Katie and Stephanie just had entered the ladies room and Layla was barely fifty feet behind. She was sure she'd be able to enlist their help for her planned counter attack. As she drew close to the bathroom, however, she heard the screams of pain and torment from the other side of the door. The cries were her friends voices and she ran to the door and tried to open it! NO! It was locked!
Oi vay!! Her heart sank. This was turning into a rout by the goody two shoes Sweet Petite's! There was only one thing for a girl in her position to do...RUN!
To eliminate any chance of running into any of the enemy Sweet Petite's, Layla ran for the stairwell, planning her escape by taking the stairs down to the underground parking garage where her car awaited. Just as she reached the door to the arena on the main floor, the most dangerous part of the journey, it swung open and Karen McDougal stepped into her path. Using the full head of steam she’d built up on her way down several flights of stairs - and since Karen hadn't expected to encounter anyone in the stairwell - Layla just bowled right over Karen, knocking her to the floor and continued on her mad dash for safety.
After taking a moment to shake the cobwebs, Karen quickly leaped up and ran down the steps two at a time trying catch Layla and bring her back to the arena. Hearing Karen’s footsteps gaining on her, Layla decided if she wanted to make it to freedom, she’d have to slow down the angry brunette’s pursuit. She took off her jacket and wrapped it around her right fist. As she reached the next to last landing, she used her protected fist to smash the wall light bulb, plunging the stairwell into darkness. Karen saw the lights go out but continued to run full speed down the stairs after the fleeing blonde. When Karen was three steps from the landing, Layla, who was lurking in the darkness, reached out between the stair treads and grabbed Karen's ankle.
Before she knew what was happening, Karen went tumbling headfirst through the air toward the cinder block wall at the bottom of the stairwell. She barely got her hands up in time to absorb some of the impact of her head crashing into the wall. But nothing could stop her breasts from being pancaked between her chest and the unforgiving cement. Her forehead hit the wall a glancing blow and she slid down the wall face first, coming to rest on her knees on the landing with her head against the wall.
Layla jumped out from her dark hiding spot, stepped up onto the landing and began driving a barrage of kicks into Karen's ribs and belly. If the impact with the wall didn't knock the wind out of her, this surely would thought Layla. But for now, escape was Layla’s top priority and after one last kick, she jumped down the last steps and bolted into the parking garage as Karen dragged herself to her feet and began to lumber after her. She reached the bottom of the stairs and flung the door open, but Layla was nowhere to be seen!
Layla had been struggling to get her key into her car door lock and dropped the keys when she turned as she heard the heavy crash of the metal door make contact with the block wall of the garage. “Shit!” she thought as she frantically dropped to her knees and searched under the car for her keys. She was still unable to find them as Karen approached the aisle where Layla was ducked down between two cars, hoping that Karen would continue down the row of cars. The garage was dead still and Karen paused, listen for any sound that could lead her to Layla.
Layla quietly circled the car and moved around to get behind Karen undetected. Karen was still looking in the general direction of Layla's hiding spot bringing the contest to a stand still. Layla waited, hoping Karen would move on so she could make her escape, but Karen just stood there. Running out of patience, Layla reached in her purse, took out a handful of change and tossed the coins in the aisle across from where Karen had been standing. When Karen turned toward the sound, Layla sprang from between the cars and buried her fist deep in Karen's belly. She slumped forward at the waist, clutching her stomach as she let out a deep grunt.
Since they were at the Staples Center, Layla decided to stick with the hockey theme and pulled Karen's blouse over her head, muttering, “I'm sorry missy, but I'm going to have to give you five for fighting.”
Layla drove five devastating knees to Karen's blouse blinded face, one after the other. Then Layla pulled the blouse completely off Karen, grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and pulled her upright. Blood was flowing from Karen's nose and the corners of her mouth where Layla’s knee had pounded her. Suddenly, with just she and Karen alone in the parking garage, escape didn’t seem like the most important thing on Layla’s mind any longer.
“Well, I guess I have a minute or two,” Layla thought to herself.
Layla reached out and yanked Karen's skirt down below her knees. Then she grabbed Karen by the throat by one hand and reached down and grabbed a fistful of panties with the other. Grunting, Layla jerked Karen off her feet and raised her over her head. The pain from the front wedgie was nothing to what Karen felt as she was sent flying through the air and came crashing to a sudden stop when her body smashed down on the hood of a car. As Karen lay dazed, her body draped over the hood, Layla grabbed Karen's skirt and pulled it from around her ankles leaving her face down over the hood of the car in just bra and panties. When Layla looked down, a huge smile crossed her face and her eyes lit up. Wouldn’t you know, after all these years, it was just Karen, Layla and a brand new Jaguar! It had been awhile since their last fight, but Layla could still feel the cold metal Jaguar hood ornament that had violated her.
“Well here's to old times!” Layla yelled at Karen as she grabbed her ankles and tried to return the favor, pulling her legs toward the upthrust ornament..
But Karen had anticipated just such a move and as her body slid across the hood, she recognized the make of the car and grabbed onto the top of the hood near the windshield. As Layla put her foot on the bumper and pulled harder, Karen held on for dear life. As Layla's frustration grew, she decided to drop Karen's feet and shift her attack. When Karen felt her legs released, she quickly flipped over and let fly with a kick to Layla's face that stood her upright and got her attention.
Still flat on her back on the hood, Karen kicked out with both feet, flattening Layla's chest and sending her flying backward into a Caddy parked beside the Jag. Karen slid off the hood onto her feet and rained a series of left-right combos to the belly of the stunned blonde. Then grabbing a handful of hair, Karen bounced Layla's head off the door of the DeVille several times until the blonde was dazed and stunned and ready to fall. Like Layla, Karen kept with the hockey motif as she hip-tossed Layla, sending her crashing to the pavement.
“Hip checking is legal in hockey, Missy!" Karen teased as Layla writhed on the cement.
After several stomps to Layla's mid-section, Karen proceeded to strip her all the way down to her birthday suit. Karen used Layla's bra to tie her hands together behind her back, then she made a makeshift leash from Layla’s stockings. She completed her humiliation by using Layla's own panties as a gag so her cries wouldn’t disturb anyone in the arena upstairs.
The melee in the ring had just come to an end in a complete route by the Sweet Petite’s when the stairwell door swung open and a half naked Karen stepped into the doorway. Her body was roughed up and battered and you could hear a pin drop as every eye in the arena looked up the ramp towards her. Then the arena erupted in a deafening roar as Karen strode down the ramp toward the ring with Layla bound and in tow behind her. When she reached the ring, Karen tossed Layla's body onto the pile with the other defeated Petite Elite members and joined the celebration with the Sweet Petite team. As all eyes turned to Layla’s crumpled body, they saw a hood ornament from a 2002 Jaguar sticking out of her ass!