FIRST FALL

They circled warily, sizing each other up and then both lunged at the same time, grabbing her opponents hair - pulling and tugging. It was clear Debra was more experienced when she swept her leg under to trip Mitzi, dropping the blonde on her ass with an unladylike grunt while still holding her hair. Before Mitzi knew what was going on, Debra was on top of her and pawing at her bra. It came off surprisingly easily and Mitzi learned later it had been Hollywood trick tear-away clothing. With the seams weakened, clothing come apart quickly when pulled on. Unaware of it at the time, Mitzi was shocked by how easily Debra had ripped off her bra and modestly covered her bosom with her hands as Debra threw the bra to the cheering men.

Debra took advantage of Mitzi's modesty, using a handful of her hair to put her in a headlock and then rammed her head into one of the corner cushions. They weren't heavily padded, and although Mitzi wasn't badly hurt, it did stun her momentarily. She wobbled around holding her head as Debra slipped behind her and grabbed her panties. Mitzi tried to run across the ring to escape, but Debra ripped out the seat of the panties. While she escaped, her pink cheeks jiggled prettily for all to see as she ran. She took advantage of a brief lull in the fighting to try to collect her wits, but Debra chased her and caught her in a hammerlock before she'd figured out what to do or what was happening to her. Mitzi struggling for several minutes while Debra pulled and yanked her hair as she levered her arm high up between her shoulder blades. Finally, Mitzi managed to get free by elbowing the little brunette in the belly a couple of times. She finally discarded her high heels.

Maybe Mitzi was over-confident after beating Marilyn, but she was careless. After her escape, she went on the attack, going in high to grab Debra's hair. The brunette faked a punch which Mitzi ducked, but instead, Debra turned and drove a heel low to Mitzi's belly. Mitzi was tough and in top shape from her dancing, but still the kick was hard enough to rock her. She stopped in her tracks with her hands clutching her stomach, her mouth open and gasping for air and her eyes wide with surprise. Debra swung her fist for real this time and her bare knuckles landed with a solid "SPLAT", mashing Mitzi's left breast flat.

Mitzi was back on her heels and Debra waded in with three more punches to Mitzi's body followed by a right hand to the side of Mitzi's jaw that buckled her knees and sent her reeling back to the ropes. She was dazed and tried to fight back, but her right arm was tangled between the ropes. She started to swing, but her wrist snagged the top rope and left her wide open. Debra didn't miss a beat. She grabbed Mitzi's panties at the waistband and jerked. The pre-weakened elastic snapped and she yanked them upward between Mitzi's rubbery legs with a triumphant shout. The crowd of leering men rose to their feet as she waved the panties in the air. She turned and tossed them to a forty-ish regular sitting in the front row. "Here Hoss," she laughed, "Take 'em home as a souvenir. You love dancers." He laughed, sniffed the moist panties, thanked Debra and put them in his jacket pocket.

While all this had been going on, Mitzi was blushing furiously and covering her thick bush with both hands, exactly what Debra wanted. Mitzi had completely forgotten about her face and Debra slammed her fist up under Mitzi's jaw for a second time. Her blonde hair flew as her head snapped from the impact and she fell into the ropes then rebounded back toward Debra who had been admiring her work. When Mitzi was thrown off the ropes she instinctively reached out for support and caught Debra's bra. The brunette quickly moved aside as Mitzi toppled onto her firm breasts, landing with her full weight on them, but ripping off Debra's bra in the process. Her dazed attempt to break her fall failed as she kept her hands on Debra too long to get them under her. She landed with a "THUD" and loud grunt. Debra shrugged off her tattered bra and returned her attention to Mitzi.

She slammed a bare foot in Mitzi's ribs and the young dancer grunted out loud as the kick rolled her onto her back. Debra dropped her tight ass down on Mitzi's stomach, knocking the wind out of the young blonde. She flailed her arms, struggling to get her breath while hanging in the ropes wearing nothing but a white garter belt and sheer white stockings. If she'd stopped to think about it, Mitzi surely would have felt terribly vulnerable as the men ogled her gorgeous figure which due to her innate modesty, had never been exposed in public until now. Debra also cut a striking figure, her firm breasts bare now, but still wearing black panties, mesh stockings and garter belt.

