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9 May 2012 Virginie Ledoyen vs Emma Watson

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APARTMENT HOUSE WRESTLING

Posted by technetium on May 9, 2012, 9:37 pm

(just for a change...)

It was a quiet afternoon at the TU gym, with Emma Watson being the only one present there. Wearing red sporting top and matching shorts she was working hard at the speed bag, getting amused of how she had improved during the last few months. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in the empty gym.

"So you think you are the star here now, uh?" the voice asked, in a clear, unmistakable French accent.

Emma stopped and sighed, turning slowly around to have a look at the unexpected visitor: "Did they kick your butt out of Tech Europe too, Virginie? You weren't doing too bad there after all.. I mean, for a fighter of your age..."

Virginie interrupted Emma, with a sharp gesture of her right palm. "Kid, spare me your sarcasm. And besides, I have beaten you how many times by now? Now, listen: I don't like you and we both know it. But we are part of this stable and you know that we are going to bump into each other again at some point. So, why not now? I want to kick your butt in an apartment wrestling fight. You and me, only. What do you say?"

Emma looked into Virginie's eyes, almost amused at her proposal. "Are you sure? I -and I repeat I- am the one who's going to kick your butt. But if you are so confident you can win, why not making it double? Don't you want to add a nice catfight on the top of it, do you? Or are you too scared?"

Virginie frowned. "Scared? Is this a joke? I have been in many more fights than you, and I'm going to beat you regardless. Twice in a row. Actually, that would make four times in a row, loser!"
"Don't count on it, Frenchie. I'm going to beat you and humble you in both occasions.. and then give you a beating in a boxing match too!"
"In your dreams!" Virginie replied, hands moving in a solemn gesture as she walked towards the exit. "I'll send you an email with date and place.. and don't be late!"

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A day later, Emma received an email from Virginie.

"Emma,

There has been a slight change of plans. A few people seemed really interested at this fight, so I decided to let them broadcast it on the internet. In return, they will donate $XX,XXX to a charity of my choice. If you are not interested anymore, let me know, and I will of course use your email against you. Otherwise, let's meet at YYY for your defeat.

Virginie"

Emma had no problem with the webcams, and actually liked the idea it was going to help some good cause, whatever it was. She let Virginie know she was OK with that, and then she started to think about the match. This was going to be good for her, she thought as she started to plan the holds she was going to use against Virginie.

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A few days later, the two finally met for their fight. Virginie arrived first. She was impatient to start, and she got there ten minutes early. The big living room was almost completely empty, except for a large red carpet in the middle and two huge, comfortable white sofas on two opposite sides. She removed her high heels and gave a quick look to one of the webcams. Then she went to the bedroom -one king bed there, although she was pretty sure they weren't going to use it- and pushed the red button on the remote control left just next to the bed. The light on the small box on the floor turned green, and the webcams blinked for a moment before getting solid green too. She went back to the sofa, and as she was sitting down she heard the door opening. A smiling Emma was coming towards her.

"Ready to lose this fight?" Emma said, removing her coat and high heels. She put them on a side of the room, and Virginie couldn't help noticing Emma's pretty figure as she was bending down. Undoubtedly, Emma was extremely sexy wearing pink bra, panties, and stockings. "You turn, Virginie!" she said. Virginie removed her coat too, remaining in a similar outfit, but black. "I knew you would have worn stockings, Virginie, and so I did it too! Pretty easy to get into your mind, uh? Ready?"

"Ready!" Virginie replied. And they met in the middle of the carpet, holding at each other's hands. The fight was just about to start.

Pushing hard, both women tried to get an advantage here. But, the older woman seemed a little too stiff compared to her younger rival. Emma pushed hard, but also kicked Virginie's legs a few times. Virginie yelled in pain, and Emma surprised her by pushing her right leg behind Virginie's left. Soon enough, Emma gave a sharp kick to Virginie's heel, lifting it and making the Frenchwoman lose her grip. Soon, Virginie's butt was on the carpet, and the older woman let go cry of pain. She sat down dazed for only a second, but Emma was quick to follow up.

Emma went on her knees, positioning herself behind Virginie, and then wrapped her right arm around Virginie's neck. The Frenchwoman gulped as Emma started to press Virigine's neck hard, grabbing a hold of her hair too with the left hand. Virginie tried to run her hands up and grab Emma's head and hair too, but she was too late. When Emma tugged hard, again, with her left hand, Virginie let go a loud yell of pain. "Does it hurt, Virginie?" Emma asked, not waiting for an answer. She bent Virginie's neck to the left, not allowing Virginie to grab her with her hands, and allowing a little time for the next move. While Virginie stood with her neck slightly bent, Emma pushed her legs forward, locking them around Virginie's waist. Ledoyen's eyes opened in terror, as Emma applied more pressure on her neck with the right arm. "Are you giving up, Virginie?" she asked, this time waiting a few seconds for an answer from the blubbering Frenchwoman.

