As the drama critic for the university newspaper I usually didn't have much to do, only covering about four student plays a year. Since I was a senior, classes took second place to boys as I made up for three years with my nose in my books. My roommate, Cathy, was a junior and she had dreams of a career of show business. She was one of those tall, too-perfect, curvy California blondes who turned the heads of all the boys, yet she spent all her time in the drama department 'practicing her craft.'

I had time on my hands, so I decided to drop by the theater to watch try-outs for a new play that had been written by a student. It was derivative of West Side Story, (if not an outright theft) but Miss Goldenwater, the head of the drama department thought it was worthy of a student production. Since it involved gangs, there were plenty of parts for actors and actresses, but the plum roles were the male and female leads. They not only got to sing a couple of solos apiece, but there was a steamy love scene in the third act that had all the guys panting to play it since they expected Cathy to have the girls part.

The try-outs had been pretty usual except for one thing. A sophomore girl, Michelle something-or-other, was really standing out. She was cute, but a complete contrast to the tall, curvaceous Cathy with her straight blonde hair because Michelle was short, slim and had curly brown hair. Her pretty face was lightly freckled and it gave her a fresh outdoors look compared to Cathy's 'classic' beauty. I could see imagine either of them playing the female lead, but the loser would have to settle for a much smaller role. Since Cathy was a junior and Michelle a sophomore, I expected that Cathy would get the part and so did she.

On this day, Miss Goldenwater had already narrowed her choice for the lead to Cathy and Michelle and was having them run through the climactic scene early in the third act. It was a fight scene involving the two girls and she was having each girl read the scene through playing one part, then they'd switch and play the other. Personally, I liked the passion Michelle evoked when she read the lead, but I figured it really didn't matter how well she acted, she wouldn't get it anyway.

Finally, Miss Goldenwater called both girls to the side and held a whispered conversation with them. From where I was standing in the back, I could see Cathy's face and about halfway through their talk, she began to smile. Michelle kept shaking her head, but Cathy was nodding, agreeing to whatever Miss Goldenwater was proposing. Finally, I saw Michelle shrug and Miss Goldenwater put her arms around both girl's shoulders. They went back to the stage and Miss Goldenwater excused the rest of the students. Only Cathy and Michelle were left on stage.

I sensed something big was going to happen, so I ducked behind a stack of chairs to watch, figuring I'd get the scoop on who was going to play the female lead in the next play. Miss Goldenwater called both girls to the center of the stage and explained something to them at length. When she finished, both girls nodded solemnly and stepped back. Cathy had removed her sweatshirt and had a pale green blouse and a short skirt that showed her long, tanned legs to perfection. Michelle had a man's flannel shirt tied beneath her small breasts, exposing a flat belly. She had on a pair of leotards with shorts over them and it was clear her legs were not as developed as Cathy's. Cathy was also at least 5 inches taller and outweighed Michelle by a good twenty to twenty-five pounds.

Suddenly, at a command from Miss Goldenwater, both girls lunged at one another and began to fight! At first, I thought they were rehearsing for the play but when Cathy grabbed a handful of Michelle's hair and threw her across the stage, I realized it was for real.! Michelle skidded to a stop on her butt and sat rubbing it where she'd landed. She was slow getting to her feet and Cathy was on top of her before she got to one knee. She grabbed Michelle's curly brown hair and spun her around several times before she let go and sent the little girl sailing headfirst into a pile of scenery.

Michelle crashed into it and the whole pile toppled over with her underneath it. Cathy grinned at Miss Goldenwater and started to dig through the pile looking for Michelle to inflict more damage on the poor girl. When she found her, Cathy grabbed the front of Michelle's shirt and tried to pull her out of the debris, but the shirt tore and Cathy stumbled back holding nothing but a flannel rag. I saw Michelle climb out of the pile in her bra as she shed the remains of her torn shirt to free her arms. They circled a while and then Cathy lunged and grabbed a handful of Michelle's hair again.

Michelle held Cathy's wrists and tried to pry her hands from her head, but what happened was that Cathy tore out a large clump of Michelle's 'crowning glory'. Michelle screamed in pain and ran to the other side of the stage massaging her scalp. Cathy pursued her and when she caught up to her, the tall blonde wrapped her arms around Michelle's slender waist and wrestled her to the floor. They rolled over several times until they stopped with Cathy on top of the slender brunette.

Cathy pinned one of Michelle's arms with her knee, but Michelle reached up with the other and dug her fingernails into the pretty blonde's breast. Cathy screamed and used both of her hands to pry Michelle's fingers away. She slowly forced Michelle's arm down until she could cover it with her other knee, rendering the little brunette completely immobile. For a while Cathy sat massaging her mammary as Michelle wriggled and squirmed underneath her. It looked like the fight was over, but Miss Goldenwater approached and talked to both girls. I heard Michelle scream, 'No, never!' to whatever the question was.

Miss Goldenwater shrugged and walked away, leaving a perplexed Cathy to wonder what she should do next. She reached down and grabbed both of Michelle's small breasts and started to squeeze and twist her wrists, causing the little girl quite a bit of pain, I'm sure. I could hear Cathy grunting with the effort she was giving and Michelle would occasionally moan in pain, but neither seemed sure of what to do next. Finally, Cathy released Michelle's breasts and sat back to catch her breath, but as soon as she did, Michelle's legs came up and she caught Cathy off-guard.

