Kristy had challenged the statuesque brunette after finding out Charisma had been disrespectful of her acting prowess in a recent interview.

Charisma, the actress of ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’, ‘Angel’ and ‘Baywatch’ had accepted without hesitation. She had plenty of catscrap’s under her belt and despite having to acknowledge Kristy had looked pretty damn spectacular in her 2001 Maxim pictorial, she was confident of her ability to handle the long-haired, busty blonde.

Several of Charisma’s ‘Buffy’ cast mates were there to support her, including Sarah Michelle Gellar and Allyson Hannigan. Even though Kristy’s brief fame had faded in recent years, she still had quite a few supporter’s as well. Cast mates from past movies included Tyra Banks, Catherine Zeta-Jones and husband Michael Douglas and Kelly McGillis all had shown up at the club to cheer her to victory. Catherine, being her snotty, instigating self, purposefully bumped Allyson several times in the lounge, raising the ire of the sweet but dangerous redhead. As they sat waiting for the contest to begin, Cat and Allyson glared at each other malevolently across the space separating them.

Co-owner and official club announcer Jack Nicholson stepped to the center of the mat and cleared his throat as he surveyed the packed crowd, “Ladies and gents, first let me introduce the beautiful lady who issued tonight’s challenge. She was the original ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’ in the film.......and I understand that may have something to do with our upcoming little spat. She was also in ‘Higher Learning’ an excellent John Singleton flick, co-starring the exquisite Tyra Banks, who is gracing us with her presence this evening.”

Jack raised his glass of scotch and winked at the tall black model/actress, who smiled and pursed her lips at him as Jack spun and threw out his arm dramatically as he shouted, “Here she IS, the epitome of California blonde...Kristy Swanson!”

Kristy’s fans erupted in cheers as she strutted toward the mat in a white microfiber thong and matching bra. Her face reflected her determination as she stepped onto the mat and briskly nodded at her fans.

“Kristy’s 5’7” and weighs......,” Jack paused as he squinted at the index card in his hand. “Well, she didn’t tell us what she weighs,” he continued as he looked the gorgeous blonde up and down, “but whatever it is, I’d say it’s just about fucking right!”

Whistles pierced the air, coming from several unescorted actors and actresses, as they admired her athletic frame.

Jack flipped the index card over and read, “The woman accepting Kristy’s challenge is from Nevada. And she’s an intoxicating....,” He swished the contents of his glass around and winked at the giggling crowd. “An intoxicating raven-haired beauty, noted for roles on television series including ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’, ‘Angel’, and ‘Baywatch’. She was also a San Diego Chargers cheerleader. Here is.......Charisma Carpenter!”

Charisma’s supporter’s cheered enthusiastically as she strode to the mat wearing a red lace bra and panty set. She smirked at her opponent as Kristy’s eyes burned into her with cruel intentions.

“Charisma’s 5’8” and weighs 113 well-proportioned pounds,” announced Jack as he gazed over at the brunette who turned her back to him and playfully grabbed the cheeks of her ass as she smiled back at him over her shoulder. “Yep, well-proportioned!” repeated Jack as noise reverberated through the room from the woman’s fans encouraging them.

As Sarah Michelle gazed around the crowded room, suddenly her face went pale, “I don’t fucking believe it!”

Sarah Michelle had spied Jessica Biel across the mat from her, cheering loudly for Kristy. If there was one bitch on this earth she despised, it was Jessica. Her fiancé, Freddie Prinze Jr., had starred in a movie called ‘Summer Catch’ with light brunette Jessica and the rumor mill was churning even before shooting was finished. Freddie was the love of Sarah’s life, and she trusted him fully but 20 y/o slut Jessica was a different story. Sarah Michelle abhorred the bitch.

“This is ‘Put Up Or Shut Up’ - there are no rules!” boomed Jack. “These lovely pussycats are here to shed some fur so without further ado, let’s get to the rippin’ an’ strippin’!”

The crowd hooted and howled with delight as Charisma and Kristy assumed defensive stances and cautiously moved toward one another. They each feinted attacks, testing their opponent’s reactions as they slowly circled the mat.

“Did you get all pissy over my remark about you as Buffy?!” taunted Charisma.

