Post by Archer on Apr 4, 2017 14:09:35 GMT -6
DANIELLE CAMPBELL VS. SAMMI HANRATTY AHW FIGHT
Writing by Archer
Danielle Campbell looked around as she, Janel Parrish and Ashley Benson came through the double doors the penthouse suite atop one of the finest apartment buildings in the city.
“When they said Apartment House Wrestling I was expecting something a lot smaller,” Dani said.
A distinguished looking gentlemen appeared to greet them: “We take pride maintaining the finest private wrestling venue in the city. I take you are Danielle Campbell and these are your attendants.”
“Janel Parrish,” said Janel
“Ashley Benson,” said Ashley.
“Very good. Your opponent and her attendants are already here. They are in the bedroom suite to the right. You have the one on the left as your dressing room. I am Mr. Smith. I am here to make sure the arrangements are satisfactory and to take care of any problems that might arrive.
“I’m pretty new at this. Autumn Reeser our communications director recommended you,” Danielle said.
“Ms, Reeser has been a valued participant in our programs here. It was a pleasure to assist you,” Mr. Smith said.
“Really? Autumn Reeser wrestled here?” Ashley Benson gasped.
“Oh you will have to ask her about that. I make it point not to discuss what I see here. Bad for business at times, you understand,” Mr. Smith continued.
“Sssh, you sound like a rookie,” Janel hissed.
“We are rookies! I never wrestled in a place this fancy,” Ashley said.
“You say Sammi Hanratty is here?” Danielle Campbell interrupted.
“Yes, about fifteen minutes ago, she and---“
At that point Mr. Smith was interrupted by the door to the right side bedroom coming open and the familiar face of Zoey Deutch appeared.
“IT’S OK SAMMI, THEY’RE HERE—FINALLY!” Zoey called back into the bedroom in a tone that had the Pretty Little Puncher delegation scowling.
Danielle marched over to the door and confronted Zoey who blocked her from seeing into the bedroom,
“We are right on time—and who else you got in there?” Danielle demanded.
“I am Stella Hudgens,” the younger sister of Vanessa Hudgens announced as she joined Zoey. “I seem to recall helping to liberate that red dress from you down on that island after you cheated to beat Sammi.”
Danielle stamped her foot and called out: “YOU BETTER HAVE MY DRESS IN THERE HANRATTY! I WANT MY DRESS BACK AFTER I”VE TIED YOU IN KNOTS AND PEELED OFF YOUR UNDIES!”
Sammi Hanratty wearing a silk robe appeared holding the red dress on a hanger: “It’s here—you don’t have to shout—and you better have my panties and bra!”
Danielle signaled to Janel who trotted over with a gym bag and pulled out a plastic bag contained the purple with white lace trim bra and panties. Sammi studied then closely.
“I had them hand laundered, just so you would miss them all the more when I go home with them,” Danielle said.
Sammi wrinkled her nose: “I am SO going to enjoy make you submit. You deserve to be reduced to a helpless, quivering ruin.”
“That fantasy keep you awake at night?” Ashley Benson sneered joining the group.
“Actually, it helps me drift off to blissful slumber,” Sammi purred.
Danielle rolled her eyes: “Enough of this talking. Where exactly do we fight?”
As if on cue, Mr. Smith appeared and pointed to the area they had just crossed: “Normally it’s a sitting room, but we have pushed back the sofas and the fight will take place on that specially made ‘fighting carpet’. It will absorb most body slams and not cause rug burn unless you try very hard to make it. Our Mr. Jones here (he pointed to a small, but powerfully built gentleman in traditional referee striped shirt and dark trousers) will be your referee. Our camera system is most discreet. You will not notice it at all. Each team will be presented with a copy of the fight and those will be the only ones in existence. What you do with them is up to you. I will be your timekeeper. As Mr. Jones will explain there is a 10 minute limit. We do have other fights later tonight—“
“Really?” Danielle said. “Are we the first bout of the night?”
“Oh no, you’re the fourth, but we pride ourselves on the speed and thoroughness of oir cleaning,” Mr. Smith said proudly.
“It must be tougher when there is a large audience,” Sammi commented.
“It is a challenge. We usually make those the finals fights of a night, but since you have contracted us for a private fight, that is what you will get.” Mr. Smith said.
“Fine, now let me change so we can get this started,” Danielle announced.
