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This is a fictitious account of fights that took place in an alternate universe in the mid-1950's. It contains nudity, lesbianism and violence.

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MITZI IN HOLLYWOOD Chapter #14: Frank's Birthday (II) The Battles - by Kim and Ginny

Once Frank had everyone's attention, he called some women to the ring to introduce them as new additions to his "league." With a few exceptions it was the usual mix of eager young starlets trying to make an impression. But a couple of names raised a buzz. They were established actresses and the fact they were willing to put their bodies on the line said a lot about their competitive nature but more about their desperate need to revive attention in their fading careers.

The first pairing pitted two women whose hatred of one another was palpable. Liz Taylor and Debbie Reynolds. Their rivalry dated back several months when Debbie caught Liz flirting with Debbie's fiancé, Eddie Fisher. Now that they were married, Frank wanted to take advantage of the publicity surrounding the wedding to hype attendance. Debbie, of course, was all for it - being a veteran of the league. Liz was also eager. Her career was in a period where studio executives thought her too old to play a teen, yet not mature enough to play a woman. Her recent marriage to producer Michael Wilding was the first of a series of events scripted to 're-shape' her image in the mind of both fans and studios.

Liz arrived with Wilding just ahead of petite Debbie Reynolds with her new husband, singer Eddie Fisher. Liz was a long time contract player at MGM and Debbie was a budding young star. After one of Debbie's fights Liz said she, ". . . wasn't impressed by the little girl." Hearing that, Debbie cracked, "If you're afraid to get in the ring, keep your mouth shut. That is unless your opening it to stuff in more of that fried chicken you love." Debbie also taunted Liz in print, telling reporter Brenda Starr, "Liz is only good for two things, horseback riding and husband stealing. She's failed at anything that don't involve wrapping her legs around a dumb animal."

As Debbie hoped, Liz was livid after that. Fan magazines hailed Debbie Reynolds as, "America's Sweetheart," but that just made Liz vomit. "America's sweet heart-shaped ass is more like it," she said in one of the few quotes that could be printed. She told close friends as the fight neared, usually with a lecherous laugh, "I'll spank 'her sweet-heart' butt in front of everyone. That 'heart shaped ass' will look like a Valentine card and her face'll be the same shade of red when I finish."

Frank scheduled them in the first bout at his birthday party and as added excitement, he promised fans the loser would kiss the winner's ass afterward. Debbie was confident, especially since no one had seen Liz fight or even knew if she could. Liz was a fine horsewoman, she'd proven that doing her own riding in "National Velvet" but that was as a teenager. When they met a few weeks before the fight at a premiere, Liz pushed her bosom in little Debbie's face and taunted, "Don't mess with me little girl. I'm more woman than you'll ever be. Every man in the room knows it, see how their eyes follow me? Even Eddie can't keep his eyes off me." Debbie's eyes flashed and she grabbed Liz before Fisher pried them apart. Michael Wilding laughed at the thought of his wife, the lovely Liz Taylor, in a "catfight."

Debbie was angry when Eddie pulled her away from Liz, "Why're you protecting that bitch? You want to have her like she says?" Eddie took Debbie away while Michael got Liz a drink but the dark-haired actress screamed at Debbie, "Come back and fight," as Eddie led her away. Obviously, the hard feelings between them were real and most "experts" predicted the petite veteran Debbie would show Liz she had a lot to learn about what it meant to be in a real fight.

Liz came out first in a pair of black panties and a sexy black Merry Widow that barely held her full breasts and hugged her tight, firm belly. Debbie bounded down the aisle in a pink bikini bra and panty set, her hair in a pony tail that made her look far younger than Liz who was just 2 months older. Liz face and full figure made her look like a worldly woman with far more experience than the demure little Debbie could possibly have. They glared at each other from their corners as the announcer introduced them and the celebrity referee, an ex-fighter of some renown in her day, Joan Crawford.

FIRST BOUT: Liz Taylor vs. Debbie Reynolds (2:3 falls)

FIRST FALL

As soon as the bell rang, Debbie charged and drop kicked Liz in the chest. She went sprawling on the mat and Debbie leaped on top of her, using Liz's hair to hammer her head on the canvas. Liz went limp and Debbie stood up, raised her foot and stomped down on her chest, but Liz rolled out of the way just before Debbie' foot struck. Debbie screamed in pain and hopped around on one foot until Liz grabbed her arm and threw her to the mat.

Debbie turned onto her back and as Liz came to her, kicked out with both feet. One caught Liz's knee and buckled it, dropping her beside Debbie who rolled herself onto Liz. With Debbie on her chest, Liz's mid-section was vulnerable so Debbie raked the exposed soft skin with sharp nails as Liz kicked her legs and screamed for the referee. Then Debbie pounded her fist into Liz's stomach a couple of times, each bringing a grunt from the young woman. "You aren't so tough," Debbie said, making sure it was loud enough so Eddie heard.

Debbie got up and caught Liz's ankle before Liz could catch her breath. She twisted it, forcing the brunette on her side, then stepped behind her. "I said I'd kick your ass," she hissed as she drove her foot twice to the seat of Liz's panties. The impact made her cheeks shake under the thin cotton. Liz blushed, as much at being beaten by a smaller woman as her embarrassing predicament. Debbie dropped a knee to Liz' ribs, knocking the air out of her and almost breaking her ribs in the process. Liz writhed on the mat, trying to catch her breath and gather her wits. She was angry at herself for underestimating "little" Debbie. She had no idea what Debbie was doing and hadn't yet figured out how to handle her. Her few lessons were barely enough to learn the basic rules, let alone how to counter moves and holds.

Trying to use her edge in height and weight, Liz fought hard but Debbie kept the upper hand. She used her experience to keep Liz on the mat in one painful and energy-sapping hold after another. For most of the first five minutes of the match, Liz found herself beneath Debbie burning energy trying to fend her off or struggle out of some armlock, hammerlock or full nelson. Then Debbie caught her in a side headlock. With Liz's hair disheveled and hanging down over her face, Debbie reached around and raked her fingers across Liz's eyes! It was a veteran's trick, clearly illegal, but Joan Crawford wasn't experienced as a referee and either didn't see it or chose to ignore it. With Liz temporarily blinded by her tears, Debbie punched and kicked her in the stomach to soften her up, then switched her attack to Liz's strong legs. She pushed the taller brunette down to her knees then bounced off the ropes and drop kicked her in the head.

