[Golden Goddess]

Another quickie. I had fun with this one!



Ana Cheri vs. Kate Upton

The grin on Ana Cheri's face was so long, it needed to be measured in miles.

What had began as a friendly spar between two women had turned into something much more. Her and Kate Upton had ran into each other on the beach, a chance encounter, and it didn't take long for the two of them to hit it off, and eventually decide to see what the other woman could do. There was some light back and forth at first, but it didn't take long before Ana realized something: Kate wasn't taking her seriously. Even for a spar, it felt like Kate was just toying with her, like she wasn't taking the brunette seriously. Even after Ana decided to pick up the pace and come at the blonde harder, it still felt like Kate didn't see her as any kind of serious competition.

So Ana decided to get serious.

She came at Kate hard, and fast, forcing the blonde to meet her pace. The more popular of the two models had no choice but to step it up, giving back to Ana just as much as Ana was giving to her. Any pretenses of this being either friendly or just a spar were soon thrown out the window, and by the time the crowd had gathered around them, watching and cheering the two beauties on? It had became personal.

Naturally, there had been hair-pulling, and plenty of rolling around in the sand, and more than enough of each woman trying to knock out the other, either through strikes or through the liberal use of each women's impressive and ample assets. In fact, at one point, Kate had almost caught Ana between her famous breasts, thinking she could humiliate the other woman by smothering her out. Ana was clever though. She had seen enough of Kate's fighting to know her style and her preferences in how she liked to finish her opponents. She had figured Kate's pride would take control of her as the crowd gathered around, and she knew that the blonde would try to end things with a quick smother or an attempt at crushing Ana's own tits beneath her own.

It was a mix of her own knowledge and her own sweat-slick, suntan oil-soaked body that let Ana slip away as Kate tried to capture the brunette within her deadly and dangerous bosom. The sheer surprise of Ana's escape left Kate in shock for a moment, and in that moment of surprise Ana struck. She had been able to quickly maneuver around, and throw her legs around Kate's body. Her well-toned and athletic thighs wrapped around Kate's midsection, trapping the buxom blonde within a tight, crushing body scissors, the brunette steadily ramping up the pressure on Kate's waist.

And that's how Ana found herself grinning a miles-long grin, laying in the sand with her opponent. Kate struggled at first, and to her credit she managed to hold out for a while, grasping at Ana's legs, trying to pry the scissors apart. It was all to no avail though. Ana had her right and properly trapped, and eventually, she had no choice but to give in.

Her submission came as a wail, a cry passing through her lips and into the tropical air as a blush crossed over her cheeks, staining them red. At this point, the crowd was cheering for Ana, impressed by her win over the more famous and more experienced Upton, and when the brunette finally decided to show mercy and release Kate, rising to her feet to stand in victory over the blonde, they showered her with a loud round of applause.

Before she left the scene, however, Ana turned to look at Kate, grinning at the blonde as she laid there in humiliation. "Don't underestimate me again, Katie," she teased, taking a moment to flash her a teasing wink. "I'd hate to have to embarrass you like this a second time!"

And with that, Ana headed off, her head held high and her chest puffed out in pride at her accomplishment.

[jtmatt]

A bad day for some hot Australians

Emily Ratajkowski (29 - 5’7” 123lbs) vs Miranda Kerr (35 - 5’9” 117lbs)





Miranda was shell shocked as she laid on her back, staring up blankly with glassy eyes. Emily had controlled the fight from the beginning and now stood over the once proud Aussie model, who was nearly motionless after the beating the American put on her. Emily did not like Kerr and was looking to make sure this victory was memorable for her and the stuck up Aussie.

Ratajkowski sat down on Miranda’s chest, pinning the beaten girl’s arms at her side and began playfully slapping Kerr until she woke up from her stupor. As soon as her prey began to stir, Emily dropped her perfect breasts down on Miranda’s face, smothering the helpless Aussie, as she began kicking her legs wildly. The American smiled as she felt Miranda squirming underneath her, grabbing the model’s hair she pulled the struggling Kerr’s face deeper into her cleavage until Miranda could take no more and went limp. Emily, satisfied with her work, sat up and flexed her arms and then pushed herself off of Miranda and strutted away.

Nina Dobrev (29 - 5’6” 124lbs) vs Teresa Palmer (32 - 5’4” 128lbs)





Nina and Teresa had both fought hard, both were showing signs of a tough fight but Nina had began taking control over her shorter blonde rival. Now, Nina had the beautiful Aussie trapped in a painful body scissors as she violently tugged away at blonde hair. Teresa, screaming and moaning from the pain did everything she could to break free but Nina’s perfectly tone, tanned legs were unrelenting.

Nina, sensing victory was near, changed tactics, she released Teresa’s hair and wrapped her arms tightly around Palmer’s neck. The dual hold quickly took its toll as the Auissie’s movements slowed and tears began to run down her cheeks but Nina wanted to savor this much needed win. The American released the holds just before Palmer passed out, rolled her on her back and sat down on her chest, in a schoolgirl pin. Her knees on each side of Teresa’s head, she looked down at her beaten rival crying in defeat. Nina raised her arms in victory before using her hands  to seal Palmer’s nose and mouth shut. Teresa’s eyes bulged and her limbs flailed briefly but there was nothing she could do and she quickly succumbed to the lack of air and passed out.