“About time!” Sammi muttered and the Wannabees disappeared into their bedroom suite.
The Punchers turned and headed across the fighting carpet towards the other bedroom and then disappeared inside. These Mr. Smith carefully placed on the table which was located off to one side of the fighting carpet. This was where he would sit with his trusty bell and a digital display which would countdown the 10 minutes allotted to the fight. He and Mr. Jones quietly conferred one last time and then awaited the return of the fighters and their seconds.
Fifteen minutes late the 6 young women had re-assembled around the carpet. Sammi Hanratty and Danielle Campbell were now both in robes as they faced Mr. Jones the referee. The robes were removed (Janel for Danielle, Stella for Sammi) leaving the two petite young women looking fiercely at other in their bra and panties.
Danielle was in a simple red satin bra and panties. Sammi was in black bra and panties with two white stripes at the top of the bra and the panties. Their hair hung loose and they kicked off slippers so that they could fight barefoot.
At a nod from the referee Mr. Jones the seconds departed for separate couples which to wait the proceedings. The referee then went over the few rules for the evening:
“Ten minute time limit. Winning can be 3-count pinfall or submission and no eye gouging or scratching, that is about it. Do you ladies understand the rules and are you ae ready to go.”
Sammi and DC nodded in the definite affirmative. Mr. Jones nodded. He stepped back and signaled to Mr. Smith who rang the bell and triggered the countdown clock.
Sammi and Danielle instantly locked up in a classic tie-and-collar and struggled for position. Then Danielle was able to snake her right foot around Sammi’s trip the blonde up. As Sammi fell backwards, DC grabbed Sammi’s wrists so that when she landed and then tried to arrange her body so that she could crush Sammi under it as she landed. Unfortunately, Sammi got her knee up and Dani ended up with her belly speared on the knee. DC toppled off Sammi, gasping for air and her senses reeling.
Sammi was quickly up from the carpet and slipped in behind Danielle as the brunette was on all four coughing and wheezing. Sammi smoothly slipped her arms under Dani’s and the next thing the PLP fighter knew she was in a full nelson and being pulled to her feet! Sammi then spun around and around before letting go of the full nelson. DC flew across the landed hard and rolled to a dazed stop, face down on the carpet.
Sammi charged and landed a double knee drop onto Danielle’s back as she was trying to get to all four. Instantly Danielle was slammed back into the carpet with a WHOOSH of air being blown out of her lungs. Sammi had a big smile on her face as she got a chinlock on the fallen DC and was clearly moving into a camel clutch as she tried to sit on Dani’s back while pulling back on her chin. However the rookie wrestler leaned too far forward as she attempted to get the camel clutch just right: her chin was now brushing the top of Danielle’s head and the trapped brunette pushed up suddenly.
CRACK!
The top of Danielle Campbell’s head caught the underside of Sammi Hanratty’s chin and stars exploded in the small blonde’s brain. The chinlock vanished and Sammi was swaying on DC;s back and all Danielle had to do was buck her off. As Sammi sprawled on the carpet, DC crawled around and grabbed her wrists. Dani then kneeled atop Sammi in the well-known “schoolgirl pin” position as Mr. Jones moved in for the 3-count.
However, It was now Danielle Campbell’s turn to discover she had made a rookie mistake in positioning a move. She was sitting too far back on Sammi’s torso and within range as the nimble Sammi suddenly got her legs scissored around Dani’s upper body was pulled her off!
Dani and Sammi now scrambled to their feet. Both of them were looking vexed at the way the fight was going, but Sammi had the satisfaction of having just escaped DC’s pin.
“You are NOT going to beat me tonight!” Sammi taunted. “Your panties are mine!”
DC did not reply, but she glared fiercely and charged across the carpet. Sammi let her get close, then charged forward herself. At the least second before collision, Sammi stepped to one side and stuck out her arm. It was a beautiful executed clothesline that struck across the throat and caused her to flip 180 degrees in the air before crashing into the carpet.
“GOTCHA!” cried Sammi who circled around the sprawled brunette stomping her down whenever she tried to rise.
However Dani was able to roll onto her back in mid-stomp and grabbed the descending right foot. DC twisted hard causing Sammi to cry out and then lose her balance, falling hard to the carpet. Danielle then kept her grip on the right ankle and flipped the blonde on her face. However Sammi fired her unencumbered left foot backwards in a mule kick. Likely she was aiming for DC’s stomach, but the blow actually struck dead center in DC’s red satin briefs. Danielle let out a wail of pain and staggered back, clutching at the abused nether region with both hands.
