Reese Witherspoon vs. Rose McGowan by Oberon/FightDir

A lone figure enters a vast gymnasium like room, clad in a tight black vinyl miniskirt, a black silk button down shirt and a black leather motorcycle jacket. The lights overhead reflect brightly off her long purple-streaked dyed black hair She feels exhilarated at the impending entrance of her opponent-to-be, tingling with excitement at the prospect of meeting her skin to skin in combat. Remembering the woman's match against Michelle Williams that occurred not too long ago, she recalled feeling that same glimmer of anticipation at the thought of the two of them in the same compromising positions she witnessed them in.

Calmly looking over every inch of the place inside as she strode around the large room, she could feel her excitement grow learning there would be so many different ringsides of a kind to choose from in preparation of their contest. There was a variety of weight sets, along with American Gladiators style settings to compete in, In the middle of the training center there was a large boxing ring she imagined was also used for wrestling and catfighting. Positioned in various places in the room were large kiddie pools, one filled with the mud they used for shows at nightclubs, another filled with hot oil, another with jello, still another with a substance resembling chocolate syrup, and so forth.

What caught her greatest amount of attention out of everything in the training center was the area located directly in the back of the room, beyond all the sports-oriented accouterments. Separate from the rest of the training center, it most closely resembled a makeshift bedroom, in the center of which lay a bed apparently serving for sexfighting, along with various sado-masochist equipment all around. She wondered which setting her opponent-to-be would prefer the most. Personally, she hoped it would be one of the kiddie pools, but she'd leave that to the alabaster skinned raven-hair when she got here.

Peeling off her jacket, shirt and miniskirt, revealing the tight fitting black vinyl thong bikini she wore that accentuated every curve on her deceptively soft-looking body, she strolled easily over to the weight set, where she proceeded to sit down, placing her feet on the pedals getting ready to test the weights with her legs. Finding the weights were well within her resistance, she began to push her legs outward, the muscles in her thighs bulging each time she pushed, breathing evenly, focusing all her thoughts on her opponent-to-be and more and more looking forward to locking up with Rose McGowan.

Speak of the devil! Just then the door opened again; in walked another figure, alabaster pale and raven-haired, wearing what appeared to be a long black trench coat. Standing up slowly, she casually strolled over to meet her in the room, until they were face to face with one another, hard-facedly, evenly, staring each other down.

A small smile crossed Reese's pretty face then; slapping one thigh with her hand, she intoned, "Rose McGowan, these legs are going to crush the life out of you until you pass out from the pain, hon." Her eyes briefly darting all around the room and the makeshift bedroom area in the back before she asked, "So, where shall we do this?"

McGowan's deep brown eyes, scanned up and down the supple body of her soon to be opponent, and a slow grin crossed her cherry red lips. She slowly unbuttoned her long coat and dropped it to reveal a body as pale as Reese's, clad only in a black leather micro bikini. She sauntered away as she inspected the room, as if making up her mind.

This allowed Reese a more than lengthy look at her well muscled behind as he hips switched knowingly in her inspection of the area. Rose leaned against the apron of the wrestling ring and finally broke the silence with her husky voice.

"Well Reese, you said you wanted a crush war.. and I thought I'd give you what you want.. Now, while the thought of dominating you covered in oil, or mud, or even syrup, is quite appealing.. and I must say the thought of tangling with you in a match on the bed over there... would be way to simple for me to dominate - and win easily.. I'm going to give you what you want, tramp. You wanna try and crush me.. I don't want you to say the oil, or whatever, was slippery, or that you got too involved or inflamed.. no.. I'm not gonna give you an out that easily.. So you wanna try and crush me.. we'll do it here.."

With that said McGowan rolled under the rope and into the ring, she quickly moved to a corner with a broad smile on her face.. waiting to see if the fly would step into her web.

Reese silently watched as Rose moved with catlike grace into the ring and walked into a corner, staring at her with narrowed eyes, waiting patiently for her soon to be opponent to follow. Reese was all too well aware that she was up against a formidable adversary who relished every opportunity to dominate her foes, judging by Rose's performance against Michelle Williams, which she made sure she watched very carefully.

Now things were different, she reminded herself as she seductively insinuated herself into the ring, passing with painstaking slowness through the ropes and padding across the ring in a markedly opposite direction from where McGowan had walked. Taking her place in the corner opposite where the raven-haired woman stood, Reese felt the excitement rising inside her body again at the thought of engaging in grueling battle with the vision before her. Having gotten a good look at her strengths and weaknesses, Reese knew she would have to work extra hard if she expected to win their contest.

They stood there for what felt like a long time, looking each other over, appraising one anothers physical frames as if seeking any potential weak spot to attack first in order to gain an early advantage. Watching from across the ring, Reese saw Rose was staring intently at her supple, soft-looking midriff. Smiling sweetly at the alabaster skinned beauty, Reese lifted her arm, running languid fingers across the smooth skin of her stomach, as if taunting her.

"I'm very much looking forward to our contest, Rose," Reese intoned. "For all your poise and confidence, Michelle persevered through every tactic you used on her, persisting in coming back at you just as valiantly as your attempts to put her down for the count. And she made you give. I will find it every bit as exciting should I have you in that same position. My legs are ready to wrap themselves around that voluptuous body of yours and crush you relentlessly into oblivion. And I will savor every single moment of it."

With that, Reese slowly walked forward toward Rose, who shortly responded in kind. Soon after that, they began to circle each other, watching one another carefully, looking for a mistake to exploit. Reese's fingers were methodically curling inward and uncurling again, almost as if she were envisioning them wrapped around some strategic part of McGowan's body. They circled and circled one another, progressively drawing closer together until they were within striking distance of each other. They stood there then for a few moments, Reese measuring her 5'2" frame against Rose's5'3" frame, appraising her foe one final time before the match was to be underway.

Still smiling that sweet smile, Reese lifted her arms above her head, her fingers splayed outward, carefully positioning her legs underneath her, planting them firmly upon the canvas below to use for leverage. For an instant Rose appeared uncertain as to what she should do next; then she understood the woman's meaning as Reese curled her fingers halfway down and uncurled them, repeating the motion twice. She was daring Rose to engage in a test of strength with her.

An evil smile crossing her own face, McGowan lifted her own hands, bringing them together with Reese's with a resounding twin clapping noise. Their hands clasped together, fingers gripping each other's hands and digits so tightly that they dug harshly into the other's skin. Without warning, the women began to strain to force the other backward. Reese was breathing heavily as she exerted pressure against Rose, her muscles straining to overpower the pale vision before her.

Rose was having none of Reese's aggression, making every effort to push back. Their bodies drew progressively closer together in their exertion, their breathing becoming slightly more labored as together they sought an early advantage over the other. Their limbs shifting to find better purchase on the mat underneath them, they struggled on, their breathing soon giving way to pronounced grunts and groans.

Their fingers tightened in their mutual grasp until both hands of the combatants became white at the knuckles. Their faces revealed gritted teeth and eyes narrowed to slits as they strained further against one another. By this time their alabaster-hued, scantily clad bodies were almost touching, they were so physically close to each other. Refusing to allow the other to draw first blood of sorts, they fought on, drawing closer still until they came chest to chest with each other.

Rose gradually powered down her arms, forcing Reese's hands to her sides, grinning as she lightly abraded herself against Reese's smooth stomach.

Groaning gutturally, Reese flexed her muscles in protest as Rose hissed through her gritted teeth, "This is only a minuscule taste of the domination I'm gonna make you endure. When these arms are coiled around you, cutting off your breathing, crushing your little body down to size, you'll know damn well who the stronger woman is. I'm very much gonna enjoy making YOU scream for a mercy I will not bestow upon you until I am convinced that I've sufficiently dominated you!"

