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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Apartment Championship Evie Leana challenges Gabrielle White
« Last post by carolsingapore76 on Today at 07:09:22 AM »My vote for Evie,
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Re: Underground Fights--Vanessa and Sheeba. Tales of Vanessa continue prelude.
« Last post by Janine_G on Today at 07:08:00 AM »They scratched with razor sharp claws. Both women recognized immediately that they were fighting a very different opponent that they had ever fought. Both knew that other was dangerous and very strong. Vanessa knew that Sheeba was stronger than she was, but she felt like she had some leverage in size. She also quickly felt the slash of Sheeba's claws. They rolled about, Vanessa's breasts engulfing Sheeba's but the half Saudi woman was otherwise very much in control. She jammed a thumbnail into Vanessa's cheek and raked her face. The two women broken apart, and got to their feet, grabbing each other viciously by the head and yanking wildly with one hand, both bent at the waist, while they punched and kicked at each other. One particularly powerful kick from Sheeba dropped Vanessa to one knee and her opponent took advantage of the situation, stepping forward and kneeing her in the tits and face several times and then shoving her to her back, using her own body to drive her backwards, straining her quadriceps cruelly as she was forced backwards.
As she was pinned down, Sheeba unloaded on her face and big tits, raining punches onto the other woman. Vanessa was strong and she arched up and vaulted Sheeba over her head, pitching her foward so that she landed unceremoniously on her face and chest. Sheeba went to scramble away, but Vanessa grabbed her foot and yanked her towards her as she climbed onto her back and shoved her hand between the other woman's tight buttocks and thighs, fingering her and clawing the most sensitive part of her body. Vanessa dug her nails in cruelly as Sheeba flexed and clenched the muscles of her buttocks and thighs trying to resist the attack.
She swung a wild haymaker backwards and caught Vanessa who pulled back instinctively, allowing both women to get to their feet.
They traded blows and then grappled. Sheeba got Vanessa into a front headlock and began to knee her as Vanessa tried to drive her backwards. Instead Sheeba rode her to the ground, pressing her body onto Vanessa's back and reaching over and grabbing her G-string and pulling so hard it dug into Vanessa' pussy and then snapped.
Vanessa struggled to get free as Sheeba locked her thighs around Vanessa's head and wrapped her left arm around her waist and her right arm over her buttocks and then violated her pussy from both directions. Vanessa planted her feet and pushed forward, causing the two women to tumble. Sheeba clamped down on Vanessa' s head as Vanessa tumbled over and somehow twisted, so the two women were now in a 69 position as Vanessa slapped her own thighs around Sheeba's head and clamped down tight. The two women rolled about trying to crush the other's skull even as Sheeba worked Vanessa's pussy, causing excruciating pain and considerable damage. If anyone was ruining anyone, Sheeba was well on her way to ruining Vanessa.
They struggled and strained and somehow the sweat was eventually enough of a lubricant for both women to slip free and get to their feet. As Vanessa got up though, Sheeba launched a snap kick squarely into her got that sent her careening back into the cage. She went to spring back at Sheeba, but Sheeba caught her with the hardest punch she had ever felt. It crashed into her cheek and she almost blacked out. As she regained her focus, Sheeba was using her body like a heavy bag, pounding it furiously. The blows quickly took their toll and Vanessa was in trouble. Sheeba spun her to face the cage and slammed her shoulder into the dazed woman's back. Both of Vanessa's big tits were stuffed between the bars. Sheeba grabbed Vanessa's hair yanked her head back and slammed it into the metal bars, dazing Vanessa even more. Sheeba bolted out of the cage to everyone's surprise but then she ran Vanessa and grabbed her breasts from the other side of the cage and began to tug. Finally Vanessa screamed in agony.
Sheeba hissed, "that's right, scream for me bitch..."
Sheeba put a foot against the wall of the cage for leverage as her claws dug deep into flesh as Vanessa's tits were stretched brutally. After several seconds, Sheeba slammed the two glands together and then ran back into the cage as Vanessa turned back, and cradled her ruined breasts with her arms for support. As Sheeba slammed the door, Vanessa charged at her, but Sheeba caught her and hip tossed her right into the cage wall again. Vanessa crashed into the cage upside down and Sheeba kicked the daylights out of her repeatedly. She dragged Vanessa by her hair to the middle of the ring and then grabbed her leg and twisted until Vanessa' s hip popped out of joint. Vanessa screamed as Sheeba made it worse by pressing her heel into Vanessa' pussy. Vanessa though, a consummate fighter kicked her own free leg out and snapped Sheeba's knee on her planted leg backwards, causing Sheeba to scream and collapse instantly to the ground.
Vanessa. crawled desperately away from Sheeba, who writhed in pain. Neither could get up, instead they caught their breath and crawled towards each other. They grabbed each other by the pussy and wrapped the other one up using the other arm as they grit their teeth and winced in pain. Sheeba's heavy make up rubbed off on Vanessa's cheek as they rubbed together, each one jerking every once in while when the other woman caught a particularly sensitive area. Vanessa found a very sensitive part of Sheeba's crotch and Sheeba started to whimper. Both women knew that Vanessa was gaining an advantage and even the crowd began to notice it. Sheeba suddenly snapped her head into Vanessa's face and blood sprayed out from Vanessa's nose and she fell backwards.
Sheeba grimaced as she got to one leg and then tried to grab Vanessa's ankles and while Vanessa could do very little, she was able to yank her feet free and Sheeba fell to the ground between Vanessa's legs. Vanessa snapped a heel into Sheeba's cheek and the other woman lurched forward and sank her teeth into Vanessa's pussy.
