Scene fades in a few seconds before a gloveless, rampaging Jenny McCarthy (who was apparently not through making her point) stormed into the swirling chaos of the Beckinsale corner and snagged a huge handful of Kate’s hair. Dragging the Briton to center ring over the useless protestations of security and entourage, McCarthy went nose-to-nose with the vanquished vixen and hissed, “You don’t get off that easy punk. After all the crap you put me through, all the smack you talked, you REALLY think I’m gonna let you leave this ring before you could give me a single round? No Goddamned way…”

Trying to shy away from the fire in the blonde’s eyes, Kate took a step back and murmured, “Puh… please…. don’t…”

Smiling, Jenny brought an index finger to the brunette’s lips and playfully ‘shoooshed’ her. “That’s for later Becks. Now…”

The American’s hand flew down to her nemesis’ bikini top, hooked the black lyrca in her claws and snatched it away with away with a theatrical flourish. Knowing full well that the brunette would try to run, McCarthy immediately snatched Kate’s right wrist and spun around behind her, pinning the captured limb up between the Brit’s shoulders with a painfully simple Hammerlock. Content to let Beckinsale cover up with her non-wrenched arm, Jenny wheeled toward her own corner and spotted Adrianne Palicki. Grinning to her teammate, the Knife asked, “Ade, would you do the honors? I believe Kate is feeling a wee bit…. exposed, at the moment.”

Beaming, the big blonde took something from one of Jenny’s cornermen and strode toward the waiting pair. Raising her trophy with a flourish, Adrianne revealed a headband adorned with a pair of white velvet ‘bunny ears’ that would be a familiar sight to anyone who’d visited the Playboy Mansion in the course of their travels. Flicking her gaze to Jenny, Adrianne said, “The only size I could find was ‘fat headed dope’ Lucky right?”

McCarthy snickered. “Totally, get ‘em on there.”

Palicki did as she was bade and stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Not bad. Not centerfold quality, but it’ll do…”

“Yes it will.” Turning her attention back to the mewling, mortified Brit, Jenny dug her chin into Kate’s shoulder and purred, “All right cutie, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to walk your beaten ass around this ring and you’re going to wave to all the nice people. Got that?”

Sniffling, Beckinsale hesitated. “But… they’ll see…”

“Damn right. But I’m guessing a few topless pictures will be less detrimental to your fighting, ahem, career than a dislocated shoulder, don’t you?” Emphasizing her point, Jenny tugged up on the Hammerlock, making her foe wince and yelp. “Now… march.”

Biting back a sob, Kate stumbled forward and following another hard tug on her wrist, she pulled her arm away from her chest and waved desultorily. Savoring every single flashbulb, Jenny made the walk last, moving at a languid pace that took Kate along the perimeter. After hitting all four corners, Jenny led her prey back to the center of the ring and turned so that they were facing the largest glut of press. Giving the Hammerlock a final yank, McCarthy sneered, “Keep waving, both hands. Or this gets worse.”

Releasing her grip, she waited to see how Kate would react and was thoroughly pleased when the Brit raised both arms. Snuggling in close behind the brunette, McCarthy raised her hands and palmed them over Beckinsale’s exposed rack. Pressing her cheek in against the Brit’s, Jenny told the reporters, “Seems Kate has a few body image problems, so I’m gonna help her out. But the next chick to get Bunny Hopped might not be so lucky…”

Trailing off, McCarthy mugged for the flashbulbs even as Beckinsale shuddered and continued to wave despite the pain of Jenny’s ‘protection’ which was really nothing more than a JMD caliber breast mauling. When she was satisfied this scene would make the cover of every FCBA related publication, Jenny released her hold and gave Beckinsale a shove, dropping the brunette to all fours. Hands on her hips, Jenny said, “Keep the ears, they actually class you up a bit.” Without another word, the red-clad champion spun around and strutted back to her corner.

(Scene fades to black)