The comedian-turned-talk show-host finished his jokes. As the audience applauds, Jay says, "Thank you, thank you. That's very kind of you, thank you." The audience quiets down. Jay is master of ceremonies for tonight's match in the International All-Star Celebrity Tournament.

"Well, its time to bring out our two celebrities for tonight's match," Jay announces. "This actress has had a wonderful career but she's best known for her memorable portrayal of sexy Samantha in the hit HBO series 'Sex and the City.' Born in England and raised in Canada, standing 5'10" tall, please welcome….Kim Cattrall!"

The mellow theme music of "Sex and the City" wafts through the stadium and the long-legged blonde enters the arena. Her legs are indeed her most impressive physical assets. Very long and strong looking, they rouse concern in all opponents since they appear as though they could pulverize a human skull should she clamp on a head scissors. Naturally long, they've been further conditioned by her favorite pastime, downhill skiing. This night these magnificent legs are clad in sheer black nylons. Her main outfit is a lacy black teddy. Kim's facial expression reflects that infamously coy and sexy 'come fuck me' look.

But it is not her formidable legs or sensual face that most attract the attention of the audience, for as she strides down the aisle to the ring and climbs into it, all eyes are drawn to something highly unusual: Kim Cattrall's right arm is in a plaster cast and a sling. Although Jay Leno is as surprised and puzzled as everyone else by this unexpected development, he can't resist gesturing to her cast and saying, "Kim, I don't think this is what is meant by a 'handicap' match." The audience laughs, although they too are somewhat bewildered.

Jay resumes his introduction, "And now introducing her opponent. This actress has worked extensively in film and television productions but her career took a quantum leap when she landed the part of Lt. Col. Sarah MacKenzie on the popular TV series 'JAG.' Like Kim, she was also born in England, but was mostly raised here in California. Also the same height as Kim at a tall 5'10", let's give out a big hand for Catherine 'Cat' Bell!"

A small contingent of US Marine band members from Camp Pendleton, in bright blue and red dress uniforms, come out of the entry way and lined up on either side forming a 'cordon of honor'. They raise their drums and bugles and begin to ring out a snappy version of the "Marine Corps Hymn" as, striding down the path between their ranks walks the beautiful, tall brunette who is subject of their adulation. Absent from her cherubic countenance is her usual sultry smile; replaced by a look of suspicious concern bordering on anger. She's already seen the 'apparently injured' Kim Cattrall on the backstage monitor and her sixth sense smells a rat.

As she sternly marches forward she stares fixedly on the ring and on Kim, oblivious to the fact that the eyes of the audience are delightedly appraising her fabulous figure, in particular her exceptionally large and round breasts, all being shown off to good effect in the orange-red colored bikini she's wearing. Cat bounds into the ring and storms right up to Jay Leno, confronting him before she raises her arm and points accusingly at Kim Cattrall.

"OK Leno, what's this BULLshit? This one of your jokes?"

Jay shakes his head 'no' as he backpedals, palms raised in genuine innocence; protesting in his best Sgt. Schultz impression, "I know NOZZINK!"

Cat wheels to Kim and snarls, "Your arm in a cast? What's THAT all about?"

Kim reaches for Jay's microphone, grabs it and says with an insincere smirk, "Catherine my dear, believe me; there's NOTHING I'd have loved more than to take you apart on worldwide TV tonight….with both arms healthy. I'd have given you a run for your money, perhaps surprised you with some things, maybe even beat you! But, alas, I broke my arm in a skiing accident two days ago. Now while I STILL think I can give you a good fight with one good arm - and my two superior legs - which I'd sure like to do - think how humiliating it'd be for YOU to lose to a one-armed woman. But unfortunately, both my agent and the contract I signed for the tournament forbid me from fighting you in this condition."

"So that means I automatically win this match by default, right?" Cat asks Jay who, again, shrugs since he doesn't know any more about what's happening than Cat herself.

It's Kim who answers, "Actually, Catherine, it means if a substitute can be found, SHE takes my place."

"WHAT?" Cat and Jay both say in unison.

