Ilsa takes the big ones, Ellen hits many jobbers

Ellen slid silently from the shadows, snatching Susan the gymnast up by the neck. She quickly chlorophormed the thin black girl, her muffled protests fading quickly. Ellen shoved her back into her dressing room, catching sight of Timmy Luv down the hall.

?Oh crap!? he yelped, running for it.

?Hell, this? my lucky day,? Ellen grinned, taking off after him.

Meanwhile, Ilsa was going with the different approach. She kicked in the dressing room to Big Mama, going for quality over quantity. It was a weight-based contest, after all.