Tinseltown Showdown

by Blizzard

 

 

        The standing room only auditorium crowd was buzzing with excitement and anticipation as the ring announcer boomed “And now ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our Main Event!” Thunderous cheers and applause reverberated off the walls as most of the spectators rose to their feet. “It is the Tinseltown Showdown, and now entering the ring is Courtney Love!” The confident, wild-haired blonde walked down the aisle amidst cheers and whistles. Her flowered silk short robe danced on her hips as she made her way to the ring, smiling at her fans and pumping her fist in the air. She ducked between the ropes and snatched the microphone out of the announcer’s hand as the crowd continued to roar. “Are you ready to see an ass-kicking tonight?!” yelled the blonde. The response was deafening as she tossed the microphone back to the announcer and paraded around the ring, absorbing the applause from her fans. She stopped in her corner and seductively pulled open her robe sash, slipping it off her shoulders and tossing it a few rows back, causing a minor brawl for the souvenir. Courtney stood proudly with her hands on her hips, barefoot and clad in a pink string bikini and black sports bra.

 

        “And now, entering the ring, Ms. Love’s opponent, Rose McGowan!” The cheers for Courtney quickly turned negative as the dark haired vixen strode down the aisle, her eyes fixed on the blonde in the ring. Boo’s were numerous as Rose climbed into the ring and quickly yanked off her short black kimono, throwing it across the ring at her opponent. The brunette stood still, her eyes burning into Courtney, who kicked the girl’s kimono out of the ring with disdain. Rose was an equally admirable physical specimen, dressed in a black leather thong and matching leather brassiere, fighting barefoot as well. “Where’s your gender-confused boyfriend, bitch?! Doesn’t he want to watch me kick your filthy ass?!” screamed Courtney. The crowd yelled their approval, anxious for the blonde to destroy the hated brunette. You couldn’t help but love the foul-mouthed blonde, even if she sometimes doesn’t know when to exercise restraint. Courtney was referring to Marilyn Manson, sometimes linked with Rose. Her band had quit a concert tour with Manson, and there was an abundance of bad blood between the two stars. She couldn’t wait to take out her aggravation on his girlfriend. Rose remained silent, content to just coldly stare at her opponent.

 

        The announcer interrupted the growing tension. “This will be a no time limit match to conclusion. There is no referee, and nothing is prohibited during the match. A winner will be declared when she has pinned her opponent and completed a 10 count. There will be no forfeits or submissions; you cannot tap out of this match. It is a fight to the finish. May the best woman win!”

The crowd went wild as the announcer stepped from the ring. The two fighters faced one another in a stare-down, and the bell rang. “Bring it, bitch!” goaded Courtney as she and Rose circled one another cautiously. The two came together in a clinch, and grappled on their feet trying to gain an advantage. The blonde jammed her knee into her opponents belly, forcing a gasp from the brunette’s lips. A follow-up knee lift had Rose doubled over, fighting for breath. Courtney smashed a forearm across the girl’s back, driving her to her hands and knees. The crowd had gone wild, loudly cheering their favorite on.

 

        As the brunette remained on her hands and knees, momentarily disabled, Courtney leaned over her and deftly unhooked her leather bra. She hauled Rose to her feet by her long dark mane and snatched off the bra, as the spectators howled at the sight of Rose’s naked breasts. “I thought you were tough, bitch!” hissed the confident blonde into her foe’s ear. She grabbed Rose’s wrist and whipped her into the ropes. Courtney set herself as the girl rebounded off the ropes, leaning over to back drop the brunette. Rose had recovered from the few blows she had earlier absorbed, and as she reached the bent over blonde, she drove her knee into the girl’s face. Courtney cried out in pain as her body was launched backwards. She crashed to the mat on her back, her hands covering her face. The concerned crowd was nearly silenced as Rose approached the fallen blonde, grasping her own naked breasts and giving them a jiggle as she looked out at the spectators. “Oooww...you..bitch!” moaned Courtney as she was yanked to her feet, her head swimming. “Let me show you how that move is done, slut!” yelled the brunette as she hammered blows into Courtney’s belly. The blonde sunk to her knees, gasping for breath, and was immediately pulled back up and whipped into the ropes. She ricocheted off them, stumbling toward the center of the ring where Rose executed a textbook back drop. Her opponent sailed over her head, slamming to the mat with such force she bounced and skidded to a stop.

