A seated Mish nervously bounced on the edge of the bed in tonight's penthouse battlefield, ready to stop the end run of little ingénues blowing her doors off. The blonde waited in her patented zebra-stripe twist-tie, ready to shut the doubters down and up.

There's a bit of murmuring on the other side of the door, then it swung open and Lucy Hale strode in. For what was easily the biggest match of her burgeoning career, the pretty brunette tyro sported dark gray string bikini bottoms and a matching halter style top. Her dark hair was pulled up and back in a messy battle bun. When her eyes found Mish, they narrowed noticeably. "I like you, Michelle," she told the veteran, "it might not be cool to say it, but I do. But someone's gotta pay Krissy's tab. And you're the one who signed on."

Mish ran a hand through her pixie cut, hopped off the bed and strode directly at her fellow flyweight. She bumped chests with the Liar. "And you're going to pay for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Mish grabbed onto Lucy’s shoulders and backed her toward the wall behind Hale, planning on playing the bully the Pack had in the boxing ring.

Lucy leaned into the blonde and hooked one arm around the back of Mish's head, but she didn't try to push forward or even slow the veteran's momentum. It was only when she felt her heel brush against the baseboard that Hale balled her other hand into a fist and PWAKKED it tartly against blonde tummy. Snarling even as her back n' butt pressed against the wall, Lucy fired another punch into Williams' belly, trying to make her pay for every inch of territory.

Mishy breathlessly ‘guhhs’ through the pik-pak but managed to press Hale into the plaster. The blonde shifted a forearm under Lucy’s chin and lifted a knee toward the open midriff of her foe, planning on paying back double for the pretty little punches.

"NNNNGGGHHH," Hale tried to double up as the Kneelift spiked her navel, but Mish's intruding forearm kept her from getting too far. Electing to fight knees with knees, she planted on her left foot, she pivoted and aimed a Kneelift of her own at Williams' thigh.

The pointy joint drove into the muscle of Mishy’s plant leg and the blonde’s stem gave way, an ‘eeping’ Williams ending in a genuflection in front of Lucy. Her arms encircled Hale’s hips and Mishy tried to employ damage control by pulling Hale down to the floor with her.

Hale tried to keep her feet but Mish held on like a little blonde bulldog and the rookie ended up sprawled beside her opponent. Situated several inches higher by lieu of Michelle's coil on her waist, Lucy couldn’t rightly hug back, so she grabbed as much of the pixie cut as she could and started squirming her legs, trying to get an early Scissors around Williams' vaunted jubblies.

As the brunette’s legs wound their way around Mishy’s top and flex, Williams offered a breathy gasp, her juggs being pressed instead of pounded. Mish gave up her embrace around Lucy’s middle to try and pry her way free. It seems she’s finding success as Mish got the arms inside Hale’s thighs, but Lucy then clamped tight again now with Michelle’s arms trapped along with her cleavage., the youngster apparently having suckered the vet into the predicament.

Surprised but pleased to find Michelle reduced to one arm, Lucy crossed and re-crossed her ankles, making sure the pressure on her Scissors stayed consistent. In the meantime, she grabbed Williams' other wrist and tucked it away under her arm that's closer to the carpet. "I should punch your face," Hale huffed between squeezes, "but I've got something better in mind." With her free hand, she palmed the back of Mishy's head and pulled forward while simultaneously thrusting her hips. "Tummy, meet face."

Mishy’s elfin features got pulled into Lucy’s flat midriff and she huffed and puffed out a muffled “BFFFTCH”. Michelle snorted tummy and didn’t like it in the least. Having worked one arm free, she ‘PEKKED’ away at Lucy’s kidney, hoping to find the release button.

"OW! STOP THAT!" Michelle of course had no intention of stopping that, so Lucy gave up her tummy facial so she could flatten that hand into a paddle and rain girlie slaps down on Williams' cheek. The blonde kept up her punches through it all, so she popped the Scissors, pulled her legs up and put a foot against Mish's chest, hoping to push her away.

Michelle was sent into a backpedal from the thrust, her arms windmilling until she met up with the foot of the bed. Tumbling onto the mattress, she wiped her face of the perspiration from Hale and pushed to a seat. “Really? You’re going to tummy me? Is there no limit?” The steam was almost visible from Mishy’s ears.

