“OOOOHHHHH!” Beautiful blond Morgan Fairchild shrieked in pain as she felt a stinging slap 'kiss' her lovely face and almost before her scream faded, a second angry fist tapped her jaw. Sexy, long fingers flashed out, capturing a climp of her blonde hair, fingers dug deep and pulled hard, hauling Morgan yelping and squirming out of her chair. She was more then a bit stunned and surprised by - but eager to face - long-time despised rival, Victoria Principal.

BAM! BAM! BAM! WHAP! SLAP! Victoria easily slapped Morgan's hands away from her hair and gown, then delivered a flurry of solid punches to the blonde's ribs, breasts and face. Morgan cursed vehemently as she succeeded in grabbing one strap on Victoria's low cut gown. She ducked another punch and yanked the strap hard, breaking it. Victoria's lovely face turned red as her full left breast found freedom bringing delight to both the audience and her rival.

"Always great scenery in these tussles," an inebriated patron snickered. "My money's on that wildcat blond!"

"No way! Dallas always wins!" a tall redhead observer said as she licked her lips hungrily. "Of course, if she loses, that’d really make it interesting!" Was it the wine talking or simply the sight of a pair of gorgeous breasts being attacked by sharp, twisting, squeezing, pinching fingers?

"YIEEEEEEE!" Victoria seemed to be losing one moment; winning the next. She made few defensive moves and tried to bulldog through her own pain and embarrasment to overcome the determination of her blond opponent.

"Giiiiit her! Giiiiit her NOW!" At least one cheering spectator obviously wished Morgan well, but most seemed to be 100% behind whichever woman was winning at the moment. Victoria used her strength and size to begin pummeling Morgan, dragging her around by her hair and deliberately ripping just enough clothing to give everybody a show.

But Morgan was plotting some rather nasty things for Victoria's lovely gown…and a few other items of her apparel as well! "I'm gonna kill you, you stupid bitch!"

"Haaa! Not before I pull your hair out-by the roots!"

"Scratch her eyes out lady," someone advised breathlessly.

"Pound her ass..." another offered. "...that sweet, sexy ass…"

"Go for those big boobs....YEAH! That's it. Ohhhhh, I love when they listen to my advice," a lady cooed as her favorite dug her nails deep into her adversary's firm mound.

"ARGGGGGG! Uhhhhhh. Umpppfhhh. Unggggggh." Morgan's grunts, groans and moans seemed to make Victoria angrier and more confident as she slapped and punched the rapidly backpedaling blond across the room. Those in excited observance appreciated how Victoria paid no attention to her own torn gown which was steadily slipping down and now hung loose just above her waist, exposing her beautiful full breasts.

"Kick her ass, Victoria!" a brunette yelled; delighted by the sight of any blonde being clobbered.

Victoria grabbed a handful of blonde hair and pulled Morgan toward her as she aimed her fist for what she hoped would be a knockout blow to a pretty, arrogant chin.

"YEOWWWWWW!" The anquished yell matched the hurtful pain that shot up Victoria's leg. Suddenly an equally sharp hurt seemed to explode in her foot. Sharp nails gripped her arm and she involuntarily, reluctantly, let go of her rival's lovely hair as her legs turned to rubber.

"Ohhhhhh, did that hurt?" the sarcastic voice seemed to rattle in Victoria as Morgan sneered some rather nasty promises of payback after having executed a kick to her opponent's shin, then stomped a stiletto heel down on Victoria’s lovely foot. The blonde grabbed a wrist and twisted in painfully, spinning Victoria around and leaving her vulnerable to the fist she drove deep into Victoria's somewhat soft tummy.

"Ain't blondes the bomb?" someone chirped, noting with pleasure Morgan's surprising comeback.

"Ouchhh…arggggggh," Victoria gasped as another of Morgan’s punches connected, this one slamming her beautiful left breast flat as a pancake!

"Oucccch. Arggggggh." WHAP! Morgan mocked Victoria's sob, then added insult to injury by slapping her stunned rival's lovely face. BAM! BAM! BAM! Morgan then drilled three hard punches to Victoria's jaw, each snapping her head as Morgan sent her reeling back in disarray.

"Awwwwwwwckkk." As blonde luck would have it, one of Victoria's heels snapped off and she lost her balance, swaying unsteadily; her arms windmilling wildly. Morgan snickered as she plunged forward and clocked the unbalanced Victoria with a blistering bitchslap.

"AIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE...." Victoria shrieked, grabbed her burning cheek…then turned and started to run. The key word being 'started' because…RIPPPPPPPPPP. "Wheeeeeeeeeeee!" Morgan squealed delightedly as she grabbed the back of the fleeing brunette's gown and pulled, ripping it open clear down the back!