With Mitzi dazed, disoriented, gasping for air and generally hurting, Debra went for a finishing hold. She straightened Mitzi up by the hair and slapped her several times to even further humiliate her, then threw her into the corner using a one arm whip. Mitzi crashed breasts-first into the lightly padded turnbuckle and stunned, fell over backward. She landed flat on her back and lay gasping and writhing in pain as Debra grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the middle of the ring. She twisted her legs into a painful figure four leg lock, put her foot between Mitzi's thick thighs and sat back. Mitzi's hips lifted as she arched her back to relieve the stress and then, as she held her head with her hands, her firm, beautifully rounded ass dropped to the mat with a sweaty "PLOP." Her eyes opened as the pain shot up her legs to her lower back and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

In the front row, Nikki couldn't take her eyes off the thick wild patch of hair between Mitzi thighs. She made a mental note to personally trim it before Mitzi's next fight, assuming she had another. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her thigh. She looked and saw Gretchen's hand squeezing her leg. The auburn-haired woman's eyes were wide with excitement and there was a drool of spittle at the corner of her open mouth. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips and screamed, "Break the bitch's legs, Deb." She tightened her hold on Nikki's thigh, her long nails digging into the flesh. Nikki angrily reached down and pried the woman's hand off her leg, but her eyes never left the action in the ring as Nikki pushed her hand away.

Debra threw her weight back to really put pressure on Mitzi's powerful legs. She had a lot of success, for in spite of her teeth gritted against the pain, everyone at ringside heard Mitzi groan and gasp. She tried desperately to sit up to grab Debra's hair, arm or even her leg, but the young fighter/actress was within Mitzi's reach only long enough to tighten her hold before she leaned back again to increase the pain another notch. Mitzi's face was flushed and tears ran down her cheeks as she pounded the mat with her fists and fought back the urge to submit. The pain of the figure four was excruciating, it was only a matter of moments before she would submit.

Her head dropped to the mat and it looked like she'd fainted. The referee lifted her by the hair to check, but when she asked if Mitzi wanted to submit, she gasped, "No." Debra threw herself back and Mitzi's body arched in pain as she screamed again. This time when the referee asked, Mitzi gasped, "YES! Yes, I give. Please stop." The referee tapped Debra on the shoulder to break the hold, but to teach Mitzi a lesson and to inflict a bit more pain, she bounced twice more before she stood up and waved to the crowd. Nikki hurried to the ring and waited in Mitzi's corner as the blonde slowly crawled over on hands and knees, her bare breasts swinging and her tight round butt wiggling.

When she reached the corner, Nikki helped her onto her stool, and she leaned back and grabbed the ropes with trembling hands to catch herself. When she did, her sweaty ass slid off and she dropped to the mat. Her firm breasts bounced provocatively when she hit and Nikki had to climb through the ropes, pick her up under the arms and put her back on the stool. She got a cup of water but when she turned back, Mitzi was back on the mat, massaging her leg and moaning in pain as tears streamed down her bright red face. Nikki got her up again and knelt in front of her, massaging her legs to loosen the knotted muscles beneath her alabaster skin.

"What happened?" she asked. "You acted like you never fought before. Where's the girl who beat Marilyn Monroe in the ladies room?" Mitzi blushed and averted her eyes but Nikki grabbed her and shook her. "That was true wasn't it? That bitch Gretchen said you're a fraud? Was it you who beat Marilyn or somebody else?" She shook Mitzi and screamed at her as Mitzi wiped tears from her eyes. "It didn't happen EXACTLY like I said, but you've gotta let me explain. . . " Just then, the referee called her for the second fall. Nikki got out of the ring but then, on an impulse, she leaned back in and kissed Mitzi. It brought an "ooooooh," from the crowd, and Mitzi beamed. "You can beat her," Nikki said, "I believe in you." Mitzi stood up and tested her legs. "Thanks, that means a lot. I want you to know I'm not afraid. I'll do my best." The bell rang and Debra immediately went after Mitzi again.

