Michelle Trachtenberg VS Amanda Seyfried
The devil has pale skin.
Amanda Seyfried had managed to grab the rope after a grueling affair, stretching her lithe arms as far as they would go as she fought to feel the rough velvet against her skin. Her brunette opponent heard the ref's words as a distant echo, hardly even registering them as such in the heat of the moment. As per the match rules, Michelle Trachtenberg had to honour the code of the ring and let one of her most hated adversaries go.
At least, that's what the rules stated. But Trachtenberg wasn't one to play nice, instead preferring to teeter on the edge of any sanctioned guidelines. She thought back to how the match had gone, wanting to relive those precious few minutes again.
After seizing a handful of her opponent's lengthy hair, Michelle Trachtenberg had then jerked the blonde down and forced Amanda's head in between her slim but wicked thighs. In a second, the haughty brunette bore down with all her strength, throwing everything she had left into one of her favourite - and most nefarious moves - the Standing Head Scissors. Holding onto Seyfried's shoulders to steady herself, Michelle applied a terrible pressure to the sides of her opponent's skull, an amount which Seyfried was all too familiar with. The blonde gritted her teeth as she pulled at Michelle's ankles, her face threatening to turn blue as she yearned to break free of her long-time rival's dreaded gams.
The two had fought many times, and Seyfried damn well knew that you don't let Michelle Trachtenberg of all girls get her legs around you. Amanda knew the danger those ballet-trained thighs posed, yet staying out of their reach was not an easy task considering what a hellian Trachtenberg was in the ring.
"BREAK THE HOLD!"Back in the present, Michelle looked up in mock annoyance, her arms splayed out in the referee's direction as he yelled for her to release her captured opponent. Seyfried gripped Michelle’s knees now and tried to force the scissors apart, but it was fruitless as the 5'7" actress refused to release her vice, "Come on, let me have my fun! The bitch ain't even purple yet!"
"You know the rules, Trachtenberg! Let her go or you're disqualified!" the ref yelled above the cacophony of the jeering crowd, half ordering Michelle to release her hold and the other half enticing her to tighten it further.
"Disqualified? I don't think so... because I think little Seyfried here is going to submit before you can even count to ten. Am I right, bitch?" she hissed at the poor soul trapped between her snow-white thighs. In response, she grit her teeth and cinched her legs tighter around Amanda's head as the latter continued to pull and tug against the brunette's deadly limbs, screaming between gritted teeth as the crowd began to boo the pale brunette's cruelty, "Nod your head if that's a yes," she ignored them as she giggled, knowing full well Seyfried couldn't move an inch with Trachtenberg's thighs framing her face. She looked back up at the crowd, flipping them off as she reached down with her other hand to stroke the blonde's hair.
Seyfried’s heavy gasps for breath filled the room as she tried to twist her head out from the vice, but to no avail. As Michelle had predicted, the beauty's face began to adopt a shade of lavender as her eyes slowly glazed over. There was nothing worse than when stubborn meets prideful in the ring--Michelle too stubborn to release her hold and Seyfried too prideful to admit that she can't escape it.
Finally, Michelle releases her hold just before the ref reaches the count of ten. She watches unconcernedly as Seyfried collapses to the ground, blonde hair strewn over her head to hide her features. Michelle crosses her arms as the ref berates her in front of the entire stadium, but she only offers a deviant smirk towards her unconscious opponent from the corner of her eye as she knows who the real winner is between them.