"Yes, and not just for this match. She's not a substitute but a replacement. So if she wins, she continues on in the tournament. I am completely out of the tournament and the substitute steps into my Prada pumps!"

Cat doesn't like the direction things are going "This is starting to piss me off..."

"Apparently, they found a substitute," Kim continues.

"Who?

"I don't even know myself. All I was told is that once I finish talking, she's coming out. And..." she turns to the production staff smiling. "….I'm finished talking."

Suddenly the house lights dim and spotlights go on over the entry area and the stadium rocks with the opening riff of Velvet Revolver's "Slither." Cat has a confused look on her face as she tries to make out who is coming down the ramp toward the ring. The stranger is wearing a bright pink bikini, she looks to be unusually fit, on the tallish side, though not as tall as she or Kim Cattrall -- maybe about 5'7 or 5'8. Her face is attractive and young-looking - she's probably in her early twenties. Her long straight hair is somewhere between light brown and dark blonde. Her arms, while attractively slender, also look really strong, with the curvature of underlying biceps clearly visible, like she is a professional fitness model. Her strong looking shoulders give further evidence of weight-room work. As this unknown girl gets closer, Cat recognizes the face but can't immediately put a name to it...

But Kim can. She says into the microphone "Well, ladies and gentlemen, it turns out my substitute is none other than that rising young star of action and suspense movies, most recently, 'Blade: Trinity', Msssss Jessica Biel!"

Beautiful Jessica Biel enters the ring, and turns to wave to the cheering audience. Cat, of course, instantly makes the connection, and immediately realizes that the quality of her competition has suddenly become ten times more dangerous, going from the older, less-regarded Kim Cattrall to a young, strong, talented combatant who would have probably been a top ten seed if she were in the tournament from the start. Cat, as number three seed in the entire 32-woman field, was supposed to face a lower-ranked fighter, certainly not someone with Jessica's well-conditioned body, youthful athleticism, movie-fight training, and reputation as a tough fighter in the ring.

The 'JAG' star explodes. "No way! This is bullshit! I either fight Kim Cattrall, or no one at all and win by default!"

Kim Cattrall, Jay Leno, and Jessica Biel all turn to look down into the front row seats at the Tournament Director Mr. Chris. He gives out a heavy sigh, and begins to rise from his seat to enter the ring. But before he can, a woman sitting next to him places her hand on his forearm and begins whispering in his ear. Everyone can see him listening, and then nodding his head. She is recognized to be fitness model Cori Nadine, who had first been seen in the Director's company at the Shannon Tweed - Jennifer Connelly bout here at the Staples Center a few nights ago.

Cat's anger ratchets up another notch when she sees Cori Nadine. They have a history! Cori and a couple of other women once beat the crap out of Cat on California's famed 'Muscle Beach' and the fact that Cori has the ear of the Tournament Director Cat finds extremely disturbing - to put it mildly! Mr. Chris enters the ring and as he approaches the group he pulls a thick sheaf of stapled together papers out of the inside breast pocket of his dinner jacket and takes the microphone.

"First of all ladies and gentlemen," he tells the audience. "I'm sorry for the delay in the start to tonight's match. As you can see, one of our scheduled celebrities, Kim Cattrall, is injured and, as she pointed out, cannot compete." Turning to Cat, he continues, "Now Catherine, I understand how you feel, but the agreement you signed…." he holds the papers in the air, "….clearly stipulates that - prior to the start of a match - if one of the celebrities is unable to compete due to injury or illness, the tournament organization may substitute a replacement celebrity."

"Let me see that!" Cat snaps as she grabs the contract out of his hand. She's an intelligent lady; she studied for awhile at UCLA to become either a surgeon or a biomedical engineer. She carefully reads the language Mr. Chris points to, makes a face, and turns a brief angry look to her own attorney in the fourth row. "OK, so it DOES say you can substitute," she admits. "But you've known this for nearly two days; how come I just find out about it NOW? I've trained and prepared for Cattrall, not Jessica Biel. I demand a delay to some other night."

Mr. Chris glances back questioningly in the direction of Cori Nadine. Cori can be seen to be discreetly but clearly shaking her head, "No."

