Laura Vandervoort
Kaley Cuoco SweetingEven as she readies herself in one of the penthouse's guest bedrooms, Kaley felt that something
wasn't...quite...right. Her battle instincts were flaring, and not simply because she was about to fight a new opponent for the first time. No, something else was up, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
But the moment she stepped into the spacious living room,
she knew. For there, seated in a leather wingback chair like a queen on her throne, sat Mila Kunis.
Kaley's long-standing feud with Mila was the stuff of legends. When they weren't fighting each other, Kunis was often employing proxies to try and take down the blonde. If the Russian were here to witness tonight's match...and only Kunis had the audacity to ignore the rule that fighters could not be spectators...it could only mean that she had groomed Kaley's opponent as her latest protege.
And it was at that moment that Laura entered the room, striding in like a conquering warrior princess, brimming with confidence in her inevitable victory tonight. A lesser woman might be intimidated, but Kaley merely smirked and, turning toward Mila, sneered, "Digging them up from the bottom of the barrel now, are you?" Kunis merely gave that insufferably smug half-grin of hers, steepled her fingers together, and said, "Something tells me you're going to be surprised. But don't worry, she's only going to beat you...it'll be me having the honor to end your career forever."
"Tried, and failed" Cuoco Sweeting scoffed, but in her mind she went back to their last match...the one which Mila won, and in which the blonde suffered one of the worst beatings she'd ever endured. If anyone in the elite celeb catfight circle could make good on the threat of ending Kaley's fighting career, it was Mila.
But that was a worry for another day. Right now, the blonde focused all of her attention on her opponent. She was struck by their similarities; close in size and stature, each sharing sun-kissed golden hair. They even wore nearly identical dark blue bikinis tonight. But as far as Cuoco Sweeting was concerned, that's where the similarities will end. She'd enjoy nothing more than demolishing Vandervoort and depositing the girl's battered body at the feet of Kunis.
However, once the match had begun and as the minutes wore on, it became obvious to both Kaley and the spectators that Laura was highly skilled. Indeed, her abilities were remarkably similar to Kaley's own...to the extent that the two blondes were essentially battling to a stalemate. Neither could hold the advantage over the other for long, and control of the battle swung non-stop back and forth between the pair, much to the frustration of both.
But such a stalemate could not last forever. As both beauties pushed themselves past the limits of their endurance, opportunities to seize control, be they physical or tactical, increased in proportion. And of course, there's no discounting a basic lucky break.
Maybe it was luck...maybe Kaley was simply too exhausted...or perhaps Laura was simply marginally superior as a wrestler. Whatever the reason, the stalemate came to an end as both women were on their knees, Cuoco Sweeting bent painfully backward as Vandervoort wrapped her right arm across the blonde's throat for a choking Dragon Sleeper, while her left hand fingers dug themselves into Kaley's bare midriff, the talon-like digits digging agonizingly into her abdominal muscles. Kaley squirmed in torment, but lacked the strength to break free. The lights of the room glistened off of their sweaty skin, while the spectators sat in rapt silence, the only sound being Kaley's agonized gasps and moans. Laura, her earlier confidence in victory now coming true, says nothing, but the gleam in her eyes makes it clear that she's enjoying torturing her opponent.
Still keeping the Dragon Sleeper locked on, Vandervoort released her ab claw and let her hand slide further down. Cuoco Sweeting gave a gurgling shriek as Laura's fingers clamped down over her groin, viciously squeezing her womanhood. It was too much anguish for any woman to endure, and yet, Kaley defiantly refused to submit. That suited Vandervoort just fine...she was more than happy to drive her celebrated adversary to unconsciousness. Finally, with a sighing whimper, Kaley's body went limp. She had passed out.
Within moments her eyelids began to flutter open, but it was too late, the match was over. Unfortunately for the blonde, her participating in events wasn't. Rolled over onto her belly, she slowly pulls herself up to her hands and knees...only to have Laura grab her hair and pull her across the room, forcing Kaley to stumble along on all fours until she was brought, crawling, before Mila. The brunette slipped her right foot out of her Jimmy Choo 3" heel and, ball on the floor, arched it in front of Cuoco Sweeting's face. Vandervoort then shoved Kaley's face into Kunis's foot, giving the impression that she was kissing it. Dazed and exhausted, the battered blonde was unable to resist. But silently, she swore her revenge against Laura and Mila for this indignity.
Finished with the humiliation, Vandervoort released Kaley and strutted to the center of the room, raising her arms in victory as the spectators applauded her triumph.
