Jordyn Jones vs Brec Bassinger
As a rule, debut catfights tend to be less-than-thrilling affairs. Whatever their desires to succeed in the elite Hollywood fighting league, rookies in their first match tend to be awkward, hesitant and still uncertain of their newly-learned fighting skills. the resulting match can be cringe-worthy for the spectators. Of course, there is always a full house to view them, because no one wants to say they passed up the chance to see the debut of a future fighting superstar. Those who can honestly claim to have witnessed the first matches of, say, Scarlett Johansson or Kaley Cuoco can boast of a very special cache among the elite spectators.
And so it came to be that a beachfront mansion in Malibu was the battleground for the inaugural match for both Jordyn and Brec, and a full house of observers was on hand. And within the first minute of the fight, the mouths were agape and the eyes wide with shock for each and every one of those witnesses.
Prior to the match, both petite young women were bubbly, even giggly...not the most promising sign for a rough and tumble brawl. But once the signal was given to begin, the smiles melted off of their faces, and fire lit up their eyes. With banshee howls, the two blondes launched themselves at one another, and proceeded to engage in one of the most savage catfights any of the jaded spectators had ever beheld!
Evenly matches in size and skill, they battled on in a veritable stalemate, neither beauty able to control the fight for long. The air was filled with grunts, groans, shrieks, snarls and yowls; their nubile bodies, glistening with sweat, bore scratches, bite marks and purpling bruises; the floor was littered with generous amounts of flaxen strands of hair.
Eventually too physically spent to stand any longer, they circled one another on hands and knees like jungle cats, seething in fury, their eyes narrowed into angry slits. Suddenly they threw themselves at one another, their limbs tangled as they rolled back and forth across the carpeting. They hissed threats to one another in a primitive language only they could understand. And then the hands of both battlers tightened around the necks of the other, squeezing with all of the dwindling power they could still muster. The eyes of Brec and Jordyn grew glassy as each struggled for breath, but neither relented in her merciless drive to destroy the other.
Finally, with simultaneous sighs, both blondes went limp, their eyes fluttering shut as their choking hands fell free of their rival's throat. They lay there side by side, motionless save for the heaving of their chests as their lungs gulped precious air once again. They had battled to a perfect standstill, two exact equals.
And, every spectator in attendance believed, two future legends in the making.
FLASHBACK 1963: Yvonne Craig vs Nancy Kwan
Panting hard for breath, the two exhausted beauties seemed frozen in place, their eyes locked together. Then, as if on cue, they flung themselves at one another, the sound of their damp flash smacking together, and they tumbled in a heap to the Las Vegas hotel's penthouse floor. Their lush bodies twisted with seemingly no rhyme nor reason, but in fact both were maneuvering for very specific reasons. That became apparent as each managed to snake her sinewy legs around the head of the other, and suddenly it became a duel of scissor holds!
Both Yvonne and Nancy were fabled for the power of their legs, and few adversaries who had found themselves trapped between those thighs manages to withstand the crushing pressure for long. Now, they pitted their most potent weapon against one another, calling upon the last dregs of raw power each battler still possessed.
Their bodies trembled from the pain and the exertion, and each went from gasping to whining to wailing in anguish, so great was the squeezing pressure the duo endured. Yvonne began to rasp a mantra of "Nononononononono", as if commanding herself to not submit, while Nancy squealed out in her native tongue, "Zuxian bangzhù wo!" (a spectator who spoke Cantonese whispered to the man next to him that she was calling on her ancestors for help).
Their bodies shook violently now, their faces deeply reddened, as each gave every last bit of herself, Then, with a sound that was part gasp of shock, part mewl of defeat, Nancy's body went limp and her legs fell open, freeing her opponent. Yvonne continues squeezing the Asian for another few moments, but it was plain to all that Nancy was finished. The victorious Yvonne released her hold, but found that when she tried to stand up to receive her triumph, her legs crumpled under her and she sprawled across the floor, too spent to move.
