Bar Brawl pt 1 Dawn vs Angie

a commission from a while back. just realized I never posted it despite starting a third part of the storyline just lately. skinny vs big girl showdown at a bar and grill for the whole family

The night had finally come for the big match at BG's. The college hangout (short for "bar and grill," according to the owner) was seeing its biggest turnout in months, more college students and local patrons packed inside than their St Patricks Day celebrations.

Angela and Dawn had been working there just a few weeks, but it was at a boiling point already. The owner couldn't have them under the same roof, it seemed, and since they were both working as part-time students, it was hard to keep them apart. Every time they seemed to cross paths, something was hissed under their breath just to follow up with another when they crossed again. Both were lovely girls and brought in good tips for their lovely assets, but the last few shifts had them shouting at eachother by the end of their workday. Some of the customers found it amusing, but he just couldn't risk it escalating even further.

And so there he was, hosting the first ever BG's Fight Night and making a tidy profit on entry fees alone, enough to even give a discount to the exclusive customers. He'd proposed it to the girls as a way to settle their issues, since it was that or fire them both to be fair. They'd agreed to bet it all on their match, escalating one more step when they agreed that the loser would quit the waitress job entirely.

Better still, the girls had agreed to wrestle in their bikinis. Angie came out first to a wave of cheers and whistles from the (mostly male) crowd. Both girls were 21 and just under five and a half feet, Angie set apart by a perfectly shaped and lovely face. She smiled wide and friendly, slapping hands sportingly as she walked to the ring in her sunshine yellow string bikini. Shoulder-length brown hair bounces around her ears, topping off her slim and slender body, perky little A-cups tucked into her bikini top. She slid her petite body into the ring, jogging in place in her corner and waving to the fans a bit more to milk the attention and praise of her beautiful features and slim, sexy body.

Dawn came out shortly after, getting as big a reaction from the crowd despite being rather Angie's opposite. She was notably overweight, her dark blue bikini looking barely able to fit around her. Fortunately, her overstuffed form included a set of 39DD tits jiggling around in her top with every step.

Dawn stepped into the ring, squeezing her bulky form between two of the ropes before the girls locked eyes, leering daggers at eachother.

"I've been waiting for a real chance to get a piece of you," Dawn hissed at her, the crowd starting to cheer louder as the fight grew near its start. The favoritism seemed fairly split, between Dawn's huge chest and the pretty face and slim figure on Angie.

"Maybe I'll do you a favor and help you lose a few pounds when I get a piece of you!" Angie snapped back at her, fists on her string-covered hips defiantly.

"Oh, I am gonna break you in half for that, twig," threatened Dawn, starting to step forward. Angie held out her arms in inviting challenge, but a ref/bartender in a striped shirt got between them, a hand urging each of them back into their corners until the bell.

The crowd eagerly chanted "Let them fight! Let them fight!" for nearly a minute before they finally sounded the bell from the bar and the girls were let loose on eachother.

The girls circled eachother, sizing the other up and quietly weighing their odds. Dawn was fuller and wider than Angie in most proportions, especially in her breasts. She clearly had weight on her side, though Angie wondered if she had the muscle underneath all that to actually keep up with her in raw strength. Angie was smaller and thinner, lighter on her feet and more flexible than Dawn with her athletic body. If she could bring the big girl down to the mats, things could easily turn in her favor.

The makeshift ref slid out of the ring to let them go at it, nothing to stop them now. Dawn and Angie rushed for eachother in a sudden charge, Dawn grabbing at Angie's hair with both of her meaty hands. Angie saw the move coming, darting aside as her slower enemy missed and turning around behind her. Angie's athletic form not only spun around, but nimbly threw a kick into Dawn's back. The big girl grunted and stumbled forward a pace, holding her back as the crowd cheered for Angie's agile counter. Angie hit her with a second kick that drop Dawn forward enough to grab the ropes for balance. Angie grinned at her work, waving to the crowd behind her back before throwing a third kick, this one aimed for Dawn's knee.

Dawn managed to evade that one, rolling along the ropes to one side. She evaded the kick and swung out with a backhand with one of her thick limbs, smacking across Angie's face and knocking her silly.

Angie stumbled awkwardly away holding her pretty face, letting Dawn get back on her feet and facing her proper. "Your dirty shit won't get you out of this, chickenshit," Dawn threatened, rolling her shoulders to try and ease the pain in her back where she was kicked.

"Prove it, pig!" Angie snapped back, staying light on her feet as she regained her own pace. "Come and get me so I can kick your fat ass that much faster!"

Dawn caught her offguard with a sudden charge, this time grabbing one of her arms and twisting it to pull her closer. Angie gave a quick scream of surprised pain before Dawn clamped her into a side headlock, crushing her head between her meaty arm and her double-D's.

"I'm gonna wring all that shit talk out of your scrawny neck, bitch," she growled, twisting her hips to yank on Angie's head and drag her along after her, bent double just to stay standing.

"AHHH!" she yowled as the bigger girl worked her skull and neck in her plump but strong grip. "Let go, you fat bitch! Let GO!"

When Dawn didn't do her the courtesy of listening to her demands, Angie shifted her body around to aim and spike her elbow into Dawn's soft, bare belly.

"OUFFF!" Dawn gave a huge, hard grunt as some air and spittle flew from her full lips. She let go of Ang to hold her belly, bending over to ease the pain her guts as Angie shot back upright, rubbing her neck. She didn't waste much time before balling her fists together, smashing them over the back of Dawn's head like an imaginary hammer and dropping her to the floor. Dawn went flat on her stomach, hands braced on the mat trying to push herself up as she groaned dizzily.

"That's RIGHT, bitch! Don't mess with the best!" Angie shouted down at her, putting up her thin arms and flexing her small muscles for the rowdy, hooting crowd. Content with a few seconds of showing off, she went over to Dawn to rain stomps and kicks over Dawn's thick body. Her big form jiggled, rolling to her side to try and bring her hands up to interfere with the kicks. Angie just redirected her strikes, sending her next kick to smack right into Dawn's right breast with a sharp smacking noise. Dawn curled up and cradled her tit with a gasp, and the crowd gave a dramatic "OHHH!" at the noisy smack.