“Whadda you think, bitch?!” snapped the blonde angrily as she flashed out a jab that missed the dodging brunette.

“You know as well as I do that the show would’ve tanked with you in the lead,” teased Charisma.

“Only reason I didn’t get the role,” hissed Kristy, missing with another jab, “is because my womanly figure couldn’t pass 16, unlike your no-tits, teeny-bopper, bleached blonde, girlfriend over there.”

Charisma kicked her long leg at Kristy’s knee, but she deflected it with a swipe of her hand.

“Maybe you should’ve challenged her insteada me,” Charisma grunted.

“I wouldn’t waste my time on that little wench,” growled Kristy as she lunged at Charisma with a looping right hand punch.

Charisma side-stepped and staggered Kristy with a quick backfist to the back of her head. Kristy regained her balance and spun back toward the brunette, who calmly faced her with her guard up.

“Big things come in little packages......or in my case, big packages,” huffed Charisma as her foot flashed up, striking Kristy in the chest and sending her backpedaling across the mat trying to catch her breath.

Charisma chased after the blonde, who wisely ducked and grabbed Charisma’s wrist as she dipped her knees and thrust her other arm up between the brunette’s legs. In an instant, Charisma was draped over Kristy’s shoulder’s being spun around in an airplane spin. The spectator’s egged the women on as Kristy dizzied Charisma before she dumped her to the mat on her back with a loud SPLAT and a groan.

Charisma looked up at Kristy with a startled expression as the blonde stood over her, smiled then raised her foot. The brunette rolled over just as Kristy stomped down, her bare foot slamming into the mat narrowly missing her. Kristy followed with another stomp that the rolling Charisma again barely avoided. The frustrated blonde stepped toward her just as Charisma kicked out with her foot, catching Kristy in the ankle and dropping her to the mat with a yelp. Charisma drew her knee to her chest as Kristy rolled onto her side, then thrust her leg straight out. Kristy grunted in pain as Charisma’s foot smacked under her chin, knocking her onto her back in a daze.

Charisma’s fans cheered as she scrambled to her feet while Kristy floundered on her back bewildered. The brunette rammed her foot into Kristy’s belly, jerking the blonde’s legs up in the air as she gasped and grabbed her gut. Charisma stood at Kristy’s head, her feet on her long blonde hair pinning her head to the mat.

“Now, THIS is the way to stomp a bitch when she’s down,” Charisma snarled as she lifted her foot and drove down on the blonde’s heavy tits. “See how it’s done, airhead?!”

Kristy was gurgling for air, not knowing if she should hold her belly or her crushed breasts. Charisma didn’t give her time to decide, she plopped her ass down on the blonde’s face in a reverse straddle, then began hammering her fists into her big, soft boobs. Kristy’s muffled shrieks could be heard from beneath Charisma’s ass as the dark-maned wildcat pummeled away at the girl’s jiggling breast flesh with brutal blows as the blonde’s feet slapped the mat frantically, her air supply cut off by Charisma’s sweet smelling ass as her tits were beaten mercilessly.

Allyson bounced up and down in her seat, screaming with delight as she watched her old cast mate punish the blonde. Charisma stopped punching and grabbed the front of Kristy’s bra, yanking it up with all her might. The fabric stretched to it’s limit until the fastener’s between the straps and cups finally snapped under the strain like rubber bands. The spectator’s roared as Charisma laid open the ruined bra, baring Kristy’s magnificent mams. Then she leaned over and her fingernails pierced the tender breast flesh as she grabbed both tits and began a savage clawing attack that had Kristy screaming in agony, her legs convulsing and flailing on the mat as her hands grabbed at Charisma’s wrists, twisting and pulling them in a vain attempt to pry them from her aching boobs.

“Are you real fond of these melons, blondie?!” snarled Charisma. “They’ve sure done wonders for your acting career, haven’t they?!”

Kristy moaned and squawked as her boobs were raked and slapped, the pain unbearable. With Charisma mounted firmly upon her face, Kristy was being smothered and she was faltering fast. Her ineffectual grip on the brunette’s wrists as Charisma squeezed her traumatized tits went slack as her arms slowly slid down and fell to the mat. Charisma felt her foe start to go limp and abruptly raised up on her knees, lifting her ass off Kristy’s face.

