Aspiring CNBC power anchor but really just a 30 second glorified script reader Seema Mody (on the right in the pic) was happy to be back in Mumbai. She'd endured a harrowing few months in the US, reporting on increased market volatility and increased female competition behind the scenes. She'd tussled with Kayla Tausche, Mandy Drury, Melissa Lee and Jackie D'Angelis with mixed results. Her last fight with Jackie left her weakened and vulnerable so a trip back to the mother country would hopefully return her confidence.
On today's agenda was brunch with long time friend and fellow aspiring journalist Raja. (on the left in the pic) Seema couldn't help but feel that Raja was a little jealous of her new success in the US but that wouldn't come between them...or would it?
Raja was already waiting in front of the brunch location and her patience was wearing thin. Ever since Seema left for the US she's been acting like she's all that, or so Raja thought. She should have been the one selected to work at CNBC18 in India, she should be trying to sleep with Larry Kudlow and she should be the one fighting off the aggression of other cnbc harpies.
But it was Seema, precious Seema who was promoted and edged her out for that internship several years ago.
Oh look, here she is.
"I wasn't sure if you were arriving in US time or local time. Where is your driver big TV star?" Raja cattily commented. Seema was a little surprised by the remarks but played it off as friendly jesting.
"Oh, you know...I see you walked here from your village?" Seema replied, thinking she too could playfully insult her friend who still worked for a local, extremely local TV news station.
Raja upped the dialogue by moving on to the insulting of physical attributes.
"Nice dress Seema...for a TV slut."
Seema was startled by the turn to the language gutter and lobbed back with "Well Raja, I can hardly see you down there little girl...Shorty has to wear very high heels , isn't that so?"
By now the two frenemies were inching closing to each other, to the point where an accidental hand gesture could be interpreted as a sign of aggression.
The street was quite empty for a Sunday morning so pedestrian traffic was limited. The exchange continued...
"Who did you have to fuck for that bag Seema, Jim Cramer?" For while Raja was indeed shorter than Seema, her comments quite biting. "Let me see" she continued, trying to grab a hold of Seema's luxury brand bag.
Seema pulled back, shuffling her arms while trying to move the bag back and inadvertently (or intentionally?) smacking Raja's head with the bag in question.
"Raja, I'm sorry" Seema began but Raja didn't hear that for she had already rammed into Seema, taking her down onto the dirty floor.
And that made logical sense from a height perspective as Raja had to bring her opponent down to the floor to neutralize her height advantage.
Wasting no time, Raja smacked Seema's glasses off and unleashed her pent up jealousy and rage.
"You are nothing but a bitch Seema, a fucking bitch who should not have come back here! Do you hear me!!" Raja screamed as Seema recoiled under the barrage of slaps.
Seema was no pushover and with a firm kick of her leg, connected her shoe into Raja's midsection, forcing the poor girl off her and sending her cringing in pain.
Rolling over, Seema used her left arm to violently rain down upon Raja's necklace, disintegrating her pearls onto the street. Moving on top of Raja, Seema supported her bigger body atop the smaller girl and quickly eyed her low cut dress.
"Nice dress Raja...too bad it's made of such cheap material." With a pull and rip, Seema had exposed Raja's B cup black bra. All Raja could do was squirm and try and kick her way out of this compromising position.
"Let's take a look...oh, still the same size as in college? Poor little girl" Seema taunted as she viciously tugged at Raja's bra, forcing the boobs to come loose and lack any kind of protection.
Cupping them with her hands, Seema tightened her grip and used her nails to apply ample pressure. By now Raja was on the point of tears but her jealousy and rage was not over yet.
An unexpected head butt shocked Seema and gave Raja the time she needed to recover her composure...and do her best to humiliate Seema.
She didn't care that she was now bare breasted on a Mumbai street. all she cared about was returning the favor and then some.
"What , did you get implants Seema? To resemble a fat american cow that you are becoming?" So Raja exclaimed as she kicked Seema in the knees, forcing the CNBC anchor back down on the ground.
A powerful whack of an elbow to Seema's rib cage followed and then a firm pull of her hair. "This dress has to come off you know" Raja continued, "so I can show the world what a slut you really are."
And so Raja did her best to rip away at Seema's new designer dress, startign with a small sliver that eventually succumbed to Raja's pulls. Seema tried to resist but the efforts were futile. Stripped down to her white bra and panties, Seema grew increasingly angry and prayed that the papparazi weren't nearby.
Throwing her head face into a puddle of dirty water, Raja kicked Seema's back and went for the ultimate panty removal.
Seema could feel Raja's talons along her waist, showing no mercy as the white panty was now gone.
Twirling it around, Raja said "You must be used to this position on the set of CNBC."
Insulted and now nearly nude, Seema started to cry. Not letting her emotions get her entirely down, she thought back to the fights of the past and wasn't going to let Raja have her way.
Seema voluntarily took off her bra and threw it at Raja. "You want this too? Go ahead, have it. I have the better body and brains than you and I always will." Feeling confident, she stood upright and showed off her spectacular nude body. Raja wasn't buying it.
"So you took off your bra. Big woman." and immediately reached for Seema's nipples and twisted upon contact.
Flinching in pain, Seema lowered her arms to try and repel the attack or at least inflict the same torture on Raja. She managed to pull down entirely Raja's bra and pinched away.
Raja couldn't let Seema's height advantage work here so she kicked her in the shins, while holding onto her tits and the two of them eventually settled on the ground, on their knees.
Each hand held an orb, tighter and tighter until someone had to give.
But who? Who woudl give and admit that the other was a better woman?
Screaming in pain, Seema let go and recoiled but did this as a diversionary tactic. In a split second where Raja felt relief, Seema smacked her as hard as she could in the face and sent her plummeting to the floor.
She then reached back for Raja's tits but pulled them, as if she were going to try and lead her by them across the street. Stretched to near oblivion, Raja tried to hold out as her tits were like putty in Seema's hands.
"Do you give you fucking bitch?" Seema asked furiously.
Dragging her through the dirt by the tits, Seema realized a crowd of spectators had gathered. The once empty street was now filled with mostly men admiring the dirty duel.
Fueled by the spectators, Seema showed no mercy and rubbed Raja's face directly into the putrid water. A firm kick of her ass followed and then a terminal collapse flat on her belly-- Raja was done.
Seema yelled to the crowd, "Does any one else have a problem with me?"
Arching her back and showing off her naked body, Seema was proud, proud to be bakc in Mumbai and proud to have beaten this bitch.
