Reese Witherspoon bounced on her toes, her pink bikini sparkling under the bright lights. Her blue eyes locked onto Julia Roberts across the ring. Julia stood tall in her red bikini, hands on her hips. The crowd roared so loud the floor shook. Reese wiped sweat from her forehead. "You ready for this, Pretty Woman?" she yelled over the noise.
The 5'1 Reese was ready to climb the 5'9 Julia and beat the shit out of her. Reese charged first, her blonde ponytail whipping behind her. Julia met her halfway, their bodies colliding with a loud smack that echoed through Madison Square Garden. The crowd jumped to their feet, screaming wildly as the two movie stars grappled in the center of the ring. Reese tried to lock her arms around Julia's waist, but Julia pushed her away with a sharp shove. "Not today, Legally Blonde!" Julia shouted, her famous laugh lines tightening into a fierce scowl.
Reese stumbled backward, her bare feet sliding on the canvas. She caught herself on the ropes, the elastic cords vibrating against her palms. The smell of popcorn and sweat filled the air as she glared at Julia. Reese lunged again, this time ducking low to tackle Julia's legs. Her shoulder slammed into Julia's thigh, sending the taller woman staggering. Julia's hand shot out, grabbing Reese's bikini top strap for balance. The fabric stretched dangerously as Reese yelped, scrambling to break free before it snapped.
Julia grinned, her eyes flashing with fierce determination. With one sharp, twisting motion, she ripped Reese's pink bikini top clean off. The sparkly fabric flew through the air like a wounded butterfly before landing near the ropes. A collective gasp rose from the crowd, followed by wild cheers and camera flashes exploding like fireworks. Reese froze, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest as her cheeks flushed crimson. The bright lights felt suddenly hotter on her skin. Julia smirked, circling her like a shark. "Looks like someone's feeling a little exposed!"
Reese didn't waste time being embarrassed. Fury burned hotter than the spotlight. She charged, her bare feet pounding the canvas. Julia braced herself, hands raised. But Reese didn't aim for a tackle this time. She lunged low, driving her shoulder hard into Julia's stomach. The air whooshed out of Julia in a surprised grunt. Reese pushed with all her might, driving Julia backward until her back slammed against the turnbuckle. The metal pad shuddered. Julia gasped, her famous smile gone, replaced by wide-eyed shock as Reese pressed her advantage.
Julia shoved Reese's head down, trying to break free. Reese just dug her shoulder deeper, grinding it into Julia's ribs. The crowd screamed, half chanting "Reese! Reese!" and the other half roaring "Julia! Julia!" The sound was a physical wave crashing over the ring. Reese looked up, her blue eyes blazing inches from Julia's face. "Not so pretty now, huh?" Reese spat. Julia's eyes narrowed. She stopped struggling for a second, gathering her strength. Then, with a surge of power, she shoved Reese back hard. Reese stumbled, arms pinwheeling. Julia didn't let her recover. She stepped forward, fist cocked back. Before Reese could raise her arms, Julia snapped her arm forward. Her knuckles cracked against Reese's mouth. Hard.
Reese's head snapped back. A spray of sweat flew through the spotlight. She staggered, blinking rapidly. The crowd gasped, then roared even louder. Julia pressed her advantage. She grabbed Reese's shoulders, spun her around, and drove a knee into Reese's lower back. Reese cried out, the sound sharp and pained, echoing in the sudden hush that followed the impact. Julia didn't stop. She wrapped an arm around Reese's throat, locking her in a tight headlock. With her other hand, she grabbed a handful of Reese's blonde ponytail and yanked hard, forcing Reese's head back.
Julia leaned close, her breath on Reese's ear. "How's that for a red carpet moment?" she hissed. Reese gasped, clawing at Julia's forearm. Her bare skin was slick with sweat. Julia tightened her grip, squeezing Reese's throat. The crowd noise became a distant buzz in Reese's ears. She could see the bright lights above, fuzzy and haloed. Panic flared. She stomped hard on Julia's bare foot. Julia yelped, her grip loosening just enough. Reese twisted violently, breaking free. She spun, chest heaving. Her breasts bounced freely with each ragged breath, pale skin flushed pink under the harsh glare. Camera flashes popped.
Reese didn't cover up. Fury took over. She lunged, not for a punch, but a wild, open-handed slap. It cracked across Julia's face, snapping her head sideways. A red mark bloomed instantly on Julia's cheek. Julia staggered back, stunned. Reese followed, relentless. She grabbed Julia's red bikini top with both hands. With a furious roar, she yanked down hard. The flimsy fabric tore apart. The top fell away, leaving Julia exposed. The crowd screamed, a wall of sound. Julia froze, arms flying up to cover herself, her expression a mix of shock and rage. Reese didn't pause. She drove a knee hard into Julia's stomach. Julia doubled over, gasping.
