Britney Spears: Jobber by Super Lucky (Fantasy super star story)

The Women's Celebrity Wrestling League started on a whim when a few of the biggest female stars in the world realized that they could make money by forming a wrestling organization. Their thinking was “hey, what guy wouldn't pay to see two of the hottest women in the world wrestle?” Also, considering the natural competitive nature of these women, and the professional jealousies that existed between them, this was a good way for them to settle some differences in the most basic of ways…in a fight.

The founder of the league was one of the biggest female stars alive…Julia Roberts. She decided to enlist Drew Barrymore as her “right hand woman”, knowing Drew's ability to convince people to participate in things. Before long, not just “B” list, but “A” list actresses were taking part and the league was a big success. It had champions, pay per views and the promise that two of the hottest female stars around were going to fight it out in a WWF style ring.

As in all things, some of the girls tended to gravitate towards good while others tended to break the rules. Stables formed based on longtime friendships. Some girls emerged as contenders, some took their place as jobbers. Constantly, more and more girls were joining the league. In fact, joining had become something of a status symbol among female celebrities.

Tonight, a major star was making her debut. Britney Spears wasn't just the reigning “Princess of Pop”, she was one of the most recognizable women on earth. She hadn't been invited to join sooner…many believed Commissioner Drew had kept her out on the request of her “Charlie's Angels” pal Cameron Diaz who's relationship with Britney's ex Justin Timberlake had made her hate the young singing star. Other hinted that Britney, despite her athletic dancer's body, was a wimp and her smoking didn't help. When Britney heard those rumors she demanded that Julia sign her to the league so she could prove “just who the wimps were.” Julia signed her on the spot.

Arriving at the arena and stepping out of her SL500 Mercedes, Britney was informed that her opponent would be Michelle Rodriguez. Britney asked which way was the locker room and went off to prepare for her match. Her younger sister, Jamie-Lynn Spears, followed close behind. She was her older sister's biggest fan and biggest booster. She idolized Britney and was certain her big sister would have no problem become the Princess of Wrestling just like she did music. “You're going to kick her butt, right sis?” Asked Jamie-Lynn. Britney put her arm around her little sister. “You bet!” Britney flicked her used cigarette away and they walked into the locker room.

In her locker room, Michelle Rodriguez was chomping at the bit to get a shot at Britney. Michelle wasn't a huge star, but had a solid career in action films like “SWAT” and “Resident Evil.” She was tough and a real fighter…even before joining the league she had kicked an ass or two in her day. She was proud of her reputation as a street fighter and rule breaker. She had a very impressive record and was a clear contender for the championship somewhere down the line.

The cameras caught Michelle in her locker room as she was tightening her black wrestling boots. Her attire for the ring was simple and what you might expect…some cutoffs and a black sports bra. She looked ready for action. The backstage reporter caught Michelle's eye and the camera started to roll.

“Michelle,” he asked, “tonight you face newcomer Britney Spears. What are your thoughts on this match?”

Michelle looked plenty pissed by the question. “What are my thoughts? What are my thoughts? That's a stupid question!” Michelle stood and pushed the reporter aside. “My thoughts are that I'm going to pound the snot out of that blond tramp! I should be fighting the champ tonight…but instead I get some baby pop singer! What the hell is that about?” Michelle slammed her fist against the locker. “So I'm going to beat that baby until she pisses herself! Just to prove that I can! I consider this match an insult…and little baby Britty is going to pay!”

The reporter caught his breath. “Britney is in excellent shape and seems to be very athletic…”

Michelle showed her six pack abs. “What, and I'm not?” She sneered coldly. “I'm tougher than her, stronger than her and meaner than her! I've been in more fights than she's had boyfriends! She's one dead baby!” And with that, Michelle concluded her interview.

The camera crew next went to Britney's dressing room and found the young blond dressed in a pair of blue bikini briefs, adorned with red stars. Above that she wore a stylish blue t-shirt that was cut to expose her tight midsection. Her boots were white, with her name printed vertically on the side in red letters. Next to her stood her younger sister Jamie-Lynn, dressed in some jeans and a “Britney Rocks” t-shirt. Britney smiled for the camera. Before the interview began, Britney stubbed out her cigarette…the third since her arrival at the arena.

