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16 July 2011 Shay Mitchell vs Laura Vandervoort

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Apartment House Wrestling

Posted by simguy on 7/16/2011, 5:42 pm

LAURA, THINKING: 10 MINUTES PRIOR TO GO-TIME

She'd overheard a young man say this about Shay:

"Seriously - her face when she's hurt is exquisite. She got punched in the stomach by Lohan in her last fight...and I just felt like cradling Shay in my arms, and sending Lilo out to get 40 lashes for touching Mitchell. You'll see!"

'Yes, we will see', thought Laura. The man was good looking, young...she'd seen him pull up in a Maserati with a pretty girl: he mattered here. She couldn't dismiss the young man's impressions of Shay Mitchell out of hand. He was the type that usually fell hard for Laura at these things.

It was an unsettling thought.

Laura wandered the carpeted penthouse in her baby blue bikini; nodding to guests and smiling demurely - always friendly, never off-putting - but inviting no conversation. She was always nervous before a fight: couldn't manage small talk. She wanted time to focus.

She could see Shay in her bright yellow bikini chatting to a small group of men and women; caught Mitchell glancing at her over a man's shoulder. Laura held her gaze and felt butterflies fluttering in her tummy: Shay was really pretty - and not in the usual way for apartment wrestlers. She was pretty in the way Laura was pretty: looks that intimidated, but didn't spook people. Shay liked to be liked: so did Laura. That was the way both worked a room. Friendly on the outside: iron on the inside.

'I'll hurt you,' Laura said with her eyes. 'And I'll make sure nobody wants to cradle you to safety. I'll make sure they want to see me in charge of you. Promise.'

LAURA ON CARPET, HAVING TROUBLE.

Shay sat heavily on Laura's chest again, her knees up around Laura's armpits: schoolgirl pin. Shay's hands had hold of both Laura's wrists: she slammed the blonde's hands down above her head, leaning forward to grin into Laura's face. Soft, lustrous black hair dangled down Shay's right shoulder, brushing at Laura's cheek. The touch of it made Laura snarl, and gulp her hips in retaliation.

Shay rode it out this time: Laura was getting tired from constantly being mounted in schoolgirl...she was breathing hard, and Mitchell was having an easier and easier time staying in the saddle.

At the start, Laura could easily buck and writhe Shay off to either side, but the brunette had played it perfectly. Each time, her long tanned legs would scissor up high on Laura's ribcage, crushing the wind from her as the girls lay on their sides.

Mitchell always had control of Laura's hands, grabbing them at the wrists; holding them like trophies.

Sometimes, holding Laura's wrists, Shay would put her knuckles together near her own breasts, just holding Laura captive and letting legs do work on ribs. Laura groaned and made grimacing faces: her own long, supple legs bicycled and thrashed on carpet.

Shay made sure to torment Laura in these moments with little hardworking grins and lots of brown-on-blue eye contact. The pretty brunette was never malevolent or mean here: it never came across as Catherine Zeta Jones torturing some poor blonde...it was just Shay owning Laura and loving it. People responded to that: they applauded Mitchell and thought she looked prettier than she had at the start of the bout.

Only Laura knew differently. She could see the exultation behind those pretty eyes. She could see it, and hate it.

Sometimes Shay would wrap her arms around Laura's shoulders and hold her close while crushing her ribs in scissor. Laura would groan, her face pinched in agony - her hands in between the two bodies, pushing on Shay's tummy or ribs. Laura struggled and struggled - of course she did - but Shay was so calm, just wrapping and re-wrapping her arms around Laura's sweat-slicked shoulders; controlling Laura's head. Then, when Laura tired, Shay wrestled the blonde onto her back and re-established the school girl, re-capturing Laura's wrists and slamming her hands down into the carpet.

Shay would smile down prettily at Laura. Laura would whine, buck, and writhe - her exquisite body and legs working SO HARD, all the time, while Shay stayed relaxed and calm.

Over time, Laura's movements became less and less explosive. She was having a harder and harder time twisting her wrists free of Shay's grasp.