Lucy got to her feet, made a show of 'snapping' her bottoms back into place. "Kreuk punched a lump into my skull and you're going to bytch about tummy on your face? Maybe Hudgens was right. Maybe it's time you were put out to pasture." Without waiting for a response, she started forward, meaning to tackle Mish onto the bed and really get big on her.

The blonde tried to step to the side but got folded in two by the tackle and was sent sprawling onto the King size. Her belly roiling from the tackle, Michelle nonetheless knew how bad the underside could be when on the bedding. She twisted with all her might to end up in the top position and wind her legs around Lucy’s in dual Grapevines.

There's quite a bit of thrashing, squirming and cursing as blonde and brunette barrel rolled back n' forth across the mattress. Lucy's wiry and powered by the boundless enthusiasm of the tyro, but Mish has all the experience and it's not long before her legs have prized Hale's apart, the blonde taking mount position on a Double Leg Grapevine. Wincing as her hamstrings started to burn, Lucy forced a forearm up against Mish's chin while she reached down with her other hand and started SLAPPING blonde backside.

Furious with her tush getting torched, Mishy slid up Lucy’s body. She gave up the Grapevine in the process, but was apparently determined to put ivory tummy tread marks on Lucy’s pretty features. The forearm under her chin made the effort tough going, but Mish endured for the payback.

The forearm could only hold Williams in check for so long and Hale let out an angry little hiss as the dam broke and tummy flooded over her features. Bucking and twisting against the unconventional smother, she kept up her spanking retaliation, then strengthened it by grabbing a handful of zebra print bottoms and YAAAAAAAAANKING up! “GHEDHOFFAMEEE!"

The blonde shrieked as her undercarriage was split up the middle with the vicious tug. Immediately, tummying became a LOT less interesting as the arching back of the blonde pulled Mishy’s midriff off Lucy’s face. Rolling off Hale and clean off the bed, Mish was happy to THUMP down to the shag, reaching for the newly-created thong and plucking it free with a whispered “bytch”.

With the stripes removed from between her cheeks, Michelle hopped to her feet, albeit in a bowlegged fashion. She caromed a stiff right into the jaw of a rising Hale to send her flat to the mattress, then grabbed a nearby chair. Dragging the furniture into range, Mish climbed up, (wincing as she did), gathered herself and leapt, hoping to Splash the nubile brunette.

The punch had Hale seeing stars, but the heavy draaaaaaaaaaaag of chair on carpet was enough to penetrate the fog in her skull. Eyes fluttering open to the accompaniment of someone scrambling onto something they probably shouldn't scramble onto, Lucy let out a startled shriek as Mishy took to the skies. A veteran in her position would've raised her knees, but Hale was still a tyro and as such she rolled clear, or at least enough to avoid any torso on torso violence. Williams' shins came down across her calves as she was making her escape. Still, it was a small price to pay to pay for the evasion and she got to her feet while Mish was still down on her belly. A moment's hesitation told Lucy she didn't dare brave the chair just yet but she wasn't about to let the Splash go unanswered, so she stomped over to the downed blonde and began to bounce. One, two, three, she hopped up, stretched out and started down, her shadow growing darker and darker across Williams' exposed back.

Mishy was the veteran Lucy was not, but she also didn’t have her face pointed toward the ceiling, meaning she had no view of the brunette. Apparently sensing Lucy would take off for a corner to recover and enjoy her escape, Mishy turned on the mattress to face up to find her. Unfortunately for the blonde. she found the PLL on her way down and Lucy THWHAPPED down tummy to tummy with the Splash Mishy had meant for the tyro moments earlier. Mish jackknifed around Lucy then fell flat, moaning.

Looking quite amazed that the Splash connected, Lucy leaned back on her haunches, smiled broadly, then SLAPPED Mishy's tummy with both hands. Then she did it again, enjoying the crisp SPANK of palm on belly. "You wanna go tummy? Lemme give you some tummy, baby." Circling around to a spot above Williams' head, Hale spread her knees wide and leaned forward, her rump pointing toward the ceiling as she pressed her midsection in against the blonde's face. Working hard to emulate a move Shay had showed her, Lucy started working her arms around the veteran's waist. if she could lock her hands against the small of Mish's back, the blonde would be in trouble.

