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20 November 2011 Ashley Madekwe vs Laura Vandervoort

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Ashley Madekwe 01.jpg Laura Vandervoort 05.jpg

RANDOM WRESTLING

Posted by simguy on 11/20/2011, 11:13 pm

Your sightline: girls fight on a large white-fur rug in front of a glass-covered fireplace/hearth. We hear the grunts/gasps/whines punctuated by the pops and cracks of burning pine logs.

Ashley: silver/grey satin camisol (spaghetti strings) and tap shorts; hair loose/tangly.

Laura: midnight blue satin camisol (spaghetti strings) and tap shorts; hair loose/straight.

Standing up, Laura's stronger: she pushes Ashley in her hands, backs her up, walks her down...the blonde's face set in a pretty little bully's pout. When they hit the carpet though, we see how quick and clever Ashley is: whenever Laura takes her down, Ashley controls the descent, always seeming to come up with scissor-control, vexing and bedeviling Laura in long, writhing clinches.

For example...

Laura to the right of our view/Ashley to the left, lying side-by-side on their backs with their heads towards us (so Ash to the left of Laura as they lay).

Ashley on her right hip, her sleek brown legs wound 'round Laura's lightly tanned left leg in scissor. They both had a chance to scissor a leg: it never occurred to Laura, or if it did, it did so only after Ashley had already secured it. Laura's right foot comes up, pushing at Ashley's left knee, trying to worry apart that scissor hold with little success.

Ashley's slender right arm in under Laura's neck - looping round to the front over Laura's right shoulder; the hand relaxed, the fingers brushing down against Laura's clavicle.

Laura's left arm is underneath everything else, coming up around Ashley's head over her left shoulder: Laura reaches over with her right arm to get headlocks: Ashley patiently breaks 'em up with her free left hand, then headlocking Laura in return. The girls will often headlock each other simultaneously, holding one another face to face, rocking side to side in a brawler's cuddle. Breath sounds out in high, sweet pants and grunts. The scent of overheated girl carries in cozy confines. Laura's leverage is worse: her arms are in an outside configuration, and her left leg is scissored up. Laura's stronger, but Ashley's better positioning evens it up.

Ashley's a little vixen, snuggled up tight with Laura and irritating her. Ashley's right hand will grab at Laura's right wrist: Ashley's left hand keeps flattening against Laura's mouth, smothering her. Laura whining, tossing her head side to side...she's frustrated by this stuff, and getting tired of the constant need to react.

After a while, it's plain that Ashley's grinning a little. Working hard, but grinning. She's having fun, while Laura's fretting.

Ashley goes for chin-control with her left hand, pushing Laura's face to the right, baring the blonde's throat. When Laura's right hand is free, she can pull the chin-hold off: if Ashley's right hand has control of Laura's right wrist...blonde has to struggle to get loose.

Another hand-smother: Ashley's left hand covering Laura's mouth - the brunette's face all snuggled in close...she's smiling - the breath from her nostrils hot against Laura's cheek.

Laura's eyes clamped shut in frown as she's all "MMMMM! MMMM!" trying to toss her head free.

Suddenly, Ashley leans in close, perfect white teeth giving Laura a light nip on the nose!

Laura cries out: forgets all about her lower body.

Ashley wriggles suddenly, releasing Laura's trapped left leg from scissor to throw brunette left leg across blonde tummy! It's already too late - Laura trying to writhe to the side, but Ashley's legs almost friction-free against the silk, slide into scissor around blonde middle!

Laura: "MMMM!"

OH how Ashley cuddles her! Brunette right arm constricting, pulling Laura's head in close; the left hand still smothering poor Laura. Vandervoort's right hand pulls Ashley's fingers away from mouth, but now that tummy-scissor is sunk in DEEP!

Laura's right knee lifts up: a reaction to scissor pain.

Ashley grinning, her right cheek pressed against Laura's left cheek: blonde and brunette hair intermingling. Laura's face: pinched; distressed.

Laura's right hand goes down to push at Ashley's left knee: Ashley grins and covers Laura's mouth with left hand, almost as if to say "Chack!"

Laura's right hand comes up to free her mouth: Ashley reaches her left hand over top, across Laura's chest; Ashley's right hand's already underneath...she grabs at Laura's right shoulder with both hands, pullllling blonde girl deeper into scissor. Poor Laura stricken, her right arm pinned against her belly. Laura hates that Ashley's face is right there: blonde girl turns her head to the right, eyes clenched tight.