No one in the area or watching online had ever heard such an agonized scream. Sheeba's teeth had caught Vanessa's clit and the fight was over.
Vanessa sobbed, "STOP Oh god STOP...... what the fuck??? what the literal fuck...." she wailed. Sheeba rolled to her back gasping for air, her big tits rising and falling as Vanessa rolled to her side in a fetal position crying.
It was more than a week before Sheeba showed up at Karl and Vanessa's house, to claim the other part of her prize. Vanessa cried silently as she watched the stunning woman fuck Karl's brains out. Sheeba strutted around for several hours doing as she pleased, demoralizing Vanessa ruthlessly.
At one point, they almost came to blows but Vanessa had backed down, something she had never done in her life before. She realized at that moment that Sheeba had done something that no other woman, or man, had ever done to her. including those who she had lost to previously.
Sheeba had broken her, the way a cowgirl breaks a wild mare. Vanessa had been broken.
As she was pinned down, Sheeba unloaded on her face and big tits, raining punches onto the other woman. Vanessa was strong and she arched up and vaulted Sheeba over her head, pitching her foward so that she landed unceremoniously on her face and chest. Sheeba went to scramble away, but Vanessa grabbed her foot and yanked her towards her as she climbed onto her back and shoved her hand between the other woman's tight buttocks and thighs, fingering her and clawing the most sensitive part of her body. Vanessa dug her nails in cruelly as Sheeba flexed and clenched the muscles of her buttocks and thighs trying to resist the attack.
She swung a wild haymaker backwards and caught Vanessa who pulled back instinctively, allowing both women to get to their feet.
They traded blows and then grappled. Sheeba got Vanessa into a front headlock and began to knee her as Vanessa tried to drive her backwards. Instead Sheeba rode her to the ground, pressing her body onto Vanessa's back and reaching over and grabbing her G-string and pulling so hard it dug into Vanessa' pussy and then snapped.
Vanessa struggled to get free as Sheeba locked her thighs around Vanessa's head and wrapped her left arm around her waist and her right arm over her buttocks and then violated her pussy from both directions. Vanessa planted her feet and pushed forward, causing the two women to tumble. Sheeba clamped down on Vanessa' s head as Vanessa tumbled over and somehow twisted, so the two women were now in a 69 position as Vanessa slapped her own thighs around Sheeba's head and clamped down tight. The two women rolled about trying to crush the other's skull even as Sheeba worked Vanessa's pussy, causing excruciating pain and considerable damage. If anyone was ruining anyone, Sheeba was well on her way to ruining Vanessa.
They struggled and strained and somehow the sweat was eventually enough of a lubricant for both women to slip free and get to their feet. As Vanessa got up though, Sheeba launched a snap kick squarely into her got that sent her careening back into the cage. She went to spring back at Sheeba, but Sheeba caught her with the hardest punch she had ever felt. It crashed into her cheek and she almost blacked out. As she regained her focus, Sheeba was using her body like a heavy bag, pounding it furiously. The blows quickly took their toll and Vanessa was in trouble. Sheeba spun her to face the cage and slammed her shoulder into the dazed woman's back. Both of Vanessa's big tits were stuffed between the bars. Sheeba grabbed Vanessa's hair yanked her head back and slammed it into the metal bars, dazing Vanessa even more. Sheeba bolted out of the cage to everyone's surprise but then she ran Vanessa and grabbed her breasts from the other side of the cage and began to tug. Finally Vanessa screamed in agony.
Sheeba hissed, "that's right, scream for me bitch..."
Sheeba put a foot against the wall of the cage for leverage as her claws dug deep into flesh as Vanessa's tits were stretched brutally. After several seconds, Sheeba slammed the two glands together and then ran back into the cage as Vanessa turned back, and cradled her ruined breasts with her arms for support. As Sheeba slammed the door, Vanessa charged at her, but Sheeba caught her and hip tossed her right into the cage wall again. Vanessa crashed into the cage upside down and Sheeba kicked the daylights out of her repeatedly. She dragged Vanessa by her hair to the middle of the ring and then grabbed her leg and twisted until Vanessa' s hip popped out of joint. Vanessa screamed as Sheeba made it worse by pressing her heel into Vanessa' pussy. Vanessa though, a consummate fighter kicked her own free leg out and snapped Sheeba's knee on her planted leg backwards, causing Sheeba to scream and collapse instantly to the ground.
Vanessa. crawled desperately away from Sheeba, who writhed in pain. Neither could get up, instead they caught their breath and crawled towards each other. They grabbed each other by the pussy and wrapped the other one up using the other arm as they grit their teeth and winced in pain. Sheeba's heavy make up rubbed off on Vanessa's cheek as they rubbed together, each one jerking every once in while when the other woman caught a particularly sensitive area. Vanessa found a very sensitive part of Sheeba's crotch and Sheeba started to whimper. Both women knew that Vanessa was gaining an advantage and even the crowd began to notice it. Sheeba suddenly snapped her head into Vanessa's face and blood sprayed out from Vanessa's nose and she fell backwards.
Sheeba grimaced as she got to one leg and then tried to grab Vanessa's ankles and while Vanessa could do very little, she was able to yank her feet free and Sheeba fell to the ground between Vanessa's legs. Vanessa snapped a heel into Sheeba's cheek and the other woman lurched forward and sank her teeth into Vanessa's pussy.
No one in the area or watching online had ever heard such an agonized scream. Sheeba's teeth had caught Vanessa's clit and the fight was over.
