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22 May 2024 Ariana Grande vs Jenna Ortega

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Posted by Queens of Absolution on 22 May 2024 at 2:41 am

LND: Ariana Grande vs Jenna Ortega on the Red Carpet

(Results: Lookout / Words: Country Mouse)

BEFORE:

Y'all, let me tell ya, I was right there on the front lines, witnessing the showdown of the century between Ariana Grande and Jenna Ortega. Picture this: Ariana, with her tiny frame and those high heels, struts onto the red carpet like she owns the place, eyes ablaze with fury. She's spray-tanned to perfection, with those dark, smokey eyes giving her a look of pure narcissism. But honey, let me tell ya, she's got talent, even if she's a tad delusional about her relevance.

And then there's Jenna Ortega, cute as a button but with a savage wit that could cut through steel. She's confident, intelligent, and tiny but intimidating, with a touch of goth that adds to her mystique. She's the new "it girl," and Ariana ain't too happy about it.

Ariana, bless her heart, storms up to Jenna, hands clenched and ready for a fight. "What do you think you're doing here, Ortega?" she spits out, like a viper ready to strike.

But Jenna, cool as a cucumber, ain't fazed one bit. "I'm just here to promote my movie, darling," she says, flashing a smile that could charm the devil himself.

Well, Ariana's jaw practically hits the floor. "You're just trying to steal the spotlight, aren't you?" she accuses, stepping closer to Jenna like a bull ready to charge.

Jenna, with her arms crossed and that defiant look in her eye, just chuckles. "I don't need to steal anything, Grande," she retorts, her voice dripping with sass.

And then, y'all, all hell breaks loose. Ariana, in a fit of rage, slaps Jenna across the face with a force that could knock a grown man to his knees. The sound echoes like thunder on the red carpet as Jenna staggers back, a mix of shock and fury on her face.

But Jenna, bless her heart, ain't one to back down. "You did NOT just slap me, you over rated Putah!" she snaps, grabbing the nearest drink and tossing it at Ariana like she's throwing shade at a gossip column. The liquid splashes across Ariana's face and cleavage, causing gasps from the crowd as the tension reaches a boiling point.

And there I am, right in the middle of it all, witnessing Hollywood's latest scandal unfold before my very eyes. Lord have mercy, ain't no soap opera on TV could match the drama of this red carpet rumble!

Round 1:
"What in tarnation?!" Ariana exclaimed, her voice dripping with disbelief and fury. "You reckon you're tough, huh?" she retorted, her tone oozing with mockery. "Well, let's see if you can handle this!"

The petite, curvaceous gals circled each other on that red carpet, their calves flexing in them awkward high heels. Ariana, with her signature ponytail swinging, her heels making her look like she's towering at a whopping five feet tall, and clad in a leggy mini dress that showed off them gams. Meanwhile, Ortega draped herself in some sorta long fabric, covering one arm and one leg, leaving the rest to be ogled at through a sheer bodysuit. But let me tell ya, neither of these starlets was dressed for a brawl of this magnitude.

Round 2: "Lord have mercy, what in the world?!" Ariana exclaimed, her tone dripping with disbelief and fury, her fake "blaccent" slipping in and out like a poorly fitting wig. "You think you're tough, huh?" she retorted, her tone mocking, as she lunged forward, her nails digging into Jenna's hair with the ferocity of a wildcat. Jenna cried out, her tough east Los Angeles demeanor cracking as her scalp protested against the painful yank. Reacting instinctively, she grabbed onto Ariana's head, returning the favor with a fierce tug.

"Ouch! Let go, you psycho!" Ariana protested, her voice tinged with frustration and her legs wobbling like a newborn colt.

"You started it!" Jenna shot back, her own voice a mix of pain and anger, her legs trembling like earthquake tremors.

As they spun around, their heels clicking loudly, their struggle was punctuated by sharp slaps as they fought to break free from each other's grip. Hair tangled in their grasp, they yanked and pulled, each trying to gain the upper hand, their legs intertwining like a pair of writhing snakes.

Ariana and Jenna spun out of control, crashing into the snack table with a resounding thud. The table collapsed beneath them, sending snacks flying in all directions like confetti at a dysfunctional party. In the chaotic aftermath, Jenna found herself on top, the full weight of her 105-pound frame behind the knee that slammed between poor Ariana’s legs…

"Ooh! My p—!" Ariana cried out, her face contorted in agony as she rolled onto her side, clutching her crotch like a damsel in distress. Meanwhile, food scattered across the floor, covering both girls in a messy heap like a culinary catastrophe.

"Haha!” Someone hollered from the crowd. "Look at her crying like a baby!"

"That's gotta hurt! Bet she won't be sitting for a while!" another chimed in with a gleeful cackle.

"Did you see her face? She looks like she's about to cry!" added another, their laughter echoing through the chaos like a chorus of gossipy harpies.

Round 3:

"I'm so sorry, Ariana! I didn't mean to…," Jenna said, her voice filled with genuine remorse. Ariana writhed and moaned in pain on the ground, her face contorted with agony. Jenna, genuinely concerned for Ariana's well-being, approached her cautiously.