Reese grabbed Julia's dark hair. She pulled her head back, forcing her to look up. Julia's eyes were wide, watering. Reese reared back and slammed her forehead straight into Julia's nose. Julia cried out, a raw, pained sound. Reese shoved her backward. Julia stumbled, tripped over her own feet, and crashed onto the mat in the turnbuckle. She landed hard on her back, the impact shaking the ring ropes. She curled up there, dazed, her tits heaving.
Reese stomped her deeper into the corner turnbuckle, each step making the ring ropes groan. Julia tried to curl up, arms instinctively crossing over her bare chest, but Reese kicked her exposed ribs. A sharp cry tore from Julia’s throat. The crowd’s roar was a living thing, shaking the arena floor. Reese grabbed Julia’s dark hair, yanking her head up. "Not laughing now, are you?" she snarled. Julia spat in her face, her eyes blazing. Reese slammed her forehead into Julia’s face again. Julia’s head snapped back against the padded metal, her face a mess of sweat and hair strands.
Reese went crazy with the headbutts, smashing her forehead into Julia's face over and over. Each impact made a sound that echoed through the arena. Julia slumped against the turnbuckle, dazed and groaning. Reese finally stopped, breathing hard, her own forehead smeared with sweat and strands of julia's hair.
That's when Reese got a wild look in her eyes. She grabbed Julia's hips and slammed her own body against Julia's. She started grinding hard against Julia, rubbing her bikini bottom against Julia's bare stomach and legs. It was rough and mean, not sexy at all. Reese was dry humping her right there in the corner. The crowd went absolutely nuts, screaming and stomping their feet. Julia tried to push her away, but she was too weak from the headbutts. She could only moan in pain and disgust.
Reese kept grinding faster and harder. Her face twisted up. She let out a loud, guttural groan that echoed over the crowd noise. Her whole body jerked and shuddered against Julia. Sweat flew off Reese's skin as she trembled. Julia turned her head away, trying to avoid Reese's crazed eyes. But Reese grabbed Julia's hair and forced her face back. "Take it, Pretty Woman!" Reese gasped. Her breath came in ragged bursts as she finally stopped moving. She slumped against Julia, panting. The smell of sweat filled the air. Julia gagged, her face pale.
Julia mumbled, "I'm going to kill you, bitch." Her voice was thick and slurred, cum trickling from her face down her tits. Reese just laughed, a harsh, breathless sound. She pushed off Julia's limp body, leaving dark sweat prints on Julia's skin. The crowd was still roaring, a deafening wave of noise that vibrated in Reese's chest. She raised her arms, soaking in the cheers, her bare chest heaving. Camera flashes lit up her triumphant grin.
She grabbed Julia's hair and went back to beating her in the corner. Reese's knuckles cracked against Julia's temple, a sharp smack echoing off the canvas. Julia's head bounced off the corner post, her dark hair plastered across her sweat-slicked face. Reese didn't pause—she brought down a kick into Julia's ribs, the dull thud making the taller woman gasp and curl inward. Each blow was methodical, brutal, the crowd's roar swelling with every impact. Julia tried to shield her face, but Reese yanked her arms down, exposing her again. "Stay still!" Reese snarled, driving a knee into Julia's pussy, the fabric of Julia's torn bikini bottom stretched thin as she writhed.
In a desperate move, Julia swung her forearm up between Reese's legs: Bullseye. She hit Reese right in her pussy. Reese gasped sharply, her eyes going wide as she stumbled backward. Julia seized the moment. She shoved Reese off and scrambled to her feet, ignoring the stinging pain in her ribs. Her torn bikini bottom barely clung to her hips as she charged. She tackled Reese around the waist, driving her backward. They crashed onto the mat near the ropes, Reese landing hard on her back with Julia on top. The impact shook the ring. Julia pinned Reese's shoulders down with her knees, pressing hard into Reese's bare skin. She raised her fist high, knuckles gleaming under the bright lights. "This ends now!" Julia shouted, her voice raw but fierce. She brought her fist down like a hammer. Reese twisted desperately. The punch missed her face but slammed into her collarbone instead. A sharp crack echoed, and Reese screamed, her body arching off the mat in agony. Then Julia summoned all her energy by climbing to the top rope; she jumped and came smashing down onto Reese.