Margot Robbie (28 - 5’6” 136lbs) vs Shay Mitchell (31 - 5’8” 134lbs)





Margot new she had to do one thing to give herself a good chance at winning against Shay, avoid her perfect legs. The American’s stems were deadly weapons and she did not want get trapped between them. Her plan was sound but she underestimated Shay’s ability to strike and she was not ready for the length and speed of Mitchell, who rocked Margot early and often.

Margot tough and proud, continued to exchange blows with her taller rival but time after time, she was on the worse end. Her gorgeous face had been turned into a bloody beaten mess by Shay and Margot’s legs began to give after Shay rocked her, yet again. Mitchell, sees her chance to put an end to the tough Aussie, presses in on her rival and lands a series of hard body shots, each one drawing a painful moan from the blonde. Robbie quickly covers her body to protect from further damage when Mitchell throws an uppercut that connects square on Margot’s chin and turned her lights out. The beautiful actress’s body instantly went slack as she plummeted to the ground in a pitiful heap of defeat. Shay, not one to miss an opportunity, grabbed Margot by the hair and pulled the slumbering Aussie to a sitting position, holding her there in a victory pose as people took pictures.

[AKMaster]

Selena Gomez ( 26 - 5'5, 121 lbs) vs Emma Watson (29 - 5'5, 119 lbs)


The cries of the crowd nearly drowned out the cries of effort and pain from the woman battling in the middle of the ring. After weeks of bitter trash talk, Emma Watson and Selena Gomez finally decided to settle their differences in the arena in a submission hold match. And much to the crowds delight, what had followed was a vicious back and forth battle between the women, as each struggled for dominance. This was not their first fight, and their animosity was self evident throughout with each hold and blow stuck, eventually leaving them both nearly nude and drenched in sweat. Even the well regarded face like Emma started to fight dirty as the fight progressed, though Selena fought dirty from the start, with numerous claws and low blows. However it became clear it was for naught, as Emma's superior endurance. experience and skills slowly yet surely gained the advantage and finally Emma succeeded in trapping her rival in STF hold!

Trapping Selena's left leg between her own, Emma pulled at Selena's chin with both hands painfully as Selena helplessly grasped at the air, hoping to reach the ropes. Emma chuckled and smirked at the Latina's struggle as she leaned over and taunted to Selena.

"So Selena, it been fun.... but I think its best you give up now. Don't you agree?"

"No..."grunted Selena through gritted teeth. "I wont give up to a second rate whore like you!" At which Selena made an additional effort to grasp at the ropes her fingers just a few inches away from the rope but it was to no avail as Emma wrapped her left arm around Selena's chin and held her. In retaliation with her right hand, Emma grasped at Selena's left breast and start to claw at it, causing Selena's efforts to become even more frantic as she cried in pain and to her horror... arousal. Emma took particular glee at this, as her face was still red from Selena's earlier breast smother that nearly ended her. A few seconds passed before she finally leaned over to Selena saying.

"Now now there, must we prolong this game? Look over there! Your friend Cara is so worried for you! Wont you do it for her sake?" Selena and Emma both looked over to the crowd where Cara Delevingne, who had also been talking shit, stared back at Emma with murderous anger in her eyes, at which Emma smirked and winked before grasping at Selena's breast again saying.

"So darling...." Emma pulled back even harder, "do you give up?"

"No... no.... I wont submit." pathetically cried Selena as she frantically attempted to break free again. Emma chuckled in response and applied more pressure into the move, hoping to finally break Selena. To her credit Selena held out for longer than any would expected, lasting two more minutes of futile flailing, before the pain and arousal was too much for her to bear before finally bursting out in desperation.

"Yes! Yes! Emma! Please let me go!" Emma chuckled in triumph but didnt relent saying.

"And who's the better woman darling?"

"You are Emma! You're the better woman! Please let me go!!!" At which Emma gave another painful grasp at Selena's breast before laughing again and letting Selena go, leaving her mewling on the floor. Emma stood up to the cheering crowd as she put her foot on Selena's ass and did a victory pose, flexing her arms for the cameras. Enjoying the cheers for a few moments, Emma eyed Cara in the crowd again and with hand pistol, took a shot at her with a chuckle, as Cara left angrily in response. Emma beamed and laughed at her departure at which she continued to pose on Selena moaning body for all the world to see.

[Golden Goddess]

Here's another one for all of you. Enjoy.



Esther Baxter vs. Christina Hendricks

"P...please...n-no more..."

Christina laid on the floor, panting softly, the pale skin of her naked body covered with goosebumps as Esther Baxter's own voluptuous form laid atop her. The somewhat smaller woman was smirking, staring down at the redhead as she steadily and rhythmically ground her chest against Christina's own. She had Christina pinned to the floor by her wrists, holding her down as she slowly tortured her breasts, her large and heavy tits steadily wearing down those of the older woman.

