Post by caspian on Nov 21, 2021 23:55:38 GMT -6
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
9. AHW: Elevator to Hell (feat. Emma Watson, Nell Tiger Free, Lily Collins and Vanessa Hudgens)
DING!
The elevator had a plush velvet carpet and low shimmering lights that hung from a rectangular ceiling. It was just the kind of flashy, upper class facility Nell Tiger Free had come to expect after joining the VIX roster.
Nell:
The Wilshire Grand Center in downtown Los Angeles was the site of the VIX post-event afterparty, the perfect place to retreat to after a night of non-stop action. Nell, however, shifted nervously by the entrance as she depressed her finger into the big golden button labelled ‘Penthouse’. She had been told by the VIX agent to head back home to freshen up, then don something nice, but Nell didn’t feel this used to being decked out in a red, fluffed up cocktail dress at the seams, her long white stilettos making sharp depressions in the carpeted floor beneath her feet.
She had just had one of the most perfect nights she could have possibly imagined, beating the legendary Emma Watson in her VIX debut. Though she had tried to smooth things over after the match had ended, Emma had been quick to take her leave from the ring and arena, her face puffed up and red, and if Nell had seen it right, Emma’s eyes on the verge of tears. Deep inside, however, Nell shrugged, leaning back on the metal handle that lined the four corners of the elevator. If Watson had an issue with her, she’d just have to suck it up and deal with it. Anyone who got in her way was going down, she thought. She was here to rise up the ranks - in this case, quite literally.
DING!
The elevator didn’t travel far, however, as the doors slid open slowly. Nell’s lips parted briefly as - speak of the devil - Emma Watson herself strode in from the 3rd level of the building, looking back-to-her-pristine self in a lilac silken dress that hugged her body in shades of purple and pink. If the former Flyweight champion was still feeling the effects of that earlier grueling match, she wasn’t showing it.
Emma:
At the sight of Nell, Emma curled the corner of her lips, sashaying into the chamber with one hand firmly on her hip, her long, brown and curly hair bouncing about her shoulders. “Ah, there’s the little champion,” Emma said. “How did it feel to win your debut?”
Nell did her best to avert Emma’s gaze, looking down at the carpeted floor and trying to avoid staring at that bruised cheek she had planted a hook in hours ago.
“Great,” Nell said, with a little squeak. “I hope you’re okay--”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Emma said, moving too close to Nell’s side and resting against the metal platform as well. “You know, dear Lily gave me a ‘warm’ welcome when I first joined as well - it’s only fitting I gave you one in return.”
“Well…” Nell replied, looking nervous. “It must have sucked to lose. Especially to someone like me.”
One of Emma’s eyes twitched involuntarily, before returning to her regal pose. Meanwhile, the elevator continued its slow climb upwards. “Take it as a one-off, dearie. I’d bet if we faced off again, you wouldn’t fare too well.”
“Oh, yea?” Nell said, the competitive side of her flaring up at the supposed challenge. This time, she rose to meet Emma’s gaze, her chin turned up to the side.
Emma, sensing unfinished business between them, met her stare, and the two British actresses stood silently for a long moment, their bodies tensed up and facing forward but their eyes locking in growing intensity.
“Yeah, Nell. Don’t mess with me. I was being nice when I said those things about you in front of the live audience,” Emma said, her eyebrows narrowing. “Backstage, it’s better if you knew your place.”
“And what place is that, Emma?” Nell replied, also trying to keep her cool. “Standing above you after six rounds?”
“The referee stepped in a little too early, in my opinion,” Emma fired back without skipping a beat. “If he hadn’t jumped in, I think I would have knocked you out easily…”
“Whatever,” Nell said, turning away abruptly. “I’m not here to debate you, Emma. I came to this party to celebrate my win, whether you accept it or not. But I’m not surprised you feel this way. Didn’t Avril have her way with you just two weeks ago? I also heard Kat McNamara plans to make you kiss her--AAAHHHRGH!!”
Nell didn’t have a chance to finish, her head suddenly tugged to one side, as she felt Emma’s hot, laboured breaths on her cheek.
“Just who the hell do you think you are?!” Emma growled.
Nell let out another shriek as her face was slammed into the wall of the elevator, Emma gripping her firmly by the hair and ramming her forehead into the hard steel surface repeatedly.
Tiger Free was stunned as the cold metal cracked into her nose a third time, but just as Emma pulled her back for a fourth, she lashed out with her own fingernails. Her claws found their mark, with Emma letting out a shriek of her own as her hair was gripped and pulled to the side, with Nell also taking the opportunity to rake red markings across her cheek.
“Why you little whippersnapper--AHGHH?!” Emma shouted, before taking a hard slap across the face.
The two ladies buried their hands in each other’s hair, snarling and growling as they tossed and tussled in the small confines of the elevator space. One moment, Nell took a stiff backhand across her face; the next, she was pushing Emma back against the railing and driving a knee up into her stomach.
All that glossy make-up and pristine dresses began to shred apart, with thick lipstick smeared across the cheek from all those repeated open hands sent cracking off too much powder. One of Emma’s shoulder straps even went SNAP! after Nell attempted to throw her halfway across the elevator with nothing but a firm grip on her chest.
For a moment, a fire awakened inside Nell - the same fire that turned her match around and showed the world why she wasn’t to be underestimated. She stalked after the veteran actress, slamming fist after fist into Emma’s back and kidneys before she could turn around, making Watson shout out in pain and almost collapse down to her knees by the wall.
But as Nell tried to haul Emma back to her feet with her hands buried in the top of her hair, she couldn’t see the lunging, reverse headbutt till it was too late: with a practiced fluidity, Emma thrust her head backwards, ignoring the pain as the back of her skull CRACKED into Nell’s forehead, right between the eyes! Tiger Free groaned, stumbling back, looking like she was in a daze!
Suddenly, there was uncharacteristic malice in Emma’s eyes as the British girl whipped around with a snarl, immediately marching after her upstart rival. It was Nell’s turn to desperately cover up, taking punch after punch and getting driven towards the other end of the elevator. Emma rocked short, snappy fists into her frame: to the nose, mouth and straight into the pit of her stomach. And whenever Nell tried to make another lunge back for her hair, Emma put a quick end to the counterattack with a jazzy hook sent smack across her chin, whipping the youngster’s head to one side before returning the favour.