Liz went sprawling and Debbie stomped her crotch before she straddled her waist, pulled down her Merry Widow and began to maul her breasts with both hands. Liz couldn't take much of that kind of pain and screamed out her submission. Debbie stood up and pranced around the ring, posing for a photographer who was taking pictures for Frank. She blew kisses to Eddie and also to Michael Wilding who was on his feet at ringside with a stricken expression as his young wife rolled over clutching her red bosom then struggled slowly to her feet. Michael and her manager helped Liz to her stool where her manager wiped her face with a cool, wet towel.

SECOND FALL

Liz's youth and fitness helped her recover most, if not all, her strength during the break. She even had time to repair her Merry Widow and walk around a bit to loosen up the tightness in her legs. The look on her face spoke volumes about how angry she was over what happened in the first fall. She would not underestimate Debbie again and she looked ready to go when Debbie suddenly hopped out of the ring, grabbed Eddie and kissed him! Debbie looked up at Liz and thumbed her nose at her before she got back in the ring just as the bell rang.

Liz flew out of her corner at the bell and threw a wild punch at Debbie's head. The little brunette barely ducked in time to avoid it but Liz' momentum carried her into Debbie and she grabbed a handful of ponytail, swung her around and launched Debbie halfway through the side ropes. Debbie grabbed the ropes to keep from tumbling out of the ring but was teetering precariously over the middle rope when Liz kicked her in the ass.

Debbie spilled through the ropes and dropped head first on the floor, banging her head on the thinly padded cement. Eddie Fisher ran to check on his young wife, but she pushed him away and started to climb back up on the apron. Before she could step through the ropes, however, Liz came over and kicked her in the stomach so hard everyone heard her grunt. Debbie doubled over holding her belly and Liz was able to reach between the ropes with both hands, grab her hair and drag her headfirst back into the ring.

Liz was on Debbie before she knew what was happening. She hadn't caught her breath yet and Liz dragged her up by the hair and held her up by it as she slammed a fist into Debbie' belly buckling her knees. Liz lifted Debbie's head and slugged her in the side of the face with her fist. In spite of Liz's attempt to hold her up, Debbie started to go down. A knee in the stomach put Debbie on all fours and it looked like Liz would make fast work of her. She wanted to finish Debbie off quickly and a kick to the ribs sent Debbie rolling across he mat grimacing in pain.

Liz grabbed Debbie's ankles and crossed them, forcing her to roll onto her back. Liz pushed Debbie' knees back and down to her shoulders, then kicked her several times in the back of her thighs. Each kick brought a very unladylike grunt from Debbie who had yet to land a blow in this second fall. Liz dropped Debbie' legs and strutted off proudly, puffing out her chest to show she was quite a bit more in that area than Debbie. Debbie rolled over and rubbed the back of her legs which started to cramp but she gamely struggled to her feet to continue the fight.

Before Debbie was upright, Liz backhanded her across the face, first one way, then the other, rocking her head back and forth, reddening her cheeks and tearing her eyes. Liz's hands moved so fast, Debbie couldn't protect her beautiful face. Liz took two handfuls of Debbie hair and ran her backward to the corner. Using her ponytail, she bent her head over the top rope before she elbowed her in the throat. Liz screamed, "I'll sit on your face and MAKE you kiss my ass you slut! And I wont' get off `til you beg me to."

Liz smiled at hearing Debbie whimper, but the fight was far from over. Liz held Debbie by the shoulders and kneed her in the stomach again. The brunette's face was pale and she grabbed the top ropes to hold herself upright. Liz pulled Debbie out of the corner by the hair and used it to flip her halfway across the ring. Debbie landed in a big cloud of rosin dust and lay moaning and holding her belly. Liz walked over and stood glaring down at her a moment, then jumped in the air and came down with her knees in the pit of Debbie's stomach. As Debbie writhed on the mat, Liz kicked her just as hard as she could right in her, "Sweet Heart-shaped Ass."

Debbie's body shook from the impact. Liz lifted Debbie legs and folded them back until Debbie's toes were on the mat next to her ears. If she hadn't been so limber, her legs could have been seriously injured. Liz sat down astride Debbie's thighs, forcing her knees down against her chest and crushing her stomach as it folded nearly double. Liz leaned forward and pressed Debbie's shoulders with each hand as Joan Crawford counted to three. Liz stood and looked down disdainfully, then spat on Debbie as Joan raised her hand signaling victory for the second fall. The match was now tied one fall apiece.

THIRD FALL

Debbie was still on her stool, white-faced and struggling to breath when the bell for the third and deciding fall rang. Liz was on her feet instantly, but took her time, swaggering over and grinning confidently as Debbie struggled to her feet. From the look on her face, no one would have been surprised if she gave up without a punch or blow being landed, in fact that's what Liz offered. "Tell her you quit," she smiled smugly, "I'll let you kiss my bum and you can leave with a little dignity. If not, I'm gonna expose you for all to see." Debbie shook her head stubbornly. "I never quit," she said, "It's why I'm a star and you'll never be anything. You're just another washed up child star like Shirley Temple."

Enraged by the insulting comparison to Temple, Liz drove her foot up between Debbie' legs hard enough to lift the petite gamin off her feet. Debbie collapsed against Liz with her hands on Liz' upper arms. She was gagging and once more short of breath. Liz tossed Debbie back to her corner and wrapped her arms over the top ropes. Liz held her in place by the front of her top as she pounded her right fist into her chest and stomach. Debbie slowly slid down until she was sitting on the middle turnbuckle, her head hung limply forward, her open mouth gasping as she tried to breathe.

Liz hauled Debbie up on her feet, then whipped her around by the arm and flung her into the middle of the ring. Debbie's legs collapsed and she went sprawling, landing on her side and rolling onto her back. She lay clutching her stomach as her feet moved slowly back and forth, brushing the mat with a soft "scratch-scratch" that was audible in the hushed hall. Liz kicked her in the side once and then twice. Each shook Debbie's body as it hit with a dull "splat." Then Liz dropped her leg across Debbie's stomach which snapped her head and shoulders up off the mat.

As Debbie's head started to drop, Liz backhanded her across the mouth, knocking her back down. Debbie lay gasping and sobbing, completely beaten, as Liz rolled her over and pulled her up on her knees using her hair, then drove her knee up under the little girl's chin. Debbie flew back, flopped onto her back and lay without moving!

Liz looked down at her, seeming a bit surprised by the ease with which she'd beaten her rival. Then she grinned, bent over and stripped off Debbie's bra and her panties, leaving her on her back, completely nude in front of the salivating Hollywood big-wigs.

Joan Crawford raised Liz' arm and then knelt to slap Debbie awake to give her the bad news. When she awoke, Debbie tried to get up and cover her nudity with her hands, but Liz slapped her hands away. "Oh no, you slut! Let everyone get a look at what you been hiding from them in your movies. Now you're gonna give everyone what they expect, a show!" Liz pulled her panties into the crack of her ass, bent forward and pushed her butt in Debbie' face. The proud young ingenue hesitated until Joan Crawford reminded her what Frank promised the fans. Blushing, Debbie nodded and meekly pressed her lips to each of Liz's cheeks in turn.

