Janine and Rob did a screen test in the bedroom and it sizzled! A gaffer walked off the set with ironwood while the producer started to sweat. Afterward, Rob told the producer that Janine actually took off her panties and rubbed her tuff pussy all over the top of his cock. Rob said he felt Janine wanted to fuck him right there during the screen test. It was chemistry all right, a chemical explosion!

To Rob and the producer it looked like the part of Sam would clearly have to go to Janine. Janet Gunn's screen test was also hot - very hot - but Rob liked the idea of 'doing' his co-star and Janet was dating Jean Claude Van Damme. No way in the world was Rob going to be popping JCVD's number one lay at the same time JCVD was still in the picture.

The producer decided to throw a party and invite everybody. Actually it was just Janet, Janine, JCVD, Rob with five other execs and their wives. Oh, and he also invited Jesse Ventura who was in town to broadcast an XFL game.

Janet got to the party before Janine - and without JCVD! She snagged Rob upstairs and pulled him into the bathroom. Their kissed lasted two minutes as Janet's temperature quickly reached a rolling boil. She told Rob she had to have his cock in her pussy or she'd go freakin' nuts.

She pulled his shwantzencrank out with a gasp of joy, "Damn, you're a package and a half. Your daddy must be proud of the prince. This is the nicest cock I've ever had my hands on. I definitely want to make a cock mold of this Robbie," gushed Janet as she swabbed her tongue viciously around Rob's piss port and up and down the sides of his battleship!

Rob leaned back against the shower wall and groaned some quality encouragement, "C'mon baby, don't be shy, suck me hard! Suck me like I was money!'

Janet took him deep, then pulled her head off his cock with a wicked suck that made a popping sound.

"Oh Baby," moaned Janet. "I need to feel your cock in me. Before I finish, you and I'll make you cum hard down my throat!'

She climbed up Rob's body and straddled him. He planked her good, eliciting a geyserial gasp from her that quickly turned her rabid, out of control and very thrilling.

"Oh Robbieeeee! I need your cum in me to drive my furry," moaned a rabid Janet.

"What about Jean Claude?" was Rob's lame-ass reply.

"He can only fight with a director on his side. You can take him. But hell with Jean Claude, take me NOW!'

Janet exploded have a mini-orgasm.

Suddenly, BANG BANG! BANG! there came the loud knocking on the bathroom door.

"Robbie baby, its Janine! Come skinny dipping with me!' Janine Turner cooed with all the confidence of a Tina Louise or Ann Margret.

Janet whispered to Rob, "So, do I have the part?"

Rob whispered, "If you win the fight, yeah."

She smiled, "I bet I can make Janine cry uncle, uncle Rob!'

Janet opened the door with a scowl. Janine didn't look surprised at all. In fact, she fired a punch at Janet's head. Janet ducked and leaped forward, tackling Janine. They both ended up on the bathroom floor at Rob's feet as he struggled to get his cock back in his pants.

The producer showed up and leaped into the tangle of hard bodied, super strong-willed, over the top, ultra-confident sex kittens, struggling to separate them as the other guests crowded into the doorway to watch the action.

"In the yard," he screamed. " To a submission. No scratching! Winner gets the part of Sam and Rob promises to lick her pussy for a week in Bali."

The producer's name was Darwin and he liked the way he cast parts in his shows, winner take all! When you need a spitfire, let them fight. When you need a sex bomb, let them fuck. When you need a butt-wort with a crooked nose, get Barbara Streisand.

The producer gave each lady a set of 6 ounce cobra gloves, a mouthpiece, a hair braid and lycra thong-kini with a matching satin robe.

Rob took a ringside seat near a wrestling mat the producer laid out in his massive back yard. The ladies entered from the side, each looking confident and scornful of her rival. Out of the house came Jesse Ventura wearing a striped shirt. Trained eyes noticed that several cameras were rolling. This was going down on video-tape for inclusion in the producer's private tape library.

Janet warmed up on one side, snapping kicks with a wicked precision. Across from her, Janine danced and cut the air with crisp sharp punches. Occasionally one would do a standing back flip or a leg split. Both of these two ladies were real tigers.

Jesse Ventura raised his hands and called for silence, then introduced the participants.

"In this corner, standing 5' 7' and wearing the purple robe and bikini at a ripped 118 pounds, Janet 'The Smoking' Gunn!" bellowed his highness, the half man, half moose Governor of Minnesota.

