(a.k.a. Eliminating The Competition)

By Amateur

Featuring:

Jessica Biel

(Actress)

Born: March 3, 1982, Ely, Minnesota, USA

Height: 5’7 ½ ”; Weight: 128 lbs.

vs.

Kate Beckinsale

(Actress)

Born: July 26, 1973, London, UK

Height: 5’8”; Weight: 125 lbs.

Author’s note:

Not much of a note, really. Just stating the obvious. Only the four Internet posts preceding the story have any connection with reality. The rest… well, perhaps some day, in another, better world…

Movie News 15/03/2005:

Clash of 'Wonder Women'?:

According to an item in Tuesday's New York Post, Joss Whedon is looking to lasso either 7th Heaven's Jessica Biel or Oscar winner Kim Basinger to slip into Lynda Carter's satin tights in his big screen 'Wonder Woman' flick. "Kim would be used if Wonder Woman is older," an insider tells the Post, "[and] Jessica if she's younger."

Some articles:

Kate Beckinsale to play Wonder Woman

Kate Beckinsale has added her name to the growing list of starlets clamoring to play Wonder Woman after stepping into her knee-high red boots for a fancy dress party.
The British star has tried her hand at several action roles in recent years, notably as a vampire assassin in Underworld and a vampire hunter in Van Helsing.
Beckinsale told Ireland On-line she dressed up as the lasso-wielding crime-fighter at a Halloween party last year and fancies her chances playing the superhero.
Plans are afoot to give the 1970s television show the big screen treatment; Joss Whedon, who turned Buffy the Vampire Slayer from movie trashdom to must-see television, is currently writing the adventure based on the lone female equal to Batman and Superman in the DC Comics universe and is also down to direct.
Other actors associated with the role immortalized by Lynda Carter include Katie Holmes, Jessica Biel and Mischa Barton, star of hit US soap The OC.

Kate Beckinsale to play ‘Wonder Woman’

Read into this one as you will, but British actress Kate Beckinsale, whose most famous role was in the hit movie UNDERWORLD, is said to be in talks to play WONDER WOMAN in the movie of the same name.
She apparently told IOL.com, “I dressed up as her last Halloween so it would be good to do it again.”
As I said, this is hardly an official release saying that she has got the role, but interesting to say the least.

It seems every actress under the age of 40 (and some well over 40) has expressed interest in the role or had their name mentioned in conjunction with the lasso-wielding lass, including Sandra Bullock, Minnie Driver, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Jessica Biel, Kim Basinger, Lauren Graham, Lucy Lawless, Katie Holmes, Mischa Barton, and Jennifer Lopez. Whedon alumnae Sarah Michelle Gellar, Charisma Carpenter, Jewel Staite, and Morena Baccarin have all been mentioned as well, with the latter two both saying they petitioned Whedon for a shot at the role while they were making Serenity.
Still, Whedon hasn't named any names himself, saying in one recent interview that the role may go to an unknown who's young and unencumbered enough to commit to a long-lasting franchise, a la next year's Superman, Brandon Routh. So there's still time, fanboys and fangirls, to put in a plug for your favorites.