Liz straightened her panties before she strutted around the ring with her arms raised in triumph as Michael Wilding climbed into the ring and hugged her. Eddie Fisher came in and gently wrapped Debbie's robe around her nude and quivering body. As he helped her out of the ring, Liz came over and grabbed Eddie, spun him around and planted a big wet kiss on his lips! "There!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, "To the victor go the spoils!"

Eddie blushed deeply as Debbie grabbed him and dragged him away screaming, "You bastard! I nearly got killed defending my 'turf' from that homewrecker and you let her kiss you right there in front of everyone? Don't think I didn't see you ogle those flabby tits of hers either. Jesus, anyone would think you like her better'n me!" Eddie was stunned, "Oh darling, how can you say such a silly thing?" Then he hurried Debbie away from the ring before she and Liz could get into another squabble.

SECOND BOUT: Stella Stevens vs. Barbara Eden for the "Teen Title" (1 fall)

Everyone was back in their seats and a few jaded old men were on the edge of them as two teenage girls pranced to the ring. The fans all knew Stella from reading my cover story about her in the Mirror. Married at 15, a mother at 16 and divorced at 17 she's attending Memphis State and studying drama. On a visit to Hollywood the 18 year old, 5'5" , 118 pound tigress with the 37D bosom met legendary fight manager Gretchen Curry and moved in with her to train. But few of you know much about 19 year old Barbara Eden. And little wonder. Actually, "Little Wonder" is what Gretchen calls Barbara after seeing her work out with her nieces, Eva and Karin. "She's a natural," everyone agreed. Unfortunately, Barbara's skill and determination is in a 5'3" 113 pound body and no training or practice is going to make her any taller. She is, however, showing definite signs a womanly shape and Curry knows more than most about marketing that commodity. Curry manages both girls and dressed them in modest two-piece suits befitting teenagers. Besides, she knew that just make it more titillating to the dirty old men in the crowd. Brunette Barbara Eden wore virginal white and the blonde Stella Stevens wore scarlet. The contrast was deliberate, emphasizing Stella's Scarlet Woman image and Barbara's virginal naiveté, a contrast both women should be able to carry into upcoming movie careers.

At the bell both women locked up immediately, the stronger Stella taking Barbara to the mat and clamping on a headlock. Barbara kicked and thrashed around, but couldn't break free. She made the mistake of letting Stella ride her chest and wear her down right from the start. Barbara showed inexperience, struggling and trying to muscle her way out of holds instead of using her athletic ability and quickness to avoid being caught by them or by slipping away before Stella could set the hold.

Because of their youth, and concerns about how the match would be received, it was only a one fall fight. Really, it was more of an exhibition or gimmick as far as Frank was concerned, but the two teenage competitors took it as a deadly serious fight. Both girls gave and took pain like veterans. At one point, Barbara ducked under Stella's rush and took her down by the leg, twisting it until it looked like she was about to submit. Then Barbara got careless and Stella kicked her in the chest and escaped. It was Barbara's last chance to win the match. After that Stella got serious.

Stella caught Barbara coming off the ropes and ducked underneath, lifting the petite teen straight up over her head. Barbara let out a squeal as she somersaulted over Stella's head and down to the mat landing flat on her back. She lay stunned as Stella wrapped her strong legs around her big chest and started to squeeze. Poor Barbara couldn't catch her breath as Stella constricted her chest between her thighs. Barbara tried using her fingernails, but Stella gave the little brunette's hair a hard jerk to show her it was a bad idea.

Finally, Barbara sobbed out her submission just before she passed out from lack of oxygen. Stella released Barbara, but took her time enjoying her victory, sitting on the groggy teenager's chest and bouncing on her impressive bosom "to revive her" while the crowd cheered. Both girls showed athleticism and grit as well as an impressive variety of holds that belied their inexperience. There's little doubt we'll see a lot more of these two in the years to come.

THIRD BOUT: Mara Corday vs. Anne Francis (2:3 falls)

The crowd was still buzzing from the outstanding show the teenagers put on when they returned to their seats for the third match. In this one, Frank had a couple of young, hungry actresses hoping for their "big break" as a result of this exposure. The first was a Hollywood newcomer, Mara Corday and the other a young ingenue, Anne Francis.

Mara Corday was a gorgeous 22 year old Southern California brunette with a stunning figure. In four films she was used mainly for window dressing, taking advantage of her good looks and figure but not getting an opportunity to display any other "talent." Her break came on the set of "Drums Across the River" when (at the suggestion of an Assistant Director) she and Lisa Gaye (Debra Paget's sister) wrestled in one scene (subsequently cut.) The fight was so good, it's said, that the only print was circulated in the underground fight film market. The spirited struggle, won by Mara, led her to hire a manager who got her a tryout for Frank's birthday party and the exposure it would give her.

Anne Francis, 24, had been in several films already, primarily doing troubled teens or women of easy virtue. Her opportunity came when actress Barbara Hale (her co-star in "A Lion Is In The Streets") took her to wrestle at an underground club where Hale was working at the time. Francis, an athletic young blonde whose prison guard father raised her as a tomboy, took to the physical sport and wasn't shy about showing as much akin as necessary to get larger purses. Hale recommended her to Frank who, after he saw her in action, signed her to a league contract on the spot.

The fight started fast with the eager Corday lowering her shoulder and bowling over the nervous Francis. Anne was on her back before she knew what was happening! Twice Mara got two counts from the ref, but each time Anne managed to get a shoulder up just in time to avoid an embarrassing fast pin. Still, Mara's weight advantage kept Anne down and forced her to waste energy in futile attempts to escape. Mara rolled Anne onto her stomach and put her in a hammerlock, nearly breaking her arm in her excitement. When she wrapped her legs around Anne's waist, the slender brunette was doomed. Mara squeezed her waist and wrenched her arm until Anne cried out the submission that gave the first fall to Mara Corday.

Anne came out cautiously for the second fall, keeping her distance and using her speed to keep away and catch her breath. Both women used several holds, but neither was able to get a lasting advantage. After about four minutes, Anne slipped out of a tie-up attempt by Corday and caught the brunette in a full nelson. She made it tighter with two handfuls of Mara's brunette hair. With Mara screaming at the referee, Anne ran her to the corner and smashed Mara's breasts into the turnbuckle. Mara grunted and her knees buckled. Ann swung her around and flipped Mara over her hip in a move that surprised the crowd as much as it did Mara. Anne next grabbed her ankles, rolled her and stepped into a Boston Crab that left the busty brunette clawing the mat and screaming in pain. After less than a minute, Mara submitted to even the match at a fall each.