The crowd clapped, but just out of courtesy as Janet suddenly danced across the mat and snapped two fast kicks toward Janine that stopped just short of her pretty face.

"Her opponent and her rival," the Guv continued as he directed Janet back to her corner, ".. and some say the sexiest woman on TV... in the red robe and bikini, standing a firm and luscious 5'7 1/4" at the awesome weight of 119 pounds, Janine 'The Badass' Turner!"

The crowd came to their feet with a gushing applause. Janine walked slowly over to Rob and gave him a soul kiss while she rubbed her glove on his plankengroover.

Jesse called, "Fight!" and the ladies pranced across the mat with their fists up, on their toes.

Janine struck first with a smacking round kick that hit like a baseball bat on a side of beef, only this beef was Janet's rock hard abs. She shook the kick off and snapped back a sharp punch - but it missed. Janine moved quickly to the side, lifted her other leg and crammed a flying knee into Janet's gut. It connected with vicious authority! Janet danced backward but Janine was on her like sweat, snapping punches in a flurry.

Janet got her gloves up, trying to shield her gorgeous face as she thought, "Freakin bitch can kick! I gotta get her on the mat."

Janine moved Janet around the mat by kicking at her but she was missing most of them as Janet moved away, in and then out. It was obvious that Janet 'The Smoking' Gunn was being outclassed. Near the end of the round, Janine cut off Janet's retreat and trapped her near a corner of the mat. Janine faked a kick then smashed a right hand to Janet's chin. It was money! It knocked Janet off the mat onto the grass just as the bell sounded.

Janine pranced across the mat with her fists raised while the small crowd cheered like rabid Romans. Meanwhile, as Janet glumly got to her feet, Rob was whacking his challenger like it was a pump water pistol while he went to Janine and kissed her very hotly.

She smiled proudly until he turned and went over to Janet's corner.

"Listen babe, I got a cock that's got to have somebody's name on it. The first letter is J. Can you fill in the rest or do you want to be a B grade actress the rest of your life? Fight!"

The second round started quickly with Janine intent on KOing Janet. She ran at her and snapped off a triple kick. Janet stepped in and counterpunched, but Janine slipped or blocked each one. Then Janine loaded up a right fist and waved it at Janet while she told her it was, "LIGHTS OUT!" She launched her right fist at Janet who slipped toward Janine and wrapped an arm under Janine's punching motion. She pulled and twisted her hip like it was spring loaded. Janine's motion and Janet's perfect hip move gave her a perfect toss. Janet slammed Janine down onto the mat. The throw blasted the air out of Janine and it also bewildered her because it happened so fast.

Janet wasn't about to give Janine a breather. She stepped across her neck while she pushed Janine's head down. Janet captured Janine in a leg grapevine around her head from behind and as she twisted sideways, she purposefully fell. Her legs torqued Janine like a lug nut. As she did this move, Janet screamed, "KEEE-IIIII!"

Nobody mat-side knew what that meant except that Janine was trapped in Janet's thighs. Janet lurched violently forward arching her back as she pulled Janine's free arm toward her. Janine was stretched like a rubber band.

Janet again yelled, "KEEE-III!" as Janine winced in pain. There was still two and half minutes left in the round and Janet was determined to make Janine quit, suffocate or cry.

Janet snapped her back forward and back viciously as she yelled, "KEEE-III!" over and over.

Janine was experiencing pain but it wasn't on her throat. She could breathe so she set her mind on Rob's cock to block the pain. Then she noticed that Janet would relax her thighs just before yelling KEEE-III. On Janet's next relaxation, Janine whipped her head back, hitting Janet in the pussy. Then she kicked her legs in a scissoring motion and sprung free.

Janet wasn't hurt but she was pissed that Janine had escaped. She lunged toward Janine, leading with her fist. Janet missed as the extremely lithe Janine rolled out of the way and spun around; mounting Janet from the side and behind snagging her in a near perfect figure four.

When the hold is locked right it's almost unbreakable. Janine flexed her back with a vicious grunt as she locked her long left leg behind Janet's hamstring. Immediately, Janine grabbed Janet's opposite elbow in a chicken wing. If Janet was NOT smart or strong, she'd be in horrible trouble if Janine straightened the chicken winged arm into an arm bar. The move is, bend the chicken wing straight, force the straight arm bar back and left, lift it back and across the while slipping it behind your neck.