She toppled backward between Michelle's calves and when she pulled free, Michelle quickly got to her feet holding her bruised breasts in both hands. 'I'll make you pay for that, bitch!' I heard her say. Again they circled for a while and again it was Cathy who initiated the action. She feinted to her right and then moved left, catching Michelle off balance. She caught Michelle's wrist and tried to twist her arm behind her back, but Michelle dropped to her knees and allowed her arm to swing over her head. From her knees, she tripped Cathy and they both fell to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.

This time Michelle ended up on top and her hands flew to the front of Cathy's blouse where she pulled and tugged until the buttons parted to expose a lovely lace bra. Michelle tried to pull it off, but only succeeded in getting it off of one of Cathy's firm breasts. When Michelle tried to bite it, Cathy grabbed her hair and threw her off of her. Cathy was slow getting to her feet, obviously tired after nearly fifteen minutes of hard combat.

Once again, Cathy attacked Michelle's hair, grabbing it and slamming the little brunette back and forth until she lost her grip as another large clump of Michelle's hair came out. Both girls were perspiring freely and Cathy paused just long enough to tuck her breast back into her bra before continuing. I could see Cathy was rapidly tiring, yet Michelle looked almost as fresh as when the fight began. Michelle tried to tackle Cathy, but the taller blonde merely dropped on her back and used her position to reach under the brunette's chest and tear at her breasts with her fingernails. Michelle screamed in agony as she tried to crawl between Cathy's legs to escape this torture.

Cathy tried to close her legs to trap Michelle, but when she did, Michelle reared up and threw her off. Both girls got to their feet and eyed the other coldly. Cathy's chest was heaving as she fought to catch her breath and I wondered how much longer they could continue. Cathy once more tried to grab Michelle's hair, but this time the brunette was ready for her. While Cathy had both her hands in the air over her head, Michelle drove forward and punched Cathy in the pit of her stomach.

Cathy gagged and doubled over holding her belly. That finally brought the blonde's hair within Michelle's reach and she quickly got a hold of a double handful and pulled Cathy's head downward while, at the same time, she raised her knee. They met waist high as Michelle's knee hit Cathy squarely in the face. My beautiful roommate nearly flipped over backwards as her head snapped back and her feet flew into the air. She landed flat on her back without moving and Michelle glared down at her in triumph.

Cathy began to stir and when she rolled over, I could see blood running from her nose. Later, I learned it had been broken, probably by Michelle's knee. Michelle was all business however, grabbing Cathy's wrist and twisting her arm behind her back as she pulled on her hair with her free hand. She spun the blonde around a few times and then tripped her, dropping her on her chest on the stage with Michelle landing on top of her with all her 105 pounds. All the air went out of Cathy and she lay writhing as she struggled to catch her breath. Meanwhile, Michelle picked up her torn shirt and got busy tying Cathy's hands behind her back with it.

By the time Cathy caught her breath, she was helpless. Michelle bent over and said something to her, but whatever she asked, Cathy shook her head. That's when Michelle yanked down Cathy's skirt, dragging her panties along with it. As Michelle bared her tight ass I heard Cathy beg her not to do it. I'd seen Cathy's butt many times in our dorm and I'd have given anything to have one just like it. Apparently, Michelle wasn't a fan, however, because as soon as she got Cathy's skirt down, she began to rake her ass with her fingernails. Cathy screamed in pain as Michelle flayed the perfect skin of her ass.

Miss Goldenwater watched impassively as Michelle began to spank the haughty blonde and it wasn't until she'd tortured Cathy's ass for several minutes that she finally put a stop to it. Michelle protested she wasn't through with Cathy yet and rolled her over and jerked down her bra to bare her firm, full breasts. Michelle grabbed Cathy's nipples with her thumb and forefinger and pulled. I saw Cathy's shoulders lift off the floor before Michelle lost her grip and she fell back. Michelle laughed at Cathy who by now was crying uncontrollably. To further her humiliation, the brunette reached between her legs, grabbed a handful of Cathy's lush naturally blonde bush and pulled out a handful of hair.

Finally, Miss Goldenwater dragged Michelle off of Cathy and led her off the stage. They passed close to where I was hiding and I heard Michelle say, 'See, I told you I could take the big baby. I don't know why you ever doubted me Aunt Phyllis.' Then Miss Goldenwater swept Michelle up in her arms and kissed her. On the mouth. With tongues! Ugh! 'OK, honey,' she said, 'You won the part fair and square. I don't think our Golden Girl will make any problems for us, it'd be too embarrassing to have the whole university know that a skinny little girl like you pulled her panties down and made her cry.'

Michelle left and Miss Goldenwater returned to the stage and knelt beside the sobbing Cathy. 'There, there, sweetheart,' she cooed, 'It's all right, your Phyllis will make everything OK.' She untied Cathy's hands and held her to her bosom as she cried. I watched in disgust as she massaging Cathy's breasts and the bleeding area between her legs where Michelle had torn out the large clump of her hair. 'You didn't want that ol' part anyway Honey, I've got bigger and better things in mind for you. A friend called the other day and said he needed a girl for a film he was making next month in Mexico.'

Cathy looked up and wiped the tears from her cheeks, 'Really? A film?' Miss Goldenwater nodded, 'That's right, it's not a real Hollywood film, of course, it's a low budget, independent thing. He needs a couple of girls for a few days work. It pays $200 each and I think you'd be perfect. Are you interested?' Of course Cathy said yes and that's how she got her start in the video catfighting industry as one of the great 'losers' of all time. She's been in more than a hundred videos and in every one that's been her lying at the feet of the victor, beaten and crying her eyes out. She's become so popular that her agent's now trying to get her work in legitimate feature films.

The End