It began the night little Rita Moreno beat big Jayne Mansfield. Mitzi and her manager Nikki sat with Mitzi's arch enemy Shirley and her manager Gretchen. The two managers bet the fighters a dinner on Jayne. Like other stunned fans, Nikki and Gretchen now had to pay their debt. Due to the competition between the duos it took several weeks to agree on a time and place. In the interim, Gretchen had been scheming to get Frank the promoter to match Shirley against Mitzi. In a taxi on their way to the restaurant, Nikki and Mitzi were reading the 'Fighting Girl Gazette, The Official Newspaper of Women's Fighting."

Mitzi was upset by the cover photo showing her confrontation with Shirley in the stands after the Rita-Jayne fight. It was only a few slaps and angry words, but in the picture Nikki had her arms were around Shirley clutching her breasts. Shirley was looking back with an expression readers may think was love or lust. It was an accident, but a lucky one for the photographer.

The caption, "Celebrity Fight Agent Nikki Spade's Twin Assets" and the article gave the impression she wanted Shirley and Mitzi as her, "Twin Assets." It was pure fabrication, of course, but Mitzi was livid. "I can't stand that rag," she threw the paper on the floorboard in disgust. "You gotta know what's being said," Nikki sighed picking it up. "I don't care," Mitzi pouted, "they're gossip mongers."

"Care," Nikki advised. "Shirley bragged she slapped you around and you've let yourself go." As Nikki read, Mitzi silently bowed her head. "Here's just a sample, `'That bottle blonde bitch has hid from me for months. If she fights me like she did Sheree I'll kick her chubby butt around the ring. She'll be sorry she came to Hollywood'." "It's not talk, Mitzi," Nikki said. "She's wanted you since she joined Frank. She's in top shape. She was cruel to Mamie, look at this."

MACLAINE MAULS MAMIE IN MAJOR UPSET - by B. Starr [special to the Gazette] (Hollywood, Calif.)
"Mamie van Doren's comeback after a loss to Jayne Mansfield was derailed Saturday night when she was badly beaten by Shirley MacLaine in a rough, one-sided fight. Mamie wore a gold two-piece that showed her assets perfectly and her blond hair was short, perhaps for a new movie. She looked as fit and ready as I've seen her for a fight, including the championship elimination fight when she was destroyed by Jayne Mansfield. In her first fight after Mansfield, she overwhelmed and embarrassed a proud Kim Novak so badly that Novak "temporarily" withdrew from the league. Mamie spoke of her eagerness to regain her top ranking and it was no secret she saw Shirley as a minor obstacle."

"Shirley was magnificent in a light blue bra and panty set but, despite recent successes, few gave her a chance against a big blonde who just two short months before was on track to the championship. Shirley had chopped down pretty young Juliet Prowse and gigantic Julie Newmar in her last two fights, but neither had much experience. Tonight, she showed her cruelty wasn't restricted to young dancers as she used her fists, elbows, feet and knees to give the busty veteran a vicious beating."

"Both began slowly, unwilling to give her opponent an opening. After battling evenly, Mamie drove her shoulder to Shirley's midsection and forced her to a corner. Just as it seemed she may gain control, Shirley lifted both knees to Mamie's breasts and put her flat on her back. Before she recovered, Shirley was off the ropes with a double knee drop to her belly that took the wind out of the chesty blonde. From there, Shirley was unstoppable as she battered Mamie's large breasts." "Her attack forced Mamie to lower her hands which left her open to a series of fists and elbows that left her reeling. A handful of hair and two knee lifts had the big blonde groggy, and then she showed she'd studied her competition by dropping the platinum blonde with a Mitzi Gaynor style 'chorus kick.' It left Mamie defenseless and rolling her up for the pin was just a formality. Shirley immediately leaped up and gestured to Gaynor's manager, Nikki Spade, at ringside. 'I'll do the same to your girl, too'."