Sammi scrambled to her feet, spun around and leaped into the air. She brought both feet slamming into Danielle’s chest in well-executed flying mare kick. Danielle was lifted off her feet and sent crashing hard onto to her back. Sammi then did a double knee drop onto Danielle already aching chest. Dani’s arms and legs shot up and then collapsed as the knee drop struck home. It also blew the air out of her lungs and with Sammi atop her, it was very hard for the desperate brunette to pull air into her lungs.
It might have been expected that Sammi would move to pin the helpless Danielle, but Sammi slid down the brunette’s body to hook her ankles around DC’s. Then while she used her hands to keep Danielle’s wrists pinned she forced the brunette’s legs further sand further apart in a grapevine. The pressure on DC was made worse by the earlier blow to her crotch and now her inner thighs were being forced to their limits.
Mr. Jones dropped down to inquire if Danielle wished to submit.
“NOOOOOO!!!” Danielle screamed, but she was clearly in much pain.
“Listen to the man, Campbell, give up before you are walking bow-legged for a week,” taiunted Sammi and, more practically she put maximum pressure into the grapevine.
“YOU’RE TEARING ME APART!” Danielle cried as she fought against the white-hot agony.
“Then give up!” Sammi ordered and added one more jolt to the grapevine.
“NOOOOOO!!!” Danielle shrieked, tears were rolling down her cheeks, but then she screamed: “STOP! STOP! I GIVE! I GIVE! STOP!”
Mr. Jones signaled Mr. Smith who sounded the bronze gong and announced: “SAMMI HANRATTY OF THYE WANNABEES IS THE WINNER BY SUBMISSION AT 5:12.”
Sammi leaped off of Danielle and ran to hug Zoey and Stella who rushed off their couch to join in the celebration. Meanwhile a white-faced and weeping Ashley and Janel had hurried to Dani who was curled up in a ball of pain and then their best to comfort her.
“I WANT MY TROPHIES!” Sammi cried as though suddenly remembering the red bra and panties. She rushed back over to find Ashley Benson had prudently brought along a blanket with which she covered the defeated Danielle. DC then stuck out her hand and in them were the sweat soaked red bra and panties.
“I cannot believe you beat me,” Danielle said sullenly.
Sammi held out the undies and smiled: “I’ll have to launder them, but they are going to look SO good on my trophy wall next to your dress. Hey, next time wear fishnets and a garter belt. They would look good too.”
Stella trotted up with the plastic bag containing the purple and white lace undies: “You got them back, Sammi, this is great day for the Wannabees!”
“It sure is!” chimed in Zoey. She gave DC a sneering look. “I just wish it was me beating the panties off you!”
“Okay, you won,” Janel snapped, “now back off and let us get out of here.”
Ashley tried to help Danielle to her feet, but Dani’s legs seemed made of rubber, Janel had to help support her. This was, of course, a most pleasing sight for the Wannabees.
“Hey, let us know when you want to fight again!” Sammi called out.
“Yeah, now that we know how easy it is to you losers, we all may want to try it!” Zoey added.
“I know I do!” chimed in Stella.
However, the Pretty Little Puncher team ignore the taunts and concentrated on getting their defeated teammate to the shelter of their bedroom/dressing room. As the door to the PLP suit closed, the 3 Wannabees did some high fives and went over to thank Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones.
“We will have a properly edited video disc ready for you in 24 hours,” Mr. Smith said. “Oh, and I would not worry, it’s my experience the losers almost always want a rematch.”
“Glad to hear that,” Sammi said. “Because we definitely want to put more hurt and humiliation on those Puncher girls. Right, ladies?”
“Right!” Stella and Zoey echoed.
Meanwhile, Ashley Benson was already telling Janel and Danielle: “They cannot be allowed to brag about this for long. We have got to get them back and soon!”
“Exactly!” Janel agreed.
“I do too, but first, just get me a hot bath and something for all the muscles that bytch pulled. I WILL get my dress and undies back—but not tonight. Oooooo, I hurt so bad right now,” Danielle groaned.
Ashley and Janel hugged her and Danielle did seem to take comfort in this.
