Lacey Turner V. Michelle Keeghan

Lacey Amelia Turner
28 March 1988 (1988-03-28) (age 21)
Hendon, London England

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Michelle Elizabeth Keegan (born 3 June 1987) is an award-winning British actress best known for her role as Tina McIntyre in Coronation Street.

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It was only natural that they were rivals really. They were on opposing television channels, sexy young soap stars on each channels flagship programme. Whenever there was a soap awards show, or a sexiest female contest or even just pictures in the fashion and gossip magazines they seemed to be compared and contrasted and inevitablely they developed an annoyance at the other. That annoyance turned to dislike, then to genuine hate and before too long the mere mention of the other was like a red rag to a bull for either young starlet.

Lacey had been in the celebrity spotlight that bit longer. Rising to soap stardom in BBC’s EastEnders as mouthy Street market tart, Stacey Slater. Like most good characters Stacey was really very close to Lacey’s real life character. The dark haired temptress was as flirty, as foul-mouthed and as volatile as her on screen doppelganger. She had already fallen foul of the perils of fame, a Sunday tabloid printing pictures of her drunk, screaming and brawling in a London night-club.

Michelle was acknowledged as the more talented actress of the two by her peers, but by popular vote it was the Eastender that continually pipped her to viewer voted awards. That rankled Michelle more than she liked to let on. She was by far the more educated and talented of the two but that filthy little gutter dweller Lacey seemed to get all the plaudits and all the headlines.

The similarities in their roles on these most competitive of TV shows saw both girls continually compared and contrasted and the rivalry built in their heads with every magazine article, picture and story. Michelle had looked down her nose at Lacey from their first meeting and it was only getting worse with each meeting. Things were to come to an explosive head in the bathroom at the Inside Soap Award 2009, where both girls were up for the Best Actress award.

Lacey had attended the ceremony wearing what she believed was a pretty classy short, black dress. In truth it was a pretty slutty number and her fishnet stockings, her piled up hair and caked on make up did little to dispel the image. Michelle, by contrast was wearing a designer light blue, silk dress that made her look stunning, certainly she would not have looked out of place wearing that number at the Oscars never mind some stupid British soap awards. She was wearing her hair long and was relying on her natural beauty with just a hint of make up.

However she looked it had not affected Lacey’s chances and she had just given her victorious winners speech as she had just lifted the award for the third year running. Her insincere congratulations in the speech to the other candidates had been the highlight (or the low point depending upon your point if view). Having made it back to her table and downed a full gin and tonic she decided she should head to the bathroom to ‘freshen up a little’ , taking her chunky lump of metal award with her. By all the coincidences in the world the only person in the ladies bathroom when she entered was Michelle staring at her reflection in one of the mirrors and dabbing at the side of her eyes.

Lacey was a brash, confident young woman at the best of times but tonight she was ultra cocky following her triumph. She saw her rival touching at some make up over by the mirrors and made a bee line right to the mirror next to Michelle. Inwardly Michelle groaned, Lacey was the last person she wanted to be in here with, she hoped someone else would enter soon to avoid any unpleasantness. That wasn’t going to happen because Lacey had hung a sign on the door saying the bathroom was out of order, in order to give her some privacy before even knowing Michelle was in there.

Lacey made a great show of placing her award statuette on the far right of the little shelf before the mirror, right next to Michelle’s shelf. It was such a garish thing that she could not avoid it even if she tried. Still Michelle thought she’d better try to appear gracious as it was clear the Eastenders star=2 0wanted some form of acknowledgement. Without even turning her head the Coronation Street babe spoke while she applied some lipstick.

“Well done.”

It was a forced congratulation and had no sincerity whatsoever. They both knew it. Lacey glanced to her right and gave an equally insincere reply.

“Yeah, whatever, you did well to get nominated but you couldn0t have expected to win, could you?”

“Oh? Why not?”

