Katy Perry v. Hayden Panettiere (featuring Katherine Heigl)
By CanadianLou
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Katy Perry was quickly becoming a buzzed about star based on her impressive in-ring skill. While many wondered if the top-heavy pop singer could deliver on the mat, her domination of Mila Kunis and shocking one-sided victory over Anne Hathaway had set her up as one of the true rising stars of the industry.

This fact did not sit well with many of the more established women, who constantly felt threatened when it came to their spot. The worst kept secret in show business is that women become less marketable day by aging day as the fans happily flock to someone newer and younger. Perry’s sexually charged offense and crowd pleasing antics had drawn the ire of many of the top competitors, including Angelina Jolie, Charlize Theron, Katherine Heigl and Jessica Biel.

Through unofficial backchannels, the message was spread: take out Katy Perry.

Perry herself was blissfully unaware of the gathering storm surrounding her. She just loved the attention and relished the newfound spotlight. Her albums were sustaining sales, a sure sign of her increasing fame, and her pictures were now fixtures in the celebrity magazines. She had arrived, and couldn’t wait for her next challenge.

The promoters quickly realized that she was a rising phenomenon, but the risk of putting her in the ring with a top draw had very little upside. If she were to go out there and beat an established star without fully proving herself, it would ruin that star’s viability while prematurely inflating Katy’s own drawing power. The key was selling tickets, and while Perry against Biel or Perry against Theron would draw eyeballs, it could make a lot more money once Katy was seen less as a rookie phenomenon and more of a legitimate contender.

Another concern the promoters had was the now lack of viability from Anne Hathaway. Her humiliating loss essentially made her a nonfactor, so the plans to put her towards the top of the card were quickly erased. Katy Perry seemed tailor-made for that spot, since she was the one who took Anne down a peg. But just to be sure, the promotion set her up for a fairly mundane squash match to test her marketability. People would pay to see Katy against a star, but would they pay to see her when she was the marquee name?

From the pool of low level jobbers, the promoters chose the petite blonde Hayden Panettiere. With her show off of the air and little of note on the horizon, the feeling was that there was no risk in throwing her to the wolves.

On the night of the fight, the promoters were shocked and pleased at the incredible turnout. Tickets for the Perry/Panettiere fight sold out in moments, as the most buzzed about new name in wrestling showed that she was a big draw.

Hayden Panettiere was ignorant as to why she was chosen for the fight. At 5’1, the fair-haired girl was not considered to be a serious threat to any of the main event stars in the promotion. Her viability up until this point had been in matches against other smaller opponents, which is why she thought she was getting bumped up to the big leagues. In honor of the match, she went out and got new ring attire; a modified cheerleading outfit with her initials on the top like a high school team and panties that read “Smells Like Victory” on the front. Her management team convinced her that they could catch on as a true novelty and create another revenue stream.

Hayden was introduced first and she was able to get her first view of the very pro-Perry crowd. Still, she waved her pom-pom and waved as she strolled down to the ring. The fans booed her, at which point her innate bitchiness kicked in. One doesn’t become a cheerleader without certain defenses against criticism, so Hayden replaced her waiving hand with a waiving middle finger.

“Fuck you!” a fan yelled, obviously not pleased with the one-finger salute.

“You wish,” she scoffed as she shrugged her head and flashed a satisfied smirk.

The lights in the arena dimmed as the audience erupted in cheers. After some impressive lasers and pyro, Katy Perry walked through the curtain. She was wearing her now trademark leopard thong bikini and holding a pompom of her own, mockingly waving it to the beat of her song.

As Katy made her way down to the ring, she stopped at the fan who was heckled by Hayden. She listened to him complaining about his treatment and she mockingly waved a disapproving finger at Hayden before giving the fan a kiss on the cheek. She climbed into the ring and again shook the pom-pom towards Hayden, who gave Perry a closer look at the middle finger.

Katy asked for a microphone. “You know, I thought cheerleaders were, like, supposed to make us wanna stand and cheer. All you make me wanna do is sit…on your face.” While the insult wasn’t exactly Twain, it was enough to get the crowd to chant her name.