"Mamie's corner worked wonders getting her ready, but she looked very sluggish starting the second fall and when she tried to lock up with Shirley, the redhead tripped her down easily. Mamie was stunned when Shirley caught her legs, spread them and kicked her in the groin. Her scream was cut short as Shirley spun behind her, wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs around her waist in a combination choke/scissors. She cruelly loosened her grip whenever Mamie was about to pass out and tortured her for several minutes until Mamie went limp. She rolled her onto her back and punched her big breasts a couple of times before she finally pinned her to win in two straight falls."

"They pulled Shirley off and carried Mamie from the ring as Shirley screamed, 'I want that bimbo Gaynor next, then I'll whip Rita's spic ass.' This reporter could see Shirley's manager, Gretchen Curry, and Mitzi's manager, Nikki Spade in animated conversation at ringside, probably discussing a future meeting of the two top contenders. We only hope Miss Gaynor works hard in the gym or the slumping blonde may well get a one-sided thrashing when she meets 'raging redhead' MacLaine. At least that's this reporters opinion. In any case, it's clear MacLaine has stolen Gaynor's place as Frank's top contender."

Nikki threw the paper aside and shook her head. "I swear Mitzi, she was a lot tougher than that Starr bitch said. She might have killed Mamie. She's sleek and toned and ..... well, you've put on some weight. Even before Sheree, your only 'work out' was rolling on the floor with your maid Dorothy and you've done even less since." Mitzi blushed and muttered, "Don't start Nikki. Dorothy was with me before you came along. Besides, you're the one talking about trying a threesome! That's not my idea of a stable relationship. I saw you checking Shirley's 'condition,' pawing her boobs like that! Christ, the picture's all over town! How do you think that makes me feel? Is THAT who you want to bring to bed with us? That. . that. . slut Shirley MacLaine?"

Nikki was stunned. "Is that what this tantrum's about? You're jealous of HER? Damn!" Mitzi glared at Nikki who put her hands on her hips, sighed and said, "In the picture, if you remember, I was pulling her off of you trying to save you. Give me some credit, huh? The bitch means nothing to me." Mitzi stared at her during a long silence, then said in a serious tone, "Just you remember, you're my manager AND my lover. Don't go getting cozy with those two. Hands off. If Shirley tries anything tonight, I swear I'll finish it. You better keep her bitch manager away from me or I'll smack her down too."

Nikki hated it when Mitzi got in one of her "moods" and lately it happened often. She assumed it was the pressure to succeed as she neared the championship that was making her short-tempered. "I didn't mean to upset you," Nikki said. "You two are gonna fight eventually and it worries me. She'll try to upset you, but promise you won't let her provoke you. Ignore her, OK?" Mitzi started to protest, but Nikki was firm. "This ain't the time to let her bait you. Behave! Promise? Remember the last fight you had outside a ring?" Mitzi blanched at recalling what Bettie Page did to her at the garden party. She shivered, crossed her arms over her breasts, pulled her wrap tighter and asked the driver to turn on the heat.

At the same time, across town in her mansion, Gretchen was sitting in the bedroom Shirley used when she stayed with her as Shirley finished getting dressed. She talked about Mitzi's fight with Sheree North. "Gaynor won, but that's all. She showed weaknesses we can use when we get her in the ring. If she'd lost, you'd have to fight someone else for a title chance and I know you want to be the one to ruin her chance at the championship. Now, we have a way to do it. That Brenda Starr's pretty good. She wrote about it in her article about Mitzi's fight. She was also quite impressed by how you destroyed that other fat blonde. Listen." She read aloud as Shirley took a pair of slacks out of her closet and stepped into them, pulling them up her trim legs.

ROOKIE NORTH NEARLY UPSETS GAYNOR by B. Starr [special to the Gazette] (Hollywood, Calif.)
"Mitzi Gaynor, after a surprisingly good showing against tough Bettie Page took a 'tune-up' fight with Sheree North, making her fighting debut. In a pre-fight interview, Frank the promoter said that Mitzi was one of his best and wouldn't be surprised if she fought for the title soon. He referred to her as his 'surprise package.' She surprised all right; that she got out of the ring in one piece surprised everyone. After seeing the fight, this reporter wonders if all the talk about her was a lot of hype."