“Britney, this is your first match and your opponent has already had some choice words for you.” Britney still smiled through the interviewer's remarks.

She put her arm around her little sister and threw back her blond hair. “What did she say about me?” She asked cutely.

“She said your were a tramp and a baby.” The interviewer responded.

Britney laughed and pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her tight body and a bikini top to match her briefs. “Well…does this look like the body of a baby?” Britney didn't even wait for the reviewer to respond. She just led her sister out of the locker room and headed to the ring.

In the ring Britney stretched while the fans cheered her. The all-American blond was very popular among the people in attendance, even though she was making her debut. She smiled and waved, acknowledging the affection of the fans. Britney got one last “high five” from her sister before turning to see Michelle come charging down the ramp.

Michelle rolled into the ring, sprang up and charged right over to the still smiling Britney. Before the bell could ring, or Britney could react, Michelle grabbed the young blonde's hair and yanked Britney to the mat. Britney landed square against the canvas and couldn't believe the force of the blow. All the air was driven out of her upon impact. She grabbed at her blond locks, sure Michelle had yanked a few out with that move.

Michelle wasn't the type to wait around. She was a wild animal in a fight. She stomped over and grabbed another handful of Britney's blond hair. With it, she roughly yanked the young blond off the mat and to a standing position. Britney squealed as she was hauled up, still coughing from the force of the impact with the canvas. Michelle saw an opening and slammed her free right hand into Britney's tight gut.

“Oooof!” Britney's body contorted with the blow, but she had tightened her muscles at the last second. Unfortunately, Michelle knew it and immediately rammed a second fist into the young blonde's belly. This time, Britney did not have the second she needed to tighten her abs and the blow made serious contact. Britney felt all the air rush out of her lungs as Michelle's fist went deep into her gut. The young blonde's knees buckled and she slipped to the mat, gripping her belly.

On the mat, Britney could hear Michelle's taunts. “Get up, bitch!” Britney couldn't. Her lungs were burning…some from the force of the hard shots to her gut and subsequent loss of breath, some from the fact that her smoking had taken a toll on her aerobic conditioning. Her eyes began to fill with salty tears as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Come on, Sis!” Jamie Lynn cheered her sister on from the ring apron. Michelle heard the younger Spears and turned her head sharply. She gave Jamie Lynn a cold stare, followed by a wink.

“You're sister's a wimpy skank.” Michelle hissed at the wide-eyed, frightened youngster. Jamie Lynn got all her strength together to answer. “No she's not! She's going to kick your ass, bitch!”

Britney was still coughing in the ring, cursing herself for those extra few cigarettes before the match. She was also cursing Jamie for her bravado. She just knew it was going to make Michelle go rougher on her.

The Puerto Rican beauty turned away from the little sister, laughing like a hungry hyena, as she pounced again upon the elder Spears girl. She waited for Brit to get to all fours, before giving her a swift kick to the backside. Britney sprawled forward, landing face down on the mat. The fans responded with a jolly laugh at the pop princess' humiliation.

Michelle bent down alongside the flattened blond and grabbed and handful of Britney's golden hair. She yanked back, pulling Britney's face off the mat and giving her neck a good stretch in the process. Alongside Britty's tear streaked cheeks, she snarled in the battered beauty's face.

“Are you crying, bitch? Crying like a baby? Who's the baby now?” Britney didn't reply. She just cried more and more. She tried to form some words.

“…p…plea…please…” Michelle never let her finish. She just slammed Brit's face down to the mat and stood up. Britney rolled onto her back, putting her hands over her face. Her body was a ball of pain. But, for Britney, the worst part was the crowd. As a performer, she loved when they cheered for her. She was the perfect “face.” Always looking for the fan's affection. But these fans couldn't stand bad wrestling. The cheered on Michelle as she punished the jobber Britney. Brit knew they were taking pleasure in watching her get what she deserved for her bad performance in the ring.

Up she went, again yanked roughly off the canvass by her blond tresses. Michelle flicked her wrist a few times, wrapping blond hair around it. She pulled with her full might, again giving Britney a shameful walk around the ring. Britney stumbled behind, trying to keep up with Michelle's pace. Michelle stopped at every corner to show the fans just how much she was in control. Finally, she pulled Britney to the ropes where Jamie Lynn was standing.