The third and deciding fall saw both women being careful. Each had felt the strength of the other and neither wanted to be forced to give up with everyone watching. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as the girls showed surprising skill in a variety of different holds unexpected from the rookies. The match nearly ended at the five minute mark when Mara threw Anne to the ropes and kicked her in the chest as she bounced off. Anne staggered, but caught the top rope to keep herself upright.

Mara came running and stuck her arm out, trying to catch Anne across the throat to finish her. At the last instant, Anne ducked and sent Mara flying over her. The young actress straightened and flipped Mara out of the ring over the top rope. She landed on Frank's table, spilling food and booze everywhere. Instead of letting the referee count her out, Anne jumped out of the ring and dragged Mara off the table by the hair, then body slammed her to the floor. Before Mara could recover, Anne hauled her up and punched her twice in the stomach before she threw her back into the ring. Mara lay groggily, rolling around and holding her back as Anne dropped on her and pinned her shoulders for the three count that won the match.

As the referee held her arm in the air, Anne Francis posed with her foot on Mara's chest - which was smeared with food and drink - while flashbulbs went off. Frank didn't seem at all upset at having his meal interrupted by the flying female and he led a standing ovation for the grinning victor.

FEATURE BOUT: Veteran returns - Joanne Dru vs. rookie Lisa Gaye (2:3 falls, winner to meet Rita Moreno for the title)

Just as soon as the ring was cleared and Frank's table restored to order and everyone got fresh drinks and their bets down for the next fight, Frank climbed into the ring to introduce the participants in the Feature Event. "First, an old favorite of ours making her fighting comeback. Let's give a rousing welcome to Joanne Dru!" The crowd stood to applaud the slender little druggists daughter from West Virginia who, after years making "B pictures" was nearing the end of the road. She hoped a couple of good fights would ignite interest in her again and give her career a much needed boost. Joanne wore a one piece "Merry Widow" that was so sheer every hair of her thick, dark bush was visible. She was still in great condition and she preened and paraded proudly the same as if she were an unknown starlet looking for her first break.

Her opponent was Lisa Gaye, the sister of fighter Debra Paget. Unlike her sister, Lisa was stuck playing bit parts and second leads in "B" movies. After Lisa's on-the-set fight with Mara Corday, Debra talked her into signing with Frank who was excited about the busty young starlet. He planned to use the look-alike sisters as a tag team as soon as they could get in some practice and suitable opponents could be chosen.

As added incentive, Frank announced he'd give the winner a match with the reigning champion, Rita Moreno. No one thought either Joanne or Lisa deserved a title fight but he did it as a favor to Rita who'd been in several rough fights and was due for an easy match. Both Joanne and Lisa knew, however, that a good performance in these fights would help their chances of getting the attention of the studio executives and, perhaps, a chance to get their careers back on track.

Joanne looked spectacular and her costume showed her trim figure to maximum advantage. The veteran star looked to be in just as good condition as she had been fifteen years earlier when she was one of the most popular girls on the Hollywood wrestling scene. Unfortunately, her popularity had been due as much to her spectacular defeats as to her skill, but with her career in freefall, she'd gladly risk another ignominious loss for the chance of making another "good" film.

Lisa Gaye, like her sister Debra Paget, was one of those pretty, busty brunettes that seemed to blossom in Hollywood. Like the blondes she competed with for minor femme fatale roles, Lisa Gaye wore a costume guaranteed to get attention. It was a one piece suit, but so sheer it hid nothing. As she ducked through the ropes, her breasts nearly popped out of the low-cut suit. She turned slowly to be sure everyone got a good look at her before she cupped her bosom in both hands and 'adjusted' things. She smiled confidently at Dru whose expression was like a woman who suddenly realized she may have made a mistake.

Ten years younger than Joanne Dru, Lisa Gaye started fast, intent on showing Dru she feared nothing from her older but vastly more experienced opponent. Dru, wary after years of inactivity, kept her distance from the onrushing Lisa and tried several counter moves as the untrained Lisa attempted to use her vigor and her young muscles to get a quick pin or submission in the early minutes.

Joanne continually slipped away whenever Lisa seemed to have her cornered, but the fans were getting restless at the lack of action. Finally, Joanne side-stepped a rush by Lisa and kneed the young woman square in the pit of her stomach. Lisa's face went white and she doubled over clutching her belly, her mouth open in one of those cute little "bee-stung o's" as she staggered around gasping for air. Joanne grabbed Lisa's hair and pulled her head down against her stomach. Then Joanne hopped in the air, bent over Lisa's head and used her weight to drive her straight down into the mat. Lisa hit on her face and went limp.

Joanne rolled her onto her back and threw herself across Lisa's chest, wrapping her wiry thighs around Lisa's arm beneath her legs and holding the opposite arm with both hands as the referee slapped the mat three times in succession to give the first fall to the veteran Joanne Dru. The crowd applauded politely, but it was clear they weren't impressed by her performance. If she wanted to catch the eye of a powerful executive, Joanne knew she'd have to put on a much better show than she had so far.

The break between falls was short so when the bell rang, Lisa still looked groggy. Joanne charged right after her, determined to finish her groggy opponent before she had time to recover further. Joanne ran and leaped in the air, driving both feet into Lisa's chest and sending her flying back into her corner with her arms draped over the top ropes. Joanne walked up to her, grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her forward as she sat down and kicked up with both feet into the pit of Lisa's belly. All the air went out of Lisa's body as Joanne monkey flipped her over her and back down on her back.

Still holding Lisa's hair, Joanne twisted around, pulled Lisa up and whipped her across the ring to the side ropes. Lisa staggered and stumbled, but didn't fall, just hit the ropes out of control and rebounded right back to Joanne who had set herself. She swept one arm up under Lisa's, lifted her into the air as she turned her hip into Lisa and used the young woman's momentum to toss her over her hip and slam her down on the mat. Lisa's body bounced a foot when she hit, raising a cloud of dust.

Joanne sat next to Lisa and wrapped her sinewy legs around Lisa's head, pulling her face into her crotch by the hair as she locked her ankles and started to squeeze. Unable to breathe, hurt and disoriented, Lisa could do little but kick her legs and paw at Joanne's thigh with her free hand, the other being trapped beneath the older woman's butt. Lisa kicked and kicked, slapped and pawed at Joanne's leg but as minutes passed her struggles weakened. Joanne threw back her head and arched her back as she applied pressure to Lisa's head. The referee shoved his hand between her thighs several times, supposedly checking to see if she was choking Lisa.