Hayden was frustrated and decided to take action. She charged Katy, who was handing the microphone to a production guy ringside. Panettiere struck Perry in the back with a blind forearm, slamming Katy into the corner. The impact of the blow combined with the force of the collision stunned Perry as Hayden seized the moment to reign down on her with small fists of fury.

The referee pulled Hayden off of Katy as the small wildcat was still kicking her arms and legs while being dragged away. Katy rubbed her sore neck as her cheery demeanor quickly faded. If Hayden wanted to fight dirty, she was going to get the same in return.

The ref called the girls to the middle of the ring, furious that his authority was challenged by Hayden. As he talked about the rules, it was suddenly apparent that the 5’9 Perry was towering over the 5’1 Panettiere. “Once that bell rings, I want you to obey all of my commands, got it?”

“Of course. As soon as the bell rings, I won’t do this,” Katy replied as she jabbed her thumb into Hayden’s eye. The blinded Panettiere put one arm up to cover her face while she swung wildly with her other arm. Katy grabbed the flying wrist and whipped Hayden into the corner, chest first. Hayden’s breasts slammed into the middle turnbuckle before she bounced off and fell to the floor. “Ref, you might wanna ring the bell now,” Katy said with her freshly returned cheerful disposition.

The ref obliged and the match was officially starting, despite the fact that Hayden was on her back. Katy reached down and yanked Panettiere off of the mat by her blonde hair before whipping her into the ropes. The petite girl bounced off the cables and was flung forward towards a waiting Perry, who leveled her with a clothesline.

Again, while Hayden was looking up at the lights, Katy was nice enough to haul her to her feet by her golden tresses. Perry stuck one hand between her legs and scooper her up for a slam. Katy held the girl in midair as she paraded around the ring. Hayden kicked her legs in protest, but it did little good. Finally, after escorting her to all four corners, Katy executed a devastating bodyslam.

The petite blonde bounced hard against the mat. Hayden’s face was scrunched in pain as she held her throbbing back. Katy rolled her onto her stomach with ease, demonstrating that she was in complete control of the match. She pulled Hayden’s hair again, forcing Panettiere onto her knees. Perry stopped it there, leaving the cheerleader on all fours. “You’re like my little puppy,” Katy teased as she tugged on Hayden’s hair, dragging her forward like she was attached to a leash.

Hayden crawled involuntarily for a few seconds, seemingly playing along with the humiliation. Then, when she saw Katy’s eyes turned to the throngs of admirers, she seized her moment. Panettiere grabbed Perry’s ankle and pulled upward, sending the towering brunette to the mat. Hayden then pounced on top of her, again reigning down with punches to Katy’s back and head.

Katy realized she had to roll onto her stomach, which was proving difficult since Hayden was hammering her with punches and knees. “You’re not so tough when you’re on the mat, slut!” the blonde yelled as she connected with unprotected lefts and rights.

Realizing her peril, Perry began to roll up to shield herself. As she started to contort herself into a ball, Hayden relented. The smaller girl hopped to her feet, now content to simply put the boots to Katy’s body. Hayden then bounced off of the ropes before dropping an elbow on Perry’s back. Katy lurched upward, as the crux of Panettiere’s elbow hit her.

Gaining confidence, Hayden decided to try it again. She bounced off the rope, but as she started to drop her elbow, Katy rolled out of the way. Instead of driving her attack into Perry, she slammed her arm into the unforgiving canvas. Hayden held her damaged arm as she let out a wail, which gave Katy enough time to get to her feet.

“You’re like an annoying little bug,” she teased. “And you know what we do to bugs? We squash them…just like jobbers.” Katy spun Hayden around, booted her in the stomach and dropped her with a vicious DDT. Unlike the previous matches where Katy seemed to rely more on tricks and underhanded tactics, her moveset had now been upgraded to feature genuinely devastating offensive weapons.

Hayden’s head smashed into the mat, knocking her out of the match and almost out of consciousness. The dazed blonde was lying on her back with her eyes shut and her arms and legs spread wide open. The only signs of life was her rising and falling chest; otherwise she was the epitome of sleeping beauty.