"Don't count on defeating or dominating me just yet, HONEY," Reese hissed back defiantly, leaning harshly on the last word, her arms still straining against her opponent's despite this early advantage, gradually pushing against Rose's arms until they were again over their heads. "I haven't had my turn to show you my brute strength. You thought this body of mine was too frail looking to represent at threat to you? You shouldn't judge a book by its cover!"

The muscles in her arms straining as she said this, Reese curled her wrists so that they were pushing downward on Rose's wrists. Straining further, Reese began to slowly force Rose down to her knees, her pretty face turning beet red from all the exertion. Rose uttered an agonized, frustrated guttural sound as she was forced ever so steadily downward by her opponent, until, before she knew it, she was kneeling before Reese, her face at level with her stomach. Reese capitalized on this, turning her wrists downward as if trying to force Rose down further still.

"How is it possible?" Rose wondered to herself.

Reese didn't look anywhere near as strong as she was turning out to be! Her mouth almost hung open in disbelief at Reese's physical prowess, then, her face darkened with anger at what she saw next. Reese was laughing mockingly at her!

"Not so tough after all, are you, slut?" Reese spat at Rose as she pushed down harder.

Enraged, Rose channeled all her energy into rising up from her knees, her arms trembling in her strain as she pushed herself progressively upward, upward, upward, until with a supreme effort and an extremely loud guttural sound, she regained her feet. With a burst of energy, she forced Reese's arms behind her back, thrusting her torso directly into Reese's, mashing her larger breasts against her foe's. As Rose had hoped, this was exactly the distraction she needed.

Wrenching her hands free, she slammed her arms around Reese's midriff, tightening her muscles to the limits of her strength as she lifted Reese off her feet, squeezing her mightily. Reese threw her head back; her teeth gritted again as she struggled not to cry out in pain.

"Let.... the fuck.... go of me.... you cunt!" she yelled through her teeth at Rose.

"What's the matter, skank, can't poor little Reesey take it?" Rose mocked, squeezing tighter, cutting off Reese's breathing.

With a mighty effort, Reese drove her head forward, smashing her forehead right into Rose's nose, wrapping her arms around McGowan's neck to cut off her breathing as well....Rose McGowan knew she had to do something and do it fast. She quickly lifted Witherspoon's still embraced body, arching her pale back, and brought the other girls crotch down on her on her extended knee. The eyes of the girl in her arms went glassy as pain rocketed through her young body. Rose just smiled her cruel smirk before releasing Reese.

Witherspoon fell to the mat clutching her aching groin. She knew Rose played dirty, but she was starting to get a taste of exactly how dirty the girl played. Rose was slowly circling her, looking for an opportunity. Every time Reese was about to get up or move, down would come McGowan's foot, almost as is emphasizing that Reese should just stay down and take what was coming. But Reese had to much pride to be a tackling dummy for anyone and she knew she had to get out of this situation, and fast or she would indeed risk loosing the match. Her thoughts were cut short, by a fiery pain in her scalp. McGowan had grabbed her dyed black hair and pulled her to her feet. Before she knew was happening Reese was flying across the ring, only to be met by the cables.

Her mouthwatering back and behind hit the cables and Reese found herself flying back in the direction from which she had come. Only god knew what Rose had planned for her and he wasn't talkin' at the moment. Suddenly there was a slap of skin hitting skin and Reese was stopped dead in her track. For a moment the girl looked like a bug pinned to a board. Her eyes huge and glassy her mouth forming a small "o" of pain. McGowan had dropped to one knee, and thrown her fist forward, slamming it into Reese's belly, using her deep innie navel for a target. The pain was such that Reese almost felt that the fist was going to go through her, but that was not the case.

Suddenly, almost in slow motion Reese again fell to the mat, her hands clutching her throbbing abs. All breath gone, she was almost defenseless as Rose strutted and pranced around her. Finally McGowan grabbed each of Witherspoon's legs and spread them wide, preparing to stomp down on her groin, but this time it was McGowan's brown eyes that lit up in surprise. Just as her ankles where grabbed, Reese knew what she must do, As Rose raised a foot to stomp, Reese pulled her legs toward herself, throwing McGowan off balance, then thrusting forward with all the strength she could muster. Her feet caught Rose in her full breasts just before rocketing her up and away from Reese to land with an unceremonious thud across the ring.

Both girls slowly got to their feet, this battle already taking it's toll. Reese kept on hand on her stomach.. which Rose had one arm protectively covering her breasts. After a moment to two got to their feet and started toward each other. Favoring with nurture her wounded midsection and groin area, Reese edged progressively toward her opponent as she moved forward to engage her again, her steps now being taken with careful slowness as she watched every move Rose made with narrowed, discriminating eyes. The brutality and suddenness of Rose's assault had taken her completely by surprise, and she would not allow herself to fall victim to another attack without being aware first.

Rose had punished Reese's stomach and groin with impunity, and Reese surmised her opponent would single out those areas in particular to weaken them sufficiently. As the hellcats stalked one another, seeking an opening to move through, Witherspoon also noticed that McGowan was taking care to guard her pronounced chest from any unnecessary damage. Observing that if Rose intended to weaken the areas she had already gone for on the way to winning the match, Reese decided they might as well do this on equal terms.

The women moved slowly together until their skimpily black clad busts and naked midriffs were lightly brushing against each other. Barely perceptible, Witherspoon noticed, an extremely thin sheen of sweat had broken out on their bodies. Rose's eyes seemed to brighten at the sight of the small amount of perspiration covering Reese's body. Very slightly, Reese pushed against McGowan's breasts with her own, keeping her facial expression even, hoping her opponent would take the bait.

As she expected, Rose suddenly lunged forward, pulling back slightly and violently thrusting her alabaster stomach outward as if to slam it harshly against Reese's waist. Pulling her midriff backward at the last possible instant before their skin would have connected, Reese reached upward, seizing hold of Rose's tits with both hands, digging her fingers into McGowan's ivory globes, falling backward and pulling her foe back down with her. Hitting the canvas, Reese brought her legs up, ramming the heels of both feet into Rose's groin, using her legs to flip Rose over her, pushing up as far as they would go so that Rose flipped over her prone body and landed on the canvas behind her with a resounding thud.

The searing pain of Reese's hands grasping her breasts, the harsh force of the impact of Reese's feet against her crotch and the equally harsh impact of her own body hitting the canvas knocked the wind out of Rose. She lay face up on the mat, struggling to catch her breath as Reese flipped over, moving forward and pouncing on her foe quick as a feline. Reese landed with both knees on Rose's groin area, twisting her hands into claws she used to grip McGowan's supple breasts a second time.

Rose's face contorted in agony at the impact of Reese's knees colliding with her crotch; she stubbornly gritted her teeth top prevent the cry of pain from escaping her lips as Witherspoon's fingers assaulted her gratuitous chest. In desperation, McGowan arched her back in an attempt to buck Reese off of her. Reese, in turn, pulled backward again, forcing Rose to a sitting position. Yanked forward, Rose was met with Reese's knee that impacted deeply into her lower abdomen.

Now it was Rose's turn to bug her eyes wide open and exhale in pain as Reese quickly moved behind her so that she was facing McGowan's back, still maintaining a firm grip on her tits with both hands. Pushing forward, she snaked her legs forward, coiling them tightly around Rose's supple waist. Reese squeezed her eyes down to slits as her face darkened in concentration and the muscles in her legs crushed the soft flesh of Rose's sides.