Vanessa sobbed, "STOP Oh god STOP...... what the fuck??? what the literal fuck...." she wailed. Sheeba rolled to her back gasping for air, her big tits rising and falling as Vanessa rolled to her side in a fetal position crying.
It was more than a week before Sheeba showed up at Karl and Vanessa's house, to claim the other part of her prize. Vanessa cried silently as she watched the stunning woman fuck Karl's brains out. Sheeba strutted around for several hours doing as she pleased, demoralizing Vanessa ruthlessly.
At one point, they almost came to blows but Vanessa had backed down, something she had never done in her life before. She realized at that moment that Sheeba had done something that no other woman, or man, had ever done to her. including those who she had lost to previously.
Sheeba had broken her, the way a cowgirl breaks a wild mare. Vanessa had been broken.
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Message Board Fights / Cat and sex fight
« Last post by Alice smith on Today at 02:57:50 AM »Cum on challenges welcome 
Start catfight finish sexfight??
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Poll Challenges! / Catfight slut fight
« Last post by Alice smith on Today at 02:46:34 AM »Looking for catfighter bitches let’s fight ??
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Live Action Clips / Something Weird Video Wrestling Compilation
« Last post by Donnee on Today at 01:54:06 AM »Here are a number of matches with some bondage shorts. The wrestling is very phony but some of the ladies are attractive and nude.
https://tubepornclassic.com/videos/1098709/bizarro-sex-loops-12-vintage-bondage-spanking-wrestl/
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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: The Apartment
« Last post by Kingnick307 on Today at 12:04:19 AM »Im sorry Dotti! I tried to do damage control. But people like human person only feel better about themselves when they can critique others. And human person you are pathetic and repulsive. Dotti doesn't have to spend so much time working on these stories for most of us to enjoy but she is a great person and does. If you dont like her stories or grammar then keep your thoughts to yourself. Most of us appreciate her beauty as a person and writer. As a soldier fighting to defend our country its people like you that make me wonder why. But there are so many beautiful people like Dotti that make it all worth while. Great story as always Dotti. And you are very appreciated!
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Catfighting / Re: Gala Grudgematch
« Last post by Guy Incognito on Yesterday at 11:41:20 PM »BRO YOU ARE FUCKING GOATED!!! THAT'S A FUCKING MASTERPIECE FROM START TO FINISH, AND IT'S ONE OF THE MOST UNIQUE AND MEMORABLE STORYELLING I'VE EXPERIENCED WHEN IT COMES TO STORIES WITHIN THIS FETISH! MOST ESPECIALLY CHAPTER 10, HOLY FUCK, THAT WAS CHEF'S KISS UNEXPECTED AND SUPERB, AND IT'S SUCH A BRILLIANT WAY TO BUILD FURTHER HYPE FOR MORE OF WHAT'S TO COME NEXT WHICH IS THE EPIC FINALE AS IF THE PREVIOUS FIGHTS WEREN'T ALREADY FUCKING EPIC ENOUGH!!!
okay enough all caps, holy shit! I've never been an ass kisser and I hate ass kissers, so know that I meant all of that genuinely! you are in my top 10 all time favourite writers -- maybe even top 5. you're a goddamn legend in my books, Guy! incognito person recognise incognito person, too!
I'm excited for more stories by you! keep cooking!
Things I liked about Chapter 10:
<> Ruby perfectly encapsulates the type of woman who tries to agitate two other women into a conflict.
<> The conversation explores how two women in a fight only discover later how the post-fight dynamics between them will play out. Sometimes it succeeds in blowing off steam, and they resume going back to a normal relationship. But other times there's still unresolved tensions.
<> Very unusual for a woman the be able to process a fight she's just lost so quickly afterwards.
I'm pleased that people liked chapter 10. Wasn't sure if 2/3 chapters not having an actual fight might be boring. Pleasantly surprised that its a sleeper hit.
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Catfighting / Re: Gala Grudgematch
« Last post by Guy Incognito on Yesterday at 11:32:12 PM »I'm replying here for the first time, just because I've been following this story for a while now, and after finishing it, it might've become one of my favortie stories on this site.
Not only was the setting appealing and the fights very well written, but the creativity on display here was astounding. Balancing multiple different types of confrontation, while escalating the fights in a natural way, incorporating other characters into the plot and providing a satisfying conclusion with just enough room to return to the setting in the future? Truly astonishing.
To finish, I just wanted to add that I'll be waiting with bated breath for whatever you publish next, be it a sequel to one of your previous stories or a brand new thing. You're a top tier writer!
Thank you so much!
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General Discussion about Titfights & Sexfights / Re: BEWARE OF "FIT66FEMALE"
« Last post by suffolkwrestling on Yesterday at 10:14:23 PM »I see the profile is gone. Kudos to everyone who ran them off. Just be aware of the two email account they use.
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Celebrity Fights- Stories / Bella Thorne crashes Alexandra Daddario's LA gym
« Last post by southgate on Yesterday at 09:55:26 PM »In an exclusive LA gym, in a quiet corner of the facility, lay the dojo-like sanctity of the judo and wrestling room. Its floor was an expanse of thick, padded mats, the kind that absorbed the shock of falling bodies.
Bella Thorne, now 27, has come to his gym just recently, looking for better competition. She’s bored bulling the women at the gym closer to her home. With her well-earned reputation as a nasty, relentless fighter, no one there is willing to face her there. So today she strides onto these new mats with the unapologetic swagger of a warrior looking for her next victim.