Until now: Laura bucked-and-rolled...and Shay rode it out, sitting back down hard to maintain her schoolgirl pin. Some wag in the audience shouted "schoolgirl crush" and everyone laughed.

Everyone except Laura.

SHAY POURS IT ON.

Laura was whining.

Shay smiled prettily down at her, controlling the blonde's wrists from the mount. Then, methodically, Shay took Laura's left wrist and pulled it up and across the blonde's throat: transferred command to the left hand and pushing down. Repeating with Laura's right hand - Shay pulled THAT arm across and resecured the wrist in her own right hand. Smiling, she pushed down hard to choke poor Laura with the blonde's own arms.

Black hair brushed at Laura's cheek.

Laura shut her eyes tight: pushed her feet into carpet as hard as she could.

Blonde hair spilled off Laura's face in a smooth, damp mass about her head. Her distressed face shone tanned and flawless. She made little grunting noises of effort as her knees flopped side to side. Shay just snuggled her buns into Laura's breasts and kept the weight on blonde upper chest.

"Give." Shay said. "I gotchoo."

Laura gasped; "Choking..."

"I know: give!"

"NUH!"

Shay pushed down harder with her hands, trying to black Laura out entirely, but it didn't seem to be working. So, she scootched forward in her seat, bringing her bronzed knees up to brace Laura's face, using them to trap Laura's hands and keep that cut-throat choke in position.

So now Shay's hands were free.

Shay leaned forward, crouching low over Laura. Shay's left hand pushed gently back on the collected elbows while her right hand covered Laura's mouth such that the pinky curled across Vandervoort's perfect nose, and the thumb wrapped her delicate chin.

Laura moaned and writhed, her eyes shut tight, head trying to work side to side.

Shay smiled, her mouth open as if cooing "awww" in mock sympathy.

Shay adjusted her weight and released the hand smother. Making a closed fist with her right hand, she pounded a hammer-fist blow square into the middle of Laura's forehead. Not super hard...but Laura wouldn't want to take dozens of blows like that. Shay hit her again, then again, looking at Laura in between each hit to gauge the effect.

"Give?" Shay asked.

Laura struggled.

"I'll just keep smothering and pounding you," Shay said, using the heel of her right hand to pound at Laura's forehead. "Give to me."

Laura: "MUHN!"

Shay sat up a little - raising her right hand up and out to the right, the hand held in an open, flat paddle. "Can I slap her from here?" Shay asked into the crowd. The host was about to answer, but none other than Charlize Theron herself said: "If she can't stop you, you take what's there, girl."

Shay didn't have to be told twice.

PAK! The right hand slapped across Laura's left eye - mostly fingertips as Shay's knees were partially in the way of a good paintbrush stroke. But Laura got the idea.

"No..." Laura gasped.

PAK!

PAK!

PAK!

Shay kept slapping, grinning; slapping, grinning.

She didn't LOOK like Catherine Zeta Jones or Angelina torturing somebody...but she was enjoying Laura, no doubt about it. She just looked nice about it, somehow.

Laura squirmed, her own arms choking her.

Shay slapped her hand down upon Laura's forehead with a high, cracking blow - the hardest yet.

Laura pushed with legs weak on carpet.

"Stop hitting..." she mumbled. "Stop hitting..."

Shay beamed. With her friendly yet exotic features; her colour high from hard-working blonde-ownership; her lush black locks full and damp, cascading down across her right breast...she was as pretty then as anyone had ever seen an ingenue look. She sat up straight on Laura, her hands light on the blonde's upraised elbows, smiling out into the crowd.

Thing is, "Stop hitting" isn't the same as saying "I give" or "I quit" - words like that. Stop hitting is just a command, or wishful thinking. But it's not surrender.

When Laura toppled Shay and roared all the way back to wring a tearful submission from the starlet, Mitchell would think about that lesson for the rest of the night, and long into the morning. AFTER she woke up. Because Laura didn't let her knees get in the way of her slaps after Mitchell submitted. And when Laura slapped Shay to sleep? Nobody was thinking about cradling Mitchell to safety, and having Laura punished for it.

Nobody.