Her midriff burning from the Splash of the Liar, an aching Mishy fell into a damage control as Lucy spun around and gave her a faceful of abs, this time from the head of the bed. Mishy bucked her legs, as much as her searing belly would allow, but the aching abs kept her stems from working well and the thrusts weren’t enough to work Lucy off for more than a split second at a time. In fact, between the bucks, Hale worked herself tighter, circling her arms around Mishy’s back near the base of her spine and locking fingers.

Lucy's pretty face twisted into an uncharacteristically evil smile as she started really pouring tummy to her opponent. "Hurts, doesn't it?" She spread her knees wider, slid a little lower, forcing the vise press of her midsection down on blonde chest and face. "I may not put a knot on your head, but you'll sure as hell know I've been here!" Hale bounced her hips up and down, using her sweat-tacky tummy like a battering ram on the blonde beneath. As added insurance, she let her hands creep down to Mishy's zebra print again, hooked it in her fingers and resumed her wedgie. "Tears on tummy, Mishy," Hale crowed, "I'm gonna get 'em!"

And in fact if they weren’t erupting from the frustration of the Liar mastering her in the apartment with her tummy no less, Hale’s added grip of her lower togs and pulling up on the zebra print, brought the waterworks flowing in a stream, mixing liberally with the tyro’s tummy sweat. The thump of belly against her face was relentless, the sniveling from Mishy seeming to spur Lucy to further pounding. Mishy’s body grew tense, as she offered one last attempt to rock Lucy off, but it’s only met by another meaty ‘THWAP’ on her greasy features and the sobbing Mishy desperately tapped out a staccato burst on Lucy’s hip.

"YEAH!" Lucy celebrates her conquest by putting her lips to Michelle's gulping midsection and blowing a loud, wet raspberry. Then she released her hooks and sat up, resting just above the blonde's head. Still a bit overwhelmed by her win, it didn’t stop the brunette from scootching forward and sitting her pert tush on Williams' jubblies. Let Hudgens have her stupid gimmick, Hale would make her own way. But way would that be? After a moment's hesitation, she reached out, hooked Mish's leg behind the knee and pulled it up in a Half Matchbook. She was on her way to catching the other leg when she honed in on the blonde's trunks.

Before she realized what's happened, Lucy SMECKED a claw against the center of the zebra print and squeezed HARD. "THAT'S FOR MY FOREHEAD," she yelled, "THAT'S FOR MAKING ME CRY! HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, MISHY?"

Apparently Mishy did not as she howled in pain when the fingers squeezed into the zebra print and the flesh beneath. The blonde, seemingly frozen by the death grip on her crotch, blubbered as Lucy flexed her fingers. “THAT WASN’T ME,” Mish yelped between teary-eyed huffs, “THAT WAS KRISSY! PLEEEASSSE!”

Hale thought about that for a moment, ultimately decided Mishy was right. She had a whole lotta pent up fury she wanted to take out on Kreuk, wouldn't be right to use it all up on a sort of innocent bystander. So after another hard squeeze, she tossed the blonde's leg away and released the Claw. "All right, fine. But you're not off the hook yet, sweetie! You gotta tell Krissy I'm comin' for her. And when I do, she's gonna get a lot worse than this!"

Swinging around quick, Lucy snuggled up high, forcing her trunks against Michell's mouth and nose. Smother in place, she hooked the blonde's legs and leaned forward, the Matchbook making it all but unbreakable. "Go to sleep, Mishy," Lucy bounced hard grinding Williams' face and wrenching her spine at the same time, "go to sleep and dream about the fight you bullies started!"

Already breathless from the attacks and emotions of the preceding minutes, Mishy had no energy to fight her way free from the tight matchbook. And when the blonde’s mouth and nose were covered beneath the sweat-soaked lower togs of Lucy, her hazel eyes turn from wide and panicked to glazed to rolled white in a matter of a dozen seconds.

Hale released Mishy's ankles first, letting them flop down onto the bed without so much as a look. Took her a bit longer to break the smother though, the sight of someone, not just some beach nobody, but an actual legend slumbering beneath her, was something quite wonderful The urge to wake the blonde up for further punishment came on strong then, but she shook it off after several seconds. Eventually she pushed away and slid off the bed.

"You're not a weak link, Mish," the brunette said softly, "don't believe anyone who sez otherwise. But neither am I. And anyone who treats me like one is gonna get what you just got. Tell Krissy K. Tell Mila. Tell anyone who'll listen." No response from the blonde. so she turned away, gathered her robe and knocked at the door to leave.