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4 January 2014 Neve Campbell vs Holly Valance

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Repost of Simguy Piece

Australia. Ca. 2007

Posted by Cessna N1O1BL on January 4, 2014, 12:20 pm

Greetings all,

Been following the back n' forth between Rampant and Front Street as of late and in doing so it occurred to me that a Campbell / Valance row sounded familiar for some reason. Couldn't figure out why until I dug through my archive and discovered the pieces below. The first was written by Sim as a request from yours truly while the second part (posted as a response) was penned by me shortly thereafter. Continuity wise it takes place in the first universe I set stories in, so it's not the FCBA proper, but somewhere a few doors down. Feel free to note or dismiss the results as you see fit, but above all, enjoy and always remember, there's no such thing as fiction, just non-fiction written in the wrong parallel universe.

~DR

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Neve ached.

The hum of the jumbo-jet's engines vibrated in her headrest as she leaned back, wincing when a fresh throb pulsed in her lower back. It was a long flight to Japan for her layover, made longer by what had happened in Sydney.

"Don't put it off, Neve. Deal with it. Right now." Neve thought to herself. She ignored herself; caught the stewardess' attention: "Greyhound - Absolut." The girl nodded, smiled. Campbell automatically started processing that smile through force of habit, recognizing just the hint of triumph in the girl's eye as she took in Neve's facial bruising and knew it for what it was.

Defeat.

The stew would have been seen her fair share of amateur action. She was fresh-faced, very pretty, and Stewardesses were iconic commodities - just like cheerleaders or models. Neve automatically noted the girl's weight, her posture, saw what hand she used, checked her balance and gait. A fighter for sure - somewhere. Whatever - Neve ignored her, looked out the window to the incandescent afternoon clouds below.

The drink came. So did the smile. Neve ignored the latter, sipped the former.

Sighing, Campbell put down the fold-away countertop from the seat in front of her and set her laptop upon it. She took a belt of the Greyhound - felt the pain dull just a bit.

"Deal with it Campbell," that voice insisted, reverting now to her Grandfather's scottish accent. There was something about his accent and tone which brooked no opposition. Obeying at last, Neve opened the laptop, and started the stored match file, forcing herself to review the action with a critical eye this first time around.

The camera panned the penthouse: white carpet, long blue-gray drapes; the large bed with cream coloured sheets; the stark white walls. There was Holly - standing around all curvy and grinning: black bra and panties; straight blonde hair loose to her shoulders. There was Neve - and Campbell winced. The camera was merciless in the bright light: she looked puffy and jetlagged because her flight had been overbooked - forcing her to arrive a week late and just one night before the match. And that bikini! The yellow thing hung off her hips and bagged about her breasts, making her look dumpy: she'd had to borrow it on the spot, because of course, the airline had lost her luggage. Neve had her suspicions about how 'lost' it had been, for it was quickly 'found' the day after the match. Holly had graciously offered the suit with a cheery "You're in luck: we're the same size!" But when Neve slipped into it, she knew she'd been duped. And although not overly superstitious herself, Neve knew that many of her competitors refused to wear yellow against black - especially on carpet. "Scoff all you want," Lacey had once told her, reciting the adage: "Yellow versus black; you'll finish on your back." On camera, Neve's hair was still wet from the shower - freshly towelled and haphazard about her face and shoulders. She'd hoped a quick rinse before the bout would make her alert.

"Critical," Neve reminded herself. She looked hard at her own tummy on the screen and knew that she'd let herself down on this one. It pudged - not terribly - it was even kind of sexy and apartment-appropriate - but Neve had come in soft to Holly, thinking of the whole thing as more an all expenses paid vacation in the South Pacific rather than a real fight. She pursed her lips as the match got started.

Holly circled cautiously, and glowed with confidence: hands up, relaxed, elbows in. The girls reached out and grabbed at each other's hands and wrists - pulling and twisting free - circling for fresh advantage. Neve made a mental note: Holly hadn't rushed in the way everyone said she would. Vallance knew who Neve was, showed respect and smarts rather than trying to bull-rush. "She knew I'd just gotten off the plane and she wanted a long match," Neve thought. "b###h. Smart b###h."

Neve fast-forwarded the clutch-and-grab positioning, going to play again at the first take-down. She'd been lazy with her headlock and as the girls tipped forward to carpet - Holly had gotten her left leg up over Neve's back and controlled the descent. Just like that, Vallance was behind her, left arm snaked about throat - Holly up on her knees, smiling - Neve seated, frowning. Neve instinctively turned to her left, into the hold. She rolled over her left hip, onto her knees - her face smudging in against Holly's breasts. Vallance shunted her hips back, nicely controlling the action: her left arm now looped underneath Neve's face while her right arm slid in under Neve's left arm, securing guillotine. Like a crocodile, Vallance rolled to her left onto her back, pulling Neve on top of her, back to front. Campbell's face twisted as Holly tightened up the Anaconda choke. "Nicely done," Neve admitted as she watched Holly outwrestle her early.

