JEWEL STAITE SLOPS THE BEEF TO NEVE CAMPBELL

Neve: topless, fleshy; red terrycloth adidas trunks with white adidas stripe at hips; grey/white wrestling booties.
Jewel: topless, fleshy; baby blue terrycloth adidas trunks with white adidas stripes at hips; white wrestling booties.

Pro ring; dingy gym; hand-held footage for digital subscription channel in the 400s. Show's got a very deliberate, stripped down, raw look - no ref; no audience.

30 MINUTES IN...

Girls awash in sweat: fleshy torsos and thighs flushed pink from heat, punishment, exertion. Hair matted flat and damp.

Staite wades in - stooping slightly forward; balled fists swinging right/left/right/left/right/left to Neve's gut...Campbell gurgles, ashen faced as she backs up under body-attack; stumbles; drops to right knee. Neve: shaking her head; left hand raised...like she's pleading for time. She's blubbering a bit - wincing - whining.

Jewel: "That's a quit-whine, right? Quit-whine if I've ever heard one." She leans in - left hand reaching for the waistband just below Neve's gut-pudge; gripping it; tugging Neve up. Neve: eyes closed, lips parted, just doing as Jewel dictates.

Jewel leans in with left shoulder sweat-tacky in Neve's tits - left hand still gripping trunks: blonde walks brunette to ropes - gives her a little extra shoulder shove, then: PLOWING RIGHT FOREARM TO JUGS! Meaty "PAK!" slap-noise: Jewel all bared teeth and aggressive; Neve sleepy, blurting in woozy shock - black locks of sweat-damp hair in her eyes.

Jewel pours it to Neve: left hand owning the trunks; left shoulder shoving to stack; beefy right forearms claiming jug "PAK! PAK! PAK!"

Neve sobs, rolling onto right side to sag into ropes, wrists crossed left across right at her throbbing breasts. She's slumping there, grimacing in exhaustion.

"Beatin' the quit outta ya," Jewel grunts, prepping another right forearm ticketed for Neve's brawny left shoulder...

Neve off the ropes: short right hand pitched into Jewel's gut CHUP!

Jewel: "GUH-H!"; face pinched, eyes shutting tight as she doubles over, bracing herself with hands on knees.

Neve: breathing hard, but rallying. Her hands touch at Jewel's shoulders to measure her, then Neve turns her right knee up and across, delivering the broad, pale plank of meaty thigh against mature, hanging jug meat.

Jewel: "HUH-UH!" As she straightens, turns boozily to her right, staggering away with her back to Neve. Jewel grimacing, eyes frowning shut, hands on hips as she stumbles away. Deep breath Neve as she digs deep, starts walking her foe down.

HOW STAITE GOT TO THE PARTY:
Scene: Spears estate #4 outside Miami - poolside; bright, sunny day. Britney in mauve bikini; hair in twisty bun; big circular sunglasses...she reclines in deck chair, looking up at Jewel in cream pant suit, royal blue silk blouse.

Britney: "So you get the picture? I want you at Neve's throat 24/7. I want you on her, at her, beating upon her, making her take weight every chance you get. You beat her at apartment, I want you in her blubbering face, challenging her to La Conquista. Take her out in La Conquista? Drag her head up off the sand and challenge her to a body-punching contest. I don't care. Be creative. Be busy. Be thorough."

Jewel: "I've been trying to get in front of Neve for years. She's always sidestepped me."

Britney: "That's you; I'm Britney, bytch. Trust me: this will happen. What you do with the opportunity is up to you."

Jewel: "This how it works? I mean, I'm just curious. This how you got Big? Making other people do your dirty work?"

Brit smiles - maybe enjoying the attitude; maybe not. She puts hands behind her head and thinks before she says:

Brit: "Yeah. It is. It's how everyone Big got Big. You put girls in with girls; you grind 'em up, and you pounce what's left. That's why I'm me, and you're you. It's why Neve's Neve. She's going to know, you know? She'll know damn sure that your sudden clout at the negotiating table's coming from me. Won't matter: she'll have to fight anyway. And she'll know what's coming. Sucks, but there it is."

Jewel: "Sucks for Neve."

