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28 October 2011 Demi Lovato vs Samia Smith II

Page history last edited by Archer844 12 years, 4 months ago

 

 

 

"ULTIMATE SURRENDER" Wrestling Bout

 

Posted by Knowlesey on 10/28/2011, 11:33 am

 

The evening Demi has been waiting for arrives when she receives the telephone call from Samia Smith,

“Welcome to Manchester! A car will collect you from the hotel at 7 and deliver you to the gym I’ve hired. We won’t be disturbed!”

Demi grins,

“See you soon, loser!”

At the appointed time, Demi is collected and chauffeured in silence to the gym, is walked to the door and left to enter alone. Samia admits her, and shuts and locks the door behind her, scowling,

“The ring’s over there – I’ll give you 10 minutes to prepare!”

Demi needs very little time to slip off her shoes and coat, and she saunters towards that ring, climbs into it, and beckons Samia,

“Come see what I’m wearing – looks good, huh?”

Demi has chosen to wear the pink frilly outfit she removed from Samia after their previous fight, deliberately chosen to humiliate the British girl, who is wearing a black frilly and silky number, and she soon joins the American in the ring, snarling,

“If you’re ready, let’s get to it!”

The girls lock up straightaway, and this suits Samia just fine, allowing her to smack Demi right in the forehead with a stinging headbutt, the American falling backwards, and onto the mat, vulnerable at this stage. Samia knows it too, and the Brit launches herself on top of the floored girl, forearm dropping her across the throat, making her bounce up off the mat.

Before Demi can get up, Samia has her by the hair, pulls her to her hands and knees, then kicks her good and hard in the side of the ribcage, turning the girl over and over. Samia goes over to the stricken Demi to pick her up for some more, but the girl tugs her down to the mat herself, picks her head up, then slams it into the canvas, stunning her, then slides over and mounts her back putting her entire body-weight on top of the smaller girl, putting her under pressure. But not enough for her to hold her for long, and Samia kicks out.

The girls are back on their feet again, with Demi looking quicker, Irish whipping Samia into the corner, then, before the Brit can recover, she launches herself at her, landing a leaping clothesline across the throat.

Now Demi shows her strength by lifting Samia up and bodyslamming her to the canvas, the girl flat on her back, then she flops down onto her again, winding her, then kneels next to her, catches her ankles and rolls them over, presses down, and she’s got her trapped, held firmly in a double leglock folding pin, and she smiles,

“Had enough, Smitty? Reday to quit?”

Samia kicks out, snapping,

“No way, b###h!”

Demi grabs Samia from behind once the girls are both up, twisting her arm round and up her back, but that doesn’t work too well, as Smith smashes her elbow back hard, first into Lovato’s gut, then her face, which has her staggering and slumping over the ropes. The girl is stunned, turns to face Samia who runs headlong at her, spearing her right in the midsection, sending the American crashing into the corner, looking spent.

Demi sits in the corner, with her arms draped over the middle rope, her legs apart, then Samia runs at her, launching herself at the last moment, getting her legs over the bottom rope on both sides of Lovato’s body and grabs onto the top rope with both her hands, facing towards the turnbuckle. She then starts bouncing up and down, hitting Demi repeatedly as she grinds her crotch into the girl’s face. Samia loves delivering a bronco buster, and she snarls at Demi,

“Getting to like this, are you, b###h?”

Demi’s response is to head butt Samia full in the crotch when the Brit loses concentration, and that sends her recoiling backwards.

Both girls are on their feet again, but not for long, as Samia leaps up to grip Demi by the hair again, before dropping to the mat, still hanging onto her hair, stunning the American with a facebuster, then flips her over onto her back before she can regain her senses, picks up her left leg, steps over it and locks her foot under her arm, and now she’s asking for the submission, with Demi struggling to escape from another favourite Smith move – the stepover toehold, which she does by swinging her free right leg, kicking Samia full in the back, sending her off balance, and flopping forwards.

Now it’s Demi’s turn to attack, and she hits Smith in the back with another hard axe handle, pulls her to her feet, before turning her around to face her, the Brit short of breath, and puts her hands behind the girl’s neck, jumps up, puts her feet onto Samia’s midsection, and falls backwards, monkey tossing the Brit to the mat. With Samia apparently winded, Demi goes for a schoolgirl pin, pushing her crotch into the girl’s chin,

“C’mon, Smitty! Give! I gotcha!”

Samia kicks out, and Demi rolls away, then picks the Brit up again by the arms, she then pulls her across the ring, and throws her with an armdrag toss, picking her right back up again straight away, she then digs her hip into Samia’s midriff, and hauls her over it, and hiptosses her, then picks her back up to give her a second breath sapping hiptoss, she then lifts the girl up once more, now belly to belly, turns her around, hoists her, then slams her to the canvas with a buttdrop, again falling across the smaller girl, hooks her leg, and goes for a leghook pin,

“What about now? Give it, up little whore!”

With a grunt and shout of,

“No way!”

Samia kicks out again, but she is being worn down by Demi’s strength, Both girls are feeling the effort of this fight, but Demi is in the ascendancy, and she grips Samia’s wrist, spins her and Irish whips her into the ropes, giving her a clothesline when she rebounds. Then, instead of going for a pin, she hauls the Brit back to her feet, grabs her arms again, then Irish whips her into the ropes a second time, the older girl’s legs rather wobbly, but this time when she bounces back, Demi raises her up by the crotch, then, drops her across her knee for a painful Backbreaker, the girl gasping as she lands, the stuffing getting knocked out of her.