Neve bridged atop Holly: Vallance abandoned the choke, drew her legs up and muscled Neve's head down between them, scissoring-up with an audible slap of toned meat on skull. Neve groaned in dismay, her hands immediately cupping at tanned blonde thigh. She remembered the strength of those legs: world class. Definitely something you needed to train for.

Once again Neve bridged, then dropped her backside down heavily into Holly's breasts, startling the blonde. Just enough shock: Neve escaped, rolled away to begin again.

Neve wanted to fast-forward, but she forced herself to watch as Holly dominated the early negotiations. When they came to grips and tumbled to carpet - Holly's hips and legs won the race to position every time, securing and controlling Neve's waist. Working tight n' sweaty - Holly had no trouble getting to Neve's back, then forcing her to spend energy fighting off chokes. Campbell repeatedly fought her way clear with a hard elbow driven back into her foe's tummy, or squirming belly to belly after suffering a lengthy siege - but the jet lag was showing up in Neve's timing. She wasn't sharp, couldn't initiate. Always and everywhere she was reacting, struggling to get out of one blonde predicament after another. She had her moments - securing the odd body scissor and even getting a full nelson on Holly - but in the main, Vallance was making the fight.

Neve's eyes narrowed as she saw herself strain to get to her feet - Holly's legs lashed about Cambpell's pale hips in extended guard. Neve still had a lot of strength at this point and with Vallance balanced precariously on her shoulders against the carpet - Neve swung her right leg over and across, rolling the blonde into a boston crab, neatly turning Holly's guard against her. Campbell nodded: it had been the right thing to do - but Holly was too quick. Vallance squirmed, tummy muscles crunching hard as she writhed back in between Neve's legs to lie on her shoulderblades again. Campbell huffed and puffed, stumbling and trying to step over again - but Holly wouldn't have it. Finally - Neve had to drop to her knees, breathing hard - the blonde's legs still wrapped tight about her waist.

Sitting up suddenly, Holly grabbed Neve's wrists and lurched up off the carpet to sit directly in Neve's lap as Campbell knelt on her haunches. The blonde's legs hardened into marble relief as Neve gasped - her hands at her chest, Holly clutching them - then Vallance released to pull Neve in close instead. Campbell's breath came in moist pants. Her head drooped forward onto Holly's left shoulder as she blonde cuddled her up top: Neve's hands wedged in between the two sets of healthy breasts; Neve's elbows in tight to her body. Holly squeezed, rocking herself gently in Neve's lap. Watching it, Campbell nearly closed her laptop. "Not one of your finer moments, kiddo," she chided herself.

Eventually Holly went to her back again - still with that maddening smile! Neve hated her for that more than anything else: "At least make it look like your working for it." Neve's hand placement meant she could push against Holly's chest even as Vallance was embracing her around the head and shoulders, trying to pull her in chest to chest. In retrospect, that had saved Campbell as she strained to keep her up head up, and eventually pushed her way back to her haunches - her hands damp against Holly's firm tummy and sensuous hip, Neve's elbows locked. Though suffering terribly, Neve wouldn't submit, and to her credit - Holly released the hold rather than risk overextending herself too early. Campbell pursed her lips. She knew a lot of girls Stateside who were going to underestimate Holly Vallance.

The next phase of the match was just as hard for Neve to watch. She could see she was tiring MUCH sooner than she normally would: Holly read the fatigue, started taking Neve down hard, then standing her up again. Shoot-tackles in around the hips - curvy shoulder in Neve's tummy - strong leg drive - Neve slamming to her back, rattling knick-knacks off camera. The applause was galling - the pro-Vallance nimrods eating it up. Neve began to look groggy and sluggish, huffing and puffing as she got to her feet. Holly bounced to her feet - striding about the room as she snapped her bottoms back into position. Holly's eyes were bright as a cat's - full of aggression and intelligence and eagerness. Neve's eyes looked sleepy, harrassed.

In the whirling melee - Vallance bodied Neve hard into the wall, drawing a shout of pain from the brunette. Holly licked her lips, went to work with her fists. The first punch was a playground right - Holly leaning in close with her left hand pushing Neve on her right shoulder to brace - the right drawing back, then pumping in flat to paunch. Neve's torso jerked forward as her face tilted up - she couldn't hold back the woozy "Uhhh!" The way Holly was standing - with her right foot slightly back - her buttocks shimmied side to side when the punch slammed home. Noticing it as she viewed the screen - Campbell shook her head: fans were going to eat this Vallance up. Holly kept working as Neve stood cramped up and hurt: another shoving right took Neve under the ribs on her left side - Vallance's fist palm up, thumb out to the side. Another right hand dug in a little higher, scooping in under Neve's left breast with a bright, beefy PAKK! Campbell looked paralyzed - eyes frowned shut, lips curled back off clenched teeth. Disgusted, Neve hit fast forward on the laptop, teeth grinding.