"Mitzi looked smashing and confident in a bright gold outfit, although heavier than we've seen her before. Given her opponent's inexperience, Gaynor seemed surprisingly nervous and fidgety before the fight. Sheree North, another pretty blonde dancer was also nervous, even looking a bit intimidated, but then since it was her first league fight it was understandable. Mitzi's experience let her control the first fall, although she had to work hard. Pinning North was an ordeal for the highly favored dancer as Sheree showed surprising strength and some skill, time and again escaping Gaynor's pin attempts and holds. But, after several agonizing minutes, Gaynor caught Sheree in a bow and arrow and held on tight."

"North was soon in agony and Gaynor turned it into a sleeper hold that had Sheree helpless. Mitzi laid her on her back and sat on her chest, pinning her shoulders for the obligatory 3-count. The referee slapped Sheree to revive her, but before she recovered fully, Mitzi rolled her over and pulled down her panties, giving her an ass-reddening spanking while the referee looked on smiling, doing nothing to stop her. The crowd screamed in glee as Sheree rose red-faced and angry at the referee for permitting her to be embarrassed like that."

"Mitzi laughed as Sheree pulled her panties up. "That's partial payback for what you did to me, bitch!" I'm not sure what she was referring to, but I'll check and get back to that. Anyway, Mitzi went to her corner breathing heavily and perspiring, but you could see how cocky she was from the way she smirked and laughed as her manager tried to talk to her. When she came out for the second fall, Mitzi pointed at Sheree and made a motion like she was going to break her in two but Sheree changed tactics, perhaps conceding her opponents technical superiority."

"Sheree raised her hands in a boxing stance and eyed Gaynor questioningly as the audience supported her challenge by clapping and chanting, "Box her". Maybe wanting to end it fast, Mitzi accepted, but quickly regretted the decision. They stood toe-to-toe in the center of the ring and this reporter was surprised by Sheree's success. Gaynor blocked some, but more punches landed and she looked lost as Sheree hammered away. She tried to cover up but Sheree kept changing her attack as she backed Gaynor up and pinned her on the ropes. Mitzi squealed as a fist dug low and deep into her soft midsection and her head was snapped back as an upper cut landed on her chin. Soon, looking desperate, she quit fighting back and tried to run. And, she did right into a roundhouse right that dropped her down on her butt and brought the crowd to their feet."

"Miss North showed she knew the basics. With Gaynor down and groggy, she kept her that way. She rolled her onto her stomach and kicked her thighs. Mitzi was trying to cover, but Sheree grabbed her ankles and twisted her famous legs in knots. Sheree finished with a well executed figure four leg lock that had Gaynor pounding the mat in pain and frustration. The crowd, sensing an upset, were on their feet applauding as Sheree poured on the pressure until Gaynor broke down and sobbed out a submission. The referee had to save Franks "top contender" from rookie Sheree who pulled down her panties and started to spank her. The referee stopped it, but Gaynor was left face down on the mat with her panties at her thighs until her manager and the referee helped her limp back to her corner."

"Between falls it was clear from their actions that both Gaynor and her manager were worried. Gaynor had her face in her hands, obviously crying but it wasn't clear if it were because of the pain, the humiliation or disappointment. Nikki Spade screamed at her and even slapped her once, either to get her attention or snap her out of whatever was wrong. She did call Mitzi, ". . . a lazy . . " and berated her for poor training habits. She screamed at her to fight instead of covering up when hurt and pointed to Frank sitting ringside with Shirley MacLaine's manager, Gretchen Curry, 'They're watching'."

"The lovely blonde dancer-actress was still rubbery-legged and winded looking at starting the third fall. She stayed on the run, hanging onto the ropes as North chased her around the ring. Mitzi was hammered again with fists to the belly and head as a the quicker dancer kept catching her. Several times it looked like Gaynor was about to quit or be knocked out, but give her credit - she's game. She stayed on her feet, and was ready when Sheree made a rookie mistake. With Gaynor stumbling, she Irish Whipped her into the corner turnbuckle. Gaynor's arms were hung up in the ropes and looked helpless when Sheree lowered her head and charged in to finish her off."

