Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Lauren Taylor
There’s one thing that can be said about a ten hour jet flight from Tokyo to L.A….it gives you ample time to think. And Sarah had a great deal to think about.
Here she was flying first class, and it felt for all the world as if she were crawling back to America with her tail between her legs. She had gone to Japan determined to reverse her recent bad fortune, but only to find even more of it, as she was defeated following a rousing brawl by Keiko Kitagawa.
She had been journeying to the celebrity catfight circuit in Japan for some twenty-five years, and for nearly all of them, she was one of the most successful fighters of all time, dominating the sport. And the same held true back in America. But in recent years, that dominance began to slip. Ever so gradually at first, but eventually with increasing frequency.
Sure, she knew she wasn’t 25 years old anymore…that she was no longer the young firebrand who could outwit, outfight and outlast anyone she faced. But as age began to diminish her speed and her endurance, she reasoned that she could more than make up for it with her greater skill and experience.
But that proved to be not the case. Oh, she still fought well; brilliant, even. For the first half of any match, she was still one of the very best. But as the minutes ticked by, the tide would turn. Her timing would be off, or she’d mis-read an opponent’s intention, or she’d simply grow too sluggish and winded. And then she would lose.
She certainly shouldn’t be surprised, given the fact that she could now see forty receding in the rear view mirror. Few of the other celebs who started in the fighting society when they were all young are still toughing it out today. They knew when to get out, it seems.
But the thing of it is, Sarah knew, deep in her heart, that she wasn’t finished yet. She still had damned good years left in her. What’s more, she
needed this. She never discussed it with anyone, but she craved the sensation of overcoming another woman and proving her supremacy. But if she ever wanted to experience that again, she needed to overcome her own mounting flaws and resume her victorious ways.
For the hundredth time since she first received the email two days previous, the blonde pulled out her smartphone and looked at the words on the screen. Sharks can smell blood in the water, and as news of Sarah’s latest defeat flashed across the catfighting grapevine, the younger ones began circling.
Gellar hadn’t even heard of Lauren Taylor before, but the match coordinator who forwarded her challenge to the veteran briefly said she was a newcomer, but very impressive, and she had already racked up a number of wins. Sarah didn’t know her, but she knew her kind: young, cocky and pretty, with a streak of viciousness she keeps tucked away except when she’s tearing into some other girl. Gellar knew that kind of fighter well…it described
her to a ‘T’ when she first got into this sport.
And now Ms. Lauren Taylor was looking to take the next step up the ladder by scoring a huge victory over the legend. And while Sarah may not have been much of a winner of late, she was still a name to be reckoned with, and beating her would propel Taylor to new heights. She imagined that the young actress was beside herself with giddiness over the prospect of destroying Gellar and gaining fame for doing so.
Ordinarily as the challenged party, Sarah would have the right of preference over just when the match would take place. But it was a sign of her diminishing influence that instead she was
informed that it would take place in just over two weeks; “The only time Ms. Lauren has available,” she was tartly told.
Yeah, I'm sure, Gellar thought to herself. The blonde ran her palm across her belly and gave the tiniest of winces, as she was still sore from an abdominal clawhold that Kitagawa had punished her with in their match. She would have preferred a couple of weeks more to fully recover and partake in extensive training in preparation, but this was the hand she was being dealt. If she turned the match down, the word would go out that Sarah Michelle Gellar was washed up. Or, worse yet, afraid of little Lauren Taylor. So she agreed to the date. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back in her seat and thought about happier times.
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AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!Sarah’s piercing screams filled the air. Lauren had placed both of her feet on either side of her prone opponent’s head, stepping on Gellar’s long blonde hair. She then grasped her foe’s wrists and yanked her arms up, pulling Sarah’s torso up as well…but with her head pinned down by her own hair, her scalp was on fire with agony.
The younger blonde then lifted her right leg and pistoned three quick short stomps to her victim’s face with the sole of her foot, leaving Gellar glassy-eyed and moaning. Sarah’s partisans in the elite group of spectators winced and grew increasingly despondent, as they feared they were witnessing the coming of yet another defeat.
The veteran had come into this match expecting that her young opponent was like most every other newcomer…over-eager and prone to mistakes. She was wrong. Lauren Taylor possesses a savviness in combat that is far beyond her years. Knowing that Gellar performed best in the early part of her matches, Lauren stayed on the defensive, counting on her greater endurance to sustain her during the assault. And so it did, so that as the older woman started losing steam, the youngster was able to launch her own offensive. As the minutes ticked by, the look on Sarah’s face told the tale, as her expression went from determination, to frustration, to concern, and now to fear-tinged panic. She was losing again, and worst of all, it wasn’t to a fellow veteran, but instead to a smug rookie.