Emma smirked as she grabbed at Nell’s blonde hair, pulling her face in close and holding her steady, before thrusting a kneecap into her trembling tummy over and over again. Soon, Nell looked like she had had more than enough abuse, groaning downwards and covering her midsection with both arms. Emma, however, wasn’t done, hauling her back up, keeping her pinned awkwardly against the metal railing before going to work: RIPPPPP and tear of fabric as her fingernails did their worst on Nell’s once-elegant dress, bits and pieces of clothing sent flying as parts of Nell’s bra and panties began to peek out between the growing number of holes in her red dress.
“Welcome to the jungle, Nell,” Emma said, with a snarl, before slapping the beaten girl across her face. “I hope you enjoy your time here at VIX--”
DING!!
“My my. Look at what the cats dragged in…” came the sweet, sultry voice that both Emma and Nell had come to loathe.
Emma whipped sideways to see none other than Lily Collins standing tall and proud in the entranceway of the elevator, looking equally dashing in a head-to-toe white velvet gown and black stilettos on both feet, a silver and diamond-studded belt wrapped around her waistline, just for flash.
Lily:
“No one told me the party’d started!” Collins said with a smirk.
Nell could only groan into Emma’s arms, though Watson was less than sympathetic. “Take the next ride, Collins. This lift’s taken.” she said, before shoving another elbow into Nell’s chin to stun her further.
“Fancy going down to someone like Tiger Free, eh?” Lily ignored Emma’s warning, laughing as she strode into the elevator. “No wonder you’re getting desperate.”
“Last warning, Lil. Get the f*ck outta here, or I’ll kick your arse as well.”
“Oh, please. You couldn’t even take Nell out. And you remember our little rodeo in the locker room about a year ago? I seem to recall you kissing my abs three times in a row--”
The very mention of her ill fortunes with Collins sent Emma over the limit. The British actress let out a shout of rage before swinging her fist at Lily’s head, hoping to surprise her arch-rival with an attack. But Collins wasn’t the one who’d just spent ten rounds duking it out in the ring tonight. No, she had been waiting in the sidelines all this while, biding her time.
She blocked Emma’s attack with a swift raise of an arm, catching the overhand swing with a smirk. In turn, Emma’s shocked expression didn’t last too long, quickly whipped to the side by a hook, Lily FLYING into action as she sent punch after punch inwards to NAIL her on the nose, lips and body! Emma groaned as another low kick found its way into her stomach, Lily driving her heel in and folding her over and onto the ground..Having two fights in one evening was bad enough - Emma never imagined she would have to engage in three.
Lily shook her head as she strode in after the fallen actress, tsk-tsking at the poor status of the rest of the VIX Flyweight roster. “Is this all you’ve got? No wonder the two of you were billed as the opening act of tonight’s circus.”
She cast a glance to the other side of the elevator, where Nell was slowly rising back to her feet, the youngster also breathing hard and still clutching her tummy. Nell had reason to be wary. There was no telling what Lily’s intentions were tonight, even if she had won their first encounter together back in June of this year.
For a moment, Nell thought that Lily would continue to beat down on Emma, but just as Nell got back to her feet by the metal railing, Lily fired a swift side-kick to her midsection as well, sending Tiger Free groaning back down to the carpet.
“And as for you, Nell. Just because you kicked Em’s arse tonight doesn’t mean you’re better than me. In fact, I consider you just a teensy-weensy bit better than Twatson, which isn’t saying much,” Lily gloated, having strode over to speak to Nell directly.
“f*ck you,” Nell gasped in reply. “I’ve officially made it to the roster, and there’s nothing you can do about--HNNGHH!” Nell began before taking a hard SLAP across the face.
“If I had it my way, none of your bitches would be in the same locker room as me,” Lily seethed, only pausing to grip Nell by the top of her hair, pulling her head back to meet her eye. “As long as the rest of your stay down and acknowledge who the best Flyweight is, I think we’re gonna get along just fi-WHHHAAGGH!??”
From behind, Emma Watson had snuck in to wrap her arms up and under Lily’s shoulders and around the back of her neck, locking her upper body in place with a Half Nelson whilst snuggling her face cheek-to-cheek. “You mean like the two of us, Lils?” before stunning her with a fist to the head.
Lily let out a choked growl, but her air supply had been cut off from Emma’s firm bicep that was now wrapped around her throat, with Emma exerting pressure on her neck from behind. “f*cking LET GO OF ME!?!” Lily shrieked, already trying to reach up and over to pry at Emma’s hair.
But Emma was in full control over the writhing Vixen, stealing a quick glance towards Nell and giving her a curt nod. “What the hell are you waiting for?”
Nell Tiger Free didn’t need another invitation, rising fast to her feet, her face screwed up in both pain and rage. Before her was an opportunity to exact revenge on the woman who had delivered her very first loss of her career, and just as Lily Collins was about to gain a handful of Emma’s strawberry blonde hair, she let out a HOOUUFFFF, her body folded over by Nell’s balled fist to her stomach.
GRRRKKKKK!! Lily went again, held in place by Emma’s chokehold and now her body getting rocked left and right by Nell’s revenge, the youngster even going to her face with stiff slaps across her pale cheek as payback.
“FUCCCKING HELL! I’LL KILL BOTH OF YAAAGGGHG!!” Lily managed to spit, before she took another hard fist to the nose.
Soon enough, Nell was getting into the swing of things, quite literally slamming a fist into Lily’s chin to reel her off to the side, before burying shots into her midsection as though Collins were one of her punching bags back at the gym. Emma, while letting the newcomer have her fun, was also feeling the effects of those stiff body shots second-hand, with Nell beginning to drive BOTH women backwards towards the far side of the elevator, at one point even bending both their bodies over with a lunging uppercut to the gut.
“ENOUGH!” Emma finally growled, breathing hard from the exertion of holding Collins in place for the last minute. “It’s my turn!”
Watson roughly shoved the battered Collins forward, right into Nell’s arms instead. Collins went careening into Nell, her lips sputtering on her shoulder before getting turned around by the youngster, and her head rocked to the side by one of Emma’s incoming hooks. Now, it was Nell’s turn to try and secure the wayward and flailing Vixen, Lily putting up more of a struggle with one of her hands still loose and trying to intercept the incoming strikes.
“Hold her steady, Nell!” Emma shouted, digging her fingers into Lily’s hair for purchase, before pulling her hand back to deliver another cross to the nose.