"Just as it looked all over for her, Gaynor got off one of her famous 'chorus kicks' smashing her foot to North's face. The powerful blonde went down as if shot. Still dazed, Mitzi held on to the ropes as Sheree writhed on the mat. Then Gaynor took a deep breath and threw herself on Sheree before she recovered. With an arm bar she twisted the now helpless North around and when she clamped on a waist scissors it was only a matter of time before the referee granted her a submission."

She won the match, but afterwards, she was too exhausted to get up. Miss Spade helped and she exited the arena as some in the audience booed the decision. There was little celebration and a lot of relief for her I'll bet, and after the fight, Miss Gaynor refused comment. Nikki Spade, her manager, admitted that her trainer had vanished and Mitzi hadn't trained much. Ruefully, she conceded that Mitzi needed to get back to the gym before she had 'a serious fight.' In an exclusive interview, Sheree North told this reporter, 'I shoulda beat that over-blown bitch.' Indeed Sheree had totally out-classed Gaynor and she said she wanted a rematch as soon as possible. And this reporter thinks that she deserves one."

Gretchen put down the paper as Shirley turned around and ran her hands over her body, looked at Gretchen and smiled questioningly. "It's perfect," Gretchen said winking, "Just the thing for this evening. If Mitzi wears the we sent her dress, you'll be ready." Shirley pointed to the Gazette, "You think that's the key then? Use my fists?" Gretchen nodded, "Exactly. I've seen several of her fights and whenever an opponent hits her face, she starts to fold up. It's gonna get her killed one of these days. Tonight, I'll get Nikki to sign a contract for a boxing match with you. You're already a better fighter and few weeks of lessons and you can pound her senseless. You're a lot better than North and look how well she did. If she'd been more careful, she'd have won. Mitzi can't take a punch, and once her guard's down, flatten her."

Shirley smiled as Gretchen added, "I wanted the fight at Frank's Birthday party next Saturday, but it's too late now. I told him if I get a signed contract, he can announce it then." Shirley smiled, "It'll be great if Nikki agrees. I can beat Mitzi, but I know you don't like to take chances. So, I want that 'overblown' blonde to know who's boss before she sets foot in the ring. You get Nikki's signature and I'll destroy Mitzi's confidence." Gretchen grinned. "That won't be hard. She's put on more weight since she fought Sheree. It's not muscle either, even though her arms and thighs are bigger. Nikki won't want her to fight you, not after how you destroyed Mamie. She'll want to delay and get Gaynor in shape. We'll make it seem she's got no faith in Gaynor. She's proud, too proud, we'll use that against her. If Nikki won't sign, we'll have them at each other's throats by dessert."

Shirley smiled as Gretchen went on. "You remember the back room where I took that girl? It's ready. I'll get Nikki in there and 'convince' her. You keep Gaynor occupied a few minutes, get her riled up. You might get lucky and she'll take the bait and fight tonight. If she wears the dress we sent for her, we're all set for a fun night. Whether Nikki signs or Gaynor fights, by midnight she'll be out of the title picture although she may not realize it yet. Nikki could figure it out, but there's nothing she can do." Gretchen looked at the time, "Hey, come on. We better get going, we don't want to be late for Gaynor's 'last supper'."

Back in their taxi, Nikki was trying to calm Mitzi, "Look, let's have fun tonight. It's our first night out together since we quit the escort service. Let's laugh, drink, eat and maybe dance a little while negotiate with Gretchen. You're right about her, she's an evil bitch and we gotta be careful we don't fight on her terms. We want rules that favor us, so you keep your Royal Hungarian temper in check and let me do all the talking. I wish I hadn't let her pick the restaurant but she made it sound interesting and then said she'd pick up the whole tab. The owner said she'd be glad to have some celebrities show up, maybe attract some more customers. Since we'll be saving money, I had to go for it."

