"We all know that in the old Bundy show there was a well-talked about catfight between the two of you. It was one of the highlights of that show, but that was choreographed, the winner predetermined, even before either of you saw the script. The fighting fans want more, and they want the two of you in a real catfight so to speak, so here's the deal.... We will rent out a nice estate and set it up with cameras all over the house to record and broadcast the fight to the arena. You choose the outfit you want and the two of you go at it. No script, no holds barred; you want to destroy and dominate the other by the end of the fight. You take the fight anywhere inside or outside the property. The place is walled and secluded, and anything is fair game as a weapon. We cover all the medical expenses. The loser gets five grand and the winner walks out with fifteen. The fight takes place in one week Are you two game?"

Eyes opened wide at the 'script' being offered them, and the money was decent. By time the dessert cart rolled around, the deal had been struck and signed, and the ambiance between the two ladies had cooled to a level even colder than the premium ice cream they ate . Within hours, the two gals were getting queries from their friends as word of the promoted fight quickly started to circulate. By the next day it was on the TV in a promotional spot for that week's arena shows. Many wanted tickets to see the fight live, but none were to be had. People asked where the fight was taking place but neither lady knew and the 'host' wasn't returning calls, it was going to be a mystery site.

In the meantime, with just a week before they would be in a no turning back fight, both women hit the gym to build strength, stamina and resistance and enlisted some of their friends to help them develop their fighting technique.

Fight night rolled around and the two 'dressed to kill' were picked up at their homes in a limo and driven to the estate using a circuitous route that included ducking through a couple alleys that were blocked by cars as soon as they emerged from the other side to eliminate followers.

Tia arrived at last and she was let out at a small back gate to the estate leading in to the backyard and a large pool area. She was wearing a low cut chiffon colored evening gown and low heeled shoes. The driver unlocked the gate and as she passed through he murmured, "Good Luck Ma'am." The gate clicked shut behind her but not before she noted several beefy goons guarding the wall to keep away visitors. The limo quickly took off into the darkness.

Christina's limo came through the front gate, but not to the front door. It stopped a bit short and as she was let out, the garage door opened automatically. She had chosen a golden evening gown that had a plunging neckline and flecks of jade and sapphire shot through it. Like Tia she got a "Good Luck" before the limo took off heading back off the estate leaving her alone except for a trio of camera crews one by the garage; one near the front door and another on the front lawn covering it and the side.

Tia found a similar deal as she heard the gate click shut and a near-by camera crew broadcasting her first seconds. As she looked about she saw a second crew covering the patio and pool area and a third near the lawn at the side of the house. A scowl crossed her face as she realized they wanted the women to play a game of hide and seek trying to find each other. She rose to the challenge, crossing the lawn and stopping briefly by the pool to check the water. It was cool, not quite cold, but not the type to be fun diving in to either if you were hoping for warmth.

Crossing the patio to the French door she tried it and found it unlocked. Peeking in, she saw a large family room and the expected cameras waiting. Closing the door, she looked around, turned and went instead through a door near the side and checked it out. Looking inside, she saw a large kitchen and with a small smile she let herself in even as a camera crew caught her entry inside.

Christina in the meantime, had walked up to try the front door only to find it locked, and no one answered the door bell seen as the cameras were rolling. Her smile had disappeared as she turned toward the garage which was still open and slipped inside. A door there led to a short hallway with a side door which she cracked and looked in to find a compact and fully equipped laundry. A smile crossed her face as she remembered the rule about anything in the house was fair game. She went inside. The crew followed to see what was up, recording as she deftly slipped several handfuls of laundry soap in her purse. Returning to the hallway, Christina began to search for Tia, her eyes taking in everything for possible use as a weapon as she moved stealthily through the house.

Little did Christina know, but Tia had been closer than she realized. Tia had entered the kitchen area and, looking around, she went to the large refrigerator and checked inside. She removed a trio of pies that were supposed to be for dessert later that night. Tia put them on the table, probably planning to lure Chris in and pie her with them. With that done, Tia looked around and spotted the electric dumbwaiter in the wall. Deciding to pull a fast one, she got in and hit the button to take her upstairs.

