Post by caspian2 on Jul 12, 2021 9:23:35 GMT
Exhibition: Jewel Keith vs Rachel Riley (Hollywood Set Fight)
Jewel:
(5’6, 123 lbs)
Rachel:
(5’5, 115 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
“Making her way to the ring… she’s the Irish Mad Lad from Dublin, please welcome, Rachel RILLLLLEEEEEEYYYY!”
“CUTTT!!!” came a voice from behind the curtains, loud and unhinged, where an angry-looking Irish girl with long and orange curly hair strode out onto stage.
Rachel Riley, in her green spandex briefs with that signature white four-leaf clover emblazoned over her butt cheeks, glares at the announcer standing in the ring, who looks flabbergasted, but not shocked. “You’re supposed to drag out the last word! It’s ‘RILLLLLEEEEEEYYYYY’!!”
The blonde woman in a format suit gives a loud shrug, before turning to the director seated in a high-chair.
“Do it again…” he says in a nonchalant voice. “Let’s give Miss Riley what she wants…”
Rachel gives a frustrated shriek before turning and disappearing once more through the curtains. The director twirls his finger and the rest of the movie crew scramble to reset the scene from scratch.
The setting is your standard back alley, with a wide space between two large brick buildings, where a regular ring sits under a white and red striped tarp and rows of amber lights. The camera crew, set designers and general assistants are clearly tired but pushing on - there’s no telling how many times they’ve repeated this scene just for the sake of one person’s demands.
Rachel Riley herself can be heard backstage berating anyone who gets in her way, barking orders to get things just right and perfect. Too perfect, it seems, as someone is heard shouting back into her face. Suddenly, another woman dressed in a light blue leotard storms out of the curtains, looking absolutely incensed.
“Fuck this! I ain’t working with this bimbo any longer!” the fellow wrestler says.
The director is seen panicking, popping down from his high seat and rushing over to Riley’s co-star, trying to convince her to stay. But the woman clad in blue brushes him off, before marching off to the changing rooms. “Find another co-star, bitch!” she shouts to Riley.
Meanwhile, Riley is just standing by the side, a smug expression on her face, both hands planted on her hips. “Let her fucking go. She couldn’t keep up with me, anyways.”
“Who the hell is gonna replace her then? We need to wrap this up by 4!” the director shouts back, throwing up his hands.
“I’m sure you can find some low-life degenerate who can last a few minutes in there with me,” Riley replies.
The rest of the crew is staring at the exchange, stunned, and not sure if they should be continuing with their duties now that one of the key actresses had walked off the set.
“Look around you, Rach. You can’t just expect some nobody to climb in there with you and--”
“I can take Riley on.” A voice chimes in from the crowd, and suddenly, everyone turns to see a long hand shot up high from the middle, where a short-haired blonde dressed in a cut-off white singlet and long denim overalls is jumping up and down, excitedly.
“And who might you be?” the director shouts.
“My name’s Jewel? Jewel Keith. I’ve been running the lights.”
“Fuck this. Anyone will do at this point,” the director says.
Rachel, meanwhile, is already sizing up the fresh meat. “She’ll do,” the Irish girl nods, before turning to the rest of the crew and bellowing. “What are the rest of ya waitin’ for? We’ve got my scene to shoot!”
Moments later, the scene is reset and ready to go once more. The announcer’s voice booms over the loudspeakers: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, making her way to the ring… she’s the Irish Mad Lad from Dublin, please welcome, Rachel RILLLLLEEEEEEYYYYY!”
Watchitsucka’ kicks up right on cue, the pyrotechnics and sound effects guys having gone through so many iterations of the scene that they’ve timed it to perfection. Rachel Riley seems to agree, parting the velvet curtains with both hands as she emerges on stage. The Irish sensation is dressed the same as the previous take, complete with her matching green and white halter top and black boots. She strides down the ramp and climbs into the ring, eager to see what the new girl can do.
