Jessica Alba, 5'7" 35 years old versus Julianne Hough 5'3" 28 years old
Meeting in the ring, they lock fingers. Jessica uses her height to her advantage, her lean biceps strain as she drives Julianne back a step. But Julianne proves stronger. Alba is slowly forced down on her knees and then to her haunches, howling as the very fit dancer squeezes her fingers and bends her wrists. Hough drives a foot into Alba’s chest, pushing the taller woman onto her back. Julianne let's her go.
"Get up," she commands.
Alba rises quickly to her feet, rubbing her hands. She aims a long sweeping punch at Julianne's head, but the dancer blocks it, and counterattacks swiftly, landing high kicks to Alba's chest and belly, driving her backwards into the ropes. With one hand pulling Jessica's hair, bending her backward over the top rope, Julianne slaps and backhands Jessica's face and drives forearms into her jugs. Julianne systematically pounds the older brunette into a fog. Jessica hangs on the ropes, her face and chest on fire. Julianne slams a knee into Alba’s belly, and then scoops her into a bear hug, dragging the taller woman to the center of the ring. She bears down hard, her strong arms tight around Alba’s back as she bends her foe backwards. Searing pain from her reddened face, bruised boobs and tormented back clears Alba’s mind. She ear-claps Julianne and quickly follows up with a palm up to the blonde’s chin. Hough tosses Alba to the mat and steps away.
"Alba, you witch, I'm gonna to take my time and beat you senseless for that," the blonde threatens.
Alba raises her fists and marches forward. She is a skilled veteran of many a fist-fight and uses her longer reach to her advantage, keeping Hough on defense. Julianne covers up darts in close but Alba nails her with a thundering punch to her ribs and quickly flows that with strikes to the blonde’s belly and chin. Grabbing the blonde in a headlock, Jessica rams her head first into the corner post. A rapid set of kidney punches drives Julianne to her knees. Hauling her foe up by her hair, Jessica unloads a series of forearms across Julianne's small chest and then slams a low-blow deep into her gut. Julianne slumps in the corner, beaten to her haunches, head lolling on her chest. Alba’s foot finds its mark on the side of her victim's head and Julianne crashes over on her side.
Jessica hair-hauls Julianne to the center of the ring, and then stomps her in the belly.
Standing at the blonde’s feet, Alba backs up a few steps, and then launches herself up to splash onto Julianne’s prone body. But the resilient and tough little dancer raises her knees at the last moment to catch Alba in the belly. Winded, Jess falls on her side curled up and trying to catch a breath. Julianne is on her back, taking a moment of much needed respite.
Jessica slowly recovers and rolls away from her foe. Hough is on her feet, bent over with her arms on her thighs. Alba quickly springs to her feet. She slams into Julianne and the two women struggle, limbs intertwined. Alba succeeds in twisting her smaller foe into a hammer lock. She secures a handful of blonde hair as she cranks hard on the hammer lock, delighted as Julianne howls. Hough fights to break free before the brunette breaks her arm. Unable to pull away or drop down and out, Julianne instead shoves her butt back into Alba’s body and twists one of her legs around Alba’s. Twisting hard, the two tumble to the mat. The struggle briefly until Jess catches Julianne in a waist scissors. The amply endowed Alba pulls her foe’s face into sweaty cleavage.
“Here’s a move you can’t use, you flat-chest bitch!”Jess hisses. “It won’t be long now, cxnt!” Jess tightens the vice around her foe’s tiny but mighty six-pack abs. The blonde is mostly immobilized.
Julianne’s hand press against Alba’s dark skin as she tries to shove Alba away, but Jess holds her tight. The blonde manages to twist her head just slightly away from suffocating jugs. Drawing in a deep breath, Hough reaches out to grab and bend back the big toe of Alba’s left foot. Alba curses, and gives up the scissors.
“I’ll kill you, you bitch!” she wails as she kicks Hough away.
Both women scramble to their feet, hurt and exhausted. Julianne launches herself at Alba, talking them both to the mat. Feet planted, hands seizing wrists, Hough overpowers Alba and slowly rolls her onto her back. Julianne straddles Alba’s waist and pins her arms overhead. The blonde hops forward, her butt landing heavily on the brunette’s chest. She positions her all-business thighs around Alba’s head. Alba presses her feet to the mat and bucks to no avail. She draws her knees up to slam into the blonde’s back.
Seizing a handful of Alba’s hair, Hough jerks her head and tightens her thighs. Shifting her weight from side to side, the dancer rolls to her side and straightens her legs, applying a deadly neck scissors. Alba screams, bucks, claws, but Julianne cannot be denied.
“Bitch, no one here gets out alive,” the blonde hoots.
Alba twists onto her knees, but Julianne holds her tight in the crushing scissors. Holding Alba by her hair, Julianne lifts herself on an elbow and looks directly into the brunette’s sad face.
“Die bitch,” she hisses as she clamps down as hard as she can.
Alba instantly taps out her submission.