But this time, Lily knew better than to let herself get caught by another vice-grip. She slipped her head to the side just in time to avoid the attack, leaving Emma’s fist to connect with Nell’s face instead! POW!! Nell saw stars as her head snapped back, and to make matters worse, Lily seized the opportunity to escape by torquing an elbow upwards and back: a bitter arc that caught the young blonde right between the eyes.
Tiger Free went crashing into the far wall of the elevator, making the entire structure wobble and shake. The two other Vixens, however, were back in the middle of an all-out struggle for dominance, Emma and Lily both lunging at each other in the center of the confined space, pulling at hair and trying to throw the other into the hard metal railing.
Once or twice, they succeeded, tossing the other woman into the stiff surface with a loud THUD and vibrating shudder, before more fists were driven up into their bodies or chins. Both ladies had been at each other’s throats before, and were used to the other girl’s tactics.
But Emma was clearly the disadvantaged one in this brawl, first having fallen to Nell Tiger Free not once, but twice in the same evening, and now suddenly at the mercy of an overly energetic and further enraged Lily Collins, who blasted her with another swinging arm rocked into her jawline, stunning the Brit. With a shout of rage, Lily thrust her arms under Emma’s and hoisted the poor woman up and over, such that Emma’s butt was seated snug on the metal railing.
Then, Collins went to work, slamming fists into Emma’s midriff and chest, driving her body further and further into the space between the railing and the steel wall. All Emma could do was groan, her hands still pulling desperately on Lily’s brown hair but the rest of her body shuddering and wilting with each subsequent fist driven in.
Soon enough, Emma’s own pink gown was left in tatters, with bits and pieces of clothing lying ripped to the side or bunched up beyond recognition, and Emma’s bruised and breathing torso could be seen peeking between shreds of dignity.
“You remember how this ended last time, Ems??” Lily huffed in her face, before driving another fist into the pit of her stomach.
Emma could only groan back, her spine arched over and her face buried into the top of Lily’s hair.
“When will you learn that you’re never gonna be better than me?” Lily shouted again, before turning back to Nell, who was still collapsed on all fours by the far end. “f*cking none of you are!”
DING!!!
By now, the brawling Vixens could have been more than accustomed to the metal carriage shuddering to a stop, before double doors grated themselves open a third time. This time round, however, it wasn’t another Vixen who was standing in their way.
“Good! You’re already kicking each other’s asses!” Vanessa Hudgens smirked and shouted, before CHARGING headfirst into the tiny space.
Vanessa:
Lily barely had time (or breath) to react as her arch-nemesis SLAMMED into her from the side, sending the two women crashing into the far wall of the lift with a rugby tackle. Lily didn’t know what the f*ck Nessa was doing here, but it didn’t really matter, with the Lookout! starlet already gnashing her teeth and throwing fist after fist into Lily’s stunned frame, slamming lefts and rights into her face and body.
Vanessa, by far, had the most amount of energy after entering this brawl at such a late timing, not to mention already sitting on cloud nine after her victory over Megan Fox and becoming a five-time Flyweight champion. She made Lily Collins know of her superiority with another uppercut buried into her stomach. Hudgens smirked as felt Collins’ body melt into her hands, her fingers gripped in her hair as she forced Lily’s face into her breathing tummy.
“You remember this, don’t ya, Collins? It’s the feeling of being inferior to me. You should be well acquainted with it at this point.”
Some defiance flashed in Lily’s eyes though, fluttering wildly even as she sucked in a deep breath despite her parted lips glued to the curves of Vanessa’s belly. Her own fingers were reaching out and behind Nessa, trying to take hold of any purchase she could find.
In this case, that turned out to be Vanessa’s own tightly-fitted, midnight-black dress- especially those thin shoulder straps, as Lily dug her fingernails into caramel bare skin and PULLED as hard as she could in order to keep herself from going down.
Vanessa let out a shriek of her own, her cocktail party dress ripped apart a little too early, and her maroon cotton bra already exposed underneath. Vanessa’s response was to hammer at Lily’s arms, letting out an enraged shriek as she tried to get the Vixen’s claws off her skin. “f*cking b*tch?!?! I’M THE f*cking CHAMP-UUGGHHHH!!”
Her desperate swings and slaps were a little too hot for Collins to handle at the moment, and the taller Vixen decided to haul her flailing adversary away by her long hair and the remains of her tattered dress. There was the sound of hair frayed from their sockets and more fabric torn as Vanessa went hurtling towards Emma Watson instead!
Hudgens looked too shocked to do anything but crash into the other Brit’s waiting arms. It wasn’t the welcome party she was expecting, however, with Watson letting out a grunt one moment from the intercept before throwing a fist at Nessa’s head with a POW!
Nessa, too stunned and slack-jawed at this point, went stumbling off to the other side of the elevator, and right into the embrace of Nell Tiger Free, who looked even more surprised at this latest development, like a cat not knowing what to do once getting her claws on a mouse. Briefly, Hudgens coughed in her arms, shooting a warning glare up into her face. “DON’T YOU f*cking D--HHNNGNGGHH!!”
Nell couldn’t pass up the chance, choosing to bury a fist into Nessa’s midsection, further sapping the champ of her strength. Across the steeled cage, a dual set of smiles began to cross both Lily and Emma’s faces - it was almost surreal to watch the latest newcomer to the roster discover her own hatred for this ever-present thorn in the Vixens’ side.
“BUNCH OF BITCHES!?!!” Nessa spit, her head rocked to the side by another swift hook.
Nell then spun her around and shoved her hard in Lily’s direction, like a pinball in a hell machine. This time, Collins gladly regained control, pulling the dishevelled Hudgens in by her hair and then pivoting to the side at the very last moment - SMACK!! Vanessa’s face crashed into the dulled steel, with the rectangular structure shuddering as it continued to hurtle up to god-knows-where.
Before Hudgens could react, she was spun about on her feet, catching a double hook across the face before a knee was buried into her tummy. This time, Collins took pleasure in guiding her shocked lips over her pulsing abs, letting Nessa pool down at her feet with both her arms hugging her body.
“You have the audacity to come into MY house, and steal MY title??” Collins berates Hudgens from above, pulling her briefly out of the tummy smother to deliver a stinging slap to the cheek, before dragging her right back in the depths of hell.
While Lily was busy putting the finishing touches on Hudgens, Emma and Nell were also stumbling slowly towards her back, thinking of the best time to interrupt her party. As they neared Lily, however, the two British blondes caught sight of one another, freezing as though suddenly remembering how this whole mess started in the first place.