 

        Courtney’s fans screamed encouragement to the dazed fighter. Rose flashed an evil grin as she blew them mock kisses. She stood over the moaning blonde and belly stomped her several times. Courtney wailed in agony as she curled up into a fetal position, trying to cover up. The raven haired girl slowly lifted her damaged foe to her feet by her hair and held her there so the two were face to face. “You’re all talk and no action, blondie.” said Rose. Courtney whimpered, still in a fog, and her opponent suddenly wrapped her arms around her back and lunged forward. Courtney smashed to the mat with Rose atop her, the belly to belly suplex devastating the gasping blonde. The brunette straddled her on her knees, looking down at Courtney’s ghost white face, which desperately struggled for air. “What’s wrong, sweetie?!” teased Rose. “Trouble breathing?!” She took Courtney’s chin in her hand and turned her head so she looked toward the crowd. Standing beside the ring was Marilyn Manson. The blonde gazed at him in her anguished state and a shocked look crossed her face. “Hi doll, having trouble?!” sneered Marilyn. Rose turned her opponents face back so it was facing up toward her. “There he is, bitch. When are you going to start kicking my ass?” she asked.

 

        The brunette rocked Courtney’s face back and forth with several powerful slaps, the blonde squealing helplessly. Rose leaned over her and squashed her breasts into the whimpering girl’s face. She pinned Courtney’s wrists to the mat as she smothered her, the pathetic blonde’s legs weakly kicking at the mat. The response from the crowd was mixture of desperate encouragement for Courtney and thunderous boo’s directed at Rose. The brunette smiled at the crowd as she continued to breast smother the faltering blonde beneath her. Courtney’s legs slowly swept the mat as she fought for breath and then lay still. Rose lifted her breasts off her, sitting back on the barely conscious blonde’s hips. Courtney’s eyes were shut, a soft moan coming from her lips. Rose grasped the girl’s bra and snatched it downward, causing the blonde’s big breasts to flop out over the top of the cups. The brunette got to her feet and hauled her foe up by her hair. She walked the stumbling girl over to the corner and slammed her face first into the turnbuckle. While holding her by the hair, Rose allowed the stunned blonde to slowly sink to a seated position on the mat. She leaned the defenseless girl forward so her head rested against the corner post. Marilyn was standing there at the corner, laughing wickedly at the beaten blonde. “How are you feeling, sugar plumb?!” he teased. Rose joined him outside the ring as a few members of the crowd tossed garbage their way.

 

        The brutal brunette grabbed Courtney by her ankles and yanked her toward the corner post. The blonde’s crotch was smashed into the bottom of the post as she emitted a guttural groan and collapsed onto her back, clutching her crotch. Boo’s showered down from the appalled spectator’s as Rose calmly made her way back through the ropes. Courtney was pitifully beginning to attempt to crawl away on her hands and knees, and the dark haired tormentress came up behind her and grabbed the girl’s panties, slipping them off the whimpering blonde. She held the pink string bikini  up to the crowd and said “Look at these cute little girlie panties! You really have let Hollywood go to your head!” There was no more encouragement being yelled to Courtney. The nearly naked blonde was being destroyed by her rival, and everyone in attendance knew it. Rose slipped Courtney’s panties over the girl’s head and around her neck. She used them as a leash as she allowed the now weeping blonde to continue to crawl across the mat. “Please,” sniveled the blonde. “You win....let me go..” Rose snickered wickedly as she tugged on the panty leash. “You can’t quit this fight, honey, we’re going all the way.” She reached down and adjusted the damp panties so they were between Courtney’s lips. The embarrassed blonde mumbled a muffled protest as Rose held the leash taught and suddenly buried her foot between her opponent’s legs. The crotch kick forced a garbled yelp from Courtney. The crowd screamed their displeasure as Rose crotch kicked Courtney again. She collapsed face down as the brunette gave her slack in the panty leash. The sobbing blonde’s hands were thrust under her body, holding her damaged womanhood, as her head was held tipped back by Rose. “I’m just softening you up for your upcoming fucking. How do you like my method of foreplay, bitch?!” asked the brunette. Courtney was beaten and in agony, her crotch throbbing, but she was conscious enough to contemplate her opponent’s last statement. She had no idea what Rose had meant, but it scared her. She just wanted this to end, the brunette was totally destroying her in front of the huge crowd. She would never live this down.

