Unlike her last fight, Mitzi had no problem entering the ring. Betty leered at her. Nikki saw the look on Mitzi's face and feared she'd bolt in terror. But Mitzi calmed herself, turned her back on Betty and then whispered, "Oh my God, Nikki. I'm so scared." Nikki tried to boost her confidence, reminding her this time would be different, but she wasn't sure she believed it herself. The bell rang before Mitzi was ready and Betty swarmed all over her, pummeling her with her fists and scratching her breasts as she tried to pull her bra off. It wasn't long before she bared Mitzi's breasts to the appreciative howls of the audience.

Mitzi got her hands in Betty's signature hairdo and pulled. Betty reared back from the pain and swung her fist at Mitzi's face, but she saw it coming and ducked. In her excitement, her counter-punch lacked power and glanced off of Betty's well-padded bosom. Each held the other's hair as they reeled across the ring cursing until Betty let go with her right hand and hit Mitzi twice in the belly. The punches didn't damage the fit dancer, but she lost her hold on Betty's hair. Betty kept her left in Mitzi's hair, however, and forced Mitzi to bend down. Betty brought her fist up against Mitzi's chin and her knees buckled as she slumped to the canvas where the brunette kicked her in the stomach. Mitzi writhed in pain as Betty tore off her panties and attacked her lush bush with two hands. Mitzi shrieked as Betty's nails tore her flesh and ripped hair. "I told you I'd beat your slut ass again," Betty hissed. "Will you do it my way or do I beat the shit out of you?" Over her screams, Mitzi heard Nikki yelling in frustration and fought to keep her mind on her fight. Betty was so intent on causing Mitzi pain, she'd forgotten her own defense.

She was bending over between Mitzi's legs when Mitzi raised a leg and kicked her in the pit of her soft stomach. Her eyes went wide as she gasped and grabbed herself as she slowly fell on top of Mitzi. They rolled over and Mitzi pounded on the black-haired woman's stomach. The first punch made Betty gasp, but a second went deep without bringing any sound except the solid "splat" of her fist on skin. Betty flopped around in agony as Mitzi got to her knees and watched with a grin as her rival squirmed. "You cheap, cheating bitch," Mitzi muttered as she started to tear at Betty's bra. Betty tried to stop her, but whenever she raised her hands, Mitzi hit her in the belly again. She tore off Betty's bra and went after her panties. It was clear Betty was no longer able to prevent it. That was proven as Mitzi easily pulled them over Betty's firm, round ass. Betty wasn't used to appearing nude in public, and when Mitzi stripped her, she modestly covered her pussy with her hands, leaving her small, firm breasts exposed and vulnerable.

Mitzi grabbed hold and squeezed as hard as she could. Betty was soon moaning in pain as the dancer's fingers dug deep into the soft flesh. Mitzi really felt the adrenaline rush of fighting as she punished Betty's breasts. Every so often, just to keep Betty weak, she punched her in the belly and smiled at the satisfying grunt she heard when her fist sank deep into her. Every time she hit her, Betty convulsed as her knees and shoulders jerked upward from the mat. Mitzi would lean on Betty and force her back by digging her fingers into Betty's soft, yielding breasts and pushing. She laughed at the pain she saw on Betty's face and couldn't resist taunting her. "You want me to take it easy on you slut? All you have to do is tell me you'll throw the match the way you wanted me to do when you came to my dressing room."

Betty was too winded by the stomach punches and her screaming to reply, but it wasn't long before the model was wailing for release. Mitzi stepped back to let her roll over and she begin to crawl to her corner where an angry Gretchen was screaming, "Get up and fight." Mitzi waited until Betty was almost there before she dragged her back to the center of the ring by the hair, lifted her to her feet and spun her around by the arm in a circle. She let go and Betty flew to the ropes, but rebounded right back to where Mitzi was waiting. Betty came off the ropes with her arms out for balance and was unable to block Mitzi's high kick between her breasts; Mitzi's famous "chorus kick". Her head snapped and her feet flew into the air as she turned a somersault and landed on her chest. She lay still for a moment, then her arms began to move in a swimming motion as she tried to get to her corner. Seeing she still wasn't out, Mitzi dropped and wrapped her strong dancer's legs around the groggy woman's head, burying Betty's nose deep in the neatly trimmed hair between her legs as she crossed her ankles and locked her legs in a perfect head scissors. With Mitzi's leg strength, Betty wouldn't have escaped if she weren't groggy, but in her condition escape was impossible.

