Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. It was a gala event, televised in nearly a hundred different nations. World famous musicians of every kind were gathered, all wondering who would take home the awards. Up for Top Female Vocalist and Best Pop Song was the enviable Tyla Quinn. She was even nominated, surprisingly enough, for Best Country Song. It was true, her song `Out of Town Girls' was intended to have a country sound, but she hadn't thought it would be taken seriously enough for this. She had gotten a lot of praise and a number of congratulations. She had also gotten more than a reasonable amount of venom, particularly from the other nominees for Best Country Song. The loudest of her detractors was Rayleen Star, the current reigning country diva. Rayleen had already had a few anti-Tyla quotes in the press. Her annoyance with the young singer had become full fledged anger when Tyla was nominated. It only got worse when the Rayleen spotted her on the red carpet. Rayleen was a gorgeous sight, long light red hair and slim but curvy body in a black dress created by hot fashion designer, Tiffani Welinserth. It was, from the waist up flaunting her figure with only just a little bit of cleavage. It had one strap that was colored red with gold piping spiraled around it. The red line from the strap made it's way down in arc over her breast and then across her belly where it dove down the flowing skirt. That skirt of course was cut on one side to reveal one of Rayleen's spectacular legs. She felt no lack of attention even around other beautiful stars. Then she saw Tyla Quinn. Tyla's famously changing hair was a bright blue. To Rayleen, that would have been insulting enough. Disrespectful, she thought, to the occasion. The blue hair wasn't what set her off though. It was the dress. Tyla's dress was black, tight around the upper body, and looser around the legs, cut to reveal one leg. A red stripe running from the one strap around her body. It was the exact same Welinserth dress that Rayleen was wearing. "Where did you get that?," Rayleen fumed as she got close. An interviewer, microphone in hand, looked at the two ladies and commented, "The same dress? A bit embarrassing ladies!" Neither of the girls looked his way though both grew tenser at the smiling insult. The same dress was enraging to Rayleen and awkward to Tyla. What was truly embarrassing though, was about to come. Rayleen shouted, "Who the hell do you think you are stealing my dress? Tiffani designed this for me!" "I've known Tiffani for a long time," a slight fib, "and she designed it for me." Rayleen kept shouting, getting angrier with every word. Tyla said very little, just wishing the cameras would go away. Finally she had had enough. She just wished she had more wit. "Whatever, Rayleen. This is ridiculous." "Don't you walk away from me you little no talent strumpet!" As she threw this last insult, Rayleen grabbed the bottom of Tyla's dress on the side that was open. The country star threatened, "I'll show you who's dress it is!" She ripped upwards, causing the slit in the dress to tear further up Tyla's side and exposing some of Tyla's ass. "HEY! Stop!" "Still like thongs, huh?," Rayleen said, in reference to the famous striparazzi photos. She pulled the dress up, angling for the cameras as Tyla tried to get away without tearing her clothes any further. As Tyla's cheeks came more and more into view, Rayleen mocked her, "There's that tattoo! Who wants to kiss her there!" "AAAAHH!" Tyla turned red as her bum was bared again for the public. Cameras all over were taking pictures and video, many getting well timed close ups, some of which would even make the tattoo legible : `Kiss Me Here'. The fact was, many spectators would love to do as the tattoo suggested. This wasn't any comfort to Tyla who twisted in place, ripping her dress further. She was able to get one hand on the back of it and she forced it partway down, not enough to cover her completely though. She pushed Rayleen away and stood uncertain for a moment. Rayleen still had a handful of her dress so retreat wasn't really an option. Her first impulse was to retrieve her dress from her musical rival's grasp. Then a stronger impulse, out of character for the generally friendly and level headed girl, took over. She could get even. Rayleen was surprised when Tyla lunged at her, too surprised to move in time to avoid Tyla's grab for the strap at the top of her dress. For a moment, the girls struggled as each tried to avoid any damage to their clothing. That stalemate was only momentary though. The strap on Rayleen's dress tore loudly. The top of her dress came down, exposing a pair of beautiful tits. Rayleen shrieked. She threw a hand over her breasts but a lot of people and some cameras got a good look. With her other hand, Rayleen still had a grip on Tyla's dress. Tyla tried to make her let go as Rayleen struggled to keep her tits covered. After a moment it got to be too difficult for the country star, so she let go of Tyla and started pulling her dress back up. Tyla knew that she should walk away now that she had the chance, but she was just too mad. She grabbed Rayleen's dress and started to tear it back down. Rayleen managed with one hand to keep it just high enough to preserve her modesty. Grunting and straining, the two girls kept trying to get the other to be the most bare. Rayleen