“Back off, Nell. After Lily deals with Nessa, she’s mine,” Emma growled low.
At first, Nell didn’t respond, merely taking in a deep breath, her shoulders sighing as though in mock surrender, before she shot out a fist to caught Emma right on the nose. URKK!! Small wonder indeed as to why the rest of the FCBA don’t see the VIX Flyweights as legitimate threats, with the Vixens constantly at war with each other!
Nell and Emma lunged at each other again, wrapped up and struggling in each other’s arms, Emma still shaking the cobwebs from that cheap shot and trying to fend Nell off with a open hand shoved into her face. Meanwhile, Lily wasn’t faring much better with subduing the newly crowned Flyweight champion, not after Vanessa had managed to sink her teeth into her arm and then chugged a fist into the side of her tummy. The two rivals went at it at the other end of the booth, exchanging blows to the body in rapid tandem.
In the end, however, only two women prevailed: Nell Tiger Free, using her bigger bulk to finally wear Emma Watson down, the younger woman straddling her older counterpart from the top with both her thighs slowly inching their way up her spent body. Beneath her, Emma looked completely exhausted, gasping and grasping at her dress and skin, trying to squirm her way under and out from danger. But soon enough, her pale, freckled face was fully framed on either side by Nell’s toned thighs, as the newcomer tugged freely on her hair and slapped her left and right silly.
At the other end of the elevator, what had begun as Nessa’s comeuppance had now turned into her biggest nightmare: the Flyweight champion had entered the tiny arena last, but even she couldn’t go up against three Flyweights at the same time. Nessa groaned as Lily’s Head Scissors did its slow work, Lily’s thighs wrapped around her neck and squeezing both cheeks together. Initially, the Lookout! starlet thought she had the upper hand, especially after hauling Collins back against the wall in a shoulder tackle and then drilling her fists into her torso.
But Lily had sprung her trap right there and then, swinging her long legs upwards and over her shoulders, using the elevated position to lock both thighs around her neck. And the rest was history. Hudgens choked and gasped, now writhing on the floor on her side after dragging Lily down in an effort to release the scissors, to no avail.
“f*cking b*tch!! I’LL GET YARRR-- I SWEAR!!”
Another few minutes of this double torture, however, and a strange calm suddenly descended the non-stop warzone, with both Lily and Nell rising back to their feet slowly enough, chests heaving but faced away from each other. Beneath their feet lay the slumbered remains of both Emma Watson and Vanessa Hudgens, the lack of oxygen finally taking its toll on their bodies, splayed out in surrender.
Soon, the once-rivals turned to notice each other, and Nell steeled herself for one last hurdle she had to cross tonight in order to make it to her welcome party.
But instead, all Lily did was smile and laugh. “You’ve got spirit, Nell.”
“I know,” Nell huffed back. “Maybe it’s time we had our rematch.”
Lily threw her tired head back with another laugh, stumbling tiredly to one side. “Tell you what. Help me with Hudgens here. Then, you’ll get your rematch.”
Nell gave her a curt nod. She couldn’t trust Lily, but at the same time, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to go toe-to-toe with her at this juncture - not in her condition. Lily giggled back, then began hauling the KO’ed Hudgens to the wall of the elevator by one of her arms. Nell joined in, grabbing Hudgens by her feet, as the two Vixens worked together, for once.
“Sorry to spoil your debut,” Lily said, completely insincere. “This is how most parties go around here.”
One final stop in this long war between bitter rivals: the VIX after-party was in full swing at the top penthouse of the Wilshire Grand Centre, as VIX Head Trainer Steve Boyd walked up to Megan Fox by the free-flow bar.
“Get you something for your performance tonight?” he asked.
Megan, however, wasn’t in the mood for a celebratory drink. “You’re joking, right? I just lost the freakin’ Flyweight title, Steve.”
But Steve was already swooping up two cocktail glasses from the counter, then offering one of those to Megan with a smile. “And what a performance it was,” he said. “You did your best, Megan - what else could you have done?”
Megan stared at the glass of swirling liquid, still looking sullen. “I don’t deserve this.”
“Of course you do,” Steve said, before turning his eye to something behind Megan.
At the far end of the penthouse, there was commotion, as though Alexis Ren and Eden Cohen were getting into another impromptu shoving match. The two models were pointing rudely at the other woman’s face, a bottle of beer in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, already raising their voices over the loud music.
Steve sighed. “Will you excuse me? Another fire to fight.”
Megan smiled back. “Go. Deal with these millennials.”
“Speaking of whom, have you seen Nell anywhere?” Steve said, turning before leaving. “She was supposed to be here an hour ago.”
Megan shook her head. Just then, however, she heard the sound of the elevator doors opening, followed by a loud gasp that echoed through the room. From her vantage point, Megan saw Nell Tiger Free stumble out of the elevator doors, her hair a complete, frazzled mess, and one sleeve of her red dress torn off an arm.
“Good lord, what happened to you??” Corey Saucier caught her, as Nell stumbled dizzy into his arms.
What caught Megan’s attention next, however, was what else was in the elevator: an equally ruined-looking Lily Collins who followed after, but with a big smile on her face.
“Hey Megs,” Lily called, after catching sight of her from across the room. Lily gestured rapidly towards the elevator, as though she was punch-drunk. “Got a little pity-prize for yer back here! Come and see!”
By now, a large crowd had gathered around the elevator entrance. Fox slowly got up from her stool at the bar, made her way through the common riff-raff. Soon, she caught glimpses of the mayhem that had unfolded within the confines of the elevator: pieces of fabric ripped and torn and stripped upon the carpet flooring, and broken stiletto heels chucked to one side. To the left, a still-breathing Emma Watson was slowly regaining consciousness, burying her face in her hands she pushed off the ground.
And finally, there was dear Vanessa Hudgens herself, completely stripped down to her red undies, chest and stomach beaten and swelling, as she sat at the far wall of the chamber, both her arms looped under and over the steel railing, and held in place by the same loose fabric that had been stripped from her body.
Whatever had happened in there, Megan secretly wished she had been a part of. But the former Flyweight champion wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Megan smiled to herself, realising that the birthday party was just getting started.
OCC: Sorry for the wait! This piece took longer than expected. Then again, I'm not surprised given how each girl had to have her turn in the limelight. Thank you to Lookout for trusting me with handling Hudgens - I hope this will set up more future encounters!