Betty's face turned red as Mitzi applied crushing power to the hold. Betty's legs kicked weakly as she pawed Mitzi's thighs, but it was too late for the beautiful model. She quickly neared unconsciousness and when the referee checked her, it was obvious she was incapable of resisting. She waved her arms and awarded Mitzi the first fall. Mitzi opened her legs and leaped to her feet, being sure everyone saw that she was still fresh and full of energy after her easy win in the first fall. Betty lay gasping for breath as Gretchen climbed through the ropes and, with the referees help, dragged her to the corner where she tried to revive her in time for the second fall.

Nikki congratulated Mitzi on winning the first fall but warned against overconfidence. "She can do the same thing to you if you make a mistake. Go out there, get on her and don't give her a chance to recover. Put her down and hurt her. Keep pounding her belly until she can't take any more, then play with her like we talked about, OK?" Mitzi nodded and Nikki was glad to see her being so serious. It was the first time she'd seen that look on Mitzi's face and she hoped it wouldn't be the last.

In Betty's corner, things were far different. Betty feared she was in over her head - that's why she visited Mitzi's dressing room - and after the first fall her confidence was shot and she wanted out! "I didn't sign up to be stripped and beaten like this," she whimpered. "You said it'd be like the party. It's NOT the same. She hurt me! I wanna go home." Betty stamped her foot petulantly and tried to get out of the ring but Gretchen pushed her back. "Look you stupid cunt," she hissed, "I got money riding on this fight and so do my friends. If you don't want to end up doing real bondage, you better kick that bitches ass. People in Mexico would love to have that sweet body of yours for a while. They'd be your last photos, but they'd be memorable." Betty shivered, she knew Gretchen was serious. Her friends warned her about the tall, auburn-haired woman, but her pride and ego overcome her good sense and she signed the contract. Now she had to fight when, where and who Gretchen said. It was for generous fees, of course, but she was no better than her slave. She hadn't realized it until too late.

Gretchen laid out the penalty for failure and Betty saw if she didn't fight, her career and even her life may end prematurely. She sighed and nodded, "I'll try, but I don't think I can, she's good." Gretchen slapped her angrily, "She's a little coward inside. Go out there and hurt her and she'll quit. If you don't, I'm going to hurt you - so decide if you're more afraid of her or me." Gretchen could see from her face that Betty feared her more than Mitzi and when the bell rang, she pushed her into the ring with a final bit of advice, "You better win, you slut, if you know what's good for you."

Motivated by fear, Betty came out with renewed determination and as Mitzi closed, the dark-haired model used one of the few wrestling moves she'd learned to grab Mitzi and step behind her with her right leg. Mitzi recognized the move too late and was off balance, so the move succeeded. Betty flipped Mitzi over her hip and she fell heavily. She only lost her breath momentarily, but it was long enough to briefly give Betty an advantage which she used to drop and drive her elbow into the blonde dancer's belly inches above her pussy. If the blow hit where she aimed it may have injured or disabled Mitzi, it missed and while Mitzi was hurt, she wasn't injured. Betty wasted valuable time slapping and pinching Mitzi's proud breasts and scratching and clawing at her pussy as her fit dancer's body rapidly recovered from the elbow as she used her hands to fend off many of Betty's cruel but uncoordinated attacks.

