The Casting Cage II : ANgelina Jolie v. Megan Fox

It’s amazing what you can get if you push your luck enough….

Angelina Jolie had starred in two previous films in the Tomb Raider video game turned movie franchise. Both were pretty insipid and their box office owed more to young boys wanting to see what was at the time the sexiest woman in the world playing one of the most iconic characters while dressed in some pretty sexy outfits. They were not Angelina’s favourite films but she was proud of her interpretation of the character and knew that she had made it hers. But really, in the aftermath of the sequel and the growing backlash against the game and the character she was happy enough to hang up her vest and shorts and leave the character behind to move onto bigger and better things.


Fast forwarding to the Summer of 2009 and there was strong talk of a new Tomb Raider film in pre-production and the media was already buzzing with gossip and guesswork about who would fill Lara Croft’s fulsome vest. However, rather than Angelina Jolie’s name being the most prominently rumoured it was another actress that was being most touted for the role, a younger and some would say sexier actress – Megan Fox.


Now Angelina, in truth, had little interest in resurrecting the character but she was not at all happy about someone else taking what she saw as her role and especially not Megan Fox. There were a number of things about Megan that irritated Angelina. Firstly, the younger actress had blatantly copied Angelina’s style, the dresses, the tattoos her hair, all were traceable to what Angelina had done when she had burned through Hollywood some years earlier. Secondly, the younger actress had made more than one comment about how hot Angelina’s husband Brad Pitt was, and given how Angelina, as a younger actress had stolen him away from Jennifer Aniston (older than Angelina) she was concerned at these repeated comments. Thirdly, word had reached her that Megan had blown off several journalists who had asked her about comparisons to Angelina with the implication that it was not at all flattering to Megan. Finally, and probably the biggest reason Megan irritated Angelina was because she was younger, she was sexier, she had a better body than Angelina now, that was just human nature, someday a younger, fitter person came along and took your place. Especially in the crazy world of Hollywood.


As rumours of Megan Fox as Lara Croft in a new movie grew the media blew things up too, turning a few loose, tetchy comments from both actresses into a full on feud.


Angelina on Megan : “She’s not shown she can act as yet, the transformers movies were all about CGI robots, Megan Fox was a minor part in their success. A very minor part.”


Megan on Angelina: “I’m not surprised the producers are looking for a younger actress for this role, it would be physically demanding and at her age Angie might not be up to it.”


Angelina on Megan: “When the first films came out there were porn movie parodies, you know I’m sure Megan Fox has the talent to star in one of those.”


Megan’s final retort: “I guess she could have some more plastic surgery and maybe then she could fit back in those outfits, unlikely, but she could try.”


As could be evidenced, neither woman had any problem with being bitchy but would either go any further than words? Unlikely unless some third party took a lending hand and guided them towards a confrontation. Enter me, Duncan Stone, movie mogul and catfight fan who just happened to be looking at funding any potential future Tomb Raider movie. I made a few calls and by the end of the week was in the rather lovely position of sitting at my large desk speaking to Angelina Jolie about the role just as Megan Fox was shown into my office.


It was almost worth it just to watch both beauties faces turn up and darken into snarls as soon as they saw the other. Angelina (who was seated in one of my plush leather chairs) it was that spoke first.


“What the FUCK is she doing here?”


Megan pouted and crossed her arms over her chest and made a face at her older rival as she addressed me.


“I could say the same, I mean, like, how unprofessional is this?”


It took all my powers of conciliation and charm to get Megan to take the seat next to Angelina and for Angelina not to storm out but I managed it. And once I had I presented them with a proposition.


“Ladies. I am very aware you have a mutual antipathy towards each other. I know that you are both interested in this role in my film. In the basement of these offices is a steel cage, I like to call it ‘The Casting Cage’. I use it when I have two actresses up for the same part and I want to see who wants it more. They fight. There is a winner and there is a loser, simple. Of course when the actresses don’t like each other to begin with it makes things even better.”