“We will get them back—I promise!” Ashley said and the other two girls nodded in agreement. This was one stable vs stable conflict that was far from over!
Writing by Archer
Danielle Campbell looked around as she, Janel Parrish and Ashley Benson came through the double doors the penthouse suite atop one of the finest apartment buildings in the city.
“When they said Apartment House Wrestling I was expecting something a lot smaller,” Dani said.
A distinguished looking gentlemen appeared to greet them: “We take pride maintaining the finest private wrestling venue in the city. I take you are Danielle Campbell and these are your attendants.”
“Janel Parrish,” said Janel
“Ashley Benson,” said Ashley.
“Very good. Your opponent and her attendants are already here. They are in the bedroom suite to the right. You have the one on the left as your dressing room. I am Mr. Smith. I am here to make sure the arrangements are satisfactory and to take care of any problems that might arrive.
“I’m pretty new at this. Autumn Reeser our communications director recommended you,” Danielle said.
“Ms, Reeser has been a valued participant in our programs here. It was a pleasure to assist you,” Mr. Smith said.
“Really? Autumn Reeser wrestled here?” Ashley Benson gasped.
“Oh you will have to ask her about that. I make it point not to discuss what I see here. Bad for business at times, you understand,” Mr. Smith continued.
“Sssh, you sound like a rookie,” Janel hissed.
“We are rookies! I never wrestled in a place this fancy,” Ashley said.
“You say Sammi Hanratty is here?” Danielle Campbell interrupted.
“Yes, about fifteen minutes ago, she and---“
At that point Mr. Smith was interrupted by the door to the right side bedroom coming open and the familiar face of Zoey Deutch appeared.
“IT’S OK SAMMI, THEY’RE HERE—FINALLY!” Zoey called back into the bedroom in a tone that had the Pretty Little Puncher delegation scowling.
Danielle marched over to the door and confronted Zoey who blocked her from seeing into the bedroom,
“We are right on time—and who else you got in there?” Danielle demanded.
“I am Stella Hudgens,” the younger sister of Vanessa Hudgens announced as she joined Zoey. “I seem to recall helping to liberate that red dress from you down on that island after you cheated to beat Sammi.”
Danielle stamped her foot and called out: “YOU BETTER HAVE MY DRESS IN THERE HANRATTY! I WANT MY DRESS BACK AFTER I”VE TIED YOU IN KNOTS AND PEELED OFF YOUR UNDIES!”
Sammi Hanratty wearing a silk robe appeared holding the red dress on a hanger: “It’s here—you don’t have to shout—and you better have my panties and bra!”
Danielle signaled to Janel who trotted over with a gym bag and pulled out a plastic bag contained the purple with white lace trim bra and panties. Sammi studied then closely.
“I had them hand laundered, just so you would miss them all the more when I go home with them,” Danielle said.
Sammi wrinkled her nose: “I am SO going to enjoy make you submit. You deserve to be reduced to a helpless, quivering ruin.”
“That fantasy keep you awake at night?” Ashley Benson sneered joining the group.
“Actually, it helps me drift off to blissful slumber,” Sammi purred.
Danielle rolled her eyes: “Enough of this talking. Where exactly do we fight?”
As if on cue, Mr. Smith appeared and pointed to the area they had just crossed: “Normally it’s a sitting room, but we have pushed back the sofas and the fight will take place on that specially made ‘fighting carpet’. It will absorb most body slams and not cause rug burn unless you try very hard to make it. Our Mr. Jones here (he pointed to a small, but powerfully built gentleman in traditional referee striped shirt and dark trousers) will be your referee. Our camera system is most discreet. You will not notice it at all. Each team will be presented with a copy of the fight and those will be the only ones in existence. What you do with them is up to you. I will be your timekeeper. As Mr. Jones will explain there is a 10 minute limit. We do have other fights later tonight—“
“Really?” Danielle said. “Are we the first bout of the night?”
“Oh no, you’re the fourth, but we pride ourselves on the speed and thoroughness of oir cleaning,” Mr. Smith said proudly.
“It must be tougher when there is a large audience,” Sammi commented.
“It is a challenge. We usually make those the finals fights of a night, but since you have contracted us for a private fight, that is what you will get.” Mr. Smith said.
“Fine, now let me change so we can get this started,” Danielle announced.
“About time!” Sammi muttered and the Wannabees disappeared into their bedroom suite.
