Retreat and regroup!

They've been spotted! The gorgeous young woman in the black leather outfit is pointing up at Agent Prince and the Wonder Woman impostor. The two suit-and-sunglasses guys are all "Huh, what the..."

Diana and the impostor are sitting ducks up there on the catwalk. Diana hesitates. She's not sure what to do! But her taller counterpart in the Wonder Woman costume doesn't hesitate; she takes charge. "Back off," she commands Diana, shoving her. The two women retreat as quickly as they can on the metal catwalk as the two goons reach for their guns. "Hurry up!," the impostor seethes, but Diana is click-clacking as fast as she can in her office shoes. The catwalk comes to an end, and the buxom impostor tells Diana they need to get back down to floor level.

Diana watches, stunned, as the larger woman effortlessly jumps over the metal railing and lands down on the warehouse floor, at least twenty feet down. Confused and panicking, Diana looks around and sees that they've gotten out of sight of the bad guys, but she can hear them running. The gunmen have to run all the way around a long line of shipping crates and containers, but it won't take them very long.

The cragfast crimefighter has ****. She looks jealously down at her costumed counterpart, then swallows her pride and starts to spin... and there on the catwalk, in a blinding flash of light, she turns into Wonder Woman! The real Wonder Woman!

Quickly checking her snug-fitting belt and her tiara, she then hastens to follow the other Wonder Woman's lead, jumping over the railing and down to the floor. Her landing is okay... but with an "Oooff" from Diana the power belt pops off! She manages to grab it with one hand and starts putting it back around her waist as she hurries over to where the Wonder Woman impostor is standing. She fumbles with it for what seems like long seconds and finally gets the golden girdle fastened around her belly... then looks up at the taller Wonder Woman.

The contrast between the two women could not be more pronounced! They're wearing identical costumes -- the famous red and gold bustier, the star-spangled panties, red boots, golden belt, lasso and tiara, plus the feminum bracelets. And yet, Diana is completely outshone by the taller woman! The "impostor" is an imposing presence, statuesque and buxom, her bustier barely clinging to her firm chest, and with the firm, well-proportioned shoulders, arms and legs of a triathlete.

The "classic" Wonder Woman, by contrast, is pale and soft, with delicate shoulders and slender arms, her soft bosom not quite filling the cups of her bustier, her midriff bulging and her plump thighs jiggling.

The impostor gives Diana a condescending look, almost a sneer, as she glances down and up at the newly-costumed heroine. Then she looks calmly toward where the bad guys will soon be coming from.

'What the...,' Diana thinks to herself, startled. 'This bitch doesn't seem surprised at all that I'm Wonder Woman! Just what on Earth is...'

But the impostor interrupts Diana's thought. "I'll take care of one of the goons; you try to handle the other. Then we'll jump over the containers and I'll rescue one of the scientists and you rescue the other. Got it?"

"But what about... who was that other person we couldn't see?"

"I don't know!," the bigger Wonder Woman hisses. "Improvise!"

Our poor heroine doesn't like being bossed around... but there's no time to complain; the two sunglasses-and-suits guys come around the corner of a container with their guns drawn. The two Wonder Women split up and start deflecting bullets. Diana is astonished to see out of the corner of her eye that the supposedly fake Wonder Woman is in fact deflecting bullets! And doing it just as adeptly as the genuine article, namely herself!

But our heroine should pay more attention to her own role. While she's distracted assessing the progress of her costumed competitor, she misses an incoming bullet! Fortunately the big galoot shot wide. But not by much! The bullet goes to the side of Wonder Woman's head, just a couple of millimeters from her ear! The heat and noise are stunning, and the bullet snares the long dark hair on the side of Wonder Woman's head! It's enough to yank her head to the side and throw her off balance. She's turned to the side, and she stumbles and falls, landing on her side.

Great. Now she has to work her wrists and bracelets to and fro from a semi-prone position, struggling just to get back to her knees as the gunman continues firing. Just when she's almost back up on one leg, another stray bullet grazes her golden lasso, yanking her back and landing her on her ass. The harried heroine is now panicking!

