Bella Thorne vs Avril Lavigne - A day at the gymAuthor:
caseyfacey on fiverr.com (commission story)
Avril Lavigne - 32 y/o, 5'2, 110 lbs
Bella Thorne - 19 y/o, 5'8', 122 lbs
Avril didn’t really know what to expect. She tried to appear confident as she walked into the gym, dressed very sporty in a pink sports bra and tight pink yoga pants.
Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, so she truly looked the part. The treadmill looked scarier than she had imagined it would. Avril stood in front of the machine, taking slow drinks of water to stall for time. Around her, Hollywood’s hottest and fittest worked out with ease, and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself.
“You can do it,” she whispered to herself, and got onto the treadmill.
The digital screen had a million options, and Avril finally figured out how to get the machine to start off slowly in “walk” mode. For a few minutes, Avril enjoyed this slow pace, admiring herself in the reflection of the glass window in front of her. She thought she looked damn good for being a work-out novice. Behind Avril, the doors to the gym had opened again. In walked Bella Thorne, dressed in a black sports bra and black workout pants that clung against her toned thighs.
“Hi, Bella,” said a group of twenty-somethings as she walked in. It seemed like everyone at this gym knew who Bella was. Everyone loved her.
She smiled, reaching up to give her ponytail a tug. “Hey, guys! Are you working out or just standing around on your phones all day?” she said teasingly, and the group laughed.
Bella felt like it was her gym. She had been coming here nearly every day for the last year or so, and knew all the familiar faces.
So when she approached one of the treadmills not in use, she was surprised to see a new body slowly jogging on the machine beside her. Her face was scrunched up in discomfort, as though she had been running for ten miles.
Bella took to her treadmill, starting off her workout with a light jog. She ran happily for a few moments before realizing that the girl next to her was Avril Lavigne. Avril Lavigne was working out right beside her! She had never seen her there before and figured she would strike up conversation.
“Excuse me,” said Bella with a pleasant tone. “Avril?”
Avril cocked her head to the side to survey Bella up and down. “Yeah?”
Bella smiled. “It’s nice to meet you! I’ve never seen you here before.”
Avril turned back to face the front. “Oh. . . yeah. I decided to switch gyms,” she lied. Maybe if she acted like a fitness buff, people would think she really was one.
“Well, this one’s a pretty good choice, I’d say. Anyway, I’ll let you get back to it. Have a nice workout. I’m around if you want any help with anything, like weights or something,” offered Bella.
“Oh, okay. Thanks,” Avril said casually, assuming this was just another fan looking for an opportunity to talk to her. Bella looked confused. Did this chick really not know who she was?
“My name’s Bella,” she said finally. “Bella Thorne?”
Avril stared. “Alright, then. I’m going to focus on my workout now, okay, hun?”
Bella took a sharp inward breath. Hun? What a cocky little bitch Avril turned out to be. This was Bella’s gym, Bella’s friends - and here was this chunky, washed-up celebrity wannabe acting like she owned the place. What a joke.
Bella began to pick up the pace on her treadmill, as Avril continued at her slower speed. Bella bounced along the moving belt with ease, and laughed as she saw that Avril could barely handle her slow, snail-paced jog.
“You know, Avril, you may want to increase the speed on your treadmill at some point. When you get your heart rate up a little more, that’s how you really start to burn fat around your stomach area, which I’m sure is what you’re aiming for,” said Bella, feigning innocence. “Just a little tip.”
Avril scoffed. Who did this girl think she was? She didn’t need advice from some random chick in the gym.
“Yeah,” continued Bella, “at this point, I’m pretty much just trying to maintain my tone. Last month, before the American Music Awards, I was here twice a day for a week.” Bella laughed.
Avril looked back over at the redhead beside her and squinted her eyes. “Who are you again?”
Bella’s expression changed from fake niceness to pure bitch. “Bella Thorne. My name is Bella...”
“And what have you done, Bella?” asked the older blonde.
“I’m sorry, when was the last time your name was in a magazine? Oh! Is that why you’re at the gym? Trying hard to get back into the public eye?” Bella turned up the speed even more on her treadmill, not even losing breath. “That’s commendable, Avril, really. Kudos to you. It will be a long, long journey to the top, I’m sure, but I’ll be rooting for you.”
Avril began to finally see how in-shape Bella was, her flat stomach rippling as she ran, her ass perky and taut. Her own stomach wasn’t nearly that attractive, with a soft round shape to it that had her feeling suddenly self-conscious. There were so many people around – she didn’t want people comparing her to this hot, skinny girl with toned arms and a great ass.