“NEXT UP, she’s the challenger! Please welcome to the ring, the one, the only, the one and only one who’s available, Miss Jewellll KEITH!!”
The short-haired blonde comes through the curtains with slight difficulty, that cocky smile still etched on her face, however. The only wardrobe change she’s made is pulling her denim overalls straps off both shoulders, allowing the piece to pool around her waistline, showing off that toned tummy and that crop-top cut-off white tee.
No flash or pizazz here as Keith climbs into the ring and waves to the imaginary crowd, who’ve been paid off as extra actors to cheer as loudly as they can, jump up in the air at the entrance of both fighters. Finally in the ring, Riley can’t shake off that insufferable smirk from her face as she gestures rudely towards Keith in her corner. “You sure you’re up for this, darlin’?”
Keith shakes her wrists free as response, already crouched low and awaiting the bell. HERE WE GO and the shout of “ACTION!”
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Girls lock up in the center with a mutual grunt, the Irish fighter’s bulkier size immediately highlighting the discrepancy in this impromptu match-up. Riley shows off her strength as she tosses the smaller Keith about with both arms wrapped up firmly around the back of her neck.
Riley continuously marches Keith back into the ropes, showing off her dominance by shoving the leaner girl’s head and torso up and over the top rope, right until the referee has to come in and count out the illegal move. Rachel always releases her captive right before the count of 4, backing away with a knowing grin on her face.
Keith ain’t smiling now, rubbing her neck as she’s let up each time, reevaluating her head-on approach with the hardbody Irishwoman. The third time their hands reach upwards, fingers intertwined, Keith decides to DIP low and pivot, which sends Rachel flying overhead with a beautifully executed Arm Drag!
Not much damage done but psychological, as Riley rolls over with a bang! to the hard canvas, returns back to her knees looking stunned that she just got outplayed so easily. No more playing around then, as Riley CHARGES at her opponent! Clothesline’s aimed straight for the neck but it ZINGS overhead, Keith ducking easily under and then rolling forward in the opposite direction.
Here she comes on the rebound, but Rachel’s coming STRAIGHT at her as well in the opposite direction, TAKES Jewel off her feet with that repeated power arm to the chest!! OUCH!! Keith BOWLED over her feet with a grunt, looking absolutely shocked as Rachel goes for the first COVER of the match!
ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout from Keith!
Riley with some wishful thinking here at putting Keith away so early, growling as she springs back to her feet with one hand still gripped in Keith’s hair. Keith getting straightened up but held in position, Riley already winding back a second clothesline to knock her lights out completely.
Rachel lets out a shout of triumph her arm barrels in, but Keith drops down in the nick of time, allowing the forearm to sail over and swoosh up into her hair. Riley whips back around, just in time for a pop-up DROPKICK right to the kisser! Riley’s stunned, thrown onto her back, but immediately pops back up on instinct, getting dropped AGAIN when Keith sends another double-kick right to her chin! Up Riley scrambles one final time, determined to not be kept down on the floor, but a forearm blast to her lips has the bigger girl dazed and pushed back into the ropes before she’s SENT off to the other end with a Whip from Keith!
Riley on the return and has the good sense to duck under a springboard leg-split from Jewel, running right under Keith’s legs as Keith goes for a drop to canvas on the return. Third collision expected as Keith pops up to send a kick to the jawline in order to send Rachel down for good. Instead, Rachel drops her own shoulders and BARRELS into the poor blonde whilst she’s mid-air!
Jewel SPEARED in half, sent crashing back down and FLAT onto her back with a shout of pain! This might be over before we know it!! THERE’S the cover from Riley once more!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH--NOO!! Kick out from Jewel, who throws her shoulder up all the way!
Riley heard shouting down at Jewel as she pushes to her feet: “What the hell are ya doing, bitch? You’re supposed to go down for the cameras!”