With Smith lying on her back, Demi seems to have a choice of moves open to her, but she decides to humiliate the girl by using the Spanish Press – folding her legs up and over her, then laying atop of her, noses almost touching,

“Give yet, whore?”

Samia raises a shoulder in response, so Demi releases her, then they lock again, with the American continuing with the same weakening tactics, Irish whipping the Brit to the ropes, catching her on the rebound, then she hoists her up, and holds her upside down. Is this the piledriver? No! Another backbreaker, from which Demi slides Samia to her back again,

Helpless on her back, Samia finds Demi folding her over and pulling her legs apart – she’s going for a Spladle – and she starts to press down on the Brit, who escapes by pulling Lovato’s hair, twisting it and forcing the younger girl to release the hold.

The girls are back on their feet, Demi clearly unhappy, then Samia kicks her in the belly before raising her clenched fists and smacking an Axe Handle down on her back, putting her on her knees, then she slips her thighs round Demi’s body a squeezes her with an attempted Bodyscissors, from which the American escapes by catching hold of the Brit’s tender crotch and squeezing, making her yelp and buck.

The girls are back to their feet once more, but with Samia groaning in pain, and Demi twists her arm around and over her head, bearhugs her, then flips her over onto her back with a fine belly-to-belly suplex.

Demi smiles, clenching her fists, and she goes for a Spanish Press again, but, although she has Samia’s legs neatly pressed flat on top of her, her body isn’t in the right position, and she can’t complete the move.

Demi ‘helps’ Samia up, slips a hand between her legs and picks her up by the crotch, turning her sideways, then jerks her upward and back as she bridges backwards, throwing the Brit over her head. Smith hits the floor sideways and rolls over after the initial impact of this spectacular Fallaway Slam. Next up, she hooks her leg around Samia’s, grabs hold of her arm and leans the girl over, looking to get the submission she wants from an Abdominal Stretch. Again, the hold isn’t quite perfect, and Smith is able to slip out, even though she’s gasping on all fours.

Once again, Demi hoists Samia up to her feet, then repeats an earlier move, tossing the Brit over her shoulder with a belly-to-belly suplex, sending her crashing to her back and neck – will she look for a pin? No! She picks Smith up and Irish whips her to the ropes, catches her yet again, and gives the poor girl a third backbreaker, this time holding her over her knee, pushing her shoulders and hips down, and barking,

“Eh? Enough yet?”

Samia doesn’t respond, but she must know the end is near for her, and this might be it, as the American pushes her off, leaving her lying on her back in the centre of the ring, then she takes hold of both of Samia’s legs, hooks them under her armpits and slowly turns the Brit over onto her stomach, while she yells, ‘No! No!’. Then, she leans back into a semi-squatting position, pulling Smith’s legs towards her head, and tugs her right back, bridging herself backwards, in a beautiful Boston Crab, until Samia screams ‘I give! I give! Please!’ Demi gives her an extra hard tug before she dismounts, leaving a sobbing Samia face down on the mat.

Demi struts around the ring, then slowly removes her pink frilly suit, and orders Samia,

“Strip, whore! I want those clothes!”

Clenching her eyes tight shut, Samia slowly removes the silky outfit her boyfriend loves so much, and looks across at Demi,

“You’re gonna make me do it, aren’t you?”

The young American licks her lips,

“I have to – it was the deal! Now – lie down!”

Samia obeys, and lies in the centre of the ring, thoroughly beaten. Demi strolls over to her, places a foot on her shoulder and rolls her roughly onto her back, sneering, ‘What are you, whore?’ to which poor Samia can only mumble, ‘A whore!’ following which Demi snaps, ‘And who do you belong to?’ to which Smith mumbles ‘You, Miss Lovato.’ Then she snaps again, ‘So what is our relationship, hooker?’ and a weeping Samia stammers back, ‘I’m y.y.y.your b###h, Miss Lovato.’ Demi laughs cruelly, smiling broadly, ‘And now you show me that respect!’

Demi pulls up a chair and has Samia crawl over on her knees, she leans forward and whispers: "This was your idea, Smitty. It's what you were planning to do to me. You remember that."

Samia can only nod as a low moan of misery escapes her lips as she leans forward towards Demi's spread legs.....

Sometime later, Demi stood up and tossed the still kneeling but exhausted Samia a towel to wipe her face. "That was impressive Smitty. I can see why you wanted me to do it, but, I think I enjoyed it much having you do the honours"

Samia had recovered some defiance and muttered: "Wait until I get you down here!"

Demi gave Samia kick in the ribs: "No back talk--unless you want to do it some more. I've got plenty more I can give you if you insist."

Samia shuddered: "I've had enough for one night."

"Good, " Demi said briskly, "but if you want to try again--just call. I like fighting you Smitty."

Sami looked like she was about to say something snarky, but thought better of it and hung her head to conceal a sullen look of stubborn defiance. Demi strolled out to her limousine and woke up the driver who had dozed off.

"Time to get me back home," she said climbing into the back seat.

"Have a good time with your friend?" The chauffeur asked.

"Well, I had a good time - that's for sure," Demi said leaning back against the seat. "I sure hope she calls back soon. I could get used to this."

Meanwhile, Samia Smith had limped to the showers and as the hot water cascaded over her, she was already plotting her next move...

 

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