Katy Perry, who is 28 years old, stands 5'8", and weighs 59kg, has, in an unfortunate moment, overheard Lindsay Hayward, 26 years, 6'9" tall, and weighing 109kg, making derogative remarks about Katy's 'squeaky singing and trashy tracks'.
Katy has been furious for days about Lindsay's gossip - so much so that she's not at all afraid of the girl, and determined to challenge her to a physical contest in order to 'teach her some respect'.
KATY ABOUT LINDSAY: 'That big ugly bitch, she's nothing but a fat blob, and I'm gonna make her sorry for all the shit she's been telling everywhere about me!'
LINDSAY ABOUT KATY: '(laughs) Oooooh my god...I'm just so fucking laughing my head off! The little girl with the squeaky little voice wants a fight?? You can tell her, I'm gonna rip her fucking head off and stuff it up her arse...if I can tell which is which (laughs again)!'
KATY: 'Yeah, right...that degenerated bag of fat is so full of her own fucking shit! Tell her I want a three stage fight with her - first, I'm gonna pin her down in an armwrestling contest, then squeeze the fucking shit out of her with a bear hug, and if she's got any fight left in her at all after that I'm gonna finish her off in a freestyle wrestling match!'
LINDSAY: 'She wants...what?? Gawd, if I put my arms round that skinny thing her bones turn to jelly, how does she wanna wrestle me after that, the stupid girl?'
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Finally, the two ladies meet in a gym they rented for the occasion. Katy, her jet black hair tied back in a ponytail, wears a black latex leotard and red patent leather pumps with stiletto heels. Lindsay is dressed in a red nylon leotard and flat sandals, her short blonde hair brushed backward.
At the sight of Lindsay, Katy is keener than ever on having the fight with the hated rival. She walks straight up to her, stares up at the tall woman and spits hatefully, 'Right, bitch! Let's get this done!'
Lindsay looks down at Katy mockingly, and says, 'Well, well...all done up as the cheap whore which you are, aren't you!'
Katy almost trembles with anger, and hisses at Lindsay, 'You ugly overweight fucking brat! Let's fight, you fucked up moron!'
Lindsay looks at Katy's feet and says, 'You know that the fighting is done barefoot, don't you?'
She shakes off her sandals, and stares down at Katy.
Katy, reluctantly, steps out of her five inch heels. Standing suddenly in bare feet in front of the thirteen inches taller woman and not even reaching her shoulders, for a short moment Katy feels dismayed. However, she beats down the fleeting sensation of insecurity, draws herself up to he full height and demands, 'We agreed on starting off with armwrestling - let's get on with it!'
Lindsay slowly walks over to an armwrestling table in a corner of the room. Katy follows her, and not being observed for a moment she flexes her right biceps, feeling it with the fingers of her left hand, to reassure herself of her well trained muscle's strength.
Standing opposite each other at the table, the two ladies join hands. Katy's hand disappears in Lindsay's; Katy stares at Lindsay's enormous shoulders while Lindsay, for the first time, notices that Katy does seem to have power in her well toned arms. Katy has another flurry of self doubt looking at Lindsay's huge hand completely engulfing her own, but she relaxes her arm and shoulder for a moment to be ready for the battle, determined to stand up to her hated enemy.
Lindsay says quietly, 'OK, little girl...you say when...'
Katy looks up at her with her face showing determination and hatred. Then, she takes a deep breath, and quickly says...'Go!'...
