"I've been calling you for the last three days!"
Las Vegas, Nevada. Vanessa Hudgens slammed the door to Cat’s office and stormed to the seat across from her. Vanessa looked jet-lagged and haggard, and shifted nervously in a clingy white tank top and shorts.
Catherine sighed and rubbed her temple. This wasn’t a confrontation she was looking forward to, but the increasingly angry voicemails on her machine were a sure sign it was going to happen eventually.
As if the week hadn't been rough enough. She tried to block out all thoughts of Charlize (and the presidential suite at the Bellagio!) and be the Catherine Bell everyone knew and expected. Stern, logical, professional. “Vanessa, I don’t have anything to say to you. And I don’t know what you could possibly want from me.”
“You know, it’s bad enough that Charlize fucking broke Rosario, and you’re basically REWARDING her for it and letting her pick her own fights…” Vanessa had planned out this very compelling speech in her head about why this shouldn’t be happening, but now that she was actually in front of the General Manager, she just wanted to fly into a rage. “You’ve got me doing press right after a taping? I’m going to be exhausted. I’m not going to be dressed right –“
“Charlize is the champion.” Catherine was already hating this conversation. Everything Vanessa was saying was completely right, and that made it harder to hear. “Things happen on her timetable, when she’s available. I understand that the schedule is inconvenient for YOU but –“
“It’s BIASED, okay?” Vanessa’s eyes boggled as she pointed out the obvious. "I’m going to be completely fucked up if I’m even there at all! You know, all year people have been saying that you couldn’t be fair because you and Charlize were… whatever you two were. Or are, or whatever. And I’ve always stuck up for you, but –“
“You do not know me.” Catherine stopped her with a cold, bitter chuckle. "And even if you did, this isn’t about me. You made that stupid tweet, you pissed off one of the big girls and you have to deal with whatever happens. Stop trying to make this about me!”
Vanessa stomped in frustration and headed out – but her stomach sank as she saw Kristen Stewart come through the door. Not that Kristen was really that terrifying by herself, but seeing her usually meant –
And no surprise there, Charlize was right behind her, flanked by one of the biggest girls Vanessa had ever seen in person. Whatever Charlize had been laughing about stopped as soon as they made eye contact. Vanessa looked around the small office – three of them completely filling the doorway, one of her, and no room to maneuver. Not good.
"Hey, uh... Charlize, you're just the person I was looking -"
The champion wordlessly lashed her arm out and grabbed Vanessa by the throat. Vanessa winced in pain as Charlize’s hand clawed into her neck. Her hands desperately flew up, clawing and pushing at Charlize’s arms, but she just tightened her grip until Vanessa saw stars and her legs turned into jelly.
Vanessa squinted and flailed about for a few seconds and Charlize stepped forward, propped her free hand under Vanessa’s leg and lifted her up. For a second Vanessa thought she was going to throw her down in the middle of the office, but Charlize spun around and pinned her against the wall.
Vanessa's eyes bugged and she kicked her legs uselessly into the air.
Charlize opened her mouth as if she was going to say something – but instead she just dropped her like a heavy bag of wet laundry and continued on to Cat as if she didn’t exist. Vanessa coughed, still feeling the hand around her throat and looked up at Catherine.
The GM was looking down at some notes, totally ignoring her. If Vanessa had any doubt things were fucked up, this removed them. "You have a fight in fifteen minutes. If you're late you'll be subject to a fine."
Still rubbing her throat, Vanessa softly cursed and limped out of the room.
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As Vanessa walked to the ring, the referee patted her down, walked through the rules, and told her there’d been a change in her scheduled opponent.
“What the
fuck are you talking about?”
The referee shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah uh, the chick from the vampire show got the flu and Cat signed on a last-minute replacement.”
Vanessa’s stomach churned. She fully expected Katy Perry or Laura Prepon or some other ridiculous powerhouse to top off this terrible fucking day. Then the woman slid through the curtain and things get better and worse at the same time.
Hayden Panettiere stormed through wearing a white top and short tights that showed off her smooth, sculpted legs. Vanessa’s jaw tightened – she’d fought this little bitch a half-dozen times already. Over some fucking boy, over a part in some movie, because some drama whore told Hayden that she had said whatever imaginary bullshit. She had way more of a chance against her than Katy or somebody like that, but if she lost, she could count on Hayden making SURE she didn't make it to the presser.
“You look surprised to see me, bitch.” Hayden gave a catty smirk and rolled under the ropes.
“Yeah, I’m surprised you’re not trying to hit me from behind like usual, bitch.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t talk so much shit. Looks like your big fucking mouth got you in trouble again.”
“Fuck you!” Vanessa started to take a couple of steps forward and the referee stood in between them. “Did Charlize let you join her little goon squad, or are you, like, a fucking intern? Probably stirring coffee and giving Kristen massages and shit?”
Hayden started yelling and the two of them started drowning each other out with screams, sandwiching the referee between them and screaming their fucking lungs out. The ref finally stood back and blew a little whistle – if she waited any longer, they’d start fighting anyway.