SECOND FALL

Nikki got to her seat and Gretchen was waiting. "You ask about what I said?" she asked. Nikki shook her head. "There wasn't time," she lied, "but I'm sure she's OK." The big auburn-haired woman chortled, "Wanna bet?" Nikki watched the women in the ring circle and looked at Gretchen. "Bet? What do you mean?" "I bet my little tiger rips her tits off," Gretchen laughed, "if she doesn't break those famous legs first." Nikki didn't want to bet, but her smug and haughty demeanor angered her, "Whadda have in mind?" "Fifty bucks, if you can afford it. If not," she put her hand on Nikki's thigh again, "I'll take it in trade. I can get that for a night with you." Nikki pulled her leg away, but Gretchen reached up and gave Nikki's breast a squeeze. "I know a English couple that love tiny titted gals." Nikki slapped the hand away, "You got a bet, bitch! And don't worry, I got money." Gretchen took her hand to shake it, but squeezed it hard instead. Nikki winced and squeezed her just as hard. Gretchen grinned, "You're strong." They let go and as Nikki shook the blood back in her hand, Gretchen smiled at what happened in the ring.

While Gretchen and Nikki engaged in conversation, Mitzi dug herself into a deeper hole. She came out limping from the damage Debra had done with her figure four and everyone expected Debra would attack her legs until she couldn't use her best weapon or even not stand. But Debra surprised them all. Mitzi circled cautiously and tried to tie up Debra, keep her legs moving and stay out of harms way. But Debra ignored Mitzi's legs and instead concentrated on the pretty young blonde's flat stomach and full, firm breasts. Mitzi was having trouble moving and Debra cut her off and forced her to the corner where she landed several effective punches to Mitzi's mid-section.

After pounding Mitzi's stomach to get her hands down, Debra landed two hard punches to her head that staggered the blonde and dropped her on her ass with a startled expression. Debra stood over her taunting her as the referee slowly ordered Debra to a neutral corner and began to count. It looked like Mitzi wouldn't get up, but she wasn't only gutsy, she was stubborn too. She rolled over and got up with the count at eight. The referee checked her and Mitzi said she was OK. The referee waved Debra over to resume her beating. Debra was surprised the fight was still on and was slow to get back, giving Mitzi a few more seconds to recover.

Debra moved in confidently and Nikki expected her to finish Mitzi off and win Gretchen's bet. She was wondering if Gretchen would give her time to get the money together or make her to "pay up" right away when Debra swung at Mitzi's face. Mitzi moved her head just in time and the fist missed her jaw by an eyelash. She grabbed the off balance Debra with a handful of dark hair and whirling, threw her across the ring into the ropes. As she rebounded, Mitzi set herself and high-kicked her in the throat with her foot. Debra crashed to the mat gasping for air and Mitzi dove on her. She wrapped her long, strong legs around Debra's heaving chest and locked her ankles.

Holding Debra's wrists in both hands to keep her from clawing, Mitzi tightened the hold. Debra couldn't breathe. Her face was getting red and, unable to free her hands to escape, she was blacking out from lack of oxygen. Gretchen was on her feet at ringside screaming at Debra to escape before she fainted. Debra gasped to the referee, "OK, I give," just before she was squeezed into unconsciousness. If Mitzi had put her out, Debra probably couldn't have answered the bell for the final fall and would have lost the match. Mitzi unwrapped her legs and, as Debra tried to catch her breath, reached down and pulled off Debra's panties. Now, both women were in just garter belt and stockings. Like the rest of the audience, Gretchen and Nikki were breathing heavily at the sight of the two magnificent woman gladiators who were now almost nude!