The Punchers turned and headed across the fighting carpet towards the other bedroom and then disappeared inside. These Mr. Smith carefully placed on the table which was located off to one side of the fighting carpet. This was where he would sit with his trusty bell and a digital display which would countdown the 10 minutes allotted to the fight. He and Mr. Jones quietly conferred one last time and then awaited the return of the fighters and their seconds.
Fifteen minutes late the 6 young women had re-assembled around the carpet. Sammi Hanratty and Danielle Campbell were now both in robes as they faced Mr. Jones the referee. The robes were removed (Janel for Danielle, Stella for Sammi) leaving the two petite young women looking fiercely at other in their bra and panties.
Danielle was in a simple red satin bra and panties. Sammi was in black bra and panties with two white stripes at the top of the bra and the panties. Their hair hung loose and they kicked off slippers so that they could fight barefoot.
At a nod from the referee Mr. Jones the seconds departed for separate couples which to wait the proceedings. The referee then went over the few rules for the evening:
“Ten minute time limit. Winning can be 3-count pinfall or submission and no eye gouging or scratching, that is about it. Do you ladies understand the rules and are you ae ready to go.”
Sammi and DC nodded in the definite affirmative. Mr. Jones nodded. He stepped back and signaled to Mr. Smith who rang the bell and triggered the countdown clock.
Sammi and Danielle instantly locked up in a classic tie-and-collar and struggled for position. Then Danielle was able to snake her right foot around Sammi’s trip the blonde up. As Sammi fell backwards, DC grabbed Sammi’s wrists so that when she landed and then tried to arrange her body so that she could crush Sammi under it as she landed. Unfortunately, Sammi got her knee up and Dani ended up with her belly speared on the knee. DC toppled off Sammi, gasping for air and her senses reeling.
Sammi was quickly up from the carpet and slipped in behind Danielle as the brunette was on all four coughing and wheezing. Sammi smoothly slipped her arms under Dani’s and the next thing the PLP fighter knew she was in a full nelson and being pulled to her feet! Sammi then spun around and around before letting go of the full nelson. DC flew across the landed hard and rolled to a dazed stop, face down on the carpet.
Sammi charged and landed a double knee drop onto Danielle’s back as she was trying to get to all four. Instantly Danielle was slammed back into the carpet with a WHOOSH of air being blown out of her lungs. Sammi had a big smile on her face as she got a chinlock on the fallen DC and was clearly moving into a camel clutch as she tried to sit on Dani’s back while pulling back on her chin. However the rookie wrestler leaned too far forward as she attempted to get the camel clutch just right: her chin was now brushing the top of Danielle’s head and the trapped brunette pushed up suddenly.
CRACK!
The top of Danielle Campbell’s head caught the underside of Sammi Hanratty’s chin and stars exploded in the small blonde’s brain. The chinlock vanished and Sammi was swaying on DC;s back and all Danielle had to do was buck her off. As Sammi sprawled on the carpet, DC crawled around and grabbed her wrists. Dani then kneeled atop Sammi in the well-known “schoolgirl pin” position as Mr. Jones moved in for the 3-count.
However, It was now Danielle Campbell’s turn to discover she had made a rookie mistake in positioning a move. She was sitting too far back on Sammi’s torso and within range as the nimble Sammi suddenly got her legs scissored around Dani’s upper body was pulled her off!
Dani and Sammi now scrambled to their feet. Both of them were looking vexed at the way the fight was going, but Sammi had the satisfaction of having just escaped DC’s pin.
“You are NOT going to beat me tonight!” Sammi taunted. “Your panties are mine!”
DC did not reply, but she glared fiercely and charged across the carpet. Sammi let her get close, then charged forward herself. At the least second before collision, Sammi stepped to one side and stuck out her arm. It was a beautiful executed clothesline that struck across the throat and caused her to flip 180 degrees in the air before crashing into the carpet.
“GOTCHA!” cried Sammi who circled around the sprawled brunette stomping her down whenever she tried to rise.
However Dani was able to roll onto her back in mid-stomp and grabbed the descending right foot. DC twisted hard causing Sammi to cry out and then lose her balance, falling hard to the carpet. Danielle then kept her grip on the right ankle and flipped the blonde on her face. However Sammi fired her unencumbered left foot backwards in a mule kick. Likely she was aiming for DC’s stomach, but the blow actually struck dead center in DC’s red satin briefs. Danielle let out a wail of pain and staggered back, clutching at the abused nether region with both hands.