Bella is a different woman from the lanky ingenue of her early career. Life, and a hedonistic appetite, had sculpted her into something quite formidable. She is still a redhead, but now her frame is filled-out--pure, unapologetic solid. She readily gains or drops ten pounds. Today she is voluptuous, curvy, she has indeed "got it all" – her enviably large chest swelling beneath a tight sports bra, her thighs thick and muscular, her full hips and fleshy ass beneath her too-small wrestling shorts. Every inch of her flashes a "don't-mess-with-me" warning.
In between the partying, Bella works out, hard, punishing her body to keep the formidable curves honed, to maintain the edge that makes her feel ready for anything. She is, as ever, the bad-girl, the brawler, the bully. Fearless and tough, she moves with both predatory grace and rarely matched arrogance.
Waiting for her on the opposite side of the mats, stretching with a focused intensity is Alexandra Daddario. At 39, Alex has settled into a more refined, leaner physicality. The famed "full-figured" contours of her twenties have given way to a thinner, tone-all-over body. Her waist is trimmer, her hips and legs more lithe than before. Her boobs are still impressive, but they are noticeably smaller than when she let them hang free 11 years ago filming ‘True Detective.’ And today, they decidedly take second place to the fuller rack that Bella carries.
These days, Alex isn’t a brawler; she enjoys competitive matches with a calculating mind. She is experienced with her fists, precise and economical in her movements, utilizing strategy over brute force. She eyes Bella, surprised at her physical presence, but nonplused by her reputation. She simply would not allow this arrogant punk to be queen bee here.
Bella stops, hands on her hips, looking Alex up and down. Settling into a look of disdain and challenge.
"Well, well, if it isn't the mighty Alexandra," she purred, her voice a low growl. "Heard you've been talking up a big game. Thinking you could still hang."
Alex straightened, her famous blue eyes locking onto Bella’s. There was no fear in them, only a quiet resolve.
"I don't talk bigger than I can fight, Bella. Unlike some people."
Her tone was calm, measured, which only seemed to fan the flames of Bella's impatience.
"Oh, really?" Bella takes a step forward, her lips curling into a sneer. "Let's see just how much fight you've got left in that… diminished, aging frame."
Her eyes lingered pointedly on Alex's chest. "Looks like someone's been skipping their dessert."
A faint flush rose on Alex’s cheeks, but her expression remained unyielding.
“Well you look like you’ve been eating them all, you cow.” Alex rejoins. "You want to go, Bella? Let's go. No holds barred. Last one standing, or tapping."
Bella’s grins wide. "My kind of rules, sweetheart. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Thorne cracks her knuckles then moves to the center of the mat. Alex follows, her movements fluid and controlled. As they squared off, the difference in their physicality is evident-- Bella's thick power contrasting sharply with Alex's lean agility.
The match begins with a cautious dance. Alex circles, feigning with her left, testing Bella’s reactions. She jabs with her quick right; then slips in a fast left-hand slap that reddens Bella’s cheek. Alex steps to the side and repeats the slap, but Bella is quick. She tilts her head, letting the blow graze her cheek. It stings, a minor irritation, and Bella’s eyes narrow.
"Is that all you got, grandma?" Bella taunts, then lungs forward, a straight-ahead burst of power.
Alex sidesteps and pivots sharply. She delivers a swift, open-handed judo chop hard on Bella’s neck at the shoulder. The thwack echoes in the room. It makes an impression.
Bella stops, blinks once, then twice. Her hand rubs at her neckline in a slow, dawning fury. .
"Oh, you wanna play games, huh? Prancing around on your toes" she rumbles, her voice dropping an octave.
Alex knows she has poked the bear. She maintains distance, weaving and bobbing, landing a few more quick and effective slaps – one on Bella’s right cheek, another ringing her left ear. Alex moves fast, trying to outflank the younger woman. But Bella is a force of nature. She sluffs off the blows, her toughness shrugging off impacts that would have made an impression on lesser opponent. She is wild-eyed, determined, and has fully locked onto her prey.
Suddenly, Bella explodes forward, not with a strike, but with a full-bodied, full-impact tackle. Alex is run over, sprawled out on the mats. Laughing, Bella quickly stands and urges Daddario up to her feet. Alex is up quickly. Bella charges again. Alex braces, as the solid redhead knocks her back a step then quickly wraps her arms tight around Alex’s waist. The brunette grunts as Throne squeezes her tight, and squeals a little as Thorne’s young, firm chest overwhelm and pancake her softer boobs. Bella demonstrates her formidable strength as she lifts the lighter woman off her feet, hoists her up higher still for a split second-- before slamming her down onto the mats with a bone-jarring thud.
The air rushes out of Alex’s lungs in gasp. Before she can recover, Thorne stomps her belly. Bella leaps down, straddling Alex’s chest. Bella’s full landing weight is a crushing burden. Alex can’t fill her lungs enough to recover.
Now, the battle is truly on Bella’s terms. This was grappling, raw and unforgiving, where power and mass reign supreme. Finess? Who cares! Bella quickly establishes her dominance, bouncing heavily on the older woman’s chest. She slaps and backhands the brunette across the face, covers her mouth with one hand and seals her nose with the other, smiling as Daddario’s eyes register her breathlessness.
“This is so fun, Alex. Are you enjoying it as much as I am,” Bella hoots.
Alex bucks up. She’s plenty strong enough to get the redhead slightly airborne. As they crash back down, Alex manages to twist to her belly but Thorne still sits astride her. She grabs Alex’s left arm, twisting it behind her back in a painful hammerlock. Alex squirms, trying to twist, around but Bella presses down on her foe’s trapped arm, then muscles her own body up enough to drive her knees down into Alex’s back, pinning her down to the mat. The pressure of her hammerlock is dreadful as Bella sets her thighs around her captive and settles in.