Squirming to free herself, Rose balled her hands into fist, slamming them brutally into Reese's shapely thighs, trying to loosen them. Reese grunted gutturally with each impact of Rose's fists striking her legs. Releasing McGowan's aching breasts, she grabbed hold of Rose's upper arms. Seizing her wrists with her grip, she forced them behind her back, twisting them upward so that they were crossed one over the other, twisting her wrists harshly back and forth while Witherspoon's thighs remorselessly worked the soft area between Rose's ribs and her hips.... The pain was instant and more than intense. As Reese's pale thighs began to constrict Rose's waist, she knew that she would have to do something fast or she would be in a world of trouble. Reese had effectively immobilized Rose's arms, by keeping them twisted behind and pressed against her already sweat soaked back. Something was going to have to be done and it needed to happen fast.

Reese provided the opportunity that was needed. Rose could feel the girls full breasts press against her shoulder blades as Witherspoon leaned in to taunt her rival. When and opportunity presents its self one needs to take it, and take it Rose did. In a flash her head snapped backward, and her dark hair flying like a mane. Reese didn't even see it coming, she was so intent on taunting Rose. McGowan's head hit Reese on the chin, causing no little pain for both girls, but Rose knew it was coming and Reese didn't. Instinctively Witherspoon's hands shot up to her face protectively. McGowan knew it was a one in a million shot but she had to take it. With her arms free, Rose raised her pale arm up to slam it down on Reese's thigh to break the crushing scissors. This hadn't helped much before, but this time things were different..

As the arm descended downward, McGowan bent at the elbow. The point of her elbow came down directly into the center of the muscle in Reese's thigh. The scream from Reese was near deafening, as she was nursing her chin and unprepared for this new assault.. The maneuver however achieved it's purpose as Rose was able to free herself from the vicious scissors lock around her waist..

Rose had a game plan as she quickly spun around, pushing Reese over onto her back. Then Rose sunk her fingers into Witherspoon's sexy stomach in a devastating stomach claw.

Rose looked at the pained face of her adversary and grinned, "Time for a real tummy ache"

With that McGowan used her other hand to reinforce and strengthen the claw hold on Reese's supple flesh.

The shooting pain Reese could feel coming from her opponent's fingers gripping her fleshy stomach was gradually becoming unbearable. Her pretty face contorted in agony as she squirmed to free herself somehow from the harsh claw hold Rose mercilessly held her in. In answer to her fervent struggles, Rose chortled malevolently and bore down on Witherspoon's writhing body, tightening her hands on her soft midriff. Looking up into the face of her tormentor, Reese saw Rose was looking down upon her, that haughty smirk again crossing her face.

"Looks like I've got you right where I want you, little Reesey," McGowan taunted. "Payback is hell, wench!"

Reese's eyes narrowed at the remark; her face twisted into a harsh mask of anger.

"When I break out of this you're gonna be very fucking sorry, slut!" Reese shot back with loud, enraged, defiance. "I'm gonna scissors you right in half!"

This last was cut off as Reese's teeth gritted in an attempt to prevent another cry of pain from escaping her lips as the grinning Rose bore down harder still, channeling her weight into her arms as she maintained the clawhold. Reese was all too aware she had to mount a counterassault and quickly, or she would be at Rose's mercy.

Rose was kneeling down between Reese's legs, directly in front of her crotch. The area directly in the center of Reese's thigh still ached from the brutal impact of her opponent's elbow striking her. However, Witherspoon had time to relax the muscles in her leg during the time Rose tortured her stomach. Now, lifting her good leg first, she viciously lashed out with her heel, striking out and catching her assailant directly on the nose.

The pain exploded in McGowan's head, coming in waves throughout her head as Reese wrapped the leg she used to retaliate against her around Rose's arms. Lifting her other leg with some painstaking care, she coiled it around the raven haired beauty, completing the scissors hold by locking one ankle behind the other. Gritting her teeth again as she felt the discomfort from Rose's impact on her thigh serving as a hindrance, she applied fierce pressure on both of Rose's arms to break the hold.

McGowan's limbs were captured at such an awkward angle that the pain had become unbearable. Eventually, she felt herself remorselessly forced to release the clawhold on Reese's midriff, her fingers steadily loosening.... loosening.... loosening.... until the hold was broken. To compound on this, Reese lashed out with the leg she used again, slamming her heel into Rose's sweaty tits, propelling her backward. Lunging forward, she seized a handful of McGowan's night-black hair, reaching out with her good leg, trapping Rose's alabaster neck between her thigh and her calf, bearing down as hard as she could.

Rose gasped and choked for air as Reese cut off her breathing; she lifted her hands to Reese's thigh, clawing and scratching in an effort to loosen the hold. In response, Reese bore down harder still, squeezing harshly, her sweaty leg crushing the gothic beauty's windpipe. Desperately, Rose lifted both her legs, slamming them around Reese's waist, locking her ankles together and squeezing her soft midriff in retaliation. Reese responded by twisting her hands into claws, digging them as hard as she could into Rose's crotch.

She howled piercingly in agony as Reese assaulted her womanhood, her cry cut off by Reese's leg choking her. Reese maintained the attack for some time until Rose was forced to release the scissors lock; she wrapped her arms around Rose's thighs, securing them tightly while extending both her legs so that they encircled Rose's neck. Growling like an enraged lioness, she slammed a leglock around McGowan's neck, crushing her windpipe while reaching around to the back of Rose's pale thighs, digging her fingers into the muscle in the back of her legs....

Again, the pain was incredible and Rose gritted her teeth against screaming out.. she wouldn't give that bitch the satisfaction. Her mind raced to figure out a way out of the debilitating hold. Another tensing of Witherspoon's strong thighs and a grunt of agony was forced out of the pale girls lips. She had to do something fast.

Reese grinned as she felt McGowan struggle and thrash. She could feel Rose's hands gripping and sliding all over her sweaty flesh in an attempt to break free. She knew the match was as good as hers.. In the instant after she thought it her groin was again filled with pain. All of McGowan's thrashing about had not been as frantic as it had seemed. There was indeed a method to her madness, as she yanked up again on the material covering Witherspoon's crotch.

Rose growled as she yanked again, wedging material up, harder against Reese's crotch, and eliciting a yelp from the other girl.. Another two or three yanks on the material and Reese was again forced to release the scissors around McGowan's waist, and try to pull the fabric from her groin. Rose lost no time, as she yanked Witherspoon to her feet and secured her in a side headlock. Two steps forward and a leap into the air, and Reese's pretty face was slammed into the mat in a near perfect Bulldog.

Reese saw stars as her face collided with the mat, but her rest on the mat was only temporary. Suddenly she could feel herself being pulled up by the hair, and she could hear the fans screaming their warning. She felt her arms being moved, and dropping over something fleshy, but it was only when she felt McGowan's fingers under her chin that she realized the trouble she was in.

Rose yanked back on the camel clutch and could feel the flesh of Reese's sweaty back pressed against her thighs as she strained backward yanking the poor girls back beyond it's limit. Reese cried out but her teeth were so tightly gritted against the pain that no one short of Rose could hear the moan of agony.

This was not what Reese had expected.. The had agreed to a match, to try and out crush each other, and so far she had only felt the strength of McGowan's bear hug for a moment, and then it seemed Rose had abandoned it, in favor of just punishing her body. Something about this didn't make sense but she also didn't trust appearances, McGowan had tricks up her sleeve, but Reese wasn't sure what they were.

Suddenly, Reese found herself dropped face first back onto the mat as Rose released the camel clutch. There was only a moment respite when a new agony flooded Reese's body. Rose bounced up and down on her opponents slick back as she pulled her legs back farther and farther. Now it was not just her lower back that was in agony but her thighs as well. The thigh that Rose had already elbowed was screaming for release, and all Reese could do was grit her teeth to avoid screaming out.

The pieces started to fall together. The stomach claw, the elbow to the thigh, the camel clutch and now this. McGowan was playing a tactical game.. she was weakening not only Reese's legs, but her stomach and lower back.. the very things that would provide a defense against Rose's brutal bear hug, or what ever method she would close to crush her. Reese now knew was the game was the question is, how much more damage would Rose dish out before deciding the really put the pounds to her, and could she survive?

