Paris, following her first-ever defeat... courtesy of Scarlett Johansson... was
anxious to return to her winning ways and reestablish her rightful dominance
over the catfighting scene. The best way to do that, she felt, was to face
someone she had beaten in the past and administer a fresh humiliating defeat.
For her intended victim, she chose Jessica... who thus had her own incentive to
win. Following her split with husband Nick Lachey, Simpson was determined
to advance her catfighting career and prove her independence. Beating
Hilton would achieve that... and gain the songbird a much-desired measure of
revenge for her previous loss to the heiress.
Both women possessed two of the finest pairs of legs on the circuit, and
each intended to prove her gams the superior. A best of three falls match
was arranged, and the two blondes garbed themselves in lace teddies and
panties to best show off both their femininity and their bodies.
The first fall went to Paris, who after nearly fifteen minutes of wild back-
and-forth battling between the two, managed to lock Jessica into a
Hammerlock/Chokehold combination that forced the singer to tap out or risk
being KO'd and losing the entire match.
The second round saw the blondes engage in a duel of kicks, each using her
sculpted legs to lash out and punish the other. This contest ultimately
ended in stalemate, but Simpson managed to seize the advantage by shifting
tactics and snaring her rival in a Boston Crab, leaning backward to the
point that it seemed as if Hilton's spine would break! Paris held out far
longer than most, but ultimately she had to submit the fall.
For the third and deciding round, neither battler could afford any
mistakes. They tore into one another with furious abandon, each intent on
destroying the other. Paris aimed much of her attack on her foe's breasts...
slapping, punching, squeezing and twisting them. Jessica focused on
Hilton's taut abdomen with punches, kneelifts and clawholds, trying to break
the billionaire's spirit through the pain to her belly.
Ultimately... perhaps inevitably... however, the end came down to a test of
leg power. Paris had managed to clamp her thighs around Jessica's head, but
Simpson had retaliated by locking her legs around Hilton's waist. And thus
their bizarre struggle was waged, with the two blondes looking like a single
beast trying to destroy itself.
Minute after minute, each beauty poured every last vestige of power into her
legs, desperate to crush the other into defeat. Slowly, it seemed as if the
tide was turning in Hilton's favor, as Jessica's sobbing cries grew more
distressed. Through gritted teeth, the heiress hissed, "You're finished,
bitch! You will worship me... you will call me your mistress!" Then, part
command and part plea, Paris shouts, "GIVE UP, DAMNIT!"
There was no sound from either woman for several heartbeats... but then, one
blonde gives forth a great groan of resignation. The strain of the duel had
simply proven to be too much for Hilton, her threats proving now to have
been little more than empty bravado. Legs going limp, she involuntarily
releases Jessica from her headscissors. And although Simpson looks as if
she can barely remain conscious following the pain she has just endured, a
look of new hope sparks in her eyes. Tightening her body vice even more, she
brings forth a wail of anguish from Paris... who then slaps her hand at the
floor to signal her submission.
"No," Jessica says. "Say it!"
"I... I give up," Hilton gasps between sobs.
"What else?" the singer snarls. "Whose legs rule?"
"Ooooooooohhhhh," moans the heiress. "Go...go to hell, you w-
worthless... peon! Uuuhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The victorious blond would like nothing better than to keep her scissors
locked on for hours more, until she forces the arrogant debutante to beg her
for mercy, but now her legs begin to tremble, and against her will, they
lose all strength and fall limp. She had managed to outlast her rival by
mere moments... and had she not, Paris might well have been able to regain
command and win the battle.
Jessica wants badly to rise up and plant her foot triumphantly upon her
beater foe, but her body rebels. Instead, the victor is gently carried from
the field of battle, as is the loser. And as they depart, both warriors
know that this match settled nothing...that there must be a final reckoning
between them someday, and soon.
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