Dawn rubbed her big chest as Angie grinned wickedly down at her hated rival. She wound up and threw another stomp down at her left breast, the impact jiggling and reddening her other breast to match the first. Dawn gave a husky scream from the blow, wincing as Angie paced over her.

"Get up! You're mine now, fatass!" she boasted, taking Dawn by the hair and pulling her up by it. Dawn staggered up to one knee, but as she reached the crouch she swung a heavy fist into Angie's flat stomach. It hit with an audible thump that lifted Angie off her feet for a second, huffing the air out of her lungs and letting go of Dawn to hold her tight tummy instead.

Dawn rose up, grabbing Angie by her hair in return, getting some miserable coughs and grunts of protest from Angie but not much else for resistance. Dawn used the opening to catch her breath a moment and then swing Angie by her hair, hurling her head first at the ringpost.

"AWW!" Angie shouted as her head narrowly missed the padded part, and her shoulder muscle crashing into the metal pole instead. She leaned over the ropes, facing the roaring crowd and rubbing her shoulder with her mouth hanging open in shock at the pain.

"God, NOW you shut up," Dawn groaned, the crowd laughing at her bit of trash talk as she stomped up after Angie. She grabbed one of the ropes, using it for leverage as she swung a big knee up into Angie's side.

"UGH!" Angie blurted loudly, a bit of spittle flying from her open lips. "UGH! UHHH!" She took several more knee slams, leaning into the ropes just to stay standing.

"OH quit your bitching. It's not like I can crush those tits any smaller, Barbie doll!" Dawn shouted at the stunned brunette as she backed away. Angie was trying to push herself back onto her feet to fight back as Dawn kept backpedaling, almost touching the far corner before breaking into a charge at the staggering Angie. She just had time to see the bigger girl barreling and jiggling towards her. She has a split second to shout "Oh no!" before she's cut off by the full body slam, crushing Angela against the ropes with Dawn's full bulk.

Dawn bounced off, leaving Angie's mouth and eyes wide open as she slowly and awkwardly fell to the mats like a rag doll. Angie writhed on the mats face down, rubbing her hair from her face dizzily as Dawn threw her fists over her head triumphantly for the crowd. The college crowd was quick to cheer for this showboating, mostly for how it made her oversized jugs jiggle with the slightest movement of the pose.

Angie started pushing herself up as Dawn straddled her back, standing over her as if Angie were crawling between her legs. Dawn steadied herself a moment, then dropped down to crash her big hips and ass down onto Angie's back, crushing her to the mat with a big slamming noise. She shpited and kicked her feet as the crowd cheered for Dawn's curvy body squashing Ang's.

Angie writhed and pawed at her aching back, Dawn taking hold of her foot and dragging her towards one of the corners, dropping her unceremoniously a foot or so away from the ringposts. Certain she was well within range, Dawn went for another crowdpleaser as she started to climb the ropes. Given her size and the care she took not to fall over and break her neck on the floor outside the ring, she wasn't the fastest, but it built up the crowd even more as they saw what she was going for: getting high enough and hitting hard enough to flatten Angie like a pancake.

However, as she reached the top, facing away from the ring, the crowd's voices picked up to shout their warnings. Angie staggered to her feet, still rubbing her back but semi-upright and right behind Dawn. She reached out and pushed at Dawn's leg, making them spread out and land with a loud thud crotch first onto the top turnbuckle.

"AUGHH!" Dawn gave a quick, sharp scream as the cheap shot shocked through her spine, frozen with her eyes and mouth wide open atop the ringpost.

"Nice try, but you're too fat to fly, piggy!" the smaller brunette snapped at her bitterly. Angie climbed up onto the bottom ropes so she could grab the big blond by the hair and yank hard, hurling her back into the ring and onto the mats. She landed on her chest with a crash, rubbing at her tits and face twisted as she rolled slowly in pain.

Angie shook out her hands, shedding a few strands of blond hair that she'd ripped out with the surprisingly powerful move from the thinner girl. "Ew, almost got your stupid blond on me," Angie snapped before following the stunned busty blond, grabbing onto the back of her bikini top. "You so proud of that fat bags?! How about  you show them off!?" she snapped before messing with the not and pulling the top off in a quick, rough yank.

The crowd went wild as Dawn tried pushing herself up, her big boobs wobbling beneath her upper body. A few still booed Angie's tricks or cheered for Dawn to get back up and take her down, but it was hard to argue with the results that Angie got when those results included big naked tits.

Angie held onto the bikini top, sitting across Dawn's back and wrapping it around her neck to pull up and backward. Dawn gasped and gagged, grabbing at the D-cups that dug into her neck and throat. Angie pulled back like a cowgirl with a vengefully gleeful grin on her face, working the choke that had Dawn thrashing helplessly beneath her.

"Got you now, you fat bitch," Angie boasted, but Dawn pulled harder at the bikini top than she could manage. It yanked it away from Angie's grip, clutching it in her own big fist before she swung a headbutt backward, her head smacking into Angie's right tit. Ang yelped and fell awkwardly to one side, holding her breast tenderly while Dawn coughed fresh air into her lungs.

Angie knew she had to take her shots where she could get them, with her size disadvantage, so she rushed at the still rising Dawn to grab hold of arms and pin them over her head. The ref at ringside leaned in enough to slap a single pin count, but Dawn leaned forward a bit, raising her arms up against Angie's to lift her shoulders and break the pin. The crowd shouted excitedly for the comeback of the fan favorite and the continuation of the match. Angie grunted and leaned in further, pressing her chest into Dawn's bigger funbags, but the extra weight just made Dawn's thick arms flex and press back harder. Angie grunted and thrust herself against her bigger opponent, pitting her own weight and gravity against her, but the crowd clapped and chanted Dawn's name as she powered through. Not only did she repel the pin, but Dawn's shaking arms started to push Angie's own arms back.

Angie gasped and panicked, pushing harder a bit before trying to break away, but by then Dawn had a firm grip that locked their fingers together and prevented her escape. Dawn was sweating heavily, but grinning as she outmuscled her smaller opponent to the patrons' uproarious approval.

And Dawn kept going. She pressed further, forcing Ang not only off of her, but backward.