Both raven haired beauties were staring at me in amazement before babbling all the reasons why I was mad, the idea was insane and why they were leaving right then. But neither did, neither it appeared wanted to be seen as first to back down. Pride is a terrible thing. I calmed their clamour down a bit then picked up a remote from my table and pointed it at the huge TV that hung on the side wall. The screen came to life showing the Casting Cage war between Jennifer Love Hewitt and Sarah Michelle Gellar. That shut both women for a moment as they were agog watching two of their contemporary’s catfighting viciously on screen.


I let the film run for a few minutes then paused it with JLH, boobs exposed attacked SMG, it was quite the freeze frame. Then I turned to the women in my office. Angelina had regained her indignation.


“I am not beating this little bitch just to get my part!”


Megan pouted but stayed quiet as I responded.


“Fine, you certainly don’t have to. I will give the part to Megan and everyone in the know will be aware you lost the part because you were scared of facing Megan in my cage. Megan congratu…”


“Wait a moment! You can’t do that! She wouldn’t beat me in a fight in a month of Sundays!”


I snorted, reeling her in further.


“So prove it Ms Jolie. You don’t even have to take the part, if you win I can say that whoever does get it won’t be Megan.”


There was a pregnant pause before Megan’s shrill young voice broke it asunder.


“Save it Mr. Stone the old cow is running scared, she knows she couldn’t beat me in a catfight in a million years! I’d rip her saggy tits off and shove them down her throat!”


That nearly kicked things off there and then but what it definitely did do was make up Angelina’s mind for her, she agreed to the fight in an instant as did Megan but in truth it had little to do with the film. And as it turned out both actresses had no other appointments or engagements that afternoon so both were more than happy to settle things there and then. I did nothing to dissuade either one. They both stopped dead when I led them into the basement and turned on the lighting, the ominous steel cage looming above us. Angelina fingered the bars, as if testing their strength while both looked up at the top. It was quite the structure, no mats, just four walls of steel bars and a cold, hard, stone floor.


I swung the cage door open for them and they both looked at the other, as if suddenly not quite so sure. Megan saw the uncertainty in her foes face and grasped the nettle, pushing her way past the older woman and entering the cage. Angelina turned to me and shot me a look that would kill.


“Well? It looks like you’ve got what you wanted you old pervert. I’m going to have to go in there and give her a beating like her Daddy should have done. But pray tell me, what rules are we operating under?”


The comment tipped me off that Angelina had been in her share of catfights before. I wasn’t surprised, a woman like that usually created strong feelings amongst other women. I gave her a toothy smile as she followed Megan into the structure.


“Rules? Why Angelina there are no rules, you just fight until there is a winner and a loser, it’s that simple.”


That seemed to settle Angelina’s mind and before we knew it she had peeled off her top and trousers and handed them to me through the bars.


“Watch them, their designer and a present from my husband. Besides I’ll be able to move faster without them on.”


I nodded but in truth my mind wasn’t on her words. What is was concentrating on was her incredible figure as she stood glaring at her younger rival. She was wearing a sexy black bra and matching thong and her body did not have an ounce of fat on it. Her breasts looked amazing pushed up in the bra and I couldn’t help but stare. I think Megan too was impressed by Angelina’s figure but quickly hid it and pulled herself out of her own clothing to match up to her rival in her own white matching lacy bra and panties.


They stood a few yards apart sizing each other up before ever so slowly they began to pace and circle each other looking for an opening to attack. I stepped back from the cage and took up my comfortable seat to watch and began to rub my stiff cock through my trousers. My cameras were running so I could enjoy this later as well.


After some stalling both women seemingly decided to get it on at about the same time. Both lunged at each other, their hands going for their enemy’s long hair on instinct. Their fingers locked into the other’s gorgeous long locks and immediately began tugging and ripping at it as the grunted and squealed with both their own effort and pain to their scalps. It was evident to Megan from the very start that Angelina held a definite strength advantage and she pushed her further and further back until the youngster’s back was pressed against the cold hard stool of the cage bars.