Riley then turns to the director and asks him what the hell is going on, but the wavy-haired man simply bellows at the cameras to keep rolling. Rachel shrugs, striding back to Keith and again hauling her to her feet, both hands wrapped around her neck. “Have it your way, newbie. You want a beating? You’re gonna get one!”
But Keith snaps a fist up into her body on the way up, another uppercut connecting with the chin as the platinum blonde shows off her own kungfu moves. Riley lets out a grunt as she takes a step backwards, another painful elbow thrust into the side of her jaw to send her reeling into the ropes.
Rachel bounces off but uses the momentum to her advantage, comes charging right back with another clothesline from hell, probably thinking the third time’s the charm to put Keith away for good. But Jewel ducks under in the nick of time, sprinting in the other direction, before whipping around and delivering a Head Kick right to Riley’s noggin’!
OUCH! Rachel floored by that Roundhouse number, suddenly finds herself on her back and staring up at the movie-set spotlights. Jewel smirking for once, giving the redhead a couple of hard stomps to the midsection, before making another run to the other end of the ropes and rebounding back with a LEAP into the air--
WHAM! Beautiful Leg Drop delivered across Riley’s throat, who groans and rolls over to the side, clutching at her larynx. Looks like Keith has the adoration of the crowds all of a sudden, with the rest of the set crew having stopped what they’re doing to cheer on one of their own that’s beating up an obnoxious and entitled movie starlet.
Keith lets out a shout of triumph as she pulls Riley to her feet, plants a big boot to her midsection to bowl her over, before somersaulting over the big girl with her hands wrapped around the front of her chin and neck-- BLAM!! The Somersault Neckbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxQg_EsjpyU) connects!! Riley’s flattened to her back as Keith scoots in for the COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-- NO!! Too early from the Irish lady, as Rachel kicks out with defiance.
Girls slowly recover to their knees, but Riley looks a little more uncertain compared to the start of this match, whereas Jewel Keith is simply content with having a good time, the short-haired blonde getting back up first to deliver a karate kick to the Irish girl’s chest with a WHAP!
Riley groans, looks stunned, but still determined to rise back up and finish the job. Fine by Keith, who repeats the move over again, and again, each time driving the top of her foot into her green sports bra. Riley rocked sideways, about ready to go back down! But a fourth kick aimed at her chest is suddenly CAUGHT just as it lands, and a shocked Keith goes wide-eyed as Riley immediately pulls her inwards with one arm hooked around the back of her knee, sending Keith FLYING up and over as the Exploder Suplex connects!
Keith lands hard on her side, bouncing a couple of feet away whilst clutching at her back in pain. Instead of capitalising, however, Riley’s seen complaining to the director by the ropes, gesturing wildly at the crew members booing her -this ain’t what she signed up for as the Irish girl demands the cameras be cut at once.
It’s enough time for Keith to get back to her feet with a groan. Riley turns around and notices her, breaks into another CHARGE, but that final lariat MISSES overhead. She’s just not as agile as the leaner Keith, as Jewel sprints off to the other end and REBOUNDS off the ropes. Just as both girls clash once more in the center, Rachel’s FOLDED over by a frontal kick to the gut!
Keith ain’t wasting a second here, unlike her counterpart, immediately wrapping her arms around Rachel’s waistline, HOISTING Riley up into the air before bringing her back down all the way to the canvas with a BLAMMM!! THUNDERFIRE POWERBOMB (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuPfkFGTlTM) connects!!
Keith uses the momentum to reach upwards and over Riley’s limp legs, going for the COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
IT’S OVER!!
AFTERMATH:
“You’re not bad. Maybe I'll have more gigs for you in Hollywood,” the Director shouts, smiling wide from his high-chair as he waves for the crew to pack it up.
In the ring, Keith celebrates with a skip around the ring, arms up and soaking in the cheers from her former crewmates down below. Meanwhile, Riley is fuming as she crawls to the side, holding the back of her head, not liking this feeling of getting upstaged by a total newcomer, but powerless with the crowd and crew totally against her.