"No! No no!" Angie shouted in outrage, thrashing to try and wriggle free or force her back. She felt utterly powerless as Dawn resisted her like a train,chugging along ceaselessly against her.

Within the minute, Dawn had entirely countered the pin, with the overwhelmed Angie flat on her back with the bigger girl on top. Angie was a mess underneath her, panicking and thrashing with what strength she had left. Dawn grabbed her hands to trap them over her head, with Angie wriggling beneath her. Dawn's soft bare breasts and belly rested on Angie's stomach, with her tits covering Angie's smaller chest like a pair of smothering pillows.

"Hey! Get OFF of me!" Angie grunted femininely, wriggling under her. Dawn had put her weight on her in such a way that she could shake and lift her shoulders and keep from getting pinned, but her hair and body covered in sweat from the constant struggle of resisting.

"Try and make me, princess," Dawn laughed back. She hopped up a bit, slamming her butt down on Angie's stomach and knocking the already limited air out of her. Angie coughed messily under her, splashing some spittle over Dawn's body.

"Don't get your whore germs on my perfect tits, gutter skank," Dawn scolded, giving Angie a heavy-handed smack across the skinny girl's face. Angie looked in a daze as she laid limp under Dawn, letting her get up and grab Ang around the waist. The skinny girl couldn't resist, let alone weight enough to make her really struggle in her efforts to heave Angie up over her shoulder in a fireman carry. Ang's little fists beat at her back limply, powerless to stop her in her state of exhaustion. She had to buy some time to rest and recover.

Instead, Dawn leapt up and slammed Angie head-first into the mat in a loose and improvised piledriver, Ang hitting hard enough to bounce off the mats a few inches before landing in a daze with half-lidded eyes.

Angie's eyes rolled as Dawn crawled around above her head, grinning down at her upside down from Angie's perspective.

"Pretty face can't win any fights, bitch. But these can!"

Dawn cupped her big D cups, to further cheers and shouts from that act alone, but also leaned forward so that her breasts squashed down around Angie's face. The big jugs squished over her nose and mouth, making her heavy breathing terribly hard, and her eyes left gazing up at Angie's soft stomach. She swung her hands at her sides in desperation, but did nothing but make her jiggle, especially the tits she'd crammed into Angie's face. It gave Angie desperate gasps of air, but no real escape and she was still getting lightheaded.

It wasn't enough to put Angie unconscious, but it still kept her dizzy and weakened. And of course, humiliated as the bigger boobs battered her face with each jiggle of Dawn's body. Dawn finally got up, leaving Angie coughing and drooling in a general mess on the mat. Dawn reached down to grab her under her armpits, hoisting her crudely upright.

"Ah, the little girl's sleepy! Can't take a beating like a real woman! Upsie daisy, baby Barbie!" Dawn mocked, to the laughter of the crowd as she won them over even further. Angie could barely stay on her feet on her own right now, stumbling while Dawn held her steady, aimed, and swung her by her arm towards a corner. Angie flailed as she ran and spun out of control, smacking back first into the ringpost with her arms hanging limply over the top ropes for balance. She groaned dizzily, trying to pull herself to her feet again to catch her breath and rub out some of the ache in her muscles. Take the time to teach the fat bitch a lesson and take her down hard enough to leave a dent in the mats.

Instead, Dawn marched up to Ang and grabbed her top right between the cups, yanking the loose string off easily and leaving her just as topless as Dawn. "Thought I'd pay you back for that. Not like you're hiding anything anyway! Haha!" Dawn crowed, throwing the bikini top into the crowd that clamored for the prize like a foul ball.

Angie let go with one arm to try and curl up and cover her chest modestly, apparently too shocked or embarassed to walk around to boldly as Dawn's big proud chest. Dawn grabbed her hand and yanked it away, baring her chest again for the crowd. Their cheers reached another quick peak, then again when Dawn wound up and backhand chopped across Angie's chest as if her little pink nipples were bullseyes. The blow left a bright red streak across her chest, and got a howling scream out of Angie as her tiny tits were crushed into her ribs by the swing.

Angie delicately cradled her chest, curling up a bit and leaning back into the corner moaning in pain. Dawn grabbed her by the hair, Angie squealing and reaching up to claw at her wrist, but Dawn enduring the scratches with grit teeth.

"You ready to give up, you lightweight loser? Ready to kiss my big beautiful ass and call it quits?" Dawn grinned at her.

Angie shook her head sharply, just to stop when the motion made the hairpull worse. "No way, you stupid fucking pig!" she snapped, normally such a sweet girl to friends and customers, but Dawn just always rubbing her the wrong way even before the fight. She suddenly swung a low fist into Dawn's belly, hitting with a meaty smack and a pained grunt out of Dawn. "I swear I'm gonna fuck you up when this is done!" the skinny brunette threatened.

Dawn sucked up the pain with an irritated sneer, swinging her own meaty fist into Angie's belly in reply. Ang gagged and doubled up holding her stomach, bare little breasts hanging as she found that her belly was much smaller and tender, and Dawn's fist bigger and heavier.

Dawn hissed back "Fine by me. I'll turn you into my little chew toy and throw you all over the ring!" The crowd cheered as Dawn paced away, leaving Ang choking in the corner trying to pull herself back upright.

Dawn came charging at her just as she did, flattening the scrawny girl into the corner hard enough to make the elastic ropes creak and getting a huge pop of applause, whistles and cheers out of the audience. Her model's body twisted out of shape as Dawn's big breasts crushed her smaller pair into her ribs at high speed. The closer seats could see their bare chest mold together, with Dawn's jugs outright devouring Angie's mosquito bites with her superior size and weight. Angie's body twitched out of shape trying to make room for her to breathe and avoid being crushed in a trash compacter made of Dawn's body and the padded ringpost.

Dawn pressed into her to see her good and squashed before pulling back a bit, giving Angie a brief flash of relief and breath. However, as they parted, Dawn hooked an arm around her shoulder and another between her skinny legs. The big blond turned around and spun quickly to scoop Angie off her feet, her light weight easy to lift up and then smash back to the mat in a heavy bodyslam, crushing Angie once again, though beneath her this time.

Angie gave a loud, miserable wail of pain as she landed, her back and tenderized belly and tits taking another harsh beating in the process. Her pretty face twisted on the verge of tears as Dawn got to her knees, grinning down at her.