Finally, Lisa's arms and legs lay still and the referee tapped Joanne on the shoulder. She opened her legs and Lisa's limp body slid off to one side and lay without moving until the referee slammed his hand on her back several times to rouse her. Even with his tender attention, it was another few minutes before she was able to get up and sheepishly leave the ring on the arm of her sister Debra Paget. Meanwhile, Joanne Dru was luxuriating in once more hearing the cheers of the fans as her hand was raised in triumph over the body of her opponent for the first time in ten years. Her broad smile made everyone feel good for her...until they realized her next fight was with the league champion, Rita Moreno.

SPECIALTY BOUT: Arm wrestling - Mitzi Gaynor vs. Shirley MacLaine (winner introduced last for boxing match)

After a break for refreshments (and to give everyone a chance to make bets) Frank returned to the ring. Seeing Mitzi at ringside with Ethel Merman and Jacquelyn Susann, he whistled. When Mitzi looked up he called her to the ring. Smiling, she left her seat and climbed through the ropes to hug Frank. He put an arm around her waist as he put the microphone to his lips.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight you have a chance to see two of the league's top women in a unique, one-time-only event. Mitzi here and Shirley MacLaine want to have an arm wrestling match to see who enters the ring first in their upcoming fight. A fight," he paused dramatically, "unlike anything in our league before." As everyone listened expectantly, he paused then said, "One time, and one time only, right here in this ring, three rounds of boxing!"

Mitzi looked shocked as he went on. "That's what I said ladies and gentlemen, boxing! Two of the loveliest ladies in Hollywood are gonna put on gloves and settle their differences with their fists. But now, let's give them a big round of applause to come up and arm wrestle for who enters the ring last."

"Frankie, what's this about arm wrestling?"

He looked at Mitzi in surprise. "Sure, arm wresslin'. Didn't you and Shirl agree back at that restaurant you're trying so hard to forget about? Shirley said you did. Hell, I even asked Nikki. She said that's what you told her. I'm not wrong am I sweetie?"

Mitzi's face went pale as she remembered her silly conversation with Shirley before everything went to Hell. Her lower lip quivering, she slowly nodded.

"Yeah Frankie, but I'm not . . . I mean I can't, I'm not dressed . . ."

Just then, Shirley MacLaine appeared from the dressing rooms and jogged to the ring. She was wearing a floor-length sequined dress, cut provocatively low to show off her cleavage, such as it was. Mitzi watched in shock as Shirley bent over and stepped through the ropes to the applause of the crowd.

Shirley came over and hugged Mitzi, pretending to be friendly, but whispered in her ear, "I'm going to humiliate you worse tonight than I did in the restaurant dearie, and everyone's going to see it happen."

Mitzi's face flushed, but she blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "Not in this life you fruitcake. You aren't woman enough to do that to me, not when I'm ready for it."

Shirley giggled. "We'll see."

Shirley went over and whispered something to Frank who gasped, then looked at Mitzi, his eyes slowly running up and down her voluptuous figure.

He smiled and nodded, "Great idea Shirl. A superb suggestion."

He raised the microphone and told the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the arm wrestling match will be held in their underwear. In order for you to get the full show, they'll strip for the match. OK girls, let's do it!"

Mitzi blushed deeply. She wished she'd remembered about this silly arm wrestling. Fortunately, she'd had on a bra. To show she wasn't the least bit afraid, she quickly reached behind her with both hands, thrusting her full bosom out as she slowly worked the zipper of her dress down.

"I really think this is too much," Mitzi hissed to Frank as she worked the skintight dress down over her hips, nearly pulling down her panties off as she did. "After all, I *am* the number one contender."

"Sorry babe, but this is a lot more fun for the fans," Frank whispered as he smiled at a couple of big bettors in the front row.

"Well," Mitzi snapped, "who knew Shirley would want to do this in just panties, garter belt and stockings! I bet she thought I wouldn't go through with it. Well, I'm not gonna let that slut force me into backing down in front of everyone. I'll show her up for the weak little bitch she is."

Mitzi stepped out of her dress and carefully draped it over the top rope in the corner. The crowd screamed their appreciation as she unconsciously raised her arms across her bosom, covering the sheer white strapless bra with her hands as her blush deepened several shades.

Mitzi turned slowly, giving everyone a good look at the semi-transparent, hi-cut white lace French panties she'd worn only because they didn't show under the skintight dress. She lowered her hands to her sides and took a deep breath puffing out her chest and smiling confidently. She knew Shirley couldn't compete with her in the body department. No matter how cruel or wicked Shirley was, there was no way she could use it to her advantage in a situation like this. She tried not to smirk as she looked over and saw Shirley hadn't even started to undress.

"What's the matter Shirley, losing your nerve?" Mitzi purred.

Shirley shook her head, "Just enjoying the moment Mitzi. The sight of you standing there in your bra and panties."

At a signal from Gretchen, the band struck up a tune. Mitzi vaguely recognized it from some "B" movie about a sleazy nightclub where the girls stripped for a living. As she looked back, Shirley had begun to slowly dance around the ring, writhing and wiggling her hips provocatively as she started to undress. Shirley showed all her dance skill, moving sensuously and sinuously around the ring, rolling her gloves down and tossing them one at a time to the yelling men and women at the ringside tables.

Mitzi stood looking foolish, staring open-mouthed while Shirley played to the crowd. She slowly removed her dress, peeling it down and flashing first her right bra cup, then her left. Under her sequin costume, Shirley had a pair of bright red panties trimmed in black and a matching bra with long tassels which (after she dropped her gown) she twirled in opposite directions to a standing ovation. All eyes were on her as she sinuously danced, wiggled and bounced, her breasts jiggling erotically as she played to the crowd as she moved. Mitzi knew she'd been played for a fool once again by Shirley and Gretchen. Clearly, they'd planned this and the fact she'd completely forgotten about it didn't matter. She'd never have thought of putting on the kind of disgustingly cheap display Shirley had done.

After she finished her routine, Shirley unsnapped her garters and slowly and sexily extended each leg in turn to slowly roll her stockings down her long legs. Next, she removed her garter belt and pranced around the ring twirling it like some kind of cheerleader, even using it once to smack Mitzi across the bottom once because she wasn't paying attention. The yelp it caused brought guffaws from the crowd that made Mitzi blush again. Shirley concluded her routine by looping her garter belt around Mitzi's neck and pulling her to her, then kissed her!. The crowd went wild since most had heard the rumors about the lesbian bar brouhaha Mitzi had been involved in recently.