They still kept yelling back and forth, both of their heads grinding together as if they had intended to walk right through each other. Finally all the week’s bullshit – the fight with Charlize, Catherine’s little excuses, the shame of getting treated like a ragdoll in the office – it all boiled over and Vanessa reached out by the hair and rocketed a forearm at Hayden’s chin.
Hayden screamed and grabbed Vanessa by the hair too, yanking it hard, winding all the way back and smashing her with punch after punch to the skull. Vanessa staggered back in shock at how hard those punches were, but Hayden pounced on top of her, tackled her to the ground and cuffed her across the face her again and again.
“For the record, I can't wait for Charlize to make you bawl like a baby between those legs of hers. But nobody needs to give me ANYTHING to hurt you, you two-bit bitch!”
Hayden slapped her again before pulling her up and throwing her full force into the nearby ropes. Vanessa bounced off holding her back, and Hayden stepped to the side, winded up and gave Vanessa a hard kicking strike to the kneecap as she went flying by. Vanessa let out a loud, low moan and she stumbled skull first onto the canvas.
Hayden gave a devilish smile and took a running start, jumped high into the air and came crashing straight down butt-first on poor Vanessa’s back, scoring another moan. She slowly ground back and forth, soaking in the feeling of Vanessa’s struggling.
“I’m gonna beat your ass, and whatever that does for my career is just a bonus, baby. And you aren’t gonna do shit about it.”
She turns those punches into slaps, looking to intimidate and bully Vanessa, but it doesn’t work out – the little hardbody presses up on her hands and frantically kicks her legs until Hayden topples over onto the canvas.
Vanessa runs towards Hayden to keep her advantage, but Hayden thinks fast - grabs Vanessa by the arm and hoists her up over her hip, slinging her down to the ground. Hayden follows up with two more armdrags before grinding her knee into Vanessa’s shoulder joint. She pulls Vanessa's arm in between her thighs and squeezes, and her voice sounds so smooth, so gentle, so kind, and such a contrast to the suffering she's inflicting.
“I told you that you weren’t gonna do shit about it, didn’t I?”
She took the elbow joint and pulled it back, sending waves of agony through Vanessa's body and cranking her arm viciously. Vanessa grunted in frustration and pain – the two of them were both almost the same physically, but the blonde was a cruel bitch with zero inhibitions.
“Let those tears out, baby, you’re a born bitch and I know you want to start crying.”
And it was true, there were a couple of tears on Vanessa’s mug as the pain poured on, and she just couldn’t escape the hold. Luckily Hayden broke it up for her out of impatience and pulled her up by the hair. With a heavy grunt, Hayden lifted her into the air, spun her around and landed a big spinebuster. Despite being in amazing shape it was very rare that she got a chance to do that to anybody due to her size, and even doing it to Vanessa took a bit out of her.
But Vanessa really didn’t look good. Her back and arms were on fire and Hayden was already pulling her up again. They clinched up and Hayden sent a flurry of fists to her body, banging away at her stomach, head and chest with a series of loud smacking noises. Vanessa loaded up a wild haymaker, and Hayden countered beautifully, ducking the punch and clipping Vanessa with a right of her own that sent her reeling.
She grabbed Vanessa by the hair and smiled.
“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?”
She took a step back and nailed Vanessa in the forehead with a big knee.
“Good! More fun for me.”
She let Vanessa (now sporting a trickling cut on her forehead) slump to the ground in complete agony before Hayden hauls her up by the back of the neck, lets out a blood curdling scream, and tosses her into the opposite corner.
She takes a running start and leaps high into the air, looking to smash her against the turnbuckle, but Vanessa rolls out of the way at the last second and Hayden cringes and flies face first into the corner.
“You fucking TALK too much!” Vanessa follows up, bouncing off the ropes herself and dropping Hayden with a bulldog and flying on top of her, landing punch after punch to the shocked blonde. Hayden covered up and Vanessa vented her frustration, sending shot after shot onto Hayden’s skull.
Still, she was woozy and her arms were starting to get tired, so she pulled Hayden up, tossed her into the ropes and grabbed her by the arm, ripping her down to the canvas.
This wasn’t good. Vanessa was still breathing hard and aching all over, and even though she’d hit Hayden with some good licks, it wasn’t going to be enough to put her away. She kicked Hayden HARD while she was down. “Nobody’s going to hire for you anything when I’m finished with you, that’s a real promise.”
Vanessa pulled her up and went for a bearhug, and Hayden matched her. Their arms clasped tightly around each other’s waists and their breasts pressed in together as they struggled for a position. They seem evenly matched, but before long Hayden’s conditioning came into play – the sick bitch’s nipples were already hard from throwing Vanessa around, and now they're cutting into her and mashing them flat. Vanessa winced and loosened her hold for just a moment and Hayden took advantage, turning the double bearhug to a one-sided mauling. Shit, another dumb decision. For the first time today Vanessa wondered if she should just give up while she still had a little left and get out of there. Vanessa let out a moan and tried to break the hold up, but Hayden stayed on top of her and smiled.