Mocking the way Debra had done in the first fall, Mitzi pranced around with her arms raised in triumph, although still limping badly. She had either forgotten, or no longer cared, that she was practically naked. Gretchen noticed and as she they went to the ring to help their fighters between falls, she hissed to Nikki, "I see Mitzi likes showing off. She's got a body, shoulda been a stripper." Nikki climbed onto the ring apron and handed the gasping Mitzi some water. "That's it, use those great legs. That's your strength. You've got her worried, keep using your legs as weapons."

In her corner, Gretchen berated Debra for being careless as the little brunette cursed her luck. "I had the bitch, dammit," she muttered. "She was lucky!. If that punch landed, I'd have knocked her into next week. Then we could be enjoying her ass in the dressing room instead me still needing to finish her." Gretchen tried to calm Debra. "Look at her, Deb. The belly punches have her about out on her feet, so just don't walk into another 'accident.' Take your time, pick an opening and let her have it with both barrels. We're champions, nobody beats us. Nobody. She and her girlfriend will be ours tonight. They'll do what we want or never show their faces again. Maybe both." She laughed as she eyed Nikki. Mitzi was also full of confidence as she went out for the deciding fall. She was sure she'd repeat her second fall success, but everything went wrong right from the start.

THIRD FALL

When the break between rounds ended, Mitzi was surprised that Debra was already on her feet! She was talking to Gretchen and pointing excitedly at Mitzi, shaking her finger angrily. When the bell rang, Mitzi took a deep breath as Nikki helped her to her feet and patted her ass. Before she got took than two steps from her corner, Debra launched herself across the ring and attacked. Nikki had just pulled the stool out of the corner when Debra wrapped her hands in Mitzi's hair. She did the same and they started a hair pulling contest. Mitzi was trapped in her corner and Debra planned to keep her there. Debra slammed Mitzi into the corner and she grunted as she hit the thinly padded post.

Debra jerked Mitzi's head back by the hair and punched her in the face. Mitzi was stunned and lost her grip on Debra trying to protect her face. The brunette leaned back to take a full swing for her open-handed slap across both of Mitzi's bare breasts. The sound of hand meeting sweaty flesh echoed all the way to the back of the room and the cheering men rose to their feet as Mitzi sank to one knee holding her stinging breasts. Tears streaked her pretty face. Debra screamed at the blonde to get to her feet and when she was slow to do so, grabbed her hair and lifted her. Mitzi tried to pry Debra's hands from her hair, but the brunette punched her stomach, turned her around and slammed her face into the corner. Debra lost her grip on the blondes hair, but not for long. She took two handfuls from behind again and slammed Mitzi's chest into the turnbuckle over and over. With each impact, Mitzi grunted loud enough for all to hear. She started to sob and Debra figured she was softened up enough.

She pulled the bawling blonde to the middle of the ring as Nikki yelled at the referee to stop the fight before Mitzi was seriously hurt. Debra had done plenty of damage and was in total control of the fight. Mitzi was struggling vainly to pry Debra's fingers out of her hair and get her feet under her as Debra dragged her to the opposite corner and bent her head back over the top rope. She kept a hand in Mitzi's hair and nailed her boobs repeatedly with slaps and punches. Mitzi tried to protect her breasts, but Debra caught her on the point of the chin with an upper cut and Mitzi held the ropes to stay on her feet. Debra was letting her have it with both hands now and Nikki was crying as she screamed at the referee to end the one-sided beating.

Mitzi was trapped in the corner and near collapse, but the referee was ignoring Nikki's pleas, so she climbed through the ropes and headed for Debra. She hadn't gotten halfway when Gretchen climbed into the ring and came after her. Nikki wanted to save Mitzi but the referee got in front of her and tried to get her back out of the ring. She punched the referee with a hard right that knocked her away, but then Gretchen tackled her from behind. They went down with Gretchen's full weight on Nikki. She tried to kick Gretchen off as they grappled, but the auburn-haired woman wasn't only heavy, she was strong and mad.

They rolled over and Gretchen hit the slender blonde in her perky breasts, then punched her in the face. Nikki swung too, but missed, and it didn't take Gretchen long to put her in a hammer lock and pull her to her knees facing Mitzi. She had a hand in Nikki's long blonde hair and held her tightly as she shouted, "Watch Debra fuck up your little girl now that she's beaten." Gretchen yanked her hair to increase leverage on Nikki's arm, "When she finishes, we're gonna pull these little tits right off your chest too, bitch!"