Imagine, Janet's gut is trapped in a figure four that is snagged on her left side while her right arm is wrenched behind her and placed behind Janine's head. Janine then arches her head back toward her left side. The torque exerted on Janet is murder, each side of her body would be canceled out by the other. Each side would be in excruciating pain and arm could easily be broken or wrenched from the socket.

Janet knew the move. She fought like a wild tigress to keep her right arm flexed. Janine knew she had a finisher and she pried with both arms at Janet's elbow joint while she squeezed her rock hard thighs. It would be all or nothing. Both were groaning in total exertion. This was the moment that would decide the match!

With a raging bear-like grunt, Janine captured Janet's arm and bent it viciously straight then slipped it behind her head. She now violently threw her head back extending and twisting Janet's arm while tightening her legs on Janet's gut. Janet's red face was forced over onto the mat. Breathing became difficult while her free arm was completely trapped.

Jesse looked at Rob; Rob looked at the producer. It was plain that Janine was going to break Janet's arm. Janine was groaning with venom, viciously trying to finish Janet off.

"End of the Round!' bellowed the Moose of Minnesota as Rob rushed in to pry Janine off of Janet before she broke her arm.

"You're one lucky cupcake," snarled Janine. "Another ten seconds and your right arm was going home with me. Now get the fuck up, you fucking brownie! You should be ashamed of yourself," Janine laughed. "Rob is worth a lot more of fight than what you are giving me!"

Then Janine turned and walked slowly to her corner grinning at the crowd as they applauded her effort.

Janine's 'best friend' Jenna Elfman handed her a bottle of cold water as she gushed, "Oh Janie, you wasted the bitch. She's gonna quit!"

In the opposite corner, Janet fought back tears; tears that said, ANOTHER MAJOR TV ROLE GONE. ANOTHER OUTSTANDING TROPHY COCK GONE. ANOTHER ASSININE PR STORY TO TRY TO EXPLAIN THE BRUSIES. MAYBE A RETURN TO COCKTAILING AT THE WHISKEY OR MUD WRESTLING.

"Ten seconds to the start of round three Janet. Are you going to fight?" asked Jesse.

"Damn fucking straight!" snarled back The Smoking Gunn.

Janet knew Janine was going to try to take her down, then squeeze her or pin and suffocate her. It was the obvious strategy. Janet flexed her biceps; she was ready to pound an elbow onto Janine's head as soon as she went for her leg.

While Janet planned her next move, Jenna was rubbing Janine's overheated pussy with an ice bag.

"Finish her fast," Jenna purred. "I want a threesome."

Janine took a mouthful of water and spit it back in Jenna's face. She dropped her chin, curled her hands into fists and dipped slightly at the knee. She eyed Janet's right arm, noticing it looked weak and not fully limber after the punishment it had absorbed.

"Beautiful," Janine thought to herself as Jenna wiped the water from her face and pouted petulantly as she gazed longingly at Rob's erection.

"Fight!" bellowed the brainy Moron of Minnesota.

Janet faked like she was going to run at Janine who stepped straight toward Janet. Janine knew it was a weak move even as she leaped forward and whipped a left hook toward where she figured Janet's head should be.

BLAM-O-WISKOWSKI!!

Janet never saw it coming! Janine's punch KO'd her but her body was still erect. Slowly, Janet fought the on-rushing wave of darkness she saw rolling toward her like incoming thunderstorm.

KA-WACKO!

Janine dropped a nasty finisher right on the point of Janet's jaw; a hard, short, straight right cross. Janet's body flew backward and crashed to the mat flat on her back - out cold! Janet lay so still it looked like she was stapled to the canvas. As is typical in H-wood, the glamour types immediately got up and left. Rob arm-in-arm with Janine and Jenna, heading for a wicked, weekend long, three way in his hot tub.

Later, Janet was roused by the yard boy.

"What happened?' she asked, still dazed from the overwhelming KO.

"You were knocked out cold by that Janine Turner," he grinned. "I guess you didn't get the part. You better learn to fight if you wanna be a success in this town."

Janet collapsed sobbing. It looked like it was back to waiting tables at the Whiskey.

But, far away on a white sand beach in Bali, another fight was brewing. As the natural laws of the universe state emphatically, one hard cock can only occupy one tight pussy at one time. It seems Jenna Elfman had Rob's hard cock in her about twice as often as Janine Turner.

Rob gazed up at the roiling dark clouds and chuckled as he thought, "Looks like another storm is brewing!"