Hayden Panettiere
Vanessa HudgensGiven how many times they had battled one another in the past, Hayden and Vanessa held no surprises for one another…each knew the other’s strengths and weaknesses intimately. The result was, by and large, a stalemate, and both knew this battle would be won less by overcoming the other than by capitalizing on their rival’s mistakes.
For the spectators, it had been a magnificent contest, with both bikinied beauties subjecting the other to a broad spectrum of holds and maneuvers, both fair and foul. But as each pressed against the limits of her own endurance, those in attendance could not help but wonder if the blonde and brunette would battle one another to an exhausted draw, or if fate would tilt one way of the other.
Suddenly, fate did indeed seem to be bestow its favors, as Hudgens called forth a surge of adrenalin; scooping up her nemesis and lifting her up, Vanessa then brought Hayden down, dropping the blonde’s spine across her bent knee in a backbreaker. Panettiere rolled off of the brunette’s knee and fell to the carpet like a limp rag doll, her face twisted into a mask of pain as she was too paralyzed with pain to do anything more than tremble.
Vanessa knew the match was hers for the taking. But there’s
winning, she mused to herself, and then there’s
victory. Why think small when you can finish this bitch off in a spectacular fashion?
Dragging the dazed beauty by her tangled mane of golden hair closer to a leather sofa in the large penthouse living room, Hudgens began to scale the armrest, clearly setting herself up with what promised to be a backflip through the air into a bodysplash atop her prone target that would be as magnificent to behold as it would be devastating for Hayden.
But it was here that fate demonstrated it could indeed be fickle. In her zeal, Vanessa had not taken into account her own weakened state, which left her balance questionable. Couple that with sweaty feet upon the slick rounded surface of the leather sofa arm, and the result was almost entirely predictable. Losing her balance, Hudgens fell awkwardly to the carpet, landing with a heavy
thud and cracking the side of her skull against the floor, leaving her seeing naught but stars.
As both women lay there, unmoving save for the heaving of their chests as they panted for breath, no one dared consider calling the match to a conclusion. Instead, all sat in rapt silence as minutes ticked by, and both battered beauties called upon whatever dregs of strength they still had left within the deepest recesses of their cores.
Finally…slowly…painfully…Vanessa managed to get up to a seated position with a groan. But any sense she may have felt that triumph was still within her grasp evaporated as she suddenly discovered Hayden directly behind her. Moving with a swiftness that belied her fatigue, the blonde wrapped her legs around her foe from behind, locking her ankles and drawing forth a moaning yowl from the brunette as the scissors tightened mercilessly around her waist.
Then, displaying an adrenalin rush of her own, Panettiere grunted and lifted her adversary up off of the floor, only to bring her crashing back down with a keister bump! An electric current of agony raced up Vanessa’s tailbone and spine. And then the blonde repeated the power move again. And again. All the while she kept her viselock tight around her victim’s waist.
“I’m surprised,” the blonde sneeringly rasped. “I would have thought that fat ass of yours would have provided you with more cushion.” Hudgens could only mewl feebly in response, all power driven from her body, and her mind just barely clinging to consciousness.
Now Hayden would rob her even of that. Releasing her hold, Panettiere let the brunette flop onto her back. The empowered blonde then climbed atop her opponent, straddling Vanessa’s head between her thighs. With a cruel smile, Hayden then slid forward, pressing the crotch of her panties against the mouth and nose of her foe, pointedly leaving her eyes uncovered so that Hudgens could look up and see the triumphant visage of her conqueress.
It wasn’t long at all before the eyelids of the smothered battler began to flutter, her glazed eyes rolling up into their sockets as her futile gasps for air were stymied against the warm womanhood of her mortal enemy pressed against her face.
Hayden proclaimed her victory, and no one saw fit to contest her claim. She then got up off of the semi-conscious Hudgens, and as she rose the blonde said with an impish smile, “I seem to recall a certain stipulation for this match, right?” No one had to be reminded; Vanessa and Hayden, each eager to heap some post-match humiliation upon the other, had agreed that the loser would dye her hair the color of the winner’s locks. Neither for a moment had entertained the notion that she would lose to the other, so neither had any hesitation agreeing to the terms.
Now however there was a winner and a loser, and the winner wasn’t about to wait around for her fallen foe to make an appointment with her stylist. Hair hauling the bewildered Hudgens back to her feet, the smirking Hayden dragged her stumbling to the bathroom just off of the living room, which the blonde had clearly prepared beforehand.
The door slammed shut, and the spectators could hear the sound of running water in the sink…then Vanessa’s whimperings, and Hayden’s delighted cackle. Several minutes passed, and then the door swung open, and out stepped Panettiere, a look of joyously smug satisfaction on her face. Closing the door behind her, the victor sauntered across the length of the room, letting the eyes of every man there drink her in as she headed toward the room reserved for her, where she would shower, dress, and then head straight to the luxury spa weekend she had booked for herself.
Even as Panettiere exited the battlefield, a sudden shriek of distress was heard behind the bathroom door, which then slowly open. Out staggered the sobbing Vanessa, tears streaking her eyeliner down her cheeks, and her once-gloriously raven tresses now crudely bleached a rather unnatural shade of blonde…a badge of dishonor she would have to wear for at least the next few months.
The loser...
And the winner...