"Tap, Alex," Bella face is close enough for Alex to feel her warm, heavy breath. "Or this arm is gonna sing a sad song."
Alex grits her teeth, resisting, but her arm is screaming. She feels her shoulder nearing its limit. With a frustrated grunt, she taps the mat rapidly with her free hand. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Bella eases up on her hold but not completely. Thorne leaned back slightly, her ample chest heaving from the exertion, gloating.
"First point is mine. Easy. You suck balls, Alex," she jeers.
Then, without warning, she rolls Alex on to her belly, raises her hand and delivers a sharp, open-handed slap across Alex’s face. Bella then places her hands on both sides of Alex’s face and brings her lips close to Alex’s ear.
“You did okay, Alex. Really. It’s just that you don’t have a chance against me.” Thorne jeers, “And oh, I believe you said ‘No Rules,’ right?” she continues, threateningly.
Tapped, trapped, slapped and now humiliated, Alex’s eyes are burning. Bella shifts her body, keeping Alex pinned down with her hips. She reaches for Alex’s head, pulling it into a headlock, her forearm pressing in hard, not quite a choke, but close. Throne ramps up the pressure, ringing out her foe’s head and shoulders. Alex’s hands claw at Bella’s bicep, trying to break the grip around her head. Her face turns deep red. She bucks and strains for all she’s worth, but Bella’s hold is overpowering. With a desperate, choking gasp, she taps out again, a rapid, frantic signal.
Bella releases her, allowing Alex to suck in a ragged breath. But just moment of respite, until Bella shoves Alex down on her back. Bella bends over her plaything, yanks her head up by her hair, then Bella’s hand comes down again, another stinging slap.
"Still got those pretty eyes, though," Bella sneers, her voice dripping with mockery, “but that’s two points for me.”
The match continues in much the same brutal, one-sided fashion. Bella, fueled by a primal delight in her power, is bent on systematically punishing Alex. She traps one of Alex’s thin, well-toned thighs between her beefy muscular stems in a scissor-hold, squeezing until Alex can take no more, forcing another tap. Bella smiles and slaps Alex across the face.
“That’s three slaps for you. Three points for me, none for you” Bella reports.
Bella pulls Alex to her feet, hoists her up to body-slam her down to the mat. She quickly leaps down on Daddario’s face in a reverse face sit. Her two fists beat down on the brunette’s chest as she laughs out loud. Alex taps out.
Bella stands and hauls Alex to her feet to slam a wicked fourth slap across the harried woman’s face. Bella looks around the room, spots a chair in the far corner. First, she hoists Alex up and body-slams her down, again, harder. Then she marches herself to the chair and sits.
“Because I’m such a good sport, Alex, and because you’re such an old has-been, I’ll give a few minutes to pull yourself together,” she laughs.
Alex remains on her back, holding her head, rubbing her aching thigh, rubbing her burning cheek, trying to breathe in deep calming breaths.
In a bit, Bella stands up. Alex, weary, disheartened and badly beat-down, slowly gets to her feet as well.
Once more Bella bulls herself towards Alex. The brunette braces, prepared to fight with every ounce of her experience and gumption she has. It’s not enough. Thorne runs her over her. They land hard. Alex tries to push Bella away. Bella just laughs, but somehow Alex slips a headlock around the redhead and delivers three quick jabs to Thorne’s face, then slips her arm firmly around Thorne’s throat.
“Bitch,” Thorne spits, gagging.
Alex tightens the noose around her foe’s neck. She feels a wave of satisfaction as she finally mounts some offence. But Bella rolls to her feet, lifting Alex with her. Daddario tries to work her headlock, but Bella grabs her between her thin thighs, hoists her up. Shocked, Alex loses her headlock but quickly claws at Bella’s face. Thorne grunts, wraps her arms around Daddario’s waist and squeezes as she ragdolls her lighter foe, before throwing her across the room. Alex lands hard.
Bella massages her neck, then rubs gently on the scratches on her face. Somehow Alex is back on her feet. As Bella steps forward to stalk her, Daddario turns away, but immediately springs forward with a forearm across Bella’s collarbone. The brunette grabs a handful of red hair and jams Thorn’s head down into her knee, twice, then three times. Alex takes one step backwards, expecting Bella to fall. She doesn’t. Bella holds herself upright, her head spinning. Alex shrugs, then lifts her fists and moves toward her foe.
Alex is intent on avoiding Bella's power. She moves in close, Bella has her guard up high, but she is clearly groggy. Alex belts Bella low in the gut. Thorne drops her guard. Alex throws short-arm rights and lefts into Bella's chest. She explodes an uppercut into Thorne’s chin. Perplexed, maybe rattled, Bella backs away from an unexpected shellacking, but a determined Alex stays with her, hammering away at Bella's arms and side. Daddario jams in a jug flattening hook into Thorne. Bella shrieks and turns her back to Alex, cursing. Daddario attacks that exposed back, smartly hammering away at Bella's kidneys, first with her fist, and then with an on-target knee. Thorne staggers, drops to one knee, but is quickly back up. Thorne is resilient. She turns suddenly and backhands Alex across the face, knocking her off balance. Bella winds up her right hand and drives it into Daddario’s belly, knocking her backwards onto her ass. Alex is quick to her feet. Bella charges and lifts Alex up in a bear hug.
