Here's a story for this first fight of the tournament.
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Eight celebrities who've never done anything like this before have been enticed by money, pride and a sense of adventure to participate in a private catfight tournament with a twist. It's the loser who will move on each round, rather than the winner, until ultimately all concerned get to find out who the weakest among them is. And they've been chosen because they seem like exactly the sort of women who wouldn't be very good at this.
And so they arrive one afternoon at the mansion of the very rich, very powerful and very lucky catfight fan who managed to pull this all together. They'll be fighting in the living room, where the large floor space is covered in soft carpet, minimizing the risk of injury, and a bit of couch space for a very few lucky spectators.
There aren't too many rules, just no punches to the face or deliberate attempts to really hurt each other. and he fights will stop when one woman submits. Other than that, they'll use what they can - their limited strength, their smarts, maybe even their feminine wiles if necessary - to try to prove they're tougher than they look.
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Rachel Bilson is a little ball of nervous energy. She's never thought of herself as much of a fighter, and for good reason - her petite build wouldn't strike fear in much of anyone, and she lacks any sort of training or experience to make up for it. But she wants to prove something to herself, and she's counting on running up against someone her own size.
Zooey Deschanel is a bit nervous herself, but masks it with ironic detachment. She expects this to be something a bit different and ridiculous that will make for a good laugh one day. At least, that's what she's telling herself, and projecting.
The women have been told to dress however they like, and both are true to their usual fashion sense. Rachel is in a bright sundress that shows plenty of her bare legs. Zooey is clad in a sleeveless white t-shirt, black skirt, and her usual dark tights. Rachel is wearing sandals and Zooey is wearing ballet flats, but they both slip out of their shoes once they've entered the room.
Rachel can't stop moving, bouncing on the balls of her feet, but Zooey looks considerably calmer - almost lethargic. "So, should we, like, arm-wrestle or something first?" she asks.
"Sure," Rachel blurts out, and the two women lie down on their stomachs facing each other for this unscheduled start to their scrap. After they grip each other's hands, Rachel counts to three and presses with all her might. Zooey is a bit caught off guard - the count was a little quick, she thought - and is surprised to find Rachel forcing her hand toward the floor. She pushes back, but while slightly less slender than her opponent, Zooey isn't exactly a powerhouse herself. Only after a few seconds, when she's on the verge of losing, does she summon the effort needed to power her way up, slowly overpowering the little brunette and eventually forcing her arm down.
"Well, that wasn't so hard," Zooey says as she gets to her knees. That earns her an angry look from her opponent, and without further ado Rachel lunges forward and grabs Zooey by the hair.
"Hey!" Zooey yelps, and responds in kind. But Rachel has a better grip and is pulling like her life depends on it, and Zooey finds herself toppling sideways as the slightly younger woman tries to straddle her.
Zooey's aversion to the pain is stronger than her inclination to inflict it on Rachel, and she releases her rival's hair so she can try to pry her hands from her own. That makes it easier for Rachel to assert control, and she winds up atop her in a schoolgirl pin.
Zooey lifts her stocking-clad legs in the air, bringing them up and trying to wrap them around Rachel's head. But after a few attempts that fall short she lets them flop back down to the floor, and the supine woman goes relatively still, staring up at Rachel with her best attempt at nonchalance.
"Maybe you should just quit now!" Rachel offers, somewhat optimistically.
"Why would I?" Zooey retorts, maintaining a look of contempt despite the position in which she finds herself.
"Maybe because of this!" Rachel responds, reaching back and driving a fist into Zooey's slightly soft belly. It elicits a grunt, but by shifting her weight Rachel nearly allows Zooey to buck her off, so she realizes she'd best not do that again.
Rachel wants badly to end this quickly, but she's realizing this pin alone won't do it. With Zooey now making somewhat more energetic efforts to knock her off, and unsure about how long her rather light weight will be able to hold her down, she tries a move she saw online during some frantic pre-fight research - rolling alongside Zooey while scissoring her head between her legs.
"Ffffffcck..." comes a muffled cry from between Rachel's thighs, Zooey losing a bit of her cool composure as her legs kick in frustration.
Unfortunately for Rachel, there's only so much her slender legs can do. After a few moments in which she seems on the verge of giving up, Zooey gives all she's got to using her arms to try to pry herself free. After a struggle, she's able to get just enough space to pull her head loose and roll away.
"If you were a bit stronger, you'd have had me," she says. "Too bad...." But before she's done talking her fired-up opponent lunges at her, and this time Zooey winds up down face-first with Rachel atop her back.
Zooey is again stunned and slow to react, and Rachel quickly maneuvers herself so that she's in a reverse-straddle, her knees pinning down Zooey's shoulders while she faces her legs.
"Strong enough for you now?" she asks, leaning back so that her ass pushes on the back of Zooey's head, driving her face into the carpet and eliciting a muffled protest. Now she's got Zooey's attention, the hipster darling squirming wildly.
Rachel is having trouble staying on, but she's not relinquishing this position easily. Hoping that a bit of humiliation might break Zooey's will to keep going, she reaches down and hikes up the struggling woman's skirt, revealing the thong under Zooey's tights.