9. AHW: Elevator to Hell (feat. Emma Watson, Nell Tiger Free, Lily Collins and Vanessa Hudgens)
DING!
The elevator had a plush velvet carpet and low shimmering lights that hung from a rectangular ceiling. It was just the kind of flashy, upper class facility Nell Tiger Free had come to expect after joining the VIX roster.
Nell:
The Wilshire Grand Center in downtown Los Angeles was the site of the VIX post-event afterparty, the perfect place to retreat to after a night of non-stop action. Nell, however, shifted nervously by the entrance as she depressed her finger into the big golden button labelled ‘Penthouse’. She had been told by the VIX agent to head back home to freshen up, then don something nice, but Nell didn’t feel this used to being decked out in a red, fluffed up cocktail dress at the seams, her long white stilettos making sharp depressions in the carpeted floor beneath her feet.
She had just had one of the most perfect nights she could have possibly imagined, beating the legendary Emma Watson in her VIX debut. Though she had tried to smooth things over after the match had ended, Emma had been quick to take her leave from the ring and arena, her face puffed up and red, and if Nell had seen it right, Emma’s eyes on the verge of tears. Deep inside, however, Nell shrugged, leaning back on the metal handle that lined the four corners of the elevator. If Watson had an issue with her, she’d just have to suck it up and deal with it. Anyone who got in her way was going down, she thought. She was here to rise up the ranks - in this case, quite literally.
DING!
The elevator didn’t travel far, however, as the doors slid open slowly. Nell’s lips parted briefly as - speak of the devil - Emma Watson herself strode in from the 3rd level of the building, looking back-to-her-pristine self in a lilac silken dress that hugged her body in shades of purple and pink. If the former Flyweight champion was still feeling the effects of that earlier grueling match, she wasn’t showing it.
Emma:
At the sight of Nell, Emma curled the corner of her lips, sashaying into the chamber with one hand firmly on her hip, her long, brown and curly hair bouncing about her shoulders. “Ah, there’s the little champion,” Emma said. “How did it feel to win your debut?”
Nell did her best to avert Emma’s gaze, looking down at the carpeted floor and trying to avoid staring at that bruised cheek she had planted a hook in hours ago.
“Great,” Nell said, with a little squeak. “I hope you’re okay--”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Emma said, moving too close to Nell’s side and resting against the metal platform as well. “You know, dear Lily gave me a ‘warm’ welcome when I first joined as well - it’s only fitting I gave you one in return.”
“Well…” Nell replied, looking nervous. “It must have sucked to lose. Especially to someone like me.”
One of Emma’s eyes twitched involuntarily, before returning to her regal pose. Meanwhile, the elevator continued its slow climb upwards. “Take it as a one-off, dearie. I’d bet if we faced off again, you wouldn’t fare too well.”
“Oh, yea?” Nell said, the competitive side of her flaring up at the supposed challenge. This time, she rose to meet Emma’s gaze, her chin turned up to the side.
Emma, sensing unfinished business between them, met her stare, and the two British actresses stood silently for a long moment, their bodies tensed up and facing forward but their eyes locking in growing intensity.
“Yeah, Nell. Don’t mess with me. I was being nice when I said those things about you in front of the live audience,” Emma said, her eyebrows narrowing. “Backstage, it’s better if you knew your place.”
“And what place is that, Emma?” Nell replied, also trying to keep her cool. “Standing above you after six rounds?”
“The referee stepped in a little too early, in my opinion,” Emma fired back without skipping a beat. “If he hadn’t jumped in, I think I would have knocked you out easily…”
“Whatever,” Nell said, turning away abruptly. “I’m not here to debate you, Emma. I came to this party to celebrate my win, whether you accept it or not. But I’m not surprised you feel this way. Didn’t Avril have her way with you just two weeks ago? I also heard Kat McNamara plans to make you kiss her--AAAHHHRGH!!”
Nell didn’t have a chance to finish, her head suddenly tugged to one side, as she felt Emma’s hot, laboured breaths on her cheek.
“Just who the hell do you think you are?!” Emma growled.
Nell let out another shriek as her face was slammed into the wall of the elevator, Emma gripping her firmly by the hair and ramming her forehead into the hard steel surface repeatedly.
Tiger Free was stunned as the cold metal cracked into her nose a third time, but just as Emma pulled her back for a fourth, she lashed out with her own fingernails. Her claws found their mark, with Emma letting out a shriek of her own as her hair was gripped and pulled to the side, with Nell also taking the opportunity to rake red markings across her cheek.
“Why you little whippersnapper--AHGHH?!” Emma shouted, before taking a hard slap across the face.
The two ladies buried their hands in each other’s hair, snarling and growling as they tossed and tussled in the small confines of the elevator space. One moment, Nell took a stiff backhand across her face; the next, she was pushing Emma back against the railing and driving a knee up into her stomach.
All that glossy make-up and pristine dresses began to shred apart, with thick lipstick smeared across the cheek from all those repeated open hands sent cracking off too much powder. One of Emma’s shoulder straps even went SNAP! after Nell attempted to throw her halfway across the elevator with nothing but a firm grip on her chest.
For a moment, a fire awakened inside Nell - the same fire that turned her match around and showed the world why she wasn’t to be underestimated. She stalked after the veteran actress, slamming fist after fist into Emma’s back and kidneys before she could turn around, making Watson shout out in pain and almost collapse down to her knees by the wall.
But as Nell tried to haul Emma back to her feet with her hands buried in the top of her hair, she couldn’t see the lunging, reverse headbutt till it was too late: with a practiced fluidity, Emma thrust her head backwards, ignoring the pain as the back of her skull CRACKED into Nell’s forehead, right between the eyes! Tiger Free groaned, stumbling back, looking like she was in a daze!
Suddenly, there was uncharacteristic malice in Emma’s eyes as the British girl whipped around with a snarl, immediately marching after her upstart rival. It was Nell’s turn to desperately cover up, taking punch after punch and getting driven towards the other end of the elevator. Emma rocked short, snappy fists into her frame: to the nose, mouth and straight into the pit of her stomach. And whenever Nell tried to make another lunge back for her hair, Emma put a quick end to the counterattack with a jazzy hook sent smack across her chin, whipping the youngster’s head to one side before returning the favour.