The pain in her arm and shoulder were excruciating, but Nikki couldn't help smiling at what happened next. Debra, certain Mitzi was done, paused to watch Gretchen with Nikki. It gave Mitzi time to make a move and what she saw happening to Nikki inspired her. When Debra turned back, Mitzi drove a knee low and hard to her belly. Debra's mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged as she doubled over holding her stomach. Mitzi brought her knee up again, slamming it into her chest. Debra flipped on her back and as she writhed in pain on the mat, Mitzi stomped her twice in the stomach and then in the chest. Debra was hurt and while she gasped and tried to get her breath, Mitzi kicked her under the chin. The actresses' body stiffened, arched and then she collapsed on her back, limp. With a scream of triumph, Mitzi turned on her heel and charged across the ring at Gretchen.

Gretchen just had time to gasp, "Oh shit," as Mitzi dove over Nikki and tackled her around the shoulders. When Mitzi hit her, Gretchen lost her grip on Nikki who fell forward on her hands and knees. When she turned around, Mitzi was on Gretchen flailing away with both fists. Gretchen protected her head with her arms and most blows glanced off her forearms, not doing any real damage. Nikki threw herself into the melee and the two of them clawed, punched and kicked Gretchen until she begged for mercy.

When they finished, Gretchen's dress had been ripped off and then they went after her bra and panties too. They used them to tie her hands and feet and Nikki sat on her as Mitzi returned to Debra who was in the corner, rocking back and forth holding her head in her hands. Mitzi hauled her up and slammed her in the belly again, sending her reeling back to the ropes. She rebounded and Mitzi drove her foot into Debra's upper chest. She crashed to the mat on her back and lay with her right leg twitching grotesquely as Mitzi stepped over her, put a foot between Debra's softly jiggling breasts and demanded the referee count her out. The referee looked to Gretchen for instructions, but she was in no condition to say, or do, anything so she shrugged, walked over to Debra and slowly counted her out. Debra lay without moving a muscle. Mitzi had knocked her out cold!!

The audience roared as Mitzi leaned on the ropes and tried to catch her breath. Now that the fight was over, she realized how badly battered she was. Nikki got off of Gretchen and went over to her, holding her blouse shut with one hand. She supported Mitzi as they climbed through the ropes and down the steps to the floor. Men reached out to pat her on the arm, back, breasts and ass as they pushed through the crowd, but Mitzi was too exhausted to brush them off, so everyone got a good grope as they made their way to the dressing room.

While Nikki helped Mitzi, the referee untied Gretchen and she put on her bra and torn skirt, the only clothes that were still wearable. They picked Debra up and carried her to her dressing room where a house doctor brought her around and checked her out. He nodded to Gretchen, "I think she's OK. She'll probably have a headache for a day or two, but all in all she's lucky. A foot higher and that gal could've killed her with one of those kicks. You oughta have a hospital take a look at her."

While they tended to Debra in the other dressing room, Nikki slipped out of her own tattered clothes. She helped Mitzi into the rusty shower to wash the sweat and blood from her sleek body. As she held her, Nikki ran her fingers over the scratches and bruises on her clients high, firm breasts. She moved her hand lower and pushed it between her legs to check for further injuries. Mitzi moaned aloud. At first Nikki couldn't believe her ears when Mitzi said, "I never thought I'd get so aroused by a goddam fight!" She giggled girlishly and blushed, "I need a minute to take care of this. Would you mind waiting outside, it won't take long." Instead of leaving, Nikki shoved Mitzi's hands away and knelt. "Here," she whispered, "Lemme do it, Hon. I'm kinda excited myself, maybe it'll help me too." She ran her tongue slowly up the gash between the dancers legs and felt her shiver with excitement. It didn't take long, Mitzi climax so powerfully she had to hold onto Nikki to keep from falling in the tiny shower stall.