"Just say what I want to hear, bitch, and this'll be over," came Esther's response to Christina's pleading, refusing to relent even a small amount as the two of them lay there against each other. The crowd watching them was silent, dead silent, wondering how long it would take for Christina to break, but Esther knew. She knew that the redhead wouldn't last much longer. There was no way she could. The two of them had been fighting for a while now, and to Christina's credit she had held her ground well against Esther. She had managed to go toe-to-toe with her, keeping pace with the younger woman, matching her blow-for-blow, but...she couldn't keep up that kind of tempo forever. The longer the fight had gone on, the more it had favored Esther, and once Christina began to tire, the darker-skinned woman knew she had the redhead beat.

By the time their clothes had been ripped off, leaving the two curvaceous beauties in the buff, Esther knew she had won. It didn't take long to ground Christina after that, getting her onto her back and pinning her down against the ground. From that moment on, it became a battle of wills, a battle to see if Christina could hold out against Esther's breast-based assault or if Esther would get tired of Christina's refusal to give in to her.

At first, Esther had stuck to simple slamming. She had thrust her chest into Christina's own, ramming their tits together again and again, but Christina had held out, refusing to yield. Esther wasn't too bothered by this, however. She hadn't expected Christina to submit just yet, and so she was simply trying to soften the woman up, trying to wear down her beautiful breasts. It wasn't until she had began to press down on the redhead, letting their sweat-slick tits rub and grind together in a rhythmic, unrelenting assault that Christina had finally started to break. The older woman had tried to wiggle free. She had tried to buck her body, to throw Esther off of herself. She had tried to roll over and reverse their position. She had tried everything she could think of, but it had all been to no avail. The might of Esther's heavy tits pushing down on her own had gotten to the redhead, and with every minute that snuck by, it was becoming harder and harder to resist the urge to surrender. As much as she hated to admit it, Esther's breasts were better than her own, stronger and tougher, able to outlast her own pair and prove themselves to be the better.

With a deep feeling of humiliation growing inside, Christina closed her eyes, and finally choked out the words that she was trying ever-so-hard not to say: "I...I submit! J-just stop it! Ahh!"

"Not good enough, Christina!" Bellowed Esther in return, shaking her head at the older woman. "I want to hear you say it it all!"

"F-fine! Your tits are better! YOUR TITS ARE BETTER! J-just get the hell off of me!!"

That was enough for Esther. As soon as she heard what she wanted to hear, she let go of Christina's wrists. She slowly rose up off of the redhead, their sweaty skin practically peeling apart as she got off of the taller woman, and stood victoriously over her. She even lifted one foot up, planting it in the center of Christina's breasts, wanting both her and the audience to know which of the two of them was the dominant woman.

And Christina, poor Christina...all she could do was lie there, her breath ragged and her heart heavy, her eyes closed and a deep blush on her face as she waited for Esther to leave her, wanting nothing more than to escape from the crowd's sight to try and deal with her loss.

[Golden Goddess]

Kate Upton VS Hitomi Tanaka

You are a fantastic writer, if I may say so, and this is a great post. It's always fun seeing Kate beaten and humbled by another woman, and you put a great spin on it. <3

[Sandman13]

So good to see you back, Nicole S.! And I enjoyed the ending of the Lindsey/Scarlett story. Scarlett does make a good villainess.

[AKMaster]

Emma Watson (29 - 5'5, 119 lbs) vs Cara Delevingne (26 - 5'8 113 lbs)




Cara certainly enjoyed the last week leading up the fight with Emma Watson. After her friend Selena's humiliating defeat at the hands of Emma, Cara had been eager to teach that overrated witch a lesson. And she certainly enjoyed challenging Emma to a humiliation/submission only match, enjoying the thought of making Emma tap out of humiliation rather than pain. Cara enjoyed the days leading up it, the trash talking and the speculations.

She enjoyed entering the arena with her sexy Puma outfit, eating in the roaring crowd, even as Emma in her pink attire entered the arena as well to equally loud cheers. She enjoyed the match as well, she enjoyed tearing Emma's ugly outfit off, putting her in a stacked camel clutch, a British legspread, a headscssors, and abdominal stretch. She enjoyed taunting Emma as she spanked her ass red, she enjoyed clawing at her womanhood before playing with it, causing Emma to shiver in response and blush with humiliation. What she didn't enjoy however, was Emma tearing off her clothes, putting her in a stretch muffler, a figure 4 leglock, a baby swing bow and arrow, and an armbar. She didn't enjoy the stinkface Emma gave her in the turnbuckle, and her didn't enjoy the throbbing pain of her own red ass that Emma retaliated with.

And she most certainly wasn't enjoying being locked in a matchbook submission hold, her exposed womanhood out to display to the whole crowd. Cara, her body covered in sweat, moaned and her face was bright red with humiliation as she attempted to break free. However Emma had locked her in tight, Cara's legs forced upside down to the floor underneath Emma's legs, with her hands trapped by Emma's feet. Even with Cara's supermodel flexibility, the pain and pressure on her crotch was nearly unbearable as Emma occasionally pulled down at Cara's legs with her hands. Yet after some time, Emma was content to lean back on her arms, brushing her hair with confidence as she let time do its work, while posing for the crowd in her nude form. After a minute of futile resistance from Cara, Emma leaned over and said.