Emma smirked as she grabbed at Nell’s blonde hair, pulling her face in close and holding her steady, before thrusting a kneecap into her trembling tummy over and over again. Soon, Nell looked like she had had more than enough abuse, groaning downwards and covering her midsection with both arms. Emma, however, wasn’t done, hauling her back up, keeping her pinned awkwardly against the metal railing before going to work: RIPPPPP and tear of fabric as her fingernails did their worst on Nell’s once-elegant dress, bits and pieces of clothing sent flying as parts of Nell’s bra and panties began to peek out between the growing number of holes in her red dress.
“Welcome to the jungle, Nell,” Emma said, with a snarl, before slapping the beaten girl across her face. “I hope you enjoy your time here at VIX--”
DING!!
“My my. Look at what the cats dragged in…” came the sweet, sultry voice that both Emma and Nell had come to loathe.
Emma whipped sideways to see none other than Lily Collins standing tall and proud in the entranceway of the elevator, looking equally dashing in a head-to-toe white velvet gown and black stilettos on both feet, a silver and diamond-studded belt wrapped around her waistline, just for flash.
Lily:
“No one told me the party’d started!” Collins said with a smirk.
Nell could only groan into Emma’s arms, though Watson was less than sympathetic. “Take the next ride, Collins. This lift’s taken.” she said, before shoving another elbow into Nell’s chin to stun her further.
“Fancy going down to someone like Tiger Free, eh?” Lily ignored Emma’s warning, laughing as she strode into the elevator. “No wonder you’re getting desperate.”
“Last warning, Lil. Get the f*ck outta here, or I’ll kick your arse as well.”
“Oh, please. You couldn’t even take Nell out. And you remember our little rodeo in the locker room about a year ago? I seem to recall you kissing my abs three times in a row--”
The very mention of her ill fortunes with Collins sent Emma over the limit. The British actress let out a shout of rage before swinging her fist at Lily’s head, hoping to surprise her arch-rival with an attack. But Collins wasn’t the one who’d just spent ten rounds duking it out in the ring tonight. No, she had been waiting in the sidelines all this while, biding her time.
She blocked Emma’s attack with a swift raise of an arm, catching the overhand swing with a smirk. In turn, Emma’s shocked expression didn’t last too long, quickly whipped to the side by a hook, Lily FLYING into action as she sent punch after punch inwards to NAIL her on the nose, lips and body! Emma groaned as another low kick found its way into her stomach, Lily driving her heel in and folding her over and onto the ground..Having two fights in one evening was bad enough - Emma never imagined she would have to engage in three.
Lily shook her head as she strode in after the fallen actress, tsk-tsking at the poor status of the rest of the VIX Flyweight roster. “Is this all you’ve got? No wonder the two of you were billed as the opening act of tonight’s circus.”
She cast a glance to the other side of the elevator, where Nell was slowly rising back to her feet, the youngster also breathing hard and still clutching her tummy. Nell had reason to be wary. There was no telling what Lily’s intentions were tonight, even if she had won their first encounter together back in June of this year.
For a moment, Nell thought that Lily would continue to beat down on Emma, but just as Nell got back to her feet by the metal railing, Lily fired a swift side-kick to her midsection as well, sending Tiger Free groaning back down to the carpet.
“And as for you, Nell. Just because you kicked Em’s arse tonight doesn’t mean you’re better than me. In fact, I consider you just a teensy-weensy bit better than Twatson, which isn’t saying much,” Lily gloated, having strode over to speak to Nell directly.
“f*ck you,” Nell gasped in reply. “I’ve officially made it to the roster, and there’s nothing you can do about--HNNGHH!” Nell began before taking a hard SLAP across the face.
“If I had it my way, none of your bitches would be in the same locker room as me,” Lily seethed, only pausing to grip Nell by the top of her hair, pulling her head back to meet her eye. “As long as the rest of your stay down and acknowledge who the best Flyweight is, I think we’re gonna get along just fi-WHHHAAGGH!??”
From behind, Emma Watson had snuck in to wrap her arms up and under Lily’s shoulders and around the back of her neck, locking her upper body in place with a Half Nelson whilst snuggling her face cheek-to-cheek. “You mean like the two of us, Lils?” before stunning her with a fist to the head.
Lily let out a choked growl, but her air supply had been cut off from Emma’s firm bicep that was now wrapped around her throat, with Emma exerting pressure on her neck from behind. “f*cking LET GO OF ME!?!” Lily shrieked, already trying to reach up and over to pry at Emma’s hair.
But Emma was in full control over the writhing Vixen, stealing a quick glance towards Nell and giving her a curt nod. “What the hell are you waiting for?”
Nell Tiger Free didn’t need another invitation, rising fast to her feet, her face screwed up in both pain and rage. Before her was an opportunity to exact revenge on the woman who had delivered her very first loss of her career, and just as Lily Collins was about to gain a handful of Emma’s strawberry blonde hair, she let out a HOOUUFFFF, her body folded over by Nell’s balled fist to her stomach.
GRRRKKKKK!! Lily went again, held in place by Emma’s chokehold and now her body getting rocked left and right by Nell’s revenge, the youngster even going to her face with stiff slaps across her pale cheek as payback.
“FUCCCKING HELL! I’LL KILL BOTH OF YAAAGGGHG!!” Lily managed to spit, before she took another hard fist to the nose.
Soon enough, Nell was getting into the swing of things, quite literally slamming a fist into Lily’s chin to reel her off to the side, before burying shots into her midsection as though Collins were one of her punching bags back at the gym. Emma, while letting the newcomer have her fun, was also feeling the effects of those stiff body shots second-hand, with Nell beginning to drive BOTH women backwards towards the far side of the elevator, at one point even bending both their bodies over with a lunging uppercut to the gut.
“ENOUGH!” Emma finally growled, breathing hard from the exertion of holding Collins in place for the last minute. “It’s my turn!”
Watson roughly shoved the battered Collins forward, right into Nell’s arms instead. Collins went careening into Nell, her lips sputtering on her shoulder before getting turned around by the youngster, and her head rocked to the side by one of Emma’s incoming hooks. Now, it was Nell’s turn to try and secure the wayward and flailing Vixen, Lily putting up more of a struggle with one of her hands still loose and trying to intercept the incoming strikes.
“Hold her steady, Nell!” Emma shouted, digging her fingers into Lily’s hair for purchase, before pulling her hand back to deliver another cross to the nose.