Sometime in 2006 AD…

Being widely considered as the two front runners for the role of Wonder Woman in the long gestated Warner Bros. movie did not make for the beginning of a beautiful friendship between Jessica Biel and Kate Beckinsale. The two had never been on particularly good terms, but now that they had found themselves in direct competition with each other (although there was no official word from the studio as to who was in with a chance and who was not), relations between them were getting really tense. Which led to talk. No, they did not speak TO each other – all the interaction between them, whenever they met at parties and events, was down to the exchange of what is widely known as “withering looks” – they both spoke OF each other to practically everyone who was willing to listen, and did not speak kindly either.
And as for who should get the Wonder Woman role, each of them had her thoughts on the matter, and (oddly) their views differed somewhat. Jessica’s opinion, stated in as many words, was that since Wonder Woman was an American heroine, she should be played by an American actress. Old, washed-up English bitches, she maintained, should go back to England and spent what little was left of their natural life in some nice, cozy retirement home. Kate’s opinion, always spoken before a large and interested (predominantly male) audience, was that a role, any role, should be played by someone who could ACT, and also that all American actresses should be drowned in a bucket. Either collectively, or individually; it would make no difference. The good news for Jessica in this scenario, the sexy London native was always quick to add, was that she, Jessica, was not an actress but merely an American, and as such would get to live. Unless, of course, remembering that one should look both ways before crossing a street proved too much of a challenge for the little trollop’s infantile brain some day.
Each woman would invariably get to hear what the other had said from willing and helpful individuals who would have liked nothing better than to see the two beauties tearing into each other. And since they were both proud, hot-tempered ladies, it was little wonder that their dislike for each other grew steadily with every stinging comment – and subsequent response – one or the other had to make. This could not go on indefinitely, everybody knew that. It was perfectly clear that if things carried on in the same fashion, there would inevitably come a moment when one woman would decide that she had heard enough talk and that it was time to show that actions did indeed speak louder than words.
Ironically, it was a seemingly innocent words, spoken in jest by the movie director Joss Whedon, that forced the transformation of the conflict between the two actresses from verbal into physical. Asked by a journalist about having to choose between Jessica and Kate, Whedon replied jokingly that he could not really make a choice, and that the women should settle it between themselves. “They should probably just fight it out”, he said, “I’ll take whoever’s left standing”.
Now, it was not that either Jessica or Kate took it seriously. It was just that they needed a reason to fight. Each woman had been wishing to do it for some time. Each was certain she was better than the other and had been dying for a chance to prove it. The director’s statement was the perfect excuse.
In a brief phone call, punctuated at equal (and frequent) intervals by jibes and insults, a challenge was made and accepted, and a “date” was set up. Only a few days later, the two were standing in Kate’s living-room, which had been completely cleared of all furniture especially for the occasion.
Both were extremely nervous, realizing fully well what they were about to do and what the possible implications from it could be. At the same time they both wanted this; not only did each one of them want to prove that she was better than the other, but also they both saw in it the chance to eliminate the competition as far as the Wonder Woman part was concerned. The deal was simple: No holds barred fight to the finish with the loser forfeiting the role. Childish? Stupid? Absurd? Go find someone who cares and tell them all about it. So thought Jessica. So thought Kate. They may have had their differences on other matters, but they presented a remarkably united front of this one. Mind your own dam’ business and let other people take care of theirs.
Not wasting time with any preliminaries, the two quickly got down to business, taking only a brief moment to scan each other as they stood face to face, ready to do battle. They were dressed similarly, with neither woman’s clothing offering any protection, or leaving a lot to the imagination. Kate had on a black bikini, while Jessica was wearing a pair of tight-fitting blue and green print shorts and a mesh top that looked pretty much like a couple of eye patches held together by a bunch of strings and was clearly struggling to contain her bountiful breasts.
Their outfits were not the only similar things about the two women. They were nearly identical in height and built and weighed about the same. In addition, both were very athletic and in great shape – shape which each of them had clearly displayed in some of her movies: Jessica in Blade: Trinity, and Kate in Underworld and Van Helsing. Having kicked some major vampire ass (even if it was only a pretend ass kicking), now each felt confident that she had what it takes to kick some major bitch ass – confidence that was backed up by victories in several previous fights each woman had been in over the years.
In fact, so convinced was each of them that she would win, that only the day before each had signed a waiver – in the presence of an attorney and witnesses – in which she stated that she was basically giving up all claims to the role of Wonder Woman in all future movie projects. This had been part of their pre-fight arrangements and each one had held on to her document until today. Now the two wavers had been placed together in a corner of the room – well out of the way but in plain sight to both women, each of whom was ready to do just about anything to get her hands on the precious pieces of paper. Obviously both women were well aware that the only way one of them could do that is by beating her rival so badly that the latter would be unwilling – or simply unable – to stop her, and that awareness was now clearly showing on their beautiful but grim faces.
“Last chance, bitch,” Jessica said, trying to goad her foe into attacking and possibly making a mistake. “We both know I’m the better woman, so why don’t you just admit it and let me have that waver and save yourself some pain. You don’t really need to get involved in some stupid stunts at your age, do you? You might break a hip or somethin’, and then what are we gonna do?”
Jessica was in for a disappointment. The crack she had just made about the nine years Kate had on her – the only tangible difference between the two, at least on paper – did not have the desired effect. Kate merely smiled.
“Not quite.” The British beauty replied calmly. “If I let you have the waver, there’s a good chance that you might get that role, and I happen to think roles should go to people with real acting skills. You can’t even act tough… no matter how much you’d like to. Name one movie you’ve been in that hasn’t flopped. And as for you being the better woman – you’ve got that wrong too. You’re not the better woman. You’re not even a woman. You’re just a spoiled little brat that needs a good spanking.”
“And I’ll tell you what,” here Kate lowered her voice to a confidential whisper, “That’s just what I’m going to do now. I’m going to throw you over my knee and I’m going to spank your fat bottom till you cry – something your mum and dad should have done a long time ago.”
“Listen, you fuckin’ English cunt…” Jessica began, and this was as far as she got. Facing the wall of seemingly unshakable calm, positively insufferable nerve, and polished British accent, the sexy Minnesota native suddenly found herself at a total loss for words and quickly decided not to waste any time in trying to find some. She simply lashed out with her right hand and slapped Kate in the face.
The slap was struck with all of Jessica’s strength, and it was as accurate as it was powerful. It landed smack on the left cheek of a totally unprepared Kate with force that threw the English beauty’s head to one side in a cloud of silky, brown hair and caused her to stagger sideways and nearly fall over.
“God, I’ve been wantin’ to do this for you wouldn’t believe how long,” Jessica said, smiling happily, her eyes sparkling.
A fraction of a second later, the smile disappeared from the American woman’s face, the eyes widened in surprise, and a short squeal came out of her mouth, as Kate recovered her balance and sprang forward, slamming into Jessica and taking her down. Once on the floor, two actresses instantly tore into each other, snarling and screaming as they rolled back and forth in a tangle of flailing arms and legs, pulling hair, slapping, punching, scratching and biting. After several moments of furious struggling, Kate managed to get on top of her foe and tried to straddle her and pin her down. The next moment, she jerked back with a loud shriek, as she got a face full of Jessica’s fingernails, which narrowly missed her eyes. Lying on her back, Jessica got her right knee against Kate’s chest and forced her off.
Getting up on their feet, the women faced each other, their adrenalin-flooded bodies shaking with tension and their hearts racing.
Rushing towards her rival, Kate connected with a stinging slap to Jessica’s face and instantly received one in return. Jessica followed the slap with a hard punch to Kate’s jaw and then went after the reeling Brit. Kicking her foe on the right shin, Jessica quickly grabbed the front of Kate’s bikini top and attempted to yank the Englishwoman to one side and trip her. The result was as immediate as it was predictable: not designed to withstand this sort of treatment, Kate’s top simply tore apart in Jessica’s hands and was duly discarded to the floor by the American beauty as the useless rag it now was.
Seemingly unfazed by the loss of what was half of her total clothing, Kate quickly moved forward and managed to hook her fingers around the left half of the front of Jessica’s top, ripping it right off the American woman’s body. She then tried to grab her opponent’s hair, but received a punch from Jessica’s right hand, which struck her under the left eye and sent her back. She was not badly hurt though, and was back on the attack in an instant. Closing the distance between herself and her rival in a single leap, Kate shot out both hands, reaching for the front of her Jessica’s shorts. Even though she was expecting this, Jessica could not react quickly enough and was unable to prevent Kate from grasping the waistband of her shorts and tugging furiously. As Kate pulled for all she was worth, Jessica got hold of the English beauty’s wrists in an attempt to salvage the only thing left of her outfit, but it was no good. Kate yanked mightily to one side, causing the tiny garment to split halfway down the middle, right at the seam. Screeching with fury, Jessica swung her right arm and delivered a slap to her rival’s left cheek, followed by a punch that landed on almost the exact same spot. Both the slap and the punch hurt Kate, but nowhere near enough to force her to let go. In fact, she now pulled even harder, this time nearly forcing Jessica off balance, and further tearing the latter’s already damaged shorts. It was at that moment that Jessica saw that she could not possibly hope to stop her foe from stripping her, and decided not to waste any more time trying. While Kate had her entire attention focused on Jessica’s shorts, the Minnesota native decided to concentrate on the one thing that was really important – her opponent.
One more pull from Kate and this time Jessica’s shorts were completely torn apart. It happened a lot easier than Kate had expected, and it nearly caused the British babe to fall over, still clutching her rival’s last piece of clothing – now a useless, if interesting, collection of tatters – in her hands. This was the moment Jessica had been waiting for, and now she easily knocked Kate down to the floor with a solid blow to the jaw. Now that she had her foe right where she wanted her, Jessica took no longer than half a second to bend down, grab hold of the other actress’ bikini bottom and rip it off with one quick jerk. Practically at the same time, Kate rolled over the floor in an attempt to put some space between herself and her rival, and managed to get to her feet, just as Jessica was throwing her destroyed bikini bottom down to the floor to join the equally damaged top.
