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25 August 2013 Rachel Bilson vs AnnaSophia Robb

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"Home Invasion" AHW

Posted by Rampant Fighting on August 25, 2013, 8:31 pm

‘Hey, I’m AnnaSophia Robb, and I’m going to invade Rachel Bilson’s home. Watch me do it right now.’

‘That intro was perfect,’ Chloe said, once they were past the doorman. ‘But don’t you think we should take the elevator? You don’t want to be catching your breath before you even start the fight.’ The picture bounced and shook as the two women climbed stairs. Sometimes a pink finger smudged against the screen. AnnaSophia’s blonde hair was parted in wavy curls. She already had her fists clenched, and her face was set in a determined expression that made her look younger than she was.

‘I feel super pumped. The climbing helps,’ she said. ‘Besides, she’s like a hundred years old. I could fight two fights and still have more energy than she does.’ At the top of the stairs they turned left and walked down a carpeted hallway. Chloe Bridges dropped back a couple steps and pointed the camera at AnnaSophia’s round ass.

‘You’re looking hot today, gurl. That booty is tight.’

‘Quit filming my butt, Chloe. Hey, this is it, right? 33, that’s what the doorman said, isn’t it?’

‘Only one way to find out.’ She pressed her finger against the bell and held it there.

****

The sound of the blender meant that Rachel didn’t hear the doorbell the first time that it rang. She went out into the hallway barefoot, still in her gym clothes and with her hair tied back in a sweaty ponytail. Through the translucent glass she could see two dark shapes like shadows standing in the corridor. One of them was larger than the other, and both of them were stood closer to the door than people waiting outside typically did. As soon as she turned the handle the door was pushed back hard and she heard a shout and the sound of scuffling feet and a blonde woman in bright spandex filled the widening space.

Fighting in the narrow entranceway was frantic. Rachel was shoved against the wall and beaten with punches and knees, constantly tugged off balance by AnnaSophia Robb’s grip on her sweater. She felt the blonde woman’s hot breath on her face as they bounced in a zigzagging line back down the hallway toward the kitchen. Her heavy top was pulled up over her head and, unable to see, she took a shot to the gut that dropped her to the floor and left her curled up on her side in the sudden dark. AnnaSophia grunted as she stomped down on Rachel’s backside and thigh at least a dozen times, then Rachel heard her footsteps move off and the sound of doors being opened and closed deeper inside the apartment. Rachel got back to her feet and took off her top and threw it on the chair arm. In the silence she held onto the counter and waited for the roiling in her belly to go away. The fury building up inside her felt like a balloon that had been overinflated and was about to burst.

When AnnaSophia came back into the room she was red faced and pouting. ‘Where’s the bedroom, Rachel? Tell me and stay out of my way and the worst thing that happens to you is that you look weak on camera.’

The tall dark-haired woman who was videoing them grinned as she waved at Rachel from behind her phone. The growing ubiquity of YouTube and other sharing sites was allowing young actresses in Hollywood to promote themselves as fighters without finding management or even being booked to appear on a card. All that they needed was a cell phone with a decent quality camera. Home invasions were the name given to surprise attacks where the aim was to fight your way into the victim’s bedroom and film yourself laying there on her bed. They were popular because they were easy to record and there was almost no chance of the target backing out of the fight, but they were dangerous to be a part of. Rachel’s apartment was full of breakable items and sharp surfaces and objects that could hurt you, and AnnaSophia was running on adrenalin. Right now, though, Rachel didn't give a shit about any of that.

‘You think you can just jump me in my own home? And then threaten me? Get out, you little slut, or I’ll throw you out on your ass.’

But AnnaSophia was already looking away, at a door on her left that led to the second floor. Rachel cried out and started to chase her up the stairs. The first room that opened off the landing was a bathroom and Rachel caught her just outside it. They fought on the ground, rolling across cold tiles until they bumped against the wall beneath the sink. In the mirror she could see the open-toed shoes and tanned legs of AnnaSophia’s friend. The tan stopped at her ankles and had been unevenly applied. Rachel and AnnaSophia pulled each other’s hair and punched awkwardly from their entangled position and tried to wedge each other into the join of the wall and the floor.

‘You guys can’t tell this but she smells really bad. I should turn on the shower and give you a wash, stinky girl.’

‘#### you.’

Although she knew that the insult was only intended for the people who would watch the video, Rachel still felt herself blushing. She groaned with the effort of twisting AnnaSophia face down underneath her, but she managed to maintain a precarious straddle of the blonde woman’s back, and from there it was easy to use her knee to pin AnnaSophia’s arm up over her head. Rachel tugged at the bright spandex crop top until it was rolled up around AnnaSophia’s breasts, started to punch at the exposed meat of her ribs and watched the skin turn slowly pink as her small fists landed with a hollow sound that echoed through the small room. AnnaSophia trembled and cried as Rachel beat her. Her legs kicked against the tiles.

‘You’re lucky this is all that you’re getting, b###h. I could have you two in jail for this.’

Rachel’s breathing was returning to normal, and she shifted her weight so that she was no longer sat on the boniest part of AnnaSophia’s hip. She started to turn around to say something to the dark-haired woman who was still videoing them when suddenly AnnaSophia’s body jerked and her arm flew backwards.

Rachel was able to rear up and out of the way and for an instant it seemed as though she had gotten lucky, but sometimes the world does not order itself according to notions of morality or what we think of as justice. She bumped her head hard against the porcelain basin of the sink, and she slipped sideways off AnnaSophia’s back onto the floor, feeling as though she might vomit, her ears full of a ringing sound.

The rest of the fight lasted less than ten minutes. The video that was posted on Youtube showed her holding up her hands, palms out, to try and keep AnnaSophia’s butt from coming down on her face as she lay on the carpet in the corner of her bedroom. The bright afternoon sun had turned AnnaSophia's hair the color of gold.

(I thought in the FCBA world this was kind of a realistic idea. AnnaSophia Robb was charming on the one episode of The Carrie Diaries that I saw, and I think she would be a great fit in the FCBA. Someone should sign her! For fashion fans, they also seem to be planning on giving her some ridiculous outfits on this upcoming season. http://gofugyourself.com/fug-the-set-the-carrie-diaries-08-2013. Chloe Bridges is another of the cast, who I know almost nothing about.)