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Here's something new I've been toying around with...short write-ups of the last minute or so of matches, when one girl secures total victory over her opponent. I hope to do more of these soon, and in the meantime, here are two of my very favorite match-ups.
Katie Holmes vs Alyson Hann igan
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Arms pulled up over Katie’s shoulders, the dazed Alyson grunted as her rival sat her full weight down upon the redhead’s back. This was the textbook setup for a camel clutch, which should be more than sufficient to drive Hann igan into submission, particularly after such a grueling battle between the two longtime nemeses.
But Katie Holmes wasn’t one to play by the textbook. Thus, instead of cupping her hands under her adversary’s chin in order to yank her head back, she instead slipped the index and middle fingers of each hand into the corners of Aly’s mouth. Sliding the fingers deeper into her victim’s mouth as her thumbs press beneath her jaw, Holmes applies a double mandible claw.
Hann igan’s drowsy eyes sudden snap wide open, as an electric current of agony radiates from either side of her jaw. There’s bitter irony in this; Alyson had once been heralded as the ‘Mistress of the Mandible Claw’. However, Katie had dedicated herself to mastering the exotic hold beyond the redhead’s ability to employ it, and in a series of tumultuous matches, Holmes had proven her clawhold the superior of the two. And now, she was using it yet again to beat Hann igan.
Her arms stretched up over her foe’s knees, Alyson was unable to tap out her surrender. Her feet kicked furiously, and she made sounds that were both guttural and whining, but she could not convey her submission. But of course, that’s exactly how Holmes wanted it, and she gave a smugly sinister smile as her hapless rival’s struggles grew weaker and weaker. At last, Alyson’s teary eyes fluttered shut, as she was driven into unconsciousness from the pain.
Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
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The blonde took a sharp, audible gasp of breath, then let loose with a long sigh that bordered on a whimper. Hearing this, the brunette gave a Cheshire cat’s smile of satisfaction, and then she tightened her hold.
Resting on her belly, propped up on her elbows, fingers coquettishly laced under her chin, Mila might be posing for a centerfold. But what makes this pose so different is that the head of Kaley is trapped tightly between her thighs. Flat on her back, face a deep shade of crimson from the steely pressure, Cuoco’s leaden arms flounder, her hands slapping uselessly against her tormentor’s legs. Having wisely maintained the ballet training regimen she undertook for “Black Swan”, Kunis possesses thighs like steel…a fact which the blonde is learning to her agonized regret.
Soon enough, Kaley gives a whimper, her lush body twitches with a convulsive spasm, and then she slips into flacid semi-consciousness. The raven-haired Mila gives her thighs one last crushing pulse, just out of pure malice, and then releases her defeated rival.
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very good work
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Great idea, indeed. And great writing, too. Hope to see some more.
Thank you!
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great work,hope to see some more like that,my request is a Emma stone match only if u want to do so.
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Fantastic Idea!
You're a super writer as well.
Love your first two matchups.
(I can see the lovely victorious Mila slowly removing the beautiful defeated blonde Kaley's top just for spite).
Perhaps IF you ever run out of ideas for matchups there might be some on this board to come up with some ideas? (Just a thought).
Wowza!
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great work,hope to see some more like that,my request is a Emma stone match only if u want to do so.
I'm a fan of Emma, for sure. Anyone particular you see her going up against?
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Fantastic Idea!
You're a super writer as well.
Love your first two matchups.
(I can see the lovely victorious Mila slowly removing the beautiful defeated blonde Kaley's top just for spite).
Perhaps IF you ever run out of ideas for matchups there might be some on this board to come up with some ideas? (Just a thought).
Wowza!
I'd say the possibilities are endless, so I hopefully won't be running out of ideas anytime soon. :P
But I'm always open to suggestions.
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great work,hope to see some more like that,my request is a Emma stone match only if u want to do so.
I'm a fan of Emma, for sure. Anyone particular you see her going up against?
Scarlett Johanson ,amber heard or Yvonne strahovski
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what about emma Watson ?
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Great job, love both but the image of Kaley Cuoco being slowly beaten in that hold rocks!
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Awesome stories. Wish they were longer and more in depth.
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Awesome stories. Wish they were longer and more in depth.
Hi Knicks. Well, the idea is that these are the last minute or so of each match. But I'd like to invite anyone who'd like to expand upon that finish with a full match to do so...I'd love to read it! :)
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For me, this is the perfect format. No long introductions, which honestly I don't have the patience to read; instead, right to the point - the finishing hold. Great read!
I agree with Keith Mills about Mila taking her time, using her strong legs to punish her opponent. In a real fight, it would most likely be a different outcome, imho, but it was so enjoyable to read, nevertheless.
Really great stuff!
Thank you, again, Jackflash Jump.
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Amber Heard vs Emma Stone
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Gritting her teeth, Emma pounded her feet into the penthouse's floor, but she refused to submit. Still, it was obvious to all that unless she could find a means of escaping this Boston Crab, her surrender was inevitable. Sitting atop the redhead's back and looking almost bored with the prospect of her all-but-certain triumph, Amber wished for a means of truly inflicting both pain and humiliation on her rival.
Suddenly, a look of devilish merriment graces the blonde's deceptively angelic features. She releases Stone's right leg, while still firmly drawing her victim's other limb painfully back. Emma, assuming that Heard will use her now free hand to reach behind her and clutch her under the chin to yank her head back, presses the side of her face down into the carpet. But Amber isn't interested in that.
Instead, her fingers grasp the fabric of Stone's black bikini panties. "You know what they call gingers like you, don't you?" the blonde purred menacingly. "Firecrotch." And with that, she mightily tugs at the fabric, giving Emma a brutal front wedgie! The fabric digs deep into the redhead's womanhood, disappearing beneath the tuft of auburn 'landing strip' that had been carefully shaved.
Emma's piercing screams fill the air, her eyes wide with agony as her fingers frantically claw at the carpeting. For her, it feels like an eternity, but in fact she is only able to withstand the anguish for barely ten seconds before howling out with "SHTAAAAAAAPPP! I GIVE UP...PLEEEEEEASE!"
Amber maintains her hold for a few seconds longer, for no other reason to torture her battered foe a bit more. Then she releases both the panties and the leg, pushing Stone's quivering leg away with contempt, and basking in the warm applause of the elite spectators.
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I love all three of your snippets, and I strongly encourage you to share many, many more with us. :-*
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great work again, finishing Emma stone is always sexy.
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One of my favorite writers is back with new stuff! Nice going, Jack - Kaley Cuoco is my new favorite jobber and I loved your take on that.
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Jodie Sweetin vs Danielle Fishel
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The Jodie/Dani feud had been raging since their TGIF TV days in the late 1990s, and time had not banked the fires of their rivalry. In the latest contest between the two, they squared off in a NHB ring match, with both buxom beauties straining in white tank t-shirts (which, when sweat-soaked, plastered themselves to the chests of the girls) and Daisy Duke denims.
The long and tumultuous battle had come to this: Fishel was hung on the ropes, her arms trapped between the top and middle cables, holding her fast. The brunette struggled to pull free, but to no avail. Grinning like a piranha, Sweetin grasped the front of her foe's t-shirt and ripped it, allowing Dani's 36c's to fall free. With two such inviting targets, Jodie balled her fists and began slamming punch after punch into them, her blow thudding into the soft flesh. Hooks, crosses, uppercuts...the baneful blonde spared nothing as she made her hated rival's bust her 'speed bags'. The brunette moaned, yelped and sobbed with each punch, her strength ebbing. At this rate, it was only a question of whether Dani would submit, or else be driven unconscious from the pain.
That is, if that's how Sweetin wanted to win...which it wasn't.
Finally halting her jackhammer onslaught, the blonde now seductively pulled her own t-shirt up and off of her torso, to the cheers and whistles of the largely male crowd. Now bare chested, she stepped up to the dazed Dani and gently tilted the brunette's head up with a finger under her chin. Although Fishel's eyes were glazed, the glare of fury still shone in them. Jodie merely snickered at her helpless rival's anger, and then she said, "Why don't you take a little trip? For you it will be to dreamland, and you're going to get there by motorboat." With that, she pressed herself forward while simultaneous grabbing Fishel by the hair, pulling Dani's face between the blonde's 36d's! Still trapped in the ropes, the brunette squirmed, her muffled protests betraying her panic.
Fishel's body thrashed haplessly for some 45 seconds, slowly growing more and more limp, until finally she ceased to move altogether, and the victorious Sweetin stood in center ring, arms raised high as she accepted the cheers of the crowd.
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Short and sweet! Love these stories. Maybe you could put a retro country music catfight between Faith Hill and Shania Twain in the pipeline. ;)
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FLASHBACK 1995: Faith Hill vs Shania Twain
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Faith Hill
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Shania Twain
Panic-stricken, the disheveled brunette tries to scramble away to safety on all fours. But her blonde rival grabs a handful of chestnut hair and halts her retreat. "Where the hell do you think you're going, bitch?" snarled the other woman.
It was more than plain to Shania now that challenging Faith to a fight at the CMA after-party was a huge mistake. But Twain was sick and tired of criticism within the music community that she wasn't "really" country, and when Hill made a barbed remark to that effect to her face, Shania had responded with a resounding slap across the blonde's face. And that was about all of the offense which Twain managed to deliver, as Faith tore into her like a wildcat! Three minutes into this fight, and Shania's expensive designer dress was torn to tatters and strands of her dark hair littered the floor.
Now, Hill wrapped her right arm across Twain's throat from behind, locking on a chokehold. Shania's eyes went wide as she gasped and gurgled, her hands tugging in futility at the strangling limb. "At least now none of us have to listen to you try to sing," Faith sneered as her opponent made rasping moans. Finally, Twain was choked into semi-consciousness, and Hill let her body flop face-down to the carpeted floor.
Grabbing remnants of Shania's dress, the Mississippi-born blonde swiftly and deftly hogtied the brunette's wrists and ankles behind her back. "This is how we finish a fight country-style, you Canadian poser!"
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Great work Jackflash! Thanks heaps for posting. Love your writings. :D
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Bravo Jackflash! Well done and a very believable outcome considering Faith's height and reach advantage over her petite Canadian rival. ;)
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Jennifer Lawrence vs Shailene Woodley
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Jennifer Lawrence
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Shailene Woodley
UGHHHHHH!
Shailene's pained gasp came as a sharp exclamation point to the powerful blow struck by her opponent. Pressed chest-first against the wall and held fast by Jennifer's left arm across her shoulders, Woodley could do nothing to halt the barrage of kidney punches which Lawrence was pistoning into her.
Unprepared for the ruthlessness with which Jennifer fought, Shailene was swiftly overwhelmed. Now, unable to withstand the painful pounding to her flank, Woodley tearfully whined, "Stop! I give up! Please stop!" Just to make sure the upstart learned her lesson, Lawrence threw one last fist, and then let her beaten victim go, so that Shailene could slide down the wall and crumple to the floor in a sobbing heap.
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Tyra Banks vs Charlize Theron
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Tyra Banks
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Charlize Theron
Kneeling over her opponent, Tyra presses her right heel against the blonde's throat to hold her in place, while she grabs Charlize's left ankle and pulls her leg up and over the back of the sepia-skinned beauty's neck. Her body thus unnaturally twisted by the stretch muffler hold, Theron is shocked from her stupor.
Squirming avails her naught, and after a full fifteen seconds of this torture, the blonde starts to furiously tap her hand to the canvas. But Banks will have none of it, pulling the hold tighter still and saying, "Nuh uh, I want to hear it!"
Pride keeps the South African from submitting for a full three seconds longer, but then the pain is too great to endure, and she howls out, "I GIVE UP! LET ME GO!"
After one last tug of the limb, Tyra releases her rival, and Charlize pulls her body up into a ball, clutching her agonized leg. Rising up, The statuesque beauty places a boot defiantly upon the hip of her conquered opponent and flexes her arms in a victory pose.
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Great stories just wish there a longer.
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Great stories just wish there a longer.
Did you check this:
Here's something new I've been toying around with...short write-ups of the last minute or so of matches, when one girl secures total victory over her opponent.
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Great stories, Jackflash Jump. Thanks!
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Fantastic work - lots of really AWESOME output from one of the true treasures we have here on the boards! I've got to say these are all pretty awesome and I'm definitely looking forward to seeing more. While I certainly empathize with some of the readers who would love to see more from you as you're truly a gifted individual, and I'm certainly one of them, we all know that the part that people are really interested in is the end and so, why not give it to them? These are really awesome short stories and I think it's a good format to experiment with in the future! Keep these up and of course, if you ever want or need any suggestions, you know I'll have plenty!! :D Thanks so much!!
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Thanks so much to all for the kind words...believe me, they are appreciated. :)
And I'm always open to suggestions.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Meagan Good
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Scarlett Johansson
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Meagan Good
Flat on her back, Meagan squealed as Scarlett lifted her legs and them folded them over, until the embattled's brunette's knees were pressed to either side of her head. Sitting atop Good's haunches, the blonde had her opponent utterly helpless in this matchbook schoolgirl pin. And if pins counted for anything in a catfight, she could have kept her pressed to the floor for a count of twenty with ease, despite Meagan's squirming.
But the only way to win this fight would be with a submission or knock out...and Johansson knew which one of those she preferred the most. Reaching down with her hands, she used one to pinch closed her rival's nose, and the other to cover her mouth. Meagan's eyes went wide with panic as she was smothered, her squirming growing more frantic as her muffled mewls betrayed her fear.
But her efforts were for naught, as soon enough her glazed eyes began to flutter and her movements grew still. Finally her body ceased to move altogether and her eyes closed shut, as the battered beauty was sent unwillingly into slumberland.
Rising up, Scarlett placed a foot atop the heaving chest of her beaten foe and raised her arms in a show of triumph.
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Katy Perry vs Britney Spears
Avril lavigne vs Hayley Williams
Taylor swift vs Miley Cyrus
Kristen bell vs Kesha
Also would you be offended if I did stories in a similar fashion. I don't want to steal your idea but it's given me a lot of ideas.
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Also would you be offended if I did stories in a similar fashion. I don't want to steal your idea but it's given me a lot of ideas.
I'd be thrilled to see entries from you and anyone else who'd care go give it a whirl, my friend! That would really prove to me that this idea of mine is a genuine success. :)
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Kristen bell vs Kesha
would love to read this one with Kristen getting utterly humiliated
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More brilliant entries! Love your work, Jackflash!
Seeing as you like suggestions...
I suggest Sophia Bush vs Chloe Bennet
Also, have wanted to get into the writing again myself. But I'm lazy. A short finish seems perfect. I'd like to take one of your suggestions to use first. What would you like to see?
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Hi Jimi! Would you like to take a shot at the suggested Kristen Bell vs Ke$ha fight?
More brilliant entries! Love your work, Jackflash!
Seeing as you like suggestions...
I suggest Sophia Bush vs Chloe Bennet
Also, have wanted to get into the writing again myself. But I'm lazy. A short finish seems perfect. I'd like to take one of your suggestions to use first. What would you like to see?
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Hi Jimi! Would you like to take a shot at the suggested Kristen Bell vs Ke$ha fight?
Sure thing, Jackflash. Coming right up!
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Kristen Bell vs Ke$ha
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Kristen Bell
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Ke$ha
Kristen's eyes grew wide as her feet left the ground. She hadn't mounted much offense against her opponent this entire match, but still, this was the first time she realized just how far out of her league Ke$ha was. "Wait... !" She tried to plea, but the larger blonde was having none of it as she lifted Kristen straight up over her head. One of Ke$ha's hands was planted flat against her foe's firm stomach and the other against her chest. Ke$ha stretched her fingers and gave one nipple a little pinch just to add insult to injury.
And then she let go; Kristen's pretty doe eyes going wider and wider until "THWACKK!" The little blonde slapped against the floor, the air instantly rushing out of her. She wheezed awkwardly and slowly rolled to her back, her hands clutching at her stomach and chest. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in a large gulp of air. Just to have it all blown away again as Ke$ha flopped heavily down onto Kristen's tummy, trapping her hands underneath her in the process.
Kristen squirmed, but she was trapped, and she couldn't breathe. "Say goodnight, bitch," Ke$ha taunted as she rolled with Kristen onto her side and clamped those long legs of hers around KBell's midsection. And then with a tight squeeze, Kristen was gagging for air and thrashing about in pain.
"Ahhhh! Let... goooo!" Kristen screamed as her lithe body was constricted in the strong grasp of her tormentor's legs. Her cute face contorted in agony and tears started to run down her cheeks as she came to terms with not being able to escape her predicament. "Uhhhhghhhh... please... no... more..."
But Ke$ha squeezed tighter and tighter for minutes until no air could be found in Kristen and she passed out. Grinning, Ke$ha slinked off of Kristen's motionless body and sat on her sweet face, her arms raised in victory.
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Very nice Jimi
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Thanks Ed! Appreciate it. :)
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Knocked it out of the ballpark, Jimi! You write so vividly, I could easily envision this in my mind's eye. Excellent work, my friend! ;D
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Thanks Jack! Appreciate that very much. You're a tough act to follow. I'm always up for more though. Looking forward to more of your work too!
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Avril Lavigne VS Miley Cyrus?
Kristen Stewart VS Emma Watson?
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great stuff Jimi!
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Avril Lavigne VS Miley Cyrus?
Kristen Stewart VS Emma Watson?
Matches we've seen 100 times before
I'd rather see Emma can miley and avril vs Kristen
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Avril Lavigne VS Miley Cyrus?
Kristen Stewart VS Emma Watson?
Matches we've seen 100 times before
I'd rather see Emma can miley and avril vs Kristen
"Seen 100 times"? Where did you see more than one or two Miley VS Avril stories at most in the history of this forum?
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Avril Lavigne VS Miley Cyrus?
Kristen Stewart VS Emma Watson?
Matches we've seen 100 times before
I'd rather see Emma can miley and avril vs Kristen
"Seen 100 times"? Where did you see more than one or two Miley VS Avril stories at most in the history of this forum?
Ok not 100 :p I know there are at least 3 Miley vs avril stories. Miley wins one on a beach then avril wins one then there is one on a ring that Miley dominates.
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Kristen Stewart VS Emma Watson?
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Emma Watson and Kristen Stewart weren't exactly strangers and this long and grueling fight was a testament to their disdain for one another, even if they each tried to downplay any sort of rivalry between them. Throughout their skirmish each woman realized fairly quickly to avoid the other's legs at all costs while trying to use her own as the offensive weapons they were.
Sweating profusely, and her clothes in tatters, Kristen found herself on top of her rival with her thighs wrapped around Watson's waist. Knowing the threat that Emma's own legs posed, the American kept her shoulders down and out of reach of Emma's legs. This had the added bonus of Stewart scrubbing her modest tits over Emma's protesting face while she pinned Watson's wrists to the floor above her head. Kristen suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline and squeezed her thighs round Watson's waist while stretching her out by forcing her hands further up on the floor.
"Ready to give Em?" Kristen asked before leaning down and pressing her lips into the top of Emma's head while she continued to torture the Brit, compressing her waist until Watson could barely breathe.
Out of options and at the end of the line, Emma finally gave in, screaming out her submission in a desperate attempt to get out of Stewart's grasp. "I give up! Please let me go, Kristen!" She shouts.
Smiling a cocky grin, Stewart uncoils her legs from Emma's waist and slowly crawls up Watson's body until her naked crotch is pressing into the Brits' chin. "Lick." She commands as she grabs Watson's hair and shoves the Brit's face into her crotch. It takes a moment, but Watson eventually accepts her defeat and extends her tongue into the American's folds, grimacing at the taste but hoping to quickly please her conqueror and end her humiliation.
Kristen's breath hitches and quickens as Emma's tongue darts in and out of her, swirling around her aroused clit until Stewart is biting her lip and clamping her eyes, trying in vain to hold back her building orgasm. She only manages to delay it by a few seconds before her thighs tremble and then clamp shut around Emma's head, dousing her victim in the warm fluid that signified her ultimate defeat. Kristen's body tensed and shuddered for several seconds as she released herself all over Watson's face before finally going rigid as the last wave of her orgasm washed over her body.
Heavily exhaling, Kristen ran her hands through her hair and finally crawled off of Emma's face, her inflamed sex still raw and twitching with pleasure. Looking down at Watson's girl-cum stained face brought Kristen to a new found height of satisfaction and after taking several pics with her phone, left a humiliated Emma Watson laid sprawled out and defeated on the floor before kissing her goodbye with the satisfaction of a winner filling her head.
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Maybe Stacy Keibler vs Ronda Rousey?
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Well done, 890...you've proven that a seemingly tired old match-up can have new life breathed into it. ;D
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great idea and great stories. how about a tournament with the following. Ashley tisdale, Brenda song, Emily osmont , miley cyrus, selena Gomez, chole bennet, kaley cuoco and lindsy lohan.
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Stacy Keibler vs Ronda Rousey
Stacy Keibler
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Ronda Rousey
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Stacy's pretty face contorted in agony as sharp pain shot through her knee. Ronda was on her as they lay on the mat, and she wrenched the lithe blonde's toned leg back in a vicious kneebar hold.
Tears started to roll down Stacy's cheeks, bruised from Ronda's unleashing of expert jabs earlier. It was part miracle that Stacy was even conscious at this point against the impressive athlete. The other part was Ronda's willingness to toy with her prey. Stacy was well known for her beautiful long legs, and Ronda had made a point of targeting them.
With her kneebar locked in tight, Ronda sunk her talons into the firm meat of Keibler's backside and raked them right down along her glutes and thighs. Stacy wailed in pain and humiliation, but she only snapped once she felt her knee start to give.
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!!" With another wrench of her knee, Stacy could swear she felt her knee buckle, and she furiously tapped against Ronda's arm. "Please! Rondaaa... aaahhh... I give! I give!"
With a sly grin and a firm slap to Stacy's scratched up ass, Ronda dropped her foe's knee, allowing Kiebler to roll over, clutching at her knee in agony, tears streaming down her pretty features.
"Let that be a lesson to you and any other pretend athletes," Rousey spat venomously. With that, she left the broken blonde to tend to her wounds as she wandered off largely unscathed.
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Stacy Keibler vs Ronda Rousey
Stacy Keibler
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Ronda Rousey
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Stacy's pretty face contorted in agony as sharp pain shot through her knee. Ronda was on her as they lay on the mat, and she wrenched the lithe blonde's toned leg back in a vicious kneebar hold.
Tears started to roll down Stacy's cheeks, bruised from Ronda's unleashing of expert jabs earlier. It was part miracle that Stacy was even conscious at this point against the impressive athlete. The other part was Ronda's willingness to toy with her prey. Stacy was well known for her beautiful long legs, and Ronda had made a point of targeting them.
With her kneebar locked in tight, Ronda sunk her talons into the firm meat of Keibler's backside and raked them right down along her glutes and thighs. Stacy wailed in pain and humiliation, but she only snapped once she felt her knee start to give.
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!!" With another wrench of her knee, Stacy could swear she felt her knee buckle, and she furiously tapped against Ronda's arm. "Please! Rondaaa... aaahhh... I give! I give!"
With a sly grin and a firm slap to Stacy's scratched up ass, Ronda dropped her foe's knee, allowing Kiebler to roll over, clutching at her knee in agony, tears streaming down her pretty features.
"Let that be a lesson to you and any other pretend athletes," Rousey spat venomously. With that, she left the broken blonde to tend to her wounds as she wandered off largely unscathed.
Nice job! How about Alison Brie vs Angelina Jolie?
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Great work, Jimi! :)
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Alison Brie vs Angelina Jolie
Alison Brie
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Angelina Jolie
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"Who's washed up now?!" Angelina Jolie asked teasingly of the busty woman beneath her.
No reply came from the pinned Alison Brie, but the worried look on her face suggested she knew the answer. Angelina bounced up and down, grinning as she flattened Alison's proud chest beneath her firm ass.
Brie wailed as her impressive breasts mushroomed out with each bounce. Soon her chest was in great pain and her dignity was in even more trouble.
But it would only get worse, as Angie scooted off of the battered breasts and took a seat atop those angelic features. Alison's muffled cries were surprisingly loud as her face was completely covered by Angelina's naked crotch.
With one hand wrapped in hair and her hips bucking like a rodeo rider, Angelina rode her plaything until she started moaning herself. Before long she had used Alison's lovely face to bring herself to orgasm, exploding all over the pretty brunette.
Angelina hopped back, crushing Alison's breasts again, and letting her breathe just before she passed out. "I want you to be aware of how much I'm dominating you," Jolie explained, still panting and grinning. "It's no fun for me if you can't remember your lesson."
Alison's abused face was contorted in disgust and horror, and Angelina could not help but grin wickedly, completely satisfied. Angelina then scooted further back, sitting heavily on Alison's soft tummy, before sinking her claws into the beautiful, but tenderized breast meat. The wicked brunette tore at supple flesh, bringing poor Alison to agonizing screams.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!! Leggggggooooooooo!!" Alison pleaded desperately, but Angelina was only interested in hearing one thing.
"Admit you'll NEVER be as sexy as me, or you're done." Alison was scared and completely beaten, and the broken women instantly gave the older beauty what she wanted.
"I admit it! You're better, Angie! Please! You're... sexier... always... pleeeeeease."
Angelina eventually let go, mostly just to admire her handiwork. Alison's breasts were sagging and a worrying shade of purple/red. She had completely broken the younger actress, and being satisfied with Brie's admission, she left her alone to cradle her abused chest and curl up in a sobbing ball.
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Nice job!
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Don't post much but wanted to give an idea a try! I tend to enjoy scenarios involving 2 jobbers facing off against each other.
Rachel Bilson
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vs.
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Lilly Collins
What started out as a somewhat even pillow fight between two creampuffs began to drastically change within the past few minutes. While Lilly felt pretty good about her showing at first, she'd started to lose focus as Rachel would continue to get under skin via her quickness and veteran knowledge. While Rachel has been on the receiving end of plenty of embarrassing beatings, she had the definite edge in experience.
As Rachel was able to counter every offensive move that Lilly tired, her confidence gained. It felt great to finally be on the offensive side for once and Rachel intended to enjoy every second of it. Meanwhile Lilly, now sweaty and frustrated, was prepared to try a dirty tactic. Lilly would take off one of the pillow cases and attempt to put it over Rachel's head to suffocate her and then maybe perform a facesit pin just to rub it in.
Except Rachel could tell what Lilly was planning when she started taking off the pillow case, and she acted accordingly. Rachel would perfectly land a kick to the midsection that would bend Lilly over holding her stomach. Seeing Lilly's cute butt sticking out in those tiny shorts gave Rachel an evil idea.
"Come here, you little weakling!" Rachel would say as she sits down on the bed and throws Lilly over her knees with her butt sticking straight up in the air. Lilly kicked her legs and thrashed as Rachel started mercilessly wedgieing her shorts and slapping her ass. Tears started flowing down Lilly's face as she can't believe she's getting spanked by another jobber! Rachel would eventually readjust a little so that Lilly's kicking legs were now stuck in-between Rachel's knees which both heavily limited Lilly's squirming while allowing Rachel to bend Lilly's body to a greater degree so that her butt was sticking up just a little more.
After Lilly's butt was red and her cries turned into pathetic whimpers, Rachel decided to put an end to things. With surprising viciousness and authority, Rachel would flip Lilly over and slam her down on one knee executing a brutal backbreaker that almost snapped Lilly's puny body completely in half! Surprised with her own intensity but satisfied to see her victim passed out, Rachel would dump Lilly's body on the floor on her stomach for the undisputed victory.
Before leaving the room, Rachel would bent down to Lilly passed out on her stomach and strip her short shorts down her legs and off to take them as a souvenir as Lilly lay exposed in just her shirt and a thong.
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Fantastic work, Xtra! I really enjoyed that, and I must say I love the jobber vs jobber idea as well. There is nothing cuter than a good jobber, so why not have two?? Perfect! I do love Bilson especially. Lovely.
Thanks for sharing it! ;D
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Thanks a lot Jimi! Gonna try to come up with some more jobber combos
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Xtra, I echo Jimi's remarks...great stuff, and I love the idea of two jobbers going at it. :)
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How about Kelly Clarkson vs Carrie Underwood to see who the real American Idol is?
Kelly Clarkson vs Carrie Underwood
Kelly Clarkson
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Carrie Underwood
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Kelly Clarkson was huffing and puffing as she pulled back hard, applying a textbook camel clutch. She sat on the small of her blonde rival's back and cranked up the pressure as Carrie Underwood groaned in pain, her lovely long legs beating against the floor in protest.
Kelly chose to move one hand from under Carrie's chin to grab at her beautiful blonde hair, using that as leverage to yank on, eliciting a new scream from her foe. Carrie's body painfully bent backwards, her breasts heaving on her chest as they were pushed out in the hold.
"I give! I... give!" Carrie screamed her surrender and immediately returned to groaning in pain until Kelly relinquished her submission hold.
Clarkson removed her grip on Carrie's chin, and with the hand wrapped in blonde locks, slammed the beauty's face down hard into the ground. Carrie's breasts mushroomed out under the impact of being slammed forward, and her pretty face collided flush with the floor. Underwood went limp instantly and Kelly knew she had knocked the blonde bombshell out cold.
"Yes! The original and the best, baby!" Kelly cheered as she leaped off of the unconscious woman beneath her and threw her hands triumphantly in the air. She wore a grin that would stay with her for weeks as she slowly made her way out, leaving the unmoving blonde where she lay for someone else to deal with.
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Woah, that was incredible, HV. Well done indeed! I didn't initially care for the matchup at all, uninterested in both celebs personally, but you made me care pretty quickly, and it was so well done I know that I would love absolutely any matchup you were to write about. Magnificent work! Thanks heaps for getting involved. Very glad you did.
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Great stories, thank you all.
How about Demi Lovato crushing somebody (Miley or Selena, for example) between those powerful thighs of hers. Saw her last night on Jimmy Fallon's show. That girl has some nicely toned, strong legs. Perfect for scissoring somebody into oblivion.
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I am loving all of these - HV's Kaley Cuoco vs. Britney Spears was incredible! Thanks, all you writers.
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Super hot stuff!
How about some MILF finishers?
Calista Flockhart VS Letizia of Spain
Ming Na-Wen VS Courtney Cox
Winona Ryder VS Halle Berry
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I am loving all of these - HV's Kaley Cuoco vs. Britney Spears was incredible! Thanks, all you writers.
Super hot stuff!
How about some MILF finishers?
Calista Flockhart VS Letizia of Spain
Ming Na-Wen VS Courtney Cox
Winona Ryder VS Halle Berry
yes please
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Flashback: Lindsay Lohan vs Hilary Duff 2005
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Lindsay gave an ear-splitting shriek as Hilary sunk her teeth into her opponent's left breast. The redhead's attempt to end the fight with a smother had backfired badly on her, as she managed to pull herself free of her opponent's incisors. The two bikini-clad 18 year old rivals tumbled in a tangle of limbs across the floor, until Duff managed to get on top. With her left hand she sunk her nails into her hated foe's right breast, while her other hand balled into a fist and began jackhammering blows to the redhead's face.
Suitably dazed by the pounding, Lohan offered scant resistance as her opponent spun herself around and then scooted backward, her butt pressing down over Lindsay's face. The embattled redhead thrashed in panic, but lacked the strength to throw her tormentor off. For added torture, Hilary wicked squeezed and mauled both of Lindsay's breasts, until finally Lohan ceased moving altogether.
Standing up, Duff triumphantly placed a foot atop the heaving chest of her defeated nemesis and raised her arms in victory.
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;D Yes! Awesome work Jackflash!
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Demi Lovato vs Selena Gomez
Demi Lovato
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Selena Gomez
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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuggggghhh!" Selena Gomez wailed out as the breath was squeezed from her and her insides felt ready to collapse.
She was trapped firmly between the incredibly powerful thighs of Demi Lovato. "Aww, is little Selena too weak to escape?" Demi was more than happy to tease the trapped beauty after some of the disparaging remarks Selena had smugly thrown about earlier regarding Demi's figure.
"How is that soft little tummy treating you now?" Lovato taunted. Gomez gave no response other than a pained yelp as the pressure from Demi's legs was increased around her prey's waist.
Selena was too proud to quit, but she had no fight left, and Demi knew it, so she decided to quicken the process, reaching out and ripping down the front of the little upstart's dress. It tore away easily and two lovely, soft breasts spilled out into the open. Demi licked her lips wickedly and jabbed her fingers roughly into one of the orbs and began to twist and pull at the tender flesh.
Selena's doe eyes grew wide and she screeched as her tit was abused at will by Demi. Then she screamed bloody murder when sharp nails raked down her breast, piercing the skin.
"Owwww! Okay! Okayyyy! I give!" Selena wailed her surrender and Demi grinned, removing her hand from the starlet's marred breast. She did however, up the pressure on the body scissors, sensing she was close to completely draining her rival.
And she was right. A matter of minutes later, Selena had passed out between Demi's impressive legs. Finally satisfied with her destruction of the arrogant popstar, Demi stripped her prey completely naked and left her asleep to be found by whoever was lucky enough to stumble across her.
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Hmmm... I want to do a Sophia Bush one. Someone give me an opponent and the winner. First in gets it.
Thanks! :)
P.S. Maybe don't list the winner. Spoilers aren't fun. You can PM me the winner of choice if you want. Otherwise I'll do what I want. 8)
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Hmmm... I want to do a Sophia Bush one. Someone give me an opponent and the winner. First in gets it.
Thanks! :)
P.S. Maybe don't list the winner. Spoilers aren't fun. You can PM me the winner of choice if you want. Otherwise I'll do what I want. 8)
Olivia Wilde. You can decide the winner.
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Sophia Bush vs Olivia Wilde
Sophia Bush
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Olivia Wilde
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"Aaaaiii!" Sophia Bush was squealing as the woman perched atop her back pulled hard on her long brunette locks with both hands. A clump of hair gave way and Olivia Wilde's right hand shot away, pulling a handful of hair with it and eliciting a sharper scream from Sophia's soft lips.
"Oh, sorry love," Olivia offered, mockingly. "Did you not want a bald patch there?"
Olivia's strong pull had Sophia's upper body lifted from the ground, kind of in a crude camel clutch without the need for the chin hold. It did allow Olivia to sneak a hand around to the teary-eyed beauty's chest and rip the front of her dress down. Sophia's lovely C-cup breasts spilled out into the open air, and now Olivia really made her cry, ripping her nails into the soft, jiggling flesh of Sophia's supple right boob and tearing at it mercilessly.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!! Letggggggoooooooo!!!" Sophia screamed and kicked her legs against the floor in protest, but effectively achieved nothing but bringing a wicked grin to Olivia's face.
After a few minutes of the titty torture, Sophia was completely broken, weeping pathetically. The pain was intense and her scratched up breast hung loose and sagging on her chest. "P-please... please..." Sophia was pleading in between sobs, and Olivia was bored now, so with her left hand, she slammed Sophia's face forward, cracking it into the floor.
Sophia's body went limp as she blacked out. Olivia rolled off her foe and flipped her over onto her back, before peeling the rest of her dress off her beaten body. And then she left, leaving poor, naked, dishevelled Sophia at the mercy of whoever may find her.
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Olivia Wilde. You can decide the winner.
Thanks for the awesome suggestion, 890! Perfect.
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Great stories, guys!
Jimi, thank you for the latest additions. I could almost feel the power of Demi's incredible legs. ;D
Cheers!
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Great stories, guys!
Jimi, thank you for the latest additions. I could almost feel the power of Demi's incredible legs. ;D
Cheers!
My pleasure! Thanks heaps for the comments. I'm quite partial to Demi myself, so that was genuinely a pleasure to write. No effort required. Not always the case with requests, but there have been a lot of great ones in this thread.
Got any more?
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Jimi, My friend, more excellent work from you! Demi/Selena seems like such a natural rivalry, and I'm sure we'll see them tearing into each other again someday soon. :)
Plus, Sophia vs Olivia? The cherry on the sundae. :D
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Ah, HV...the "door knocker" bit was brilliant. ;D
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Jimi, My friend, more excellent work from you! Demi/Selena seems like such a natural rivalry, and I'm sure we'll see them tearing into each other again someday soon. :)
Plus, Sophia vs Olivia? The cherry on the sundae. :D
Thanks! Very kind of you to say. I kind of feel like I/we have hijacked your thread.
I agree, Demi vs Selena is a perfect rivalry. I did enjoy doing Sophia vs Olivia, too. I think Olivia's pretty tough competition. Shame... poor Sophia. :(
Also, brilliant work again, HV! Loved it. ;)
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Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens
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Hayden Panettiere
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Vanessa Hudgens
It was an unusual sight...both beauties had snared one another in headscissors, trapped together in a vise-like '69'. The sweat which covered their bodies delineated the musculature of their legs as their thighs squeezed tighter and tighter. The only sound was their rasping pants for breath. Their angelic faces went from red to purple, their eyes glazing over as the python-like power of their limbs crushed them. Their bodies trembled from the exertions, and it was clear that neither could withstand this punishment for long.
Less than ten seconds later, Hayden gave a long, pitiful sigh, and her body went limp as her eyes fluttered shut. Freed from the torture of her rival's thighs, Vanessa gave a small yelp that was half-triumph and half-relief...and then she likewise slipped into unconsciousness...the victor by virtue of a few moments' of greater stamina.
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Yay, Vanessa!!
Brilliant. Fantastic work, JJ. Love it.
Now I'm craving Vanessa/Sophia. Mmmmm...
Sorry, almost a one-track mind, haha.
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Blake Lively vs Brooklyn Decker
Blake Lively
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Brooklyn Decker
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Blake Lively screamed as the hard knee connected flush with her pubic mound. She writhed about on the ground as Brooklyn Decker slipped her own bikini top off.
You were so fixated on these earlier, I figure it would be kind of me to give a close look now. Let you revel in their beauty. Even, you know, pass out between them.
Brooklyn dropped ass-first onto Blake's fit tummy, knocking the wind from her. She bounced up and down a few times, exhausting Blake and showing off her big bouncing breasts. Then, Brooklyn leaned forward and dropped her lovely orbs on top of Blake's shocked face.
Brooklyn grabbed a handful of hair held Blake's face tightly into her cleavage, suffocating her rival in short time.
Blake's body went limp and she was dropped from between Brooklyn's mountains. Sound asleep, Blake gave no resistance as Brooklyn slowly peeled the rest of her swimsuit off her impressive body and threw it away.
Blake would wake up later, buried up to her tits in sand. Her nipples were poking dangerously out of the sand, and placed there on her buried stomach by Brooklyn, were a number of sharp-clawed looking crabs. Brooklyn could hear Blake's screams all the way from the parking lot as she cleaned herself up and prepared to drive away.
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Thanks again, Jimi and Jackflash Jump. Great writing, guys!
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These always looked like fun and I wanted to try a couple of them out.
Claire Julien vs Danielle Campbell
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“It’s almost like you didn’t even try you pathetic Aussie!” Claire Julien stood directly above Danielle Campbell with her hands on her hips and huge grin on her face as the Australian beauty sat up against the wall grasping her sore and battered belly after a round of hard belly punches finally made her collapse to the floor.
Danielle’s cute little dress discarded and crumpled up in the corner of the room as she was on the verge of tears on the floor in only her bra and panties looked up at Claire completely dejected that no matter what she tried her blonde counterpart was always one step ahead of her.
“It’s about time I finished you off, I’ve wasted enough time already dealing with such an unworthy bitch!” Claire grabbed both of Danielle’s ankles and gave the brunette a hard stomp right into her crotch which made Danielle whimper in pain while Claire pulled on her ankles dragging the brunette off of the wall to the center of the room flat on her back. Then, leaping as high into the air as she could, Claire came landing down ass first on top of Danielle’s already sore belly causing the brunette to desperately gasp for air as her upper and lower halves shot upward simultaneously in a “V” shape before she flopped back down flat on her back breathing heavily as her breasts heaved up and down with each breathe she took.
Claire took her beautiful legs and extended them out above Danielle’s head while reaching down to get two handfuls of long brunette hair as she pulled Campbell’s head forward in between her legs and buried Danielle’s head into her crotch while squeezing on the defeated Australian’s head and neck with her thighs trapping Danielle in a devastating headscissors crotch smother hold.
Danielle screams and moans of submission were muffled under Claire’s crotch as the blonde laughed out loud, “don’t worry Danny, I’ll let you go….. eventually!” Claire only tightened her scissors around Danielle as she could feel the brunette’s body getting weaker and weaker until she went completely limp. Claire then let her go and watched as the sleeping brunette collapsed back down to the floor unconscious.
Getting back to her feet, Claire placed her right foot on top of Danielle’s face showing off after her victory. Finally done with the battle and proud of her accomplishments, Claire removed both Danielle’s bra and panties before picking up the dress she had ripped off her rival earlier and left Danielle completely naked sleeping on the floor to add a bit more humiliation to the brunette’s painful loss.
Alexandra Daddario vs Katrina Bowden
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Alexandra Daddario was totally exhausted, her hair a total mess with chunks of it ripped out of her scalp, clothes ripped and torn off that her breasts were now fully exposed not to mention red and extremely sore from being mercifully mauled by her opponent, but she could not care less right now as she mounted and laid on top of a completely naked and dazed Katrina Bowden. Alex pinned her blonde rival’s hands high above her head taking them away from Katrina as she looked down into the blonde’s wide eyes as Bowden tried with all she had left to squirm away.
“Ah ah ah, not this time, I got you now!” Alex let Kat know that even though the blonde nearly beat her on multiple occasions she was not woman enough to get the job done. Daddario kept Bowden’s hands pinned to the floor with just her left as she removed her right hand moving it downward and started to use it to claw into Katrina’s soft flesh while the blonde screamed in pain at the top of her lungs, “noooo please stop, I give up!” Alex though did not care at all continuing to tear into Kat’s left breast turning it as red as she could, “it’s payback time for what you did to my MUCH more impressive rack!” Daddario let Bowden know exactly what she was going to do as tears streamed down the blonde’s face.
The pain was really getting to Kat now and things turned from bad to worse for her as Alex slid her body upward and dropped her enormous chest down onto the blonde’s face, “now kiss and make them better!” Daddario could feel her breasts getting more and more wet as Bowden’s tears streamed onto them continuously as the brunette’s chest did the trick of suffocating the blonde.
Alex was thoroughly enjoying her attack on Kat as each time the blonde was on the verge of passing out, she would lift her breasts off her face to let Bowden breath again for a moment to listen to Katrina scream as she mauled her much smaller breasts just to drop right back down into another breast smother. Daddario continued this motion for a good 5 minutes until she grew tired of it and applied one last breast smother to Bowden and watched as Katrina faded into dreamland.
Alex headed home exhausted but completely satisfied as she left a note on Katrina’s belly that said
“We have to do this again real soon, I did not get to spank that fine ass of yours.”
XOXO Alexandra
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Great stuff, iamrodgers! Thank you.
Hands down, the best thread here.
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Thanks, really enjoyed doing them. Think I'll be doing more in the future.
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Amazing work my friend! I do love me some Daddario.
Thanks heaps to all for the comments. We love that shit. I'll be back shortly with some more snippets! :)
Also... 'Jackflash, Jimi and Rodgers' sounds like a '70's folk/rock trio. :D
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Troian Bellisario vs Ashley Benson
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Ashley Benson
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What had begun as a friendly tussle quickly escalated into a heated catfight. And now Ashley Benson bounced cheerfully on Troian Bellisario's flat tummy, knocking the wind from her.
Ashley's impressive breasts bounced with her in exuberant fashion since they had been freed from their constraints at an earlier point in the scrap. "Here, you jealous toad, have a look at what REAL breasts look like." Benson dropped her luscious orbs onto Troian's already teary face and held her face in tightly with a strong grip on her brunette locks.
Troian moaned incoherently and brought her hands up to grab at the sides of Ashley's breasts, but she was exhausted and quickly weakened by the smother. Her hands pawed against the lovely flesh that engulfed her face, but she could not mount any discernible offense against them.
Ashley giggled happily as Troian faded and went limp between her incredible cleavage. Releasing her grip on the dark hair, Benson let the brunette's head drop out of her bosom, landing with a dull thud against the floor.
"There. Proof that I'm hotter. And don't you EVER compare your pathetic body to mine again. Wrong league, bitch!"
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Selena Gomez vs Miley Cyrus
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Miley Cyrus
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Miley's body slackened. Her hands dropped limply by her sides. Selena kept her grip on the pop star's hair, firmly wedging Miley's face between her lovely full breasts.
"Yes! I'm better than you! Eat shit, Mile-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrghhh!"
Selena's pretty eyes widened in absolute horror as her beast was bitten into. Miley's teeth sunk deep into the supple flesh and she tore away, ripping at it like a dog with a chew toy. Tears fell down Selena's baby-faced cheeks and and her lips quivered. "N... nooo..."
Selena's hands fell away from Miley's head and Miley let go, rolling away and sucking in mouthfuls of air, trying to breathe again. "Oh... I thought... you said... eat... tit!"
As Miley recovered, all Selena could do was sob and clutch at her wounded tit, rocking back and forth on her knees. "No... my boob..."
Miley stormed back to her rival and slammed the bottom of her foot flat against Selena's damaged breast. With a scream, the brunette beauty flopped onto her back.
Miley slipped her bottoms off and dropped atop Selena, her naked crotch landing flush on her prey's pretty face. Miley grinded her hips back and forth crudely across the cute face beneath her. "Looks like I'm better than you after all, pussy eatin' ho."
In a humiliating mixture of tears and Miley's juices, Selena passed out, smothered under her enemy's crotch.
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Any chance we can see Karen McDougal defeating Pam Anderson?
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More good stuff, thanks Jimi!
Even though I would have liked it better if it was Selena kicking Miley's butt ;). Great read, nevertheless.
Also... 'Jackflash, Jimi and Rodgers' sounds like a '70's folk/rock trio. :D
LOL!
Cheers!
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Hayley Williams vs avril
Jessica Biel vs Katy Perry
Taylor swift vs Paris Hilton
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Bella Thorne vs Victoria Justice
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“Uh oh Vic, it appears you bit off much more than you can chew! You chose the wrong bitch to mess with this time.” Bella Thorne lifted her right foot up and stomped down as hard as she could into Victoria Justice’s bare midriff and ground the spike of her heel into Victoria’s soft aching belly. The brunette could not believe that the younger woman had handled her with such ease. Bella continued to torment Victoria’s belly even more with a series of rapid fire stomps bruising Justice’s entire midsection and also causing the brunette to gasp for what little air she could find.
With Victoria nice and weak now, Bella knelt down on top of each of Victoria’s shoulders pinning them on the floor. Thorne took her time as she knew she could and slowly brushed the hair out of Justice’s face almost toying with the brunette, “such a pretty thing, it’s a shame I have to mess it up now!”
Bella used both her open hands to start slapping Victoria’s face around from one side to the other repeatedly completely tormenting Victoria and ruining all of the brunette’s spirit as each cheek reddened more with each slap until Justice was nothing more than a sobbing mess. “Good, now you look almost as pathetic as you fight, and now I think I’m going to put you out my way!”
The dominant redhead moved upward on top of Victoria until her ass was firmly planted on the brunette’s face as Bella wiggled it around getting into a nice cozy position. Thorne turned her body so she was facing Justice’s legs and giggled, “see, from here I can do whatever I please while you get ready to sleep off the little beating I gave you.” Bella’s nails then started to rake up and down Victoria’s belly as she clawed at it for a while as the brunette desperately tried to get some air which was not coming, but what was coming was Bella pulling Victoria’s shirt up to her neck in order to expose the brunette’s breasts to the open air so that the redhead could pinch and twist on Victoria’s nipples giving Bella a ton of delight.
It did not take more than two minutes for Victoria to run out of air and to not be able to take any more punishment before her body completely shut down and went limp underneath Bella’s ass. “Hope you got the message this time Vicky, I would hate to have to kick your ass again.”
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Great stories! Really enjoyed the read!
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Also... 'Jackflash, Jimi and Rodgers' sounds like a '70's folk/rock trio. :D
I call dibs on playing the electric kazoo!
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Also... 'Jackflash, Jimi and Rodgers' sounds like a '70's folk/rock trio. :D
I call dibs on playing the electric kazoo!
:D
Is that a sex thing?!
Oh! I got one.
The next fight is dedicated to Jackflash...
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Michelle Trachtenberg vs Mila Kunis
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Mila Kunis
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Mila Kunis squeezed her thighs tight, constricting them around the neck of the fading Michelle Trachtenberg. Mila's naked crotch hovered inches from the beauty's face.
But Michelle could see a way out yet. Though her eyes bugged and her face reddened with lack of oxygen, she managed to bring a hand up and jam it straight into Mila's pussy. Mila's eyes widened in shock and fear, and she gasped as Michelle choked out a comment at the previously confident brunette. "I'm gonna... try a... new move."
Mila panted and gasped. "Wh-what? What move?!"
Michelle smirked wickedly, well as wickedly as she could trapped between Mila's juicy thighs. "Electric kazoo... bitch."
Then Michelle twisted her wrist and did some things with her fingers that couldn't possibly be described with mere words. Mila's legs instantly flew open with a wild shriek. Kunis's proud body shook about madly, convulsing as if she was being electrocuted. Mila howled and howled, but Michelle refused to let go, taking her time to gasp some much needed air back into her lungs.
Mila started exploding in orgasm while screaming her surrender. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Michellllle... Enough! Enough! Ahhhhh!!"
Grinning, Trachtenberg finally released the still shaking woman. Mila was unmoving bar her uncontrollable twitching. Her legs gave sporadic little kicks, and her naked breasts jiggled playfully on her chest.
"Looks like it works. I'll be using that one again," Michelle smirked, blowing Mila a kiss before walking away to leave the naked Mila Kunis shuddering helplessly on the floor.
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Any chance we can see Karen McDougal defeating Pam Anderson?
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Now this would be an excellent match up. I've always wondered who would win in a catfight between them.
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Jimi, you are a wicked man. That's what I like about you. ;D
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Karen McDougal vs Pamela Anderson
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Fighting off exhaustion, Karen grunted as she panted for breath, making her leaden body move as swiftly as it could, before the blonde could recover her senses. Rolling Pamela onto her belly, the brunette pressed her feet against her opponent's legs while bending them back at the knees, hooking Anderson's feet around McDougal's own legs to secure them. She then reached forward and grabbed Pam's arms above the wrists. Her grasp secured, Karen suddenly flung herself backward, her momentum lifting the blonde up.
Lying on her back, the brunette gritted her teeth as she poured all of her remaining strength into holding aloft her rival. Anderson was shocked back into alertness by the piercing pain to her shoulders and knees, which bore the brunt of her full weight. But despite her squirming, she was unable to break free.
Karen held Pam up in the Romero hold, Anderson's bared breasts pointing skyward as her spine was arched. Finally, unable to withstand the agony any longer, the blonde sobs, "PLEASE...LET ME GO...I GIVE UP!"
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Yay Karen! Great work, JJ!
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Thanks Jumpin' Jack!
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How about one with Amber Heard and Ashley Greene?
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How about one with Amber Heard and Ashley Greene?
Here's one with one of them...
Amber Heard vs Olivia Wilde
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Amber Heard's heels were pressed into her seated inner thighs, forcefully spreading her long legs further and further apart. She violently shook her upper body in a desperate attempt to break free, but Amber had her arms helplessly trapped behind her back and her thrashings were all for naught; she remained hopelessly trapped in Heard's strong grasp.
"The more you struggle, the more I'm going to enjoy this, Liv." Amber whispered seductively into the trapped woman's ear, resulting in another short and violent thrashing. While Olivia struggled, Heard smirked before displaying her free right hand out in front of Wilde's face, indicating that she had the brunette's arms trapped behind her back with only arm. "Now what shall I do with this?" Amber asks in a similar whispered tone as she gently squeezes Olivia's small left breast.
"Get your ... hand off of me ... you fucking dyke!" Olivia gasps as her tit is gently groped and squeezed until her nipple as full attention.
"That's a pretty harsh word from someone as 'progressive' as you Ms Wilde..." the blonde says before slowly dragging her fingers down Olivia's midsection and into her red lace panties. Her eyes went wide at the sudden realization of what Amber had planned when Wilde felt her tormentor's fingers lightly graze over her lips before pressing into them firmly. "You're going to be lusting after my 'dyke' fingers once I'm finished you with you."
Groaning in discomfort when Amber roughly shoves two fingers inside of her. Feeling the blonde's digits fill the void between her thighs sent another short lived struggle through Olivia's trapped frame, ending when her body succumbed to Heard's skilled fingers. Wilde's groans slowly shifted to moans of pleasure as her hips subconsciously bucked forward to take Amber's fingers as deep as she could. "See? I knew you wanted this as much as I wanted to see your O face." Amber moaned into Olivia's ear as she felt the other woman's orgasm build inside of her warmth.
Olivia squinted her eyes shut and ground her teeth against the demands of her body; but she could only hold out for so long against Amber's very skilled fingers and after a few agonizing moments Wilde's body twitched and shuddered as the orgasm exploded in her lower abdomen and slowly spread throughout the rest of her still twitching frame. Moaning in absolute ecstasy Olivia was completely disoriented and unaware of her situation until she came to several seconds later still in Amber's grasp. "I knew you'd love it, slut." Amber says, her voice dripping with cocky satisfaction as she finally uncoils her legs from Olivia's and allowing the other woman to collapse face-first down to the floor while clutching her womanhood.
Standing up, Amber planted a foot on the back of Olivia's head and forced the conquered woman's face forcefully into the canvas before striding triumphantly out of the ring.
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Well done!
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Nice!
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love amber heard,Yvonne strahovski vs amber heard is a good match,with lots of pile driver ,thats really is finish her
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Can I just say that, when I started this thread, I never in my wildest dreams thought it would spark so much creativity from so many others. I'm thrilled every time I find a new fight finish! To know that I've played a part in bringing forth so much terrific writing pleases me beyond measure.
Thank you all! :D
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Well JJ, I'm not surprised at all about the response to your brilliant idea. This is certainly so much better than endless series of pointless polls, very often rigged, anyway.
And as I mentioned before, for me at least, this is the perfect format. I usually don't have the patience to go through long stories. These short and sweet finishers are great.
Cheers!
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Ashley Greene VS Paris Hilton
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Paris pulled Ashley up to her knees by her hair and looked down at her pathetic opponent. "You were way too easy sweety." Paris taunted. Ashley looked up at her opponent in fear, her eyes pleading for mercy. Paris backhanded her hard and let her fall to the floor. Ashley attempted to crawl away but Paris jumped on her back and grabbed her hair with both hands. She began slamming Ashley's face into the mat over and over. Ashley screamed in pain and begged Paris to stop, but Paris was relentless. She flipped Ashley over onto her back and pulled her face up in between her legs. Ashley's back was bent under Paris and she moaned like a beaten animal. Paris used Ashley's hair top pull her face up all the way up so Ashley got a nose and mouthful of Paris' sex organ. She then dropped to the mat using her weight to stun Ashley even more as her body hit the mat with a thud. Paris squeezed her thighs tight cutting off Ashley's air, ash she kicked her legs trying to escape. Paris only laughed and scooted forward grinding her crotch all over Ashley's pretty face. She reached back and yanked hard on Ashley's top, which ripped off with ease leaving her victim topless. She continued to squeeze her thighs tight and grind on Ashley's face until the only movement from Ashley were unconscious convulsions.
Paris giggled and stood up raising her arms in victory. She danced for the crowd showing off her body, loving all the attention. She went over to Ashley's snoozing body and pulled off her spandex shorts and her skimpy blue panties she had on underneath. She went and found Ashley's own cellphone and walked back over to her. She shoved the panties in Ashley's gaping mouth. She then placed her barefoot on Ashley's cheek and took a picture with her phone. She had a fan take a few more pictures while posing like a model over her defeated slut. She then sent all of the pictures to Ashley's boyfriend and told him that she would be over soon to show him what a real woman can do in bed.
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Fantastic work, Fasteddy! I've always believed that Paris makes for a perfect heel, and that she would probably win fights far more often than lose them. And bonus points to you for having her use her thighs so effectively. Ms. Hilton doesn't seem to get much recognition for sporting a fabulous pair of gams, but there's no denying they'd be lethal weapons in a catfight.
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Kelly Stables vs Tamala Jones
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Tamala gave an anguished groan that had more than a trace of a whimper. What had promised to be a mis-match...the blonde surrendered four inches and thirty pounds to her opponent...had instead proven to be a rout. Unfortunately for Tamala, it was entirely in Kelly's favor. The diminutive blonde had proven to be a wildcat, tearing into her sepia-skinned rival and quickly reducing Jones to helplessness.
Now, Tamala writhed in agony as Kelly flexed her steely legs around her waist from behind, and tightened the reverse bearhug she had clamped across the brunette's chest, her D-cup breasts pancaking agonizingly from the boa-like pressure. With a leering grin, the blonde hissed into her victim's ear, "Give up, bitch!"
With a loud sob, tears streaking down her face, Tamala finally whined, "I quit! Please, let me go!" Stables keeps the dual holds locked on for a few heartbeats more, just to be cruel, and then she releases her beaten opponent.
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MICHELLE TRACHTENBERG vs AMANDA SEYFRIED
Best of Three Falls Catfight
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ROUND 1
As both longtime rivals have been celebrated as having the best buttocks in all of celeb wrestling, it’s no wonder that so often in their contests, their derrieres factor as both weapons and targets. At the moment it’s the latter, as Michelle writhes on her belly, each pant for breath punctuated with a small yip of pain, as Amanda’s fingers knead into the tender flesh in the crescents below the brunette’s butt. The ‘Hammy Clamp’ is mastered only by a few, but Amanda is clearly numbered among them, as she delivers electric jolts of agony to her victim’s hamstring muscles.
Trachtenberg holds out against the pain far longer than most, but inevitably even her magnificent will power can no longer defy it, and, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out, she frantically starts to tap her hand to the floor, signaling her submission.
ROUND 2
On her knees and leaning backward, Seyfried’s heavy gasps for breath filled the room. Her face grew to a deep shade of red and her eyes were glazing over, and the only question was whether she would submit, or if she would stubbornly refuse, and thus be driven unconscious.
Worse still in the blonde’s opinion, the standing headscissors which her nemesis was so expertly applying meant that Amanda had no choice but to look directly up at Trachtenberg’s ass, which she was certain the bitch intended solely to taunt her.
The elite audience marveled at the musculature of Michelle’s magnificent legs as she stood on tip-toes, her thighs pulsing with power as they crushed the sides of her victim’s head. She gave a confident smirk that evidenced that she was fully certain of victory in this round…and she was not wrong, as soon enough Amada began to slap her hand at her tormentor’s thigh, surrendering the fall.
ROUND 3
With the match tied up at one fall apiece, it was no surprise that the two hellions pulled out all of the stops in the third deciding round. Indeed, the spectators will later attest that never before had they seen the two women battle so brilliantly. The advantage see-sawed between the two hated rivals, as both Michelle and Amanda pushed up to the very limits of endurance and exhaustion, and then pushed themselves beyond.
Ultimately however, there must be a winner. One dazed beauty, her chest heaving as she sucked in air, could only look on with horror as her foe sat atop her chest, and then slid herself backward, until that fabled rear end fully encased the angelic features of the victim. The hapless lass thrashed with the last dregs of her might, but to no avail; and adding to her anguish was the fact that her tormentor had taken her bare nipples between her fingers and was pinching, twisting and stretching them mercilessly.
Unable to bear the torture any longer, the helpless girl began to desperately slap her hands to the floor…but to no avail. Her victorious rival was intent on this ending only one way…with a knockout. And that came swiftly enough, as the smothered woman’s body finally ceased movement, beyond a stray spasmodic twitch. The victorious warrior kept her renowned butt perched upon its throne for a few moments more, utterly savoring her triumph, and basking in the standing ovation from the audience.
(You'll note that I did not identify who was whom in the final round. I'll leave it up to your imagination and desires as to who won, and who lost. ;) )
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Blake Lively Vs Anna Kendrick
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Anna tried crawling away from Blake in feat but she didn't make it far. Blake grabbed Anna's ankles and pulled her back where wanted her. She flipped Anna on her back and spread her legs. "Still think you're cute?" Blake asked the terrified brunette.
The fight had started when Anna had waved at Blake's boyfriend from afar and gave him a little wink. That didn't sit well with Blake who had been winning this fight since the start.
"Wait! Please I..." Anna pleaded for mercy but Blake began to stomp the slut's crotch over and over. Anna's eyes bulged and she moaned like a whore in pain. After almost a dozen stomps Anna was almost out of it, laying on the floor having seizure like movements. Blake straddled her chest and began to punch Anna's perky nose over and over. Finally she got up and looked at her handy work. She laughed at the snoozing pile of meat that was once a beautiful girl. She removed all of Anna's clothing and left her laying there legs spread open. "Not so cute now." Blake said and left her insignificant opponent laying naked for all her fans to see.
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Taylor Momsen vs Taylor Swift
The tale of two Taylor's was almost told. While Swift lay on her back, exhausted and crying behind the curtain of her sweaty blonde hair, Momsen took her by the ankles and folded her until her head was between her long long legs, her bare ass was in the air and her feet were on the carpet. Then, grinning a tired grin, Momsen slowly lowered her weight onto the backs of the other blonde's knees to pin her in place. "Sorry, Tay-Tay." Momsen's fifty-a-day growl was even hoarser than usual after nearly an hour of fighting. She traced a figure of eight across Swift's well-spanked butt with her fingernails. "I know how much you love getting awards, but I'm taking the trophy for skinny-ass blonde singer named Taylor with the best legs, not you."
"Fuck you, skank."
"Again with that word. I'm kinda tired of your mouth, bitch." Momsen wiped her hand across her nose. Much earlier, a gruelling mutual headscissors had left them intimately aware of the smell of each other's pussy, just another area she had Swift beat, in Momsen's opinion. She lifted up off Swift's legs and pushed them apart with her hands, then sat down unceremoniously on the other blonde's face, smiling as she felt Swift's nose nudge up against her crack. "How about you write a song about how my ass tastes, huh?" she muttered, shoving Swift's legs down to the carpet to hit with a thud.
the wrong taylor won IMHO
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^^^ idk. I love Taylor S but I quite enjoy her losing as well. You should write one where Tay Tay gets her revenge.
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Fantastic work everyone!!!
How about Stana Katic taking a beating at the hands of Rihanna or Nicki Minaj?
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Excellent job! and another victory for Ashley!
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Just wanted to say that this is a pretty amazing thread! The short format really works for some really interesting brief matches. The best thing about this thread, besides seeing some fun, unorthodox matches that we might not normally get to see, which has been fantastic, has been the emergence of some really talented, spectacular writers! Some of these are writers that we've not seen posted on here before and seeing some of their stories here has been pretty freaking impressive! Hopefully this thread can keep going so we can discover fresh rivalries, fresh talent and fresh ideas to keep the celebrity fight world going strong! If I'm lucky, I'll even try to contribute a match on here sometime and keep this thread up here so people can really enjoy everything that people have been contributing! Keep up the freaking AWESOME work and I can't wait to see what people come up with next!
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Well said, Lookout! :D
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LeAnn Rimes vs Kellie Pickler
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"N-no...please...!" Kellie gasped, choking back a sob in her voice. "Hush, girl," LeAnn admonished her. "It's time for you to take your medicine." As she spoke, Rimes pulled her beaten opponent's wrists and ankles up behind her, and used a long silk scarf to deftly hogtie her as a cowgirl would a steer. "Not your first time at the rodeo, but definitely your worst time, eh Kels?" Rimes taunted her adversary as she knotted the scarf tightly. Thus bound, the humiliated Pickler was made utterly helpless, and therefore defeated. For good measure, LeAnne took a second scarf she had brought for the occasion, balled it up, and stuffed it into the tearful blonde's mouth.
"And that's how we do it back in Mississippi," the victorious Rimes boasts as she rises up and receives the ovation of the spectators.
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Jessica Alba vs Elisha Cutbert
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With a rivalry full a cattiness and hostility brewing for years Jessica Alba and Elisha Cuthbert finally had the opportunity to settle their rivalry once and for all. And the fight certainly did not disappoint as the two beauties were exhausted beautiful flowing locks now everywhere as their clothing was ripped to shreds by one another. Jessica had gained the upper hand and now had Elisha seeing stars as the blonde sat up against the wall holding her head.
Jessica cocked back her right leg and sent a hard kick right into Elisha’s unprotected belly causing the blonde to double over forward and trying to recover her breathe as her hair covered her reddening face. Alba let out a huge sigh of relief as she knew now that after one hell of a battle she was the one who would be leaving here victoriously. Jessica then grabbed Elisha’s hair with both hands and pulled the blonde up to her feet, but kept Elisha still doubled over forward so she could trap Cuthbert’s head tightly between her well defined thighs as she squeezed her legs toward one another crushing in on Elisha’s head with a vice like grip.
The blonde pathetically scratched and slapped at Jessica’s thighs to try and break the hold but she was not making even the slightest progress in escaping. The now fully in control Alba reached her hands forward and grabbed onto Elisha’s panties and pulled them toward her as hard as she could giving Elisha a vicious wedgie as the blonde began fading to black just to add some more pain and humiliation to her rival’s defeat. Cuthbert grew weak in the knees and collapsed down to the floor as Jessica's squeezed with as much pressure as she could apply until Elisha finally went completely limp. Then, just for fun Jessica continued to pull on Elisha's panties until the thin material could not take any more and ripped apart. Alba stood up and kept the panties in hand thinking to herself, "i have been waiting so long for this moment i definitely have to take a little memento home with me to remember this." Alba then left taking Cuthbert's destroyed panties along with her leaving the blonde to sleep off her defeat.
Chloe Bennet vs Ashley Benson
Because Ashley can't always win
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“And to think, everyone told me you were tough, guess you can’t believe everything you hear!” Chloe Bennet stood up with one foot firmly pressed on top of Ashley Benson’s bare belly as she looked down upon the blonde with a triumphant smile on her face. Ashley was breathing heavily as her chest slowly moved up and down not able to say anything as she knew Chloe had gotten the better of her today.
Chloe then moved her foot off of Ashley’s stomach and gave the blonde a hard kick into her rib cage making Benson whimper a bit as she rolled over onto her belly. “Perfect! That’s right where I want you.” Chloe taunted Ashley as she knelt down straddling the blonde’s back and grabbed two handfuls of long blonde hair as she lifted Ashley’s head up and noticed that the blonde was on the verge of tears. “Aww don’t worry honey your night is about to come to an end, but just one more thing.” Bennet than slammed Benson’s face down into the ground hard enough to daze the blonde enough so that Chloe could unclasp the back of Ashley’s bra and slip it from around her arms until she had fully removed the cotton undergarment from off of Ashley.
“Now, I’m going to finish you off with your own bra.” Chloe slipped the bra underneath Ashley’s neck as she held onto either end of it for leverage as she pulled up with it as hard as she could using the bra to choke out the blonde. Ashley’s face began to turn red as she struggled to breathe when Bennet adjusted her hands so that she could hold the bra with only her left hand so that her right could move down and latch onto Benson’s right breast. Ashley knew the end was near for her as Chloe was putting her to sleep while tormenting her impressive rack.
The fight was completely out of the usually fiery blonde now as tears streamed down her face in defeat and pain before finally succumbing to it all and blacking out. Chloe stood up extremely proud of herself and lifted Ashley onto her shoulders and carried the blonde out of her trailer and dumped her at the feet of Benson’s stunned Pretty Little Liar co-stars, “if any of you ever want your ass beat, you know where I am.” Bennet than left the area leaving Ashley’s friends to tend to her.
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Amazing! Well done everybody indeed.
And... Chloe... :-*
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Blast from the Past! Morgan Webb vs Kristin Holt
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The long time rivalry between the two G4 queens, Kristin Holt and Morgan Webb, had come to a climax in a bikini match livestreamed for everyone who wanted to see this settled once in for all. It had been an intense fight, but finally after what seemed like hours, Kristin sat down next to prone Morgan and wrapped her long legs around Morgan’s neck, squeezing them shut. Morgan gave a grunt of effort and tried to pry Kristin’s legs off her neck but it was no avail as Kristin tightened her head scissors. Kristin giggled at Morgan’s efforts, enjoying the dominance she had over her long time rival, and smiled at the camera’s as she did and said.
“Well folk, looks like we finally settled once and for all who the better video game girl really is!” At which Kristin flexed one of her arms in a victory pose.
“Cheating bitch!” spluttered Morgan, referencing the numerous low blows and eye pokes Kristin had used throughout the match. Kristin gave a laugh at Morgan’s remark and tightened her head scissors, causing Morgan to gasp, her airways now completely cut off at which Kristin remarked.
“Morgan honey, I host a show called “Cheat!” what did you honestly expect, for me to play fair? You’re honestly as dumb as you look. Now it time for you to go to sleeppppppp!!!”
Kristin gave a yelp as suddenly Morgan, with a last burst of strength, grabbed hold of Kristin’s legs and lifted herself off the floor, taking Kristin with her. Kristin suddenly found herself high in hair, her legs on Morgan’s shoulders, flailing about, her eyes widening with fear as she realizes what Morgan was about to do.
Morgan held Kristin for a second, before crashing her down hard to the floor in a mighty powerbomb! Kristin flopped off the floor, the wind and fight completely knocked out of her as Morgan recovered from the effort. Finally after a few seconds, Morgan jumped on top of Kristin, sitting on her belly and lifted her head up to her chest, looking into Kristin’s tired and fearful eyes saying.
“There one thing you need to know about gaming bitch! And that cheaters never win!” At which she then forced Kristin’s face into her breasts. Kristin gave a muffled scream as she found her airways cut off completely. With her arms, she tried to push herself off and break free but Morgan gave a gritted smile and held firmly. After a few seconds, Kristin efforts start to get weaker, and weaker and weaker, until finally after one last push, Kristin went limp.
Morgan smile widen, as she held Kristin a few seconds more to make sure. Finally, she let Kristin go and Kristin flopped to the floor. Standing up, Morgan place her hands on her hips and bent over, saying to the sleeping Kristin.
“And that’s why I’m the gaming queen whore!” At which Morgan kneeled down and ripped off Kristin’s bikini, leaving her completely naked. Holding her newly found trophies, Morgan placed her bare foot on Kristin’s face and flexed her arms in a victory pose for the camera, before finally turning away and leaving her rival on the floor for the whole world to see.
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very good
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Big thank you to jackflash who started this amazing thread it just keeps getting better and better and also thanks to all the writers who took the time to give us these amazing scenarios
I agree 100%! Thank you, guys.
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Big thank you to jackflash who started this amazing thread it just keeps getting better and better and also thanks to all the writers who took the time to give us these amazing scenarios
I agree 100%! Thank you, guys.
Aww, you're making me blush guys! ::)
But seriously, thank everyone not only for the compliments, but more importantly, thanks to those who have been contributing such amazing match finishes!
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This thread is just terrific. A thousand thanks to all of you.
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Bella Thorne vs Cymphonique Miller
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(Thanks to Gent for giving me the inspiration for this in another thread! :) )
Since turning 18 a few short weeks ago, Bella had been demanding a celeb catfight, and went so far as to declare herself the "New Teen Queen!" That immediately drew a challenge from Cymphonique, and the two engaged in a wild penthouse brawl in front of an elite group of spectators.
Ultimately, having shown spectacular fighting talent for a newcomer, Thorne took control of the match. Now, she had Miller draped upside down off of the sofa, the brunette's back to the floor as the redhead sat on the cushion above her. Looking to finish off her rival with a means both effective and humiliating, Bella pressed the soles of both of her feet onto Cymphonique's face, smothering her. Simultaneously she took her opponent's feet and, holding them in her hands, she pressed her thumbs hard into Miller's soft arches, subjecting her to piercing pain. As the embattled beauty squirmed, her hands tugging and slapping at her tormentor's legs in futility, her muffled sobs betraying her near-suffocation, Bella smirked and, arching an eyebrow, coldly hissed, "You're right where you and every other teen bitch belongs...under my feet!"
Finally, Miller ceased to move altogether as she was driven into semi-consciousness. Standing up, Thorne dragged her beaten adversary to the center of the room by her ankles, and there she placed a foot down upon the heaving chest of the defeated young battler, while the redhead struck a victory pose and the room erupted at cheers for the girl who would be Queen.
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Mate, what an epic story, Thorne has great feet, not sure about the other women. But I absolutely loved it :)
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Gent, Bella is most pleased that you recognize her superior perfection. ;)
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Jack you know me so well, love this picture. I need to find her a opponent!! Who you think could be her equal?
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Wow, I never knew anything about this Bella Throne, but now seeing her, low whistle.