“Well Darling (this word was sarcastic and in that famed East End accent). Look at who you were up against! Me! It’s not like you or any of the others had a chance! I always win these awards, don’t I?”

It was evident that Lacey had downed quite a few glasse s of wine and with her tongue loosened and her ego boosted by the victory she was quite the unbearable winner. Michelle had had enough, she knew that she should just leave it, just turn around and leave the bathroom and get away from this gloating bitch but she had a competitive streak in her that just would not allow her to turn the other cheek on this occasion.

“Oh yeah? And why is that? Because you are popular? That’s all that award means – you are popular with the masses. Not that you are actually a good actress. Heaven forbid you were that. No all the pathetic creatures that watch your show can relate to you because you are common and cheap. Let’s face it the character you play is a cheap tart, little more than a whore the amount of men she’s been with. And that’s why you are so good at playing her Lacey, because that’s all you are, a cheap and nasty little slut!”

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Michelle had not intended saying so much, going to such extremes but the whole situation had gotten on top of her, she immediately regretted saying her actual thoughts out loud and even more so when Lacey reacted to the insult by slapping her viciously across the cheek.

“You cow! You fucking cow!” screeched Lacey, “How dare you call me a slut! Who the fuck do you think you are? I’ll fucking kill you!”

With that one cutting insult Lacey had turned almost feral. The drink, the atmosphere of triumph and gloating and her long standing feud with Michelle erupted in that slap and she had put plenty20of venom into it. Michelle was momentarily stunned and she held her hand up to hold her cheek as it stung but there was no way she was going to allow their altercation to end like that. Lacey was standing there glaring at her, her eyes wide and wild, her body language aggressive, almost daring Michelle to do something about the slap. She did. Returning the slap with interest, cannoning the flat of her hand off Lacey’s cheek swiftly.

That was it. They were past the point where they could have backed down if either of them had wanted to. Whatever happened now would not be resolved by words, that was for certain.

Lacey was not used to people fighting back or standing up to her. And she held her stinging cheek as Michelle snapped verbally at her again.

“Don’t you dare put your filthy chav hands on me again you bitch or I’ll…”

Michelle’s threat was cut short by Lacey stepping forward and ramming her knee into her crotch. In their dresses it was not a proper cunt buster but it did enough damage to wind Michelle and double her over. There was madness in Lacey’s eyes as she grabbed Michelle’s hair and pulled her head back, this would not finish well. Lacey was holding Michelle’s head so that she could stare intensely at her as she snarled.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re dealing with you stuck up bitch? You don’t tell me anything! I’ll say and do what I want! Understand?”

She had been shaking Michelle’s head with every word before smacking her forehead down on the last word against the hard porcelain sink. Michelle groaned at the impact and dropped to her knees.

“Dumb fucking bitch!” spat Lacey as she flicked her hair in the mirror and turned to exit, having regained a modicum of composure, as much as she would like to thrash Michelle in a catfight there and then she had just won an award and wanted to go and celebrate.

She didn’t get more than three paces towards the door before a hand curled around her high heels and tripped her. It wasn’t much contact but her heels were so high that it unbalanced her and before she knew it she came clattering down, smacking her side on the wall as she fell and landing hard on her shapely arse.

“Oooww!”

Michelle ignored the dull pain in her head and scrambled to her=2 0feet unsteadily before swinging a kick that smacked hard into Lacey’s thigh.

“Aaaaaaargh! You bitch” squealed Lacey and she jabbed out her own foot, her heel stabbing nastily into her rivals shin.

Michelle toppled on top of Lacey and for a moment both girls nursed their wounds in a tangle of dresses, arms, legs and shoes.

“Fucking bitch!” as Lacey slapped Michelle.

“Dirty cunt!” as Michelle slapped back.

Lacey’s fingers went into Michelle’s hair and started tearing, after a cry and scream Michelle returned the move. Then both girls started to kick their feet at the other, mostly ineffectively but with the occasional scraping hit to the other.