Sammi scrambled to her feet, spun around and leaped into the air. She brought both feet slamming into Danielle’s chest in well-executed flying mare kick. Danielle was lifted off her feet and sent crashing hard onto to her back. Sammi then did a double knee drop onto Danielle already aching chest. Dani’s arms and legs shot up and then collapsed as the knee drop struck home. It also blew the air out of her lungs and with Sammi atop her, it was very hard for the desperate brunette to pull air into her lungs.
It might have been expected that Sammi would move to pin the helpless Danielle, but Sammi slid down the brunette’s body to hook her ankles around DC’s. Then while she used her hands to keep Danielle’s wrists pinned she forced the brunette’s legs further sand further apart in a grapevine. The pressure on DC was made worse by the earlier blow to her crotch and now her inner thighs were being forced to their limits.
Mr. Jones dropped down to inquire if Danielle wished to submit.
“NOOOOOO!!!” Danielle screamed, but she was clearly in much pain.
“Listen to the man, Campbell, give up before you are walking bow-legged for a week,” taiunted Sammi and, more practically she put maximum pressure into the grapevine.
“YOU’RE TEARING ME APART!” Danielle cried as she fought against the white-hot agony.
“Then give up!” Sammi ordered and added one more jolt to the grapevine.
“NOOOOOO!!!” Danielle shrieked, tears were rolling down her cheeks, but then she screamed: “STOP! STOP! I GIVE! I GIVE! STOP!”
Mr. Jones signaled Mr. Smith who sounded the bronze gong and announced: “SAMMI HANRATTY OF THYE WANNABEES IS THE WINNER BY SUBMISSION AT 5:12.”
Sammi leaped off of Danielle and ran to hug Zoey and Stella who rushed off their couch to join in the celebration. Meanwhile a white-faced and weeping Ashley and Janel had hurried to Dani who was curled up in a ball of pain and then their best to comfort her.
“I WANT MY TROPHIES!” Sammi cried as though suddenly remembering the red bra and panties. She rushed back over to find Ashley Benson had prudently brought along a blanket with which she covered the defeated Danielle. DC then stuck out her hand and in them were the sweat soaked red bra and panties.
“I cannot believe you beat me,” Danielle said sullenly.
Sammi held out the undies and smiled: “I’ll have to launder them, but they are going to look SO good on my trophy wall next to your dress. Hey, next time wear fishnets and a garter belt. They would look good too.”
Stella trotted up with the plastic bag containing the purple and white lace undies: “You got them back, Sammi, this is great day for the Wannabees!”
“It sure is!” chimed in Zoey. She gave DC a sneering look. “I just wish it was me beating the panties off you!”
“Okay, you won,” Janel snapped, “now back off and let us get out of here.”
Ashley tried to help Danielle to her feet, but Dani’s legs seemed made of rubber, Janel had to help support her. This was, of course, a most pleasing sight for the Wannabees.
“Hey, let us know when you want to fight again!” Sammi called out.
“Yeah, now that we know how easy it is to you losers, we all may want to try it!” Zoey added.
“I know I do!” chimed in Stella.
However, the Pretty Little Puncher team ignore the taunts and concentrated on getting their defeated teammate to the shelter of their bedroom/dressing room. As the door to the PLP suit closed, the 3 Wannabees did some high fives and went over to thank Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones.
“We will have a properly edited video disc ready for you in 24 hours,” Mr. Smith said. “Oh, and I would not worry, it’s my experience the losers almost always want a rematch.”
“Glad to hear that,” Sammi said. “Because we definitely want to put more hurt and humiliation on those Puncher girls. Right, ladies?”
“Right!” Stella and Zoey echoed.
Meanwhile, Ashley Benson was already telling Janel and Danielle: “They cannot be allowed to brag about this for long. We have got to get them back and soon!”
“Exactly!” Janel agreed.
“I do too, but first, just get me a hot bath and something for all the muscles that bytch pulled. I WILL get my dress and undies back—but not tonight. Oooooo, I hurt so bad right now,” Danielle groaned.
Ashley and Janel hugged her and Danielle did seem to take comfort in this.
“We will get them back—I promise!” Ashley said and the other two girls nodded in agreement. This was one stable vs stable conflict that was far from over!