"Wow, that must really hurt!" she said merrily, laughing at the scrawny girl's suffering. "Those girls look swollen enough to pass for A-cups! Guess it did you good to get them out of that training bra of yours!" Further pressing her point, she reached out and wrapped her big hands around Angie's red and swollen breasts and squeezed. Her breasts were small enough for Dawn's hands to grab most of the flesh in them and squash them together, pulling at her chest muscles and mangling her tits between her strong nails and fingers.

"AHHHHHHAHH! STOP! STOOOOP!" Angie whined in agony, writhing wildly in her  grip.

"Try and make me, Tinkerbell!" Dawn went on mocking her size, shaking her by her cruel handfuls of flesh. Angie writhed like a worm and whimpered beneath her, at this point feeling crushed flat and powerless to stop her rampaging, plus-sized opponent.

Dawn rose up, only to stand over Angie's arm and grab her wrist before delivering a sudden hip drop on Angie's arm. The ring shook as her big ass slammed down on the limb, making Angie shriek out and roll trying to grab at her aching elbow, but Dawn's big body preventing her. She weakly beat her free hand against her back, trying to shove the immovable big bitch off of her.

Dawn rose up once more, this time taking Angie with her. She took her by the hair, making her rise but bent double holding her still aching back. Dawn suddenly shoved her bolt upright, making her wince in pain before Dawn made it that much worse, throwing her arms around her and forcing her into a bearhug.

Angie shouted out "NO! NO PLEASE!" before she even felt the pain, knowing what was coming. Dawn still locked her wrists and squeezed tight, mashing Angie's body tightly into hers. Dawn's breasts crushed the brunette's again, and her arms forced her belly to press inward against the more massive body. Her back arched to try and ease the pain of her thick arms wrapping around her and crushing her against Dawn's big body, shaking her like a powerless rag doll in her grip as she screamed out in pain and fear.

"What's the matter!? Got that big mouth of yours back, did you?" Dawn mocked, shaking her again before bouncing up, flexing her arms as her feet stomped down to give an extra shock of force into her back. She bounced along, making her booty jiggle along with their clashing breasts, though making her jugs bounce along with Angie's to further twist and bash around Angie's tits. Lifted completely off the ground, all the scrawny fighter could do was thrash limply and grunt and shout what air and energy she had away.

Dawn kept up the grip, even when Angie had to resort to leaning her head on her and wheezing for air softly, clutched like an exhausted child in her mother's arms (apart from all the horrible back and chest pain, various red and bruised marks on her, and being caked in sweat from her recent beatdown).

"Give yet!?" Dawn barked in her ear, shaking her again bodily to no small amount of jiggling. "Got any more dirty tricks or smartass comments now, skinny little tramp? Or you finally hungry enough to eat those words of yours?!"

Angie weakly nodded, though hardly anyone could tell besides Dawn feeling her head bouncing on her shoulder. She lifted up and dumped angie unceremoniously onto the mats with a sickly splat, arms and legs spread out in a limp and humiliating spread eagle.

Dawn paced around her proudly, savoring and inspecting her defeated foe before raising a thick leg and planting her foot on Angie's crotch. She could barely whimper as she registered the heavy pressured pain, shivering but unable to stop the ref outside the ring counting down (along with the pumped and shouting crowd) for the 5 count.

The bell rang as Dawn flexed her chubby arms for the crowd, posing with her foot on various parts of the motionless Angie's body to let the crowd praise and cheer and take pictures of her clear victory over her hated prey. The ref slid in, handing Dawn her prize before raising her arm in triumph. In her other hand, she held the plastic championship belt (just a token they'd picked up from Wal Mart), and more importantly Angie's pink slip to mark her firing for the loss. The variously tipsy men and even some of the women threw in their tip money into the ring for their topless champ, who ate up the attention to her and her girls. Angie was far too hurt and miserable to really register much of it at the moment.

"Gonna need to make this bigger if it's gonna fit around a real woman," Dawn laughed to the ref, indicating the belt wouldn't fully fit around her waist, getting some more laughs out of the crowd. She'd won them over as regular customers to the pub, cinching their business for some time to come, all of them coming sometimes just to talk and congratulate her, the plus-sized girl who gained a reputation as a local celebrity; the one who had Angie never show her face around the bar again, the one sticking up for big girls and living in campus history as the fighting waitress.

Avril Lavigne vs Ariana

not much to say on this one. returning customer for a celeb fight

The club was electric that night; full of flashing lights and energy from everyone, between the mood, the music and the alcohol. People were even a bit more excited due to the attendants, the club famous for being one of the hottest LA party spots, and so a frequent hangout for various celebrities in the area. Avril Lavigne was one such big name that came to the club often, often addressed by fans and admirers of her music and looks alike. She wore a stylish pink dress that showed off her body without coming off too trashy (if you asked her, of course). She was at least able to minimize the flirts, since she was there with her husband Chad Kroeger at her side.

Of course, they weren't the only big names under the same roof that night. Also at the bar was Ariana, out partying with some of her girlfriends. Ariana went more casual than Avril had, wearing tight jeans and a black t-shirt, matching the look of most of her girls.

The trigger for the whole event finally came when Avril went to the bathroom, leaving her husband to fend for himself at the bar. Seeing the available piece of manmeat (whether or not she knew who he was wish would remain unclear), Ariana excused herself from her friends and made her way down to get friendly with Chad for a while. Naturally, Avril came back before long, and the scene had her seeing red.

"What the hell, bitch!?" Avril exploded at the intruding Ariana as she stormed up to the bar. "The fuck you think you're doing, you little punkass wannabe!? Coming in here like a man-stealing slut!? The fuck you get off?!" She approached the bar and kept walking, giving a light, daring shove into Ariana's chest as she turned to face her. Ariana looked more surprised than afraid, and Avril leaned in to get into her face.

"Alright, back the fuck up and quit your squawking, chicken bitch!" Ariana cut her off sharply, getting right back into Avril's face in return. "Believe me, if I knew the guy had been inside your washed up, unwashed cunt, I wouldn't have gone near him for all the diseases he must be swimming in. Might want to get checked out there, Chad, because when she's out on tour, she sure doesn't get all those crowds of boys with her singing, if you get me."