Who knows what Jewel Keith might get herself involved with next!
Jewel:
(5’6, 123 lbs)
Rachel:
(5’5, 115 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
“Making her way to the ring… she’s the Irish Mad Lad from Dublin, please welcome, Rachel RILLLLLEEEEEEYYYY!”
“CUTTT!!!” came a voice from behind the curtains, loud and unhinged, where an angry-looking Irish girl with long and orange curly hair strode out onto stage.
Rachel Riley, in her green spandex briefs with that signature white four-leaf clover emblazoned over her butt cheeks, glares at the announcer standing in the ring, who looks flabbergasted, but not shocked. “You’re supposed to drag out the last word! It’s ‘RILLLLLEEEEEEYYYYY’!!”
The blonde woman in a format suit gives a loud shrug, before turning to the director seated in a high-chair.
“Do it again…” he says in a nonchalant voice. “Let’s give Miss Riley what she wants…”
Rachel gives a frustrated shriek before turning and disappearing once more through the curtains. The director twirls his finger and the rest of the movie crew scramble to reset the scene from scratch.
The setting is your standard back alley, with a wide space between two large brick buildings, where a regular ring sits under a white and red striped tarp and rows of amber lights. The camera crew, set designers and general assistants are clearly tired but pushing on - there’s no telling how many times they’ve repeated this scene just for the sake of one person’s demands.
Rachel Riley herself can be heard backstage berating anyone who gets in her way, barking orders to get things just right and perfect. Too perfect, it seems, as someone is heard shouting back into her face. Suddenly, another woman dressed in a light blue leotard storms out of the curtains, looking absolutely incensed.
“Fuck this! I ain’t working with this bimbo any longer!” the fellow wrestler says.
The director is seen panicking, popping down from his high seat and rushing over to Riley’s co-star, trying to convince her to stay. But the woman clad in blue brushes him off, before marching off to the changing rooms. “Find another co-star, bitch!” she shouts to Riley.
Meanwhile, Riley is just standing by the side, a smug expression on her face, both hands planted on her hips. “Let her fucking go. She couldn’t keep up with me, anyways.”
“Who the hell is gonna replace her then? We need to wrap this up by 4!” the director shouts back, throwing up his hands.
“I’m sure you can find some low-life degenerate who can last a few minutes in there with me,” Riley replies.
The rest of the crew is staring at the exchange, stunned, and not sure if they should be continuing with their duties now that one of the key actresses had walked off the set.
“Look around you, Rach. You can’t just expect some nobody to climb in there with you and--”
“I can take Riley on.” A voice chimes in from the crowd, and suddenly, everyone turns to see a long hand shot up high from the middle, where a short-haired blonde dressed in a cut-off white singlet and long denim overalls is jumping up and down, excitedly.
“And who might you be?” the director shouts.
“My name’s Jewel? Jewel Keith. I’ve been running the lights.”
“Fuck this. Anyone will do at this point,” the director says.
Rachel, meanwhile, is already sizing up the fresh meat. “She’ll do,” the Irish girl nods, before turning to the rest of the crew and bellowing. “What are the rest of ya waitin’ for? We’ve got my scene to shoot!”
Moments later, the scene is reset and ready to go once more. The announcer’s voice booms over the loudspeakers: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, making her way to the ring… she’s the Irish Mad Lad from Dublin, please welcome, Rachel RILLLLLEEEEEEYYYYY!”
Watchitsucka’ kicks up right on cue, the pyrotechnics and sound effects guys having gone through so many iterations of the scene that they’ve timed it to perfection. Rachel Riley seems to agree, parting the velvet curtains with both hands as she emerges on stage. The Irish sensation is dressed the same as the previous take, complete with her matching green and white halter top and black boots. She strides down the ramp and climbs into the ring, eager to see what the new girl can do.
“NEXT UP, she’s the challenger! Please welcome to the ring, the one, the only, the one and only one who’s available, Miss Jewellll KEITH!!”