"Well well Cara, I must give you credit. You were just as much fun as Selena!" Emma burst out in laughter at this saying through giggles. "Who am I kidding, both you and Selena are jobbers compared to me! I bet I could take you both on and still win!"

"Fuck you you cocky bitch!" retorted Cara angrily as she attempted to break free again, yet Emma pulled at her legs again, causing another outcry of pain from Cara before Emma loosened the hold saying.

"Now now Cara, manners..." at which Emma started to tiptoe slowly to Cara's womanhood with her fingers. "Why dont you just admit defeat? Before" Emma tip toed her fingers closer. "I" tip toe, "humiliate" tip toe, "you even more tonight!" The idea of being forced to cum in public filled Cara with fear, yet she remained defiant.

"Never Emma! The only one" Cara retorted and continued her struggles anew, "who going to give tonight is you!" Emma contemptuously held off Cara's struggles before giggling, saying.

"Fine by me! As you said earlier..." At which Emma started to massage Cara's womanhood and clit, "the crowd demands a show!" Cara defiance melted slightly in response to Emma's soft hands touching her womanhood, sending shivers of ecstasy throughout her body. Her cheeks burned in pleasure and humiliation at her own words being used against her when she was doing the same to Emma. Yet that aroused her defiance, if Emma could outlast her hands, then she could outlast hers! Biting her lip, Cara retorted.

"Bring it on bitch, I'll break free soon!" At which Emma responded, "with pleasure" and continued to play with Cara's clit, licking her finger a bit before massaging them even more. Cara did what she could to resist and to her credit, she lasted for quite a while. However it soon was becoming unbearable until Emma leaned over her, letting  Cara get a glimpse of her tits, as Emma brought her face to Cara's crotch and started to lick. Cara gasped out in pleasure in response, despite her resistance, it was too unbearable, and desperate to avoid humiliation, Cara cried.

"Enough! I give, you won! Please please please, stop!!! pleaase stop!!" Emma laughed in response and simply replied.

"The crowd demands a show darling!" and Emma dug her face into Cara's womanhood again. Cara gasped no, and desperately tried to resist, but it was hopeless she felt her heart beating faster and faster until finally she screamed.

"Nooooo!!!!" As Emma quickly lifted her face off Cara's womanhood, letting the gates open and drench Cara with her own fluid. Emma laughed in response at Cara's humiliating ecstasy, and contemptuously pulled herself off Cara, leaning over and saying.

"Looks like we now know who the better woman is, isnt that right dear!" as the ref came by and raised her hand in victory. After which she put her foot on Cara's heaving breasts and did a victory pose for the crowd. After a few seconds of this, Emma raised her hands to the crowd saying.

"Now who wants to see me beat both these jobbers at the same time! Make me some noise!"

[Savant]

Jena Malone vs Aubrey Plaza: Endgame

This was it. The moment that Jena had been waiting years for. She lifted up the prone Aubrey by the straps of her one-piece swimsuit and then pulled back her arm, getting ready to fire some fight-winning punches into the chin of her hated brunette rival. Aubrey hung limp, already punch-drunk and helpless….

Jena’s mind drifted back to all the fights the two women had engaged in over the years. It had started back when they were both in college and had not yet broken out as starlets in Hollywood. Although their fights were always closely-contested, Aubrey had the mental edge in the first few years and usually pulled out a victory. This trend had peaked in ne particularly vicious donnybrook, which Aubrey had won with an extended facesit. Jena had gone into complete panic mode as Aubrey stayed planted on her face until the blonde’s reserves of oxygen had been completely depleted. Aubrey just casually examined her fingernails as Jean’s wild bucking had died down and the blonde drifted perilously close to the point of no return. Finally some ringside observers had intervened and pulled off the brunette from her arch enemy.

Although that kind of defeat might easily mentally break a girl for good, it had the opposite effect on Jena. She trained relentlessly to improve her fighting skills and get in the best shape possible. A complacent, arrogant Aubrey failed to keep pace and stated paying the price for that in their subsequent fights. Jena was a little quicker, a little more skilled and determined to beat up Aubrey.

Jena’s kicking skills improved in particular and she used her long legs to tag Aubrey over and over with kicks to the gut, to the ribs, to the thighs and…once she was sufficiently slowed down…kicks to the brunette’s face.

Once Aubrey was sufficiently woozy, Jena started punching the lights out of the brunette, firing lusty rights, lefts, jabs and uppercuts until she had broken Plaza’s nose and watered her eyes. Once she had chopped Aubrey down onto her back, Jena straddled her, which is where we came in. Jena lingered for another few seconds, enjoying the moment, before a vicious right cross into Aubrey’s jaw, breaking it.

“ohhhhh….” Aubrey sighed, as Jena pumped her fist and shouted out “YES!” in triumph.

Aubrey spilled back onto the floor, flat on her back, her arms sprawled over her head.