"Sorry Catherine," he shrugs. "There's no requirement you be notified in advance….and we can't delay the fight - look," he points to the audience "….all these people are here to see you in a match."

The crowd cheers, "We want a fight! We want a fight!

"I don't like this at all!" growls Cat. "And what's it with your friend Nadine over there? She seems to be running this show! Let's get HER in the ring so she and I can discuss this. Hey Nadine!" she calls out to the sexy fitness lady. "Get your ass up here!" Cori remains seated, just smiling at Cat and saying nothing.

Mr. Chris goes up to Cat and quietly implores, "Look Cat, we've got a situation here; please, just this once? We'll make it up to you somehow, believe me!"

Cat hesitates but then Biel calls out, "What's the matter, Cat? Afraid to take ME on?" Then turning to Mr. Chris, Jessica says, "HEY! Maybe I'M the one who should win by default….I mean, if Cat's afraid to fight! Right?" She steps up to Cat and with both hands, shoves the taller brunette's shoulders, forcing her to take a step backward. "That's it, isn't it? You're scared of me!" She says, shoving Cat again.

The audience starts chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Watch it kid!" Cat warns Jessica. "You're just a child. Take me on, and I'll end up putting you over my knee and giving you a spanking."

"Oh yeah? Prove it..." Jessica says, shoving Cat hard once more causing the 'JAG' star to stagger back a few steps.

Suddenly, all of Cat's frustrations that have been building up reach the boiling point - all the distressing images and sounds of the evening kaleidoscopically rush through her head; Kim Cattrall's arm in the cast; Jay Leno shrugging, the surprise appearance of Jessica Biel; Mr. Chris's droning voice explaining the contract, the hated Cori Nadine giving him directions; the audience continuing to chant its demand for a fight; and now being repeatedly shoved by this girl who is barely out of her teens. Cat loses it!!

"GODDAM YOU! STOP SHOVING ME!" Cat roars, and she let's fly with a big lightening fast fist to Jessica's face that knocks the sexy youngster back, momentarily stunned.

Jessica puts her hand to her mouth to check for blood and loose teeth, Finding none - she looks back up at the enraged brunette and grins a wickedly triumphant smile. Then bending over like a football lineman, Jessica charges forward and slams a shoulder into Cat's gut, lifting the bigger woman off her feet and propelling her back into the ringpost and knocking the wind out of her.

As Jessica begins pounding a flurry of fists into Cat's well-toned abs, the others in the ring hurriedly scurry to safety and Mr. Chris signals the officials to ring the bell indicating the match has started. Cat gets her wind back and slams a knee into Jessica's pussy, then follows up with a slugging fist to the jaw. Jessica quickly retreats to center ring as Cat comes out to engage her.

As they circle each other with arms raised out like wrestlers, Cat asks, "So why'd he pick YOU anyway? Was Theron busy; or just too chicken?"

"What do you mean 'he'?" Jessica replies. "Cori called me. We work out at the same gym and when she heard about Kim's injury, she wanted to make sure you got some quality competition. I guess that leaves Theron out?"

"Well I've already got some unfinished business with that bitch Nadine," Cat grunted. "So, when I'm done with you I'm going to have a little 'talk' with her about sticking her nose in matters that don't concern her!"

"HA!" Jessica laughs mockingly. "In a few minutes you'll be in no condition to talk, walk or squawk to anyone 'cause I'm putting you down…HARD!!"

"Dream on, kiddo." Cat says, taking her kick-boxing stance. She slams two quick consecutive kicks into Jessica's chest knocking the blonde down on her ass. Cat runs forward, reaches down and grabs Jessica's ankles and lifts them up, splitting her legs in a wide 'V' before she stomps down with her boot on Jessica's womanhood. Jessica cries out in agony just as Cat slams two more boots down on the same sensitive spot, then drops her legs on the mat.