That seemed to be the tipping point for Avril Lavigne, snapping into a wordless growl and sent a bitchslap flying at Ariana's face. With the huge windup, though, Ariana saw it coming and took a step back, letting Avril's swing go wildly past her face, doing nothing but putting herself off balance. Ariana didn't wait for her to get upright and try again, shooting a fist straight into Avril's belly button.

The self-proclaimed punk queen spat out a squeaking wheeze as the strong suckerpunch perfectly knocked the air from her lungs. Her vision blurred a moment before she fell to her hands and knes, hurt and letting out weak coughing and choking noises as she tried to get her breathing straight again.

People around them backed off and gasped, raising a general ruckus as Ariana went for some payback from the attempted smack. "You wanna go, little dyke?!" she snapped, throwing a sharp kick into Avril's ribs. It got a pained grunt out of her as what little air she'd regained left her again. "That all you got, badass bitch!?" She drew back her leg for another shoe into the ribs when Chad stepped in between the women, getting his bigger body in the way of the swing.

Ariana stopped herself from hitting the man she'd been flirting with moments ago. She tried to feint a way around him, but Chad put out his arms protectively, catching her eye seriously to try and get her to stop. "Fine!" Arianna shouted. "Hide behind your man, you no talent twat! Can't take a punch and can't sing for shit, is that it!? I will fuck you up, Lavigne! You hear me?! FUCK you UP!" She kept shouting trash talk and pelting Avril with insults rather the kicks and punches until her girlfriends finally started to pull her back. She was finally dragged kicking and screaming far enough that Chad was able to turn back to his wife. She was still on the floor near the bar, holding her chest and getting her air back, but dizzy and lightheaded enough that she was having trouble standing.

"It's alright, I've got you," he assured, taking her arm and helping her finally get back on her feet after the single-handed humiliation. People bustled around to make sure that the young star was alright alongside him.

The internet was buzzing with the "news" of their throwdown. Countless blogs, tweets, and online news headlines showed reports along the lines of "Ariana Attacks Avril!" and "Avril Beaten In Celeb Bar Brawl" and "Ariana Found Flirting With Married Man! Read About the Explosive Results!"

It was impossible to disprove the event either. As if all the word of mouth wasn't enough, numerous people got shots of the incident on their smartphones, getting all manner of pics of as many angles. They flooded the net, either getting sold to news sites or posted proudly on social media about their celebrity encounter. Many of them featured Avril down on all fours, some of them with the thrashing or threatening Ariana being dragged or held back.

Avril was asked about the incident on several fronts, and when she was finally asked in a public interview, she couldn't bear to let out that she'd been taken out in one punch and saved by her husband to anyone.

"Like she could ever beat me!? Please! That no-talent loser got me from behind! She gets in a lucky shot when I'm not looking and runs away before I can get my hands on her, and everyone's acting like she's hot shit! If it were a straight-up fight, I'd have kicked that bitch's ass!"

Ariana was fuming at her entire reply. All those lies and insults and challenges wound her up into a swearing fit when she first caught wind of it. She got her agent on the line and with enough shouting, had her own forum for her public reply.

"I can't believe how pathetic you are! All shit  talk when you're miles away from me, but can't do nothing but fall on your ass and hide behind your man! You're lucky they got me off you, or I'd have beat you all over that club. In fact, I'm calling you out! I'll fight you anywhere, any time you want, and I'll still break your fat ass in front of all the witnesses you want!"

Only then did Avril really recognize what she was getting into. Ariana was out for blood and wanted to demolish her reputation as badly as she did her face. Avril just wanted to weasel out of the whole event so that people would forget about it, and she'd just been stoking the flames of Ariana's rage. She needed a way to back out of this.

"Much as I'd love to kick your scrawny bitch ass, some of us still have a career. I've got so much work and appearances, I'm booked for months, so no way I could fit that little pillow fight of yours in to my busy schedule."

And that would be that. Avril had her excuse, and she did have a number of tours, signings and appearances to make her appear as busy as she claimed, and still leave some room for her usual partying on the side. All she had to do was avoid Ariana until she had cooled off.

So long as Ariana let it go, anyway, which was the last thing on her mind. She wasn't about to be brushed off that easily, let alone in such an insulting manner. Ariana stopped by the bar they'd briefly clashed in before, but no one had seen her since the incident. She was intentionally avoiding her, and knowing that Ariana went there as much as she did, Avril was partying somewhere else instead.

Not ready to let her get off that easily, she continued to ask around. Before long, she found one of the high end party clubs in LA where they'd seen Avril the last few nights with her husband. Ariana just grinned and asked to speak with the manager about an unbeatable idea she was about to offer him.

Late in the same week as the initial conflict, Avril was looking to let out some of the pressure she'd been going through. There'd been no sign oof Ariana so far, and no backlash on any media she could find. Chad assured her that she was taking it too seriously, and that it would blow over soon enough.

As they entered the club, a few things were very apparent. There was no one dancing on the floor, most of the people lingering around the bar or various tables. Even then, those people seemed plenty excited to be there, and the place was crowded, even for a Friday night. It would seem that word had gotten out about the reason for the lack of dancing space: a full blown boxing ring set up in the middle of the floor. They gave it some odd looks, but chose to ignore it for now as they headed for the bar itself.

They'd ordered and started on their drinks when they heard a spotlight snap on and shine down on the ring. Avril nearly choked on her drink when she heard Ariana's voice come over a mic as the music died down.

"About time you showed up," Ariana purred into the mic with wicked glee. She paced slowly in one corner, wearing a silver bikini on her slim but shapely body. "I knew you'd try to hide from me. That you'd be too scared to show up anywhere I'd call you out. But now you're here, I'm here, and there's a break in your precious schedule!" She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the ring. "Let's dance, you little punk bitch! I'm ready for you."

The crowd cheered and whistled encouragement for the celeb showdown, Avril going a bit pale as she realized what was happening. She was cornered, and would have to bluff her way out of this fight in person.

"I can't!" Lavigne insisted, waving her hands defensively to the urging crowd and her glaring rival. "I'm dressed for the club, not a fight. I don't have a slutty outfit like you to wrestle in, so you can't expect me to compete like this!"