“Ooops! Wait, I don’t want you passing out on me yet - I haven’t finished making you pay for challenging me!” she said. “I think this should be one of those ‘audience participation’ things, don’t you?”

The brunette beauty rose to her feet as Kristy lay gulping in air and gingerly massaging her discolored breasts. The blonde whimpered as Charisma used a handful of her hair to slowly haul her to her feet. Charisma bent the blonde over at the waist and cinched on a side headlock as Kristy sniffled and weakly resisted. Then Charisma walked her over to the first row of seats off the edge of the mat, grinning devilishly.

“Let’s shout out a ‘Hey!’ to our friends who came to cheer us on tonight, waddaya think?!” teased the brunette. “I want you all to give this blonde bimbo a healthy spank.”

Charisma stopped beside Jack, holding Kristy securely in place. He leaned forward, his nose nearly touching the thin, damp strap of Kristy’s thong as he took a deep breath with his eyes shut; a grin curling his lips as he exhaled with satisfaction. The blonde whimpered as she felt Jack’s lips press on her ass cheek and plant a sloppy kiss on it.

“Jack!!!” scolded Charisma smiling. “I said a slap, not a snack!”

He looked mischievously at the brunette and pulled back his hand, delivering a stinging slap that jiggled the blonde’s fanny, eliciting a shrill yelp. Charisma walked her foe down the line, halting at Kim Cattrall. The blonde moaned softly as she gazed at Kristy’s ass, then reached up and slowly ran her fingers over Kristy’s cheeks as Kristy wiggled her ass. Kim gave the whining woman two firm spanks - one to each cheek - then looked up at Charisma with a Cheshire grin and silently mouthed ‘thank you’. The brunette dragged her trapped opponent over to Serena Altschul of MTV. The short haired, tall blonde waived any formalities as she unloaded a heavy spank to Kristy’s stinging fanny flesh which was beginning to glow pink. The hard spank reduced the poor blonde to sobs.

As the sniveling woman was guided down the row of seats, she began to struggle, screaming vulgarities at her rival as Charisma held her tight in the headlock and rammed her knee into the blonde’s belly several times to quell her feistiness and leaving her moaning and gasping for breath.

“Calm down cutie pie, we’re not finished yet.” said the busty brunette as her fans screamed loudly.

Charisma held the battered blonde with her ass faced Ian and wife Nikki Ziering, the ex-Playmate who was currently employed as ‘The Price Is Right’ eye candy. Ian chuckled as he gave Kristy a soft slap, perhaps feeling a bit sorry for the humiliated, crimson-bottomed girl. Nikki, on the other hand gazed with eyes sparkling as she gently caressed Kristy’s burning fanny. Then she leaned forward, putting her lips close to the blonde’s trapped head as she slowly ran her finger under Kristy’s thong and down the crack of her ass.

“Love your thong, hun!” she cooed, then whacked Kristy’s ass with a hard, sharp spank.

The blonde’s body was shaking uncontrollably in a fit of sobs as Charisma held her in a viselike grip. Kristy was defenseless to end the embarrassing punishment. The final seat of the row was occupied by Edward Norton of ‘American History X’ and ‘Fight Club’ fame. As Kristy’s ass was presented to him for a spank, he gently touched her inner thigh and slowly slid his hand up to the warm crotch of her thong, cupping her mound and rubbing slowly.

“Hey, slap only you perv!!!” snapped Charisma, giving him a naughty look.

He smiled innocently but kept his hand in place as he reared back with the other and delivered the final slap to Kristy’s burning fanny; forcing a blubbering cry of anguish from the poor blonde. As Chrisma started to pull Kristy away, Tyra Banks stood up in front of her chair several rows back and shook her finger at Charisma. Tyra was livid, having to watch her friend being cruelly humiliated.

Charisma reminded Tyra, and everyone within shouting distance, that Jack and Warren had a strict policy about outside interference during a match. Anyone who joined the fray was banished for life, no exceptions! If a woman wanted revenge for a friend, she had to issue a challenge formally on the lounge keyboard. It took all of Tyra’s restraint to keep from jumping the dark-haired bitch and giving her a serious ass whuppin’ Jack turned around and told her she’d get a chance - eventually.