She hit play as she saw herself scamper onto the bed. Knees apart, on her haunches - Campbell batted her open palms against the bed in direct challenge. 'Defending the bed' was a useful tactic against the young and strong - Neve had hoped to make Holly spend herself up in expensive frontal assaults against a dug in defender - but Vallance embarrassed her instead. Grinning - Holly feinted as though she were diving in, forcing Neve into a low crouch over her knees. Then Vallance grabbed the sheets and simply threw them over Campbell's head, netting her like a haul of cod. Bounding onto the bed, grinning wildly - Holly slugged into the wriggling, captured mass beneath her - the blonde up on her knees, pushing down on Neve, giving her business. The sound was wonderfully clear: dull, thumping impacts; Neve's sobbing blurts and angry wails of confusion. So much for defending the bed. Now, the crowd wasn't just applauding - they were laughing.

"Stay critical," Neve reminded herself. "Watch it. Watch it and learn."

After that, Holly pretty much kicked her ass. There weren't many files in Neve's collection which showed that happening - not to this extent. It was valuable in that sense - an important artifact and Neve forced herself to review it. When the stew came around, Neve simply handed her the empty glass and nodded for another. The stew had the grace at least not to steal too much of a glance at the movie.

It was a blur - just one Vallance showcase after another.

At the wall - Neve on the left of the screen, Holly on the right, both standing with backs against the surface. Neve looking exhausted, trying to rally - eyes shut tight. Holly grinning as she formed a rigid knife's edge with her right hand out flat and chopped it against the soft pudge of Neve's otherwise firm tummy. Campbell lurched forward with a shout. Holly almost burst into song. Grinning, Holly chopped robotically at Neve's lower back. Campbell fell to her knees, cringing in pain.

On their knees - Holly just to Neve's left side and a bit behind her. Blonde's left arm snaked around Neve's chest, holding her steady, while that cruel right fist went to work thick against Neve's left kidney. Holly shoved punches in with her palm up - the thumb out to the side - really getting in there flat. Holly gritted her teeth, snarling at Neve's ear, grunting: "You like that?" as the punishment sank home. "Hey? How 'bout that?" Neve lolled, held fast - face contorted. Watching it - Neve could remember the room seeming to spin, the agony, and that helpless feeling that her body wasn't listening to her. Her arms dangled at her side, refusing to answer back.

On the bed - Neve's torso chest down upon it, her legs over the edge with her knees on carpet: Holly stooped forward, grinning like a maniac - damp blonde hair in her eyes as she pounded away on that tempting rump. Rump-roasting they called in Australia: Holly was playing to the crowd here. Neve groaned, propping herself up on her elbows and looking shabbily around as her backside bunched up under greedy blonde punches. On the air-japan flight, Neve swallowed hard. She'd never seen herself look so helpless.

Holly hadn't needed to stomp Neve's legs, but she had. This was cruel, meanspirited work - Holly standing, stomping with her right foot down onto Neve's quads - the blonde's fists closed tight as if she were throwing a tantrum. Neve sat upright, dimly aware - crying out on occasion, but mostly suffering in groggy stupor. Over and over again, she would try to roll-and-stand - thinking the stomping was over.

Holly enjoyed Neve on the bed - just laying atop her and tormenting her. Grapevines vexed Neve's aching legs; hugs tortured the bruised ribcage; forearms pushed Neve's face to either side, forcing her to squirm. Campbell whimpered - too weak to get off her back, but continually forced to spend up what little energy she had left. Agony to suffer through it; agony to watch. "Finish it," Neve though, feeling tears build. "Just finish it."

Eventually, Holly had pinned her on the bed. She'd gone way over the top with it - working Neve's unresisting deadweight into position, then pushing the brunette's legs up and over her head, thrusting that worldclass rump into the air. Neve heard herself gurgle sadly, saw her eyelashes fluttering, lips parting moist. Holly stood with her right foot on the carpet, bracing herself with the left knee on the bed, then pushing her weight down on Neve's buttocks from above. Blonde arms made a great show of securing Neve, wrapping her up around the hammies as though Campbell might kick out at any moment. With the traditional pac-rim 5 count obtained, Holly brightened and straightened - but kept the pin in place. She laughed into the crowd -hands splayed on Neve's butt in those unfortunate baggy yellow bottoms. Vallance was joshing with onlookers, but Neve tuned it out. She couldn't take her eyes off her own drowsy, semi-conscious face, just barely discernible in the pile. "That's never happening to me again," Neve vowed. She felt a tear build, then overflow her lid: she angrily wiped it away.

"Congratulations," Neve whispered aloud. "You made me cry."