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(FF, v, dom, celeb-parody) *** The line of stretch black limousines outside of the Cat Fight Club in Century City California was as hopeless and aggravated as a line of Homeless people outside a Shelter with a "All Full" sign on the door on Thanksgiving Day. They surged ahead... six inches, a foot at a time each time the verbally lashed limo drivers ahead rolled into the bumper of the limo in front to PROVE to the ACTRESS in the back seat that, indeed, they were doing all they could. Announcing a surprise pregnancy, Jennifer Connelly had just dropped out of the head of the line of Actresses on the "A" list to play the lead female role in "Honey Kat", the story Steven Spielberg was filming about a Stubenville girl that runs away from home to Hollywood, where Tom Hanks, playing against character as an ultra- seedy S&M nightclub owner, makes her into the first Scream-Queen cum female Rambo-figure to break through the exploitation movie genre to make multi-million dollar action films. In the end she would have to decide between Tom Hanks and the ex-drunk ex-cop turned street preacher and operator of a half-way house for runaways played by Tom Cruise. It was a case of hoping a movie about exploitation of females, violent vengeance, and a woman rising to the top of a dirty business would indeed prove to be a successful exploitation movie taking it's female lead to the top of an indeed dirty business, by allowing her to act out violent vengeance on the screen characters doing these very same dirty deeds! And now the field was wide open, and as the urine colored summer rain lashed the beggar and video-cam crew choked sidewalks, Alyssa Milano race, Variety held over her head into the steel ally exit held open by her body guard. "They just thanked that "Cousin Vinny, chick, with a 'we'll let you know'." he winked. "I know what THAT means," Alyssa gasped, soothing out her sky blue wrap around rain-coat, "Her skinny ass couldn't fake a fight with any conviction," she shivered under her rain coat. All she as wearing was black lace panties, and no bra. That was the "fighting gear" the women wrestling in the Club Tom Hanks owned in the movie, being shot in part in the Cat-Fight Club, wore. This was her move to get the jump on the other nervous actresses. Hell, Alyssa KNEW she could fight, all them other broads would be running in from a last minute cram course from some ex Israeli commando in some Brentwood Ladies Only Gym, wearing some stinking running suit and tennis shoes. She knew how to get to heart of the matter. Just then Madonna entered with a cold rush of wing and rain and noise from outside with about twenty people in her caravan. As the steel door shut and Security weeded out the star, her make-up woman, her lawyer and her body guard, and sent everyone else out front Alyssa took in the short white leather skirt, the button up the front sweater and matching knee socks. Her blond hair was flipped at the shoulders and cut across the forehead in a cute line of bangs. Madonna turned to Alyssa and took in her outfit, eyes narrowing as she guessed next to nothing was underneath. A small smirk crossed her lips as she unbuttoned her sweater, unhooked and slipped off her bra, then to Alyssa's horror, winked and mouthed the words 'good luck' before shooting on stage where she began doing a 'spontaneous' dance that started out cheerleader with pom-poms, and ended in a series of Emma Peel in the Avengers karate stances. The row of money men and directing staff were cheering wildly. "Shit!" Alyssa hissed, as the older woman stripped to HER panties and arched her back, showing off he perfect globular breasts, her firm yet soft limbs, and a butt with enough lift to put the shuttle into orbit! Alyssa had to take command NOW or LOSE THE PART TO THIS OLD Hussy! She strode center stage, untying her raincoat's belt. "The movie doesn't start in some suburban high school gentlemen," she confronted the actress, who was going into get this lump of dog-doo out of my face right NOW" mode, but she was cut off as Alyssa Milano opened her robe casually, just enough so her own perfect pair was the only thing on any male's mind in the theater, "...the movie starts in Hollywood, after Honey has become and action star, and This is how she would start a fight..." Alyssa let the raincoat slip to the floor and looked Madonna right in the eye. "You've got my attention, WITCH. Now don't waste my time..." As the end of that statement trailed off like a snake disappearing under a bed, Madonna turned to her lawyer and friends for moral support, but everyone some how managed to look anywhere BUT the two panty clad women