Jena was far from finished though. Still straddling Aubrey, she turned around so that she was facing the brunette’s feet. She then wrapped up Aubrey’s neck in a reverse figure four headscissors. The effect of the hold was to clamp python-like pressure around the brunette’s neck, while pushing her face right up to the edge of the blonde’s pert backside.

“unghhhh….unghhhh…” Aubrey groaned. The pressure was so intense it brought her right up to the edge of passing out. Jena would look over her shoulder periodically to enjoy the sights of the brunette’s struggles. The rest of the time, she just looked straight-ahead, smiling and content. She would rock side to side every now and then to put some further pressure on Plaza.

Once she had thoroughly rung out the brunette, Jena escalated things to the next logical step by transitioning from the reverse figure four to a simple facesit. She pressed her full weight onto Aubrey’s face, wiggling her ass onto the brunette’s broken nose.

“There. How do you like it, huh Aubrey?” said Jena, triumphantly, referring to the long facesit she had been subjected to by her brunette archrival. “Not so fun when you can’t breathe, huh? Not so fun when your whole world goes black and there’s nothing you can do about it. Are you enjoying having my ass in your face, Aubrey? Are you sorry you took this match? I bet you are!”

Aubrey could only moan in reply. Her remaining strength was completely snuffed out of her. Her long legs went limp, her eyes closed. Jena had completely destroyed her longtime enemy. The only question now was how long that Jena would continue sitting on her face. It was all up to the blonde now.

[MisterSteel]

So I wrote this matchup a bit ago but since it got lost when my account was deleted, I decided to rewrite it, albeit as a smaller story for this thread. Enjoy and keep up the fantastic work, my peeps!
Kate Upton VS Hitomi Tanaka

If you were interested, I actually saved your original story of Kate vs Hitomi. I found it to be great inspiration for my Tit-Fight Sim.

[MisterSteel]

Apparently when you delete your profile on FCF, your posts are erased from the board.  To give you a sense of just how much Nicole S contributed to this thread, we've just lost 7 pages worth of postings from here. 

I actually just calculated it. There are 15 posts per page and a loss of 7 pages would mean, let's see... carry the two... divide by zero... convert metric to imperial... factor in cup sizes...
IT'S OVER 100!

105 posts removed from this board alone to be exact. Now while one or two per page may have just been commentary we can't discount the presence of compound stories (multiple stories per post).

[jdo90]

January Jones vs Anna Kendrick



"What's wrong, sweetie? Are you having some trouble catching your breath?"

Anna Kendrick's question was rhetorical, of course. The spunky brunette didn't expect an answer from her opponent. After all, her opponent was January Jones. Jones was an opponent whom, according to Kendrick's pre-match diatribe, "shouldn't be allowed out of the retirement home. She might fall and break a hip. Or she might get lost trying to drive to the arena." Anna didn't expect a reply because she may have spoken too softly. She leans in a bit closer to her older opponent, "You may wanna turn your hearing aid up! I said ARE YOU HAVING TROUBLE BREATHING?" Anna spoke slowly, loudly drawing out every syllable."She must have forgotten her hearing aid!" chimed in a buoyant voice from outside of the ring. As usual, Anna is joined at ringside by her faction teammates Brittany Snow and Anna Camp. The Bellas always traveled in a pack, ensuring that whomever they faced, their team members would have an advantage. Anna laughs at Brittany and playfully slaps her shoulder, "Or maybe she forgot her dentures!" Anna giggles, causing all three Bellas to break into hysterical laughter. Anna was intent on proving that January needed to retire from Celebrity Catfighting. She claimed that the older actress was holding back younger, better, more attractive talent. Kendrick took her statements a step forward by copying January's patent attire: a black leather jacket, with no bra, and matching black skirt. Brittany Snow and Anna Camp joined in on the fun as well, matching their leader.

"How did I let this happen?" January Jones thought to herself. The blonde actress had been trying desperately to unseat the short brunette. She would twist and buck her hips but every time Jones tried to re-position herself, Anna would press her tits down, burying January's face even further into her cleavage. "I think this outfit looks so much better on me! It's really not meant for the elderly." Anna simpers, basking in the sensation of January's gasping mouth sliding across her bare flesh. January felt herself fading fast, she needed a way out, and she needed it quickly. Jones, with tears welling in her eyes, stopped thrashing, she fell completely limp underneath Anna. The two Bellas at ringside cheer and clap while their leader rises up from her foe. "Ref, would you do be a dear and count this bitch out?" Anna smirks, rising to her feet and stepping on January's breasts as the ref counts, One... Two.. Th... January's hand suddenly grabs Anna's thin ankle and jerks her leg, forcing the bewildered Bella leader to fall flat on her ass! The crowd erupts with joy and the Bellas look on in shock as January pushes herself upright. Anna gets to her feet but is immediately met with a clothesline, dropping her back to the mat. Each time Anna rises, January bulldozes her back down. Anna writhes in pain, clutching her sore chest. The Bellas, realizing their leader is in trouble, go into action.