Nikki was screaming at the referee, "She's scratching, ref. That's not allowed. Make her stop." Gretchen urged Betty on while distracting the ref and taunting Nikki that Mitzi was about to lose. The referee was young and inexperienced and her head swiveled from Betty to Nikki, then Gretchen and back to Betty again, her indecision working in Betty's favor by allowing her to punish Mitzi's pussy for a full minute. Mitzi finally ended the torture when she grabbed Betty's hair and pulled herself to a sitting position. Betty's eyes widened in surprise as Mitzi rose and she barely got her arm up in time to deflect Mitzi's fist. The blow glanced off her forearm and hit her temple with enough force to knock her back. Mitzi got to her feet and limped to her corner where Nikki was screaming at the referee. She was bleeding where patches of her hair had been torn out. She leaned on the ropes, grabbed the referee and pointed at her cunt. "Look at that, Bitch! While you're standing around, look what she did!" She turned to Nikki and stuck a finger between her small, firm breasts, "You're shaving me before my next fight!!" Then she turned to Betty who was sitting in the middle of the ring rubbing her head. "And you're about to get the worst beating of your life, you cunt!"

Betty rose just as Mitzi grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. The black-haired model yelped in pain, but it was followed by a grunt as Mitzi drove her knee into the older woman's belly. Her eyes opened wide as the air was driven from her by the powerful thrust and her legs wobbled. She would have fallen if Mitzi hadn't held her up by the hammerlock. With a scream, Mitzi threw Betty into the corner, slamming her chest against the lightly padded turnbuckle. Mitzi threw herself in behind Betty and the impact knocked out whatever fight there was left out of her. Betty went limp and slid down the ropes in spite of Mitzi's attempts to hold her up. Mitzi used a handful of hair to drag her to the center of the ring, threw her on her back, then jumped up and down on her repeatedly until the referee came over to check on Betty. When she bent down, Mitzi pushed her away, "You stay away from me unless you want some of the same thing. You should have been doing that when she was scratching my pussy. Stay away, lemme finish her."

The young referee backed off, ignoring Gretchen's pleas to stop the beating. After battering Betty's belly, Mitzi held her ankles and stomped her pussy. Betty convulsed in pain and her torso jerked off the mat, then she collapsed. She was barely conscious when Mitzi dragged her to the ropes where Frank was sitting with his friends - all in dark, chalk- stripe suits with dark shirts, white ties and large pocket handkerchiefs. Nikki hoped Mitzi wasn't going to do anything dumb because the men's appearance screamed "Mafia." She knew Betty had modeled in New York and New Jersey for a firm with rumored mob ties and the men had clearly come to watch their darling destroy Mitzi, but now the tables had turned. Mitzi threw Betty's the nude body over the top rope with her breasts hanging outside the ring and her limp arms dangling down in front of Frank. In spite of the situation, Nikki felt a sensation between her legs at the sight of the helpless woman's gorgeous body being displayed thus. It was as if Mitzi were deliberately displaying her to the men before she humiliated her for their entertainment as well as her own.

First, Mitzi slowly spanked Betty's full ass, using her hips and legs to get maximum power into each swing. It didn't take more than five or six before a nice, rosy glow started spreading across Betty's lovely pale cheeks. When the woman began to stir, Mitzi increased the speed of the spanking and by the time Betty realized where she was and what was happening, her ass was bright red! That's when Mitzi revealed a sadistic side of her personality that she'd previously kept hidden. She reached between the ropes and grabbed Betty's left breast and really dug her fingers into the soft flesh. She pulled down, stretching the ropes as she forced Betty's torso down over the top rope by using her breast as a handle. Betty pawed at Mitzi's hand, but every time Mitzi spanked her, she'd move her hands to protect her burning ass, so her hands were never still - they constantly moved back and forth as she tried to figure out how to stop both attacks at once and ended up stopping neither. Mitzi used Betty's breast to bounce her body up and down on the ropes while she spanked until Betty began to cry and beg her to stop. Mitzi finally stopped long enough to push her hand between Betty's legs and get two fingers in her pussy. Nikki grinned when she heard the gasp as the crowd saw what Mitzi was doing and heard Betty's shriek as she realized the next indignity she would suffer.

