Nancy’s beautiful face contorts in pain: she’s stumbling bare-foot on the grass, putting distance between herself and Kim. Nancy’s wearing white low-rise hipster slacks to a Capri leg with navy pin dots; white bra. Her hair is up off her neck, cut short n’ sassy - but it’s disheveled. She’s hugging her gut, nearly doubled over. She’s hurt, and she’s just about done.

Kim’s grinning big. She’s wearing a short blonde tousle; white push up; low rise, tight fitting dungarees that make her swish-step around. Oh, she’s loving this - walking Nancy down - punishing her at leisure. Pink blotches dot Kim’s ribs and a wide swath of tummy - courtesy of Nancy’s stubborn efforts - but Kim’s come through in good shape. As she closes, she reaches her left hand out, taking a firm grip on Nancy’s waistband at the back. Tugging - Kim pulls Nancy backwards into a beefy right forearm across the kidneys. Nancy’s head whiplashes back and forth as she gurgles in pain, then sinks to her hands and knees, panting.

Kim struts alongside her fallen brunette - palms up, shoulders shrugging as if to say “Did I do that?” Hands on hips she turns to stand in front of Nancy, smiling into the crowd. Blonde reaches down into the thick lush black hair, pulling a mewling Nancy to her feet. Novak draws her right hand back, suddenly scowling as she plows a punch into tanned brunette paunch. Big swinging body blow doubles Nancy over with a shout as she pitches forward; arms reaching loose around Kim’s strong hips. Right on cue, Kim clasps her hands, raises her arms and smashes the ax-handle down with a meaty WHACK on Nancy’s back. Kovack slides down her tormentress’ thighs to her knees, blubbering, shuddering with body-quit.

“UP!” Kim demands harshly, reaching again into Nancy’s hair, then tugs impatiently, trying to coax Nancy to her feet. But Kovack’s got spirit left and, punching up from her knees - she pounds a right-left into blonde paunch - her fists stamping in palm down as Nancy delivers short and straight. Nancy keeps it up, pounding Kim’s belly as Kim’s stoops over hurt, talons tangled in Nancy’s hair. Novak doubles over, releasing Nancy’s coiffure - turning away from brunette with an irritated grimace as she staggers off to catch her breath.

Nancy’s still panting - getting slowly to her feet: she goes on the attack, walking Kim down. Novak turns, balling her fists, then smoothly reaching in under Nancy’s arms as the brunette’s trying a right hand to tummy. The punch scrapes past Kim’s left-side ribs as she cinches up chest-to-chest, securing bearhug. Nancy cries out - head thrown back, hands pushing at Kim’s shoulders as strong blonde arms crush at sturdy brunette ribs.

Kim’s left hand grips her right wrist in the small of Nancy’s back. Kim leans in - her mouth moist on Nancy’s shoulder - then blonde arches her back, grunting as she hoists Nancy up onto her toes. Kovack screams - eyes pleading with Kim for release. Kim just leans forward again - grip grinding for fresh leverage in Nancy’s back - then cinching up tight, wrenching another sob of pain from Kovack. Kim keeps it up for a good twenty seconds, crushing Nancy even as Nancy’s right pushes against Kim’s face, trying to lever out of the torture.

Kim releases; Nancy staggers, but keeps her feet - folding forward; hands-on-knees before the blonde. Nancy’s eyes shut tight - lips parted - as she wheezes for breath. Kim’s breathing hard too, but working methodically. She lifts her brawny right arm, slams the forearm down across Nancy’s back with a thick, moist THWAP!

Kovack’s legs quiver, but she stays bent over, hands on knees, lips pursing in hurt. Licking her lips - Kim’s hands reach in under Nancy’s armpits to stabilize - then blonde lifts her right knee up and across to the left, putting the thigh and hip heavily into Kovack’s breadbasket. A weepy shout blurts from Nancy’s lips as Kim holds her loosely, not quite hugging her - just wanting her close.

“Keep it in the body, Kim!” someone warns. Dean Martin - surprisingly - always keeping things on the up and up in these contests. Someone shushes him - a woman - a grinning Angie Dickinson!

Novak’s irritated: holding Nancy in her left arm, Kim stuffs a right into Kovack’s tummy, punching the wind from her. With Nancy sagging, then going slowly to her hands and knees again, Kim turns, frowning into the crowd. She raises her right thigh - slaps at it, “That was all tummy Deano!”

Woozy, Nancy’s reaching up from her knees, pulling at the back of Kim’s pants. Novak turns, brushing the weak grasp away, then descends on her girl, riding Nancy into the turf as the crowd closes in, cheering as Kim climbs atop her girl. Nancy squirmed onto her right side, but can’t get tummy-down with Kim straddling her. With her left hand pushing down on Nancy’s left arm - Kim pounds down at the bicep and left-side ribs with stamping rights. Brutal, thumping, knuckle-on-torso slugging: a Kim Novak specialty. Poor Nancy’s helpless: too used up to squirm out from under Kim’s weight.

Many in the crowd are cheering Nancy on! “Roll her over, Nance!” “Come on Nancy!” Loudest is Schneer’s almost panicky, “Get up Nancy - GET UP!” But most are just roaring their approval as Kim pours it on; pounding down, pounding down. Nancy’s crying as she’s bludgeoned, taking the blows - her legs bicycling sadly on the grass. Kim licks her lips, shifts her hips a little forward - then resumes the bombardment accompanied by the bright, happy, SMACK of her fist on Kovack’s body.