Katy sat next to her opponent and admired her handiwork. Like a good squash match, she was able to disable her foe with minimal effort. The promoters were up in their box delighted at the dominant display, as it was clear that Perry was the wave of the future.

Katy got to her feet and put her hands up in a “What should I do?” pose. Hayden was now all hers, and she had some evil intentions. Perry nudged Hayden’s body with her foot, but got no response. She looked down and noticed Panettiere’s skirt had flipped up, revealing her customized panties. Katy directed the cameraman to get a shot of them as she leaned in to take a mocking whiff. Perry, in classic pantomime, shook her head and pinched her nose.

“I don’t like cheerleaders,” she said into the lens. She leans down next to Hayden and brushes her disheveled hair away from her face. “She may look cute, but cheerleaders are total bitches. But not this one. She’s gonna be my bitch. Because who doesn’t have a little cheerleader fetish, right?”

Katy leaned forward and kissed the dozing Hayden on her lips. She then reached down and grabbed onto Panettiere’s covered breasts. “I knew she had great tits,” Katy said to the delight of the audience. The for-show lipstick lesbian routine was going gangbusters, as the fans were positively electric. Katy reached behind Hayden and undid the back of her top before removing it entirely, leaving her topless.

Like a child on Christmas, Katy’s eyes lit up at the sight of her unwrapped gift. Perry gently squeezed Hayden’s perky nipples, delighting as they quickly stiffened in her hands. She then leaned her head down and stuck out her tongue, slowly bringing it closer and closer towards the helpless Hayden’s tits.

Katy lightly licked Hayden’s left nipple, gently flicking the sensitive nub with her expert tongue. She used her arms to pin down Panettiere’s body as she hungrily began to suck on the young girl’s breast, amping up her initial prodding to full-on devouring. All of this attention began to stir the dozing blonde, who was slowly coaxed back to consciousness by her opponent’s foreplay.

“Uhh…uhh…huh?” Hayden perked up as her subconscious enjoyment quickly faded once she realized where she was. “Hey, what the fuck!” she yelled as she looked forward to see Katy straddling her body with her boob dangling off Perry’s lips.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you want me to wait until you were awake?” Katy teased.

“Get the fuck off me you pervert!” Hayden yelled. She tried to break free, but the more powerful Perry had her completely pinned.

“Sorry little girl, but you got knocked out. That means you and your cute little body are all mine.” Katy resumed her nipple sucking as Hayden began to writhe around in an attempt to escape.

“Ref! Ref! Make her stop!” she pleaded, but the ref refused to do anything. The match was still very much going on, and unless this was a submission, there was no reason for him to break the hold.

“Your shouting is taking all the fun out of this,” Katy scolded. “In fact, I lost my appetite for breast meat.” Katy punctuated her displeasure by sinking her teeth down into Hayden’s sensitive areola, biting just hard enough to jolt the petite woman.

“Oww! Stop it!” Hayden whined as her threats quickly turned into cries.

Katy quickly flipped Hayden onto her back, using lighting fast reflexes that impressed and shocked the fans. Once Panettiere was lying on her stomach, Katy grabbed one of her legs and wrenched back into a half-crab.

Hayden pounded her hand against the mat in pain as her back was being arched by the much taller and more dominant Katy. The tiny topless girl had no choice but to scream in pain, as there didn’t appear to be a way out.

Katy synched back, twisting and contorting Panettiere’s body like a gymnast. Perry looked down and saw Hayden’s skirt had flopped forward, revealing her silky customized panties. “Well if you were gonna market them, you gotta show ‘em off, right?” Katy taunted. She reached down and gently rubbed the front of the underwear, which caused Hayden to double her mat-pounding.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you fucking slut!” Hayden yelled. Katy smirked at the threat before leaning back, forcing Hayden to emit a high-pitched squeak. Perry then resumed her probing as she gently massaged Panettiere’s accessible sex.

