Amanda Seyfried
Michelle TrachtenbergThe second round of the Team Challenge between the combatants hand-picked by Mila Kunis and Kaley Cuoco promised to have plenty of fireworks. Amanda Seyfried and Michelle Trachtenberg were already in the midst of a blazing hot feud, and making this a Smother Finish Catfight...knowing that both Amanda and Michelle each considered herself the Queen of Facesit Smothers...only added fuel to the fire!
Seyfried had more than enough experience fighting the brunette to know that in a fair fight, neither held an advantage over the other. And, never one to accept a 50/50 chance at victory when she can further tilt the odds in her own favor, the blonde concocted a most devious plan.
Amanda struck before the match even began; she stealthily slipped out of her assigned bedroom in the mansion where the match was being held and slipped silently into Michelle's. From behind the closed doors, the spectators suddenly heard a gasp of surprise, a brief scuffle, and then a pained grunt. As the door was flung open, out came the smirking Seyfried, dragging the stumbling Michelle along behind her by the hair, the whimpering brunette's hands clutching her groin and her face twisted into a mask of pain. "You...you're cheating!" Trachtenberg gasped. "You see any referees around here?" the blonde sneered in response. "This is a catfight, sweetcheeks...that means no rules! I was just smarter than you."
Accepting the obvious that the match was clearly underway, the host commanded all of the spectators to quickly take their seats. On opposite ends of the room sat Mila and Kaley, each silently absorbing the battle unfolding before them. Kunis had a wry smile on her lips, as she clearly approved of her 'soldier's' tactics, while Cuoco appeared angry and concerned for Michelle.
As well she might be. For although Trachtenberg offered brilliant episodes of defense and even managed to provide moments of offense, she was in trouble throughout the match; Seyfried's most decidedly unsportswomanlike pre-fight assault had done its damage, and the brunette could only hope for some sort of miracle to allow her to emerge victorious.
All thoughts of a possible miracle faded with the light in Michelle's eyes, as Amanda pinned her on her belly to the floor and, mounting her back, covered her mouth and pinched closed her nose, cutting off her oxygen. Too battered to break free, Trachtenberg could only give muffled gasps and squirm feebly as her eyes grew glassy and her eyelids became heavy. It was clear to all that she was mere moments away from being suffocated into unconsciousness...that is, if Amanda were merciful.
She was not.
Releasing her smotherhold, the blonde couldn't stifle a leering smirk as her hapless rival pitifully gulped air into her starved lungs. She gave Trachtenberg a few more moments of respite before rolling her over onto her back and then repositioning herself atop the brunette's chest, sitting upon her with her back to Michelle's head. Looking back over her shoulder, Seyfried gave a deceptively innocent sounding giggle and said, "Here's where I prove once and for all who has the best facesit. Of course, if you feel the need to learn this lesson again, I'll always be happy to teach you as many times as you need to learn it." And with that, she slid herself back. Michelle gave a small whine as she saw her tormentor's cotton panty-clad derriere come down and envelope her face. The brunette squirmed, but could not dislodge her rival.
Sitting atop her foe, cruelly smothering her into slumbering oblivion, Amanda casually examined her manicured nails, as if she were relaxing in a chair at poolside. Finally, as Trachtenberg's body ceased to move, the blonde stood up, planted a foot upon her hated rival's face in a further show of degradation, and claimed her victory.
From her seat, Mila joined in the applause, but kept her gleaming eyes locked with those of Kaley. For although the brunette's team had managed to tie up the score, there were still more battle to come....
Team Mila - 1
Team Kaley - 1