Feeling determined to show she could keep up, Avril turned up her machine so that she was running at the same speed as Bella. However, she didn’t make it look as easy as Bella did. She was almost immediately out of breath.
“Oh, wow! You can run faster!” Bella said snarkily. “Good for you!”
Avril could only keep the pace for a minute or so before her chest began to tighten. Her stomach was cramping, and her legs felt like Jell-o. She had no choice but to turn off the treadmill, and was immediately relieved with the moving belt came to a stop. Beside her, Bella ran happily, her ponytail swishing behind her, not even out of breath or breaking a sweat. She made it look so easy.
Bella looked over at Avril, who was bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath.
“Aw, you poor thing. Avril, if you’re looking for something more your speed, I think there’s a beginners aerobics class down the hall. They usually only accept members 65 years or older, but I can try to get you in.” Bella smirked, and whispered, “I know the owners.”
Fuming, Avril lunged over to Bella’s treadmill and in a quick move yanked the safety cord out of its place, causing the treadmill belt to suddenly lock up. With glee, Avril watched as the unprepared Bella flew off the treadmill, stumbling hard and landing on the floor, knee-first.
“Shit!” cried Bella, wincing with pain as her knee struck hard against the surface of the gym floor.
Avril watched happily as Bella writhed around on the floor, clutching at her knee. A few other people from the gym and a staff-member came over to help her out.
Gathering her things, Avril headed towards the bathrooms. She had had enough working out for one day. She smiled to herself, glancing back one last time at the sight of Bella on the ground.
“Are you okay?” said one of Bella’s friends, helping her up. “What happened?”
Bella finally got to her feet, realizing her knee hurt less and less now. She brushed everyone off. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Where did that bitch go?! What direction?”
“Avril Lavigne? She went towards the bathrooms.” Someone replied.
Seeing red, Bella stormed off in the direction of the bathrooms. No one was going to humiliate her like that in front of everyone at the gym, especially not some out-of-shape, irrelevant pop star who should have felt lucky to even be recognized.
Reaching the bathrooms, Bella threw open the door in a rage, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as she saw Avril standing there in front of the mirrors, fixing her ponytail like nothing was wrong.
“What the –” gasped Avril in surprise, shocked to see that Bella had recovered so quickly. She was sure that her knee would have left her down for the count. And the look in her eyes – Avril gulped as she saw how pissed Bella was. Surely, Bella wasn’t actually coming in here to fight. She was Avril Lavigne, after all. People still knew her name!
“Listen. . .” started Avril, trying to figure out a way out of this. “I’m sorry. Are you – are you okay? How’s your knee?”
Bella didn’t answer, instead reaching for the lock on the bathroom door so no one could come in from the outside. This action made Avril’s throat go dry with fear. She knew she couldn’t take this girl on in a fight. She could barely even last four seconds on the treadmill, let alone hold her own when it came to throwing punches with a bigger, fitter chick.
“My knee is fine, because unlike someone, I actually take care of my body,” said Bella, moving closer and closer to Avril, who was backing up against the sinks. “Look at you. You’re pathetic. You think you’re still this relevant celebrity or something, too good to recognize true talent and fame like myself. But all you are is a washed-up has-been with scrawny little arms, no tits, and a fat fucking stomach. Of course, you probably can’t even afford to eat healthy, can you? Surely you’re not still making money off your one hit from ten years ago.”
Avril was sweating now, desperately trying to figure out how to escape. The door was locked, but maybe if she could knock or scream loudly enough. She gulped as Bella grew closer to her. “Beth, please –”
“It’s Bella!” she screamed with a maniacal tone to her voice. “It’s Bella, you bitch!”
“Right, right! I’m sorry,” Avril said breathlessly, throwing her hands up in a surrender. “Listen, Bella, let’s forget about this whole thing. I’m so, so sorry for what happened out there. Just let me go. I’m sorry.”
Bella laughed sarcastically. “Oh, you’re sorry? You’re sorry for not recognizing me, for talking to me like I’m a piece of shit, and for busting my knee? Well, in that case, by all means – leave.”
She held out her hands towards the door, as though allowing Avril to pass through. Avril hesitated, slowly taking steps towards her escape.
“Are you. . . serious?” she said cautiously, walking past Bella.
Bella rolled her eyes in at her and motioned again to the door. “Yeah whatever Avril... apology excepted. Just go on your merry way.”
