The immediate target of this tirade had been in television production for quite some time, and he had endured more temper tantrums from actresses than he could count. He didn't particularly mind this one from Yvonne Craig however, as it meant he could at least focus his attention on her skin-tight 'Batgirl' costume. Bless her, Yvonne had a body that was about as near to perfection as a woman could hope for...and she knew it! When she was awarded the role of 'Batgirl', Yvonne had specifically asked if wardrobe could 'tighten up' the costume.

"We all know what the boys will be watching for, so why not give it to them?" she reasoned.

Now, her suit fit like a second skin, hugging every taut contour of her voluptuous form. Even as the brunette raged, the producer found his mind drifting to his fantasy of exploring every curve of that body. He had to snap himself out of it and concentrate on the issue at hand. Since the debut of "Batman" on network TV, a hallmark of the show had been to bring in famous actors for both cameos as well as to play villains. From the very first, one of the celebrities whom the producers had been most avid about getting had been Ann-Margret but the redhead had been maddeningly noncommittal the entire first season.

Now, in the show's second year, she had finally consented (for a very sizable sum) to appear in the role of a villainess from the comic book, 'Poison Ivy.' But that was when trouble really started! It was no secret to the jet set in Hollywood that if there was one pair of women who truly despised one another, they were Ann-Margret and Yvonne Craig! The hatred stemmed from a catfight several years earlier, a truly hell-raising battle that Ann had won...if just barely! Since then, the two beauties harbored nothing but fury toward one another. When the producers first approached Ann about appearing on the show, Yvonne hadn't yet been cast in what became her 'trademark' role as 'Batgirl.' But now she was there and she was NOT about to let "that bitch" guest star on HER series - not without a fight, at least!

The producer thought he'd been especially clever when he suggested to Yvonne, "Maybe the best way to settle this is for you and Ann settle it face to face in that long-overdue rematch...?"

It was a suggestion Yvonne instantly agreed to and it took the producer several hours to realize the crafty brunette had neatly set him up to make that very suggestion. He couldn't suppress the smile on his face when he realized how she'd played him...although it was dwarfed by the smile he wore thinking about the upcoming battle which he fully intended to witness firsthand!

The first fight between the two had become the stuff of legend - one of those matches which had cemented Ann's reputation as the "Queen of the Catfighters" in the minds of Hollywood insiders. And even though Yvonne had lost that particular battle, her Titanic effort had been enough to propel her into a magnificent fighting career of her own. Although the clamor from Hollywood for a rematch had been incessant for years, and despite lucrative offers from several wealthy men and a couple of women eager to host the battle at their home, no second battle ever took place (to anyone's knowledge - and you know it's impossible to keep something like that a secret for long!) Until now, that is!

Ann was just as quick to agree to a match as Yvonne had been, surprising those who thought the rematch was never going to happen since by this time both women had their reputations to protect. Ann had ruled the catfight scene for years but her success had bred jealousy and there were a considerable number who disliked the Swede; were annoyed by her ego and her imperiousness; who hated the fact that she had dominated so many opponents - many with maddening ease! Fans (and promoters) had long been looking for a woman who could knock the redhead from her perch atop the mountain, but their hopes had been crushed time and again as Ann defeated all who faced her...Claudine Auger, Celeste Yarnell, Marta Kristen, Tina Louise, Dahlia Lavi - and so many others - had fallen to the redhead, many humiliatingly.

Ann dismissed her critics as "small-minded fools" but it still galled her that so many of them clung to the legend of Yvonne Craig as the woman who'd very nearly beaten Ann-Margret. Indeed, in some tellings, the brunette had clearly outmatched Ann only to fall victim to the Swede's underhandedness. Ann was intended on shattering the myth of Yvonne's invincibility once and for all - and by so doing, make her own legend unassailable.

Once he had both women's agreement, the match was quickly arranged and the night of the battle couldn't arrive soon enough for both warriors. Both women were ready, both at their peaks physically and mentally as the two beauties entered the spacious living room and drew gasps of admiration from the spectators; Ann in a red bikini that perfectly suited both her mane of hair and her wild spirit; Yvonne garbed in a black bikini that matched her short dark tresses and eyes. Once they were in position, however, each took a few minutes to do some final warm-up exercises - although truthfully, this was something they could easily have done in their dressing rooms. But each knew the value of putting on a little display in front of the crowd.

