Both brunette beauties were resplendent in their little black dresses...Katie in Dior, Danica in Versace...the short skirts of both displaying their toned legs to their best advantage. The fact that these expensive designer dresses were quickly reduced to tatters gave neither woman pause, as each tore into the other like a jungle cat.
McKellar's dress was cut to reveal her legendarily taut abs, no doubt as an act of intimidation. But Holmes viewed it merely as an invitation, and she displayed that her infamous mandible claw could be adapted to an ab claw that had Danica howling in anguish. McKellar countered with a Boston crab that would have driven lesser women to scream out their submission, but Katie, despite her cries and tears, steadfastly refused to quit.
And so the struggle went, with neither raven-tressed battler able to hold the advantage for long over her rival. By the thirty minute mark, they were garbed only in their thongs, their bodies shimmering with sweat, their chests heaving as they panted for breath and struggled to stave off exhaustion. Movements grown sluggish, they now no longer had the power to spare to even continue trading insults. As they rolled back and forth across the carpeted floor, they simultaneously managed to snare one another in a headscissors, in the '69' position. The sinews of their long stems pulsed as they poured the last dregs of their strength into their crushing vises, each knowing this was their last-ditch effort to achieve victory.
Suddenly, both women gave deep, desperate sighs, and their bodies went limp. They had each crushed the other into unconsciousness, and at the very same moment, resulting in a draw.