Thorne pours the pressure on. Alex tries to break free. She pulls Bella’s hair, she presses her palms into Bella chin, but to no avail. Her boobs crushes, her back aching as Bella bends her backwards. Alex struggles for a bit longer, then collapses in Bella’s arms. She has no choice but to tap out, yet again. But Bella isn’t finished. She hoists Alex up high, shifts her sideways, then slams her down against an outstretched knee.
Bella holds the brunette suspended across her knee. Holding a handful of hair, Thorne grinds an elbow into Daddario’s belly. Alex is frantically tapping Bella’s thigh.
“Enough. Please! No more…” Alex wails. But Thorne stands up, pulling Alex up by her hair and holding her close.
“Too many taps to keep track of,” Bella mocks. She slaps and backhands Alex across the face multiple times. Standing, pulling red-face Alex to her feet, she marches Daddario around the mat room, punctuating her steps with hard slaps to the older woman’s belly.
Bella smiles, a slow, nasty smile as she marches Alex to one of the walls in the mat room and knees her in the gut. Thorne pulls off Daddario’s sports bra and wraps it around her wrists. Pulling Alex’s arms up high on the wall, Bella delivers a rhythmic series of stinging slaps to Alex’s face. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each one firm, humiliating, and resonating with Bella’s complete dominion. Alex turned her head, trying to avoid them, but Bella simply followed, forcing her face forward.
"Had enough yet, Alex?" Bella whispered, leaning close, her fiery hair brushing Alex’s cheek. Her chest was pressed against Alex’s, her full, heavy breasts a suffocating weight. "Or do you want more of Bella's special treatment?"
Bella slaps Alex across the chest, smiling as she watches the soft flesh redden.
Alex is exhausted and thoroughly beaten. Her muscles scream, her lungs burn, and her face throbs. Pinned, utterly helpless and subjected to Bella’s relentless shaming, she has nothing left.
Finally, Bella yawns. She’s kind of bored. She releases Alex's wrists, then threads her arm under Alex's neck, hooking her own arm and pulls Alex’s head back in a brutal rear-naked choke. It is a ghastly picture of complete control, of total submission. Alex weakly grasps at Bella’s arm, a futile gesture. Her body goes limp, a last, barely audible gasp escaping her lips.
Bella holds the choke for only a few seconds, long enough to know Alex is completely out of it, then releases her. Alex falls sprawled on the mat, face down, motionless for a beat, then stirring enough to draw in deep, ragged breaths, her body shuddering. She doesn’t try to move. She is done.
Bella stands, adjusting her sports bra, her chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. She looks down at the defeated form of Alexandra Daddario.
"Told you, Alex," she said, her voice surprisingly soft, though laced with undeniable victory. "You're no match for Bella Thorne. This is my gym now,"
Bella Thorne, now 27, has come to his gym just recently, looking for better competition. She’s bored bulling the women at the gym closer to her home. With her well-earned reputation as a nasty, relentless fighter, no one there is willing to face her there. So today she strides onto these new mats with the unapologetic swagger of a warrior looking for her next victim.
Bella is a different woman from the lanky ingenue of her early career. Life, and a hedonistic appetite, had sculpted her into something quite formidable. She is still a redhead, but now her frame is filled-out--pure, unapologetic solid. She readily gains or drops ten pounds. Today she is voluptuous, curvy, she has indeed "got it all" – her enviably large chest swelling beneath a tight sports bra, her thighs thick and muscular, her full hips and fleshy ass beneath her too-small wrestling shorts. Every inch of her flashes a "don't-mess-with-me" warning.
In between the partying, Bella works out, hard, punishing her body to keep the formidable curves honed, to maintain the edge that makes her feel ready for anything. She is, as ever, the bad-girl, the brawler, the bully. Fearless and tough, she moves with both predatory grace and rarely matched arrogance.
Waiting for her on the opposite side of the mats, stretching with a focused intensity is Alexandra Daddario. At 39, Alex has settled into a more refined, leaner physicality. The famed "full-figured" contours of her twenties have given way to a thinner, tone-all-over body. Her waist is trimmer, her hips and legs more lithe than before. Her boobs are still impressive, but they are noticeably smaller than when she let them hang free 11 years ago filming ‘True Detective.’ And today, they decidedly take second place to the fuller rack that Bella carries.
These days, Alex isn’t a brawler; she enjoys competitive matches with a calculating mind. She is experienced with her fists, precise and economical in her movements, utilizing strategy over brute force. She eyes Bella, surprised at her physical presence, but nonplused by her reputation. She simply would not allow this arrogant punk to be queen bee here.
Bella stops, hands on her hips, looking Alex up and down. Settling into a look of disdain and challenge.
"Well, well, if it isn't the mighty Alexandra," she purred, her voice a low growl. "Heard you've been talking up a big game. Thinking you could still hang."
Alex straightened, her famous blue eyes locking onto Bella’s. There was no fear in them, only a quiet resolve.
"I don't talk bigger than I can fight, Bella. Unlike some people."
Her tone was calm, measured, which only seemed to fan the flames of Bella's impatience.
"Oh, really?" Bella takes a step forward, her lips curling into a sneer. "Let's see just how much fight you've got left in that… diminished, aging frame."
Her eyes lingered pointedly on Alex's chest. "Looks like someone's been skipping their dessert."
A faint flush rose on Alex’s cheeks, but her expression remained unyielding.
“Well you look like you’ve been eating them all, you cow.” Alex rejoins. "You want to go, Bella? Let's go. No holds barred. Last one standing, or tapping."
Bella’s grins wide. "My kind of rules, sweetheart. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Thorne cracks her knuckles then moves to the center of the mat. Alex follows, her movements fluid and controlled. As they squared off, the difference in their physicality is evident-- Bella's thick power contrasting sharply with Alex's lean agility.
