The passage of time had not dimmed the intensity of Michelle and Brittany's feud. If anything, tonight's battle was their most furious yet. And after nearly thirty full minutes of fighting, both beauties were pushed to their limits of endurance and beyond, yet neither contemplated surrender. And so they pushed themselves to their utmost, each desperate to hold out longer than the other.
After tremendous back-and-forth action, it looked as if Snow was on the verge of victory. She had the brunette flat on her back, and with Brittany sitting on Michelle's back, the blonde kneaded her stiletto-like fingers into the soft flesh between her foe's butt and thighs, torturing the howling Trachtenberg with an agonizing 'hammy clamp'. Michelle squirmed in anguish, her legs going numb from the cruel pain, tears welling in her eyes. Her obvious torment was darkly mirrored by Brittany's sadistic glee.
But with a sudden spasm, Trachtenberg manages to roll to her side, throwing the startled blonde off. Even more to the brunette's benefit, Snow's head cracks sharply against the floor, dazing her for the precious moments which her rival needs to rally her last vestiges of strength and lunge at Brittany. Their bodies tangled together, they rolled back and forth across the carpet, as the Hollywood elite who made up the audience marveled at the exquisite mayhem unfolding before their eyes.
Finally, Michelle manages to sit atop Brittany's chest, grabbing her flaxen mane and repeatedly slamming the back of her head into the floor, which leaves Snow's eyes glazed and her body limp. Turning herself around, Trachtenberg inches back, until her derriere is hovering over the sweat-soaked face of her nemesis. With a smirk, Michelle then settles her rear end down over Brittany's visage, smothering her. Snow's body twitches for a half-minute or so, and then ceases to move. Michelle gives her rear end some wiggle, just to humiliate Brittany a bit more, and then, exhausted, she crawls off of the blonde and collapses to the floor, utterly spent.