There were some consenting murmurs from the crowd before Ariana replied. "Guess you're right. You sucked so bad last time in that outfit." This got some laughs from the crowd while Ariana snapped her fingers just over the ring ropes. A girl dressed as a referee handed off something to her, which she threw at Ariana. She caught it and found it to be a gold, glittery bikini in just her size. "So you can wear that. No excuses, right? Oh, and at least use the changing room out back. No matter how much you want it, nobody wants to see your fat ass naked."

Ariana blushed and frowned at her angrily, but made her way backstage. This many witnesses and a fair and open challenge, she couldn't let herself be seen backing down.

Soon enough, both women were in the ring and in their bikinis, getting all manner of catcalls and cheers for their looks. Avril decided that her only chance was to act on Ariana's strategy from last time; hit her dirty and early, slow her down so she can capitalize for the rest of the match. One of the club's staff rang a bell to cue them to start. There was no real ending point determined before the match, but Ariana was sure it would be obvious when she was finished with her.

Avril came out quickly, light on her feet rather than blindly charging in like last time. She was playing it more tactically, or cowardly by some points of view. She made sure to move in quicker than Ariana, then throw in a punch as fast as she saw an opening. Ariana blocked the paler girl's punch and leaned back from it expertly, then dodged her upper body back as a second wild swing missed her. Avril felt like she had Ariana on the run, smiling a bit more confidently when she was on the offensive end of things.

"Can't run forever, Ari," she teased. "You made your bed, now you sleep in it."

"I heard you do ANYTHING but sleep in bed," Ariana shot back, and right when Avril's lips twisted in a sneer at the comment, Arian threw a slap that cracked across the distracted, twisting face. It shocked Avril a moment as Arian gave a boastful "HA!" at her expense, just succeeding in getting her angrier and more aggressive. Avril's punches kept coming up short, pursuing Ariana as she practically danced around the ring, eluding her.

She finally worked Ariana into a corner, the tanner of the songstresses seeming to realize she was trapped. Avril saw her opening and lunged in with a hard straight, but Ariana still saw it a mile away and ducked down and to one side, letting her fist thump right into the pads of the ringpost behind her. “AH!” Avril gave a sharp cry, clutching her hand and leaving herself wide open for Ariana to step in behind her, grabbing her hair and throwing several sharp blows under her ribs and into her sides. Avril grunted loudly from the blows, grabbing at the ropes as she leaned forward and kicking back, trying to drive off Ariana but just getting tangled in her legs. She was only now starting to realize just how tired out she was getting, all those missed blows and chasing the fleet-footed Ariana starting to weigh down her limbs ever so slightly. She had to fight back harder and faster, and it was all going to be uphill at this rate.

Avril gave a sharp shove in Ariana's chest, launching herself away from her opponent while Ariana hardly budged, both girls jiggling a bit from the push.

"What's the matter? Too soft around the middle to take a punch?" Ariana mocked, working up the crowd to her side as she grinned impishly at Avril. The words stung Avril along with her throbbing ribs, trying to move in and fake out Ariana with her left before throwing a big uppercut at her jaw. Ariana was still quick enough to shove the left away before dodging around the right, leaving Avril wide open for a one-two set of fists across the face. Her eyes rolled briefly as she was dumbstruck, falling dizzily flat on the mat.

"Wow, out with what, five punches? REAL badass, Lavigne!" Ariana boasted to the crowd. Avril rubbing her jaw and moaned as she started to push herself up to her elbows, but Ariana wasn't about to let her lounge around, and there was no Chad to stop her now. She stepped on top of her back, getting a quick cry from Avril as she used her as a doormat. Ariana dug her bare heels into her spine a bit before she started stomping up and down, getting a long pained scream from Avril. It got some cheers from the crowd, and some laughs as Avril's drawn out screaming vibrated from the rapid trampling Ariana gave her.

"It's like you’ve got built in auto tune! Still sounds better than your actual singing!" Ariana mocked, finally stepping off to leave Avril moaning and holding her largely bared back. Avril staggered up slowly, her curvy young body apparently not built to take a lot of damage and keep on ticking. She pushed herself back to all fours, and by the looks of it only achieved this by Ariana posing and parading around the ring. She forced herself back to her feet, Ariana’s backers shouting warnings for her but she didn’t need them, since Avril

"It's like built in autotune! Still sounds better than your actual singing!" Ariana mocked, finally stepping off to leave Avril moaning and holding her largely bared back. Avril staggered up slowly, her curvy young body apparently not built to take a lot of damage and keep on ticking. She pushed herself back to all fours, and by the looks of it only achieved this by Ariana posing and parading around the ring. She forced herself back to her feet, Ariana’s backers shouting warnings for her but she didn’t need them, since Avril looked a bit punch drunk and unsteady on her feet as exhaustion was taking its toll.

Ariana still turned back with a wiggle of her hips for the crowd (which hooted in approval back) on her way back towards Avril. She stretched her fingers lazily, giving Avril time to bring her arms up in a clumsy defense... only for Ariana to proceed as if she didn't even notice and shoot her fist right through her guard. Avril got clocked in the nose and staggered, letting Ariana march after her, winding up and swinging a hammer blow into her gut and knocking the wind right out of her, just like at the club scene that started it all.

"Jeez, fatass! Winded again? You're really getting out of shape, you lazy little cunt!" Ariana taunted fearlessly as Avril hugged her stomach and bent over, coughing pathetically. "Well at least we figured out a way to shut you up!"

Avril backed away, waving a hand as she wheezed for air. "Wait... no, please! Time out! Can't breathe!" Ariana stopped following her, holding up her hands in a sign of stopping, smiling derisively before she swung the open hand to smack Avril across the face with a loud, crowd-stunning slap. Avril spun all entirely backward from the slap, dizzy and light on her feet as she turned around again, punching wildly at Ariana's chest. Ariana held up her hands again, this time show the crowd that Avril was so punch drunk and desperate, that she didn't even have to dodge to avoid her blow, letting her miss and hit nothing but air.