Instead of accepting Ortega’s extended hand, Ariana lashed out angrily, her fist connecting with Jenna's. Jenna's eyes widened in shock as she doubled over, dropping to her knees with a groan, clutching her crotch in pain.

"Looks like Jenna's learning a painful lesson today!" Someone in the crowd laughed.

For a moment, both girls lay next to each other, moaning and writhing in pain, each trying to massage away the throbbing ache.

"I hate you!" Ariana spat out between gritted teeth, her voice laced with anger and frustration.

Jenna, caught off guard by Ariana's outburst, grabbed a handful of cake from the ground and smothered Ariana's face with it. "I've never even met you before!" she retorted.

Ariana's scream was muffled by the frosting as she flailed and kicked, desperately trying to free herself from under her opponent. In her struggle, her knee inadvertently slammed into Jenna's crotch once more, eliciting a groan of pain from Ortega. With furrowed eyebrows and a groan Jenna rolled off of Ariana.

Round 4: Well, well, well, hold onto your pearls, folks, 'cause we've got ourselves a real doozy here! I'm right smack dab in the middle of the chaos, witnessing Hollywood's latest spectacle unfold like a train wreck you just can't look away from.

"I'm so sorry, Ariana! I didn't mean to…," Jenna said, her voice dripping with what seemed like genuine remorse. But let me tell ya, there ain't no apologies in the heat of battle, darlin'. Ariana writhed and moaned on the ground, her face twisted in agony like she's just been handed a sour lemon pie. Jenna, bless her heart, approached Ariana cautiously, her concern as thick as molasses in the summertime.

But instead of accepting Ortega’s extended hand like a lady, Ariana lashed out like a rattlesnake caught in a corner, her fist connecting with Jenna's like two freight trains on a collision course. Jenna's eyes widened in shock like she's just seen a ghost at a midnight seance, doubling over and dropping to her knees with a groan that echoed through the crowd like a mournful hymn, clutching her crotch like it's the last lifeline on a sinking ship.

"Looks like Jenna's learning a painful lesson today!" Someone in the crowd cackled, like they're watching a circus sideshow with popcorn in one hand and a gossip magazine in the other.

For a moment, both gals lay next to each other, moaning and writhing like a pair of wounded animals caught in a trap, each trying to massage away the throbbing ache like it's gonna disappear if they just wish hard enough.

"I hate you!" Ariana spat out between gritted teeth, her voice laced with enough anger to set off a powder keg in the Old West.

Jenna, caught off guard by Ariana's outburst like a deer in headlights, grabbed a handful of cake from the ground like she's playing a game of culinary roulette and smothered Ariana's face with it like she's frosting a cake at a county fair. "I've never even met you before!" she retorted, her words sharp as a freshly honed knife.

Ariana's scream was muffled by the frosting like a siren in the night, flailing and kicking like a fish outta water, desperately trying to free herself from under her opponent like a trapped animal fighting for its life. And in her struggle, her knee inadvertently slammed into Jenna's crotch once more, eliciting a groan of pain from Ortega that could wake the dead. With furrowed eyebrows and a groan that could rival the sound of distant thunder, Jenna rolled off of Ariana like a tumbleweed caught in a gust of wind. Lord have mercy, folks, ain't Hollywood just full of surprises?

Round 5: Well, well, well, hold onto your hats, folks, 'cause we've got ourselves a real barn-burner of a showdown here! I'm right smack dab in the middle of the chaos, witnessing Hollywood's latest spectacle unfold like a tornado tearing through a trailer park.

Jenna lay sprawled on the ground, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment, scrambling to cover herself up like a kitten caught in a rainstorm. Her gown was in tatters, leaving the poor dear clad only in a scandalously sheer bodysuit, one arm and one leg bare as the day she was born, except for those high heels she clung to like a lifeline.

But despite her diminutive stature, Jenna's figure was surprisingly shapely, a fact that Ariana couldn't help but notice as she gleefully waved the torn remnants of Ortega's dress, a wicked grin playing on her lips like a cat that's caught the canary. "My, my, darling, what a delightful mess you've made," she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she taunted Jenna like a schoolyard bully.

But silence fell like a heavy fog as Jenna rose behind her like a vengeful specter. Ariana's laughter faded, replaced by a nervous gulp that echoed through the crowd like a church bell tolling at midnight. "What are you all looking at?" she stammered, her voice trembling like a leaf in a hurricane.

"That was a mistake, Grande!" Ortega seethed, her claws digging into Ariana's red gown like a wildcat with its prey. Ariana's protests fell on deaf ears. "Oh, my stars, darling, what do you think you're doing?" she cried out, her words lost in the chaos of the moment.

And then it happened. RIP! "Eek!" Ariana squealed as Ortega yanked on her dress like a dog with a bone. The tight fabric peeled away, revealing Ariana's sexy body like a gift wrapped in scandal. The dress split from seam to seam, leaving her standing there, curves exposed to the cool Vegas night air like a siren beckoning sailors to their doom. The crowd went wild at the sight, their cheers and jeers like a chorus of angels and demons locked in eternal battle. Gossip and speculation about her appearance were put to rest as her true form was revealed like a magician pulling back the curtain on his greatest trick.