"How about now?" Rachel demands as she lays a smack down across Zooey's exposed cheeks...then another and a third, all of them too hard to be considered playful.
For Zooey, being spanked by this girl is too much to take - but not in the way Rachel had hoped. With a growl, Zooey shows the fight she's been lacking till now - scampering to her knees even as her upper is still under Rachel, then using her arms to push up as hard as she can. The sudden effort is enough to knock her lighter girl off her, and as Zooey bulls forward Rachel is knocked to the side.
They pivot and face each other on their knees again, and for the first time in the fight Zooey has something resembling actual fire in her eyes. Rachel doesn't see it or doesn't care, coming right back at her again. But this time Zooey grabs onto her arms as Rachel tries to wrap her up.
Rachel's eyes flash surprise as, before she knows it, Zooey has used her somewhat sturdier frame to tackle her onto her back. This time Zooey is the one who scampers up into a schoolgirl pin, as Rachel's bare legs kick frantically in the air.
"You wanted to sit on my head?" Zooey demands. "How about I sit on your face?"
With that she hikes her skirt back up to her hips and slides forward, catching her intended target for the moment. But with a squeal Rachel manages to wriggle free, and she quickly scrambles away and jumps to her feet.
Zooey stands up as well, and this time Rachel sees how angry her opponent looks. When Zooey steps toward her, Rachel almost involuntarily jumps back, then reminds herself that she was on top only a moment ago and lunges toward her instead.
That doesn't help her cause much, because after a moment of awkward grappling and hair-pulling, Zooey manages to force Rachel into a headlock. After dragging her for a couple of steps, Zooey thrusts her leg out in front of her, tripping Rachel to the ground.
Rachel lands on her butt with a squeal, startled, and before she has a chance to get back up Zooey places a foot on her chest and pushes her onto her back. Then, rather than join her on the floor, she stands over her. "I think I've got the hang of this now," she announces.
While Zooey is gloating, Rachel wiggles backwards and kicks her legs up, hoping to catch her rival somewhere painful. It's a clumsy attempt that allows Zooey to grab her by one of her ankles, and an even more ill-advised try with her free leg causes that one to be grabbed as well.
With a smile, Zooey looks down on the squirming brunette as she tries to pull free. Then, holding Rachel's legs apart in the air, she places her stockinged foot between them, under her dress and against her panties.
"You know you're going to get dominated so much here, right?" she taunts. "I might as well get you used to it."
The pressure on her crotch hits at both pleasure and pain, but Rachel really doesn't want to find out which one awaits her. As Zooey presses down Rachel redoubles her efforts to pull loose, her hands pressed into the carpet, and with Zooey's balance a little off is finally able to pull her legs free.
Rachel springs back up to her feet like a jack-in-the-box, and now she's the angry one, rushing at Zooey and trying to tackle her. But she doesn't have the power to back it up, and in a moment she finds herself in another headlock, Zooey this time managing to slowly swing her down to the floor.
Zooey comes down on top of her, and mounts Rachel's lower back, facing her head. Her weight is a lot for Rachel's small frame to handle, and her attempts to bridge her off prove futile. After trying and failing miserably to push up with her arms, Rachel reaches back with them hoping to grab hold of some part of her opponent, but has them slapped back down for her trouble.
Zooey has the impression that if she just stayed there long enough Rachel might eventually give up, but she decides to add some incentive. With one hand she grabs the back of Rachel's hair, pulling her head up off the floor and eliciting a small shriek. Then with the other she reaches back and grabs one of Rachel's feet, and pulls it up and in toward herself.
Rachel groans, her hands and her other foot digging into the carpet in frustration. She holds out for a few moments as best she can, but it's no use.
"Stop!" she pleads, banging a hand on the floor. "I give up!"
Zooey gives an extra tug on her hair, then releases both her grips. But she's not quite done just yet.
Quickly pivoting around, she winds up in a reverse straddle of Rachel's shoulders, similar to the one she herself was in earlier, then pauses.
"Remember what you tried to do to me earlier?" she asks. Rachel doesn't respond, but she has a pretty good idea.
Leaning forward, Zooey pulls Rachel's dress up to her hips, exposing a pair of black bikini panties. Then she grabs the waistband of those and pulls them down a bit as well, exposing Rachel's pale behind.
"Nice little ass," she observes, before giving it a hearty smack. With Rachel helpless, Zooey smacks it several more times - not so hard as to really hurt, but hard enough to show who's boss. "This is how you spank someone!" she coos. "Now say you're sorry for trying to do it to me!"
Rachel initially stays silent, but a slightly harder smack gets her attention. "I'm sorry!" she moans. "I should've known better!"
"Damn right," Zooey says, giving one more smack. She pauses for a moment to savour the moment, secretly relieved that she managed to escape her earlier trouble, then stands up. "Sweet little thing," she says. "Maybe you'll get someone you can handle next time."
Rachel lies there for a moment longer, flat on her stomach, her bare ass still on display, before she pulls herself together and gets up to her knees.
She enjoyed that bit of dominance earlier, and she's hoping her next, easier opponent will give her an opportunity for more of it. And if not, well - the truth is that a part of her didn't mind so much being on the receiving end of it, either.