Victoria’s gown seemed to cooperate fully with the blonde's dastardly intention as it slipped down past Victoria's lovely curvy hips, tangling itself around her ankles as it bunched up at her feet. "Whoops. Careful there, dearie," Morgan chided as the gown entangled Victoria's feet and Morgan seemed (as did much as the crowd) to enjoy the sight of her beautiful opponent’s sexy, totally clumsy, klutzy, sprawl on the carpet.

"Git her, yeah GIIIITTTT HER!"

"You should really watch your step Vicky. Here, lemme help you up, hon!" Morgan sneered sarcastically as she stepped up to Victoria, bent down and grabbed her by the hair, then jerked the disheveled beauty to her feet. On her Victoria's way upright, Morgan latched onto a luscious breast with her free hand and dug her talons deep into the large, soft mountain of flesh.

"Ahhhhhh...(oh Gawd)...unnnnnnhhhhhhh," Victoria moaned and gasped she was reluctantly brought up to face her tormentor; her face burning bright red as she realized her lovely shredded gown no longer adorned her beautiful (and almost naked) voluptuous body. A pair of beautiful blue silk boycut panties and shredded pantyhose were all that remained of her clothing

"Stop struggling, you big-boobed, bodacious, broad!" Morgan snarled gruffly as she strained to restrain her lovely prey. She pulled Victoria's lovely head into a side headlock, then ran over and BONK rammed it into the front of the nearby bar. Victoria's blindly flailing hand snagged blonde hair and she yanked desperately as hard as she could.

"OWWWWWWWCHHHHH! Leggo of my hair dammit! You're gonna pay for that, bitch!" Not surprisingly, Victoria ignored Morgan's demand. "All right." the angry blonde growled as her hand snaked down and her lovely fingers grabbed blue silk and pulled, exposing a lovely expanse of Victoria's lower curvaceous body

"MORE...MORE...MORE...." The chant went up. Expectant, jubilant, patrons were enjoying the free show and couldn't wait to see the next act.

"AIEEEEEE....UHMPPPFFFFH..." Victoria mumbled as Morgan’s wedgie bit deep into her tender womanhood.

"C'mon! GET her!" the audience demanded.

"Yeah, that's it Victoria dear; run! Run fast before I kick your ass!" Morgan laughed as she watched Victoria's delicious, mostly exposed lovely ass jiggle - causing her loose blue silk panties to slip further down with each step, revealing more and more curvy loveliness. Morgan waited for just the right moment, then she leaped like a cat, grabbed a handful of hair and wrestled her screaming prey down on a bar table. The two writhing bodies effectively cleared away all the drinks, ashtrays, pretzels, etc., leaving only one remaining half-filled ice cold drink teetering. It was grabbed by the blonde and put to good use!

"Aurggggggh." Victoria squealed as the icy fluid spattered over her bare breasts, then the remainder was generously poured onto her crotch, soaking the thin fabric. Instant coldness! Instant results too in the form of two fully erect nipples. And later, most of the watchers swore they saw steam rising from Victoria’s unwelcome drenching “down below.”

Morgan tossed the glass aside and jumped on Victoria's flat, vulnerable stomach, her legs squeezing Victoria’s ribs as she gave five hard backhands to her lovely whimpering face. A double hair pull, some head banging on the table followed, then two lovely tearful eyes seemed to beg, ‘Enough already…please no more.’

If so, Victoria’s silent plea went ungranted. Morgan smiled wickedly, made a tight fist and opened her other hand wide, curling her talons. A delicious, disasterous double attack ensued as Victoria’s big beautiful breasts were punched, slapped, mauled, and twisted while her long legs kicked wildly out from beneath the blonde tigress who was bent on totally humiliating and defeating this gorgeous, almost-naked soap opera star. Morgan’s sharp nails ripped Victoria’s soaking wet panties to shreds, then did the same nastiness to what was left of her pantyhose.

"Hmmmmmmm. I'm so sorry about all this pain, Vickie,” Morgan purred. “Now, what could I do to help make it right?"

Her sarcasm dripped with feigned concern as Vickie moaned and hoped against hope that her rival was having a change of heart. Victoria’s lips curled in a tiny grin when she felt her left nipple being stroked and teased, feeling pleasure instead of that nasty pain for the first time.

BLAM! The pleasure had been shortlived, very short! The solid punch to her jaw made that clear and Victoria's eyes widened in surprise, then rolled back and glazed over. Angry, incredibly strong, fingers clamped down on her lovely vulnerable neck. But what really got her attention was the OTHER hand; the one was rudely exploring her Southern territory, prodding, poking, clawing its treasure.

