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23 October 2011 Neve Campbell vs Ona Grauer

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Random Wrestling

Posted by simguy on 10/23/2011, 12:12 pm

NEVE/ONA GRAUER

Undisclosed location...small gymnasium - below ground level as windows near the roof look out onto a field. Cinderblock walls painted a very pale green; hardwood gym floors covered by wrestling mats.

Neve: sturdy red wrestling bottoms (like a cheerleader spanky, or full coverage, very sturdy swimsuit bottom), no top; black wrestling shoes with white socks rolled down.

Ona: Baby blue wrestling bottoms; no top; navy wrestling shoes with white socks rolled down.

Girls drenched in sweat - leaving sweaty streaks and pools on the mats...thermostat really cranked up in the room: windows foggy with condensation. Wooden double doors closed - it's just the two women fighting under hard fluorescent lights.

We're well into it by now - both fighters plodding with exhaustion.

Neve's on her belly, propped up on elbows, head bowed. Shoulder length hair glossy black, shiny with sweat, clamping to her shoulders - bangs hanging down across her eyes. Lips're parted - she's battling pain, fatigue.

Ona's squatting down on the back of Neve's right leg (facing Neve's buns/back/head). Ona's face flushed - thick, shoulder length blonde hair frizzy and dense from sweat. She's got left hand on her left knee - punching down into the meat of Neve's hamstring with choppy, flat-knuckle rights. PAK! PAK! PAK! then she lifts her left, punches it into meat, then back to the right hand repeat business.

Neve just lying on her belly, eyes shut, grimacing. Moist smacking sound of punches on meat echoing off cinderblock walls. Ona's panting breath punctuating the work. Drops of sweat falling from Neve's chin/nose, landing with faint tapping noises on mat.

Neve groans, rolls to her right - bringing that left leg up and over to push-kick Ona off. Grauer gets her hands up, throws Neve's leg aside: now Neve's on her back, legs outstretched, Ona still squatting down upon the trapped right leg. PAK! PAK! PAK! Ona hacking away righty on right quad - occasionally punching down with the left - her breasts jaunty upon her chest, swinging in time to the work.

Neve: propped up on elbows - tummy quivering, breasts flattened to the sides; waistband of her trunks cutting into hip and belly flesh. Face flushed - black hair hanging damp down behind her shoulders. Face pinched in pain - she's SO worn out - just lying there on her elbows as Ona reduces her.

Grimacing, Neve sits up, reaching her right hand to her thigh to break up the punching. Ona crimps her lips - grabbing Neve's right wrist in her left hand. Neve whines - reaching in her left hand to Ona's left wrist: Ona's right brushes that hand away as girls tussle from the awkward seated position.

Ona pulls on Neve's right arm, then slugs her a shoving right to the heart! Campbell sobs out, falls back...she's lying on her back, eyes shut tight, face to the ceiling, hands around her head, palms up...slowly she presses her hands to her breasts, trying to rally.

Ona: (panting - hands on knees - licking lips) "Give."

Neve: (groaning) "No!"

Ona: "This is crazy - look at you. Give!"

Neve: "Never."

Ona pounds away on the right quad - three rights, two lefts, 4,5,6 rights, a left...then she's spent - hands on knees, huffing and puffing.

Neve laying her back, arms crossed against her face, just gutting this out.

Ona gets up gingerly - arching her back, walking unsteadily with hands on hips. She heads to the double doors - pushes them open.

We follow her up a couple of steps to a long room with ping pong tables, tiled floor: it's possibly a lunch room in an old high school - though no tables and chairs.

Ona goes to a pair of jeans left in a pile - rifles the pockets for some change. She heads to a pop machine - plunks in coins for a bottle of water. She tips her head back, sweat-streaked throat gulping as she takes down half the bottle in one long swig.

Holding the cold plastic to her warm face, Ona heads back to the gymnasium. She pulls the doors open: there's Neve in the same spot, sitting up, massaging her right thigh with her left hand, right hand on mat behind her, supporting her weight. Neve's face pinched in pain: it's clear she couldn't stand if she wanted to.

Ona walks over, stands nearby, taking time to finish the bottle with a series of long, slow swigs - tossing the empty plastic aside. Neve groans, rolls onto her right knee, but no farther as Ona pushes in chest to chest, bodying Neve flat onto her back again.

Ona squats on that outstretched right leg - pushing both hands on the quad as she settles her weight...then she reaches her hands to take Neve's right wrist, tugging her to an upright seat.

Ona squirms a little closer, squatting her weight on her haunches and on Neve's right thigh - her left arm around Neve's right shoulder, supporting Neve in her back. Campbell panting - her right arm looping around Ona's waist, her right hand instinctively fisting around Grauer's waistband above the rump.

And Ona starts plowing in righty.

Thick, digging brutality - Ona's lips crimped tight as she rams home the work, holding Neve close. Campbell shuddering under the beefy impacts - thick white torso just sponging up the spank. Neve's face comes to rest against Ona's bare breasts: the jugs soft and warm as loaves of bread fresh from the oven. Neve's out - eyes closed, lips pouting in slumber...Ona just working thick and methodical, pumping in the hurt.

Finally, Ona stops giving it to Neve, allowing Campbell to flop back onto her back, head lolling to the right.

Ona: "Fine: don't give." Grauer pushes up off the steaming heap of brunette, achilly heading to the exit as Neve lies in stupor.