Megan’s beautiful face was screwed up in effort to push back but it was evidently not as easy as she hoped because she was just getting pushed further and further into the unforgiving steel. Then, in a heart beat, everything changed. With both hands in Megan’s hair forcing her back Angelina’s face was open to attack, and attack it was! Megan found enough purchase to put her head back a little then power it forward and head butt Angelina right on the nose!


There was an audible crack and a small explosion of blood erupted from the movie star’s face, she released her hold on Megan to cry out and hold her face protectively. ‘Too late bitch’, I thought smiling. That smile increased when Megan stepped forward and callously drove her knee up between her older foe’s legs. It looked and sounded like a solid connection to Angelina’s cunt and she dropped to her knees from it. She knelt there on the hard floor as a drip of claret escape through her hands and splattered on the ground. Oh good, I loved the bloody fights, I still watch my favourite, an Eliza Dushku versus Eva Mendes blood bath when I need a good wank.


Megan was sorting her deranged hair and stalking her way behind Angelina. A measured kick to the back of her head sent her sprawling forward, her chin connecting with a horizontal bar of the cage. Megan was on her in a flash, squatting beside her and grabbing a fistful of hair before lifting Angie’s head up and smacking it down hard on the bar, right across her forehead. Megan followed that by standing over her foe, straddling her back and unclipping her bra then pulling it up right under Angelina’s chin and choking her with it viciously.


“Fucking old bitch! I’ll choke you out then rip those tits up then tear out every strand of your greasy hair!”


She sounded like she meant it and I crept closer but I did hope the battle would continue longer than this. But right then it didn’t look like it. Angelina’s face was turning a shade of red through the choking that did not look healthy at all and she was pretty much trapped against the bars. Megan would have to be as dumb as a rock to blow this advantage. Well I guess she was because she eventually relented with the choke and turned Angelina over so she could see her as she beat her I guess. It was a stupid move as on instinct Angelina lashed up with her foot and caught Megan squarely between her legs.


It certainly slowed Megan up somewhat. Her hands went to her lower gut and she howled at the unexpected blow. She reeled back and grabbed the side of the cage, keeping her upright as she fought to catch her breath and renew her offence against her opponent. Angelina meanwhile, knew that this may be her only opportunity to get back in the fight, she was hurt already from Megan’s attacks and in this bare environment there was no hiding place to stall while you recovered. So she ignored her bleeding nose ( a trickle spilling down her lips and chin) and her desperate lack of oxygen and forced herself up and towards Megan.


Instinct took over and Angelina lashed out with a punch that found its intended target, Megan’s right tit. Her lacy white bra offered no protection and the younger girl howled as her tit was flattened then again as Angelina struck a second time. Megan staggered back against the bars and felt her sore chest. This gave Angelina the perfect opportunity to lunge forward and grip both her hands around her foe’s neck and start to strangle her. And she was not holding back at all, both her arms strained with the pressure she was applying. Megan’s face was a picture of shock then fear as she felt that iron grip around her throat squeezing it hard. Angelina’s face, usually so classically beautiful, was full of hatred and twisted as she snarled at her young rival.


“Dumb fucking cunt! Should have finished me while you had the chance, ‘cos you won’t get it again!”


Megan’s face was turning a strange shade of puce by now and her legs were wobbling as she started to lose consciousness. It was that that actually saved her as her legs gave out really suddenly and as her body plunged down Angelina’s death grip was broken. Not that the older actress relented, instead she chose to stamp her foot down repeatedly at her foe, connecting several times to her gut, her chest and even her head.


With her rival groaning and defenceless Angelina took the opportunity to strip her completely naked. Tearing off Megan’s bra then her panties and tossing them out of the cage. She was still incensed at the headbutt that felt like it had broken her nose and determined to pay the little slut back. She gripped Megan’s hair at the scalp and hauled her unceremoniously to her feet, ripping out a chunk of her beautiful dark hair in the process. Megan squealed at that but before it could develop further she was cut off as Angelina pulled her head back and slammed it forward onto the steel bars with a hell of a clang.