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Emma Watson vs Hayden Panettiere
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Hayden, naked and covered in sweat, crash through the door and landed face first hard onto the floor of the bar. Holding her head in pain for a second, Hayden then got onto her fours and started to crawl away, hoping to recover from a fight that was clearly not going her way. However she did not have long, as Emma, equally naked and covered in sweat, with bits of cloth still hanging about after being forcibly torn off walked through the door.
Walking confidently towards the crawling Hayden, swinging her hips side to side, Emma placed her foot on Hayden’s ass and push Hayden down to ground saying.
“Gutter trash!” At which Emma stood over Hayden and forced Hayden back on all fours and sitting on her back. With her left hand, Emma held onto Hayden’s hair and with her right, she slapped Hayden’s ass a few times saying, “Be my stead American!”
Hayden, weaken as she was, was still defiant and did not move, at which Emma scowled and simply clawed her hand and clawed at Hayden’s crotch. Hayden gave a screech of pain as her womanhood, already suffering from Emma’s numerous attacks was force to endure more. Desperately wanting the pain to end, Hayden reluctantly move ahead, being Emma’s beast of burden throughout the bar, all the while Emma smugly enjoyed the ride.
Eventually however, Emma grew bored of this and decided to end it by apply even more pressure to the crotch claw. Hayden gave a renew scream of agony and wobbly limbs gave, causing her to fall down to the floor. Flipping herself over on her back, Hayden grabbed at Emma’s arm and tried to pry her off, but to no avail, as Emma sat on Hayden’s stomach and held the claw, enjoying the tears that were now streaming down Hayden’s face.
“P… P… Please!!!!” cried Hayden, “Let go, I give! I give! I give!” Emma beamed her opponent pleading and let go of Hayden’s womenhood, saying.
“Well well well, looks like the silly American whore has learned her lesson. And that is that British royalty like me are superior to you in every way!” Hayden did not respond to Emma’s taunts, only holding her womanhood in pain, trying to relieve it from the damage that Emma caused, at which Emma simply continued. “Now it is time for me to take my rightful throne!”
At this Emma got up and reversed her position, pulling Hayden’s weakly protesting arm up, and kneeling on them , as she hovered over Hayden’s face. As Hayden saw Emma’s ass over her face, her eyes widen in fear and she said. “Please… don’t!” At which Emma laughed and replied.
“Sorry dear, this is what happens when trash like you think you can handle a queen like me!” At which Emma brought down her lovely ass and engulfed Hayden’s face. Hayden gave a muffled scream as she found her airways cut off, and her nose filled with Emma’s scent.
Emma enjoyed the vibrations that Hayden’s screams was giving her and with one hand, and to increase them, she clawed at Hayden’s crotch again with one of her hands. This lead to a fresh wave of screams, at which Emma moaned as she pleasure herself with her other hand grinding her hips on Hayden’s face as she did this, as Hayden’s legs uselessly try to push her off. Emma continued to claw at Hayden, increasing her screams, while pumping her own womenhood even faster and faster and faster until finally she gave a large gasp of ecstasy as her fluids came out and cover Hayden.
Breathing heavily and giggling occasionally, Emma smiled and wiped her hands on Hayden, before reposition herself so that she properly smother Hayden. Hayden gave off a few more attempts to push Emma off, but at this point the fight was completely out of her and slowly yet surely, her efforts weakened and weakened before finally they ceased entirely. Emma, seeing this, smiled and gave a victory pose to the cameras and pointed her thumbs to herself, saying.
“ALL HAIL THE QUEEN!” At which Emma slowly stood up, putting her foot on Hayden’s face one more time, before walking out of the room to leave Hayden to her shame.
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Saw this request and had to do it.
Teresa Palmer vs Dianna Agron
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“Stop stop stop I give up!!!” Dianna Agron screamed her submission at the top of her lungs as Teresa Palmer had Dianna pinned to the ground with Agron’s arms stuck underneath Teresa’s backside as the dominant Australian twisted Dianna’s nipples while simultaneously pinching down on them, “bitch there’s no referee here. I’ll stop when I choose to!” Palmer then showed her nemesis the ultimate sign of disrespect as she spat right into Agron’s face while the tears streamed down Dianna’s cheeks.
After a while of hearing Dianna scream and beg pathetically the sound of Agron’s voice began to drive Teresa crazy, “you know what, I’ve heard enough of your pathetic voice to last me a lifetime, it’s about to shut you up for a while!” Palmer pressed her right hand down up against Agron’s mouth muffling the screams that were coming from Dianna’s mouth and quickly used her left hand to pinch down on Dianna’s nose to smother her already ailing rival as Agron’s legs began kicking up and down behind Teresa’s back while Palmer watched with glee as Dianna looked up at her in total fear and disdain. Only about a minute into the smother Agron’s eyes started to flutter open and closed slowly at first as her eye lids became more and more heavy until Agron had nothing left in her and fell completely unconscious.
Teresa stood up proud of accomplishing her mission and finally getting to get her claws into Dianna at the same time she was a little upset that it was over. The Australian beauty had come to the surprising realization that she loved fighting and especially punishing arrogant little bitches and she already had the itch to do it again. Names of other women began running through her head as she left the room with a big smile on her face. Poor Dianna may have been the first, but it seemed as though she would not be the last woman to feel the wrath of Teresa Palmer.
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Absolutely fine, especially the Emma vs Hayden match.
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I really enjoyed your emma vs Hayden fight, made me realise I've been thinking of those to add their characters instead of how they maybe in real life. In my head Hayden is tough due to her heroes character, and emma being physically weak due to her potter character. I think Hayden would go in overly confident and would be shocked if emma beat her. But with that said I think Hayden is the stronger of the two.
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I think Hayden would go in overly confident and would be shocked if emma beat her. But with that said I think Hayden is the stronger of the two.
Hayden has a natural athlete's build...you can just tell by the way she carries herself. And she plays a number of sports as well. But I see Emma as being a strategist when it comes to fighting, seeking and exploiting an opponent's vulnerabilities. It makes for an intriguing contest of opposites, to be sure.
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I think Hayden would go in overly confident and would be shocked if emma beat her. But with that said I think Hayden is the stronger of the two.
Hayden has a natural athlete's build...you can just tell by the way she carries herself. And she plays a number of sports as well. But I see Emma as being a strategist when it comes to fighting, seeking and exploiting an opponent's vulnerabilities. It makes for an intriguing contest of opposites, to be sure.
I agree with Jackflash on this notion. In fact I wrote the story from the perspective that Emma went heel and used a great deal of low blows to win. Though I must say I never saw Hayden as someone who is powerhouse strong, tough and in shape, but more or less equal to Emma.
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Those of you who know me best had to know this one was coming eventually.
Kate Upton vs Taylor Hill
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“Still think I am an ugly fat cow who is jealous of all you angels or have you changed you mind just a little bit yet?” Kate Upton had Taylor Hill on all fours as she had a firm grasp on the Victoria’s Secret model’s brunette hair with her right hand. Upton tugged hard on Taylor’s hair dragging her around the dressing room like a dog on a leash. Taylor did not dare to answer the question as she let out a little whimper as Kate made her follow behind her on all four before she screamed at the top of her lungs, “get off of my hair you dirty bitch!” as Kate now used both of her hands to lift Taylor up off her feet and tossed the brunette hard down onto a makeup chair.
Taylor gave it one last ditch attempt to get back into her skirmish with Kate as she try to shoot up from the chair and get her talons into Upton, but the large blonde was more than prepared for Hill’s attempt as she fired a hard punch into Taylor’s flat bare belly causing Taylor to fall back into the chair feeling on the verge of vomiting when Kate rapidly fired three more punches into Taylor’s belly rapidly until the young brunette was able to cover up and curl weakly into a pathetic ball.
Kate’s attention then quickly turned to Taylor’s socks which ran all the way up her mile long legs, “these things are great, but I bet I can think of a much better way to use them.” Upton slowly peeled them off of Hill’s legs and used each of the socks to tie each of Taylor’s arms to the chair’s arm rests so the brunette was incapable to defend herself from what Kate had up her sleeve. “what about now twig, ready to apologize?”
Taylor tried to fight her way from the restraints still defiant and full of anger yelling at Kate, “fuck you pig, go eat another cheeseburger!” Upton could not help but laugh at Hill now, “stupid young bitches never learn when to quit, but that’s great for me because it means we get to have a little more fun together!” Kate moved behind Taylor and the chair and wrapped her right arm lightly around Taylor’s neck making the brunette gasp while Upton then leaned in and gave Taylor a quick peck on the cheek before tightening her choke hold as Hill’s face started turning red while her legs moved up and down quickly but she had nowhere to go.
“Now while I put you to sleep I might as well have a little fun while I wait.” Hill’s eyes bugged out wide open knowing she had no shot of stopping Upton as she felt the blonde’s left hand moving down her body slowly feeling the brunette’s soft skin as her left hand went underneath Taylor’s blue panties before she dug her nails into Hill’s womanhood in a tight claw making the brunette whimper weakly as her air was being drained from her. Not long into the hold did Taylor fade to black and Kate let her go as the brunette’s head fell into her chest. Upton moved back in front of Hill and surveyed the scene, “now I bet I could have some real fun with you.” Kate untied Taylor’s arms before removing the younger model’s top and panties until Hill was fully naked and lifted the sleeping beauty onto her shoulders carrying Taylor out of the room.
Taylor woke up about an hour late in total darkness not knowing where she was before the light came on and to her horror Kate was standing in the threshold in a leather domanatriz catsuit and a whip. The blonde gave it a hard snap before asking, “are you ready for the real fun?” Upton then shut and locked the door behind her.
As for what happened next, you may have to ask nicely to find out!!!
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Teresa Palmer should face Jessica Alba next
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Good job hv, as always Michelle teaching women why she has of the best assets around.
Currently up for requests and suggestions. Currently thinking of doing something for (in order of current preference)
Sarah Michelle Gellar
Eva Green
Kristen Stewart
Let me know what you guys want.
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I'd like to see Michelle Keegan and Jennette McCurdy face off!
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Good job hv, as always Michelle teaching women why she has of the best assets around.
Currently up for requests and suggestions. Currently thinking of doing something for (in order of current preference)
Sarah Michelle Gellar
Eva Green
Kristen Stewart
Let me know what you guys want.
Kristen Stewart Vs. Emma Stone
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Kristin Stewart finishing off her "Snow White" co-star, Charlize Theron.
Kristin Stewart BEING FINISHED by Jennifer Lawrence.
And/or....Kristin Steward AND Michelle Trachtenberg FINISHING both Theron & Lawrence (to conclude a tag team match, perhaps?)
Or K-Stew/MichelleT joining forces to FINISH either one, if the 1:1 seems too unlikely?
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Some good choices for Kristen,
Any suggestions for Sarah Michelle Gellar and Eva Green?
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Some good choices for Kristen,
Any suggestions/love for Sarah Michelle and Eva Green?
Sarah Michelle vs Melissa Joan hart?
Oh sorry, missed that. Interesting, didn't think her.
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Good job hv, as always Michelle teaching women why she has of the best assets around.
Currently up for requests and suggestions. Currently thinking of doing something for (in order of current preference)
Sarah Michelle Gellar
Eva Green
Kristen Stewart
Let me know what you guys want.
SMG vs Alyson hann igan
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For SMG... Eliza Dushku?
For Eva Green... Emily Blunt or Anne Hathaway?
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Some good choices for Kristen,
Any suggestions for Sarah Michelle Gellar and Eva Green?
How about Sarah vs Kristen
Slayer vs vampire lol
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I would love to see Anna Kendrick getting her ass beaten by Anne Hathaway or Alison Brie.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Jennifer Lawrence
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Jennifer shrieked as Scarlett, grasping her by the hair and the waist band of her bikini briefs, flung the blonde toward the leather sofa just off of the center of the spacious living room. Lawrence tumbled over the top of it, somersaulted over, and landed with a heavy thud on her back on the other side of the couch, where she lay in a heap.
Taking only a few short moments to gather herself, Johansson now dashes toward the sofa; leaping up, her feet land on the cushion and then propel her up and over the furnishing. The redhead soars through the air like a warrior angel, landing with both of her feet spiking into the taut abs of her prone rival. Jennifer lets out an anguished rasping gasp as the air is slammed from her body, leaving her panting and gurgling for breath.
Laying herself down upon the blonde's body, Scarlett presses her sweat-drenched breasts to Lawrence's face, smothering her and depriving her of what scant oxygen she is able to wheeze in. Jennifer is quickly driven unconscious.
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Brilliant as always, Jack!
I was thinking Sophia Bush vs Lacey Chabert, if anyone is taking requests.
Otherwise, carry on, and indeed, well done by all!
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ronda rousey vs holly ,will be great
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Thinking of writing one with Avril Lavigne...any suggested opponents?
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Thinking of writing one with Avril Lavigne...any suggested opponents?
I've always thought that Avril and Ashley Simpson made for a good match-up.
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Eliza Dushku
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Eliza’s movements were sluggish as Sarah brought her up to her feet. She could barely stand, her eyes vacant from exhaustion and pain, her body covered in sweat that drenched her bra and panties. Yet she did not stand long, as Sarah, sweat dripping down her lingerie, smiled to the camera before whipping around and smacking Eliza in the head with a roundhouse kick. Eliza was brought down hard to the floor, and as she grasped her head in pain, Sarah stood over her, her arms in on her hips in contempt saying.
“You know Eliza, I expected more from you! Guess appearances are deceiving right.” Eliza, despite her state was still defiant and simply muttered, “Fuck you bitch!” which was rewarded with a swift kick to the stomach from Sarah. As Eliza coughed and turned in pain, Sarah simply shook her head and said.
“That a bad girl, not knowing when you’re beaten. Perhaps you need another lesson!” At which Sarah forced Eliza on her stomach again, and place a foot on her back, pinning her to the ground. Kneeling down, Sarah grabbed Eliza’s panties and force them up on in a wedgie. Eliza gave a gasp of discomfort and tried to push herself up but at this point she was too weak. Sarah smoothed over Eliza’s pale ass with her free hand and with a wink to the camera, raised her hand in the air and started to spank it again and again and again. Eliza gave a cry of pain and humiliation, she couldn’t believe this was happening but there was nothing she could do except hope for the end.
Finally, after Eliza’s ass had become bright red, Sarah abated and lifted her foot of Eliza’s back as Eliza tried to soothe the pain. Yet Sarah was not done with her, and with a few quick movements, forced Eliza on her back, trapping Eliza’s arms and sat on her stomach, placing her feet at each side of Eliza’s head. She looked at the mewling Eliza for a second before saying.
“Tell you what, Eliza, I’m going to be merciful. I’ll stop having fun with you if you do one last this!” At which Sarah place her hands on Eliza legs and lifted her feet over Eliza’s face. Kiss and lick my feet and I’ll let you go. Sound good bitch?” Eliza hesitated, the idea of kissing Sarah’s feet disgusted her to no end, but her hesitation lead to more pain as Sarah clawed at Eliza’s legs in punishment saying “Well?”
After a few seconds of self loathing, Eliza with tears in her eyes, finally puckered up and kissed and licked Sarah’s feet and for a few seconds, Sarah simply smiled as her rival humiliated herself to the whole world. However after a few seconds, Sarah grew tired of this and with a swift motion, got up and ripped off Eliza’s lingerie. After which, Sarah placed her saliva covered foot on Eliza’s face, who mewled in disgust in response, and did a victory pose to the camera. Giving Eliza one final kick for good measure, Sarah turned around and walked out of the arena, leaving Eliza to cry in pain and humiliation to the whole world.
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Awww... :(
Poor Eliza...
But great work, AK! Well done indeed. Thank you much.
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AK, you legend! I loved this story. These girls have always been favorites of mine, and I especially like the humiliation :) I like to think they often wonder who would win a real fight.
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Kendall Jenner vs Gigi Hadid
The back of Gigi Hadid's head hit the floor hard followed by the rest of her body as Kendall Jenner landed on top of her former best friend. The blonde model was stunned as she could never have believed that Kendall would ever be able to knock her around with such ease.
"Oh come on Gigi, I thought you were better than me in every way. What happened? " Jenner was still steaming that her friend had so many derogatory comments about her in a recent interview that she was out to prove a point to Gigi as she sent a hard back handed slap across Hadid's cheek. Jenner then reached her hands through Hadid 's hair and grabbed both of Gigi's ears and used them to lift Gigi's head off the floor and repeatedly slam the blonde's head back down over and over, "bitch, you and I both know you've been riding my coattails for years. "
Dazed as the room spun around her, Gigi looked up at Kendall with tears in her eyes Gigi squealed, I'm so so sorry Kendall." But the brunette was not hearing any of it, "you're only sorry now that I've kicked your ass!"
Getting an idea from her last comment, Kendall stood up for a moment, "speaking of asses, what was it you said about mine? " Jenner now dropped down smushing Gigi's beautiful facial features under her backside and wiggled it all over Gigi's face as Hadid muffled something Kendall could not understand. Jenner grabbed both of Gigi's wrists holding her former best friend to the ground and stopping her from being able to claw her way to freedom, "oh, now I remember, you said if I had one you'd never seen it! " With that said Kendall got on her toes to remove her ass from Gigi's face for a moment only to slam it right back down on top of the blonde again. "I bet you see it real good now don't ya? "
Kendall stayed right there on top of Gigi smothering the blonde out as she completely proved her point to Gigi. She continued sitting firmly on top of Hadid's face long after Gigi had fallen unconscious to let her anger subside a bit, but before she left Kendall wanted to give Gigi one last bit of humiliation as she grabbed her cell phone off of the nearby coffee table and took a picture of her sitting on top of a blacked out Gigi and posted it on instagram with the heading, "where she'll always belong. "
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You ask who would be a good match for avril lavigne, I put forward pixie Lott!
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Got anyone know Asian actress or celebrity?
from India kareena kapoor vs anushka sharma
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You ask who would be a good match for avril lavigne, I put forward pixie Lott!
Cheryl Cole
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You ask who would be a good match for avril lavigne, I put forward pixie Lott!
Cheryl Core
I think cheryl would smash avril, avril vs pixie would be harder call.
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Eva Green vs Alice Eve,
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A moaning scream could be heard across the room, a moan of pain, humiliation and surprise. The source of it was Alice Eve, topless with black panties as she gritted her teeth and moaned, trying to push herself off her rival. Her opponent, Eva Green equally topless simply smirked as she hugged Alice in full, her boobs completely squashing Alice’s boobs, the clear winner of the tit fight. Eva giggled at Alice’s attempts to break away and simply taunted.
“Silly English girl… thought your breast were equal to my French beauties? You were stupid to challenge me to a titfight! Everyone who has seen my breasts could of told you so!”
“Everyone has seen them whore!” responded Alice defiantly, and was rewarded with a tightening hug which leads to fresh moans from Alice as her breasts were completely pancaked and constricting her breath. Eva giggled again and for a few seconds held the struggling Alice before dumping her to the floor. Alice held her breasts in pain, as they were bruised and aching from the titfight.
“Of course everyone has seen them dear!” said Eva, “I’m not afraid to show them off!” Eva kicked in the stomach several times, and as Alice recoiled in pain, Eva sat on her stomach, and trapped Alice’s arms underneath her knees. Biting her lip towards the camera, Eva toyed with Alice’s heaving breast, patting them slightly, noting the nipples being erect thanks to the cold temperature of the room.
She did this for a few seconds before covering them up with hands as if to protect Alice’s modest saying. “You on the other hand… should not even have the gall to show off your fake tits! Why don’t I make sure that never happens again!”
At which Eva, clawed her hands and violently groped Alice’s tits, mashing them in and twisting her Alice’s nipples, as Alice screamed in pain and anguish, tears filling her eyes as she begged.
“Please no!!! Let me go!!!!” Eva only laughed at her begging and simply continued to torture Alice’s breast for several seconds until finally letting them go. At this point Alice was a mewling, defeated women, tears streaming down her face and it was at this point that Eva want to deliver her “mercy” and she scooped Alice’s head and lifted it to her chest saying.
“Now dear, why don’t I give you a treat and let you experience what real tits are like!” And before Alice could protest, Eva shoved Alice’s face into her breasts. Alice gave a muffled scream as she found her airways cut off completely, and she tried to push herself off and break free but Eva gave a gritted smile and held firmly. After a few seconds, Alice efforts start to get weaker, and weaker and weaker, until finally after one last push, Alice went limp.
Eva smiled in response and held for a few seconds before letting Alice flop to the floor. Standing over her defeated opponent, Eva placed her hands on her hips and her foot on Alice’s barely heaving breasts and said to the camera.
“This is to anyone who thinks their breasts are better than mine! Know that saying that to my face will get you the same fate as Alice here! Remember that!” At which Eva did a quick victory pose and turned away, leaving her defeated opponent on the floor.
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Ming Na-Wen (52yo, 5'4, 115lb)
vs
Winona Ryder (44yo, 5'4, 110lb)
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Ming grabs the staggering Winona by her shoulders and rams a powerful knee strike deep into her opponents soft midsection. Winona gurgles out in pain with her
eyes widening as the frail actress grabs her churning belly and collapses to all fours.
"And what made you think you were able to face me?", asks Ming as she looks down coldly on poor Winona," I may be eight years older than you but I am ten times
fitter than you!"
Before Winona could struggle up Ming drives her elbow right into Winona's spine between the shoulder blades, sending her loosing opponent face-forward into the
mats. Ming takes hold of Winona's wrists while planting her right foot right between Winona's shoulder blades, pushing her foot in while dragging Winona's arms
back hard - applying a double armstretch.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwww, stop that....," wails Winona pitiously as she squirms uselessly under Ming's foot.
"Say 'I give' and its all over," giggles Ming confidently.
"Never, you....." hisses Winona and flails her legs wildly to break free.
Ming moves her foot slowly down and yanks on Winona's backstretched arms brutally, turning the double armstretch into a surfboard hold. Ming forces Winona's spine
to bend back- and upwards.
"Orrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh," gurgles Winona hoarsly,"please, you are breaking my back....."
"What a weak little looser," giggles Ming.
Ming shakes Winona's upper body by her stretched arms while slowly and carefully stepping with her heels onto Winona's claves. As Ming finally puts her full weight
onto Winona calves Winona yelps out.
"Ow ow ow.....my legs, my legs," wails Winona frantically as her calves spasm painfully under Ming's weight.
"Submit already!" commands Ming and twists Winona's outstretched arms inside the the surfboard hold.
"Owwwwwwwwwwww....I submiiiiiiiiit, I submiiiiiit," yells Winona with her head red and lolling from side to side,"Let me go.....owwwwww.....please let me go...."
Ming lets poor Winona go who curls into a fetal position soothing her still throbbing arms and shoulders.
"You see this, wimp?" asks Ming while grabbing a handful of Winona's hear, forcing her head up so Winona has to face her while flexing her well-defined bicep.
"Yes.....," whimpers Winona humilated.
"Give it a kiss," giggles Ming and forces Winona's face to rub against her bicep.
Winona obeys and kisses Mings hard muscle.
"Good slut," hisses ming and shoves Winona's head forcibly into the mat before leaving.
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Nicole de Boer (45yo, 5'4, 105lb)
vs
Letizia of Spain (43yo, 5'7, 105lb)
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Nicole breathes hard as she straddles Letizia's chest with her knees pinning her royal opponents arms. Letizia bucks and kicks wildy with Nicole only barely
holding her position.
"Get off me, you little Canadian slut" hisses Letizia with a heavy spanish accent as Nicole struggles to stay on top.
"You will finally submit to me," shrieks Nicole while grabbing a handful of Leizia's hair and banging her opponents head onto the mat.
Nicole thinks she is finally getting the upper hand when her opponent stops to buck and kick but the way taller Letizia moves her legs up behind Nicole's small
back and suddenly crosses them in front of Nicole's chest. Nicole yelps and grabs Letizia's ankles but before Nicole can do anything Letizia stretches out her
long wiry legs. Nicole yelps as her upper body is forced down and her head knocks hard onto the thin mat. With Nicole dazed Letizia wraps her thighs around
Nicole's neck and locks her ankles into a neck scissor.
"Now you will suffer," hisses Letizia as her lean thighs press against the sides of Nicole's neck.
"Noooooooo.....," gurgles Nicole, grabbing Letizia's thighs and her thin arms tremble as Nicole tries to pry Letizia's legs apart.
"Oh no you wil not," states Letizia matter of factly, leans back and increases the power of her neck scissor.
Nicole flails, unable to budge Letizia's thighs. Letizia scissors so hard she reduces the blood flow of Nicole's arteries. Nicole's vision starts spinning and the
Canadian actress wildly taps Letizia's legs to submit.
"You want to submit, uh?" giggles Letizia and watches Nicole's eyes widen,"But now I will show you how much better I am!"
Letizia continues to scissor as blackness slowly engulfs Nicole who continues to frantically tap, gurgle and flail her legs. Then, finally, Nicole's legs stop
flailing and her arms slump lifeless onto the mat.
"Knocked out cold," observes Letizia and opens her legs,"That was so easy!"
Letizia checks her opponents pulse and as she feels that all is well she gives her knocked out opponents face one hard last slap before walking away.
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Kristin Kreuk vs Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Having backed the blonde up against a wall, Kristin delivered a quartet of expert elbow smashes to Sarah's forehead. Glassy-eyed, Gellar slid down the wall until she was on her butt, legs splayed out before her. Bending down to take her rival's wrists, Kreuk then pressed the soles of her feet against the insides of Sarah's knees; suddenly, the brunette sat down hard on the floor, her feet spreading the blonde's legs wide. Sarah screamed in agony as it felt as if her hamstrings would rip. Somewhere in the midst of her howling, she shrieked "I GIVE UP!"
But, not fully content with this triumph, Kristin decided to play with her victim a bit more. Still holding Gellar by the wrists, she pulled her upper body forward a bit, even as the raven-haired wildcat lifted her right leg and pressed the ball of her bare foot to her opponent's sweat-soaked forehead. Suddenly thrusting out her leg, Kreuk pushed Sarah backward until the back of her head slammed into the wall. She then repeated the hammering move several more times, until the badly dazed blonde's eyes fluttered shut, and her body went limp.
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Good stuff! Thanks guys.
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Fantastic, I would love to see more fights including Letizia of Spain, maybe vs her sister in law Cristina of Spain, it would be great. Or vs Carolina of Mónaco.
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Or against Kate and Pippa Middleton!
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I must apologize, I may have gone a bit overboard herE, but here it is for all of you to enjoy. I might end up deleting this and making it a separate post, let me guys know what you think.
Bella Thorne vs Chloe Moretz
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Bella gritted her teeth as she pushed with all her might against her opponent, Chloe Moretz, trying to force the girl down in a test of strength. It had been a long and grueling fight for the both of them, both covered in sweat and heaving from the effort. It was clear to both of them that this final test of strength would be the decider. As she pushed, Bella remembered how she hated Chloe, she hated how while she, Bella, was doing obscure teen movies, Chloe landed well known roles like Carrie and Pit Girl. She hated how so many people knew who Chloe was, but barely knew her at all!
For a time, she had tempered her jealously, yet when she heard that Chloe had landed the role as Ariel for The Little Mermaid live action movie, she could hold it no more. How could this ugly bitch get the role of Ariel over someone as good looking as her?!? She’s not even a natural red head! It was at this point that Bella could hold it no longer and she had challenged Chloe to a bikini match. Chloe had accepted the fight to Bella’s delight and she had relished every point she put Chloe in agony and pain. It was time for everyone to realize who the better women was, thought Bella.
Chloe for her part, initially had no animosity towards Bella. In fact, when she got challenged by her, she barely knew anything about her and in a bout of friendly competition, she had accepted it. However, as the fight when on, Chloe found that the fight was anything but friendly, as Bella had used every dirty trick in the book, weather through eye gouges, low glows and attack on Chloe’s womanly assets. These attacks caused Chloe to really hate Bella and she made sure Bella was repaid in full for all the pain she caused her. Yet Chloe had not stoop to her dirty tactics to fight back, something Bella seem to almost resent. Now at this point, Chloe pushed against Bella in turn, knowing that Bella would not stop if she gave.
The test of strength contest continued for several seconds, as the world watch through the camera, both girls despite their size differences being more or less even. This ended however when Bella, seeing an opening, lifted her leg to kick Chloe’s womenhood. However Chloe, already the receiver of several of these attacks, expected it and quickly swerved her body, pulling Bella forward. Bella gave a surprised yelp and being on one leg, soon lost balance and fell to floor face first!
As Bella reeled in pain, Chloe quickly jump on Bella’s back, and grabbed her head and pulled with all it with all her might. Bella screamed in pain as the sudden Camel Clutch did it toil, her arms flailing uselessly as she tried to break free. Chloe, her teeth gritted asked Bella. “Do you give up Bella?”
Bella, while tired and in pain, still held an unforgiving hatred of Chloe, and that hatred allowed her to simply scream. “NO, FUCK YOU!”
Chloe in response, pulled harder, which lead to even more grunts of pain from Bella at which Chloe asked again, with exhaustion and impatience in her voice.
“Come on Bella!!! Its over!!! Give Up!!!” Bella simply responded by spitting out in disgust, saliva covering Chloe’s hand before screaming.
“NEVER! I’ll NEVER SUBMIT TO YOU!” At which Chloe then push Bella down, slamming her head against the mat and got off her. As Bella gasped and tried to recover, Chloe flipped Bella onto her back, grabbing her arms, and wrapped her legs around Bella’s neck and squeezed, asking again.
“SUBMIT!!!” Bella gasped for air as Chloe’s thick legs constricted her airways. She flailed her legs in desperation to get out, but it was no avail. Despite this, Bella was still defiant, and said.
“No!!!” Chloe gave an exasperated sigh and added more pressure to the scissors shouting.
“CMON BELLA!!! At this rate you’re going to be knocked out!” Bella once again spitted toward Chloe, the spittle hitting Chloe on the cheek who reacted with disgust, but did not whip it off, at which Bella said.
“SHUT UP YOU STUPID WHORE! GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD THAT I’LL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOU!!!” Chloe gritted her teeth in response, her anger and hatred toward towards this woman now clearly evident and simply said.
“Fine then BITCH, have it your way!!!” At which Chloe squeezed her legs with all her might! Bella gave a gasp of pain and shock as felt her airways completely cut off. Her arms and legs increased their flailing as she tried desperately to get out but it was clear that Chloe was not letting her go and soon the flails grew weaker, and weaker and weaker until finally Bella passed out. Chloe held the hold for several seconds to ensure the Bella was knocked out before she let go with a relieved sigh.
Though victorious, Chloe was exhausted by the effort and she slowly got up and stood over Bella. Chloe wiped the spit off her face before delivering several kicks to Bella’s stomach, before ceasing and ripping off Bella’s bikini in anger before standing over her saying to Bella’s face.
“Fucking BITCH!!! You should know when you are beaten! And for all your dirty tricks and low blows that you put me through, I’ve only got one thing to say!” At which Chloe hacked a spit onto Bella’s face, after which saying. “You DISGUST me!”
It was this point Chloe grabbed Bella’s bikini and walked out of the room in angry humph, leaving her opponent naked on the floor. Several minutes later, Bella with a start, woke up. Getting her bearings, she realized what had happened and realizing she was naked in front of the cameras, screamed and tried to cover herself, her cheeks burning with humiliation. As she crawled out of the room, Bella swore to herself that she would make Chloe pay for this, if it was the last she ever do.
(TO BE CONTINUED?)
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Very nice, AKMaster. Love the neck scissors finisher.
Thanks!
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Very nice ak:) you missed a chance at some foot humiliation though :)
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Very nice ak:) you missed a chance at some foot humiliation though :)
True Gent, but it was getting long. Though perhaps they will face each other again at some point. You never know ;D
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Kaley Cuoco vs Mila Kunis
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Revenge, it seems, is a dish best served hot...at least if the intensity of the rivalry between these two beauties is any indication. With the previous battle of their long-runng war (see the first post on the first page of this thread!) having gone in the brunette's favor, Kaley came into this apartment catfight with more than enough incentive to defeat her arch-nemesis tonight.
As always, it was a breathtaking battle. Excellent fighters in any other circumstance, whenever they face one another, Cuoco and Kunis take their efforts to brilliant heights rarely equaled by others. And as per usual, throughout virtually the entire match, it was impossible to predict the winner, as the tide of battle shifted countless times back and forth between the two.
Now however, the end was almost certainly in sight, and one beautiful battler was so close to victory, she could taste it. Both women were seated on the floor, with Kaley behind Mila. The blonde had her powerful legs wrapped around her adversary's waist, her ankles locked, and her thighs were like steel coils as they crushed the brunette between them. Making matters painfully worse for Kunis, Kaley had slipped her hands up under her foe's arms, reaching around her so that her fingers could clamp agonizing clawholds on Mila's bare breasts. "Bitch," Cuoco hiss, "I'll crush them flat!" The embattled brunette's only response was a husky whisper, rasping between gasps for breath: "Fuck...you...!"
Any other woman would have submitted to the blinding pain, but Mila refused to give her hated rival the satisfaction of a submission (Kaley would have been just as defiant had their positions been reversed, that much is certain). Tears streaming down her face, the brunette's whimpers and moans of anguish filled the room, until finally with a heavy sigh of resignation, she succumbed to the pain and slipped into blissful unconsciousness. With a loud "Hah!" of triumph, Kaley opened her nearly numb legs (so great was the pressure she was pouring into her scissors), climbed unsteadily to her feet, and planted a foot upon the heaving chest of her slumbering foe, the lights of the room glistening off of the topless blonde's sweat-soaked nubile body as she beamed a smile of joy and raised her arms in a show of victory.
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Love everything about Kaley win or lose nicely written!
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Another winner, JJ!
Thanks
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Natalie Portman vs Jenn McCarthy
Jessica Alba vs Angelina Jolie
Taylor Swift vs Katy Perry
Miranda Kerr vs Gisele
Ariana Grande vs Jennifer Lopez
Carrie Underwood vs Beyoncé
Mila Kunis vs Teresa Palmer
I could keep going all night. Great topic
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Are Asian celebrities allowed here?
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Are Asian celebrities allowed here?
with pleasure ,pick from.India also
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Kate Upton vs Nina Agdal
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Kate Upton had found a newfound mean violent streak, and she was taking it out on any other model wanted to. The other model’s had begun teasing her about her weight and she was fed up with it. It all started with young Victoria’s Secret model Taylor Hill whom no one had seen or heard from since Kate had gotten her talons into her. Upton’s war path had continued to a second opponent as she dismantled the perfect bodied Nina Agdal all over the dressing room they shared.
Upton had Agdal stripped of every bit of clothing the model was wearing and she drug Nina forward holding onto Agdal’s own bra which Kate had now used to tie Nina’s wrists together. “None of you scrawny little bitches can measure up to me and I’m going to make sure you all learn that lesson personally!” Kate took a seat on a plush couch before pulling Nina on top of her lap resting the broken model belly up.
“Such a perfect flat belly!” Upton laughed as her right hand balled into a fist so that she could wallop Nina’s gut with it repeatedly. Each shot crushed Agdal making the Danish beauty sob and struggle to breathe as Kate was turning her belly black and blue. Shot after shot rained down onto Nina while the tears streamed down her face and the perfect bodied beauty could not take any more of it sobbing her submission through her gasps for air, “I give, I give. Please stop Kate!”
Seemingly satisfied, Kate shoved Nina off of her lap and down to the floor on her back as the Dane breathed heavily, chest heaving up and down with each breathe. Getting up to her feet, Upton had a change of heart and quickly laid down on top of the battered Dane. “W…What are you doing?” Nina asked while Kate slowly crawled up her body, “oh, you’ll find out soon enough!”
By the time Nina had figured it out, she tried to scream at the top of her lungs, “NNNNN” but before she could fully get her plea out Upton’s massive breasts engulfed her entire face. Too weak to try and fend off the breast smother, Nina began to succumb to it almost right away.
“I know you are about to go to sleep and all, but I want you to tell your little model friends I’m coming for them next, and I won’t stop until all of you bitches get what is coming to you!” Nina heard Kate’s terrifying statement, but not long after it did the model pass out underneath Upton’s breasts while Kate remained on top of her comfortably for a while longer before collecting Nina’s clothing and taking it along with her so the Danish beauty would have to leave with her tail between her legs naked and humiliated.
As for Kate, she plotted who was next to meet her wrath.
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Bella Thorne vs Debby Ryan
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It had been a riotous redhead rampage, as the two grappling gingers had torn into one another. But it wasn't long into the contest that Bella took control, overwhelming Debby until her flame-haired foe was reduced to little more than whimpers and quivers.
Now, Thorne was ready to finish her rival off. In a daunting show of raw strength, she pulled her opponent across her shoulders, Ryan's back draped across her tormentor. With one hand, Bella grasped her victim's long, fiery hair; with the other, she slipped beneath Ryan's panties and her fingers got a tight hold upon her scarlet bush. Pulling down on both ends, Bella subjected Debby to a crippling backbreaker torture rack that within instants had the hapless girl shrieking her surrender.
Thorne let Ryan beg for mercy for another thirty seconds or so until she suddenly released her hold, letting the beaten girl slide down her back and collapse to a heap on the floor. Bella used her foot to push the sobbing lass onto her back, then pressed that selfsame foot down upon her heaving chest, as the triumphant Thorne flexed her arms in a smug show of victory.
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^ Sounds about right to me! ;D
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Jennifer Lopez vs Ariana Grande
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Jennifer Lopez dusted her hands off disposing of the fiery red clumps she had ripped out of Ariana Grande’s scalp. No one knew what had gotten into Ariana to decide she wanted to take on Jennifer or why she thought she had any type of chance to defeat the older latina.
An exhausted Ariana was on both her knees with her head down as she massaged her scalp. The young woman’s clothing ripped and tattered as JLo moved forward and gave the unprepared red hair a swift side kick to her tiny belly instantaneously making Ariana clutch her stomach with both hands before she collapsed face first onto the carpeted floor out of breathe. Lopez took a moment to figure out just how she wanted to finish off Ariana knowing that the younger woman was no match for her and the possibilities on how to end this was endless.
When Jennifer finally made up her mind, she gave Ariana a stiff kick into the redhead’s side making Ariana squeal like an injured animal and roll over onto her back. “Got you right where I want you now!” Lopez then pulled her own tiny shorts upward to expose her ass cheeks, “you are about to be the envy of every red blooded male on Earth!” Lopez then slowly lowered her body down terrorizing the downed younger woman whose eyes widened in fear until Ariana’s entire face was buried under JLo’s world famous derriere.
Jennifer could hear Ariana’s whines coming from underneath her while the redhead slapped at Lopez’ thighs trying to escape. “Awww don’t feel bad Ariana, you aren’t the first bitch to end up here and I can guarantee you won’t be the last.”
With nowhere to go, Ariana blacking out was just a matter of time and Jennifer made sure to stay on top of the redhead until she felt Ariana’s arms finally fall to her sides. Lopez got back to her feet and adjusted her shorts with a smile on her face and said to herself, “yep, I still got it.”
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Great stories guys! The Kate Upton series is awesome! Not sure any model could take her down!
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Kristen Stewart vs Jennifer Lawrence
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Kristen Stewart landed on the floor of the arena hard, her hair a mess and sweat covering her lingerie clad body. She slowly started getting up, hoping to recover and counter but was stopped when she kicked hard in the stomach. Flipping on her back, Kristen saw her opponent, Jennifer Lawrence staring down with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"Oh dear, it looks like Miss Stewart is being dominated again!" Jen laughs as she kicks Kristen hard in the stomach again before dropping down on top of her. Kristen lets out a cry as Jen's heavier frame crushes her and she feels Jen's orbs pressing down on her own modest pair.
Jennifer felt the same and giggled as she put Kristen in a Grapevine pin, trapping Kristen's arm and legs. Pushing herself up a little over Kristen, Jennifer looked down at her opponent and said
"Kristen, why do you even bother showing off those pathetic things you call tits. Do you really need a lesson what a real women is like?" Kristen, realizing what she meant frantically shook her head no, but all it did was make Jennifer laugh as she reaches behind and unclasps her own bra letting it drop onto Kristen’s body as her impressive, full chest spills free. Kristen's eyes widen as Jen lowers her rack onto Kristen's face as she presses her orbs into her rival's features. "Tough!! I'm giving you a lesson anyway!!"
Kristen’s protests are muffled by Jen's cups but she refused to tap out and give Jen the satisfaction of her submission. "You are going to regret not tapping out so bad!!" Jen laughs as she continues pressing her boobs down onto Kristen's face
Jennifer kept this hold for a few seconds as Kristen tried to break free before pulling herself up from her opponent. Kristen gasped for air as the breasts lifted themselves, her face covered in sweat and grease as she tried to recover. This ended however when Jennifer stood up again and kicked Kristen in the side, putting her on her stomach.
As Kristen moaned in pain, Jennifer placed herself over Kristen, with Kristen in between her legs and stooped down. Wrapping Kristen's legs around her own, Jennifer then grabbed Kristen's arms and lifted her off the floor, rocking her back and forth in a baby cradle hold. Kristen screamed in pain as she felt her arms and legs being pulled out of their sockets, at which Jennifer laughed and mock sang. "Rock a bye Kristen, on the tree top...."
Kristen grits her teeth and tries to resists, not wanting to submit to Jennifer. Her opponent simply smiles as she continues the song... "When the wind blows, the Stewart will rock!!" as Jennifer rocks her back and forth, still applying the hold...
“Fuck you!" Kristen hisses through gritted teeth. "When the joint breaks, the Stewart will fall!" Jennifer swings Kristen even more, putting immense pressure on her joints.
"And down will come Kristen, submitting and all!!" As Jennifer finishes the last verse, Kristen was at her wits ended, finally with tears streaming out, Kristen screams "I G-GIVE!!! I GIVE!!! LET ME GO!!!" Jennifer gave a wide grin and let Kristen go, Kristen dropping onto the floor in a messy sweaty heap, holding her joints in pain. Jennifer pushed Kristen onto her back and placed her bare foot on Kristen’s face, saying to her.
“Next time Kristen, when you think your hot shit cause you beat Miss Watson a few times and think you can take me on. Remember what happened here!” At which Jennifer pushed down on Kristen’s mewling face more and did a victory pose, before taking her discard bra and leaving the sobbing Kristen in the arena.
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How about Emma Watson vs Bella Thorne?
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Jane Levy vs Emma Stone would be a good one
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How about Emma Watson vs Bella Thorne?
Interesting matchup, I'll see what I can do.
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Flashback 1995: Erika Eleniak vs Jennifer Connelly
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The two beauties stumbled around the room, their hands buried deep into the tangled manes of the other, grunting from kneelifts to the belly which they were inflicting on one another. Their voluptuous bodies glistened with perspiration as they each panted heavily for breath. Suddenly, Jennifer release her hold on her rival's golden hair and raked her nails across Erika's eyes. The blinded blonde shrieked as she let go of her opponent's hair and stumbled backward. Connelly swiftly pursued her, delivering a backhand chop to Eleniak's chest that nearly caused her 34C's to pop out of the skin-tight red one-piece bathing suit she wore. Several more chops cracked across her chest, turning the alabaster skin bright red. Jennifer smirked, confident that she had her rival reeling and helpless.
But a heartbeat later, Eleniak gives a banshee's howl and delivers a headbutt squarely to the brunette's forehead! The blow stuns them both, but Connelly is clearly the worse for wear, and it's the blonde who recovers first. With single-minded determination, Erika clasps her hands tightly around the back of her adversary's head, and then suddenly throws herself down backward to the carpeted floor, pulling Jen with her. As she does so, the blonde brings her knees up, pressing them against Connelly's chest. As Erika's back lands on the floor, she releases her hold on her victim's head, and the full impact of them landing explodes from the blonde's knees into Jennifer's own 34C's, sending her sailing back through the air. She crashes to the floor in a dazed heap, battered chest heaving as she pitifully rasps for air, her glazed eyes wide with confusion.
Not willing to give her foe a moment's respite, Erika commands her exhausted body to sit up, and then crawl over toward her spread-eagle nemesis. Climbing atop Jennifer, Erika presses her lush breasts down across her hapless adversary's face, cutting off her air and very quickly smothering her into unconsciousness.
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Katy Perry vs Cristina Scabbia
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“It wasn’t supposed to end like this…”
That was the only thing that Katy was able to think and probably also the same thing that everybody else in the audience was thinking.
Katy was bigger, younger and her reputation as a catfighter was legendary, so no one really thought that Cristina stood a chance. But since the beginning o the fight the crafty veteran surprised everyone by using her speed and experience to launch an all-out assault on Katy paying particular attention to one of Katy’s most popular assets: her breasts.
And so for half an hour Cristina subjected Katy’s boobs to every form of abuse she could think: clawing, mauling, pinching and even biting.
Katy was desperate and tired, she couldn’t take more punishment but she was also too stubborn to admit defeat.
“Come on Katy, just give up” cooed Cristina while giving another twist to Katy’s already sore nipples.
“Fuck you!” bawled Katy.
“Ok slut, I gave you a chance to stop suffering but it seems you are too stupid to understand that it’s over”.
Cristina then proceeded to use Katy’s bikini top to tie her opponent wrists behind her back.
Realizing what was about to happen Katy tried to surrender but before she could do it Cristina put her own black lace panties in her mouth silencing her.
Now Katy was totally helpless as Cristina sat behind her, put her in a bodyscissor and dug her razor sharp nails in Katy’s breast.
Cristina kept scratching Katy’s boobs until the american’s muffled screams began fading then she finally removed her panties from Katy’s mouth.
“So, Katy…are you ready to submit?”
“Y…yes…p…please…stop…I…I sub…I submit…” whispered Katy.
Cristina released her grip on Katy, planted a foot on one of her victim’s boobs and stroke a victory pose while receiving a well deserved celebration.
A note: this is the first time I try to write a story in English (albeit a brief one) so please excuse me if I made some mistakes.
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Emma Watson vs Bella Thorne
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Bella, her body covered in sweat, her breath ragged from the fight, straighten herself out in the middle of the ring, and threw a punch towards her opponent. He opponent, Emma Watson, backed off gracefully, dodging the punch entirely. She laughed slightly at her opponents efforts, as she sidestepped another punch from her opponent.
While her body was also glistening with sweat, it had been clear up to this point that the less experienced fighter had the worst of the fight so far. Bella threw another right punch, this time however Emma blocked, quickly grabbing Bella’s arm and pulling Bella towards her, and kneeing her hard in her stomach. Bella gasped as the wind was knocked out of her and she fell to her knees gasping and trembling. Emma gave another contemptuous laugh, her posture arrogant and said.
“My my don’t you love telegraphing every move you do. No wonder Miss. Moretz was able to beat you if you fight like this!” Her opponent mentioning Chloe’s name put Bella in a vindictive rage, and with a howl, Bella rose up and charged Emma screamed.
“DON’T SAY HER NAME AROUND ME!!!”
Emma expected this, and she quickly sidestepped causing Bella to run face first into the turnbuckle. As Bella reeled in pain, she brought back into the turnbuckle as Emma shoulder tackled her in the back, the metal of the post ripping apart Bella’s top. After this, Emma grabbed Bella by her hair and slammed her face against the turnbuckle several times before stopping, leaving Bella hanging on the turnbuckle as she moaned in pain.
Emma ate the cheering crowd for a second before turning to the American, and body splashing her against the turnbuckle again. She saw Bella’s breasts laid bare and giggled as devilish thoughts filled her head saying.
“What pathetic tits you have, even for an American.” Emma grabbed the dazed Bella head and looking her in the eye, continued “Why don’t I show you what superior British tits look like!”
Before Bella could respond, Emma shoved her face into her chest and forced her to motorboat her bosom. It was clearly meant to humiliate her and did so wonderfully as Bella flail around, trying to get out. However Emma did not let go, and when she finally pulled Bella off she held onto Bella head, ran forward and slammed Bella’s face to the ring floor in a running bulldog maneuver.
It was at this point that Bella was completely out of it, and Emma took her time getting herself in position facing the lying Bella, saying.
“I don’t think I’m going to ask you to surrender dear! I’ll let Chloe have that satisfaction. But for having the foolish idea of taking me on, I’ll enjoy putting you to sleep!”
With that, raising Bella’s head off the ground, Emma wrapped her legs around Bella’s neck in a standing headscissors and squeezed hard. Bella gasped as her airways were once again cut off, desperately she slapped against Emma’s legs as her airways were cut off, but Emma simply ignored it, and simply posed and flexed her muscles to the crowd. After a few seconds, Bella’s slaps grew weaker, and weaker, until finally she slumped over, her eyes closed. Emma smiled at this and did another victory pose with her defeated opponent between her legs saying.
“If any other American whore thinks she can take me on, so be it! I’ll show them what Rule Britannia really means!” At which Emma let Bella slump to the floor, putting her foot on Bella’s back one more time before turning and leaving her alone in the ring.
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Wonderfull stories.
Erika Eleniak vs Pamela Anderson would be fantastic too. And of course, Emma Watson vs any girl too.
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I love Emma Watson as a jobber!
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Meagan Good vs Scarlett Johansson
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"Aww, what's the matter, baby...feeling a little winded?" Meagan purred in her opponent's ear. Scarlett's only response was to gasp and groan. With both beauties on their knees, Meagan from behind had wrapped her arms around the blonde, locking a reverse bearhug on Johansson. The crushing embrace across her chest caused the blonde's breasts to pancake, and were doing their damage by pressing into Scarlett's lungs, making it even harder to draw breath.
Her face reddening as her hands tugged in futility at the steel bands that bound her, Johansson's eyes began to flutter as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. She then began to tap her hand on the arm of her oppressor, but Good was having none of it. "Nuh-uh, cupcake...no submissions. You're going beddy-bye!" Scarlett whimpered in fear, but could do nothing about it. Soon enough, her body went limp in the grasp of her rival.
Laying the body of her slumbering opponent down, Meagan unhooked Scarlett's bra, unleashing her battered breasts. "I'll just take this as my trophy, and add it to my collection" the triumphant beauty sneered.
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Miley Cyrus vs Floor Jansen
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When she heard about Katy Perry’s defeat Myley claimed that she wasn’t surprised since she always thought that Katy's reputation was too overrated and boasted that she could take down every “metal bitch” who dared to cross her path in a wrestling ring.
Obviously she never heard about a 6’1” 174 lbs dutch metal amazon called Floor Jansen.
Floor toyed with Miley, throwing her around the ring like a rag doll and stripping her naked. Miley boldly tried to mount some resistance, she even managed to climb to the top rope, trying to take down Floor with a picture perfect diving crossbody.
But Floor simply catched Miley in mid air and reversed the move into a devastating powerslam that rocked the building.
“You know Miley, I was expecting something less boring than this” the dutch woman scoffled, looking at the almost unconscious opponent with obvious disdain.
Floor then lifted Miley and draped her across her shoulders, nearly breaking the blonde singer in half with a vicious argentine backbreaker and leaving her with no choice but scream her surrender.
As Floor celebrated her victory, Miley tried to crawl away from her; but Floor had other ideas and grabbed her opponent by the hair.
“P-please Floor let me go” cried Miley “You won, I gave up”
“Oh my sweet Miley, of course I won. Now it’s time to get my prize”
Holding Miley by the hair with one hand Floor used the other to pull aside the front of her panties exposing her shaved pussy.
“You like to stick out your tongue a lot, don’t you? Now stick out your tongue for me” giggled Floor pushing Miley disgusted face against her pussy.
Miley had no choice but to obey and pleasure her conqueror.
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Long winded IRISH's attempt at a quick shot...
Karen McDougal Vs Victoria Silvstedt
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It was a chance meeting… or was it? By the gleam in Victoria’s eye I have my doubts!
The two elegantly dressed Playmates bumped into each other in the lobby of the hotel. Victoria, the tall blonde, dressed in white. Karen, the lovely brunette, dressed in all black.
But none of that mattered now… Both women’s lovely dresses were reduced to mere rags that hung tattered here or there exposing to heavenly bodies. All technique had been abandoned some time ago. Now the two beauties stood toe to toe swinging for the fences to the delight of all lucky enough to have a reservation for this evening.
In unplanned unison they through the punch that they both hoped would end the scrum. Karen, the south paw, slammed a tightly clenched fist to the blonde’s chin. At the same time Victoria’s clenched right fist cruised under Karen’s arm and blasted into the brunette’s ribs. Both women were hurt.
Victoria staggered back a few steps struggling to stay on her feet. Blinking back tears she hoped that Karen didn’t follow up with another blow. She wouldn’t have to worry. She had worked Karen’s body soundly so far and the last shot dropped the brunette to one knee gasping for air as her rib cage felt like she had just been hit by a truck.
Finish her! Someone yelled from the crowd.
Victoria wiped her eyes clear and stepped towards the downed brunette. Karen not looking to suffer anymore punishment knew it was now or never and sprung forward from her crouched position. Before she knew what hit her, Karen’s shoulder blasted deep into the blonde’s belly. Hooking the back of both of Victoria’s legs as her feet left the ground, the brunette charged forward until the tall blonde slammed back first into the wall, just to the left of the check-in desk.
Victoria groaned as all the air was expelled from her lungs. Still holding the blonde behind her legs, preventing her feet from touching the ground, Karen pivoted 90 degrees to her left and slammed Victoria down onto the concierge’s desk. The blonde was hurt pretty bad as the brunette drove herm palm under Victoria’s chin, bending her neck awkwardly as her head dangled off the far side of the desk.
I give! I give! She cried out her surrender.
Karen stopped the assault and propped herself up on her elbows, trying to catch her breath after the vicious fight. She still had Victoria pinned under her as the two lay across the desk. The blonde lifted head from the far side of the desk, almost crashing face first into Karen’s dangling, sweat covered breast. Angered by the slow moving brunette, Victoria sunk her nails into both of Karen’s breast. Shiiiitttt!!!! She cried.
Karen tried to pull away from Victoria’s frontal attack and that is when things went from bad to worse for the sexy brunette. The big blonde’s legs slammed shut around Karen’s waist and that is when Victoria started doing some damage to the brunette’s already sore ribs. It was now Karen’s turn to have tears welling up in her eyes. Victoria was very pleased with the sudden change of events and was satisfied just lying on her back on the desk and punishing the brunette that had just gotten the better of her.
Did you see that shit? One hotel guest exclaimed…
The brunette continued to let out pained wails every time the blonde constricted her powerful legs. Would it now be Karen’s turn to cry out her surrender?
Karen dug her nails into Victoria’s wrist and was able to reduce some of the damage being inflicted on her breast ever so slightly. If she didn’t do something about the crushing leg scissor around her waist she was afraid that she would pass out from the pain and would be at the complete mercy of the big blonde. And the way that things have panned out so far Karen didn’t think Victoria would be adhering to the rules of the Geneva Convention.
Struggling through the pain, Karen placed her knees on the front of the desk and started pulling Victoria’s body towards her, off of the desk. The blonde felt herself starting to slide and doubled her efforts trying to crush Karen’s midsection. Fuck!!!! The brunette cried.
When Victoria’s body had cleared the top of the desk, and Karen felt her full weight hanging from the front of her, the brunette spun to her left as fast as she could completing the circle. The blonde’s head smashed into the wall by the check-in desk and Karen felt instant relief as Victoria’s powerful scissor weakened. Spinning 180 to her right, Karen reset and spun full speed to her left once again. This time when the blonde’s skull met the hard mahogany paneling, her grip on Karen’s waist was broken and she crumpled to the floor at the base of the wall.
Karen started kicking Victoria repeatedly not allowing the bid blonde to get back into the fight. When the brunette tired she placed her foot across the blonde’s throat. Grabbing hold of the bottom of the check-in desk for leverage, Karen straightened her knee and started pressing down cutting off Victoria’s air supply. When the blonde passed out IRISH came up and tapped Karen on the shoulder. “That’s it babe… You got her.”
Karen stepped off the fallen blonde and the two headed back to their room to change as the crowd cheered her performance taking out the big blonde… Twice!
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Irish,
Loved the Karen McDougal fight. Well written and hot as hell. I always loved your style.
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Thanks for the kind words JT!
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Kate Upton vs Emily Ratajkowski
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Emily Ratajkowski crawled on the floor extremely dizzy and in severe pain as her head rang and the spun around her. The brunette model searched for a way out of her perilous situation moving as quickly as her sore and battered body would allow her to.
“Now where do you think you’re going?” Kate Upton arrogantly asked her downed foe as she reached out and grabbed Emily’s hair with her right hand and drug the brunette back to her feet which induced a weak squeal from Ratajkowski as she was forced back up to face Kate.
The blonde model did not hesitate to wrap her arms around Emily’s waist as she trapped Ratajkowski’s arms to the side of her body and lifted the thin model up crushing Emily’s ribs with a tight bear hug. Upton, laughing hysterically as she squeezed even tighter on Ratajkowski’s body taunted the brunette, “damn honey, you’re so scrawny I think I could break you in half.” Katy’s breasts pancaked Emily’s impressive pair which made the brunette cringe in pain as Upton crushed her rival’s tits inward.
The tight constricting on her body was making it nearly impossible for Emily to breathe as her ribs were being crushed by her powerful opponent when Kate showed just how much control she had of the brunette model whipping Ratajkowski from side to side like a ragdoll in the bear hug. Emily’s hair whipped around from side to side while she gasped trying to take in as much oxygen as she could. There was no more fight left in the brunette as her head became too heavy and it dropped down to her chest.
Kate Upton had taken on and decimated a third consecutive model and could not have been any more proud of herself as she let go of the nearly unconscious Emily Ratajkowski and watched as the brunette crumpled down to the floor chest heaving as she breathed heavily. For good measure Kate gives Emily a hard stomp in her belly which causes Ratajkowski to immediately curl up in a ball sobbing and pleading, “no more Kate, you win!”
As the teary eyed brunette begs her for mercy, Kate comes up with an idea, “you want me to stop huh? Well then, get on your knees and kiss my ass you pathetic bitch! If not I’ll keep kicking your skinny ass.” Defeated and mortified at the thought of it, Emily slowly gets to her knees as Kate wedges her own bikini bottoms to expose her ass cheeks parking her derriere right in front of Ratajkowski’s face. “Go ahead Em kiss my ass, I bet Taylor and Nina would gladly have done it if I gave them the chance, you should consider yourself lucky to get off so easy!”
After hearing the rumors of what happened to the two other models, Emily agrees quickly giving Kate’s left cheek a kiss and tries to pull away, but Upton was not satisfied with that and before Ratajkowski could pull away Upton had a handful of her hair and pushed Emily’s face back into her cheek. Holding Emily there for as long as she damn well pleased, Kate giggled, “use those beautiful full lips of yours and give my ass the kiss it deserves.” Ratajkowski is disgusted but relieved that her beating is over as Kate finally releases her hair letting Emily drop down on her ass. Turning back around to face the loser, “I took it easy on you Em, you should feel lucky, I can guarantee the next skinny bitch I run into won’t be so lucky.”
Kate leaves Emily alone in her the room, as the horrific moments of what had just ensued replay in Ratajkowski’s head. All the while she knows she got off easier than the women who came before her. Upton leaves happy with another victory, but wondering if she let Emily off the hook too easily, she pauses in the hallway for a moment thinking if she go back or not. In the end Upton decides that she can wait until the next time, plus she could always take it out on Taylor.
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Here in the U.S., today is Thanksgiving. And I'd like to give thanks to the many creative folks who continue to contribute to this thread with the fruits of their labors. I truly do appreciate it. Every day is like a party, as I find exciting new fight contributions. Keep 'em coming, my friends!
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Happy Thanksgiving!
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Here in the U.S., today is Thanksgiving. And I'd like to give thanks to the many creative folks who continue to contribute to this thread with the fruits of their labors. I truly do appreciate it. Every day is like a party, as I find exciting new fight contributions. Keep 'em coming, my friends!
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Finish her! ;D
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Kate Upton vs Emily Ratajkowski
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Emily Ratajkowski crawled on the floor extremely dizzy and in severe pain as her head rang and the spun around her. The brunette model searched for a way out of her perilous situation moving as quickly as her sore and battered body would allow her to.
“Now where do you think you’re going?” Kate Upton arrogantly asked her downed foe as she reached out and grabbed Emily’s hair with her right hand and drug the brunette back to her feet which induced a weak squeal from Ratajkowski as she was forced back up to face Kate.
The blonde model did not hesitate to wrap her arms around Emily’s waist as she trapped Ratajkowski’s arms to the side of her body and lifted the thin model up crushing Emily’s ribs with a tight bear hug. Upton, laughing hysterically as she squeezed even tighter on Ratajkowski’s body taunted the brunette, “damn honey, you’re so scrawny I think I could break you in half.” Katy’s breasts pancaked Emily’s impressive pair which made the brunette cringe in pain as Upton crushed her rival’s tits inward.
The tight constricting on her body was making it nearly impossible for Emily to breathe as her ribs were being crushed by her powerful opponent when Kate showed just how much control she had of the brunette model whipping Ratajkowski from side to side like a ragdoll in the bear hug. Emily’s hair whipped around from side to side while she gasped trying to take in as much oxygen as she could. There was no more fight left in the brunette as her head became too heavy and it dropped down to her chest.
Kate Upton had taken on and decimated a third consecutive model and could not have been any more proud of herself as she let go of the nearly unconscious Emily Ratajkowski and watched as the brunette crumpled down to the floor chest heaving as she breathed heavily. For good measure Kate gives Emily a hard stomp in her belly which causes Ratajkowski to immediately curl up in a ball sobbing and pleading, “no more Kate, you win!”
As the teary eyed brunette begs her for mercy, Kate comes up with an idea, “you want me to stop huh? Well then, get on your knees and kiss my ass you pathetic bitch! If not I’ll keep kicking your skinny ass.” Defeated and mortified at the thought of it, Emily slowly gets to her knees as Kate wedges her own bikini bottoms to expose her ass cheeks parking her derriere right in front of Ratajkowski’s face. “Go ahead Em kiss my ass, I bet Taylor and Nina would gladly have done it if I gave them the chance, you should consider yourself lucky to get off so easy!”
After hearing the rumors of what happened to the two other models, Emily agrees quickly giving Kate’s left cheek a kiss and tries to pull away, but Upton was not satisfied with that and before Ratajkowski could pull away Upton had a handful of her hair and pushed Emily’s face back into her cheek. Holding Emily there for as long as she damn well pleased, Kate giggled, “use those beautiful full lips of yours and give my ass the kiss it deserves.” Ratajkowski is disgusted but relieved that her beating is over as Kate finally releases her hair letting Emily drop down on her ass. Turning back around to face the loser, “I took it easy on you Em, you should feel lucky, I can guarantee the next skinny bitch I run into won’t be so lucky.”
Kate leaves Emily alone in her the room, as the horrific moments of what had just ensued replay in Ratajkowski’s head. All the while she knows she got off easier than the women who came before her. Upton leaves happy with another victory, but wondering if she let Emily off the hook too easily, she pauses in the hallway for a moment thinking if she go back or not. In the end Upton decides that she can wait until the next time, plus she could always take it out on Taylor.
Outstanding story! Emily R is so freaking hot and is a great jobber.
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Kinda random, but Charlize Theron vs Sophia Bush?
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Sorry, but the idea was just too good to pass up. Also thanks Jmatt, i have the next model picked out, it's one of my new favorites i just have not thought of the finish yet.
The first Thanksgiving Catfight
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After the first Thanksgiving dinner, the Native Americans wanted to share another tradition of theirs with the Pilgrims. For many years India tribes would gather and choose a female representative to choose their tribe in a fight for supremacy. They shared this idea and tradition with their new neighbors who agreed to take part in the event.
Each set chose a representative for their side. The natives chose a slender dark haired beauty who had successfully represented her tribe on multiple occasions. While the Pilgrims went with a fair skinned blonde who had to fight to survive her entire life in England and was more than willing to represent her new family.
The fight waged outdoors in a muddy patch of grass where all the members surrounded the two combatants. Both hellcats gave it everything they had wanting to represent their group proudly as they tore into each other not willing to give up an inch to the other side. Slapping, pulling and taking each other down, the two combatants were slowly wearing each other down as the two women were too prideful to give the other any chance to take a breath.
As the war waged on, the native beauty began to slow down relinquishing her greatest advantage against her foe and the Pilgrim was able to get each of her hands onto the Native American’s pigtails and give them a hard tug which forced the brunette beauty to screech as her bod was bent over forward. The Pilgrim was able to close the gap on the Native American as she now had her in her grasp and did not hesitate to give her opponent three swift and hard knees to her flat stomach, each one harder than the next. The Native American gasped trying to gasp for air harder with each blow when on the third strike, her knees gave in and she collapsed down onto both of them.
Sensing she now had her opponent in peril, the Pilgrim gave her foe a vicious backhanded and utterly disrespectful slap across the face which toppled the Native American over face and chest first into the mud.
“Ready to give up now!” The Pilgrim asked her new rival. But the headstrong Native American was too proud to give in and defiantly shouted, “Noooooo!” But in the end that would be a terrible decision as the beautiful Pilgrim straddled the Native American’s back and grabbed the back of the brunette’s head and forcefully slammed the Native American’s face repeatedly covering it in the muddy water. “Well, that’s fine with me, I’ll end it my way.”
The Pilgrim lifted the Native American’s head up once again, but this time she took advantage of the situation and wrapped her right arm around the brunette’s neck in a tight choke hold just before she rolled the two of them over so the Native American lay on top of the Pilgrim in the blonde’s deep choke. Then, wrapping her legs around the Native American’s body like a python, the Pilgrim had her newfound rival in the first choke hold body scissors combination ever documented.
Still headstrong as ever, the Native American refused to submit to her blonde counterpart which only made the Pilgrim tighten both holds straining as she did so. The Native American struggled to get herself free, but there was no escape for the tall beauty and dejectedly she admitted defeat to her blonde opponent tapping her submission on the Pilgrim’s forearm. The blonde seemingly did not notice the submission as she wrenched bag further on her opponent contorting the Native American’s body backwards choking out the brunette until the Pilgrim felt her body go completely limp.
The Pilgrim rolled the loser from atop of her tired but proud to have represented her people so well, she then wanted something to commemorate such a historical moment and removed the Native American’s deer skin outfit from off her body which left the brunette fully naked with her ass in the air for both groups to see. This gesture eventually led to the beginning of one of the most popular victory traditions of today.
The Pilgrim celebrated the victory with her new family as the Native Americans picked up their defeated beauty and sadly carried their great warrior back home. For many years this tradition would continue before dissipating being forgotten in history until now.
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Then, wrapping her legs around the Native American’s body like a python, the Pilgrim had her newfound rival in the first choke hold body scissors combination ever documented.
And it is still one of the greatest submission combo holds (at least in my book). ;D
Beautiful babes, btw, and a great story.
Thanks!
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I reckon Alesha Dixon v Rita Ora would be a great fight!
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Here in the U.S., today is Thanksgiving. And I'd like to give thanks to the many creative folks who continue to contribute to this thread with the fruits of their labors. I truly do appreciate it. Every day is like a party, as I find exciting new fight contributions. Keep 'em coming, my friends!
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Finish her! ;D
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Damn. Karen McDougal is incredible.
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A two-fer!
Team Slayer: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Alyson Hanni gan, Charisma Carpenter, Michelle Trachtenberg
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Team Charmed: Alyssa Milano, Holly Marie Combs, Rose McGowan, Kaley Cuoco
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What had begun as a four-on-four tag team match had quickly evolved into brawl with all eight beauties battling in the ring at once. Now, after a lengthy battle, the tide had most definitely turned in Team Slayer's favor. All four Charmed lasses were hung upside down in the ring corners in Trees of Woe, and their rivals were ruthlessly stomping away at their bellies and thighs.
Then Gellar's team pulled their opponents off of the ropes and dragged them to center ring, positioning them in a specific manner as the other team sat down on the canvas, each of them grabbing an ankle on either side of them from two of their adversaries. Team Slayer then proceeded to execute the world's first four-way rowboat, leaning back and stretching wide their victim's legs! Team Charmed screamed in unison as their hamstrings were stretched very near the snapping point.
Utterly exhausted, the Charmed girls could offer no resistance as their foes first laid Alyssa and Holly on the mat side by side, then placed Rose and Kaley cross-ways across their bodies. With smiles and giggles of glee, Sarah, Charisma, Alyson and Michelle then threw themselves down upon their rivals, monkey pile pinning them. Sarah commanded the referee to make it a twenty count, knowing that the beaten and hapless Charmed lasses would be humiliated.
Sabrina Bryan vs Lacey Chabert
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The two beauties dashed at one another from opposite sides of the ring, crashing chest-first into one another. The impact brought loud grunts from both, as they staggered back several steps. Each was frustrated that she hadn't been able to topple the other.
Although it had begun as a standard wrestling match, it wasn't long before Lacey and Sabrina made this a 'Best Chest' battle, pitting their matching 36DD's against each other for supremacy. Thus far it had proven to be a stalemate, and now, their magnificent orbs throbbing with pain, each knew they couldn't go on like this much longer.
Now, both ran to the ropes behind them, bounding off of them for added momentum, and once more charged at one another. The collision brought forth even louder grunts, and a shower of perspiration from the impact. Still, neither fell.
Once more, then. This time, the dueling double D dolls bounded off of the ropes, intentionally running past each other as they rebounded off of the opposite ropes, and then came crashing together like the proverbial irresistible force meeting the immovable object. Both yelped in anguish as their lush bodies slammed together , their breasts agonizingly pancaked together. Glassy eyed, Sabrina and Lacey both staggered backward drunkenly, their legs trembling to keep them upright. Then, as if in slow motion, Chabert fell backward, landing with a thud on her back.
Knowing that victory was close at hand, Bryan limped over to her rival, grabbed her hair, and pulled her up to uncertain feet. She then dragged the brunette to the nearest corner and shoved her against the turnbuckles, draping Lacey's arms over the top ropes. Mounting the bottom cables for leverage, the smirking blonde then pressed her breasts into her foe's face, smothering her. "Wanna take a trip?" Sabrina taunts Lacey. "Let's motorboat!" Chabert squirms, but is unable to break free, and soon enough she is driven unconscious.
Collapsing to the mat when she is finally released, Lacey is kicked over onto her back, and Sabrina triumphantly plants a boot upon her conquered rival's heaving chest.
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Amazing work everybody! I am thankful indeed. You've all done an incredible job with this thread.
Great work getting Lacey Chabert in there, Jack! One of my favourites for sure. But... poor Lacey. :(
Also, I second this random, but very interesting suggestion...
Kinda random, but Charlize Theron vs Sophia Bush?
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Mr. Flash, this 8 woman tussle is one of my favorites. I had forgotten that Kaley was on 'Charmed' right at the end of the show, so this was a nice surprise.
And using Michelle in this reminded me of that terrific multi-fall piece you did with her and Amanda Seyfried earlier in the thread. Great, great, great work! ::)
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Team Slayer: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Alyson Hanni gan, Charisma Carpenter, Michelle Trachtenberg
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Team Charmed: Alyssa Milano, Holly Marie Combs, Rose McGowan, Kaley Cuoco
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Amazing work everybody! I am thankful indeed. You've all done an incredible job with this thread.
Great work getting Lacey Chabert in there, Jack! One of my favourites for sure. But... poor Lacey. :(
Also, I second this random, but very interesting suggestion...
Kinda random, but Charlize Theron vs Sophia Bush?
Maaaaybe take a crack at it? ;)
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Maaaaybe take a crack at it? ;)
Haha, you cheeky fucker!
If I get time later I might write a quick something, but not with Sophia. I'm always writing Sophia. I want to read Sophia for once. :P
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Maaaaybe take a crack at it? ;)
Haha, you cheeky fucker!
If I get time later I might write a quick something, but not with Sophia. I'm always writing Sophia. I want to read Sophia for once. :P
Hmm. Maybe Jessica Biel? :P
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Charlize Theron vs Jessica Biel
Charlize Theron
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Jessica Biel
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"Hey, weren't you supposed to be tough, or something?" Charlize Theron mocked her dishevelled foe as Jessica Biel sat propped against the front of the sofa, tears rolling down her bruised cheeks.
Jessie was holding her once firm and tight tummy, it now looking swollen and blotched with bruises and welts. She was clearly a broken woman, with a broken figure, once proud and flaunted, but now reduced to rubble by an unforgiving and relentless Charlize, intent on humiliating the arrogant brunette.
Charlize sauntered over to Jess and took a seat behind and above her on the sofa. She slinked a long, slender leg around Biel's neck and locked it in tight, while her other leg coiled lower around those busted abs, holding her firmly back against the sofa. Jess struggled for a moment, her shapely ass bucking on the carpeted floor, but she soon realized she was stuck fast, particularly when Charlize roughly grabbed a handful of dark tresses and yanked her head back furiously, forcing Jess to stare frightened up at her tormentor.