“Aww!” Hayden laughed. “Looks like somebody just doesn’t have it upstairs.”
Vanessa struggled to escape the bear hug and fires her knee into the champion's crotch. Shocked, the blonde bent over in agony and stumbled over to the middle rope.
“You’re not going to have it downstairs, you big mouthed bitch!”
She wound up and landed a big soccer style punt to Hayden's pussy before tossing her to the ground. She took a deep breath and reverse straddled Hayden – this wasn’t her first choice, but if she was going to come out of here alive, she needed some desperate measures.
She bent Hayden’s leg back and dug in deep with the crotch claw, sending waves of pain through a shaking, groaning Hayden.
“Get… your fingers… outta there! I’ll kill you!”
Vanessa snarled, still feeling a little blood running down her face. “Not going ANYWHERE, bitch, and you can spread the word!”
The referee asked Hayden if she wanted to give up, and she screamed out her refusal. Instead she twisted around as much as she could and started punching Vanessa in the ankle. Finally the pain and flared up too much and Vanessa released the claw, and Hayden rolled over, gently sending a pair of fingers down to massage her aching pussy as Vanessa stalked her and looked for an opening to put things away.
She jumped on top of Hayden, but she’s ready, using that momentum and rolling her over. Vanessa strained and rolled her eyes as Hayden pressed down on top of her.
“What's the matter, Nessa? Are you scared of my titties? You know I got really turned on crushing your pathetic little breasts. I bet they'd feel even better resting on top of your face, plugging up your nose - I might even leave you your eyes so you can see how much I'm enjoying it.”
“Ffffuck you –“
“Be VERY careful what you wish for, baby!”
She leaned over and planed a slow, wet kiss on Vanessa's face, sucking softly on her lower lip for just a second. Then she pushed up on Vanessa’s chest and leaned down, slowly lowering the smother into the poor girl’s face.
Vanessa let out a muffled moan as Hayden lined her nose in between her breasts and pushed them forward with her elbows to make a seal.
Finally, she turned to the ref and said, “What the fuck are you staring for, do it!”
The referee started counting, but amazingly, around 8 Vanessa managed to bridge out, topping the aggressive blonde over while gasping for air! Now in even worse shape, Vanessa rolled out of the ring It was a smart move that would give her a little time to catch her breath, but it didn’t buy her too much time.
Hayden wiped a little blood off of her cleavage with a very disgusted expression. “You fucking nasty bitch!”
She rolled under the ropes and Vanessa struggled to her feet just in time to catch a couple of hard jabs from the buff little blonde. Vanessa pushed off with a heavy front kick and rolled back into the ring. Hayden still smelled blood in the water and rushed after her, only to get a couple of hard knees to the skull as she tried to get through the ropes. Desperate, Vanessa pulled her into the ring, kneeing her in the ribs a couple of times before dropping her on the skull with a DDT.
It was very rare for girls here to go for a pinfall cover – but Vanessa was hurting and wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. Still the cover only got a two count. She needed a little more.
Still struggling with a lack of energy, she went for the deadliest thing she could think of – jumping into the air and landing a legrop right on Hayden's jaw. She bounces on the ropes and hits a second one. Then she comes off the ropes looking to go to the well again – Hayden sprung up to her knees and tried to charge, but she runs right into a high knee from Vanessa that sent her toppling over.
Vanessa pounced on Hayden, hitting her with forearm after forearm before dragging her to the very center of the ring by the hair and splashed down with her full weight on Hayden’s body.
“It’s time for you to get a taste of your own medicine, right now.” Vanessa settled down on top of her, pressing her breasts onto Hayden’s airways and making a tight seal.
Hayden’s legs kicked and bucked hatefully as the seconds ticked by and Vanessa held on to the back of her head for dear life and wriggled her torso, overpowering her victim’s nose and mouth before intertwining their legs together, spreading them in a humiliating grapevine pin that was just a small piece of fabric away from showing off her pussy to the world.
“Mmmff!” Hayden’s struggles started to weaken and she knew she was completely finished if she couldn’t get some air RIGHT NOW, but she could barely push at all thanks to that grapevine. The panic and terror peaked inside of her and then it started to decline…
Vanessa let out her first laugh of the day thanks to the joy of an impending, hard-earned victory. “I feel you going to sleep under there. Still think my tits are pathetic? I should tear those things off your body.”
Hayden swept her legs around uselessly before she stopped moving and laid completely still. Vanessa showed off her more vicious side and held the hold even tighter as the referee picked Hayden’s arms up once… then twice… then blew the whistle on the formality.
Vanessa is clearly exhausted both by her own smother and the unholy beating Hayden laid onto her throughout the fight, but she still climbs up to her knees, then her feet, leaving the mean blonde flat, flushed faced and knocked out.
Shit. As good as it felt, she didn't exactly feel like a winner. She was punch drunk, breathing heavy, and now she somehow needed to change clothes and deal with Theron and her gaggle of bitches. She limped towards the ropes, propped herself up and considered her next move...
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