JESSICA ALBA vs SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR
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Flashback
2003 Teen Choice Awards After Party
Sarah "Buffy" Michelle Gellar VS Jessica "Dark Angel" Alba.
The afterparty for the 2003 Teen Choice Awards was a glittering chaos, a sprawling Hollywood mansion packed with celebs, pulsing music, and free-flowing drinks. The air buzzed with laughter, gossip, and the occasional clink of glasses—until it didn’t. In a corner near the open bar, Sarah Michelle Gellar’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and mocking. “Rip-off Buffy shows like Dark Angel getting canceled—pathetic. Now that Buffy’s done, they’ll have to find something else to copy.”
Her words, slurred slightly from one too many cocktails, landed like a grenade. Jessica Alba, standing just a few feet away with a drink in hand, froze. Her grip tightened on the glass, her jaw clenching as she processed the dig. *She’s talking about me. My show. My work.* The hurt morphed into fury, and before anyone could react, Jessica stormed over, with her heels clicking on the marble floor.
Sarah turned, her smirk faltering as Jessica got in her face. “You got a problem, Gellar?” Jessica spat, her voice low but venomous.
Sarah, never one to back down, straightened up, her beige top shimmering under the lights. “Yeah, I do. Your show was a cheap knockoff, and now it’s gone. Deal with it.” The crowd around them hushed, sensing the storm brewing.
Jessica’s eyes flashed with rage. 'She thinks she’s better than me? I’ll show her.' Without another word, she lunged.
The mansion’s lounge became a battleground, the velvet couches and glass tables shoved aside by the growing circle of onlookers. Jessica, in her black crop top and low-rise jeans, moved with raw intensity, her layered necklace swinging as she charged. Her thoughts were a wildfire. 'I worked my ass off for Dark Angel. She doesn’t get to talk like that. I’ll make her eat those words.'
She grabbed Sarah’s arm, yanking her forward, but Sarah was quick, her own adrenaline kicking in. 'She’s really doing this? Fine. I’ve been fighting vampires on screen for years—I can handle her.' Sarah twisted free, with her wavy hair bouncing. As she shoved Jessica back, her beige top is catching on a nearby table and tearing at the hem with a loud rip.
Jessica stumbled but recovered, with her jeans riding low as she lunged again, and grabbing a fistful of Sarah’s hair and pulling hard. Sarah yelped, with her head jerking back, but she retaliated with a sharp slap across Jessica’s face. The crack is echoing over the music. Jessica’s cheek stung, with her crop top shifting to reveal more of her midriff as she thought, 'She’s fighting dirty. Let’s see how she likes this.' She tackled Sarah onto a nearby couch, with the impact sending cushions flying. Sarah’s jeans tore further, with the fabric splitting down the side, exposing her bra as she kicked at Jessica, with her heels flying off.
'She’s trying to humiliate me in front of everyone', Sarah thought, with fury boiling over. She grabbed Jessica’s necklace, and yanking hard—the chain snapped, and are beads scattering across the floor.
The fight escalated, the two women are tumbling off the couch and onto the floor, with their outfits shredding further in the chaos. Jessica’s crop top was barely hanging on, with one strap torn. Her jeans are scuffed and slipping down her hips. Sarah’s outfit was in tatters, the top half hanging off her shoulders, with her bra fully exposed as she scrambled to her feet. They circled each other, panting, and their accessories now liabilities—Sarah’s bracelet caught on Jessica’s top, ripping it clean off. Jessica stood there, topless except for her bra, and her chest heaving. 'I don’t care who’s watching. She’s going down,' she thought, her determination unyielding.
Sarah smirked, sensing an opening. “What’s wrong, Alba? Can’t take the heat?” She grabbed Jessica’s hair again, pulling her down and kneeing her in the stomach. Jessica gasped, doubling over, but she clawed at Sarah’s face in return, leaving red welts across her cheek.
Sarah screamed, with her hands finding Jessica’s bra and tearing at it, the fabric giving way with a snap. Jessica’s bra fell to the floor, and she stood there, exposed, her face burning with humiliation but her resolve unbroken. 'She wants to play like that? Fine.'
Jessica tackled Sarah to the ground, straddling her and landing a solid punch to Sarah’s jaw. Sarah’s head snapped to the side, pain exploding, but she thought, 'I’m not done. I’m not letting her win this.'
