Emma Watson vs. Kristen Stewart
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The club had been going for some time now, though the majority of the world was not aware of it. Only the wealthiest and most powerful of Hollywood knew of the Actress Arena. It was a source of major entertainment, naturally, and a practical bargaining tool of its own in the movie business. The best roles went to the winners, and when there were disputes, social or business-like in nature, they were easily settled here.

Tonight was more about a personal feud. Kristen Stewart and Emma Watson had been at each others? throats, the teen celebs constantly vying to be the top cat of their realm. The huge successes of Harry Potter and Twilight held teen audiences, and from prospective roles to Nick choice awards, having gotten into several arguments of assorted degrees of publicity. Their fight was decided shortly after their MTV music awards fiasco that nearly got physical on stage. The girls weren?t about to protest, and it was in their contracts, and they knew that the league was the way to the top. The winner would get a significant boost in her career, ?coincidentally? based on her largely secretive victories.

The Actress Arena was a studio, posing as a fully functional member of Hollywood on the outside. Once they got inside and past security, it was a miniaturized wrestling arena. A full sized wrestling ring, bleachers for the spectators (though with fewer and finer seating), and a smallish kitchen/food court for the spectators.

Emma stretched out in her corner of the ring, waiting for her opponent in her thick white robe. She had insisted her agent hire her a trainer, so she?d been spending the last week of preparation practicing boxing and wrestling with her coach, as well as just plain jogging. It wasn?t a massive change, since she still ate what she felt like, as per usual, and she refused to let the trainer do more than the most basic of demonstrations of holds and jabs on her. She wouldn?t have her image ruined or put in much pain, despite the coach?s assurances that she wouldn?t actually hurt her. She was confident in the win over the talentless American and claim and retain the title as top teenager actress.

She had arrived early, readying herself and doing a bit of playing to the crowd as the last of them filtered in. Kristen Stewart started to enter the runway just before the match was supposed to start up. She had the same robe, and clearly Kristen was less enthused about it, but she was going to do her best all the same. She had been either too stressed or apathetic to work out nearly as much. She was still eager to win, though more of a matter of she didn?t wish to be beaten before the crowd of mixed fans. She?d heard of the things some of the girls here did to their opponents, and it was nothing her (or MOST) girls would like to go through. She hadn?t done much but a bit of walking and jogging lately to stay in shape.

Emma smiled at her once Kristen was in the ring and in position to see her do so. ?It was nice of you. Couldn?t have hosted this beating without you, afterall.?
Kristen frowned back at her. ?Dream on, Brit bitch. I know the crowd?ll just love it when I spank your ass like the spoiled princess you are.?
Emma laughed back at her. ?Aww, the emo baby has a mouth on her. Well I?m not scared of some werewolf-fucking slut. And here?s why.? Emma untied her robe and threw it aside, showing off her yellow bikini.

?You going to hide that flabby ass under that robe all night?? Emma taunted, Kristen blushing a bit and frowning back at her. This whole thing felt like it was more trouble than it would be worth, but she wanted to get this over with and kick Emma?s ass quickly. She took off her robe, the black form-fitting bikini that earned her share of catcalls and whistles.
?There. Enough skin for you, you little lesbo?? Kristen hissed back, the ref signaling the girls to get ready. Kristen steeled herself, but Emma kept her casual leaning on the ropes.
?Not enough until you?re begging and naked on the mat,? the Potter girl grinned at her. The bell sounded and they were off.

While Emma approached with her hands up high, eager to try out some of her wrestling, but Kristen threw a kick at her legs. One struck at her calf, making Emma wince just slightly and cut off her momentum. Kristen frowned seriously and sent out more kicks, keeping Watson?s hand?s at bay with her longer legs. It worked well the third time, but at the fourth Emma was clear on her approach and caught Kristen by the ankle, pulling it sharply upward.
?Waaah!? Kristen yelped, falling onto her back. She was left rattled while Emma pounced on her, tangling her legs up in her hers as the French girl swung a sharp slap across Kristen?s face. It swung the Twilight star?s head aside, eyes wide in surprise and pain as she scowled back up and slapped Emma back. The air between the girls became a blizzard of swinging arms, both slapping, grabbing and flailing at each other. Neither was especially skilled, but they were vicious in their hateful rivalry. Both started connecting with slaps, though Emma?s swung Kristen?s head a bit further with each swing, at the very least since leverage was on her side in the higher ground.

Kristen managed to shove up the butt of her palm into Emma?s chin. What would have been a move along the lines of a devastating uppercut was tangled up in the flurry of limbs, instead merely a hard shove at Emma?s face to shove her slowly backward. As Emma was bent back, Kristen loosened her legs and swung them up, grabbing her around the upper body and yanking her back off of her to the mat. The crowd started to cheer as the girls got past their preliminary cat fighting, seeming to get into a more tactical but no less vicious style.