Mitzi tugged at her new dress and Nikki said, "You should've lost a few pounds before wearing that, it's too tight." Mitzi glared, "Don't start again, Nikki. If anyone says something about my weight, I swear, I'll punch 'em in the mouth." Nikki laughed, "It's too tight, I could barely zip it up for you." Mitzi nodded, "I love the design, how it's cut. It makes my bust look great but you're right, it's almost impossible to move around in." Nikki ogled her lovers new, full figure in the skintight dress. "It does that alright, but you've gained what, ten pounds in the last month? She took a breast in her hand and gave Mitzi a tender squeeze. "Any more flesh and you'll need to buy bigger sizes, starting with your bra."

Mitzi purred at her lovers touch. "I always put it on there first. You don't mind do you?" Nikki laughed, "Not at all. For these I'd willingly buy you a bunch of new bras." She squeezed the full breasts, bent and kissed them. "I love you as a 'D' but you've gotta stop eating all day and get back in the gym. You're bigger everywhere and that's not good. With Rhonda gone, you need to work hard to get back in shape." She pinched a fold of soft stomach flesh under the tight dress. "I'm letting you off the diet tonight because you promised to work extra hard next week. I also want to be sure we get our money's worth since Gretchen's paying the bill."

"Don't worry," Mitzi said flexing her arms, "Feel the power." Nikki grinned, "Yeah, but a good coach can tighten these up in no time. I wish Rhonda had said she was gonna disappear. She didn't tell anyone, just left. Monday, I'm gonna hire us another coach." "Relax, Mitzi said. "I'm still undefeated." Nikki agreed sarcastically, "Yes, inside the ring. You barely beat Sheree though. Even that bitch writer Brenda Starr saw you were `lucky' and Shirley's in great shape. She'll be cocky after that big win, so watch out for her tonight. Remember, anyone can have a bad night, but you won when not at your best, that's the mark of a champion. Don't let anything they say or do ruin our evening, let's have fun" They looked deep into each others eyes, then embraced and their lips met in a long, deep, passionate kiss.

The cab stopped and the driver smiled when he turned around and caught them kissing, "This is it ladies, Les Champs." They were in front of a tiny Chinatown restaurant Gretchen recommended. Nikki paid the driver as Mitzi looked around. Despite the Chinatown location "Les Champs" was a French-style bistro. They were met at the door by a small, middle-aged woman with a French accent who showed them to their reserved table. Nikki looked around after they were seated and only then recognized it was obviously a lesbian hangout. She was uncomfortable with the looks they got from the regulars, but a cheerful waitress quickly put them at ease.

They had ordered drinks and were studying the menu when Gretchen and Shirley came sweeping in the door. Nikki knew from how they were greeted by everyone that it wasn't their first visits. They "air kissed" the woman and Mitzi watched Gretchen kiss the bartender while groping the hefty blonde's bottom.

Shirley came over and had Mitzi stand up while she checked out her tight, bright red, mid-calf dress. It was slit at the back so she could walk, but even then, she could only take short, mincing steps. One of the thin spaghetti straps slipped off her shoulder and Shirley eyed the swell of her full breasts bulging in the low-cut bodice. She ran a finger under the plunging neckline, feeling the fabric and purred, "A perfect ensemble dear; street-tart red with matching lipstick, nails and shoes. But, how do you breathe? It looks like you're gonna explode out of that top any second . Didn't they have one your size?"

Mitzi bristled, "I'm sorry you don't like my dress Shirley, but Nikki prefers me to the red-haired trashy look that some seem to like." She glanced at Gretchen but stopped talking when she felt Nikki's hand on her arm. While Shirley checked out Mitzi's dress, Gretchen hugged Nikki and kissed her before she could escape whispered, "I see you got her to wear the dress. Good work." Nikki's face flushed and she whispered quickly, "Jeez, keep it down. She doesn't know you sent it. She was there when the store delivered it and assumed I bought it for her. She put it on and gushed about how great it was and how she loved it and I didn't have the heart to tell her you sent it. I didn't want her to wear it, but she insisted. Please don't let the cat out of the bag." Gretchen laughed and nodded, "Sure hon, I don't want to do anything to hurt your relationship with her. She really looks sexy in it. Heck, Marilyn's got nothing on your girl."