With a self-assured smile, Ann gracefully slid to the floor with a leg split, then began stretching her upper body. Yvonne did some yoga maneuvers, including standing on one foot while lifting her other leg up until both limbs were quite literally perfectly vertical. Without a doubt, the lithe body's of both young women were finely tuned for tonight's combat. At long last, the time for the battle to begin had come and both fighters bodies literally trembled with anticipation as the signal was given!

A few years ago, these two would have charged like wildcats but both were veterans now and they approached one another with a cool detachment that bespoke the supreme self-confidence each possessed. They didn't pause as they drew close, instead walking right up to the other and letting their bodies press together, smooth belly's and firm breasts pushing against their opposite number, the tips of their noses just touching as their eyes locked! Each wore a tight smile that seemed to indicate they shared some secret and while neither said anything, their eyes and their bodies spoke volumes.

Then, in unison, they each raised their hands and began grappling until, with the speed of a viper, Ann struck! She drove a knee up into her rival's lower belly and when Yvonne grunted from the blow, her eyes momentarily shut by the discomfort! She hadn't anticipated this particular move so early...and the redhead took advantage; grabbing Yvonne by the wrist and flipping her over and down on the lushly carpeted - but still unpadded - floor. Maintaining her grip on the brunette's left wrist with one hand, Ann sat down and grabbed Yvonne's left ankle in her other hand. Slamming both feet into Yvonne's side, Ann reared back, pulling on both of Yvonne's captured limbs, bending her body to the side at a most unnatural angle.

Yvonne moaned as it felt as if her muscles would tear from the abuse, but she refused to even consider surrendering, now or ever! She would risk serious injury before she gave the redhead the satisfaction of hearing her submit. Ann likely could have inflicted serious injury on Yvonne if she hadn't suddenly released the brunette's arm, stood up and begun to twist Yvonne's shapely leg. Yvonne gritted her teeth as her gam was cruelly yanked and twisted, but Yvonne couldn't remain silent when the redhead raised her hand and drove a four finger thrust down into the sole of her foot! The brunette shrieked in agony as Ann struck again and again at one of the most vulnerable points on the human body!

But as Ann shifted her position to even better torment her, Yvonne saw an opening and capitalized. Planting her free foot against the redhead's derriere, Yvonne gave a powerful shove and sent the startled Swede stumbling away. Ann whirled around, intent on resuming her attack and keeping the upper hand, but Yvonne wasted no time, rolling to the side and scrambling to her feet...clearly favoring her left leg as she stood. But already the pain in her leg and foot was subsiding and she knew both of her legs, her greatest weapons, were still up for a fight. Ann realized it, too...and silently cursed herself for not breaking Yvonne's ankle when she had the chance.

But Ann showed none of her frustration, exuding instead an air of complete smug self-assurance as the two women once more began to circle; Ann smirking, Yvonne's face a mask of steely determination. Suddenly, the brunette lunged at Ann in what appeared to be a clumsy attempt to tackle her. With the grace of a matador, Ann side-stepped the attack...precisely what Yvonne wanted! At the last instant, Yvonne swept her right leg up and nailed the redhead in the abdomen with her knee! Ann gasped for air as she dropped her defenses, allowing the brunette to land a backhand to the jaw that rocked Ann's head sharply. Although stunned by the unexpected blows, Ann ignored the pain and charged at Yvonne, but her reflexes were off and she had no defense when Yvonne, showing her ballerina's grace, shot her foot upward, the sole smashing the redhead flush in the mouth and sending Ann reeling.

With a panther's grace, Yvonne slipped behind and grabbed Ann's right wrist, wrenching the Swede's arm up behind her back. Ann groaned as she felt her arm being twisted in its socket in ways nature never intended. Yvonne merely gave a satisfied smile as her foe mewled in pain.

Yvonne leaned in to hiss in Ann's ear, "When I'm through with you, bitch, they'll be carrying you out on a stretcher."

Ann's reply wasn't verbal, rather, she drove her other elbow back hard into the face of her tormentor. Yvonne staggered, momentarily stunned and her grip was broken. Without wasting a precious second, Ann whirled around and delivered a wrecking ball kick to the side of Craig's head, sending her crumpling to the floor. As the dazed brunette lay on her back, the Swede leaped, coming down with both feet on Yvonne's full breasts. The redhead's weight smashing the breasts flat against Yvonne's chest. She let out an agonized howl, unable to offer more than scant, meaningless resistance when Ann grabbed her ankles, spread her legs, then drove both knees to the insides of the brunette's thighs.