Cat circles around Jessica, then jumps in the air and dives across Jessica's upper chest, going for the cross body pin and an early, easy, end to the match. The referee slides over to start the pin-count but Jessica has raised her hands palms up under Cat - one hand digging into Cat's groin and the other on her right breast. Jessica starts to push up and Cat is surprised to feel her entire body being slowly lifted off the mat. In seconds, Jessica gets full extension on her arms, locking her elbows, lifting Cat above her like a barbell. Then Jessica tosses Cat off of her and athletically kips up to her feet. Cat quickly scrambles away and gets back up to her feet, her face wearing a look of surprise and new respect for the strength of her young opponent.

Jessica notices Cat's expression and as they circle each other warily, she smiles and says "Oh, didn't you know? I can bench press 150 pounds for reps. That's more than you weigh…by a little bit, isn't it?"

They again circle with arms extended, then Jessica and Cat both attack at the same instant and hook up in a classic wrestlers' collar and elbow tie-up. Cat, using the power of her longer legs, begins to slowly push Jessica back, but Jessica reaches out and grabs Cat in a side headlock, clinching it in hard. Cat once again feels the surprising strength of this youngster as she tries to extract her head from the vise-like grip of Jessica's headlock.

"Oh, did I mention I do one-arm curls with 25 pounders?" Jessica boasts, tightening the headlock and forcing Cat to grunt.

Cat makes a move to escape the headlock. She grabs Jessica around the waist, lifts her up off the ground and drops the smaller girl onto the back of her head with a belly-to-back suplex.

Jessica is momentarily stunned. Cat turns around and unfastens her orange-red bikini top, liberating her awesome breasts, then dives on top of the prone Jessica lengthwise, holding the girl's wrists down to the mat outstretched above her head, and grapevining Jessica's legs with her longer ones. Cat wrenches them apart forcefully making Jessica feel like her thighbones are going to be torn off of her hip bone.

"Aaarghhh!" moans Jessica.

"You were saying something about workouts?" Cat taunts. Then - with Jessica's legs grapevined and her hands pinned - the big brunette lowers her tremendous boobs down on Jessica's face. "This is as close as you're ever going to get to a decent-sized pair of breasts," Cat informs her struggling foe as the JAG star lightly rubs her tits over Jessica's nose and face.

"You'll never have breasts like these," Cat says, as she begins to sway her upper body back and forth causing her big boobs to crash into the sides of Jessica's face, knocking it back and forth.

Cat had intended to lower her glorious bosom on the mouthy kid's face and smother her out, but it's increasingly difficult to hold her down as Jessica is pressing up with her arms, forcing Cat to lean farther forward with her weight to keep her hands to the mat. At the same time, Cat's grapevine is being countered by Jessica whose struggling hard to bring her own strong legs back into each other. Cat feels like a cartoon character who's trying to keep a bear trap from slamming shut by standing between the jaws of the trap; holding them apart with her arms and legs as the coiled tension of the trap threatens to snap shut and catch her in its jaws. So Cat shifts position, releasing her grapevine to spin around; sitting with her full weight on Jessica's arms stretched on the mat over her head with Cat facing her feet.

When Cat reaches down and strips off Jessica's bikini top, she let's out a derisive laugh, "Oh! MY GAWD! Look how small they are!" Cat slams both hands down on Jessica's bared breasts and begins to twist and knead the soft flesh as Jessica grimaces and bites back the urge to scream in pain while Cat continues to mock her, "The best plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills couldn't convert THESE little nubs into beauties like mine!"

Despite being on her back and having her breasts clawed and tortured, the saucy Jessica sasses back as she fights the pain, "If anyone knows the limitations....(gasp).... of the best cosmetic surgeons in town....(yeeowch!).... it'd be YOU - don't you have a weekly visit scheduled for a tightening? (Ungghh!) You ARE pushing 40 aren't you? Those sorry tits sure look it, you aging sack of sagging shit!"

Jessica's words hit a nerve and Cat goes berserk! "Shut the fuck up, goddam you….or I'll shut you up myself!"