Jessica smirked. Kate snarled. The two women – both of them now stark naked – rushed forward almost simultaneously and their lithe, hard bodies came together with a loud slap before falling to the floor in a heap of limbs. They rolled over each other several times with Jessica ultimately emerging on top and pinning her rival to the floor by sitting on her chest. While Kate bucked and twisted underneath her, Jessica delivered a few heavy slaps to the British beauty’s face, which had the latter squealing and trying to cover up with her arms. Jessica then quickly grabbed Kate’s hair with both hands and slammed her head into the floor. As the back of her head met the parquet with a loud “THUMP”, Kate let out a sharp cry and grasped Jessica’s wrists in an attempt to prevent her from repeating the move. The attempt failed. Jessica yanked her foe’s head towards her with one quick movement and instantly smashed the back of it into the hard, polished wood drawing another scream from the older woman.
Even with her head spinning from the heavy impact, it was not too difficult for Kate to realize that only a few more of these would be enough to finish her. And she was determined not to allow this to happen. Reaching up with her left hand, she got hold of her rival’s long, flowing locks and started pulling. Jessica groaned, but did not relinquish her grip on her opponent’s hair and now prepared to slam the back of Kate’s head into the floor a third time.
Just as Jessica pulled Kate’s head towards her, ready to smash it down again, Kate shot out her free right hand and grabbed Jessica’s left breast, squeezing it as hard as she could. Jessica screeched in pain and seized Kate’s wrist with both hands, trying to push the Englishwoman’s clawing hand away. It was no good. Snarling angrily, Kate’s gripped her foe’s full, shapely breast even harder, sinking her slender fingers into the pliant flesh like steel hooks and digging her manicured fingernails deep in the skin, while viciously pulling and twisting the tender mound. Shrieking even louder, Jessica now started repeatedly slapping Kate’s face with her right hand, but the slaps failed to make the older woman let go. Instead, Kate yanked hard to the right with both arms, her left hand still tangled in her rival’s long tresses and her right gripping Jessica’s breast. Jessica yelped and toppled over onto her left side, still trying to detach Kate’s hand from her tortured tit.
The moment her opponent’s weight was off her, Kate rose on her knees and quickly forced Jessica onto her belly and straddled her. Pinning Jessica down by sitting on the small of her back, Kate snatched two handfuls of the American beauty’s hair and tugged violently. Jessica groaned as her neck was twisted backwards painfully and reached up with both hands getting hold of Kate’s wrist in an attempt to alleviate the pain in her neck and scalp.
“Fuckin’ little bitch!” Kate growled as she shook Jessica’s head back and forth by the hair, drawing squeals of pain from the younger woman.
Deciding to prove that Jessica was not the only one who could go around bashing people’s heads into the floor, Kate now pulled her prone foe’s head back as far as it would go, and suddenly pushed it forward, banging Jessica’s forehead against the parquet. Groaning loudly, Jessica writhed frantically beneath her tormentor, trying to throw her off. Unfazed by her younger rival’s struggles, Kate now pulled Jessica’s head back again and then gave it another shove. At the very last moment, Jessica managed to place her right forearm between her forehead and the floor, softening the impact and avoiding any serious damage. Still twisting and bucking, the drop-dead gorgeous Minnesota native succeeded in pulling her legs up and getting her knees under her body and then suddenly pushed forward mightily, managing to topple Kate over.
Snarling angrily, Jessica pounced on her foe, pushing the Englishwoman down on her back and flattening her to the floor. Kate immediately picked up her long legs and wrapped them around Jessica’s slim waist, locking her ankles and squeezing hard. Caught in her opponent’s body scissors, Jessica winced as Kate’s strong legs began to compress her midsection. She was still on top though, and now decided to make the most of it by grabbing Kate’s hair with both hands and pulling hard, while squirming back and forth in attempts to free herself from the Brit’s constricting legs. Lying flat on her back underneath her rival, Kate quickly helped herself to two handfuls of Jessica’s dark, silky hair, and began yanking furiously, before suddenly rolling to her right.
Now each girl was lying on one side – Kate on her right, Jessica on her left – with Jessica still having her torso wedged between her rival’s thighs. Snarling and groaning, their breath hissing rapidly in and out between their bared, clenched teeth with their reddened, pain-distorted faces no more than an inch apart, the two beauties struggled furiously on the floor. Their lithe, naked bodies pressing tightly together, their full, firm breasts rubbed and mashed against each other as they writhed and twisted back and forth on the floor, each doing her best to rip as much of her rival’s hair out by the roots. Both had tears in their eyes from the intense hair pulling, but neither seemed willing to be the first one to quit.
One of them appeared to be at a disadvantage, though. While each actress was hurting from the other’s none-too-gentle treatment of her scalp, Jessica also had to deal with the added discomfort of having her midsection being squeezed like a grape between her opponent’s shapely thighs, and she was definitely struggling to cope. She had never imagined that legs that were as slender as Kate’s could possess that much raw power. It felt virtually like her ribs were just about to cave in any second and her internal organs would be squashed to a pulp. Definitely not her idea of fun.
Letting go of her rival’s hair, Jessica now suddenly grabbed Kate’s perky breasts and dug her claws in mercilessly. Kate shrieked and instantly released her body scissors, trying to get away from her foe, at the same time raking her fingernails across Jessica’s eyes. Now it was Jessica’s turn to screech in pain as she jerked backwards, letting go of her opponent’s breasts and covering her eyes with her hands.
Rising up on her knees, Kate pounced on her temporarily blinded rival and punched her on the side of the head, before dropping down on her and trapping her in a tight headlock. Groaning, Jessica began to twist and squirm around trying to break free, but Kate maintained her hold, getting partially on top of her foe and keeping her down on the floor.
“Had enough?” Kate asked now as she used her right hand to snatch a handful of hair at the top of her opponent’s head, while still keeping her left arm wrapped tightly around Jessica’s head and gripping her right wrist with her left hand to get more leverage and make the hold more effective.
Instead of answering, Jessica grabbed her foe’s hair with her right hand and pulled as hard as she could, wrenching Kate’s neck backwards. Kate groaned, but did not release her hold and clamped down on Jessica’s head even harder, drawing a loud moan from the trapped girl.
“Let go, you bitch!” Jessica growled as she dug the sharp fingernails of her right hand somewhere in the vicinity of Kate’s right shoulder-blade and raked them all the way down to the small of the back, at the same time driving the hooked fingers of her other hand in Kate’s face, searching for the eyes.
Kate screamed and relinquished her hold, rolling away from her foe and trying to stand up. She made it to her feet at about the same moment Jessica did and the two wasted little time in picking up right where they left off. Coming forward, Jessica tried to slap Kate in the face, but the latter easily ducked out of the way and drove her right fist in Jessica’s flat belly. The American beauty groaned and bent slightly as she instinctively went to cover the hit area with her hands. Kate instantly lashed out with her right hand, delivering a stinging slap to Jessica’s face and then following up with a swift punch that struck Jessica just under the right eye and nearly knocked her down. Hurt, but by no means discouraged, Jessica quickly recovered her balance and landed a heavy slap flush on Kate’s left cheek, before lunging forward and trying to knee the Englishwoman in the stomach. Kate avoided her rival’s oncoming knee with a quick sideways twist of her lithe body and almost immediately got hold of Jessica’s hair with one hand and slapped her in the face with the other. Jessica squealed and responded by grabbing two handfuls of Kate’s dark, silky locks and shaking her to and fro viciously. Kate followed suit and soon the room was filled with the two beauties’ cries of both pain and anger as they staggered around cursing and snarling at each other while tugging furiously on each other’s flowing follicles.
After a few unsuccessful attempts, Kate finally managed to send her opponent down by suddenly yanking her to one side and tripping her. Jessica crashed heavily to her knees, but she still held on to Kate’s hair with both hands and dragged the sexy London native down with her. On their knees and facing each other, the two actresses continued their hair pulling contest, shaking each other’s back and forth violently, each trying to take the other all the way down to the floor.
SMACK! The loud sound echoed through the room, followed almost immediately by Kate’s sharp cry of pain as Jessica suddenly untangled her right hand from her opponent’s hair and used it to slap Kate in the face.
“Bitch!” Kate hissed, as she in turn slapped her rival’s face, causing Jessica to squeal.
The two traded several more slaps while continuing to yank each other’s hair, before a red-faced and somewhat teary-eyed Kate finally decided that this was getting her nowhere and suddenly grabbed both of Jessica’s full breasts, squeezing and pulling. Jessica (whose face was just as red and her eyes – just as tear-filled as her rival’s from all the hair pulling and received slaps), screeched and instantly responded in kind, latching onto Kate’s juicy tits with both hands and digging her talons deep into the pliant flesh, squeezing with all her might. Now it was Kate’s turn to scream in pain and she did so, as she gripped her rival’s tits even harder and began twisting and yanking them around. Jessica meanwhile, was doing exactly the same with Kate’s breasts and pretty soon, the room was filled with the shrieking of two female voices that got progressively louder as the owners of the voices continued to brutally torture each other’s sensitive breasts.
“AAAAAARRRGGHHH! LET GO, BITCH!!” Kate yelled, pulling Jessica’s bountiful, firm breasts towards her and then suddenly yanking them upwards as hard as she could, stretching the pliant flesh to its limits and beyond.
“FUCK YOU, YOU BRITISH WHORE!” Jessica screamed hatefully and, sinking her slim fingers even deeper into Kate’s proud, shapely orbs, twisted them viciously in opposite directions, at the same time using her thumbs to push the stiff nipples back and bury them way down into the areolae.
Kate wailed in agony and lashed out with her right hand, smacking her rival’s face, hard. Jessica ignored the slap though, and now suddenly switched her grip, pinching Kate’s erect nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and began twisting and pulling them. As her nipples – and the breasts they were attached to – were stretched to an extent Kate would never have believed possible, the British beauty let out a piercing shriek and started slapping Jessica in the face, again and again, in an attempt to make her let go. Instead of letting go, Jessica merely snarled and began tugging on her rival’s tortured nipples even harder, squashing them nearly flat in her pincers-like grip.
Screeching louder than ever, fearing that her nipples would be ripped off her breasts any moment, Kate drew her right fist back and smashed it straight into Jessica’s chin. Jessica let out a low moan and sprawled on her back, her head spinning. Kate instantly pounced on her downed foe, straddling Jessica and grabbing her throat with both hands, squeezing hard.
“Ghhhuulkkh!” Jessica said, in substance, as Kate dug her thumbs into her windpipe, constricting it tightly.