Ann began to twist and yank the sculpted gams, bending them in ways that would surely have torn a normal legs hamstring, but as a professional dancer Yvonne's muscles were stronger than normal and they held...although she was suffering in searing pain that left her virtually paralyzed.

Suddenly, the redhead released her hair, got to her feet and with a swagger in both her stance and her voice, demanded, "Get up! Get up and make a fight of this you bitch! You're boring me!"

Yvonne's face wore a mask of hatred as she rose. It was bad enough her hated rival had been in control for most of the match, but now she dared to try and humiliate her! As if she didn't have reason enough to punish the redhead, Yvonne now had something else to add to what had become quite a long list of 'paybacks' - at the bottom was a sum total which Yvonne intended to mark 'Paid in Full'...written in the redheaded Swede's own blood!

But Ann wasn't so foolish as to allow Yvonne time to gather her wits or formulate a strategy. Moving like lightning, she flashed her right leg out, the ball of her foot connecting with the brunette's jaw like a hammer. Yvonne grunted as she stumbled back a few steps. She didn't fall...but she inadvertently left her herself set up perfectly for Ann's next shot as she kicked her left leg up, her pointed toes sliding up under Yvonne's right cup and stabbing like a missile into the tender soft underside of her right breast. When Ann snapped her foot back, Yvonne's top flipped up, giving the appreciative crowd a brief glimpse of her firm young breast before she turned away yelping in pain and cupping her aching breast with both hands, trying to avoid a second kick.

Instead, while Yvonne pulled her top back in position, the Swede grabbed her by her short hair, then rammed Yvonne's head several times against the wall, the final blow cracking the plaster with its force! Still, Yvonne didn't fall when Ann released her hair, stumbling on rubbery legs toward the middle of the room with only her magnificent will keeping her upright. The redhead strolled casually after the reeling brunette, content to let what seemed to be the inevitable finish come slowly, painfully, for the hapless brunette.

Turning to the producers who had moved closer to the action to get a better look at the dénouement of the epic struggle, Ann purred, "Maybe what your show needs is an entirely NEW 'Batgirl'...and a natural redheaded one at that - not a dyed and wigged fraud like THIS…" she emphasized her last word with a shove to Yvonne's shoulder like some school-yard bully! Then turning to Yvonne Ann said in a mocking tone, "What do YOU think about that, hmmmmmm? After I'm done with your sorry ass, should I take your job too?" The brunette made no reply; her glassy eyes making it obvious she was barely teetering on the edge of consciousness.

Assuming an insulted pose, hands on her hips, Ann feigned an injured tone as she said, "WELL! That's very rude of you; ignoring me when I'm talking to you! Where ARE your manners, girl?"

Then she drew her right hand back and brought her open palm sweeping hard across Yvonne's cheek with a resounding SMACK that caused her head to twist violently. Smirking, the Swede turned her shoulders back the other way and repeated it CRACK smacking her left hand against the right side of Yvonne's whip-sawed face.

Had Ann not been so over-confident about the inevitability of her victory, she might have realized this was the worst action she could have taken for her stinging slaps actually helped clear the fog in Yvonne's brain. Ann raised her hand for yet another slap, but this time Yvonne, her eyes blazing with hatred, beat Ann to the punch with her own SLAP that caused the started Ann to pivot 180 degrees on impact. Ann staggered away several steps, then turned to face Yvonne and retake the advantage...and walked right into a snap kick low to her belly! Ann doubled over with a gasp, and Yvonne delivered a perfectly-timed double blow - her knee slamming up into the redhead's face just as her elbow smashed down on the back of Ann's skull.

The stunned redhead's knees buckled and as Yvonne's rising knee followed through, it send Ann stumbling and reeling backward. Yvonne...every bit as canny a showman as her nemesis...had a particularly breathtaking maneuver planned. Stepping back to put as much distance between herself and the dazed redhead as possible, she then rushed at the redhead, vaulting over into a handstand somersault that finished with her feet slamming like a wrecking ball into Ann's face!

Ann literally flew through the air until gravity got the better of her and she crashed to the carpet, sliding several more feet until coming to rest in front of a large birch cabinet containing the host's supply of liquor. Ann used one hand on the liquor cabinet to steady herself as she forced herself to rise, her other hand rubbing her aching chin, her ears ringing with the cheers and applause of the spectators so impressed by Yvonne's incredible acrobatic maneuver.