"You're mine, Jessie. You're all mine." Charlize shook her prey about by the hair, dizzying poor Jess. Hair, tears and sweat flew off the exhausted brunette as she was shaken about at Charlize's will. Then the cheeky blonde's other hand reached down to untie the back of Biel's bikini top, pulling at the tie until it snapped open, Jessie's top fluttering away from her impressive chest.
Jessica's eyes grew wide in fright, knowing there was only one reason Charlize would do such a thing. "N-no... don't... DON'T!"
But her pathetic pleas fell on deaf ears, and Charlize's free hand snaked down and cupped one dangling breast. The cruel blonde gave it a shake and a squeeze, as if teasing horrified Jessie. And then her greedy claws dug in, ferociously tearing at the beautiful, jiggling flesh, and ripping down the breast, leaving terrible red scratches.
Charlize continued to tear at Jessica's orb, softening and scratching up the once proud jug, while tightening that leg around the brunette's neck, slowly putting the disheveled beauty to sleep as her breast was crudely mauled.
Jessica passed out, wrapped in Charlize's toned legs. Tears marked her face as well as bruises, and she looked an absolute beaten mess. Nothing like the once proud Jessica Biel that would demolish her opponents at will. She was now a completely subdued, devastated, torn up sack of pounded meat. And Charlize stayed there a while, revelling in her accomplishment and the vision of the downed brunette.
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Charlize Theron vs Jessica Biel
Thanks for a fun little snippet of what had to have been a terrific contest!
Hard to imagine a woman with Biel's track record and ego ever letting this go without at least an attempt at retribution!
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Although it had begun as a standard wrestling match, it wasn't long before Lacey and Sabrina made this a 'Best Chest' battle, pitting their matching 36DD's against each other for supremacy.
Um...neither had DDs. Bryan is a 36C and Chabert is a 34D.
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Leroy, Leroy, Leroy...to quote the great John Ford, "When legend becomes fact, print the legend." ;)
Um...neither had DDs. Bryan is a 36C and Chabert is a 34D.
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Very nice, Jimi. Thanks!
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Very well done!
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Ashley Tisdale vs Lucy Hale
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The brunette's glazed eyes showed little sense of comprehension as her body was draped over the outstretched bent knee of her opponent. With Hale in place, Ashley shook her head to move a lock of her sweat-drenched golden hair away from her face, then she grabbed hold of Lucy's pink bikini panties and tugged them down, exposing her alabaster rear end.
With a malicious glee, Tisdale raised her right arm, and then began to deliver a rapid fire succession of stinging open-handed slaps to the bare bottom. The pain shocks Lucy from her stupor, but she remains too weak and exhausted from the brutal battle the two had engaged in to pull free. Now Ashley tauntingly laughs as her spanking turns her hapless victim's butt a fiery red, as tears streak Hale's cherubic face. Unable to withstand both the pain or the humiliation any longer, Lucy blubbers, "Please...stop...I give up!"
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Bella Thorne vs Victoria Justice: The Rematch
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Victoria Justice wanted nothing more than to get revenge on Bella Thorne for her dominating and painful defeat. The brunette fought hard giving it everything she had, but that still was not enough as the dastardly redhead underhandedly caught Victoria off guard with a low blow. Poor Victoria’s knees buckled as Bella laughed while calmly getting back to her feet.
“Face it Vic, you could never beat me, I don’t understand why you keep trying.” Bella took a handful of Victoria’ hair and delivered a mean right handed slap across Justice’s cheek which caused the brunette to her side on the floor. The vicious redhead then gave Victoria a hard kick right in her flat belly. “But kicking your ass never gets old.”
Victoria rolled onto her back clutching her stomach putting her in perfect position for Bella to sit atop Justice’s midsection and arms. Thorne began quickly mistreating the brunette’s pretty face with repeated slaps using the both her hands while tears formed in Justice’s eyes while she ineffectively tried to wiggle free and knock Bella off of her.
Thorne did not want to just defeat Justice, but humiliate her in the process for having the nerve to challenge her again. Bella, with a giant grin upon her face lifted up her right leg up and waited for the perfect moment when Victoria was about to scream her submission. Thorne did not hesitate as she crammed as much of her right foot into Justice’s mouth. “Go ahead Vicky give it a big kiss.” The redhead could not help herself from laughing as Victoria was utterly humiliated by her rival. Bella kept her foot in Victoria’s mouth for a solid 3 minutes before taking it out and asking Justice, “so, who’s my sorry little bitch?” Heart broken and humiliated, Victoria looked up at Bella, “I am, I’m your bitch.”
A smiling Bella sprung back up to her feet, “finally, that’s all I wanted to hear, what took you so long?” Tossing her jacket and shoes back on Thorne left the room leaving Victoria to ponder what her next move was and if she would ever dare challenge Bella again.
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Nice work on both stories. The pint sized Lucy Hale make for a perfect victim.
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Good Job on the Team Slayer Story. No doubt how such a match would have actually gone! ;D
Cant say the same for the Lacey story :-\. Great work regardless, and good job to IAMRODGERS and Jimi as well. Let's hope my follow up can match.
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Bella Thorne vs Chloe Moretz - Match 2
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To say that Chloe Moretz and Bella Thorne did not have friendly relationship would be considered an understatement. When they both agreed to a rematch in a hotel room, the buzz hit the internet like a storm. When news hit that both women agreed to Ultimate Surrender rules, many more turned out, wondering to see what a type of fight with those rules would bring. What they got, was a fight of unparallel ferocity and stubbornness as neither women was willing to submit to the other.
There had been close call at points during the match, like when Bella had Chloe trapped in a vicious armbar, nearly breaking Chloe arm in the process. Or when Chloe had Bella trapped in the baby swing bow and arrow, causing immense pressure to Bella’s four appendages.
It was this point things got even meaner, such as Bella forcing Chloe into a matchbox submission, and coupled it with a vicious crotch claw, attacking her womanhood with clear relish. Chloe returned the favor in her own way by forcing Bella’s head into the hotel room toilet, nearly drowning her before forcing her to eat soap. It had been a grueling battle, with each women battle attire being completely torn apart, leaving them both naked.
However it seemed that match was reaching a close as Bella and Chloe were now on the bed, with Bella sitting behind Chloe, her legs wrapped around Chloe’s waist and her arms trapping her in a sleeperhold. Chloe, despite her exhaustion, kept struggling to break free as Bella shook off her still wet hair from her face and gritted her teeth, saying.
“Bitch, just give up!” as Bella tighten the hold, tightening Chloe’s airways. Chloe spat out at her request and tried to yank Bella’s arm, turning her body side to side to break free. Bella grunted in effort as she maintained the hold, quite frustrated by Chloe’s stubbornness.
“Cmon Chloe, you know the rules, say you give up, and I’ll let you go!”
“I doubt that very much bitch!” responded Chloe, at which Bella, with a frustrated humph, tighten her hold even more, severely limiting Chloe’s oxygen supply. Chloe eyes widen as she felt this, and she tugged and slapped at Bella arms in desperation. Bella simply gritted her teeth at Chloe efforts and keep the hold, and shortly after, Chloe’s struggles grew weaker and weaker, until finally, she passed out.
Bella keep the hold for a few seconds, making sure Chloe was out before letting good. Chloe slumped onto the bed as Bella got off, her hands on her hips, feeling a weird mixture of satisfaction and frustration.
Sure, for all intents and purposes she had won, but Chloe refused to give her the surrender she desired. Bella took a look at her bag of toys, then to the camera, and smile deviously, thinking that while Chloe hadn’t surrendered initially, she would surrender after Bella done with her.
Walking to the bag, Bella grabbed it and took it towards the sleeping Chloe. Rummaging through it, Bella pulled out some plastic cords and brought it over to Chloe. With them, Bella tied Chloe’s hands tightly behind her back and to a lesser degree, Chloe’s legs before dragging her to the middle of the bed and sitting on her belly saying.
“Hey there!” Bella slapped her in the face a few times, “Wake up! I’m not done with you!” Chloe eyes fluttered open as she slowly regained consciousness, only to see her opponent sitting on her stomach with a smug look on her face saying.
“Had a good nap slut?” Chloe was now wide awake seeing Bella on top of her, and she tried to push her off in response. However Bella was too well seated and it did nothing except reward her with a resounding slap to the face. As Chloe recoiled in pain, Bella simply laughed and continued.
“Well Chloe, looks like I’m the winner today! Now smile for the camera and surrender like a good girl and it all be over.” Chloe snorted in response and retorted.
“And give you that satisfaction? Over my dead body!” Bella giggled in response and lifted her legs over Chloe, hovering her feet over her face.
“Cmon Chloe, don’t make it harder for yourself. Just kiss my feet and say that I’m the better women and I’ll go easy on youuuuuuuuu!!!” Bella taunt was interrupted suddenly as Chloe lunged upwards and bit hard on Bella’s toes.
The pain caught Bella off guard and she quickly tried to pull away, causing her to tumble off of Chloe and the bed and onto the floor hard. Chloe laughed at her opponent’s clumsiness as Bella got up, anger filling her due to her rival humiliating her so and rewarded the trapped Chloe with another resounding slap saying.
“Fine, you want to do this the hard way, my pleasure!” Bella walked over to her bag of toys and rummaged through it again. After a few seconds, Bella pulled out her desire tool, a strap on with a large dildo on it, which she quickly put before turning to Chloe. Pushing Chloe onto her stomach, so that she was facing the bottom part of the bed, Bella stood in front of Chloe’s face. Chloe’s brief look of fear at her strap on was an euphoria for Bella as she stated.
“Well Chloe, while technically the match isn’t over, I think it’d be safe to say that I won for all intents. And for the winner goes the spoils…” Bella licked her lips in anticipation for which Chloe gave a grimace of disgust
“ But dear, I’m not a cruel women, so I’ll give you one last chance to surrender.” At which Bella moved forward so that the dildo teased against Chloe’s face. “Give up, name me the better women and I’ll use a lubricant.”
Chloe for a second seemed like she was going to yield, but her hatred for her opponent won out and she simply spat towards Bella’s face. Bella retched back in disgust as the spit covered her face, at which Chloe laughed again. With restrained fury, Bella wiped the spit slowly before smacking Chloe in the face hard, saying.
“Okay bitch, that the way you want it, you got it!” With that Bella got on the bed and kneeled right behind Chloe while forcing her to her knees. Leaning on top of Chloe, Bella placed the dildo between Chloe’s cheeks while groping one of her breasts, causing Chloe to shiver slightly as Bella said.
“You know, I cant help but wonder if this will be your first time dear! In front of the camera no less! Tell me Chloe, is it your first time? Chloe tried to control her shaking, gritted her teeth and replied.
“We all know this isn’t your first time whoreeee!!!!” Chloe screamed as Bella clawed at Chloe’s breast in response to her defiance. Bella grinned at her screams and for a second held it, before inserting the dildo into Chloe’s womenhood and started fucking her.
Bella was not gentle and Chloe gritted her teeth in response and tried her best to endure it, giving off involuntary gasps in the process. Meanwhile Bella was clearly relishing the moment in front of the camera and she fondled Chloe’s breasts and clit while taunting with each thrust.
“This is for taking the Ariel role from me…. This is for beating me last time… This is for thinking your better than me!!” And she continued this for several minutes, laughing as she felt her rival getting wetter and wetter involuntarily as a single tear fell down Chloe’s face. Bella eventually stopped for a second and pulled at Chloe’s hair so that she could look into Chloe’s eyes saying.
“Alright Chloe, before I force you to cum, I’ll give you one last chance. Give up and admit that I’m the better women and I’ll let you go.” Chloe, faced with the choice of admitting that Bella was better than her or cumming in front of the whole world, hesitated for a second before slowly sputtering.
“I… I…” Bella perked up her ear, waiting to hear the words that she so desperately wanted. Yet the smug look on Bella face ignited the hatred Chloe had for her and she finished her sentence. “I THINK YOUR NOTHING MORE THAN A TALENTLESS WHORE!”
Bella gave a cry of frustration and pushed Chloe violently down to the bed and started to fuck her unceasingly. Bella was denied a final victory and she took out her anger in full, thrusting the dildo into Chloe’s womenhood harder and harder, causing Chloe’s assets to jiggle more and more. Chloe eyes continued to tear up more as she tried to denied the ecstasy building up. Her gasps became more frequent and frequent, and more vocal to the camera as Bella pushed harder and harder.
“Ah.. Ah.. Ah… Ah… Ah… AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Chloe screamed out in unwanted ecstasy as she finally cummed all over the bed, covering Bella slightly in the process. Bella giggled in response and slowly pulled out, wiping the liquid off her body and wiping them onto to Chloe. Getting off the bed, Bella stood over the heavily breathing Chloe, hands on her hips, more satisfied now before turning to the camera.
“Hope you enjoyed the show folks! Looks like Miss. Innocent is not so innocent anymore!” At which Bella gave a smile to the camera and turned to Chloe once last time, leaning over and saying. “Hope you learned your lesson slut. And if you want another match to finally decide this, be my guess, till then, its been fun!”
At which Bella then turned to the camera again, did a victory pose with the mewling Chloe next to her, finishing off with a smile. She then put on some clothes and left the room, looking forward to hear how she utterly beaten Chloe on all the social medias. Chloe was left to shudder and moaned in humiliation, weeping a small tear from being beaten by her hated rival. She swore that Bella would pay, and when they meet each other in the decider match, she’ll have her revenge.
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Magnificent work, AK! That was something else! You may have just set a new bar. Haha. Terrifically done! Thanks for the contributions!
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Penny vs Max 5
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Winning had its privileges. When she had arrived in New York for her rematch with Max, Penny couldn't afford to stay in the city, so she took a room in a cheap motel in New Jersey. But following her win, she suddenly found a suite in a five star Manhattan hotel made available to her, and the waitress/struggling actress from Pasadena found herself lounging in the lap of luxury. True, her body was still sore from the match, and her skin mottled with bruises. Even her scalp still hurt from all of the hairpulling which that brunette bitch had done. But soaking in a sunken tub and enjoying aromatherapy massages, courtesy of her newfound benefactors, made the discomfort much more bearable. After three days, she started feeling healed enough to...reluctantly...make plans to fly back home to California.
But her travel plans were put on hold by an unexpected demand. It seems that Max, still furious days later over her defeat, was insisting on an immediate rematch. Still not at her fighting peak, the blonde was prepared to defer the rematch to a later date, but when she learned that Max was spreading the word that Penny's victory was only dumb luck, the seething Californian agreed.
The match was held in the very same hotel where she was staying, up in the penthouse apartment. Both battlers were clearly far from their physical apex, still nursing their aches and pains from the previous match. Nonetheless, the sheer hatred they shared for one another fueled them through a brutal brawl that quickly saw both buxom beauties stripped nude.
As with all of their matches, the pendulum swung repeatedly between the two, with both holding the upper hand multiple times. But finally, one battler seized control and would not relinquish it, slapping and battering her rival's lush body, wrenching and yanking her limbs, and mercilessly mauling her still-tender breasts. Then, the end came when this warrior trapped her foe in a Hangman's Stretch, reaching behind herself to cup her hands around her opponent's chin, lifting her feet up off of the carpeted floor. Penny gritted her teeth as she lifted the yowling Max up, agonizingly stretching her neck and spine across her shoulder. "Give up!" the blonde hissed.
Max held out as long as possible, until she started to furiously tap at her tormentor's hands. Penny released her hold, and the brunette slid down her back into a crumpled heap on the floor. But the blonde wasn't done with her yet. "Something wrong with your mouth?" she snarled. "I didn't hear you say you give up. Well, since you're not feeling talkative, let's keep the silence going." The exhausted brunette's eyes went wide with terror as her triumphant nemesis pinned her and pressed her breasts down upon the New Yorker's face. Twice now within 72 hours, Max tasted the sweat of Penny's skin in her mouth, felt the sting in her eyes, and was smothered into inky unconsciousness.
Sitting up and glaring down at her slumbering foe, Penny rasped, "That's twice in a row. And I promise you, bitch, you will never beat me again."
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Anna Kendrick vs Dove Cameron
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“So I’m a jobber right, does this look like something a jobber would do?” A gloating Anna Kendrick screamed as she delivered a mean punt to Dove Cameron as the small blonde crumpled from being on all fours to face and chest first to the floor. A group of on looking female celebrities gathering all around the action. Anna was fed up of hearing how weak she was and ready to rid herself of her jobber status as quickly emphatically as possible.
Anna mounted Dove’s back as she quickly unclasped the younger blonde’s bra before pulling it off of her shoulders. Kendrick, all smiles, twirled it around her head for a while before tossing it into the crowd, “there’s a little souvenir courtesy of me.” Little Dove was in big trouble as she screamed while Anna grabbed each of her wrists and forcefully pulled them behind the blonde’s back before proceeding to use Cameron’s own bra to tie her wrists together.
Picking her opponent’s head up by the hair, Anna revealed Dove’s teary eyed face to the audience, “Now, this is what a real jobber looks like.” Kendrick then, with little effort, rolled Cameron over and on top of her. Happily moving her right hand around Dove’s body, Anna used her thumb and forefinger to pinch onto the blonde’s right nipple inducing a whiny scream from the younger as she was helpless to stop her opponent while the gathering crowd watched intently.
“That’s enough screaming from you, ya big loser!” With Dove’s mouth fully agape Anna maneuvered her left arm and wrapped it around the blonde’s neck and squeezed with all she had making her bicep bulge. Dove was immediately silenced and began to cough and turn red while Anna wrenched on her choke as she simultaneously gave Dove’s nipple a hard twist.
In such a dominant position, Anna did not let go of her dual hold while the weakened Dove began fading fast with nowhere to go. The adrenaline filled brunette just kept choking her opponent out even after Dove’s body had gone limp. It seemed like Anna would never relinquish the hold when Dove’s friend Kelli Berglund ran in and pulled Anna off of her friend. Shocked and angry that Kelli would interfere in her match and whatever humiliation she may have in store for Dove, Anna stormed off screaming, “don’t ever let me see you again you little bitch or I’ll make you my bitch!” Not thinking much of it now, Kelli was just relieved to have helped her friend get out of the predicament. But, would she regret sticking her nose into Anna’s affairs?
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Krysten Ritter vs Deborah Ann Woll
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Deborah stared dumbly towards the ceiling of the room, moaning and twisting her body as she attempted to get free. Her opponents Krysten Ritter, smiled as she held her opponent in a matchbook submission, enjoying as she held her opponent in such a humiliating hold. With Deborah’s ass sticking to the sky, Krysten stroked Deborah’s long legs, before looking down towards her saying.
“Well well, looks like we’ve proven who the superior woman is! Don’t you agree Deborah?” Deborah moaned in response and said in response.
“Uhhhh! This doesn’t prove anything! Just wait till I get outttttttttt!!!!!” Deborah screamed in pain as Krysten rolled her eyes to Deborah’s defiance and lazily clawed at Deborah’s womanhood. Deborah eye’s started to tear as she desperately tried to break out of the submission hold, but Krysten was stronger and all she did was pull a shit eating grin in response.
Krysten was clearly not new to the claw as she deftly tore apart Deborah’s lingerie panties, removing the only defense Deborah had. Krysten hand was deft, moving between Deborah’s clit, and womanhood equally, each bringing a fresh scream from Deborah. While one hand worked at Deborah crotch, the other toyed with Deborah’s face, pinching her nose, smothering his mouth, while sometimes coming down and clawed at Deborah’s breasts. After a few minutes of this, Deborah, her eyes now fully brimmed with tears, screamed through hacking sobs.
“I.. I… I GIVVEEE!!!! LET ME GO PLEASE!!!!” Krysten gave a triumphant humph in response and said.
“Say it then, say what I want to hear!” Deborah hacked and cried for a second before saying.
“You’re the better women!” Krysten teased Deborah’s crotch a tiny bit saying.
“And?”
“I’m…. I’m” said Deborah slowly, “I’m an ugly whore, and you’re better looking in every way!” Krysten spared Deborah’s crotch, and smiled to the camera before turning to Deborah and saying.
“Good that you learned! Now it’s time for you to take your rightful place!” At which Krysten then reposition herself to stand over Deborah’s head, swaying her hips side to side, Krysten pulled up her underwear in a wedgie, before she planted her ass onto Deborah face.
Deborah gave a muffled screamed as Krysten’s ass cut off her airways. She twisted her legs futilely in an attempt to break free, but Krysten held firm as clawed at Deborah’s womanhood again, bringing in fresh screams from Deborah. Yet after a few minutes, Deborah’s motions started to get weaker and weaker and weaker. Finally after a final struggle and effort, Deborah gave in and fell unconscious. Krysten smiled to the camera in response and said.
“And let that be a lesson to any girl who wants to take me on!” At which Krysten then does a seated victory pose to the camera for a few seconds, before getting up and leaving Deborah knocked out in the middle of the room
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Brilliant, AK! I love myself some Krysten, so that was wicked. Fantastic work indeed! You're killing it! ;D
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In fact, great work by everybody! Love it. Awesome to see Anna Kendrick involved (and winning! ;D), and that Cuoco/Dennings rivalry is out of control. Brilliant!!
Great work by all. You've made this thread a beauty.
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Jennifer Lawrence vs Kate Upton
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Grabbing Kate by the hair, Jennifer yanked her opponent's head down, even as she brought her own knee up. There was the thud of the joint slamming into the supermodel's forehead, and although Upton remained standing, her glazed eyes made it plain that staying vertical was more a matter of luck than ability at the moment.
It had been a tremendous catfight brawl between the two statuesque blondes, but now that she held the upper hand, Lawrence was intent on not simply winning, but doing so memorably...and delivering a healthy dose of humiliation to the haughty Upton as well. Thus, she had a clear plan of action when she grabbed her opponent by her matted mane of golden hair and dragged her, stumbling, to the sliding glass door that looked out upon the large patio balcony of the Manhattan penthouse. Pushing the door open, Lawrence let a gust of wintry air into the room, confusing the elite spectators. And when she dragged Upton out onto the patio, more than a few of the observers silently feared that Jennifer might just intend to throw her rival off of the building!
There was a light dusting of snow upon the balcony, and the bare feet of the two blondes left prints as they made their way across the concrete pad. And although the battle had left both hot and covered with sweat, the below-freezing night air quickly stiffened their nipples, which poked through their flimsy bikini halters. Kate was starting to stir from her stupor with a moan when they reached their destination: the steel flagpole that stood in one corner of the balcony.
Jennifer suddenly threw a punch into Kate's belly, her fist sinking deep. The impact caused Upton to gasp loudly, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. At that moment, Lawrence pressed her adversary's face to the metal pole, and...as every Northern child learns in the schoolyard...her saliva instantly froze to the steel, causing Kate's tongue to stick to the pole! Snapping out of her daze, Upton tried to pull herself free, but to no avail. Tears in her eyes, the sweat of her body glistening in the frigid night air, her arms flailing in panic, she grunted "I IV UHH! III IIVVVV UUUHHHHH!", which was interpreted by the spectators as her submission.
Triumphant, Jennifer strutted across the balcony and returned to the warmth of the penthouse, while several gentlemen went for a glass of warm water to pour upon the hapless Upton's tongue to free her from her icy predicament.
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Tongue stuck to a flagpole! Love it! :D
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Kate will surely demand a rematch....on the beach...in the tropics (or in July in Manhatten)!?
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Great finish to the fight - Kate was tongue-tied!
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Sandman, you've earned a hearty LOL from me. :D
And Ginny, I suspect you may just be right. ;)
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that second one sounds good
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Thank you to all of the authors on this thread! All of the stories have been outstanding!
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I just wanted to take a moment as we verge on a fairly momentous occasion, if you'll indulge me.
When I started this thread a few weeks back, I figured it would last for two, maybe three pages, and then fade down the board. I expected to contribute a few little scenarios, and that a couple of others would add some bits, and that was that.
Well, here we are 19 pages, and nearly 20,000 VIEWS, later! If any other thread has ever been this well received, I don't know of it.
I just want to thank everyone who has made this such an enjoyable success. Not just those who also share their work (and that is always strongly encouraged!), but those who also take the time to comment on what they've enjoyed, and even those who read in silence, but like what we're doing just the same.
So a toast to each and every one of you for the success of this thread. Long may it run!
Jack
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Emilia Clarke vs Nathalie Emmanuel
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Nathalie Emmanuel had had enough! She was over playing second fiddle to Emilia Clarke on and off the screen, and it certainly did not help that the small brunette was such a pretentious bitch about it. Nat finally snapped and took out all of her frustrations on Emilia using her definitive size advantage to toss Emilia around.
Clarke was in real peril and suffering from exhaustion as Emmanuel had the smaller woman pinned up against an interior wall of her trailer. Nat even had Emilia’s hands pinned up above her head and held them firmly in place just using her left hand. With her arms raised above her head, Emilia’s tight t-shirt lifted upward exposing her midriff and giving Nathalie an extremely tantalizing target and the larger woman did not hesitate to send a right handed punch into Emilia’s belly. Clarke let out a gasp for air and a few coughs while her belly turned red.
“I’ve been dreaming about this moment for years, and it certainly has not disappointed.” Loving the feeling of this as well as the sounds it made come from her opponent, Nathalie sent 9 more stiff punches into Emilia’s stomach pummeling her and taking away what little fight Clarke may have had left. Fully recognizing this, Nathalie let go of Emilia’s arms and watched in pure happiness as the smaller woman immediately collapsed onto all fours.
“Who’s the real Queen now bitch?” Nat demanded an answer from her downed opponent and without much hesitation Emilia responded, “You are the Queen.” This invoked an ear to ear smile from Nathalie as she kicked off her shoes, “that’s correct, and since you are down there already why don’t you kiss your Queen’s foot!” Nat raised her right foot and pressed it up against Emilia’s full lips and waited while the defeated woman gave her current situation a little thought. Clarke quickly came to the conclusion that degrading herself for a moment would probably be a much better choice than the alternative as she puckered her lips and planted a kiss onto the top of Nathalie’s foot.
“Not bad, but certainly not good enough for a Queen!” Nathalie suddenly wrapped her arms around Emilia’s waist and pulled the small brunette up slightly in between her legs and began to squeeze and crush on Clarke’s head with her thighs. With Emilia stuck in place, Nathalie grabbed Emilia’s skirt at the hips and slid it down Clarke’s legs. As the skirt landed at Emilia’s ankles Nathalie took hold of Clarke’s white cotton panties and yanked upwards exposing the trapped woman’s butt cheeks and shriek outward, “you bitch!”
Nathalie did nothing other than laugh as she held on tightly to Emilia, “that’s Queen Bitch to you.” She pulled up even harder wedging the panties deeper into Clarke as the tiny beauty was forced to stand on her tip toes. Nat could feel Emilia’s leg starting to shake as the defeated woman was weakening with every passing moment, so the vindictive winner decided to give the loser a bit of rest the hard way as Nathalie dropped down to her knees forcing Emilia’s head along with her until the tiny beauties face smashed onto the floor. The impact was more then what Emilia could take as she quickly fell into dreamland.
The scrap was over now and Nathalie knew she had accomplished exactly what she had set out to do as she left her longtime co-star lying in a heap on the floor. Nat figured she would never have to deal with Emilia talking down to her again. She knew that Emilia wouldn’t want to be beaten again and strongly believed Emilia would not dare challenge her.
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HV, "canyon of cleavage" is my new favorite phrase of the day! Magnificent work, and thank you for proving that Kat/Kaley is as exciting as Max/Penny. :D
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Really like Emilia Clarke has an arrogant jobber, she might be able to take down some other fellow ultra-jobbers but not much beyond that
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Not sure if she's ever been brought up but how about a fight with Sarah Rafferty? (Donna From Suits)
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Here's a trio of goodness from one of my all-time favorite writers, the Walkin' Dude, who whipped these up just for this thread. Enjoy, as I have! :D
Troian Bellisario vs Nina Dobrev
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Troian wrenched back on Nina’s trapped right arm, a simple act that stretched the other brunette’s exhausted abdomen and forced her ribs against the intruding post of Bellisario’s left thigh. Bracing her right hand just above Dobrev’s right hip, Troian gave that exposed flank a sharp squeeze and sank into a deep squat. “Give it up, Nina.” the domineering bendyback demanded. “Give it up before I use you up.” she emphasized this point by flattening her unencumbered hand into a paddle and SMACKING Dobrev’s battle-sheened ribs.
Nina shook her head in weary negation made all the more ramshackle by the beads of sweat that dripped from the tip of her nose to ‘plink’ on the canvas below. “Go to hell, Troian.” she huffed. “My abs can take anything you’ve gotNNNGGGHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!”
Bellisario crooked her smackin’ hand into a claw, secured it above her prey’s kidney and sank those five tines in deep. Nina shrieked pitiably but didn’t surrender outright so Troian put her left hand against the side of the other brunette’s face and proceeded to SHOVE her up n’ down no less than half a dozen times. Dobrev sobbed again, her left arm limp and useless, her right hand pushing weakly against Bellisario’s jaw.
“Your abs are done, honey.” Troi said once the savage seesawing fit subsided. “But there are plenty of other interesting targets.” Her right hand spidered around Dobrev’s hip and tiptoed down the front of her sturdy red briefs to settle into a gentle grip between the defenseless wrestler’s thighs.
Nina closed her eyes, swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to mute the roar of the small, well-heeled crowd. “I give, Troian. I’m done. You win.”
Bellisario nodded. “I know.”
Then she clamped down on Dobrev’s crotch until her knuckles turned white.
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Bella Thorne vs Neve Campbell
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“Guuuhhhhh…. get offa me, you ancient slob!”
Bella Thorne meant for it to sound authoritative, a command that would result in immediate compliance. Unfortunately her words came out sludgy and sullen, a direct result of having the point of her chin wedged into the southern end of her opponent’s glutes.
Neve Campbell smirked, twined her toes in the tyro’s coppery locks and gave ‘em a short, sharp tug! Hands on her thighs at the moment, Neve took a deep breath, tilted her head back and smoothed out long dark hair, which wasn’t the slightest bit damp. “We both know you’ve lost, kitten.” Campbell spoke to Thorne as if the pinned woman hadn’t spoken. “You can admit it now or you can admit it with my ass on your nose. Choice is yours.”
“FUCK YOU!” Bella kicked her legs up with every intention of wrapping her calves around the veteran’s neck. But the road to hell is paved with good intentions, as the outmatched ingénue discovered when Neve jabbed a straight right hand into the center of those coral pink briefs. Bella’s legs collapsed even faster than they rose and the resultant nausea left Thorne so stunned she didn’t recognize the danger until the shadow of Campbell’s haunches hung directly over her face.
“DonNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHH FUCKING WHORE!”
The scream that echoed off the rafters was a bit nasal, yet not muffled in the slightest.
“Like your present, little girl?” Neve smirked as she pinched Bella’s nose between her cheeks while leaning back at an angle that kept her foe’s mouth clear.
“STAAAAAAAAHHHP!” Thorne wailed less than ten seconds into humiliating predicament. “I QUIT! I QUIT! JUST GET OFFA MY FACE!”
Neve made a show of adjusting her simple black bottoms. “Do you want your nose back?”
“YES!” Bella squealed.
“Ask for it.” “GIVE ME MY NOSE BACK YOU OLD BITCH!”
“In a minute.”
Looking satisfied, Neve tugged Thorne’s cups aside, grasped her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched until the redhead asked in a much kindlier tone.
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Demi Lovato vs Allison Mack
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Strong hands laced across the back of her opposition’s skull, the blonde pushed down on her Full Nelson and treated that thick waist to another long constriction of her Bodyscissors. “Done, Lovato?” she asked after the initial groan & thrash died down.
Demi Lovato couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ so she waggled an index finger. “Not a chance, blondie. I’m gonna break this just as soon as WHOOOAAHHOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Allison Mack rolled onto her back, which pulled the struggling, panting brunette into her lap. Not for long though. Only a heartbeat or two went by before the flaxen fireplug popped her hips and sat up, a shift that THWHUMPED Demi’s tailbone into the mat with ring-shivering force.
“Didn’t I bounce you enough the first time, girl?” Lovato could hear the smirk in her opponent’s voice and she hated her for it. “I get the whole confidence angle you’re playing, but there’s a fine line between confidence and stupidity. And it’s fast approachHERGH!”
Denied all other options, Demi buried her hands in Mack’s hair and tried to liberate it from her scalp.
Enduring in silence after the first startled hiss, Allison used the Scissors and Nelson to roll the brunette onto her belly. That meant Mack crawled into a mount on the small of her rival’s back, a fact Demi discovered when Allison planted her feet and REEFED back on her hold.
Bent into something like a tipped over ‘L’ by this combination of Full Nelson and Camel Clutch, Lovato trapped a scream behind her teeth for a full fifteen seconds. But when the dam broke, it broke fast and loud.
“AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH I SUBMIT! LEGGO! LEGGO! DAMMIT ALI, GET OFF BEFORE YOU BREAK MY BACK!”
Allison released the clasp with a flourish, allowing the aching, beaten battler to flop facedown on the mat. “Your back’ll be just fine after an ice bath, cutie.” Mack said with a smile. “Pride might take a little longer, but it’ll come back too… long as you stay out of my face.”
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Awww... Nina. :(
Terrific stories! Absolutely awesome work. Thanks for the share!!
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Great stories as always, JJ!
Thank you for sharing.
P.S. I love 1619626's idea about having Sarah Rafferty in one of these stories. She's always been my favorite on "The Suits". A gorgeous redhead with amazing long legs. I bet her scissors can do some real damage.
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P.P.S. Great picture of Sophia, a few days ago. One of my faves from the past. Many moons ago, I used to fantasize about her crushing her opponents between those powerful thighs.
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Doing a story with Selena Gomez would be nice, maybe against Demi lavato or Miley.
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P.P.S. Great picture of Sophia
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I saw the name Sophia and got excited. :(
BUT, that photo of old Sofia is amazing!! Great share Don!
I plan on writing a couple things over the next couple of days, but who knows exactly when.
And RE: Gomez/Lovato... I wrote one for that match-up. It may be a few (or quite a few?) pages back. But there is one there for those interested.
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A few more pics of Sofia (Sophia):
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Back in the 60's, not too many gals could go toe to toe with her.
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Having a story with Chloe bennet would be hot.
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how about chole bennet v emily osmont
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some pics
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That first pic is NOT Bennet.
Who should win though?
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This is Chloe Bennet
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Nina Dobrev vs Ashley Benson
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Ashley Benson had always been known as someone who would run her mouth to anyone. The blonde was supremely confident all the time and the bitch seemed to always be able to back it up by leaving rival after rival underneath her foot.
It looked like it was bound to happen again as Ashley had Nina Dobrev nearly out of breathe kneeling in front of her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head as she wobbled about. Benson grabbed two handfuls of Dobrev’s brunette hair which forced Nina to look up at her “I bet I could ruin this pretty face of yours, what would you think about that?” Not bothering to respond, Nina gave Ashley her answer in a different way as she caught the arrogant blonde with her proverbial pants down stunning Benson with an uppercut low blow.
Ashley let out a bit of a whimper while her knees buckled inward and Nina did not hesitate to send a second then third low blow to Benson. The blonde could not handle another shot and collapsed down onto her knees which put the two beauties now face to face. Nina could see the fear and doubt creep into Ashley’s face, “not so cocky anymore are you?” Benson was stunned her jaw nearly dropping to the floor as what appeared to be yet another victory had quickly gone awry and quickly became much worse when Nina’s forehead met the bridge of her nose rocking the blonde until she lost her balance and fell onto her back clutching her face and seeing stars.
Benson’s normal arrogance was all but gone as Dobrev crawled on top of her and used her knees to pin the blonde’s arms tightly to the floor. Nina then readjusted herself as she spun around to where she was now facing Ashley’s body, the brunette’s backside leaning downward pressing up against Benson’s chin pushing her head back flat on the ground. Ashley’s mounds heaved up and down as the exhausted blonde was trapped on her back and Nina noticed the two inviting targets and balled her fist up tightly and began raining down punches into Benson’s breasts rapidly.
The blonde yelled in screamed in agony as her breasts were pummeled by Nina, who instead of stopping there, grabbed Ashley’s top and ripped it in half down the middle to expose the blonde’s mounds. Dobrev then used her claws to dig into Benson’s soft skin and maul her breasts firmly which brought Ashley to tears as she screamed out loud a demoralizing defeat, “I submit, I submit, you win!”
Nina laughed as she refused to let go of Ashley’s breasts, “not quite yet bitch, “Admit I’m better than you first!” Benson thought about it for a moment but the pain was unbearable and with the tears streaming down her face now Ashley yelled, “you are Nina’ you are better than I will ever be.”
“That’s right Ashley and don’t you forget it!” Nina let go of the blonde’s breasts and on her way up gave a Benson a hard stomp to the gut for good measure. Benson curled up into a ball on the floor as Nina celebrated her victory by placing her foot on top of Ashley’s cheek.
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Great work on Nina/Ashley!
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Flashback 1955: Sophia Loren vs Gina Lollobridgida
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The Italian curse words were hurled through the air, hissed through gritted teeth: "Figa!" "Faccia a culo!" "Porca puttanta!" "Vai a farti fottere!" "Bacha ma culo, zoccola!" Someone had made the mistake of inviting both Sophia and Gina to the party, and it didn't take long before the exchange of catty remarks erupted into a full-scale catfight!
Their dresses long since shredded, the buxom Italian beauties battled like Roman gladiators, neither asking nor granting quarter. Both teetered on the edge of exhaustion now, their limbs leaden as their fulsome chests heaved to fill their searing lungs with breath, their legs entwined as they rolled back and forth across the mansion's floor. Strands of chestnut and black hair littered the carpeting, and the skin of each actress was marred by scratches and bruises.
The end came quickly. Lollobridgida raked her nails across her hated rival's eyes; Loren's shriek of pain was cut short as the sound was muffled by Gina pressing her breasts into Sophia's face, smothering her. Gina wrapped her arms around her foe's head and her legs around her waist, pulling Sophia in tight against her own body. Suddenly, Lollobridgida screamed, and it became quickly obvious that in desperation, Loren had sunk her teeth into her tormentor's tit! It became a contest of endurance now to see which starlet could outlast the other.
Finally, Sophia ceased to move, and Gina knew she had smothered her nemesis out. With a rasping laugh of triumph, she tauntingly continued to rub her breasts into the slumbering Sophia's sweaty face, until she finally released her hold. Struggling to stand up, Lollobridgida planted a foot victoriously on the chest of her beaten foe and snarled one last "Puttanta!" toward her.
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A very nice blast from the past.
Thanks, JJ!
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Fantastic, Nina vs Ashley was a joy to read and so was the flashback fight, one of the most humiliating moves to lose by. Great work
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Sophie Turner vs Bella Thorne
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Sophie Turner had never been in a real fight before and that fact became quite evident mere moments into her scrap with Bella Thorne. As soon as Bella attacked Sophie was in over her head unable to defend most everything that Bella threw at her. To make matters worse the cocky American verbally taunted and mocked the Brit the entire time.
“This is way too easy, why the hell did you even bother coming here today?” Bella did receive an answer to her question but instead heard the weak whimpers from her fellow redhead who was curled up into a ball at Thorne’s feet. Sophie’s clothing tattered and hair completely disheveled wondering to herself why she thought she could hang with Bella who was quickly getting a reputation of a bitch you don’t want to mess with.
Bella grabbed a folding chair from out of the closet and propped it upright before going back to Sophie and, grabbing a handful of red hair, drug the young Brit along with her and draped Sophia belly first on top of her lap. Turner, beaten up and sore, laid in perfect position while Thorne pulled the Brit’s sweat pants down off of her endless legs until they came to rest around Sophie’s ankles. The tearful Brit kicked her legs upside down as Bella pulled Sophie’s cotton panties down enough to reveal her entire backside.
“Now let’s see if I can’t make your ass about the same color as this precious hair of yours!” Sophie let out a scream of “nooooo!” when Bella used her open right hand and started to spank Sophie’s pale white ass from one cheek to the other repeatedly. Thorne’s bitchy side on full display as she seemed to be enjoying herself beyond belief while she changed the color of Sophie’s derriere. This was all just too much for Sophie to take and with tears filling her eyes, Turner admitted defeat at the hands of Bella.
Giving Sophie a few more spanks just to get a couple more screams from the Brit, Bella smiled, “since this is your first match it is only fitting that I finish it with a KO.” Sophie was stunned as her body froze for a moment while Bella tossed her onto the floor sitting on her sore ass with her body in between Thorne’s legs. Simultaneously Bella used her long legs to wrap tightly around Sophie’s neck while her hands grabbed each of Turner’s wrists and began to use her anaconda like vice to squeeze Sophie’s head and neck.
“You see isn’t this fun?” Turner could not answer but only cough as her face began to match her hair and backside. “Well, I’m having a blast, but it looks like the party is just about over.” Thorne looked down and Turner’s eyes flicker a few times until Sophie’s head rested angelically on Bella’s right thigh.
Releasing her tight choke hold, Bella moved back slightly which caused Sophie’s unmoving body to fall onto the floor on her back. Then, wanting to have a little fun at the loser’s expense, Bella stripped Sophie completely naked and hogtied the Brit using her own discarded clothing.
Once Sophie finally woke up and was helped out of her predicament two thoughts rolled through her mind, one was whether she should even dare trying to fight again and the other should she let Bella get away with what she did.
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Natalie Dormer (33 y/o, 5’6”, 123 lbs) vs Jennifer Lawrence (25 y/o, 5’9”, 139 lbs)
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There’s no love lost between these two Hunger Games co-stars, perhaps even less so from poor Jennifer whose defiant, fiery eyes gaze up from between Ms. Dormer’s sinewy legs, the younger girl’s nose, mouth and chin nuzzled neatly into her opponent’s crotch. Natalie looks calm and relaxed at this moment, her face more feline and subtly ferocious than ever before in the match, knowing she’s moments away from breaking everyone’s favorite It Girl.
“Come on, Katniss,” Natalie teases, wiggling about the hips and rubbing herself softly across the ragged girl’s face, “All that training, all that fanfare, and for what? A snoozefest!” Natalie scoffs, looking over her shoulder at an imagined audience.
Jennifer’s eyes are blazing, filled with humiliation and anger. Both girls are shimmering with sweat, well earned from a long back-and-forth brawl on the empty set after filming had wrapped. In one last brave attempt, Jennifer plants her palms into the cold tiled floor and pushes up, wanting to unseat the aggressive starlet. Natalie’s brow furrows as Jennifer gets leverage, the brunette working her way to her knees, then to one foot, and the other… Natalie keeps her head scissors locked in as best she can but it only allows the taller girl to lift her legs up off the ground, leaving Natalie balancing precariously on the back of her neck and shoulders!
“LET… GO!” Jennifer demands, lifting up at the waist, getting Natalie airborne a few inches. Naturally, the jealous supporting actress refuses, and instead instigates the younger starlet by grabbing a handful of messy, combat-weary hair. “FUUUUUH-!” Jennifer screams, eyes slamming shut to hold back a torrent of tears. Jennifer bends forward with the new, painful weight attached to her brown mane, then paws at Natalie’s head to grab a handful of her own! “What the f---!”
In the heat of the moment Jennifer chose the wrong side to grasp at, accidentally going for Dormer’s shaved right side and coming up empty. Instead of a hair pulling stalemate, Natalie seizes advantage and yanks poor Jennifer down HARD, face-first into the cold, unforgiving ground below. Jennifer’s can’t feel her face, but it throbs and burns all the same…
Natalie sits up after the small fall to her back and looks her dazed, crushed opponent over. Her killer smile returns as she rubs the shave side of her head. “Oopsies…”
With a soft push, Natalie rolls Jennifer to her back and is delighted at the sight of her rival eyes glazed and nose shiny, lips slightly parted, chapped and quivering. “Thank god this fucking movie is over so we can do this. I know we haven’t always seen eye-to-eye on set, but it’s been worth the wait to finally kick your buns like this. Mockingjay my ass,” Natalie sneers, shaking her head.
Jennifer can barely muster any protest as Natalie begins to mount her in reverse, a tight, sweat-glazed rump hanging inches from a suffocating end. “Night, princess,” Natalie purrs, easing her behind onto the young lead’s face, wiggling her long, luscious calves under the downed girl’s armpits to ensure an airtight lock. Salty, defeated tears stream from the corners of Jennifer’s eyes who moans in objection, but what murmurs manage to escape fall on deaf ears.
Natalie licks her lips as she bends forward, caressing her prey’s twitching, shying breasts, teasing the defenseless girl’s nipples. “Looks like it’s over for you,” Natalie sighs, “Nobody’s gonna love a beaten, broken down, piece of garbage…” Between her thumbs and index finger, Natalie clamps down on Jennifer’s tender poking lumps and TWISTS and PULLS through sweat-stained fabric, triggering a body-convulsing, mouth-widening, eye-watering cry of submission. Natalie can barely hear anything, but she knows it’s over – the most Jennifer can do is mouth her defeat dryly into Dormer’s suffocating cheeks. Feeling the power and control she has over her co-starlet is too good to pass up, so Natalie continues to bring the pain, cranking on the poor girl’s nipples until the writhing stops.
“To kill a mockingjay, or some such,” Natalie whispers, finally letting go and letting Jennifer silently weep into her moist panties. “A fruit basket would be too cliché, allow me to leave you with something a little more special… A little more… me.” The victorious vixen raises her fist and gives it a sensual, wet kiss, and hesitates for a moment… Another blurting, whimpering moan erupts from beneath Natalie as her knuckles drive into a soft, unsuspecting gut. Natalie purrs as warm air pushes into her nether region, and she reloads, driving another blunt strike into tender belly. Again and again Natalie punishes Jennifer, taking her sweet time to hammer the trembling paunch with impunity.
Over and over do the punches rain, breaking poor Jennifer down piece by piece as the night draws ever on…
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Chloe Bennet (23 y/o, 5’6”, 121 lbs) vs Krysten Ritter (33 y/o, 5’9”, 126 lbs)
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In her career, age hasn’t been something that ever held her back, but tonight as she sits exhausted, sore, and close to a full-body shut down on her stool, Krysten Ritter can’t help but think that’s what’s working against her here. What was supposed to be a cutesy Marvel-universe “Who Would Win in a Fight” marketing stunt has turned into a multi-extra round affair with both starlets absolutely incensed with one another. Discarded are the cushy oversized gloves they started with, now looking to assert their dominance over the other with wrapped “bare” knuckles, not that anybody in the audience is complaining.
Krysten is slumped forwards in her stool, breathing heavily, trying not to think about the immense ache and pain her older body has sustained. She’s completely given up listening to her corner, shoving away one of the trainers who sticks a water bottle in her face. Krysten is already the quintessential image of hurt and suffering, the last she wants to do – in her mind anyway – is add to it by gulping down any refreshments.
The other corner tells a different story – the young, athletic Chinese-American starlet from Agents of Shield is up on her feet, arms resting on the ropes beside her, eager and restless for the sixth round to begin. It’s been nearly all Bennet all match long, save for a flash knockdown in the third (and what inspired the continuation for both parties). Although Krysten attests to be in the best shape of her life after training for Jessica Jones, Chloe is clearly outshining her MCU co-star with her speed, technique, and surprising power punching. A trainer in the young fighter’s corner gives her a last bit of advice and she nods in agreement.
DING! DING!
Krysten pries herself off her stool and stomps out towards ring center, arms heavy and barely up by her waist. Chloe still has her legs under her and is quick to show that off, prancing and strafing, staying mobile and practically running circles around the raven-haired actress. Chloe dashes in, rattling off a couple alternating jabs before dashing back out, leaving Krysten blinking and with a red-marked chest. Chloe comes in again – bap bap – and hops out, then in again – bap bap – and out from a different angle, scoring at ease and painting the pale girl’s body crimson. Krysten is mouth breathing, clumsily stepping around flatfooted while her spry opponent continues to zip in and sting her, disappearing before she can get her hands on the speedster.
Unquestionably confident at her ability to pick apart her rival at will, Chloe sarcastically blows a kiss towards the reeling Ritter, which stings the mock-super hero’s ego even further. Krysten frowns and lumbers forwards, trying to trap Chloe along the ropes or herd her into the nearby corner, but Chloe proves to be too slippery for the exhausted fighter. Krysten continues to lumber towards Chloe, this time swinging a wild, sweeping forearm, trying to clobber the younger vixen. Chloe ducks just in the nick of time, but comes up and smashes heads with an off-balance Ritter whose nose is done in by the younger brunette’s crown.
“NYUHHHH!” Krysten whines, her hands shooting up to her face which has gone numb and tingly. A wide-eyed Krysten Ritter turns to see a determined, pissed-off Chloe Bennet who’s squared up and ready to let fists fly: In a compact little package, the tanned beauty starts tattooing Krysten’s sides with reefing alternating hooks, then a cross up top to swivel the head, more body punishment, a rising uppercut to one breast, then the other… Krysten is just absorbing and gasping, taking and moaning, hurting and shaking. Enough’s enough and the Jessica Jones star collapses forwards into a clinch, hanging onto the smaller girl for dear life.
“I fucking own you, super girl,” Chloe whispers dryly into one ear. Krysten frowns, chin and jaw firmly nuzzled into her opponent’s shoulder, feeling a woozy sensation that makes her want to hurl. Chloe finally pushes Krysten off and towards the ropes where the pale actress bounces off and into a brutal night-ending straight right that dumps the older actress on her back, mouth wide open, eyes slammed shut.
“Count ‘er, ref,” Chloe says as she saunters back to her corner with a walking-away-from-an-explosion swagger.
“One… two… three…” the ref chants, Krysten laying underneath, chest heaving almost in rhythm to the count. “Four… five… six…” Krysten’s eyes flutter open, the bright arena lights nearly blinding her from above. “Seven… eight… ni…” Like a zombie, practically on auto-pilot, the resilient Krysten Ritter sits up, blood streaming down one nostril, eyes vacant with a dead stare. “Ni… nine…!” The ref counts, hesitating to get the final count out. Against all odds, Krysten returns to her feet where she wavers on unsteady legs. A small nod in the general direction of the ref signals she’s ready to keep going, and the stunned ref allows the crazy bout to continue.
In anger, Chloe stomps her foot down on the canvas and bites down on her mouthguard – she can’t believe what she just saw. It takes her a moment, but she eventually shakes the disbelief out of her head and it’s all back to business: dukes up, elbows in, chin down, and tip-toeing forward. Krysten puts her gloves up to her temples in earmuff and waits as Chloe wades into her, again going to the in-and-out strategy that worked so well before.
Krysten keeps absorbing, protecting her head but giving up her body, biding her time. Eventually Chloe gets lazy and drops tempo on the dash in, and that’s when Krysten comes forward with a crashing right hand of her own, finally catching the pestering little nuisance with a clean blow! Chloe immediately backs up in retreat, shaking her head and trying to blink back tears. Krysten follows, gloves still high at her temples, stalking her reeling prey. Chloe’s back touches ropes – another misstep on her part – and she hesitates before digging in; Krysten takes advantage, squaring up and just chucking slow, powerful, bruising shots. One manages to penetrate through Chloe’s guard, then another, and another… Chloe spins out to her left in panic, winding up in a corner and Krysten is happy to follow her there. Both girls muscle up and snarl through mouth guards, preparing to trade blow-for-blow.
Krysten with the set up jab – Chloe counters with a hook to jaw – Krysten with a wallop to the left cheek – Chloe doubling up her jabs – Krysten with an uppercut to paunch – Chloe unloads her own on her opponent’s left breast – Krysten with teeth bared with the left hook – Krysten with a right hook – Krysten slowly taking over and outmuscling her girl – Chloe drops to her haunches in the corner! The ref steps in to count, but Krysten barely moves away, crowding the corner and huffing and puffing as she watches the woozy Chloe paw at the ropes to get back to her feet.
“Five… six… seven…” Chloe’s certainly rattled, but not quite out. She clears the top rope and holds herself up while the ref finishes with a standing “eight.” He can barely get off the last count before Krysten is shoving him out of the way and trying to finish her girl in the corner.
Krysten lances forwards with a clobbering right cross that glances off Chloe’s cheek, allowing her to counter with a right of her own to push her aggressor back. Krysten’s nose flares and she sarcastically blows to return the one from before. Chloe’s stuck with a look of determination and isn’t perturbed by Krysten’s antics. The older fighter runs into the corner again, this time clobbering Chloe with alternating hooks to the body, the alternating hooks to the head. Chloe stares her opponent down as she returns the favor: left-left to the ribcage, right-left to swivel the head. Krysten punches through the pain, tattooing the smaller girl’s body shots from just outside her opponent’s reach. Chloe slips the last punch and weaves her way back to the inside where she pushes Krysten back with punches of her own.
Eventually Chloe battles her way out of the corner through brute force and determination, causing both girls to meet in the middle where they take turns punishing each other with an array of dizzying punches. Chloe, however, never drops her look of grim determination, possibly fueled by her newfound hatred of her boxing mate. No matter what Krysten throws at her, Chloe keeps on coming, unwavering and unblinking – Krysten on the other hand is looking more and more decrepit with each landing blow. The unsettling realization that her punches are no longer phasing her opponent begins to settle in, and Krysten’s offensive output slows to a complete stop. She can only look on in disappointment and utter defeat as the stronger, more resolute fighter breaks her down with hammering blows. Krysten is practically staring at Chloe who at this point is methodically pounding away as if she were a punching bag.
Finally, Krysten’s will breaks and her legs give out, dropping her to her knees. The exhausted fighter pitches forwards and face plants dead-center into Chloe’s shorts. The ref doesn’t have to count this one, Chloe’s walking away with the victory here.
The victorious Chloe places one hand on the back of the kneeling loser’s head, caressing it. With her other hand, she raises the lifeless right arm of Krysten and watches as it satisfyingly drops limply to the side. “That’s right,” Chloe whispers, “I’m the baddest bitch. I am.”
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Iamrodgers, I am so glad that you recognize that Bella is a catfighting force of nature, as I do. I think we'll be seeing her tearing things up around here for a long time to come!
And Xavi, as a fan of J-Law and, in particular, Natalie, I think your work is particularly splendid.
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Danica McKellar vs Kirsten Dunst
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The key to success with a figure four leglock is leverage, and who better to understand the application of leverage than a summa cum laude graduate of UCLA with a BS in Mathematics? Danica perhaps took special pleasure in the irony that her opponent had earlier been taunting her for her math skills, sneeringly calling the brunette "Professor Nerdgirl".
Kirsten wasn't doing any taunting now, as her mouth was occupied with screaming. She squirmed in desperation, beat on the floor with her clenched fists, and tugged at her own hair, but the unrelenting pain being applied to her knee would not abate. After what seemed like an eternity to her (but in reality was less than thirty seconds), Dunst was howling "I GIVE UP! STOP! PLEASE!!!"
McKellar, kept the figure four locked on for a few heartbeats longer, just to teach the arrogant blonde a lesson. Then Danica unwound her shapely legs from those of her devastated opponent and stood up in victory.
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Another story with Selena Gomez would be nice or a story with Alison Brie.
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Amazing work, Xavi, iamrodgers and Jackflash! You guys kick ass. Xavi, I loved the Bennet story. A massive fan myself. Thank you much. And also some kudos to Jack for using Danica! Lovely. Nice to see her win, too. I'll be over shortly to celebrate wiht chloe and Danica on their wins! ;)
Chotch, I love your suggestions of Bennet, Gomez and Brie. Given time, I'd love to write for all three. Let's see what Christmas brings.
Sorry I haven't been able to contribute as of late. :( But many thanks to those that have! Jackflash, this thread of yours has kicked ass. ;)
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Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens
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Hayden gurgled as Vanessa tightened her sleeperhold. It had been a long, grueling fight that has pushed both beauties to their limits, but now the brunette knew that victory was in her grasp. "Time to go beddy-bye, you blonde bitch!" Hudgens purred at her longtime nemesis. Panettiere squirmed for a few moments more, and then suddenly went limp.
"You're past your prime, Panties," Nessa scoffed as she released her hold. "You used to be able to hold out a lot longer than that." The raven-haired battler struggles back up to her feet, turning to face her slumbering opponent and strike a victory pose over her.
Except...Hayden is not slumbering.
Like a striking cobra, the blonde's left leg lashes out, the sole of her foot smashing flush into her startled rival's groin. Hudgens gives an agonized yowl and drops to her knees, hands clutching her throbbing womanhood. "It's called playing possum, slut!" Hayden says with a smug smirk. Rising up, she roughly shoves Vanessa onto her back, grasps her ankles, and spreads her legs wide. An instant later, her heel repeats the savage blow to the brunette's vulnerable groin, drawing forth yet another pained shriek.
A third such assault, this time delivered by a knee drop, causes Hudgens to burst into tears, her body trembling in anguish. As if she were a rag doll, the blonde flips her foe over onto her belly and mounts her back. Now Panettiere applies her own sleeperhold, taunting her rival as she locks on the hold. "Not only am I hotter than you," she sneers to the sniveling Vanessa, "but I'm a better wrestler, and I think this proves I'm much, much smarter than you." The embattled brunette's only response is a rasped, "Ch-cheated...!" "What part of being smarter than you are you not getting?" Panettiere replied with a cruel chuckle.
Vanessa squirmed in her foe's embrace, her eyes glazing over and a trickle of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth, until finally her eyes fluttered shut and she went motionless. Not about to risk her rival turning the tables on her, Hayden kept the sleeper locked on for another twenty seconds or so, must to make certain the brunette was indeed knocked. out.
And then it was Panettiere, having cannily snatched victory from the jaws of defeat, who struck the victory pose over her defeated nemesis.
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Bella Thorne vs Selena Gomez
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A small whine of sharp discomfort escaped Selena's lips as Bella pulled her arms up over the redhead's knees and cupped her hands under Gomez's chin, locking on the camel clutch. The Latina's legs thrashed on the carpeted floor, but she couldn't gain the leverage to force her way out of the hold. Still, her indomitable spirit refused to let her give up. That suited Thorne just find, and she was more interested in tormenting her opponent than bringing an end to their penthouse match.
Sweat glistened off of both of their nubile bodies as Bella tugged back on her victim's chin even harder, causing Selena to moan loudly. "Aww, what's the matter sweet cheeks," the redhead said with saccharine sweetness, "feeling blue?" Let's turn that frown upside down!" With that, Thorne pulled her hands free of Gomez's chin, and instead fishhooked the first two fingers of each hand into her opponent's mouth, applying a double mandible claw. Selena's mouth was twisted into an agonized rictus that mocked a smile, her eyes shutting tight to hold back the sudden flood of tears. Her feet kicked frantically and her hands flailed helplessly. The guttural noises she made could perhaps be interpreted as a submission, but in any case, Thorne refused to accept a verbal surrender.
After another minute or two of this torture, Bella released her exhausted adversary. Moving swiftly, before Gomez could recover and catch her second wind, she shoved her over onto her back. She then straddled Selena's chest on her knees, facing the brunette's lower body. Gomez suddenly realized what was transpiring, and her eyes went wide with panic. She gasped out "NOOOO..." before her voice was muffled, the result of Thorne settling her butt down upon her rival's face. Smothered, Selena squirmed beneath her tormentor, but her anguish only increased as Bella impishly yanked the brunette's bikini halter and freed her breasts, allowing the redhead to malevolently pinch and twist her nipples.
Gomez's palms slapped furiously at the floor, signaling her surrender, but Thorne went right on with her devastation, until finally the Latina ceased to move at all. Standing up, Bella triumphantly placed a foot upon the bare, heaving chest of her fallen foe and raised her arms to claim her victory.
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More great stuff!
Thank you JJ. Bella seems to be turning into a formidable catfighter. Too strong for Selena, whom, by the way, I'd really love to see taking somebody apart, for a change ;).
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Why not Anna Kendrick and Anna Camp having a fight from Pitch Perfect?
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Dakota Fanning vs Miranda Cosgrove
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To put it charitably, Dakota Fanning is at best an average wrestler. She shows no special talent or aptitude for fighting, and indeed, she spends most of her matches on the defensive. Nonetheless, she has two things in her favor. First, she has an unquenchable hunger for success, and to achieve it at any cost. And secondly, she possesses a skill that is hard to define; it can perhaps most easily be explained as an uncanny knack for taking advantage of the tiniest of opportunities. She has in the past managed to turn the tide in battles after her opponents have made almost imperceptible missteps...but not so imperceptible that Fanning's keen eye couldn't catch them.
Case in point, her current match with Miranda Cosgrove. The brunette had been in command virtually full time since the bout began, and was most assuredly cruising to an uncontested victory. Suddenly...so suddenly, onlookers didn't realize what had happened until it was over...Cosgrove made some tiny, seemingly minor error in judgement, and that is when the blonde pounced. In what seemed like an eyeblink, Dakota was in control of the fight, leaving both Miranda and the spectators stunned speechless!
And with the direction of the fight now in her hands, the blonde wasn't about to relinquish it. Both young beauties were on their knees, with Cosgrove bent backward from from Fanning's Dragon Sleeper. This position left the brunette's upper body wide open, and Dakota took full advantage of that, alternating between abdominal clawholds and punches to the belly that sapped her opponent's strength.
But what finally drove Miranda to scream her submission was when Fanning applied her clawhold directly to the hapless brunette's groin, the thin lycra fabric of her one-piece offering scant protection. Cosgrove howled "STOP IT! STOP! I GIVE UP!!!" And just like that, Dakota...improbable as it may seem...had chalked up yet another 'W' in her victory column.
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Selena Gomez vs Ariana Grande
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Selena's normally cherubic face was twisted into a mask of pure, unalloyed fury, possessed as she was by an almost mythic berserker rage. The two bikini-clad beauties had been battling for nearly thirty minutes, and both were pushed to the limits of their power and endurance...and beyond.
Now, Gomez was banking all on one final push to victory, committed every last drop of her dwindling strength. She had Ariana draped backward over her bent knee, Grande's spine bent agonizingly. Adding to the torment were Gomez's hands; her left locked a choking grasp on her victim's throat, while her right likewise clawed into Arian's groin, squeezing her womanhood so as to send waves of pain radiating throughout her lithe body. The penthouse lights glistened off of their sweat-soaked skin, as Grande's choked moans mixed with Selena's seething breaths.
Finally, nearly driven to unconsciousness and unable to withstand the torture any long, the haughty Grande sobs, "E-enough!" Gomez keeps the hold in place for several long heartbeats after the submission, as if it hadn't penetrated her rage yet that the match was over. With a grunt, she then shoved Ariana off of her knee and stood up, fists clenched as if ready to continue the battle. But then, closing her eyes and taking a deep, cleansing breath, she seemed to release all of her anger, and suddenly her face appears angelic again.
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Great work, Jackflash! You're incredible!
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Would love to see Daisy Ridley getting a beaten in one of these stories.
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Selena wins, yay!
Great stories as always, JJ. Thank you, sir.
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Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
The War Continues!
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Kaley writhed in agony as Mila torque up the pressure on the anklelock/knee twist combo hold, the blonde's right leg feeling as if it were being shattered against that of the brunette's, which was entwined around her limb. Adding to Cuoco's misfortune was the fact that Kunis had extended her free leg and was pressing the sole of her foot against her rival's alabaster throat, choking her. And, just for the sake of pure viciousness, Mila's fingers were cruelly twisting the bare toes of the blonde's entrapped leg.
With a malicious smirk, Mila purred "Po'shyol 'na hui, `suka!" in her native tongue. After their countless battles, Cuoco didn't need to speak Russian to know an insulting taunt when she heard one. And she also didn't need to be told when she was out of options...although her ego made the very thought of submission abhorrent to her. Still, the inevitable moment came when the blonde began to furiously tap at the carpet. Kunis gave her hold one last twist, just for fun, and then she released her coughing, wheezing nemesis. Standing up, Mila contemptuously presses her foot down upon the side of her fallen foe's face and flexes her arms in a victory pose as the elite spectators cheer her triumph. "Next time, I'll break your back, bitch!" she snarls at Kaley, knowing another rematch was as certain as the rising of the sun in the East.
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I absolutely love the Kaley/Mila matches. Such a great rivalry! Terrific work once again, Mr. J. :)
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Great work Jackflash, each story adding something new each time, really fantastic and helps prevent things getting boring.
Man,is Bella a dominate force, not that its entirely wrong. Just something I'd probably note in my upcoming stories! Been gone for too long, and now I want to get back in again.
In the end however, great work!
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Zendaya vs Chloe Moretz
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Zendaya, in her bikini, crawled backwards in the ring, towards the turnbuckle, desperately trying to put space between herself and clearly vengeful Chloe. The fight had not gone as planned, instead of an easy fight that her friend Bella had promised; she found a desperate battle, one where Chloe had the advantage the whole time. Zendaya body ached from the various attacks Chloe had put on her, and in her panic, did not know what to do against this valkyrie.
Chloe, also in a bikini, for her part was annoyed that she was fighting what seem to be Bella’s minion. With Bella being so dominant on the catfight scene, with her beating the likes of Selena Gomez, and Sophie Turner, not to mention humiliating Chloe after their last encounter, Bella didn’t think that Chloe was good enough to face her again. So now she was facing one of Bella's "friends" instead of Bella herself. And the fact that Bella Thorne was on the sidelines, watching and expecting her to lose infuriated her to no end.
Zendaya looked towards the sidelines to Bella in desperation, hoping that she could help her. While Bella's face was filled with anger and annoyance at the state of the match, she signaled Zendaya what her next move should be. Calmed down by her friend's help and smiling slightly at her signal, Zendaya turned backed to Chloe and launched her foot right into Chloe’s crotch. Chloe’s eyes bulged and she gave a small yelp as Zendaya’s foot connected, and she fell to her knees clutching it, cursing the fact that her frustration left her wide open. Zendaya gave a wide smile at the result, and briefly winked at Bella in appreciation before getting up and walked behind the kneeling Chloe. Putting her foot on her back, Zendaya pushed Chloe down to the floor hard, after which she grabbed Chloe’s arms and performed a surfboard on her. Chloe gasped and gritted her teeth, trying to fight the pain as Zendaya smiled to the crowd.
“Do you give up Chloe, or perhaps I should call you “sex toy” like Bella does?” asked Zendaya. Chloe gritted her teeth and responded.
“Fuck you bitch!” Zendaya gave off grunt of amusement and held the hold for a few more seconds, before kicking her down hard to the floor. Walking over the mewling Chloe, Zendaya grabbed Chloe’s hair and lifted her up, and wrapped her long legs around Chloe’s neck and squeezed hard in a standing headscissors.
"If you won't give up to me, then its time say goodnight Sex Toy!" taunted Zendaya as she squeezed. Chloe gasped and grabbed at Zendaya’s legs and tried to pry them off, finding her oxygen cut off. Zendaya gave a big shit eating grin to Chloe’s struggles and waved to her friend Bella in the crowd.
Bella, clearly more satisfied by this result, waved back to Zendaya in response before looking towards Chloe, hoping to enjoy her last moments. Chloe for her part tried to hold on, grasping at Zendaya’s legs as her vision grew dimmer and dimmer. With her last fading moments, she could see Bella’s smug face lapping up her incoming loss, with face practically screaming, “And you think you could face me again!”
This look ignited the fury and strength inside of Chloe and with one final effort, she lifted herself off her knees and to her feet, taking Zendaya along with her. Zendaya gave a yelp of shock as she suddenly found herself high in the air on top of Chloe’s shoulders, her headscissors loosening in the process. Chloe gave a gasp of relief as she felt air in her lungs again, but did not stop as she flipped Zendaya around her shoulders in a perfect powerbomb position. Zendaya, suddenly realizing what was about to happen, flailed wildly, trying to get out. Yet it was for naught as Chloe brought her down to the floor in a powerful powerbomb, the impact reverberating throughout the arena. Chloe lifted Zendaya up again and powerbombed her again and again, before finally letting go.
Zendaya was barely conscious after this, but Chloe was filled with vengeance and with barely contained fury, she grabbed Zendaya’s hair and wrapped her own legs around Zendaya’s neck and proceeded to return the favor with a standing headscissor of her own. Zendaya eyes widen up and she desperately tried to pry Chloe’s legs apart, but Chloe was filled with rage and did not relate, looking Bella hard in the eyes as Zendaya’s struggles grew weaker and weaker, until finally with a final gasp, Zendaya went limp.
Holding the scissors for a few seconds, Chloe let go and Zendaya collapsed on the floor in a heap. Chloe smiled at the result and putting her foot on Zendaya’s face and did a victory pose before kicking Zendaya’s body out of the ring which fell to the floor in a heap. Sliding out of the ring, she kneeled over Zendaya’s body and lifted it up over her shoulder, and casually walked towards where Bella was sitting. Dumping Zendaya hard in front of Bella’s feet, Chloe simply said.
“Next time you send another one of your minions to face me. Send an actual challenge!” Bella face was scrunched up in anger at the whole scene and said nothing as Chloe gave a dismissive nod and walked out of the arena. As she did, she heard Bella berate Zendaya to get up, and knowing that she had foiled her plans puts a smile on Chloe’s face.
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Spectacular work, AKM! Of course, I guess this means that Bella will have to teach Chloe another lesson, since obviously the first one didn't take. ;)
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This thread rocks!
Spectacular work, AKM! Of course, I guess this means that Bella will have to teach Chloe another lesson, since obviously the first one didn't take. ;)
Chloe taught Bella a very painful lesson in their first fight, and honestly I wouldn't be too surprised if she does it again. Bella is becoming a great fighter very fast, but is it going to be Chloe who will slow down her rise to the top? I guess only one way to find that out - let them fight again. ;)
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Emily Blunt vs Scarlett Johansson
In amongst the crowd on the edges of the room, a half-dozen panicked publicists had gestured frantically and mouthed for Scarlett to stop, but she'd ignored them, and pulled Emily's face to her chest even tighter. They were A-Listers, future Oscar winners maybe - that should have meant their contest played out with more decorum than a fight between a couple of Disney brats, but the two actresses plain didn't like each other, and so convention went out the window, to be followed later by Emily's panties.
Emily had pushed against Scarlett's shoulders until her head popped free of the smother, red faced and wild eyed and disheveled. Then the real fighting started. Emily's hard-grinding facesit had ended with an impression of Scarlett's dentistry glistening on her buttock. Their knuckles drained white and their fingers locked with the effort of pulling hair. They whined, blinking back tears as wedgies made their panties disappear up their buttcracks.
"Stay down, bitch." Scarlett shoved Emily's legs down to the carpet, the pussy claw having done it's work, and pushed up off Emily's scratch- patterned tummy. Their respective camps had given up on trying to stop what was happening. Emily's people were making phonecalls. Damage control. Scarlett ran her fingertips across her aching tits and flicked the sweat in Blunt's face before sitting her butt down on it and grinning at the open-mouthed spectators.
nice one
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This thread rocks!
Spectacular work, AKM! Of course, I guess this means that Bella will have to teach Chloe another lesson, since obviously the first one didn't take. ;)
Chloe taught Bella a very painful lesson in their first fight, and honestly I wouldn't be too surprised if she does it again. Bella is becoming a great fighter very fast, but is it going to be Chloe who will slow down her rise to the top? I guess only one way to find that out - let them fight again. ;)
Perhaps Bella thinks she is already on top and doesn't think Chloe is worth her time. Perhaps she'll let her friends have a go at Chloe first before accepting a match with Chloe. And of course, Bella wouldn't dare interfere in those matches. Nor would Chloe interfere with Bella's matches. ;)
We'll just have to wait and see!
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This thread rocks!
Spectacular work, AKM! Of course, I guess this means that Bella will have to teach Chloe another lesson, since obviously the first one didn't take. ;)
Chloe taught Bella a very painful lesson in their first fight, and honestly I wouldn't be too surprised if she does it again. Bella is becoming a great fighter very fast, but is it going to be Chloe who will slow down her rise to the top? I guess only one way to find that out - let them fight again. ;)
Perhaps Bella thinks she is already on top and doesn't think Chloe is worth her time. Perhaps she'll let her friends have a go at Chloe first before accepting a match with Chloe. And of course, Bella wouldn't dare interfere in those matches. Nor would Chloe interfere with Bella's matches. ;)
We'll just have to wait and see!
Hmmm...Chloe has to run the gauntlet before she can get her hands on Bella again? Even if she makes it through, will she be in any shape to take on the ravenous redhead? ;)
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Lacey Chabert vs Jennifer Love Hewitt - Whos the Titfight Queen?