The sexy Minnesota native struggled fiercely beneath her foe, her face turning red from the lack of air, as she squirmed and twisted, arching her back in an effort to somehow wriggle free. Panting harshly, Kate bared her white, even teeth in an angry snarl and gripped her rival’s throat tighter, still sitting firmly on Jessica’s naked chest, using all of her weight to keep the American girl pinned securely to the floor. Unable to breathe, Jessica thrashed around madly, bucking and kicking, her strong, lithe, glistening body writhing furiously back and forth while she tugged at Kate’s wrists with desperate urgency, trying to prize the older woman’s hands from her throat. That did not work. Kate’s grip was much too strong and, after wasting a few precious seconds in futile attempts to break it, Jessica abandoned the idea and did the only other thing she could think of. She reached up with her right hand and raked her claws across Kate’s eyes.
Kate screeched and flinched, covering her face with both hands. Jessica instantly heaved mightily upwards and succeeded in toppling her opponent to one side. Before Kate could react, Jessica swiftly rose up on her knees and rolled the Englishwoman onto her back, straddling her.
“Choke ME, will you?!” Jessica growled as now it was her turn to get her hands around her rival’s neck and dig her thumbs deep into the soft, vulnerable throat.
Kate made a small gurgling sound and her eyes began to bulge, as now the roles had been reversed all of a sudden and it was she that was lying flat on her back underneath her foe, unable to draw in a breath of air. Her first instinctive reaction was to get hold of the other girl’s wrists and try to push her hands away from her throat, but, just like Jessica before her, she quickly found out that the task was impossible. Jessica had a grip like steel, and her sweat-covered arms were too slippery to get any good purchase on; Kate’s hands just kept on sliding along Jessica’s glistening forearms without any effect whatsoever.
Kate’s next step was a logical one: copying Jessica’s earlier move, she stretched out her right hand, going straight for her opponent’s eyes. Nothing doing. Jessica shook her head violently from side to side, avoiding Kate’s hooked fingers and continued to choke her struggling victim, snarling viciously as she squeezed the older woman’s throat mercilessly. Jerking and twisting, her long, sexy legs flailing wildly, Kate was doing everything she could to free herself and breathe again, but it all seemed in vain. Try as she might she just could not force the other girl to let go of her throat, and Jessica’s weight on her top of her was simply too much for her to be able to throw off.
Meanwhile, Jessica was not wasting any time. Still sitting on top of Kate and gripping her throat, she now pulled the gorgeous London native sharply towards her and then slammed the back of her head into the parquet.
“I’ll teach you to choke, bitch!” Jessica hissed as she banged the back of Kate’s head against the floor again, producing a loud “THUMP!”
The young American beauty was beside herself with rage. She certainly did not appreciate being choked by Kate and was now fully intent on paying her British rival back with interest. Her eyes blazing with fury, her lips drawn of her teeth and her attractive face twisted in a vicious grimace, the Minnesota girl was almost unrecognizable as she maintained her deadly grip on her hated enemy’s throat, seemingly oblivious to all around her.
Kate, whose own face was now the color of a ripe plum, was continuing to struggle without any success. Bucking frantically underneath her rival, the foxy Englishwoman was now trying to strike Jessica in the back with her knees, but it was doing her no good. Jessica simply ignored the other actress’ knees thudding into her back and now smashed the back of Kate’s head against the floor a third time, harder than ever. Her mind already clouded by the lack of oxygen, Kate was dazed even further by the impact of, but not dazed enough to fail to realize that the situation required some swift actions. Lying on her back between the other woman’s thighs and looking up at her face, she could see the cold, merciless expression in the large hazel eyes and knew fully well that she had to do something quick if she wanted to prevent the little bitch from either strangling her to death, or bashing her brains out, or both.
Sensing unconsciousness approaching, Kate heaved and writhed back and forth like mad, kicking out her legs and slapping and scratching Jessica’s arms, trying desperately to make her let go. Jessica just squeezed harder and now began to smile gleefully as she felt her rival’s struggles beginning to weaken. She knew she was only moments away from victory.
Suddenly, Kate reached up, grabbed Jessica’s naked breasts and squeezed and twisted.
The move proved largely ineffectual. True, Jessica sucked in her breath sharply and grimaced in pain, but that was about it; despite her obvious discomfort, the American refused to relinquish her grip. If anything, she pushed her thumbs even deeper into the vulnerable throat of her wildly thrashing, by now purple-faced, rival, whose eyelids began to flutter all of a sudden, with her eyes rolling upwards and her tongue sticking out of her gaping mouth.
Already almost out, Kate now made one last-ditch effort to escape her enemy’s deadly clutches. Driven by instinct rather than by any conscious thought, the London native stretched out both hands and her claws struck into the younger woman’s naked crotch, ripping and tearing with savage fury. Taken completely by surprise, Jessica let out a piercing shriek and literally jumped up in the air as the white-hot pain seared through the most tender area of her body, shooting clearly up to her brain, the intensity of it nearly blinding her. Twisting to her right she landed heavily on the floor and immediately rolled away from Kate, ultimately curling up on her side, holding her groin with both hands and moaning.
Even without her foe’s weight on top of her, Kate still remained flat on her back, massaging her sore throat with her hands and gasping and coughing as she urgently tried to get some oxygen into her tortured lungs. It took her a good few seconds, but eventually she managed to restart her breathing and bring the color of her face down a few shades, from deep purple to a simple crimson. Her expression, as she rose up on her knees and looked at her seemingly incapacitated rival, bode nothing good for Jessica.
Getting to her feet, Kate stepped towards Jessica, who was still moaning on the floor curled up on her right side with her hands between her legs.
“Little bitch!” the British beauty snarled, stomping hard on Jessica’s left hip. She was just about to repeat the move and had already raised her right foot when Jessica suddenly twisted along the floor, shooting out both her hands.
With near-lightning speed, the younger actress grabbed her rival’s left ankle and yanked hard. Her right foot already in the air, Kate had only one way to go when her only supporting leg was suddenly pulled out from under her: down. She hit the floor hard, landing right on her shapely backside and groaning as her firm, bare buttocks met the polished wood with a thud.
Rising up on her knees, Jessica lunged at her rival, crashing heavily into her and bringing both of them down to the floor where they began rolling back and forth. Pulling hair and slapping, they wrestled furiously, lithe, strong bodies heaving and contorting, toned muscles rippling under smooth, sweat-covered skin as each beauty was going all out in an effort to pin the other down. Initially, neither woman was able to gain the upper hand. They seemed completely evenly matched for strength and simply continued trading the top position, neither one managing to keep it for longer than a second or so.
Rolling around in a wriggling, heaving knot of sweaty limbs, they groaned and grunted in pain and effort as they kept on tugging each other’s hair and slapping and clawing each other’s naked bodies. As they rolled over the floor clinging to one another, they constantly squirmed around, each trying to twist her body into a better position and doing everything she could to gain some advantage. Their legs in a tangle, their sweaty, flat bellies constantly rubbed together as they shifted and jerked around in their violent struggle.
After a few seconds, Kate somehow managed to trap Jessica’s legs between her own, but the move failed to secure her any immediate advantage. The only difference it made was that now the front of their pelvises were pressing firmly into each other and both women were now groaning loudly in discomfort as their shaven mounds ground hard against each other with even the slightest movement of their hips. Above that, their hands were busy slapping and scratching every inch of skin on offer, and tugging hard on the opponent’s hair, pulling their upper bodies into closer contact. In between, the two pairs of bare breasts were engaged in a battle of their own, slipping and sliding over each other as the girls’ sweat-soaked chests mashed together, the pliant flesh ballooning and contorting into all kinds of shapes while the stiff, erect nipples flicked against each other and poked tender areolae.
With both women giving it their all, the furious struggle went on for quite some time, but in the end, having her legs on the outside of her rival’s helped Kate to finally stay on top of Jessica just long enough so that she could push herself up and straddle the squirming American beauty. While Jessica kicked and twisted beneath her, Kate fired a few quick slaps in her unprotected face. Jessica squealed with each smack, but her determination to fight back did not waver. She was still holding on to Kate’s hair with her left hand and now began to pull as hard as she could, shaking the sexy London native’s head to and fro violently. Kate groaned and slapped her struggling foe’s face again, but Jessica was undeterred. Snarling, the Minnesota girl dug the fingernails of her right hand in Kate’s left breast and clawed furiously. Kate screamed and jerked back, which allowed Jessica to topple her over with one sudden upward heave.
The two naked actresses got to their feet almost simultaneously and faced each other, breathing heavily and shaking all over with tension. At this point they were both tired and hurt, and each one was regretting her decision to get into this fight, having found the going a lot tougher than expected and beginning to doubt whether she could actually handle the situation.
Still, neither woman was willing to quit. Both of them could see the two signed pieces of paper in the corner, and each knew fully well what giving up would mean. They both really, really wanted that role. And what’s more, they both had their pride, and there was just too much hatred between them for either of them to back out now. Each one felt that she had been through too much already and had come way too far to simply walk away and leave the issue unresolved. It had to be settled right there and then. One way, or the other.
They slowly circled each other for a few moments, each trying to catch her breath. Jessica was the first to attack as she leapt towards her foe reaching for her hair with both hands. She was instantly met with a solid blow to her face from Kate’s right hand and reeled back with a low moan. Undaunted, she charged the older woman again, snarling angrily. Kate tried to kick her in the stomach, but could not stop her; Jessica slammed into her rival at full speed and took her down to the floor, where the two once again began rolling over each other, screaming and cursing as they fought fiercely.
Being so equally matched in both weight, build and strength, as well as in determination, the two warring beauties kept hurting one another practically for ages, without any signs of slowing down or quitting on either side, and seemingly with no end in sight. Still, it stood to reason that it could not go on forever and, as evenly poised as the battle appeared to be, it eventually started to become apparent that the longer the fighting continued, the more the odds were favoring one woman.
Strangely enough that woman’s name was Kate Beckinsale. Despite the fact that she was nine years older and even fractionally more slender-looking than her rival – particularly in the upper body, shoulders and arms areas – the Englishwoman appeared to be the fitter of the two. At any rate, she seemed to have more stamina than the American girl. Whether it was a matter of genetics, or simply conditioning, the fact remained that, despite her athleticism and background in sports (ballet, soccer, yoga), Jessica was simply running out of steam. She was as determined as ever, but the intensity of her movements was decreasing little by little and it was clear that she was beginning to fade.