But this time, Lily knew better than to let herself get caught by another vice-grip. She slipped her head to the side just in time to avoid the attack, leaving Emma’s fist to connect with Nell’s face instead! POW!! Nell saw stars as her head snapped back, and to make matters worse, Lily seized the opportunity to escape by torquing an elbow upwards and back: a bitter arc that caught the young blonde right between the eyes.
Tiger Free went crashing into the far wall of the elevator, making the entire structure wobble and shake. The two other Vixens, however, were back in the middle of an all-out struggle for dominance, Emma and Lily both lunging at each other in the center of the confined space, pulling at hair and trying to throw the other into the hard metal railing.
Once or twice, they succeeded, tossing the other woman into the stiff surface with a loud THUD and vibrating shudder, before more fists were driven up into their bodies or chins. Both ladies had been at each other’s throats before, and were used to the other girl’s tactics.
But Emma was clearly the disadvantaged one in this brawl, first having fallen to Nell Tiger Free not once, but twice in the same evening, and now suddenly at the mercy of an overly energetic and further enraged Lily Collins, who blasted her with another swinging arm rocked into her jawline, stunning the Brit. With a shout of rage, Lily thrust her arms under Emma’s and hoisted the poor woman up and over, such that Emma’s butt was seated snug on the metal railing.
Then, Collins went to work, slamming fists into Emma’s midriff and chest, driving her body further and further into the space between the railing and the steel wall. All Emma could do was groan, her hands still pulling desperately on Lily’s brown hair but the rest of her body shuddering and wilting with each subsequent fist driven in.
Soon enough, Emma’s own pink gown was left in tatters, with bits and pieces of clothing lying ripped to the side or bunched up beyond recognition, and Emma’s bruised and breathing torso could be seen peeking between shreds of dignity.
“You remember how this ended last time, Ems??” Lily huffed in her face, before driving another fist into the pit of her stomach.
Emma could only groan back, her spine arched over and her face buried into the top of Lily’s hair.
“When will you learn that you’re never gonna be better than me?” Lily shouted again, before turning back to Nell, who was still collapsed on all fours by the far end. “f*cking none of you are!”
DING!!!
By now, the brawling Vixens could have been more than accustomed to the metal carriage shuddering to a stop, before double doors grated themselves open a third time. This time round, however, it wasn’t another Vixen who was standing in their way.
“Good! You’re already kicking each other’s asses!” Vanessa Hudgens smirked and shouted, before CHARGING headfirst into the tiny space.
Vanessa:
Lily barely had time (or breath) to react as her arch-nemesis SLAMMED into her from the side, sending the two women crashing into the far wall of the lift with a rugby tackle. Lily didn’t know what the f*ck Nessa was doing here, but it didn’t really matter, with the Lookout! starlet already gnashing her teeth and throwing fist after fist into Lily’s stunned frame, slamming lefts and rights into her face and body.
Vanessa, by far, had the most amount of energy after entering this brawl at such a late timing, not to mention already sitting on cloud nine after her victory over Megan Fox and becoming a five-time Flyweight champion. She made Lily Collins know of her superiority with another uppercut buried into her stomach. Hudgens smirked as felt Collins’ body melt into her hands, her fingers gripped in her hair as she forced Lily’s face into her breathing tummy.
“You remember this, don’t ya, Collins? It’s the feeling of being inferior to me. You should be well acquainted with it at this point.”
Some defiance flashed in Lily’s eyes though, fluttering wildly even as she sucked in a deep breath despite her parted lips glued to the curves of Vanessa’s belly. Her own fingers were reaching out and behind Nessa, trying to take hold of any purchase she could find.
In this case, that turned out to be Vanessa’s own tightly-fitted, midnight-black dress- especially those thin shoulder straps, as Lily dug her fingernails into caramel bare skin and PULLED as hard as she could in order to keep herself from going down.
Vanessa let out a shriek of her own, her cocktail party dress ripped apart a little too early, and her maroon cotton bra already exposed underneath. Vanessa’s response was to hammer at Lily’s arms, letting out an enraged shriek as she tried to get the Vixen’s claws off her skin. “f*cking b*tch?!?! I’M THE f*cking CHAMP-UUGGHHHH!!”
Her desperate swings and slaps were a little too hot for Collins to handle at the moment, and the taller Vixen decided to haul her flailing adversary away by her long hair and the remains of her tattered dress. There was the sound of hair frayed from their sockets and more fabric torn as Vanessa went hurtling towards Emma Watson instead!
Hudgens looked too shocked to do anything but crash into the other Brit’s waiting arms. It wasn’t the welcome party she was expecting, however, with Watson letting out a grunt one moment from the intercept before throwing a fist at Nessa’s head with a POW!
Nessa, too stunned and slack-jawed at this point, went stumbling off to the other side of the elevator, and right into the embrace of Nell Tiger Free, who looked even more surprised at this latest development, like a cat not knowing what to do once getting her claws on a mouse. Briefly, Hudgens coughed in her arms, shooting a warning glare up into her face. “DON’T YOU f*cking D--HHNNGNGGHH!!”
Nell couldn’t pass up the chance, choosing to bury a fist into Nessa’s midsection, further sapping the champ of her strength. Across the steeled cage, a dual set of smiles began to cross both Lily and Emma’s faces - it was almost surreal to watch the latest newcomer to the roster discover her own hatred for this ever-present thorn in the Vixens’ side.
“BUNCH OF BITCHES!?!!” Nessa spit, her head rocked to the side by another swift hook.
Nell then spun her around and shoved her hard in Lily’s direction, like a pinball in a hell machine. This time, Collins gladly regained control, pulling the dishevelled Hudgens in by her hair and then pivoting to the side at the very last moment - SMACK!! Vanessa’s face crashed into the dulled steel, with the rectangular structure shuddering as it continued to hurtle up to god-knows-where.
Before Hudgens could react, she was spun about on her feet, catching a double hook across the face before a knee was buried into her tummy. This time, Collins took pleasure in guiding her shocked lips over her pulsing abs, letting Nessa pool down at her feet with both her arms hugging her body.
“You have the audacity to come into MY house, and steal MY title??” Collins berates Hudgens from above, pulling her briefly out of the tummy smother to deliver a stinging slap to the cheek, before dragging her right back in the depths of hell.
While Lily was busy putting the finishing touches on Hudgens, Emma and Nell were also stumbling slowly towards her back, thinking of the best time to interrupt her party. As they neared Lily, however, the two British blondes caught sight of one another, freezing as though suddenly remembering how this whole mess started in the first place.
