Dakota Fanning
Sammi Hanratty"Why? Why? Why?!?" the blonde shriekes, throwing herself on the sofa and burying her face in a pillow as she cried out. "Why am I being treated this way?"
'Maybe because you've always been an insufferable bitch?' her much put-upon personal assistant silently thinks as she rolls her eyes. Tirades like this happened three or four times a week, and she was very much over it.
However, Dakota couldn't care less what her assistant thought.
She was the most important person in the room, not some mere
employee. Sitting up, she flings the pillow across the room and pouts. "The stupid Shailene Woodley got the lead in
ALLEGIANT instead of me, and everybody knows I would have been perfect for that part. And that was after that dumb Abigail Breslin got
FINAL GIRL over me. And even my little sister, Elle,"...and she spits out her sibling's name with particular venom..."got the co-lead in MALEFICENT over me!" And what jobs have I been getting? Voices for video games and English language versions of foreign cartoons, that's what!" She balls her fists and slams them down on the cushion of the sofa.
"Why? Why can't Hollywood see that I'm the Meryl Streep of the 21st Century? Why must my genius go unappreciated?" she whines, this time casting a glare at her assistant, looking for some word of reassurance. In her head, the aide says,
'Again, the bitch thing', but she wisely strikes a more deferential tone in her response: "Producers are incredibly short-sighted...they usually don't know real talent when they see it. And also, even though you'll be 21 soon, Hollywood still seems to see you as a child actress. You need to change that impression."
Fanning pondered the advice for several minutes, and her assistant was thankful for the silence. Finally, in a matter-of-fact tone, Dakota says, "I know what needs to be done. I need to show Hollywood I'm not a child any longer."
"Brilliant, Ms. Fanning," the aide says with ano roll of her eyes.
Ignoring the other woman, Dakota continues, "The powerful in this town need to see me as grown up...sexy...sultry...but tough. And I know just how to do that. What was that invitation I turned down last year, the one from that dot com billionaire?"
"The celebrity catfight, Ms. Fanning."
"Yes, yes...that's perfect! I'll fight some other actress in front of an audience of producers and directors, beat her, and the Oscar-winning roles will come flowing in! You know, I've heard this is how Halle Berry made her career." With a grin of mischief upon her face and a malevolent glint in her eyes, Dakota rubs her hands together, savoring the thought of taking out her frustrations on some lesser talent.
For her part, the personal assistant was enjoying the mental vision of her diva boss getting her ass handed to her.
***
This being Dakota's first fight, it was decided to put her up against another first-time fighter, Sammi Hanratty. Arrangements were made, and soon the night for their confrontation had come.
In accordance with her intention to show herself off as a woman, and not a young girl, Dakota demanded that the two of them fight wearing sexy lingerie. Sammi didn't mind at all...she enjoyed the approving looks of men, and a lacy teddy would only compliment her sexy cuteness, she knew.
Like Fanning, this would be Hanratty's first official catfight. She'd never met Dakota before, but she'd heard enough horror stories about what a raging bitch she is to know she wouldn't like her. As for Dakota, she didn't give a damn who liked her. All she wanted was respect and awe-struck adoration...and, after tonight, Sammi's fear.
The West Coast elite who had gathered to witness this contest came more than a little bemused by the notion of Dakota Fanning as a catfighter. "She's not that good of an actress to make me ever believe that," joked one film producer prior to the start of hostilities, and there were plenty of chuckles from those who heard him, signifying it was a widely-held conclusion. But Fanning was oblivious to such things, as she was absolutely convinced that everyone recognized her thespian brilliance. Such a monumental ego could serve her well in the world of celeb catfighting.
With the match begun, both blondes began tentatively and clumsily. Although each had received crash courses in wrestling, both Sammi and Dakota exercised extreme caution in the opening minutes. But soon enough, adrenalin and ambition mixed potently enough for the two young beauties to finally throw themselves at one another. They stumbled as one across the room, then tumbled to the floor, a tangle of limbs as they rolled back and forth on the carpet.
Their alabaster skin glistened with sweat as high-pitched squeals and squeaks punctuated their labored panting for breath. The holds they applied on each other were crude, but effective. Special emphasis was placed on twisting and bending arms and legs, and on the cattier side of the spectrum, ripping at flaxen hair and squeezing pert breasts.
As the fight progressed, Hanratty seemed to be claiming control of the action, so much so that she began taunting her opponent. "C'mon, little girl...I thought you were going to be a challenge?" As her smug giggled in Dakota's ears, Fanning's blood boiled. Suddenly with an animal roar, she lunged at her startled adversary, tacking her to the floor. Sitting astride Sammi, Dakota balled her fists and began wildly hammering away at her rival's face and head. Then, halting her pummeling, she reached a hand behind her and clamped a clawhold onto her foe's womanhood! Hanratty howled in anguish, her thin lace panties offering scant protection as Fanning tightened her grip.
Tears streaming down her face, Sammi gave a sob of relief as her tormentor finally released her death grip...but the mercy was short-lived, as Dakota climbed to her feet, and then began stomping away at the breasts, belly and thighs of her prone rival. Then, reaching down, she grabbed Sammi's matted mane and pulled her up like a limp ragdoll. With a burst of raw power, Fanning pulled her opponent's body across her shoulders and hoisted her up, bending Hanratty painfully backward in a torture rack! Sammi shrieked out her submission, but Dakota ignored her, and instead slowly walked around the room, parading her beaten adversary like a huntress shows off her prized trophy.
Finally, Dakota releases her hold and Sammi slides down off of her shoulders, landing on the floor with a heavy thud. Grabbing the remnants of Hanratty's shredded teddy, Fanning bound her wrists and ankles behind her, leaving the battered beauty helplessly hogtied. For her finishing touch, Dakota pressed her foot down upon the side of Sammi's head, pressing it down into the plush carpet as the victorious blonde struck an arm-flexing victory pose.
"Any doubt about who the new Queen is around here?" Dakota rasps to the crowd, and not a one of them doubted they had witnessed the unexpected birth of a new ferocious force in female fighting!