Julia knocked herself out but landed in a position that counted as a pin attempt. The ref began the count and got to two--Reese weakly kicked out. Julia was out cold on top of her. Reese managed to roll Julia off her body and crawled away. Both women were down. Julia remained motionless. Reese crawled over to Julia and rolled her onto her back. Julia's face was a mess--cum trickling down her chin onto her tits. Reese grabbed Julia's hair and pulled her head up. "Wake up, bitch!" Reese slapped Julia hard across the face. Julia's eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. Reese slapped her again. "I said, wake up!" Julia groaned, her head lolling. Reese dragged Julia to her feet by her hair. Julia stumbled, barely able to stand. Reese shoved her toward the ropes. Julia bounced off and staggered back toward Reese. Reese caught her in a bear hug, lifted her off her feet, and slammed her down hard onto the mat. The impact echoed through the silent arena. Julia lay motionless, her chest barely rising. Reese climbed onto the turnbuckle, wobbling slightly. She leaped off, aiming an elbow drop right onto Julia's exposed ribs. Julia's body jerked violently as Reese's elbow connected. A sickening crack echoed. Julia didn't move. Reese rolled onto her, breathing heavily. The ref began the count. One... two... A KICK OUT! Julia's arm shot up at the last second. Reese stared in disbelief. Julia slowly rolled onto her stomach, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. She crawled toward the ropes, using them to pull herself up. Reese charged, aiming a kick at Julia's head. Julia ducked, and Reese's foot slammed into the turnbuckle pad. Reese cried out in pain, hopping on one foot. Julia spun around, her eyes blazing. She grabbed Reese's hair and slammed her face-first into the turnbuckle. Reese crumpled to the mat, stunned. Julia climbed the ropes, shaky but determined. She leaped off, aiming a leg drop right across Reese's throat. Reese gagged, clutching her neck. Julia crawled on top of her for the pin. One... two... THR--Reese kicked out. Both women lay exhausted on the mat as the camera zoomed in on their half-naked bodies--sweaty and slick. The crowd roaring louder than ever.
They got up at the same time. Both women staggered to their feet simultaneously, leaning heavily on the ropes for support. Their chests heaved, sweat dripping from their chins onto the canvas below. Reese her eyes locked on Julia.. The crowd's roar became a rhythmic chant—"Fight! Fight! Fight!"—as the two movie stars pushed off the ropes and stumbled toward each other. Reese swung a wild right hook. Julia ducked under it, driving her shoulder into Reese's midsection. They crashed to the mat again in a tangle of limbs, rolling near the edge of the ring.
Reese ended up on top, straddling Julia's waist. She rained down punches—short, sharp jabs to Julia's ribs and stomach. Each blow drew a pained grunt. Julia bucked wildly, trying to throw Reese off. She got a hand free and clawed at Reese's face, nails scraping red lines down her cheek. Reese hissed, grabbing Julia's wrist and slamming it against the mat. Julia used her free hand to grab a fistful of Reese's blonde hair, yanking hard. Reese screamed, her head snapping back. Julia rolled them over, pinning Reese beneath her. She pressed her forearm across Reese's throat, leaning all her weight down. Reese gagged, her face turning red as she scrabbled at Julia's back, leaving angry red scratches.
Above them, the arena's giant jumbotron flickered. The camera zoomed in tight—too tight. Reese's bare breasts bounced wildly with each desperate gasp, sweat glistening on pale skin. The crowd roared louder, a hungry sound. The screen cut to Julia's muscular backside flexing as she strained to keep Reese pinned. Her red bikini bottom dug deep into her curves, fabric stretched taut over shifting muscle. Camera flashes exploded like constant lightning, freezing every jiggle and tremor in stark, unforgiving detail.
Julia leaned harder, her forearm crushing Reese's windpipe. Reese's eyes bulged. Her hands scrabbled uselessly against Julia's slick shoulders. Then Reese bucked upward with a desperate surge of strength. Julia flew sideways, losing her grip. Both women rolled across the canvas—a tangle of limbs and sweat—and crashed through the ropes together. They hit the padded arena floor with twin thuds, rolling apart onto the cold concrete. The crowd gasped, leaning forward as one.
Reese scrambled up first, her bare feet slapping the concrete. She grabbed Julia's ankle before the taller woman could rise and yanked hard. Julia slid across the floor, her bikini bottom scraping against rough cement. Reese hauled her upright by her hair. "Get up!" she snarled. Julia swung a wild backhand. Reese ducked, then drove a knee into Julia's gut. Julia doubled over, coughing. The crowd pressed closer. Hands reached out—some pushing, some grabbing—as fans surged forward. Reese shoved Julia backward into a sea of bodies. They stumbled together, swallowed by the roaring mob.
Julia stumbled into a folding chair left ringside. She grabbed it, swung it wildly. Metal legs whistling through the air. Reese ducked, the chair sailing overhead. Before Julia could recover, Reese snatched another chair. She swung low. Steel legs cracked against Julia's knee. Julia cried out, buckling. Reese swung again. The chair back slammed into Julia's ribs. A sickening crunch echoed. Julia folded, gasping. Reese raised the chair high. She brought it down like an axe. Julia rolled. Metal smashed concrete where her head had been. Sparks flew. The crowd roared.