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“After I’m done with you, only a dumbass would compare your tits to my girls!” screamed Jennifer Love Hewitt in the middle of the arena, as she grasped and squeezed at Lacey’s tits. Lacey simply spat in pain as she returned the favor, grabbing and clawing at Jennifer’s “girls” and replied.
“Funny slut, I could’ve said the same for you!” However Jennifer had simply gritted her teeth and squeezed harder in response saying.
“Bitch! Bring it!” The lingerie smother battle between these two titans had been long and hard, with neither woman gaining a true advantage. Both women knew that this battle would decide once and for all which one of them was the titfight queen and neither gave each other the edge.
Eventually the match devolved into each woman attack their opponent’s most valuable asset, and so started the struggle between the two, as each woman grasped and clawed at each other breasts, each giving off grunts and moans of pain as one tried to outlast the other. The fabric of their lingerie was easily torn apart in the struggle and soon both valkyries were completely bare. After several minutes of moaning and gasping, the two women edge closer and closer to each other, their arms bend and their breasts nearly touching.
Eventually, both women let go of the other and both of them wrapped their arms around each other’s back and tried to mash the other’s breasts with their own.
“Enjoy Jennifer,” said Lacey laughed, “as my beauties squash yours “girls” Jennifer laughed at this and simply responded.
“We’ll see who’s laughing at the end of this match!” And soon the titfight became silent, broken only by the sounds of moans, grunts and the rubbing of flesh. Neither women seem to have the true advantage, while Jennifer was slightly bigger, Lacey’s nipples were more firm and barely budged. This tiny facet however, proved it worth more and more, as Lacey’s nipples started to pierce Jennifer’s giving her a opening that allowed Lacey’s breasts to engulf Jennifer’s more and more. Jennifer’s eyes widen in shock at the result and soon her moans of pain became more frequent as she cried.
“NO… NO… NO!!! This can’t be happening!!!”
“Believe it whore! My tits are better than yours!” responded Lacey.
“But I’m the titfight queen!” Jennifer pleaded,
“Not anymore!” responded Lacey as she squeezed in one final effort. Jennifer gave a cry of pain and despair as her “girls” were completely engulfed by Lacey’s. Jennifer desperately tried to break the hold, only to accidently trip over and fall over onto her back, with Lacey on top. Lacey smiled at these turn of events and quickly applied a grapevine pin on Jennifer, taunting.
“Stupid bitch, got you right where I wanted! Now it’s time for an up close and personal look at the superior breasts!” At which Lacey positioned herself so that her breasts hovered over Jennifer’s face. Jennifer, her face wide with fear pleaded.
“No…. No… please, I’ll admit your tits are better, I’ll admit that mmmphh!!!” Jennifer’s pleads were completely cut off as Lacey placed her bosom on Jennifer’s face. Lacey gave a big wide grin to the camera as she motorboated her tits in proper position, as a tear fell down Jennifer’s face as she struggled to get out. However, her struggles were for naught, as Lacey’s hold was too strong and her “beauties” all too engulfing and soon Jennifer’s struggles grew weaker and weaker and weaker until finally, she fell limp. Lacey grinned at her rival’s defeat and keep the hold for a few seconds, both to ensure her victory and to pose for the cameras before standing up.
Putting her foot on Jennifer’s face, Lacey raised her hands in a victory pose, saying.
“I’m the titfight queen! Don’t you forget it!” After which, Lacey kicked Jennifer face away, walked over and grabbed Jennifer’s torn apart as memento before leaving her rival unconscious for the whole world to see.
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Amazing!! Well done AK! I loved it, and loved the outcome. Lacey's a favorite for sure. Brilliantly done sir. :D
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Fight with Amanda seyfried would be nice
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Fight with Amanda seyfried would be nice
Give me a few potential opponents and I'll see what I can do.
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sara underwood
alison haislip
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Amanda S vs Jessica Biel or Adriana Lima
I'd like to see Taylor Swift and Miranda Kerr on the wrong side of a fight as wee
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Fight with Amanda seyfried would be nice
Give me a few potential opponents and I'll see what I can do.
For me, there's no better opponent for Seyfried than Michelle Trachtenberg. :)
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Ariana Grande vs Emma Watson
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Emma's offensive is halted dead in its tracks when Ariana gives her a finger poke to the eyes. The English lass shrieks and stumbles away, rubbing at her aching eyes. With a smirk, Ariana steps up behind her and raaaaaaaakes her nails down Watson's bare back, eliciting another shriek from her. She follows up by reaching her hands around Emma's head and raking her nails across her eyes.
Blinded, disoriented and in pain, the embattled brunette becomes easy prey for the shark-smiling Grande. The American steps up behind her British opponent, reaching around to grab her thong. She then purrs into Emma's ear, "And here everyone kept telling me you were tough. I guess you just never met the better girl before," she adds with an innocent-sounding giggle...but that hint of innocence instantly evaporates as she yanks up hard on the panties in her hands, the fabric cutting deeply and painfully into Watson's womanhood. Her howl of agony is ear-piercing, bringing another cruel smile to Ariana's lips.
Dipping her knees, with a grunt Grande lifts her adversary up off of the floor, flipping her over her shoulder, and sending Watson crashing to the carpet, the back of her head taking the full brunt of the suplex. The English lass lay spread eagled, eyes glazed and slackjawed. Sitting atop her victim's chest, Emma's face nestled between her thighs, Ariana gives a smug smile and moves herself forward, her groin covering Watson's face in what the American calls her 'Grande Finale' finisher, smothering the Brit into unconsciousness and abject defeat.
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Your best match up!! Love both these girls, sexy feet and just generally hot! Would love to read a whole fight between these two. Thank you!
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Fantastic
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Great, as always! How about a fight with Alexandra Daddario, not many of them around here to my knowledge.
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Miranda Cosgrove vs Debby Ryan
Santa's Little Helper
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Their elves costumes long since shredded to tatters, Cosgrove and Ryan continued their battle, both determined to claim the coveted spot as Santa's little helper in the biggest charity Christmas ball of the year. They yelped and squealed as they stumbled around the room, hands ripping at hair.
Suddenly, both young beauties trip and collapse to the floor, where they thrash back and forth in a tangle of limbs. Finally, from behind, Miranda is able to clamp a crude sleeperhold on her rival. However, in desperation, Debby blindly reaches behind and tightens her right hand around her oppressor's windpipe, choking her. It becomes a struggle of endurance, as both battlers frantically try to knock the other out before she herself succumbs.
After what seems like an eternity for both of them, one beauty suddenly goes limp with a heavy sigh. Ryan's hand falls free of Cosgrove's throat as all strength drains from her body, and her glazed eyes flutter shut. Gasping and wheezing for air, Miranda keeps the sleeper on for several long seconds more, before finally releasing her victim and letting her slump to the carpet. The brunette wearily runs a hand through her hair, sweeping it off of her face...and then with a mewling sigh she pitches forward, splaying across the unmoving body of her opponent, and slipping into unconsciousness as well. Nonetheless, Miranda will awaken to the fact that she...however narrowly...emerged as the victor.
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I think a fight with Dani Thorne versus Bella Thorne would be hot. Maybe another fight with Debby's Ryan
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I love seeing Emma as the loser! Great story!
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I think a fight with Dani Thorne versus Bella Thorne would be hot. Maybe another fight with Debby's Ryan
Sister fights are almost always hot. I will have to check these two out. I hope they are both redheads. Even hotter.
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Sorry for the delay. Its the holidays!
Amanda Seyfried vs Adriana Lima
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Amanda, in her black one piece, smiled as she placed her knee on the back of Adriana Lima, pinning her down to the floor. With one hand, she pulled at Adriana’s hair and with the other she pulled at Adrianna’s red underwear in a wedgie.
“Ahh… ahhhh!!! Let me go!!!” cried Adriana as she pathetically flailed her arms in response, biting her lip as she tried to resist the pain of her panties rubbing against her womanhood. Amanda laughed in response and taunted.
“And end our fun? Girl, we’ve just getting started!” At which Amanda repositioned herself in a reversed school girl Adriana, positioningher lovely derriere on the back of Adriana’s head, forcing Adriana face into the matt. Amanda smiled as she placed her hand on Adrianna’s ass and massaged it slightly, with mischievous intent.
She then followed this up unleashing a torrent of slaps with one hand, alternating between each cheek as she pulled on Adriana’s panties even more. Adriana gave a muffled moan to the mat as she pathetically tried to break free, as Amanda continued to unleash a torrent of slaps until Adriana’s cheeks were bright red. At this point Amanda ceased the slaps and taunted.
“My my, what a pathetic ass you have. Reminds me of another brunette I know!”
Adriana gave a pathetic whimper in response, at which Amanda laughed and grabbed Adrianna’s right leg, pulling it over her head. Putting her knee on Adriana’s face, Amanda pulled at Adrianna’s legs with both hands in a stretch muffler hold. Adriana screamed and slapped the floor in pain, trying to twist and turn to break free, but Amanda’s hold was too strong. Amanda decided to add to the pain by using one of her hands to pull at Adrianna’s underwear again, which lead to more gasps of pain again from Adriana, at which Amanda asked.
“Do you give slut?” Adriana, the pain on her womanhood and legs too much, through teary eyes screamed.
“Yes, yes!!! I give up!, Please let me go!!!!” Amanda gave a triumphant snarl and let Adriana go, at which Adriana massaged her womanhood trying to ease the pain. Amanda stood over her, and put her foot on Adriana back and did a victory pose, enjoying the moans and whimpers coming from Adrianna. After a few seconds, she finally started to walk out of the Arena, leaving Adriana a pathetic mess on the floor.
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A fight with aly michalka vs her sister or someone would be nice.
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Ariana Grande and Emma Watson was a really great matchup idea! And I'd totally expect Ariana to finish her even if I wouldn't expect her to do that with hundreds of others.
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Yay! I want more Emma Watson victories! Maybe, May Avril Lavigne would be first? ;)
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And I'd totally expect Ariana to finish her even if I wouldn't expect her to do that with hundreds of others.
Not so sure about that. I think that Emma would take her apart, without breaking a sweat.
But definitely a great story by JJ, as always.
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Daniel Monet or megan fox would be good in fight with someone
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Chloe Moretz vs Dove Cameron
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Chloe gave a smirk to the camera as she rocked her opponent, Dove Cameron back and forth in a baby swing hold in the middle of arena. Dove’s legs underneath Chloe’s arms, which held Dove’s arms, Dove was trapped in the humiliating and painful hold, as Chloe taunted to the camera.
“Cmon Bella, when I said a challenge! I meant it!” As she smiled to the crowd, Dove gave out a whimper of pain, trying to hold out till Chloe let her go. Chloe after a second or two finally looked down at Dove, asking while rocking her opponent even more.
“Do you give up Dove?” Dove gave another pathetic whimper, the pain was all but unbearable and her body demanded surrender. But her fear of Bella and what she would do to her if she did keep her in check, and biting her lip, she mumbled.
“No…. NO!!!!!” Chloe rolled her eyes slightly, frustrated and surprised by Dove's resilience at this point. Say what you will about Bella, she keeps her groupies on a tight lease, thought Chloe. Feeling her arms grow tired from holding Dove in air for so long, Chloe gave Dove a few more swings, before finally letting her go. Dove collapsed onto the mat, at she held her arms and legs in pain, trying to ease them and recover for a counter.
However Chloe had no intention of giving her that chance, and she kicked Dove hard in the stomach so she rolled on her back. Stomping her in the stomach a few times to keep her still, Chloe smiled as she sat next to her. Remembering that her gym trainer noted that her legs were her strongest weapon, Chloe laid on top of Dove, in a 69 position and wrapped her legs around Dove’s head in a reverse headscissors.
Dove gasped and clutched at Chloe’s legs, her vision now filled with Chloe’s thighs and rear end, her oxygen partially cut off and her head in agony, as she attempted to pry them apart. She attempted to flail her legs to break free, but Chloe held them down and simply applied more pressure. After several seconds of Dove’s whimpers and failed attempts to break free, Chloe, who had been eating the crowd’s adulation, turned towards Dove and asked.
“So Dove, do you give?” At which Chloe squeezed her legs even harder, in addition to digging her nails into Dove’s legs, causing even more pain to Dove. For several seconds more, Dove valiantly held out, more out of fear rather courage, but her predicament, her exhaustion, and Chloe’s legs were too much and she spluttered.
“I…. I… GIVE!!!! PLEASE LET ME GO!!!!” Chloe beamed with satisfaction at the result, but did not let go saying.
“No No No Dove! Remember what stipulation you had for this match when you challenged me!” Dove was confused for a second, until she remembered exactly what she meant. When Bella told her to fight Chloe, to even the odds and figuring Chloe to have no experience on the matter, Dove had challenged her to a smother match. Realizing this, Dove panicked and desperately tried to break out again saying.
“NO Please!!!! HAVE MERCY You’re the winner!, You’ve won!” Chloe simply smiled at Dove’s pleads before pushing herself up the headscissors hold and sitting her tush on Dove’s face saying.
“Yes…. Yes I have!” as Dove gave a muffled cry, her airways completely cut off. This being Chloe’s first actual smother in her catfighting career excited her to a degree, but she didn’t let it get to her head as she held Dove firmly down. Soon Dove’s struggles grew weaker, weaker and weaker until finally they cease entirely. Knowing her victory was now complete, Chloe nugged forward slightly so everyone could see the passed out Dove and lifted her arms in a victory pose, before saying to the camera.
“Who’s next?”
Meanwhile….
Bella Thorne was watching the fight on her TV at home, anger filling her as it went on more and more, the winner becoming more evident by the second. When the bell finally rang, signaling Chloe’s victory, Bella threw her controller in anger, breaking it against the wall. Standing up in frustration, Bella paced back in forth, trying to calm herself. Some would say that Dove had been a long shot given her past fights, Bella knew, but still seeing Chloe win again filled her with fury.
Suddenly her phone rang, as it received a text, calming her slightly as result as pulled it out of her pocket, and read it. It was from one of her Disney friends, who were now volunteering to face Chloe next. Bella was working towards responding when her friend text her the match type she wanted, which caused Bella to pause for a second, before a wicked smile filled her face. Enjoying the vision of what that match would lead; Bella immediately pulled all her friends into a group chat and started texting, working to make sure the next match went the way she wanted.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Ashley Tisdale & Sarah Hyland vs Miranda Cosgrove & Jeanette McCurdy
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It had all of the makings of a tremendous contest between two skilled, experienced teams. Two-on-two penthouse brawls were a rarity, but among those who did them, the teams of Tisdale & Hyland and Cosgrove & McCurdy were among the very best.
What no one had anticipated was that it would be such a one-sided domination. From the opening moments of the match, Ashley and Sarah went on the offensive, and never once did either lose the upper hand. So instantly overwhelmed were they, Miranda and Jeanette swiftly went from hapless to helpless.
Mercifully, the end comes quick for the embattled beauties. Dazed, Cosgrove sits on the floor with her back against the sofa, head titled back on the cushion. With the smuggest of smirks, Hyland facesits her, making the brunette her throne. Miranda's battered body squirms, but she lacks the strength to throw her oppressor off, and soon enough she's rendered unconscious.
Jeanette isn't far behind her. She writhes on the carpet as Ashley tightens her vise-like scissors around the strawberry blonde's waist, while adding to McCurdy's torment by pinching her nose and covering her mouth, smothering her. Soon enough, Jeanette goes limp as well.
Barely having broken a sweat, Sarah and Ashley leave their beaten adversaries behind, high-fiving before strutting away in triumph.
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Chloe Moretz vs Dove Cameron
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A magnificent new chapter in what is shaping up to be an epic, my friend! And that photo of Chloe is fantastic, by the way! ;)
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Very nice!
Thanks JJ and AKM. :)
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Please, could someone write a story between Daisy Ridley (Rey in Star Wars VII) against Bella Thorne?
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I spend some time compiling the records so far in the best post.
Katie Holmes 1-0
Alyson Hanni gan 0-1
Mila Kunis 2-2
Kaley Cuoco 4-3
Amber Heard 2-0
Emma Stone 0-1
Jodie Sweetin 1-0
Dani Fishel 0-1
Faith Hill 1-0
Shania Twain 0-1
Jennifer Lawrence 3-2
Shailene Woodley 0-1
Tyra Banks 1-0
Charlize Theron 1-1
Scarlette Johansson 3-1
Meagan Good 1-1
Kristin Bell 0-1
Ke$ha 1-0
Kristen Stewart 1-1
Emma Watson 2-2
Stacy Keblier 0-1
Rhonda Rousey 1-0
Alison Brie 0-1
Angelina Jolie 1-0
Rachel Bilson 1-0
Lilly Collins 0-1
Kelly Clarkson 1-0
Carrie Underwood 0-1
Britney Spears 1-1
Lindsay Lohan 1-1
Hilary Duff 2-0
Demi Lovato 1-2
Selena Gomez 1-3
Olivia Wilde 1-1
Sophia Bush 0-1
Vanessa Hudgens 1-1
Hayden Panettiere 1-2
Blake Lively 1-2
Brooklyn Decker 1-0
Claire Julien 1-0
Danielle Campbell 0-1
Alexandra Daddario 1-0
Katrina Bowden 0-1
Ashley Benson 2-2
Troian Bellisario 1-1
Miley Cyrus 1-1
Bella Thorne 7-4
Victoria Justice 0-2
Michelle Trachtenberg 2-0
Pam Anderson 0-1
Karen McDougal 2-0
Ashley Greene 0-1
Paris Hilton 1-0
Kelly Stables 1-0
Tamala Jones 0-1
Taylor Momsen 1-0
Taylor Swift 0-1
Anna Kendrick 1-1
Nina Dobrev 1-2
LeAnn Rimes 1-0
Kellie Pickler 0-1
Jessica Alba 2-0
Elisha Cuthbert 0-1
Chloe Bennet 2-0
Morgan Webb 1-0
Kristin Holt 0-1
Cymphonique Miller 0-1
Teresa Palmer 1-0
Dianna Agron 0-1
Kate Upton 3-1
Taylor Hill 0-1
Billie Piper 0-1
Sarah Michelle Gellar 1-1
Eliza Dushku 0-1
Kendall Jenner 1-0
Gigi Hadid 0-1
Eva Green 1-0
Alice Eve 0-1
Ming Na-Wen 1-0
Winona Ryder 0-1
Letizia of Spain 1-0
Nicole de Boer 0-1
Kristin Kreuk 1-0
Chloe Moretz 3-1
Nina Agdal 0-1
Debby Ryan 0-2
Jennifer Lopez 1-0
Ariana Grande 1-2
Erika Eleniak 1-0
Jennifer Connelly 0-1
Katy Perry 0-2
Cristina Scabbia 1-0
Floor Jansen 1-0
Victoria Silvstedt 0-1
Emily Ratajkowski 0-1
Olivia Munn 1-0
Sabrina Bryan 1-0
Lacey Chabert 1-1
Jessica Biel 0-1
Ashley Tisdale 1-0
Lucy Hale 0-1
Kat Dennings 0-2
Dove Cameron 0-2
Krysten Ritter 1-1
Deborah Ann Woll 0-1
Zoe Kravitz 1-0
Karen Gillan 0-1
Emilia Clarke 0-1
Nathalie Emmanuel 1-0
Neve Campbell 1-0
Allison Mack 1-0
Sophia Loren 0-1
Gina Lollobridgida 1-0
Sophie Turner 0-1
Natalie Dormer 1-0
Danica McKellar 1-0
Kirsten Dunst 0-1
Dakota Fanning 1-0
Miranda Cosgrove 1-1
Zendaya 0-1
Emily Blunt 0-1
Jennifer Love Hewitt 0-1
Adriana Lima 0-1
Amanda Seyfried 1-0
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ALRIGHT! IT'S FINALLY CONFIRMED....THE RESULT IS OFFICIAL!!
bigfan877 has waaaaaaaaay too much time on his hands!
standard disclaimers apply:
results may vary by your zip code;
don't try this at home;
outcomes vary in direct inverse proportion to opponent ability;
side effects include, myopia, high blood pressure, and possible death;
and my personal favorite,
what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!
bigfan877, thanks for a terrific list of outcomes. Never occurred to me to consider whether the outcomes reflected a fan bias, a board preference, or what. But now I have something to think about over the up-coming long weekend other than the college football games. Thank you sooooo much
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I spend some time compiling the records so far in the best post.
Spectacular work, my friend...many thanks! ;)
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Like to see a fight that dove Cameron wins
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I spend some time compiling the records so far in the best post.
You are a scholar and a gentleman.
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Thanks for the comments, and Yes Ginny as Styx sang "Too much time on my hands."
I did this mostly in hopes of seeing match ups between some of the women, and hoped the list might spark those doing the great stories to pick pairings off the list and add new celebs as well.
Not that it took great statistical analyst, but Bella Thorne leads the way appearing 11 times, only two other woman have appeared more than 5 times, Kaley Cuoco 7, and Jennifer Lawrence at 5.
And I should add that I only counted singles matches, there have been only two tag matches, one 8 woman and one normal tag.
Lets keep things going and I will do another recap later on.
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nice to see Taylor swift win for a change
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Yes I would like to see that too Kiki and see a fight where taylor swift is totally dominated
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Momsen wearing pink? That deserves a beating any day of the week. Even by Swift ;D
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Momsen wearing pants of any sort is just wrong, and not at all what nature intended. ;)
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This thread is go good... love it! ^^
And I love your animated signature, Natalia! ;D
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Cara develingne should be used and kendall jenner vs kylie jenner is a very sexy one
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Dove Cameron vs Zendaya
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It was simply one defeat, one humiliation, too many. There was no denying that Dove is an exceptionally talented fighter. And yet, all she had managed to accumulate was a string of losses. 'Lacks the killer instinct' was the opinion of many...she could fight well, but when it came time in a match to finish off her opponent, she wavered and doubted herself.
She disappeared from the fighting scene suddenly, seemingly running away from it forever. So it came as a surprise several months later when she suddenly resurfaced, not only demanding a new match, but specifically against Zendaya, one of the toughest young fighters in the sport, and a girl who had beaten Dove several times already. For her part, Zendaya quickly agreed, looking forward to finishing off 2015 with a sure victory under her belt.
As the match progressed, it was obvious that Dove had lost none of her grappling skill. But something else was becoming apparent as well...a steely edge to her that she had never possessed before. As the battle wore on, Zendaya sensed it too, and a tiny glimmer of fear came to her eye.
Now, with both beauties pushed to the edge of exhaustion, the match's end was near. This was traditionally the point in time in which Dove would fall apart, but now she continued to drive herself. Alabaster flesh writhed against caramel skin on the carpet, with the blonde slowly but steadily gaining control. Suddenly, Zendaya found herself trapped in an Octopus Hold, Dove's shapely leg across her throat, the blonde's body pitted against that of the brunette, agonizingly twisting her nubile figure. Unable to withstand the torture any longer, Zendaya rasped out her submission.
In magnificent fashion, Dove had her very first victory. But she wasn't finished with her triumph just yet....
First, she peeled off Zendaya's sweat-soaked bikini as the beaten girl weakly mewled in protest. Then, she forced her rival to get to all fours; sitting astride her back and pulling her own bikini briefs through Zendaya's mouth as a bridle, she forced the naked and defeated girl to crawl around the room, tearfully playing horse to the Amazon queen upon her. And once she tired of that humiliation, Dove had one more for her opponent.
Shoving the sobbing Zendaya onto her back, the blonde sat atop her chest, smirking down at her fallen foe. She then wriggled herself forward, until her groin fully covered Zendaya's mouth and nose, smothering her. The brunette squirmed haplessly, until finally she went still, driven into unconsciousness. Rising up, the triumphant blonde placed a foot upon the heaving bare chest of her conquered adversary and proclaimed, "2016 will be the Year of the Dove!"
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It's a triple shot of goodness from my friend, the Walkin' Dude, commemorating the recent birthday of Ms. Eliza Dushku. Enjoy, as I sure have! :)
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Eliza Dushku
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Shailene Woodley
“I’m curious,” Eliza flexed her thighs, pushed up on her hands and bounced the ball of one heel into the flailing blonde’s crotch. “Did the suits actually have the nerve not to tell you how dangerous I am? Or were you too stupid to be worried?”
Shailene Woodley’s answer came in the form of a wheezing grunt and the meaty, vaguely petulant sounds of her palms swatting against Dushku’s encroaching thighs.
Eliza rolled her eyes and gave the Headscissors another looooooooooong squeeze. “Oh come on, don’t you have the reputation of an entire franchise to protect?” she chided. “If some chick tried to leg me out like this back in the Buffy days I would’ve carved her thighs bloody!”
A good idea was a good idea, even if it came from the bitch with her legs snaked around her neck. Shailene curled her hands into claws and managed one long raaaaaaake of her foe’s stems before Dushku snatched her wrists and pulled them up over her head.
“Yeah, ‘cuz I’m just gonna let that happen. So this is what passes for catfighting today? Allow me to broaden your horizons.”
Bundling the younger woman’s squirming wrists together, Eliza corralled both forearms in the crook of her right elbow, thus giving her left free reign over Woodley’s vulnerable frame. Shailene suffered greatly in the next minute as the dangerous brunette pulled her hair, raked her eyes and even clawed at her nostrils! After half a dozen vile passes up n’ down the youngster’s heaving tummy, Eliza settled for a tried and true tactic, the white-knuckled pincer applied to her opponent’s left nipple.
“This beat Sarah more times than she cares to admit.” Dushku spoke to herself, but did so loudly so as to be heard over her opponent’s hysterical pleas for mercy. “It should finish you just--”
The bell sounded and she looked up without releasing her grip. “Already? Damn. I never gave Sarah enough credit.”
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Eliza Taylor
Facedown and nearly exhausted, Eliza Taylor felt the brunette laying claim to her ankles but couldn’t do a damned thing to stop it. “Duuuhhh… don’t.” she muttered. “Get offa me.”
“You’ll hafta to make me.” Eliza Dushku replied matter of factly. “And right now I don’t think you can.” The words were still coming out of her mouth when she planted her left foot between the Aussie’s thighs and quickly stuffed Taylor’s right shin into the pit of her left knee. The blonde’s left shin was then angled / wedged against Dushku’s left calf, which effectively removed her foe’s legs from the equation. “Can ya move?” Eliza figured the answer was ‘no’ and got the confirmation she sought by grabbing a huge handful of Taylor’s purple bikini bottoms and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanking them between her sturdy cheeks.
Eliza wailed, dug her claws into the canvas and tried to drag her way forward, but Dushku’s careful knotting had her anchored in place. Then she reached backward in hopes of alleviating the wedgie and that only made things worse because Dushku grabbed hold of her biceps and clamped down tight. “You’re a lot tougher than the last blonde I smacked around.” Eliza’s tone was almost conversational as she settled into a slight, anticipatory crouch. “Probably comes with being on the CW. New letters, but it’s still my old stomping grounds.”
Taylor grunted, rolled her shoulders to get loose and failed. “Let. Me. Go.” she growled.
“Nope. I will give you a warning though. Try to keep your breathing shallow. Screaming only makes this one worse.”
Eliza Taylor didn’t get a chance to say another word before Eliza Dushku hoisted her torso off the mat in a hellacious, spine-wrenching arch. The advice was good, but Taylor couldn’t heed it, it just hurt too damned much! Give her credit though, she screamed through clenched teeth until the ref asked if she wanted to submit. “YES! YES! YES! GOD YES, JUST LET ME GO!”
Dushku let her go with a sweaty plop and straightened up. Hands on her hips, she smirked, “Blondes. They just don’t learn.”
Surfboard Deathlock: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX8Qy4UOCc0 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX8Qy4UOCc0)
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Scarlett Johansson
“Gonna be honest, girl.” Eliza’s voice was heavy with exertion as she struggled to keep the blonde’s wrists and ankles under control. “Kinda feels like you forgot about me the instant those executives decided you look good in a catsuit.”
Scarlett Johansson shifted beneath the sweat-soaked weight of her longtime rival and popped her hips as hard as she could. A valiant effort no question, but when an apartment wrestling match closed in on the hour mark position meant everything and the brunette had her blonde spread *just* thin enough to maintain her mount. Whining soft and low in the back of her throat, Scarlett made another attempt to wrest her wrists from Dushku’s talons. Eliza only squeezed tighter and snuggled a little closer, she was practically laying atop her burden now. “Never forgot you, Dushku.” Scarlett rasped. “Remember when we fought at the Avengers premiere party? Remember how embarrassed Joss was for you? He said he’d never seen you cry like AAAAAWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Eliza halved her control over the pinned woman’s legs to SHUMP the meatiest part of her thigh against Scarlett’s designer trunks. “Yeah, I remember that, bitch.” Dushku sneered in the blonde’s ear. “That’s why I called you out. It’s time to make new memories.”
Scarlett was in too much pain from the Low Blow to actually argue this point, yet she managed to find her voice when the fork of Eliza’s crotch pressed against her chin. “Don’t even think about it, trash heap.” she threatened. “Or I’ll make sure you NEVER leave the small screeNNNNNMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Dushku slid forward, burying her rival up to the eyeballs. “Small screen’s just fine by me, baby.” Eliza cooed as she enjoyed the reverberations of Scarlett’s cries off her undercarriage. “Long as I get to do this from time to time.” She increased her pace, really building a good seal as she slid back n’ forth across her blonde’s wailing face. Johansson tapped in under a minute but Eliza didn’t acknowledge it for close to three.
After all, she was making memories.
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Megan Fox vs Rosie Runtington-Whiteley would be nice!
Or Candice Swanepoel vs Miranda Kerr!
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Megan Fox vs Rosie Runtington-Whiteley would be nice!
Or Candice Swanepoel vs Miranda Kerr!
Swanepoel vs Kerr be my choice of these two but both would be awesome! I love Miranda Kerr as a jobber
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Emma watson vs gemma arterton
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It's a triple shot of goodness from my friend, the Walkin' Dude
I can't believe it! Dude is alive! I'm just going crazy from his sexfights! Especially The Neve Campbell's gorgeous matches! :-* ;D
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I think Britt Robertson would be good in a fight.
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This is my first attempt at one of these so bear with me...
The New Year's Eve party at the playboy mansion was wild as everybody expected, but what was not expected was how viciously Dove was going to punish Miranda during the event's main attraction, hot oil wrestling. Nearing the end of the match both young starlets were thoroughly soaked with oil and pushed to their limits. However, Dove was determined to prove that she has what it takes to go to the top of the celebrity catfight circuit. Both women started the fight in sexy little bikinis, Dove's with a blue top and orange bottoms, Miranda in a dark metallic purple, but now only their bottoms remained(barely) the tops discarded during the action. At the moment blonde has her dark haired opponent bent backwards over her knee in a devastating back breaker. She's held in position by Dove's fist having a death grip in her opponents greasy hair, her perky tits glistening and exposed for the cheering crowd to see. "Whap" the younger girl sinks her fist into Miranda's belly, "whap" a second fist, then Dove shoves her bruised and beaten foe onto the floor of the kiddie pool. The older beauty lands with a splash to the oily mat, groaning and holding her soar belly. Dove casually strides over to one side of the pool and picks up Miranda's discarded bikini top, she smiles, goes to all fours with top in hand and begins to stalk her opponent, taking the time to circle to the downed woman's right side. Looping the bikini top around both fists she suddenly pounces and wraps the tiny garment around Miss Cosgrove's throat and begins to strangle her with her own top. The blonde wrenches back on the choke, the scene looks similar to a camel clutch, all the while the other girl gasps and claws at the tiny cloth strip. After about thirty seconds of this kind of torture, she get bored and lets her barely conscious victim fall to the mat. Dove brushes her oily hair off of her face, smiles and blows a kiss to the crowd then roll Miranda onto her back for the coup de grace. She mounts the other starlet and seductively caresses the brunettes breasts. The scene turns unexpectedly erotic as Dove teases the older girls nipples into peaks, whose whimpers of pain have turned into gasps of pleasure. One long minute of this passes until the blonde hottie leans down and plants a chaste kiss on her opponents lips then whispers something unheard into her ear. It is quickly evident that is was no a sweet nothing as a look of horror comes across the dominated woman's face and an evil grin shows up on the other's. Dove then bears down and viciously twists and pulls on Miranda's now stiff and sensitive nipples. Her screams can be heard above the loud music of the party, her head twisting back and forth in agony, feat wildly kicking the floor of the kiddie pool. After a few seconds Dove relents and says something to her whimpering foe, all the while keeping her talons poised above the other's breasts. Miranda shakes her head, tears concealed by oil sliding down her cheeks, then sobs out her submission. The blonde raises her fists in victory and to show that there's no hard feelings plants a wet kiss on each of the brunette's sore nipples. She then stands up, strides to one end of the pool and points to someone in the crowd. Chloe Grace Moretz strides forward in a sexy version of her hit girl costume, hair died purple and put in pigtails. Dove is obviously calling out Chloe as her next opponent and Miss Moretz nods her head in agreement as the crowd cheers.
I am very interested in advice on how to improve my writing style, I hope you all enjoyed it.
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This is my first attempt at one of these so bear with me...
Welcome, DW...and congratulations on such a great debut effort! I'm most definitely looking forward to seeing more from you. And if you're looking for encouragement to write that Dove/Chloe fight, consider this it! :D
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I am very interested in advice on how to improve my writing style, I hope you all enjoyed it.
Great story, but if you want some constructive criticism... paragraph breaks after 5-8 sentences, or when it seems appropriate in the story (ie, a change in focus, or reversal of positions) will make it much easier to read.
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Darkwalker, that was fantastic! I agree that paragraph breaks would make it easier to read, but the story and writing itself was great, and if that's your firsr go, I cannot wait to read ALL the rest!
Thanks for sharing!!
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Kat Dennings vs Kate Upton
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The two busty beauties rolled back and forth across the carpeted floor of the Bel Air mansion, the grueling brawl having pushed them to the limits of endurance and exhaustion, their curvaceous bodies glistening with sweat as their heavy pants for breath filled the room.
Finally, they ceased their rolling as Kate seemed to have Kat firmly under her, the blonde straining to pin her rival's wrists to the floor. But with a roar of defiance, red-faced Dennings slowly but steadily pushed back against her opponent, and then suddenly she managed to roll the two of them over.
Using her feet to grapevine and spread Upton's legs, Kat poured everything she had left into her effort to pin the blonde down. And despite a tremendous effort by Kate to power herself free, ultimately her arms were pressed down to the floor. Everyone knew what was coming next, most of all Upton, who definatly hissed "Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" even as the smirking Kat slid herself up her adversary's body and pressed her 34DD's down upon the blonde's face, smothering her.
Kate squirmed in protest, but to no avail. In a rasp so soft, she herself could barely hear it, the exhausted brunette chanted "Please pass out...please pass out...please pass out!" again and again, until Upton finally went still and Kat was satisfied that she had knocked her rival out.
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I am very interested in advice on how to improve my writing style, I hope you all enjoyed it.
Great story, but if you want some constructive criticism... paragraph breaks after 5-8 sentences, or when it seems appropriate in the story (ie, a change in focus, or reversal of positions) will make it much easier to read.
Thanks for the advice, I'll try to do that for the next one. I would also like some help in getting the pictures before the story. One other thing, was thinking of doing a poll to find out what people would like to see for the Moretz/Cameron fight, but wasn't sure if I should do it on this thread, don't believe I've seen any here so for.
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Thanks for the advice, I'll try to do that for the next one. I would also like some help in getting the pictures before the story. One other thing, was thinking of doing a poll to find out what people would like to see for the Moretz/Cameron fight, but wasn't sure if I should do it on this thread, don't believe I've seen any here so for.
You'll probably get a bigger response by making the poll its own individual post, rather than putting it in this thread, I would think.
And inserting pictures anywhere you like in your post is easy. If you look at the buttons above the field where you write your story, you'll see the top row with B, I and U. Directly underneath the I button is another button with what looks like a framed picture in it. Just click that, and wherever you've left your cursor in the field, it will insert img (image) brackets. Between those brackets, just paste the URL of the picture you'd like to share, and voila! I would recommend you preview before posting, however...sometimes the board doesn't "take" certain pictures, for whatever odd reason, and you'll have to find a substitute.
Also, I've found a good rule of thumb is to use pictures that don't exceed 700x400 in size. Otherwise, you get something that crowds the whole page, and isn't always that easy to look at and enjoy. ;)
Thus endeth the lesson. (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fserendipity35.net%2Fuploads%2Fdanica-mckellar-math.jpg&hash=b024b57aa9231726f626dd456467cf8a7e5ba987)
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Thanks for the advice, I'll try to do that for the next one. I would also like some help in getting the pictures before the story. One other thing, was thinking of doing a poll to find out what people would like to see for the Moretz/Cameron fight, but wasn't sure if I should do it on this thread, don't believe I've seen any here so for.
You'll probably get a bigger response by making the poll its own individual post, rather than putting it in this thread, I would think.
And inserting pictures anywhere you like in your post is easy. If you look at the buttons above the field where you write your story, you'll see the top row with B, I and U. Directly underneath the I button is another button with what looks like a framed picture in it. Just click that, and wherever you've left your cursor in the field, it will insert img (image) brackets. Between those brackets, just paste the URL of the picture you'd like to share, and voila! I would recommend you preview before posting, however...sometimes the board doesn't "take" certain pictures, for whatever odd reason, and you'll have to find a substitute.
Also, I've found a good rule of thumb is to use pictures that don't exceed 700x400 in size. Otherwise, you get something that crowds the whole page, and isn't always that easy to look at and enjoy. ;)
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Thank you very much for the lesson, but I'm not really sure how to use URL, I just have pics saved to my comp.
Bye the way, that wouldn't happen to be Danica McKellar would it, would love to see her wrestle.
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Well this is strange.
I was putting together something for this thread and it just so happened to have Danica McKellar in it as one of the two girls. Which is weird, so I had to say something now.
I'm just trying to get my creative writing skills back and figured this was a nice place to do it since this thread is legendary in status and quality.
...but now I'm convinced that some of you have ESP. Don't mess with my creative brain!
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Danica McKellar? Lovely!! I'm looking forward to that, Catscratches. Great selection! :D
Also, I might knock up a quick one myself, 'cause it's been a while.
Any suggestions/requests?
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Thank you very much for the lesson, but I'm not really sure how to use URL, I just have pics saved to my comp.
You can upload those pics to one of image file hosts, like Imagebam, Imagevenue, etc.
These sites will allow you to post thumbnails of those pictures on message boards, like this one.
Photobucket is another one, and it will give you links to full size images, as well as thumbnails.
So basically, you upload your pics, the site generates codes for either thumbnails, or full size pics, and you use those.
Hope this helps.
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Olivia Munn vs Sara Jean Underwood
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The two so called “geek queens,” both dressed in lingerie, had been battling for around an hour on the matted floor to a group of cheering fans. The battle had been back and forth for some time, the desire of each woman to be the top queen evident in every hold and blow delivered.
Yet now, Sara gritted her teeth and gave grunts of pain as Olivia arched her back improperly in a vicious camel clutch. Sara’s hands flailed uselessly as she tried to break free at which Olivia only laughed and simply taunted.
“What’s the matter Sara? Not as flexible as you thought?”
“Fuck you!” responded Sara at which Olivia simply pulled even more causing new spasms on pain to course through Sara. Sara breasts, barely held by her top slipped out in response as well. Olivia gave a mischievous smile at this and adjusted her clutch, grabbing both of Sara’s breasts and squeezing them hard. Sara gave a shriek of pain in response and her struggles intensified in response as Olivia laughed and said.
“I heard that you got implants recently, well slut, I can certainly feel as much!” Olivia mashed and pulled Sara’s tits up and down in playfully. Sara gave a pathetic whimper in response, and closed her eye, a tear of pain slipping out as she tried to resist. Olivia noted this and with confidence, said.
“So Blondie, do you give?” Sara hesitated for a second, and did not respond. Olivia, impatient, added her nails to the claws, piercing Sara’s soft flesh easily and leading to a ear piercing screech from Sara. This was the last straw and Sarah screamed.
“I give!!! I Give!! I GIVE!!!” Olivia laughed and pulled up next to Sara’s face.
“And???” Sara blinked a tear and said.
“You’re the Geek Queen! Now please let me go!!!” Olivia smiled with satisfaction at the result and let go of Sara who flopped to the floor. Sara slowly started to get up before Olivia pushed her back down. Flipping her over to her back viciously, Olivia grabbed Sara’s arms and pinned her down with a grapevine pin. Smiling, Olivia stated.
“Did you think I would let you go that easily miss fake tits! Well let this Geek Queen show you what a real pair is like!
At which Olivia lowered her tits onto Sara’s face, cutting off her oxygen! Sara’s eyes widen in despair and she tried to break free. But soon her struggles grew weaker and weaker until finally she stopped entirely, unconscious. Olivia, smiling at the result, simply stood up, tore off Sara’s remaining clothing and held her arms in victory to the crowd, before walking out.
Later that day, Sara woke with a start, and realizing what had happen, gave renewed tears as she contemplated if she would face Olivia again and reclaim her crown.
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Awesome work yet again, AK! Many thanks! Loved it! Loved seeing Munn get the win, too. ;D
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Taking inspiration from this thread, I've decided to dust off the old creative writing hat and put it on. Giving credit where credit is due to the multitude of writers before me, I only write the words but the idea belongs to all of you. It's a great idea, a popular thread, and an awesome place. So kudos to all of you on the 26 pages before this post and beyond. I'm no expert in writing nor do I claim and this is my first real "story" posted here, so please enjoy.
That being said, somebody earlier suggested something with Jodie Sweetin in it (I believe against Danielle Fishel). While I'm sorry about the lack of Fishel in the net, I've decided to give it a go with
Jodie Sweetin vs. Danica McKellar
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Danica McKellar laid on her back in a daze, still processing both the pain that was washing over her entire being and how she got to this point. The deafening roar of the crowd surrounded her and she could feel her body tense knowing what was coming. Through tears in her eyes she looked away and to the right where she was blinded by lights, catching only a glimpse of the sequin black shorts that she started off the match wearing. She felt her legs parting once again and knew a very sharp, now familiar pain was about to strike. She couldn't tense anymore, there was no more bracing for impacts. She lost count by now, was this number three or four? It didn't matter, the pain would wash away any thoughts jumbling around in her head regardless if she was right or wrong.
It was supposed to be a high class, for fun and charity event. Two celebrities, certainly not washed up but no where near in the limelight, wrestling for the crowd of rich movers and shakers who paid top price for entry. Physical training, learning the basics and how to make things look good, it actually was unscripted and going well for Danica in the beginning. It was her opponent, Jodie Sweetin, who took things much further then they should have and nobody came to help, not when Jodie hit her for the first time between the legs, not when Jodie started to strangle her, not when Jodie ripped out a chunk of her hair, and certainly not now. The crowd was in a frenzy and getting their entertainment beyond anything expected.
Danica's legs were spread open now, her dignity as a woman only holding on by a single thread as the much younger Jodie hadn't totally stripped her of her bottoms, leaving her aching crotch only thinly protected by the material of her black running underwear. It wouldn't help nor protect her this time just like the others as Jodie put her weight down on her arms, holding Danica in place on her back by her shoulders. Taking the point of aim once more, she smiled before she reared her leg back and behind her almost like a twisted yoga pose before slamming it violently forward into Danica's unprotected womanhood. Danica howled once again in pain, unable to form words and with only the strength to convulse her arms around slightly. Her fight was over, there was literally nothing left for her other then the pain reaching it's way across her entire body.
Jodie moved herself up onto Danica's hips, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her head up. She knew Danica was done, but she wanted more. "This is MY chance." she stated coldly to Danica, "People are going to remember me kicking your old ass." Jodie shook her head around before asking, "Give up you little mathlete slut."
Surprisingly, Danica didn't give her the answer she was looking for. Groggy from the pain, she managed to respond, "Screw you, druggie bitch."
Defiant, Danica however pushed the absolute right and wrong button. Jodie completely lost it at both the druggie comment and the fact that she wouldn't give up even after the beating she just took. "You fucking WHORE!" she screamed, slamming her head into the mat. "I'll make sure NOBODY forgets how I humiliated you!"
Jodie crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her sports bra, pulling up. While the cameras flashed white as her massive tits flopped out all she could see was red. It had turned from a beating into a humiliation as Jodie reached down and brought her arms behind Danica's head, using one arm behind her head and another firmly gripping her hair. Once she had her, she then pulled her face first up into her massive cleavage, holding her face against her sweaty skin and suffocating her inside her beyond ample bosom. Danica's muffled cries and gasps could be heard by Jodie only who reveled in the fact that her opponent's arms flailed and pushed at her effortlessly in an attempt to pull her breasts away from her face.
Danica felt darkness overcoming her mentally as Jodie's breast smother denied her oxygen, Jodie also felt Danica getting weaker and continued to whisper taunts to her. She tossed personally insulting words at her but Danica failed to hear them as her body went limp. Jodie held her opponent for a few more seconds then she should have after the victory bell sounded, it didn't matter to her at this point. Letting Danica fall to the floor, she slowly stood up and over her now sleeping, limp opponent before bending over and pulling her sequin top off, allowing Danica to have one last humiliation by exposing her "inferior" breasts to the world.
"Look at those tits." she stated coldly to her unconscious opponent while reaching down for her sports bra. "Pathetic in every way. I guess that makes them perfect for you, bitch." She slid her Sports Bra on over her massive cleavage before cruelly kicking Danica's exposed breast and laughing. She then turned, pandered to the crowd, and basked in the limelight of victory.
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Taking inspiration from this thread, I've decided to dust off the old creative writing hat and put it on. Giving credit where credit is due to the multitude of writers before me, I only write the words but the idea belongs to all of you. It's a great idea, a popular thread, and an awesome place. So kudos to all of you on the 26 pages before this post and beyond. I'm no expert in writing nor do I claim and this is my first real "story" posted here, so please enjoy.
That being said, somebody earlier suggested something with Jodie Sweetin in it (I believe against Danielle Fishel). While I'm sorry about the lack of Fishel in the net, I've decided to give it a go with
My friend, let me be the first to give you a huge WELCOME and a round of rousing applause! Two of my favorite ladies, exquisitely rendered in a thrilling end game. Magnificent work indeed...and a harbinger, I can only hope, of many more contributions from you! :D
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Melissa Joan Hart vs Danica McKellar: 1996
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Danica let out an anguished moan as Melissa pulsed the muscles of her inner thighs, the steely legs of the blonde locked tightly around the head of her rival. "I'll bet you're really regretting that 'thunder thighs' crack you made earlier, huh bitch?" Hart sneered, reveling in her opponent's haplessness. It had been a stalemate throughout much of the catfight between these two young TV starlets, but in the last few minutes McKellar had seemed to reach her limits, while Melissa still had some fuel left in her tank. The blonde had been systematically breaking down her adversary with a series of increasingly painful holds, and now she was aiming to finish the brunette off. Danica's face went from red to purple as she was crushed between the thighs of her nemesis, her breathing labored and eyes growing glassier by the moment. Her hands slapped weakly at her oppressor's legs, to no avail. The lithe bodies of both young women glistened with sweat as the tableau played out on the carpeted floor of the Beverly Hills mansion, until finally McKellar ceased moving altogether, and with a plaintive sigh she slipped into unconsciousness, and tumbled into defeat.
Melissa Joan Hart vs Danica McKellar: 2016
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Two decades is a long time to wait for revenge, but like the mathematician she is, Danica bided her time and plotted her strategy until the opportunity finally arose. As with their first battle twenty years before, it was a titanic struggle that saw the two beauties evenly matched...albeit lacking some of the speed and endurance of their younger selves. And as with that original fight, this one might well have gone Melissa's way again. But Danica, calling upon her deepest reserves of power, battled on, until now she decidedly had the upper hand. It would have been sweet irony to beat Hart with a head scissors, but Danica wasn't interested in following in her rival's footsteps. Instead, she blazed a new trail...much to the blonde's pained regret. Sitting upon her opponent's back, Danica grabbed Melissa's legs and pulled them up and back, agonizingly bending her spine. Then, to add further injury, she spread Hart's legs wide, pressing down on the thighs, straining her hamstring muscles to the snapping point. Crying uncontrollably, the blonde shrieked out her surrender...but the brunette refused to relent. Keeping the torturous hold firmly in place, McKellar would not budge, until at last Melissa's spirit was broken, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
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Great stuff, JJ!
Short, sweet, and exceptionally well written.
Thank you!
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Thanks for the awesome welcome JJ! And followed by more McKellar! The official scorekeeper of this thread must be spinning how fast McKellar jumped in the points!
I had a little bit more free time so I figured I'd do something again, this time a little shorter and sweeter.
AnnaSophia Robb vs. Chloe Bridges
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AnnaSophia's muffled cries couldn't be heard by anybody but Chloe as the only witnesses to the fray were the walls and carpet of the empty dressing room. The noise from the outside studio party was loud, loud enough to dampen the struggle between the two starlets minutes before. There was really no love between the two, despite their friendly nature in public ever since working on The Carrie Diaries together they actually despised each other. It was only natural that when the two young stars ran into each other at another studio party, sparks were going to fly.
After glaring daggers and some choice words, it was Chloe's idea for them to ditch the party to settle their differences. AnnaSophia was much to heated to worry about anything...that is until they walked into the dressing room and Chloe locked the door behind them. Chloe's idea had paid off in the end however for her as she, after a bitter dress ripping struggle between the two, finally sat nearly triumphant on a tired and weak AnnaSophia. With one claw locked on in her blonde hair and the other reaching behind her and mauling her young breasts with her nails, Chloe sat on AnnaSophia's face dominantly.
AnnaSophia weakly grabbed Chloe's ass and dug her nails in, trying to get Chloe off of her. A tired Chloe laughed slightly before using both of her hands to pull AnnaSophia's hair and shove her mouth and nose directly into Chloe's crotch. The material of Chloe's thong barely blunted the smell and moistness of her sex as AnnaSophia got a facefull of her womanhood, blocking her mouth and nose from pulling full breaths. Chloe, who began to rub her hips back and forth ever so slightly, used all the strength she had left in her arms and hands to hold her blonde opponent there, letting out a grunt and a moan several times before stating coldly to AnnaSophia, "Screw with me again, slut, and I'll make you eat it next time."
AnnaSophia couldn't breathe and was fully panicked, kicking her legs and digging her nails into Chloe's ass one last time before her eyes began to roll upwards and her body began to fall limp from the suffocation. The last thing she could hear before the overwhelming blackness was, in between a panted moan, Chloe cruely whispering "And after I'm finished with you, I'm going to go victory fuck your boyfriend, bitch."
One defiant last moan came from the blonde before her arms fell to the side and she went totally limp. Unknown to the now sleeping blonde, Chloe pushed down deep on AnnaSophia's face with three final thrusts and climaxed on her rival's face through her panties. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she dropped AnnaSophia's head to the floor and stood up on shakey legs from both the fight and the finish. Her outfit's bottoms where in tatters, but it didn't matter, she could find something in the dressing room to cover herself and would then proceed to leave the blonde on the floor while going to attempt to make good on her final promise to AnnaSophia.
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Incredible work, JJ and Catscratches!
Love the sudden influx of Danica!
And Catscratches, a massive welcome indeed to the party. Awesome work, and I look forward to reading anything and everything you write. Loved both of your stories, even if I felt so sorry for Danica. :(
Great job!
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We've had some tremendous contributions lately, and I want to thank all of the authors for sharing the fruits of their labors!
And the sudden burst of Danica McKellar activity is not only greatly appreciated by me, but its also given me an idea. What does everyone else think about selecting a specific woman to feature in our stories on a given day?
So I'd like to suggest this: On Wednesday, January 6th, anyone who is interested in doing so is encouraged to write and post a piece with Kaley Cuoco.
(Hey, it's my idea, so I get to pick the girl! LOL)
It can be Kaley triumphant, or Cuoco in the dregs of defeat...wherever your muse takes you.
Of course, I'm not suggesting that fights with other lasses not named Kaley Cuoco shouldn't be posted on Wednesday. But it's my hope that some of the amazing talents we have here will take a swing at this. Who knows, if it's successful, maybe we can do a different woman each week. :D
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I like the idea of girl specific days, but how about you do it on their birthdays. The 6th is Irina Shayk birthday. Maybe a few stories on her.
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Still more magic from the Walkin' Dude...
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Scene from a submission wrestling match: Daisy Ridley vs. Danielle Panabaker.
Identical old school pro-style one pieces for both ladies, cut high on the hips and scooped low across the back. Gleaming ‘Rebellion’ white and matching pads / boots for Ridley, ‘Flash’ Red and heroic yellow pads / boots for Panabaker.
******
Stretched out almost full length on her opponent’s back, Danielle Panabaker squeezed her laced fists even tighter and pulled back on the Chinlock to bend the other brunette’s neck at a vile angle. “Give up, Daisy.” she panted. “I’ve got you.”
Daisy Ridley waggled a finger ‘no’, slapped her splayed palms against the mat and draaaaaaaaaaaagged herself perhaps three inches closer to the ropes. It’d been easier if she had both legs at her disposal, but Danielle had her left leg folded up and pinned between their bodies in a perfect STF. Even so, the limber Briton bore the pain without complaint even as the small crowd groaned at curve in her neck and spine.
Weary yet determined in her snug perch, Danielle noted the other brunette’s stubbornness and made an abrupt decision. Unhooking her legs from Ridley’s trapped stem, Panabaker slid around in a quarter circle so that she was stretched perpendicular to her foe’s left shoulder. In the next instant she scissored her thighs around Daisy’s left arm and wrenched it backward while simultaneously transforming her Chinlock into an S-grip Crossface.
“NNNNNGGGHHHHHHH!” Daisy groaned through clenched teeth, planted her remaining right hand and pushed up as far as she could to better alleviate the wicked pressure.
“Told you, girl.” Danielle huffed, her tone almost as strained as Ridley’s. “I don’t wanna hurt you, I just need to hear it!”
Ridley shook her head’ no’ as best she could. “Yuuuuuhhhhh….. you’re not gonna get it.” Daisy rasped. “Not tonight. Not ever!”
She jammed her right elbow into the canvas, forced herself up that much higher and slid a full foot closer to the bottom rope. Her fingers were less than four inches from sanctuary when Panabaker halved the Crossface and reached over with her left hand. Snatching control of Ridley’s right elbow, she pulled that arm back as sharply as she could and trapped it under her left armpit. In the same breath she threaded her left leg over Ridley’s head and drew it toward her, thus resuming the agonizing torque on her adversary’s neck.
“AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!” Daisy wailed in frustration as much as pain, though make no mistake, the pain was exquisite. Denied her arms and head, she wriggled her knees in a final attempt to reach the ropes and--
“GIVE. UP!” Danielle poured it on with everything she had left, lifting the Englishwoman’s upper body off the mat by a good six inches.
Ridley still managed to hold on for another fifteen seconds before she smacked her left foot against the mat three times. “Yield.” she moaned. “I yield.”
The applause was polite albeit shocked, not a one of them had expected a small screen starlet, let alone a second banana genre girl like Danielle Panabaker to hang a loss on the new face of the biggest franchise on the planet. And yet, after forty-five minutes of what was unquestionably the most flawless display of mat wrestling in her burgeoning career, that’s what she’d done.
Still oblivious to how her own fortunes might change in the wake of such a victory, Danielle released her hooks and sat up, allowing the other brunette to curl up on one side. Silent for a nearly half a minute, Panabaker laid a gentle hand on Ridley’s shoulder and asked, “Gonna be ok?”
Daisy sat up, pulled that aching left arm to her chest and nodded. She looked disappointed and angry, though none of it was directed at her opponent. It was the look of a proud, honest young woman forced to admit that she’d been bested by a superior foe. Hurt though she was, Daisy didn’t hesitate to meet the American’s gaze when she replied. “Yes, thank you for asking.” A pause. “The executives will scream at you for a rematch, in fact I’d wager they’re dialing your management even now. I wouldn’t blame you if you made them jump through hoops, but I’m asking you as a personal favor not to refuse them. I would very much like the chance to avenge this loss.”
Danielle mopped some sweat from her brow, tucked some damp hair behind her ears. “Screw the suits. Call me whenever you’re ready and we’ll set it up ourselves. They’re probably already calling this a fluke. I want to prove it wasn’t.”
“I wouldn’t dare call it that. But I won’t let it stand. Believe me when I tell you that.”
Panabaker gave her a competitive smile. “Who says you’ll have a choice?”
Daisy matched the American with a grin of her own. “I say.” She extended a hand. “See you on the mats, Danielle.”
Danielle returned the gesture, gave her new rival’s hand a sturdy squeeze. “See you on the mats, Daisy.”
Finishing sequence: Rings of Saturn https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jh4lvlDMhig (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jh4lvlDMhig)
Note: For those that wondered, the preceding shouldn’t be taken as a lack of faith in Daisy Ridley’s potential as a femfight image. Indeed, I’m of the mind that she’s got an impressive career ahead of her and would look great in the ring against the likes of Melissa Benoist and Troian Bellisario, the latter of whom I consider to be the benchmark for the current crop of bendy-backed fighters.
That said, if the scope / media presence of a franchise is tied to the combat schedule of its leading lady, that would make Ridley the busiest young fighter on the planet right about now. Amidst all of the box office record smashing, the whirlwind appearances and a growing string of victories, it’s not hard to imagine she might stub her toe against an opponent neither she or her handlers had ever anticipated.
Enter Danielle Panabaker. I’m guessing that anyone judging her based solely on picture reference would be quick to apply the ‘jobber’ tag (a label I find obnoxiously limiting, but that’s beside the point) but regular viewers of The Flash and anyone who’s seen her turns on Grimm or the Piranha sequel will note she’s possessed of a fightin’ frame that’s rather at odds with her geekish, perennial second banana status.
Of course, her winning this first encounter is no guarantee of future victories against Daisy, but I don’t see her quitting after a loss either, which could lead to an increasingly spirited ‘Best of (insert number of your choosing)’ between the pair of lissome brunettes.
As for the sportsmanship demonstrated post-bell, your mileage may very, but it felt more appropriate then cattiness considering the rest of the piece. Yet I certainly wouldn’t argue (or indeed complain) if they got meaner with one another as the series rolled on, especially if one young lady started running up the score on her rival.
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Yay! Kaley for the win! *____* Go-Go! Riding girl! ;D :D
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Alice Eve vs Kaley Cuoco
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The two blondes grunted and groaned in pained exhaustion. Facing each other on their knees, they strained and struggled against the other, bodies soaked with sweat, golden tresses unkempt. They had been battling without pause for nearly forty full minutes, and now they fought on with only the dregs of strength left to them.
Suddenly, Kaley pulled free of her opponent's embrace, balled her right fist, and fired a punch flush into Alice's belly. The English beauty gasped, but her taut abs absorbed the worst of the blow. Now, it was Eve's turn, and she put virtually everything she had left into her fist; Cuoco moaned, but her abs...as equally toned as those of her rival...held up. Now the two warriors fired piston-like punches against and again into their bellies, both determined to hammer the other into helplessness. But all too soon, their arms were like lead, and the power behind their fists waned.
In desperation, Alice brought both of her hands up and sank her stiletto fingers into her adversary's breasts. Kaley howled in torment, but willed herself to do likewise, and within moments her hands were mauling the orbs of the Brit just as viciously. Their bikini halters long since torn away, there was nothing to protect their bosoms as they squeezed and twisted. Tears streamed down the faces of both women as they gasped and shrieked in agony.
Ultimately, one gorgeous gladiator could withstand it no longer. With a loud, pained sigh, Alice's arms went limp, her hands slipping free of Cuoco, and her eyes fluttered as her head lolled from side to side. Kaley squeezed ever-harder, frantic to drive her rival into unconsciousness before she herself succumbed to exhaustion. Finally, Alice's lush body slumped to the floor.
Victorious, Kaley gave a raspy chuckle and wore a half-smirk on her face as she wiped the sweat from her brow...and then with a mewl, she keened forward, her body flopping like deadweight across the chest of her opponent. Both slumbering beauties lay there, spent to their last.
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And now this from the Walkin Dude...
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Neve Campbell vs Kaley Cuoco
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“C’mon Kaley!” one of the well-heeled guests called of the general murmur of his compatriots.
“Yeah!” another added. “Don’t let her treat you like that!”
Neve Campbell looked up from the task at hand, a hardworking smile on her face. “You think she’s stretched out like this because she likes it?” the brunette veteran scoffed. “Go on, Kaley. Tell your fans how it feels!”
The weary, sweaty blonde pushed up on her elbows, oblivious to the photogs snapping quick shots of her bare chest. “Why don’t you go fuck yourself you old AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!”
Campbell worked the pair of wickedly curved hooks (formed by the index finger and thumb on each hand) that much deeper into the crease between buttock and thigh and DUG her fingers into the dense, defenseless meat of the blonde’s inner thighs. The numbing pain of the Hammy Clamp put Cuoco’s forehead on the carpet, one arm crooked over the back of her head while the other kneaded uselessly at the thick carpet.
Seated just above the pits of her blonde’s knees, Neve jostled her grip a little harder and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned down, putting that much more weight on Kaley’s defenseless haunches. “Done, sweetie?” Campbell asked after several more seconds of white-knuckled kneading. “Or are you gonna make me pop this bubble butt of yours?!”
“NO!” the thought of surrender forced the battered, but defiant battler onto her elbows again. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR NOOOOO AAAAAAHHHHHH YOOOOOOOOUUUU FUCKING BITCH![/i]”
Neve halved her control on the Clamp to snatch a huge handful of Kaley’s powder blue bikini briefs. These she yaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked up in wedgie so vicious it earned sympathetic murmurs from those closest to the action.
“STAAAAAAAAAHP!” Kaley bawled. “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE! JUST LET GOOOOOOOO!”
Neve let loose after a nod from the ombudsman, cracked her knuckles and then pattered out a spanking little bongo riff on her blonde’s beaten buttocks. “Three falls to two, you really made me work for it this time.” She pushed up a little and ‘snapped’ her bottoms tight against the curves of her glutes. Then Neve crawled forward and rolled Kaley onto her back.
In stark contrast to the Hammy Clamp, none of Cuoco’s fans voiced any incredulity when the brunette swung around and sat firmly on their heroine’s weepy, smudgy features.
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The crowd at the party had been egging the two girls to fight all night long. Kaley and Lindsey were shooting hate looks at each other when finally Lindsey strutted up to Kaley and said, "lets give them what they want bitch." Kaley quickly replied, 'lets go then, whore." The women took a step back, glared at each other and kicked off their heels. Lindsey raised her arms challenging Kaley to lock up in a female test of strength. Kaley accepted the challenge and the two beauties locked fingers and the struggle began. The two grunting women engaged in this matchup for about 3 minutes without either girl gaining a distinctive advantage. The crowd which had formed a circle around the fighters were shouting encouragement and instructions to each. The girls then broke the fingerlocks and each ripped at the top of their opponents dress. Now bare to the waist the fighters engaged in a mutual bearhug slamming their boobs into each other. The women now sweating and gasping for breath decided to take the fight to the next level and started to swing at each other. Both ladies landed a couple of punches to the face and tits of the other. It looked like Lindsey was getting the best of these exchanges when Kaley landed a hard right to Lindsey head. Lindsey staggered backward and dropped to her knees. "Finish her," the crowd shouted and Kaley did with a barrage of punches to Lindsey's face, tits and belly. Lindsey was out, and Kaley walked away with her arms up in victory to the cheers of the crowd.
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I love Walkin' Dude!!! :-* :-* :-* :-* :-* :-*
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Jugg Bounty: Kaley Cuoco vs. Halle Berry (Boxing) by simguy, November 2008
HIGHLIGHTS (ONLY) BY ROUND[/u]
Kaley in black bikini, frisky ponytail, bangs; Halle in yellow bikini; ring connections hip and jugs; both in white gloves.
Round 1: Similar hand positions: left hands low, rights under chins. Kaley's on her toes, feinting Halle: Berry more flat footed, bending low at the waist, looking to use upperbody more than her legs. Kaley directing an unusually high proportion of her stitching one-twos to Halle's chest - chop-chopping jug, then bounding out of range. At one point, Berry clearly enraged, shouts: "What the hell, Kaley? Back offa my rack!" Unexpected hard feelings at the bell: Berry chesting up on Kaley and glaring at her - ref forced to take a hand.
Round 2: Kaley on her toes, circling, feinting, testing her mentor's legs. Cuoco swatting a supple hook off her hip, showing the up-jab - again targetting Halle's jugs a high percentage of the time. Cuoco's flashing right hand scoring strikes to rack as well - smiting home sudden as Kaley proves able to score from well outside. Kaley hopping-to, unleashing slashing lefts and rights from her waist, whacking the stuffing out of Halle's bulging rack. Berry crying out as her former student helps herself big time. Halle badly rattled - clinches out the round - Kaley showing good leg strength in keeping Berry's back to ropes. More hard words as Kaley turns away without explanation, leaving Berry smoldering/aching.
Round 3: Kaley bouncing on her lead (left) foot, left hand dangling: she'll swat hooks from here, or drop in right hands - punching Halle's face or chest, then pivoting hard-left. Berry scuffing up, breasts throbbing: Kaley's determined rack assault clearly rattling the world's sexiest woman. Blonde punctuates the round with a pair of swatting hooks across Halle's jugs as Cuoco's executing a pretty pivot-left. Berry grimacing, visibly outraged: Kaley again turning away, marching quickly back to her corner.
Round 4: Kaley's quickness can't be denied - walking to her right, dangling her left hand - she'll flip the left off her hip, nagging Halle's breasts, pestering 'em. Down the stretch - Kaley exaggerates her first step, spooking Halle into a crouch, then blonde brings the hesitation straight right, poking Berry bingo on the chin. Halle punched out of her stance - arms pinwheeling as she backpedals into ropes. Shocking jolt has Berry weak-kneed at bell as Kaley cooly looks her foe over.
Rounds 5-6: Exhibition rounds for Kaley: rounds of cold hard truth for Halle. Kaley's constant cuffing and smiting of Halle's jugs continues to vex Berry: Cuoco just swiping away one or two shots at a time, or jabbing 'em on her walk-abouts. Both rounds wide to Cuoco - she's bedevilling Halle from outside, embarrassing her through 6.
Round 7: Cuoco flat footed, edges in close to clean up on a worn down, busted up Halle Berry. Halle not reading the same script - she's very comfy inside, rubbing her left shoulder against Kaley's chest and tearing up blonde midsection and breasts with still-blazing combinations. Bell: Halle seething, forcing eye contact: Cuoco getting a taste of her own bitter medicine to jug this round.
Round 8: Same again - Kaley wanting Halle inside: Berry starts to fall off the pace. Kaley starting to light it up, gloves bouncing with popping spank off Halle's flesh. Late the round - Halle's legs go, spilling her awkwardly to ropes. Kaley pounces in, unleashing a torrid scrubbing of lefts and rights to jug, mercilessly scouring a sobbing Berry as crowd roars to its feet. Halle rubbery legged, hugging her battered chest at bell: Kaley whirls away, stomping hard-eyed to her corner.
Round 9: Halle's shabby: Oscar winning thighs trembling under her weight; face puffy from punches; breasts slugged raw by a heartless Kaley Cuoco tonight. Berry turning, facing into blows - a battered beauty, trudging forward on pride alone. Pair of cuffing hooks/chopping straight right dislodges Halle's mouthpiece - it flops onto the canvas as Berry's tottering back on her heels. Kaley feints, brings the sudden right hand to Halle's jugs - pivots-left as Berry's cringing. Kaley feints, repeats the move, smiting breasts that sneaky right hand lead, pivoting away from receipt. Kaley feints once, starts a fake hook, brings the shocking straight in blunt to mouth, taking Halle completely by surprise. Jolting blast sends Halle clattering backwards, jugs a-jumpin' - she's a pathetic sight tripping over her own feet, thumping to her buns at ropes. Berry can't get off her rump - KO9 Kaley Cuoco in unexpectedly tart fashion.
Afterward: Cuoco quickly ushered from the ring as Halle is tenderly brought around, leaving onlookers perplexed. In days to come, Cuoco reveals that HBO came to her with a jug-bounty offer too rich for Kaley to pass up. Body-part bounties controversial, but a fact of life in the FCBA - Kaley explains in BLONDE! Magazine interview: "I couldn't say no. Halle's my idol, but you wouldn't believe the money HBO offered for sustained jug-mugging! If Halle's going to continue, she needs to know every girl out there is gonna be gunning for those breasts. You seriously can't afford not to! It's not something I'm proud of, but Halle herself always told me ‘get paid’ - you know? I rang her up and got paid and, hopefully, that's something she’ll at least respect if not forgive."
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Love these stories , how do I add pictures to my story? I want to post .
I clicked the add images button but it was not the pictures I wanted added
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Amy Davidson vs Kaley Cuoco - Private Lingerie Catfight
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Was the last word out of Amy's mouth before Kaley slammed her red haired opponent down with a devastating power bomb...devastating that is if the two half naked beauties weren't battling on a king sized bed.
Despite the plushness of where they did battle, the impact combined with how exhausting the struggle had been thus far appeared to have taken the last of the fight out of the sexy Davidson.
Both women were covered in sweat from the nearly hour long conflict, lingerie clad bodies glistening, hair almost drenched, their chests heaving with fatigue.
With a disgruntled frown at her bra strap, Kaley discards the torn garment, and readjusts the waist band of her silver boyshort panties. She then takes a moment to admire her handiwork. Amy, face up on the bed with a slightly glazed look in her eyes, bare breasts rising and falling.
The blonde notices a slight peaking of her victim's nipples, "So you ARE getting aroused by this." With this in mind she begins to slowly trace the edges of Amy's red satin panties, brushing her creamy pale thighs, then finally caressing her womanhood. The red head slowly begins to respond to Kaley's touch, a slight moan escaping her lips.
After a couple minutes of gentle attention, when it seems like Amy is ready to explode, pleasure suddenly turns to excrutiating pain as a crotch claw is applied. Her entire upper body jerks upright as she screams at the top of her lungs. Kaley quickly changes tactics and like a viper latches onto Amy's now fully erect nipples, a new scream escaping her.
"If you give up now slut, I might just continue giving you that pleasure you were experiencing before this," bearing down on Davidson's nipples "unfortunate incident."
"Please stop, I quit, just please stop!"
Kaley smirks and with one last savage twist, releases her whimpering foe.
Amy falls back and simultaneously tries to ease the pain in her nipples and groin.
Intending to keep her promise, the blonde removes the red head's hand from her aching crotch and begins to gently caress once again. This time she continues until her opponent achieves release. However, right after the spasms subside she slams her fist into the now limp woman's pussy. Amy screams in pain once again and curls up on the bed sobbing.
Kaley grabs a robe and leaves the penthouse with a smirk on her face, once again showing that she is one of the most sadistic fighters around.
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two broke girls v big bang theory
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Kaley Cuoco vs Hilary Duff
Kaley Cuoco moaned as the powerful thighs entrapped her head in yet another energy stealing scissors hold. Her face red with sweaty hair partially obscurity her vision but she could see the other girls watching, feel the denim shorts pressing against her chin as the blondes ass mere inches from covering her face. Kaley could feel the wet grass sticking to her back her sports bra pulled up her breast partially exposed.
She thought back to the beginning of this standing outside the beach house surrounded by the girls in the tournament. Her bare feet on the grass, wearing a pair of cut off shorts her tummy bare her boobs covered with a black sports bra.
She stood across from Hilary Duff another former child star also blonde. Kaley was taller but Hilary's muscular body was intimidating, the smaller blondes thighs looked deadly or at least capable of ending a match in short order. Hilary was also dressed in similar fashion as Kaley ; denim jeans cut offs and a flowered sports top her abs cut as if chiseled from stone.
The two blondes had circled each other and came together hands pressed to hands each struggle to show their dominates but despite Kaley's best efforts Hilary first shoved her backwards.
Kaley struggle more digging deeper within herself, but she cried out as Hilary bent her wrist over.
The big girl ripped her hands free of Hilary's grasp but leaping at the small girl wrapped her muscular arms around Hilary's head she had flung the smaller girl to the grass falling on top of her.
Hilary escaped the head lock and Kaley fought to secure her arms but groaned as Hilary shoved her over trying to climb on top of her
Thinking fast Kaley scissored Hilary's leg preventing the small girls advancement up her body.
Hilary grunting pressing Kaley's arms in the grass her boobs mashing against the taller girls. Straining but her legs entangled with Kaley's, the taller girl smiling at Hilary's frustration.
Kaley managed to twist Hilary's body wrapping her arm around her neck trying to choke out Hilary early in the match but the smaller girl captured Kaley's arm not letting her lock her wrist.