Like Mitzi, Nikki had dressed to impress a rival. Nikki had a dress Mitzi borrowed from the studio, a futuristic number with a short, mid-thigh, skirt that disappeared when she sat. "It'll be the rage in a few years," Mitzi said, "It really shows off your long, slim legs." She wore a bolero jacket and sheer white blouse with a string tie. She wanted to wear her bra but instead Mitzi put her in a sheer lace demi- that was practically invisible. Nikki hoped the jacket would cover her but in the taxi Mitzi commented she could see her nipples. She regretted letting Mitzi talk her into wearing it and seeing the women in the restaurant staring only made her more uncomfortable.

Gretchen ogled Nikki, "My, that IS a short skirt. If the police see it they'll take you straight to jail. You can't collect $200 but you can pass GO on the way to seeing your girl beaten by Shirley." She nuzzled Nikki's neck, inhaling her musky aroma and her eyes widened seeing her hard nipples under the jacket. She reached out as if to feel the fabric, but her fingers brushed the breasts. Her touch was unmistakably intentional as she slowly rubbed. Looking into Nikki's eyes, she saw indecision and knew she would go through with what she and Shirley had planned.

Gretchen had dressed all in black, wearing skin-tight black leather pants, cycle boots and a black cotton blouse that was open to her navel displaying her impressive cleavage. Like her manager, Shirley had worn slacks and a silk blouse that she tied under breasts that obviously didn't need a bra to support them. She also wore a pair of inexpensive leather sandals. All in all, it was a real contrast to Mitzi's "haute couture" and prompted Nikki to wonder if Shirley were conceding Mitzi had a better figure. "She looks great next to Shirley doesn't she," Nikki grinned. "Maybe we overdressed." Shirley showed her displeasure at the remark, moving threateningly at Nikki until Gretchen stepped between them. "You can't be serious," she sneered, "Talking clothes when you're dressed like a hooker?"

Despite catty repartee, the conversation was surprisingly civil. Mitzi and Shirley's careers were just starting and they couldn't yet afford "luxury." They giggled like kids and teased each other pointedly, but without open rancor, about their careers. Gretchen hung on Nikki, laughing and touching her at every opportunity while teasing her about "ducking" Shirley. As the evening, and the drinks, wore on however, the barbs got sharper. Mitzi and Nikki ordered the richest, most expensive dishes on the menu, and Shirley kept their glasses filled.

Mitzi's drinks seemed stronger (and came with little paper umbrellas) but she threw them back with no noticeable effect. The most pointed comments were from Gretchen about Mitzi's "lucky" win over Sheree North. She told Nikki sarcastically, "Now I see why she's afraid to face Shirley. If she fights like that, she'll land in the emergency room. But, we want to get her in the ring before she goes up another weight class." Mitzi couldn't let that pass. "I'll be in the emergency room alright, visiting poor Shirley," she laughed.

Gretchen ignored her and bragged to Nikki, "Everyone knows Gaynor's got a glass chin, so I hired a boxing coach." Nikki gasped in surprise, but recovered. "Yeah? Well, I hired Mitzi one too." Gretchen laughed. "It's about time. She's been blocking punches with her face. She'll need a great coach to make up for her lack of skill." Mitzi and Nikki looked at each other and the redhead knew she'd struck a nerve. "Don't worry," Nikki said, trying to have the last word, "She picks things up fast." "No doubt," Shirley sneered. "You better tell her to be careful at her new studio, no telling what she'll 'pick up' there." Shirley referred to Mitzi having lost her movie contact. Nikki's pressed her foot on Mitzi's to stop her from replying, but her red face spoke volumes.