Lacey had a really good grip in Michelle hair and with a burst of strength and anger she wrenched it violently, hauling a chunk of dark hair from Michelle0s scalp. Michelle screamed and grabbed at her head where the hair had come out of, only one hand now ripping at her enemies. Lacey threw the chunk of hair away and seeing the chance, extended her nails, jabbed them into Michelle’s beautifully tanned cheek and raked them viciously down it. That brought another scream and four nasty, red furrows down the length of the Coronation Street starlet’s face.

Michelle dropped her hold on Lacey’s face and held her own, Lacey was as smug as ever.

“Fucking bitch, that’ll teach you, don’t mess with me!”

Gloating had caused Lacey to drop her guard somewhat and she never even saw that Michelle was pulling her leg back and kicking it to the side and smacking her foot to the back of her opponents head. Lacey was taken completely by surprise as the kick hit her and she grunted and tumbled off, dazed, smacking hard face first on the tiled floor. Michelle scrambled out of the tangle they were in and got to her feet. She caught a glimpse of her scratched face in the mirror and grimaced at the fierce, red lines carved on her face.

“Fucking cunt!” yelled Michelle as she punted Lacey right in the ribs with another hard kick.

The Eastender moaned and slammed back on her face in perfect position for Michelle to jump on her upper back, straddling it and sticking both her hands into Lacey hair. In almost a frenzy Michelle wrenched Lacey’s head up by her hair before slamming it back down on the floor repeatedly. The first two shots really connected to Lacey’s forehead but after that she was able to get here hand up and cushion the blows to her head somewhat. Michelle was too furious to really notice or care.

“Fucking BBC bitch! Fucking Southern Slut! Scratch me? Scratch me would you? I’ll fucking rip your stupid head off!”

And right at that point she was literally trying to do that, Lacey’s h ead was being jerked around worse than a crash test dummy and she feeling pretty nauseous.

Suddenly.

“BLEUUUURGHHH!!!”

The heady mix of alcohol, rich food, success and repeated bashing and shaking to her skull had caused Lacey to vomit on the floor in front of where her head was. It was gross, a light brown colour that smelled, well, like sick and had already managed to get a little in the ends of Lacey’ s hair.

“Uurggh, you filthy cow! You disgusting bitch!”

Michelle’s initial reaction had been to get as far away from the pool of spew as possible. It was utterly vile. However, seeing the flecks in her enemies hair gave her an idea. As Lacey writhed and wretched and dry heaved Michelle kept her grip on the back of her head and this time deliberately forced Lacey Turner’s face into her own spew and rubbed it in it for nearly half a minute!

This was not a move that actually did any damage to Lacey but it was humiliating like hell for her, on this her big night to by lying here her face covered in her own disgusting sick. Finally tiring of rubbing her rivals face in it (literally!) Michelle, keeping her hand tight in Lacey’s now messed up hair lifted Lacey’s head up and dragged her forcibly into one of the row of cubicles in the posh hotel’s toilets. Michelle had a very definite idea of what she wanted to do next.

“Better clean that mess up you filthy bitch!”

She bashed Lacey’s head deliberately against the cubicle door on the way in before shoving the coughing, horrified Eastenders star’s head right into the toilet bowl. Miche lle gave an almost insane chuckle as she pushed her rival’s face into the cold water, held it there even when Lacey began to struggle and wriggle then coolly flushed and held the handle.

Lacey was assailed by ice cold water from all sides of her head and it invaded her mouth, ears and nose and the shock of it got rid of any fog her brain may have been under. All of a sudden she knew where she was and what was happening to her and she didn’t like it one bit! But there was fuck all Lacey could do, Michelle was surprisingly strong and had a great position to keep her weight down on Lacey’s head keeping it controlled and in the water until finally the flush came to it’s natural conclusion. Lacey came out of the bowl like a drowned rat, her perfectly coiffured haircut now a long forgotten memory replaced by a saturated, black mess. Michelle had hauled her head out of the bowl to get a good look at the outcome of the flush but was then determined to shove her back in there and do it again. Lacey had just seen enough through her wet eyes to note Michelle’s position and when her head was20forced towards the water in the bowl again she lashed backwards with her foot and her high heel connected perfectly with Michelle’s shin bone!