It's a simple routine, Anna Camp jumps on the apron and distracts the ref, while Brittany sneaks up and attacks the opponent from behind. Once Brittany is safely out of the ring, Anna Camp allows the ref to divert his attention back to the fight. While Jones snatches Kendrick up by her hair, Camp climbs onto the apron, successfully distracting the ref. Brittany slides in, runs up and leads in the air, kicking both of her feet towards Jones' back. But, to Brittany's surprise, Jones moves at the last moment. Brittany instead slams her boots straight into Kendrick's tits, crushing her boobs against her chest. Anna squeals and collapses face-first to the mat, clutching her partially exposed breasts. Brittany, realizing what she's done, scurries over to her friend's side, apologizing to her. But once Brittany feels a hand grab a hold of her hair, her demeanor quickly transforms from remorseful to fearful. Jones hauls the pleading Bella to her feet, punts her in the stomach and shoves her head between her legs. January scoops up Snow and slams her back down with an ring-shaking powerbomb! Brittany's limbs lifelessly twitch, her body convulsing from the jarring impact, allowing January to easily rip the skirt and jacket off of the scheming diva's petite body. Miss Snow, now only clad in a delicate, lace-covered, white thong, is tossed head-first into Anna Camp, sending the two outclassed Bellas back outside of the ring, their firm bodies piled together in a heap.

Anna Kendrick, seeking an opportunity, sneaks up behind Jones and leaps onto her back. The spunky brunette wraps her legs around January's waist and her arms around her neck, putting the blonde in a sleeper hold! Jones takes a step back, causing Anna's lips curl in a sinister grin. Kendrick tightens her hold, forcing January to backtrack further. Each retreating step January would take, Anna's smile would grow wider. Step-after-step January stumbled backwards until, finally, Anna screamed; not from joy, not from annoyance. No, she screamed from January slamming her backwards into the corner. Anna's petite, slender frame was crushed between January and the unforgiving steel turnbuckle. January steps away from the corner, allowing Kendrick to collapse to the mat. Jones drags Anna across the mat, to the center of the ring, and straddles the dazed woman's waist.

January looked down at her rival's glazed over eyes and smiled. She didn't boast, didn't brag, she didn't even make sure Anna was cognizant of her situation. Jones simply removed her jacket, unveiling her voluptuous C-cup tits to the crowd. Giving her shoulders a slight shimmy, Jones leans forward, cupping the back of Anna's head, and shoved the snobby bitch's face straight into her tits. As soon as Kendrick's face contacts the sweaty skin on Jones' breasts, she stomps her feet and screams, indicating that she is, in fact, very aware of her current situation. Jones grins from ear-to-ear, enjoying the sensation of Anna Kendrick's screams reverberating against her mountains of flesh. Her breasts easily engulf Anna's face and quickly cuts off her oxygen. After several seconds, Anna's limbs go limp. Jones peels her tits off of her slumbering rival and hooks her leg for the three count.

Jones is declared the winner and has her arm hoisted by the referee. Once the older blonde is finished posing for the cheering crowd she stands over her unconscious rival. "That outfit doesn't do you any favors. You see, you actually need tits to pull this look off.... sweetie. January bends down and rips off the brunette's jacket, exposing her breasts. The older blonde proceeds to strip off Anna's skirt, then her black, skimpy panties and even her shoes, not stopping until Kendrick is completely nude. Cameras flash, creating a strobe light effect throughout the raucous arena. January squats down and whispers in Anna's ear, "Next time you run your mouth about me, I won't be so nice. This was nothing."  January tosses her jacket over her shoulder and struts out of the ring, leaving Anna Kendrick's naked, demoralized body sprawled on the sweat-soaked canvas of the ring and Brittany Snow and Anna Camp piled up like garbage on the outside.

[AKMaster]

Sorry for the delay, life gets in the way as  you know. I'm proud to present Eva Green vs Kate Upton. Enjoy.

Eva Green (38, 5'6, 117 lbs) vs Kate Upton (26, 5'10, 150 lbs)



Grunts and moans of effort could be heard across the apartment, as the livestream fight between Eva Green and Kate Upton was coming to a close. It had all started because Eva had grown jealous of Kate and wanted to put her in her place, and so challenged her to submission/knockout fight. Kate had been equally determined not to be shown up by as she put it, a "wash up cougar" accepted it and both of them arrived to the match in their respective attire. The viciousness that followed shocked even some of the chat viewers, as neither woman was afraid to use every dirty trick in the book, and soon both were stripped naked and covered in claw marks and sweat. Kate's size made up for her lack of experience compared to Eva's long years of fighting and it was unclear throughout who would win between

All of which cumulated in the highly anticipated tit fight in the middle of the living area, as both woman claimed their girls the superior, Eva and Kate's arms wrapped around each other in a standing bearhug as their girls fought for supremacy. Both woman were exhausted at this point, and both knew that whoever won would likely be the victor and as a result both put their last efforts into hugging the other tighter.

"I've got you now little girl!" taunted Eva, "Do you know how many woman have lost to me this way?" Kate gave a pained laugh in response saying.

"Well, good thing I'm not most woman!" At which Kate squeezed even harder, emitting a small groan from Eva as she grunted and retaliated saying.

