Kelly Rippa walked off the set of Live With Regis and Kathie Lee in a state of bliss. Months ago she had been invited over to talk about doing some guest hosting of segments for the show. Instead she had hit it off with Regis immediately and it was decided that she would do a semi-regular series of segments, content to be decided later. Evidently the producers (including Regis) wanted someone who could appeal to the younger set. Today she did her first segment and it was dynamite.

As Kelly walked to her dressing trailer outside the studio she accepted congratulations from many people on how well the segment had gone. They all figured that she was being groomed as the replacement if Regis got fed up with Kathie Lee, and wanted to get on her good side. Finally she made it, stumpled in and locked the door behind her. With a sigh she flopped down into a chair, huge grin on her face.

“Yes…it can be exhausting can’t it.”

Kelly spun around and jumped up to be confronted with Kathie Lee coming out of the back room.

“Wha..how…uh..Hi Kathie Lee. How’d you get here so fast?

“Well dear, I didn’t have every asshole and his brother falling all over themselves kissing my ass the way you did to hold me up.”

“What? Uh…I don’t understand Kathie Lee.” As Kathie Lee advanced into the room, Kelly backed away slightly.

“It’s easy you stupid bitch. They all figure you’ll be my replacement sooner or later and they’re all trying to suck up. I just figured I’d come over and make sure you know, that I know what’s going on and to let you know that you won’t be replacing me anytime soon.”

As soon as the arrogant words fell from Kathie Lee’s mouth, Kelly’s demeanor changed dramatically. “Oh that. Hell everybody knows about that. I figure you’ll be gone this time next year.”

“WHAT? You little cunt. If you think you can get rid of me that fast, you’ve got another think coming slut.”

“Oh, really? Well, I’ll tell you what. If you’re a good little senior citizen, and don’t fight me on anything, and I mean ANYTHING, then I’ll cooperate with you in letting you stay for two years, and coming back for special segments now and then. Otherwise your ass is history. Now get out of here so I can change and get home. I’ve got a young stud waiting for me and unlike some people, I know how to keep him satisfied enough to be there waiting for me, not going after some other woman.” Kelly laughed as she brushed by the older woman, heading for the back room.

“You little bitch. I took care of that cunt, and I’ll take care of you too.”

Kathie Lee lunged at Kelly from behind, grabbed her hair and pulled her back into the main room. She tossed Kelly onto the couch and slapped her face twice.

Holding her face, Kelly glared at the older woman with shock in her eyes. “You stupid fucking cunt. I was going to let you off easy…BUT NOT NOW.”

Kelly lunged off the couch and rammed her shoulder into Kathie Lee’s belly. They went to the floor in a snarling, rolling, hair pulling catfight. Each woman had both hands embedded in the others hair and they were pulling savagely. Screaming and shrieking, they rolled back and forth across the trailer. Kelly bounced Kathie Lee’s head into the side of the trailer on one side before they started their roll back. On the other side, Kelly rolled into the wall and Kathie Lee tried to return the head pounding favor, but Kelly’s neck muscles were too strong. Instead Kelly bounced Kathie Lee’s head off the floor twice.

They rolled back into the middle of the trailer and Kelly bounced Kathie Lee’s head off the carpeted floor a couple of more times, adding to the scalp pain in rattling her brain. Kathie Lee freed one hand from Kelly’s hair and sank her nails into Kelly’s face. Kelly screamed and grabbed Kathie Lee’s wrist, pulling the attacking talons away from her skin. At the same time she got her other hand down and went at Kathie Lee with nails out. Kathie Lee grabbed Kelly’s wrist and the two began their rolling struggle again, but this time each had one hand going for her opponents face and the other keeping the nails away from her own face.

As they struggled across the floor, two things became apparent. First, Kathie Lee was a little bigger, taller and heavier, than Kelly and secondly Kelly was stronger, faster and had better stamina. Hell Kelly was seventeen years younger. Years of working out had kept Kathie Lee in good shape, but age matters.

Slowly, Kelly’s nails got closer to Kathie Lee’s face. Each time Kelly was on top in the rolling struggle, she pressed her weight down and got her hand a little closer. Kathie Lee was not successful in either getting her own nails back into play or moving Kelly’s finger knives away when she was on top. Kathie Lee began to panic. They rolled across the floor, back and forth, pushing and shoving, knees kicking into legs, bodies pressing on each other in turn. Kathie Lee could feel Kelly’s firmer, younger breasts pressing into her own sagging cones, flattening her, especially when Kelly was on top. Kathie Lee panicked a little more.