"That your plan, you teenage has-been?" Arian mocked, grabbing her by the hair firmly and getting a pained whine out of Avril. "Knock me out with your stink alone?!" Avril pulled at Ariana's hands and tried retreating, but the grip along was stronger than she was, and she was dragged around the ring by her hair, forced to bend double to minimize the agony in her scalp. When she felt like she had enough space, Ariana yanked harder and spun around, whipping Avril after her with a pained scream, bare feet scrambling just to remain standing. Ariana got a few full rotations before she swung extra hard and then let go, actually getting Avril airborne as she tripped over her feet at the sudden stop. She stopped even more suddenly as she crashed down tits first into the mat, bouncing once completely off the mat before landing in a heap in her corner.

"10 point landing!" Ariana cheered loudly. The crowd was eating it up, apart from a few diehard fans of Avril's and of course, Chad, fretting at ringside. "Baby, stay down," Chad urged at ringside, banging a palm on the mat to try and get her attention over the booming crowd.

"Come on, get up! I know I kick ass, but gotta give em a show! Oh wait, I forgot you're a fucking awful entertainer!"

Avril crawled on her hands and knees for the ropes, trying to drag herself up as one hand held onto her aching breasts.

"Quit feeling yourself up and fight, fatass!" Ariana snapped, sending a barefooted kick into Avril's ass to send her stumbling back off balance, arms and head resting on the middle rope in a dazed mess, her clearly battered and dazed face painfully close to her fans and husband. "See what you get when you mess with perfection, bitch!?" Ariana laughed as the crowd got a good look at her handiwork. "This how you do when you can't run or lie your way out of trouble, you stupid litte shitrag! Surprised you didn't have a heart attack with all that clumsy elephant stomping around on stage you call dancing!"

Ariana send a kick to Avril's lower back, getting her to scream in front of the crowd and grab onto the ropes, desperately trying to get back up but her feet slipping out from under her. Ariana gave her a few more stomps before grabbing her by the bare feet, trying to drag her away from the ropes but Avril wrapping her arms around the chords to try and hug onto them for dear life.

"No! Don't! Let go! STOOOOOP!" Avril wailed as she was stretched out by the pull on her legs, putting more pressure on her aching arms and her ass starting to show to the laughing crowd as her legs were stretched and spread by the pull and her pathetic position.

"So you got the energy to bitch, but not fight back, huh? Guess you're as much a fraidy cat as you are a big-mouthed weakling!" Ariana leaned back sharply enough to make herself stumble a few steps, but finally pulling so hard that Avril snapped off the ropes. Gravity took over from there and made her crash on her face with a husky grunt, whimpering and holding her aching face. Chad seemed unable to take it anymore, leaving ringside to head for the bar.

Ariana laughed at her foe's pitiful state, crouching down by her head and yanking up on her hair to make her face her. "God, you have no idea how pathetic you look right now," she growled with her wicked grin right in Avril's face. She motioned with a wave of her fingers at her dizzied foe. "Come on. I'll prove it. Free shot, right here."

Avril took a moment to register this, then another just to muster her strength. Her few remaining backers cheered her on to take it, and crush her with a comeback, Avril finally clenching a fist and swinging it to smack across Ariana's face. It bounced back a bit, but she stayed standing (or squatting, as it were) and her head snapped back. The anger on her face made Avril's soft stomach sink and her swelling face wince in immediate fear of the pain to come.

"Had to go for the face, huh you little piggy!?" Ariana growled, winding up a fist when she heard something beside her. She looked down to see a towel at her side, then up to see Chad leaning under the ropes. He'd run off, but only to grab a spare rag from the bartender and throw the towel in for his girl. "There. Let her go. She's done! Stop the fight." he insisted firmly, almost a threatening tone to it.

Ariana looked between him, the towel, and his powerless lover, then smiled wide once again, laughing at his stern face. "Thanks for that, asshole! Now I've got a new toy for my toy!" She unwrapped the towel, wrapping it around Avril's neck and tying a crude knot. Avril clawed at it weakly, but the towel her husband had picked out too thick and firm to undo quickly. Ariana pulled on it hard, making Avril gag and her tongue roll out, eyes bugging and coughing and drooling over the rag. "You can thank your boy for this part!" Ariana laughed at the choking girl. "You picked a real keeper, smart guy like that! See how GOOD a job he did!?" She yanked on the towel harder, Avril's face turning a nasty shade of red as Ariana started walking away from her, letting the knot grow tighter with their distance. Avril had to let go of the towel just to crawl on all fours closer to her, giving Ariana just what she'd wanted; a crowd of flashing camera phones watching her strut around the ring in her shiny bikini, Avril Lavigne forced to crawl behind her like a dog on a leash or suffer further pain and loss of air.

"Come on, get up! I know I kick ass, but you gotta give em a show! Oh wait, I forgot you're a fucking awful entertainer!" Ariana spit derisively on the downed entertainer, but Avril was so sore and humiliated, curled up holding her chest, that she couldn't even tell.

"Look who's the new slutty bitch around town, everybody!" Arian laughed as she showed off her freshest victim, too weak and slow and beaten silly to stop her. "Thought she could beat the hottest piece of ass in town, and this is where you end up! A broken, pathetic little slut!" She ranted as she made a full lap around the ring, Avril finally getting a moment to loosen her "collar" and plead out, tears in her eyes and saliva backed up in her throat.

"Please... stop it! I can't take it... god, stop, I hurt so baaad!" She didn't care that she sounded like a distressed child, she couldn't stand another second of the beatdown.

"For a chick with no stamina, you really never shut up!" Ariana yanked up on the towel, forcing Avril to stumble to her feet. Ariana removed it roughly and shoved Avril into a corner, shuddering as her back hit the ringpost with a thump. Her body instinctively settled back against the ropes and turnbuckles for a moment's rest, only to be interrupted by a huge, echoing smack as Ariana wound up and buried a fist in her belly. Her fat rippled over her skin as her mouth and eyes fell wide open, her body rocking against the corner and going utterly limp, her propped up arms all that kept her standing. It was enough to seal that she wanted to quit instantly, gagging for air as it felt like Ariana had punched clean through her stomach and hit the ringpost instead. Her entire stomach and even her back exploded in agony and felt like it wouldn't stop throbbing all night.

"Damn, that felt good! For me, of course. All that soft flab around that gut makes it great for punching!"