Saying that, Cat plops her ass right onto Jessica's upturned face and begins violently grinding. Jessica gets serious fast - she has to or she'll smothered out! She braces her hands on Cat's hips then arches her back and her legs way back trying to kick at Cat. But Cat grabs the legs to keep them from interfering. She tucks Jessica's feet under her armpits, creating the image of Jessica's ass jutting into the air as her legs are bent doubled over her body.

But the doughty Jessica Biel never gives up. She begins to pull up and forward hard with her legs, mostly using her strong abs, and at the same time she pushes up with her arms on Cat's ass. Cat tries to keep Jessica's legs from moving forward and away from her grasp, tries to keep them from getting back down to the mat. Cat also fights to maintain her perch on the youngster's face, despite the strong arms trying to push her up and off.

Jessica's legs and abs are strong, and Cat has a difficult time maintaining her sitting position with her opponent's feet under her armpits - she's being pulled forward - the forward movement being contributed to by Jessica's hands pushing up from below on Cat's ass.

Suddenly Jessica makes one big combined thrust of legs and abs pulling forward and arms pushing up and Cat is plunged forward and down with her face smashed into the mat by Jessica's legs. Jessica continues pushing Cat's ass up with her arms, then switches around to pushing the front of Cat's thighs and continues pushing until the taller brunette ends up with her legs straight up in the air before toppling onto her back, her neck and shoulders bearing the brunt of the painful movement.

Jessica quickly maneuvers into a schoolboy pin position on top of the prone Cat.

The referee slaps the mat and counts, "ONE!....TWO!..." but Cat is able to kick out before "THREE!"

Jessica stands up and pulls Cat's head up by her brown tresses to her feet and says, "This is fun; but when does this warm-up stop so we can get into some real action?"

"Very amusing," Cat replies wryly, knocking Jessica's hand out of her hair. "But the party's over - time to wipe that pretty smile off your sweet little face."

Cat suddenly lashes out with a straight right to Jessica's jaw that rocks the girl onto her heels. Then she aims another right to Jessica's head but this time, Jess blocks it and sends a powerful right hook to Cat's belly that the taller brunette obviously feels! Still, Cat fires a left jab to Jessica's face, followed by a right uppercut to the younger girl's chin that sends spittle flying in the air as it drives her backward.

However, Jessica comes right back with a right jab to the head followed by a teeth-rattling left to Cat's jaw and Cat reacts with a combination left to Jessica's stomach followed by another right uppercut to the chin that causes Jessica to see stars. But Jess counters by stinging a left jab to the Cat's face and then a big right haymaker that spins the bigger woman around. The resilient Cat Bell rights herself and drives right back with a combination left uppercut and crushing right hook to the stomach. Jess lets out a gasp and falls to one knee.

Cat comes forward and roughly grabs Jessica's head, pulling it down between her thighs, then goes to work on a standing headscissors. Jessica tries to escape, but Cat slams a double ax-handle fist hard onto her back. Jessica is still squirming and Cat drops another ax-handle, and then one more that finally smashes Jessica to the mat. But then with an angry surge, the never-say-die kid wraps both arms around Cat's long legs and - with her head still in the scissors - stands up, lifting a surprised Cat off the canvas while she's maintaining the head scissors. Cat has to prop herself up by grabbing the back of Jessica's legs but then Jessica quickly backpedals toward the nearest ringpost, doing a backward leap into it that violently smashes Cat's back into the steel post.

Cat lets out a cry of pain and sinks onto her head and neck in the corner. Jessica approaches her but her sassy smile on that youthful face has been replaced with an unsmiling, emotionally blank expression - her opaque hazel eyes staring balefully at her suddenly vulnerable opponent.

"No more fun and games," Jessica says quietly; more to herself than anyone else.

She draws back her booted right foot and brutally drives it straight down into Cat's suspended upside down belly as she hangs from the ringpost in the corner. The toe of Jessica's footwear slams violently into Cat's taut abs and the ferocity of the kick is such that it draws a gasp and sympathetic grimaces from the spectators in the audience...except Cori Nadine!

The action at this point is in the part of the ring near the row of seats that Cori and the Director occupy, so those watching on TV - particularly those with HDTV - can see the look of near-orgasmic pleasure on Cori's face as the big kick smashes into Cat's lush body. Cori's fists unconsciously clench and move about as if she were the one in the ring beating on Cat.