Reese had pieced together sufficiently enough what Rose's strategy was, as the raven-hair remorselessly continued to torture her legs and lower back in the agonizing hold. McGowan's tactics had worked like a perfect charm this far, Reese conceded her at least that much. Expecting their contest to be strictly a compression war between them, Reese chose to engage her adversary operating on those terms alone, head to head. Now that Rose had systematically been attacking each strategic part of her body so that Witherspoon would be at a disadvantage to defend herself or mount an effective counterassault, she realized that at this point she was in danger of falling victim to the web she was spinning around her.

Forcing herself steadfastly not to panic at the sudden realization, Reese was all too aware she needed to somehow balance the odds between the warring females. She gritted her teeth tighter still, stifling the cry of agony from issuing through her lips as the wickedly grinning Rose unmercifully bent her legs farther backward, rocking back and forth to compound on Reese's discomfort, obviously enjoying her position of superiority. She had found herself in a bind, but she was still in the game. Pushing upward with both arms, arching her back as far as it would go, she reached backward with one hand, somehow managing to seize a handful of Rose's ebony tresses all the way down to the roots. Securing the hold, she pulled at them fiercely with all the strength in her arm, her forearm bulging.

Rose felt as if her scalp was on fire as Reese retaliated. Luckily, Rose was far up enough on Witherspoon's back so that she was able to fight back at all; if McGowan had been sitting on Reese's shapely ass and farther away from arm's reach, she would most definitely be in a greater amount of trouble. Reese allowed the satisfaction of hearing a loud guttural cry coming from behind Rose's gritted teeth as the alabaster skinned beauty's head was forced backward, thrashing in protest. Reese stubbornly refused to let go, tightening her fingers to increase the effectiveness of the hold. All the while though, she could feel the pain in her legs increasing as Rose maintained her own hold and knew she had to release herself soon.

Electing to mount a more effective counterattack, Reese released her handful of Rose's hair, sliding her hand around to McGowan's pale, sweaty face. Twisting her hand into a claw, she quickly raked her fingernails across Rose's eyes, incapacitating her for long enough for Reese to secure a clawhold on McGowan's face, arching her body backward while digging her middle and third fingers harshly into Rose's closed eyes while her forefinger dug itself into McGowan's temple. Enjoying the satisfaction of hearing another guttural cry of pain emanating from her opponent's throat, Reese tightened her fingers, demanding in a loud voice that Rose release her legs immediately.

The women remained locked in that position for what seemed like an extremely long time, neither combatant very willing to give in. Maintaining the hold steadfastly, keeping McGowan's back bent at a painful angle, Reese eventually could quite thankfully feel the pain in her thighs receding as Rose reluctantly released her legs, her hands shooting upward toward her face in an effort to free herself of the brutal face clamp. Exhaling and almost smiling in relief, Reese took advantage of this sudden turnabout, kicking her legs outward to force Rose from her perch atop her, propelling her facefirst to the mat. Rose landed squarely on her forehead, which collided to the mat with a resounding thud as Reese rolled onto her back, desperately catching respite from the relentless assault Rose had inflicted on her.

Breathing heavily as she began to relax her aching body, Reese collected her energy, massaging the areas Rose had weakened as McGowan began to stir. Instinctively, Reese knew that in order to balance things out between them she would have to incapacitate Rose while giving herself a chance to relax her muscles. Seeing Rose slowly crawling toward her, she carefully edged away across the canvas, eyeing Rose in case she made any sudden advances. Sure enough, such a sudden move arrived only a moment later as a snarling Rose lunged toward Reese, her hands outstretched, eager to resume their battle.

Ducking Rose's extended hands, Reese balled her hand into a fist, belting McGowan directly in the mouth, as hard as she could, to sufficiently halt her advance to execute the move she had in mind now. Moving forward as Rose's hand shot toward her lips, Reese slammed her arm around McGowan's neck, dragging her slowly to her feet. Once this was accomplished, Witherspoon proceeded to repeatedly slam her knee directly into Rose's soft midriff, the impact of bare skin colliding with bare skin resounding hollowly in the room. Twisting her body sideways when she was satisfied, she forced McGowan back to the mat, maintaining her hold around her throat while reaching downward and seizing one pale leg behind the knee. Reese brought her arms together in a perfect textbook cradle, applying just enough pressure to cause Rose significant discomfort.

Breathing evenly as Rose's sweaty body squirmed in vain to break free, Reese endeavored to relax her muscles where Rose had systematically attacked her, stretching herself so that she would still be able to use her limbs. She held Rose in that position for a long time, savoring the feeling of McGowan writhing to free herself, then decided another effective hold might be appropriate to even the odds between them.

Releasing McGowan's neck, Reese moved forward again until she was sitting on Rose's lap, pressing her thighs against her adversary's sides as she snaked her arms underneath her foe's and clasped her hands over her throat in a kind of reverse full nelson, incapacitating Rose's arms while cutting off her breathing. Reese smiled sweetly into Rose's eyes as they bugged open wide and she began to writhe and struggle to break free again. Concentrating most of the pressure on Rose's arms, she wrenched and twisted at them in an effort to weaken them as her legs pressed together more tightly at Rose's sides. Again experiencing the satisfaction of feeling her struggles beginning to diminish, Reese's arms changed their position as she still sat facing Rose so that they held Rose's sweaty limbs in a double armbar, trapping the back of Rose's neck underneath her bicep and applying fierce pressure on her arms.

Rose was breathing heavily now as Reese maintained the hold; to add additional impetus Reese decided to slither her legs between Rose's slickened thighs, positioning them so that Rose's ankle was draped over her thigh.

Once this was done, Reese secured Rose's legs in this position, saying, "Let's see you break out of this one, sweetie!"

The pain was intense, but Rose saw a way out quickly. Just inches away from her white teeth where two possible targets Reese's pale heaving bosom or her supple neck. Being who she was Rose opted for the more ample target and sunk her teeth into the moist flesh of her rivals chest.

It didn't take Reese long to release the hold, and roll away screaming and grasping at her chest. Rose quickly got to her feet and swung her arms in broad circles.. making sure they were still in working order and to get some circulation back to them. As she looked up the picture couldn't have been anymore perfect. Completely forgetting everything but the pain, Reese had turned away cupping her aching chest with her lovely backside facing McGowan.

Rose raced across the ring and landed at kick between Reese's legs that would make a field goal kicker proud. There was no scream from Reese except for a silent one, as her mouth jerked open but no sound came out, the pain was too intense to give voice to a sound for it. She just sunk to her knees clutching at her aching womanhood.

Rose lost no time, she leaped into the air, and landed her knee solidly on Reese's muscular calf, with the full intent of injuring her leg further. The intense pain threw Reese again onto her belly on the mat. She struggled to push herself back up, but again McGowan's knee came down, this time in the center of her sweaty lower back.

Again Reese was driven to the mat, as she heard Rose chuckle. Reese was quickly back on her feet but not of her own volition. She was instead yanked to her feet by her hair. She knew it was coming she was certain that with her body as pain wracked as it was that McGowan would apply a bear hug to crush the fight out of her.. but this was not to be.

Reese felt Rose's sweat soaked body press tightly against her back.. she could feel the girls full breasts pressing against her shoulder blades and the girls bare stomach seemed to mold it's self to Reese's back. But McGowan didn't go for a reverse bear hug, instead she slipper her arms around Reese's neck and head in a text book sleeper hold.

As soon as the pressure was applied, Reese began to struggle, as she knew too long in this hold and she would be a helpless victim of the cruel girl attacking her, and that was a place that no one would want to be.