“What do you think about your sissy sister now, little girl?” Jamie looked in the face of her big sister…her idol…and started to cry. For Britney, that took all the remaining steam out of her. Michelle must have known, because she immediately whipped Britney into the opposing corner post. Britney landed flush, her back slamming against the turnbuckles.

Michelle didn't hesitate at all. It was her decisive nature that made her so dangerous. She charged forward, running at full speed, and spearing Spears with her shoulder. As she backed off, she could tell the effects the force had on Britney.

Britney's eyes started to roll back and she became woozy. She tried to take a step out of the corner, but her finely toned athletic legs had no strength in them. She just went wobbly, like a knock-kneed lamb, and fell flat on the mat.

Britney lay face down, her head swimming. Her body hurt all over. She knew her wrestling debut had been a total failure. Before she could even get herself back to her feet, Michelle grabbed one of Britney's ankles…and then the other. Flat on her back, with her legs being held up and spread, Britney knew what was coming next. Michelle's dreaded finisher…

“Do you wanna see this stinky baby get crotched?” Michelle asked the crowd her rhetorical question. She knew the answer. So did poor Britney, who was shaking her head “no” and trying to wave Michelle off. Michelle just looked down and taunted the frightened Spears. “No? No?” She mocked the pleading in Britney's eyes. “Do you want me to go easy on you, Baby?”

Britney continued to beg with her pleading eyes and gasping breaths. Michelle decided to ease up. “Tell these people what you are and I'll go easy on you.” Britney's mind was too swollen with pain to understand what Michelle wanted. The Puerto Rican destroyer knew this and clarified her meaning. “Tell these people you're a baby and I'll let you go…baby!”

Britney knew what she had to do. She had already let her sister, and her fans down. There was nothing she could do to turn that back. At least, she thought, she could save herself more pain. All it took was a little more humiliation.

“I'M A BABY!!!!!!!!!” Britney yelled. The fans laughed along with Michelle. “I'M A BIG BABY!!!!!!!”

Michelle didn't seem satisfied. “Baby's don't talk like that!”

Britney swallowed down the last of her pride. “GOO GOO! GA GA! I'M A BABY!!!!!!!”

Michelle could hardly control her laughter. She looked around and acted like something stunk. “Baby Britney, did you go poopy?”

Britney saw the down look on her sister's face. But she had pretty much lost everything and wasn't about to take Michelle's vicious finisher if she didn't have to. “BABY BRITNEY WENT POOPY!!!!!!”

Michelle just shook her head in disgust. “Well then, I guess baby Britney needs to be punished…” Britney didn't even have a second to let it digest…

WHAM!!!!!! Michelle landed her knee drop right between the tight thighs of Spears. “AAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Britney's screams of pain could be heard in other parts of the arena. She flailed on the mat, hands and arms bouncing around. Body shuddering and eyes watering. But Michelle was relentless as she ground her own taught knee into Britney's womanhood. Britney was a slobbering mess, broken and humiliated.

The ref bent down to check on Spears. It was academic. He signaled for the bell and ordered Michelle off the squashed blond jobber. Michelle Rodriguez stood and accepted her victory with a raised arm. Britney rolled onto her side, her hands buried between her thighs.

She sobbed to herself, trying to massage the unbelievable pain from her most sensitive of places. Michelle turned her attention back to the beaten pop tart. She kicked Britney with the toe of her boot, as if playing with a dead carcass. Finally, she pulled the ailing youngster up by a hand full of blond hair and back of her American flag bikini bottoms.

Britney couldn't stand without help. Her legs were still locked together at the knees and her thighs were tight together. Her hands were still stuck between her legs as she did the dance of the crotch crushed…the shuffle back and forth. Michelle looked at Jamie Lynn…

“Do you want your baby sister back?” Jamie didn't answer. She didn't need to.

Like the jobber she is, Britney got thrown out of the ring by the seat of her bottoms. She lay on the floor, still trying to alleviate the pain from her privates. After a while, Britney was able to collect herself enough to walk back up the aisle.

Jamie Lynn supported her older sister on the long, humiliating walk out of the arena. As she stumbled along, stopping frequently to try and massage herself, she was met with the disdain of the fans. As the fire shot through her crotch, Britney kneeled down to regain some strength.

“YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” The chant echoed through the arena as Britney finally made it to the back.