Moments later, the crew was calling on their radio to the upstairs crew to be ready as she was coming upstairs, which they had NOT prepared. The upstairs crew was watching the main stairway and barely got down the hallway in time to catch Tia pop oiut of the dumbwaiter.

A sharp "Damm" from behind the crew made them whirl and they saw Christina behind them having come up the hallway in to the kitchen from the laundry and heard the call warning the crew of Tia's travel. Without a further word, Christina went into the house looking for the main staircase wanting to find Tia and get the fight underway. Half a minute passed before she located it not far from the front door. For some reason, Christina paused to unlock it before she stormed upstairs.

Halfway up the stairs, she stopped when Tia appeared at the top of the stairs a wicked grin on her face and a large pouch of something in her hands she'd taken from the first bedroom.

A snarl crossed Chris' face as her hand dipped into her purse, palming some of the soap powder before she resumed her headlong charge. A second later Tia unleashed her own weapon, a bag of marbles that cascaded down the stairs under Christina's feet sending her crashing facefirst onto the steps. Christina's handful of soap, flung at the last moment, splashed on the upper part of Tia's dress and her lower face, barely missing the eyes Christina had hoped to blind so she could attack unseen.

That drew a scowl from Tia and she dropped the marble pouch and came at Christina, dropping to a sitting position on the steps just above her and grabbing the blonde's hair. Tia jerked Christina's head toward her as she started to rise and scrubbed her face on the same soap - effectively blinding the blonde with her own weapon!

Tia lifted both hands over her head and slammed a double ax-handle to the back of Christina's head and neck making her cry out, then a hard shove sent her body skittering down the flight steps, her journey aided in no small part by the marbles.

It was a slippery go for Tia as well, the marbles didn't discriminate and she almost did a header of her own as she chased Christina to the bottom of the steps where Christina lay on her back. She was just sitting up. palming the soap from her eyes as Tia came up behind her and locked her legs around the started blond in a standing headscissors.

Christina groaned as the legs bore down but she grabbed the handrail and used it and her own strength to pull herself up with Tia riding her shoulders in a precarious perch. Then Christina deliberately dropped backwards onto the stairs, letting the sharp edge of the steps smash into Tia's back and bringing a high-pitched wail as she broke the scissors.

Rising grimly, Christina grabbed the brunette's legs and spread them wide, splitting her evening gown all the way up to Tia's hips. Then she dropped her legs and turned her attention to ripping the bottom half of Tia's dress off. It was enough to rouse Tia. She sat up and tried to get to her feet but Christina was hot and she unloaded a crude kick that knocked Tia onto her back against the stairs.

Christina's dress inhibited her movement, however, and the kick lacked real power, although it was good enough. Christina grabbed Tia's legs, split them again and stepped between to as she deliberately rolled Tia over in a Boston Crab. The stairs made a good angle as the steps cut into Tia's chest and stomach. She shrieked as pain from being arched both front and back and began to kick wildly, making it hard for Christina to keep the hold.

Then the marbles came to Tia's rescue again. As Chris shifted her feet to hold her, she stepped on a couple and her foot flew out from under her. Christina toppled over, whacking her own head on the banister. For several seconds both women lay there dazed and slowly trying to get up. Tia rose first and, spotting her still partially blinded foe trying to wipe her eyes, grabbed Christina by the hair, jerked her to her feet, then scooped her up as best as she could turned and slammed her back against the corner of the wall. Christina shrieked and her body jerked as she almost went out cold. But this was just the beginning of what Tia had in mind for her opponent.

Still holding the almost out Christina, Tia turned and carried her to the nearby family room with it's French doors which a camera crewman, seeing her direction, quickly opened and got out of the way. As Tia exited the house, the pool lay straight ahead. A wicked smile crossed her face as she carried Christina to the edge and unceremoniously dumped her in the cold water.

The chilly waters brought Christina to with a snap and she came sputtering to the surface like a badly tuned motor. She soon found herself struggling to stay afloat as her soaked evening gown wrapped itself around her and threatened to drag her under the waters. Taking a deep breath, Chris let herself sink to the bottom where he could get enough purchase to remove the gown. She left it on the bottom as she shot to the surface and, with a few quick strokes, swam to the pool side with nothing on but her bra and panties.