Reese struggled madly to free herself from the tight sleeper hold that held her fast, feeling the oxygen quickly being forced from her body. McGowan stood behind her, chortling malevolently as their frames, now slicked from head to toe with sweat, periodically collided and abraded against one another.

As if taking inspiration from the constant physical contact between them, Rose moved slightly forward and began to slowly grind herself on Reese's back, leaning forward to hiss in Witherspoon's ear, "Hang in there, little Reesey. I'm not quite finished with you yet. After I've summarily weakened your defenses, then I will start with putting the SQUEEZE on your sexy body!"

Rose punctuated the threat with a low chuckle, further compounding her taunting by extending her tongue to softly, seductively lick Reese's outer ear. She was beginning to force Reese down to her knees when Witherspoon suddenly lifted a leg, and with a guttural cry slamming it down as brutally as she could right into McGowan's foot. The impact sent shockwaves of agony throughout Rose's body as Reese repeated the move again, this time lifting her other leg and stomping her heel just as brutally down on McGowan's other foot.

The move had caused sufficient pain in the alabaster-skinned raven-hair to loosen the sleeper hold around Witherspoon's throat just enough so as to allow Reese to lower her head so that her mouth was roughly at face level with her opponent's forearm. Opening her mouth wide, she leaned forward, sinking her teeth into the soft skin of Rose's arm, chewing fiercely, savoring the sudden piercing, agonized shriek issuing forth from Rose's lungs. As Rose's attention was naturally diverted to the searing pain in her flesh, Reese lifted her leg again, driving her heel backward into her adversary's groin with as much force as she could muster.

Squirming her way out of McGowan's grasp, Reese spun around and charged, suddenly catching Rose between her sexily pale legs, lifting her body with one arm while wrapping the other around Rose's neck from behind. Hoisting her up roughly to chest level, Witherspoon ran forward, dropping to one knee while smashing McGowan down brutally hard on her thigh. The pain from Rose's back hitting Reese's leg shot upward and she cried out in pain, the scream echoing throughout the room as she let Rose fall to the floor and rolled away.

Both women had been beating holy hell out of one another like two Olympian goddesses clashing at war for quite some time now. It was obvious at this point that both were significantly spent and exhausted. The warriorettes lay there motionless on the canvas, desperately catching their breath while gathering their strength to resume their epic battle. Neither woman was willing to concede the fight to the other; they eventually made this clear to the other as they shakily began to regain their footing. Reese had been worn out from Rose's systematic attack on her arms, legs and midriff. Those parts of her body were sore and ached terribly, and she couldn't tell exactly how much damage she had done to Rose's resistance. Still, she glared hard at her foe, determined to fight this match until one of them were completely drained of their strength and power and forced to submit to the other.

She approached Rose slowly, carefully watching her every move and ascertaining what her next plan of attack would be. Rose did nothing, apparently expecting Reese to make the first move. Tentatively, Reese extended her arms above her head, inviting Rose to engage in another test of strength. Stepping forward just as slowly as Reese had, McGowan all too willingly obliged, tightly clasping her hands with her combatant's.

Teeth gritted, every muscle straining, they danced horribly around the ring, each hellcat trying to force the other's arms downward for what seemed an eternity. Without warning, Rose lashed out with her heel, catching Reese's sweaty thigh where she had elbowed it earlier in their contest. Loudly, Reese cried out in pain again as she delivered a furious kick straight into Rose's unprotected womanhood, her foot smashing into the tender skin. Rose's face contorted in agony as Reese kicked her in the stomach as hard as she could, Reese's face visibly wincing from the discomfort the motion caused her.

Straining uncomfortably against the strength in Rose's arms, exhaling heavily in her exertion, Reese began to steadily twist her body around, spinning Rose around on her feet so that her back was turned to Witherspoon, McGowan's pale limbs crossed over her sweat-slick, ample chest. Reese was forced to take a moment to catch her second wind after completing the maneuver, her breathing coming in short, cut off gasps as she fought to subdue Rose's squirming body.

That was when an idea struck Reese's mind; they were in a proper position for the honey brunette to mount a new assault and this was definitely a rather appropriate opportunity to cause Rose some additional discomfort. Releasing Rose's arms, Reese quickly coiled one arm under McGowan's armpit and around her throat, gritting her teeth and groaning in discomfort as she wrapped her leg around Rose's thigh, trapping her adversary in a perfect textbook abdominal stretch. Reese bent Rose backward as far as she could as McGowan writhed madly to free herself, to no avail. The strain from maintaining the hold was affecting Reese adversely as well, her arms and legs still aching from Rose's merciless attacks. Still she fought on valiantly.

Twisting her free hand into a claw, she gripped Rose's alabaster waist, her pretty sweat covered face darkening in grim concentration as she dug her fingers in harshly. As she did this, with her free leg she proceeded to knee Rose repeatedly in the muscle in the back of her thigh, slamming her knee into McGowan's leg, wincing and sucking in breath sharply from the discomfort it caused her.

Feeling herself beginning to tire, she finally released the hold, letting Rose sink to her knees as she stepped back. She was quite worn out now from their grueling contest, but determined not to give in to her foe. She had to find a way to even the odds between them if she hoped to emerge the victor of this match. She charged Rose, tackling her back down to the mat as she began again to regain her footing. They rolled around on the canvas, fighting for the upper hand, until Reese seized an advantage presented to her.

They were laying down side by side. Reese had flipped over, seizing a firm hold of Rose's left wrist with one hand. She reached downward and with her other hand she gripped a firm hold on McGowan's ankle; Reese extended her legs so that one was pressing against Rose's heaving side and the other pressing against the inner thigh of McGowan's free leg. Her sweaty chest heaving, Reese then proceeded to painstakingly stretch Rose's sweat drenched body at an agonizing angle, in a ditch effort to weaken her sexily writhing adversary's limbs so that they might continue on equal terms....

Pain rocketed through Rose's body from the bow and arrow hold, this was a hold she had to get out of quickly or it could be very debilitating. She could feel Reese's barefoot pressed against her side and began searching wildly for it with her free hand. Reese didn't see the searching as she had shut her eyes concentrating all of her focus on the hold she had McGowan trapped in.

Reese felt Rose's hand on her foot but knew that the forward pressure would prevent the girl from being able to push it away, and she began to chuckle at Rose's attempt. That laugh soon became a scream as pain erupted in her little toe. McGowan had not been attempting to pry the foot loose only bend the pinkie toe backward near the point of breaking. The pain in her foot caused Reese to let the pressure on her bow and arrow lessen and McGowan was able to squirm out of, with the girls foot still in hand.

Keeping a firm grasp on the girls foot she raised her leg to kick the back of Witherspoon's thigh again, but this time Reese pulled forward as her other foot came up to join the one McGowan held. The force of the jerk sent Rose sprawling forward as both of Reese's small feet met the white flesh of McGowan's stomach. Reaching up quickly Reese grabbed Rose's jet black hair and holding on, pressed up with her feet.

McGowan sailed up and over Reese landing with a thud on her back just above Reese's head. From there it was nothing for Reese to roll backward and find herself seated firmly on McGowan's full chest. With a giggle Reese scooted back until she was seated on the girls slick belly. Reese looked down and winked at McGowan as she cupped her own full breasts in her and started to lower them toward Rose's pretty face. Reese couldn't help but laugh at the panic she could see in Rose's beautiful eyes as those, her forehead and her hair were about the only things that could be seen. She felt for sure she had the bitch this time.

Trapping Rose firmly in her heaving chest, Reese reveled in the expression of complete panic that crossed her foe's sweaty alabaster face, together with the slippery feeling of Rose's sweat covered body squirming in desperate fury to free herself from Reese's clutches. The women had been engaged in total war with one another in that ring for forever it seemed, with each one stubbornly refusing to give in to the other no matter how much punishment was heaped upon them. And now, via fierce determination and au unexpected stroke of luck Reese had a clear advantage over her sexy opponent, one that she intended to take full advantage of.

