Katherine Heigl v. Anne Hathaway
By Canadian Lou

Anne Hathaway was beyond nervous about facing Katherine Heigl. Her debut match against Katy Perry did not go according to plan, unless her plan was in fact to be stripped of her dignity and humiliated on the world stage. The loss, however, did put her in something of a new spotlight, as bootleg copies of the fight circulated throughout Hollywood. These tapes ultimately led her to being offered the Oscar hosting gig, as well as the coveted spot as “Catwoman”.

While she’s happy that something good came out of her first match, it does little in the way of eliminating her fears about facing Katherine Heigl. Heigl has been a machine in the ring, decimating opponents with reckless abandon. Her blindside humiliation of Katy aside, Kat holds victories over Oscar winners and tabloid covergirls from all walks of life. Beating the taller blonde was going to be a major task.

In order to prevent the possibility of outside interference, the matches were not being held in a glitzy arena. Instead, there was a simple ring set up at an undisclosed location. No elaborate entrances and no glamorous crowd, just a ring, a ref and a camera crew.

Both women were kept in separate locker-rooms until their start time. Katherine was dressed in her trademark white bikini, which could barely contain her firm yet plentiful assets. Anne, meanwhile, opted for a more conservative green one-piece, hoping that if it was harder to take off that she might keep her clothing (and her dignity) intact.

Katherine entered the ring first, her no-nonsense expression clearly showing that she was there to get the job done. The thought of yet another preliminary match was frustrating to her, as she hoped that her brazen actions with Katy would lead to the promoters booking their fight sooner rather than later. She allowed the ref to check her to ensure that she wasn’t hiding any foreign objects, though the terrified man wasn’t about to risk brushing his hands against anything that would end with him in a cast.

Anne came out next in a green fighter’s robe, looking ridiculous in the oversized outfit. Katherine couldn’t hide her disdain for Anne and her costume, as she felt that the brunette was less of a fighter and more of a girl playing fighter. Once Anne took the robe off, she let the ref check her, all the while attempting to avoid eye contact with Kat.

The bell was rung and Anna wasted no time charging Katherine. She hoped that her confident actions would reward her by perhaps catching Heigl off guard. It didn’t. Katherine simply bent down and tossed Anne in the air with a Monkey Flip, sending Hathaway soaring through the air before crashing hard on her back.

Dazed, Anne had no clue what had just happened to her. It didn’t matter since she was already being hauled back up by her hair. Katherine dragged Anna scalp-first into the corner, pressing her back against the thin turnbuckle pads. With a forearm pressed against Hathaway’s throat, Kat balled up her free fist and buried it into Anne’s soft stomach.

The belly punch elicited a loud “Oof!” from the girl as the air rushed out of her lungs. Kat pulled back and delivered three more in rapid succession, smashing her fist into Anne’s prone midsection.

Satisfied, Kat then whipped Hathaway across the ring into the other turnbuckle with a loud thwack. The impact sent lightning bolts up and down Anne’s back, as she tried to rub the pain away while wincing in pain. As she winced, her eyes drew closed, which prevented her from seeing the statuesque blonde charging towards her.

Heigl charged from the opposite end of the ring and splashed into the prone Hathaway, smashing her flawless physique into the pained woman. The impact drove Anne again into the turnbuckle, once again wracking her body in unspeakable pain. Katherine stepped back and allowed Hathaway to crumble to the mat, landing with an unspectacular little thud as she plopped onto her ass.

Anne saw nothing but stars as her head rested against the middle turnbuckle. She landed in a seated position with her long legs spread out in a V as her arms dangled over the bottom ropes. She was hurting and there was nothing she could do to defend herself.

The frustrated Heigl stepped back to see her defenseless foe. Kat figured it would be best to end this quickly, knowing that even though there was security that Katy Perry could still find a way to potentially attack her. She walked back to the other side of the ring, positioning herself against the turnbuckle. Then, with a full head of steam, she again charged the lifeless Hathaway. Right before the moment of impact, Kat turned around, hoping to drive her taut ass into Anne’s face. However, by some combination of luck and instinct, Anne managed to move her body out of harm’s way and Heigl smashed her butt into the steel turnbuckle at full speed.

The pain in Katherine’s ass quickly spread up and down her body, as the radiating throbbing from her coccyx engulfed senses. Anne quickly got to her feet and saw this as an opportunity to take control. She quickly shimmied up the turnbuckle and grabbed Katherine in a headlock before leaping off the ropes and executing a devastating and effective top-rope bulldog, driving Katherine skull-first into the mat.

Anne again got to a vertical base to admire her handiwork. The force of the blow had left Katherine dazed, and best of all left her vulnerable. Hathaway delivered a few stomps to the downed blonde, hoping that the constant physical barrage would stop Heigl from mounting an offense. After three or four kicks to her back, Anne grabbed hold of Katherine’s ponytail and started to pull her to her feet. The blonde was forced to comply as she got to her knees, only to be met with a swift kick to the ribs.