And then she hit her again. And again, and again, each punch drawing out a huge scream from Avril, Arian grinding her fist into her each time to ruin the performer's bruised flesh even further.

"You make me feel like such an artist, painting you black and blue! Gorgeous and talented! You're lucky you've got such a queen diva to beat the shit out of you rather than some random gutter trash like you usually hang out with, or some tasteless fan of your music! Not like all those smart cuties who listen to EM."

Avril's pale skin was a big purple-red stain where Ariana kept winding up and delivering her full force fists like a speeding truck into her gut. Avril was so paralyzed with overloading pain she never managed to move from that spot.

As Ariana rubbed her knuckles and smirked at her work, reading a fifth belly buster, Avril managed to get her sobs and wheezing breaths under control enough to cry out.

"Chaaaad! Please! He- help me!" she pleaded, eyes tearing and sputtering as the beating to her abs made even breathing hurt. Her stomach felt like it was in so much pain that it had popped inside her. "My sto- my stomach, Chad! She's killing me! I can't breathe! Hurts so fucking bad! I... I can't... can't walk..."

Her legs fumbled awkwardly underneath her, exagerating her condition, perhaps, but still looking an awful mess. Chad couldn't risk her life over her stupid bet. At her pleading, he climbed up onto the ring apron and started to pull apart the ropes.

Ariana whipped around to face him, staring daggers at the interfering husband before he could step foot into the ring. "Watch it, bitchboy!" she shouted, aiming a warning finger at him. "You step one foot in this ring and I'll tear this bitch wide open. I'll let everyone here see her slutty body, from her sagging tits to her fat ass to her diseased sluthole! Everyone will see the ugly little shit you call a wife that you fuck every night like a whore!"

Chad hesitated on the apron, getting some boos and "do it!" shouts, but relented as he dropped back to the floor of the club, getting cheers as it signaled the beating to continue without Chad to interfere. Avril was still a rag doll in her corner, glassy-eyed and drooling as she touched her swelling lip and rubbed her sensitive stomach.

Ariana smirked at the retreating Chad proudly, then turned to take hold of Avril again. She wrapped a hand around her throat, pushing her back against the corner once again as she raised a clenched fist. "Time to finish you, wannabe. You AND your career. Where to start... black eye, split lip... maybe put some teeth out..." She touched her fist lightly against the locations as she suggested them, as if sizing up where to put her fist exactly. "Or just work on your head til I start busting your skull in..."

Avril just shook her head, sobbing and crying openly in the face of her stronger adversary. "Please... no..." she choked out. "I'm sorry I said all that shit. I'll never bother you again. Don't kill me, please! Don't hurt me anymore! I'm hurt so bad... I need a doctor!"

"You need to shut the fuck up, you ugly little cunt!" Ariana shouted at her, shaking her by the neck forcefully. "I'm tired of your shit, and you're not getting away with this one! You act like such a spoiled little princess, when you're just a fucking useless whore!" Ariana wound up her fist, her arm visibly tensing as she clenched her muscles into her heaviest swing he had aimed for her face. "Say good night, fugly!!"

Ariana suddenly froze, confused as she felt something against her feet. She almost expected to see Chad, or maybe him throwing something else into the ring, but she shifted her feet and felt something fluid. She looked down and saw a growing puddle, scanning its source before seeing that it was coming from Avril. She was frozen in fear against the ringpost, eyes wide and looking paralyzed as her instincts kicked in and focused on pissing herself in fright.

Ariana couldn't help but smile, and that smile grew into a hysterical laugh, stepping back and pointing out the pissy mess on the ring mat, letting the rest of the world see what was happening.

"OMG! You're actually pissing your panties!!" Ariana cackled loudly, the rest of the crowd laughing and jeering as more cameras caught the event on film and started uploading it instantly to the web. Chad could only blush and try to look away, no chance of stopping all the cameras in this big of a crowd.

"Fuck, I knew your singing was shit, but I guess it was PISS all along!" Ariana cackled louder, holding her stomach with laughter rather than pain, like Avril. "Is that how you get your man off, skank?! Wet yourself like a baby and pretend you're squirting!?" She stepped closer to Avril to give her a derisive shove, Avril stumbling but cowering in the corner fearfully, still unwilling to fight back after this new level of humiliation killing her pride and any will she had left to resist.

"Well!" Ariana bumped her fist lazily against Avril's chin, as if a friendly welcome rather than the power blows she'd been hitting her with. Avril still winced away, from how sensitive the blows had made her face. "Looks like you didn't NEED my help to ruin your career after that one! You did a real bang-up job all by your bedwetting self!" She gave her a firm pat on the cheek before suddenly smashing her foot up, tagging Avril right in her bruised lump of a gut.

"UGHHK!" Avril gave one more sickly gag, Ariana stepping back to let her collapse into the ring, landing in a shivering mess in the middle of her own pool of urine, sobbing and twitching as it smeared over her skin. Ariana ignored her all the same, going to the ropes nearby. She smirked briefly over at Chad before motioning to her friends, one of them passing her cell phone off to her. She aimed it at her, walking around Avril to catch her destruction and humiliation from every angle. She knelt down in front of her, outside the reach of the urine, posing in her bikini and arching her back to thrust out her hips and chest proudly. She pouted up her lips and made sure the camera could still see who it was and her weeping face stained with her own juices. Then she snapped a selfie.

She flicked at her phone to load it to Twitter in front of the cheering crowd, all of whom would see the picture uploaded later under the title "When you mess with Ariana Grande..." (#pissbitch). Content with that, she tucked the phone into her cleavage and stood with a foot mounted on Avril's chest, flattening her soft and jiggling boobs while waving for the crowd to join in counting her out with a 1-2-3 for the pin.

"1! 2! ...3!!!" The bell rang again over the speakers, blasting some of Ariana's music overhead as she took her time striking sexy and cocky poses over her enemy for the hundreds of flashing cameras. She finally gives the motionless, miserable Avril the finger with both hands before turning sharply and marching outside the ring. "Go ahead," she said without even looking up at Chad as she addressed him. "You can go be a man for once and save your wimpy wife." She didn't even look back at his shocked reaction as she left to get changed, making her way through the throng of adoring fans that had seen her pay back Avril Lavigne by ruining her life.