Emma clawed at Kristen?s legs, but she slid to one side of her and clamped her legs down on her foe?s bare belly. Kristen cursed and gagged a bit, trying to shove and wriggle free but Kristen grabbed her one arm, pulling it plainly away from her body to let her scissors do their magic. Emma?s squirming was getting nowhere fast, so she quickly decided to switch tactics. She reached down with her free hand to grab Kristen?s toes, twisting them sharply in one direction.

Kristen screamed as the delicate appendages were mangled, scrambling wildly to break the scissors and put some distance between them. Emma scrambled onto her haunches, actually taking a moment to brush her hair back and make sure that it was relatively in place before considering a renewed offense. Kristen was still balancing her footing, favoring one leg while she tried to minimize the pressure on her delicate toes. It gives Emma an opening to rush her and ram her back into the ropes, pressing her back until Kristen started to groan in pain. Emma whipped her opponent by the arm, sending her flying towards the opposite side of the ring. She impacted, rebounded riding the elastic to speed back at Emma. The French actress was already rushing at her, smashing her across the upper chest with a clothesline. It wasn?t exactly a practiced move, just something she was mimicking from pro wrestling on tv. It was still rather effective, and floored Kristen to the mat. She clutched at her neck, moaning briefly before Emma turned and stomped into her belly, Kristen coughing air out of her lungs and spasming beneath her opponent?s foot.


The curly-haired blond circled the weakened Kristen, throwing up her arms and beckoning the crowd for praise. The Twilight star rolled to her knees, wincing. She refused to go down this easily, not in front of all these people. She was cut off again, Emma resuming her attack as she straddled Kristen?s back and wrapped her hands under her chin. Emma pulled back and slammed her butt down onto her opponent?s back, dropping her onto her belly and mounting her as she pulled up her neck in a camel clutch, working Kristen?s back again. She yowled out in pain, slapping a hand at the mat as she grabbed for some manner of vent for her sudden shock of pain. Emma laughed, proud and gleeful as she bent her opponent backward.

?Like that, you little emo tramp?? she taunted. ?Who?s the princess of the ring? Who!??
?Nnngh! Get bent, bitch!? Kristen grunted out, grabbing for the ropes but they remained out of her grasp. She wasn?t even sure if Emma would even let her go if she reached them. There wasn?t any apparent referee to make her, and she hadn?t read the rulebook to the league. Was there even a rulebook? Website? Pamflet, maybe?

She eventually gave up on that approach anyway, reaching up and beating her fists clumsily back against Emma?s chest and face. A lucky blow clunked into her nose, making her let go of the hold. Emma?s hands left her foe?s face, holding her nose as Kristen rolled onto her shoulder and shoved hard at the French-born actress. Emma tumbled onto her back, thrown off kilter while Kristen scrambled on all fours towards ringside.

Emma gave chase just as Kristen reached the edge of the ring, ducking under the bottom rope. ?No running from me, you talentless slut. Fighting as bad as your acting?!? she goaded.
Kristen leaned out of the ring, grabbing one of the discarded robes. She?d turn back and quickly throw it into Emma?s face, turning the world white from her point of view as she let out a muffled cry of surprise under the heavy robe. Kristen grabbed the ropes and scrambled to her feet as Emma tried figuring out which way was out of the robe.
?You going to hide under that robe all night?? Kristen laughed, paraphrasing Emma from earlier. She rushed at Emma to delivery a heavy clothesline, but the taunt turned out to be her downfall. Emma now had a sense of where her opponent was, and quickly raised a foot and shot it out, meeting the speeding Kristen in the gut.
Her eyes bugged and she doubled over Emma?s foot, spittle splashing from her mouth as her face twisted in pain, struggling to recover her breath. Emma threw the robe off of her and raised her hands, linking fingers and crashing them down over Kristen?s back. She let out a short cry before she smacked into the mat once again.

Emma laughed down at her as she stood over the groggy brunette. ?You?ve sure been spending a lot of time down there. Need me to build you a summer home on the mat, pussy?? Kristen didn?t so much retort as she held her back and moaned, rolling slightly and pathetically over the mat. Emma grabbed her by the hair, easily dragging the weaker, less-prepared girl to her feet. She swung Kristen by her fistfuls of her locks, slamming her already sore back into the nearest ringpost. Kristen?s back arched and eyes bulged as she screamed out, cut off once again when Emma pressed her attack. She rushed after her foe and rammed her knee into her flat belly, doubling up the young actress with the hard shot. Emma just grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back upright, forcing Kristen to face her before before smacking her with a hard backhand across the breast.

?Owww!? Kristen yowled out and felt her knees start to give out, grabbing onto the ropes just to stay standing. The bare skin above her modest rack was turning a bright red from the punishment. ?Emma? Emma, time out,? she panted weakly, managing to wave one hand between them. ?Just a second??

Emma slapped her hand away, grinning confidently and swinging her fist into Kriten?s belly. The air was blasted out of her lungs by her invading fist, Emma hammering her repeatedly and making her weak body quiver with each reddening strike to her belly. Kristen was all but a rag doll this point, whimpering in pain even when Emma stopped and stepped back to admire her handiwork.