Mitzi shoved Shirley away angrily and tried to slap her, but Shirley easily danced out of range before Mitzi's palm landed. She tossed her garter belt out of the ring and pranced around with her hands clasped triumphantly above her head as Gretchen had a couple of men in carry a table and two chairs to the ring for the arm wrestling. Mitzi wished the entire evening was already over. She'd been humiliated by Shirley's performance and the arm wrestling hadn't even begun.

Mitzi took her time, bending and stretching to limber up before she walked over and stood a few feet from Shirley, glaring as Frank explained the rules. They both hitched up their panties, their firm bodies glistening with sweat from their warm-ups. Mitzi swung a leg over her chair and straddled the table leg. Shirley stood behind hers and glared confidently down at Mitzi. With a tight smile on her lips, she sat quickly, her firm breasts bouncing as her tight bottom hit the seat. Each woman put her elbow on the table and Frank personally supervised them as they grasped the other's hand.

Shirley squeezed Mitzi's hand hard and the startled blonde jerked it away quickly, shaking it, surprised at her strength. They locked hands again. At Franks signal, Mitzi pushed hard but Shirley's arm barely moved. She grunted and strained, but her efforts only moved gained her a few inches. Beads of perspiration popped on Mitzi's brow and chest. Rivulets of moisture trickled between her breasts as she strained for an advantage. Shirley smiled a little and started to push back, her arm muscles standing out like tight cords under her flawless skin. Slowly and steadily she powered the blonde's arm back until it was upright, then down.

Mitzi moaned and bit her lower lip as she quivered from the strain. She pursed her lips, her chest heaved and she grunted as she forced her arm back upright. Both women concentrated, sweat coating their faces and torsos as they strained to get the slightest edge. Mitzi's arm burned and her forearm quivered from the stress. Shirley turned her shoulder and grunted generating a little more power. Slowly but steadily, Mitzi's arm was forced back and down toward the table top. "No," she groaned as her arm started to quiver. As soon as she heard that, Shirley smiled. "Yes! You're all mine." Mitzi shook her head, sweat flying from the tips of her hair, but her arm moved slowly, inexorably downward.

The audience was on their feet, screaming and clapping, cheering for their favorite as theytruggled to see who would be the one to force her opponent down. "I... I can't... get....." Mitzi gasped through clenched teeth as Shirley began to grin. Shirley's arm was burning, but a final thrust slammed Mitzi's hand down to the table with a shout of joy. Instead of letting go, Shirley kept her arm pinned to the table as Mitzi squirmed.

"Wanna try it left handed?" Shirley asked, cocky and full of herself.

Mitzi was embarrassed by how fast she'd lost and desperately wanted to regain a measure of lost prestige. She accepted and after a short break they locked left hands. At Frank's signal Shirley's quick, powerful thrust slammed Mitzi's hand to the table. Mitzi yelped in pain from a sharp twinge in her elbow but Shirley didn't let go. Instead, she got up and walked around the table, twisting Mitzi's arm back as she moved

"P...Please," Mitzi begged, her lips twisted in a grimace as she held her burning left elbow in her right hand, "leggo, that hurts."

Shirley pulled Mitzi off her stool and with a quick twist, forced her to her knees and stood behind her. She leaned on Mitzi's back, forcing her torso forward until her head was on the tabletop.

"Aaaaaaaaarrrgh!" Mitzi cried as she squirmed, "leggo you bitch, dammit."

Shirley turned the arm hold into a hammerlock, then reached under Mitzi's chest and plunged her fingers into the cleavage of her strapless bra and pulled it down to her waist. Mitzi screamed in protest, but it was too late. Mitzi wrapped her free arm over her bare breasts, her face turned bright red. It wasn't the first time she'd been exposed in the ring but it embarrassed her whenever it happened. Shirley wasn't done with her yet, though. She pulled Mitzi away from the table and shoved her down on her knees, then bent her over until her face was on the mat. Then she stuck her foot in front of Mitzi's mouth.

"I'll break this arm if you don't do it, Shirley threatened.

"Wha . . . do what?" Mitzi gasped.

"Why, kiss my foot," Shirley laughed. "Kiss it or I'll break your arm off. You'll have a tough time boxing one handed. Kiss and beg me to let you up, or I snap it off."

Mitzi grimaced and groaned, but she slowly bowed her head as she fought the pain in her shoulder.

"Go on, kiss and beg."

Weeping with shame and pain, Mitzi hesitated, then shook her head.

Shirley gave the arm a quick twist and muttered, "Kiss my foot, or I swear I'll break your arm."

Mitzi shrieked in pain but on hearing her threat, Frank scrambled over and grabbed Shirley's shoulder, "Dammit Shirley, stop that! That's enough! Let her go."

Shirley reluctantly released Mitzi and stepped back. Mitzi, red-faced and out of breath slowly got to her feet rubbing her arm as the excited Shirley jumped up and down, waving her arms over her head.

"YES! I did it, I beat you bitch!"

Shirley ran across the ring and threw herself into Gretchen's arms. Mitzi slumped down on her stool and dropped her head on her arm on the table while she sucked mouthfuls of air. Her head was spinning and she was light-headed from lack of blood and oxygen to her brain. Shirley came over, lifted Mitzi's head by the hair and slapped her sharply.

"You really aren't very strong babe. I hope I don't hurt you too bad when we box."

Shirley grabbed Mitzi's right hand and said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Come on, lets do it right handed again. Obviously, that's your strong one."

But Mitzi knew enough was enough. She wiped her runny nose and shook her head, "No, you proved your point. You're a better arm wrestler. But I'll prove who's the better boxer."

Shirley refused to let her go and tried to pull her back to the table to wrestle again.

Mitzi resisting and tried to pull free and moaning, "No, no more."

She couldn't take being 'pinned' again and bit her lip nervously as she shook her head.

Finally, Frank had seen enough. He wanted to move on to the next match. "Leave her alone, dammit."

Shirley let go and Mitzi fell over backward, landing on her butt. Her firm breasts jiggling as she bounced on her ass to the sound of laughter from the audience. She got up and leaned on the table with tears in her eyes but Shirley hadn't finished. Shirley spun and gave Mitzi's bottom a quick, hard spank that made her yelp. Mitzi turned around and everyone got a look at the bright red hand print on her pale flesh. The audience roared with laughter at the expression on her round face. Mitzi blushed, ashamed at being beaten so easily and at the humiliation of getting her butt slapped.

Nearly in tears, Mitzi ran across the ring, climbed through the ropes and down the steps, covering her face with her hands so people wouldn't see her tears as she ran to the Ladies Room to hide. Cyd tried to grab her as she ran past, but Mitzi brushed past her as the audience stood and cheered Shirley who posed in mid-ring. Gretchen bragged to Brenda, "Shirley trained hard for that. I got her a coach and everything. It's all technique, not brute strength at all. She really picked it up quickly. She's picking up the boxing too. My only worry is her footwork, but there's plenty of time for that. After you finish with Shirley, come back. I got something for you."

