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26 September 2011 Demi Lovato vs Samia Smith

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Posted by Archer on 9/26/2011, 5:19 pm

 

A BBU/Foxfire Atlantic Apartment House Wrestling Adventure

Site: Black Swan Hall, Cardiff, Wales UK

Samia Smith in a brand-new raincoat took a cab over to the brand new Headquarters of the Foxfire Atlantic Boxing Ltd which turned out to be quiet suburban estate called “Black Swan Hall” on the outskirts of Cardiff. She was greeted at the front door of the manor house by Demi Lovato, her prospective opponent who was wearing a red silk robe with the name DEMI across the back in golden letters.

“I’m sorry hardly anyone else is here,” Demi said apologetically. “The rest of them are off to North London for some Lioness Club card at the KO Club. That a real place?”

“It’s a real place,” Samia assured her stepping into the foyer. “And this is quite a place. A bit showy if you ask me.”

“Yeah, but Kate says wants to us to project an image of ‘class and style’. So we get to workout in rooms with carved woodwork and stained glass windows--at least some of them are,” Demi said sheepishly. “Honestly, I’d have settled for a regular gym as long as it had a clean locker room and good equipment.”

“Well, luv, it’s just one of the burdens you FAB girls will have to labour under,” Samia said with a smirk.

“Yeah, it’s a hard life but we’re managing,” Demi said leading Samia through the establishment. “I’ll give you the dollar tour and then we’ll end up in the AHW room.”

“No problem, but I have to tell you, I’m itching to get at you,” Samia said. “You may have won that boxing match--but I’m getting you on the carpet.”

“You know, Smitty, your big weakness is that you’re just too cocky,” Demi said.

“Why, Demi-wit, you say the nicest things,” Samia said, “I’ll just have to get you to yell ‘SAMIA SMITH IS THE SUPERIOR FIGHTER’.”

“We’ll see about that--you do remember this is for the suits we’re wearing?” Demi asked. “I got on my red one with white trim,? (She opened her robe and posed prettily).

“Oh, I was supposed to wear something?” Sami said blankly. “I thought this was an Ultimate Surrender match.”

“I am NOT about to lick your--”

“Just joking, kitten, just joking,” Sami said opening her raincoat to reveal a sexily cut one-piece with high-cut hips and plunging neckline, “I got a new one, too.”

“Very nice,” Demi said “it’ll look great on me. Ah, here we are: the AHW room. it’s not fancy, but I think you’ll approve.”

She threw open a double doors and revealed a room 30 x 40 lined with mirrors. Overhead were more mirrors and an overhead light fixture. A thick pile carpet covered the room Samia looked at all the mirrors.

“Nothing fancy, eh?” She said drily. “Where are the cameras. I know there are cameras.”

Demi smiled: “Hidden away in light fixtures and the like. You needn’t worry, you and I have the final word if anyone gets to see the results.”

Sami threw off her raincoat and kicked off her slippers: “They could broadcast it live for all I care. You are going to learn to worship me, my girl.”

Demi took off her robe and slippers: “You are not going to give up on the Ultimate Surrender thing, are you? The answer is still no--but how about some foot kissing in addition to the suit surrender?”

Samia smiled: “You are cute when you get all pleading all that. All right, all right, I’ll take that sexy suit of yours while you kiss my toes here and express your realization of my fighting superiority.”

“You are so sure I am going to do being all the groveling?” Demi asked.

“You beat me boxing, Demi-wit--this is something entirely different,” Sami declared marching up close to her rival, so close their breasts were near to brushing.

“Sorry, Smitty,” Demi said not moving and looking Sami right in the eyes. “You’re going to lose to me at wrestling too!”

“That so?” Samia said, then like a cobra she seized Demi by the shoulders and drove her knee up into the American girl’s crotch.

Demi let out a wail of pain and her knees buckled so that she was leaning against Samia, her chin the British blonde’s shoulder. Suddenly Samia dropped to both knees and Demi’s jaw bounced off the shoulder as burst of light and pain filled her head.. Samia let her topple onto her back.

“Sorry luv, but there was nothing in our agreement about WHEN the match starts,” Samia chuckled and moved over to start stomping her bare foot on Demi’s vulnerable body, but she had only stomped the American girl’s thighs when suddenly her descending ankle was intercepted and twisted violently.

With a yelp of surprise Samia toppled over her erstwhile victim and landed on all fours, but her ankle was still firmly in the grasp of Demi Lovato.

“Bytch!” Demi exploded. “That was a dirty thing to do.”