“Let’s get back to the ass kicking!” laughed Charisma and she sprinted back onto the mat dragging the stumbling Kristy.

She left her feet and dropped to the mat on her ass, smashing the blonde’s forehead down on the mat with a devastating bulldog! Kristy grunted as her body was laid flat out, her slightly spread legs quivering as she lay flat on her belly, nearly KO’d by the vicious move.

The raven-haired destroyer knelt by her moaning opponent and transformed her into a whimpering wreck as she started to pepper the blonde’s already rosy ass with repeated spanks. The crowd chanted Charisma’s name as she paused to catch her breath and acknowledge the cheers. Then she pressed her open hand with her fingers spread into Kristy’s red bottom leaving a white handprint on the red flesh and making the poor blonde whine pitifully.

Allyson Hannigan’s body was covered in goosepimples as she enthusiastically egged on her friend Charisma. The cute, innocent-appearing redhead had a penchant for catfights, having engaged in her share of them in the past. Seeing a woman dominated by another lit a fire between her legs every time - most especially when she was the one dishing out the dominance. She’d periodically glanced over at Catherine Zeta-Jones during the match, miffed by the brunette’s antagonistic demeanor earlier. There was something about the overrated cunt actress Allyson just couldn’t stand.

“That Welsh bitch with the Daddy complex keeps staring at me!” Allyson complained to Sarah Michelle who was busily embroiled in a staredown herself with Jessica Biel.

“Fuck her,” snapped Sarah Michelle. “That’s the slut I want a piece of over there.”

Allyson looked across the mat to Jessica, who, gloating, stuck her tongue out at them, then raised her hand with her fingers in a V and waggled her tongue crudely between them.

“Oooh, I hadn’t seen the brown-haired bitch,” Jessica snarled.

“I did,” growled Sarah Michelle. “I caught a whiff of her scent as soon as we set foot in this place.”

A cry of anguish from the mat snapped their attention back to the fight. They saw Charisma seated, grasping one wrist and ankle of her humbled foe who lay on her side with her back toward the brunette. Charisma had both feet planted in the small of Kristy’s back, pulling back on her arm and leg in a brutal bow and arrow. The straining blonde groaned as Charisma subjected her spine to unbearable pressure. Kristy’s red ass looked so hot you could fry an egg on it.

“Come on Kristy, don’t give up!!!” screamed Catherine Zeta-Jones, her eyes fixed on Allyson, who shot her a scowl in return. “All the ‘Buffy bitches’ are pussies. Rip her apart, let’s go!” Catherine screamed to cheers from Charisma’s friends.

Charisma finally released her hold on Kristy and the battered blonde flopped onto her back, her eyes squeezed shut as she groaned and reached for her lower back. Charisma scooted across the mat in a seated posture and yanked up the blonde’s head by her disheveled mane, slipping her head between her powerful, tanned thighs and clamping on a head scissors.

“You’re out of it, cupcake,” taunted Charisma. “Time to send you a nappin’.”

With Charisma’s fans clamoring for victory and cheering her on as her hapless blonde rival weakly kicked her feet and pawed at her taut thighs, Charisma teasingly plucked the blonde’s hard nipples.

“Oh shit….bitch!” gasped Kristy.

Kristy’s high hopes for laying a humiliating beating on the mouthy brunette were quickly crumbling into dust. Any woman issuing a challenge at the club flirted with disaster, especially if the bitch she called out proved superior. Charisma had dealt out a hefty dose of painful embarrassment and Kristy wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. The excruciating pressure of the brunette’s scissors was sapping what meager strength Kristy had left. She could faintly hear her friends pleading with her to retaliate. Kristy knew she couldn’t go out - not like this.

In one final desperate move, Kristy tucked her chin down as much as she could and promptly bit down on the sinewy flesh of Charisma’s thigh. She could hear blood-curdling screams from the dark-haired actress as she viciously dug her teeth into her flesh like a wolverine, piercing the skin and tasting her blood. Charisma briefly yanked at Kristy’s hair as she cried out in agony, but the blonde had her teeth sunk into her prey.