Kate apparently had no such problems. The gorgeous London native was obviously in better shape than her opponent and was starting to take control of the fight. She was tired too, but not as much as Jessica and was now spending a lot more time on top, hurting her opponent every which way she could – pulling hair, slapping and scratching with everything she had. A groaning and squealing Jessica was trying to fight back as much as she could, but did not seem able to respond to Kate’s assault, which appeared to grow more aggressive by the second.
Finally managing to straddle her weakening foe and pin her on her back, Kate began slapping Jessica’s face with both hands. Squirming and kicking beneath the older woman, Jessica reached up with both hands, grabbed Kate’s bare breasts and squeezed. Kate screamed and instantly snatched two handfuls of Jessica’s hair, slamming the back of her head against the floor. Jessica groaned and her grip on her opponent’s breasts loosened. She was still far from finished though, and now shot out her right hand, raking her fingernails across Kate’s eyes. Kate screeched and rolled off of Jessica, rubbing her watering eyes with her palms.
Getting to their feet, the two enraged beauties flung themselves at each other. Ducking under a swinging blow from Jessica’s right hand, Kate drove her right fist low into the American girl’s flat stomach. Jessica grunted and bent forward holding the hit area with both hands. Kate grabbed Jessica by the hair and shook her back and forth viciously. Jessica tried to slap her attacker in the face, but Kate ignored the slap and slammed her right knee in the other actress’ belly. Jessica let out a throaty groan, fell to her knees and doubled over, gasping and gagging.
“Had enough, bitch?” Kate asked menacingly, as she kicked the younger woman on the side of the head.
Instead of answering, Jessica rose up on her knees and lunged awkwardly at her rival, trying to tackle her to the floor. Kate swiftly stepped out of the way and kicked Jessica in the side, just as the latter was going past her carried by her own momentum. Already on her way down, Jessica moaned and crashed heavily onto the floor, tits first. Kate immediately stomped hard on her prone opponent’s back and then kicked Jessica in the ribs. Groaning, the Minnesota beauty tried to get up, but only made it to her hands and knees before Kate kicked in the left side sending her down again.
“Give up, you little tart, or I’ll kick you till you pass out!” Kate snarled as she kicked her fallen foe once more.
Jessica chose to decline the offer. She was hurt, and she realized fully well that she was losing, but despite that, she was determined not to allow her hated rival to beat her. She made another attempt to get to her feet, but it too ended with her crashing down to the floor after receiving a hard kick to the head. Kate quickly knelt beside her foe, rolled her over onto her back and tried to straddle her.
Just as Kate was lowering herself down to sit on her stomach, Jessica jerked her right hand upwards, aiming for the other woman’s crotch. In her battered, exhausted state, Jessica was not able to make the blow as hard as she would have liked, but even so, delivered to such a vulnerable area, it made Kate scream and roll to one side, holding her groin. She managed to recover though, and quickly got to her feet, stepping towards Jessica and kicking her again, just as the latter was trying to get up. The kick landed flush on Jessica’s right ear and caused her to crash down on her back, screaming and holding the side of her head with both hands.
Dazed, somewhat frightened, and in more pain than she had been in at any stage in her young life, Jessica rolled over and, pushing herself up, tried to crawl away from her assailant on her hands and knees. She did not get far. Following her retreating rival, Kate snarled angrily and thrust her right leg forward, the sole of her bare foot slamming right in the middle of Jessica’s left buttock with enough force to send the American beauty sprawling onto her stomach.
“Nowhere to run, bitch!” growled the sexy Englishwoman as she bent down, grabbed Jessica’s left ankle with both hands and heaved mightily.
There came a loud, squeaking sound as Jessica’s naked body was dragged for well over a yard along the floor. The sound was accompanied by an even louder and almost equally high-pitched scream from the lovely Minnesota native, which was born out of the searing pain caused by the intolerable amount of friction between her exposed skin and the polished wood. She was only grateful that it been the side of her body that had taken the punishment. She did not even want to think what would have been if she had not managed to twist her torso sideways just in time, and it had actually been her bare breasts that were dragged over the parquet like that.
Only a fraction of a second later, Jessica had completed the roll she had started and, lying on her back with her left ankle still in Kate’s hands, she kicked out blindly with her free right foot, letting out a loud groan of both anger and desperation. Her heel smashed right in the middle of Kate’s glistening, hairless mound and the British babe dropped to her knees with a hoarse, throaty cry, her face contorted in agony as she pressed her hands over her throbbing crotch.
Rising swiftly up on her knees, Jessica threw a huge right, which landed on the side of Kate’s head and knocked the Englishwoman flat on her back. She then stood up and stomped hard on Kate’s stomach. Groaning, Kate rolled over the floor to put as much distance between herself and her foe, and then scrambled to her feet, still feeling a little dazed from the hard punch to the head. Jessica quickly stepped forward and viciously backhanded her rival across the face.
The force of the blow threw Kate’s head to the right and spun her whole body almost completely around. Before Kate could turn to face her foe again, Jessica moved in and wrapped her right arm around the older woman’s throat from behind. Kate immediately reached up to get hold of Jessica’s forearm and pull it away. She failed. Jessica grasped her own right wrist with her left hand locking the hold in place and using the combined strength of both her arms to exert maximum pressure. Seeing that she could not break the hold, Kate now tried to lean forward and throw her opponent over her shoulder, but it was much too late. Jessica yanked towards her, bending Kate’s body backwards and them simply allowed herself to fall flat on her back, dragging Kate down on top of her, still keeping her arm wrapped tightly around the British beauty’s neck.
Kate was in real trouble now, and she knew it. With her rival’s strong arm constricting her windpipe, she could not breathe and now struggled desperately to free herself. Lying on her back on top of the other girl, the lovely London native squirmed and bucked furiously, her face becoming redder and redder while she vainly tugged and clawed at the arm around her throat that held her captive and deprived her of air. Arching her back, her lithe, glistening body twisting back and forth, she kept kicking out her long legs, literally launching the lower half of her body in the air in her efforts to break free of the other model’s torturous grip.
It took Kate a few seconds of fruitless writhing to see that she could not just wriggle out of her foe’s clutches. Correctly figuring out that she needed to do something else before it was too late, she now reached up and over her right shoulder with her right hand, snatched a handful of Jessica’s silky locks and began pulling as hard as she could. Jessica just growled and tightened the choke even more. Her face nearly purple, Kate planted her feet firmly on the floor and started bridging up and repeatedly slamming her shapely ass down onto the front of the other woman’s pelvis in the hopes of forcing Jessica to break the hold. Jessica let out another growl and suddenly picked up her legs and wrapped them tightly around Kate’s slim waist, locking her ankles and squeezing with all her might.
“Gotcha now, you fuckin’ bitch!” Jessica panted out, the triumph apparent in her voice as she steadily tightened her double grip on her trapped foe more and more.
Finding herself further ensnared by her rival and having to deal with the added pain of Jessica’s strong legs compressing her midsection, Kate went berserk. Her full, firm, sweat-drenched breasts shook and bounced wildly on her naked chest as she jerked and twisted frantically on top of her captor, her arms and legs flailing wildly in her frantic attempts to free herself and breathe again.
Jessica was unfazed by Kate’s violent struggles. She knew that she was on the verge of winning the battle. She had the other woman right where she wanted her, and was well aware that it was only a matter of seconds before Kate was completely out of it. Hoping to speed up the process, she now bared her teeth and groaned in effort as she put everything she had into the hold, her arm nearly crushing the trapped Englishwoman’s windpipe.
A tiny gurgling sound escaped from somewhere at the back of Kate’s constricted throat. Her eyes bulged. Her tongue protruded from her gaping mouth. Her oxygen-starved body contorting violently back and forth, her legs kicking in all directions, she desperately clawed at Jessica’s arm, still trying to force it away from her throat. It was no use. Gasping and puffing, Jessica held on with grim determination, hell-bent on finishing off her trapped foe.
Sensing victory, Jessica suddenly rolled over and got on top of Kate, intent on using her weight to subdue the wildly thrashing British babe. Pinned face down beneath her opponent, Kate still tried to struggle, but it was obvious that she was fading. Her movements were becoming weaker and more uncoordinated with each passing second, and were soon nothing more than little convulsive jerks as oxygen-deprivation took its toll and her body began to shut down. Seeing her Wonder Woman dream slipping away from her and facing the unsavory prospect of a painful and humiliating defeat at the hands of her hated American rival, she fought with everything she had to stay conscious. She tried elbowing Jessica in the ribs, achieved nothing, and then reached up and back with her right hand and grabbed Jessica’s hair, pulling with all of her rapidly disappearing strength. As Jessica snarled and sank her teeth into the back of Kate’s right shoulder, refusing to relinquish her hold, Kate reached down and behind her with her left hand and, after briefly and blindly groping Jessica’s left hip and buttock, suddenly slid three of her fingers right inside the American woman’s exposed sex. Jessica gave a surprised squeal and jerked her body to one side, but it was too late. Using all of her remaining mental and physical energy, Kate unmercifully dug her manicured fingernails into the soft, pink walls of her opponent’s womanhood and yanked sharply to one side, stretching the delicate folds of Jessica’s labia in a way most gynecologists would have warned against.
Jessica, who up until that point had been certain of the total unassailability of her position and had believed that her foe was already defeated, was caught completely off-guard by Kate’s “sneak” attack and was obviously not equipped to deal with it. Letting out a howl of agony, she grabbed Kate’s wrist with both hands, desperately trying to push her clawing fingers away from their vulnerable target and at the same time rolling away from the London native, her choke hold and thoughts of imminent victory forgotten all of a sudden.
Once the two were apart, it took Jessica only a moment to get back to full attack mode, her now almost blinding rage helping her fight off the pain almost as quickly as she had been overwhelmed by it. While Kate was still lying face down on the floor, gasping and coughing as she fought for air, the American beauty sprang to her feet in an instant and went straight for her British rival with tears and murder in her eyes.
Screaming furiously, Jessica kicked Kate in the ribs, as hard as she could, and then stomped on her neck. Kate groaned and tried to get up, but only managed to make it to her knees before Jessica stepped closer to her, shoved her back down to the ground, and dived on top of her.
Groaning and grunting, the two naked actresses resumed their fierce battle on the floor and, within a few seconds, it became apparent that the tables had turned from a while ago when Kate had had the upper hand. The prolonged period she had spent without air, and the titanic struggle she had put up to get out of the choke hold, had really taken a lot out of the lovely Londoner and she had practically nothing left now. As tired and as out of breath as Jessica was, at this point, her condition was at least three times better than that of Kate. It did not take Jessica long to profit from this, as she now began to take control of the fight.