The match begins with a cautious dance. Alex circles, feigning with her left, testing Bella’s reactions. She jabs with her quick right; then slips in a fast left-hand slap that reddens Bella’s cheek. Alex steps to the side and repeats the slap, but Bella is quick. She tilts her head, letting the blow graze her cheek. It stings, a minor irritation, and Bella’s eyes narrow.
"Is that all you got, grandma?" Bella taunts, then lungs forward, a straight-ahead burst of power.
Alex sidesteps and pivots sharply. She delivers a swift, open-handed judo chop hard on Bella’s neck at the shoulder. The thwack echoes in the room. It makes an impression.
Bella stops, blinks once, then twice. Her hand rubs at her neckline in a slow, dawning fury. .
"Oh, you wanna play games, huh? Prancing around on your toes" she rumbles, her voice dropping an octave.
Alex knows she has poked the bear. She maintains distance, weaving and bobbing, landing a few more quick and effective slaps – one on Bella’s right cheek, another ringing her left ear. Alex moves fast, trying to outflank the younger woman. But Bella is a force of nature. She sluffs off the blows, her toughness shrugging off impacts that would have made an impression on lesser opponent. She is wild-eyed, determined, and has fully locked onto her prey.
Suddenly, Bella explodes forward, not with a strike, but with a full-bodied, full-impact tackle. Alex is run over, sprawled out on the mats. Laughing, Bella quickly stands and urges Daddario up to her feet. Alex is up quickly. Bella charges again. Alex braces, as the solid redhead knocks her back a step then quickly wraps her arms tight around Alex’s waist. The brunette grunts as Throne squeezes her tight, and squeals a little as Thorne’s young, firm chest overwhelm and pancake her softer boobs. Bella demonstrates her formidable strength as she lifts the lighter woman off her feet, hoists her up higher still for a split second-- before slamming her down onto the mats with a bone-jarring thud.
The air rushes out of Alex’s lungs in gasp. Before she can recover, Thorne stomps her belly. Bella leaps down, straddling Alex’s chest. Bella’s full landing weight is a crushing burden. Alex can’t fill her lungs enough to recover.
Now, the battle is truly on Bella’s terms. This was grappling, raw and unforgiving, where power and mass reign supreme. Finess? Who cares! Bella quickly establishes her dominance, bouncing heavily on the older woman’s chest. She slaps and backhands the brunette across the face, covers her mouth with one hand and seals her nose with the other, smiling as Daddario’s eyes register her breathlessness.
“This is so fun, Alex. Are you enjoying it as much as I am,” Bella hoots.
Alex bucks up. She’s plenty strong enough to get the redhead slightly airborne. As they crash back down, Alex manages to twist to her belly but Thorne still sits astride her. She grabs Alex’s left arm, twisting it behind her back in a painful hammerlock. Alex squirms, trying to twist, around but Bella presses down on her foe’s trapped arm, then muscles her own body up enough to drive her knees down into Alex’s back, pinning her down to the mat. The pressure of her hammerlock is dreadful as Bella sets her thighs around her captive and settles in.
"Tap, Alex," Bella face is close enough for Alex to feel her warm, heavy breath. "Or this arm is gonna sing a sad song."
Alex grits her teeth, resisting, but her arm is screaming. She feels her shoulder nearing its limit. With a frustrated grunt, she taps the mat rapidly with her free hand. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Bella eases up on her hold but not completely. Thorne leaned back slightly, her ample chest heaving from the exertion, gloating.
"First point is mine. Easy. You suck balls, Alex," she jeers.
Then, without warning, she rolls Alex on to her belly, raises her hand and delivers a sharp, open-handed slap across Alex’s face. Bella then places her hands on both sides of Alex’s face and brings her lips close to Alex’s ear.
“You did okay, Alex. Really. It’s just that you don’t have a chance against me.” Thorne jeers, “And oh, I believe you said ‘No Rules,’ right?” she continues, threateningly.
Tapped, trapped, slapped and now humiliated, Alex’s eyes are burning. Bella shifts her body, keeping Alex pinned down with her hips. She reaches for Alex’s head, pulling it into a headlock, her forearm pressing in hard, not quite a choke, but close. Throne ramps up the pressure, ringing out her foe’s head and shoulders. Alex’s hands claw at Bella’s bicep, trying to break the grip around her head. Her face turns deep red. She bucks and strains for all she’s worth, but Bella’s hold is overpowering. With a desperate, choking gasp, she taps out again, a rapid, frantic signal.
Bella releases her, allowing Alex to suck in a ragged breath. But just moment of respite, until Bella shoves Alex down on her back. Bella bends over her plaything, yanks her head up by her hair, then Bella’s hand comes down again, another stinging slap.
"Still got those pretty eyes, though," Bella sneers, her voice dripping with mockery, “but that’s two points for me.”
The match continues in much the same brutal, one-sided fashion. Bella, fueled by a primal delight in her power, is bent on systematically punishing Alex. She traps one of Alex’s thin, well-toned thighs between her beefy muscular stems in a scissor-hold, squeezing until Alex can take no more, forcing another tap. Bella smiles and slaps Alex across the face.
“That’s three slaps for you. Three points for me, none for you” Bella reports.
Bella pulls Alex to her feet, hoists her up to body-slam her down to the mat. She quickly leaps down on Daddario’s face in a reverse face sit. Her two fists beat down on the brunette’s chest as she laughs out loud. Alex taps out.