Charisma finally released the scissors and dragged herself away from the crazed blonde, her mutilated thigh seeping blood. The crowd was buzzing in shock at the sudden turn of events and Kristy’s fans erupted in cheers of encouragement as Charisma sat in shock. As she sat on the mat looking at her wound, Kristy exploded toward her from her hands and knees, tackling the brunette over onto her back. Kristy went like a house on fire, windmilling slaps and punches down on Charisma who desperately tried to protect herself with her forearms. A hard, straight right hand punch connected on the brunette’s chin and bounced her head off the mat, leaving her semi-conscious. Charisma’s arms fell limp and spread out on the mat.

The lunatic blonde tore into Charisma’s lace bra, shredding it as the brunette had done hers earlier until it was stripped from Charisma’s unresisting torso, unveiling her stupendous breasts. Then Charisma was harshly snapped back to full consciousness, screaming as Kristy raked and ravaged her tits, raising angry red furrows on her pale, generous flesh.

“How do YOU like it, bitch?!” hissed Kristy as Charisma’s mouth twisted in a anguished grimace.

Kristy friend’s roared their approval as she got to her feet and kicked Charisma in the ribs with her heel, rolling the overwhelmed brunette over onto her belly. Kristy’s red-rimmed eyes zeroed in on her opponent’s firm ass as she grabbed the seat of her bikini panties and jerked them into the brunette’s crack, turning the seat into thong and exposing the soft cheeks of her fanny.

Kristy dropped her knee on the small of Charisma’s back, pinning her, then she set Charisma’s ass quivering as she paddled it severely; not stopping until the red shade matched her red lacy panties. The brunette’s feet beat up and down on the mat as she squirmed and yelped with each spank.

Charisma groaned when Kristy hoisted her up on her hands and knees by her panties and hair. Kristy held her by her long, brown mane as she straddled her neck and clamped on a reverse standing headscissors. Charisma was still in shock from the sudden reversal and things were getting out of hand fast. As Kristy kept a firm grip on her hair, Charisma violently struggled against the constricting hold, grunting as her face got redder and redder, it’s hue approaching that of her bottom.

“I trained hard for this match, cunt!” snarled Kristy as she squeezed her thighs tighter, crushing Charisma’s neck. “This’ll be one match you’ll never forget!”

The spectator’s groaned as the blonde abruptly dropped to her knees on the mat, taking Charisma’s head down with her and driving it facefirst onto the mat - a perfectly executed atomic drop. Kristy sat back on her convulsing opponent’s upper back and grinned a smug, superior smile at her gushing fans; even being so bold as to strike a double armed biceps flex. Her grin masked the excruciating pain she felt when her abused bottom sat down Charisma’s back. This was her moment to shine!

The confident blonde babe rose to her feet and looked down at her prostrate rival, who, other than letting out a faint moan, showed little signs of life. Allyson screamed encouragement to her flattened friend, unable to hide her concern for Charisma as Kristy used her foot to roll her limp foe back over on her back. Charisma’s eyes were unfocused as she stared up at the bright overhead lights blankly.

“Finish the bitch!!!” screamed Catherine Zeta-Jones, her dark eyes flashing with erotic glee as her hand squeezed Michael’s knee.

Kristy measured her stretched out opponent and then threw herself in the air, hitting the mat on her ass with a heavy THUD as she dropped a crushing leg drop across Charisma’s heaving chest; squashing her big tits and knocking all the air from her lungs. Charisma’s legs snapped up into the air as Kristy’s leg smacked into her chest. She barely managed to cling to consciousness while Kristy let out a shrill yelp. Kristy rolled onto her belly and got to her hands and knees, reaching back and gently rubbing her sore ass which was still smarting from her spanking.

She glared at Jack as she winced and complained, “Owwww!!! Your mat could use thicker padding for Christ’s sake!”

Jack chuckled and shook his head, “You just got yer pretty little ass paddled by half the crowd, sweet pea. This ain’t the WWF! Deal with it or put on a few more pounds before you try that move again!”

“C’mon Charisma!” screamed Allyson nervously, knowing her close friend was up to her chin in deep doodoo!

Suddenly the redhead’s body jerked as something hit her in the side of her face. She snapped her head around in the direction of Catherine Zeta-Jones, who smirked at her and held up an ice cubes from her cocktail glass. Michael was quietly scolding her for her childlike antics.