The short-haired blonde comes through the curtains with slight difficulty, that cocky smile still etched on her face, however. The only wardrobe change she’s made is pulling her denim overalls straps off both shoulders, allowing the piece to pool around her waistline, showing off that toned tummy and that crop-top cut-off white tee.
No flash or pizazz here as Keith climbs into the ring and waves to the imaginary crowd, who’ve been paid off as extra actors to cheer as loudly as they can, jump up in the air at the entrance of both fighters. Finally in the ring, Riley can’t shake off that insufferable smirk from her face as she gestures rudely towards Keith in her corner. “You sure you’re up for this, darlin’?”
Keith shakes her wrists free as response, already crouched low and awaiting the bell. HERE WE GO and the shout of “ACTION!”
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Girls lock up in the center with a mutual grunt, the Irish fighter’s bulkier size immediately highlighting the discrepancy in this impromptu match-up. Riley shows off her strength as she tosses the smaller Keith about with both arms wrapped up firmly around the back of her neck.
Riley continuously marches Keith back into the ropes, showing off her dominance by shoving the leaner girl’s head and torso up and over the top rope, right until the referee has to come in and count out the illegal move. Rachel always releases her captive right before the count of 4, backing away with a knowing grin on her face.
Keith ain’t smiling now, rubbing her neck as she’s let up each time, reevaluating her head-on approach with the hardbody Irishwoman. The third time their hands reach upwards, fingers intertwined, Keith decides to DIP low and pivot, which sends Rachel flying overhead with a beautifully executed Arm Drag!
Not much damage done but psychological, as Riley rolls over with a bang! to the hard canvas, returns back to her knees looking stunned that she just got outplayed so easily. No more playing around then, as Riley CHARGES at her opponent! Clothesline’s aimed straight for the neck but it ZINGS overhead, Keith ducking easily under and then rolling forward in the opposite direction.
Here she comes on the rebound, but Rachel’s coming STRAIGHT at her as well in the opposite direction, TAKES Jewel off her feet with that repeated power arm to the chest!! OUCH!! Keith BOWLED over her feet with a grunt, looking absolutely shocked as Rachel goes for the first COVER of the match!
ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout from Keith!
Riley with some wishful thinking here at putting Keith away so early, growling as she springs back to her feet with one hand still gripped in Keith’s hair. Keith getting straightened up but held in position, Riley already winding back a second clothesline to knock her lights out completely.
Rachel lets out a shout of triumph her arm barrels in, but Keith drops down in the nick of time, allowing the forearm to sail over and swoosh up into her hair. Riley whips back around, just in time for a pop-up DROPKICK right to the kisser! Riley’s stunned, thrown onto her back, but immediately pops back up on instinct, getting dropped AGAIN when Keith sends another double-kick right to her chin! Up Riley scrambles one final time, determined to not be kept down on the floor, but a forearm blast to her lips has the bigger girl dazed and pushed back into the ropes before she’s SENT off to the other end with a Whip from Keith!
Riley on the return and has the good sense to duck under a springboard leg-split from Jewel, running right under Keith’s legs as Keith goes for a drop to canvas on the return. Third collision expected as Keith pops up to send a kick to the jawline in order to send Rachel down for good. Instead, Rachel drops her own shoulders and BARRELS into the poor blonde whilst she’s mid-air!
Jewel SPEARED in half, sent crashing back down and FLAT onto her back with a shout of pain! This might be over before we know it!! THERE’S the cover from Riley once more!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH--NOO!! Kick out from Jewel, who throws her shoulder up all the way!
Riley heard shouting down at Jewel as she pushes to her feet: “What the hell are ya doing, bitch? You’re supposed to go down for the cameras!”
Riley then turns to the director and asks him what the hell is going on, but the wavy-haired man simply bellows at the cameras to keep rolling. Rachel shrugs, striding back to Keith and again hauling her to her feet, both hands wrapped around her neck. “Have it your way, newbie. You want a beating? You’re gonna get one!”
