Michelle Trachtenberg
Ashley TisdaleIt had been a riotous battle between the two beauties...perhaps surprisingly so for some, as Michelle was expected to dispatch her less-experienced opponent. But Trachtenberg came into the fight over-confident and underestimating Ashley, and the blonde took full advantage of that early on, doing as much damage as she could to the brunette and leveling the playing field between them.
At long last however, it looked as though one was on the verge of seizing victory at last. A bodyslam left Tisdale stunned and panting on the carpeted floor of the penthouse apartment, and she let out a husky gasp as her rival sat down hard upon her chest, facing down toward the blonde's legs. Looking back over her shoulder at her adversary, Michelle gave a smug smirk and giggle. "You should have known better than to think you could facesit me out, bitch," Trachtenberg said. "Because nobody is ready for this jelly!" And with that she lifted herself up a bit on her knees and began to edge herself back, there to settle the magnificent derriere that had driven the likes of Scarlett Johansson, Blake Lively, Brittany Snow and so many other to inglorious defeat down upon the angelic face of her hapless foe.
But the key to Ashley's success as a catfighter was her ability to take advantage of the tiniest opportunity. In this instance, she knew that as the brunette moved back, she would have to lean forward a bit for leverage, and her center of gravity would shift. For the barest of moments, she realized that she had a chance to turn the fight around...and she took that chance.
With a blur of motion, the blonde's shapely legs swung up, her calves snaring the startled Michelle around the head. With a sharp jerk, Tisdale brought her legs down, pulling the brunette with her, and slamming Trachtenberg's face into the floor. Badly dazed, Michelle lay face-down in the plush carpeting, moaning. Meanwhile, Ashley wasted not a moment scrambling to her hands and knees, then rolling her opponent over onto her back. Straddling Trachtenberg's chest on her knees, now it was the blonde's turn to taunt, and in a purring rasp she said, "I think this pretty much settles who has the better ass, don't you think, buttercup?" And with that she sat her rear end down. Michelle's glassy eyes widened in panic and she gasped out "NoooooMMMMMFFFFFF!!!" before her face was enveloped. The brunette thrashed, but swiftly enough her movements were reduced to squirming. Another few moments of this, the blonde knew, and her victim would be rendered utterly unconscious.
Her victory assured, however, Tisdale was not quite ready to let her triumphant moment end just yet. Suddenly rising up, the blonde climbed off of her rival, while Michelle's chest heaved as she sucked in precious air. Grabbing Trachtenberg by her matted chestnut mane, Ashley forced her to roll over and get to her hands and knees. The Ashley then pulled her opponent's body over her outstretched knee, draping Michelle's belly over her thigh. Deftly hooking the waistband of the brunette's bikini briefs with her thumb, Tisdale yanked the garment down just enough to expose Michelle's butt...the 'twin pears from a tree in Heaven' that had for so long been celebrated by the elite fighting fans. Trachtenberg was still too punch-drunk to realize what was happening, but that ended the moment the painful shock of Ashley's stinging palm began to spank her butt!
Too weak to break free, the brunette could only squeal and sob, her face reddening in a mixture of fury and humiliation, even as her rear end glowed a brighter shade of crimson. A smiling Ashley said nothing...but then, she didn't have to. Her actions spoke louder than any words of braggadocio could. Between shrieks, Michelle mewled out curses at her tormentor, but all present knew there was no heft to her threats at this moment.
Finally seeming almost bored with her domination, Tisdale roughly shoved her victim off of her knee, letting Michelle crumple in a tearful heap to the floor. Standing up, the blonde sneered, "You're not even worth the honor of this glorious ass," grasping her own butt with her hands to emphasize her insult. Then she added haughtily, "You're dirt under my heel, slut." With that, she placed her left foot down upon Michelle's face, pressing the sole over the brunette's mouth and covering her nostrils, crudely smothering her anew. Trachtenberg's arms flailed uselessly for a few moments, then fell to her sides limply, her glazed eyes fluttering shut.
Ashley flexed her arms in a victory pose and accepted the cheers and applause of the spectators, then strutted away from her sprawled and defeated adversary as a Queen disdains a vanquished rival.