Betty was soon holding onto the ropes with both hands as Mitzi worked her pussy, using Betty's body weight on the ropes to bounce her up and down on her hand as Mitzi forced it deep inside her. By this time, Betty was too aroused to resist, having surrendered to her body's need to climax. Betty moaned, "No" a couple of times, but no one who heard it felt it was sincere. Her expression was like that of a wanton woman who couldn't get enough and Mitzi was prepared to test Betty's limits to the maximum. When the orgasm hit her, Betty cried out and nearly toppled over the ropes in her reaction. Mitzi caught her by her pussy hair and pulled her back into the ring.

She resumed spanking but Frank waved to the referee. "You made your point," Frank told her, "put her down before Mara takes you out." Mitzi looked at the referee and realized while she'd exhausted herself beating Betty, the young referee had been conserving herself. She didn't want to mar the joy of her evening, but made a last gesture to prove she wasn't to be taken lightly again. She cupped her hand between Betty's legs and used the power of her legs to flip the model over the top rope. Betty landed in the laps of the startled promoter and his entourage. Frank leaped up and Miss January's quivering body fell in a heap at his feet. She lay on her side, crying and shaking uncontrollably as Mitzi raised her hands to cheers of the excited crowd which, until that moment, had watched in stunned silence.

It had been a spectacle worthy of a Roman circus, one woman's domination of another using her fingers and her open hand. Gretchen climbed down and checked on Betty's condition. She was OK, so she disgustedly dropped her head on the floor and turned to go, but Frank grabbed her wrist, stopping her. He snarled something that made Gretchen pale, but she quickly nodded in agreement. She pulled Betty to her feet by the hair and using it as a handle, steered the weeping woman toward the dressing room followed by Frank and his entourage of swarthy no-necks. They took her to her dressing room where the dark-haired woman lay on the floor in tears as Gretchen stood over her with her arms raised in protest as Frank railed at her. "My guys lost a lotta dough on this fuckin' broad," he hissed, "and they wanna get satisfaction." He leered down at Betty's firm ass as it shook as she sobbed uncontrollably, knowing that what was about to happen would be even worse than the humiliation she'd endured in the ring. "I told these guys they couldn't lose bettin' on their New York girl and look at her, can't stop bawlin' for Christ's sake."

Gretchen dragged Betty to her feet and threw her on her belly on top of table with her long legs waving in the air. "Go on," Gretchen grinned as she nodded toward Betty's round, soft ass, "take all the satisfaction you want. She don't mind at all, do you cunt?" Betty was sobbing too hard to speak, but no one cared if she objected or not. One after another, the men dropped their trousers and rammed their hard pricks into her ass or pussy until each of them had spent his seed. Gretchen held Betty in an iron grip, feeling her body jerk and twitch with each thrust. She was so excited by the scene, that she nearly had an orgasm of her own and she swore that Betty would give her one as soon as the rough men left.

When Frank and his minions finished, Betty was on the floor weeping where she'd fallen after the last man raped her. Gretchen lifted her dress and squatted on the bondage models pretty face. "OK Betty, now it's my turn to get off. Start lickin' and don't stop til' I tell you." Betty mumbled something that Gretchen couldn't hear as she dropped on Betty's face, but she was too aroused to care. She couldn't hold out long and her powerful orgasm left her weak with pleasure. She climbed off of Betty and threw the quivering woman a towel. "Now take a shower, get dressed and get your ass out of town. If I ever see you again, you'll wish that I had sent you to that movie company in Mexico." Gretchen walked out of the dressing room and bumped into Shirley MacLaine who was heading to the arena to watch the final event of the evening.

"Miss MacLaine," Gretchen called to the young fighter. "Can I have a few minutes? I've got a business proposal that may be to our mutual benefit." Shirley paused and studied Gretchen's face for a moment. "You manage a couple of the girls aren't you?" Gretchen nodded, "Yeah, some. I just let one go, so I've got an opening for a tough young woman. Can I buy you a drink and tell you the benefits having me as your manager?" Shirley thought a moment and then shrugged, "It can't hurt to listen, can it?" They walked into the arena arm-in-arm just before the next fight was to begin and took seats right behind Nikki and Mitzi as the fighters for the main event entered the arena. Shirley sat behind Mitzi, kneeing her as she did. Mitzi turned, saw Shirley, and her face darkened. "You were too hard on Juliet," she said sharply, "you didn't have to almost kill her." Shirley grinned and said, " I was pretending it was you, dear. I wasn't impressed with your performance tonight. You better not fight like that with me." Mitzi started to reply but Shirley added, "You'll be carried out like your friend."

