Brittany Snow vs Michelle Trachtenberg
"What are you doing?!? Stop it!"Michelle's words...half command / half plea...fell on deaf ears. Adrenaline pumping through her veins, the enraged blonde's hands tugged at the expensive designer gown her opponent was clad in, and to the sound of ripping fabric, she tore it from her body.
The onlookers sat in shocked silence at the spectacle. Tonight's battle is an Evening Gown Strip Match, and as the name suggests, the only way to win is to render your adversary naked. Trachtenberg had been on the cusp of achieving that; taking early command of the fight, the brunette had littered the penthouse floor with the tatters of Brittany's dress, and had relieved her of her bra as well. But, just as she was attempting to pull Snow's panties off, the blonde roared to life and unleashed a withered assault on her rival. The battered brunette was rendered dazed and could offer no resistance greater than her trembling exclamation.
The outer layer disposed of, Snow's hands now tugged at Michelle's bra; the brunette struggled to save her garment, but the blonde would not be denied, and eventually Trachtenberg's breasts fell free as the article of clothing was ripped away from her chest. It all came down to the panties now.
Michelle having recovered enough to go back on the offensive, the two beauties rolled back and forth across the carpet, their limbs tangled together as each struggled to pull the underwear off of the other. Then, as the snarling combatants thrashed about, Brittany managed to slam her knee into the side of Trachtenberg's head; the brunette's eyes suddenly went glassy and she flopped onto her back, stunned. Snow paused, seemingly uncertain what to do next. But then she swiftly but methodically grabbed her opponent's black lace panties and tugged them down her legs, past her ankles and then off completely.
It took Michelle several more moments to snap out of her stupor, and a few seconds after that to fully comprehend what had happened. Her face instantly reddening, her right hand rushed to cover her womanhood while she drew her left arm across her breasts, attempting to salvage what scant modesty she could. She had never been fully stripped in a match before, and her anger was only surpassed by her humiliation.
But although technically she was the winner, Brittany wasn't satisfied. She wanted her rival to verbally concede, to prove to everyone there who the better woman was. So she rolled the startled brunette over onto her belly and stood up; bending Trachtenberg's legs back at the knees and tucking her feet behind the blonde's shins even as Snow placed her feet on the back of Michelle's thighs, Brittany then bent down and grabbed her adversary's wrists to pull her arms back. With a sudden movement, Snow then threw herself backward onto her own back, lifting her unwilling passenger up. Showing tremendous raw power, Snow holds Trachtenberg aloft in a Romero Ceiling Hold, Michelle's full weight being pressed painfully on her shoulders and thighs as she howls in anguish. Although she trembles from the exertion, Brittany does now release her foe, holding her nude body aloft like a sacrifice to the wrestling gods, the bodies of both beauties glistening with perspiration. Finally, unable to withstand the pain any longer, Michelle shrieks,
"ENOUGH! STOP! I GIVE UP!!!"Brittany throws her beaten adversary to the floor, then gets to her knees and grabs Michelle's nearby bra from the floor. Before the sobbing brunette can comprehend what's happening, Snow uses the garment to hogtie her wrists and ankles behind her.
"Leave her!" the blonde rasps to the spectators as she struggles back up to her feet, where she is given a silk robe to cover herself, while the helpless Trachtenberg is left whimpering and pleading for someone to free her on the floor for another hour.
FLASHBACK 2004: Kaley Cuoco vs Mila Kunis
The blonde's face went from red to purple, her glazed eyes lolling in their sockets, while the brunette with the half-sneer on her gorgeous face tightened the pressure of her Figure Four Headscissors. Kaley's hands slapped and clutched at the steely legs wrapped tight around her head, but to no avail. Since her catfighting debut several months earlier, Cuoco had known nothing but victories; tonight; she tasted defeat for the first time.
Another minute of so of this, Mila knew, and her adversary would be knocked out. But that wouldn't teach her the lesson which the brunette wished to impact...namely, that Mila Kunis is a bitch who is
not to be trifled with. So suddenly her legs sprang open, freeing the semi-conscious blonde, who gave a loud sigh of relief. But this was no act of mercy.
In her dazed state, Kaley could only dimly comprehend what has happening, and she had no mental facility to react to it. She felt herself pulled up by the hair, her belly draped over the bent knee of her rival. She then could feel her bikini panties being tugged down around her thighs, fully exposing her butt.
The cascade of sharp, stinging slaps that next befell her rear end snapped the blonde from her stupor, but she was still too spent to do more than squirm ineffectually as the cracking open palms quickly turned her flesh glowing red. Tears streamed down Cuoco's face, both in pain and shame, as she was humiliatingly spanked, revealing her helplessness. Finally, lower lip quivering, she sobbed,
"Stop! STOP! I QUIT!""Say 'auntie'," the brunette purred.
"AUNTIEEEEEEEE!" Kaley wailed, adding a dollop of humiliation to her crushing defeat. Satisfied, Kunis stood up, pushing her adversary off of her knee and sending her crashing to the floor, where she rolled over onto her belly and buried her tearful face into the thick carpeting. Mila placed her right foot almost daintily upon the still-red bare derriere of her conquered rival and flexed her arms as the cheers of the onlookers washed over her.