Meanwhile, the supposedly fake Wonder Woman is doing a much better job against the other goon. All business, she raises her bracelets, alternately left right left right, deflecting bullets while at the same time striding purposefully forward, like an unstoppable freight train. Her gunman has a worried look on his face as the big woman approaches.

The other gunman has a wicked smile on his face. He's got the "real" Wonder Woman right where he wants her, sitting on her fat ass, struggling to deflect his bullets. It's not looking good! Diana gets a reprieve, however, when the tough has to stop and put another clip in his gun. Gasping for breath, she finally scrambles to her feet and races at the gunman. He reloads quickly, and is raising his gun again to fire, but Diana reaches him in the nick of time! She grabs his wrist and shoves up. A shot is fired, but the bullet soars to the metal roof of the warehouse. Wonder Woman deftly kicks the gunman in the gut, and grabs the gun as the big lug flies backward, slamming back-first against a cargo container.

"I'll show you," the heroine shouts, melodramatically, "you men and your guns." Whenever she disarms a gunman, she likes to stand there and bend the barrel of the gun, and let the bad guy stand there dumbfounded. So this time, she grabs the barrel and starts to bend it... but, oh no!, the barrel is hot! Almost red-hot from all the shots fired! "Oww!!!," she squeals, dropping the gun and crying in pain as she holds her burned palm limply in the air!

The gunman wasn't going to fall for that anyway. He wasn't going to do like those dumb asses on TV and just stand there with his mouth open while the oh-so-mighty heroine bends the gun barrel. No, he's ready, and when the idiotic Amazon drops the gun and holds her hand up helplessly, his big fist slams square into Wonder Woman's face! Blood splatters from our heroine's pretty nose as she staggers backward!

The overconfident Amazon could learn a lesson or two from the "impostor", who's having no trouble at all. She doesn't waste time with theatrics like bending gun barrels. As soon as she's within kicking distance of her gunman, a red boot whacks the gun up out of the guy's hand, and it flies up and crashes through one of the warehouse skylights, landing who-knows-where. A feminum-backed fist then slams into the gunman's head, and he flies backward against a vertical I-beam. He clumsily bounces forward again, and the big woman does the same again. The crook is seeing stars! The impostor then flips him over her shoulder. He lands limply on his back. She kicks him over, and grabs a pair of jumper cables and ties the guy's hands behind his back. Then she hoists him up and throws him into a dumpster.

Barely giving poor Diana so much as a glance over her shoulder, she power-jumps up and over the containers and crates to rescue one of the scientists, as agreed beforehand. Surely the "amazing Amazon" would not be far behind!

Well, maybe. Having sent Diana staggering backward, the other gunman instinctively goes to grab his gun off the warehouse floor. "Fuck!," he swears, eyeballing the barrel, "fuckity-fuck! Bitch managed to bend it a little before she burnt her dainty little hand!" He tosses the useless gun aside and goes after the stupid heroine, unarmed.

Poor Diana was stunned, first by the near-miss bullet, and now by this guy's fist! She's barely up on her feet, holding her bleeding nose, and the guy's almost on top of her! The son of a bitch is big, too! The gasping heroine holds a hand up to fend him off, but he easily knocks it aside and slams his fist into her face again! She staggers back, and he follows. He's at least a foot taller than our pretty heroine. Still staggering back, she gets another fist planted on her, this time on her lovely lips. Blood pours from her lip, into her mouth! Another couple of steps staggered back, another smack to the head, this time to her forehead, right above her nose. Almost ****, she slams back against a stack of boxes and bounces forward, right into the guy's fist again.

The "mighty Amazon" crumples to the floor, ****, blood dripping from her nose and mouth. The smiling gunman backs off as the stack of boxes slowly wobbles, then tumbles down toward the defeated heroine. At least a dozen cardboard boxes labelled "Model #23072. 12' red dildo" rip and tear open, dumping their clear shrink-wrapped contents onto Wonder Woman's plump body.