Nikki grinned at Gretchen. "Looks like Betty's visit to Mitzi backfired, didn't it? You wasted your time putting that knife to my throat but, under the circumstances, I'll let it pass." She held out her hand, "Our bet was double or nothing?" Gretchen reached in her pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. She peeled off several and slammed them into Nikki's hand. "Don't think this is over. Next time I won't settle for taking your money. You wanna bet on THIS fight? I'd like to win my money back." They discussed Rita's speed and Jayne's strength. Shirley and Mitzi thought Rita could win if she used her speed. Gretchen and Nikki thought Jayne was too big and strong and would win, perhaps easily. Mitzi suggested they bet a dinner. If Rita won, Gretchen and Nikki would pick up the tab, if Jayne, she and Shirley. After they agreed, Gretchen whispered to Nikki, "Wanna make a bet of our own? It don't last more than two." Gretchen said something that made Nikki grin as she nodded.

In the other matches, Debra Paget pummeled Beverly Garland into submission with her fists and then fiery little Debbie Reynolds met six foot Julie Newmar. A victory would propel the winner into the title hunt after the turmoil of the past few months. Debbie nearly pulled an upset, using her superior conditioning to wear down the bigger women. But with the match tied at a fall apiece, Julie caught Debbie in a headlock-choke combination and used her size and weight to put the little spitfire away.

The semi-final involved Kim Novak and Mamie van Doren, both losers in the elimination tournament and looking to redeem their reputations. Mamie came out fast and hurt Kim, pounding her stomach until the "ice maiden" went down. Mamie used her big breasts to cover Kim's face until she was nearly unconscious then revived her to take even more humiliation. The match ended with a nude, weeping Kim on her knees licking Mamie's pussy in exchange for stopping her beating. The championship match was the final event of the night. A tournament had been held and Rita Moreno beat Kim Novak in a long, hard fight and Jayne Mansfield destroyed Mamie Van Doren, battering the blonde unconsciousness with her breasts.

Then came the main event, the Championship Title Fight. The first into the ring was the fiery Latina Rita Moreno. She had endured slurs because of her Puerto Rican background and because she was a small dancer who was thought to have little chance against the big blonde. Jayne Mansfield had been ranked number three going into the tournament and complained that she should have been number one, not Rita. When she fought Mamie Van Doren, the number two fighter, Jayne destroyed her in two straight falls, battering Mamie around the ring before pinning her to win the first fall and completing her demolition of the platinum blonde by finishing her with a breast smother at six minutes of the second. Jayne's size, strength and the easy victory over the tough Mamie, made her the crowd favorite.

The fight ended in just four minutes! Jayne came out like she meant business. Rita's manager looked worried when Jayne began to jab and move forward trying to land a big punch right at the start. But the lithe dancer used her quick feet to stay out of danger and avoided every blow until she bobbed when she should weaved and the powerful blonde landed a fist to her temple. Rita staggered as Jayne closed and, with a guttural grunt, drove her fist into the dancer's left breast, flattening it against her breastbone. Rita spun across the ring and held on to the top rope to keep from falling. Smiling, Jayne came over to finish her.

Rita's right foot snapped out and she drove her heel into Jayne's relaxed belly, just above the full, round curve of her pussy. Jayne's eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock. She looked at Rita with eyes that reflected her surprise and shock at the unexpected kick. Rita bounced on the ropes and launched herself at Jayne. Doubled over in pain, her face was level with Rita's shoulder. The dancer's shoulder hit Jayne's face and the blonde staggered. She might have fallen on her own, but Rita followed up with a high-kick to the big blonde's huge breasts. Jayne landed on her back and the spectators rose to see if Rita could finish her off or if Jayne could regain the initiative and prevail. As Jayne lay gasping for breath through her blood clogged nose, Rita dropped her knee on a soft fleshy breast, forcing the air from Jayne's lungs. Rita stomped Jayne twice more in the belly and as Jayne's body convulsed from the blows, Rita uppercut the big blonde to the face. A large gash opened above Jayne's eye and blood poured into her eyes, blinding her.