Michelle felt the sharp, sudden pain in her right leg and it instantly collapsed under her. She released her grip on Lacey’s hair and clutched at her damaged shin. Lacey lifts her head from the water and tried to shake it of it’s waterlogged state. She might not have been thinking quite straight but she had enough about her to smash a punch into her downed foe’s chest, catching one of Michelle’s pert little boobs flush. Michelle screeched and held her injured tit and injured leg and her evident discomfort gave Lacey more determination to get to her feet. She grabbed hold of the swinging cubicle door and got up unsteadily, her hair dripping water all over the floor and Michelle at her feet.

Once she was up she was in perfect position to kick Michelle right in the ribs, it was a solid shot that made Michelle groan and lean against the cubicle door frame, her head leaning forward. Lacey saw immediately that it was in perfect position and she grabbed the door, swung it back then slammed it hard on Michelle’s head, the noise an explosion in the deserted toilets. She gave and other groan and collapsed on the face. But Lacey was determined to keep up her offence and began to haul off Michelle’s designer gown, making sure every inch of silk was ripped from her body and chucked into the cubicle as she dragged Michelle by her hair into the centre of the room.

Because of the nature of Michelle’s dress and how close fitting it was she had not been wearing any underwear at all, if she had its outline would have been all too visible and at an award ceremony like this she couldn’t afford this. So now she was naked, on her face on the cold floor and struggling to regain her bearings. Lacey delivered another hard ki ck to Michelle that forced her onto her back and immediately Lacey dropped onto Michelle’s chest, straddling it (with some difficulty in her own dress) and began slapping and punching Michelle relentlessly. In that flurry one of Lacey’s rings got turned around and with her next punch she managed to scrape the diamond right across Michelle’s forehead, opening up a long, deep cut that in seconds was turning bright red and starting to drip crimson.

For a moment Lacey held back as the cut opened up before her very eyes, her eyes went wide she couldn’t believe she had done that. In that moments hesitation Michelle, oblivious to the size and nature of the cut, worked her hand free and raked her nails right across Lacey’s fac e. One of her nails caught the edge of Lacey’s left eye and with a yelp Lacey got up and off her bleeding foe. Michelle forced herself up by her elbows but as soon as she got her head and body vertical the blood rushed from the cut, down her head, past her eyes and all over her face.

It took Michelle a few moments to realise that the liquid pouring down her face was her own blood and she freaked out when she did. She lashed out angrily with her foot and caught Lacey in the ribs, but for now Michelle’s attention was not on her foe. She hauled herself to her feet by a sink and peered at herself in the mirror over it, her vision was blurred by the blood but what she saw shocked her, more than half her face was crimson and her chest was splattered with trails too, that was a nasty cut she had alright. Her pausing was to be her undoing though as Lacey scrambled to her feet behind Michelle and callously grabbed her by the hair and smashed her enemy’s bloody face into the glass mirror!

CRAAAAACKKK!

The glass shattered and Michelle groaned and slumped near unconscious from the blow, only her arms on the sink holding her up. Which was unfortunate as Lacey’s next move was to punt Michelle, from behind, right between her parted thighs. The hard tip of Lacey’s shoe connected solidly with pubic bone and Michelle moaned again before dropping to her knees, her resistance now completely ended.


Lacey paused to make sure Michelle was beaten before spitting on her a couple of times, just for good measure. Then she sorted her dress and got out of there, knowing that she had to get away from here and get an alibi sorted in case the dumb little bitch blabbed. She was sure she wouldn’t though, it had been self defence she thought, the bitch tried to drown me. So she stepped over Michelle’s head and the puddle of blood around it and got the hell out of there and never heard anything more about it.

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