Kaley's face turned varying shades of crimson and then purple as AnnaLynne pulled her arm tighter across her opponent's throat. The sound of her strangling victim's gurglings brought a wicked smile to the rookie fighter's face. As she had hoped, Cuoco came into this fight over-confident, and that gave McCord the opportunity she needed to seize the upper hand...and she was about to show any trace of mercy and relinquish that control.
Knees buckling as she struggled for breath, Kaley slowly began to sink to the floor. As her brain began to cloud over from lack of oxygen, she silently cursed herself for not taking McCord as a serious challenge, and now she was painfully paying the price. But although she was going down, she was most definitely not yet out.
A less experienced fighter might panic in a situation such as this, but in spite of her dire straits, Cuoco's battle instincts remained finely honed. As she fell to her knees, she suddenly lashed back with her right elbow, blindly but perfectly aiming it at her tormentor's tender womanhood.
AnnaLynne shrieked in agony, releasing her chokehold as she doubled over and staggered backward. And despite her body's fervent desire to take the time it needed to recover, Kaley ignored that urge, suddenly spinning around to a seated position. Reaching out, she grabbed the wrists of the startled and confused blonde and yanked them down as hard as she could, even as she brought her right leg up. The result was McCord being pulled face-first into the sole of Cuoco's foot. As Kaley released her foe's wrists, the impact from the blow sent the now glassy eyed AnnaLynne sailing to the floor, where she landed on the carpet with a grunting thud.
Panting heaving for precious breath, Kaley scrambled to her hands and knees and crawled over to her spread eagled adversary. Several maneuvers flashed through her mind, but each was swiftly discarded. This bitch had made a fool out of Kaley, and now she was going to pay in the most precious coin of the catfighting realm: humiliation.
Climbing atop her dazed opponent's chest, Cuoco settled herself down, pressing her string bikini-clad crotch down over the mouth and nose of McCord, making sure to keep her eyes uncovered so that the hapless girl can look up and see the flashing orbs of her conqueror. Tears began to fill AnnaLynne's eyes as she weakly squirmed beneath her foe, her muffled gasps and sobs betraying the hopelessness of her situation.
Chest heaving as she gulped in air, the smiling Kaley brushed back her matted hair and glared down at her beaten victim, as AnnaLynne swiftly slipped into inky darkness, utterly defeated.
