Bitchfight number 295

Translation: 'I hear you're planning to take over my company.'

No, she's not going to Salsa class.

She's just fighting with Dex. As usual. Translation: 'Dex, nobody knows more about the male psyche but me!'

Dressed to kill!

To kill that awful saloon singer, Dominique Devereaux.

Don't cry too much...

Or else you'll spill your tears on the ink. (Translation)

Guest Appearance!

It's Dex! Or Mr. Dexter, if you're nasty. On board of Alexis' private jet.

You are an ant!

You don't have any chance against me! (Translation)

Mother and daughter, fighting over Dex

Who did Dex better? Alexis of course...

Be careful!

She's looking mad. And holding a knife.

Mix and match

Matching fur and matching jooree: the perfect mix. Cheers to that.

Crash! Boom! Bang!

Dex throws Alexis on the floor because she's cheated on him. Not after some face scratching by Alexis, of course.

Terrible echo's

After having some drinks with gay son Steven, Alexis decides it's time for some nose powdering.



Suddenly, lovely Krystle enters the room.



Translation: 'Can you keep your voice down, Krystle. There's a terrible echo in he-yare.'

Bitch alert!

Translation: 'To humiliate you, Krystle, is so easy. And always such a pleasure.'

A milkshake a day...

...keeps the daughter away.

What are you doing here?

Lovely Krystle's not amused. Alexis certainly is.

Introducing: that little trampy niece of Krystle, Sammy Jo

Having fun? Not exactly! Alexis is just throwing Sammy Jo off' the ballroom floor.