It was all the buzz around the studios. Everyone in the business knew that they were dropping Megan Fox for Rosie Whiteley, and Megan was not taking it quietly.
"This is bullshit!" she insisted furiously, storming onto the set. Rosie was already there, watching Megan warily but still just drinking occasionally from her water bottle. Megan pointed accusingly at the small gathering of writers and producers behind the cameras. "You're going to take this ugly fucking blonde over me?! Are you fucking nuts!? At least I know how to do an action scene!" The writers winced. Clearly this would get ugly.
"You want an action scene, you bitch?" Rosie took the brunette by the shoulder, spinning her around and throwing the remains of her water bottle into Megan's face. With it splashed over the original star's chest and top, she snarled and grabbed Rosie by the hair. The crew was quick to grab the pair of brawling starlets and pull them apart, but they kept throwing fists and insults across the empty space between them. It was obvious that this wouldn't blow over easily, and they needed a solution. When some of the cameramen and co-stars started calling to let them fight, the girls were pulled outside while the producers talked it over.
The setup was simple; the women would fight it out in front of a small group of the writers and producers. The winner stayed in the movie, while the loser got cut. Both of them remained confident in their ability to take out their rival star. They each showed up in the small studio, wearing tight yoga pants and a sports bra each for the fight for their careers. The two women were called over onto the mats that had been laid out for them, stepping forward with their bitter eyes locked.
"You're going down, bitch. This is my turf," Megan growled. She was still striding closer when Whiteley suddenly smacked her across the mouth.
"Maybe start winning before you shit talk, cunt," Rosie hissed at her, taking hold of Megan's hair and yanking her head down. Megan screamed in pain, only to start grunting when Rosie started slamming her knee upward into her tits. Megan finally caught the British brawler by her leg, pulling on it while pushing her shoulder forward. It drove them both down to the mats where Megan was able to start throwing some wide, wild punches at Rosie's head.
The blonde raised her arms to protect her face, but took a few grazing hits all the same. She shifted her attention lower as she looped her long legs around Megan's waist and squeezed her thighs together. Fox let out a startled shout as her belly was crushed between Rosie's legs, leaving her hands still free to deflect Megan's own attempt at an attack.
Megan stopped her assault on Rosie's face to redirect her hands towards her legs. She clawed and beat on the blonde's flexing thighs and knees until Rosie finally released the hold. Fox took in a deep breath once her body was freed, but Rosie only pulled back enough to send a double kick into her breasts while lying on her back. Megan was knocked back onto her ass, grunting as she clutched her chest and off-center sports bra.
Rosie got to her feet and advanced on her foe, but Megan Fox threw a punch for her belly. The blonde grunted and doubled over a bit and Megan went to deliver another blow to her toned tummy. Rosie saw this one coming and caught her by the arm, pushing it aside and using the leverage to knock Megan over onto her stomach. Rosie was quick to mount the back of the struggling star, grabbing both of her wrists from the rear and pushing them down. Megan growled and screamed at her, thrashing around but unable to throw her off.
"Get your fat ass off me!" Megan snapped, unable to back up her words with any real attack to speak of.
"Not a great choice of words when I'm right on top of you," Rosie said with a smirk. She grabbed Megan by the arms and leaned back, bending the limbs around backward at a painful angle. The painful pull not only drew screams from Megan, but forced Megan's upper body to bend upward. It forced her back to arch at a painful angle, with Rosie's bodyweight pushing down on her lower back only making things worse.
"Give it up!" Rosie demanded, giving another hard pull that shot pain through Megan's arm and into her sockets, all while wrenching on her back.
"No! Noooo!" Megan ranted, her voice twisting with anger and agony.
"Suit yourself. You just get to hurt for longer!" Rosie slid her ass further up Megan's pained and sweaty back until her legs draped over the aching shoulders. Rosie finally released Megan's arms, only for the downed celeb to realize that her blonde nemesis was sitting on the back of her head. Fox was grabbed by her hair, lifting her chin off the mats so her pained and sweating face was forced to look up at the writers.
"Let's show them the pretty face they'll be missing on T3," Rosie boasted as she started to steadily squeeze her legs around Megan's neck. The brunette soon gagged and sputtered, drooling over the mats pitifully as she grabbed at the ground in front of her, trying to pull herself free. Megan beat her fists on her opponent’s crushing grip, leaving shallow scratches along her perfect skin but she refused to let go. Rosie pulled up on her scissor victim's hair, forcing her head to stay up and deep into the V of her legs.
Megan coughed and groaned, her face turning red in between the long and powerful legs of her opponent. She couldn't believe how bad things had gotten from just defending her ego and career. She should have been able to bring down the British bitch in no time.
Instead, Rosie got to her feet and dragged Megan around by her hair. The brunette staggered along on all fours after her, struggling just to keep air in her lungs. The blonde brought her to the middle of the mats, well in view of the witnessing staff. "Ready for one more wild ride, you bratty little bitch?" Rosie threatened as she forced Megan to rise to her feet. The choked out actress leaned into Rosie weakly, allowing her to grab the listless Megan and drop to one knee. She shoved Megan over backward in an improvised backbreaker, dropping her upper back right across her extended knee.
Megan screamed in pain, her spine already aching from the rough treatment throughout the fight. Rosie grabbed her by her sports bra, holding her in place and wailing on Megan's stomach. The brunette flopped in place across her knee, driving her back into her foe's thigh and bruising up her belly. All the bouncing popped her breasts out of her sports bra, and soon Rosie had no problem throwing it away. Megan was bent across her knee in almost a C-shape by that point, so keeping her steady while her fist drove her into her belly was no problem.