"Who's got who right where she wants her NOW, Rose?" Reese taunted, chuckling as she bunched her sweaty breasts across McGowan's face, further cutting off Rose's breathing.

Holding Rose in that position for a few more drawn out moments, Reese was struck with a sudden idea. Laughing to herself, she thought it would be an appropriate way to pay Rose back for the beating she had subjected Reese to. Lifting herself up while doing her best to ignore the profound physical discomfort the motion caused in her body, Reese kept her tits firmly planted across McGowan's nose and mouth, and eased the pressure she exerted upon her combatant just enough to allow herself sufficient room to successfully execute her next move. In one fluid motion Reese reached upward to her own chest, pulling her bikini top over her head, exposing her sweaty breasts bare. Lowering herself again, Reese grabbed double handfuls of Rose's raven tresses to secure her head in the smothering hold, cutting off McGowan's breathing entirely.

Looking with great satisfaction down into her adversary's wide opened, panicked eyes, Reese smiled with gleeful sweetness as Rose writhed and undulated like a fish out of water, more desperate than ever now to somehow squirm her way out of the devastating breast smother Reese held her in. Her struggles became increasingly more fervent as she felt her resistance steadily slipping away. Sensing that victory finally very well lay within her grasp to smother the bitch right into dreamland, Reese felt encouraged to press down harder, slowly writhing and grinding her body against Rose's in blatant mockery.

"Relax, hon," Reese laughed, taunting Rose further. "You're not going anywhere."

In the throes of her excitement as she felt Rose's struggling gradually diminish, Reese hardly noticed as her opponent's pale legs lifted themselves upward, lightly brushing against her sides. Then, the gothic beauty slammed her limbs with brute force around Reese's midriff, McGowan's pale thighs clamping down hard on Witherspoon's sweat-slick sides, in the area right between her ribs and her hips. With a guttural scream of rage and frustration escaping her lips, muffled between Reese's breasts, Rose compressed her thighs as tightly as was humanly possible of her under the circumstances around Reese's waist. Violently, Reese's head snapped back as she felt the crushing pressure of her foe's legs crushing her waist, clearly not having expected this mode of counterattack. An instant later came a loud agonized scream from Reese's throat as Rose's teeth sank into one of Witherspoon's tits.

They remained in this position, each combatant striving to wear down the last of the other's resistance, Rose desperately biting down hard on either of Reese's breasts as Witherspoon howled in agony, until Rose was finally able to twist her body so that she was now straddling her adversary. Her face contorted into a feral snarl, McGowan peeled off her own bikini top as her legs still firmly grasped Reese's waist, lowering her ivory breasts down onto Reese's face, repaying Reese in full for the treatment she had received.

"You wanted a crush war, bitch, well you've GOT ONE!" she snarled as she held Reese's head between her tits, securing her by the hair.

No sooner had she spoke this last had her voice spiraled upward into a piercing, almost deafening shriek as Reese's teeth clamped down hard on one of McGowan's engorged nipples.

Painstakingly, Reese somehow managed to roll Rose over so that she was once again on top of her, her fingers clawing and scratching at her legs as they still painfully encircled Witherspoon's midriff, squeezing fiercely. Reese's claws were leaving red scratch marks running all the way down McGowan's thighs. Reese progressed from raking her nails along Rose's sweaty skin to slamming her fists into Rose's legs repeatedly, over and over again until she was finally freed from the agonizing leglock around her. Seizing hold of her calves, Reese lifted her leg, wincing from the pain as she slammed her heel down with as much force as she could muster down into Rose's bust.... once, twice, three times. Rose's face contorted from the pain of Reese's foot striking her aching breasts. Looking up at Witherspoon, her face registered panic again as she learned that Reese wasn't done administering punishment just yet.

Transferring her grip to one of Rose's ankles, she slowly crossed it over her other calf, securing her legs in this position with her own. Leaning back on her hands, Reese threw her head back, gritting her teeth to shut out the pain she felt in her thighs as the muscles in her legs bore down on McGowan unmercifully. Rose cried out loudly as Reese trapped her in this hold seemingly without end, feeling the pressure from the figure four hold blocking out everything else. In desperation, she slowly rolled over so as to put all the pressure on Reese's legs, delighting in the cries issuing forth from Witherspoon's throat. Rose held Reese there like that for a while before Reese reversed the hold again, reasserting the pressure she was inflicting on Rose. By now they were completely exhausted from the energy they exerted to wear down the other; Reese eventually found herself relaxing her legs enough so that Rose was able to kick herself free from the leglock.

Rolling away, Rose favored her knee as Reese lay there on the canvas, her entire body aching horribly. They were equally spent and almost beyond the point of exhaustion, but neither was willing to concede the match to the other. This had become a vendetta between them; only one warriorette was going to leave this ring without having dozed off. Slowly, for what seemed to be a very long time, they regained their knees, crawling across the mat toward each other, visibly wincing with each move they made. Finally, when they had reached arm's length of one another, they tentatively reached outward with their arms, inviting yet another test of strength between them. Remaining on their knees, they clasped their hands, struggling to pin the other to the canvas, finally coming together with a sweaty slap in a bone-crunching breast to breast, double bearhug.

The meaty slap of flesh on flesh was music to McGowan's ears, as they were stepping into her ballgame now. She made sure coming into the embrace that her arms were on the inside and low around Reese's slick midriff. She felt Reese's sweaty arms around her shoulders begin to tighten, and smiled her cruel smile.

Despite the efforts to weaken her stomach, which had worked to some extent, Rose tensed the muscles in her belly and cinched her embrace. This was where being on the inside and low had it's advantage. Reese's arms on the outside and around their upper bodies served to press the bountiful cleavage of the to girls tightly together, but it was Rose's grip around her rivals waist that was really taking it's toll.

Reese's eyes widened as the first pulse from the hug started to force air out of her body, again and again the embrace was tightened forcing the air out in small grunts. Each girl had her head resting on the pale shoulder of the other and the small grunts in Rose's ear were music to her. She was truly in her element as their sweat slick torso's slipped and slid around each others as both beauties tried to crush the life out of the other. Flesh slid and navels quickly kissed and parted in this erotic dance of aggression

Rose's hands bearing down on her already injured lower back were causing more than a small share of pain to Reese, but the damage McGowan's claw had done to her stomach muscles were making it hard to keep them tense and as a result she was being woman handled by her rival, but Reese gritted her teeth and was determined to hold out as long as she could. Hopefully she could hold out longer than McGowan who seemed to truly be in her element.

Seeing that Reese was now firmly trapped within Rose's clutches, Rose grinned with malevolence, tightening her arms further around Witherspoon's sweaty midsection. Although it appeared for a moment that her opponent had well gotten the upper hand, McGowan effectively turned the tables on her and regained control of their epic struggle. With a low chuckle, she channeled as much energy as she could from all the way down in her gut into the excruciating bear hug. Rose squeezed Reese with harsh determination to force a submission from her, taking pleasure in the fervent squirming and agonized grunts issuing forth from her clenched teeth.

Reese threw her head back again, desperately attempting to stifle the pained grunts that were forced from her lungs by the devastating hold. With each passing second she could feel the effect of the powerful arms encircling her and sensed she was helplessly caught in Rose's web now. McGowan's arms almost felt like steel cables coiled around her midriff, slowly wearing down her resistance; together with the aching muscles of her stomach and back throbbing in protest, Reese felt that soon the match would belong to her opponent.

