Sybill Starr's Fantasy Fight Girls have returned to Hell, MI. Dakota was not invited because recently she's gotten a bad reputation among other catfighters and producers for her arrogant attitude and not being reliable. But she contacted Sybil and really wanted to work and so Sybil let her. It is her first time filming in several years, and she is not as close with the other girls as she once was. Dakota is in the house, wearing her tight black leather catsuit, tucked into her knee high boots, and her black leather motorcycle jacket. She’s in a bathroom, putting on her makeup nice and heavy. She’s smoking a cigarette, occasionally dangling it from her lips as she does her makeup.
She finishes her makeup, grabs her cigarette pack and lighter, and leaves the bathroom. At the same time, Sybil is heading toward the bathroom. Sybil gets a disgusted look on her face and says, “What the fuck? It smells like an ashtray in here.” Dakota snidely says, “Oh, so sorry.” Sybil responds, “I told you, no smoking in the house! God, you stink! Can’t you go a minute without a cigarette? Oh, and nice slutty makeup. You look like such a cheap whore!”
Dakota is annoyed. “A little second hand smoke isn’t going to kill you. Chill out. And don’t let your jealously get the best of you.”
Dakota heads outside, finishes her cigarette down to the filter, takes a fresh one out of her pack and chain lights it. She paces back and forth dragging on her cigarette.
Lady Victoria rides up on her motorcycle, pulls to a stop and turns off the bike and dismounts. Victoria immediately launches into Dakota: “Oh my God, you wannabe biker chick! What, do you think just wearing leather makes you tough or something?” Sybil has now joined them outside.
Dakota is a little intimidated but manages to talk some shit back, while taking frequent drags from her cigarette. “Don’t get all pissy with me just because all the guys in the bar last night were paying attention to me and not to you bitches!”
This infuriates Victoria and she attacks while Dakota is taking yet another drag from her cigarette. Victoria wraps both hands around Dakota’s throat in a choke. Dakota drops her cigarette, her pack and her lighter and her hands go to Victoria’s wrists. Her eyes are wide open with fear. Victoria uses her strength to hoist Dakota up in the air by her neck. Dakota is gasping for air. Victoria walks Dakota over to the wall around the pool and slams Dakota up against it. Victoria finally lets go of the choke and lets Dakota fall to the ground.
Dakota’s hands are at her throat and she is hacking out a bad smoker’s cough, trying to get air to her lungs. Sybil takes one of Dakota’s legs and pulls her so that her leg is wrapped around the pool fence, where the gate is. Sybil says to Victoria, “Use that gate on her leg! Let’s really teach her a lesson!”
Victoria slams the gate into Dakota’s vulnerable leg. She takes evil pleasure in this, as Dakota screams in agony. Victoria does it again and again, Dakota coughing and yelling, “Stop! You’re breaking my leg!” Sybil finally releases Dakota’s leg, only to start kicking and stomping her right where the gate was hitting her.
Victoria then pulls Dakota by her hair. Dakota tries to crawl to keep up to lessen the pressure on her hair, but she cannot use her injured leg. Victoria pulls Dakota up, with Dakota unable to put any weight on her bad leg. Victoria gets behind Dakota and puts her in a full nelson. She instructs Sybil to punish Dakota.
Sybil lands one punch after another to Dakota’s exposed, leather covered chest. Dakota is still gasping for air and grimacing with pain with each blow. Sybil moves down Dakota’s body, pummeling her abdomen and then finally her crotch. Sybil viciously lands several kicks between Dakota’s legs, Sybil’s foot smacking hard up against the tight leather around Dakota’s crotch. Sybil even humiliates Dakota by slapping her face and playing roughly with her big breasts.
Victoria finally throws Dakota to the ground. Dakota is in bad shape, still struggling to breathe, her leg badly injured, and her breasts, abdomen and crotch bruised.
Victoria comes up with a dog collar and leash, either just finding it nearby or actually taking it off a dog. As she approaches Dakota, Dakota is nearly in tears, yelling, “No, no! Leave me alone! I’m hurt!” But Dakota cannot protect herself. Sybil grabs Dakota’s leather jacketed arms and pins them to the ground while Victoria puts the collar around Dakota’s neck.
When it’s secure, Sybil lets Dakota’s arms go. Dakota’s hands are at the collar but she cannot free herself. Victoria starts pulling on the leash, dragging Dakota on the ground. Dakota struggles to keep up, to prevent herself from being strangled, but her injured leg is useless and impairs her. Sybil adds insult to injury by kicking and stomping Dakota as Victoria pulls her along. Sybil hits Dakota’s chest, her crotch and her bad leg.
Jenn, Devon and Kordelia have appeared on the porch. They are hooting and hollering, enjoying the show and taunting Dakota: “Look, it’s a bitch on a leash! Teach that slut a lesson! Bet you’re glad you smoke so much now, Dakota! Think all those guys from the bar would think you’re sexy now?”
Victoria has pulled Dakota over to a shady, grassy area. She drops the leash to the ground. Dakota is hacking terribly again. Victoria yells to the girls on the porch, “Get some victory shots!” Victoria puts her foot on Dakota’s throat, and Sybil jams her knee into Dakota’s crotch, in victory poses, while the other girls take photographs. As Victoria and Sybil are walking away, Victoria says, “Looks like the little whore could use a cigarette.” Sybil takes the pack and lighter Dakota had dropped, then opens the pack and dumps the cigarettes all over Dakota’s prone body.
Victoria and Sybil join the other girls on the porch and they taunt Dakota before going inside. Dakota is coughing, gasping for air. Finally she decides her nicotine to calm herself, and lights up a cigarette, her lungs spasming as she sucks in the smoke.
