Hurray for Hollywood........

Casting had gone well, so far, but the director was not even close to making a final decision. Many of the biggest names in Tinseltown wanted to play the role of Female Action Heroine. Arnold S. had become the king of Hollywood playing the male equivalent and actresses seeing dollar signs were coming out of the woodwork.

The initial series of screen tests had focused on how the actress delivered her lines. Decisions were made. The remaining hopefuls would need to be screened based on their looks. More specifically, did they possess the physique necessary to make an audience believe they could kick ass!

The director called for an assistant to "Bring in Courtney and and Sarah."

Not long after the assistant scurried away, the ladies strolled in. Both were wearing jeans and black leather jackets with plain white tank tops underneath. The director hugged them. "Ladies, today I want to see your physiques...your muscles. Our "Terminatrix", if you will, MUST look formidable!"

Sarah Jessica-Parker looked at her competition, smirked, and began to take off her jacket. "Then you need not look any farther." She dropped the jacket to the floor, stepped closer to the director and hit a slow, sensuous double-bicep shot. It was clear Ms. Parker had been training diligently. Her legs were tight and defined, her abs rockhard, her 11 3/4" biceps long and extremely cut with a more than a hint of vascularity.

The director reached out and felt her tensed right arm. "I do believe you're right, Sarah!" He was grinning broadly.

As the director pleasured himself, slyly caressing SJ's biceps, Courtney Cox quickly ripped off her jacjacket. "I believe she's wrong!" she hissed. Stepping in front of Sarah, she struck her own double-bicep pose. The director's jaw dropped at the sight of Ms. Cox' body. Her legs were lusciously long and strong--suprising thickness with serious definition. But her upper body immediately grabbed the director's eye. The solid plates of her abs were topped by firm D-cup breasts and her wide shoulders capped with well-developed delts.

"Go ahead and feel it," Courtney offered, noticing the director's wide-eyed visage. But he didn't hear her. He was too busy staring at the brunettes rippling arm muscles. She crunched her biceps tighter, squeezing the rough-hewn muscles into tremendous peaks. The 12" symbols of strength beckoned and the director involuntarily reached out to touch them.

Courtney looked in Sarah's direction and laughed. "I'm bigger...I'm harder...and I'm STRONGER than this skinny little girl!"

Anger transformed Sarah's face. Suddenly, she pushed Courntey. "You are NOT!" Chest-to chest, they glared at each other.

"Don't be silly..." Courtney began, but Sarah cut her off.

"PROVE IT!" she challenged. " Come on, let's armwrestle".

Ms. "Friends" shoved the director aside. "You got it, wimp. But if I win, you go home."

"And vice versa, bitch." Sarah spat as she pulled a nearby table between them. "Cos I'm gonna kick your ass!"

Both furiously grabbed chairs, sat down and put their right arms on the table........Sarah Jessica Parker grabbed Courtney Cox' hand. "One, two, THREE!"

Their biceps jumped to attention, rippling muscle etched with pulsating veins. For 30 seconds they were stalemated. Courtney looked down at her straining biceps. "Bigger...and...stronger," she grunted. "I'm gonna...put...you..."Courtney slammed Sarah's hand to the table and squeezed, "DOWN!"

Sarah's head dropped in disgust as Courtney stood up, her chair crashing to the floor behind her. "LIKE I SAID...BIGGER AND STRONGER." She flexed the victorious arm.

Humiliated, Sarah jumped up and into Courtney's face. The beautiful brunette didn't bat an eye. "You don't want to try it!"

Sarah Jessica Parker stopped in her tracks. Courtney shoved Sarah. " Come on...you scared?"

Sarah, not wanting to experience further embarassment, headed for the door. Courtney laughed. "Bigger and Stronger, Wimp."