Samia groaned as Demi sought revenge on her right ankle, but looking back she realized an opportunity and sent her left foot shooting back. The mule kick caught Demi squarely on the chin and she toppled backwards as her brain again exploded in stars. Samia rolled to her feet and headed for the fallen American who was trying to push herself up by her elbows. Samia turned and shot a thrust kick into Demi’s sternum (an easy target since it was at the top of V of her red and white suit’s neckline. Demi’s back bounced off the carpeting. Now Samia reached down and pulled her up by the hair, bent Demi over and drover her knee up into the American’s breasts beating them like a drum as the trapped brunette squealed in pain and outrage.

Demi then threw her arms around Samia and drove her back across the room until Sami found her back colliding with many of the mirrors. Demi was now free of the hair hold and stepped back to use several hand chops to belabor Samia’s melons. As a final touch she slammed Samia back against the mirror and gave the British girl a taste knee in the crotch. Samia let out a moan.

“That sounds so good,” Demi hissed into Samia’s ear, “I’ll do it again.”

Samia suddenly lunged forward off the mirror and locked her hands with Demi. The two swayed back and forth in a strange sort of dance until Sami managed to snake her right foot around Demi’s left ankle causing her to trip. Demi landed hard on her butt and Samia rammed a knee into her chin which dropped the American flat on her back. Samia stomped her rival’s chest and belly a few times to keep her dazed, then dropped down onto the carpet and put Demi’s right leg in a figure four leglock applying ruthless pressure that had the younger girl’s face twisted in pain.

“That must really hurt,” Samia commented, “you can just say ‘I give’ and I’ll let you go.”

“No--!” Demi panted and suddenly lunged forward driving her forearm into Samia’s mouth and nose. Samia reeled back her hands up at her face.

Demi then clawed Samia’s legs to force enough release from the figure-4 to escape. She scrambled to her feet and retreated, massaging her right knee. The British girl was on her knees still holding her face.

“If you’ve broken my nose--” Samia moaned.

“--You’ll probably look better,” Demi groaned, “You tried to take my knee out!”

“Too bad a didn’t!” Samia snarled trying to get to her feet.

Samia got to her feet just a little too late, Demi had circled in behind her, and applied a full nelson. Samia tried to escape by stomping Demi’s bare foot with her own, but Demi lifted her rival up off her feet and toppled forward. The Full Nelson Slam blew the air out of Samia’s lungs, not to mention ground her already swollen nose into the carpet, and she lay there limply.

From there, Demi moved into a Camel Clutch, squatting on Samia’s back and applying a chinlock. She then pulled her rival’s head and upper body back which put agonizing pressure on Samia’s lower spin. Demi added to Samia’s misery by reaching back, bunching up the back of her swimsuit into nice little wedgie which she yanked forward to draw fresh groans of agony from the trapped British girl.

“Now it’s your turn to say ‘I give’!” Demi hissed.

Samia cursed her roundly, but Demi simply tightened her holds until the tears were rolling down the blonde’s cheeks.

“I GIVE!” She shrieked.

Demi released the holds and Samia flopped forward. Demi gave her a little kick in the ribs.

“Get up and kiss my feet--it was your idea.” Demi ordered.

“Thought you were collecting suits,” Samia said getting to her knees.

“Oh I still want it, but you shouldn’t have sucker punched me. Now kiss my feet and say ‘DEMI LOVATO MADE ME QUIT.”

Sami gritted her teeth and kissed the feet, choking out: “Demi Lovato made me quit.”\

Demi grabbed Sami’s hair and twisted it: “Say it loud--like you mean it>“

“DEMI LOVATO MADE ME QUIT! SHE OWNS MY ASS!”

“Oh, I liked that last part,” Demi said.

“Good, because I’m gonna make YOU say it next time.”

Demi shrugged: “Okay, but get up and get out of that suit. It’s mine now.”

Samia shrugged her to feet and slithered out of the pink suit. Now nude, she handed it over to Demi who smiled broadly and got Samia’s raincoat.

“If you want you can borrow something of mine to get home in. I wouldn’t want the cops busting you.”

“The local police have a tolerant attitude when it comes to BBU girls--as you will learn the first time you have to go home in your birthday suit,” Samia said and pulled out her cellphone to call a taxi.

“You could take a shower here,” Demi offered. “I am sure even I could make you a cup of tea.”

“I’ll take the shower--but make that a beer--I need one after this one,” Samia said rubbing her aching back.

“You want to rematch?” Demi offered.

“We’ll talk about it. First that shower and then the beer,” Samia said sounding weary. “Then I want to see a copy of the fight.”

“Sure, once our film editor has a finished cut ready, we’ll stream it over to you,” Demi said as she led Samia to the door.

Demi wasn’t about to admit to the British girl, but it had been a tremendously exciting encounter for her and she secretly hope Samia would ask for a rematch. Maybe this time she would try that “Ultimate Surrender” Samia had so wanted...

 

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