“The long-haired bitch just hit me with an ice cube!” snarled Allyson as she glared at Catherine. When her comment didn’t get a response, she asked, “Sarah Michelle?!” and turned to her friend…. Sarah Michelle’s seat was empty! Then she looked across the mat and gasped, “Oh-oh!”

Sarah Michelle was on the other side of the room, face to face with Jessica Biel. They both looked pissed! Ryan Phillippe was firmly restraining his gorgeous wife as Reese Witherspoon spoke to Jessica, trying to diffuse the situation. Both of the two wildcats stared malevolently at one another while their friends urgently spoke to them trying to calm them.

Back in the middle of the mat, Kristy was about to make a huge mistake. She had Charisma dead to rights, but instead of snuffing the brunette out, she wasted valuable time tending to her own battered body. Most of the fans were preoccupied by the developing spat between Sarah Michelle and Jessica and for a moment or two the main event had to take a back seat to the situation unfolding in the crowd.

Charisma gradually gathered herself, pleasantly surprised her bimbo rival had given her a much needed, though unintentional breather. She got to her hands and knees just as Kristy turned back toward her. Charisma lunged, throwing a punch at the blonde’s belly button. Kristy reacted swiftly, side stepping the punch and hammering the back of Charisma’s head with a back fist punch. Charisma cried out as she collapsed face down on the mat, instinctively rolling onto her back. Looking up, she saw Kristy approaching - in fact, she saw SEVERAL Kristy’s approaching!

“NOW it’s naptime, baby!” announced Kristy as she moved in with her fists clenched.

The raucous cheers for Kristy were abruptly cut short when Charisma buckled the blonde’s knee with a hard kick from flat on her back the mat. Kristy dropped shrieking to one knee, clutching the damaged one with both hands. Still on her back, Charisma snapped another savage heel kick that exploded on the point of Kristy’s chin. The blonde grunted as her teeth clacked together, then she slowly toppled over, hitting the mat flat on her back with her arms and legs splayed out and her body jerking erratically. The crowd gasped and fell silent, half wondering if Charisma could take advantage and the other half frightened that Kristy was seriously injured!

Charisma knew it was time to end it; she was battered and exhausted. No more playing around, just put the bitch out. She crawled on her hands and knees around the weakly moaning Kristy and sat on the mat at Kristy’s head. A defeated moan spilled from the busty blonde’s lips, between which a small trickle of blood began to flow. Charisma’s friends began to chant her name as she slowly, painfully wrapped her legs around her demolished opponents head in a figure four headscissors, then grunted as she cinched it up tight.

“Noooo!!!” wailed Tyra as she rose from her chair, her hands tearing at her hair as she witnessed her overmatched friends pending demise.

Kristy was barely conscious when she was being wrapped up in the figure four. Once she was effectively trapped, she had nothing left in the way of resistance. She softly whimpered, her lips trembling as Charisma’s leg pressure around her neck began to shut her body down. Other than a few weak kicks of her long, lean legs, she lay flat like road kill between Charisma’s lethal legs. A solitary tear seeped from her eye and trickled down the side of her cheek and dripped on the mat beneath her as her body shuddered. She could hear the wild cheers from Charisma’s friends and fans reverberating through the room. Kristy’s worst nightmare was coming true, rearing it’s ugly head to devour her. She’d dared to challenge Charisma and now the dark-haired demoness was sending her to a devastating, embarrassing defeat.

Kristy gave a short groan as Charisma cupped her hand under her chin and pulled her head back, forcing her to look into the brunette’s eyes as the top of her head was wedged into Charisma’s crotch. Kristy could feel the heat rising from it.

“Try to bite me now, bitch! You’re finished!” growled the brunette as she poured on the pressure.

Kristy’s hands slid over Charisma’s muscular thigh, but she had no remaining strength to even pry at them. Her eyelids drooped and Charisma saw the white’s of her eyes as they rolled back just before they fluttered closed. Her hands slipped off Charisma’s leg and flopped lifeless to the mat. She gave a shallow sigh as she drifted into unconsciousness.