Cat slowly sinks into a heap in the corner, moaning but not for long as Jessica grabs her arms and drags her out into the middle of the ring. Standing upright, Jessica deliberately removes her pink thong bikini bottom and tosses it aside before she slowly sits down on the face of her older opponent. Jessica's face rapidly takes on a dreamy look as she grinds her delectable ass on the beautiful face of the legendary Catherine "Cat" Bell!

Cat is rapidly recovering from her back being smashed into the ringpost and the vicious kick to her belly; but now she must put an end to the humiliating ass-smother she's is being subjected to! Cat begins rocking her shoulders back and forth in rhythm, each time raising her shoulder a little higher. But Jessica rides out her movements, shifting her weight to counter Cat's motion….until Cat suddenly switches the rhythm and heaves the same shoulder twice in succession - the second raise being made with all her might.

Jessica is toppled off of Cat and both combatants get back on their feet at the same time; both showing the signs of having been in a tough fight. Neither is smiling anymore - or in the mood to do much talking! Jessica in particular, so energetically pumped up for most of the evening, is unaccustomed to her fights lasting so long or being of such severity and she appears to perhaps be experiencing that empty "post-adrenaline rush" let-down.

Seeing Jessica's body sagging, Cat attacks! She lunges out with her long left leg and leg sweeps Jessica hard to the mat on her belly. Not wanting to waste a moment at this stage of the match, Cat dives on Jessica's upper back and quickly pulls her into a camel clutch; muscling Jessica's arms under her knees and clasping her hands under Jessica's chin. Cat wrenches back with all her strength and Jessica lets out a gasp of painful agony as her spine is bent unnaturally. Jessica desperately tries to free her arms but cannot and her legs flop and thrash uselessly as the young girl puts all her energy into trying to force her body back down, straining to resist the back-breaking force applied by Cat's Camel Clutch.

And as it happens, Jessica's strong back won't yield to the pressure and Cat is forced to ease up on the pressure, realizing the desired submission will not come. Still, damage has been done to her young opponent's body and the experienced Cat plans to capitalize on this as she rises to her feet and smashes her boot on the small of Jessica's already aching and damaged back - keeping it pressed down as she grabs both Jessica's arms at the wrists and violently yanks them back into a surfboard hold.

Cat pulls up and holds Jessica's arms spread out painfully for about five seconds, then relaxes a little; then jerks up hard again for 5 or 6 seconds of continuous pressure before she relents; then hauls up once more. Jessica's face takes on a horrible grimace of agony each time her arms are wrenched upward and Cat's long leg contributes to the pain of the treatment as it gives her plenty of stretching space as she pulls Jessica's arms. Finally, after repeating the arm-pull treatment seven or eight times, Cat releases Jessica's lean, muscular arms; letting them flop down on the mat, numb, hurting and temporarily out of commission!

With Jessica's threat now nearly non-existent, Cat nimbly drops to the mat, swings around and wraps her incredibly long legs around Jessica's waist in a securely tight waist scissors. The tall brunette wastes no time as she immediately pressures down with all the leverage her long legs can provide. Jessica's eyes widen in pain as she feels what it means to be subjected to the powerfully constricting grip of a Cat Bell leg scissors. Jessica desperately tries to twist and wriggle out of the trap - but her legs can't be brought into play and her arms have been rendered 'hors de combat' thanks to Cat's surfboard. All she can do is hope her abs can hold up and prevent her waist from caving in under the pressure. Cat sets her jaw with determination and, with a feint sneer, brings additional crushing pressure to bear with her powerful legs.

Her lower lip quivering, Jessica can't help crying out loudly and piteously as Cat twists her upper body around closer to Jessica's, then reaches out and grabs her hair which she uses to slowly pull the young girl's face and her own breasts together…..closer and closer while maintaining her crushing leg scissors! Once Cat has her close enough, she plunges Jessica's face down into the cleavage between her heavy breasts and wraps her arms around to hold it in! Cat's breasts are so big and round that one of them is nearly as big as Jessica's entire head. Jessica quickly finds herself in the position of being smothered by the two magnificent mammaries of the mighty Cat Bell.