With little more than a sweat from the workout on her new punching bag, Rosie grabbed Fox by the hair and lifted her up into a loose sitting position. "So you had enough?" Rosie offered, raising her fist with her free hand. "Or do you still think I'm not the action movie type?"
Megan shook her head dizzily. "No..." she groaned weakly. "No... stop. You win."
Rosie smiled as if hearing that was better than hearing she'd gotten the role. "Oh, I'm not stopping. I think you've got one more role to play in this little show."
Rosie dumped Megan onto the mats, letting her sweaty and bruised form flop limply against them. The blonde went over to her and grabbed the waist of her yoga pants. Megan squirmed weakly in a form of protest more than resistance, allowing her blonde rival to pull down her bottoms in one long, smooth pull. Megan was left in her panties, but even her underwear didn't last long as Rosie went back for those. She left Megan naked in the middle of the room while the writers and producers started snapping off pictures of the humiliated actress. Even then, that wasn't the end of it.
Rosie straddled Megan's body, the witless starlet putting up no resistance whatsoever. Rosie shamelessly grabbed one of the brunette's tits and started fondling her, bouncing her breast and roughly flicking her nipple with her thumb. Megan moaned uncontrollably, squirming in a helpless attempt to escape her tormentor. "Don't go yet. It's time for you to do a little trick for all your fans. Hope you're ready slut... not that it'll make me stop if you're not."
Megan let out a loud cry as Rosie plunged her fingers into Megan's pussy. It wasn't especially painful, but Megan hated how easily her body accepted her hated nemesis' touch. She was wet and her thighs spread easily with a quick push from the Brit's hand, dividing her attention between teasing Megan's breasts and pussy.
"Go ahead and cum, you little whore. You know you love it," Rosie mocked, pinching and pulling on one of Megan's nipples. She let out another long wail, shuddering as it was only made worse by the blonde finding her clitoris. Megan gave a loud and lusty moan, Rosie grinning wickedly as she focused on fingering Megan's hidden weak spot.
"There you go. That got you purring, eh, kitten?" Rosie laughed mockingly as she moved beside Megan, She kept toying with her tits and pussy, but it left the snapping cell phones to catch better pictures of her whole body. Her spread legs, her beaten belly, and especially her teary-eyed face as proof of who it was. Megan kicked and squirmed pathetically, looking more like she was throwing a tantrum than truly trying to escape. Megan's toes curled as her body shuddered, involuntarily humping against Huntington's fingers. "Look at her go!" laughed the blonde. "Go for it, bitch! Everyone's waiting! You're dripping wet already, you little slut, so why don't you just...?"
Megan Fox let out another long wail, louder and harder than the rest as she orgasmed in front of the flashing camera phones. Rosie kept pumping, forcing her pussy to squirt just to get around her roughly pressing fingers. Megan sobbed and shivered as her juices sprayed over the mats, finally collapsing against Rosie's lap. The British blonde laughed as she pushed Megan off flat onto the mats. "Told you she loved it! I'm sure she'll thank you for this opportunity later. But first, I think her mouth's going to be busy for a while."
Rosie stood up over Megan, stripping off her pants and leaving herself in just her thong. Megan shivered again, but it was a mix of dread and aftershocks from her bitter but mindblowing orgasm. Rosie settled her crotch on Megan's face, pulling aside the front of her elastic thong to mash her bare pussy into her face. Megan sputtered and tried to tilt her head again, but the blonde just grabbed her by the hair to hold her steady. "Keep squirming," she encouraged. "It makes you feel like an ugly vibrator."
Megan's miserable moans did send shivers up Rosie's spine as she started grinding her privates over her beaten foe's face. No matter how she wriggled, Rosie kept dragging her wet pussy and sweaty thighs along her lovely features. Megan gave a soft gag when Rosie planted her pussy on top of her mouth, her bush pressed into the brunette's nose while her mouth was full of the victorious woman's twat.
At first she refused to eat her out. It didn't exactly keep the taste out of Megan's mouth, and it didn't prevent the overpowering musk of Rosie's privates out of her nose, but it was some small corner of her pride she could hold onto. It never stopped Rosie from humping her face, though, smearing her wet sex over her as she whimpered and squirmed. She slapped and pushed at the British actress' thighs, trying to escape her humiliating punishment, but it hardly even slowed her down.
Rosie started to breathe more heavily and play with her breasts under her top. The onlooking crowd and crew whistled and cheered for her sexual punishment until Megan realized she had no way out of this but through it. Rosie was not going to stop until she came on her face, so she might as well make it as quick as possible. She opened her mouth, gagging briefly at the direct taste of her hated foe's pussy before she stuck out her tongue, feeling it slide against Rosie's clit. The fleshy tip was firm to the touch and the contact revolted Megan, but she forced herself to proceed with her submissive cunnilingus. If licking her pussy meant ending it faster and leaving this awful scene behind her, so be it.
"That's it... do it, you dirty little dyke. Clean my better pussy." Rosie seemed well-aware of Megan's surrender into her pathetic state, licking and sucking pathetically beneath her. Her lips and tongue kept brushing against Rosie's snatch until her legs tensed around her. Rosie grunted loudly and gave a few hard humps against Megan's face, squirting all over her face and hair. Megan choked and sputtered as the writers whistled and cheered for the big finish. Rosie stood up, her legs faltering a moment but clearly looking in better shape than Megan did. Her back ached, her pussy throbbed, and her head spun from smelling nothing but her opponent's messy cunt for several painful minutes.
"You better stay off my set if you know what's good for you," Rosie warned callously, grabbing her clothes and strutting back towards her dressing room.
The tabloids for the next day would be flooded with the various pics, selfies, and cameraphone footage of Megan's humiliating beating, making it more than clear who they'd decided to go with for the third movie.
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