AGW 1st RD match 2/8: Selena Gomez vs Gal Gadot

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SELENA GOMEZ



vs

GAL GADOT



"You ever think about how weird it is that we're both here?" Selena Gomez tugged at the gold string of her bikini top, adjusting it absently as she leaned against the lockers. The fluorescent lights of the KFC Yum Center's backstage area flickered overhead, casting sharp shadows across Gal Gadot's amused smirk.

"Speak for yourself," Gal said, stretching her arms overhead until her spine gave a satisfying pop. The amber fabric of her bikini strained slightly against the movement. "I've been dreaming about this since they handed me the contract. You're just the start."

Selena's fingers stilled on her bikini tie as Gal's words sank in. A slow grin spread across her face, sharp and knowing. "Oh, so it's like that? You think you're walking through me to get to Milly?" She pushed off the lockers. The gold fabric shimmered under the lights, clinging to every curve.

Gal rolled her shoulders back, the amber fabric of her bikini catching the light like liquid fire. "Milly?" She let out a low laugh, fingers drumming against her thigh. "Honey, I don't *think* I'm walking through you. I *know* I am." The smirk she shot Selena was predatory.

Selena closed the distance between them in two quick strides, bare feet silent against the concrete floor. She tilted her chin up just enough to meet Gal's gaze--close enough to smell the coconut oil on Gal's skin, close enough to see the faint pulse in her throat. "You wanna test that theory right now?" she murmured, gold bikini glinting under the harsh lights as her chest brushed against Gal.

"You know where to find me."

*

The bell rang, and Selena launched herself like a tiger, catching Gal by surprise.

Selena's fingers dug into Gal's hair with a grip that was halfway between passion and violence, wrenching her head back as their bodies collided mid-ring. Gal gasped as Selena's nails scraped down her cheek.

"You like that?" Selena screamed, her gold-clad hips grinding against Gal's in a way that blurred the line between attack and seduction.

Selena's thighs clamped around her waist, locking her in place with a strength that defied her petite frame. The crowd roared, but all Gal could focus on was the heat of Selena's body against hers, the way her gold bikini bottoms scraped against her skin with every shift of their hips. She tried to buck Selena off, muscles straining, but Selena just tightened her legs, her nails digging into Gal's shoulders as she leaned in close enough for her breath to ghost over Gal's lips. "Try *harder*," Selena taunted.

Selena didn't wait for Gal to respond--she crushed their mouths together, tongue sliding past Gal's lips with a hunger that made the crowd erupt into frenzied screams. The taste of coconut oil and salt filled Selena's mouth as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tightening in Gal's hair to angle her head just right.

Selena's hands twisted tighter in Gal's dark hair, yanking her head back before slamming the back of her skull into the mat. The impact reverberated through the ring--once, twice--Gal's amber bikini straps snapping against her skin with each brutal shove. The crowd's roar turned feverish as Selena straddled Gal's waist, her gold-clad thighs pressing hard into Gal's ribs. "Still so sure you're walking through me?" Selena panted, her voice raw between clenched teeth.

Selena stood to celebrate, arms raised in triumph, her gold bikini glistening under the arena's spotlights like liquid metal. The crowd's roar was a physical thing--a wall of sound that pressed against her skin, vibrating through her bones--but her attention stayed locked on Gal beneath her. The taller woman's chest heaved, her amber bikini straps twisted and loose from the struggle, one dark strap dangling off her shoulder like a surrender flag. Selena's grin widened as she ground her hips down once, hard, relishing the way Gal's breathed.

Selena's fingers barely had time to curl around Gal's wrist before the taller woman twisted, her body rolling and sending Selena sprawling onto the mat instead. Gal pinned her, thighs bracketing Selena's hips with a pressure that burned.

"You were saying?" Gal purred, her voice thick with satisfaction as she loomed over Selena, her amber bikini pressing hot against Selena's gold-clad stomach. Before Selena could retort, Gal's lips twisted into a wicked smirk--and then she spat. A thick, deliberate glob landed square on Selena's cheekbone, sliding down her skin like slow honey.  thousand voices screaming approval or disgust--Selena couldn't tell which, didn't care. Her world narrowed to the wet heat on her face, Gal's breath ghosting over her lips, the way her own pulse hammered against the press of Gal's thighs.

Gal's spit was still sliding down Selena's cheek when the first punch landed--a right hook that snapped Selena's head to the side. She didn't let Selena recover. She hauled Selena up by her hair, fingers tangled in the dark strands, and drove another into her ribs. The sound of Selena's choked groan was lost under the arena's cacophony.

Selena's gasp was more air than sound as Gal's fist sank into her stomach--once, twice--each blow landing like a sledgehammer against her abs. The gold fabric of her bikini did nothing to cushion the impact, the thin material pressing hard into her skin with every brutal punch. She doubled over instinctively, but Gal didn't let her crumple. A hand fisted in her hair, yanking her back upright just in time for the next strike to land, knuckles driving deep.

Selena tackled her. Her body was a compact, golden blur as she launched herself at Gal, teeth bared, the remnants of Gal's spit still slick on her cheekbone. The taller woman barely had time to brace before Selena's arms wrapped around Gal's hips, sending them both crashing into the mat.

They rolled along the mat, slaughtering each other. Selena bit Gal's shoulder; Gal retaliated by twisting her fingers into Selena's bikini bottom and yanking until the fabric dug into her ass crack like a punishment. The crowd's screams were white noise beneath the sound of their panting, the smack of skin on skin, and the grunting.