The girls struggle and pant as Hilary manages to pull her leg free rolling away.
They scramble to their feet both slightly bent sweat beading their foreheads Kaley lunged and Hilary ducked coming in behind Kaley wrapping her strong arms around Kaley and with a heave she yanks the big girl off of the grass and spinning she slams Kaley on the ground shoulder first.
Hilary not letting go she rolls Kaley face first in the grass. Then swiftly she released her arms and pulling them up into a full nelson. Kaley gasp as she found herself trapped in Hilary's strong hold.
The pretty blondes face was a picture of anguish as Hilary planted her feet lifting herself up but keeping Kaley on her knees she pressured up the hold forcing Kaley to scream in pain. Pressing her face down the blonde screamed Hilary smiling lifted Kaley off the grass letting go of the full nelson she ducks quickly slipping one arm between Kaley's legs and hooking her leg she lifts the bigger girl showing everyone her power as she lifts Kaley Cuoco over her shoulder draping the big blonde over her shoulder in a back breaker. Kaley moans in pain as Hilary walks around the circle of girls all smiles before dumping Kaley in the grass.
Hilary walks in a circle as Kaley gets to her feet her body racked with pain. Some of the girls are yelling for Hilary to finish her while others yell for Kaley to fight back.
Kaley stands and Hilary grabs her hand as the girls begin a mercy match, Kaley would like to have said she only lost because she was tired or maybe she had underestimated the smaller girl but as Hilary bent her wrist back and she dropped to her knees infront of the blonde she knew Hilary was too strong for her. She cried out as Hilary smiled and stepped back and smashed her knee forward into Kaley's face and her world spun as she fell.
She could see Hilary walking around her, she wanted to get up but she was too weak then suddenly Hilary dropped on her wrapping her legs around Kaley's neck and began to squeeze, Kaley screamed in pain as the thick legs coiled around her neck in a reverse scissors hold.
Now several minutes later Kaley’s face red with tears soaking her cheeks, with her chin pressed into Hilary's ass.
Hilary squeezes as her legs bulged with power Kaley screamed. The veins in her forehead emerged from her skin like a veiny body builder with each constriction of Hilary's legs. Kaley pulling at the legs of steel couldn't escape she became frantic gasping as Hilary smiled at the other girls. Hilary even took a minute to pose in a single arm muscle flex as she worked the scissors. Finally Kaley could take no more as she tapped the smaller blonde's leg surrendering the match. Hilary laughed as she stood up placing a foot on Kaley's chest she unbuttoned her shorts sliding them down her thick legs now only wearing black lace panties with her sport top Hilary descended onto Kaley tear stained face squatting over Kaley she pulled her face taunt against her hot mound leaning back on one arm placed on Kaley's chest she began to grind her hot moist center on the defeated girl.
Kaley struggle but too weak to shove her away.
Hilary working the face sit grinding her wet pussy against the sobbing face of Kaley. Hilary tossing her long hair back as she rolled her hips, finally as Kaley's arms go limp as she passes out Hilary leans forward dropping to her knees now grabbing a double handful of Kaley's blonde locks she pulls her face up so tight she gushes spraying Kaley's face with her juices as she climaxes hard on the defeated girls face.
Hilary releases her hair letting her head rest on the grass as she poses still sitting on Kaley's face flexing her arms and tight abs.
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Love these stories , how do I add pictures to my story? I want to post .
I clicked the add images button but it was not the pictures I wanted added
Hi! It's really quite easy, once you know how.
Look up to the row of buttons that start with B, I and U. Directly underneath the I is another button with what looks like a picture in a frame. Just place your cursor in the writing field where you would like your picture to go, and then click that button. That will create a pair of IMG brackets. You then find the photo online that you would like to use, copy the URL, and paste it between the IMG brackets.
I would recommend using the Preview before posting, as sometimes this board, for reasons unexplained, doesn't take certain photos.
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Penny vs Max
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Penny scooted backwards on her butt, but Max was relentless, bearing down on her rival and not giving her a moment's respite. A stomp to the belly halted the blonde's retreat with a grunt, and the New Yorker stood over the Californian, seething with fury. Penny's win over Max in their previous apartment catfight had infuriated the brunette, and she was obsessed with getting her revenge and writing off that loss as a fluke. As usual with their battles, the fight had been fairly even, with neither able to hold the advantage for long. But Max did have the edge now, and she fully intended to exploit it and drive her adversary into tearful defeat.
Penny lay flat on her back, check heaving, as she tried to rally her fading power. When she saw Max lift her right foot up, she instinctively turned her head to the side, out of fear that the brunette would drop a stomp directly onto her pretty face. Max did indeed press her foot down on the side of her adversary's face, putting as much of her weight behind it as she could, as the blonde squealed from the pressure. "No blonde bimbo beats me twice, you bitch!" Max hissed. She then lifted her foot up and bent over at the waist, grabbing Penny's black bikini halter and yanking it down until her breasts fell free. "Just letting the hens go free range before they get the axe," the brunette said with a sinister sneer.
Woozily, Penny sat up...which is just what Max wanted her to do. Stepping back, the East Coaster took careful aim, and then launched a kick that would do David Beckham proud, aimed directly at her victim's left tit. Unfortunately for the brunette, her victim wasn't quite so willing to let her 'girl" be ground zero. Penny threw herself backward at the last instant; as a result, the ball of Max's foot just barely glanced against the breast. And the momentum sent the startled brunette up into the air and then crashing down to the floor, the back of her skull taking the brunt of the impact. Glassy eyed, Max moaned in pain as her hands clutched the back of her head and she rocked back and forth on the carpeting. With a groan, Penny forced herself up to all fours and crawled over to her rival.
The blonde had promised herself that she wouldn't simply win this match, but she would make that bitch scream her surrender. Now, Penny worked to fulfill that pledge. Shoving the still-dazed Max onto her belly, the West Coast beauty sat on her back and grabbed the brunette's toned legs (like Penny's, sculpted magnificently due to many hours each day spent waitressing), yanking them back in a way Nature never intended. With the sudden electric jolt of agony coursing up and down her brutalized spine, Max snapped out of her stupor and let go with a piercing howl. Penny pulled the limbs back more and more, as the brunette pounded her fists into the floor in anger and anguish. Finally, unable to withstand it any longer, Max rasped, "Enough! Stop!"
"Say it!" the blonde commanded. The proud New Yorker resisted the humiliation for a few seconds more, but then blurted out, "I give up...I surrender!" "Louder!" Penny replied, yanking the legs even harder. "I GIVE UP!!! PLEASE...LET ME GO!!! I GIVE UUUUUUUUUPPPP!!!"
Satisfied, the blonde released her victim and stood up. Sobbing, Max rolled achingly over onto her back, and Penny repaid her one last tit for tat, pressing her foot against the side of her beaten rival's face as the Californian struck a victory pose and basked in the applause of the spectators.
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Kaley Cuoco vs Scarlett Johansson
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Scarlett Johansson wearing a shining blue bikini, her short hair already wet and combed back.
Kaley Cuoco stepped up peeling her mesh beach jacket off revealing a black bikini. Her hair also cut short in a pixie style for the newest season of "The big bang theory"
The girls circling each other starring into each other's eyes. Scarlett gave up 2 inches but their weight was close enough this would be a extremely close match.
The smaller blonde struck first as she charged. Slamming her shoulder into Kaley's tummy tackling her to the sandy beach. Cuoco saw her charge but the sand slowed her movement. Kaley squealed as she landed in the sand. Scarlett climbed on top of her but Kaley's strength came in handy as she shoves Scarlett away. The blondes rolling across the beach covering themselves in sand.
Scarlett pinning the bigger girl to the sand shoved her tits onto Kaley's but as she did Kaley planted her feet in the sand and shoved the small girl away.
They got to their knees and clashed hand to hand breast mashed together. Kaley shoves Scarlett onto her back but Scarlett scissors her thigh preventing the bigger girls advance.
Kaley made a discussed sound as she grabs Scarlett's hair and slammed her head backwards into the sand dazing the blonde. Kaley climbing on top of Scarlett her knees press into the smaller girls boobs making her cry out.
Scarlett plants her feet and shoves knocking Kaley off. The girls get to their knees and grabbing hair each squeal and screams as they begin to yank hair as this match quickly becomes a fight.
The girls roll into the surf as the gentle waves crash into them. The girls are soaked and sand sticking to each other's curves. Scarlett gets to her feet grabbing Kaley's hair pulling her up and throws a punch landing hard on the big girls chin.
Kaley staggers and falls in the surf. Scarlett reaching into the water pulling the bigger girl onto the beach Kaley coughs but pulling herself onto her knees Scarlett whirls around but Kaley's arm wrap themselves around Scarlett's legs tripping her. Scarlett now looking tired also lays on her back pulling a leg free she shoves Kaley off of her.
Both girls panting, wet and sand covered slowly get to their knees grabbing each other's hair and wildly pull. Body's locked in primitive combat till Kaley shoves Scarlett backwards and straddles her.
The smaller girl not giving up struggles but Kaley crawls off of the blonde but wrapped her thick thighs around Scarlett's neck and begins to squeeze.
Kaley's pixie hair a mess but her smile is broad as a gasping Scarlett taps her legs "God dammit let me go, I give" Kaley unwrapped her thick legs and quickly straddles Scarlett reverse straddling her ,she lowers her full ass onto the small girls face and began to smother out the smaller blond. Scarlett kicks and struggles but soon she falls limp as Kaley stands placing a foot over the girls face and poses in a double arm flex pose
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It's an interesting idea we got going here! I'll throw something into the mix too!
Kaley Cuoco vs. Katherine Heigl
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Katherine's reputation was getting the best of her. She had been sentenced to yet another direct to DVD film, this time a romantic comedy in which she played the main character who was a mother and a wife. In one specific scene she was to go over to a new neighbor's house and, through a serious of hilarious miscommunication, be slapped by the neighbor and have a fun and hilarious "catfight" ensue with her loosing to the neighbor and cutting to a new scene.
The studio, worried that the star potential was low, managed to swing Kaley Cuoco to fill in the small role of the hot and sexy neighbor.
Of course, Katherine did what she did best and was a complete and utter bitch on set and off set. It only got worse when Kaley arrived, as the younger, seemingly more fit girl arrived for her scene. Katherine did her damnedest to let everybody know her displeasure with Kaley being cast. Kaley, not one to back down, fired back and the two were feuding on set so much that the scene was literally moved to be filmed dead last. The decision was not the best however, as the time went on both became more vocal about each other and the crew of the movie started a rumor about if the two were to fight in real life who would win. Overwhelmingly, the poll stated Kaley, which infuriated Katherine to a boiling point.
With the cameras rolling, the scene started and on the first take, Katherine walked into the set and, instead of dialogue or lines, walked straight up to Kaley and slapped her. Kaley, stunned, slapped back and an all out catfight ensued. Nobody on set moved as the fight spilled out onto the floor or as clothes began to fly off, they just kept rolling the camera, somewhat stunned at what they were seeing.
Kaley got off to a good start, but it all turned downhill after Katherine, somewhat unexpectedly, started using some dirty tactics. Unable to keep pace with the amount of punishment Katherine dished out to her breasts, face and crotch, Kaley found herself stripped of her sexy black lingere with Katherine eventually womanhandling her in all manner of directions.
Katherine sat on Kaley's back, wrenching her back as she used one hand to pull up on the beaten girl's chin and the other to pull her blonde hair at her roots. Quickly tiring of pulling out lumps of Kaley's hair, Katherine cruelly turned her claws loose once again on Kaley's oversized breasts, clawing and mauling them while maintaining the camel clutch, making sure that the defeated actress was facing the camera. "Cry." she commanded, dragging nails across Kaley's sensitive and ravaged breasts and eliciting a scream, "I'm NOT letting go until you start crying and say who's the better woman and actress here."
Kaley couldn't help it, she had been almost utterly destroyed by Katherine's cruelty. She began to cry, humiliated, as Katherine yanked back her hair harder and insultingly bounced her exposed breasts for the camera. "I...you...you are better." she stated between sobs, "You are the better woman...please...let me go.". All the fight in Kaley was drained and she was suffering from humiliation as she could hear Katherine's laugh echo from behind her.
Giving Kaley's breasts one last claw and causing one last scream, Katherine let her go and shoved her face first into the set's carpeted covering before standing up. She was topless herself and had bruises and scrapes, but that didn't stop her from turning her attention to the camera and stating coldly, "Screw the script. Use that, and fuck you all.. She then stormed off set and never returned.
The video of Katherine's cruel humiliation of Kaley was uploaded a short time later to underground video viewing sites. In the first hour it hit 1 million views with many more to follow. Katherine was back in the spotlight and more famous then any movie could have made her at this point, and Kaley couldn't show her face (or chest) anywhere for several months after.
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Note: Sorry, I'm cackling as I write this because I'm no fan of Kaley. OBVIOUSLY. But either way, I wanted to take part and help this idea out, so here you have it. Hopefully you enjoyed it! I meant to try to keep it shorter but I must apologize, I do like a good set up.
~Catscratches
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Thanks for the awesome welcome JJ! And followed by more McKellar! The official scorekeeper of this thread must be spinning how fast McKellar jumped in the points!
I had a little bit more free time so I figured I'd do something again, this time a little shorter and sweeter.
AnnaSophia Robb vs. Chloe Bridges
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AnnaSophia's muffled cries couldn't be heard by anybody but Chloe as the only witnesses to the fray were the walls and carpet of the empty dressing room. The noise from the outside studio party was loud, loud enough to dampen the struggle between the two starlets minutes before. There was really no love between the two, despite their friendly nature in public ever since working on The Carrie Diaries together they actually despised each other. It was only natural that when the two young stars ran into each other at another studio party, sparks were going to fly.
After glaring daggers and some choice words, it was Chloe's idea for them to ditch the party to settle their differences. AnnaSophia was much to heated to worry about anything...that is until they walked into the dressing room and Chloe locked the door behind them. Chloe's idea had paid off in the end however for her as she, after a bitter dress ripping struggle between the two, finally sat nearly triumphant on a tired and weak AnnaSophia. With one claw locked on in her blonde hair and the other reaching behind her and mauling her young breasts with her nails, Chloe sat on AnnaSophia's face dominantly.
AnnaSophia weakly grabbed Chloe's ass and dug her nails in, trying to get Chloe off of her. A tired Chloe laughed slightly before using both of her hands to pull AnnaSophia's hair and shove her mouth and nose directly into Chloe's crotch. The material of Chloe's thong barely blunted the smell and moistness of her sex as AnnaSophia got a facefull of her womanhood, blocking her mouth and nose from pulling full breaths. Chloe, who began to rub her hips back and forth ever so slightly, used all the strength she had left in her arms and hands to hold her blonde opponent there, letting out a grunt and a moan several times before stating coldly to AnnaSophia, "Screw with me again, slut, and I'll make you eat it next time."
AnnaSophia couldn't breathe and was fully panicked, kicking her legs and digging her nails into Chloe's ass one last time before her eyes began to roll upwards and her body began to fall limp from the suffocation. The last thing she could hear before the overwhelming blackness was, in between a panted moan, Chloe cruely whispering "And after I'm finished with you, I'm going to go victory fuck your boyfriend, bitch."
One defiant last moan came from the blonde before her arms fell to the side and she went totally limp. Unknown to the now sleeping blonde, Chloe pushed down deep on AnnaSophia's face with three final thrusts and climaxed on her rival's face through her panties. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she dropped AnnaSophia's head to the floor and stood up on shakey legs from both the fight and the finish. Her outfit's bottoms where in tatters, but it didn't matter, she could find something in the dressing room to cover herself and would then proceed to leave the blonde on the floor while going to attempt to make good on her final promise to AnnaSophia.
One of my favorite stories on this thread yet! AnnaSophia is a hot little jobber and you wrote a great story! Fantastic work!
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Bella Throne vs Kaley Cuoco
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To say that people were shocked by the turn of events would be considered an understatement. Bella had been a rising star of the catfight league, with several wins under her belt. But none had expected her to challenge a veteran like Kaley Cucco especially given the fact that most of her losses were to said veterans (with one notable exception). Many people suspected that her past victories had made her cocky and expected another brutal stomping from the veteran Kaley.
Yet by the end of the fight, it was clear this was not going to be the case as Bella had her knee on Kaley’s back, pinning her to the floor of the ring. Smiling, Bella held Kaley’s face down on the floor while her other hand held onto Kaley’s panties, giving her such a brutal wedgie, it was a wonder that her panties didnt break. Kaley, exhausted by the fight, could only a silent howl and futility claw at the floor to break free.
After a few seconds of torture, Bella re-position herself so that she held Kaley more firmly. Keeping the wedgie tight, Bella gave a mischievous as she smooth her right hand over Kaley’s pale cheeks. Looking to the crowd, she winked to her “friends” in the stands of which Zendaya, Dove Cameron and Victoria Justice were present before saying loudly to the crowd with arrogance.
“Thank you all for coming here to support me as I beat this tramp, and I would like to show my appreciation!” At which Bella raised her hand in the, open handed as the crowd grew rowdy with anticipation.
“For my fans!” Bella brought her hand down hard, hitting Kaley’s cheeks in a resounding SMACK!
“For my friends!” Bella said with a wink to them, before bringing her hand down again with another resounding SMACK! Kaley could only moan as this happened, her cheeks already turning red.
“For that shitty show of yours Kaley!” Bella brought down her hand again, smacking Kaley’s ass twice SMACK SMACK, causing it to be fully red.
“And finally! For my fellow combatant Chloe Moretz!” A pause passed at which Bella gave the middle finger to the camera, before leading in with it as she shoved it into Kaley's womanhood and clawed at Kaley’s crotch.
Kaley, who had been simply moaning at this point, gave a ear shattering scream in response, the thin fabric of her underwear providing little protection and soon none as Bella’s nails pierced through them. Kaley’s tried to break free and get Bella off her, but Bella’s hold was too strong and she could only flail. Bella silently asked for Kaley's surrender and to her credit, Kaley held out for a minute or so, but soon the faithful words can.
“Bella! I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!!!!” Bella beamed in satisfaction and gave the claw one final push before letting her go. Kaley curled up in pain, holding her womenhood and trying to soothe it but was forced down by Bella as she stood up and placed her foot on the back of Kaley’s head, grinding it to the floor as she held her hands in a victory pose saying to the crowd.
“I’m the Queen Bee of this league! And there’s no one who I can’t beat! And if think that you can, remember what happened here!” At which the crowd went wild as Bella basked in the spotlight.
Meanwhile….
At the gym, Chloe was giving the punching bag a beating, controlling her breathing and working out her stamina as Bella’s claim to the league blasted on the TV. Chloe gave a small humph at Bella’s claim before saying to herself.
“We’ll see about that Miss Queen Bee.” Before launching a three punch combo to the bag and continued her training through the night.
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And now this from the Walkin Dude...
Where does he post these? I've always liked his stories but haven't seen much from him since K&G's old message board went offline.
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So which celebrity gets their own day next?
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Well, offhand I'd say that was something of a success, wouldn't you? ;)
I absolutely loved all of the write-ups! Win or lose, my greedy desire for Kaley fight action was more than satisfied yesterday. Thank you one and all for contributing, and I hope everyone else enjoyed the fruits of these labors as much as I did.
That said, I think it would be wise to avoid making this a regular thing, otherwise I believe it would lose a special something. Maybe every couple of weeks we could revisit this idea...but it doesn't have to be devoted to just a single woman. Maybe we'll do "Redheads" next, or "Canadian Girls". The options, really, are endless.
Meantime, write on! ;D
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And now this from the Walkin Dude...
Where does he post these? I've always liked his stories but haven't seen much from him since K&G's old message board went offline.
Right now, he's posting nowhere but here. He's an actual friend of mine, and since he hasn't signed up to be on the board (although he does read it and he enjoys it), he asks me to post his occasional work. And frankly, I'd like to change occasional to frequent. ;)
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So which celebrity gets their own day next?
I would like to nominate Karen McDougal for celebrity of the day. Or week, or year. ;D
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Troian Bellisario vs Shay Mitchell
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“I can’t wait for this show to be over with so I won’t have to see your face ever again!” Troian Bellisario then delivered a mean spirited back hand slap across the right cheek of Shay Mitchell’s face. Shay staggered and stumbled backward feeling the effects from the war she had been a part of as Troian followed her closely ready to put her rival away. Bellisario then was able to get both of her hands into Mitchell’s hair as she used her grip to pull Shay’s head down while elevating her right knee quickly until Shay’s face was greeted by it.
Shay’s head flew upward quickly as her hair snapped back and flew around everywhere, “oh and Canada sucks!” Troian threw another insulting verbal jab at her rival before giving Mitchell a stiff right kick to her midsection. Shay let out a little gasp while clutching her tight belly as she doubled over toward Troian. “And for a fit bitch, you sure as hell can’t fight!”
With her longtime rival doubled over, Troian quickly snuck around Shay until she was standing behind her and gave Mitchell a hard kick into her ass which caused Shay to stumble a few steps before falling face first onto the floor. Knowing she had her rival right where she wanted now, Troian did not hesitate to straddle Shay’s back and grab two handfuls of Mitchell’s hair as she began to repeatedly bounce the side of her rival’s head into the floor.
Shay’s eyes were fluttering and the room began to spin around her when a grinning Troian stopped and wrapped her long slender legs around Mitchell’s body in a body vice squeezing the air out of Shay tightly. “Looks like you are done now.” Bellisario then rolled Mitchell over onto her side and maneuvered her right arm around Shay’s neck and securely looked in her choke using her left arm. “Go to sleep bitch!” Troian, with a big smile on her face, wrenched her choke backwards as much as she could as Shay coughed and gasped for breathe while her arms flailed all around.
“Pathetic, absolutely pathetic!” Troian let her rival know just what she thought of her as she swiftly took all of the energy away from Shay and refused to let go until Mitchell’s body went completely still. Bellisario finally did let go and watched as Mitchell rolled back onto her belly totally defeated. She may not like the fact that she has to see Shay every day, but Troian will always have the images of her kicking her co-stars ass to help put a smile on her face when she needs it.
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So which celebrity gets their own day next?
Jessica Alba!!! Or Emma Watson!!!
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Damn, I am loving the build to Bella vs Chloe and all these stories...plus Bella is a fun villain to write.
Can I contribute a finish of two?
Have at it! The more the merrier!!
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Selena Gomez vs Olivia Holt
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Selena Gomez was sick and tired of not just always losing but suffering so many humiliating defeats. The young Latina had arguably lost more matches than anyone else and she could not take it any longer. And now standing on the threshold of victory all of her past losses seemed to disappear out of her mind as she drug Olivia Holt and positioned the younger woman right where she wanted her, draped back first on the arm rest of a couch.
Olivia’s upper body was dangling off the edge of the couch as Selena stepped her left leg over the blonde’s body and now had her straddled with Selena in a standing position facing Olivia. Selena brushed the loose blonde hair out of Olivia face. “Sucks losing doesn’t it? Well get used to it because if you can’t beat me I have no idea who you could beat.” Holt looked up into Gomez’ eyes extremely fearful at what her opponent was going to do next. Selena gave the small blonde an evil smile right before she punished Olivia’s belly with a quick punch that caused Holt’s head and neck to fly upward.
Selena was ready to react as she used her left hand to grab a full hand’s worth of blonde hair and yanked Olivia ‘s face right up against her crotch and trapped the small blonde firmly in place by squeezing her legs around Olivia’s neck. Holt was immediately frantic and begun waving her arms around wildly while Selena totally enjoyed the rare feeling of dominance as she kept Olivia’s face up against her panty clad womanhood and even going as far to rub Holt’s face up and down it as the Latina soaked up the feeling of impending victory.
Defeated and demoralized, Olivia’s screams were unrecognizable as Selena’s thick thighs squeezed tighter and tighter on her neck turning the blonde’s face a deep red color until the moment her arms fell limply at her sides. It was all over now for Olivia and Selena could feel that her opponent out and wanted use this opportunity to send a message to other women that her days of jabbing to them was over. Gomez moved off of Holt and took her time stripping Olivia of every last piece of clothing she had before repositioning the sleeping blonde in a seated position on the couch. Then wanting to add one last wrinkle to the image that sent before her, Selena shimmied off her own slightly moist panties and stuffed them into Olivia’s open mouth. Gomez took a picture of the defeated blonde and sent it along with a message to every woman she could of stating’ “I’m not your jobber anymore, this is what happens when you mess with me now!”
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Nice one, iamrodgers. Thank you!
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Here's a fun piece of photo manipulation I picked up on the old K&G board a few years back, featuring Scarlett Johansson and Michelle Trachtenberg. There are others floating around out there, and if anyone has any of them, I encourage you to share!
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You didn't think I was done with her, did you? ;)
Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
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Their bodies stripped naked and soaked with sweat, Kaley and Mila grunted and groaned as the stumbled around the room, each trying to overcome the other. Suddenly, Cuoco unleashed a wild swing of her right fist, nailing her rival hard in the jaw. Mila's head snapped violently to the side with a shower of perspiration. Seconds later, the incident was repeated in reverse, as the blonde followed up with a powerful left cross. This blow sent Kunis reeling backward, until she was pressed against the wall.
Cuoco moved in menacingly on her opponent, but the brunette was not as hapless as she seemed, and when the blonde drew close enough, Kunis threw a kick deep into Kaley's lower belly, doubling her over with a heavy grunt. Cuoco stumbled back a few steps, but her retreat was halted by her rival's grabbing her matted golden mane. Mila then tucked the blonde's head between her thighs, wrapped her arms around the waist of her nemesis, and with a banshee's roar lifted Cuoco up off of the floor. She held her lush body vertical, feet pointing up to the ceiling, for a long heartbeat, all the while with Kaley whimpering "No, no, no!" And then Kunis dropped down to her butt.
With Cuoco's head held firmly between the thighs of her nemesis, the crown of her skull took the impact, with the weight of both women behind it. She was barely conscious as the rest of her nude body flopped to the carpeted floor like a ragdoll.
Awareness came in fits and starts, as light stabbed her glassy eyes and muffled sounds grew sharply in her ears. As she became more lucid, she realized that something was different...and wrong. She had expected to find herself resting in one of the guest bedroom of the mansion, but instead, although she was flat on her back, she could feel only the plush carpeting of the living room under her. Then she realized there was an odd pressure on her face.
It took a few more moments for her still-foggy brain to comprehend what was happening. When she did, she burst into tears of humiliation, although she was still too dazed and weak to do anything about it. And from a leather wing back chair sat the triumphant Mila Kunis, now garbed in a silk kimono, a tumbler of whiskey in one hand and the smuggest of smirks on her face, as her feet rested upon the face and chest of her despised rival, reducing the proud, if defeated, Kaley to the role of footrest!
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Alexandra Daddario vs Katrina Bowden
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With a stiff and well placed jab right jab into Alexandra Daddario’s left breast Katrina Bowden had her opponent reeling and stumbling backwards. The tall and leggy blonde stayed on the offensive driving Alexandra back as Daddario tried to cover herself up with her arms until she unfortunately ran out of space and collided back first into a wall in the corner of the room. Alex had nowhere to go and covered her fully exposed breasts with both of her arms to protect them from Katrina, but the blonde had other ideas as she picked up her pace charging forward and caught Daddario by surprise with a rising knee directly into her crotch.
Alexandra let out a little squeal and her hands moved down to her womanhood while her knees got shaky as her exhausted blonde rival exhaled a bit in relief feeling that had control of the fight now. “Got you now bitch, this fight is over!” Katrina moved within inches of Alexandra and drove her forehead into the bridge of Daddario’s eyes causing the brunette’s eyes to begin to water as her vision quickly blurred. The blonde’s eyes then moved downward to Alex’s large heaving chest which made for two inviting targets. Katrina’s two tightly balled fists started to rain pain and terror into Alexandra’s two mounds repeatedly which turned the brunette into a sobbing mess trapped in the corner. “Your hideous face is going to look so much better when I smother you out under my perfect ass!”
Each of Alexandra’s breasts was smashed inward multiple times as Katrina battered and bruised each one equally. Daddario tried to shove Bowden away from her weakly, but the aggressive blonde just kept pressing forward attacking the brunette’s body with a flurry of punches and slaps until Alex’s body could not take any more and she collapsed onto the floor. A smiling Katrina grabbed Alexandra’s ankles and drug the brunette to the center of the room and stood tall above Daddario before dropping her knees down on top of Alex’s arms to pin them to the ground while slowly moving her right index finger down onto Daddario’s lips, “now I think it’s about time you pucker up these pouty lips of yours and give my ass a little kiss!”
With her taunting and teasing out of the way Katrina repositioned herself and lowered her barely covered backside over Alexandra’s face before lowering down until Daddario’s features got to meet Bowden’s bottom up close and personal. Bowden made herself comfortable as she placed her feet on top of Daddario’s belly humming a little tune as the brunette struggled mightily underneath her for a few moments until every last beat of energy was sapped away from her.
Kat could have spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing on top of Alex comfortably, but she was a busy woman and had plenty of things to do so she left the topless napping brunette to sleep off her humiliating defeat for a while.
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Love your last match jackflash! Specially the end, keep em coming mate and thank you and all the other writers keeping this going :)
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Here's a fun piece of photo manipulation I picked up on the old K&G board a few years back, featuring Scarlett Johansson and Michelle Trachtenberg. There are others floating around out there, and if anyone has any of them, I encourage you to share!
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Wow. This has got to be one of the best fake photos I've seen. It looks great. Love it. I wonder how the fight would have went if it had REALLY happened. Thanks for sharing.
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Absolutely fine fake, really excelent, many thanks.
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Kaley Cuoco had started out strong but by the third round she was tiring and losing badly. Kat Dennings, however, seemed to get stronger as the round continued. Where Kaley had used Kat's big breasts for punching bags in the first two rounds, Kat was returning the favor with a vengeance.
Pow! Pow! Pow! - Kat threw leather bombs at the gasping blonde's knockers and she could do nothing to stop the attack.
"Owee! Ooofff! St-st-stop!" Kaley gasped, staggering backwards under the barrage of blows from her brunette foe.
Kat kept coming, now even laughing at Kaley's whimpered pain cries. "Penny! Knock-knock-knock! Penny!" she giggled as she punched Kaley's aching tits with each word.
Eventually Kaley was backed into a corner where Kat could really go to town on her. In just a few seconds the gorgeous blonde starlet was hanging limply by her arms in the corner of the ring as Dennings pounded her into oblivion.
Kaley's big eyes rolled wildly around and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She was truly out of it. Even her black spandex top had given up the fight and had slipped down around her waist.
Kat took the blubbering loser by the arm and led her to the center of the ring. Kaley went all bow-legged then knock-kneed as she swayed gently. Kat made a big comedic windup with her right fist before slamming Kaley right on the jaw. She practically flew backwards and when she crashed to the mat she was so limp the ref didn't even bother counting her out. He just raised the busty Kat's right glove in victory.
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Thanks to all for the fantastic contributions these past few days. And a special thanks to Sandman for that delightful boxing bout, with a very funny ending. :)
And my gosh, nearly 450 posts in this thread, almost 37,000 views, and a mind-boggling 30 pages in length...with no signs of slowing down! Amazing, amazing work my friends...lets keep it up!
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Here's a fun piece of photo manipulation I picked up on the old K&G board a few years back, featuring Scarlett Johansson and Michelle Trachtenberg. There are others floating around out there, and if anyone has any of them, I encourage you to share!
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Wow. This has got to be one of the best fake photos I've seen. It looks great. Love it. I wonder how the fight would have went if it had REALLY happened. Thanks for sharing.
... it's real to ME, dammit! :-)
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... it's real to ME, dammit! :-)
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Avril Lavigne vs Jamie Lynn Spears
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The leather glove smashed against the side of the blonde's face, snapping her head roughly to the side with a spray of sweat. A follow-up blow caused the mouth guard to fall free from between her teeth and fall to the canvas. It was painfully dawning on Jamie Lynn that she had made a disastrous mistake accepting Avril's challenge to box; the Canadian hellion was still smarting over her most recent wrestling loss to Britney Spears, and now Jamie Lynn was being made to pay for her older sister's victory.
The record book will show that this bout went 46 seconds into the fourth round. A haymaker to the chin sent Spears sailing onto her back, and there she lay, unfocused eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, chest heaving for breath, as the referee counted her out.
"Tell your bitch sister she's next!" Lavigne snarled at her fallen opponent as the ref raised her arm in triumph.
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Would still like to see Bella Thorne vs Dani thorne
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how about Jamie lynn spears v Emily osmont
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The two young actresses were exhausted. They had been engaged in an arranged apartment catfight for 15 minutes. Jamie lynn and Emily had been competing for the same roles since they were teenagers, so when a producer asked them if they were willing to fight for the starring role in his movie, they both agreed. A select crowd of about 20 people were cheering the two beauties on, yelling encouragement to their favorite. The fighters were now topless, sweating, grunting an panting. The fight had taken its toll on both girls. The fighters were so evenly matched that at no time could anyone say that one girl had achieved a distinctive advantage. They had agreed to fight to the finish, the fight would be over when one fighter simply could not continue, was knocked out, or was unable to defend herself. The girls could barely stand up as pure exhaustion had set in. Emily dropped to her knees and motioned to Jamie lynn to do the same and lock up for one final go around that would decide the match. The girls locked fingers and the final showdown was underway. Emily finally forced Jamie Lynn down to the carpet, and with the little strength she had remaining began to chock Jamie Lynn. The crowd yelled for Emily to "Finish Her", and she did with a couple of punches to Jamie's face and breasts.
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some photos
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Great work, Al! Ms. Osment and Spears the Younger both deserve a bigger presence around these parts, I reckon. ;)
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Giada De Laurentiis Vs rachel Ray would be great
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Here's a fun piece of photo manipulation I picked up on the old K&G board a few years back, featuring Scarlett Johansson and Michelle Trachtenberg. There are others floating around out there, and if anyone has any of them, I encourage you to share!
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Out of curiosity, how does one these type of pictures? Is it just photoshop?
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Emily Osment vs Emma Roberts
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Regret. For some, it develops over the expanse of time. For others, it comes quickly.
For Emily, regret came on powerfully over the course of a single wrestling match.
Specifically, she had come to regret her pre-match taunting of her opponent, ridiculing Emma for her 32A cup size. By comparison, Osment's 34B's made her downright busty, and she was more than happy to flaunt that fact in Emma's face...literally, such as when she pulled Roberts's face into her cleavage to smother her.
But now, arms tied up between the top and middle ropes, her breasts being pounded relentlessly by Emma's punches, Emily has every reason to wish she had never placed two such large bull's eyes on her 'girls'. THUD...THUD...THUD...went Emma's fists again and again, each blow sinking deep into the soft breasts, and each drawing an anguished yelp from Osment, who hung helplessly from the cables.
Finally, Roberts pulled her victim free of the ropes, dragged her by the hair to center ring, body slammed her to the canvas, and leapt up into the air. Gravity brought her crashing butt-down upon Emily's breasts, causing her to howl in pained protest. And there Emma sat, smirking down at her rival as the referee counted to three and mercifully brought an end to Osment's torment.
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Out of curiosity, how does one these type of pictures? Is it just photoshop?
Photoshop...or else he has a TARDIS to travel to an alternate universe where everything that happens on this message board is reality. And I'd really like to live there! ;)
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Out of curiosity, how does one these type of pictures? Is it just photoshop?
Photoshop...or else he has a TARDIS to travel to an alternate universe where everything that happens on this message board is reality. And I'd really like to live there! ;)
True, though I cant help but wonder if that were the case, we would be writing about different celebs entirely. And great job on the Emma Roberts fight, love seeing her get her due. She seems like she would have a mean streak! ;D
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Emily osment vs Jeannette mccurdy would be awesome
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Chloe Moretz vs Victoria Justice - Paddle on a Pole Match
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Victoria, her black shorts and stripped blouse in tatters, bit her lip for a second, her soft moans of pain soon becoming a screech of pain as Chloe, added more pressure to the figure four leg lock. Chloe, dressed in her sweaty, yet pristine sweat pants and shirt grinned wickedly as she pulled, hoping to weaken Victoria enough to give her time to claim the prize.
Above in one of the turnbuckles was a pole holding a wooden paddle, and according to Victoria, who ever reached it and unhooked it first, would be the winner. And the loser, Chloe remember Victoria telling her with a smile on her face, would be subjected to a vicious spanking.
As a result of these rules, both girls during the match rushing to unhook it, but each time it was thwarted by the other’s efforts. Eventually, Chloe gave up and sought to weaken Victoria enough to give her time at which the tide turn unfavorably for Victoria.
Victoria, who at this point was regretting volunteering for Bella, tried to reach up and break free, but Chloe was too quick and simply added more pressure. Eventually, after several seconds of this torture, Chloe was satisfied and let her go, standing up in the process, as Victoria crawled up in a fetal position, holding her legs in pain. Chloe kicked Victoria in the stomach a few times, before going to the turnbuckle, and started climbing up it.
Victoria, still aching with pain, tried to get up but her legs gave and she fell to the ring floor, as Chloe reached it top turnbuckle. Tears in her eyes at the thought of what would happen if Chloe unhooked it, Victoria looked to the crowd in desperation, hoping for some salvation as Chloe reached out for the paddle.
Suddenly out of the crowd, someone came out running and slide into the ring, the crowd gasping in response.
Chloe, who was in the process of unhooking still, did not realize this until her legs were swiped underneath her and she fell butt first hard on to the top turnbuckle. Chloe face was in an o shaped as sudden shock of the impact, but she was then pulled down hard by the mysterious opponent, into a tree of woe position. It was at this point that Chloe saw who it was it was none other than Zendaya, with a big smirk on her face. Entering the ring as well, to Chloe shock, was Dove Cameron as well whom Zendaya gave a high five before saying.
“Well well, Dove, look who what we got here. A talentless slut who hurt the both of us over the last few weeks, want to return the favor?’ Dove smiled and simply stated,
“Oh course!” At which both girls walked up to Chloe and started kicking her body over and over again. Trapped as she was, Chloe could only ineffectively block with her arms against the barrage until Dove turned around and shoved her ass in Chloe’s face, shacking it back and forth as payback for the last match’s humiliation.
After this, both girls grabbed her and pulled her off violently. As Chloe smacked against the ring floor, both girls grabbed her head and lifted her to her feet, locking her in a dual headlock. Grinning, Dove and Zendaya both ran to the middle of the ring and jumped simultaneously; bringing Chloe head down in a dual running bulldog!
Chloe was seeing stars at this point, as she slowly rose up to the knees but she was brought down as Dove and Zendaya stomped on her prone body. They continued this for several seconds as Chloe held her head to block until finally, a voice came from outside the ring.
“Though enough girls.” Dove and Zendaya ceased the attack almost immediately after this, at which the voice continued saying “pick her up!”
Dove and Zendaya obeyed and picked Chloe up by her arms, Dove holding her left arm, Zendaya holding her right arm, as they lifted her up to face the voice. To Chloe’s horror, shock and disgust, the voice belonged to Bella Throne, who was entering the ring through the stairway. With a large smile on her face, Bella entered the ring and slowly clapped her hands as she walked up to Chloe saying.
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“Well well Chloe, I must say that you’ve put on quite a show. You beating on all my girls during these last few weeks, with Victoria being the latest! You’re quite the “bully” aren’t you?” Chloe spat out in response and said.
“Fuck you Bella, the only reason why I’m beating on your girls is because your too scared to face…UGHHH!” Bella slapped Chloe hard in the face before she could finish anger evident in her face as she responded.
“Very funny, me, the Queen Bee, afraid? The only reason why I don’t face you is because you’re nothing more than trash and not worth my time. Thought you’d learn this after the last time we face each other, when I made you my bitch!”
“If I remember correctly,” retorted Chloe, “the first time we met I made you mi…..UGHHH!” Bella slapped Chloe in the face again before putting her hand on her hips at which she walked over to the recovering Victoria saying.
“Still think your hot shit I see…. Well It looks like, that the lesson I gave you last time needs to be given again, Victoria GET UP!!!” Victoria, despite the pain, was quick to obey and she got to her feet, a bit wobbly but up nonetheless. She coward slightly under Bella’s gaze at which Bella said.
“After giving you a chance to redeem yourself after losing to me twice, this is how you repay me? Well good thing I’m in the generous mood, I let you have the win on this one, get the paddle!”
Victoria, slightly unsure at Bella’s command hesitated before obeying. Walking to the turnbuckle, Victoria quickly got up on it and started climbing. After a second, she reached the top and unhooked the paddle, jumping down into the ring. The bell rang in response and Victoria Justice was announced the winner but it was clear she would not enjoy the spoils as Bella took the paddle from her.
“Follow me,” said Bella and they both walked behind Chloe. Chloe realizing what was going to happen tried to break free, but Zendaya and Dove held firm and she was helpless as they put her on her fours, with Dove pushing her face down to the matt.
Victoria then striped her of her yoga pants, and then her panties, leaving her pale ass bare as Bella walked up to Chloe, holding the paddle with two hands. Bella teased Chloe by smoothing the wooden paddle over her cheeks before saying.
“Oh Chloe, I do hate having to give this lesson again. Tell you what, you say I’m the Queen Bee and you’re nothing more than trash and I won’t give it. Does that sound fair Chloe? What do you say?” Chloe while helpless, was not willing to give Bella the satisfaction and she spat out in response, saying.
“Fuck you Bella! You’re nothing more than the Queen whore!” Bella’s face curled up in anger, frustrated that Chloe was still defiant to her. Needing a means to vent, Bella grabbed Chloe’s shirt, and raised the paddle in the air saying.
“Don’t say I didn’t give you the chance!” At which Bella brought down onto Chloe’s ass in a mighty SMACK! Chloe gasped as the pain reached her brain and she gave a silent yowl.
Yet this brought no respite as Bella raised the paddle again and brought it down again, with another SMACK, savoring Chloe’s silent cries and red of her ass. She raised it again, and continued, SMACK, and again, SMACK, again SMACK SMACK SMACK!
Chloe, her ass fully red, was now nearly drunk with pain and she could only give small struggles at each paddle, as tears of pain went down her face. Finally Bella raised the paddle two handed, and with a small cry, SMACKED Chloe’s ass with full force.
Chloe’s mouth was opened wide with pain, and Dove and Zendaya finally let her go, at which Chloe crumbled to the floor. Satisfied, Bella threw the paddle to Victoria who caught it, and walked up to the mewling Chloe and put her foot on her face saying.
“Hope you learned your lesson whore! This is what happens when you mess with the Queen Bee!” At which Bella bent over and ripped Chloe’s clothes off, leaving her totally naked. Motioning her “friends” to follow Bella turned and walked out of the ring alongside Dove, Victoria and Zendaya who taunted and made fun of her along the way.
Chloe could only stir slightly at this, the pain from the paddle still great, but after they left she slowly got up. As she wobbled out, many were wondering if the lesson had been learned, or if Chloe was contemplating how she would pay Bella back. What could it be, was anyone’s guess.
To Be Continued?
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This is something that I've always had in my back pocket for myself. Tell me how you like it, how to improve, and if I should post more, please! Thank you!
Nikki Bella's Reign of Terror!
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After Night of Champions 2014, Nikki Bella appeared on several talk shows, hyping herself up as the new Diva's Champion, as well as her gorgeous looks (and rightfully so, as none of the hosts could stop looking at her tits and ass). Soon enough, Nikki started her own (R-rated) Model division in the WWE, with an emphasis on looks and gimmick matches, like foxy boxing and bra & panties matches instead of wrestling. Nikki quickly became the top star in the division with her amazing body, and was undefeated due to her array of (sexy) submissions, like forcing her opponent's head into her breasts until they pass out, or sitting on their face and fingering them until they tap out. After every match, Nikki would strip her opponent of their clothing and sensually "touch" them; this gave her massive support from the male audience as well as large ratings on TV.
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October 2014 - Handcuffs Match - Nikki Bella vs. Paige
The first person to accept Nikki Bella’s challenge was the 22-year old British Paige, wanting to take back her Diva’s title from Nikki Bella. Nikki quickly agreed, under the provisions that it be a Handcuffs Match - a match where both women are handcuffed face-to-face with each other, and the winner is whoever makes her opponent submit or pass out. Paige also agreed to this stipulation.
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“And in the blue corner, weighing 120 pounds, Paige!” Paige comes out first, strolling to the ring in her traditional purple gear ((https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FRcOz1xb.png&hash=906fac3b069b37420620f8ef52935648849f69d8))with an anxious look in her eye.
“And in the red corner, the reigning Diva’s champion, weighing 145 pounds, Nikki Bella!” Nikki comes out next to a thunderous ovation! ((https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FpaRa2xY.png&hash=f3712ab62b6195d5440148e92f03594f72b25790)) Every guy reached their arms out to feel up Nikki, and she responded in kind by smooching a jock in the front row and giving him her number.
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“You okay there, Paige? Scared of my all-American boobs?"
"N-no...I'm not."
"If you really aren't, then why do you keep staring at them? It's okay, my little crumpet -you'll be feeling them soon enough against your face."
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"Ughh....ummm....ummm...."
"Hah....ready....to....give...up....yet, Paige?"
"I....have....plenty....of energy....left...."
"It's....okay....just....suck....on....mommy's nipples....for me....you know....you want to..."
"..."
"Oooh....yeah....you're a natural, Paige....this feels...amazing..."
"..."
"...And now she's asleep [ding ding]. Now it's time to have fun! ...... small tits, feel nice to hold.....nice round ass, all the boys would LOVE....clean, shaved pussy...."
".....Nikki? W-w-what is t-t-that?
"Just a bit of... fun we'll have together for now..."
"Wait, stop! I'm still a virgin!! Help!!!"
"Ughh, your so tight.... but I love that in a girl..."
"Please...no....not here...not to you..."
"Just...shut up...."
"Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhh..."
"Almost...there...."
"Please, please Nikki...make me cum..."
"What...did you...just....say..."
"Fuck me, Nikki! FUCK ME HARD! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH! MAKE YOUR DAUGHTER CUM!"
"..."
"..."
"CUM WITH ME, PAIGE!"
"AHHHHHH! NIKKI!"
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SICK! SICK! SICK!!
In fact, it's just sick enough it will be HUGELY successful.
Nikki begins with a show on basic cable, then quickly moves up to pay cable (CineMax, Showtime, Playboy...do they still have that....etc). Next is a monthly? PPV special ala MMA.
Perhaps Nikki branches out to face "serious" celebrities (B-list actresses looking for "exposure" or maybe a few "big name" porn stars with hopes of going legit (no idea why they think THIS would be what does if for them.... but they're just porn stars, so.....) maybe toss in a few "one hit wonder" girl singers for giggles.
Would be huge in foreign markets (think Middle East and Eastern Europe to start), but when the bucks start to roll in it would spread rapidly.... Germany's a natural, then Italy....the French are kinky and if Nikki can sign Elode Frege and Lea Seydoux it can go over big. English are prigs, but they can get their freak on with the best of 'em, so yeah.
Spain, Portugal, So. America will be hard sells, but doable (lip synching?).
Pretty sure much of Africa will sign up for cellphone service, especially if Nikki has a weekly Black vs White match (those are big over there ... with the Black girls winning, natch!)
Looks like a few tweaks here and there and you've got yourself a business plan!!
On the other hand, maybe your "back pocket" is where you should keep it? (hee-hee).
Seriously, I love the concept. Maybe you should contact McMahon or the Bella's with it...get a piece of the action for yourself. ("Based on an original concept by floatzelclub.")
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how about scarlet Johansson vs guliana ransic ?
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Great story. IAmRodgerd. Loved it.
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just love Paige,that's it
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Chloe should definitely fight her again and Bella doesn't get any help
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Bella Thorne vs Danielle Fishel
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Having run through so many of her young contemporaries, it was only a matter of time before Thorne began challenging the more established veterans. And Danielle Fishel was more than happy to accept her challenge; she didn't like Bella's arrogance, nor the way she liked to humiliate her victims. She intended to teach the uppity redhead a much-deserved lesson.
Unfortunately for Dani, things didn't turn out quite that way. For all of her experience and greater strength, Fishel was frustrated time and again by her adversary's dazzling speed and agility. What's more, as the battle wore on, Bella proved herself every bit the skilled fighter that Dani was...and perhaps even better.
Flat on her belly, arms pulled up painfully behind her, Danielle could do nothing as Thorne, grasping her wrists, pulled her upper body up off of the floor; then the redhead pressed the sole of her foot to the back of her opponent's head and curb-stomped her face into the carpeted floor, drawing a dazed groan from the battered brunette. Bella repeated the move another half-dozen times, then released Dani's arms and kicked her over onto her back. Bella then delivered an elbow drop to her rival's breasts; Fishel's glassy eyes went wide as the air was forcibly expelled from her lungs.
Now it was time for the coup de grâce...and the kind of humiliation which Danielle despises. And Bella intends to make certain the older battler is well and thoroughly humiliated. It begins with a reverse facesit, as one of the most celebrated rear ends in celebrity catfighting settles firmly down upon the sweaty face of the hapless Fishel. But being smothered out so shamefully is only a part of Dani's distress. Thorne deftly yanks her rival's halter top down, freeing her breasts, and the redhead then begins to pinch, twist and tug the nipples, causing Danielle's body to thrash spasmodically in torment. Adding insult to injury, Bella had insisted that some of Dani's closest friends, and also fellow catfighers, such as Melissa Joan Hart and Hilary Duff, were present in the audience to witness her destruction. The women sat in stunned silence, both at the sight of their friend being so utterly demolished, but also in fearful awe of Thorne's stunning skills.
Finally, Danielle ceased to move, beyond an irregular muscular twitch in her left leg. Bella rose up like an Amazon Queen, planted a foot upon the heaving chest of her fallen foe, and struck her victory pose. She said nothing, but the smirking glare she gave all of the other fighters in the crowd made it obvious that she would be coming for each of them in time.
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SICK! SICK! SICK!!
In fact, it's just sick enough it will be HUGELY successful.
Nikki begins with a show on basic cable, then quickly moves up to pay cable (CineMax, Showtime, Playboy...do they still have that....etc). Next is a monthly? PPV special ala MMA.
Perhaps Nikki branches out to face "serious" celebrities (B-list actresses looking for "exposure" or maybe a few "big name" porn stars with hopes of going legit (no idea why they think THIS would be what does if for them.... but they're just porn stars, so.....) maybe toss in a few "one hit wonder" girl singers for giggles.
Would be huge in foreign markets (think Middle East and Eastern Europe to start), but when the bucks start to roll in it would spread rapidly.... Germany's a natural, then Italy....the French are kinky and if Nikki can sign Elode Frege and Lea Seydoux it can go over big. English are prigs, but they can get their freak on with the best of 'em, so yeah.
Spain, Portugal, So. America will be hard sells, but doable (lip synching?).
Pretty sure much of Africa will sign up for cellphone service, especially if Nikki has a weekly Black vs White match (those are big over there ... with the Black girls winning, natch!)
Looks like a few tweaks here and there and you've got yourself a business plan!!
On the other hand, maybe your "back pocket" is where you should keep it? (hee-hee).
Seriously, I love the concept. Maybe you should contact McMahon or the Bella's with it...get a piece of the action for yourself. ("Based on an original concept by floatzelclub.")
Awwwww, thank you! That means a lot! I appreciate any comments!
It just so happens that I have one more report for now...
November 2014 - Facesitting Match - Nikki Bella © vs. AJ Lee
The second person to take on Nikki for her title was none other than the former WWE diva AJ Lee. Despite all the hype of her husband’s MMA debut, the fact is that their post-WWE lavish spending and current lawsuit from the WWE drained their funds badly - so the 28-year-old wrestler came right to Nikki for a fight and to make more money. The catch is, the fight had to be a Facesitting match, so AJ can use her more famous assets for an advantage. To prepare for the fight, both women bulked up to make their win more embarrassing.
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“And in the blue corner, weighing 135 pounds, AJ Lee!” AJ Lee skips out first, strolling to the ring in her special cheerleader based gear, letting her ass bounce to the rhythm of her song (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F3iCg3FZ.png&hash=ec6c2b0590c1a7b4584d515b3e516b275d6f3f90), with an proud and happy look in her eye.
“And in the red corner, the reigning Diva’s champion, weighing 160 pounds, Nikki Bella!” Nikki comes out next to a great reaction, that gets much louder when the fans see the added 25 pounds of fat on her from last match! (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FeiQhNBg.png&hash=e5707c0c3ff8e1f904f549dc66d28f24cf0cdd19) Both genders reach their arms out after she passes to smack her ass and to wish her good luck!
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"Hey, Boob Bella! Hope your tits aren't the only part that's fake, you'll need it!"
"C'mon, AJ. MY ass is the one all the boys fap off to now, bitch."
"Oh, we'll see, whore."
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"Mmmmm..."
"Problem, Nikki? I can't hear you too well under these cheeks here. Mind speaking up?”
“MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMM!”
“Awwww, does the golden girl has trouble getting out from under here? ...Those tits look real nice, don’t they? Does Cena ever… touch them, like Punk touches mine? Mind if I squash them with my fab booty, and hopefully,break a few implants?”
“....”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Up and- ufff! Ohhhhh-! *thump*”
“Betcha didn’t see that coming, AJ? Sorry about your pussy there, but I can’t believe you fell for that trick! Why wouldn’t I protect my breasts?”
“Ohhhhhh...what…...happened?”
“Nighty-night, AJ. *clunk*”
“...”
“Mmmmmmm… so you like my “swingset” too, don’t you? Gets you hot and bothered with it rubbing all over your face?”
“... [ding ding]”
“Well, doing that to you, it gets me really horny. But fucking you would just…… UHHHHHH! So since I won, I want a real reward from you - and it involves these F-E-A-R L-E-S-S brass knuckles, the same ones I surprised you with.”
“Please….. no……. not more…..”
“Oh, shut it. Let’s take a look at you naked… short as hell… tiny tits that I would crush if you had the balls to challenge me to a titfight… but ooooo, AJ Lee’s famous ass, that the boys all want… looking just as fine as advertised. What I really want is that shaved pussy…”
“Oooooooooooh... ooooooh…. uufffff…”
“Don’t you just.... love… it…? I know… I do.... Punk’s never made you come like this before… and he never will…”
“Niiiikiiiiii! I want to cum so badly! MAKE ME CUMMMMM!”
“APOLOGIZE TO ME FIRST!”
“I’M -UFFFFFFF- SORRY!”
“SORRY FOR WHAT, BITCH?”
“FOR INSULTING YOUR GORGEOUS TITS NOW PLEASE FUCK ME MAKE ME CUMMMMM SO LOUDLYY! I LOVE THIS PAIIIIIIN SO MUCH!”
“Apology accepted… ummmmm ohhhhh!”
“FUCK ME FASTER! FUCK ME HARDER THAN YOU FUCKED PAIGE! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH! AHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“AJ, it… felt sooo good! Now lights out bitch.”
“...”
“Awww, some of her cum got on her face when I knocked her out… And now it’s time for her to feel the Nikki Experience.”
“...”
“She’s even drooling on my chest, like a baby. How sweet and cute… her face looks too good for her… time to fix that.”
“one...more...time...”
“Oh, one more time for what?”
“Your...ass….”
“Again? Okay, but, this time, it’ll be special, just for you.”
“...”
“Ohhhhh….. yeah….. you love me twerking on your face…. my ass is so much better than yours…. right?”
“Yesss… mistress…”
“Goodbye, AJ. *farts right in her face* Love ya!”
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Aksana vs Nikki with Aksana winning please
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They had fought 15 years ago when both girls were in their early twenties. Drew had given Alicia a thorough beating, blackening both of her eyes in a wild catfight at a Hollywood party. Now, 15 years later Alicia is seeking her revenge. Alicia believes that she is in the best shape of her life, while Drew, though known for her catfight experience, has become a little soft over the years. It is ironic that Alicia choose a party at the same place she had suffered her humiliating defeat 15 years ago to even the score with her hated rival. Both women looked stunning in their evening gowns when Alicia decided the time was right to initiate the catfight. " Getting a little chubby bitch, aren't we", Alicia said. " Why you no talent slut, I kicked your ass 15 years ago right here, maybe I should do it again, " Drew responded. The crowd sensing a fight, moved closer to the women forming a circle around them urging them to go at it. Alicia removed her dress and shoes and Drew followed suit. the fighters starred at each other dressed only in their bras and panties when Drew decided she would take it up a notch and removed her bra. " Come on bitch, topless to the finish, no rules, lets see your tits." Alicia removed her bra and the ladies snarled at each other and simply started to throw punches. Alicia had been right, Drew was soft. It was apparent to all that Alicia was getting the best of the out of shape, winded Drew. Alicia was landing blow after blow to Drew's head, face and tits. Drew was staggering and could barely stand, when the crowd urged Alicia to "Finish Her." Alicia did finish her with a right to the jaw, but then she jumped on top of the defeated Drew and began to throw punch after punch to her nose and eyes. Will see who will have the black eyes after this fight. Alicia walked away with her arms up in victory. The sobbing Drew could not get up. She laid their in pain for 5 minutes before she could even speak. Her eyes already swollen and black, her nose bleeding, and her breasts aching, she simply said, "there will be a rematch, to the death.
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Zoey Deutch vs Aubrey Plaza
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Putting both of her hands on the edge of the pool Aubrey Plaza pushed herself upward and sat down on the concrete surrounding it. The actress was bit tired but had a big grin on her face as she reached down underneath the water and grabbed two handfuls of dark hair. Aubrey leaned back and yanked on it pulling Zoey Deutch’s head and upper body from under the water and brought the younger woman closer to her with Zoey’s back up against the pool wall.
What had started out as a little scrap poolside quickly became an all-out fight which eventually spilled into the water. Deutch’s soaking wet red dress clung to her body which showed off all of her amazing curves even more as Aubrey placed her legs on each of Zoey’s shoulders before wrapping them tightly around her rival’s neck. “It’s all over now you little bitch!” Plaza’s scissor hold was now tightly wrapped around Deutch’s neck as she began choking Zoey out while she painfully pulled on her rival’s hair back with both hands forcing Zoey’s neck to snap backwards to force the defeated woman to look upward into the eyes of the woman who was determined to put her out.
Not wanting to be put out Zoey tried to pry Aubrey’s legs apart any way she could even desperately resorting to scratch at Plaza’s calves and thighs leaving her claw marks all over them. But through all of this Aubrey seemed to remain unfazed as she clenched her legs even tighter squeezing with all she could with her long stems. At this point all the teary eyed loser could do is sputter a few pathetic pleas between coughs and gasps as Aubrey added some insult to injury as she slapped Zoey’s face around with her right hand which helped to keep the loser conscious for a little longer.
After a while, Zoey’s body went limp not sinking only because Aubrey had her tightly held with her legs as she kept the loser in the water for another minute before dragging Deutch fully back to solid ground lying motionless on her back. Zoey’s chest slowly moved up and down as she took in more air while the sly and devious Aubrey had a little bit more on her mind. “Let’s get rid of this wet dress, I can’t have you catching a cold out here.” Slipping both of the sleeves off of Zoey’s arms, Aubrey fought with the tight clinging dress peeling it down Deutch’s body until Zoey was left only in her black panties then without thinking twice Aubrey tossed the discarded dress into the center of the pool.
Deutch’s panties did not remain much longer than her dress as Plaza had much less trouble removing them for Zoey’s legs. “Now this site is just too good to miss.” Aubrey let out a little chuckle before she bent down and carried Zoey across her shoulders to a large tree and used a water hose to tie Deutch’s arms above her head with the rest of the hose wrapped tightly around a tree branch to keep Zoey in a standing position so that anyone could see the loser in nothing but her birthday suit.
Leaving the scene of the party Aubrey made sure to leave the exterior gate wide open so that any passerby could get an up close and personal look at the defeated Zoey.
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Amazing! Thanks for all the brilliant contributions, iamrodgers, not least of all that last spectacular one. A genius matchup and so good to see Zoey involved. What an image!
Thanks for sharing!
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Very nice! As much as I love Anna, she got what she deserved! Although...maybe a wrestling match is too basic at this point?
Did Anna happen to insult Scarlett's Golden Globes at the Golden Globes? ;D
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Anna Kendrick vs Scarlett Johansson, No Rules Kickboxing Match
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Into the Widow's Web
"Welp, this had been a big mistake," Anna Kendrick thought to herself in-between the fourth and fifth round. The brunette was looking around the room and saw people she didn't know surrounding the ring. Every time she was against the ropes and her opponent backed off, they'd push her back into the fight, sometimes groping her. She was sitting on a stool in what could be considered a ring by some. A brutally hard wood floor with one connected around six small posts is a ring more fit for Mortal Kombat but I digress. Kendrick was covered in sweat, covering her grey cloth sports bra with white shorts, her stomach was cherry red, her right leg was throbbing in pain. Worst of all, she was sucking air like it was going out of style at this point. Kendrick looked across from her and saw her oppressor, her dominatrix, and at this point, her conqueror for four miserable rounds. Who you may ask?
Scarlett Johansson
Clad in an all black sports bra and shorts, she looked every bit the part of a conqueror at this point in the fight. She even died her hair red for the special occasion to play up being Black Widow to Kendrick's prey. Kendrick had made some catty remarks about Scarlett at the Golden Globe and now, Scarlett had the brunette right where she wanted. She let Kendrick build some confidence and even get a false knockdown in the first round, but since that point, Scarlet had been punishing Anna. Since the only way to win was to knock your opponent, she was throwing light shots, still enough to make Kendrick hurt, especially the vicious Thai kick to Anna's right leg.
*****BUZZ****
Scarlett came out of her corner, ready to fight with her fists up and looked fresh. Anna slowly came out of her corner, struggling to to put up her fists as this point. Scarlett circled around Anna who feebly threw punches that only connected with the hot sticky air, Scarlet taunting Anna to hit her. Anna put everything she could into a right hook and Scarlet connected with a vicious knee to the stomach. Anna groaned and air seemingly left her body as she over the knee and Anna desperately clinched with Scarlet. She didn't look into her oppressor's eyes as they moved to the ropes, Anna dreading being against the ropes as Scarlet got free and pushed her against it. Anna put her arms up to protect her head from a Scarlett head kick, just grazing her head enough to hurt. Scarlett tried to break Anna's defense so she responded a teep kick to the chest of Kendrick. Kendrick groaned as Scarlet connected with three vicious leg kicks to the right knee of Kendrick, a clinch attempt by the brunette failed. Kendrick was still desperately trying to block head shots, so Scarlett went to work with a series of vicious side kicks of the stomach, each one causing a scream of pain from the brunette. Kendrick finally turned to her side, but Scarlett was relentless, grabbing the sports bra and shorts of Kendrick and kneeing away at the kidney and head of the brunette. Scarlet delivered three more vicious kicks to the right knee of Kendrick, the leg almost buckling underneath. In a moment of impatience, Scarlett with a hold on the bra and shorts tossed Kendrick away from the ropes and to middle of the ring.
Kendrick was stumbling at this point as Scarlet approached her and nailed a vicious backhanded slap, causing Anna's head to snap to the side. Kendrick fell to one knee but got back up, probably on instinct. Scarlett peppered Anna with a series of combinations: Jab/leg kick followed by a left hook/leg kick with Anna barely moving her head at this point, absorbing the shots at they came. She was punch drunk at this point, and her right leg was ground beef. She could barely stand, much less put up a fight. Finally, a devastating kick connected to the right leg that put her down to one knee. Anna was hoping for the ref to call the fight based on the mercy rule as she got back, but she saw Scarlett throwing a devastating round house kick. It connected to the side of Anna's head, her body shutting down as she crumbled to the mat, completely knocked off. The ref didn't even have to count, calling for the bell as Scarlett placed her foot on the breasts of Kendrick, who murmured when Scarlett pushed down.
Scarlett waited for Anna to wake up, as she groggily tried to shake the cobwebs from her beat down. Her entire body ached from the blows whether it was from blocking them or taking them. She looked up and saw Scarlett standing in-front of her, grinning confidently as Scarlett bent over and spoke.
"If you think this was bad....wait till the wrestling match at the hotel!"
A wrestling match?!!?!?!?!?!
Another fight with Scarlett?!!?!?!?
very good
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Anna Kendrick vs Scarlett Johansson, No Rules Kickboxing Match
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Into the Widow's Web
"Welp, this had been a big mistake," Anna Kendrick thought to herself in-between the fourth and fifth round. The brunette was looking around the room and saw people she didn't know surrounding the ring. Every time she was against the ropes and her opponent backed off, they'd push her back into the fight, sometimes groping her. She was sitting on a stool in what could be considered a ring by some. A brutally hard wood floor with one connected around six small posts is a ring more fit for Mortal Kombat but I digress. Kendrick was covered in sweat, covering her grey cloth sports bra with white shorts, her stomach was cherry red, her right leg was throbbing in pain. Worst of all, she was sucking air like it was going out of style at this point. Kendrick looked across from her and saw her oppressor, her dominatrix, and at this point, her conqueror for four miserable rounds. Who you may ask?
Scarlett Johansson
Clad in an all black sports bra and shorts, she looked every bit the part of a conqueror at this point in the fight. She even died her hair red for the special occasion to play up being Black Widow to Kendrick's prey. Kendrick had made some catty remarks about Scarlett at the Golden Globe and now, Scarlett had the brunette right where she wanted. She let Kendrick build some confidence and even get a false knockdown in the first round, but since that point, Scarlet had been punishing Anna. Since the only way to win was to knock your opponent, she was throwing light shots, still enough to make Kendrick hurt, especially the vicious Thai kick to Anna's right leg.
*****BUZZ****
Scarlett came out of her corner, ready to fight with her fists up and looked fresh. Anna slowly came out of her corner, struggling to to put up her fists as this point. Scarlett circled around Anna who feebly threw punches that only connected with the hot sticky air, Scarlet taunting Anna to hit her. Anna put everything she could into a right hook and Scarlet connected with a vicious knee to the stomach. Anna groaned and air seemingly left her body as she over the knee and Anna desperately clinched with Scarlet. She didn't look into her oppressor's eyes as they moved to the ropes, Anna dreading being against the ropes as Scarlet got free and pushed her against it. Anna put her arms up to protect her head from a Scarlett head kick, just grazing her head enough to hurt. Scarlett tried to break Anna's defense so she responded a teep kick to the chest of Kendrick. Kendrick groaned as Scarlet connected with three vicious leg kicks to the right knee of Kendrick, a clinch attempt by the brunette failed. Kendrick was still desperately trying to block head shots, so Scarlett went to work with a series of vicious side kicks of the stomach, each one causing a scream of pain from the brunette. Kendrick finally turned to her side, but Scarlett was relentless, grabbing the sports bra and shorts of Kendrick and kneeing away at the kidney and head of the brunette. Scarlet delivered three more vicious kicks to the right knee of Kendrick, the leg almost buckling underneath. In a moment of impatience, Scarlett with a hold on the bra and shorts tossed Kendrick away from the ropes and to middle of the ring.
Kendrick was stumbling at this point as Scarlet approached her and nailed a vicious backhanded slap, causing Anna's head to snap to the side. Kendrick fell to one knee but got back up, probably on instinct. Scarlett peppered Anna with a series of combinations: Jab/leg kick followed by a left hook/leg kick with Anna barely moving her head at this point, absorbing the shots at they came. She was punch drunk at this point, and her right leg was ground beef. She could barely stand, much less put up a fight. Finally, a devastating kick connected to the right leg that put her down to one knee. Anna was hoping for the ref to call the fight based on the mercy rule as she got back, but she saw Scarlett throwing a devastating round house kick. It connected to the side of Anna's head, her body shutting down as she crumbled to the mat, completely knocked off. The ref didn't even have to count, calling for the bell as Scarlett placed her foot on the breasts of Kendrick, who murmured when Scarlett pushed down.
Scarlett waited for Anna to wake up, as she groggily tried to shake the cobwebs from her beat down. Her entire body ached from the blows whether it was from blocking them or taking them. She looked up and saw Scarlett standing in-front of her, grinning confidently as Scarlett bent over and spoke.
"If you think this was bad....wait till the wrestling match at the hotel!"
A wrestling match?!!?!?!?!?!
Another fight with Scarlett?!!?!?!?
Loved this one! Hope we see more!
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A fight with Rosie Huntington vs megan fox would be good or a fight with all the transformer girls.
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I agree with that
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Max Black vs Jenny Humphrey
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Max (Kat Dennings)
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Jenny (Taylor Momsen)
Following her back-to-back loses to California blonde Penny, New Yorker Max was in need of a solid win, just to reestablish her apartment wrestling bona fides. She was matched up against young Manhattan fashion designer Jenny Humphrey, and initially things went well for the brunette.
However, although Jenny lacked her opponent's raw power, she possessed superior speed and agility...and, as she proved soon enough, a stunning talent for cheap shots and low blows. Soon, she had Max reeling, desperate for a chance to gather her wits and gain her second wind, but the battling blonde would not give her adversary a moment's respite. Desperate to regain the upper hand, Max snared the blonde in a bearhug, her powerful arms tightening like steel bands around the lithe torso of her victim. Jenny screamed...but it was a mixture of both pain and defiance, as she demonstrated a moment later when she slammed the palms of her hands into her tormentor's ears. Max shrieked, releasing her hold and stumbling backward as her hands clutched at her now-throbbing ears. A kick to the lower belly doubled her over, and a swift knee lift to the face sent her sprawling onto her back.
With her adversary prone before her, Jenny mercilessly stomped again and again at the brunette, the sole of her foot smashing relentlessly into Max's belly and breasts, leaving her panting for breath and badly dazed. A sharp kick to the ribs forced the moaning Max to roll over onto her belly, and the blonde sat astride her foe's back, pulling her victim's arms up over her knees to immobilize them. The elite crowd of spectators knew what was coming nest, the Camel Clutch. But Jenny gave it her own little twist; instead of clasping her hands under her rival's chin, she instead sunk her fingers deep into Max's bare breasts, using them as handholds to agonizingly tug her upper body up and back. The electrifying agony rushing up and down her spine snapped Max out of her stupor, but she was unable to do anything about it except whimper and sob. After more than a minute of both the back-breaking anguish as well as the torment of the blonde's fingers kneading and mauling her 34DDs, Max burst into tears and blubbered her submission. With a vicious smile in her face, Jenny kept her torturous hold lock on for another 20 seconds more before finally consenting to show mercy to her fallen foe.
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How about Tulisa v Beth
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another possibility- Heidi v Paris
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How about these extremely wild hairpulling Catfights, where all hot female combatants given 'no Mercy' too eachother?
Taraji P. Henson (45yo / 5ft 5in) vs Renee Zellweger (46yo / 5ft 4in)
Kelly Carlson (40yo / 5 ft 5in) vs Gabrielle Union (43yo / 5ft 7in)
Lucy Liu (47yo / 5ft 3in) vs Lea Remini (45yo / 5ft 3in)
Meagan Good (34yo / 5ft 5in) vs Britney Spears (34yo / 5ft 4in)
Mickie James (36yo / 5ft 4in) vs Gail Kim (38yo 5ft 4in)
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Flashback 1999: Britney Spears vs Christina Aguilera
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The two eighteen year olds, both having just emerged as pop stars, tore into one another with a wild abandon that reflected the rivalry that had existed between them since they both began on the "Mickey Mouse Club" as young children. Britney's schoolgirl uniform and Christina's silk genie lingerie were reduced to tatters now as the two exhausted teenagers warred away at one another.
At long last, it appeared as if the finish loomed for one of them. Stunned by a barrage of slaps, Britney sank to her knees. Christina grabbed her hair with one hand and drew back her other fist, preparing to jackhammer a blizzard of punches to her rival's pretty face. "Finish her!" someone in the crowd called out, and Aguilera paused a moment to look their way and give a smug smirk in response.
But that brief instant of a pause was all Spears needed. With a sudden flash of fury in her eyes, she threw her right arm up, smashing her forearm up between her opponent's thighs and into her womanhood. Christina gave a breathless shriek and fell in agony onto her butt. Gathering herself for one final offensive, Britney flung herself atop her adversary, throwing fist and fist into her face and breasts. Finally, her arms too leaden to swing any longer, Spears wearily slid herself forward, until her panties-covered groin covered the mouth and nose of her rival. Christina's glazed eyes went wide in panic, and her lithe, sweat-glistening body squirmed beneath her tormentor, but she was too spent to throw her off. Soon enough, Aguilera's eyes fluttered shut and her body ceased to move, and she was done for.
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Aubrey Plaza vs Anna Kendrick
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Anna staggered almost comically on rubbery legs, her eyes glazed and her jaw slack as she struggled just to stay upright. Aubrey was thoroughly unimpressed with her adversary's near-heroic effort to stay in the fight...but then, Plaza was generally unimpressed by everyone and everything, save herself.
