"Serena, tennis seems to come naturally to you. Your size and natural
strength seems to give you an advantage over your opponents."
"Well Chris, I..." Serena Williams tried to cut in.
"For example in this match, your opponent has played in 19
tournaments this year. You have played in just one. Yet, you easilly
defeated her. How do you explain that?" Chris Evert continued.
"Well, Chris", Serena puts both elbows and arms on the table between
them, leaning forward, I practice..."
"I think you just have a physical advantage" Chris Evert, sitting
with fashionable silver-rimmed sun glasses and a tight sky-blue
warmup, with her pretty blond hair pulled back, cut in again. "You
have transformed womens' tennis into a sport of awesome power, and
taken out the finesse, I think, Serena".
"But Chris?" Serena held he right hand up and open, as if to stop
Chris. But the icy Chris Evert stood and turned away.
"That's not fair." Serena stood with Chris, clenching her fists.
"Your strength won't give you an advantage here, Serena. "
"What is that supposed to mean?" Serena was so mad she shook. Her
voice stammered.
"This interview is over" Chris turned away from Serena and stepped
away from the table.
"No!" Serena reached for Chris' shoulder. "That's not fair".
But Chris Evert did the unexpected, and the stupid. She quickly
dipped and turned. She brought her fist up into Serena's belly,
involuntarily.
"UMMFF!' Serena gave a brief, slight squill. Then, she rose big and
slapped the sunglasses off of Evert. They flew to the left and
crashed into the wall. The director and sound man ran to help Chris,
but the camera women, who'd always hated Chris Evert, stepped behind
them and continued to film.
Serena exploded. She threw her left fist out connecting with Evert's
50 year old belly. "UUMMFF! AARRRGGHH!" Evert's face fell forward, as
Serena's fist disappeared in her gut, "UUUHHH!" , Evert leaned over
forward, mouth opened sickly, her butt stuck back.
Serena grabbed the back of Chris' head with her big right hand and
violently flung Chris face down over the round table. Chris' tight
warmup pants clung tightly to her back-thrust butt. "Film this!"
Serena yelled victoriously, as she quickly grabbed the old wooden
tennis racquet which had been placed against the wall, for
decoration, and pulled Chris' warmups down in the back.
The crew tried to jump in and grab Serena, but she stepped back and
swung the wooden racquet around in a baseball swing. They jumped back.
"POP! SQUIIISH!" the strings of the old racquet connected with Chris'
old fashioned white-pantied butt. The strings bit into her flesh.
Chris' buttocks bounced and jiggled, as she was thrust forward over
the table. "OOOWW!" the Tennis Queen cried, as she flopped ahead. Her
hands shot back covering her butt.
The camera woman smiled. She had captured the SPANK! while standing
behind the two.
The whole episode was played on the big screen above the the center
court, where a dumbfounded crowd waited for Serena Williams to
recieve her trophy.