The brunette’s fans whooped and screamed for joy as she unhooked her leg scissors and let Kristy’s head dropped to the mat with a soft THUNK. She lay with her mouth slightly ajar in her forced slumber. Charisma rolled onto her back in exhaustion, resting her sore body as she soaked in the adoration of the noisy crowd. After several moments, she slowly struggled to her feet and waved to her fans, her red, abused breasts bobbing sensuously on her heaving chest as she receiving another round of applause.

Charisma grinned as she made eye contact with Tyra and the Black model scowled nastily back as she mouthed, “Fuck you!”

Straddling Kristy’s limp legs, Charisma bent down, grabbed the beaten blonde’s sweaty thong at her hips and stood up, lifting Kristy’s hips into the air. Slowly, Charisma backed down her legs, lifting them as she pulled the thong down over her thighs and knees, letting Kristy’s slack body slide out of the thong as she stripped it down her legs and off over her feet. Balling it up, Charisma threw it right at the tall black model.

“Hey - Hey, NO!!!” protested Jack who jumped out of his chair while the precious, fragrant treasure was in mid-flight.

Tyra snatched the undergarment out of the air and immediately fired it back at Charisma with a malicious look on her face. Charisma picked it up from the mat, spread her fingers and pressed them to her lips, wagging her tongue between them at the enraged black model. Tyra gave her one last, long glare, then spun around and stormed out of the battle room, shoving the still cheering Jamie Luner aside as she bulled past her. The redhead cursed at the rude bitch, making a mental note to leet her know she didn’t like it before turning back toward the mat and screaming her praise again.

Charisma seductively wiggled over to Jack carrying Kristy’s soiled thong. She presented the garment to him and he pressed it to his face and took in a deep sniff.

“Thank you, darlin’,” he sighed as a wide grin spread across his face that reminded her of his smile as ‘The Joker’.

Some of the fans gasped as the brunette slipped out of her panties, standing stark naked before Jack, then handing them to him too.

“Two for one special tonight, Jack,” Charisma said breathily, adding with a wink, “I hear you have a......healthy appetite.”

“You’re an angel,” he beamed, ogling her wares. “Here’s your winner, folks,” he announced, “the hot as hell Charisma Carpenter!”

While the fans cheered her victory, Charisma swaggered over to Kristy’s body and posed with her foot between her boobs, flexing her biceps as she flashed a proud smile.

“Box her up in a ‘to go’ container, would ya doll?!” asked Jack. “I think I’ll nibble on her later at the beach house!”

As Charisma’s victory celebration unfolded in the battle room, Ryan and Reese were trying to hustle Sarah Michelle out of the club. She was still seething after her confrontation with Jessica, and the married couple wanted to get their friend out of there before there was trouble. Ryan held Sarah’s arm as they passed the bar where Dennis Quaid was pouring drinks. He looked up with interest as Sarah Michelle was being steered to the door.

Suddenly, Sarah Michelle saw the challenge keyboard and wrenched herself out of Ryan’s grasp and bolted to the bar.

“Hiya Sarah Michelle,” greeted Dennis. Adding as he saw her dark expression, “Who the hell burned your toast this morning?!”

Sarah Michelle snatched up the keyboard, punched in her ID number and snapped, “That’s real funny, Dennis. Who the hell’s dick is Meg sucking these days?!”

He gave her an irritated frown as she punched in her challenge to Jessica Biel while Dennis craned his neck to see the big monitor behind the bar where Sarah Michelle’s challenge was displayed for all to see.

“Well, that one oughta be fun,” he drawled, giving her a smirk.

“It’s gonna be a fuckin’ slaughter!” she snarled as Ryan grabbed her again and hustled her toward the door.

Not long after Sarah Michelle was hustled out of the club, Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael emerged from the battle room and paused at the door so Catherine could chat with recently arrived Minnie Driver. As the women chatted each other up, Michael looked around the bar, nearly empty since most of the members were still cavorting in the battle room. His eyes widened as he saw Allyson Hannigan striding out of the battle room with her jaw set. He grabbed Catherine by the shoulders and hustled her out the door in a hurry, leaving Minnie perplexed.

Allyson stopped in the middle of the room and stood there composing herself with her hands on her hips, “Where the hell is Sarah Michelle?!” she asked.

Dennis stared at her firm butt as she wiped down the bar, then he called to her with a sly grin, “Hey Allyson.....”