Hayden Panettiere
Vanessa HudgensA great deal was made of the fact that Panettiere and Hudgens would be wearing dresses custom made for them...Hayden in Givenchy, Vanessa in Prada...in this Evening Gown Catfight, when in fact those very expensive dresses were reduced to tatters within minutes. Now, stripped down to their panties, the arch-rivals tore into one another like jungle cats, their supple bodies twisting across the plush carpeting, sweat glistens across their skin as they panted for breath and grunted curses at one another that would make a sailor blush.
As the brawl passed the thirty minute mark, both beauties were pushed to the limits of their endurance, their limbs heavy with exhaustion as their chests heaved with every gulping gasp for air. Suddenly, what had been a veritable stalemate from the opening moments saw the tide turn in the blonde's favor, as Hayden ensnared her nemesis in an abdominal stretch. Vanessa whined and moaned as her body was painfully stretched, her last dregs of strength being driven from her by the anguish, as Panettiere's mocking snicker echoed in her ears.
But then, with a defiant roar, Hudgens managed to flip her tormentor over with a hip toss; the blonde landed with a heavy thud to the floor, the back of her skull cracking hard, leaving her seeing stars as she rolled over onto her belly, groaning in pain. Letting gravity do its work, Vanessa flung herself down upon her foe, pressing herself down upon Hayden's back, using her feet inside the blonde's inner thighs to spread her legs out in a grapevine pin, and snaking her arms around Panettiere's head for a sleeper hold that skirted mighty close to a chokehold as well. Hayden's face turned red, then purple as she gurgled and grunted, her hands slapping weakly at the arms wrapped around her head. Her eyes glazed over, a trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth, as finally her body ceased to squirm, and with a heavy sigh, it was plain to all that the blonde was unconscious.
And for that matter, so was the brunette! So great was her exhaustion, that this titanic effort to drive her opponent into defeat sapped the very last of Vanessa's power, and mere instants after her adversary's eyes fluttered shut, so too die those of Hudgens. She lay atop her hated rival, sharing inky slumber with her, but at least able to dream of her victory, while Hayden wallowed in the nightmare of defeat.