Reese swung again; Julia made her miss again. The chair clanged against the concrete floor, sending vibrations up Reese's arms. Julia scrambled backward on her hands and knees, coughing. Sweat dripped from her chin onto the dusty floor. Reese advanced, chair raised high. Julia's hand shot out, grabbing a discarded plastic cup half-full of warm beer. She hurled it. Foamy liquid splashed across Reese's face and bare chest. Reese blinked, momentarily blinded. Julia lunged, tackling Reese around the waist. Air exploded from Reese's lungs.
They crashed onto the hard concrete. Julia landed on top, her weight pinning Reese down. Before Reese could react, Julia hauled her up by the hair and slammed her face-first into the barricade. Reese slumped, dazed. Julia grabbed Reese's blonde ponytail again, yanking her head back. "Payback's a bitch, Legally Blonde!" Julia snarled. Her fist cracked Reese's jaw once, twice, three times. Reese's head snapped sideways with each blow, spit spraying from her lip onto Julia's arm. She shoved Reese face-down onto the concrete. She planted a knee in Reese's lower back, grinding hard. Reese screamed into the floor.
Julia stood up. She looked down at Reese's sprawled form. Her bare foot lifted. She stomped down hard on Reese's ribs. Reese gasped, curling inward. Julia stomped again. And again. Each blow landed with brutal force—on Reese's shoulder blade, her lower back, her hip. Reese
writhed, trying to shield herself, but Julia just kicked her arms away. "Stay down!" Julia roared. Her foot slammed onto Reese's thigh, grinding her bare skin against the gritty concrete. Reese cried out, her voice ragged. Julia stomped her ribs again. Reese curled tighter, coughing violently.
Julia paused. She stared at Reese's exposed chest—the pale skin flushed pink, sweat-slicked and trembling with each labored breath. A slow, vicious smile spread across Julia's bruised face. She lifted her foot high. The crowd screamed, sensing what was coming. Julia brought her heel down—hard—onto Reese's right breast. The impact was sickeningly loud. Reese screamed, a raw, animal sound that tore through the arena. Julia didn't stop. She stomped Reese's other breast with the same brutal force. Then again. And again. Her bare foot slammed down relentlessly—heel digging into soft flesh, grinding against ribs. Reese thrashed wildly, arms flailing uselessly. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with sweat and dust. Julia kept stomping—methodical, cruel—each blow punctuated by Reese's choked sobs and the crowd's frenzied roar.
Julia finally stopped. She bent down, grabbed Reese's blonde hair, and hauled her upright. Reese sagged, barely conscious, her chest a mess of red welts and deep bruises. Julia dragged her toward the ring, Reese's bare feet scraping against the concrete. Each step was agony. Reese whimpered, her legs buckling. Julia just tightened her grip on Reese's hair and kept pulling. The crowd parted like a red sea, hands reaching out to slap Reese's exposed back and ass as they passed. Julia shoved Reese's face against the ring apron. "Climb, bitch!" she hissed. Reese clawed weakly at the canvas edge. Julia grabbed Reese's torn bikini bottom and shoved her upward. Reese collapsed face-first onto the ring floor, her body limp.
Julia slid into the ring after her. She rolled Reese onto her back. Reese blinked up at the blinding lights, her breathing shallow and wet. Julia straddled Reese's waist, pinning her down. She grabbed both of Reese's wrists and hauled them up above Reese's head. Then Julia hooked her arms under Reese's shoulders, locking her hands behind Reese's neck. The *full nelson*. Julia leaned forward, her full weight pressing down. Reese's arms screamed. Her shoulders felt like they were being ripped from their sockets. She arched her back, trying to relieve the pressure, but Julia just leaned harder. Reese's bare chest heaved, the bruised flesh trembling with each ragged gasp. "Hurts, doesn't it?" Julia growled, her breath on Reese's ear. She squeezed tighter. Reese cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks. The crowd roared its approval.
Julia didn't let go. She held the nelson, grinding her hips down onto Reese's stomach. Reese could only gasp and writhe beneath her. Julia leaned close, her lips almost touching Reese's ear. "Say it," she hissed. "Say you're done." Reese shook her head weakly, a strangled sob escaping her lips. Julia shifted her weight, driving her knee hard into Reese's ribs. Reese screamed, her body jerking violently. "SAY IT!" Julia roared. The pressure on Reese's neck and shoulders was unbearable. The pain was everywhere – her crushed chest, her burning ribs, her screaming shoulders. She couldn't fight it anymore. Her body went limp. Her head lolled to the side. "I... I'm done," Reese choked out, her voice a broken whisper. "I submit."