"We'll see about that." And for several minutes, the woman continued to via against one another, as the chat eagerly awaited. However to Eva's horror, she started to find herself outclassed, her breasts slowly yet surely getting enveloped by Kate's. Kate knew this as well, and slowly a wicked smile grew on her face and she doubled her efforts, to the moans of Eva saying.

"Whats this? Is the cougar finding herself outclassed?"

"Fuck you whore!" retorted Eva, though she knew that Kate was right and soon her girls would be complete squashed, despite her efforts. Well that wont do, Eva thought to herself, and with sudden desperation, she let go of the bear hug and clawed at Kate's ass. Kate smile turned to shock and pain as Eva's nails dug into her cheeks and with a final ditch of effort, Eva shockingly lifted Kate off her feet for a desperate second or two and slammed her back into a nearby table. Kate opened her mouth in a wordless scream as she let go of Eva, who already struggling to lift the bigger Kate, let Kate flop to the floor in a momentous heat. Dead tired, Eva slumped shortly after and both woman laid their for a minute or two, trying to recover and claim victory.

Unfortunately for Kate however, Eva was able to recover faster, as she rose slowly to her knees and crawled to the moaning Kate. Her breasts too battered from the fight, Eva decided to use her other but shadowed asset to win, and proceeded to push Kate on her back. Once done, Eva crawled to Kate and pinned her arms beneath her legs before, sitting on Kate's face, while holding down Kate's legs with arms. Suddenly cut off from oxygen, Kate efforts suddenly sprang to life, as she desperately attempt to push Eva off.

"Nooo, get off me!!!' muffled Kate, but it was to no avail, as she was too tired at this point to overcome her. Smiling at Kate's futile efforts, Eva took one hand and clawed at one of Kate's breasts, emitting more muffled screams from Kate who efforts got slower and slower, until finally she was still. Giving Kate's tits a few more squeezes to make sure she was out for the count, Eva smugly, yet exhaustingly pulled herself off the sweaty face of Kate as she slumbered. Lifting Kate's hand up once and then twice, Eva confirmed what she had known saying to the camera on her knees.

"Looks like "cougar" got her prey!" At which Eva herself up and did a victory pose before the camera, before turning it off, for her night with Kate.

[jdo90]

Zoey Deutch vs Aubrey Plaza


"Mmm... mmmMMHHMMM MMMMMMPHHHH!"

"Shhhh...shh shh shh.... There, there.... it's okay," Aubrey coos in a motherly tone, patting Zoey's soft hair. "Now, what's all this fuss about?" Plaza pouts her lips and reaches down, causing Zoey to flinch back. "Awww... it's okay, sweetie. Everything will be fine." Aubrey brushes her thumb across Zoey's flushed cheeks, tenderly wiping away her tears, "The bad part is all over. Now we can have fun. Doesn't that sound good?"

"MMMPHH," Zoey replies by shaking her head and drumming her bare feet on the soft, plush carpet of the private estate. She lacked the energy to even attempt to buck off Aubrey, whom currently straddled her slender waist. "This just can't be happening. She can't beat me... not like this," Deutch thought to herself, wondering exactly how someone 10 years her elder could so easily dominate her like this.

The FCC, Female Celebrity Championship, had requested Zoey to fight Aubrey in a lingerie catfight, a battle that would take place at the owner's mansion. Miss Deutch thought it would be a quick way to make a name for herself, and pick up a much needed win. Alas, the naive actress carelessly wandered straight into Aubrey's clutches and soon found herself stripped nude, flat on her back and at the mercy of the wily veteran.

Aubrey had completely broken the poor girl. Once she removed Deutch's bra, she began working on her tits, groping, clawing and squeezing the sensitive flesh with uninhibited glee. Her manicured fingernails were like talons, ripping and clawing the young actress' pert breasts until they were covered in claw marks. Zoey's sobbing grew to be too much for Aubrey's ears to handle. After several warnings to quiet down, Plaza ripped off Zoey's underwear, -- a delicate, low-cut, pink, cotton panty with elegant white lace trim, -- and shoved the balled-up undergarment inside Zoey's shrieking mouth, effectively muting her horrified screams. With her opponent gagged, Plaza continued shredding into Deutch until she was hysterically sobbing and convulsing in pain. And now, with Zoey broken, Aubrey moved on to the next stage of her attack. "Trust me," Aubrey grins down at Zoey with a lustful gaze, "you're gonna love this! I promise," Aubrey winks and slowly kisses Deutch's neck.

Zoey's eyes widen with fear and her body jerks from the sensual prodding of Aubrey's warm tongue dancing from her neck down to her battered chest. With a sly smile, Plaza lowers her mouth over Zoe's tits, taking the trapped girl's nipple in her mouth, slowly sucking it and darting her tongue across the pink areola surrounding her nipple. Aubrey moved from Zoey's right tit to her left, ensuring that both received an equal tongue-bath. The cunning brunette felt Zoey's pert, young body stiffen and quake with excitement. The older actress slid her hand down Zoey's stomach, inching her fingers down until they nestled in the warm, inviting folds of her shaven vagina. With her mouth nustling Zoey's tit, Aubrey goes to work, rhythmically sliding her fingers inside Zoey, rubbing her clit before sliding back inside her warm, slick walls.

