"SHE'S FINISHED!"Here are some quick shots, set in the final moments of a match. The setting is my alternate reality, where celebrity actresses compete in the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance.
There's no back-and-forth struggling here...each beauty is at the moment of being overwhelmed and devastated by her nemesis! Oh, and this is definitely a day in which the bad girls win.
I hope you enjoy it.
Aly Michalka vs Michelle Trachtenberg
Michelle was quite likely regretting wearing gear with a plunging neckline, as the V-shaped exposure of her skin made for an inviting target, an R.S.V.P. which Aly happily accepted. With her right fist, she slammed a blow directly between her opponent's breasts, the Heartpunch staggering Trachtenberg with a pained moan.
Moments later, Michalka smashed home another such blow, resulting in her victim's eyes going glassy and her legs wobbling as she struggled to remain coherent and upright. The crowd was baying with fury now, enraged that the arrogant blonde was subjecting the beloved Trachtenberg to such a devastating barrage.
The blonde smirked and gave her fist a kiss, and then threw another devastating heartpunch to Michelle's chest. Aly turned away from her victim and toward the television cameras, beaming a smug smile as she held her hands out to her sides as if to say, "Admit it, I'm awesome!" The angry roar of the crowd was deafening now, but Michalka acted as if they were cheering her, sneeringly blowing kisses to the audience. Meantime, Michelle...her eyes now dull and uncomprehending... swayed uncertainly on her feet, and then toppled backward like a felled tree. She lay there starfished on the canvas, unmoving save for some spasmodic twitches, as Aly now returned her attention to her opponent, walking over to the brunette's side.
Not even bothering to drop down to cover her rival, the blonde arrogantly placed a boot upon Michelle's fast-bruising chest, then with a smirk buffed the fingernails of her right hand against the strap of her own suit and examined them, as if she wasn't even bothering to pay attention to her fallen foe. The referee made the three count and called for the bell, and medics placed Trachtenberg on a litter to carry her from the ring, the devastated victim of wrestling's self-proclaimed "Heartbreaker".
Kat Dennings vs Keeley Hazell
Kat's head lolled from side to side, her face drenched with perspiration and her eyes growling glassy as a low mewl escaped her lips.
Keely just smiled and purred, "
What's the matter, luv...those girls of yours can't take it?" Kat's only response was a gurgling moan. The blonde Brit had the American snared tightly in a bearhug, their bosoms pancaking against each other. But Dennings was the one suffering, as her own 34DDs were pushed against her lungs, preventing her from drawing a decent breath. Between her gasps for air and the pain of the boa-like bearhug, the brunette's remaining strength quickly ebbed, and her body grew weaker.
Finally her eyes fluttered shut, and with a sobbing sigh, her head fell back. The referee lifted her right arm
once...twice...thrice...and all three times it fell limp, revealing that Kat had been squeezed into semi-consciosness.
The bell clanged to end the match, and with a self-satisfied chuckle, Hazell let her defeated rival go, sending Dennings collapsing to the canvas in a heap. Keeley cupped her hands under her breasts to give them a little push up...to signify her claim that her 'girls' had proven themselves superior...and then she raised and flexed her arms as she beamed a happy smile., much to the vocal discontent of the fans.
Lacey Chabert vs Emily Osment
Lacey held out for what to her seemed like an eternity. Trapped in Emily's Boston Crab, the brunette howled in ear-piercing anguish as her spine was agonizingly twisted, her eyes wide with panic as she frantically reached out for the ropes, only to find her grasp fell mere inches too short...but it may as well have been miles. That eternity was all of twenty seconds before Chabert began shrieking,
"STOP! I GIVE UP! LET ME GO!" and wildly slapped her palm to the mat to signal her submission.
The referee called for the bell and commanded Osment to release her hold...but the blonde merely gave one of her signature smirks and applied even more pressure to the back-rending hold. She'd been predicting for weeks that she would destroy Lacey in the ring, and she was going to savor it for as long as possible. The arena exploded with a deafening roar of boos and catcalls for her viciousness, but she ignored the rabble.
The ref again ordered her to break the hold, and then began counting
"ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...F...." Even as the final word began to escape his lips, Emily at last let go of her victim's quivering legs, freeing her in the veritable last instant before certain disqualification.
The brunette sobbed and moaned face-down on the canvas, her right hand reaching behind to clutch her throbbing lower back. Emily, still smirking, placed a boot on her beaten rival's rear end and hissed at the official,
"Raise my arm!" Which he grudgingly did to signify her victory.