Avril took a few quick steps towards the exit. Suddenly, when Avril’s back was turned, Bella reached down to grab a big chunk of Avril’s blonde hair, which was easy since Avril stood a good six inches shorter than Bella. She gripped it inside of her tight fist, pulling hard. Avril let out a cry of pain as her body twisted up underneath Bella’s grip.
“Please, please,” pleaded Avril, Bella’s hold on her causing her to fall to her knees.
Bella stared down at the pitiful blonde below her and laughed. She slapped Avril across the face a couple of times as she still held onto her hair. Avril began to desperately kick at Bella’s legs, trying to knock her off balance.
“Nice try, bitch,” Bella sneered, letting Avril go from her grasp, causing her to fall back against the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
Bella straddled Avril’s body, her strong thighs squeezing against Avril’s weak frame, preventing her from even wiggling around too much. Desperately and aimlessly, Avril tried to take a few swings at Bella, before the girl pinned her wrists down with her stronger grip.
“Please don’t hurt me,” Avril cried, tears streaming down her cheeks with fear.
“Begging me already? What a pussy bitch, seriously! Can’t even swing a punch or defend yourself.”
Feeling a sudden burst of indignant strength, Avril broke free from Bella’s hold and landed a solid punch against Bella’s toned stomach, but Bella barely flinched. She reacted by throwing a few punches of her own against Avril’s flabby belly, causing Avril to wince and scream in pain.
“Fucking stop!” she screamed, hoping someone outside would hear her and bust open to the door to help. “Ow, please, please!”
Bella continued her assault on Avril’s chubby stomach, laying in a few more good blows against her soft skin there, leaving Avril crumpled up on the floor. The blonde began to cry harder, curling up into a ball. The tile of the floor was cold and smelled disgusting, and Avril couldn’t believe this was what her day at the gym had led to.
Taking a breather, Bella got off of Avril’s body and stood over top of her. She shook out her hands and looked down at Avril.
“Get up, fatso,” she said. “I can’t believe you’re already down for the count.”
Avril moved slowly but surely out of the fetal position, helping herself up to standing, where she remained hunched over. Her stomach felt like a brick had been dropped on it, and it hurt to even stand straight. She couldn’t believe this girl had even got her into this position, and a sudden wave of anger passed through Avril’s body.
“Fucking bitch,” Avril hissed, lunging at Bella with a raised fist.
Bella caught her arm mid-swing and laughed. “Avril, Avril, Avril....You’ll never learn.”
Dragging Avril across the floor, she pinned her up against the wall, using her thick thighs to trap Avril’s weak ones. One of her hands held a firm grasp on Avril’s neck, while Avril clawed desperately at Bella’s arm, trying to pull her away.
Bella reached up and twisted one of Avril’s small tits through the thin fabric of her sports bra. Avril’s face contorted in pain, her face covered in tears as pain seared through her breasts.
“You don’t even have decent tits, either,” said Bella. “Poor thing. How do you even get out of bed every day, knowing you have to go out in public like this?”
Avril writhed underneath her, gasping as her airway was partially cut off. “Bella, Bella. . . please. Just let me go.”
Bella smiled, staring Avril directly in the eye. “Ah, there we go. Someone’s learning my name, isn’t she? Say it again, bitch.”
“Bella, I’m begging you, don’t – don’t do this!”
Showing no mercy, Bella reached up to twist Avril’s other tit with her strong grip, kneading the flesh as her opponent cried harder and harder. Then she began to unleash a series of hard punches against Avril’s chest, the blows coming into direct contact with Avril’s sore, bruised tits. At one point, she pulled at Avril’s nipples, dragging them out as far as they would go as Avril arched her back off the bathroom wall, crying out. Her face burned with humiliation as Bella continued to torment her.
Finally letting her out from under her, Bella watched as Avril crumpled once again to the floor, clutching desperately at her boobs, trying to restore the feeling there. It felt like they were on fire. Enjoying the show, Bella stepped over Avril’s body to reach the sink, where she turned on the tap. Bending down, she splashed cold water across her face and surveyed herself in the mirror. The sight of Avril slowly maneuvering herself into a seated position made her chuckle. She loved knowing she could turn her back on Avril for a few moments and Avril wouldn’t even be able to gather enough strength in time to try to hurt Bella.
“You really are so weak.”
She leaned back against the sink for a minute, looking at Avril across the bathroom. “What’s my name, bitch?”
Avril, panting, finally got herself up to standing, her body shaking. She had never felt so defeated and sore before. “Bella. . .your name’s Bella.”
“Good job!” said Bella, walking over to face Avril.