Finally, Kelly rolled them over and shoved hard. Her nails sank into Kathie Lee’s face and she scratched. Kathie Lee screamed and tried shake her head free, but Kelly stayed with her. Kathie Lee felt Kelly’s thumbnail getting closer to her eye and she became frantic. When she felt the nail press against the eyeball she went over the edge. With a long high shriek, Kathie Lee flung herself to the side, kicked at Kelly and tried to crawl away.

With a bellow of triumph, Kelly jumped onto Kathie Lee’s back, both knees hitting in the small of Kathie Lee’s spine, hammering her into the floor. Kelly hauled back on Kathie Lee’s hair and shook her head violently from side to side. She punched into Kathie Lee’s head and shoulders from behind. Kathie Lee screamed and flailed at Kelly with her arms, while shaking and withering her body. One of Kathie Lee’s wild swings connected with Kelly’s head, then another. Together they were sufficient to rattle Kelly’s brain just enough for Kathie Lee to finally be able to buck Kelly off.

Kelly hit the floor and the two women began kicking at each other. Kathie Lee connected first with a good kick to Kelly’s chest. Kelly flew back cradling her chest, rolling on the floor. Kathie Lee kicked again, hitting in Kelly’s belly, then again catching Kelly in the side of the head. Kelly rolled over onto her stomach and crawled toward the wall to get some distance.

Even hurt, dazed and winded, seeing Kelly vulnerable banished Kathie Lee’s thoughts of escaping. She recovered for ten seconds or so then went after Kelly on her knees. When she got close enough, she grabbed at Kelly’s shirt and pulled her up to her knees. The shirt wasn’t up to the abuse. The buttons popped loose and one of the arms ripped free. Kathie Lee kept pulling and soon Kelly’s shirt was history, leaving her in a very scant bra. Kelly turned to fend off Kathie Lee. As Kelly came around she swung an arm and caught a still partly dazed Kathie Lee with a wicked backhand, driving her back. Kelly got herself fully around and ready by the time Kathie Lee came back in, and the two began slapping at each others face and breasts.

Though down to only her bra for protection to her breasts, Kelly was definitely getting the better of the exchange. Kathie Lee was missing as much as hitting, and Kelly was ducking and blocking slaps more and more. Now Kelly added a punch to Kathie Lee’s saggy tits. Kathie Lee reeled back and when she came forward got another one in the other tit. Moaning and groaning, Kathie Lee leaned back to get away. Kelly was waiting for that. She pounded her fists into Kathie Lee’s groin, hammering on her mound. Kathie Lee screamed and slumped to the floor.

Kelly grabbed the back of Kathie Lee’s skirt and ripped it away, followed by her panties. Kelly dug her nails into Kathie Lee’s ass and scratched. After putting a dozen or more bloody gouges on Kathie Lee’s ass, Kelly pulled her back then up to her knees. Head down, up on her knees, Kathie Lee was in a bad position. Kelly pounded her fist between Kathie Lee legs, slamming punch after punch into Kathie Lee’s pussy. The already dazed woman was devastated. She began crying loudly, retching and gagging at the pain coming from her groin in waves. When Kelly stiffened her fingers and jammed her nails straight into Kathie Lee’s vulva, she began to beg.

“Please…please…no more..please stop…let me go. Don’t hurt me any more.”

“Well bitch, figured out who the boss is yet?”

Lying on the floor crying, Kathie Lee looked up at her tormentor and mouthed “Fuck you!”

Kelly slapped her then ripped away her shirt and bra. With Kathie Lee nude, Kelly put one hand to her mound and the other on a tit, and began twisting and pulling. Kathie Lee’s screams threatened to shatter the windows. Kelly squeezed and kneeded Kathie Lee’s tits, digging in with her nails and pinching her nipples.

Finally “Please…please… oh god… please stop…I give, you are the boss. Oh god please stop…p.p.please.” Kathie Lee wound down to crying and sobbing.

“Ok bitch….here’s the deal. I’m going to let you live with all your ‘equipment’ intact. However, you resign TODAY. DO YOU HEAR ME? I never, ever, never want to see you on this set again. If I do, I’m coming after you. DO YOU HEAR ME? Now get out.”

Kathie Lee crawled toward the door nude. Kelly went over, unlocked the door and opened it. As Kathie Lee got to the door, Kelly booted her in the ass, sending Kathie Lee flying out of the trailer, accompanied by Kelly’s laughter.