Stepping up to her foe, the brunette wrapped her arms around Kendrick's waist. With a dip of her knees and a small grunt, the larger Plaza lifted the strawberry blonde up and spun her body 180°, until Anna's feet were pointed to the ceiling, and her head was tucked between Aubrey's thighs. For anyone else, this would be the set-up for a piledriver, but the brunette had her own signature finisher, the "Plazadriver", and that's how she elected to finish off her adversary now.
Throwing herself backward to the canvas, Aubrey simultaneously brought her knees up until they pressed against the chin of her victim. When Plaza's back hit the deck, the full impact of the landing traveled to her knees, and thus to Anna's chin; the blonde's head snapped back from the sledgehammer-like blow, and she was unconscious before her limp body ever crashed down to the mat.
Rolling the ragdoll that is her rival over onto her back, Aubrey nonchalantly lays her own back and shoulders across Kendrick's torso, not even bothering to hook a leg, impassively holding our her right hand, palm to the crowd, so that she could casually inspect her manicure as the referee counted one...two...three! "Whatever," Aubrey grumbled, almost as if she was annoyed she even had to waste her time with this little nobody.
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Love Aubrey.
Good stuff, JJ! Thanks.
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more stories with Plaza demolishing jobbers please
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More greatness from the Walkin' Dude...
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Julianne grunted, groaned and kicked her right knee up again, the weary wrestler expending more energy she didn’t have to defend against the Bodyscissors her opponent had hunted for the last three minutes. “Already got the Nelson, honey.” Lucy huffed in the blonde’s left ear. “You might as well just give me the Scissors before this gets worse.” The inside of her right thigh rubbed against Hough’s right flank again, prompting the trapped lovely to raise her leg once more.
“Kiss my ass, Hale.” she grunted. “You’re wasting your breathhhhhhhnnnngggghhh!”
Lucy bore down on the Nelson, forcing her foe’s chin into the top of her own cleavage. “One more chance, bitch.” the brunette’s voice was soft and mean against her cheek. “Give me the Scissors…or I’ll TAKE them.”
Her right leg came up, Julianne’s did too and that’s when things got interesting. Releasing the Full Nelson without as much as a word, Hale hooked her right arm under Julianne’s right knee and jerked her leg up while simultaneously reaching around with her left hand to secure a vicious Leg-Trap Bear Hug!
Julianne’s hiss of pain was barely audible over the murmurs of the audience. They’d heard rumors, but none had ever seen Lucy’s new finish in person until just now. Even then they couldn’t quite believe it, after all, a Reverse Bear Hug where one of the victim’s knees is trapped against her own chest was far from common.
And the brunette wasn’t done.
While Julianne’s preoccupied with her trapped gam, Hale angled her right leg across the blonde’s left thigh and hooked it over her own left shin to secure a Leg-Triangle. Just like that she rolled onto her right side and CRUSHES down on the Bear Hug while CRAAAAAAAAAAANKING Julianne’s trapped leg in the opposite direction. Hough’s piercing scream distracted the room for a moment, then they regained their composure and realized Lucy’s secured one helluva groin stretch on her hapless prey.
Julianne’s already submitting, she had in fact submitted half a dozen times before the ombudsman finally shook off his stupor and called for the bell. Lucy grinned and bore down on the agonizing hold even tighter. “Take all the pictures you want!” she called to the amazed crowd. “I wanna see ‘em from every angle!” After that she leaned in cheek to the cheek with the blubbering blonde and planted a quick kiss on her temple.
“Told’ja ya should’ve given me the Scissors.”
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“Listen, I know you’re supposed to be tough,” the sweat-shiny blonde told her prone adversary. “But it’s kinda hard to believe the hype when your chin is wedged into my ass.”
Jenna Coleman spat a curse, jerked her left shoulder and hip off the carpet in an attempt to unseat the American tyro riding her chest. No such luck, Carlson Young slid her hands from Coleman’s tummy to her hips and pressed down until the Briton was stretched out flat once again. Her breathing shallow and labored other the other woman’s sturdy weight, Jenna grunted, “Enjoy it while you can, new meat. It’ll be your pointy little nose investigating my trunKSSSSAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Hands crooked into identical five tined spades, Carlson plowed into the dense soil of Jenna’s tummy and proceeded to churn up every bit of quit she could find. Give her credit, Coleman fought for a full two minutes, kicking and twisting, she even managed to sink her own claws into Young’s domineering glutes. But Young’s perch was too high, too tight and Jenna was weakening with every flex and push of the blonde’s fingers.
Eventually her resistance faded to the occasional twitch in her right leg and a few faint swats at Young’s thigh. Pushed beyond her limits, Jenna drew in a breath and rasped, “That’s enough. I subMMEEEEEGGGHHHH!”
Carlson heard her just fine, she just didn’t feel like listening. So she swung around, slid forward and planted her bikini-sheathed crotch directly atop her prey’s mouth and nose.
“AYYEEE GHHHIIIIBB!” Coleman wailed through the muffler of her foe’s groin. “AYYYEEE GHHIIIIBBBB HUUUUUUP!”
Carlson tilted her head back, ran a hand through her hair. “I know.” she purred. “I just wanted to feel you say it.”
She spread her knees a little wider, putting that much more weight on Jenna’s face as the ride began in earnest.
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How about Tulisa v Beth
love to see beth get dominated in this one
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Dove Cameron vs Sofia Carson
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"Are you kidding me? I mean, seriously...are you kidding me?"
The blonde arched an eyebrow in annoyance as she rhetorically addressed the spectators. At her feet was her opponent, eyes glazed as she knelt on the floor, her adversary holding her head up by grasping her hair close to the scalp. Dove then continued, "Is this the best you could give me?" She then looked down at Sofia with derision and snarled, "You're pathetic."
Her bravado aside, Sofia had proven to be quite a challenge, and it was all that Dove could do...up to and including plenty of cheap shots...to overcome the Latina. But as far as Cameron was concerned, she was the new goddess of celeb catfighting, and Carson was so meager a sacrifice to her altar as to be an insult.
Releasing her rival's hair, Dove kicked the dazed Sofia onto her back with her foot, then bent over to grab the brunette's ankles. Lifting her legs, she then spread them wide. It took several moments before her predicament registered in Carson's befogged brain, but once it did, panic filled her eyes and she "window washed" the air with her open hands, pleading, "No, please...don't...not that!" Cameron merely gave a cruel smirk, and then she dropped her right knee flush into Sofia's groin, drawing an agonized shriek from her.
Cameron ground her knee into her victim's crotch for a few moments, and then just to be mean, stood up...and slammed her knee down again! After this, the brunette was barely conscious, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes. Rising up, Dove pressed the sole of her foot down upon her fallen foe's throbbing groin, drawing a pained mewl from Sofia, and raised her arms in a victory pose. "Another loser put in her place," the arrogant young blonde purred.
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Sofia Carson...she's a new one! I might have to include her in something in the future. Dove seems to be taking on a mean role too in most places, interesting!
Here's a quick one and a follow up to the last misadventure of Annasophia Robb!
Annasophia Robb vs. Isabelle Fuhrman
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"Seriously?" mocked the younger Isabelle while on top of a barely struggling, half naked Annasophia Robb. "Chloe was right. You ARE a little blonde pushover bitch."
It was several months since Annasophia woke up from the nightmare that was her short, humiliating fight with Chloe Bridges in which she ended up with a facefull of her crotch. Chloe didn't directly spread rumors, but there were some, which led to the blonde being held out of the limelight as she licked her physical and mental wounds. After feeling better about herself, she tried for a part in a movie but, thanks to several rumors floating around circles, she wasn't the "instant callback" she once was. There were sharks in the water, and they smelled blood.
One girl unafraid was the young actress and raven hair cutie Isabelle Fuhrman who was still trying to make a bigger name for herself. She came across the part as well and found out that her main rival was Annasophia Robb. The part was for a blonde, but Isabelle managed to worm her way in and get it changed to fit her with a combination of tactics from her agent. In the end, it only took her about three days to stage a "hostile takeover" of a part meant for Annasophia and totally rub her out of the movie thanks to the goading of one Chloe Bridges who said that Anna was indeed a "little blonde pushover bitch."
Not taking it lying down, Annasophia had some choice words over a phone call with the little firebrand Isabelle and again, based on prior information from Chloe, called her bluff, telling her to come over and make her give the part back. Hesitant but not wanting to back down, Annasophia accepted and found herself before she knew it in Isabelle's gorgeous grassy backyard. Much like the view from the backyard of the young star's house, it was all downhill for her from there.
Isabelle goaded Annasophia with insults and challenges and Annasophia, hesitant at first, threw her better judgement into the wind and slapped Isabelle first. What ensued was a nasty fight on the grass in Isabelle's back yard, one that Isabelle was ready for but Annasophia was not. The younger girl was surprisingly athletic and nasty, even reminding Annasophia about what Chloe did to her in the middle of the fight. Annasophia began to panic, not wanting a repeat of history, and Isabelle capitalized.
The fight was, once more, almost totally drained out of the young blonde, who found herself on her back and topless, her cutoff shirt and designer bra strewn about on the grass nearby. Isabelle, who's features and clothing fared much better in the fight, finally managed to lock down Annasophia's right arm under her leg thanks to some well placed slaps and punches to the blonde's exposed chest and securing her arms so that they couldn't move and she couldn't defend herself further. Annasophia did nothing but struggle in vain as the pain and humiliation, which seemed all too familiar at this point, started to creep back up from her spine and into her mind. Tears formed in her eyes and she started to cry, knowing that she was beat by the younger girl.
"Oh my god. Are you crying?" asked Isabelle as she used one hand to adjust her sports bra which only suffered minor tears at this point. Moving her arm to her waist and doing the same for her workout shorts, she shook her head at the blonde, "Oh my god. You are crying. Chloe was right. You are pathetic."
Isabelle, still managing to keep Annasophia down, leaned over and grabbed a handful of dirt and grass before quickly smashing it on Annasophia's slightly red and puffy crying face. Annasophia screamed as she smiled and smeared it all over her face, rubbing it in. "There we go, I improved your looks. But you really are boring. Time to put you to sleep."
Isabelle leaned forward as she cupped her hand over Annasophia's mouth, making sure that her hand covered up and muffled her screams. Using the other hand, she pinched her nose shut as hard as she could. She then shuffled her body so that she was comfortable and leaning forward slightly, using all of her weight to keep Annasophia down. The blonde's eyes, now welling up with tears and covered in earth and grass, went wide as she struggled for breath, trying to kick and scream at the same time but finding nothing but a lack of oxygen.
"I'll be taking that part you dumb blonde bimbo." mocked Isabelle as she looked down to see Annasophia's struggles getting weaker along with the noises coming out from under her hand. "And I'll be sure to tell everybody, including Chloe, that you really are just a pathetic pushover."
It didn't take long for the weakened Annasophia's eyes to start rolling to the back of her her head and her struggles become nothing but limp weight and minor twitches. Once she was certain that Annasophia was sleeping, she uncupped her hand from her mouth and stood up. Grabbing the blonde's bra and tying it around her head as a makeshift crown for the loser, she then used the rest of her strength to drag the unconscious blonde outside of her backyard, through the side gate, and right into a pile of trash, no doubt where Isabelle thought she belonged.
In one final act of utter cruelty, Isabelle made the first of many phone calls...but this one to the paparazzi to report that there might be a possibly topless and drunk celebrity crashed and sleeping outside of her house.
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I hope you enjoy! Again, sorry it's a little longer then the norm in this thread, but I die for set ups and humiliations. I'm also monitoring here to see if anybody's "suggesteds" strike a chord with me. Since somebody earlier said they liked Annasophia Robb being a jobber, it somewhat lended direction to this one. So thank you friend.
Keep the dream alive! Long live this thread and the creative spirit!
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Hayden Panettiere vs Diana Argon
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It was a battle of cheerleaders...well maybe less like a battle and more like a total squash. Unfortunately for Diana she happened to be the one getting squashed. While she was supremely arrogant before the match began, Diana's former bitchy smirk had turned into a contorted grimace of pain. It didn't help that she thought some snotty remarks to her opponent to start things off would only give Hayden more incentive to teach this jobber a lesson. Hayden would calmy walk right over to Diana and kick her in the midsection as soon as the match began followed by gripping Argon's hair and slamming her down for a thunderous face buster. The match had been underway for about ten seconds and Diana was already flat on her stomach completely motionless. "Wow I mean I knew it would be easy but I didn't think it'd be THAT easy!" Hayden exclaimed as she turned Diana's body over on her back, reached to grip one of her spread eagled legs and yank it as far and as back as she could for an effortless yet very revealing leg hook pin. Diana's extremely short cheerleading skirt would offer no modesty for her with her leg hooked back and spread. The count could have gone up to 50 and it still wouldn't have made much of a difference.
The ref raised Hayden's hand in victory as she strutted around the ring. As Hayden celebrated and basked in her victory with her back turned to her opponent, Diana would eventually arise from her slumber and regain consciousness. Embarrassed beyond belief that she could lose so quickly, Diana got back up and prepared to ambush Hayden in a fit of rage. Hayden felt the wrestling mat slightly move from behind her though, so sensing the possibly sneak attack, she was able to anticipate a charging Diana who would attempt a clothesline that Hayden would duck underneath of. Diana would let out a frustrated cry as she would turn back around only to be plummeted with a brutal spear by Hayden that looked like it almost snapped her body in half. Once again passed out on the mat, Hayden would grab one of Diana's ankles and drag her to the center of the ring. Hayden then casually crawled over Diana's body mounting her so that her crotch was pressed right up against Diana's and the same went for their breasts. Laying atop of Diana, Hayden would once again reach down to grip one of her legs, hook it all the way back and pin Diana for a second time for another easy 3 count this time in an even more provocative and humiliating pinfall.
The ref once again rose Hayden's arm in victory but she wasn't done with this cheating bitch just yet. "I was gonna let you off easy but I guess you just asking for it now." Hayden scolded as she proceeded to literally rip Diana's top to shreds. After that she moved to Diana's skimpy skirt which she tore off her body with a single vicious yank. Now seeing this jobber in just a pair of white bra and panties, Hayden would grab both of Diana's ankles and bend her legs over her own body so that Diana's feet were touching the mat above her head and her butt was sticking straight up in the air. "I'm assuming you never got one of these as a child, but god knows it looks like you need one." Hayden sounded like a disappointed mother as she wedgied Diana's white panties up her butt and started mercilessly delivering a spanking to her opponents defenseless upturned hiney. Diana would wake up from the pain, start to scream in agony and then just whimper and cry before eventually passing out once again for the third time in the span of about five minutes. After Diana's butt was beet red and Hayden's hand started to go numb from all the slapping it was doing, Hayden would get up with Diana still stacked in this mortifying position. Hayden picked her foot up and planted it on Diana's sticking up red butt as she flexed and posed for the crowd in victory.
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Fantastic work, Xtra! What's not to love about Hayden and Diana going at it? And that was a spectacular finish!
Of course, knowing she's no match for Panettiere in a fair fight, I fully expect the duplicitous Ms. Argon to strike back someday soon in some devious manner, don't you? ;)
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Fantastic work, Xtra! What's not to love about Hayden and Diana going at it? And that was a spectacular finish!
Of course, knowing she's no match for Panettiere in a fair fight, I fully expect the duplicitous Ms. Argon to strike back someday soon in some devious manner, don't you? ;)
Would you like a rematch?? Surely Diana is going to be scheming for a way to get her revenge on Hayden, but you better believe that if Panettiere is ready for it and counters, that the next beating she gives to Argon will be even more humiliating.
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Anna Kournikova vs Emma Watson
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Watson moaned loudly as Anna paraded her around the room, the Brit's back draped across the right shoulder of her Russian opponent, every step sending a painful pulse through her spine. Satisfied that she had ably demonstrated the helplessness of the brunette, Kournikova suddenly slid Anna off of her shoulder even as she knelt; the result was Watson's body subjected to a backbreaker over the knee, drawing forth an almost animal yowl of anguish from the embattled English lass. Pressing one hand against Emma chin and the other on her thigh, the blonde bent her adversary's spine even further, forcing the last vestiges of strength and pride from Watson, who after several agonizing moments mewled, "No more...I submit...please, no more!"
With a look of pure disdain, Anna mutters, "Weak, like all Westerners" and roughly shoved her beaten rival off of her knee, and Watson fell to the floor, sobbing. But the blonde wasn't finished humbling her celebrated opponent just yet. Their catfight was taking place in an estate outside of London, so the small, elite audience was made up primarily of Brits, with a smattering of other nationalities. With a smirk, Anna trumpets Russian pride over English here on British soil; she grabs the Union Jack panties of her conquered foe and slides them down and off of her legs. "And this shall be my trophy to take back to Mother Russia," she crowed as she stood up and held the panties high above her head. Many of the spectators were aghast, as if Kournikova had just torn the flag itself from atop Parliament.
As she turned to strut triumphantly out of the room, the blonde added, almost as an afterthought, "Perhaps the stars and stripes will join them in my collection soon enough?" As she spoke, her eyes locked for just an instant with one particular guest in the room: Scarlett Johansson. The American battler was on hand at the invitation of Emma herself to cheer her English friend on, and from the steely look on her face, she was not at all happy over tonight's turn of events.
Also unspoken, but crystal clear to Anna, was Scarlett's acceptance of her challenge.
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A fight with Ariel winter would be nice. Also a fight between Kendall and Kylie Jenner
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Elizabeth Olsen vs Isla Fisher from HERE (http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?&user=ffff&page=1)
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"You're too stubborn and stupid for your own good, Isla." Liz sighed. "But I'll indulge you and say that yes, I'll probably feel the physical effects of this 'fight' for a couple weeks, but that's nothing compared to the psychological trauma that you're going to feel for the rest of your life." She finished, her voice seething in equal measure anger and arousal. Isla's eyes opened wide in terror and she began to fully regret her words when Olsen lifted one of her legs enough to slip her knee out of her shorts and then repeat the maneuver with her other leg. Settling herself back down on Fisher's chest, Liz slowly slid her shorts down her long legs, making sure to force them over the redhead's face before sliding them completely over her feet.
Elizabeth loved the sight of Fisher's panicked and terrified expression, but she knew it was about to get even better. Sliding forward, Liz covered Isla's mouth and nose with her aroused and wet womanhood; forcing the defeated woman's face full into her pussy with two handfuls of auburn hair, Olsen began to grind her hips back and forth, scrubbing Isla's crying face with her sex. "C'mon, gimmme that tongue you slut!" She shouts, thrusting harder and faster on Isla's face, moaning in ecstasy. After riding the redhead's sobbing face for the better part of several minutes, Liz finally erupted with a primal scream of pleasure and ultimate satisfaction, while dousing Isla's face in a torrent of her sexual juices. One hand groping her left tit while the other remained buried in the redhead's hair, Olsen ground out the last bits of remaining pleasure from Isla's face as she exhaled deeply, fully satisfied at her conquest.
"Mmmmm, fuck, that was amazing." Liz moaned as she remained seated on top of the redhead's mouth. She could feel Isla try to breathe beneath her, but she had no intentions of moving and instead looked down into panicked eyes of the conquered woman. Slicking her sweaty hair back, Olsen watched intently as Isla's cum-smeared eyelids blink back tears just moments before her eyes roll into the back of her head and she falls unconscious, her face and mouth and nose covered and filled with Elizabeth Olsen's sex.
Her phone having been in position record the entire spectacle, Liz finally separates herself from Isla's face and stands up on shaky legs, she sends a copy to Fisher's phone before pulling her shorts back on leaving the unconscious woman's apartment without a second look.
http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?&user=ffff&page=1 (http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?&user=ffff&page=1)
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Scarlett Johannson vs Elierbeth Olsen
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Bella Thorne vs. Bryana Holly
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Bryana Holly was an absolute mess. She's been totally dominated by a girl about five years younger than her and she couldn't do anything to stop it. After overhearing some comments made to her by Bryana while at the beach, namely calling her a "little kid", Bella took matters into her own hands and started pummeling her adversary from behind. Bryan crumbled to the sand as she was caught completely off guard by this "little kid's" pure rage and surprising strength.
A crowd quickly formed around the two as Bella began to bend and contort the leggy arrogant model in every position imaginable. Bella bent Bryana's legs over her own body and spanked her sticking up tush. Bella got on top of Bryana laying on her stomach and gripped her chin with both hands to execute a brutal camel clutch which had Holly's upper body bent so far back she was looking straight up at the sky. Bella then turned around and dropped her butt back on Bryana's back, grabbed a hold of her legs and put them under her arms and then leaned back for a nasty looking Boston crab hold. While Bryana had long since submitted and pleaded for the "little kid" to end the punishment, Bella didn't seem to hear any of it.
Bryana tried to start crawling away on her hands and knees after her tormenter finally had enough of the submission move, but Bella easily caught up to her and would swoop her off the mat and drape the now pleading Bryana over both her shoulders in a torture rack. Bella would continue stretching and bending Bryana's slim body backward over her shoulders until she finally got tired of the squeals coming from her victim. "Shut the fuck up already jeez!" Bella yelled as they then lifted Bryana's body up over her head only to then bend down on one knee and slam Bryana down for a particularly brutal backbreaker. Bryana's lanky body was completely broken in half backward as the last thing she saw before passing out was her own feet dangling next to her head. "Well that was fun! Anyway now back to my relaxing beach day." Bella would cheerfully say as she nonchalantly dumped Bryana's mangled dead weight body off her knee and onto her stomach as waltzed back over to her beach chair filled with glee.
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Just when I thought this thread couldn't get any better ... It does
AnnaSophia, Emma Watson and Diana Agron are awesome jobbers! But all of the stories deserve recognition, they are all great! You guys are awesome! Keep up the great work!
I'd love to see Jessica Alba get beat up by a younger/hotter/more fit actress. Also always been a fan of Taylor Swift getting put in her place!
Cheers
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Vanessa Hudgens vs Lily Collins
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Lily gasped as Vanessa punted a kick into her belly, the Brit's abs...already much-abused in this match...offering scant resistance. Gasping, Collins was hapless as her American opponent Irish whipped her into the ropes. Lily managed to turn herself around so that her back took the brunt of the impact from the steel cables, but she couldn't halt herself as momentum rebounded her off of the strands back toward her adversary Anticipating a forearm clothesline or even a backflip, the English lass was caught by surprise when Hudgens instead caught her and lifted her up into a bearhug.
Vanessa turned around to show off her captured prey to the cheering audience, and then she wrapped her left arm around her victim's head, gave an Amazon warrior's bellow, and threw herself down to the mat, executing a Facebuster. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8CvTHlcSkw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8CvTHlcSkw)
Like a ragdoll, the now barely conscious Collins unfurled herself upon the canvas, and lay there like an offering to the wrestling gods ans Vanessa covered her chest for the 1...2...3. In truth, the ref could have counted to ten with nary a quiver of defiance from Lily.
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vanessa vs lily !!! :o
it simply does not get any better..dazzling fight [end of]
i liked vanessa's win she is stubborn whereas lily seems like more pathetic, so its logical to be the loser ;D
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We've had some truly, truly great postings lately. Thanks so much to our writers, and keep 'em coming! ;D
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Elizabeth Olsen vs Isla Fisher from HERE (http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?&user=ffff&page=1)
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Well now, that Elizabeth is quite the little minx, isn't she? But I'm confident that Isla will have her vengeance someday soon. ;)
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Awesome fights! How about something with Shay Mitchell?
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500 posts! I've been waiting all day for this. And I'm thinking there's nothing more appropriate than rematches to the first two match finishes posted to this thread. Enjoy!
Alyson Hannlgan vs Katie Holmes
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Katie gurgled as Alyson tightened the sleeperhold, the redhead’s legs wrapped around her rival’s waist as she mercilessly punished the brunette. Finally, Holmes gives a pitiful sigh and her glazed eyes roll up in their sockets as she succumbs to unconsciousness.
Groggily, she comes to…abetted by some sharp slaps from Aly. “Wakey-wakey, bitch,” the redhead purrs, and with a heavy groan Holmes comes to. A handful of dark hair forces the whining Katie up to all fours, and it is only then that she realizes her bikini halter has been removed. She then grunts as her adversary sits upon her back, slipping the bra like a bridle between the brunette’s teeth, and holding the fabric as reins. “Crawl,” Alyson commands.
For a long heartbeat, Katie defies the order. But then with an air of pitiful resignation, she tearfully begins to crawl around the penthouse room on her hands and knees, carrying her triumphant arch-rival like a tamed mare carrying an Amazon queen.
Kaley Cuoco vs Mila Kunis
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OOOOFFFFFFF! Mila doubled over as her once-firm abs collapsed around the blonde’s fist. Kaley drew her arm back, and even as her opponent’s hands went to cover her aching belly, Cuoco delivered an uppercut that snapped Mila’s head back and sent her sprawling backward, where she hit the wall with a thud.
But the Russian gained no respite as Kaley grabbed her by the hair and dragged her stumbling to the center of the room. There, she dipped her knees and pulled Mila over her shoulders, hoisting her up into the air. And then Cuoco began to twirl around and around, subjecting her rival to an airplane spin. As her senses reeled, Mila yowled in helpless panic.
Suddenly Kaley threw Kunis over, slamming her hard to the carpeted floor. The brunette’s lush body bounced once, they lay nearly still as her eyes fluttered shut and she softly whimpered. Placing her foot upon the heaving chest of the fallen girl, Cuoco flexed her arms and claimed the victory with a beaming smile.
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I'd love to see Jessica Alba get beat up by a younger/hotter/more fit actress.
Wish granted via a much younger Youtube star. That SORT of counts as an actress right? Either way, it's much more humiliating.
Jessica Alba vs. Lia Marie Johnson
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Jessica was barely holding on as she cried once more as the pain around her waist spiked. Nobody but Lia could hear her however, smiling at her good, dominating position. It was ample payback, Jessica had took the spot originally offered to her in Taylor Swift's "Bad Blood" video, something that could have very well put her back on the call list for producers. Now she would finally take out her frustrations on the older bitch who ruined an ample opportunity for her career. She had Jessica in her hands and, quite frankly, in her thighs as well. Using her leg muscles, she tightened her hold on Jessica's waist, using one arm to brace herself on the sand behind her, and the other cruely in her opponent's hair, yanking her head back and straining her neck. With both girls seated on the sand and Lia keeping the older, once proud actress down, Jessica found her tired self doing nothing more then whimpering in pain and trying desperately to pry the younger blonde's knees away from her body. It was no use, Lia's legs were much stronger and held their own much more then her own. She was in a bad position and she knew it.
Lia did pay earlier for her little ambush, blood still seeping from her pouty but smiling lips into her smiling mouth. It was hard to believe at this point that the older actress was once in control. It was obviously not her first rodeo and Lia almost lost control when Jessica proved to be good with her hands. But Lia didn't fight fair nor did she want to trade blows, she wanted to hurt and dominate the once feared Jessica Alba and used any tactic to do so. It paid off in droves once Lia started attacking her face with her nails, stripping her snake print bikini top and choking her with it, and of course hitting her between the legs when she tried to recover. Jessica was on the verge of tears with nothing she could do about it at this point.
Jessica cried out again as Lia flexed her leg muscles and yanked at her brown locks as hard as she could. "You bitch!" she cried, "Please, stop!"
Lia's eyes narrowed. Jessica was going down, but not fast enough. "Bitch?" she responded, yanking her head back. "I'll show you who's the Queen Bitch on this beach you washed up old slut!"
Lia quickly moved her arms and secured them around Jessica's neck in a sleeper hold. Jessica realized it only too late before her throat was assaulted by the blonde who fell backwards onto the sand, maintaining the waistscissors as she pulled her down. Her exposed breasts smashing into Jessica's back, she squeezed both her legs and her arms as tight as she possibly could, causing Jessica to kick her legs and pry at Lia's arms with her nails. A horrific gasping sound came out of Jessica's mouth as it went wide open along with her eyes, feeling her mind start to bubble and her vision get cloudy.
"That's right," whispered Lia, "go to sleep you stupid slut. I'm going to let everybody know that "Mommy Jessica" got her ass kicked by a younger, prettier girl.". All Jessica could do was gasp and gurgle as Lia continued to choke her out. "Stay out of the spotlight, cxnt. It's a young girls game now." she stated coldly, hoping that Jessica could still hear her. She couldn't, Jessica's eyes rolled back and her body went limp about two seconds before she passed along her final warning.
Feeling the fight totally drain out of Jessica, Lia flexed her arms as tight as she could for one last moment before letting the older actress go and pushing her aside, head first into the sand. She was breathing hard, Lia choked her out completely. She was sure that Jessica wouldn't remember where she was at first, but hoped that she would remember getting her ass kicked later.
Standing up and dusting herself off before puling back up her one piece black swimsuit to cover her exposed young breasts, she then reached down and stripped Jessica's snake print bikini bottoms off of her. She then kicked some sand on the sleeping Jessica before moving and picking up her matching snake print bikini top.
"Just so you know, slut, I'm going to sell this on ebay." She knew that the naked girl sprawled out on the sand couldn't hear her, but smiled none the less before walking off and leaving her naked among the sand and rocks.
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Alesha Dixon v Taylor Swift would be fun!
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Congrats on >500, JJ, and thank you again for all these great stories.
BTW, loved that Alyson's sleeper hold / body scissors combo.
And the outcome of Kaley vs Mila is very realistic, imho. I love Mila, but I don't think she would last very long in a real clash with amazing Miss Cuoco.
Kaley rules!
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And the outcome of Kaley vs Mila is very realistic, imho. I love Mila, but I don't think she would last very long in a real clash with amazing Miss Cuoco.
Kaley rules!
One on one, I suspect you're right. But as I hope I've been able to establish. Ms. Kunis has written the book on cheating, and then tends to even the odds, or even put them in her favor. ;)
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A fight with Ariel winter would be nice. Also a fight between Kendall and Kylie Jenner
here's a real quick one
Kendall Jenner vs. Kylie Jenner
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Kendall tried to crawl away on her hands and knees in desperation. She had just been spanked over the knee of her younger sister Kylie which was equal parts painful and humiliating. As she crawled towards the rope just trying to get out of the ring and end this nightmare, Kylie easily caught up to her crawling older sister and grabbed the waistband of her jean shorts before starting to violently tug them down Kendall's long legs. Neglecting to even try the zipper at all, Kylie enjoyed Kendall's cries as she continued little by little to tug the skimpy shorts further down her legs. Kendall squirmed, whimpered and tried to delay the inevitable but her attempts were pretty pathetic. After a minor struggle that Kylie easily took control of, the shorts were eventually down to her ankles and then off completely.
Kendall was a total mess. Stripped of her shorts and shirt just left her in a pair of white bra and panties along with her sneakers. Kylie reached her down and gripped her disoriented sister by the hair before pulling her up, kicking her in the stomach to bend her over then put Kendall's head between her knees and locked her arms behind her back setting up for a pedigree. After flashing a devious smile to the crowd, Kylie jumped up and landed on her knees and thereby slamming Kendall down face first into the mat for a perfect pedigree. Kendall's body hit the mat with a THUD as there was no question she was in dreamland now. Kylie would turn over her poor older sister, casually crawl over and sit on Kendall's passed out face and reach over to grip one of her legs flat on the mat to spread it high and back for a dominant facesit leg hook pin.
After the 3 count was made, Kylie got up off the heap of her losing sister and flexed her arms in triumph while placing her foot on Kendall's bear stomach. "Ugh sorry I had to do that to you, sis." Kylie arrogantly chimed. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel better good though! Alright come on you wimp you can come with me now" With that Kylie reached down and threw Kendall's body over her left shoulder and carried her like a rag doll out of the ring.
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Fight with Joey king or her sisters
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KRISTINA BAZAN 22 yo 5'8" 31-23-37
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XENIA TCHOUMITCHEVA 27 yo 5'8W 34-24-34
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If she knew how little chances she had, probably Kristina would not have accepted Xenia's challenge as toughest and sexiest fashion blogger. As a matter of fact, she accepted it and she was thrown around her own apartment, her two close friends knocked out cold already, like a rag doll. Xenia had her way with Kristina the whole afternoon, slapping her cute face, tearing her expensive clothes to shreds, making a mess of her once gorgeous blonde mane. Full of bruises, Kristina was sobbing on the floor holding her arms around her small breasts after the punches Xenia had landed on those soft globes. Xenia relentelessly closed in, still in perfect shape, because apart for a couple weak slaps on the face, Kristina hadn't landed a single blow on her. "What is it, wimp? Tired already?" shouted Xenia, then she threw a vicious kick straight into Kristina's lower abdomen, enjoying the spits of saliva from her opponent's mouth. "I've got another for you!" she said, and landed another kick to the beaten midsection. Kristina curled up in tears: "Please, no more... please..."
"You are a pathetic wimp", said Xenia, and rolled Kristina on her stomach, sitting on the small of her back. She grasped Kristina's hair with one hand and pulled her neck backwards. Kristina shouted in pain while her neck was painfully bent as far as her bones would let it go.
"I am going to stop soon, little wimp. I just want to make sure your looks will need a surgeon to seem decent again."
This much said, she slammed Kristina's head face first into the hard floor of her apartment. Kristina shouted again as pain shot through her nose and forehead. Xenia pulled her head back again and watched Kristina's face. It was still gorgeous, despite the bruises.
"Looks like this will take some time..." said Xenia, and then returned to slam Kristina's face on the tiles. SLAM... SLAM... SLAM... SLAM... Xenia seemed like she wanted to break the tiles with Kristina's face! Again and again she kept slamming that beaten up face into the floor. After a dozen hits, blood started to stain the tiles, but Xenia just wouldn't stop. SLAM... SLAM... SLAM... and then she heard the CRACK: Kristina's nose was shuttered! When Xenia finally looked into Kristina's once beautiful face, all she saw was a bloodied nose smashed flat, Kristina's two front teeth were cracked and broken, most of them lying on the floor in pieces. Her forehead had a huge bleeding bruise. There would certainly need a surgeon now to restore those beautiful looks!
Xenia stood up leaving Kristina on the floor, totally unconscious. Before leaving the apartment, she took scissors and cut most of Kristina's hair: "I'm keeping this a memento of my visit, wimp", she said. Then, she opened Kristina's bleeding mouth, spat in it, and left.
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I'd love to see Jessica Alba get beat up by a younger/hotter/more fit actress.
Wish granted via a much younger Youtube star. That SORT of counts as an actress right? Either way, it's much more humiliating.
Jessica Alba vs. Lia Marie Johnson
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Jessica was barely holding on as she cried once more as the pain around her waist spiked. Nobody but Lia could hear her however, smiling at her good, dominating position. It was ample payback, Jessica had took the spot originally offered to her in Taylor Swift's "Bad Blood" video, something that could have very well put her back on the call list for producers. Now she would finally take out her frustrations on the older bitch who ruined an ample opportunity for her career. She had Jessica in her hands and, quite frankly, in her thighs as well. Using her leg muscles, she tightened her hold on Jessica's waist, using one arm to brace herself on the sand behind her, and the other cruely in her opponent's hair, yanking her head back and straining her neck. With both girls seated on the sand and Lia keeping the older, once proud actress down, Jessica found her tired self doing nothing more then whimpering in pain and trying desperately to pry the younger blonde's knees away from her body. It was no use, Lia's legs were much stronger and held their own much more then her own. She was in a bad position and she knew it.
Lia did pay earlier for her little ambush, blood still seeping from her pouty but smiling lips into her smiling mouth. It was hard to believe at this point that the older actress was once in control. It was obviously not her first rodeo and Lia almost lost control when Jessica proved to be good with her hands. But Lia didn't fight fair nor did she want to trade blows, she wanted to hurt and dominate the once feared Jessica Alba and used any tactic to do so. It paid off in droves once Lia started attacking her face with her nails, stripping her snake print bikini top and choking her with it, and of course hitting her between the legs when she tried to recover. Jessica was on the verge of tears with nothing she could do about it at this point.
Jessica cried out again as Lia flexed her leg muscles and yanked at her brown locks as hard as she could. "You bitch!" she cried, "Please, stop!"
Lia's eyes narrowed. Jessica was going down, but not fast enough. "Bitch?" she responded, yanking her head back. "I'll show you who's the Queen Bitch on this beach you washed up old slut!"
Lia quickly moved her arms and secured them around Jessica's neck in a sleeper hold. Jessica realized it only too late before her throat was assaulted by the blonde who fell backwards onto the sand, maintaining the waistscissors as she pulled her down. Her exposed breasts smashing into Jessica's back, she squeezed both her legs and her arms as tight as she possibly could, causing Jessica to kick her legs and pry at Lia's arms with her nails. A horrific gasping sound came out of Jessica's mouth as it went wide open along with her eyes, feeling her mind start to bubble and her vision get cloudy.
"That's right," whispered Lia, "go to sleep you stupid slut. I'm going to let everybody know that "Mommy Jessica" got her ass kicked by a younger, prettier girl.". All Jessica could do was gasp and gurgle as Lia continued to choke her out. "Stay out of the spotlight, cxnt. It's a young girls game now." she stated coldly, hoping that Jessica could still hear her. She couldn't, Jessica's eyes rolled back and her body went limp about two seconds before she passed along her final warning.
Feeling the fight totally drain out of Jessica, Lia flexed her arms as tight as she could for one last moment before letting the older actress go and pushing her aside, head first into the sand. She was breathing hard, Lia choked her out completely. She was sure that Jessica wouldn't remember where she was at first, but hoped that she would remember getting her ass kicked later.
Standing up and dusting herself off before puling back up her one piece black swimsuit to cover her exposed young breasts, she then reached down and stripped Jessica's snake print bikini bottoms off of her. She then kicked some sand on the sleeping Jessica before moving and picking up her matching snake print bikini top.
"Just so you know, slut, I'm going to sell this on ebay." She knew that the naked girl sprawled out on the sand couldn't hear her, but smiled none the less before walking off and leaving her naked among the sand and rocks.
Awesome! Terrific story! Perfect person to put it to poor Jessica too! Thanks!
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There should definitely be a rematch between Kristina and xenia
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Lia Marie Johnson taking down some of her Teens React castmates would be great. Jeannie Mai and Rachel Fenton are both old enough by now and seem like easy prey for her.
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I was thinking about some retro catfights from the 60's. which would you like to see a story, or write a story.
Ann Margret v Joey Hearterton
Shelly Fabres v Nancy Sinatra
Claudia Cardinale v Raquel Welch
Tina Louise v Stella Stevens
Jill St. John v Goldie Hawn
Barbara Eden v Nancy Kovack
I will try to post some photos of each match up.
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Fight with aly and Aj michalka
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Barbara Eden stepped back to assess the damage her attack had done to Nancy Kovak. The brunette was reeling from the flurry of rights and lefts Barbara had landed to her face and chest. Nancy's long shapely legs wobbled and her knees almost knocked together. She had a look on her face that was partly shock and partly pain.
"Had enough, Titsie?" the blonde star of "I Dream Of Jeannie" taunted her. "Or do you want some more?"
Nancy had picked the fight at a Hollywood party, talking trash behind Barbara's back. She was somewhat bigger and heavier than Eden so when the smaller woman virtually exploded on her in a fit of rage she was soon defenseless and taking a terrible beating.
But Kovak was a fighter and she put up her dukes - admittedly somewhat slowly - to try and continue the fight. Barbara just smiled as she made a big show of winding up her right fist, whirling it around in a comical manner before blasting the beautiful woman square on the jaw with a devastating uppercut.
Nancy's whole body flew backwards to land on a table holding a large bowl of punch. The flimsy table collapsed under the sudden weight of the out-cold beauty. And to add insult to injury, the punch bowl flew up in the air and came down with a splash on Nancy's head. It made all the Hollywood papers the next day, with Barbara Eden standing next to her limp foe, both fists up in a muscle pose.
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Michelle Trachtenberg vs Ashley Tisdale
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Michelle gritted her teeth and winced as Ashley drove the brunette's own right arm up between her shoulder blades with a hammerlock. Holding her opponent's wrist with her left hand in order to keep the hold in place, the blonde mischievously pinched the waistband of Trachtenberg's bikini briefs between her right hand thumb and index finger and tugged them down enough to expose her cheeks. With her open palm, the smirking Tisdale then began to deliver stinging slaps to her rival's derriere, swiftly turning the flesh red as Michelle yelped with every crack.
But however helpless she may seem at the moment, Michelle knows that Ashley has made two crucial mistakes: for one thing, while this predicament is discomforting, it's hardly damaging, and thus easy enough to escape if one knows how...and the brunette does. Secondly, all it is really achieving is making Trachtenberg mad as hell, and that won't end well for the blonde.
With a sudden blur of motion, Michelle spins around, pulling free of the hammerlock. She instantly grabs Tisdale's own right wrist and in a heartbeat has the startled beauty trapped in the very same hold. With her free hand, Trachtenberg takes a moment to pull her briefs back up to cover her butt, then she gets a handhold of Ashley's own panties and yaaaaaaaanks them up. The blonde squeals in pain and rises up on tip toes, trying to alleviate the sudden searing pain in her behind. And before Tisdale can formulate an escape plan of her own, Michelle dips her knees, and with a small grunt hoists Ashley up and over, flipping her through the air and sending her crashing to the penthouse floor, the back of her skull and neck taking the full brunt of the impact, leaving her badly dazed.
In the span of seconds, the chestnut-haired battler had gone from seeming haplessness to seizing victory in her hands. The only question now was, how to finish off the blonde. With a devilish grin, Michelle purrs, "Since you're clearly so enamored with my tushy, let me give you a close up view." With that, she sits astride her whimpering adversary's chest, then slides herself backward. Ashley's eyes widen in terror and she starts to gasp out "NO!"...but it is swiftly muffled as Trachtenberg's much-praised bottom settles down over Tisdale's mouth and nose, smothering her. After some twenty seconds or so of futile squirming, the blonde goes limp.
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Lia Marie Johnson taking down some of her Teens React castmates would be great. Jeannie Mai and Rachel Fenton are both old enough by now and seem like easy prey for her.
...now this is an idea. Jeannie Mai is high on that list. I'll be looking into this one for sure!
Great stories! I don't know who Kristina Bazan is but I feel like I should!
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Lia Marie Johnson taking down some of her Teens React castmates would be great. Jeannie Mai and Rachel Fenton are both old enough by now and seem like easy prey for her.
...now this is an idea. Jeannie Mai is high on that list. I'll be looking into this one for sure!
Great stories! I don't know who Kristina Bazan is but I feel like I should!
Jeannie and Rachel are now on a YouTube channel called Squash. They do a 1 round, 2 minute, MMA fight against each other that lists their height and weight. Lia is 4-5 inches taller than both.
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photos jill st. john v goldie hawn
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Jill St. John and Goldie Hawn stepped into the makeshift arena, a square space with stacked hay stacks serving as walls. The two young ladies had heard about these "young starlet fights" where rich powerful Hollywood men pitted young actresses looking to get a break in the industry against each other in various kinds of fights, the prize being juicy parts in upcoming movies and/ or tv shows. The young girls were approached and asked if they would be willing to battle it out. The prize tonight, a regular spot in a planned TV show called Laugh In. This was the break that each girl was looking for, so they readily agreed. The girls were told to show up at the specified site dressed in either a bikini or bra and panties. They would be told the "type of fight" that they would be involved in when they arrived.
Jill, in a blue bikini, Goldie, in white bra and panties, would battle in what was called a "tied together rope fight. " The girls had their left wrists bound together by a 6 foot piece of rope. The winner would be the girl who could knock the other out, or could chock her opponent out using the rope. There were no other rules. The women circled each other trying to pull the other in close with the rope. Neither girl was gaining an advantage in this tug of war, so they just came together throwing right hands at each other. Both ladies landed a few punches that really did no serious damage, they then grabbed each others hair grunting and screaming insults at the other. They fell to the floor ripping each others tops off. As they rolled around on the ground scratching and clawing at their rivals tits and face, Goldie was able to manipulate the rope around Jill's neck. She began to tighten the rope as the crowd yelled for her "to finish" the red head. The red head was struggling to catch her breath as the blonde continued to apply more and more pressure. Jill was finished, Goldie was delighted with herself as she was pulled off the beaten red head. The rest is history.
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As you may have seen discussed elsewhere on the Celebrity Fights board, actress Ariel Winter turns 18 this Thursday, the 28th. As a bona fide consenting adult, she thus becomes fair game for this thread. I imagine there will be some polls and stories featuring Ariel come Thursday on the board, but I'd like to encourage her use here in the "Finish Her" thread as well. Much like our Kaley Cuoco Day a few weeks back, consider January 28th Ariel Winter Day, and also consider yourself encouraged to write something up with her!
Do you see her being a dominant fighter? Is she simply the newest jobber? Or will she be somewhere in-between? Let your imaginations blossom! ;D
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Anyone willing to write the rematch for Danielle Campbell vs Claire Julien
Would be great
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Vanessa and Stella hudgens would be good fight. Whose the hotter sister.
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Do you see her being a dominant fighter? Is she simply the newest jobber? Or will she be somewhere in-between? Let your imaginations blossom! ;D
Too soon?
Clearly, the "body of evidence" has yet to even be discovered, let alone dissected and autopsied. Still, judging from the "crime scene photo" posted, there's a good chance Ms Winter will have plenty of opportunities to "prove herself". It's not like there are hundreds of eager young actresses beating down the doors trying to get notice....OOPS! My bad.
There ARE hundreds of eager young actresses....etc. Still, no reason not to give this new girl every opportunity to prove her worthiness.
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Dove Cameron vs Jacqueline Emerson
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Dubbed the "Angry Angel", because her angelic Girl Next Door face belied her savage fury, Dove was living up to her nickname...much to her opponent's regret.
It had actually been an evenly-matched contest for much of the fight, with Jacqueline giving the blonde a genuine challenge. But as the battle wore on between the two pixie beauties, Cameron's ferocity eventually overcame the redhead. Now, Dove was simply reveling in tormenting her hapless adversary.
A panting, exhausted Jacqueline was flat on her belly. Dove, fueled by adrenaline, dropped a knee into her foe's back, pressing it into her spine. With her left hand, the blonde grabbed the redhead's left ankle, and with her right she cupped her hand under Emerson's chin. She then began to pull both ends up and back. Jacqueline's squeals turned to howl of anguish as her body was bent agonizingly. With a sneer, Dove says, "Let's make both ends meet!" She tugs on Emerson's limb until her toes are touching the top of her own head. Tears stream down the redhead's face as her hands frantically tap at the carpet and she shrieks, "SHTAAAAPPP! I GIVE UP!!!"
Contemptuously, Cameron keeps the torturous hold in place for several heartbeats longer, then released her beaten rival and rises up. A sharp kick to the ribs sends the sobbing redhead over onto her back, and Dove triumphantly places a foot upon the heaving chest of her fallen foe.
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Flashback 1943: Lana Turner vs Betty Grable
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With the dazed Grable on her belly, Lana folded her rival's legs back at the knees and crossed them at the ankles. Then she moved her body up and sat on Betty's feet, painfully pinning the legs down. Turner then reached forward and grabbed her opponent's hair, yanking her head back. The electric waves of pain snap Grable from her stupor, but despite her flailing she is unable to break free. "Million dollar legs, my ass," Lana sneered, quite satisfied with how she had targeted Betty's primary weapons, twisting, yanking and bending them until the embattled blonde could no longer even stand on her fabled gams.
Turner moved her hands from her foe's disheveled mane, slipping her index fingers into the corners of Grable's mouth, pulling her lips wide in a pained rictus. "Smile pretty, sweetie," the buxom tormentor purred, as Betty fought back tears, helpless as her rival mocked and humbled her.
Moments later, Lana suddenly slammed Betty face-first into the carpet, leaving her victim seeing stars. That gave Turner the luxury of casually climbing off of Grable and rolling her over onto her back. Betty groaned but offered no resistance as Turner then sat on her chest, bouncing a few times up and down on her breasts, and smiling as Betty whimpered. The voluptuous Lana then slid herself forward, allowing her satin-covered groin to cover Grable's mouth and nose, smothering her. Betty's legs thrashed in panic, but she lacked the power to throw her adversary off, and it was only a short matter of time before she was driven unconscious.
Lana basked in the cheers of the elite gathering of Hollywood's power brokers, who had paid $1000 each (to be donated to the war bond drive, of course) to watch two of movie's biggest starlets wage a war all their own. For Turner, tonight's victory merely reaffirmed her own conviction that she was not simply the most beautiful woman in Hollywood, but also the fiercest catfighter, and she would be happy to prove that again.
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Just waiting for the ariel winter fights
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Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin
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Ariel was so anxious to launch her celeb wrestling career, she booked her first match for her birthday, when as an 18 year old she was at last able to compete. Rather than place her in a standard catfight, the organizer decided upon a ring match; an actual pro-style ring was set up in the large ballroom of the host's mansion. Facing Winter would be another fighting newcomer, Abigail Breslin. The two youngsters matches up almost identically in size; Ariel had only a slight advantage in one regard over her opponent, boasting a cup size of 34D, while Breslin is a 34C.
Both teen beauties had trained hard for this night, and although they still possessed the awkwardness of newcomers, there was no denying that both were tremendous natural athletes. Furthermore, each displayed a ferocity that was breathtaking to behold, as both busty battlers tore into one another from the opening bell.
Perhaps inevitably...no doubt equal parts targets of opportunity and feminine pride...Abigail and Ariel directed much of their attacks on each others' bosoms. Breasts were hammered by fists and forearms, flattened by stomps, mauled by clawholds, and sent a-jiggling by judo chops. Still, neither would give ground in their contest, and so the battle wore on. The two beauties panted heavily for breath, their skin glistening with sweat, which soaked their skin-tight one-piece bathing suits.
And then, the battle shifted to a new tactic. It occurred almost organically, with no words passing between the two combatants. Both Winter and Breslin ran to the ropes on the opposite sides of the ring, bounded off of the cables for added momentum, and rushed toward one another. The collided chests-first, the powerful impact, coupled with their heavy grunts, echoed throughout the large room. The two teens staggered backwards, both moaning in pain, but the result was stalemate. Their brows knitting in angry frustration, they repeated the move, once more coming off of the ropes and hurtling themselves like wrecking balls at one another. Once more they slammed together, their breasts pancaking from the collision. Both now badly stunned, they staggered back almost comically on rubbery legs...but still they both stood. Shaking their heads and clearing away the fog, they rush for a third time to the strands, their curvaceous bodies repelling off of them and sending them dashing at full speed together.
The impact was like a thunderclap, and this time one woman was felled. Abigail sailed backward through the air and landed with a heavy thud to the mat, stunned. Ariel was staggered, but she managed to remain upright. After taking several moments to gather her wits, she went over to the nearest corner and climbed up the turnbuckles, perching unsteadily on the top ropes in a crouch. She then flung herself into the air, a beautiful missile of destruction. Laying spread eagled on the canvas, too spent to move, Abigail could only open her eyes wide with fright as she saw Winter come crashing down upon her.
Both girls gave loud gasps as Ariel splashed down upon Abigail, air being expelled from the lungs of both. But Breslin was most definitely the worse for wear. Staying atop her rival, the brunette now shifted herself until her chest hovered over the blonde's face, her feet grapevining Abigail's legs wide while Ariel pinned her adversary's arms above her head to the mat. With a smirk, Ariel pressed her D-cupped breasts down upon the struggling blonde's face, covering her mouth and nose and smothering her. The embattled Breslin squirmed in panic beneath her foe, but lacked the strength to throw the brunette off. Soon enough, Abigail ceased her movement and slipped into the inky dark of unconsciousness.
Triumphant, Ariel struggled up off of her rival, then got to her feet. To claim her victory, she pressed her right foot upon Abigail's heaving chest and raised her arms to accept the cheers of the onlookers, who then broke into a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday".
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Torrie Wilson vs. Stacy Keibler
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It was a reunion match for the two classic rivals, and the results so far had been about the same. Torrie had beaten Stacy almost every time they faced each other except for one bikini match in which Keibler actually won via a rollup pin. So naturally, that was the match type that Stacy suggested when agreeing to face her nemesis. But the conditions only proved to motivate Torrie more to teach this long legged jobber yet another lesson in humility. She had stripped, spanked and generally made a complete fool out of Stacy whenever they faced and this time proved to be very much the same
Torrie dominated the match to say the least. After a stink face in the corner, a facesit spanking with Stacy's legs bent over her body, and a running DDT which knocked poor Kielber out, Torrie was trying to think of an appropriate way to finish things off. She could easily just pin Stacy now, but that seemed too vanilla especially for a woman who she's embarrassed so many times before. Torrie finally knew what to do as she proceeded to strip Stacy's bikini bra and thong off her body and then used the garments to hogtie her hands and ankles together like a piece of meat. Once she had Stacy tied up, Torrie then flipped her over so that her naked hogtied body was now facing up to the ceiling with her bent and arched belly sticking up in the air.
Torrie casually took a seat on Keibler's contorted body while crossing her legs like she was sitting on a throne and raised her arms over her head for another victory over poor Stacy. It was a moment that symbolized the history between the two wrestlers; Torrie on top in victory and glee while Stacy was on bottom once again defeated in humiliating fashion by her former tag team partner.
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Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin
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Ariel was so anxious to launch her celeb wrestling career, she booked her first match for her birthday, when as an 18 year old she was at last able to compete. Rather than place her in a standard catfight, the organizer decided upon a ring match; an actual pro-style ring was set up in the large ballroom of the host's mansion. Facing Winter would be another fighting newcomer, Abigail Breslin. The two youngsters matches up almost identically in size; Ariel had only a slight advantage in one regard over her opponent, boasting a cup size of 34D, while Breslin is a 34C.
Both teen beauties had trained hard for this night, and although they still possessed the awkwardness of newcomers, there was no denying that both were tremendous natural athletes. Furthermore, each displayed a ferocity that was breathtaking to behold, as both busty battlers tore into one another from the opening bell.
Perhaps inevitably...no doubt equal parts targets of opportunity and feminine pride...Abigail and Ariel directed much of their attacks on each others' bosoms. Breasts were hammered by fists and forearms, flattened by stomps, mauled by clawholds, and sent a-jiggling by judo chops. Still, neither would give ground in their contest, and so the battle wore on. The two beauties panted heavily for breath, their skin glistening with sweat, which soaked their skin-tight one-piece bathing suits.
And then, the battle shifted to a new tactic. It occurred almost organically, with no words passing between the two combatants. Both Winter and Breslin ran to the ropes on the opposite sides of the ring, bounded off of the cables for added momentum, and rushed toward one another. The collided chests-first, the powerful impact, coupled with their heavy grunts, echoed throughout the large room. The two teens staggered backwards, both moaning in pain, but the result was stalemate. Their brows knitting in angry frustration, they repeated the move, once more coming off of the ropes and hurtling themselves like wrecking balls at one another. Once more they slammed together, their breasts pancaking from the collision. Both now badly stunned, they staggered back almost comically on rubbery legs...but still they both stood. Shaking their heads and clearing away the fog, they rush for a third time to the strands, their curvaceous bodies repelling off of them and sending them dashing at full speed together.
The impact was like a thunderclap, and this time one woman was felled. Abigail sailed backward through the air and landed with a heavy thud to the mat, stunned. Ariel was staggered, but she managed to remain upright. After taking several moments to gather her wits, she went over to the nearest corner and climbed up the turnbuckles, perching unsteadily on the top ropes in a crouch. She then flung herself into the air, a beautiful missile of destruction. Laying spread eagled on the canvas, too spent to move, Abigail could only open her eyes wide with fright as she saw Winter come crashing down upon her.
Both girls gave loud gasps as Ariel splashed down upon Abigail, air being expelled from the lungs of both. But Breslin was most definitely the worse for wear. Staying atop her rival, the brunette now shifted herself until her chest hovered over the blonde's face, her feet grapevining Abigail's legs wide while Ariel pinned her adversary's arms above her head to the mat. With a smirk, Ariel pressed her D-cupped breasts down upon the struggling blonde's face, covering her mouth and nose and smothering her. The embattled Breslin squirmed in panic beneath her foe, but lacked the strength to throw the brunette off. Soon enough, Abigail ceased her movement and slipped into the inky dark of unconsciousness.
Triumphant, Ariel struggled up off of her rival, then got to her feet. To claim her victory, she pressed her right foot upon Abigail's heaving chest and raised her arms to accept the cheers of the onlookers, who then broke into a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday".
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Perfect. Some sites have Breslin as 34c and some as 34d, so it's a great matchup. Can't believe I didn't think of her as it really is a natural rivalry, probably even better than the Bindi Irwin one I was thinking of.
Maybe it's time to dust off Soleil Moon Frye to face Winter as one of the first child actresses that had to have reduction surgery?
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Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin: Coda
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Ariel limped over to the ropes and threw her arms over them, smiling but utterly exhausted. But despite how spent and aching she was, and in spite of the tremendous joy she felt in winning, a part of her was sorry the match was over. Abigail had pushed her to her limits, and knowing that she had conquered the blonde and proven herself superior was exhilarating.
From the crowd, a well-known musician smiled at the victorious birthday girl and playfully asked, "So, can I give you your eighteen spanks now?" Winter smiled back, but instead of giving him his wish, she was struck by an idea. She turned her head, and saw that Breslin had managed to roll over and get to all fours, and she was now slowly crawling to the opposite of the ring, tears of humiliation rolling down her cheeks.
Now the smile on the brunette's face turned sinister as she stalked her rival. Abigail was startled for a moment as she suddenly felt hands grasping her left ankle, halting her retreat. The blonde then found herself yanked to center ring. And before Breslin could do anything about it, her belly was draped over the outstretched knee of Ariel. Abigail had a sinking feeling what was coming, but she had no strength left in her battered body to resist beyond some feeble squirming and a frightened whimper.
The one-pieces the girls wore were cut to best show off their hourglass figures, being low in front and high on the sides. As a result, there was precious little fabric covering their behinds...and thus nothing to offer even scanty protection for Abigail as Ariel proceeded to deliver spank after stinging spank. The sobbing blonde yipped with ever slap, her skin swiftly turning a glowing red. If she had hoped an onlooker would come to her rescue, she was cruelly mistaken, as the crowd of elite spectators all merrily counted along with each spank.
Finally, Winter reached eighteen blows...then pulled her arm far back to deliver "one to grow on", landing a slap to Breslin's battered butt that resonated through the large room. Satisfied, she stood up, dropping Abigail to the mat. Rolling onto her back, hands reaching behind her to massage her throbbing derriere, the blonde looked up at her tormentor, eyes narrowed with rage, and hissed through gritted teeth, "You're gonna pay for this, bitch. I swear, you're gonna pay!"
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how about Katie Nolan vs Sara Underwood in a match ?
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We've had a number of really good matches lately, in particular Jessica vs Lia Marie and Goldie vs Jill. Keep 'em coming, folks! ;D
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how about Katie Nolan vs Sara Underwood in a match ?
would love to see Katie versus anyone. Also her peers Erin Andrews and Charissa Thompson
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fighting outfits- story to follow
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The year was 1993. The TV show FRIENDS was in the casting phase. All major parts had been cast, except the part of Rachel. The two finalists for the part were 2 young relatively unknown actresses , Jennifer Aniston and Tea Leoni. Both had tested perfectly for the part. The producer called both young girls into his office. "I have a problem, You both are perfect for the part, I just cant decide who gets the part." Leoni and Aniston glared at each other, both knowing where this was going. Tea stood up and said, " You want us to fight, I'm ready and willing", and began to remove her jewelry to fight Jennifer right there. Jennifer, a bit surprised, had no choice but to fight for the part and stood up also.
" No not here" , replied the producer. "Tonight at my estate. You will be fighting in front of about 20 people. Jennifer, wear a blue dress, Tea wear a red dress. We go into production next week, so I cant have any marks on your faces." The rules would be no punching, slapping or scratching to the face. no biting. anything else would be allowed. The winner would be the girl who could strip her opponent naked and then make her submit.
The fighters entered the spacious room from separate bedrooms. As instructed, Jennifer in a blue dress, no bra, blue panties and blue garter belt and stockings, Tea in a red dress, no bra, red panties and red garter and stockings. The spectators, which included both men and women, quickly began to choose their favorite as the girls walked into the room. In fact some huge wagers were being placed on the outcome.
The fighters were instructed to begin. The girls locked hands and a test of strength started the conflict. Tea drew "first blood" so to speak when with one quick attack ripped jen's dress down to her waist. Tea went on the attack, her strategy would be to strip Jennifer as quickly as possible and then finish her. Tea was trying to rip jen's dress completely off when jen responded with two punches to Leoni's boobs and stomach. Punches to the face were not allowed, but punches to the body were ok. Tea stumbled backward dazed and surprised by the attack. Aniston was on her like a cat ripping Tea's red dress completely off. They were on the floor rolling around, Tea had regained her composure and managed to tear jen's dress completely off. The girls were sweating and panting 10 minutes into the fight, but both girls knew this battle was a long way from being over. The two tiring fighters rolled away from each other both happy to get a chance to catch their breath. They rose to their feet now only in their garters, stockings and panties. Tea was the first to speak, " Ok bitch, lets just strip down naked and finish this woman to woman." Jennifer replied, "Fine, lets see who the better woman is you cheap slut." The girls slowly removed their lingerie to the cheers of the crowd. The women starred at each other, ready to finish this in naked splendor. The girls had great bodies that now were glistening with sweat from the fight. They charged each other screaming, punching and grabbing each other trying to end this battle. Now 20 minutes into the fight, the girls were tiring and exhausted. They grabbed each other in a mutual clinch. Tea and Jennifer realized that this would be the final encounter that would decide who gets the part. They stumbled awkwardly around clinging to each other. Suddenly Aniston freed her right hand from the clinch and unleashed a series of punches to Tea's breasts. Tea fell over, Jen pounced on her throwing more punches to Tea's body. It was over, Jen had "finished her", and would become Rachel.
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There have been some really great matches and stories here, but I really loved this last one. Great job.
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Thank you. Im going to post one more today.
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It's a little late, but real life happens!
Anyway, here's my contribution (and probably the first of many involving her) for Ariel Winter Day!
Ariel Winter vs. Dakota Blue Richards
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"Stop you twat!" shouted Dakota at Ariel who was struggling beneath her. "After all, I've only SEEN this on wrestling shows before."
What she was referring too was the modified Camel Clutch she had managed to lock the young American in, her arms held suspended and hopeless on Dakota's legs while she used her right hand to wrench her neck back by her hair, causing yet another yelp of pain. Dakota, much to the encouragement of the pandering crowd of girls surrounding the fight, slipped her left hand down and firmly grasped Ariel's fully exposed breast, bouncing it around with her hand before laughing at her.
"And this is reduced? Look at these fat cow udders!" she stated with a smile before continuing her humiliating taunt, "Typical for a talent-less American cow.", several of the other British girls surrounding the fight laughed and pointed, gawking at Ariel and her situation. All she could do was close her eye, the entire night had been nothing short of an utter nightmare.
Ariel was in London, with a break from her regular filming duties it was a good chance to expand not only her horizons, but her popularity on both the movie screens and overseas. The film was from a smaller British studio and she was quickly cast for the part which would run along side top billing along with another girl, Dakota Blue Richards. The day after arriving, the girls who were cast, some film extras and some of the female crew were having a nighttime "Pre-Production" Girls Night Party at a rented upscale house. It was here that Ariel discovered two things quite immediately, the first being that she was the ONLY American present, and that neither she nor Dakota liked each other.
Trying to fit in with some of the extras, she quickly learned that Ariel filled a spot with what could have been considered a "role for some homegrown talent" and knew she was going to have a hard time fitting in even for the quick shooting scheduled. As the night went on Dakota and her mood both soured towards each other as they quickly went from dirty looks, to mean comments, to outright insults. It was Ariel's mistake (but to her credit, brave all things considered) when she openly told Dakota that they could solve this in the "other room". Neither backed down, and the other girls (now fully expecting to see the two starlets of their own movie slug it out) moved furniture and gawked excitedly as the dark haired American in the orange cleavage showing dress stood in the carpeted room across from the British blonde and her black spaghetti strap and cutoff jeans.
Ariel was the first to take the leap, slapping Dakota across the face after a choice insult. Dakota returned the slap and the two quickly engaged into a nasty, hairpulling catfight complete with a gaggle of girls behind them cheering...mostly for Dakota. Ariel held her own at first as slaps were then traded for closed fists to the stomach, chest and face. She almost managed to rip Dakota's black top off but only managed to break one strap before her own top betrayed her and her recently downgraded tits came spilling out. It was there that the mistake was made, noticing cell phone cameras she tried to cover her bust and Dakota hammered her first in the side, then in the stomach, knocking the wind out of Ariel while everybody laughed and took pictures of her. It was only downhill from there as the Brit didn't pull back any punches from her "co-star", ripping her dress down to her hips to expose all of her bosom and stomach, clawing at her face and chest and taking shots at her delicate breasts and even her crotch. By the time Dakota took the fight to the ground permanently Ariel was doing nothing but trying to hold back her tears and try to pathetically crawl in the direction that was opposite of the dominating British girl in hopes of catching a break. She did not, and was paying for it in the camel clutch.
Another scream came from her mouth as Dakota stopped bouncing her breast around in her hand and viciously raked her nails across her tit, leaving red welt marks to match ones from earlier. "Please," she begged, some tears starting to fall down her face and smear her makeup, "Please stop...not there anymore..."
Dakota responded with a laugh before digging her nails straight into Ariel's titflesh, causing her to howl again. "Shut up, heffer. You ask me to stop bustin' up your tits one more time and I'll scratch that pretty face up instead." As Dakota let up the pressure on her exposed breast, Ariel couldn't help but begin to cry now. She was broken and defeated, she wanted to go home and forget this happened, but the laughing and pointing girls surrounding her was a good indicator that what she wanted would never happen.
Moving her hands, she then shoved Ariel face first into the carpet before holding her up by her hair, tears running down her face. "Ladies, this slag think's she's Queen around here. Think's that just because she's got TITS, she's better then us." The coalition of girls around them started to boo at Ariel who was involuntarily huffing. Apologize to them, say you give, and say you and your tits are pathetic."
Totally defeated, Ariel sobbed while doing so. Dakota had nothing but smiles on her face. Ariel expected to be let go and the night to run it's course...Dakota on the other hand had better plans. She flipped Ariel onto her back. "Girls." she asked the two closest to her sides, "Hold her arms."
Ariel found herself in real trouble now. The two closest British girls did what they were asked with smiles, holding down Ariel's outstretched arms to her sides while Dakota slid into position over her. Ariel tried to kick and flop in a panic, but it was no use. "I'll give you exactly what you deserve slag. An ironic end to this pathetic fight." Dakota reached to the bottom of her top and slid it over her head, throwing it to the side. She then unclasped her mal-adjusted bra and threw it away, exposing her huge breasts. They weren't as big as Ariel's before surgery, but now they certainly dwarfed her own scratched up pair.
"Enjoy it, you fuckin' slag." Dakota said before grasping Ariel by the back of the head and flopping one of her massive tits onto her face, pushing her mouth and nose into her titflesh. Muffled screaming came from beneath, but Dakota responded with nothing more then more pressure to the back of her head. "I don't even need two, just one for you...you dumb slut. Ariel Winter, popular only for her tits, being smothered out by a superior set and girl. That's headlines."
ENDING 1 - Standard Ending
The insults continued as Ariel's screaming and kicking got weaker. Finally, Dakota felt her body go limp under her. She pushed her into her breast hard, just for good measure, before letting go. Everybody slowly got up from the defeated half naked girl and cheered as their hero, Dakota, raised her arms above her head and posed before bending over and picking up an unconscious Ariel Winter for several instagram photos of her beaten up and unconscious state. The Dakota and the girls ended up posting it to Twitter (complete with Dakota in a handbra...but Ariel exposed) with the hashtag #winterisntcoming.
Ariel Winter's part was recast with a British actress and Winter reportedly flew back home but wasn't seen nor heard from in weeks following the incident.
ENDING 2 - Brutal Ending *Warning, extremely violent. Not for everybody, that's why I've written it in beige (because it's hard to see) so you have to make a conscious choice to read. You have been warned.
Dakota kept hurling insults, calling her a fat slag and such until she started feeling Ariel starting to weaken. Looking down, she could see Ariel's eyes start rolling up towards the back of her head, yet continued to smother her without mercy with her large tit. Soon, the muffled screams were totally silenced and the kicking stopped. Ariel went limp and several girls around cheered. A couple other were busy taking pictures. Dakota, with one hand still in her opponent's hair, pushed her face into it more, making sure that she was totally out.
"Don't let that bitch up!" shouted another girl.
"Yeah! Teach her a lesson! Keep smothering that sissy little cxnt!"
Dakota did so, watching Ariel's eyes start rolling back even more, denying her oxygen long after she was certain that she was the clear winner of the fight. Ariel began to shake a little and convulse, and it didn't take long before there was a scream from one of the girls watching, followed by laughter.
"Oh my god, she pissed herself!" one girl started laughing while pulling out her phone to take a picture. Girls were pointing and laughing as the unconscious Ariel wet herself from Dakota's prolonged titsmother.
Dakota released Ariel's head and she immediately began breathing deep breaths while the puddle started to grow larger. She then threw her arms above her head while the girls cheered for her, but quickly told them to get a picture of her and Ariel. She propped her up and made sure everybody could see that she had wet herself. The pictures were subsequently posted to facebook with choice, embarrassing comments. Ariel, who would wake up eventually only to realize what had happen through pictures, was humiliated utterly by the British girl. Her part was re-cast immediately, and she was on the first plane back to the United States where she could hide her face from the world...
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This one was long, with two endings, one of them much more humiliating and brutal then normal. I'm just catering to all tastes out there, especially since I've been waiting for Ariel Winter day for catfights! I hope you enjoyed! Keep the thread alive!
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sarah Jessica parker v samanta fox- photos sarah
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photos samanta
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sarah with her husband before the fight
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It's a little late, but real life happens!
Anyway, here's my contribution (and probably the first of many involving her) for Ariel Winter Day!
Ariel Winter vs. Dakota Blue Richards
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Great stuff, CS...and I for one appreciate your discretion with the alternate ending. ;)
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samanta in her fighting outfit- story to follow
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Bella Thorne vs Michelle Williams
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Foxy boxing was a rare variation of combat in the celeb fighting circles, but if anyone could be said to be the best at it, it would be Michelle Williams. For fifteen years, she had gone undefeated in penthouse pugilism. And that was precisely why Bella had demanded a boxing bout, so that she could topple the Queen from her throne.
The rules were simple: the girls wore large 24 ounce pink gloves; there were no rounds, they simply traded blows until the end; and the end could only come from a knockout or verbal submission, no count-outs. Michelle and Bella were garbed similarly in black booty shorts, with the blonde wearing a yellow sports bra, and the redhead in red.
After several minutes of fairly even action, Williams really kicked in with her offensive. However, Thorne used her greater speed to stay on a strategic defensive, avoiding blows when she could, and Rope-A-Doping most of the rest, letting her arms absorb the impacts. Eventually, Michelle's face was flushed red and she panted hard for breath, and it was only then that she realized she had fallen into her younger opponent's trap to make her exhaust herself.
And then Bella unleashed her own assault, her gloved fists a whirlwind as she hammered away at the blonde. Williams was driven backwards by the blizzard of punches to her face, head and belly, until her back pressed against the wall. With nowhere to retreat, and her leaden arms now hanging useless at her sides, Michelle could do nothing but endure the merciless beating. "You're done for, old woman!" Thorne hissed as she pounded away at her rival, sweat spraying from Michelle's skin with every punch.
Finally, Michelle's knees buckled and she collapsed face-first to the floor. But Thorne wasn't done with her; she rolled the dazed blonde over onto her back and sat astride her belly, and continued raining blows to her victim's face and breasts, until at last...mercifully for Williams...she was driven unconscious.
Pulling off her gloves, Bella took her fallen foe's halter top in her hands and pulled it off of her to claim it as her trophy. The victorious redhead then stood up, placing a foot triumphantly upon the bare breasts of the beaten blonde and holding the bra above her head, proclaiming (without protest from any of the spectators) "And this is why I'm the Queen!"
