Three to one, Aubrey Plaza beat Rose Leslie. After losing the stomach competition Rose just couldn’t recover and Aubrey realized she had taken a massive step here but when she pushed Rose verbally then Rose snapped.
Rose Leslie knocked Aubrey Plaza out cold. Rose kicked Aubrey in the face and was being escorted out while Aubrey was being carried out and looked after “Tell her that was me putting respect on my name and she knows where to find me.”
They had both nearly out and Rose screamed
“If you were better than me than Janet would have come looking for a rematch.” Rose was disgusted with losing and cheapshotting Aubrey but something else was taking over “You want me to prove things than fine I FUCKING WILL” Rose then broke away and got to Aubrey “I told you this ends with you on your back and here you are on your back. Next time it ends with you on your back too I’m tired of not being considered great”
Camilla Belle and Emmy Rossum didn’t care about Rose’s tantrum or w… They didn’t care about anything but finding hat Aubrey would do when she was conscious. They were here to find out who was better at individual talents. They were walking around the fighting mat and after a full lap they made eye contact.
They jumped up and walked straight at each other stared directly into the other eyes then backed up “This what you really want.” Camilla asked
“Is it what I want no... its what we both need… WE fought to a god damn draw and in the first fight I beat you up worse than anyone but.”
“I won and you can’t deny I beat you just like I can’t deny what happened in the rematch so yeah we need this and find out the body stuff.”
They stood a foot apart both ready for all the battles and fearing their reputations. Both women were always on a collision course for each other but proving that one’s body was truly better than the others would be soul crushing.
The wheel was brought in and they turned to look at it. The wheel seemed to take longer, and both were eager for any contest. Body to body contact or physical harm they wanted anything then the first contest was picked. Hands free tit fight.
“Ladies for this it has “
“Skin” Emmy said
“On skin” Camilla finished
They stood five feet apart looking at the other for ten seconds then stepped two feet back and removed their tops. They had on sports bras so that was removed as well. They stood back up and sized the other up convinced that their chest would win this. Then Camilla and Emmy put their hands behind their backs and officials zip tied their hands
A circle highlighted in the middle. “So, the rules here as its not breast boxing is similar to a sumo contest. You push the other with your breasts on her breasts. The first one pushed outside the circle and more specifically her half of the circle as you can see there is a line in the middle. Camilla this is your side. If Emmy pushes, you out anywhere on this semi circle she wins. Emmy this is your side and same thing. Do you both understand?”
“Yes” “Yes”
“Then when your tits touch it begins.”
They stood not that far apart but not quite touching, so they felt miles away. “Ok I guess they expect us to say something else.”
“There is nothing we can say to each other that we haven’t already said or thought about saying. Now we are here and its time.” Emmy replied
Five seconds of silence then a deep breath bringing the chest upward and a step forward and tits went into tits. Emmy was quick to turn and nearly put Camilla outside which would have been super embarrassing to Belle to lose that quick.
There was nothing in the rules to stop Camilla from stepping away. So, she disengaged with a small back step and a shuffle step to her right. It nearly sent Emmy outside now, but she recovered “Its allowed.” The voice said and Emmy moved to the opposite side facing Camilla. “I had you.”
“Then why are we still in here.”
“I really do respect you Emmy… You are my greatest opponent.” The way they acted showed that both had that respect. They matched up well and knew it this was a true battle of wits vs body.
“We’re here because of how we match up. How many of them would just keep engaged but we both tried techniques. Camilla Belle you are something special at this but this is not just a fight its about what we have up here as much as what we’ve been blessed with.”
“Come on we reengage and when its over we will talk again about what we are vs what they are.”
“Ready” Camilla said, and Emmy nodded and they met hands behind the back pressing twisting and trying to make the other stop.
Their equality on display. They flattened each other out and now were trying to get underneath to lift up on the other but both had the same idea and technique. This could be a Ashley/Laura situation but these two were determined and also getting sweatier. This could come down to who slips first and it likely would.
Emmy felt the slip coming and tried to change her footing. Camilla stepped forward on that and that was enough for Emmy to slip and fall and Camilla was right behind her “Ok that was close. Can we …” Camilla wanted to rest but stood up and then Emmy popped up.
All security was on high alert as they stared the other down. The tensions were high then Emmy nodded and backed away. She acknowledged Camilla had gotten her on that one and walked to the wheel.
Camilla walked over and Emmy shook her hand both were calmed down and again they had a contest that either could have won, and the loser was a mere moment away from winning. Both women stayed cordial but tense throughout everything. No words just eye contact and Camilla reached and spun
Finger pushing.
Camilla and Emmy nodded… Stopped looked at each other and back at the board then back at each other “What is that?” Camilla asked and Emmy laughed she never knew
They laughed. As much as they despised the other there was a mutual respect here . they knew their equality and that their fights went the way they went because they had similar moves and instincts to go along with the ame build and age.
You press fingers.
Only power comes from finger tips to wrist
You push until one says enough
Thumbs are optional.
“Do you want to go to some special a rea or just do this in front of the wheel.” Camilla asked
“Why bother moving. I don’t think this one will last long, its to weird”
The two squared up sized each other up and gave a nod. Right hands went up to shoulder then another nod and the left hand slowly came up then stopped. They lowered both hands and wiped them in the ass and brought them up. Another eye contact and a deep breath it was time to begin.
Contact was made a deep breath then the pushing started. They groaned right away.
Emmy would push then Camilla pushed back. Emmy thought about quitting breathed it out pushed back and Camilla was going to let go but knew Emmy fought back so she took a deep breath tried to push back but couldn’t and Emmy pushed even harder, so Camilla let go.
They massaged their fingers and Camilla did a little jump “Fuck sakes… How close were you to quitting… GOD DAMN THIS HURTS”
“What a contest… My fingers are on fire. Can you all give us a break before we spin for the next.” Emmy asked and Camilla agreed.
The two walked around the area. Stretching fingers and trying to get rid of the pain. Two contests done and Emmy was up one. She wins next she was done with this and hopefully a 3-1 win meant this was over with Camilla Belle. Camilla knew looking over that Emmy needed that third win without her getting a second. This was more professional than personal. She didn’t hate Emmy, but she had to defeat her.”
They both walked back and shook hands took a deep breath. Then squeezed hands “This might be the next contest.” Camilla said and Emmy laughed so they let go.
Emmy got two hands on the wheel in the 12 and 3 o’clock position and gave it a mighty spin. “Honestly the big one I don’t want is us to claw each other. Crotch or tits.”