“You know, it says you smell like victory, but from here all I smell is loser,” Katy taunted, mocking the logo on the front of the briefs. “Maybe I have to do a little digging to find that victory smell,” Perry continued as she renewed her rubbing. The expert skill Katy had used against her former opponents was on full display as Hayden’s panties began to grow increasingly moist, despite her vocal protests. Panettiere had tears in her eyes as she realized she was hopelessly trapped in the painful hold, and since there was no chance of escape, that she would be involuntarily forced to orgasm at the hands of her tormentor.

“Please…I…don’t…don’t do this…I’ll…I’ll…oooh…oooh…” Hayden couldn’t finish her pathetic plea as Katy’s magic digits truly found their groove. It was only a matter of time until Hayden was going to explode, and then it would be Katy’s turn to claim the fruits of her victory.

“Come on pretty girl, everyone loves the slutty cheerleader stereotype. Give ‘em a good show when I make you cream your undies and maybe I’ll go easy on ya,” Katy said as she slipped a finger under the cotton material and began directly rubbing Hayden’s swollen pussy.

The crowd erupted in noise, with a blissfully unaware Perry thinking they were cheering for her. Unknown to the women in the ring, the audience was reacting to a special guest that had appeared on the ramp. Her name was Katherine Heigl, and the towering 5’9 blonde did not look happy.

Katy maintained her half-crab as she felt Hayden’s small frame begin to grind in rhythm with her hand, a sign that Panettiere was moments from cumming. Katy had broken the small blonde’s will, and now the cheerleader was willingly allowing Perry to have her way. It was a great feeling for Katy, a sign that she had truly reached a point in her career where she was an actual threat. Once Hayden would erupt, people would have to acknowledge her as a top-level talent.

Her delusion of grandeur was interrupted by a tug on her black hair. The tug was replaced by a forceful yank as Katy released the half-crab and was twirled around. She was now face-to-face with Kat Heigl.

Katherine delivered a boot to Katy’s stomach before tossing her into the turnbuckle. Katy had mere seconds to catch her breath before she was flattened by a running splash. As she stumbled forward, Heigl grabbed her by the throat and dragged her to the middle of the ring. The dazed brunette was now in position for Katherine’s patented Heigl Slam, a chokeslam that has bested even the toughest competitors.

Heigl tightened her grip around Katy’s throat with her right hand as she latched onto Perry’s leopard thong with her left hand for leverage. “Thought you were one of the big girls, huh?” Katherine snarled. “Think again.” Kat hoisted Katy up in the air, allowing Perry’s legs to dangle off the mat. The thong being used by Katherine for support was now firmly wedged up Katy’s most sensitive regions, cutting deeply into her body. Tears formed in the shocked Katy’s eyes as the lack of oxygen kicked in. Then, as if a merciful execution, she was driven into the mat with a thunderous crash.

Katy Perry’s body dropped to the mat and didn’t move an inch. Her arms were spread out, forming a perfect T. Her legs created a textbook V.

Katherine surveyed the ring, admiring the pathetic form in front of her. With only a few quick moves, she had decimated Katy Perry. Nevermind that it was a blindsided attack, because that wasn’t the issue. The point here was to prove that Katy Perry was incredibly vulnerable, and while she may pick apart squirrely jobbers and rookies, if she was going to hang with the best, she better come prepared.

Heigl turned her attention to the petite blonde who had been cowering in the corner. She bent down towards the smaller girl, who had rolled herself up in a protective ball. “You scared?” Hayden just nodded. “Good. Why don’t you finish what she started.” With that, Panettiere slid her hand down under her skirt and began fingering herself, far too fearful of what may happen if she crossed Katherine Heigl. “That’s a good little slut.”

Katherine turned her attention to the downed brunette. Heigl kicked at her with her foot, taunting Perry the way that Katy had taunted Hayden. She then climbed on top of the singer, hoping to get a closer look. Kat nodded in agreement that Katy was a stunning figure, a fact that did in fact make her a genuine threat.

“I bet they’re fake,” Katherine said, looking down at Katy’s heaving bosom. Heigl helped herself to a handful of boob as she squeezed Perry’s breasts through her bra. “You can never tell with this thing on,” she said as she quickly ripped Katy’s top off. The fans actually began to boo, not because they didn’t want to see Katy topless but because they’ve come to admire her.