Figuring she would give it one last shot, Avril reached out to grab Bella’s head, trying to drag her down to the floor so she could get the advantage. But Bella was too strong, and Avril was already in so much pain that it was no use. Bella stopped Avril mid-way through her attempt at an assault, grabbing Avril’s shoulders and steadying her as Bella brought her knee and rammed it against Avril’s crotch. Her knee connected straight to Avril’s pubic bone.
“Ahhhh! Holy shit! Okay, okay! No more! Stoppp! I surrender!” screamed Avril, the pain between her legs surging up through her body.
Again, Bella kneed Avril in the crotch, as Avril’s nails reached up to rake desperately at Bella’s arms. She was able to drag a few small scratches down Bella’s skin, but she knew it was hopeless at this point.
Bella noticed bruises forming over the top of Avril’s sports bra, where her small tits peeked out, and reached down to mash her tits once again, laughing as Avril cried like a baby. She gripped the flesh like she was kneading dough, twisting the skin in both directions.
“Maybe the paparazzi will notice you when you step out on the streets with these tiny bruised titties of yours,” Bella said with an evil smile. “You’ll be the talk of Tinseltown once again!”
Avril was once again on the ground, trying to shield herself with her hands, curling up into the fetal position as Bella leaned down.
“I’m so sorry,” Avril said in between sobs. “Pl-please. . . let me go. You’ve already won, just let me out, pleeeasseee!” She whined.
Bella squatted down next to Avril’s body. “Look at this – I don’t even have to straddle you to hold you down anymore. You’ve just given up. You’ve admitted defeat. Your weak, chubby body can’t take anymore.”
It was true. It was all true, Avril thought, as she lay there, praying that Bella would get bored with this and leave her alone. Every part of her hurt and throbbed.
Just as she was thinking of trying to make a final pass for the door and bust the lock, Bella slapped her face a few times, hitting one cheek and then the other as Avril’s head turned side to side, like a toy. Bella laughed and laughed as Avril’s neck flopped weakly around underneath her. Avril’s cheeks began to burn red as Bella slapped harder and harder, finding great pleasure in seeing this conceited little diva so frail and sad.
“Pathetic,” mumbled Bella, reaching down to grab Avril by her nose. She began to walk a few feet away, dragging Avril with her by just her nose, as Avril kicked and flailed, screeching. Bella had her nose pinched hard before all of her fingers, which hurt, and caused Avril to gasp for breath through her mouth.
Bella couldn’t stop laughing when she released her grip, standing up and watching Avril grab at her tear-stained face.
“Are you good at anything?” Bella said tauntingly, scoffing at her opponent. “Stand up. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Avril looked up at her with a desperate expression. Was she serious? This girl had just beat the shit out of her, and now she was just done? She couldn’t trust anything Bella said.
But sure enough, Bella had outstretched her hand, bending down to help Avril to her feet. The short blonde couldn’t even stand straight, wobbling side to side, bent at the waist from the pain coursing through her stomach. She looked over to see her beaten and bruised body in the mirror, moaning to herself. She had really got the shit kicked out of her. How she was ever supposed to leave the bathroom looking like this?
Suddenly, Bella lay a few more quick punches against Avril’s soft stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Avril groaned and keeled over while Bella shook out her hands, still feeling like she had plenty of fight left in her. She walked over to Avril and gathered up Avril’s stomach fat in her hands, pinching it and jiggling it.
“OWW!” cried Avril, helpless under Bella’s assault.
“Yes, I think you could definitely do with some good cardio exercises,” said Bella. “Look at all this extra fat. Aren’t you embarrassed by it?”
Just then, Bella gave Avril a quick kick to the back of her knees, which left her instantly crumbling to the floor, a spot she seemed to find herself in over and over again.
Unleashing a series of kicks against Avril’s body, Bella chuckled. “Why do you even bother getting up? You seem so comfortable on the floor. It really suits you, honestly.”
Avril could barely muster the strength to move. “Bella, I’m begging you. Please. I’m done. I can’t even get up anymore.”
Bella took the bottom of her sneaker and used it to step on Avril’s head, turning it to one side. She watched Avril’s cheek squish underneath her foot, Avril’s eyes widening from this new tactic. Bella ground her toe into Avril’s temple like she was squishing a bug. It was quite fitting, really.
Finally, Bella reached down to drag Avril by the hair towards one of the stalls. Avril groaned in pain as her assailant moved her along, trying to kick her feet on the ground to move herself along so some of the pressure was off of her hair, which seared with pain.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I would help clean you up,” Bella said with a cheerful tone that made Avril cringe with mortification. “You have been on a bathroom floor all day, you know. But I didn’t say I was going to use traditional methods.”