They'd just staggered out and were drying themselves with cheap, thin towels when Frank the promoter walked in without knocking. Nikki was about to throw him out, when he held up a signed contract with Mitzi's name on it. She realized what it was and shrieked with joy, then broke into a broad grin, grabbed it and showed it to Nikki. She kissed her as Frank congratulated her on, ". . . a great performance." They drank the champagne that Frank brought for the celebration and after he left, they talked about the match until Mitzi got so aroused they tumbled to the floor and Nikki got her off again.

The other matches had ended and most of the crowd was gone by the time they finally dressed and were ready to go. Mitzi asked Nikki to join her at a local bar. "Devlin's gonna meet me there to celebrate my win." Nikki begged off, saying, "Thanks, but I've gotta be in the office early tomorrow morning."

They were walking to the exit with Mitzi hanging on Nikki's arm, walking slowly because of the pain in her chest and keeping her legs apart to relieve the pressure on her battered pussy. They met Debra and Gretchen who were leaving with Debby the referee. Debra and Gretchen had been drinking, drowning their sorrow after Debra's shocking loss, but Debra was still woozy. "How's your cunt?" Debra asked when she saw Mitzi walking tenderly. She blushed at the question and averted her eyes modestly. Then Debra laughed at her and she spun to face her, her eyes filled with a steely resolve as she glared at the dark-haired actress.

Gretchen didn't have to be a mind-reader to know what Mitzi and Nikki had been up, she and her fighters also celebrated like that after a win and both women's faces were still flushed. Her lips curled in a tight sneer, "Been giving your girl's pussy a tongue massage?" Mitzi's face went ashen as the color drained from her cheeks. The big woman laughed at how easily embarrassed Mitzi was. She eyed Nikki's torn blouse which was wet from the shower and sex-sweat and clung to her hard nipples, making them seem even more prominent than usual. Nikki felt Gretchen's anger and knew she wanted revenge for the way she'd been overpowered, stripped and embarrassed in public. In spite Gretchen's expression, Nikki couldn't keep from reminding her of their bet.

Gretchen was an inch taller than Nikki at 5'9" and outweighed her by 20 to 25 pounds, most of it muscles. None the less, Nikki almost hoped Gretchen would try something, because she too was angry at the way Mitzi had been treated. Nikki was confident that with her police training she could overcome Gretchen and repeated her demand for the money. Gretchen asked her if she wanted to go double or nothing on the next fight. "You mean Debra wants to fight Mitzi again?" Nikki asked incredulously. "Uh-uh," Gretchen grunted, "You and me. I want to own your ass for a night." Nikki shook her head. "Not for fifty bucks you won't. You'll have to make it worthwhile before I get in the ring, with you or anyone else."

Just then, Frank the promoter appeared around the corner. He'd overheard them and come running. "Whoa, wait one ring-a-ding second girls. If you wanna get in the ring, do it next month so I can sell tickets. After that little set-to tonight, I'll headline you. I'm not renting this arena for you bimbos to settle your squabbles in private. Whadda ya say?" Gretchen leered at Nikki and winked at Frank. "We'll see. I'll get back to you." She patted the promoter on the shoulder as she, Debra and the referee walked away. Frank shrugged and followed them toward the exit.

"Wow!" Mitzi said, "I'm impressed. You were really gonna fight her." Nikki shook her head and tried to steady her trembling hands. "Not if I didn't have to. But if I do, I want it like now when she's drunk. I don't want to face her sober, she's big, strong, and I suspect she's got a mean streak a mile wide. I know from tonight she's a tough cookie." They went outside and Frank hailed them a cab. As Nikki got in, he groped her ass. "You wanna get inna ring with Gretch, you lemme know. It'll be worth a lot to ya." She pushed his hand away and slammed the door, barely missing his fingers. As soon as the cab pulled away from the curb, Nikki turned and asked Mitzi to tell her the truth about her second "fight" with Marilyn. "Do I have to beat it out of your Royal Hungarian ass?"