Brenda followed Gretchen into the ring where she got quotes from Shirley for the story she was writing about the upcoming boxing match. Shirley laughed, "Well, I knew right away she was hopeless. I was just playing with her, letting her try with all her might and get nowhere. Now that she knows how much stronger I am, I wanted to see how long she could hang on before she weakened. When I heard her gasp, I knew I was gonna win. She went down a lot faster than I expected. She's not nearly as strong as I thought. Too bad, I was looking forward to pounding her for a couple of rounds in the boxing match, but now. . . I don't think she'll last one round."

Everyone sat back to catch their breath while the arm wrestling paraphernalia was removed from the ring. Frank chatted with Shirley MacLaine as she slipped back into her dress. She was eating up the applause and all the attention after completely dominating Mitzi with either hand.

"Don't look so worried Frank," Shirley said. "I don't think I hurt her too bad. Besides, I'll carry her for a couple of rounds so the fans get their money's worth." She winked and turned to the others and added, "Even if everyone already knows the outcome, I'll make it a good show of her in the end."

Frank leaned on the ropes with his head in his hands. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph", he muttered as he rolled his eyes

When he looked up, he saw Mitzi's dress draped over the top ring ropes where she'd carefully laid it right before the humiliation of her defeat. He shook his head as he picked it up and tossed it down to Debra Paget who was sitting at the head table waiting for him to rejoin her.

"Where is that broad?" he asked with more than a little irritation in his voice.

"Your no. 1 contender was last seen running away in tears to the ladies room, Frankie darling," Debra responded. "Guess she was gonna wet her panties if she waited one more second."

"Well damnit, take it in to her. Tell her to get it on and hurry her fanny out here. I need to tell her the facts as I see 'em. First she's a tiger, then a pussycat. I never know which Mitzi will show up. I'm getting sick and tired of her inconsistency. This makes me look bad and it sure hurts the action."

"But Frankie, Shirley had her really rattled, you know.. she was shaking like a leaf at the end."

"She's not gonna just come out cause you ask. You know how she is," Debra noted with a smirk, knowing what would come next.

"Dammit, drag her Royal Hungarian ass out by her hair if you have to, I don't care how you do it. Hell, pretend it's that rematch you been whining about if you want. Just hurry up! I want her back here for Jayne and Sheree. She needs to see what I expect from my top stars. If she won't fight, I bet one of the others will. I'll replace that Hungarian prima donna with the winner, just like that," Frank barked as he snapped his fingers. He frowned as Sammy said something in his ear and then laughed.

Debra gave an evil grin as she got up from the table, flipped the dress over her shoulder and disappeared into the crowd that had gathered near the bar. Everyone was trying to get a drink before the feature match of the evening between the wildly popular sex symbol Jayne Mansfield and the girl the studio billed as the "next Marilyn Monroe," Sheree North.

MAIN EVENT: Jayne Mansfield vs. Sheree North (2:3 falls)

Sheree North was introduced first and the newcomer arrived to moderate applause. She stopped at the base of the steps and casually leaned to chat with Frank as the announcer introduced Jayne Mansfield. Unlike Sheree, Jayne entered regally in a white silk robe from the studio prop department. Her 44" breasts encased in a white bra and she wore matching panties with garter belt and white stockings. Her high heels would be discarded before the match, but they made her legs look long, strong and shapely. All eyes gazed on her admiringly for she was a beautiful sight as she pirouetted and turned, the robe billowing out to reveal her awesome figure. The audience screamed their support for the popular peroxide blonde as she climbed into the ring, her face dark and cloudy. It was clear to everyone that she was in a foul mood, an abrupt change from the smiling, confident woman who had been destroyed by Rita Moreno five weeks before.

As Jayne's ovation faded, the audience started to chant, "Sheree...Sheree..." so she slowly climbed the steps to the ring. Sheree was a cute young blond actress at Jayne's studio and both women competed for the same parts. The studio had decided to put all their influence and advertising into promoting Jayne's career, which meant Sheree had been relegated to minor parts and B film roles. She was bitter both at the studio and at Jayne about whom she said, "Her talent's in her tits."

The young actress quickly climbed the steps, stopped on the top step, dropped her own robe and revealed a lacy scarlet bra and panty set with matching garter belt and black stockings. Not only was the outfit shockingly bright, but it was noticeably more revealing than Jayne's. It had been carefully chosen to display her body and to make it clear she had nothing to be ashamed of beside Jayne's well-publicized figure. Just then, the announcer reminded the audience that it would be two out of three falls, pin or submission.

FIRST FALL

Jayne gestured angrily at Sheree, jabbing her finger toward the cocky blonde, "You can't handle what I've got, you cheap imitation. If you step in here, I'd make you sorry you ever got off that fat ass of yours." Sheree waved at the fans as she climbed the steps and swung her leg through the middle ropes. Jayne didn't wait for her opponent to get ready. When Sheree ducked her head, Jayne moved quickly, grabbed a double handful of blonde hair and flipped Sheree over the top rope. Her leg snagged the middle rope and for a moment, Sheree dangled upside down with one leg over the top rope and her head upside down inside the ring.

Jayne didn't waste time, punching Sheree repeatedly in the stomach and ripping out a large chunk of her blonde hair. Jayne punched Sheree's breasts which flopped out of her bra. Jayne gave them a couple of deep scratches before Sheree finally untangled her foot and flipped over the ropes and fell on her back at Jayne's feet. Jayne stomped her chest and for a moment it looked like Sheree would be easy victim of the outraged blonde. But Sheree rolled over, grabbed Jayne's foot and pulled, dumping the big blonde on her butt.

Sheree scrambled to her feet rubbing her mid-section and faced Jayne who was several inches taller and pounds heavier than Sheree. The angry woman raised her fists and advanced on Jayne. "Ok bitch, let's see how you do against someone who's facing you ready to fight........like Rita was last month." Jayne charged, but Sheree side-stepped and drove her knee into Jayne's stomach, doubling the rampaging blonde up. She put a foot on Jayne's ass and pushed, sending her flying across the ring where she sprawled on her chest with a loud grunt.

The timekeeper finally got around to ringing the bell as Jayne got up. Her face was flushed from her effort and the embarrassment at the way Sheree put her down. The two woman closed and locked arms. Sheree dropped, turned her hips and flipped Jayne over her hip on her back. If she'd let go, Jayne might have rolled away and gotten to her feet, but Sheree kept a tight grip on Jayne's arm and wrapped her powerful thighs around her head before she could catch her breath. Jayne kicked her legs in the air as she tried to escape, but her face was turning red.