Britney: "Right. Anyway. I'll match any prize winnings dollar for dollar, and I'll cover all training expenses. You put that beefy bod on Neve and don't you let up until I say."

Jewel: "All right. Done."

Britney: "Good enough. Don't let the gate bash your ass on the way out."

BEDROOM BRAWLING: SUMMER GLAU v ODETTE YUSTMAN v LAURA VANDERVOORT

3 way dance.
Tuggable sweat tops over panties; UGG stompin' boots.
Odette: white sweat top; baby blue panties; tan UGGS; hair long/loose.
Laura: Baby blue sweat top; pink panties; tan UGGS; hair long/loose.
Summer: Pea green sweat top; baby blue panties; tan UGGS; hair long/loose.

RULES: Removing a girl's top eliminates her; last girl with her top wins.
- First girl eliminated must serve as the topless official for the rest of the bout.

9 times out of 10, 2 brunettes would gang up and beat the tar out of Laura, but Odette's boxing success against the other two makes her the over-riding object of hatred. Summer hangs back, letting Laura and Odette tug and stomp at one another, then moves in to tip the balance in favour of a fading Laura. Wish-boning Odette's legs and holding her on her back, Sum and Laura kick at Yustman's hammies - crippling her - then give her the UGG-boot stomping of a lifetime as poor Odette rolls onto her right side.

Laura and Summer with a pretty stomping action: always tucking hair in behind their ears Gail Kim style; lean thighs shivering with the violence; trim backsides shuddering. Once Odette's blubbering and helpless - the two marauders reach down to start pulling and yanking at her top - pulling her arms away from her body and finally getting the garment all the way off. Odette crying, hugging herself across her breasts, but getting to her feet to officiate the rest of the bout.

Laura's more tired than Sum and it shows. Girls grab each other's tops, twisting and tugging each other around - falling to carpet - continuing to writhe and kick at each other.

HIGHLIGHTS: SUMMER DOING LAURA

Standing action - Summer with fists knotted in the chest of Laura's top - brunette just slamming blonde ragdoll again and again into the wall. Laura dazed, lips parted, lashes fluttering, blonde hair across glassy eyes...Summer controls the top with her left hand, leaning into a torrid right handed slapping attack of Laura's pretty face. Vandervoort just staring groggily into the pounding - taking slap after cracking slap - her hands fretting at Summer's top, or pulling at her gripping left hand. Sum just relentless, pouring on the slaps, then slamming Laura ragdoll into the wall to further shake her up.

Odette standing around in rumpled panties and UGGs, arms hugging her breasts, hair hanging damp across her arms...she's all ass-kicked and grumpy, but keeping a close eye on the action.

Sum standing in behind seated Laura, pulling the sweattop up from the bottom, then yanking it over Laura's head. Blonde girl blubbering, hugging her arms against her body and hunching forward over her legs. Leads to thumping UGG boot stomping from Summer on exposed blonde back - the siege necessary to reduce Laura.

Sum sitting off seated Laura's right flank - right leg across Laura's lap/left leg curling in around Vandervoort's rump...Glau threading her arms in around Laura's right arm, trying to reef apart the blonde limbs to work on the right sleeve of her top. Laura sputtering in tears, trying to hunch forward and keep her arms tightly hugging her body...Summer groaning with effort, pulling Laura sideways, then scissoring up her waist. These aren't Righetti-strong girls; this isn't their normal fight, but they're both committed to trying to outmuscle each other. Eventually, Summer gets Laura's right arm extended, then brunette scrambles to work that arm out of the sleeve. This leaves Laura on her back, scissored, with only her left sleeve still in her possession.

Desperately, Laura tries to get back into her top, but Summer - still with the scissor - sits up and starts slapping right hands against Laura's chest and midsection. Laura crying - Summer gasping...brunette finally scrambles over Laura cross-body, pinning Vandervoort down and controlling blonde left arm. Job of work from there - Summer grunting as she works Laura's left arm out of the sleeve...Laura whining, trapped and exhausted underneath Sum. Once Glau liberates the top, she sits up (trapping Laura's right arm in between brunette haunches) and happily whirls the top in triumph. Post fight photo: Grinning Summer with her top on, standing slender-legged in her UGGS, flanked on either side by disheveled, sniveling Laura and Odette, topless, stomped and worn out.