And the look gracing Lauren’s deceptively angelic features could indeed be termed “smug”. And with good reason. She had long been planning for this, having put Gellar in her crosshairs months ago, and carefully awaiting the perfect moment to strike. While beating the veteran tonight would hardly have the same cache it would have held had she done so just a few short years ago, it will still be a fine feather in her cap, and provide a boost to her fledgling career But the young blonde plans to do much more than simply beat the legend.
While it’s true that Gellar had suffered a string of defeats over the past 18 months, her pride had not allowed her to submit in any of them. Rather, her opponents had to literally beat Sarah senseless in order to win. But that wasn’t what Taylor wanted.
No, she was going to be the first to make Sarah Michelle Gellar not only verbally submit, but to scream out her surrender, and to beg for mercy! She was going to break the veteran in both body and spirit tonight.
Bending down and filling her fists with her dazed opponent’s tangled hair, Lauren hauls Gellar up to her unsteady feet. Stepping behind her, and turning Sarah so that she faces the spectators, Taylor entwined her body with that of her rival, applying an abdominal stretch. Their bodies now torqued together, all of the pressure was on the veteran’s frame, and she snapped out of her stupor as the first wave of pain struck.
Sarah moaned and mewled as her body was agonizingly bent against that of her tormentor, as Lauren gradually applied more and more pressure to the hold. Perspiration glistened across the bodies of both beauties as this tableau of anguish ground on for one full minute…two…three. The onlookers could now see the sparkle of tears in Sarah’s eyes as her lower lip quivered.
“Say it,” Lauren purred into her ear. “Say you give up…say I’ve beaten you.
And then beg me for mercy!”
A small gasp of dread escaped from Gellar’s lips at these words, but still she refused to surrender. Looking into the faces of her most ardent supporters, she saw unhappy resignation in their eyes, for they had given up on her.
But
she hadn’t given up on herself.
The pain was mind-numbing, but she forced herself to block out as much as she could. Then with a sudden roar…all present at first thought it was her screamed submission at last…Sarah deftly executed a hip toss, throwing her startled adversary over, where she slammed to the floor with a thud. Gellar staggers back, her right hand clutching her aching left side ribs. Lauren sits on the floor for several moments, a look of absolute shock and dismay on her face.
What the hell just happened?Collecting herself, she rolls over to her hand and knees and jumps up, ready to engage again and regain the upper hand. But she is met with a knife hand thrust to the solar plexus that draws a sharp gasp of pain. A backhand slap to the face sends her spinning and stumbling to the side.
Shaking her head, her face now beclouded by anger, Taylor balls her fist and throws a right cross that smashes into Gellar’s jaw, and now Sarah is the one who stumbles back. The smirk returned to her face, the younger battler again draws back her right fist, ready to throw another haymaker…except now when she does, it is blocked by her target’s left arm, and an instant later Gellar follows with an uppercut that snaps her adversary’s head back sharply with a spray of sweat.
Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Sarah throws her another blow, this one aimed precisely at the spot just above Lauren’s breasts to be a perfect heart punch. Eyes going wide and her mouth falling open as she lets out a wheeze of breath, the younger woman reels backward several faltering steps until she lands unceremoniously on her read end.
“You want to hear a submission that badly?” Gellar grimly asks. “Then you will…except it will be yours!”
A kick to her flank sends Taylor rolling over onto her stomach, and Sarah swiftly sits down on her back. Reaching behind with her right hand, she grabs her opponent’s right foot and yanks her leg up and back. With her left hand, she cups it under Lauren’s chin and pulls her head up. The youngster squeals and whines in anguish, her fists pounding at the carpeted floor, her body trembling from the pain. She holds out for several minutes, even as tears streak down her face, trailing black mascara. Finally, she rasps out the inevitable words…
“STOP! I…I GIVE UP!”But Sarah doesn’t release her. Instead she calmly asks, “Who’s the better woman?”
Sobbing now, Lauren whimpers,
“You are…you’re the better woman! Please, now let me go!”Having exacted a submission and made the cocky little bitch beg a bit, Sarah is satisfied. She releases her handholds and stands up. She doesn’t even bother striking a victory pose, she just turns and strides back to the bedroom prepared for her. She didn’t have to say a thing, for her actions spoke volumes tonight:
Sarah Michelle Gellar is back!