Rolling Kate onto her back, Jessica straddled the Englishwoman and delivered a succession of slaps to her face. Squealing, Kate reached up with both hands and tried to get hold of her rival’s hair. Jessica quickly swept Kate’s outstretched arms aside with her left hand, and drove her right fist into the older woman’s face. She was aiming for the nose, but was made to miss when Kate suddenly twisted her head to one side. As Jessica’s fist slammed into the side of her face, Kate screamed, but almost immediately reacted to the blow by lashing out with her right hand and raking her claws across the Minnesota beauty’s eyes. This made Jessica screech and flinch, and Kate was able to roll her off with a sudden heave to one side.
Jessica made it to her feet just a fraction before her rival. Moving forward swiftly, she swung her right arm and connected with a heavy slap to Kate’s face, just as the London native was picking herself up from the floor. Kate groaned, and staggered to one side, but managed to recover her balance almost immediately, and tried to backhand Jessica across the face as the latter was coming at her. Jessica swiftly ducked under her opponent’s flailing arm and then straightened up, punching Kate squarely on the jaw and sending her reeling.
With Kate struggling to stay on her feet, Jessica came in close and delivered another slap to the lovely Brit’s face. Groaning, Kate lashed out with her right hand in an attempt to return the slap, but was not quick enough; Jessica caught her opponent’s wrist in mid air, and almost at the same time slammed her knee in the older woman’s belly. Still holding on to Kate’s right wrist, Jessica now spun the sexy Englishwoman around with a sudden tug, and then tried to twist her arm behind her back. Kate instantly jerked her free left arm backwards, and the point of her elbow drilled right in the middle of Jessica’s left breast.
As her stiff, erect nipple was driven straight into her heart – or so Jessica thought – the Minnesota babe yelped and stepped back, clutching her breast and grimacing in pain. Turning around, Kate shot out both hands and grabbed Jessica’s hair, pulling furiously, shaking the younger woman’s head back and forth. The pained expression instantly disappeared from Jessica’s face and was replaced by one of pure anger, just a fraction of a second before she brought her right hand up and smashed her fist under Kate’s chin. Kate let out a low moan and staggered backwards, letting go of Jessica’s hair.
Her breast still throbbing painfully, Jessica went after her foe. Intent on getting some payback, she reached with both hands and grasped Kate’s naked breasts, squeezing and twisting. Despite Jessica’s worst intentions, however, the move failed to cause the amount of damage she had hoped for. There was simply too much sweat for the American’s grip to be effective. Kate’s slippery orbs popped out of Jessica’s equally slippery hands almost immediately, and Kate was able to back away from her attacker.
The Englishwoman’s respite proved brief. Jessica closed in again and slammed her right fist in her opponent’s left breast, flattening it against the ribcage. Kate squealed and responded with a slap to the face. Jessica ignored the slap completely, and again drove her fist smack in the middle of the older woman’s left breast. Kate cried out and stepped back, holding her breast with both hands. Seeing her rival’s face unprotected, Jessica quickly sent two heavy slaps to it – one for each cheek. She then closed in with Kate, grabbing the latter’s hair and violently shaking her head with one hand, while slapping her back and forth across the face with the other. Groaning, Kate punched her tormentor in the stomach, but the blow was weak and failed to produce any results. It only served to even further enrage Jessica, who now drove her right knee low down in Kate’s flat belly. Kate let out another groan and bent nearly double, clutching at her stomach.
“Bitch!” Jessica growled as she swiftly moved to Kate’s right side and once again lifted her knee, this time slamming it into the Brit’s right breast. Kate screamed and her body straightened up as she reeled backwards. Jessica followed her and knocked her down with a well-timed left to the jaw.
“Had enough?” Jessica asked menacingly, while her rival struggled to get up.
Kate did not answer. She was badly hurt and almost completely exhausted, but even though she knew she was getting slaughtered, she was still determined not to give up. Promising to herself that she would die before she conceded to the loathsome little American bitch – or to anyone else for that matter – she climbed slowly to her feet and lashed out with her right foot, aiming for Jessica’s belly. Jessica easily blocked the kick and stepped in closer, her right hand sweeping smoothly upwards towards her favorite target – her opponent’s breasts. This time, however, instead of punching, she opted to strike with an open hand.
Jessica’s right palm struck the underside of Kate’s left breast with a near-deafening “SMACK!”, sending the shapely mound of sweat-covered, pliant flesh flying sharply upwards, jiggling and quivering violently for a moment, before settling back into its original shape. Screaming in pain, Kate stepped back, covering her breast with her hands. Jessica instantly followed up with two slaps to the face, snarling angrily as she delivered each one. As a squealing Kate placed her hands in front of her face to protect it, the American beauty went for her opponent’s breasts again – first punching the left one, and then grabbing both of them and raking her fingernails down their sloping tops.
Screeching louder than ever, her eyes full of tears, Kate decided that her best option would be to fight fire with fire, and reached for her attacker’s breasts with both hands. Jessica’s counter was a simple but effective one: she simply placed her own hands directly into the path of her rival’s, whereupon the two girls’ fingers met in mid-air and interlocked tightly.
The test of strength that followed was brief. Jessica simply had more strength left than her exhausted foe and was quickly able to bend Kate’s fingers and wrists backwards and drive the English beauty back. Once Kate’s back was pressed against the wall, Jessica applied even more pressure, forcing her arms down, so that now Kate’s hands were low at her sides, still trapped in her opponent’s strong grip, with her fingers and wrists bent backwards nearly to the point of breaking. The excruciating pain drew a long cry out of the older woman and caused her knees to sag a little, which negated Kate half-inch height advantage and brought the Englishwoman’s perky breasts level with Jessica’s fuller, heavier set.
As soon as this happened, Jessica moved forward, pushing her naked body right up against Kate’s to keep her pinned to the wall. Their sweaty, heaving chests coming together, the two girls’ shapely, firm breasts pressed hard into each other, vying for dominance. Almost immediately, Jessica’s breasts crushed Kate’s already battered boobs, overwhelming them and forcing them back. Kate moaned in frustration as her proud breasts were flattened against her chest, where they began to mushroom out around Jessica’s bigger but obviously firmer tits. Jessica’s erect, rock-hard nipples quickly found Kate’s longer ones and drilled into them, bending them upwards and burying them deep into the areolae.
“Definitely not Wonder Woman material, grandma,” Jessica jibed once her mammary superiority had been proven. “Titties much too tiny and weak! Let me show you what a real woman’s breasts can do!”
Smiling evilly, Jessica leaned backwards from the waist, still keeping her fingers intertwined with Kate’s. Once she had created enough space between her own body and that of her opponent, she suddenly thrust her chest forward, and at the same time pulled Kate sharply towards her. The glistening fronts of the two torsos came together with a loud SPLAT! and Kate groaned as Jessica’s bigger, stronger breasts once again crushed hers. Jessica smiled again and repeated the move, drawing another pained moan from the London native. Then, quite liking the sound and feel of it all, she decided that the opportunity was too good to miss, and went at it full throttle, determined to really punish her rival.
Time and again Jessica’s chest slammed into Kate’s, the American beauty’s firm, young breasts bulging out mightily as they bashed her English rival’s defeated boobs again and again, squashing them flat and grinding them down mercilessly. Pinned against the wall, Kate was desperately trying to find a way out of her predicament, but was too exhausted and did not have enough strength to force her attacker away. She was suffering greatly from the relentless assault on her precious assets and was not at all shy about voicing her feelings, but her moans of pain were almost completely drowned by Jessica’s short, loud screams of anger, and the even louder slapping sounds produced each time the two sets of bare breasts clashed violently.
Finally deciding that her victim had had enough, Jessica pulled her hands free from Kate’s and, backing away a step, slapped her face twice, and then punched her in the belly. As Kate groaned and doubled up, Jessica grabbed her hair and yanked hard, whipping her around and sending her towards the middle of the room.
Kate was just about done. She could barely stand up; dripping with sweat, her naked body covered with various scratches and welts from her rival’s sharp fingernails, she wobbled unsteadily back and forth, gasping for air with a dazed look in her eyes,. Her once-proud tits now hung low on her heaving, glistening chest in abject surrender, battered and ground into submission by Jessica’s superior boobs.
Jessica’s physical condition was not much better, but she knew she was winning, and that was giving her the mental boost she needed in order to cope with her pain and fatigue. Stepping towards Kate, she buried her right fist deep in the British beauty’s belly. Kate gave a low moan and sank to her knees, her overtaxed legs no longer able to support her weight.
“Fuckin’ cunt!” Jessica panted out and kicked her foe in the chest, toppling her over.
As Kate landed on her back, Jessica quickly straddled her, grasped her wrists, and bore down. Desperate to avoid the indignity of being pinned by the younger woman, Kate struggled furiously, screaming with rage as she twisted and kicked beneath her foe with everything she had left. Jessica was almost unseated by Kate’s initial unexpected burst of energy, but managed to keep her balance and stay on top, and now she too summoned all of her remaining strength in an effort to push her opponent’s arms down and bring her under control.
For several long moments, the two sexy, naked women strained against one another, each one determined to triumph over the opposition. Both beauties recognized this fight exactly for what it was: the perfect opportunity to finally settle all issues between them once and for all. And its outcome meant a lot more to each of them than a simple movie role, or popular opinion, or ratings. This was all about pride; about proving one’s supremacy over a hated rival – and it was all for real. Just the two of them, woman to woman, in the ultimate battle for dominance – a battle which neither of them intended to lose.
But as determined as they both were, it was Jessica that had the upper hand. Literally. Being on top, the American actress could use most of her weight to bear down on her rival’s arms. And, as if this was not enough, she also had more strength in her somewhat thicker, more developed arms and shoulders.
Slowly, relentlessly, Jessica overwhelmed her foe, forcing Kate’s arms closer and closer to the floor. Bucking and twisting, Kate did her best to resist, groaning and grunting and puffing with the effort, but she was simply much too worn out. Inch by inch, the Englishwoman’s arms just gave way, until they were pushed all the way down, with her wrists about level with her head. Panting harshly, Jessica grinned in triumph as she used her knees to pin her opponent’s arms to the floor. Kate squealed and squirmed, but it was in vain; she was trapped.
Pushing her sweat-soaked hair away from her face with a shaky hand, Jessica looked down at her conquered foe. Too exhausted to continue struggling, Kate finally lay still, gasping for air as she stared up at Jessica with some odd mixture of despair, hatred and defiance in her eyes. It was a moment Jessica had been dreaming of for a very long time.
“You picked the wrong girl to mess with, bitch!” the sexy Minnesota native said, and immediately proved it by unleashing a flurry of slaps to her helpless rival’s face.