"Yeah, Morgan…that’s it honey….do do her good!" that annoying redhead encouraged between pants of excitement. Smiles, cheers of encouragement. Why a hot little nasty blonde sexpot just had to go on…

"Gosh this is fun!" Morgan chirped, thoroughly enjoying her time as the center of attention as much as trouncing Victoria. She grabbed Victoria’s hair in both hands and gave her pretty head a good BANG relishing the wailing screams of her luscious kicking, squirming captive. "Hmmmmm, but this is all a trifle boring," Morgan mused after seeing Victoria's lovely eyes roll around in her head. She released the silky hair, raised her hands, made clawing, squeezing motions, giving all the spectators an erotic preview of her next dastardly catfight tactic.

"Nooooo…Awwwwccck…ARGGGHHH!" Victoria shrieked as eager fingers captured her full breasts, cupping the firm mounds and squeezing as sharp talons dug deep into the soft, yielding mounds.

"Yeah squeeze her tits!"

"Twist 'em good, honey!"

"Hell, pinch her nips!" No lack of advice, but nary one request for more lady-like behavior was noted.

"Unggggggh! Umppppfhhh! Grrrawwwaaah!" Desperate, in pain, and dying for relief, Victoria gritted her teeth and summoned her strength, her anger and what little dignity she had left. With a burst of energy and some intense hard pelvic thrusting, she managed to grab a handful of blonde hair, then twisted sideways and heard her surprised rival yelp as she went flying. Moving too fast and too hard, Victoria completed her full twist, slid off the table and landed square on the fallen, sprawled, groaning, blonde.

"Awwwwcccck!" Morgan grunted and tried to roll out of the way too late.

Victoria seemed to be twice as big and twice as heavy as she really was as the soap opera beauty landed full force on the blonde. A knee square in the breadbasket. An elbow (somewhat out of control, yet somehow controlled just enough) square across the chest.

"Sorry; didn't mean to be sooooo clumsy, you crazy bitch!" Victoria snipped as she got up.

But she couldn't resist a kick to Morgan's ribs and the wince that followed encouraged her to drive a second kick to her belly. Trying hard to ignore her own pain, she decided it was now her turn to dish some out. She grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair, jerked the dazed Morgan to her feet and delivered a most powerful bitchslap that sent the blonde staggering and crashing into a spellbound waiter. Dishes, drinks flew everywhere. Laughter erupted; first from Victoria, then the crowd.
Fire red flashed over Morgan's skin as she bit her lovely lip in anger. She curled her fingers into a fist, apologized to the waiter, then whirled around and lunged at the giggling, sneering Victoria.

"Aiiiiiiiie! I'm gonna kill you! EEEYAAAAHHHH!” A savage, Amazon-creature, Tarzan-type, attack yell roared from the furious blonde's beautifully curled lips as she charged.

BONK! "Unnnnnnhhhhh…" A large heavy silver serving tray swung, catching the blonde fury full-force thanks to one amazingly cool, collected, and strong - albeit naked - Victoria who was more than eager to "dish" out some serious payback! Smirking, sneering and scoffing, Victoria tossed the tray aside and watched as the dazed Morgan tried unsuccessfully to refocus and get her bearings.

"Now it’s MY turn to have some fun!" Victoria announced with a wicked snicker as she balled her fist and drilled Morgan's chin, snapping her head back. The blonde groaned two quick hands flashed forward; the fingers grabbing her torn dress and RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP her sexy overflowing bra was instantly put on full display.

Until now, Morgan had kept most of her clothing intact as she’d been dominating the action. Now, however, the tables had turned and the crowd seemed to sense that - as fickle as fans usually can - and they switched their lustful allegiance as cheers erupted to, "Strip the blonde!"

"How ‘bout it,” Victoria giggled. “Are you ready to be stripped, huh sweetie-pie?"

Victoria didn’t care what Morgan’s answer was; she was more than ready to humiliate and strip her hated rival over "the guy."

"Noooo…ugh…" Rippppp! "Stopppp…" Ripppppppp! "Pleaseeee, NO…not my brAHHHH!"

Each plea was answered in a most negative, undesired way as the brunette slowly, deliberately stripped her rival; first the dress; the lovely necklace, the sexy black lace bra, most but not all of the sheer pantyhose. The elegant, expensive heels were lost along the way as well.

"Arggggggh. Leggo of my hair, you lunatic bitch!" Morgan shrieked as Victoria buried her fingers in blonde silk and jerked her around the room, slamming her into tables, over chairs - and the laps of a few lucky patrons - while assaulthing her loveliness with the occasional quickly raised knee.

"Now, how's this feel, huh?" Victoria snarled as she suddenly put Morgan in a headlock, latched onto a lovely full breast and marched her towards a wall. No doubt a lovely "blonde headache" awaited the cursing lovely Morgan.