Gal's back hit the ringside barrier with a crack that echoed louder than the crowd's collective gasp--Selena's momentum had sent them both flying through the ropes in a tangle of limbs and bikini strings. The gold and amber fabrics blurred together as they tumbled onto the unforgiving concrete floor, Selena's elbow driving into Gal's ribs on impact. Gal wheezed, but her grip on Selena's waist never loosened, rolling them until Selena's bare shoulders scraped against the rough arena floor.

The Jumbotron flickered for a split second before zooming in--Selena's gold bikini bottom riding up so high it practically disappeared between her cheeks, the thin fabric stretched taut as piano wire.  A thousand phones lifting at once to capture the moment.

Gal's palm cracked against Selena's ass with a sound so sharp it cut through the arena's noise like a gunshot. The gold fabric of Selena's bikini bottom snapped tight against her skin, the thin material doing nothing to muffle the impact--just amplifying it, turning the smack into something electric. Selena's ass reddened. The sting blooming hot and immediate.

Selena's knee found Gal's thigh--a glancing blow, but enough to make the taller woman hiss--before they rolled again, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled in each other's limbs. The concrete floor scraped against Selena's back as Gal leveraged her weight, but Selena twisted at the last second, flipping them so Gal's shoulder blades hit the ground with a thud that rattled her teeth.

They hissed and spat like alley cats fighting over territory, their lips curled back from their teeth as Gal's fingers knotted in Selena's hair, yanking her head back hard enough to make her spine arch. Selena's retaliation was immediate--she sank her teeth into the meat of Gal's forearm, tasting salt and sweat, her growl vibrating against Gal's skin. The taller woman hissed, but her grip only tightened, her other hand slapping against Selena's ass again.

Gal yanked--hard--and the bikini bottom tore free. The shredded fabric dangled from Gal's fist like a trophy, Selena's sweaty and jiggling asscheeks gleaming under the spotlights.

Selena escaped--not gracefully, not cleanly, but with the kind of desperate, scrambling instinct that sent her bare heels kicking against the concrete as she dragged herself free from Gal's grip. The torn remnants of her gold bikini bottom fluttered to the floor like a defeated flag, leaving her ass exposed to the arena's hungry gaze. She didn't care. The sting of the slap still burned, but the adrenaline turned it into fuel, her muscles coiling as she rolled onto her knees and launched herself at Gal again, teeth bared.

Gal's bare foot planted square against Selena's sternum--not hard enough to break ribs, but with enough force to send her skidding backward across the concrete floor. The friction burned against Selena's bare thighs and ass, the sting secondary to the rush of air forced from her lungs. She caught herself just before her shoulders hit the metal barricade. Gal was already stalking forward, the remnants of Selena's gold bikini bottom now dangling from her teeth like a war prize.

Selena scrambled backward on her elbows, her bare ass scraping against the rough concrete--one desperate inch at a time. The crowd's howls blurred into static as she kicked out blindly, her toes curling against the cold floor. Then Gal's fingers locked around her ankle like a vise, jerking her back mid-crawl. Selena's hips hit the ground with a jolt that sent a shockwave up her spine.

Gal's grip on Selena's ankle was ironclad, her fingers digging into the soft flesh just above the bone as she began dragging her backward across the concrete--not with slow, taunting deliberation, but with the rough, jerking momentum of someone who'd lost patience for games. Selena's bare shoulders scraped against the unforgiving floor, the friction burning stripes of heat down her spine, but she barely registered the pain over the adrenaline singing in her veins. The gold strings of her bikini top snapped against her ribs with every uneven tug, the remaining fabric barely clinging to her breasts as Gal hauled her toward the ring steps like a hunter dragging prey back to its den.

Selena's back hit the steel ring steps with a hollow clang that reverberated through her bones--Gal's momentum sending her flying like a discarded ragdoll. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, her gold bikini top untying as she slid down the steps, each metal edge biting into her bare skin. Her vision whited out for a second, the pain radiating up her spine. Before she could roll away, Gal's hands were on her again--one fisting in her hair, the other gripping one of Selena's cute little buttchheks--and then she was airborne, her body spinning in a brutal half-arc before flipping over the bottom rope back into the ring.

Selena gasped as Gal's feet pressed  against the insides of her knees, leveraging her longer legs to force Selena's thighs apart with relentless precision.

Selena cried out--not in pain, not in protest, but with a ragged, furious sound that ripped from her throat as Gal's feet pushed harder, forcing her legs wider against the mat. Gal's spit still glistened on her cheekbone, catching the arena lights like a war paint streak, but Selena's eyes burned brighter--wet with tears she refused to let fall, pupils blown wide with adrenaline and something darker. Her fingers clawed at Gal's ankles instead.

Selena's fingers trembled against Gal's ankles, her knuckles whitening as she tried--and failed--to pry the taller woman's feet from between her thighs. A ragged sob tore from her throat, her chest heaving with the effort of each breath.

"Stop--*please*," she gasped, the words barely louder than the slap of skin against skin as her hips jerked involuntarily against the pressure.

The bell clanged--three sharp, metallic rings that sliced through the arena's chaos like a cleaver. Gal's feet were still wedged between Selena's thighs. Selena's fingers dug into Gal's ankles,

Gal let her go--not gently, not with mercy, but with the abruptness of a predator momentarily sated. The pressure between Selena's thighs vanished like a snapped rubber band, leaving her gasping against the mat, her legs splayed open like a broken doll's. The crowd's roar crested and broke over them both, a tidal wave of sound that made the ring ropes vibrate. Gal grinned.

Second Round: Milly Alcock vs Gal Gadot

[Giddy Up]

Poor Selena gave it her all, but never really had a chance.

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It was a spirited attempt, wasn't it

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