managed to get hold of Tyla's dress and it tore some more, the bottom being lifted up and away from her body. Tyla tried to pull away, but the cameras were getting some great bare butt shots again. "Little tramp!" "Stupid bitch!" "Are you blue all over now?" Rayleen shouted this as she managed to get a grip on Tyla's thong. Tyla tried to prevent this by yanking Rayleen's top back down. Rayleen was so determined now that she didn't cover. Humiliating as it was, she let her tits show to the crowd as she lifted Tyla's skirt with one hand and pulled at the thong with the other. It wasn't pulled off, but it was pulled away from Tyla's body and covered very little at all. Someone watching shouted, "Hey! It is blue!" Tyla shrieked in embarrassment, knowing that her bush was again on public display. It did indeed match her now blue hair. Tyla grabbed the thong as well, trying to pull it out of Rayleen's grip. As they struggled, Tyla's oddly attractive blue bush was getting a lot of attention. Probably no more than Rayleen's amazing breasts though. Rayleen had one arm covering her tits again but with the wrestling she was doing, she couldn't maintain that cover every moment and her pink nipples would peek out to the crowd and the cameras. Tyla managed to get free, but not in the way that she wanted. The thong tore and she fell backwards with an odd little squeal. Rayleen had kept a hold of that underwear and, with it torn, was able to slide it off that leg easily. As Tyla staggered back to her feet, Rayleen got a hold of her again. It wasn't the smart move on her part. Tyla was finally angry to the point that she was determined not to lose. Rayleen was trying, and succeeding, at pulling Tyla's skirt up to give the crowd more blue beaver shots. Tyla, though embarrassed, ignored that and grabbed a hold of Rayleen's dress where it had fallen at her waist. With her other hand, Tyla pushed the country star backward. Rayleen couldn't stay covered as she stopped her fall. She also couldn't keep Tyla from quickly pulling the tattered remains of her dress down her body, past her hips and around her knees. Her legs weren't really bound, but it made it difficult to get back up. Difficult enough that Tyla was able to straddle her before she had the chance. Tyla grabbed Rayleen's wrists and held them to the ground, giving everyone a perfect view of the country star's lovely little tits. "Let go! Get off!," Rayleen demanded. Then she realized just how many people were staring at her exposure. She squealed, then screamed. When Tyla let her arms go, Rayleen covered her breasts and stared, shocked at the crowd that was smiling and cheering and whistling. Tyla wasn't done. She had never been so angry before and she wanted satisfaction. Before Rayleen got a hold of herself enough to try to escape, Tyla had a hand on her panties and was pulling down hard. Rayleen protested, "No! NO!" She sat up and tried to get a grab of her purloined panties, giving everyone another great shot of one pretty titty. She wasn't fast enough though. Tyla had them out of her reach and down her legs. Rayleen turned over and started to scramble away, in the process departing from her underwear and gown completely. That underwear slowed her up just enough for Tyla to grab an ankle. After a short but furious struggle, Tyla had Rayleen turned back over. Tyla straddled her, facing Rayleen's legs. Rayleen tried to push her off feebly with one hand while covering her bosom with the other. It just wasn't effective. Tyla had her trapped so that everyone could see that lovely red triangle of bush. Though not as hot a topic as Tyla's hair, it was wondered whether or not Rayleen was a real read head. Now everyone knew. Everyone oohed and aahed and cameras got a great view that would be preserved forever. Rayleen felt so helpless that she couldn't do much more than bring her legs up to try to cover. Tyla took advantage of this to put her hands between Rayleen's knees and force those legs apart, letting everyone see right in between. Rayleen shrieked so highly that it did even her famous voice proud. Camera flashes went off and a great view of country star pussy would soon make the news. It was at this point that security finally intervened and broke the celebrity rivals apart. They were both hustled away in different directions, a coat being supplied to the stark naked Rayleen. The question would be asked later why it was that it took so long for the fracas to be ended. Not much of an answer would be given by the event's coordinators or security but that story was really just a footnote. What made all the headlines was the cat fight and the resultant nudity. Neither singer won the award they both coveted. Still, their moment together overshadowed the entire evening. Their managers would assure them both that this could only help their sales, not that either of them found it worthwhile. Tyla went through news stories in print, on TV and online. She made certain to send anything really embarrassing to Rayleen. Several copies of each one. Every day. More often than not, the nudity was blurred or covered but not always. Rayleen almost felt ill at the way her not quite calculated spat had gone so horribly wrong. She was haunted by headlines that read, `Red Carpet Rumble', `Evening Gown Throw Down' and even `Red Carpet on the Red Carpet'. Such is the price of a celebrity feud.