Ariana nervously bit her lip, hoping nobody noticed she was suddenly topless, wearing nothing but her briefs and high heels. She scanned the crowd, catching impressed and leering looks as they ogled her assets like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing their prey.

"Wow, she's the sexiest girl I've ever seen!" one exclaimed, their words like a dagger through Ariana's already shattered pride.

"Did she really just stand there and let someone rip her clothes off?" another questioned, their disbelief palpable in the air like a thick fog.

"Ha, serves her right for trying to hog the attention!" a third chimed in, their laughter echoing through the chaos like a pack of hyenas on the hunt.

"I quit! You win. You don’t have to do this, Ortega!" Ariana pleaded desperately, scanning the crowd for any sign of escape like a mouse trapped in a maze.

"That dress was on loan! Now I'm going to have to pay for it!" Ortega spat angrily, blocking Ariana's path as she attempted to flee like a convict making a last-ditch escape attempt. But Ariana's movements were hindered by her high heels, and before she could get far, Jenna seized her ponytail, yanking her back against the wall like a spider trapping a fly in its web.

“Punch her in the belly Ortega!” Someone shouted from the crowd, their words like a battle cry in the heat of the moment.

"Give her a good one, Jenna!” another encouraged, their voice rising above the tumult like a beacon of hope in the darkness.

"No please don’t… OOF!" The first punch came so swiftly that Ariana barely had time to register the pain. Jenna's fist plunged deep into Grande's soft stomach, leaving her gasping for breath as she was pinned against the wall like a butterfly on a collector's board.

"OUPH!" Ariana weakly attempted to pry Jenna's fist from her gut, but Ortega closed in like a predator stalking its prey, delivering another brutal blow to her midsection like a hammer striking an anvil. Ariana shuddered, her eyes widening in shock like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. No matter how many times she'd been punched, the pain never got any easier to endure.

"Can't take a punch, but damn, she's still hot!" someone observed, their words like salt in Ariana's already gaping wounds.

Jenna granted Ariana a brief reprieve, allowing her to catch her breath like a boxer given a moment's respite in between rounds. Despite the cold, Grande's body was hot and sweaty from the intense fight, her senses slowly returning to her like a shipwreck survivor emerging from the depths.

Damn it, she realized, she was still in the midst of the brawl, and she was completely naked! She almost wished Ortega would hurry it up so she could curl up on the ground in agony for an hour then go home in shame like a wounded animal retreating to its den. Ariana's insides began to loosen up, allowing her to finally inhale...

"HOOF!" Jenna's punch cut through Ariana's thoughts like a knife through butter, driving the air from her lungs once more. Ariana's lips parted in a silent gasp as the impact slammed into her, her ears ringing from the force of the blow like church bells tolling a funeral dirge. Despite the agony, she remained rooted to the spot, her back pressed against the wall as Jenna's fist burrowed deep into her abdomen like a miner digging for gold.

"GUUH!" Ortega's knee shot up, connecting squarely under Grande's ribs. Ariana's eyes rolled back in her head as she shuddered and heaved, her arms flailing as she slid down the wall to sit on the red carpet like a marionette with its strings cut. Jenna Ortega emerged victorious with a knockout in the fifth round, her triumph echoing through the night like a victory cry in the heart of battle.

Afterwards, Ariana lay still and silent for a few moments, the weight of the world crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. But as she drifted back into consciousness, the searing pain in her belly brought her back to reality with a jolt. Bursting into tears, she curled up into a ball, moaning in agony like a wounded animal in the wilderness.

But the drama ain't over yet, folks! Hands lifted her to her feet, and Ariana realized Jenna was pulling her along by the ponytail, heading for the water fountain near the parking area like a prisoner being led to the gallows. The sight of Jenna Ortega, clad in little more than a bikini, dragging Ariana Grande with a dozen people following them like paparazzi on the hunt for a scandal would surely make headlines by tonight.

Ariana whimpered as Jenna yanked her briefs down to her ankles, exposing her nakedness to the world like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. And then, without further ceremony, she tossed Ariana face-first into the fountain water like a discarded rag doll.

Grande pushed out of the water gasping and sputtering like a fish out of water, the shock of the cold water hitting her like a slap in the face. "Please, don't leave me like this," she pleaded, her voice trembling with embarrassment as she realized she was naked for the world to see. She sank back down, attempting to swim away as Ortega stuck her arms in the water and grabbed for her like a hunter stalking its prey. "Let me go!" Grande cried out, her desperation echoing through the night like a cry for help in the wilderness.

But Ortega chuckled wickedly, pulling Grande's legs out of the water and removing her shoes for a trophy like a conqueror claiming her spoils. "You're not getting away that easily," she taunted, snapping pictures with Grande's wet, defeated form in the background like a souvenir of her victory. And with that, Hollywood's latest scandal was born, destined to be the talk of the town for weeks to come