"Never!" cried Virginie, as she frantically tried to reach out for Emma's scalp with her right hand. Eventually, her efforts gave the expected outcome, and Virginie managed to get a hold at Emma's brown locks. Yanking in rage, she pushed Emma's head forward. Virginie followed her action with a quick elbow to the belly -left elbow, repeatedly- making Emma yell in pain. Eventually, the younger girl lost her holds on Virginie, while the Frenchwoman turned around and pushed Emma's head downwards, towards the floor. But despite her efforts, Virginie just couldn't pin Emma down! Emma managed to grab a hold on Virginie's hands, trying to pry them away from her scalp. Virginie tried to keep her hold, but she soon realized she wasn't going to succeed. Emma smiled as she finally achieved her goal, but surely wasn't expecting what happened next.
Feeling her advantage vanishing, Virginie decided to try another tactic. As Emma lifted her head a little, finally free from Virginie's hold, the French veteran pushed her legs forwards, wrapping her thighs around Emma's neck. "How does it feel, now?" she hissed in her sexy French accent, squeezing as much as she could. On her knees, Emma bent sideways for a moment, but then she managed to regain her position. Her fingers now grabbed a hold on Virginie's legs and, despite the nylon that was partially protecting them, started to squeeze. Virginie tried to resist, but Emma's action was focused and she eventually had the brunette screaming in pain. Soon, Virginie opened her legs, trying to escape from Emma, but the youngster was good at following her. Grabbing Virginie's ankles, Emma managed to stop her, and then used her legs to roll the dazed Frenchwomen on the carpet, finally managing to put her face-down. Pinning Virginie's neck with one leg, Emma quickly repositioned herself on top of Virginie's back, facing her legs. Emma kept bending Virginie's legs, trapping her now in a Boston Crab, enjoying the screams of pain that were coming from the older woman. Virginie tried to grab one of Emma's ankles, but she missed the target. As a reply, Emma stretched Virginie's legs and back further, eliciting new screams in the trapped brunette. Virginie tried to grab Emma once more, this time successfully. Grabbing both ankles, she started to shake the young Brit, eventually making her losing her footing. As Emma fell forward, stumbling on all-fours, Virginie tried to slide from underneath, going to her knees, getting ready to grab Emma from behind. But Emma let go a mule-kick from there, hitting Virginie right in the belly. With her opponent momentarily frozen, Emma turned around, quickly locking her legs around Virginie's neck. Differently than Virginie, she had no problem in slamming her opponent down, back to the carpet. And with Virginie dazed, Emma went to the subsequent move.

Emma sat next to Virginie and grabbed Virginie's right wrist with the left hand and Virginie's right ankle with the right hand. Then, she used her right foot to push Virginie with her left side on the carpet, and keeps the pressure to further stretch Virginie's back. "How does it feel, now?" Emma hissed back at Virginie, as the Frenchwoman was starting to cry in pain. Emma kept her opponent in such position for almost a minute, and then decided to attack Virginie's aching legs again. Releasing the holds, Emma wrapped her legs around Virginie's right leg, squeezing with all her strength.

Virginie gulped, as she felt the pressure on her legs piling up. She tries to grab a hold on Emma's attire, but the younger girl grabbed both of her hands, stopping the Frenchwoman's attacks. "I'm going to crush this ugly leg of yours if you don't give up!" she yelled, with Virginie only able to shake her head in denial. Still, it was clear the older woman was not going to go anywhere. After a couple of minutes of leg torture, Emma decided to get a submission from Virginie.

Emma rolled the sobbing Virginie on her back, and sat on her kidneys, bending Virginie's right arm behind her back. Then Emma leaned forward, and wrapped her left arm around Virginie's neck, still keeping her hold on her arm. Virginie started coughing, trashing her legs in the desperate attempt to hit Emma, wiggling her body in the attempt to push Emma off her. But she wasn't going to do any damage, and Emma perfectly knew it. She enjoyed the vision of Viriginie's face turning crimson, tears staining her cheeks, and then announced with a fake, but perfect Scottish accent: "Bonjour, you cheese-eating surrender monkey!" and switching to her normal, posh British accent, she added: "Do you give up now?"

Virginie tapped her free hand on the carpet, but Emma didn't let her go. She knew Virginie would have panicked, and she was just waiting for it. "Let me go, I told you I give up!!!" the Frenchwoman tried to yell, with the little voice she was able to pull together. Smiling, Emma let her go, but planted her right foot on Virginie's back for a moment, standing in victory.
Virginie finally rolled away, and sat with her back supported by a wall. Breathing hard, tears in her eyes, she listened to Emma's final words: "Wow! How easy was it? And this is just the beginning. Remember we have a catfight next? I will kick your ass, bad, very bad. There, you will beg me to stop, and I will stuff your stockings in your mouth. Just saying." With that, Emma gave a small slap on the defeated Frenchwoman's cheek, grabbed her coat and high heels, and left the room with a big smile on her face.

To be continued?