End of round results

Chrissie strutted around the ring soaking in the applause while Laura, Tonya and I squirmed nakedly at ringside. There was a heightened sense of anticipation in the buzzing of the audience, and it wasn't difficult to guess why. The first competition was over, and the first bimbifications were about to take place. We glanced at the giant electronic scoreboard, which now showed:

Tonya....................B...x...x...x...x Laura....................B...x...x...x...x Erica....................B...x...x...x...x Christine................x...x...x...x...x

Biff stepped back into the ring, thousand-watt smile in place. "Congratulations, Christine! You are the first winner in this round of Bimbomania! You looked great out there! What were you thinking while you were battling on the mat?"

Chrissie thrust her hair out of her eyes. "Well, it wasn't easy, Biff. It was really a war out there, but I knew I could do it if I just focused on what I had to do."

Biff put his arms around Chrissie's shoulders. "Well, congratulations, Christine. You've earned the right to watch your opponents go through the first level of Bimbomania Bimbification! Give it up for Christine, folks!" Thunderous applause filled the studio and a number of Chrissie fans began to chant her name.

Meanwhile, the tuxedoed hunks led Laura, Tonya and me back to the stage, which had shifted again. An ominous machine now dominated that side of the stage, resembling an old-time mainframe computer, but with sleek modern lines. Three bars protruded from the machine, each with what appeared to be rubber leggings suspended from them. We were each led to an individual station. Then we heard Biff speaking once again.

"Alright, Paul, tell the audience about the first level," he said.