Laura: (barely audible) "Give...stop!"

Ashley releases with a grand gesture of her left leg - lifting it sleek and straight up off Laura's belly in a big arc.

Big smile, Ashley Madekwe.

Ash sits up, clapping her hands together, tucking her legs to her left. Laura scowling, looking ass-kicked...grudgingly, she sits up, struggles out of her camisol top to sit in midnight blue bikini top, and her silk shorts over bikini bottoms. Laura hands the camisol to Ashley: Madekwe holds in both fists, burries her face in it, then shakes it in Laura's face to taunt. Blonde girl angry, trying to grab the top, but Ashley yanks it back, chirping: "Nope: mine!"

In the audience, Claire Danes watches brunette torment blonde as the crowd buzzes. "So: what's your take away?" she says.

The little brunette to Claire's right watches as Laura stands, takes a moment to walk off the submission, cheeks flushed, brow furrowed. Brunette pauses a moment, then: "I'd say...Ashley gave away the headlock, baiting Laura into into it. All Ashley wanted was the scissor when they went down."

Claire nods as Ashley's up and walking around, giving Laura's camisol top to a young man for safe-keeping. "And?"

"And...distraction. Ashley nibbled; she didn't take big bites. She's very patient...it was all about tiring Laura out for the second fall."

Claire: "Good. Smart on the carpet, is strong. Quick is strong. Aggressive is weak. Look how hard Laura's breathing...and she's supposed to be big-girl tonight."

Vanessa Hudgens: (sipping her cosmo; eyeing Claire speculatively). "You really hate Mishy this much? Helping me?"

Claire: (smiling prim). "Only counts as hate if you win, 'Ness."

LATER:

It's two falls a piece: Laura's down to her midnight blue bikini; Ashley's in a bright yellow bikini.

Laura on her belly, facing away from us, towards the fireplace. Ashley has her body-scissored - right leg on top; Ashley's weight on left hip and left elbow, crushing Laura. Vandervoort huffing and puffing, propped up on her elbows: she's determined not to give up her top!

Ashley reaches her right hand in, hooking her fingers under Laura's chin, yanking back on her head. Ashley's right forearm presses across Laura's nose and face, helping with the neck crank. Poor Laura whining, her hair all damp and pooling upon her upperback.

Ashley: "Give?"

Laura: "Mmf." Blonde breath labouring through squashed nostrils.

Ashley yanks Laura's neck, showing her cruelty. "Give?"

Laura: "MMF!"

Ashley shifts suddenly: right arm across Laura's back; left arm across her chest; both hands cupping Laura's right shoulder. Ash pulllls blonde girl into scissor - brunette's ankles slapping together as she straightens sleek, shiny legs into her hardest grip.

Laura cries out: "UH-H!"

Ashley's face so close - her right cheek brushing Laura's left cheek.

Ashley: "Give! RRRRR!" In her fury, Ashley gives Laura a quick kiss on the side of the head.

Laura: "AH-H...GIVE!"

Ashley: (squealing into Laura's left ear) "YES!"

Ashley rolls away from Laura, standing, sorting out her bottoms with a flick of practiced fingers, clapping happily, smiling prettily.

Laura lies on her belly a moment, fighting back tears. She rises to her haunches, reaching hands behind her to undo her bikini top string. She's fumbling with it, so Ashley stomps in from in front of blonde-girl, reaching down and yanking the top away with a greedy right fist. "YEAH!" Ashley bleats proudly, displaying Laura's top to the crowd.

Laura's golden brown, nude back to the audience as she sits on her haunches, arms crossing against her chest.

Ashley still clutching the top, looking down like the world's cutest, limberest little bully. "Well? What do you say Laura? Quit? Or go again? One more win and your bottoms come off. I told you I'd beat the bottoms off you! Come on - let's go: you know I'm going to win!" Laura doesn't respond, sniveling; hugging herself. "What do you say?" Ashley standing there, glowing with confidence. "Quit?"

Laura: (halting, on the verge of tears.) "OK, I quit." Laura stands without releasing her coverage up top - rushes through the crowd to a bedroom, her cheeks tear-stained.

Ashley: giddy with victory, a new bikini top, and a sleek new cami-panty set for her trophy drawer.