Sheree was laughing at Jayne as she leaned forward and dropped her fist into a heaving breast, twice. As each blow landed, Jayne's body spasmed in pain and she made a little sound that came out as, "Urk!" Sheree punched her again and again, working her way down until she was driving her fist into the pit of Jayne's stomach. She kept it up until the big blonde stopped kicking and lay still, then Sheree rolled over and straddled her chest, pressing her knees down on Jayne's shoulders in a classic schoolgirl pin. The referee, who until this moment had been leaning on the ropes watching, came forward and counted to three, then raised Sheree's hand. The blonde stood up and Mitzi realized that Sheree wasn't even breathing hard.

Sheree ran to the corner, climbed on the ropes and pointed her finger at Frank sitting at ringside. "See who the top blonde is!" Frank tried to ignore Sheree, but it was clear from her red face that the blonde was close to getting out of control. While Sheree was yelling at Frank, Jayne was in her corner, breathing heavily and holding her battered stomach. Her face no longer seemed cocky, but she still looked resolute. Clearly this would not be repeat of her humiliation by Rita.

SECOND FALL

The bell rang for the second round and both women sprang from their corners looking to deal out some serious punishment. Jayne snapped out her right foot and caught Sheree in the solar plexus stopping her in her tracks and buckling her knees. Jayne backed up and quickly followed up with a forearm across Sheree's chest. As the young blonde staggered away, Jayne grabbed her hair and jerked her over onto her back with a ring jarring crash. Jayne dropped a leg across Sheree's throat making her legs fly up in the air. She rolled over clutching her throat, gasping for air and writhing in pain.

Jayne looked over and grinned at Frank, silently mouthing the words, "Who's next?" Sheree sat up and shook her head to clear it but the big blonde walked up behind her and kicked her in the back, her foot landing between Sheree's shoulder blades and snapping her head backward. Sheree's body shook with the impact and once more her breasts were bared as her bra strap broke and it slipped down her sweaty body to her waist.

Mansfield dropped on her butt behind Sheree, wrapped her long legs around the gasping blonde trapping both arms against her body. She reached around Sheree's neck and clamped on the dreaded "sleeper" hold. With her arms trapped, Sheree was helpless. Jayne applied crushing pressure and Sheree quickly stopped struggling and slumped limp Jayne's arms. The referee rushed over, lifted Sheree's arm and let it drop lifelessly to the mat. She quickly called for the bell and tried to pry Jayne's arms from around Sheree's neck. It wasn't until he threatened to disqualify her that Jayne reluctantly let Sheree loose.

Sheree collapsed on her back, her bare chest heaving. The referee sat her up and slapped her on the back and shook her until she began to stir and reawaken. Jayne watched with a thin smile on her lips as her manager, big blonde Doris Sheppard, whispered hurried instructions to her about how to take advantage of Sheree in the final fall. The referee finally got Sheree on her feet and helped her to her corner. She was still sitting on the middle rope in her corner shaking her head when the bell rang to start the third and final fall.

THIRD FALL

Jayne saw that Sheree was helpless and rushed over, grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair, jerked her up to her feet and bent to scoop her up and body slam her. But as Jayne's head went down, it met Sheree's knee coming up.

"Gotcha!" yelped a delighted Sheree as Jayne went sprawling on her back.

Sheree dropped a knee on Jayne's stomach, sinking it deep in her mid-section. Jayne's body spasmed, her shoulders and knees doubling up. Sheree put her right back down with an elbow to the side of Jayne's jaw, then knelt with her knee on Jayne's throat as she threw one fist after another into her already sore and weakened belly. Finally, Sheree got up and looked down at Jayne. The big blonde lay convulsing and holding her stomach with both hands, destroyed by Sheree's brutal and unexpected attack. While Jayne writhed in pain on the mat, Sheree strutted around the ring, circling behind Jayne who was desperately trying to recover from Sheree's attack.

Jayne got to a seated position before Sheree dragged her up by the hair and ran her forward into the ropes above Franks table. As the busty blonde lay limply draped over the ropes, her big breasts hanging down and her mouth gasping for breath, Sheree reached around and gave both breasts a squeeze. Jayne squealed as Sheree dug her fingernails into the soft flesh.

Then in a dramatic move, Sheree threw herself against Jayne's back and as they rebounded off the ropes, she lifted Jayne, turned her in mid air and body slammed her down on her chest. Jayne lay on her belly with Sheree on top of her, one leg shaking spasmodically.

Sheree turned around, grabbed Jayne's right ankle and stepped over it. She started to bend Jayne's leg over her thigh. Jayne moaned in pain as the peroxide blonde leaned into the hold, straining Jayne's knee and ankle to the breaking point. Everyone was on their feet, anxious to see if Jayne could escape the hold of if Sheree would make the prideful blonde submit. Either way, they couldn't wait to see what Sheree might do next.

Suddenly and without warning, a loud "CRACK" echoed through the silent room. Jayne screamed in agony and collapsed. Even Sheree was stunned by what had happened, although she knew instantly what it was. She quickly stood up and looked around for someone to help Jayne who lay unconscious on the mat. "It's her leg," Sheree muttered to no one in particular, "I think her leg's broke." Mickey and Frank rushed into the ring along with several others from ringside. One, a tall, gray-haired man, was yelling, "Let me through, I'm not a doctor but I play on in the movies." Everyone gathered around while the doctor tenderly straightened out her leg so he could turn her over. "It's broken alright," he announced gravely, "but it looks like a simple fracture. The bone didn't break the skin, thank goodness."

Jayne had revived and tried to sit up but the doctor held her down. "Someone get me a blanket or a coat. We've gotta keep her warm in case she goes into shock." Mickey took off his coat and put it around Jayne as she carefully rose to a sitting position as the doctor held her leg straight. "Try not to move," Mickey said as he started to pick her up in his muscular arms. "Lets put her in my car. I'll take her to General Hospital."

"No!" The doctor said. "Let the ambulance men take her on a stretcher. If the bone is displaced, it could become a compound fracture. That'll take longer to heal. Frank, get the ambulance here."

Frank snapped his fingers and one of his entourage ran to the phone while Frank got into the ring and announced there'd be a lull in the party until they got Jayne taken care of.

"Everybody drink up," he said in a light tone, "then the band'll start up and we'll dance until dawn. This is just one of the hazards, Jayne knows it. Doncha' hon."

Jayne nodded glumly as she started to shiver and Mickey held her tighter. Just then there was a scream at the back of the hall and everyone turned to look.

(Mitzi's Adventures in Hollywood continue in Chapter 15.)