Sarah bucked beneath Jessica, rolling her off, and the two scrambled to their feet, with their bodies slick with sweat. Jessica’s jeans were barely clinging to her hips. Sarah’s top is reduced to scraps around her waist. They traded blows, slaps, and scratches, with their energy waning but their fury unrelenting. Jessica charged, tackling Sarah against a glass wall overlooking the pool. The glass shuddering as she pressed Sarah’s face against it. “You think you’re better than me? Let’s see how you like this!” Jessica hissed, ripping at the remnants of Sarah’s top, exposing her fully. Sarah’s breasts pressed against the glass, with her face flushed with humiliation as partygoers outside gaped.
"She’s trying to break me in front of everyone,' Sarah thought, her hands flailing.
Sarah drove her elbow into Jessica’s ribs, forcing her back, and spun around. Her own hands are grabbing at Jessica’s jeans and yanking them down to her thighs. Jessica stumbled, her movements restricted, but she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Sarah’s waist and tackling her to the floor again. She straddled Sarah, with her knees pinning Sarah’s arms, and leaned down, her voice a growl. “Say it—say Dark Angel was better than Buffy.”
Sarah thrashed beneath her, her body aching, but she spat, “Never.” Jessica, enraged, pressed her weight down, attempting to smother Sarah with her chest. Sarah’s muffled cries filled the air as she thought, 'I can’t let her do this. I won’t let her win.' Sarah had been in scraps before and she used her experience to gain leverage control and with what strength she had left, Sarah shoved Jessica off, then rolling to the side and scrambling to her feet.
Both women were battered, with their outfits in ruins—Jessica in just her underwear, Sarah in nothing but the tattered remains of her dress. Jessica charged again, but Sarah was ready, sidestepping and grabbing Jessica’s arm, twisting it behind her back. Jessica grunted in pain, but she stomped on Sarah’s foot, breaking free. The two collapsed to the floor again, a tangle of limbs, their breaths ragged. Sarah managed to pin Jessica down, with her knees on either side of Jessica’s torso, and she pressed her chest against Jessica’s face, smothering her. “You’re done, Alba,” Sarah hissed, her voice cold. With a sudden burst of strength, Sarah’s grip slipped, and Jessica shoved her off, and was rolling to the side and gasping for air… Her underwear is barely clinging to her hips, her body slick with sweat. Sarah scrambled to her feet, her tattered dress hanging off her like rags, her eyes burning with fury. But Jessica was faster—she charged, landing a powerful strike to Sarah’s jaw, sending the crack echoing through the room. Sarah’s head snapped to the side, with her vision blurring, but Jessica didn’t stop. She followed with a vicious knee to Sarah’s stomach, doubling her over, and then a sharp elbow to the back of Sarah’s head, sending her crashing to the floor.
Jessica stood over Sarah, her chest heaving. Then with her voice a snarl. “Apologize. Now.” Sarah, dazed and gasping, tried to crawl away, but Jessica grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back and straddling her. She rained down blows—punches to Sarah’s face, shoulders, anywhere she could reach—each strike punctuated with a demand. “Say you’re sorry! Say Dark Angel was better and you’re a bitchy mean girl!” Sarah’s face was a mess of bruises, her lip split, but she mumbled something incoherent through the pain. Jessica, furious, leaned in closer, her voice sharp. “Louder, Gellar! Apologize louder!”
Sarah’s eyes flashed with defiance. In a sudden move, she raked her nails across Jessica’s eyes, making her scream and recoil. Seizing the moment, Sarah pulled Jessica to the floor, with her strength fueled by desperation. She hammered her fists into Jessica’s nose, a sickening crunch filling the air as blood gushed. Before Jessica could recover, Sarah mounted her in a 69 position, planting herself on Jessica’s face, with her weight pressing down as Jessica’s muffled cries were smothered. Sarah’s hands went to work, with her nails tearing at Jessica’s underwear, clawing viciously at her groin. The crowd gasped, making some turning away in horror, others frozen as they watched the brutal display.
Jessica’s hands flailed, with her body writhing beneath Sarah as she tried to fight back, her nails are scratching at Sarah’s thighs, but the pain was overwhelming. Sarah, unrelenting, played to the crowd, raising her head briefly to smirk at the onlookers. “She thought she could take me!” she shouted, before returning to her assault, mixing in sharp punches to Jessica’s groin, each blow drawing a choked scream. The onlookers whispered in disbelief, wondering how much more Jessica could endure. Her body was trembling, and her resistance fading.
Finally, Jessica’s movements slowed, her hands falling limp as the pain became too much. Her body went slack, and she passed out, with her face still trapped beneath Sarah. Sarah stood, with her own body bruised and battered, and her tattered clothes barely covering her. She looked down at Jessica’s unconscious form, bloodied and broken, and spat, “Stick to shaking your ass, you pathetic bitch.” The crowd parted as Sarah walked away, with her head high, leaving Jessica motionless on the floor, and the night’s victor undisputed.
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