Her entire body ached from the relentless assault subjected to her by the alabaster hellcat; the warriorettes had fought on forever and gained sudden advantages over her respective adversary, though both of then sensed things were coming to an end now, and it was obvious from their current position who would emerge victorious. For the time being, however, Reese did not want to make this any easier for her foe; if Rose wanted a submission from her, she would have to work just a little harder for one. There was one more trick up Reese's sleeve that she had intended to put into action before the match began; she thought now would be the time to do so as a last ditch effort.

Releasing the encircling arms around Rose's upper torso, she leaned her head forward, planting a long wet French kiss directly on McGowan's lips in an attempt to distract her from her efforts. Surprised by the sudden move, while maintaining her bearhug Rose returned the liplock Witherspoon had engaged them in, their lips pressed sensually against one another, tongues fighting sexily for dominance as McGowan still worked to decisively crush the fight out of Reese once and for all in this contest.

A few moments progressed; their mutual kiss was beginning to deepen in intensity. The women compounded on this by beginning to grind their breasts and stomachs together, their slick skin sliding together provocatively. While this was happening, Reese was attempting to bring her legs up to wrap her powerful thighs around her foe's waist, groaning from the pain her injured limbs shot throughout her body. At about the exact same instant McGowan felt Reese's sweaty legs sliding upward against her, she instantly realized what Witherspoon was up to and suddenly lunged forward, pinning Reese to the canvas beneath them.

"I think you've just made a serious tactical mistake there, little Reesey," McGowan chuckled evilly, looking down into her eyes. "Now I believe we both know who's gonna win this match, one way or the other!"

With that, Rose again secured her arms around Reese's waist, crushing her more tightly than ever, stifling the sudden cries coming from Witherspoon's throat by leaning forward and planting another kiss on Reese's lips, grinding her breasts and midriff slowly, seductively against Reese's prone body. The combined assault of agony and ecstasy washing over Reese was now definitely taking its toll on her as she felt her resistance being drained from her tired body. Grinning that cruel grin, Rose compounded further on this by lifting upward just enough to allow some respite, them slamming her torso harshly against Witherspoon's. Reese was exhaling heavily, her struggles diminishing as Rose steeped up her attack, slamming into her harder and harder.

"Come on Reesey, can't you take it?" Rose taunted her sarcastically. "Isn't this where you wanted to take things? Either way, now your sexy ass is MINE!"

Another idea struck Rose then; she laughed silently to herself as she imagined she'd draw Reese ever farther into her web. Sliding downward somewhat along Reese's prone body, she lowered her pale legs so that they entwined around each other's, and their crotches were pressed firmly together. Still grinning, Rose proceeded to grind her womanhood against Reese's as she maintained the force of her bearhug and continued to grind her chest against her adversary's.

Reese was now hopelessly caught and she knew it. Little by little, she felt herself slipping away, her body surrendering to Rose's endless attack as McGowan covered every angle of her strategy, her energy seeming boundless as she edged Reese ever closer and closer to a submission. While she felt it was just a matter of time, she still firmly resolved to hold out for as long as she could before she would be forced to give that submission....

From her position of dominance, Rose continued her attack, systematically rolling her sweaty frame upward along Reese. She was clearly in control of the epic struggle between them; there was no question about that. Why, then, was Reese looking up at her, smiling into her eyes in mockery? Why, then, the sudden expression of hopeful confidence crossing her countenance?

At first the tentative upward thrusts of Witherspoon's midriff appeared to be little more than a half-hearted attempt on Reese's part to stop Rose from dominating her hapless opponent, but something about that smile made McGowan briefly reconsider.

Could it be that Reese intended to mount a counterassault, even now when it was obvious to both of them that Rose was going to claim the victory in their contest? Had Reese somehow sensed the brief moment of doubt in Rose's mind, seen something in her face?

No! This match belonged to Rose. She was the more experienced and she had Reese exactly where she wanted her now, with no hope of escape or retaliation. This was going to end in McGowan's favor, one way or another, she resolved as she stiffened her sweat-slicked body further still, continuing her seductively grinding body rolls against the prone Witherspoon, determined to either force a submission from her opponent or leave her lying there in a puddle in the middle of the ring. She continued her sexy motions - crotch.... midriff.... breasts.... crotch.... midriff.... breasts.... crotch.... midriff.... breasts.... CROTCH.... MIDRIFF.... BREASTS....

"DAMN IT!!!!" she screamed inwardly.

It couldn't have been possible, but Reese was effectively fighting back! Every time Rose completed her body rolls, stopping to grind their bare, sweaty breasts together, Reese thrust her own crotch upward, slapping it hard against Rose's, beginning her own body roll in retaliation. By the time Rose started the move over again, Reese had ground herself against Rose's midriff and stopped at her breasts. The little bitch had somehow figured out Rose's timing and was matching her movements!

Most infuriatingly of all, Reese was looking up at Rose.... and smiling.

The look on Reese's face aroused Rose's anger more than ever. She wanted to rip that grinning expression right off her head. But, at the same time, Rose knew she had to maintain her self control if she expected to emerge the victor in this match. Suddenly, Rose lifted herself from Reese's prone body, glaring down at her as she stood up on unsteady legs.

"Alright, Reese, you little cunt," she snarled at Witherspoon, the smirk now gone from her face. "You want to try to beat me at my own game? You got it!"

With that, she bent down to remove her soaked bikini bottom, tossing it into a corner, leaving herself stark naked. Glaring daggers at Reese again as, still smiling up at her, Witherspoon bent down to slowly remove her own bikini bottom and lay down on the canvas as if inviting McGowan to start again.

Rose continued, "I'm gonna wipe that smile from your face right now! First I'm gonna grind you until you come all over the place; after that's done I'm gonna wrap my arms around your little body and SQUEEZE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU, until I've sent you off to dreamland!"

With that, Rose leaped on Reese, landing atop her with a resounding SLAP that reverberated throughout the vast training/combat room. The impact, Rose observed with significant satisfaction, knocked the breath from her adversary as she once again began her body rolls in earnest, starting with her crotch. Reese began her own body rolls in retaliation. Their bodies stiffened to the limit of their muscular endurance as they both sought to defeat the other. Their breathing and the fervent slapping of their bodies were the only sounds in the room. Both women were becoming aroused as their naked crotches rubbed against one another, and their slick, slippery skin ground together.

It wouldn't be longer now, the contest had crossed the line and both girls knew it.. it would just be a question of who could hold out longer. Both girls had endured quite a bit in the savage and erotic match, but with the eroticism that had been added, both knew they could not hold out much longer.

The two girls clenched their eyes tightly as their slick young bodies ground together. Suddenly in a change of tactics Rose stopped her body roll and concentrated all of her efforts on Reese's crotch. Her rival sensed it and started her counter attack on the same area. The two girls looked like a savage beast feeding on it's self as they continued their erotic assault.

Each could feel the scream of a climax building in their throats and feel the starting tremors of it in their bellies as they continued to grind and pound the center of their womanhood together. The only sound in the room were the slapping and grinding of the flesh and the grunts and aroused moans of the two starlets. They each knew they couldn't hold out much longer.

Both girls worried as muscles more animal and instinctual began to take over and the grinding was not just their own but something much more primal, as if their bodies were on auto pilot, they both knew the end was coming soon, but as for who the winner would be, neither was sure at this point, all they could each do was try their best to hold off until the other girl exploded.

Gradually, the warring hellcats began to feel their sweat-drenched, exhausted bodies reacting instinctively to the incessant erotic provocation of the other. It was almost as if both women had been possessed by something primordial that had originated deep within the pits of their souls, and neither were acting of their own accord. What's more, Reese and Rose both discovered this mattered very little to them. Their contest had continued for an eternity, it seemed, and each was consumed with one thought only: the defeat of her opponent.

