Melissa Joan Hart
Sarah Michelle GellarSarah gave a pained gasp as Melissa's kick was driven into her ribs, the impact flipping the embattled blonde over, from her belly onto her back. She lay on the penthouse floor, glazed eyes blinking up at the ceiling, chest heaving for breath, as her opponent sauntered in a circle around her, hands arrogantly on her hips. "What's the matter, 'Buffy'...you weren't expecting to be slayed tonight?" she said with a derisive tone. But for all of her seeming self-confidence, Melissa had to admit that this was one of the most grueling battles she had ever been in. The two blondes had brawled for nearly a full hour, much to the awe-struck delight of the spectators.
But Hart had managed to control the last few minutes up until now, and she put her adversary through the proverbial wringer. And with Gellar seemingly on the verge of conquest, her rival couldn't resist lording over her. "You never impressed me much back when you were so hot," Melissa sneered. "And you impressed me even less tonight." Sarah's only reply was a low, anguished mewl.
Pulling her right leg back, Hart aimed another bone-crunching kick at her prone opponent's side. But even as she unleashed the kick, Gellar had a sudden burst of life, rolling over to her side. The ball of Melissa's foot just barely gazed her target's flesh, but it was so slick with sweat, Hart's leg shot upward, and the momentum sent her toppling backward to the carpet. Fueled by adrenalin, Gellar got to all fours and scrambled atop her startled foe, momentarily blinding her with a rake of the nails across her eyes. That left Melissa compliant for what her adversary had in mind next.
Rolling Hart over onto her belly, Gellar stood up and bent over, bending Melissa's legs back at the knees while Sarah stepped her feet into the back of her rival's knees, then hooking Melissa's feet around Sarah's calves. Grabbing her rival's wrists, Gellar sat back onto the floor, pulling Hart's body up onto her knees. Releasing the wrists and clasping her hands under the blonde's chin, Sarah executes a textbook Romero Chinlock. Melissa yowls in torment, her bare breasts, glistening with perspiration, thrust upward. Her arms flail, seemingly incapable of making the effort to try and pry the hands around her chin off.
Still, despite the pain, Melissa refuses to submit...which suits Sarah just fine, since she never asks for a submission. She simply keeps the hold in place as the last dregs of her opponent's strength ebbs away, and from her labored breathing it becomes clear that the pain is driving her to the edge of semi-consciousness. It is only then that Gellar releases her hold. Hart flops face-first to the floor, her face buried in the plush rug as she gives a low moan. Getting to her knees behind her foe, Sarah pulls the rag doll body of Melissa back up to her knees, and then snakes her arms around her head, locking on a Rear Naked Choke (well, semi-naked, as Gellar is still clad in her bikini briefs). Hart gurgles, her body trembling as her face purples, and then she goes completely limp. Letting her rival go and pushing her onto her back, Gellar rises up, plants a foot between Melissa's breasts, and strikes her victory pose. Looking down at her slumbering opponent, now it's Sarah's turn to taunt: "So much for the magic, huh witch?"