Cat permits a smile to curl her lips as she feels the fight ebbing from her young opponent who is unable to resist the relentless combined onslaught of her legs and her breasts. The tough young girl holds out longer than most, but after almost five minutes of devastating constricting and smothering, the referee raises Jessica's hand and lets it drop back to the mat without any sign of resistance - indicating she's been knocked out.

The bell rings ending the fight and as she leans back and releases Jessica from her fleshy prison, Cat's hand is raised in victory. Cat Bell will move on to the next round. But Cat isn't quite done here yet! She calls for a security usher to hand her a metal folding chair from ringside. The usher hesitates, knowing what fighters typically do with such chairs.

But Cat reassures him, "Don't worry," she smiles. "I'm not going to smash her head with it or anything like that. Believe it or not, I'm just going to sit on it."

Reluctantly, he scoots the folding chair onto the mat and Cat takes the folding chair and opens up, then walks over to Jessica, grabs her under the arms and lifts her up, shaking her in an effort to revive her from her breast slumber. Jessica's eyes flutter open, registering a dim semi-consciousness. Cat leads the dazed young girl over to the chair. Cat sits down and stretches Jessica on her belly across her lap, her smooth round ass raised.

"How old are you?" Cat asks.

"Wha...?" Jessica mumbles out in a daze.

"How OLD are you? You must know that!"

"Uhh....I just turned 23 yesterday, March 3."

"Oh! 23! And I forgot to send you a birthday message! Well, let's make up for that right now. Twenty-three, you say?" Cat begins swatting down with her open palm on young Jessica's bare ass. As each spank sends ripples through her gluteus maximus, the CRACK of flesh hitting flesh is clearly heard in the arena. As Cat repeatedly slams her palm down on the ever-reddening posterior of her challenger, Cat makes eye contact with Cori who is sitting in the front row.

"You see Cori? THIS is what happens…" Cat continues, doling out a harsh spanking. "…when you send a girl to do a woman's job! Don't send any more kids after me or the same thing will happen to them!"

Cori listens to this with the facial expression of someone who has just bit into a sour lemon while the audience count the spanks until Cat reaches the end of her 'therapy' treatment as they chant, "...19… 20… 21… 22…!"

At "…23!" Cat stops, having administered the age count. Tears are trickling from Jessica's eyes as Cat stands up, letting the young woman's body drop moaning to the mat.

"Happy Birthday, Biel!" Cat tells her.

Then Cat picks up the folding chair, folds it up and leaves the ring, apparently to return it to its place. But instead, she strides directly over to Cori Nadine who rises to meet the impending threat. But before Cori can even defend herself, Cat slams the metal chair down on her head, smashing her hated rival to the floor. Cat shoves it into Mr. Chris's arms, telling him, "HERE! I think you need to administer a dose of this to her head regularly - three times a day should be sufficient!"

Then Cat gives him her witheringly sultry smile, turns, and triumphantly strides out of the arena.

Meanwhile, Cori Nadine has struggled back up to her feet. She grabs the chair out of Mr. Chris's trembling hands and angrily smashes it on the floor - narrowly missing the toes of his shiny patent leather shoes. "I want a match with THAT bitch, in THAT ring, in THIS tournament!?"

"Uh Cori, ... in the tournament? Why not just take her on down on Muscle Beach like usual?

"No!" Cori hissed with an evil grin. "I want to destroy her in front of a world-wide TV audience of billions of her fans…and mine!"

"But…but, there's no way," Mr. Chris stammered. "I…I mean, you aren't even IN the tournament..."

"Find a way!" Cori growls, threateningly grabbing the front of his white shirt in her grasp and lifting him onto his tippy-toes. "You understand…little man?"

"OK, OK!" he hastily says, "I'll see what I can do." They walked out together, Mr. Chris having no idea how he's going to get Cori into a tournament match against Cat Bell but knowing he'd BETTER find a way!