Leighton Meester v. Kristen Stewart
The brutality of the tournament was almost over, and with the knowledge that Megan Fox (well, what’s left of her, anyway) has advanced to the finals, it was now necessary to find out who her opponent would be.
Kristen Stewart has had a rough tournament, having suffered two very bad losses at the hands of Elisha Cuthbert and Olivia Wilde. Her opponent, Leighton Meester, has probably had it worse. In the first round, Leighton was thrashed by Katherine Heigl. In her second match against Rachel Bilson, Meester was double-teamed by Kat and Jessica Biel, as the two juggernauts used her as their own sexual plaything.
Neither girl wanted to fight anymore. Kristen’s body was sore from all of the abuse, and the torment that Leighton endured has pushed her to the breaking point. The thought of fighting again was the furthest from their minds. Sadly, they would have to fight at least one more time.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final match of the third round of the Survival of the Weakest Tournament. Introducing first, Kristen Stewart.” Kristen walked through the curtain in her black bikini, looking wearier than ever as she slowly approached the ring. Stewart kept shaking her head as she stepped through the ropes, hoping that this would be the round where she would finally win and be done with this nonsense.
“And her opponent, Leighton Meester.” Meester was sticking with the bright pink bikini, despite the fact that every time she’s worn it, she’s wound up flat on her back with a face full of pussy. Apparently, during her last match, the displeased organizers unleashed the destructive force of Biel and Heigl. This time, Leighton was determined to avoid that fate.
The referee suppressed his laughter as he looked at the two soft women about to fight, and then signaled for the bell. Leighton and Kristen stepped towards the center of the ring, both with trepidation in their eyes. Meester initiated a collar-and-elbow tie-up, and soon both girls were jockeying for the upper hand. Since neither Leighton nor Kristen were particularly strong, this led to a stalemate. “Fuck, just like last time,” Leighton thought as she nervously looked over at the curtain. Realizing that she had to do something, Meester fired off a kick between Kristen’s legs, nailing her straight in the crotch.
This dirty tactic allowed Leighton to back Kristen into the corner. Once there, Meester delivered three knees to Stewart’s pussy, ensuring that the girl was incapacitated. The stunned Kristen offered no resistance, as she had no strength left with which to fight back. Leighton stepped backwards, allowing Kristen to fall to the mat.
It looked as if the fight was already over. Stewart was in a ball clutching her wounded womanhood, and since Leighton didn’t know of any actual moves besides kneeing a girl in the groin, she figured that she had won.
The ref shook his head in disbelief as he watched Meester hover over the downed Stewart rather than go in for the kill. “So it’s over? I won, right?”
“Sure, why not?” the referee replied, knowing full well that this wouldn’t stand.
Just then, the curtain once again flung open. “Hey, that’s not fair, I won. The curtain can’t just open like that. They can’t send someone out. Watch, I’m not finished.” Nervously, Leighton rolled Kristen onto her back, and just like she saw Rachel do in the earlier match, Meester pinned Stewart to the mat with her knees. Kristen let out a gasp as Leighton sat on her chest, forcing all of the air out of her lungs.
The clumsy Meester struggled for a few moments to arrange herself properly before finding the right balance. Once she was on top of Stewart, her natural instincts began to lock into place. Sure, she wasn’t any good at actually fighting, but at this point it wasn’t about fighting. It was about making her opponent submit quickly. It was about being a total bitch to this girl. This was something Leighton had experience with.
“Alright, listen up,” Leighton hissed at the trapped Stewart, “I already got you pinned. You’re done for, okay? If you try anything, I’m going to hit you so hard in your pussy that you’ll never be able to have sex again, got me?”
Kristen looked up at the vapid girl and was disgusted. Leighton was the kind of girl that would have made her high school life miserable. Sure, she’s a bankable actress, but she’s also someone who considers herself a free spirit. And as a free spirit, she would have been subjected to the cruel taunts and catty attitude of stuck-up bitches. Stuck-up bitches like Leighton. Suddenly, Kristen had found a fighting spirit within her.
“Do you hear me?” Leighton asked again, crossing her arms in disgust. As soon as she lifted her arms, the pressure was off of Kristen’s body. This meant that her legs were free. Stewart drove her knees upward, slamming them into Meester’s back. The impact stunned Leighton, who had assumed that all of the fight was out of Stewart. Kristen repeated the move, once again driving her knees into the small of Meester’s spine. Leighton rolled off of Stewart, clutching her throbbing lumbar.
Kristen, now free, rolled onto her knees and grabbed Leighton’s ankles. Stewart spread Meester’s legs, looking down at the trapped girl. “So, you thought it was funny to kick me in the crotch, right? Well, I shouldn’t feel bad if I do it to you, should I?”
“No, wait, I’m sorry, I…” her pleas were cut short as Kristen dropped her elbow between Leighton’s legs. “Ooohh….whyyyy….” was her response as she clutched her wounded womanhood.
Kristen then stood up while still holding onto Leighton’s ankles. She allowed herself a momentary smirk as she watched Meester sob in pain before rolling the girl onto her stomach and applying a Boston Crab.
“Oh…owww….” Leighton cried as she furiously pounded the mat. Kristen rocked back, pulling Meester’s back further in the opposite direction. Realizing that the ref was probably going to ignore the submission anyway, Stewart released one leg, converting it into a half-crab. With her free hand, Kristen slid her finger between Leighton’s legs, rubbing the pink material of her bottoms. “What the fuck are you doing, you dyke?” Meester yelled in between screams.
“What’s the matter? This bringing back too many middle school memories? Suddenly the slut with a sex tape is modest?” Kristen then gave Leighton’s crotch a hard smack, eliciting a whine and then a wail from the trapped girl. “I can’t believe I almost lost to a wuss like you. If you thought what happened to Megan Fox was bad, wait until I get done with you.” Kristen then tugged on the back of Leighton’s top, loosening the garment. “Why do you even bother wearing clothes when you know I’m just going to rip it off of your plastic, fake-tan body?”
Leighton tried to reach back and stop her, but it was no use. Her face was jammed into the mat and there was no escape. Kristen, meanwhile, was pondering her next move. Deciding to go the conventional mean girl route, Stewart grabbed a handful of Leighton’s bottoms and yanked upwards, giving her a vicious wedgie.
“Ow! Stop it!” Leighton screeched as her bikini bottoms lodged themselves up her ass. “You sick fucking bitch!”
“Aww, what’s the matter? Sorry it’s just cloth and not some guy’s dick?” Kristen replied, abandoning her traditional high-road wit for catty retorts. Stewart tired of the hold entirely and let go of her other leg. Kristen then stood up over Leighton to survey the damage. She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight in front of her, with Leighton’s body writing in pain and her ass cheeks hanging out of the sides of the bikini bottoms. Kristen plants her foot on top of Leighton’s ass before delivering a vicious stomp.
“Oh!” Meester grunted as her backside was being stepped on. Leighton pulled herself closer to the ropes, but with each slither drew another stomp. Determined to get back up to her feet, Leighton ignored the pain and used the ropes like a ladder. Once vertical, she sighed for a moment to enjoy her triumph. Just then, her loosened top fell to the floor. Meester was distracted by her sudden toplessness, so Kristen took advantage and kicked her in the stomach. The blow sent Leighton through the ropes and crashing to the outside.
Kristen was surprised at how easy this was. Maybe she could have won every round if she had just stayed focused instead of believing that she was going to get her ass kicked. Maybe she had what it took to be successful.