Katherine grabbed her waist in pain from the blow as she started to cough. Anne again grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to her knees. The sight of the teary eyed Heigl (who had involuntarily began to tear up from the coughing) weakly grabbing at Anne’s wrists was a surprising sight. Hathaway yanked her to her feet, only to deliver a boot to her midsection. When Katherine doubled over in pain, Anne grabbed her head and delivered a perfect DDT.

Again, Katherine’s head was bounced off of the mat, and again she was motionless afterwards. Anne was more than pleased with herself, as her training was finally paying dividends. She rolled Kat onto her back so that she could survey her prey. As she flipped her, Anne noticed that Katherine’s right nipple was peering out of her bikini top. A cruel smile crossed her wide lips as the wheels began to spin in her head.

Anne snaked her legs around Katherine’s neck, securing her in a headscissor. Once her thighs began to slowly squeeze around Heigl’s throat, Hathaway began her brazen assault. She reached forward and grabbed onto Katherine’s exposed nipple, squeezing the tender flesh between her fingers. The subdued Heigl gritted her teeth in pain, not looking to give Anne the satisfaction.

“Oh come on,” she taunted as she jiggled Kat’s breast by the nipple, “it’s no fun if you don’t scream.” Anne began shifting her legs back and forth, twisting Katherine’s neck from side to side. The pain was excruciating, but Heigl outright refused to react. Instead, she used her hands to try and pry Hathaway’s legs away from her head.

“Nu uh,” Anne taunted as she reached down and sank her fingers deep into Katherine’s reddening breast. “Don’t touch my legs or I’m going to rip your boob right off your body.” Hathaway then began to tug at the rest of Katherine’s top, looking to strip her while she had her trapped.

Heigl was becoming increasingly frustrated with her position. She couldn’t pry Anne’s legs from around her neck, and now she was being stripped by the apparently superior woman. This wasn’t the way she wanted her preliminary match to go. She figured by now that she would have Hathaway nude and crying her surrender. Instead, Katherine found herself topless and helpless.

Anne, meanwhile, found herself in the unique position of the driver’s seat. She had Katherine already topless, and hopefully after a few more minutes in the leg scissor, she would have Heigl completely out cold. Unfortunately for her, she hasn’t had enough experience in the dominant position in a match, let alone against someone like Katherine. Unsure of what to do, she thought back to her previous match against Katy Perry. Perry maintained her edge by psychologically torturing Hathaway, so Anne decided to repay the favor.

“You know, once you finally pass out, I’m going to rub myself all over your face,” she awkwardly taunted. “I’m going to sit right on your face and orgasm.” The lame verbal assault notwithstanding, Anne was in fact in position to do just that. Katherine’s oxygen was running low as the leg scissor slowly sapped the air out of her. If she didn’t do something quickly, she was going to find herself on the receiving end of her most humiliating loss ever.

“Think, damnit,” Katherine pleaded to herself as she tried to find an escape. Thinking, however, was becoming more and more difficult, as the lack of air combined with the painful breast mauling was creating a less-than-desirable situation. She reached her hands up weakly to try and pry Anne’s thighs away, but it was no use. Just as her hand slipped away from Hathaway’s legs, she felt her palm breeze across the lycra material of Anne’s one-piece.

“What am I going to do to you first?” Anne taunted as she teased Katherine’s exposed nipple. “I think I’m goin….” Her words were cut off as Heigl grabbed a handful of Hathaway’s one-piece and pulled upward, wedging the material into Anne’s most sensitive regions. The downside to wearing a single piece suit was that there was a lot of grab-able material, and Katherine had a fist overflowing with the green spandex.

Katherine pulled with all her might as the fabric jammed itself up Anne’s pale backside and vulnerable and surprisingly wet pussy. The thought of sexually dominating Heigl had clearly been at the forefront of Anne’s mind, and the now slick conditions made it easier for her tights to slide upwards. Anne let out a banshee-like scream as her legs quickly sprung open. She didn’t even have time to consider her options as she let Katherine go.

But Katherine would not return the favor. Rolling onto her stomach, Kat maintained her vicious wedgie, now using a second hand to pull and tug at Anne’s vulnerable lower region. “You should have finished me when you had the chance,” Kat hissed as the air quickly returned to her lungs.

“Ow…I…oww!” was all Anne could reply with as she feebly grabbed at Heigl’s wrists.

“I am going to make you sorry you ever set foot in a wrestling ring,” Katherine said through her clenched teeth. Kat released one hand from the now customized thong Anne was wearing and balled it up in a fist. Through the tears in her eyes, Anne saw the punch sailing through the air, but there was nothing she could do about it. The blow cracked her across the jaw, knocking her semiconscious.

