Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter
With a tremendous burst of raw power...made all the more impressive by how utterly spent and exhausted both battlers are following their more than thirty minute long brawl...Abigail scoops up Ariel, lifts her into the air, and returns her to the carpeted floor with a spine-jarring bodyslam. Badly dazed, the brunette lay there, glassy eyes staring up at the ceiling as her chest heaves for breath, ripe to be finished off.
Every the showwoman, Breslin opts for a spectacular...and high-risk...maneuver to bring an end to the match and finish off her rival. She climbs up upon a nearby leather sofa, her feet sinking into the plush cushion as she steadies herself. Bending her knees, she then leaps into the air, aiming her voluptuous form as a missile of destruction down upon the prone Winter. It was a match ending move to be certain...and it undoubtedly would have succeeded, if only Ariel had remained where she was.
Amazingly, the raven-haired beauty was able to command her battered buxom body to roll out of the way at the very last instant. The result was the Abigail, eyes sudden wide as saucers with panic, belly flopped onto the floor. Her body bounced once, then lay face down for several long moments. Finally, with a stunned groan she slowly rolled over onto her back, but that was the most she was physically able to do.
Pushing herself with every last dreg of power she had left, Breslin first got up to her hands and knees, then awkwardly stood up, her trembling legs threatening to buckle beneath her at any time. Victory was hers for the taking now, but she was also as much of a showwoman as her nemesis, and she understood the value of a spectacular finish. And what could be better than triumphing over the blonde in a game of 'Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better'?
Now Ariel climbs up on the sofa, but she doesn't stop on the cushion...she carefully scales up onto the armrest, giving her even more of a height position to strike from. Without hesitation, she flung herself into the air. Breslin's watery eyes focused upon the curvaceous body hurtling down toward her, and she frantically tried to make her own body move out of the way. But while the spirit was willing, the flesh was simply too weak. The blonde was ground zero for a bodysplash that echoed with a wet thud throughout the penthouse. The impact drove Abigail to the brink of unconsciousness; Ariel too was struggling not to black out. But the brunette was finally, if agonizingly slowly, able to push herself upright, and she planted a foot upon the chest of her beaten arch-rival to claim her victory.