 

        “Pweese!” she mumbled, her mouth gagged with her string bikini. “Pin me, I gwiff up!” The crowd screamed for a halt to the destruction, but their plea’s were hopeless. Courtney had signed for the match, and now she’d have to continue until the 10 count. Rose yanked the crying girl to her feet. She displayed her to the crowd while holding her with a handful of blonde hair. The panties were cast aside and Courtney’s bra was removed, and Marilyn Manson cheered loudly as the completely naked blonde was posed. “Time for your audition, Miss Hollywood.” snarled Rose as she leaned forward and positioned her limp foe across her shoulders, facing the ceiling. The powerful brunette stood up, with Courtney draped over her shoulders in a backbreaker hold. She slowly paraded around the ring , her agonized foe moaning as her legs quivered in the air, her arms hanging limply. Rose stood in the center of the ring and bounced several times, applying excruciating pressure to the defenseless blonde’s back. “Unnnngghhh!” groaned Courtney as she began to black out from the pain. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt something touch her labia. The blonde was unable to defend herself, and Rose slowly inserted two of her fingers into the moaning girl’s pussy. Courtney’s fans were horrified as they watched their fighter being fingered as she remained in the backbreaker hold. A confusing mixture of agony and arousal enveloped the blonde as Rose quickened her pace with her fingers. “Nnnoooo....” moaned the blonde, unable to quell her body’s response to the stimulation. Her hips bucked against the brunette’s rhythm as the numbing pleasure momentarily masked the pain she was feeling. The blonde quivered violently and climaxed with a loud scream, her legs twitching for a moment until they hung limp.

 

        Rose held her spent foe there on her shoulders for a moment, smiling devilishly at the stunned crowd as she withdrew her fingers from Courtney. She walked to the corner and set the ragdoll blonde down on her feet, her back to the ring post and her arms draped over the ropes. Courtney hung there, her eyes closed and her chin resting on her chest. She was absolutely destroyed and spent. Rose put her wet fingers under her opponent’s chin and tipped her head back. Winking at the crowd, she kissed the blonde full on the lips, her tongue circling the girl’s lips before stepping back. “I think you passed the audition, babe.” she said. “There’s only one problem, though. I want to get off too!” The crowd was pleading for the end; their fighter was helpless. The brunette hauled Courtney to the center of the ring and stepped back, measuring the wobbly blonde. She blew her foe a kiss and then nailed her flush on the jaw with a powerful straight punch. There was a screech from the audience as their girl toppled backwards and crashed to the mat, spread-eagled and out cold.

       

        Rose paraded around the destroyed, naked blonde and barked at the crowd. “Look at your trashy mouthed bitch now!” She peeled off her leather thong and reverse straddled Courtney on her knees and tugged at the blonde’s bush, receiving no response. “Ever since you started acting, you think you’re shit doesn’t stink.” hissed the dark haired girl. She sat back, squashing her pussy onto Courtney’s face. “Smell this, candyass!” Despicable boo’s reverberated throughout the building as Rose began to slowly rub herself back and forth across her unconscious opponent’s face. “One...Two...Three...” The brunette quickened her pace as her nipples became erect and her eyes closed. “Four...Five...Six...” Marilyn Manson was laughing wickedly as he watched his friend riding his defenseless rival’s face. The nude blonde was a sorry sight, stretched out flat on her back in the ring center with Rose using her face for sexual satisfaction. “Seven!” moaned the brunette. “Eight!” she gasped. “Niiinnne!” she screamed as her hips bucked wildly and she reached climax, moaning and exhaling rapidly as she lurched forward on her hands, her ass sitting still on Courtney’s face. She remained there momentarily, catching her breath and basking in the tidal wave that had just torn through her body. She finally straightened back up, sitting hard on her rival’s face and raised her arms in victory. “Ten!” she shouted to the crowd, her complexion a deep pink and a coy grin across her face.

        

        The satisfied, victorious brunette slowly got to her feet and pulled on her thong as the ring announcer entered the ring. She stood with her hands on her hips and one foot resting on Courtney’s slick chin as he boomed “Winner of the match...........Rose McGowan!” The audience booed and yelled obscenities as the brunette leaned over and pinched the blonde’s nipples. Courtney was unresponsive, still out cold and the epitome of destruction. “Down and out, bitch!” spat Rose as she climbed from the ring and she and Marilyn proceeded up the aisle, laughing at the sneering crowd. The ring physician rushed to Courtney and was administering smelling salts to the naked blonde as the victorious brunette and her friend headed for the dressing rooms.

 

The End