Bella stands and hauls Alex to her feet to slam a wicked fourth slap across the harried woman’s face. Bella looks around the room, spots a chair in the far corner. First, she hoists Alex up and body-slams her down, again, harder. Then she marches herself to the chair and sits.
“Because I’m such a good sport, Alex, and because you’re such an old has-been, I’ll give a few minutes to pull yourself together,” she laughs.
Alex remains on her back, holding her head, rubbing her aching thigh, rubbing her burning cheek, trying to breathe in deep calming breaths.
In a bit, Bella stands up. Alex, weary, disheartened and badly beat-down, slowly gets to her feet as well.
Once more Bella bulls herself towards Alex. The brunette braces, prepared to fight with every ounce of her experience and gumption she has. It’s not enough. Thorne runs her over her. They land hard. Alex tries to push Bella away. Bella just laughs, but somehow Alex slips a headlock around the redhead and delivers three quick jabs to Thorne’s face, then slips her arm firmly around Thorne’s throat.
“Bitch,” Thorne spits, gagging.
Alex tightens the noose around her foe’s neck. She feels a wave of satisfaction as she finally mounts some offence. But Bella rolls to her feet, lifting Alex with her. Daddario tries to work her headlock, but Bella grabs her between her thin thighs, hoists her up. Shocked, Alex loses her headlock but quickly claws at Bella’s face. Thorne grunts, wraps her arms around Daddario’s waist and squeezes as she ragdolls her lighter foe, before throwing her across the room. Alex lands hard.
Bella massages her neck, then rubs gently on the scratches on her face. Somehow Alex is back on her feet. As Bella steps forward to stalk her, Daddario turns away, but immediately springs forward with a forearm across Bella’s collarbone. The brunette grabs a handful of red hair and jams Thorn’s head down into her knee, twice, then three times. Alex takes one step backwards, expecting Bella to fall. She doesn’t. Bella holds herself upright, her head spinning. Alex shrugs, then lifts her fists and moves toward her foe.
Alex is intent on avoiding Bella's power. She moves in close, Bella has her guard up high, but she is clearly groggy. Alex belts Bella low in the gut. Thorne drops her guard. Alex throws short-arm rights and lefts into Bella's chest. She explodes an uppercut into Thorne’s chin. Perplexed, maybe rattled, Bella backs away from an unexpected shellacking, but a determined Alex stays with her, hammering away at Bella's arms and side. Daddario jams in a jug flattening hook into Thorne. Bella shrieks and turns her back to Alex, cursing. Daddario attacks that exposed back, smartly hammering away at Bella's kidneys, first with her fist, and then with an on-target knee. Thorne staggers, drops to one knee, but is quickly back up. Thorne is resilient. She turns suddenly and backhands Alex across the face, knocking her off balance. Bella winds up her right hand and drives it into Daddario’s belly, knocking her backwards onto her ass. Alex is quick to her feet. Bella charges and lifts Alex up in a bear hug.
Thorne pours the pressure on. Alex tries to break free. She pulls Bella’s hair, she presses her palms into Bella chin, but to no avail. Her boobs crushes, her back aching as Bella bends her backwards. Alex struggles for a bit longer, then collapses in Bella’s arms. She has no choice but to tap out, yet again. But Bella isn’t finished. She hoists Alex up high, shifts her sideways, then slams her down against an outstretched knee.
Bella holds the brunette suspended across her knee. Holding a handful of hair, Thorne grinds an elbow into Daddario’s belly. Alex is frantically tapping Bella’s thigh.
“Enough. Please! No more…” Alex wails. But Thorne stands up, pulling Alex up by her hair and holding her close.
“Too many taps to keep track of,” Bella mocks. She slaps and backhands Alex across the face multiple times. Standing, pulling red-face Alex to her feet, she marches Daddario around the mat room, punctuating her steps with hard slaps to the older woman’s belly.
Bella smiles, a slow, nasty smile as she marches Alex to one of the walls in the mat room and knees her in the gut. Thorne pulls off Daddario’s sports bra and wraps it around her wrists. Pulling Alex’s arms up high on the wall, Bella delivers a rhythmic series of stinging slaps to Alex’s face. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each one firm, humiliating, and resonating with Bella’s complete dominion. Alex turned her head, trying to avoid them, but Bella simply followed, forcing her face forward.
"Had enough yet, Alex?" Bella whispered, leaning close, her fiery hair brushing Alex’s cheek. Her chest was pressed against Alex’s, her full, heavy breasts a suffocating weight. "Or do you want more of Bella's special treatment?"
Bella slaps Alex across the chest, smiling as she watches the soft flesh redden.
Alex is exhausted and thoroughly beaten. Her muscles scream, her lungs burn, and her face throbs. Pinned, utterly helpless and subjected to Bella’s relentless shaming, she has nothing left.
Finally, Bella yawns. She’s kind of bored. She releases Alex's wrists, then threads her arm under Alex's neck, hooking her own arm and pulls Alex’s head back in a brutal rear-naked choke. It is a ghastly picture of complete control, of total submission. Alex weakly grasps at Bella’s arm, a futile gesture. Her body goes limp, a last, barely audible gasp escaping her lips.
Bella holds the choke for only a few seconds, long enough to know Alex is completely out of it, then releases her. Alex falls sprawled on the mat, face down, motionless for a beat, then stirring enough to draw in deep, ragged breaths, her body shuddering. She doesn’t try to move. She is done.
Bella stands, adjusting her sports bra, her chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. She looks down at the defeated form of Alexandra Daddario.
"Told you, Alex," she said, her voice surprisingly soft, though laced with undeniable victory. "You're no match for Bella Thorne. This is my gym now,"