Katherine stared down at Katy’s naked chest and flashed her Emmy-Nominated smile. “I guess they aren’t fake. Yum.” Katherine batted them back and forth until she saw Katy begin to stir. Katherine pinched Katy’s nipple and shook it vigorously, hoping to wake the dazed brunette. “Wakey wakey, little Katy,” Katherine teased. Perry’s eyes flung open and she suddenly saw the predicament she was in. “Bet you thought you were just gonna have a fun night of picking on some little nobody, having a good orgasm and hitting the showers, huh? Sorry sweetie, but there just isn’t enough room at the top for a wannabe like you.”

Katherine sunk her nails into Katy’s mammaries, pinching the pale skin with reckless intent. Katy let out a banshee wail, much to the delight of Heigl. “Aww that’s it. Sing for me.” Katherine let go of the aching tits, allowing Katy to catch her breath. “Too bad your sad little breasts are no match for mine.” Kat wrapped her arms under Katy’s body and pressed forward, squeezing her impressive chest into Perry’s. The pressure of the bearhug, combined with the sheer size of Heigl’s breasts, flattened Katy’s own chest against her body.

Katy had no choice but to scream again as her boobs were being pancaked by Heigl’s. “Ooow! Oow! Let go! Stop!”

“See, a winner doesn’t beg,” Katherine mocked as she amped up the pressure, squeezing with all the strength she had in her. Finally, she let go, allowing Katy to crumple underneath her. Katherine sat up, using Katy’s abused tits as a pillow. “If you ever want a real challenge, I have no problem clearing some space to humiliate you. I bet your tongue gives the best orgasms.”

“I guess you’ll find out once I beat you and force you to cum, slut,” a defiant Katy spit back. Kat smiled and laughed, gently tapping Katy’s face. The taps quickly got harder and harder until she was actively slapping Perry, batting her cheeks back and forth.

“Maybe I’ll give you a little preview, you useless little whore,” Katherine barked. “Panties on, of course, because I don’t wanna catch anything.” Heigl slid forward, planting herself on Katy’s face in a perfect facesit. The overwhelmed Perry had never found herself in a situation like this before. She had normally been the one administering facesits, not receiving them. Katy couldn’t believe how quickly her senses were overwhelmed by Katherine’s sex. Even with the bottoms on, Katy could smell and feel every inch of the dominant blonde. Her nose and mouth were vacuum-sealed against Heigl’s pussy, helpless to escape. Kat then slowly began to grind forward, gently pulsing against Katy’s beauty queen face. Heigl’s knees clasped against Perry’s ears as the grinding turned into a rhythmic thrusting. Katherine was quickly finding her pace as her arousal over dominating Katy Perry quickly sank in.

Kat helped herself to Katy’s bare breasts, reaching back and squeezing them as she rode Perry’s defenseless face. She looked over and saw Hayden still diligently masturbating, hoping to make herself cum for fear of the beating she would take. The combination of the feel of Katy’s tits, the sight of Hayden’s nude body and the sensation of Katy’s face under her was more than Heigl could take and before she knew it, she was erupting in a violent orgasm. Katherine abandoned her hold on Katy’s tits and instead opted to cup Perry’s head, jamming it further and further into her wet sex. “Here…comes…your…first…taste…of…being…a…a…a…looooser…” Katherine exploded all over Katy, ensuring that every inch of her porcelain skin was coated with Heigl’s victory juices.

Katherine rolled off of the semi-conscious Perry, who could only sob at her predicament. Heigl reached down and peeled off Katy’s leopard thong, not getting any protest from the once-proud woman. Katherine then forced the panties into Perry’s mouth before slamming the back of her head against the canvas.

As Katy lay there looking up at the lights, the taste of her own thong on the inside of her mouth, the feel of Katherine’s orgasm still fresh on her face, all she could do was cry until darkness started to settle in. And as she slowly succumbed to the blows to the head, the last thing she heard was Hayden screaming in orgasm. “That was mine…” she thought. “That…was…mine…”