Again Yvonne rushed toward Ann to repeat her recent move; hand-springing forward using all of her momentum, then rolling into a perfect handstand, her body snapping over as her feet rose above her head, intending to smash into their target a second time. But this time, at the last possible instant, Ann reached out and caught Yvonne by the ankles, halting her momentum just inches shy of her face and leaving the 'Batgirl' in a highly vulnerable position - in a handstand with her hated enemy holding her upright by the ankles.

Yet before Yvonne could figure out how to escape, Ann spread her legs wide apart and dropped to her knees, using gravity to add power to her headbutt as she drove her forehead down on Yvonne's pubic mound! Yvonne crumpled in a heap, her hands fluttering to her wounded womanhood as she curled in a ball moaning. Ann stayed on her knees, her bowed head in her hands, stunned by the shock of the bone-on-bone impact.

It took both women several minutes to recover as they sat or lay on the floor licking their respective wounds, drawing in great gulps of air and steeling their resolve to continue the combat. Both got to their hands and knees almost simultaneously, then crawled toward one another. Once they were within groping distance, they rose onto their knees and began trading punches! Fists flashed out at faces, battered breasts and bashed bellies, each thudding impact drawing an agonized moan, groan or whine of pain from the recipient. There was no earthly way these two could continue this inhuman effort for long!

Ann, knowing she couldn't take much more, was the first to alter her tactics. With her left hand, she grabbed Yvonne's hair while she dropped her right and fastened on a cruel crotch claw to Yvonne's already punished pussy. Yvonne let out a rasping shriek as her rival viciously mauled her still throbbing womanhood - the thin fabric of her bikini panties offering no protection whatsoever against the power in Ann's clenched fist.

The end appeared nigh - but not necessarily the end of Yvonne! With a growl, she slammed her fists to either side of Ann's head, cuffing her hard in both ears. The redhead's eyes rolled back and her fingers lost both holds as she toppled over backward and sprawled on the carpet.

Tears rolled down Yvonne's cheeks, streaming black trails of mascara in their wake as her hands frantically massaged the blazing pain in her groin. But Yvonne couldn't waste more than a few seconds for recovery, otherwise Ann might recover and if so, Yvonne feared she no longer would have the strength to survive another attack on her aching womanhood.

With what power she had left, Yvonne poured into the scissors she clamped onto Ann. Although unspoken, both women knew it must end this way, with the majesty of one woman's legs crushing the other's body...or failing to…which would almost surely then become a doomed, failure.

Yvonne snaked her legs around Ann's torso from the side, intent on forcing the air from the redhead's lungs and driving her to defeat. The Swede grunted as the first crushing pressure of Yvonne's vice tightened on her chest, mashing her breasts flat against her heaving chest. Her first instinct was to try to pry Yvonne's gams apart, but that met with no success. Next, she desperately reached out with her left hand and once more attacked Yvonne's crotch. Yvonne screamed, grabbing Ann's wrist to pull her hand away.

But with all of Yvonne's fading strength focused on her legs, she couldn't muster the strength needed to power her foe's hand free and end the torment. So it became a waiting game, with each warrior needing to outlast the other and the first to fail would suffer the indignity of a hard defeat. They struggled on far longer than anyone...including perhaps themselves...could have expected. Their labored panting as one; their sweat-slick bodies locked in a gruesome tableau of mutual destruction.

Finally, inevitably, one beauty's splendid body could take no more and, with a moan that seemed a mixture of capitulation and defiance, Ann's grip on Yvonne's womanhood eased, then her hand slipped from her groin; her eyelids fluttering briefly before shutting completely.

Every nerve in Yvonne's pained body screamed at her to relinquish her own hold on consciousness, and to slip into blissful darkness. But she refused to heed their command, and she forced herself to get to her knees, then to her feet. Then, in a show of conquest that brought the spectators to their feet, she planted her foot on her fallen rival's battered chest as she raised a triumphant fist in the air and shook it…then collapsed atop Ann in utter exhaustion.

The show's producers congratulated themselves on a brilliant idea as they tip-toed away, leaving the two women to sleep in each other's arms; Ann, squirming fitfully under Yvonne's oppressing weight as she suffered nightmares and Yvonne, her smiling face pillowed on Ann's heaving breasts, smiling as she slept the sleep of the victorious.