Rita stepped back, looking for an opening as Jayne courageously got to her hands and knees. Rita darted in and kicked her in the stomach and Jayne flopped on her chest, moaning and gagging. The dusky dancer bent down, unfastened Jayne's bra, pulled it from under her and began to flay her back with it, using the metal hooks as barbs to open dark gashes in her pale flesh. "Come on, get up puta!" Rita screamed, "Get up and fight." Jayne tried, staggering to her feet and weaving blindly around the ring as blood flowed into her eyes. Rita came up on her blind side and drove her foot into Jayne's pussy, collapsing her in agony. Jayne was hurt and everyone knew it.

Rita pulled her up by the hair, threw her into the ropes and bent her back over the top rope and began to drive one punch after another into her big breasts. She only punched Jayne's lovely face when she tried to move off the ropes. The blood from the cut over her left eye blinded Jayne and Rita's right hand crashed in unseen time and time again. Jayne's powerful legs held her up longer than anyone expected, but finally the referee stepped in and waved her arms, signaling the end of the first fall. As Jayne's big body began to slide down the ropes, Rita delivered a final punch to the side of her jaw and Jayne fell between the ropes and lay sprawled on the apron with her heavy breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing.

As Jayne's stunned seconds scrambled into the ring, the announcer droned, "First fall to Rita Moreno." Her seconds worked feverishly to revive Jayne, but after a two minute break Rita was bouncing up and down rearing to go while Jayne still slumped on her stool. The bell rang and Rita sprinted across the ring, but Jayne's manager intervened and waved his hands in the air. "She can't go on," he said. "It's over." There was a moment of stunned silence, then the crowd erupted in cheers as the haughty Rita Moreno left the ring wearing a big grin, the championship belt and all of her clothing.

Shirley and Mitzi, like nearly everyone else in the arena, were on there feet, moved by the surprising and sudden ending to the fight. They were both very excited at having won their bet with Nikki and Gretchen. Also it might improve their positions in the league, since Rita was the first dancer to win the championship. Mitzi and Shirley hugged each other as they danced in a little circle. "Ummmm... that was so exciting," Mitzi said beaming at Shirley and giving her another squeeze that made her wince. "But perhaps they waited too long to stop it. Rita got to really work Jayne over when she was out on the ropes." Shirley pulled Mitzi back into her arms more tightly, "Don't worry Mitz. If you fight Rita I'm sure that they'll stop it sooner. She'll punch you out even faster than Jayne." Then she added with a sly grin, "I'm the only girl who can beat that tough Latina."

Shirley suddenly jolted Mitzi, pulling her to her so hard that Mitzi moaned from the pressure on her injured breasts. Mitzi shoved Shirley away and looked to Nikki for help. Nikki however, was still sitting in her seat stunned by the outcome and Mitzi was struck by a pang of self doubt, wondering if her manager might think that Shirley may be right.

Realizing Mitzi was in pain, Shirley grabbed one of her swollen breasts. Mitzi tried to pull away, but Shirley tightened her grip. Seeing Mitzi's grimace, she smiled, "My, you are sensitive aren't you? If you think they hurt now, wait till I work `em over the way Rita did to Jayne." Having said that, Shirley let go of the one breast and used her open hand to slap both of Mitzi's tender breasts back and forth. The pain was searing and Mitzi gasped as she tried to stop the embarrassing show by grabbing Shirley's wrists. They struggled swaying back and forth. As Nikki and Gretchen moved to separate them, Shirley managed to get one of her hands free of Mitzi's grip but instead of trying to punch the flustered blonde, she grabbed Mitzi behind the head and pulled her forward. As their faces met, she planted a wet kiss on the shocked dancers open mouth.