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Having been roughed up repeatedly in their relatively brief tussle Gwyneth Paltrow was a disheveled mess as she struggled to pick herself up off the floor all the while being taunted by a cocky Hayden Panettiere. "Is that all you got you uncoordinated bimbo" Hayden sneered as Gwyneth stood before her fighting back tears . Despite her superior height and reach the tall lanky blonde was outclassed athletically by Hayden who was quick,compact,powerful and very capable of handling herself in a physical confrontation. With Gwyneth back to her feet Hayden could smell blood in the water and dropping her fists she chided "C'mon hit me". Her long slender arms hanging limply at her side and seemingly resigned to her fate Gwyneth meekly shook her head "no". Finally after more prodding by Hayden, the tall slender blonde summoned the energy and courage to throw an exceedingly weak, uncoordinated attempt at a haymaker which Hayden easily ducked and in turn drove a popwerful jab into Gwyneth's exposed midsection. Letting out a high pitched groan the tall blondes long legs almost immediately buckled and she hit the floor with a thud. With a cocky grin Hayden grabbed her phone and placing her foot on her fallen victim snapped a photo and quipped BEST SELFIE EVER!
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Samanta Fox sat on her blanket at the private topless beach at an exclusive island resort contemplating her financial situation. The money needed to support her extravagant life style was just not coming in anymore. She had to figure something out to obtain some quick cash. Maybe a walk along the beach would help clear her mind and provide a solution. As she strolled along the exclusive beach, she couldn't believe her eyes. Sarah Jessica Parker sunbathing topless with her husband Mathew Broderick. Broderick and Sam had been lovers years ago during her London page 3 tabloid days. This could be the answer to her financial crisis. Sarah was loaded. She would somehow manipulate Sarah into a fight for cash. Sara and Sam were about the same age and size. Sam 5'1 sara 5'3, but Sam was confident in her fighting abilities having been involved in many arranged catfights in her younger days in England. Fox walked confidently up to the couple with her tits shaking and bouncing. Completely ignoring Sara, Sam said, "Hello Mathew baby, do you miss me and these huge tits." Broderick was speechless but Sara sprung to her feet saying, " What the fuck are you doing you slutty English bitch." Sam quickly replied, " Maybe I want to fuck your husband, AGAIN, looks like he needs a woman with real tits, not those little highschool bobbies of yours." Sara had heard enough, this British whore was challenging her for her husband. " I should kick your fat ass right now and rip those cow tits off of you." Mathew remained silent as the girls exchanged insults. He would love to see his wife fight it out with his old lover. Sam was manipulating Sara just as she had planned. " Look bitch, we are going to fight, but lets make it interesting, Sam said. "What do you have in mind skank, replied Sara. "How about a little wager? How does 200,000 sound." We each write a check for 200,000 grand, we fight to the finish tonight right here on the beach, no rules, winner takes all." Sara agreed, grabbed her beach bag and headed back to her villa." See you tonight whore", said sara. I'll be waiting, replied Sam, and don't forget to bring the check. Broderick had a sly smile, this is going to be great. FIGHT STORY TO FOLLOW.
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News of the upcoming fight spread rapidly throughout the resort. Like it or not, the girls will be fighting in front of the other guests at the resort. Nobody wanted to miss this. As fight time approached, the resort guests began to arrive at the beach. Some even brought beach chairs to watch the battle. Sara and Mathew arrived first and walked toward the ocean. Sara wore a blue one piece with her hair up. Her husband was giving her advice on how to fight Samanta. " Go for those big tits of hers, scratch, punch and claw the shit out of them. " Samanta arrived at the fight site also dressed in a blue one piece, her hair was down. When both fighters were ready, the girls walked toward each other ready to fight it out. The crowd seemed to be on the side of Sara as they yelled encouragement to her as she prepared for battle. Sam spoke first, as she handed her$200,000 check to one of the spectators, I'm going to rip you apart cxnt." Sara handed her check over and replied by spitting in Sam's face. The girls took a couple of steps back, took a deep breath and began to cautiously circle each other. The crowd urged them to mix it up. Sara let out a scream and charged Sam. They started to throw wild punches at each other, grabbed each other and fell to the sand. Sara, remembering what her husband had told her tore at Sam's bathing suit ripping it down to the waist. she then began a vicious attack on Sam's huge breasts. Sam was groaning in pain from this attack but responded with a series of punches to sara's head which really hurt Parker. Sam then ripped sara's suit down to the waist exposing her tits. They rolled around in the sand punching and clawing at each others face , breasts, shoulders etc. This fight was getting brutal,. Both girls were already sporting swollen eyes that surely will become discolored shortly but they battled on. The fight took the girls close to the waters edge. The fighters were locked up in a stalemate of sorts, neither could gain an advantage. They separated , got to their feet, both breathing heavily as their chests were expanding and contracting with each gasp as they struggled to catch their respective breath. Fox walked into the water, about knee deep, and challenged Parker to do the same. "Come on bitch, lets finish it in the water, I'll drown your ass.", declared Fox. We'll see who drowns who bitch as sara met her in the knee deep water. The crowd rushed to the waters edge to witness the end of the fight. The fighters tore at each other as they fell together into the water, each trying to hold her opponents head under water. They really were trying to drown the other. This was getting dangerous. Sam was getting the best of the water fight holding sara under for extended periods of time. Broderick. fearing for his wives safety, rushed in and pulled the fighters apart with the help of a few other men. The girls were pulled apart, both still wanting to go at each other. Though Sam looked like she had gotten the worse of the fight
, she was declared the winner when Mathew would not let sara continue. Sara declared that she would fight to the death, but her husband drug her away. Sam, grabbed the checks and returned to her room to nurse her wounds, thinking it was a lot easier to make money years ago.
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hope you enjoyed the story.
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What happened to short stories taking up a single post?
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Great story al! Great job everyone! This thread is awesome!
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Scarlett Johansson came into this confrontation with a simple and seemingly fool-proof game plan; tackle the skinny bitch and drop her tits on her face until the brunette's struggles ceased, then have her arms raised in victory. Simple.
Things couldn't have gone more wrong for the blonde, every offensive attack was effortlessly countered by her foe; Johansson dove at her rival's thighs in a take-down attempt only to have the brunette side step out of the way and smack Scarlett on the back of her head on her way past. Her foe easily ducked under, dodged or blocked all of Johansson's punches, kicks, elbows and knees until the blonde was a sweaty and gasping mess, breathing and sweating heavily while her more nimble opponent seemed fresh, bouncing on her feet as she mocked the blonde. "Just because you portray an 'Avenger' doesn't mean you are an Avenger. They have these things called gyms nowadays, you might want to visit one in the future, fatty."
Being insulted like that gave the blonde a much needed shot of rage induced adrenaline and with a fire burning in her eyes, Scarlett rose up and with a quickness she didn't know she had, the blonde threw her fist, with her entire body weight behind it, into her foe's chin.
Once again, she was too slow and the brunette moved her head out of the way at the last moment and countered by driving her knee into Johansson's soft belly. A defeated cry of anguish escaped Scarlett's lips as she collapsed chest first to the floor. An instant later she found her cheeks being squeezed in between Megan Fox's thighs, her mouth and nose pressed firmly into the brunette's crotch. She struggled and shook in Megan's grasp, but was far too exhausted to put up much of a fight, and when her wrists were grasped and held by her foe, she knew it was over. Ninety seconds later and the blonde was unconscious, her last breaths tainted by the scent of a triumphant Megan Fox.
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sarah with her husband before the fight
It would be a good fight for a few minutes, but then Samantha would eat her alive.
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Samanta Fox sat on her blanket at the private topless beach at an exclusive island resort contemplating her financial situation. The money needed to support her extravagant life style was just not coming in anymore. She had to figure something out to obtain some quick cash. Maybe a walk along the beach would help clear her mind and provide a solution. As she strolled along the exclusive beach, she couldn't believe her eyes. Sarah Jessica Parker sunbathing topless with her husband Mathew Broderick. Broderick and Sam had been lovers years ago during her London page 3 tabloid days. This could be the answer to her financial crisis. Sarah was loaded. She would somehow manipulate Sarah into a fight for cash. Sara and Sam were about the same age and size. Sam 5'1 sara 5'3, but Sam was confident in her fighting abilities having been involved in many arranged catfights in her younger days in England. Fox walked confidently up to the couple with her tits shaking and bouncing. Completely ignoring Sara, Sam said, "Hello Mathew baby, do you miss me and these huge tits." Broderick was speechless but Sara sprung to her feet saying, " What the fuck are you doing you slutty English bitch." Sam quickly replied, " Maybe I want to fuck your husband, AGAIN, looks like he needs a woman with real tits, not those little highschool bobbies of yours." Sara had heard enough, this British whore was challenging her for her husband. " I should kick your fat ass right now and rip those cow tits off of you." Mathew remained silent as the girls exchanged insults. He would love to see his wife fight it out with his old lover. Sam was manipulating Sara just as she had planned. " Look bitch, we are going to fight, but lets make it interesting, Sam said. "What do you have in mind skank, replied Sara. "How about a little wager? How does 200,000 sound." We each write a check for 200,000 grand, we fight to the finish tonight right here on the beach, no rules, winner takes all." Sara agreed, grabbed her beach bag and headed back to her villa." See you tonight whore", said sara. I'll be waiting, replied Sam, and don't forget to bring the check. Broderick had a sly smile, this is going to be great. FIGHT STORY TO FOLLOW.
HOT scenario.
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hope you enjoyed the story.
Would love to see a sequal where it is just the girls and the husband. You wrote a great little story.
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Having been roughed up repeatedly in their relatively brief tussle Gwyneth Paltrow was a disheveled mess as she struggled to pick herself up off the floor all the while being taunted by a cocky Hayden Panettiere. "Is that all you got you uncoordinated bimbo" Hayden sneered as Gwyneth stood before her fighting back tears . Despite her superior height and reach the tall lanky blonde was outclassed athletically by Hayden who was quick,compact,powerful and very capable of handling herself in a physical confrontation. With Gwyneth back to her feet Hayden could smell blood in the water and dropping her fists she chided "C'mon hit me". Her long slender arms hanging limply at her side and seemingly resigned to her fate Gwyneth meekly shook her head "no". Finally after more prodding by Hayden, the tall slender blonde summoned the energy and courage to throw an exceedingly weak, uncoordinated attempt at a haymaker which Hayden easily ducked and in turn drove a popwerful jab into Gwyneth's exposed midsection. Letting out a high pitched groan the tall blondes long legs almost immediately buckled and she hit the floor with a thud. With a cocky grin Hayden grabbed her phone and placing her foot on her fallen victim snapped a photo and quipped BEST SELFIE EVER!
Everything about this is spot on. Well done.
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Ready for some more ariel winter or maybe hunter King
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Vanessa Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere
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As in their previous encounters, Vanessa and Hayden were simply too evenly matched for either one to dominate the fight, and this battle was no exception. The advantage see-sawed back and forth between them, resulting in a veritable stalemate. It is only now, as both beauties are pushed to the furthest limits of their endurance, their lithe bodies wracked with pain and exhaustion, their skin soaked with sweat, that victory will come for one, as she manages to last just a little bit longer than her hated nemesis.
The two combatants rolled back and forth across the carpeted floor of the mansion, until somehow they managed to be side-by-side, but head to toe. The same thought seemed to come to both of them simultaneously, and while each grabbed a leg of the other, they both used their free legs to press their foot against the throat of the other. And so the unusual tableau played out, Panettiere and Hudgens gasping and coughing for air as each pressed the sole of her foot against the windpipe of the other, choking her. As both were too physically spent for anything else, it rapidly became clear that this was the endgame, and one would soon emerge victorious.
Or, potentially, they would knock each other out, resulting in no winner at all. Their wheezings for breath grew more pathetic, their bodies trembled, and their eyes first grew glazed, then began to slowly roll up as they struggled to remain conscious. The elite spectators reconciled themselves to the very real possibility that these two magnificent creatures would fight to a draw...and quite possibly within moments.
But then, fate took a hand: Hayden's leg spasmed wildly, and combined with how slick with sweat Vanessa's skin was, the blonde's foot slid off of her rival's throat. And try as she might, Panettiere was too spent and weak to lift her foot back up against the brunette's neck. Hudgens gulped in precious air as her senses began to return to her, and realizing her sudden advantage, she pressed her sole even harder against her adversary's windpipe. Very quickly, Hayden's body went limp and her eyes fluttered shut as she was driven to unconsciousness and defeat.
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I love this last story!!
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Miley & Tish Cyrus vs Lindsay & Dina Lohan
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Groaning, Lindsay lay on her back, hands clutching her forehead as she rocked back and forth, trying to snap out of the daze she was in, courtesy of a trio of kneelifts to her skull from Miley. With the daughter momentarily out of action, that freed up the younger Cyrus to assist her mother against the other mom.
In the early stages of the Mothers/Daughters brawl, the Lohans had come on strong, putting the Cyrus women on the defensive. Dina in particular had relished torturing Tish. But now that the Southern scrappers had the upper hand, they intended to pay their adversaries back in kind. Thus, Dina now found herself double-teamed: Tish sat on her upper back, draping Lohan's arms over her knees and yanking her head up (not with hands cupped under the chin, but by the more agonizing method of grabbing the hair on either side of Dina's head close to the roots) to apply a camel clutch. Now Miley joined her, sitting on the strawberry blonde's lower back and grabbing her ankles, yanking her legs backward. Dina shrieked in torment as her spine was bent mercilessly, tears streaming down her face, streaking her eyeliner.
It was at this point that Lindsay had stirred herself enough to climb to all fours and, wincing with pain, crawl toward the trio in an effort to save her mother. "You good, mama?" Miley asked. "I've got this bitch," Tish replied. "Go take care of her slutty hellspawn." Miley released Dina's legs and stood up, strutting over toward Lindsay, then delivering a kick to the blonde's head that flipped her over onto her back. A kneedrop to the crotch took the last of Lindsay's fire from her, and she offered no resistance as Cyrus rolled her onto her belly, sat upon her back, and pulled her legs back as she had been doing to her mother.
"Betcha I can make her submit first," she says with a smile to her mom. "You're on, child. Watch and learn!" responded Tish.
Both Cyrus women pulled cruelly on their rivals, each determined to make her victim surrender. Finally, Dina sobs out, "STOP! I GIVE UP!" Having been beaten to gaining the victory, Miley pretends annoyance and growls to her mom, "I hate you." Then she gives Lindsay's legs one last tug before releasing them, and tells her opponent, "Your stubborness cost me the bet. I'll remember that next time, and you'll pay for it."
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OK!!! Finally, after all these months of "finishing" people, we AT LAST have the "makings" of a classic of the genre.
Two generations...mom's and daughters! (Who wouldn't want to sit ringside in person to see THAT drama played out!?)
So, my challenge, is for everyone to write a "Lohans' vs Cyrus'" tag team story. The winning entry will.... OK, basically, all you'll get is a lot of praise on this board....but why wouldn't you want to get them props!!!
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Other Celeb Mom and Daughters that want in on the action.
1. Demi Moore and Rumer Willis
2. Lisa Bonet and Zoe Kavitz
3. Melanie Griffith and Dakota Johnson
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I like the way you people think. ;)
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How about some more with Anna Kendrick? She makes a terrific jobber.
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Christina Ricci (35yo, 5'1, 112lb)
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Winona grits her teeth as her slim arm strains violently as she is locked in an armwrestling match with her Mermaids "sister" Christina Ricci. Christina just
smiles toying with Winona's slender arm before ramming it down hard onto the wooden table. Winona's bony wrist knocks loud onto the wood.
"Hey, bitch, that hurt!", exclaims Winona slapping Christina hard across her face.
"You will suffer for that, twig," hisses Christina who still holds on to Winona's hand and violently bends Winona's wrist.
Winona yells out has her her wrist burns like fire, unable to jank her hand free from Christina's vicelike grip. Christina smiles and stands slowly up, with her
forearm rippling with lean hard muscle the smaller actress twists Winona's hand and arm brutally.
"Gawd, stop!" yells Winona with her burning wrist, arm and shoulder meekly twitching.
"Had no spinach like...ever?" giggles Christina, moves around the table and rams Winona's arm into a pianful hammerlock up Winona's small back.
Winona tries to resist but only moans out in pain as Christina subdues her by forcing her hand up her spine. Christina easily controls Winona by her hammerlocked arm,
inflicting pain when needed. With her free hand Christina grabs Winona's white t-shirt by the neck and violently rips it to shards, baring Winona's soft upper body.
"How nice of you not to wear a bra," giggles Christina and her hand takes hold of Winona big soft udder.
"Noooooooooooo," yells Winona as Christina crushes her sensitive boob, kicking and squirming at her younger, smaller opponent.
Christina struggles to keep Winona under control, finally tripping Winona's feet and making her fall forward while she keeps onto her back. Winona falls onto the
soft carpet but grunts as Christina lands on top of her back. Winona squirms and kicks frantically but is unable to get Christina off her back. Christina drives
her sharp elbow hard into Winona's spine. With her opponent stunned Christina gets hold of Winona wrists and janks them back. Winona grunts as her slim arms get
twisted hard, her legs flapping uselessly around. Christina brings her legs around and presses her knees against Winona's outward facing elbows.
"Arrrgghhhhhhhhhhh, let me go, you stupid little....," wails Winona in pain.
"Beg nicely, Winona," giggles Christa pressing her legs in short bursts against Winona's elbows, bending them the wrong way and enjoying Winona's cute little
yelps.
"I will so hurt you as soon as I get out of this," wails Winona meekly squirming.
"You will beg, weakling," hisses Christina and increases the pressure on Winona's elbows while wrenching Winona's wrists,"or I will break your arms!"
Winona yells in pain, her head lolling from side to side.
"I will never beg to you!" cries Winona out in anger and pain, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Too bad," replies Christina icely while flexing her leg adductor muscles.
Winona shrieks as her elbows are badly bent the wrong way. Christina leaned back a little to put on more pressure and suddenly hears the cracking of bones as her
legs move inward, Winona's elbows joints shattered. Winona gurgles out one last time before passing out from the pain...
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Lindsay & Dina Lohan vs Miley & Tish Cyrus
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For this rematch, the Lohans had made a demand: Rather than the typical two-on-two brawl, this match would begin with Dina and Tish fighting alone. When one finally vanquished the other, the daughters would be brought in, and it would be a two-versus-one battle. Having beaten the Lohans in their first encounter, the Cyrus ladies were confident of repeating their victory, and they agreed to the stipulation.
It proved to be a disastrous mistake for the Tennesseans. After a tremendous brawl, Dina steadily overcame Tish, and eventually had her opponent at her mercy. Unfortunately for Cyrus, her rival wasn't feeling very merciful. The end came as Dina had Tish on her back and laid down upon her opponent, her body turned head to foot to her foe's. Lohan then clamped her thighs around her victim's head, crossing her ankles, and showing Cyrus what it felt like to be crushed by a pair of legs that used to dance for the Rockettes. That alone could have been enough to finish the woman off, but Dina added to Tish's torment by applying a clawhold to her adversary's groin, her stiletto-like fingers kneading agonizingly into Tish's womanhood. Cyrus howling in pain, tears filling her eyes. From her seat at one end of the room, Miley was white-knuckling the armrests, and biting her bottom lip, wanting desperately to rush in to aid her mother, but knowing that to do so would not only cost them the match, but would get them both banned from the fight league. From her similar vantage point across the large room, Lindsay sat with a Chershire grin, most pleased with her own mom's impending success.
Unable to withstand the torment any longer, Tish blubbered, "No more...I give up...I give up...please...!" Unfortunately for her, Dina merely smiled and said, "'Please' isn't in my vocabulary, sweetheart. We don't take submissions here...this is strictly to a knockout!" "Noooooooooo!" Cyrus mewled, but there was nothing she could do. Thankfully for her, unconsciousness came swiftly.
Miley bolted from her seat and charged at full-speed toward Dina, tackling her before the older combatant knew what was happening. The younger Cyrus hoped that if she could take out the mother quickly, she would then only have to deal with the daughter, and having beaten Lindsay once already, she felt the odds were good she could do so again.
She did manage to bring Dina down, but she hadn't reckoned on Lindsay's own speed, and the younger Lohan was upon her before Miley could get up off of the elder. Dina still had enough wits about her to grab at Miley to hold her down, while Lindsay went to work stomping away at the Southern girl, her foot slamming again and again into her head and body, knocking the wind from Cyrus and leaving her glassy-eyed. From that point on, Miley was little more than a chew toy for the Lohan bitches, as they worked together to batter, twist and torture the girl, until Cyrus was reduced to a quivering, sobbing wreck on the carpeted floor.
Dragging the semi-conscious Tish alongside her daughter, the victorious Lohans pinned them down and breast smothered them both into total defeat.
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There was always bad blood between Mel Griffin and Madonna, in fact they had fought years ago in an arranged boxing match in which Mel knocked Madonna out, so when their paths crossed at a charity event Mel was quite comfortable with throwing some catty remarks at Madonna. " If it isn't the queen of the sluts herself, my daughter Dakota has told me that your little girl is following in her mothers footsteps. Like mother like daughter." Madonna was outraged, " Why you fat ugly bitch, I should rip you apart." Mel calmly replied, "you tried that once and I destroyed you, do you want another ass kicking, whore?" Madonna answered Griffin with a slap to the face. Mel took a step back and said, " OK cxnt, tomorrow, have your publicist call mine to set it up. Madonna replied, "your on, one condition, after we fight our daughters go at it, I'm sure Lourds will want to kick skinny Dakota's ass after I tell her what she said about her." We'll be there, replied Griffin. "
Mel and Dakota arrived first at the fight site ready to take on their rivals. Madonna and Lourds arrived, and the mothers and daughters engaged in an intense stare down, each trying to intimidate the other. Madonna and Griffin stepped into the fight space, with their daughters nervously watching. They would be next. Mel put up her fists, " No girlie hair pulling shit, lets fight bare knuckles bitch, leave the girly stuff to our daughters." Madonna put up her dukes and agreed, which was a big mistake. Griffin unleashed a vicious attack landing punch after punch to the helpless blonde. A thundering right to the face split Madonna's lip wide open knocking her to the floor. She was finished. The fight only lasted about 2 minutes.
Griffin, who didn't even work up a sweat said, "OK Dakota do the same to the whore daughter." The confident Dakota stepped into the arena, Lourds was scared but had no choice but to fight. What did her mother get her into. From the start it was apparent that Lourds was completely overmatched. Dakota threw her to the ground and just started to pound away at the 19 year old. This fight was over just as quickly as the mother fight. Madonna and Lourds had both taken a beating without even landing a single punch to their opponents.
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enjoy
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I posted another story in celebrity fights. thought it might be a bit to long for this thread, but it does have a mother-daughter theme to it.
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Lia Marie Johnson vs Ariel Winter
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After a grueling brawl that had largely been a stalemate thus far, the two teen tyros were running on fumes. Balling her right fist, Ariel throughs a wild punch aimed at her opponent's face, but Lia manages to duck under it. The momentum causes the brunette to spin a full 180° around, and Johnson seizes upon her sudden opportunity. Slipping her arms under Winter's and wrapping her arms around her torso, Lia clamps a reverse bearhug across Ariel's 34D breasts, the blonde's own 34B's pressed hard against her rival's back. Pouring all of her remaining strength into her arms, Johnson squeezes the brunette in her python-like embrace. To Ariel's chagrin, she finds her own breasts being smashed into her lungs, making it all the harder to draw breath.
Ariel pants and whines as she is squeezed by Lia, sweat dripping off of both of their curvaceous bodies. Soon enough, her victim becomes dead weight for Johnson, and her legs tremble to stay upright. So, she decides to suddenly drop to the floor, still keeping her 'boulder holder' bearhug tightly in place. If Winter hoped she could now find some way to pry herself free, she was frustrated as the blonde cannily uses her own legs to grapevine those of her opponent, spreading the hapless brunette's legs wide, preventing her from using them to try and shift leverage in her favor.
Her glazed eyes now starting to roll in their sockets, it becomes clear to the spectators that Ariel doesn't have much fight left in her. Then again, Lia's arms are going numb, and she's uncertain just how much longer she can keep her hold on. Thus, the blonde makes the strategic choice to release her hold, and go for broke in another, less physically demanding way.
Winter takes in deep gulps of precious breath once she is freed of the bearhug, her chest heaving as she fills her lungs. But before she can rally herself, Lia shoves the brunette onto her back and sits straddling her belly. Johnson then takes one strap of her body-hugging one-piece bathing suit and slides it down her shoulder, then does the same with the other strap, thus allowing her to pull the top of her suit down, freeing her breasts. Ariel's eyes go wide with panic, and in a voice that is half anger and half fear, she gasps, "Don't you dare!" But the next sound she makes is a muffled MMMMFFFFFFFFF, as Lia presses her tits down upon the face of her rival, smothering her. The brunette squirms frantically beneath her tormentor, but lacks the power to throw her off. And it isn't long before Ariel ceases to move altogether, as she is driven into slumber.
Wearily, Lia sits up and pulls her straps back up, covering her breasts once again (to the disappointment of many in the audience). She then struggles up to her feet, panting hard for breath, and plants a foot triumphantly upon the chest of her fallen foe.
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I see you did a Dakota Blue Richards story. How about one for Dakota Fanning? Thanks...
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I'm open to suggestions, folks. Any thoughts? ;)
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Letizia of Spain vs Kate Middleton.
Erika Eleniak vs Pamela Anderson.
Natalia Sánchez (young celeb from Spain) vs Kristen Stewart or Emma Watson.
Denise Richards vs Teri Hatcher.
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Swift vs Momsen for their rivalry
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how about having Kiana Tom Give Britney Spears(aka Shitney Beers) a Steel Cage Beatdown? Dan
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just a thought: how about eight girl single elimination tournaments. The girls could be set up in different ways- age- profession- etc whatever the author likes. I know that it would require the writer to write 7 matches to determine the winner, but if someone is willing to do it. great.
Example:- singers- Lady Gaga- Britany Spears- Katy Perry- Taylor Swift- Fergie- Juliana Hough- Kelly Clarkson- Carrie Undefwood
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emmanuelle chriqui vs Nina dobrev
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just a thought: how about eight girl single elimination tournaments. The girls could be set up in different ways- age- profession- etc whatever the author likes. I know that it would require the writer to write 7 matches to determine the winner, but if someone is willing to do it. great.
Example:- singers- Lady Gaga- Britany Spears- Katy Perry- Taylor Swift- Fergie- Juliana Hough- Kelly Clarkson- Carrie Undefwood
Those tournaments often die for lack of interest on the part of the WRITER after doing 3-4 matches. (They usually complain nobody even says "thanks".
MY suggestion is that anyone who wants to run one of these do a few things to help out:
1) Post the idea and see how many good suggestions you get for (example: singers, blond actresses, brunette dancers, whatever)
2) invite any interested writers to volunteer, but tell them they only have to write ONE fight each round (whichever fight either draws the MOST VOTES - indicating interest; or is CLOSEST - indicating divided opinion.
3) take the top 8, 12 or 16 names from each category and make up some kind of a poll for the first round matches; then when you get results, 2nd rd and finally 3rd round (with 12, have a "play-in" round with 8 lowest to get a 2nd rd of 8; 3rd rd of 4 and 4th rd final).
4) that means the most fights any writer MUST do is 4 (over a couple of months).
I'D have the writer involved in choosing the contestants too, to keep him/her interested (and set a max size for the story so it's not too much to bite off...maybe get longer as it goes on... or possibly shorter?) NEGOTIABLE
those are a few suggestions I offer for FREE...so at least you're getting your money's worth!
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emmanuelle chriqui vs Nina dobrev
That would be an awesome match up! Neither of them get a lot love on this site.
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Hey All,
Been meaning to do this, as I wanted to give an update on things. As some may note I've haven't posted in some time, and I want to apologize for this. Things in my life have been quite busy and its been tough for me to get stories done.
Just wanted let those following my posts (and the clear storyline behind a few of them) that I do plan to conclude the storyline once things get less cluttered for me. Dont know when that'll be, but hopefully the end of the month the latest.
Glad to see that this thread is going strong, and I want to say great job to Jackflash and everyone who's has posted.
Till then, keep on writing folks.
AK
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madonna and daugther lourdes vs courtney love and daughter frances bean
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GREAT IDEA!!!!!!!!!!
Zoe Kravitz vs. Karen Gillan
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It had been a painfully easy fight for singer/actress Zoe. During this bikini no-holds-barred match, she had taken maybe two or three glancing blows from her opponent in its 5 min. duration. Speaking of her opponent, Karen was literally on the ropes of the regulation-size boxing ring they were battling in, arms hanging around the top ones, propping up her svelte, pale body. It was quite a contrast: the fists and feet of a half-black, half-Jewish woman assailing the porcelain flesh of a white, British ginger. Zoe didn't let up as Karen struggled to stand back up straight on her own: she unleashed a devastating speed-punch combo that saw her red MMA-gloved hands hammering into the redhead's midriff at alarming speeds. *punhpunhpunhpunhpnuhpnuhpnuhpnuh*. Karen grunted and to some extent doubled over as her belly was tenderized. Zoe ended the combo with a brutal, slow and deliberate uppercut that sent Karen's chin (and bouncing tits) skyward as a fine red mist blew out of her dainty mouth. "Guhmphhh," moaned Karen as she started to slump forward again. Her opponent grabbed a handful of her beautiful red hair and pulled her to her feet, facing her. "Maybe next time you'll think twice about making fun of my past eating disorder", Zoe hissed. She jerked Karen down and slammed her right knee into her soft rack, eliciting a deep moan from her. "I mean, look at this body!" Zoe said, waving her free hand in a displaying motion. "Do these abs and legs make me look anorexic?" Karen stammered a reply: "unffff...I-I'm...ughh, I'm gonna beat y-you-"
She was swiftly cut off with a massive overhead karate chop to her forehead, making her pretty eyes roll back into her head and her tender young body spasm. She collapsed to the floor as Zoe bowed to the crowd watching the match.
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Jodie Sweetin & Abigail Breslin vs Danielle Fishel & Ariel Winter
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The incongruity of a full pro wrestling ring set up in the center of a mansion's ballroom was quickly forgotten by the savage brilliance of the tag team match that unfolded within its confines. It all began with Abigail, still smarting over her loss to Ariel, heard that the brunette was training with Danielle Fishel. That spurred the blonde to contact Jodie Sweetin, Fishel's longtime arch-nemesis, and to suggest that they team up to take on the duo.
After a tremendous back-and-forth battle between the two teams, the duo of Sweetin & Breslin (aided in no small part by healthy doses of underhanded tactics) have taken control of the fight. Dani and Ariel, both dazed, are hung up in opposite corners, their legs draped over the middle ropes, their arms hung over the top cables, their bikini halters torn away to reveal their copious bosoms. Now Jodie assumes the role of mentor, and Abigail that of avid pupil. "Sparring is an excellent workout," the older blonde tells her pupil as she balls her fists. "I particularly like working the speed bags." With that, Sweetin starts throwing punch after punch into Danielle's 36C's, and Breslin does the same to Ariel's 34D's. The hapless brunettes gasp and yowl in pain, fighting back tears as their bosoms are mercilessly hammered.
Finally, Sweetin calls a halt to the beatings...but not for any altruistic reasons. Instead, a sinister smirk on her face, she says, "You know, as a major sporting event, it seems to me that the National Anthem should have been sung before the match. Maybe our opponents can correct that oversight? I'm told they both have lovely singing voices." Breslin didn't need to be told what to do next; the two bodacious blondes each applied a clawhold to the groin of her rival, the pulsing agony to their womanhood causing both Fishel and Winter to shriek and caterwaul in anguish, their wails filling the cavernous room. Then the time came for the finale, and it was suggested by Abigail. "These two have been such good sports, I think they deserve a prize. Tell them what they've won, Jodie!"
"All-expense paid trips to Slumberland, and they'll be traveling by luxurious motorboat!" With that, the two blondes undid their own halter tops, unveiling their own impressive breasts. Grabbing the hair of their adversaries, they pulled the faces of their opposite number into their cleavage, smothering them against the sweaty flesh.
As Winter and Fishel were driven into inky unconsciousness, they could be forgiven for thinking that at the very least, their torment would soon end. Not quite....
It took several minutes, but Dani and Ariel finally stirred themselves awake...only to find themselves pulled free of the corners, but now their bellies draped over the outstretched knees of their rivals. "I owe you this, you cow uddered bitch!" Abigail sneers at Ariel, and Jodie tells Danielle, "And I'm just doing it because you know how much I love humiliating you." And with that, the victorious blondes began delivering blistering spankings to their opponents, having already divested them of their bikini bottoms. Fishel and Winter burst into tears, yelping in pain and shame with every stinging slap to their ever-reddening behinds. Finally, Abigail and Jodie finished their assaults, and shoved the quivering bodies of their foes off of their knees and onto their backs on the canvas. The triumphant team then stomped a foot down upon the battered breasts of their mewling rivals, grinding in their heels to maximize the pain, and clasped hands as their raised their arms in triumph.
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Still waiting for emmanuelle chriqui vs Nina dobrev
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Still waiting for emmanuelle chriqui vs Nina dobrev
Then write it. Or at least contribute something alongside all of your "requests".
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I would but I'm not really good at writing
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I would but I'm not really good at writing
You can't be that much worse than "some" on the board!
Besides, if you want to improve, "improve by doing" (and maybe in the process, you'll encourage someone else to write the kind of story you want to read).
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Kristen Bell vs. Melissa Rauch
Lingerie Match
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Kristen had been severely outclassed and over-matched throughout. For somebody who was just way past overconfidence to the point of pure arrogance going into the match, Kristen sure hasn't put up much of a fight. Melissa got on the offense from the opening bell and never let up. At a certain point one could sense that Melissa was even taking her time with this victory as she seemed to be enjoying herself very much. Kristen seemed to think very highly of herself prior to this match, and Melissa took visible amount of glee in bringing her back to reality the hard way.
Melissa was thinking an appropriate way to end things off. Kristen was at the point when instead of getting up and trying to fight back, she just wanted to get the hell out of there. After yet another bodyslam to her petite body, Bell struggled onto her hands and knees and tried crawling out of the ring. But Melissa was able to run over and grab Kristen's black panties and start peeling them down her legs. Kristen's squealed as she stopped crawling and tried to reach down and save her bottoms but Melissa was too quick and strong. In the struggle Kristen turned over on her back as her panties came completely off, leaving her in just a black bra, and as soon as Melissa accomplished that she then grabbed Kristen's ankles and dragged her screaming victim back to the center of the ring.
Melissa wasted no time in flipping Kristen over and locking in a devastating boston crab. She bended Kristen's body back to a shocking degree as Kristen immediately started shouting her surrender. But Melissa wasn't satisfied. She continued to contort Bell's body further backward. She then let go of one of Kristen's legs only to then bend the other one even further back in a particularly brutal single leg crab hold. Kristen was screaming like she'd never had before. Her foot was almost touching the back of her head. With one arm holding the leg back, Melissa's other hand dove right between Kristen's spread out legs and started fingering her crotch. Melissa pumped faster as Kristen's got increasingly wet even in this very painful position. The level of both pain and humiliation was off the charts for Kristen as she would eventually let out a half shriek/half moan as she climaxed all over Melissa's hand and then passed out.
Seeing that she was out cold, Melissa released the crab lock, turned the passed out Kristen over on her back and proceed to rub her soaked hands all over Kristen's face and even in her mouth. Now satisfied, Melissa would grab Kristen's black panties off the mat and take them with her as a souvenir from a very dominant performance for her and what you assume should be a very humbling performance for Kristen.
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Love the Veronica Mars/Big Bang Theory matchup and an excellent story to boot! Thanks for writing!
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Flashback 1995: Erika Eleniak vs Jenny McCarthy
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Jenny smiled and gave a cackling laugh as she tightened her chokehold, Erika's face turning deep red as she gasped and gurgled for air. After a long, bruising brawl, McCarthy knew she at last had victory within her grasp, and nothing could stop her.
But Eleniak must not have gotten that memo. In a desperate bid, she reached up and behind, grabbing tightly to her oppressor's flaxen mane. Erika then abruptly dropped down to the floor, landing on her butt, and pulling Jenny along with her; McCarthy's chin impacted sharply with the top of her opponent's head, snapping her own head back and leaving the buxom blonde stunned and moaning on the carpet.
Her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gulped in precious oxygen, Eleniak took a few moments to gather her wits, and then she crawled over to her adversary, who was starting to stir. Erika rolls Jenny onto her belly, sits upon her back, and reaches forward to grab her rival's ankles. Then, leaning back, the Baywatch bombshell executes a Boston crab...crude, but effective enough to snap McCarthy from her haze with the electric currents of pain rushing up and down her twisted spine. Jenny wails and thrashes, but is unable to break free, and soon enough she is crying our her surrender.
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Love the flashback fights from the 90's!
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Fine Erika´s fight!.
What about one from the 80´s, Kim Bassinger vs Kathlen Turner?.
Many thanks again.
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Flashback 1996: Halle Berry vs Denise Richards
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Denise dragged Halle stumbling by the hair, intent on slamming her face into the penthouse wall. Realizing her predicament, Berry desperately raked her nails across her opponent's eyes, momentarily blinding her as the blonde shrieked in pain. Grasping Denise's wrist, Halle flung her toward the wall instead, with Richards smashing chest-first into the unyielding plaster, knocking air from her lungs and leaving her stunned and gasping.
Struggling against exhaustion, Berry knows she has to finish off her adversary now, or else never. With all of her remaining strength, she scoops the blonde up and lifts her into the air with a loud grunt, then brings Richards down, slamming the small of her back across Halle's bent knee. The blonde gives an agonized groan, which quickly becomes an anguished yowl as the sepia-skinned beauty presses her hands down on her rival's thigh and chin, back-breaking her. To her credit, Denise refuses to submit despite the blinding pain, but soon enough her lush body can no longer withstand the torment, and with a flutter of her baby blue eyes, she succumbs to unconsciousness.
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Flashback 1996: Halle Berry vs Denise Richards
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Denise dragged Halle stumbling by the hair, intent on slamming her face into the penthouse wall. Realizing her predicament, Berry desperately raked her nails across her opponent's eyes, momentarily blinding her as the blonde shrieked in pain. Grasping Denise's wrist, Halle flung her toward the wall instead, with Richards smashing chest-first into the unyielding plaster, knocking air from her lungs and leaving her stunned and gasping.
Struggling against exhaustion, Berry knows she has to finish off her adversary now, or else never. With all of her remaining strength, she scoops the blonde up and lifts her into the air with a loud grunt, then brings Richards down, slamming the small of her back across Halle's bent knee. The blonde gives an agonized groan, which quickly becomes an anguished yowl as the sepia-skinned beauty presses her hands down on her rival's thigh and chin, back-breaking her. To her credit, Denise refuses to submit despite the blinding pain, but soon enough her lush body can no longer withstand the torment, and with a flutter of her baby blue eyes, she succumbs to unconsciousness.
Love this matchup!! Great story!!
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Kaley was in trouble. She had underestimated Beth in their apartment catfight. Kaley was a renowned fighter with many victories under her belt. Beth was a relative newcomer in the catfight circle with only a couple of fights and a 2 and 2 record. But tonight Beth was like an amazon woman. She took control of the fight from the opening bell. Now 5 minutes in to the battle she had ripped Kaley's bra off, and had Cuoco in a punishing chock hold that had Kaley squirming around the carpet gasping for breath. The more Kaley struggled to get free, the more pressure Behrs applied. The crowd sensing a major upset, cheered Beth on urging her to "finish her." Beth unleashed a series of punches to the face, head and breasts of Kaley. Kaley unable to defend herself, and now crying, was a beaten woman. Could this be the beginning of the end of Cuoco"s dominance in the catfight arena, and the emergence of a new force in Beth?
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Great stuff, al! :)
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Kaley Cuoco vs. Beth Behrs -
Kaley's sexy purple bra was in tatters and hanging loosely around her waist. Although the "Big Bang Theory" star had a reputation as a tough celebrity fighter, Beth had seized control of the fight early and was not letting up.
"St-stop!" Kaley mumbled as Beth pounded her firm abs until they started aching and turning to mush. "Beth - please! Stop!" she groaned.
Beth just giggled at her groggy foe and stepped back to admire her handiwork. Kaley's legs trembled and her eyes were wet with tears of pain and embarrassment.
"So you want me to stop?" Beth asked, beaming a huge smile at her. Kaley nodded weakly just as Beth wound up good and landed a pulverizing right hook that sent the topless blonde hurtling backwards. She landed with a crash and stayed down, out cold.
"There! I stopped!" Beth said with a wicked giggle.
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Alexandra Daddario vs Yvonne Strahovski
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“Oh Fuck, not again!” This was the only thought running through Alexandra Daddario’s mind at the moment as the beautiful brunette found herself in the process of another defeat. This time Yvonne Strahovski had jumped all over her from the beginning and thoroughly whipped her ass all over the green room of a popular late night talk show. What remained of her once elegant dress torn into a dozen pieces and strewn throughout the room. Even more humiliating, her bra had been plucked from her busty chest and somehow now was spinning around the room attached to one of the ceiling fan blades.
Exhausted, Alexandra was seated up against the closed and locked green room door panting when suddenly she let out an ear piercing shriek when Yvonne dug her sharp talons into Daddario’s soft breasts and used them to coax Alexandra into getting back up to her feet. “I hope you didn’t think this was over just yet.” Moving her hands off of Alexandra’s breasts, Yvonne quickly snatched her opponent’s wrists, one in each hand, and pulled them up pinning Alexandra’s arms to the door above her head.
Nothing more than a lamb to slaughter now, a teary eyed Alexandra shook her head “no”, but Yvonne meant business and was hell bent of “finishing her” on her own terms. The blonde quickly shot her right knee upward striking Alexandra in her groin causing Daddario to whimper as her body slid down the door slightly. “Look how cute you are when you cry!” Strahovski then gave Daddario one more knee before releasing the brunette’s wrists and watched as Alex fell first to her knees then flat onto her belly.
After Alex collapsed to the floor Yvonne reached upward with her right hand and pulled the brunette’s bra off of the spinning fan blade down before dropping down with both knees onto the small of Alexandra’s back and pulled Daddario’s arms backwards so she could use Daddario’s own bra to tie Alexandra’s wrists together. “Now that should make this nice and easy!”
With her opponent out of options now, Yvonne grabbed Alexandra’s left shoulder and rolled Daddario onto her back. Daddario’s large chest heaved up and down while a grinning Strahovski unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her long slender legs. Yvonne’s panties came shimmying off next until the blonde’s was naked from the waist down as a horrified Alexandra tried to wiggle away until Strahovski knelt down straddling Daddario’s head between her knees.
With a smile on her face Yvonne gave Alexandra one last taunt, “it has got to suck to be you losing in such a humiliating fashion!” The teary eyed brunette opened to her mouth to plead with Yvonne, but there was no time for that as Strahovski grabbed her foe’s hair with both hands and forced Alexandra’s face right into her exposed crotch and began wildly gyrating her hips. For a while Alexandra’s muffled screams could be heard from underneath Yvonne, but they slowly began to dissipate until they were no more, but Yvonne was not about to stop until she got what she wanted and after another minute of riding her rival’s face Yvonne climaxed covering Alexandra ‘s face.
First it was Katrina Bowden’s perfect backside that put her out, and now it was Yvonne Strahovski’s crotch that had finished off Alexandra. It is now time to wonder if Alex will ever recover from this or will she continue to suffer more and more humiliating defeats.
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Great story, surprised this is the first story with Yvonne in it.
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How about something with Mary Elizabeth Winstead? Don't see her too often.
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Confused as to how someone who is fit and trains MMA (Cuoco) is losing to a scrawny nothing (Behrs).
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Well, Leroy, it's a fantasy catfight site and we just make all this stuff up. I like to see Kaley lose so that's how my stories go. If you'd like to have her win the fight, you can write your version - which I would enjoy reading too.
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Drew and Paris agreed to settle their long standing feud in the ring. The girls have been itching to tear the other apart for years. The rules that the ladies agreed upon were unlimited 2 minute rounds until a knockout. They would box topless, and each fighter could invite 10 guests to witness the battle. Drew in black, Paris in pink had fought 7 exhausting rounds. Each had floored the other twice during the fight, but the fight looked dead even. The exhausted fighters, drenched in perspiration sat in their corner stools awaiting the bell for round 8. Drew's right eye noticeably swollen and discolored, Paris with a bloodied mouth. Their boobs were beet red and sore from the punishment they had dished out to the other. The girls barely answered the bell for round 8, neither could go much longer. They came to the center, stood toe to toe, and as if there was some type of understanding between them that this would be the final round, started to exchange punches. First Drew with a punch to Hilton's chest, then Paris with a punch to Barrymore's chest. There was no defense, dancing around or strategy involved now. They would exchange blows until one girl was finished. After 1 minute of this, the fighters grabbed each other in a clinch both struggling to stand. They literally were both out on their feet as neither could muster enough strength to throw any more punches. They continued to hold on to the other as they collapsed to the canvas. The witnesses came into the ring to help the girls to their feet. The fight was declared a draw, but both girls demanded a rematch.
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a couple of more photos
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Nina Dobrev vs Emmanuel Chirqui
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Emmanuel let out a heavy grunt as she was slammed forcefully to the penthouse floor, and she lay stunned on the plush carpeting, softly groaning. Moving intently, Nina grabbed her opponent's legs and stepped her right leg between those of the French-Canadian. She then crossed the older woman's ankles and turned herself around, which as a result flipped Chirqui over onto her belly, and locked an agonizing Scorpion Deathlock on her legs.
Snapped from her stupor by the sudden burst of pain, Emmanuel squirmed in desperation, her heavy pants for breath punctuated by chirps and squeals of agony. Trying to block out the pain to her limbs, she began to tug at her own hair, as tears filled her eyes.
"You're finished, old woman," the Bulgarian beauty sneered, knowing that victory was hers. Chirqui knew it was true, but pride kept her from submitting...for at least another seven seconds. Then, unable to withstand the punishment any longer, she bursts into tears and rasps out, "STOP! Je m'abandonne! I surrender!"
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Lovely, JackFlash! Such a good matchup, well done indeed.
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excellent job
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Awesome JJ! Nina Dobrev does not get the recognition she deserves! She super hot and a formidable fighter!
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“They hunt in packs; and select an animal, then begin to chase it doggedly, snapping at its heels until it is finally goaded into turning to face its persecutors. When it does, it is doomed for as it faces one hyena, the others lunge at its belly, sinking their teeth into the unfortunate creature and overwhelming it with sheer numbers.”
Their instructress paused the Wildlife DVD and turned to her audience. “Get the idea?” she asked her students. They all nodded. The instructress wasn't sure they really understood, not yet. It was only theory after all, but they were, on the whole, clever girls who'd figure it out on their own now they'd seen the Nat. Geo. Training video. It wasn't, after all, rocket science.
“Alright then,” she said, clapping her hands, “get out there and show me what you can do. Remember, stay in your packs. There's eight of you, that should be more than enough...”
As the youngsters raced out the door whooping and hollering, the instructress grinned, 'So young, so impressionable.”
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She checked her watch. 'Twelve minutes,' she thought, her eyebrows raising. 'Put up a better fight than I expected. Oughta congratulate her.'
On the floor, 18 y/o Ariel Winter was straddling Charlize Theron's chest; her big breasts pressed over the face of the Oscar-winning actress, smothering her. At her left, Jenna Coleman was laying on Theron's right arm, pinning it to the floor. On her right, Sarah Hyland was sitting on her left arm, holding it up between her thighs, wrist bent painfully back in a compliance hold.
Behind Ariel, a trio of young 'hyenas', Hayden Panettiere, Demi Lovato and Ariana Grande after a struggle, had control of Theron's powerfully long legs. Hayden's arms wrapped around the blondes' left thigh, her leg bent; Demi's Anaconda Wrap of her right leg had pulled and stretched it wide, opening up a space between for Grande to dive on her exposed groin for the 'finisher', her Claw hold.
After only a few seconds of squirming and squealing resistance, the 40 y/o actress had screamed her submission, over and over and over, until Ariana finally relented. From there, Jenna Coleman, Vanessa Hudgens, Anna Kendrick, and Christina Ricci had done the easy part, stripping the proud and haughty blond of whatever remained of her workout attire after the uneven 8:1 struggle.
As Charlize lost consciousness and succumbed to Ariel's impressively supple young cleavage, a powerfully built young blonde emerged from the dressing room and walked over to congratulate her pupils.
“You've done well, my young hyenas,” she chuckled. “Hit the showers. I'll be along shortly to give each of you my 'personal' thanks.” As they scampered away like the children they were at heart, the instructress knelt and ran her hands slowly over Theron's bare body, touching her intimately and sighing happily at the sensation it gave her...deep inside.
“Oh, Charlie,” she sighed as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “I told you to 'hang it up'; warned you're too old for this game any longer. But you refused to listen. I even begged and you just laughed and dismissed me as if I were a child. Well, darling, see what the children can do? When you wake up, get out before it's too late!”
Then Jennifer Lawrence stood up and went to give her students their reward.
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When Charlize awoke, she looked around and groaned. Sitting up, she blinked, her eyes slowly coming into focus.
“Wha...?” she began, then stopped and struggled to get her oxygen-deprived brain to form the words.
“Yeah,” Lawrence said from her seat against the wall. “I found you there a few minutes ago. Figured I'd wait and see if you came to on your own. What happened?”
“A bunch of young thugs,” she groaned as she tried to sit up. “I know who a couple of them were. I'll get them one of these days.”
JLaw shook her head. “You still don't get it, do you?” she asked. “These kids today aren't willing to wait around another ten, fifteen, twenty, years for you and the rest of the 'old crones' to retire. They're going to push you out...one way or another. This was your first, and only warning. Get out or get got!”
Lawrence stood up, walked over and BANG punched Charlize in the jaw. As the old superstar slumped down onto her back, Jennifer Lawrence walked away shaking her head sadly. “Don't say you weren't warned, you stupid old....”
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Magnificent, my dear.
Of course, it takes a platoon of them to take down the mighty Theron. ;)
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Kate Hudson vs Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Panting hard, her supple body glistening with perspiration, Jennifer leaned against the wall of the penthouse, desperate to catch her breath and get her second wind before her opponent could do likewise. Unfortunately for Hewitt, Kate proved to have the edge in stamina, and before the brunette could even react, the blonde grabbed her by her matted chestnut mane and slammed Jen's forehead into the wall. Eyes glazed and knees knocking, Hewitt offered no resistance as Hudson dragged her stumbling by the hair to the center of the large room.
There, the smirking Kate stepped behind her adversary, brushing some errant strands of her flaxen mane away from her face. She then took firm hold of the two straps of Hewitt's black bikini halter, and lifted her right leg so as to plant the sole of her foot between the brunette's shoulder blades. She then began to pull the straps...hard.
Jen moaned in pain as the fabric was tugged taut, her own bra tightening around her breasts, mauling them. She found it hard to catch her breath, and she slowly began to sink to her knees, hands clutching in futility at the garment that now tortured her. Spectators began to note the seams of her bra starting to slowly pull apart.
Now Hewitt was gasping heavily for breath, eyes shut tight as she whimpered from the pain, head lolling back and forth. And then with the sudden sound of shredding fabric, her top was torn apart, and the brunette flopped face-first into the plush carpeting.
Twirling the tattered garment around her ringer as she smugly circled her prey with a shark's smile, Kate pondered her next move. With a sobbing groan, Hewitt slowly rolled over onto her back, and the blonde recognized her target of opportunity. She leapt up into the air, and brought her thigh crashing down across Jennifer's throbbing breasts. The impact ripped a shriek of anguish from the brunette's throat, and then she lay still, driven into semi-consciousness by the battering she had taken. Flush with triumph, Hudson jumped up to her feet, gave her beaten rival's left breast a cruel and wholly unnecessary little kick, and then strutted over to a leather winged-back chair and took the proffered glass of champaign, reveling in her victory.
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Sarah Hyland vs Ariana Grande
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It had proven to be an absolute stalemate, as the two petite predators were simply too evenly matched for either to hold the upper hand for long. Both Hyland and Grande had pushed themselves to the edge of exhaustion, and in their frustration they both grew more determined that ever to beat the other.
Like a savage wildcat, Ariana leapt onto her rival's back, wrapping her tawny legs around Sarah's waist, while her left arm snaked across her throat in a chokehold, and her right hand covered Hyland's eyes. Grande knew what she was doing; in the midst of heated battle, suddenly being robbed of the sense of sight can put the victim in a state of panic. And so it was with Hyland, as she squealed in hysteria, frantically veering to and fro across the carpeted floor, utterly confused as to how to free herself from this predicament. But as it turned out, such careening was its own saving grace, as the sightless beauty tumbled against the arm of a sofa, sending both her and her tormentor falling to the side. Unfortunately for Ariana, the result was her head cracking against the wall. She slumped to the floor with a moan, dazed.
Gathering her wits as best she could, Sarah seized her foe by her mane and dragged her stumbling to the center of the room. There, with a grunt from the strain, she pulled Grande across her shoulders, lifting her up in the air. Hyland then began to twirl around and around in an airplane spin, and it was Ariana's turn to wail in a senses-robbing panic.
Finally, Sarah dumped her unwilling cargo to the floor, but she had overplayed her hand, and now she stumbled drunkenly, nearly as dizzy as her opponent. With gravity exerting such a powerful pull on her, Hyland decided to put it to work for her, and she let her body drop heavily upon that of Ariana, producing a pained grunt from Grande. With the last of her ebbing power, she got up to her knees and pressed her bikini panties-covered crotch to Ariana's mouth and nose, smothering her. Grande squirmed frantically, but lacked the strength to power free, and thus it was only a matter of time before she was driven into semi-conscious defeat.
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Almost every time I come back to this thread it has a new story ... Or two on it and they never disappoint! You guys are great!
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I would just like to say that, vis-a-vis the Kate Hudson and Jennifer Love Hewitt story, having Kate defeat Jennifer by crushing her boobies with her own bra was a stroke of genius. ::)
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Just thought of a match up ... Jackie from That 70s Show vs Kelly from Married With Children
Young Mila Kunis vs Young Christina Applegate
Thoughts?
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Young Christina Applegate had kicked Ass from young Mila Kunis by such hefty Hairpulling trow the Room.
A real wild Catfight with Milla Jovovich was the greatest Challenge for sexy Christina Applegate then, both had rolling down the floor with tousled Hairpulling and intertwined Legs.
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Abby (How I Met Your Mother) vs Max (2 Broke Girls)
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(Note: Abby, played by Britney Spears, appeared in several episodes of HIMYM)
Max had been so focused on her feud with LA's Penny, she had been neglecting her own back yard, New York City. As a result, she now found her usurped as Manhattan's most popular apartment wrestler by a relative newcomer, Abby. The blonde was not as skilled a grappler as most of the women on the circuit, and with her bubbly, even naive personality, she seemed like little more than a lamb to the slaughter. But all of that radically changed once her matches began, and she became a savage wildcat, overwhelming opponent after opponent. It was inevitable that she and Max would meet in battle, as the brunette sought to reclaim her crown as the Queen of NYC.
But Abby wasn't about to let her. True to form, the blonde fought like a jungle cat. Max held her own for much of the brawl, but soon the newcomer proved herself too much for the buxom brunette. The fight ended with Max flat on her stomach, Abby sitting on her back; the blonde had her left arm snaked across the throat of her rival, jerking her head up and back as she choked her, while her right hand reached around and mauled the brunette's bare breast. Tears streaked down Max's flushed cheeks, but she refused to submit. No matter, she was driven into semi-consciousness soon enough.
Rising up, the victorious Abby kicked the limp body of her defeated adversary over, then planted a foot upon the moaning Max's breasts and flexed her arms in a pose of triumph.
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Very nicely written.
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The drunken crowd at the beach party wanted to see a catfight. The men were eyeing up two hot looking women, Tulisa Contostavolas, in a black bikini, and Katie Cleary, in a blue bikini. Both girls had been drinking and were parading around strutting their stuff. The crowd began to urge the two to fight and started to form a tight circle between them. The girls knew what the crowd wanted, and exchanged a few catty remarks. "Do you want to scrap bitch," Katie asked. "I'll rip you apart whore, " was Tulisa's replied. The girls came together and locked up in a fingerlock test of strength. The girls went to their knees each now intent on ripping their rivals top off. Now topless, the two fighters separated and grabbed each others hair. They fell to the ground rolling around until Tulisa managed to apply a scissors to Katie. Tulisa continued to apply pressure with her powerful thighs until the groaning tiring Katie could no longer take it and submitted. Tulisa strutted around soaking up the cheers of the crowd. "I'm top bitch here you useless slut, don't ever challenge me again or you'll get a lot worse." Katie could do nothing but lay in the sand sobbing.
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Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin
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Ariel gasped and wheezed for air, her eyes wide with fear, as Abigail tightened her bearhug from behind, her arms locked firmly over the brunette's breasts. Chin resting on Ariel's shoulder, Breslin smiled and gave a sinister little cackle, pleased with herself for taking her rival's assets and using them against her. The vise lock forced Winter's mammaries to press against her lungs, making it harder and harder to draw breath. Ariel's head began to swim from oxygen deprivation, and she knew she had only moments left to somehow escape.
Then, as if instinctively, she raised her right leg, only to swiftly bring it down again, the heel of her foot slamming down upon her tormentor's bare toes. Abigail shrieked and released her bearhug; Winter staggered forward two steps, and then swung her right elbow back, the bony joint drilling into the side of the blonde's own breast. Now Breslin gave a piercing cry of pain and stumbled back, as the brunette whirled around to face her. Before Abigail could gather her wits and go back on the attack, Ariel cupped her hands behind her opponent's head and leapt up, bringing her knees against Breslin's chest even as gravity caused the brunette to fall backward, pulling Breslin down with her. When Winter's back hit the floor, the full force of the landing traveled through her knees into Abigail's breasts, causing the embattled blonde to sail backward through the air. She landed with a thud and an agonized groan on her back, the impact from the blow having caused her breasts to pop free of her skin-tight one-piece bathing suit.
With all the speed her exhausted body could muster, Ariel crawls toward her dazed rival. On her knees, she slides first one strap of her own suit down a shoulder, then the other, freeing her own breasts. Next, grasping Abigail's legs, Winter doubled the blonde over in a matchbook pin, throwing her own buxom body atop her foe's thighs to press her down to the floor. Then Ariel lowers her upper body between the 'V' of Breslin's legs, pressing her naked breasts down upon the entrapped beauty's face. Abigail's body trembles furiously, but she is unable to kick free, and soon enough she ceases to move altogether as she is driven unconscious.
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Well, its been a couple of weeks since we've done a day dedicated to a specific celeb here, and I figure we're due for another. I've selected a woman who has long proven herself to be a popular figure in fantasy celeb fighting, although for some curious reason, she hasn't been employed very much in this thread. Seems to me it's high time we changed that ;)
And so, I'm inviting all to write a 'Finish Her' piece on Wednesday, February 24th featuring Scarlett Johansson. Win, lose or draw, let's see some ScarJo action, folks!
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Oh God yes!!
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The rain came at a steady drizzle. Its droplets were fine and felt light as they came down, but were constant and omnipresent enough to saturate the air and turn a sandy beach into a literal quagmire. The wind would pick up every now and then in short gusts, and the ocean waves churned roughly as they came to shore and crashed against the nearby rock outcroppings. All in all, it was a terrible day to be outside.
Not enough to stop some people, Jennifer Love Hewitt rued mirthlessly. Her ball cap and hoodie provided a modicum of protection from the elements, but that still didn't change the fact that she would've preferred to be elsewhere at that moment. She was definitely going to have words when this was all over. In the present though, grumbling about it wouldn't change anything, and thus she stayed at her post and diligently used her camera to record the battle playing out in front of her.
Scarlett Johansson and Megan Fox were locked in combat with each other at the water's edge. They were a lovely contrast in leopard-print and black bikinis respectively, an image that strangely only seemed to be enhanced by their weather-induced dishevelment. The still photographs wouldn't record their shrieks of pain and hatred as they stumbled across the beach, pulled each other's hair, and assailed each other with body blows. However, the raw emotions were there, captured perfectly in every picture that Jennifer took. Blonde and brunette were both shopworn and weary at this stage in the fight, but each gave her all and neither would be satisfied with anything short of a decisive victory over her hated rival.
Jennifer snapped her camera at the perfect moment, capturing Megan punching Scarlett in her midriff. The frame caught the brunette's fist slamming forcefully just above her opponent's bikini line, as well as the blonde's face as it twisted in agony.
Scarlett seemed to falter as the punch put an instant wobble in her legs. A second identical blow sent her stumbling back and dropped her to her haunches. Jennifer took another picture that captured a mixed look of distress and outrage on Scarlett's face - she was tired, she was hurting, and her body was starting to yield, but she was still too proud to quit.
The blonde pulled herself up and threw herself at the brunette with a primal yell, but was instantly repulsed. Megan hammered Scarlett's left breast with a right hook and then caught her on the chin with a hard right uppercut. Scarlett reeled backwards as the second punch stunned her - she was wide open as Megan put everything she had into a left hook to the jaw. The last blow snapped Scarlett's head sideways and torqued her a quarter-turn to her left as she crashed face-down on the sand.
Jennifer's heart skipped a beat as she stared in awe at the blonde's fallen form. Megan, never one to miss an opportunity to gloat, stepped behind Scarlett and grabbed her hair, tugging her upper body up off of the ground. The blonde tried to prop herself up with both of her hands pressed into the wet sand, but was in no condition to offer anything more in the way of resistance. It was a perfect moment as conquering brunette posed over conquered blonde - most fighters could only dream of achieving such an impressive visual image.
"Hurry up, bitch!" Megan shouted, "Take the picture. Capture me in my moment of triumph."
"Knock it off, Megan!" Jennifer growled back. She begrudgingly acquiesced and snapped the camera.
"You see this? It could be you someday!" Megan taunted.
Whatever her feelings might have been for the blonde, Jennifer felt that Scarlett was at least a worthy frenemy. For Megan though, she felt nothing but disdain. She bit her tongue as she watched the brunette kneel down behind the blonde and continue to impose her will. Reaching under Scarlett's arms, her hands found their way to the blonde's breasts, which she began to squeeze and claw through her opponent's bikini top. Scarlett wailed has her buxom pride was subjected to Megan's wicked ravages. Jennifer dutifully continued to take pictures - the juxtaposed sights of Scarlett's anguish and Megan's glee was a maddening sight to bear witness to.
Suddenly, Scarlett reared back and snapped her head backwards. The crown of her skull made solid contact with the bridge of Megan's nose, sending her sprawling backwards clutching her face. In moment, it was anyone's fight once again as both ladies struggled to regain their bearings.
Megan rolled over and tried to push herself up to her hands and knees, but before she could make it she was tackled to the ground by an angry and vengeful blonde. The two were a tangle of bodies, but soon came to a stop with Megan on her back and Scarlett straddling her waist. Grabbing two handfuls of dark hair, Scarlett slammed Megan's head against the sand, repeating the move for good measure. She slapped Megan hard across the cheek, snapping her head sideways. Another slap rocked her again. A reprisal punch slammed into her chest. Another slap. And another.
Jennifer came around closer, trying to get a better angle. She was now taking pictures with almost the same frenzied pace that Scarlett was raining hellfire down on Megan. The brunette writhed beneath the blonde, but all she could do was take punishment as her face and chest were repeatedly cuffed and punched. One final slap seemed to finally knock her senseless, leaving her defenseless and at the blonde's mercy.
The coup de grace came in expected fashion as Scarlett leaned down and pressed the swell of her heaving chest down onto Megan's face. With the brunette snugly ensconced in the hot confines of her cleavage, Scarlett snaked her arms around Megan's head and began to squeeze tightly. Jennifer knelt down on the sand to get the best possible view of blonde putting brunette to sleep - Megan struggled feebly to escape, but there was no escape to be found from Scarlett's jug smother. Jennifer snapped her camera at just the right moment, capturing the brunette as the last bits of consciousness were wrung from her body by the blonde's chest.
Scarlett finally relinquished her smother and pushed herself up off of the brunette. Megan was sprawled out on her back, both arms stretched out on either side of her on the sand. Her eyes were closed shut and her mouth hung open in knocked-out stupor as wet strands of black hair lay strewn across her face. Propping herself up with one hand in the sand next to Megan, Scarlett pushed on the brunette's head with the other, turning it to the side to give the camera a good view of Megan's insensate features.
Rising to her feet, Jennifer found the perfect angle for her last picture. Scarlett was looking up at the camera with her damp hair in her eyes and the deep swell of her cleavage on display. Jennifer savored the moment, relishing the totality of Megan's comeuppance.
"You did good, Scarlett," Jennifer said as she lowered the camera, "That was an impressive win if I do say so mys-"
Jennifer was frozen in her tracks as she looked down at the blonde. Scarlett was still staring back up at her with the same furious, all-conquering expression on her face. Not a word was spoken, but none needed to be as the look in Scarlett's eyes said it all:
You see this? It could be you someday.
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I was so working on a Megan Fox vs Scarlett Johansson story, they might get a rematch.
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Dradis...Gameking...MAGNIFICENT! And Millsman, please do give us another match-up between those two! ;D
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Oh yeah by all means the other Scarlett matches rock, I will do my best.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Anna Kournikova
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A handful of flaxen mane in her hand, Anna dragged the dazed Scarlett around the mansion's spacious room, showing off her hapless rival for the assembled international jet set. With a smug smile upon her face, the Russian sneered, "Typical weak American. Your reputation was clearly as fabricated as your so-called acting talent." Kournikova was being disingenuous, as up until the last few minutes, the two blonde wildcats had been battling to a stalemate. But some desperate tactics from Anna swung control of the brawl to her, and as she saw it, the victor gets to write the history, and in her narrative, Johansson was never a match for her.
But as it so often does, pride goes before a fall. Rather than finishing her adversary off, Kournikova was more concerned with preening. As a result, Scarlett was able to call upon her remarkable recuperative ability to gather her wits and catch her second breath, and before the boastful Russian knew what was happening, Johansson suddenly sprang to life. Three lightning-quick knees to the belly caused Anna's steely abs to fold, leaving her gasping for air. Now it was Scarlett who filled her hands with her opponent's blonde hair, yanking Anna's head down even as the American drove her knee up, slamming it hard between Kournikova's eyes, leaving those orbs glazed and spinning.
With her rapidly fading strength, Johansson then pulled Kournikova's body up upon her shoulders, trapping the Russian in a torture rack. Scarlett bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, adding to her opponent's torment, and she knew from experience that it was only a matter of moments before her victim would submit.
Except...Anna didn't submit.
Her sinewy body allowed Kournikova to withstand the pain far beyond what the ordinary woman could and Scarlett, her sweat-beaded body trembling and her knees threatening to buckle from the exertion, feared that she would collapse before she could make her rival surrender, and that would give the Russian the opportunity to win the match herself. Gritting her teeth, the American hissed "Give up, damnit!" But her adversary's only response was moaning and mewling from the agony...but no submission.
And then, mere instants before Scarlett knew she could no longer remain upright, Anna shrieked out "Nyet...nyet...STOY! Otpravit! I submit!" Scarlett instantly lets her unwilling cargo slip from her shoulders, then her legs buckle and she follows her rival to the floor, landing atop the sobbing Anna, too spent to move.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Lindsay Lohan
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In the back of her mind Scarlett always knew her time as Champion would come to an end.... everyone's does.... but she NEVER thought it would be Lindsay Lohan that dethroned her. The arena was early silent as the tabloid star pounded the beloved actress in the middle of the ring. Johansson always fought with grace and honor... Against Lohan that would be her undoing.
Lindsay used every dirty trick in the book on the champ , eye gouging , crotch kicks , hair pulling , scratching. Scarlett refused to sink to her opponents level and now found her self in the deepest trouble of her storied career. Her blonde hair was disheveled , face was beat red and sports bra was torn to shreds... Like Scarlett, hanging on by a thread.
Lohan had a malicious grin on her face as she whipped the fading champion into the turnbuckle. The arena shook as Johanssons body smashed into the corner. The busty blonde had no time to react as her tormentor was on her in an instant. Lindsay expertly trapped Scarletts arms in the ropes and stepped back to admire as Scarlett Johannson's fans watched in disbelief as their heroine hung defenseless in her rope prison.
"Must get out...she cant win...must fight back" Scarlett thought as she struggled to free her self. Lohan had dreamed of this moment for so long , she had always blamed Scarlett Johansson for her failed career , she always knew that Scarlett had taken her parts , her fame , her reputation.... and now the blonde bitch would pay. Scarlett's screams echoed throughout the silent stadium as Lohan tore into her celebrated breasts.
Lindsays face lit up with maniacal glee as her fists smashed into Johannsons heaving boobs. Left , Right , Left , Right..over and over the hated redhead pumped shots into her rivals defenseless mammeries. Scarlett's prized breasts where bounded about like over inflated beach balls as she began to pass out from the pain. Before Johansson could go under the red head delivered a stinging slap to wake her from her stupor.
"Dont you pass out on me now Scarlett"
Lindays words oozed with malice as she launched a world shattering uppercut sqaure in the middle of the blondes destroyed jugs. Tears flowed from Scarletts exhausted eyes as Lohan flattened her boobs one more time. Her sports bra could take no more and finally burst under the weight of Lohans onslaught. "Nooooo gawwwwd nooooo" flashed in Johannsons mind as her battered rack tumbled free.
Lindsay drank in the sight of a horrified Scarlett realizing she had been exposed. It was clear Lindsay Lohan lacked any of Johannsons modesty as she happily removed her top , freeing her infamous jugs. Scarlett had freed herself from the ropes and desperately tried to cover and cradle her wounded chest form the thousands of flashs going off in the audience. Lohan pounced again , and forced the distraught champion to her feet before ensnaring her in a boob to boob bearhug.
Scarlett instinctively clenched Lindsays waist to fight off her unthinkable defeat. Both women squeezed with all their might as their formidable breasts waged war. Most thought the champion to be unbeatable in a titfight , but Lohan targeted the blondes chest all night... and now was the payoff. Lindsay was sure that her freckled rack would prove Scarletts doom.
Ever the valiant champion Johannson heroically fought Lindsays overwhelming breasts to a near standstill. The raging tabloid star gritted her teeth as Scarletts world famous rack made its last stand. The arena exploded as the topless warriors battled , Scarlett's legions of fans desperately tried to energize their champion as she fought to keep her beloved title.
"No....God ....No" Johansson thought as she finally looked down. The blondes battered boobs had simply been through too much.... Lohan's head pitched back and she let out a primal roar as her tits overwhelmed Scarlett. The oscar winners mind reeled as she tried to comprehend the sight of her tits mushrooming under the force of Lindsays raging rack. The arenas silence was deafening as the thousands in attendance and millions on tv watched Lindsay break the champions will.
The blonde collapsed under the weight of her maniacal challengers drive , but could not find any reprieve as Lohan followed her to the mat.
Johansson meekly struggled to free her self as Lindsay slowly mounted her prone body. On her back Scarlett was repulsed by the grin on her rivals face as she pinned her wrists to the mat in the center of the ring. Flashbulbs lit up the arena as Lindsay Lohan readied her prey for the kill , Johansson could not stop the challenger from intertewining her legs rendering them useless... "Oh my god its over" Flashed in the blondes pain addled brain as she came face to jug with her worst nightmare. Scarlett took a deep breath and prepared for the end of her reign...
"Nighty Night Scarlett"
Lindsay dropped her bombs directly on the blondes waiting face.... the sound of the splat echoed through the stadium and made Lohan shiver. The television cameras caught a tight angle of Scarletts sweaty freckled tomb. Johansson panicked trying to find air but could only breath in Lindsays dominant rack. No one could hear the muffled scream the blonde let out into her conquerors tits.... but Lindsay could feel it... the last of the champions breath was expelled into Lohans pitiless smother and Scarlett went limp. Lohan released the juggshocked blonde and took in the ringing of the bell.... Scarlett Johansson was no more.... The Linday Lohan era had begun
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Love the Kournikova fight. Always love to see hot athletes get beaten. Would not mind seein the Williams sisters beat up on some other tennis players like Kounivova, Ana Ivanovic, or Eugenie Bouchard
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Just when I thought this thread was starting to lose steam ... AWESOME Scarlett stories by all! Awesome idea JJ!
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Scarlett Johansson vs Megan Fox
The two girls meet once more on the very beach Scarlett had KO'ed the brunette and Megan had wanted revenge. Megan in a black bikini while the blonde wore a bright blue bikini. Both girls had brought someone to film the mat, Jennifer Love for Scarlett and Zooey from The New Girl.
The girls had both been on top more than once and now as the sun was setting casting a orange hue across the beach the soaking wet blonde moaned as Megan pulling Scarlett's hair pulling the blonde out of the surf and onto the beach.