Unable to either get away or defend herself, Kate could only moan and wriggle weakly beneath Jessica as the latter punished her mercilessly. She was still not willing to quit, but it was obvious that, unless something changed pretty soon, her only alternative to surrendering would be to have her beautiful face beaten to foam.
Meanwhile, Jessica was having the time of her life. This was her chance to finally deal with her loathsome rival exactly the way she had always wanted to, and she intended to make the most of it. She continued to hit away, grunting and snarling with effort and anger, her full, firm, sweaty breasts rocking and swinging back and forth as she lashed out intermittently with both hands, again and again. Each strike found its target unerringly, the heavy slaps landing squarely on each of Kate’s cheeks and throwing her head from one shoulder to the other like a rag doll’s.
When Jessica finally stopped slapping and just sat on top of her foe struggling to catch her breath, Kate’s entire face had turned the brightest – and the most beautiful – shade of crimson Jessica had ever seen; definitely her new favorite color, Jessica decided as she looked gleefully at her handiwork.
“You ready to give up now, or do you want some more?” Jessica asked between gulps of air as she stared down into the eyes of her pinned adversary.
But, although clearly beaten, Kate did not give up. Her fierce pride would not let her submit to her most hated rival, and she still tried to struggle, snarling and cursing at her captor. At first, Jessica seemed amused by her trapped opponent’s ineffectual squirming, but the mocking little smile that initially twisted her lips disappeared pretty quickly, as Kate somehow managed to pull one hand free and dug her fingernails into her left breast. Squealing, the younger woman grabbed Kate’s wrist and succeeded in pushing her clawing hand away.
“You want my tits, bitch? Fine; you got’em, baby!” Jessica snarled, and suddenly leaned forward, dropping her sweaty breasts right onto the other woman’s face, and then quickly wrapped her arms around Kate’s head, keeping it firmly in place.
Flat on her back with her face completely covered by the hot, supple flesh of Jessica’s full breasts, Kate could not breathe and struggled, twisting and kicking in her attempts to somehow free her sealed breathing passages. She could not do it. She was simply too worn out to force her rival off of her, and could only buck feebly and plough the floor with her heels, while tugging weakly on Jessica’s hair and swatting ineffectually at the American woman’s taut, glistening back with both hands. Jessica merely ignored Kate’s pathetic efforts and continued lying on top of the helpless English actress, flattening her to the floor and smothering her with her bare breasts.
Just before Kate had passed out from lack of oxygen, Jessica suddenly lifted her breasts off the Brit’s face, allowing her to breathe again.
“You like that, you English slut? You want some more?”, Jessica growled as she arched her back and propped herself on her braced arms, her juicy tits dangling just above Kate’s face, the sweat dripping constantly from her erect nipples.
“Fuck you, bitch!” was Kate’s strangled reply.
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Almost immediately, Jessica’s arms were again wrapped tightly around Kate’s head and the sexy Englishwoman once more found herself with her face jammed deep into her rival’s ample cleavage and her nose and mouth sealed off by the Minnesota beauty’s supple, sweaty titflesh. And this time, it proved to be even worse than before.
Even though she knew she had clearly won the fight, Jessica was not satisfied. She wanted to hear Kate admit defeat and beg for mercy, and was determined to make that happen before she herself had passed out from exhaustion. Managing to work her right leg between her opponent’s legs, she now repeatedly slammed her knee directly into Kate’s defenseless pussy as she continued to suffocate the hapless London native.
Kate could not handle any more. And it was not the knees to her vulnerable womanhood that did it Although the pain in her tender crotch was excruciating, she was no wimp and probably would have been able to withstand it, at least for a while longer, had it not been for the lack of air, which she found to be pure agony – both physical and mental. Being unable to draw air into her lungs – and at a stage where her body’s need for oxygen was greater than ever after all of her exertions – not only hurt Kate, but also frightened her, and eventually broke her. Pride or no pride – she had to breathe.
“Stop,” Kate moaned, as soon as Jessica lifted her breasts off her face and she could suck in a breath of air. “Please… I give up… You win… Just stop it, please!”
Smiling gleefully, Jessica slowly rubbed her juicy, sweat-soaked tits in Kate’s face for several seconds, and then stuffed the right one in the beaten actress’ mouth, testing her newly established dominance over the sexy Englishwoman. Kate stirred slightly, and with almost her entire vulnerable breast between her rival’s strong teeth, Jessica tensed up and held her breath for a second, but she need not have worried. Kate did not bite. Both her body and her will broken, it was obvious that the defeated British beauty had accepted the superiority of her younger rival and would not offer any further resistance. Jessica now slid back, grabbed hold of Kate’s writs and pinned her arms above her head, trapping the older woman in a full body press, the American’s younger, stronger tits once again crushing and flattening the Englishwoman’s beaten boobs, completely covering and smothering them. Savoring the moment for a while, enjoying the feeling of her defeated rival’s warm, soft body lying limply beneath hers, Jessica suddenly bent her head down and mashed her mouth against Kate’s, plunging her tongue down the pinned woman’s throat. Kate stiffened and gave a muffled moan of protest, but had neither the strength, nor the will to resist, and the younger actress easily had her way with her conquered rival’s beautiful face. Kissing the supine British beauty deeply and roughly for a few seconds, Jessica raised her head and looked straight into Kate’s eyes.
“You fight well, grandma, I’ll give you that!” the Minnesota native said, still holding her vanquished foe securely pinned down. “For a woman your age, that is. You’re tough too; the only problem is that you’re not too bright and you picked a fight with someone you never stood a chance against. And you will NEVER stand a chance against me because, to put it simply, I’m younger, stronger, hotter, and just… BETTER than you. But I guess you know that now, don’t you?”
Smiling gleefully after delivering this last jibe, Jessica finally got off of her thoroughly thrashed and humbled foe, not forgetting to contemptuously brush her triumphant tits against Kate’s face one final time before getting to her feet.
“And one more thing,” the victorious woman continued, after pausing briefly to catch her breath, “Next time you try to mess with me, I’ll rip your fuckin’ tits off!” And she placed her right heel smack in the middle of Kate’s right breast, and pressed down, twisting her foot back and forth.
Lying flat on her back, Kate screeched as her already abused tit was mashed and ground beneath the other woman’s heel, and, reacting instinctively, she dug the fingernails of both hands in Jessica’s right ankle. Cursing, Jessica pulled her foot away from her victim’s breast, and them snarled at her.
“So, you want more, huh!” the lovely Minnesota native said angrily, and then moved.
Standing with one foot on either side of her fallen foe’s head, and facing Kate’s feet, Jessica quickly dropped down to her knees, then shifted her weight backwards and lowered her body so that she simply sat down right on Kate’s face. Caught completely unawares by the move, Kate managed only a short, panicky squeak before her nose and mouth disappeared up the crack of the other woman’s naked, sweaty ass. Within less than a second, the front part of Kate’s face had fitted snugly between the two firm, slick globes of Jessica’s shapely backside, and the British beauty once again found herself unable to breathe.
“Let’s see you scratch now, bitch!” Jessica snarled, as she swiftly grasped Kate’s wrists, immobilizing her arms.
Desperate for air, Kate twisted and squirmed beneath her foe, arching her back and kicking wildly in all directions, but it was all in vain. She was much too weakened to be able to escape, and despite all her efforts, she remained on her back with her head pinned to the floor and her face buried beneath her rival’s well-rounded derriere.
Knowing that Kate could not possibly last much longer without air, Jessica began to wriggle her hips around, grinding her ass hard into the Brit’s face, determined to smother her out.
“Havin’ fun down there, slut?” The young American actress growled, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the other woman’s face beneath her sculpted backside as she clenched and humped and clenched and humped, utilizing the full potential of her taut, glistening buttocks to finish off her helpless foe.
Kate’s lithe, slim body jerked spasmodically, her long legs thrashing around as she fought for oxygen. She somehow managed to wrench her arms free from her opponent’s grasp, but it was already too late. She was only half-conscious by now and could nothing but slap and claw weakly at Jessica’s sweaty hips and sides without any result. It was not very long before her arms fell limply to the floor, and after a few more spasms and twitches, she suddenly shuddered and lay limp, smothered into unconsciousness by the younger woman’s naked ass.
Panting harshly, Jessica remained sitting on her rival’s face for a couple of seconds, just to make sure Kate wasn’t faking it, and then slowly stood up, looking down at the beaten actress, her chest swelling with pride. It had been the hardest-fought battle she had ever been in, but in the end she had prevailed. As unexpectedly tough and strong Kate had turned out to be, she had still managed to conquer the sexy Englishwoman.
Having accomplished what she had come here to do, Jessica now felt that it was time for her to get out. Finding the bathroom, she took a quick shower, and then came back into the living-room. She had just finished dressing up when she suddenly remembered the waivers lying in a corner of the room. Walking over, she picked up the two valuable documents she had fought so hard to earn. Taking a lighter out of her purse, she set fire to the one that she had signed and dropped it in the fireplace where she watched it burn, before crushing the charred remnants to ashes. She then put the lighter back in her purse together with the waiver signed by Kate, which ensured that the British actress was out of the running for the role. Of course she knew that this meant nothing. There were still plenty of other actresses up for that part and she realized fully well that just because Kate would not get the role did not mean that it would automatically go to her. Right now, she could not care less about that. She felt great. No matter what happened with the movie, at least she had the satisfaction of having had thoroughly thrashed Kate Beckinsale and proven that she was a better woman than the English bitch.
Just as Jessica was about to leave the house, Kate began to come to, moaning as she stirred on the floor.
“Mornin’, bitch?” Jessica said cheerfully. “Sleep well?”
Blinking, Kate looked around in confusion, still trying to figure out where she was and what had happened. Then it all came back to her. Instantly, her eyes darted to the corner where the waivers had been.
“Uh-uh!” Jessica said, patting her purse. “I got it, and I’ll betcha anythin’ you can’t make me give it to you!”
Kate tried to get up, but was just too exhausted and hurt and after several futile attempts to rise, she just lay on the floor her eyes full of despair as she tried to fight back her tears.
“It’s OK; you can cry.” Jessica said and then a cruel little smile twisted her full lips. “I mean another woman just came into your own house, kicked your ass, then sat on your face till you passed out, all of which cost you a role in a movie – I’d say that’s a pretty good excuse for cryin’!”
“Still, all is not lost,” Jessica continued after making a brief pause to let the jibe sink in. “You may not get to play Wonder Woman in a movie, but you can always dress up as her on Halloween again; I’m not gonna stop you! Although, if you ask me, you should probably save the money for a costume, dress exactly like you’re dressed now and go as yourself: Beaten Woman!”
Laughing harshly, Jessica Biel opened the door and walked out with her head held high, leaving an utterly denuded, defeated, and disgraced Kate Beckinsale lying on the floor in a pool of her own sweat and tears.