Megan was dazed by the blow and did nothing to block a second then a third and finally a fourth. Still holding her up by the hair she forced the younger girls face into the cage wall and spat at her.


“Tell him you’re done! Tell him you submit! Tell him you don’t want the part!”


I was openly fondling myself by now and came right up to the bars aware this could be the end. As I stood before her Megan lifted her big eyes and looked to me that she was about to quit when, from somewhere she found the power to drive her elbow backwards and right into Angelina’s gut. The blow winded her and she staggered back holding her abdominal region. Megan turned to face her then kicked her again between her legs, connecting and dropping Angelina to her knees.

“I’m not fucking done slut, you are!”


And with that Megan gripped Angelina’s long hair to hold her head in placed just as she smashed her right knee into her foe’s face. There was a lot of anger in that blow and Angelina’s head whiplashed back and smacked hard onto the hard floor behind her. I could see she was dazed and stunned and could tell that Megan was vicious enough to take full advantage. And she did. She grabbed Angelina’s ankles in her hands and lifted them up, pulled them apart before dropping her knee right down onto her opponents unprotected cunt!


That seemed to bring Angelina round – and how! The scream she gave could have woken the dead and it brought a wicked smile to Megan’s lips. As Angelina rolled over I could see the damage that knee to her face had done and it was looking real bad.


Her nose was a bloody mess. Blood was coming down both nostrils and I would say that it had well and truly been broken now. Megan saw it to and gave a really nasty little giggle at the damage her knee had wrought to Angelina’s face and nether regions.


“Told you I’d fuck you up you old bitch!” she snarled down at her grounded opponent.


After this she dropped to her knees over Angelina and grabbed her hair and began to grind and rub Angelina’s smashed face into the unforgiving stone floor. It was brutal, creating almost instant scrapes and scratches and rubbing the blood from her nose in a line like a window wiper across the ground. I thought for sure that the older actress was finished. But as Megan demanded a submission from her Angelina just shook her head determinedly. That just infuriated Megan who pulled her to her feet and threw her face first towards the steel cage wall. Somehow Angelina managed to turn her body on the way but all that meant was that it was her back that caught the brunt of the collision with the steel.


Megan marched over to her and pushed Angelina’s arms through the bars to her side and used her feet to kick her legs apart, giving her nice open invitation. She stepped back and contemptuously slapped Angelina in the cheek, it wasn’t hard but was surely humiliating to a proud woman like than. Then a slap to her other cheek, again not sore but definitely embarrassing. Then a twist of her opponent’s nipples and Megan took a step back before clearing her throat and spitting full in Angelina’s messed up face. She turned to me and winked.


“Gonna finish the old cow off now Mr. Stone, get that contract ready, I’ll sign it in the bitch’s blood!”


I didn’t doubt she meant it, the twisted, angry look on her usually pretty face was no act. She stepped back to the opposite side of the cage to where Angelina hung, seemingly lifeless, giving herself a sizeable run up. She paused again, looked at me then flipped her middle finger at her opponent before charging across the cage and delivering her knee high and hard toward Angie’s unprotected crotch. Crucially, though, it did not find its intended target. Instead Angelina somehow found the reserves of energy to grab the cage with her arms while lifting her legs up at the last minute and managing to wrap them round her younger opponents head as she rushed in.


It took Megan completely by surprise and as her forward momentum carried her forward she smacked into the cage wall and both women crashed to the hard ground. I’ve no idea how she managed it but Angelina kept her impromptu head scissors in place and as I came closer to survey the wreckage it was obvious she was squeezing her powerful thighs around Megan’s trapped head.


I don’t think Megan realised the danger straight away, she was trashing about on the ground waiting time and energy screaming and shouting. I stood over them outside the cage watching the younger actress’s face slowly turned redder as the pressure from Angelina’s thighs intensified and then when Megan started gasping I think she got it. Realising she was being choked out she forgot about cursing and started scratching Angelina wherever her fingers could get to. They targeted her opponent’s thighs first, raking vicious, ugly furrows down them that soon turned red and drip of blood came from. But Angelina did not release her hold, she gritted her teeth and squeezed her thighs harder and managed to grab a handful of Megan’s hair and start to tear it out, strand by strand from the youngster’s scalp. As a thick clump came away in her hand Angelina taunted her foe.