Katherine stood up, a towering topless goddess. She saw the lifeless body of Anne Hathaway lying in front of her and decided that it was time to make her definitive statement. This was her chance to prove that she was the most dominant woman in the locker-room, despite what may have transpired at the beginning of the match, and she intended to send a message to Katy Perry.

Anne, meanwhile, was in La-La Land. She went from imminent victory to flat on her back in mere seconds, and she was in no condition to defend herself. All she could do was weakly coo as the blurred images finally started to sharpen. Then it hit her, What was Katherine Heigl going to do to her?

Kat was furious at almost losing, and worse at almost being humiliated. She grabbed Anne’s ankles and spread her legs before delivering a furious stomp to Hathaway’s unguarded and still wedgied pussy. Anne screeched in pain, but it meant nothing to Katherine. She had switched off her mind and was now operating solely on instinct. She wanted to hurt Anne and no amount of sympathy in the world was going to stop her.

The boot came crashing down twice more on Anne’s sex, jolting her body to the breaking point. She was now a sobbing mess, holding up her hands to wave off the inevitable stomp. “Please…” she pleaded, “please…stop…please…” Katherine ignored her and stomped down two more times, delivering five consecutive low blows in all.

Heigl dropped Anne’s legs to the mat, allowing them to collapse in a heap. She grabbed onto the top of Hathaway’s green one-piece and yanked it down, stretching the material until Anne’s creamy white breasts were exposed. Her perky, full chest was fully on display, with each boob topped off with a rose-colored nipple. Most would stop and admire such a sight, but not Katherine. She held the semi-conscious Anne sitting up by her hair with one hand and proceeded to smack her tits with the other.

The loud slapping noise resonated through the empty gym, as even the referee had no choice but to wince in pain. Large red handprints formed on the milky flesh and it was clear that Anne was in no condition to defend herself.

Katherine used Anne’s hair for leverage as she bounced her skull off the mat. Then, in one lightning-fast motion, Heigl mounted Hathaway, pinning her arms down with her legs. Kat angled her knees inward, pressing them into Anne’s exposed chest, crushing her breasts. She slowly leaned in, allowing more and more of her body weight to flatten Hathaway’s boobs. Anne’s expressive eyes widened quickly as she again began screaming in pain.

Heigl ignored her cries, and with her free hands, gave Anne some slaps to her face. “You thought you could actually beat me?” she asked with a slap. “You are so fucking pathetic, you know that?” Another humiliating slap. “If you ever,” slap, “ever,” slap, “set foot in a ring again, I will rip your fucking head off. Do you understand?”

“I…ugh…” was all Anne could say through the tears.

Frustrated, Heigl grabbed another handful of her hair and yanked her head sideways. “I said, ‘Do you understand?.”

“Yes!” she screamed.

Satisfied with the answer, Heigl stood up. Anne rolled to her side in a ball, quietly sobbing. She was clutching her throbbing breasts, rubbing them in hopes of relieving the pain. Then, she reached down to extract the still wedged fabric from her ass and vagina.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Katherine yelled. “Who said you could undo my hard work?”

“I…I…” the confused woman again stammered, still unable to finish a complete sentence.

“You made the biggest mistake of your life, slut.” Anne tried to scoot out of the ring, but it was no use. Katherine grabbed her again by her brown tresses and hauled her to her feet. Anne’s hands shot up to Heigl’s wrists, trying to pry them from her scalp. “Wedgie yourself,” Heigl commanded.

“What?” Anne asked. Her question was rewarded with a punch to the stomach.

“I said grab the bottom of your pathetic little fake wrestling costume and pull it until it is jammed back up your fat ass.”

This position of dominance was one that Heigl was familiar with. She felt back in the driver’s seat after the shaky start of the match, and was ready to once again remind the catfighting community why she was who she was.

Anne looked at her, pleading with her eyes but afraid that protests would lead her to get punched again. Finally, she dropped her hands from Katherine’s wrists and grabbed the bottom of her one-piece. Defeated and humiliated, she pulled the material upwards, forcing the biting cloth to once again penetrate her already wounded womanhood.

“You disgust me,” Heigl hissed as she put her hand across Anne’s throat.

“Wait…no…” was all she could get out before being hauled in the air for a patented chokeslam. Katherine hoisted her high above the ring, using the already wedged material for additional leverage, before slamming Anne’s body down to the mat. Hathaway’s legs twitched for a second before she was officially out cold.

The victorious Heigl held her hands in the air before bending down to strip Hathaway nude. She took the now infamous one-piece and used it to tie Anne’s arms and legs together, leaving her naked and hogtied in the center of the ring, dominated and destroyed.

Katherine located the camera and commanded that it zoom in on her as she reared back and delivered a hard slap to Anne’s ass. “This is mine. I could have sat on her face and had my way with her, but I won’t. I’m saving myself for you, Katy Perry. If you thought I was cruel to her, you haven’t seen anything yet.”