So I lied… Wait did I mention that was the end of the story? Anyway, like I said, I fibbed a bit. In my previous tale I announced that the next pair would be Carmen Electra and Melinda Messenger. Yeah, well… something happened. Namely Dave Navaro divorcing Carmen Electra and hooking up with Jenna Jameson. I thought this to be a fairly decent story material so I started working on it, which sort of tied Carmen up for the time being. At about the same time I came across the posts re the Wonder Woman movie and I decided to make something out of the fact that both Jessica’s and Kate’s names were being bandied about in connection with that project. The two seemed like a really good match to me and I just picked it up and ran with it; sorry if you were disappointed by the effort. I also apologize to all Melinda fans out there; it doesn’t look like she’ll be making an appearance any time soon – not in any of my stories anyway. So, as I mentioned before, next up will be Carmen Electra and Jenna Jameson, and that story should be posted with the next update. It’s almost completed, with just a some minor editing left to be done.
One more thing. Like all my previous stories, this one comes standard has a bunch of photos to go with it. Now, anyone could e-mail me and ask me to send them over, but to be perfectly honest, only a select few would actually get them. The fact that they take forever to attach to a message and it’s a real inconvenience aside, I still feel a little irked by the way some people went about asking me for this particular favor last time. When one receives the “send-me-the-fuckin’-pics-fucko” (or words to that effect) kind of message, not even a “hello” anywhere in sight, it’s hardly heart-warming or conducive to any kindness in return. I’m not whining; I’m just warning to avoid any potential misunderstandings.
Have to go now. Till next time – keep well!