Bella had dragged Avril into one of the stalls and positioned her crumpled, smaller body against one of the toilets. Avril just let her move her how she wanted, not daring to resist at this point, if she even could muster the strength to do so.
Taking a fist full of Avril’s sweaty, grimy hair, Bella shoved Avril’s face into the toilet. She held her face underneath the water, using her hair to scrub the inside of the toilet bowl, as Avril made gurgling noises under the surface. Bella let her up for air, Avril gasping out as disgusting toilet water trickled down her face and into her open, gaping mouth.
Enjoying this game, Bella, once again, shoved Avril’s face back into the toilet, this time reaching over her to push the handle of the toilet. The water began to spin around Avril’s head.
“Don’t forget to flush, Avril!” Bella laughed at her childish prank, watching Avril’s hair swirl around in the toilet water before allowing her to get up. Soaking wet now and gasping for air, Avril collapsed back against the wall of the bathroom stall, barely able to look her opponent in the eyes. She was so sore and humiliated. Her whole head smelled like gross gym toilet water.
Bella made a pouty face. “Aw, someone looks sleepy. How about we get you ready to take a nice, long nap? Here, I’ll help.”
Avril threw her hands up. “No, no! Please, don’t. Leave me alone!”
But Bella was already intent on her mission, and reached down to tear Avril’s soaking wet sports bra off her body. She pulled the bra off Avril’s head, pulling out some of her wet blonde hair as she did so.
“Bitch, you smell disgusting. What have you been doing – drinking out of the toilet?” Bella sneered, tossing the sports bra onto the floor.
Avril groaned in embarrassment as Bella now reached for her pants, gripping the waist and pulling them down in one swift motion, causing Avril to lose her balance and fall back against the toilet. Bella laughed as she discarded Avril’s pants and thong, and then kicked off Avril’s shoes. This left the blonde completely bruised and naked in the stall.
“Avril, where’s your phone, hun? I’d be happy to take a picture so you can send this off to the tabloids. I’m sure you’ll be able to make a few dollars off this.”
Bella got up and walked over to the sink area, grabbing both her and Avril’s bags. Returning to the stall, where Avril had barely moved, she pulled out Avril’s phone and aimed it at Avril.
“Say cheese!” Bella prompted, snapping a shot. She looked at the screen. “Oh, you blinked! Let’s do it again!”
This time, Bella reached up to close the toilet seat down over Avril’s head, Avril breathing heavily against the toilet, collapsed completely. Bella took a couple of pictures and returned the phone back to Avril’s bag. She reached into her own bag for a tube of her favorite lipstick.
“Okay, let’s get you somewhere more comfy for your nap,” Bella said, dragging Avril by her bare feet down the row of stalls until she reached the lockers. She let Avril lay flat on the cold floor as she straddled her once again, causing Avril to groan. All of Bella’s weight was pressed against Avril’s defeated body, and all Avril could do was lay there and allow it to happen.
Bella tore the top off her lipstick and bent over to drag the makeup across Avril’s sore stomach. She pulled and prodded at the skin, much to Avril’s displeasure.
“If you had abs like mine, this would be a lot easier,” said Bella, pulling the skin of Avril’s stomach tight so she could write on her more easily.
Finally, after she had completed her art project, Bella got up to survey her success. Avril lay naked below her, the bright red words “BELLA’S BITCH” scrawled across her flabby stomach in lipstick. Bella was pleased with herself.
“See, Avril? Sometimes you just need a little makeup to make yourself feel prettier. Now, about that nap. . .”
Bella dragged Avril over to one of the lockers, opening the metal door. She began to push and shove Avril’s beaten body inside, getting about halfway there before slamming the door down against Avril’s wet, tangled head. Bella giggled to herself as she folded up Avril’s legs into the locker, leaving the girl slumped inside.
Bella closed the door and rapped her fingers on the outside. “Sleep tight, hun! You worked out so hard today – you deserve a nap.”
“Not,” she mumbled to herself, gathering her bag. “Wimpy bitch.”
Bella splashed another dose of cold water across her face and fixed a few of her fly-aways. She beamed at herself in the mirror before opening the door to the bathroom. As she stepped back into the gym, it was like she had never left.
“Bella, how’s that knee?” a man called to her from the weight bench.
She gave a thumbs-up. “It’s perfect! You know me – can’t keep me down!”
Bella left the gym feeling like she had got in the best arm workout of her life. And she hadn’t even touched the free weights!