“Back off, Nell. After Lily deals with Nessa, she’s mine,” Emma growled low.
At first, Nell didn’t respond, merely taking in a deep breath, her shoulders sighing as though in mock surrender, before she shot out a fist to caught Emma right on the nose. URKK!! Small wonder indeed as to why the rest of the FCBA don’t see the VIX Flyweights as legitimate threats, with the Vixens constantly at war with each other!
Nell and Emma lunged at each other again, wrapped up and struggling in each other’s arms, Emma still shaking the cobwebs from that cheap shot and trying to fend Nell off with a open hand shoved into her face. Meanwhile, Lily wasn’t faring much better with subduing the newly crowned Flyweight champion, not after Vanessa had managed to sink her teeth into her arm and then chugged a fist into the side of her tummy. The two rivals went at it at the other end of the booth, exchanging blows to the body in rapid tandem.
In the end, however, only two women prevailed: Nell Tiger Free, using her bigger bulk to finally wear Emma Watson down, the younger woman straddling her older counterpart from the top with both her thighs slowly inching their way up her spent body. Beneath her, Emma looked completely exhausted, gasping and grasping at her dress and skin, trying to squirm her way under and out from danger. But soon enough, her pale, freckled face was fully framed on either side by Nell’s toned thighs, as the newcomer tugged freely on her hair and slapped her left and right silly.
At the other end of the elevator, what had begun as Nessa’s comeuppance had now turned into her biggest nightmare: the Flyweight champion had entered the tiny arena last, but even she couldn’t go up against three Flyweights at the same time. Nessa groaned as Lily’s Head Scissors did its slow work, Lily’s thighs wrapped around her neck and squeezing both cheeks together. Initially, the Lookout! starlet thought she had the upper hand, especially after hauling Collins back against the wall in a shoulder tackle and then drilling her fists into her torso.
But Lily had sprung her trap right there and then, swinging her long legs upwards and over her shoulders, using the elevated position to lock both thighs around her neck. And the rest was history. Hudgens choked and gasped, now writhing on the floor on her side after dragging Lily down in an effort to release the scissors, to no avail.
“f*cking b*tch!! I’LL GET YARRR-- I SWEAR!!”
Another few minutes of this double torture, however, and a strange calm suddenly descended the non-stop warzone, with both Lily and Nell rising back to their feet slowly enough, chests heaving but faced away from each other. Beneath their feet lay the slumbered remains of both Emma Watson and Vanessa Hudgens, the lack of oxygen finally taking its toll on their bodies, splayed out in surrender.
Soon, the once-rivals turned to notice each other, and Nell steeled herself for one last hurdle she had to cross tonight in order to make it to her welcome party.
But instead, all Lily did was smile and laugh. “You’ve got spirit, Nell.”
“I know,” Nell huffed back. “Maybe it’s time we had our rematch.”
Lily threw her tired head back with another laugh, stumbling tiredly to one side. “Tell you what. Help me with Hudgens here. Then, you’ll get your rematch.”
Nell gave her a curt nod. She couldn’t trust Lily, but at the same time, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to go toe-to-toe with her at this juncture - not in her condition. Lily giggled back, then began hauling the KO’ed Hudgens to the wall of the elevator by one of her arms. Nell joined in, grabbing Hudgens by her feet, as the two Vixens worked together, for once.
“Sorry to spoil your debut,” Lily said, completely insincere. “This is how most parties go around here.”
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DING!One final stop in this long war between bitter rivals: the VIX after-party was in full swing at the top penthouse of the Wilshire Grand Centre, as VIX Head Trainer Steve Boyd walked up to Megan Fox by the free-flow bar.
“Get you something for your performance tonight?” he asked.
Megan, however, wasn’t in the mood for a celebratory drink. “You’re joking, right? I just lost the freakin’ Flyweight title, Steve.”
But Steve was already swooping up two cocktail glasses from the counter, then offering one of those to Megan with a smile. “And what a performance it was,” he said. “You did your best, Megan - what else could you have done?”
Megan stared at the glass of swirling liquid, still looking sullen. “I don’t deserve this.”
“Of course you do,” Steve said, before turning his eye to something behind Megan.
At the far end of the penthouse, there was commotion, as though Alexis Ren and Eden Cohen were getting into another impromptu shoving match. The two models were pointing rudely at the other woman’s face, a bottle of beer in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, already raising their voices over the loud music.
Steve sighed. “Will you excuse me? Another fire to fight.”
Megan smiled back. “Go. Deal with these millennials.”
“Speaking of whom, have you seen Nell anywhere?” Steve said, turning before leaving. “She was supposed to be here an hour ago.”
Megan shook her head. Just then, however, she heard the sound of the elevator doors opening, followed by a loud gasp that echoed through the room. From her vantage point, Megan saw Nell Tiger Free stumble out of the elevator doors, her hair a complete, frazzled mess, and one sleeve of her red dress torn off an arm.
“Good lord, what happened to you??” Corey Saucier caught her, as Nell stumbled dizzy into his arms.
What caught Megan’s attention next, however, was what else was in the elevator: an equally ruined-looking Lily Collins who followed after, but with a big smile on her face.
“Hey Megs,” Lily called, after catching sight of her from across the room. Lily gestured rapidly towards the elevator, as though she was punch-drunk. “Got a little pity-prize for yer back here! Come and see!”
By now, a large crowd had gathered around the elevator entrance. Fox slowly got up from her stool at the bar, made her way through the common riff-raff. Soon, she caught glimpses of the mayhem that had unfolded within the confines of the elevator: pieces of fabric ripped and torn and stripped upon the carpet flooring, and broken stiletto heels chucked to one side. To the left, a still-breathing Emma Watson was slowly regaining consciousness, burying her face in her hands she pushed off the ground.
And finally, there was dear Vanessa Hudgens herself, completely stripped down to her red undies, chest and stomach beaten and swelling, as she sat at the far wall of the chamber, both her arms looped under and over the steel railing, and held in place by the same loose fabric that had been stripped from her body.
Whatever had happened in there, Megan secretly wished she had been a part of. But the former Flyweight champion wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Megan smiled to herself, realising that the birthday party was just getting started.
END
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OCC: Sorry for the wait! This piece took longer than expected. Then again, I'm not surprised given how each girl had to have her turn in the limelight. Thank you to Lookout for trusting me with handling Hudgens - I hope this will set up more future encounters!