“You’ll be unconscious in minutes bitch and then I’m going to tear every bit of hait from your ugly head!”


What with her nose a bloody mess from earlier Angelina Jolie’s voice was even deeper and huskier than normal, but the threat was very evident in her voice. Megan had a look of fear on her face now, she recognised she was not in a good position and evidently those thighs of Angelina’s were pretty powerful. Desperately Megan scratched again and again but Angelina was blocking the pain of the scratches out, knowing she was close to finishing this in her favour. Megan’s mind raced, what she needed was to get her nails to Angelina’s face then she could force a break but she was nowhere near, she couldn’t even reach those big tits of her adversary. It looked hopeless. And all the time she was struggling more and more for her next breath.


She scratched Angelina’s thighs again this time going further up and ripping her claws into her ass but still Angelina held firm. It looked all over for Megan just a few short minutes after she had been so sure of victory.


I looked at them both, sweating, naked (bar Megan’s panties) bleeding and bruised and though this could well be in my top five casting cage matches (maybe edging out that vaguely unsatisfying but nicely brutal Melissa Joan Hart versus Mena Suvari match up I so enjoyed at the time). Megan’s chances were fading now, I could see that, her arms were not moving with anything like the power they had seconds earlier. But then I saw Megan’s last, desperate move. She moved her fingers up again, looking like she was going to give scratching Angelina’s ass one last hopeless shot. But she didn’t, instead her fingers moved in and it seemed she was going deeper…


“Aaaaaigghhh!!!!!!!!!”


Angelina let out the animalistic howl and immediately released her head scissors, so close to victory. She scooted back, away from Megan squealing in pain and it was apparent what Megan had done – she had jabbed her finger into her foes arsehole and started scratching away inside the tight, sensitive puckered anus. Whatever the rights or wrongs of it the move had worked and Megan could breathe again.


Holding throat and coughing Megan realises she had another chance here and is determined to take it. She grabs the cage and hauls herself unsteadily to her feet and half pulld hald staggers over to the howling Angelina to drop on her torso and begins to rain punches down into Angelina’s face. It is a flurry of hard punches powered by fear and rage and each time her knuckles land on Angelina’s battered face small spray of blood comes up from her face. She punches and punches until she is too tired to lift her fists any more and looking down it’s pretty clear the fight is all but over, Angelina Jolie is a fucking mess and in no condition to defend herself. But she hasn’t quit yet and Megan seems determined to make submit to her.


She drags Angelina’s lifeless, no struggling body over to the side of the cage and forces her head through one of the squares of the cage ( the cage bars horizontally and vertically are wide enough apart to allow this) and makes sure her throat is laying over the bar below it. All it takes is a foot placed on Angelina’s neck and some forward pressure and she is being cruelly choked out. Megan leaves her foot there for half a minute before relenting.


“Do you quit bitch? Go you give up? Who’s the toughest? Fucking tell him!”


In a weak pathetic voice Angelina manages to croak out her words.


“Y-Yes, I give. I quit.”


At that I open the cage door and Megan leaves, but she’s not going far, only to slip her shoes on and then as I enter the cage to try and tend to the loser Megan moves outside the cage to where Angelina’s head is popped through the cage and she pulls her right foot back before delivering a vicious field goal like kick to Angelina’s jaw knockign her totally unconcious propped up only by the bars of the cage wall.


Afterwards I see to Angelina, calling in a private Doctor that I sometimes use to see to her wounds, it’s no surprise to me that she drops out of the limelight for a few months afterwards.


Megan leaves but she has the part if she wants it. I for one now have a burning desire to see the tough little firecracker in another match up soon, preferable against a blonde, somebody like Cameron Diaz or Jenny McCarthy. Whichever I can’t wait to see the little bitch in action again!