishment pause and Traci was able to break free and frantically began to crawl away. Sunny's intent was on nothing less than total triumph and she quickly recaptured her fleeing opponent, grabbing Traci by the ankles and dragging the squirming, cussing girl face down back to the middle of the mat. Spreading the strawberry blonde's legs high and wide she let her heel do the talking as she repeatedly rammed it into Traci's crotch. Once she rolled Traci over onto her back the poor girl was a blubbering and grievous mess of quivering femme flesh.

Sunny moved like a cat, swiftly setting up behind Traci after she lifted her into a seated position. She sat behind the delirious girl and snaked her legs about Traci's waist, cinching on a tight scissors hold. Reaching around Traci's head she grabbed the girl's left arm and pulled it across her chest and snugged it under Traci's chin, the forearm positioned over Traci's right shoulder. She snugged Traci's right arm across her body and over her left shoulder in similar fashion to complete the Straightjacket Choke Hold. Now it was just a matter of pulling back on Traci's elbows to apply leverage.

"Those fucking toys BETTER start dropping, Jack!" growled Sunny as her wrapped up foe weakly squirmed and gasped. "This bitch is gonna take a little siesta!"

Jack smiled and began to lower the stash when all of a sudden there was a commotion off to his right that could be heard over the deafening crowd. He looked over and his heart jumped as he saw Gina Gershon had moved to the aisle leading to the lounge and was just hitting full stride, headed straight for the mat. Jack lurched out of his seat to call off Gina when suddenly the Schwarzenegger impostor sliced through the crowd in hot pursuit unbeknownst to Gina. The Arnold mask and suit jacket sailed through the air and the crowd roared as Charlize Theron revealed it was she beneath the goofy get-up. Not that it was a big surprise, mind you. Jack broke into a grin as he watched things unfold. Gina hit the mat and Sunny locked her eyes onto her, ready to release her hold on Traci to meet the wild brunette's charge. When Sunny saw her shoeless partner Char close the gap, she began to smirk.