confronting each other next to the wrestling mat center stage. "Kat got your tongue?" "No" Madonna hisses without much conviction," she turned to the row of power suits on folding chairs, "What do you suggest". Alyssa, really beginning to savor this answered for them by clearing her throat loudly and nodding at the mat. Madonna steeled herself and walked around to the other side of the mat, commanding all to watch her by a force of sheer will. "Okay, honey", this time her voice wasn't on the point of breaking, "All out catfight, but no clawing or biting... winner take all." "All out catfight, right." Alyssa agreed, honeyed voice dripping sarcasm. Then went onto the mat, nodding for the older woman to join her there. The two women hesitated then surged together, grappling with each other's arms, and staggered in a circle. "Quit dancing!" a Japanese money-man yelled in an Oxford accent. Madonna turned around, grabbing Alyssa's right wrist with both hands and clumsily heaved the younger girl over her back, onto the mat. Amidst shouts, Alyssa rolled deftly to her feet, spinning to face Madonna, rubbing her stupidly yanked shoulder joint. "Don't do what you don't know how!" she shouted in protest, right foot sweeping through the air at Madonna's head. To her credit, the singer saw it coming, swerved, and plunged after it, like a linebacker, into Alyssa's waist, pitching them both to the floor where for four exhausting minutes they wrestled, rolling back and forth, over and over, each trying to straddle the other. Madonna got both knees into Alyssa's bare belly and heaved her off, onto her butt, but before she, panting, could get to her feet Alyssa swarmed over her and got her into a painful head lock. Cursing in the six languages she knew how to cuss in. Madonna balled her fists and pummeled Alyssa's face and shoulders above her, but was only really making the younger girl enraged, when a lucky or unlucky fist caught the young blond on the nose, which immediately started to bleed. This distracted Alyssa enough so Madonna could wrench free and on her feet she back pedaled to the edge of the mat, pointing in phony horror at Alyssa's nose. "What if she's got Hep or Aids? I can't finish fighting her if she's bleeding like a stuck pig!" Hisses answered her as Alyssa's bodyguard passes her required paperwork to the secretary at a card table. The blood test was right on the top. The woman nodded to Madonna to keep fighting. All actors had to have cleared this hurtle before even calling back for the 'Cattle-Call'. Madonna knew it, too. Stall failed, Madonna wheeled around just in time to raise her fists in a defensive boxer's stance as freezing cold rage of the other girl swept over her as an unceasing barrage of punches, lefts and rights appearing out of nowhere with no seeming pattern. But Madonna, who hadn't gotten to the top by being a push- over, rallied and returned the brutal hammering, volley for volley! Suddenly the theater was silent as serious feints, wheel kicks, gasping and smacks of fists on faces and torsos replaced the silly cat-spat that had gone before. Both Alyssa's and Madonna's bodyguards boxed and kneed the air in front of them as they tried to telepathically communicate moves to THEIR girl. Madonna's left eye was closing but she just shrugged it off as she tried ducking below a vicious left hook, and battering a spot she had chosen on the ribs just below Alyssa's left breast. Alyssa danced back from the full impact knowing very well what Madonna was successfully doing. Her lower three ribs on the left turned to knives in her chest ever time she tried to raise her left arm into a defensive position. But Madonna revealed that she had a habit of taking her eyes of Alyssa's and look at the place she was going to punch, so Alyssa intentionally dropped her right arm, hooking out with an agonizing left hook, watching Madonna's eyes. The singer spotted the exposed ribs! She couldn't resist! Looking at the bruised ribs she fired a left straight into... Thin air! Suddenly Alyssa had sprung nine inches to her right, and tapping Madonna's clean cut jaw up with a left upper-cut, followed through with a right hook that lifted Madonna into the air with the sound of a bat hitting a pop fly. The sweating actress tottered watching the equally drenched singer fall, as if in slow motion to the mat, spread eagled, eyes unfocussed. Tom elbowed Tom and mouthed the word: 'whew!' Alyssa smiled shyly at the row of folding chairs. All nodded. The world was hers. Then she helped Madonna to her feet and whispered, "It's just as well, you can act about as well as I can sing." So it goes... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 49