Miranda Cosgrove
Sarah HylandIt had proven to be as hellacious a battle as could be imagined, as the two otherwise demure brunettes transformed into savage, snarling wildcats, brutally battling one another across the length and breadth of the penthouse apartment's spacious living room. Control of the catfight swung violently and unexpectedly back and forth between Cosgrove and Hyland, until they had each driven themselves to the brink of utter exhaustion, the two young beauties struggling on with only the dregs of strength left in their scratched, bruise-mottled, sweat-soaked bodies.
Hands tearing at matted manes, they stumbled as one across the carpet, hissing curses at one another between grunts and gasps for breath. Suddenly, one beauty let out a sharply pained yelp, courtesy of a vicious kneelift to the groin.
Miranda's hands plunged to her throbbing netherregions as she shut her eyes tight against the explosion of anguish, knees buckling. A dismissive backhand slap to the face sent her sprawling to the floor on her back, and Sarah was on her in an instant, sitting astride her opponent's heaving chest.
Sliding herself forward as she grabbed her opponent's wrists, Hyland pressed her crotch to Miranda's face, covering her mouth and nose with a smother, but pointedly leaving her eyes uncovered, so that Cosgrove could look up at her conqueror. Grinding down, Sarah smirked and gave a malicious giggle, as Miranda thrashed with all of the fading power she could muster, but to no avail. "That's right," Hyland sneered. "Squirm. I want you to realize just how helpless you are." Tears welled in the hapless girl's eyes as she realized escape was impossible; and then those almond-shaped eyes fluttered closed, as Cosgrove sunk into unconsciousness.
Standing up on shaky legs, Sarah planted the point of her right foot upon her beaten foe's forehead and flexed her arms in a victory pose, as the cheers of the elite onlookers washed over the victorious battler in waves.