Zoey involuntarily thrust her hips back against Aubrey's probing fingers. She shook her head, mentally trying to fight it. Plaza rose her head up, popping the pale tit out of her mouth, "Don't fight it. Just lay back and take it... slut." Plaza stared deep in Zoey's bewildered eyes, knowing that she couldn't control herself.

Zoey began breathlessly gasping into her panties, the feeling of ecstasy overwhelming her. The 24-year-old's underwear-muffled panting and moans grew in pitch until, finally, her body jolted and a wave orgasmic euphoria washed over her. Aubrey removed her fingers and wiped them across Zoey's nostrils. "That was fun, I hope you enjoyed yourself... because now it's my turn," Plaza winks and slides forward, hovering her black lace panty-clad crotch directly over Zoey's nose. Aubrey hooks her thumb into the crotch panel, pulling it aside and unveiling her aroused, shaven pussy, allowing Zoey to stare at her impending fate. Aubrey, without a word, drops her soaked crotch upon her rival's mortified, anguished features and begins riding her. With several thrusts and a few breathy, sensual moans, Aubrey erupts. She gives her hips a few final thrusts, scrubbing her herself against the slick features of her grimacing rival, before posing on top of her throne, smirking at the applauding audience.

[Jackflash Jump]

Bindi Irwin vs Chloe Grace Moretz



The sound of the blow cracked off of sweat-soaked skin, echoing through the penthouse room, followed immediately after by a sharp grunt of pain.  It then repeated, except this time it was another voice that exclaimed in disturbance.

Bindi and Chloe stood facing one another, trading knife hand chops to their chests.  Over the course of this long and grueling brawl, the two battlers had long since lost their bikini tops, so with each impact their breasts bounced wildly in protest.  The skin of their chests glowed a violent shade of red, and there was no doubt that in the next few days to come, both beauties would be sporting ugly purple bruises at the delta of their cleavage that will prohibit any low-cut décolletage.

Again and again they traded chops, their eyes growing glazed as the exertion and abuse drained their waning strength.  But then suddenly, drawing upon some deep well of power, Bindi let loose with a savage roar, and began to deliver a flurry of chops.  Chloe seemed to begin to wither under the barrage, stumbling backward and unable to respond in kind.  If the Aussie could only maintain her offensive, victory might well be hers in but a few more moments.

But the American blonde wasn’t about to succumb to defeat just yet.  In an act of desperation, her hands flew up and her nails flashed, raking across Irwin’s deep brown eyes.  Bindi let loose a shriek and, momentarily blinded, reeled away.  She rubbed her knuckles at her eyes in a frantic effort to restore her vision, while Chloe took advantage of these few precious seconds to try and catch her breath and rally her own second wind.  And then the blonde lunged at her rival, snaring her from behind with a Full Nelson.

Gasping and mewling, the Australian struggled to pull free, but to no avail.  Her harms laced up under those of her adversary, and her fingers locked behind Irwin’s head, Chloe poured on the pressure, subjecting Bindi’s shoulders and neck to grinding pain.  Their bodies glistened as they panted as one, each pushing herself beyond the limits of her endurance. 

Astonishingly, it appeared as if Bindi were at last on the verge of powering out of the hold.  She quite likely would have…had Moretz been so accommodating as to continue to apply it.  Instead the blonde suddenly executed a surprising move:  Still applying her Full Nelson, Chloe leapt up, wrapping her legs around the Aussie’s waist, and letting her weight drag the two of them down to the floor.  Bindi landed on her butt, her tail bone taking the full impact, sending a paralyzing shiver up her spine.  That gave Moretz the precious moments she needed to lock her ankles, while simultaneously releasing her Nelson and instead using her arms to apply a Sleeper hold!

“CRIKEY!  NOOOOOOOO!” Bindi wailed as she thrashed in the dual grasps of her rival, her hands clutching haplessly at the limbs tightening around her head, the pressure inhibiting the flow of blood to her brain.  She rolled from side to side, frantic to somehow break free, but she was doomed prey in the coils of a python.  Chloe’s legs tightened around Irwin’s waist like steel bands; swiftly enough, Bindi’s movements grew sluggish and her glassy eyes began to roll up behind fluttering lids.  A pathetic whimpering moan escaped between the lips of the Aussie as she realized her defeat was imminent.  Swallowing her pride, the barely-conscious Irwin began to tap the arm of her tormentor, signaling her surrender.  But Chloe refused to accept the submission, her face twisted into a leering smirk as she squeezed her opponent into darkness, knocking Bindi out.

As Irwin’s lush body went slack, Moretz released her hold and shoved the dead weight of her slumbering foe off and rolled her onto her back.  The blonde then rose up, planted a foot on the heaving chest of the beaten beauty, and flexed her arms in a pose of absolute victory.

[wheelman]

Love Chloe! Such a tenacious little hellcat.