But Keith snaps a fist up into her body on the way up, another uppercut connecting with the chin as the platinum blonde shows off her own kungfu moves. Riley lets out a grunt as she takes a step backwards, another painful elbow thrust into the side of her jaw to send her reeling into the ropes.
Rachel bounces off but uses the momentum to her advantage, comes charging right back with another clothesline from hell, probably thinking the third time’s the charm to put Keith away for good. But Jewel ducks under in the nick of time, sprinting in the other direction, before whipping around and delivering a Head Kick right to Riley’s noggin’!
OUCH! Rachel floored by that Roundhouse number, suddenly finds herself on her back and staring up at the movie-set spotlights. Jewel smirking for once, giving the redhead a couple of hard stomps to the midsection, before making another run to the other end of the ropes and rebounding back with a LEAP into the air--
WHAM! Beautiful Leg Drop delivered across Riley’s throat, who groans and rolls over to the side, clutching at her larynx. Looks like Keith has the adoration of the crowds all of a sudden, with the rest of the set crew having stopped what they’re doing to cheer on one of their own that’s beating up an obnoxious and entitled movie starlet.
Keith lets out a shout of triumph as she pulls Riley to her feet, plants a big boot to her midsection to bowl her over, before somersaulting over the big girl with her hands wrapped around the front of her chin and neck-- BLAM!! The Somersault Neckbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxQg_EsjpyU) connects!! Riley’s flattened to her back as Keith scoots in for the COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-- NO!! Too early from the Irish lady, as Rachel kicks out with defiance.
Girls slowly recover to their knees, but Riley looks a little more uncertain compared to the start of this match, whereas Jewel Keith is simply content with having a good time, the short-haired blonde getting back up first to deliver a karate kick to the Irish girl’s chest with a WHAP!
Riley groans, looks stunned, but still determined to rise back up and finish the job. Fine by Keith, who repeats the move over again, and again, each time driving the top of her foot into her green sports bra. Riley rocked sideways, about ready to go back down! But a fourth kick aimed at her chest is suddenly CAUGHT just as it lands, and a shocked Keith goes wide-eyed as Riley immediately pulls her inwards with one arm hooked around the back of her knee, sending Keith FLYING up and over as the Exploder Suplex connects!
Keith lands hard on her side, bouncing a couple of feet away whilst clutching at her back in pain. Instead of capitalising, however, Riley’s seen complaining to the director by the ropes, gesturing wildly at the crew members booing her -this ain’t what she signed up for as the Irish girl demands the cameras be cut at once.
It’s enough time for Keith to get back to her feet with a groan. Riley turns around and notices her, breaks into another CHARGE, but that final lariat MISSES overhead. She’s just not as agile as the leaner Keith, as Jewel sprints off to the other end and REBOUNDS off the ropes. Just as both girls clash once more in the center, Rachel’s FOLDED over by a frontal kick to the gut!
Keith ain’t wasting a second here, unlike her counterpart, immediately wrapping her arms around Rachel’s waistline, HOISTING Riley up into the air before bringing her back down all the way to the canvas with a BLAMMM!! THUNDERFIRE POWERBOMB (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuPfkFGTlTM) connects!!
Keith uses the momentum to reach upwards and over Riley’s limp legs, going for the COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
IT’S OVER!!
AFTERMATH:
“You’re not bad. Maybe I'll have more gigs for you in Hollywood,” the Director shouts, smiling wide from his high-chair as he waves for the crew to pack it up.
In the ring, Keith celebrates with a skip around the ring, arms up and soaking in the cheers from her former crewmates down below. Meanwhile, Riley is fuming as she crawls to the side, holding the back of her head, not liking this feeling of getting upstaged by a total newcomer, but powerless with the crowd and crew totally against her.
Who knows what Jewel Keith might get herself involved with next!