Sarah Hyland
Emma RobertsIt had proven to be a hellacious battle between Sarah and Emma, their diminutive sizes belying the fury of their Amazonian warrior spirits. Each was bound and determined to prove herself the Biggest Little Bitch in Hollywood, and they punished one another with agonizing holds, mixed with painful hairpulling, biting and scratching.
Ultimately, Hyland managed to lock a sleeperhold on her rival; Emma's arms flailed haplessly as she struggled in vain to escape. Suddenly, with a heavy sigh, her body went limp and her eyes fluttered shut. Smirking, Sarah released Roberts and let her collapse to the floor, where she rolled over onto her back. Hyland stood over her, straddling her waist, hands on her hips as she looked down at her slumbering opponent and sneered, "I guess this proves who's the real bitch around here, doesn't it?"
Suddenly, Emma's eyes snapped open and she drew her right leg up, launching her foot between Sarah's thighs and smashing it squarely into her groin. Hyland's eyes crossed and she let out a sound that was half-shriek/half-whine, and she staggered backward, hands clutching her now-throbbing womanhood. The wily blonde had cannily been playing possum, and her adversary had walked right into her trap.
Climbing back up to her feet, Emma stalked Sarah, then slammed the palms of her hands into the brunette's ears. Hyland howled, her hands now reaching up to her aching ears, leaving her crotch once more unprotected. A devastating kneelift dropped Sarah sobbing to the floor. Emma grabbed her ankles and flipped her over onto her belly, pulling her legs back in a Boston crab.
Sara screamed in anguish, her spine arced in an unnatural angle. Her fists pounded at the carpeted floor in frustration, but there was no hope of escape. She held out for all of fifteen seconds before finally yowling out
"STOP! I QUIT!!!"Emma instantly released the hold, her victory secured. But she wasn't finished yet. Both girls knew instinctively going into this contest that the only way to truly win would be to humiliate the other in defeat. Thus, Roberts knelt down, her hands deftly untying and removing Hyland's bikini. Tossing the garments aside, the golden-maned beauty stood up and walked over to a gym bag she had placed behind a chair prior to the match. From it she retrieved a bridle, and she returned to Sarah. A handful of hair forced the beaten girl to climb up on all fours, and Emma sat down upon her back. She slipped the bit between Sarah's teeth and grabbed the reins, then imperiously sneered, "Crawl." Sarah dutifully complied, carrying her hated nemesis upon her back as if she were a beast of burden carrying a triumphant Queen. Her face reddened with embarrassment, but her tear-filled eyes were blazing with cold fury. Come what may, no matter what, she would get her revenge some day....