Now Gretchen and Shirley talked to only to Nikki, ignoring Mitzi and calling her "Gaynor," "she" or "your girl," but never addressing her directly. That was bad, but Nikki fell into their pattern too, and started to talk as if Mitzi weren't there. It was unintentional, but it showed Gretchen's plan to isolate Mitzi was working. "Oh, Gaynor was good once," Gretchen conceded as she needled Nikki, "she had potential. But she's washed up, North showed that. I saw Sheree North in the gym yesterday and she looks fabulous. Doesn't have a manager yet, Nikki. You oughta dump Gaynor and sign her. You'd have a contender instead of a fat lazy dancer."

Nikki's face got red and she hissed, "Listen, I'm totally committed to Mitzi's career. She can beat anybody, any time, with any rules." Gretchen leaned back smugly. "Really? I'm glad you think so. You see, I told Shirley it wasn't you who was ducking us. I knew Gaynor was the one afraid to face her." Unable to keep silent any longer, Mitzi leaped up, knocking over her chair with a clatter that made everyone in the restaurant turn to look. "I'm not afraid of that redheaded witch. Damn the contract, lets settle it right now."

Nikki grabbed Mitzi's chair, righted it and pulled her down by the arm. "Calm down," she whispered, "What she says means nothing." Gretchen pulled a contract from her purse and laid it on the table. "Then there's no reason not to sign it right now, is there?" Nikki saw she'd been tricked. Mitzi waited impatiently for her to jump at the chance to get her the fight she wanted. "What's the matter Nikki?" Gretchen cackled, "Afraid she isn't good enough to fight Shirley?" Mitzi gave Nikki a pen. "Here. Sign dammit, I'm not afraid. I want her - bad."

Nikki looked at Gretchen, "When do you want this fight?" Gretchen winked at Shirley, sensing she'd won. "Frank wanted it for his birthday party but it's too late now. We'll do it the next time he has some scheduled , depending on who he's already committed to." Nikki started to read the contract and her face went pale. "What's this? Boxing! Mitzi's never boxed!!! I won't sign this. I've got to hire a new coach to help with fighting, not turn her into a boxer. This is ridiculous." She threw down the pen and crossed her arms over her chest.

Gretchen smirked. "I know you're reluctant, but you said she picks things up fast. I'll give you time to get her trained. Maybe you can get her into shape while you're at it. If Frank hears you turned us down he'll give her title opportunity to someone else. It'll be a long time - if ever - before she gets one. You know Frank, he doesn't like to be disappointed." Mitzi grabbed Nikki's arm, "Please sign it!! I can beat her, I know I can! Don't you have faith in me? Don't you want me to be champion?"

She spun around in her chair, got to her feet and pointed at Shirley. "Maybe you're trying to protect HER? Maybe the paper is right, maybe you DO want to sign Shirley. Is that it? You want her to replace me in your bed too?" Nikki got up and grabbed Mitzi's arm. "Look Mitzi, this is all a surprise to me." She looked at Gretchen, "Excuse us a few minutes will you. We need to talk."

She dragged Mitzi to the ladies room to give them both time to cool off. Nikki tried reasoning with her. "You're making a scene," she snapped, "You have any idea how happy this makes Shirley, not to mention Gretchen? Were you watching her rub herself under the table? I thought she'd climax when you got up. I warned you this'd happen if you don't keep your Royal Hungarian temper in check."

"I love you - only you - but I don't know what to do about this. I can't let you box her, you aren't ready," she said. "You're not in shape and you've never boxed a minute in your life. Hell, you haven't even practiced it. Look, let's get you a coach and train a couple of months. Then we'll see about you boxing if you really want. Trust me, I'm your manager. Lemme talk to Frank. I'll figure a way outta this." Mitzi pouted and bit her lower lip, but didn't speak. Nikki tried to kiss her, thinking she'd calmed down, but she shoved her away. "If that's how you're going to be...," the dancer began, then walked away without finishing.