Without realizing what was happening, Reese forced herself upright into a sitting position, her every muscle screaming in protest as she moved. Gripping McGowan's slick alabaster thighs, Witherspoon pulled harshly forward as Rose shifted her body to compensate for the change in position. Shortly, they both found themselves sitting upright, their legs entwined, their wet crotches pressed firmly together. As if by a mutual unspoken signal, they began to fervently hump one another, grinding their womanhood together, each exhausted fighter desperate to bring the other to sweet release first.

Their cries had been growing steadily louder with each passing moment, until they reverberated throughout the vast room all around the ring. Although she was too far gone to notice, Rose had pushed her womanly chest forward, slamming her breasts against Reese's, grinding herself against Witherspoon's bust as harshly as their crotches ground together. Overcome with passion at the constant rubbing of skin against skin, Reese leaned forward, planting a long, passionate French kiss directly on Rose's lips, in a gesture that spoke louder of desire than conquest. McGowan returned the kiss passionately enough as they fought on.

Faster and faster their bodies abraded against one another, their cries of ecstasy growing louder still. Rose coiled her arms around Reese, locking her wrists together in the small of Witherspoon's back, pulling inward harshly as Reese fought to snake her arms underneath her opponent's. Somehow, aided by the slippery sweat, she managed to slide one arm underneath McGowan's bearhug; they began to exert fierce pressure, pulling themselves closer together and rubbing their bodies together in earnest.

The women felt their orgasms steadily building to a thundering crescendo, until the first throes of their climax took control of their bodies. Their mouths hanging open, they whipped together in a frenzy, neither combatant seeming to care what happened next. Closer to orgasm they came.... closer.... closer.... closer.... closer.... until, finally, about the same instant, the bodies of both adversaries stiffened in unison. Screaming the passion wrought by their release, they found themselves coming again and again and again, their bodies helplessly wracked by their multiple orgasms. Finally, the orgasms had ended; dropping mercifully to the canvas beneath them, they lay side by side for what seemed like forever, taking all the time they needed to catch their breath.

Eventually, when they had rested sufficiently, Rose glared hard into Reese's eyes. The contest was not yet over....

Rose was spent, but looked over at the exhausted girl laying by her side and was consumed with the desire to win. She knew that Reese was as exhausted as she was, and that after what they had both been through it was possibly now or never to begin the end game.

The two slick bodies of the girls were almost side by side so it was nothing for the cruel McGowan to drop her elbow directly into the pit of Witherspoon's heavy belly. Reese grunted as the air was forced from her body, and she then began to cough. As she did McGowan dragged her aching body towards Reese's head, and began to shift her position.

Though tired another sadistic smile passed Rose's beautiful lips as she positioned herself. Reese's slender body had jackknifed from the assault to her abdomen, and as she dropped back from her coughing fit her head hit something. Before she had time to realize what it was Rose's other leg snapped around in front of her throat bent at the knee. Reese gagged as her air supply was cut off. Rose Gripped her foot and pulled back with all her strength, tightening the figure four choke to a deadly strength.

Reese's pale face started to turn a shade of red, as she was choked and her big eyes began to water from the lack of oxygen. Soon her face was deepening and taking on a blue pallor when she heard McGowan say "It's not only my bear hug that can squeeze.. Granted your scissors are impressive, but I'm gonna hear you beg for mercy bitch." The words were muffled to Reese as there was a hollow rushing sound in her ears and her eyes was starting to see spots. Reese could feel a thin line of drool fall from her slack mouth and onto McGowan's pale thigh, and that's when her only solution hit her.

Rose's face turned from a grin of victory to a grimace of pain as Reese sunk her white teeth into the sweaty pale flesh of her attacker. If Reese had hoped it would release her from McGowan's debilitating grip she was right. The pale legs around her throat sprung open and air flooded back into Reese's lungs, so much so that her head felt like it was going to explode, but she had to hold it together.. she had to attack and she had to do it now.

The combatants were on their knees recuperating from the pain they inflicted upon each other, at the end of their endurance and preparing to end their fight decisively. Both women were completely, utterly exhausted by now, although perfectly willing to see this match right through to the bitter end. Reese was still catching her breath from the devastating leglock Rose had inflicted on her when she spotted her pale foe heading toward her, extending her arms outward to end their grueling contest.

Her muscles screaming in protest, Reese propelled herself forward, her expression darkening as she outstretched her own arms. Their naked bodies, so drenched in sweat that they appeared as if they had just taken a shower, clashed together with a wet resounding SLAP as they wrapped their alabaster limbs around one another, somehow managing to entwine themselves in their mutual grasp, each hellcat having one arm tucked underneath her opponent's. Gritting their teeth and throwing their heads back almost in unison, they exerted the last of their energy into crushing the other into oblivion, uttering primal, animalistic sounds through their lips in their final exertions.

For all the effort Reese threw into her bearhug that she could see caused Rose significant discomfort, she could feel her muscles beginning to falter from the endless punishment McGowan had rained on her arms, legs and midriff. Breathing heavily, Reese defiantly tightened her arms around her sexy adversary, but she began to sense that Rose was gradually overtaking her resistance. McGowan seemed to sense this; smirking, she tightened her own arms around Witherspoon, sensing victory finally lay within her grasp, so to speak.

In spite of herself, Reese threw her head back and cried out involuntarily as McGowan's alabaster limbs constricted tighter around her. Squirming uncomfortably, her chest abrading against her foe's, she attempted to gain more secure purchase so that she might be able to mount some kind of a counterattack, or at least fend off Rose's sadistic assault.... to no avail. Rose had her. Still, Reese stubbornly refused to give in to her tormentor.

Sensing that the fight was finally hers, Rose became angered that Reese was not giving the submission the gothic beauty wanted to hear. Growling ferally, Rose thrust herself violently forward, pinning Reese underneath her and proceeded to slam and grind her chest into Reese's, knocking the wind from her sexy opponent.

Rose screamed, "Give, Reese, you fucking bitch! I want to hear you TELL ME YOU GIVE!!!!"

Rose knew Reese was fading fast; she could feel the sweat slicked girl's strength leaving her. She cinched the bear hug tighter pulling Witherspoon tighter to her, almost as if trying to pull her through her own body. Reese threw her head back groaning, and that was when Rose new victory was hers!

"Say it whore, say you submit! Say you're being crushed out! Say I'm the better woman!!"

Despite her agony, Reese managed to pull her head back upright and stare McGowan directly eye to eye, and said, "Go to hell bitch."

This taunt enraged Rose, she was so close to hearing those words she wanted, and yet Reese was refusing to say it. With a grunt Rose redoubled her efforts eliciting another groan of agony from her opponent. The slick torso's of the two young girls seemed almost glued together as the struggled. Reese was beginning to see spots in front of her eyes and her head was starting to droop, with each shake of Rose's body.

Rose knew all the signs; Reese would soon pass out and again she demanded, "Say it, Say you SUBMIT."

Reese's head slumped forward on Rose's pale shoulder. She turned her head to the side and Rose could feel her labored, hot breath against her neck as Reese gasped,



"I.. will NEVER submit to you... bitch!"

With that, Reese's body suddenly went limp in Rose's grasp. Reese has passed out! While, yes, Rose had won, she had out crushed Reese; she'd been denied the victory that she so wanted - to hear Witherspoon verbally submit was what she had been after and that satisfaction had slipped through her fingers.

With a scream of rage she wrenched the bear hug one final time. This time no sound came from Reese, only a huff of air against Rose's pale neck as more air was forced from the unconscious girl.

Rose released the embrace and Witherspoon fell to the mat like a heap of wet laundry, out cold. Rose stood and contemplated other things she could do to the unconscious girl, but it would be no fun since Reese was out.. and Rose enjoyed the pain of her opponents. So, instead, she turned with a sneer calling back over her shoulder to the girl who couldn't hear her, "Next time you WILL SUBMIT, bitch."

With that said she went back up to the dressing room she shared with Christina Ricci to brag about her latest conquest.