As Christina reached the edge and started to crawl out, Tia went back on the attack, grabbing her head and slamming it in to the pool edge paving. Still holding Christina's head, Tia started to pull her out so she could continue to brutalize the blonde, but Christina planted her feet against the side of the pool and, grabbing Tia's top, pulled hard going back into the water taking Tia with her.

Now it was Tia's turn to flounder as her waterlogged dress threatened to drag her down, plus she had to contend with a very hostile Christina which didn't help any as the blonde rained punches at the brunette as she struggled toward the shallow end of the pool while trying to shed her soggy gown.

The two closed, once, twice and a third time before they both disappeared underwater as the camera men tried to follow the action from above, wishing someone had thought to bring an underwater camera. Still the camera lights were enough to not only see Tia shed her own gown but that she was braless as well. But that didn't stop her and the two grappled underwater just below the surface. Still holding her gown, Tia managed to loop of the cloth around Christina's neck as the fight suddenly started to go bad. Tia slipped behind the blonde and used her dress to choke Christina while dragging her into shallow water. She dragged the struggling Christina over to the steps then, still holding her dress, ducked her into the water while choking her. Christina struggled unsuccessfully to free her neck from the strangling cloth but she slowly weakened.

Seeing Christina was all but out of it, Tia hauled the blonde out of the pool and threw away her sodden gown, then she pulled off her own panties. Straddling the gasping blond, Tia dropped on her in a pinning move, trapping her arms at her sides with Christina's open mouth just inches below Tia's quivering womanhood. Tia's hands came back and down as she dug her claw-like fingers into Christina's swollen breasts. The pain was enough to rouse Christina who realized in seconds her helpless predicament. Exhausted from her struggle, the choking and near drowning Christina knew what Tia expected but she responded with a stony silence and no action.

Tia knew she had control now so with a wrenching movement she tore Chris' bra off and sent it flying into the pool, then her fingers plunged down a second time onto Christina's firm breasts. Tia started squeezing, kneading and pinching Christina's pink nipples as she went to work trying to arouse Christina to where she lost control of her body.

Christina groaned through tightly clenched lips as she shook her head in denial. She refused to submit to Tia, not on camera! Somehow, she had to find a way to escape from Tia's cruel clutches. It wasn't to be however. The cameraman focused as one of Tia's hands slowly slid down Christina's belly and disappeared into her panties where it started to work. The camera couldn't get close, but it followed her hand far enough for the audience to know exactly where it was and what it was doing. The two women would never find out how many men were slowly groaning right now at the arena and elsewhere or the sudden rush to visit the bathroom or for those at home, but for Chris the climax came too soon as she quickly built to orgasmic levels.

Tia wickedly stopped to demand she surrender and admit she was the better woman.

"Never," Chris gasped.

Tia laughed as she resumed her fingering until, suddenly, Christina came in a shuddering orgasm that sealed her fate. As her breath expelled from her orgasm, Tia slid forward and dropped, burying Chris' nose and mouth completely beneath her lush thick pelt of womanhood in an airtight seal. Shock crossed Chris face even as her hips bucked in orgasm. She looked up with pleadingly eyes at Tia who had given her one chance to surrender and had it rejected.

Now, Tia claimed the ultimate prize of her superiority and slowly snuffed out Christina's last resistance with a humiliation that brought the blonde to a final orgasmic climax as she wilted under the writhing Tia fighting for a breath of air that was cruelly denied her.

Once the blonde was completely unconscious, Tia stood up and struck a victory pose for the cameras as she looked down with vicious delight at her one time blond friend convulsing and quivering in the final throes of her bodies response though she was already out.

Tia put her foot on Christina's belly and pumped it a couple of times to force air back in to her lungs. As Christina coughed and gagged back to the real world, Tia thought to herself that she was beginning to like this fighting for bucks stuff.

Looking at the cameras, Tia asked for all to hear, "OK! Who's Next?"