"Why? Don't you think what I told you was the truth?" Nikki shook her head. "No, I don't. Not the way you fought tonight. You looked like you'd never been in a fight before. From that and what Gretchen said during the fight, I doubt if you ever beat Marilyn at all. She's a former champion Gretchen said and now it seems there's several stories going around. Why not level with me, tell me what really happened." Mitzi looked surprised and then slumped in her seat with a heavy sigh. "OK, I suppose I owe you that since you jumped into the ring to help me." She spoke rapidly, clearly nervous but eager to clear the air and unburden herself of her secret. "Except for the participants, no one else knows the whole story about what happened. It was just like I said up to where we started to fight, but it was Marilyn that got me down instead of the way I told you."

Mitzi blushed and averted her eyes, but Nikki put her hand under Mitzi's chin and lifted her face. "Now, now. No tears, just tell me what really happened." Mitzi took a deep breath and choked out the entire story. She'd been flat on her back on the bathroom floor with Marilyn straddling her chest and slapping her when the door opened and someone came in. "I couldn't see who it was, Marilyn was practically on my face by then, but suddenly I felt her weight lift off my chest. I sat up and saw Jane Russell holding Marilyn by the hair. Marilyn got up and spun around and they exchanged a couple of punches. All of a sudden, Jane slugged Marilyn in the belly and gave her an uppercut under the chin that knocked her silly."

Nikki gasped at the thought of Marilyn Monroe, a former champion, being knocked out so easily by Jane Russell, another former champ. "I wish I'd seen it," she mumbled. "Jane helped me up and made sure I was OK," Mitzi said. "Then she made me swear not to tell anyone what happened. 'We can't risk our careers over a fight with some tart. Get your ass outta here before someone sees you. I'll take care of her'." Mitzi hung around outside until Jane left, then went back in and found Marilyn on the floor, nude and bound hand and foot with her own bra and stockings. She picked up Marilyn's dress and panties then someone came in, found her bending over Marilyn and ran out screaming. "I went out and when I heard the commotion, I figured I'd get in trouble. I left and gave away the dress and panties like I said. Everyone was talking about how it was me beat up Marilyn, but neither Marilyn nor Jane wanted the truth to get out."

"They were negotiating with the studio to make 'Gentlemen Prefer Blondes' together and couldn't risk being seen as 'trouble makers.' They let everyone think it was me who beat Marilyn, but the two of them came to see me in the studio a few days later and threatened me with terrible things if I ever let it out what really happened. You're the only one I've told. I just went along with it, well, because it made me look better I guess. Everyone treats me with more respect now than before."

When she finished, Mitzi was slumped on the seat, her hands trembling. "How did Gretchen find out the truth, did she say?" Nikki shook her head, "No. But there's no secrets in Hollywood. Look honey, I don't care what happened between you and Marilyn, I just need you to be straight with me." Nikki put a hand on Mitzi's shoulder comfortingly, "I won't let you get away with lying to me again." Mitzi nodded, her eyes filling with tears. As she dabbed at them with her handkerchief, she asked what Nikki had meant by that "Royal Hungarian ass" remark. Nikki laughed. "Gretchen told me everyone in Hollywood laughs at about some press release about you being descended from Hungarian royalty." "Well, I am!" Mitzi sniffed proudly, then threw herself into Nikki's arms and wept with shame.

"I'm sorry I lied, I won't ever do it again. I just didn't want you to think I'm a coward or something. If the truth got out, Jane and Marilyn could end up in trouble. Please believe me." Nikki shook her head, "I really like you honey. You got more courage than you know. Anyone who'd go out for the second fall after the beating you took has guts. I admire that." Mitzi threw herself on Nikki and kissed her hard on the lips. "I like you too Nikki. You know, if I'm going to be fighting, I'll need a full-time manager. Would you like to be mine? I knew you cared when you jumped in to help tonight." The young detective didn't hesitate. She agreed immediately. Sooner or later Mitzi would run into Gretchen again and Nikki wanted to be there when it happened. The next day she moved her stuff into Mitzi's cottage and started training her for her next fight.