The blonde was a wreck ,sand partially covering her arms and back now on her hands and knees as Megan stood above her hands clinching her tangled blonde locks. "I've got you this time Scarlett ,no surprise escapes for you bitch " Megan said almost gloating as she slipped in behind Scarlett dropping to her knees, wrapping a arm firmly around the blondes neck applying yet another choke hold. The blonde gasps and weakly pulls at the dominant brunettes arm.
Megan was enjoying this so much after being smothered out by Scarlett just days before. The match had been Megan's toughest in a while and almost being smothered just 20 minutes earlier had made her fight that much harder but now this was her's to lose and she had no intentions, as she heard Scarlett's ragged gasp she couldn't hide the smile on her face.
Megan strained just a few seconds longer as she felt Scarlett's will to fight give way to defeat as the blonde slumped against her. Megan lowered Scarlett into the sand and straddling her neck she looked down at Scarlett's tearful face trapped between her thighs. Megan gently pushed Scarlett's hair from her face and lifted up settling her wet bikini covered crotch on the blondes mouth and nose.
Scarlett moans as she is being smothered her eyes flutter briefly before she passed out.
Minutes later she awakens as Megan poses on her body in the sand for the cameras. Scarlett's face is covered in Megan's juices and she swears revenge but for now all she can do is softly cry.
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Amazing job by everybody! Love matches with Scarjo!
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Sheena (Scarlett Johansson) vs Rulah (Selena Gomez)
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There could be only one Queen of the Jungle, so it was inevitable that the two aspirants to the crown should meet in combat. Their battleground was a 20'x20' pit, dug eight feet deep, lined with animal pelts. No knives were allowed, just their own bodies pitted against one another. The two white goddesses of the dark continent battled ferociously, like feral lionesses. Ultimately however, Sheena clamped her steely thighs around her rival's waist, ruthlessly scissoring her, while her hands pulled at Rulah's jet black mane, yanking her head back. "Say it!" the blonde snarled. "Submit and say Sheena is Queen!"
The hot jungle sun shone down upon them, making the sweat that covered their skin glisten like gold, Rulah held out for as long as she could, until she could no longer withstand the anguish. "Rulah submits!" she gasped. "Sheena is Queen!"
Exhausted and bedraggled, but elated, the blonde grunted as she climbed up the vine that hung in one corner of the pit, until she was able to crawl out at the top. Panting hard for breath, she stays there on all fours for several long moments...until her cat-like instincts warn her that she is not alone. Lifting her head, she sees a mysterious figure standing defiantly before her. "Who are you?" Sheena demands.
And in a voice like a panther's purr comes the answer: "I am Jann...and it is well that you are on your hands and knees before me, for I am your new Queen!"
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Great day in the mornin', this has been the gift that keeps on giving and giving! ;D
Freefall, that was a fabulous account of Scarlett's humiliating devastation, and one of the best uses of Lindsay I think I've seen in quite a while. Bonus points to you for the very apt and very fun GIFs!
HV, it should come as no surprise that I'm a huge Michelle Trachtenberg fan, so it was fantastic seeing you use her. Long ago, I did a series of fairly epic battles between ScarJo and Mishy, and it was a treat to see them square off again...even if I must respectfully maintain that Ms. T's posterior remains one of the most perfect in all of Hollywood.
And Millsman, I'm so happy you went ahead and did your piece, it was well worth it.
Outstanding work one and all. I'd say this calls for a toast!
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Love all the Scarlett stories! Great idea having days dedicated to specific women! Here's a few brief ones I had laying around:
Aubrey Plaza vs. Candace Bailey
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Candace was expecting an innocent fun little pillow fight match as she skipped to the ring which now had a huge fluffy bed in the middle surrounded with pillows. Bailey was unfortunately unaware of her opponent's tendency to not only beat fellow jobbers like her, but to completely destroy them almost sadistically. Plaza walked to the ring which an evil smirk on her face; eyeing her next prey from the start and eager to make even a silly match type like this only end in pure agony for poor Candace.
The match was a slaughter as expected as Aubrey totally clobbered Candace. Ramming her into the bed's headboard, chocking her with a pillow case and pinning her to the bed with her hands being held over her head while locking on a brutal stomach claw submission to her tight bare belly, Plaza was effortlessly making Candace regret ever stepping in the ring to begin with. Bailey screamed and begged in submission but the cruel Aubrey wasn't yet satisfied with the end result. After releasing the hold, Aubrey would grip both Bailey's bra and her panties and tug and rip them until they shred clean off Candace's body leaving her completely naked. The stripped girl tried in vain to cover up her body but not before Aubrey picked her up, put her head between her legs and then flipped her over on her shoulders before leaping off the bed and slamming Bailey down on the mat in a ring-shattering power bomb.
Bailey's unconscious body got folded in half as her legs remained bent over body with her naked pussy and perky butt sticking straight in the air as Plaza mounted the poor dominated jobber and ordered the ref to count a pinfall even tho the stomach claw submission already gave her the victory. Plaza remained on top of Bailey's mangled body before getting up, grabbing Candace's bra and panties as rewards and waltzed out of the ring as Candace stayed stacked up in the ring.
Sara Sampaio vs. Miranda Kerr
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A beach catfight broke out between the two models, and while Miranda certainly had the upper hand in both age and experience, it was Sara who commanded most of the action. She was still new to this wrestling world, and she wanted to make a statement against the older woman. Kerr on the other hand seemed to underestimate her rival and in turn she was getting her ass handed to her.
After a tight and impactful belly to belly suplex to Kerr, Sara thought the match was hers as she confidently covered Miranda and hooked one of her legs back for a leg hook pin. But Miranda had just a little fight left to barely kick out of the pinfall. Now slightly frustrated that this wasn't over with yet, Sara decided to go with a more domineering pin that she knew would do the trick. As Miranda tried to crawl a little bit away if nothing else just to catch some breath, Sara would grab her ankles, flip her over on her back and stand over her opponent only to lower her plump tush right on Kerr's horrified face. Once she was planted on Miranda's head, Sara leaned back and put all her weight on her ass and started posing for a sensational facesit pin. Miranda's weak resistance would quickly die down as she passed out from both lack of oxygen and supreme humiliation.
Sara had certainly made a statement with the victory, and it said that the young model with her voluptuous tush was a force to be reckoned with. For Miranda on the other hand, it was a rather humbling and embarrassing lose to a much younger and inexperienced competitor. She remained knocked out in the sand until evening, and if nothing else when she awake she at relieved not to find herself stripped naked at least. A very small victory for Miranda, and a very big victory for Sara.
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That was amazing Nicole!
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Nicole, you don't ever have to apologize for contributing to this thread...particularly when your writing is so fantastic! I can't encourage you to continue writing more strongly enough, and I look forward to reading what you share with us next. :D
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Great story. Love these longer stories.
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Wow - some great ScarJo stories! I especially liked the Nicole S breastfight story with Jennifer Love Hewitt. Nicole, you never disappoint! Thanks for posting these great matchups.
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Great Scarlett stories all! Love Lohan getting the win too!
Love you work Nicole! Looking forward to reading more!
Xtra ... Love seeing Miranda Kerr getting destroyed ... I wiuld love to see more stories with her on the losing side.
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What about something with now Oscar winner Brie Larson?
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Not to be a buzzkill, but I would like to point out, despite the fact that Ariel winter in now 18, there are a number of photos of her on this thread where she is under 18. They should probably be updated, unless that is, the rule for nothing underage doesn't include pictures...
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Not to be a buzzkill, but I would like to point out, despite the fact that Ariel winter in now 18, there are a number of photos of her on this thread where she is under 18. They should probably be updated, unless that is, the rule for nothing underage doesn't include pictures...
That's a valid point, Darkwalker. Personally, I think the photos are acceptable for use here because...
1) They're fairly recent, even if they were taken before she turned 18;
2) There's really nothing of a sexual or improper nature about them; and
3) Truth be told, as her birthday was so recent, there really aren't many new photos of her yet that are appropriate for this thread.
Naturally, as more photos of her now become available, those will largely supplant those we have been using.
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That's a valid point, Darkwalker. Personally, I think the photos are acceptable for use here because...
1) They're fairly recent, even if they were taken before she turned 18;
2) There's really nothing of a sexual or improper nature about them; and
3) Truth be told, as her birthday was so recent, there really aren't many new photos of her yet that are appropriate for this thread.
Naturally, as more photos of her now become available, those will largely supplant those we have been using.
What you say is true, however, if someone were to have written a story involving her only a month before she turned 18, then it would be taken down. Why should a picture be any different. While I don't actually disagree with you I find it kind of interesting that this would be overlooked when previously I had put up a simple post asking people who they would like to see fight from the Glee "universe" and it got taken down because "high school means underage". In all actuality there are a large number of adult characters in the show and all of the original students in the glee club were 18 by season 4.
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A couple of quickies...
Dove Cameron vs Sammi Hanratty
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Sammi’s eyes widened in horror as she was draped over the ottoman, her wrists bound together by her own bikini halter, and her panties pulled down to her ankles to tie up her feet. With the icy demeanor of a Nordic goddess, Dove then began raining spanks down upon her opponent’s bare buttocks, her open palm smacking hard again and again on the alabaster skin, which quickly reddened from the blistering beating. Helpless and tormented, Hanratty burst into tears, and was soon blubbering, “SHHHHTAAAAAP!!! NO MORE! I GIVE UP!!!” But the victorious Cameron kept right on spanking, deciding that only she had the right to decide when the beaten blonde had had enough.
Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
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Mila smiled. Whenever Kaley is in distress, her voice cracks and she squeaks when she wails in pain. And the blonde is most certainly in distress as her hated rival not only cranks on the pressure with an abdominal stretch, but with her right hand has grasped Cuoco’s groin, viciously mauling her womanhood. The fabric of Kaley’s cotton panties offer only scant protection, and tears come to her eyes as she chokes back sobs. “Don’t give up on me too soon, blondie,” Kunis purrs. “I’m not done playing with you yet.”
But Kaley couldn’t take the punishment any longer, and with a catch in her voice she croaks, “I…give up!”
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Darkwalker you have been told a number of times who to take your concerns to. Do so in private. To continue to turn this thread into your own personal gripe thread over the mods ruling against you is not acceptable.
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After a long and protracted struggle Kate finally manovered susanna into position,both women's sweat drenched bodies bruised and batered from constant slapping ,Susanna couldn't give any more as Kate started to throttle the fight out of Susanna ,Kate had won...a grin came over Kate's face as she slowly reached into Susanna panties.......
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Hey maybe a fight with Gigi and Bella hadid vs Kendall and Kylie jenner
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Jumping Jack those rock! Love Dove and her victories. And while I love Kaley something about her losing is so sexy .
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A couple more quickies...
Michelle Trachtenberg vs Brittany Snow
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The two battlers were side-by-side on their knees, each having snared the other in a side headlock. They grunted and groaned as one as their arms trembled from all of the strength they poured into them. "Let go!" Brittany hissed; "You let go first!" Michelle snarled back. Neither beauty relented, and the stalemate continued. The stakes were suddenly upped as both women simultaneously adjusted their headlocks into chokeholds. Now they coughed and gasped as each tried to strangle the other into submission or unconsciousness.
It proved to be the latter as suddenly Snow's body went limp, and with a heavy sigh her arm slipped free of her rival's neck. Trachtenberg sucked in precious oxygen as she kept her stranglehold in place for several moments longer, just to make sure the blonde wasn't trying some ploy. Finally satisfied that her adversary had indeed passed out, the triumphant brunette releases her hold.
Flashback 1970: Lola Falana vs Ann-Margret
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It has been billed as the battle to decide the Queen of Vegas. Both beauties were vying for the headliner spot at the MGM Grand, and in order to settle who gets it, it had been suggested that the two battle it out in a penthouse suite at the hotel. As the neon lights of Las Vegas twinkled below them, Ann and Lola fought like wildcats before an elite crowd of high rollers. After a tumultuous brawl that pushed both women to the limits of their endurance, they found themselves simultaneously snared in headscissors. The thighs of both dancers were like steel as they tightened, the heads of the two warriors mercilessly squeezed. Sweat-soaked bodies trembling from the demands of the holds, each moaned and mewled in anguish from the pain, but neither would submit.
Finally, with a wail of anguish, Ann's legs snap open, freeing her rival. The redhead's body squirmed feebly but in futility, and with one last crushing tightening of her thighs, Falana finished her opponent off, and proved herself the Queen.
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Love Brittany Snow, Jack! Would love to read more stories with her.
Alicia Vikander vs. Lucy Hale
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The Oscar win had quickly got into Alicia’s already slightly cocky head and now made her become a walking ego trip. So when a big magazine accidently scheduled both her and Lucy Hale to the same photoshoot, she of course thought that they were now just giving it to her. I mean they should’ve anyway even before the award win she thought, but now of course they will. Lucy Hale felt very different however as she got quickly pissed by Alicia’s snotty attitude, and when both actresses showed up to the photoshoot with the model still undecided, Lucy wanted to knock the haughty Oscar winner down a peg or two.
Alicia was, to say the least, caught totally off guard by the annoyed actress as Lucy unleashed a vicious assault in front of the director and crew. Hale managed to literally rip Alicia’s romper to shreds leaving her desperately trying to cover her body in just a skimpy pair of matching red bra and panties. After a rather humiliating spanking while being bent over the stool, Alicia was grasping for straws as she reached down for the travel cup that Lucy brought with her for the shoot and flung her arm back trying to connect with a blow to the head with Hale’s own prop. But the tactic backfired as the cup flew out of her hand and right into the photo director’s head. Both girls gasped as the director held his forehead in pain and then looked down angrily at the still bent over Alicia. “Don’t worry boss, I’ll dispose of this bitch for you.” Lucy said with malice as tears started to well in Alicia’s eyes.
Keeping Alicia bent over the stool, Lucy quickly stood with her head between her thighs and locked in a suffocating standing head scissors. Alicia tried in vain to punch Lucy’s legs and sides to unleash the smothering vice grip on her head and neck but Hale didn’t budge as eventually Alicia was out cold from hold as she remained dangled on the stool with her beet red tush sticking up in the air. Satisfied with the outcome after the cup incident, the director walked over to the victorious Hale with contract in hand for the photoshoot agreement and payment. Lucy accepted it with a huge smile on her face as she slapped the contract down on Alicia’s upturned ass and signed it making things official. She then tore off the 3rd sheet rough copy of the contract and bent down to savagely shove it in Alicia’s mouth before crudely tossing her dead weight body on the floor and starting what was now undoubtedly HER photoshoot.
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Would anyone be interested in a 2x2 with these four lovelies? It would be a catfight with some titfighting (obviously there has to be some boob action if Ariel's in it). If this sounds hot, let me know who you think should win and why. :)
And, yes, I know Ariel's team has the slight advantage with her huge tits, but I tried to even it out by having Michelle on Jen's team (taller and slightly bustier (34B) than Sarah (32B)), and the fact that both Jen and Michelle have more experience than Ariel does.
Umm...YES!
It should make for an excellent match-up. Jen and Michelle have the edge in experience and size, while Sarah, despite her petite stature, is also experienced and quite a fighting hellion. But I think that for all that she brings as assets to the team, Ariel remains the weak link, owing to the fact that she's still such a green rookie.
Then again, I've been known to be wrong. ;)
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The 2x2 story with those match ups would be awesome! Can't wait to see it!
Xtra really enjoyed the Alecia Vikander story! She is super hot!
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A couple more quickies...
Michelle Trachtenberg vs Brittany Snow
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The two battlers were side-by-side on their knees, each having snared the other in a side headlock. They grunted and groaned as one as their arms trembled from all of the strength they poured into them. "Let go!" Brittany hissed; "You let go first!" Michelle snarled back. Neither beauty relented, and the stalemate continued. The stakes were suddenly upped as both women simultaneously adjusted their headlocks into chokeholds. Now they coughed and gasped as each tried to strangle the other into submission or unconsciousness.
It proved to be the latter as suddenly Snow's body went limp, and with a heavy sigh her arm slipped free of her rival's neck. Trachtenberg sucked in precious oxygen as she kept her stranglehold in place for several moments longer, just to make sure the blonde wasn't trying some ploy. Finally satisfied that her adversary had indeed passed out, the triumphant brunette releases her hold.
Flashback 1970: Lola Falana vs Ann-Margret
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It has been billed as the battle to decide the Queen of Vegas. Both beauties were vying for the headliner spot at the MGM Grand, and in order to settle who gets it, it had been suggested that the two battle it out in a penthouse suite at the hotel. As the neon lights of Las Vegas twinkled below them, Ann and Lola fought like wildcats before an elite crowd of high rollers. After a tumultuous brawl that pushed both women to the limits of their endurance, they found themselves simultaneously snared in headscissors. The thighs of both dancers were like steel as they tightened, the heads of the two warriors mercilessly squeezed. Sweat-soaked bodies trembling from the demands of the holds, each moaned and mewled in anguish from the pain, but neither would submit.
Finally, with a wail of anguish, Ann's legs snap open, freeing her rival. The redhead's body squirmed feebly but in futility, and with one last crushing tightening of her thighs, Falana finished her opponent off, and proved herself the Queen.
These are incredibly hot stories. Great work.
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Jennifer Lawrence and Michelle Trachtenberg VS Ariel Winter and Sarah Hyland?
DOH! Sounds like a 'perfect' way to start the Spring Brawling Season.
Make it so!
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Laura Vandervoort vs. Melissa Benoist
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It was a battle of Supergirls and the action had been expectedly evenly matched throughout. While Melissa started out on the offense with numerous pin attempts and submission holds, Laura was tough enough to either out-last or break out of Benoist's plays for victory. It was after Melissa was getting a little frustrated that Laura turned the tables and unleashed her first consistent barrage of strikes and blows to the CBS star.
After locking Melissa in a tight bearhug, Laura could feel her opponent weakening in a hurry. Now desperate and losing oxygen, Benoist resorted to a little cheap shot and kneed Laura in the crotch which somehow the ref didn't see. The blow broke up the bearhug as Melissa then attempted to whip off the ring ropes and deliver a spearkick to the hurting Vandervoort. But Laura saw the attack coming in right in front of her and was able to side-step the on-coming Melissa at the last second while sticking her knee out and connecting with a powerful blow to Melissa's bare stomach. Melissa's eyes opened wide and her mouth formed a big "O" as she dropped to her knees in pain which gave now Laura the perfect opportunity for the finishing move.
Vandevoort quickly sprinted to the ropes and rebounded off only to leap in the air and, in true superhero fashion, stick her fisted right arm out to deliver a face busting jumping sucker punch that knocked Melissa on her back completely out cold. Knowing that she overcame the cheap shot to the groin and really got Melissa good this time, Laura quickly moved atop of Benoist's spread eagled body and pinned both her wrists to the mat above her head before lowering her impressive breasts right on Melissa's face for the impressive pinfall victory. Adding some insult to injury as a result of the knee to the crotch, Laura would grab the sides of Melissa's skin-tight red shorts as she climbed off her and peeled them down her long legs leaving Benoist laying there in just that blue top and a tiny red string thong that left little to the imagination. Laura chucked the shorts in the cheering audience before departing the ring as truly the definite Supergirl.
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quite good
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Mila had come back from a slow start to dominate her blonde opponent. Utilizing her superior speed she had applied one cruel wrestling hold after another until Kaley was sobbing and babbling incoherently.
The blonde stood slumped over, her back to Mila. The supple brunette took dead aim and launched a hard kick right between Kaley's slightly spread legs.
"Huuurrrrk!" Kaley groaned and slowly bent over. Mila applied her foot to Kaley's upturned ass once more, sending her crashing head-first into the wall. Another loud moan and Kaley slumped to the floor, limp and beaten. Mila posed with one foot on her victim's shapely ass.
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Nicely done, Sandman. Mila approves. ;)
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Lindsay Lohan vs Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Aching and spent, a look of panic on her face, Sarah desperately dragged herself across the carpet, frantic to put space between herself and her opponent and to try to catch her second wind. Behind her, a contemptuous sneer upon her face, Lindsay saunters almost casually after the retreating blonde. Gellar gave a yelp of surprise and fear as Lohan grabbed her hair, halting her hopes of escape. Having come into this apartment catfight seriously underestimating her foe, Sarah paid for that by suffering a mauling that rendered her helpless, and now she knew all too well that her finish was at hand.
Pulling Geller up to her knees by the hair, she tugs her adversary's head back so her face looks up to the ceiling. Their eyes meet, with Sarah's wide with fear, and Lindsay's narrowing with malicious glee. "No," Sarah whines, "please, I give up!" Ignoring her rival's surrender, Lohan bends forward at the waist, pressing her bare breasts over her victim's face, and uses her hands to press the sides of her breasts in tight, creating a prison of flesh. Sarah's arms flail in futility as she is thus smothered out, until finally they drop lifeless to her sides and her body goes limp. Flopping onto her back, the semi-conscious Gellar lets out a low moan as Lindsay triumphantly presses her foot upon her fallen foe's own breasts and flexes her arms in a victory pose.
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Jennifer Lawrence and Michelle Trachtenberg VS Ariel Winter and Sarah Hyland
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Would anyone be interested in a 2x2 with these four lovelies? It would be a catfight with some titfighting (obviously there has to be some boob action if Ariel's in it). If this sounds hot, let me know who you think should win and why. :)
And, yes, I know Ariel's team has the slight advantage with her huge tits, but I tried to even it out by having Michelle on Jen's team (taller and slightly bustier (34B) than Sarah (32B)), and the fact that both Jen and Michelle have more experience than Ariel does.
Would be an amazing fight
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Flashback 1930: Jean Harlow vs Clara Bow
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With the dawning of the age of the talking picture, Clara Bow's position as the biggest star in Hollywood had become precarious. But while the fate of her film career may be out of her hands, her position as the most successful catfighter in Hollywood was something she most definitely could control. She was on top of the mountain, and that's just where she intended to stay.
But not if Jean Harlow had anything to say about it. The newcomer had taken Tinsel Town by storm with "Hell's Angels"...the kind of sexy, sensual role that once would have automatically gone to Bow. Now, all of Hollywood was electric in anticipation of the battle between the It Girl and the Platinum Blonde. And en epic battle it proved to be, as red-haired Clara fought brilliantly, but golden-tressed Jean matched her brilliance. As the struggle wore on, all of their manufactured gossamer glamour fell aside, and the two Hollywood goddesses gave way to Clara from Brooklyn and Jean from Kansas City, street brawlers at heart.
After a bruising battle, Bow sought to finish off Harlow, who lay prone on her back, seemingly stunned. The redhead leapt into the air, aiming her curvaceous body to splash down across her rival, slamming the air out of her. But at the last instant the blonde managed to roll out of the way, and Clara belly-flopped upon the carpeted floor; there she lay, dazed and gasping for air, as the panting Jean got to all fours and crawled over to her adversary. Moments later, Harlow had snared Bow in a combination bodyscissors and reverse chokehold, her shapely legs tightening around her victim's waist, crushing her, while her arm across Clara's alabaster throat kept the embattled redhead from drawing a decent breath. Bow thrashed frantically, but to no avail, while Jean gave a smug smile and a malicious chuckle. "You're finished, bitch," Harlow purred. "'It' can't stand up to platinum." Finally, Bow's movements slowed to languid squirming, until at last her eyelids fluttered shut and she was driven unconscious and into defeat.
And Hollywood had its new Queen.
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Emma stone vs Megan fox with Emma being the defeated one,in the pro wrestling submission match ,that will be good.
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Emma stone vs Megan fox with Emma being the defeated one,in the pro wrestling submission match ,that will be good.
Merry Christmas in March! Your wish has been granted.
I really, REALLY dislike Megan Fox. I don't find her reasonably attractive to my tastes at all, which is strange. Conversely, I adore Emma Stone. The reason why I took this one was because it's interesting to force myself to take somebody I really dislike and make them win against somebody I like. An interesting practice, I hope you are satisfied with this short tidbit for you.
EMMA STONE VS. MEGAN FOX
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It was certainly anything but Megan Fox's first rodeo, but at this point she had worn down Emma Stone so much she was starting to look like a pro at professional wrestling torture. Megan paused briefly, placing her hands on her hips as she surveyed her opponent who was splayed out in the middle of the wrestling ring, her arms and legs tucked into her torso like a baby as she lay there in pain from the agonizing torture the raven hair beauty had been recently putting her through. The small tears running down Emma's face and the look of wincing pain showed that she was on the verge of submission and there was nothing that she could do about it. Megan had been in the game long enough to know when there was blood in the water, she just had to push her that extra mile to get the win and her payday.
A lot of the sponsors to this exclusive, high class and private wrestling match considered Emma Stone a little crazy when she accepted an open invitation to a pro-style wrestling match against Megan Fox. The sponsors lured her in with the promise of donating a large sum to the winner's charity, as well as a nice payday for the winner. Emma, who was physically training and even hired a basic pro-wrestling coach, was confident in her abilities before the fight. She did well, and the first quarter of the match went her way. Megan however, living up to her last name and sly just like one, took the first opportunity to prove that she was just as big of a heel when pro-wrestling as she is when catfighting, and took control of the submission only match with a nasty, illegal crotch shot that Emma never quite recovered from. The ref was more on hand just to make sure things went according to plan and that the high dollar viewers got what they paid for as opposed to actually enforcing "rules".
From there it was only downhill for Emma as Megan softened her up with some power pro-wrestling moves, dragging her around the ring in the private event arena like a ragdoll and slamming her on the mat, hard. Megan even for a time softened her up, throwing her through the ropes where she spilled out onto the mats below before Megan got her claws on her once again, introducing her to more moments of pain outside of the ring before rolling her back in.
And now Megan stood over Emma, balled up like a little girl and sniffling, gripping the material of her bright red swimsuit and trying to cover herself up as much as possible. Megan shook her head while adjusting the sides and rear to her own white cut out swimsuit, "Poor little baby." she mocked, "Tried to get in the ring with the big girls?".
Megan leaned over and grabbed Emma by her blonde hair, pulling her up until she was sitting up on her ask. She eeked out a sobbing "Please..." in a vain attempt to make Megan stop. It caused her to chuckle a little as she positioned herself right in front of Emma, her crotch dangerously close to her face. Grabbing her hair with both of her hands, she then moved forward quickly, pushing Emma's head back to expose her neck and getting her thighs around it before crossing her feet while holding her head in place. She was going to finish her with a special submission, a standing headscissors.
She squeezed her leg muscles as hard as she could while also conversely pulling Emma's face closer towards her crotch via her hair. Emma flailed and and kicked but was at this point too weak to really kick out or throw Megan off of her. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. It all just sounded like baby gibberish to me." stated Megan with a wicked smile as she squeezed as hard as she could. Emma's eyes started to go wide, as did her mouth as she started gasping and panicking. The kicking had stopped, but her arms flailed behind Megan's legs for a second before they grabbed the swimsuit material covering Megan's ass. One hand tried to pull at it, and the other clawed at her butt in a vain attempt to get her off. It was no good, it only caused Megan to flex harder and Emma to gasp more.
Megan could feel Emma starting to go out as she started to make some deep choking and gagging noises now, but no submission from her. Unhappy that she didn't give up, Megan decided to be punishingly cruel to Emma, and with a slight twist of her body she used one hand to find the corner of Emma's red swimsuit and yank it to one side, the adhesive preventing Emma's breast from bouncing out failed at the deliberate tug and out popped her right breast for all of the sponsors to see. Megan laughed and returned to her two fisted hair-yanking session while Emma could do nothing but gasp in protest.
"Oops!" whispered Megan, "I'm SO sorry." she stated, dripping with an equal measure of venom and sarcasm. Instantly, her tone changed as she gave a final warning. "Submit NOW you little c***, or I'm going to choke you out so hard that you will wake up thinking you actually are half Asian."
With her eyes rolling up and her face actually starting to change colors, not to forget that she now had an exposed tit bouncing embarrassingly out of her swimsuit, Emma started frantically tapping Megan's ass while getting out gaggled, panicked whispers of "Submit...submit.... Megan got the message, but held her between her legs for a few more seconds while pushing her face dangerously close to her crotch before letting her drop down to the mat where she simply flopped down and lay much like a fish out of water, un-moving, just heavily breathing.
Megan shook her head before using her foot to pull the other side of the swimsuit to the side, exposing Emma's other breast for the sponsors to see. There was no resistance in the blonde, she just laid there and took it. Megan gave her a small kick and viciously stated to her, "Next time, go wrestle some other cheap, no talent slut. ALOHA, bitch." before turning her back on her and raising her arms.
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Emma stone vs Megan fox with Emma being the defeated one,in the pro wrestling submission match ,that will be good.
Merry Christmas in March! Your wish has been granted.
I really, REALLY dislike Megan Fox. I don't find her reasonably attractive to my tastes at all, which is strange. Conversely, I adore Emma Stone. The reason why I took this one was because it's interesting to force myself to take somebody I really dislike and make them win against somebody I like. An interesting practice, I hope you are satisfied with this short tidbit for you.
EMMA STONE VS. MEGAN FOX
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It was certainly anything but Megan Fox's first rodeo, but at this point she had worn down Emma Stone so much she was starting to look like a pro at professional wrestling torture. Megan paused briefly, placing her hands on her hips as she surveyed her opponent who was splayed out in the middle of the wrestling ring, her arms and legs tucked into her torso like a baby as she lay there in pain from the agonizing torture the raven hair beauty had been recently putting her through. The small tears running down Emma's face and the look of wincing pain showed that she was on the verge of submission and there was nothing that she could do about it. Megan had been in the game long enough to know when there was blood in the water, she just had to push her that extra mile to get the win and her payday.
A lot of the sponsors to this exclusive, high class and private wrestling match considered Emma Stone a little crazy when she accepted an open invitation to a pro-style wrestling match against Megan Fox. The sponsors lured her in with the promise of donating a large sum to the winner's charity, as well as a nice payday for the winner. Emma, who was physically training and even hired a basic pro-wrestling coach, was confident in her abilities before the fight. She did well, and the first quarter of the match went her way. Megan however, living up to her last name and sly just like one, took the first opportunity to prove that she was just as big of a heel when pro-wrestling as she is when catfighting, and took control of the submission only match with a nasty, illegal crotch shot that Emma never quite recovered from. The ref was more on hand just to make sure things went according to plan and that the high dollar viewers got what they paid for as opposed to actually enforcing "rules".
From there it was only downhill for Emma as Megan softened her up with some power pro-wrestling moves, dragging her around the ring in the private event arena like a ragdoll and slamming her on the mat, hard. Megan even for a time softened her up, throwing her through the ropes where she spilled out onto the mats below before Megan got her claws on her once again, introducing her to more moments of pain outside of the ring before rolling her back in.
And now Megan stood over Emma, balled up like a little girl and sniffling, gripping the material of her bright red swimsuit and trying to cover herself up as much as possible. Megan shook her head while adjusting the sides and rear to her own white cut out swimsuit, "Poor little baby." she mocked, "Tried to get in the ring with the big girls?".
Megan leaned over and grabbed Emma by her blonde hair, pulling her up until she was sitting up on her ask. She eeked out a sobbing "Please..." in a vain attempt to make Megan stop. It caused her to chuckle a little as she positioned herself right in front of Emma, her crotch dangerously close to her face. Grabbing her hair with both of her hands, she then moved forward quickly, pushing Emma's head back to expose her neck and getting her thighs around it before crossing her feet while holding her head in place. She was going to finish her with a special submission, a standing headscissors.
She squeezed her leg muscles as hard as she could while also conversely pulling Emma's face closer towards her crotch via her hair. Emma flailed and and kicked but was at this point too weak to really kick out or throw Megan off of her. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. It all just sounded like baby gibberish to me." stated Megan with a wicked smile as she squeezed as hard as she could. Emma's eyes started to go wide, as did her mouth as she started gasping and panicking. The kicking had stopped, but her arms flailed behind Megan's legs for a second before they grabbed the swimsuit material covering Megan's ass. One hand tried to pull at it, and the other clawed at her butt in a vain attempt to get her off. It was no good, it only caused Megan to flex harder and Emma to gasp more.
Megan could feel Emma starting to go out as she started to make some deep choking and gagging noises now, but no submission from her. Unhappy that she didn't give up, Megan decided to be punishingly cruel to Emma, and with a slight twist of her body she used one hand to find the corner of Emma's red swimsuit and yank it to one side, the adhesive preventing Emma's breast from bouncing out failed at the deliberate tug and out popped her right breast for all of the sponsors to see. Megan laughed and returned to her two fisted hair-yanking session while Emma could do nothing but gasp in protest.
"Oops!" whispered Megan, "I'm SO sorry." she stated, dripping with an equal measure of venom and sarcasm. Instantly, her tone changed as she gave a final warning. "Submit NOW you little c***, or I'm going to choke you out so hard that you will wake up thinking you actually are half Asian."
With her eyes rolling up and her face actually starting to change colors, not to forget that she now had an exposed tit bouncing embarrassingly out of her swimsuit, Emma started frantically tapping Megan's ass while getting out gaggled, panicked whispers of "Submit...submit.... Megan got the message, but held her between her legs for a few more seconds while pushing her face dangerously close to her crotch before letting her drop down to the mat where she simply flopped down and lay much like a fish out of water, un-moving, just heavily breathing.
Megan shook her head before using her foot to pull the other side of the swimsuit to the side, exposing Emma's other breast for the sponsors to see. There was no resistance in the blonde, she just laid there and took it. Megan gave her a small kick and viciously stated to her, "Next time, go wrestle some other cheap, no talent slut. ALOHA, bitch." before turning her back on her and raising her arms.
The kicking had stopped, but her arms flailed behind Megan
thanks Santa,thanks
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Emma stone vs Megan fox with Emma being the defeated one,in the pro wrestling submission match ,that will be good.
I really, REALLY dislike Megan Fox. I don't find her reasonably attractive to my tastes at all, which is strange. Conversely, I adore Emma Stone.
As someone with the polar opposite opinion on the actresses involved, great job going against your preference and taking dozens of photos for this event; even though I would have preferred the underdog Emma dominating the cocky Megan... that's just me though.
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@habib: You are welcome. I hope you and others enjoy.
@890: Thanks for the kind words! Personally, I would have preferred that too. But that's what made it fun, take a girl I dislike heavily and write her winning! Fun times all around, thanks for the great comments!
Since I have some free time today, I decided to pen out one of the fight ideas I've had in my head for a while now. It's involving two that aren't normally seen on here, so please enjoy!
Amymarie Gaertner vs. Briana Evigan
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Briana grunted and gritted her teeth hard, the fight was coming to a close and despite starting it, she found herself ending it on the loosing end. She was on her back now with nowhere to go, locked in much like food in the dangerous and deadly grip of an anaconda. She tried to fight it, but only found the coils tightening around her hurting, pained body. Her opponent, Amymarie Gaertner, could also feel the end drawing near, cinching herself tight and hoping to everything that her muscles in neither her legs or her arms would fail, at this point it was all or nothing, she would either win the fight here, or she would fail and Briana would get off her back and finish her off with a renewed fury.
Amymarie was a few weeks out from getting her big break. With the help of an agent, she managed to swing a new deal for a medium budget dance movie, not unlike something such as the popular "Step Up" series. It was new and she was to be one of the two main stars in a story about rival urban dancers. At first she was overwhelmed that her co-star would be the lovely and talented Briana Evigan, and during the first shoots things seemed to be quite civil. Two weeks into production however rumors started to be thrown around about who was the better dancer, and popular opinion started swinging from the veteran Briana to the newcommer and star Amymarie. It was enough to fuel Briana to consider Amymarie somewhat of a rival and make her constantly annoyed in her presence, which was felt on set. To add fuel to the fire, there was a scene in the movie where both Amymarie and Briana end up in a catfight on the dancefloor in which Briana would sucker punch Amymarie while dancing and then the two would roll around on the floor before being pulled apart. Not only was there a "quiet poll" among the crew about which girl would win an actual catfight but during the training for the scene the two were so heated with each other that when Amymarie accidentally slapped Briana for real she saw it as nothing more then a flagrant insult and attack and stormed off set.
Later that night, Briana was the last person that Amymarie expected to show up at her hotel room. Briana was dressed like she was just about to go and work out some of her stress with a grey trimmed pink sports bra and matching grey athletic shorts. Amymarie was dressed to stay in however, donning cutoff jeans and a blue midriff exposing shirt. Briana told her that they needed to talk, so Amymarie shut the door and expected them to chat out their problems.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long before things got heated. Briana accused Amymarie of being an amateur, Amymarie defended herself and compared Briana to a spoiled princess. Insults were exchanged between the two and finally when Amymarie had enough, she demanded that Briana leave. Briana however had other plans as her anger boiled over and she grabbed Amymarie by her hair and slapped her, causing the two star actresses for the dancing film to get caught in a very real, very heated catfight.
The two rolled around the room like wildcats, in the beginning since Briana initiated she had a slight surprise advantage. Amymarie however came around and the two were even, trading blows and scratches, pulling each other's hair and wasting no time in slapping and socking each other's toned dancer bodies. Strength and stamina were put on the test, but with both girls being accomplished dancers, it would be a contest of outlasting the other.
Briana at one point managed to slam Amymarie forhead first into one of the walls, causing her to pause and giving the advantage to Briana who took the oppertunity to strip Amymarie of her shirt and bra and almost actually win the fight by choking her with her own bra. The plan failed and the two continued to roll around, raking nails and pulling hair on the carpeted hotel floor.
As fate would have it, Amymarie managed to outwrestle Briana in the end, causing her to find herself on top of a struggling Briana before grabbing her head and bashing it several times into the carpeted floor. Briana's world shook and she was stunned, lying momentarily still and moaning. It was then that Amymarie found her possible fight ending advantage as she slid to the side of Briana, tucked one leg under Briana's waist and the other over her stomach before locking her legs and scissoring as hard as she could in an attempt to crush the fight out of Briana's beautifully toned midriff. Briana kicked as her midriff was squeezed, her arms going up to her head and a scream coming from her mouth. She panicked and started to flail, Amymarie then leaned in and managed to get one arm behind Briana's head, clawing onto her hair to hold her in place, and the other around the front of her neck by her chin. She wouldn't quite get it around her neck, so she was unable to sleeper choke her, but just by holding her down and using all of her strength to crush her brunette's waist was enough for her.
Briana, on her back, had nowhere to go. With one arm she shot down towards Amymarie's legs, trying to pry them away from her midsection which was now in danger of being crushed. With the other, she tried to pry Amymarie's arm away from her neck. Neither worked, Amymarie only tightened and Briana moaned in pain in response.
Amymarie saw an opening. "Time for some payback, bitch." she stated, quickly moving her arm away from Briana's neck and grasping her opponent's pink sports bra, moving it up and dragging her nails across Briana's sporty sized breast. Briana screamed, her free arm trying to bat Amymarie's claw away but unable to too as she had already grabbed and sunk in her nails in, mirroring something that Briana had done to her own large breasts earlier in the fight.
"Ahhh! You fucking, no talent bitch!" spat Briana between grunts of pain. Flexing her legs and crushing Briana's midsection, Amymarie saw another opening. Using the hand that she had latched into Briana's hair, she quickly turned her head and shoved her hard towards her chest. Briana's free arm tried to fight, but with Amymarie using now both hands to pull, Briana could do nothing but muffle a scream as Amymarie pushed her face first into her large breast. She then locked her arms around Briana's head and held on tight with both arms and legs. Briana's muffled scream could be heard as she squeezed, her opponent's airways sealed by sweaty titflesh.
"Fuck you Briana!" huffed Amymarie as she held on tight, starting to feel the lack of oxygen consume Briana, "Enjoy this closer look at what a real woman has you flat chested whore."
Briana's protests and screams both started to subside and Amymarie thought she couldn't hold on anymore. Right before she was convinced that her muscles in both her legs and arms were about to fail, she noticed that Briana had gone totally limp, her arms dangling to the side. She shook her head around while keeping her tight into her cleavage, there was no response. She then leg go and Briana fell to the floor, battered, broken and unconscious. Amymarie didn't walk away anywhere near unscathed, but she was however the one walking away.
Slowly she removed her leg from under the sleeping dancer before leaning over and stripping Briana of her bra totally. Then, using the last of her strength, she pulled Briana viciously by her hair while she was still sleeping and dragged her out into the hallway right outside of her room for somebody to eventually find.
Needless to say, the movie never did come out due to what the studio called "Budget Problems", but everybody on the cast and crew knew the true reason...
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The end! I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry for the length!
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Monica Naranjo vs Laura Pausini: Breast smothering match
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Both women has been in a rivalary since they start they career as singers. Her rivalary has reached some points, that it also have involved her patners in their TV programs. Now they were to finish this rivalary in a kind of special match.
They have been fighting for a long time. Now rhey were very tired, but both womens want to finsh it. Monica grabs her opponents hair and tries to throw her down. But Laura also grabs Monica, and the two fall down.
They roll all over the ring while they are stretching their hair, and slapping eachother. After several seconds of rolling, Laura ends on top of Monica. Laura pins the arms of her rival to the floor, and starts to tilt, until put herbare brasts on top of Monica's face.
"Don't make this more difficult, Monica" says Laura. Monica wriggles, trying to escape. "Stop movAAHHHH" shouts Laura, as she feels that Monica biting her sideboob.
Quickly, Monica pushes her rival away, and gets on ver feet. She stomps Laura's breasts several times, trying to make all the oxygen in her lungs to escape. Then she sits on top of Laura, and press her head, against her bare breasts.
Laura moves her arms, trying to hit Monica. The Spanish, laughs as she sees her opponent in a merciless situation. "You can't beat me and my breasts" taunts Monica.
With each second, Laura moves less, until she reach a point that she has passed out, and stops moving.
Monica let her opponent to fall down to the ground, completly conciousless. Then she puts her foot on top of Laura's naked chest, and flexes her arms in a victory pose. "I told you, you can't beat me" says Monica
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I really enjoyed Jackflash's Scarlett Johansson theme suggestion. The stories where excellent , all the writers did a great job. I think it would be fun to try a "Super" weekend featuring Superheroines.
I figured I could kick it off with an older story I had revised and expanded , Starring Lynda Carter and exploitation star Dyanne Thorne
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Ilsa was the She Wolf of the SS. She had gained notoriety in the Nazi party through her ruthless methods of combat and interrogation. Eventually she was asked to step into a role of greater visibility, she was going to be Germany's answer to the Amazon in the west. Her superiors had watched Wonder Woman tip the balance of the war in the Allies favor and were desperate for an answer. It was decided that Wonder Woman's influence had a massive effect on the moral of troops on both sides, and that it was time for the Axis to have their own "Super Woman." Ilsa gladly accepted her new role and the radical medical experiments to boost her strength, stamina, and agility. For two years she trained and studied with the sole purpose of bringing the Amazing Amazon to her knees in front of the world.
Wonder Woman was the Amazon champion of the Allies; her presence in the war boosted the hopes and mood of everyone around her. She had participated in missions, various USO shows, and raised millions in war bonds. She had bested all comers and rivals with ease and was key to Allied moral. She had heard of rumors and sightings of a Nazi "Wonder Woman" but dismissed them as propaganda.
Wonder Woman and the world where introduced to Ilsa "She Wolf of the SS" when the Axis powers released photographs and film of the new weapon in action. The genetic enhancements where a success, Ilsa was clearly the pinnacle of the Nazis desire to create a Super Human. Later that month news papers and radios around the globe buzzed with the news that Ilsa had challenged Wonder Woman to a combat match in Switzerland with the worlds press in attendance. The time had come to see who the real "Wonder Woman" was.
The venue held nearly 40,000 people who had come to witness the historic challenge. There where photographers, reporters and writers swamping the ground level near the ring. The lights went dark and the crowd exploded in support as the Amazing Amazon strolled to the ring. She was a sight to behold 5' 10" with 38C-25-37 measurements. She wore her trademark costume complete with a red cape which she removed on entering the ring. Wonder Woman looked as confident and strong as ever as she waved and soaked in the crowds support.
Everyone's attention soon attention soon turned the Nazi woman as she appeared. The crowd was visibly stunned at the sight of the She Wolf. She stood 5'7" and her white blouse could hardly contain her 37D breasts. She was shorter than the Amazon, but seemed to have a stronger build. Ilsa marched to the ring without having her cold stare leave Wonder Woman , who some in the crowd now thought didn't look so confident. The match of the century was about to start.
The bell rang and the two women circled each other, each moved slowly tying to feel out the movements of the other. Finally they met in the middle of the ring and grappled with each other with Wonder Woman gaining the upper hand, she whipped Ilsa into the ropes and gracefully cart wheeled a kick square into her opponent's midsection. The Amazon quickly dropped on Ilsa and applied a headlock that she wrenched the German to her feet with. Wonder Woman then suplexed her challenger, but not before holding her in the air while soaking in the crowds cheers. The match had started in the favor of the American champion , her grace and skill was apparent as she flew off the ropes and crashed into Ilsa again.
Wonder Woman picked the "She Wolf " up off the ground by her hair and had decided the time was right to embarrass her 'counterpart", Wonder Woman engaged the clearly winded Ilsa in a test of strength. The two locked fingers in the middle of the ring and began to struggle Wonder Woman garnered all the strength she had.... But to her surprise Ilsa would not budge, a wicked smile came over the face of the She Wolf as she pressed the Amazon back. Wonder Woman grimaced as she fought with all her might, but she could not stop the Nazi from bending her hands back and forcing her to a knee.
The crowd was stunned into silence as they watched Wonder Woman be overpowered by the laughing She Wolf. Ilsa dropped Wonder Woman's hands and quickly delivered a massive blow to her opponents head, Wonder Woman fell to her side and quickly scrambled to the corner of the ring where she was met by Ilsa body at full speed , Wonder Woman was smashed into the corner and whipped to the other corner before she knew it. Wonder Woman threw her right leg up at caught the charging Nazi in the stomach.
As Ilsa staggered to the middle of the ring, Wonder Woman threw a wild right haymaker but the She Wolf ducked and delivered a thunderous uppercut of her own to Wonder Woman's heaving breast. Wonder Woman clutched her breast and fired a punch that glanced off Ilsa's head and the Nazi followed with a brutal knee to Wonder Woman's stomach.
This was Ilsa plan all along. She couldn’t compete with the Amazons skill, speed, and grace; but knew if she could draw Wonder Woman into a slugfest that she could pound the Amazon into submission. The Crowd sat eerily silent as they watched the Amazon fall into the Ilsa's plan. Diana had underestimated the strength and ferocity of the Nazi She Wolf and was getting hammered from pillar to post as Ilsa locked a choke hold from behind on the Amazon and screamed in delight.
This was the most trouble Wonder Woman had ever been in and for the 1st time she feared that she might lose. A panic went off in her head as she shot an elbow into the gut of her rival, Isla released the hold and attempted to pound Wonder Woman with haymaker. Diana ducked the wild swing went to the ropes and delivered a stunning hurincanrana. The crowd went wild as their hero dropped a leg across the Nazi , Wonder Woman seized back control of the match with another series of suplexes , and tried to end the match. Diana covered the fallen Nazi and waited for the count.
1.....2......NOOOOO!
Wonder Woman was so close , she allowed a moment to yell at the ref , when a double ax-handle exploded into her back. Ilsa yanked the stunned Amazon to her feet and flattened her with a clothesline ,Wonder Woman nearly did a back flip as the force of the blow bounced her off the mat. The She Wolf lifted Diana and carried her to the corner where she laid her dazed rival on top of the ropes. The crowd again was anxious as Ilsa raised her clenched hands and smashed Wonder Woman hard in the gut, and knocking her to the second set of ropes. A knee-drop to the same area sent Diana down another rung. The She Wolf stepped on Wonder Woman's breast as she held onto the ropes for leverage and howled with a perverse delight as Diana shrieked in pain.
Wonder Woman finally pushed the Nazis boot away and rolled out of the corner and managed to sweep her foot behind the blondes knee , sending Ilsa to the mat in an intense pain. Both exhausted women met on the mat near the corner. They clenched each other in mutual bear hugs from their knees , Wonder Woman and The She Wolf both exerted all the strength they had into their bear hugs back and forth for what seemed like eternity..... but slowly Diana seemed to lose strength as the Nazi wrenched her torso. Ilsa felt Wonder Woman's faltering might as her bulging 37D breasts engulfed the Amazon’s famous chest.
The She Wolf wrenched back and shrieked with a primal rage as she broke Diana's resolve, Wonder Woman's arms fell to her sides as the Nazi Superwoman lifted her from her knees and walked to the center of the ring where she dropped her. Wonder Woman clenched her back and tried to rise but another double fisted hammer was dropped on her sending her to the mat, Ilsa stood over the Amazon and grabbed her by the hair; whipping the crowd into an angry frenzy as she removed Diana's tiara and used it to pound her again.
The She Wolf basked in the protests of the crowd as bent the gold tiara and tossed it at her opponent who was hanging on the ropes for support. Ilsa decided it was time to end the match and Wonder Woman's role in the war. She landed another blow to Diana's injured back and lifted her high over head in the air , she left the crowd watch Wonder Woman helpless in the air for a couple of seconds.
Diana weakly thrashed but she had little fight left ...she couldn't believe this was the end. You could hear a pin drop when Wonder Woman crashed onto The She Wolfs outstretched knee. With an wicked smile Ilsa contorted Diana's hurt back to a sickening angle and held her there by her breast and crotch until she was satisfied she’d crushed Wonder Woman's will ....and she had!
Wonder Woman flopped to the mat and offered no resistance as the She Wolf placed her black boot on the fallen Amazons heaving chest.
1...2....3!
The contest was over, Ilsa waited to take her boot of Wonder Woman until she was sure every flash in the building had gone off, then she paraded around the ring with Wonder Woman's mangled tiara as the Amazon lay crushed at her feet. Diana had been overconfident and fell into a sloppy slugfest with the She Wolf. Isla broke her and showed the World the real "Wonder Woman" was...Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS!
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This was great! Maybe the new Wonder Woman can have a go at some dastardly villainess? Maybe a modern Ilsa?
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Freefall, that was...dare I say it...SUPER! :D
I really enjoyed Jackflash's Scarlett Johansson theme suggestion. The stories where excellent , all the writers did a great job. I think it would be fun to try a "Super" weekend featuring Superheroines.
I figured I could kick it off with an older story I had revised and expanded , Starring Lynda Carter and exploitation star Dyanne Thorne
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So many wonderful stories! :-*
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yes there is
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Great story freefall. The longer the one sided beat down the better in my opinion.
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Flashback 1979: Caroline Munro vs Sybil Danning
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The battle over who would star in the upcoming Sci-Fi film Starcrash had been a wild brawl between Sybil and Caroline, with both desperate to not only beat her rival, but prove she has the skills to be the next great action star. At long last however, it appeared that one beauty had victory in hand. Munro's moans of agony filled the penthouse as, from behind, Danning clamped her hands over her rival's breasts, viciously squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. the Brit appeared to be on the verge of surrender as her head lolled forward, and blonde Sybil gave a smirking chuckle.
But suddenly, Caroline's head snapped backward, the back of her skull smashing into her tormentor's forehead. Danning released her hold and staggered backward, glassy eyed. Whirling around, her eyes narrowed into slits of fury, Munro grabbed her opponent's wrist and flipped her up and over to the carpet. Danning landed heavily on her back with a gasping thud, leaving her stunned and unable to offer any resistance as the brunette grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs, spreading them wide. With a sinister leer on her gorgeous face, Caroline raised her right leg, and then began to deliver stomp after stomp to her victim's groin. Danning burst into tears, howling in pain, until finally she shrieked out , "I GIVE UP! THE PART IS YOURS! P-PLEASE...STOP!!!" The brunette cruelly delivered one last stomp, just for good measure, and then let her beaten foe's legs drop limply to the floor.
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Great story! Love the flashbacks!
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Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
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Kaley gave a smug little chuckle as Mila winced in pain, the full nelson immobilizing the brunette and draining her strength. But after all of the times they had fought, the blonde should have known that it's a fatal mistake to write Kunis off until you've actually beaten her. But Cuoco had underestimated her nemesis, and that fact was rudely...and painfully...brought home to her when Mila lifted her right leg and slammed her heel down upon Kaley's bare toes as hard as she could.
Shrieking, Cuoco released her hold and limped backward, but she didn't put enough distance between her and her rival to prevent Mila from following up the stomp with an elbow smash into the side of the blonde's right breast, drawing forth another shriek of pain. Whirling around, Kunis crouched down, and then leapt up for a standing dropkick, the balls of her feet nailing Kaley in the chest like twin sledgehammers. The brunette landed on the mat with the grace of a panther, while Cuoco reeled back, arms windmilling, until she fell heavily into the corner of the ring. And before the stunned blonde could gather her wits, her adversary lunged at her, driving a shoulder block hard into her belly, winding her. As Kaley gasped for breath, Mila then grabbed her legs behind the knees and yanked, pulling Cuoco's feet out from under her and sending her crashing down with a thud on her ass, the back of her head resting against the bottom turnbbuckle.
As Kaley lay groaning, Mila grabs the top ropes with both hands for leverage, and then steps with both bare feet against the blonde's alabaster throat, choking Cuoco with the full weight of her body upon her rival's windpipe. Kaley's own feet kick wildly as her hands clutch and tug in a panic against her tormentor's ankles, but Kunis remains firmly in place, smiling as she looks down upon her hated nemesis, and watches as the blonde's eyes glaze over and then start to flutter shut, her tongue hanging out of the corner of her mouth as a trickle of drool runs down her chin. And then at last, Cuoco falls still, strangled into unconsciousness and defeat.
Mila accepts her victory with a scoffing laugh at her fallen foe.
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I love these Mila vs Kaley matches! Great job.
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Flashback 1979: Caroline Munro vs Sybil Danning
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My 2 favourite girls from the 1970s. I've written a few matchups for these two myself, and would have loved to see them actually fight it out!
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Emma Roberts vs Anna Kendrick
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"Game over, bitch!" Anna balls her fist and puts everything behind a right cross. When it connects with Emma's face, it's a certain knockout blow.
Unfortunately for Kendrick, that connection is missed, as Roberts ducks under the swinging blow. The momentum causes Anna to spin 180°, leaving her momentarily confused as to what just happened...or, more precisely, didn't happen. From behind, in a crouch, Emma swings her right arm up between her opponent's parted legs, her forearm slamming into the blonde's groin. Kendrick give a high-pitched squeak of pain, and then sinks to her knees with a moan, hands clutching her throbbing womanhood.
Rising up, Roberts walks around to face her foe; she grabs Anna by the hair and pulls her head between her thighs. Then Roberts bends forward and wraps her arms around Anna's waist. Then, belying her petite size, Emma with a roar lifts Kendrick up off of the floor, holding her upside down, her victim's head still firmly between her thighs. Roberts then sits down fast and hard, executing a crude piledriver. The crown of Anna's head spikes into the floor, and her body flops to the carpet like a ragdoll.
Rolling the moaning insensate Kendrick over onto her back, Emma takes her index finger and presses it into the cleft between the fallen girl's pert breasts, and with a smug smile and a taunting tone, she says, "One...two...three. Now the game's over, bitch!"
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Wow, over 700 posts and 70,000 views! ::)
Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
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Emma writhed on the carpeted floor, Kristen upon her back. The skin of both combatants were drenched in sweat, their brunette hair damp, unruly manes. Both panted heavily for breath, as each had pushed the other to the very limits of their endurance. Now, however, Stewart had her right arm wrapped around her hated rival's head, and she poured every last vestige of her power into a sleeper hold.
Watson's efforts to roll over in hopes of breaking the hold were thwarted as her American adversary pressed her feet against the inside of the Brit's thighs, forcing her legs wide, grapevining them and costing Emma the leverage she needed. Her breathing growing more labored as her eyes start to glaze over, Watson is filled with panic, but her nemesis has simply ensnared her too well for any hope of escape. Adding to the Englishwoman's torment is Kristen taunting, with the American smiling as she hisses into her struggling foe's ear, "Nighty-night, bitch. I've just kicked your limey ass and proven I'm the better woman, and don't you forget it!"
That's the last thing Emma hears as she finally succumbs to the sleeper, her eyes rolling up and her lids fluttering shut as she is driven into bleak unconsciousness.
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very nice :) always nice to see Kristen again
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glad you had Kristen winning! poor emma would lose every time to her
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EXCELENT, I always love the Emma vs Kristen fights.
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Emma W. On the losing end of a fight is always good!
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Emma W. On the losing end of a fight is always good!
I doubt the lady herself would think so
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Emma Watson vs Kristen Stewart
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Revenge, as they say, is sweet.
Kristen gurgled and gasped as Emma tightened the Rear Naked Choke across the American's slender throat. That both combatants had indeed stripped each other naked was just a pleasant irony for the spectators. In addition to the stranglehold, Watson squeezed her legs around her hated rival's waist, agonizingly scissoring Stewart.
"This is for last time, you tart!" the Brit hissed into her opponent's ear. "And as far as who the better woman is, you, I and everyone else in this room know that on your very best day, you can't hold a candle to me!" Kristen's only response was a gasping sob, as her arms slowly clawed haplessly at the air, as if she could somehow pull herself free by grabbing at nothing.
And then, those arms flopped down, and the embattled brunette's eyes fluttered shut, her face purpling from lack of oxygen, a trickle of drool from the corner of her lips. Knowing that victory is at last hers, Emma gives a satisfied smile and purrs, "Rule Britannia!"
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Nice one, JJ! Love the waist scissors / sleeper combo.
Thanks for sharing.
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Sorry, she's a cutie but I have no idea who she is.
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Sorry, she's a cutie but I have no idea who she is.
Nor I.
-JM
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She's Angie Varona. Here's her Insta: https://www.instagram.com/angievarona/?hl=en
I guess she's not really a celeb, but still. I think she'd be perfect in a story someday. :p
Wow, Angie Varona. I've thought about several scenarios, but nothing recent. Talk about a name from the past. She was a minor "internet" celebrity who's pictures of her two best assets got her golden status online. She then went on TV and cried about how she was being bullied and that her life was horrible because of all these pictures of her online, then after her 15 minutes was up she went back to doing the exact same thing that made her famous (or infamous?) in the first place.
She may not be a full blown celebrity, but I mean she's famous, so that counts. I'd love to see her in something, or whip something up sometime. Off the top of my head I have several ideas, including if you wanted to stay in the realm of "minor" celebrity status, a good fight for her would be Lia Marie Johnson of course.
I like the way you think and write Nicole!
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Sorry, she's a cutie but I have no idea who she is.
Nor I.
-JM
She's Angie Varona. Here's her Insta: https://www.instagram.com/angievarona/?hl=en
I guess she's not really a celeb, but still. I think she'd be perfect in a story someday. :p
Put her up against another "kinda-celeb". Maybe someone that's Instagram famous, like she is. Can I suggest Russian Instagram model Anastasiya Kvitko? https://www.instagram.com/anastasiya_kvitko/?hl=en
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Jennifer and Drew wanted to fight. They were glaring at each other all night dressed in their beautiful gowns at the Oscars after party. " Come on you big ass bitch lets see how tuff you really are", shouted Drew. " You little blonde slut, I'll rip that dress right off of you right here," replied Jennifer. They charged each other grabbed each others hair, fell to the floor, each now tearing away at the others expensive designer gowns. The crowd let them rip away at each other for about a minute. Both women now were stripped to the waist before a few men in the crowd pulled them apart. "Let us go at it, said Drew, I'll kill that Puerto Rican whore." "Let me go, I'll rip her tits off", responded Jennifer. "If you two really want to settle this, why don't you do it in a topless boxing match to a knockout, replied a gentleman in the crowd. The girls quickly agreed..BOXING MATCH to follow.
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The ladies had agreed to the topless boxing match following their brief clothes ripping altercation at the post Oscar's party. They would fight 2 minute rounds, 1 minute rest period, until one fighter was knocked out. Everyone, including the fighters, expected a short fight. One of the girls would land a good punch that would finish her opponent. No one, Lopez and Barrymore included, expected this. The women had fought 7 grueling rounds. Each woman had knocked the other down 3 times during the fight, but no knockout had been scored. Drew and Jennifer, sat in their corners awaiting round 8. They were both gasping for breath, their bare chests heaving frantically, sweating profusely, eyes swollen, and boobs crimson and sore. The girls were asked if they wanted to call it a draw. "NO way, no one is stopping this", replied Drew. "We fight to the finish," responded Jennifer. As the girls answered the bell for round 8 it was obvious that the fighters could barely lift their arms and throw any punches with any real power behind it. Yet the ladies fought on, basically holding on to each other for support, each throwing light body jabs as they were locked in the clinch. It looked like that it would simply come down to which girl would collapse from sheer exhaustion. With 30 seconds left in the round Drew let out a scream and with any strength left pushed the older Jennifer into the corner. Jennifer gasped, Drew backed off and threw a couple of punches to Jennifer's body. Jennifer went down for the count, it was finally over.
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Katie Cassidy vs Scarlett Johansson
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The blonde dragged herself across the penthouse floor, carpet burning her flesh as she sought escape. Just where she thought she could escape to was an unanswered question, but clearly her 'fight or flight' instincts had tilted to the latter.
Scarlett's hopes were dashed as she suddenly felt a pair of hands firmly grasp her ankles, lifting her legs up off of the floor and spreading them wide. Taking her time and letting the tension mount, Katie's face remains impassive, even as she finally draws back her right leg and then launches a kick, punting her foot hard into the delta between her opponent's thighs. Johansson let out a howl of anguish, then buried her face into the thick carpeting to muffle her cries. Moving deftly and methodically, Cassidy bends her adversary's legs back at the knees, crossing her ankles as she presses them down to the back of the blonde's thighs. Katie then presses a knee down upon Scarlett's ankles to keep her legs firmly pinned down, and she reaches forward, grabbing the embattled beauty by her tangled mane of golden hair and yanking her head back. She then slipped her two index fingers into the corners of Johansson's mouth, fishhooking her and tugging her lips into a twisted rictus. "Smile pretty for all of the nice people, creampuff," Katie sneered. Tears tinged with black eyeliner streaked down Scarlett's face as her helplessness was displayed for all.
The two beauties had been engaged in a war of words for weeks leading up to tonight, with Katie asserting that she not only would beat Scarlett, but prove her complete superiority over her. Johansson scoffed; after all, wasn't she one of the most successful combatants in the elite celebrity catfight league? No, she was certain that she would have little trouble putting this mouthy bitch in her place. Their battle began evenly enough, with Scarlett getting plenty of offense. But slowly, then steadily, Cassidy began taking the upper hand, until ultimately she was in total command of the fight. It was then that she began to systematically dismantle Johansson, first as a wrestler, then as a woman, until ultimately the celebrated blonde was reduced to a quivering, blubbering shadow of her former self.
Now, spent and helpless, her lush body wracked with pain, Scarlett began to frantically tap at the floor, signaling her submission. But Katie would have none of it. "Oh no, precious, this only ends when I say it does." She continued to make the blonde squirm in agony for another minute or so, and then she released her and rolled Scarlett over onto her back. "Since we have a new Queen," Cassidy coolly said to her conquered rival, "it seems only fitting that I have a throne, doesn't it?" Johansson's teary eyes widened in horror as she saw her tormentor's rear end descend upon her, Katie's facesit covering the blonde's face and smothering her into unconsciousness while the triumphant brunette basked in the cheers and applause of the onlookers.
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The length thing is merely a suggestion not a rule. And pretty sure I can speak for most when I say, keep them coming!
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Nicole, that...was...EPIC!!! ;D
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Great stuff Nicole! Tag team stories are great we could use more of them. Here's another one featuring Jennifer
Jennifer Lawrence vs. Brie Larson
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Jennifer Lawrence had been waiting to get her hands on Brie Larson the girl that beat her for the Academy Award for Best Actress. This time instead of being dressed in elegant gowns, both actresses had sexy skintight lingerie on. Jennifer came in confident, Brie showed surprising feistiness and, to the surprise of many in attendance, actually seemed poised to move in with the killshot and beat Jennifer both on the stage AND in the ring.
Brie thought she had the match won as she locked the weakening Jennfier in a tight bearhug as she prepared to throw her down to the mat in a finishing belly to belly suplex. But Larson got cocky as she took her time parading Lawrence around the ring with a big smile on her face. “Any last words, Katniss??” Brie sarcastically said with spite. But Jennifer was playing possum, and just before Brie finished the job, the Hunger Games star swiftly squirmed out of the bearhug, quickly inched herself up Larson’s body to wrap her arm around her neck and whispered in Brie’s ear “Got ya, bitch” before slamming herself on the mat backfirst taking Brie’s head with her for a brutal DDT that had everyone, most of all the now unconscious Larson, in total shock.
Brie remained on her stomach out cold as Jennifer labored to her knees, turned her finished opponent on her back and send a vicious backhand slap to her face before plopping her voluptuous ass right on Larson’s zonked out face. It was an easy 3 count as Jennifer posed atop of the conquered award winner like she was a throne. Poor Brie was certain she had the victory before actually winning the match, and that arrogance cost her badly. Adding insult to injury, Jennifer rubbed her ass on Brie’s face and posed for the cameras and audience before rising to her feet and walking out in victory.
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Eliza Dushku vs Rose McGowan
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"Nooooooooo!" Rose wailed in defiance. But Eliza, in complete control, purred, "Ohhhh, yes!"
The redhead's body was bent backwards over her tormentor's bent knee, her spine arched in a way that nature abhors. As her lithe body was wracked with pain, her mind had to be a swirling cauldron of regret, for she had the fight as good as won mere minutes ago; McGowan had Dushku pinned helpless beneath her, and was well on her way to breast smothering her rival into defeat. However, Rose's ego got the better of her, and she decided to "play" with her prey a bit longer, and let Eliza catch her breath. That was all that the brunette needed to find the means to escape and turn the tide, and now Rose was paying dearly for her hubris.
Now, to add to McGowan's anguish, Dushku continues pressing her left palm down on her adversary's chin, while her right hand now moves toward her victim's groin. Rose's satin panties offer scant resistance against the agony as Eliza clamps on a clawhold over her womanhood, while still pressing both ends of her body down over Dushku's knee. The redhead lets out a bloodcurdling scream, but refuses to submit.
But that suited Dushku just fine. After another half-minute or so of the backbreaker, Eliza releases the hold and rolls her opponent limply off of her knee. Rose lay on her back, fighting back tears, as the brunette mounted her in a straddle, and then brought her chest down. "My girls might not be as ginormous as yours," the smiling Eliza says. "But I think you'll agree that they're more than spectacular enough to get the job done." And with that, she gave Rose a dose of her own medicine...tit for tat, as it were...and breast smothered her into oblivion.
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Amazing work, gang! Love all the stories. And I agree that tag teams are an awful lot of fun. One of my favourites I ever wrote was 2v2. But 2v2, 1v1, anything, and everything, in this thread, is spectacular. You guys rock!
Also, I agree with Eliza. Her girls ARE spectacular! :D
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Beth Behrs vs. Kat Dennings
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Beth Behrs had instantly regretted picking a fight with her big bosomed co-star. After Beth called her a tramp and attributed her entire career to those voluptuous breasts, which was partly true but nevertheless, Kat Dennings wasn’t going to let this jealous little twig mouth off to her regardless if what she said wasn’t totally false. Suffice to say, poor Beth didn’t stand much of a chance against her thicker opponent as Kat easily overpowered the thinner blonde in a very brief amount of time. After starting off things by ramming a cupcake from off the set right in Beth’s mouth to shut her up, Kat began gut-punching her co-stars tight stomach as Beth started squealing with the pastry still lodged in her mouth. To make a long story shorter, Kat would proceed to utterly wipe the floor with the previously mouthy Behrs showing everyone who clearly was the dominant girl in this friendship.
Now ready to finish Behrs off, Kat figured what better way to do it than with those infamous boobs of hers. Beth looked up in horror as, while she laid on her back already thoroughly beaten with now the cupcake thankfully out of her mouth but with icing and sprinkles all over her mortified face, she watched Kat crawl over her only to slowly lower those huge jugs right down on her face. Beth pathetically squealed and squirmed as Kat started THE breast smother to end all breast smothers. Wiping them across Beth’s face before slamming them down on her so that Beth’s head ricocheted between Kat’s mounds and the floor, poor Beth was completely helpless to stop the assault as her entire face was easily engulfed in Kat’s bosoms. While contuining the smothering Kat reached down to violently rip Beth’s fancy top to shreds then did the same to her silver bra unveiling her significantly smaller boobs to Kat and the still gathering crowd of cast and crew around the two actresses. Kat then started groping Beth’s much more modestly sized boobs, pinched and twisted her now erect nipples and even periodically clawed at them as all Beth could so was weakly resist underneath her bigger tormenter until she totally passed out from suffocation, humiliation and even a little bit of shameful pleasure.
Feeling her previously snappy co-star go limp below her, Kat climbed off Beth with a devlish smile on her face as she wasted no time in gripping the sides of Behrs’ tan short shorts and yanking them down and off her long legs. Dennings’ used the shorts to clean off her breasts and then tossed them aside to take a gander poor Beth. Being clad in now just a skimpy silver thong was bad enough for the passed out Beth, but to make the whole ordeal even more mortifying was the fact that there was a visible wet patch right in the crotch of the thong; no doubt a result of Kat’s fondling of her breasts. Kat couldn’t help but laugh when seeing her bratty friend’s wet thong as she reached down to grab Beth’s ankles and started dragging her limp body across the floor to her RV. “I think we’re done shooting for today.” Kat quipped with a proud smile. “Maybe this little princess will come in tomorrow with a less snappy attitude. Otherwise we can call this next episode ‘One Broken Girl’” The cast and crew laughed and cheered as Kat dragged Beth away and everyone had a great story to tell at the end of the day.
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Very nicely done, Xtra. :D
Beth Behrs vs. Kat Dennings
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Catherine Bell vs Christina Hendricks
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Christina let out a pained moan as Catherine tightened her bearhug, the redhead's 32FFFs pancaking against her rival's 34DDs. Already driven to exhaustion after a savage brawl between the two busty beauties, Hendricks was nearly paralyzed with agony as Bell's powerful arms tightened like steel bands around her, preventing the redhead from drawing a full breath. The brunette let out a smug chuckle as she felt the last of her opponent's power being crushed from her voluptuous body. All she needed to do is keep the bearhug in place a bit longer, and the redhead would be driven unconscious.
But that wasn't how Bell wanted to win. Indeed, from the moment the two women, garbed only in bikini briefs, squared off, they both knew how this must end. Suddenly releasing her hold, Catherine watches as Christina with a mewl collapses to the penthouse floor, flat on her back. Sitting in a straddle upon her rival's stomach, Bell pins the redhead's arms to the floor and lowers her upper body, until Catherine's breasts press down firmly over Christina's face, engulfing her in the cleavage of the cage of flesh. Hendricks squirmed with what scant power she had left, but to no avail. Bell's breasts proved too overwhelming, and Christina was quickly knocked out.
Rising up, Catherine proudly plants a foot upon her fallen foe's breasts and raises her arms in an Amazon's victory pose.
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anyone interested in writing a Hailee Steinfeld vs Bella Thorne? or Hailee Steinfeld vs Sophie Turner?
Excellent suggestions. I would like to see bella vs sophie as well.
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Abigail Breslin & Chloe Moretz vs Ariel Winter & Debby Ryan
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From the corner of her eye, Ariel could see her partner Debby in trouble, as Rear Naked Chokehold was strangling the redhead into semi-consciousness. Unfortunately, Winter had her hands full with Abigail, as the two buxom brawlers were hammering away at one another. This two-on-two team battle had been raging across the penthouse, but now it looked as if Breslin and Moretz...who had dubbed themselves the Blonde Bombshells...were nearing victory.
Ariel's worst fears were realized as Chloe, who had at last finished off Debby, turned her wrath on the brunette, stunning her with a double axe handle blow between her shoulder blades. Moretz then snared Winters in a Full Nelson, holding her fast as Breslin balled her fists and made her nemesis her personal punching bag. Abigail's fists sank deep again and again into Abigail's belly and breasts. Winter moaned and groaned from the pounding, hoping against hope for some miracle.
But no miracles were to be had. Having sufficiently softened up her adversary, Breslin brought an end to her beating, and Moretz released her Nelson. Next, the blondes pressed themselves against the front and back of Ariel, wrapping their arms around each other to execute a double bear hug. The brunette mewled in pain and gave wheezing gasps as she struggled for breath. Chest to chest with Abigail, she could see the leering face of her hated rival as their breasts mushroomed together, but it was the brunette who was suffering as Breslin thrust herself again and again into her opponent's chest, forcing more and more air from her lungs.
Finally, crushed into only the barest of consciousness, Ariel was released and allowed to collapse to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. Chloe then dragged the insensate Ryan across the carpet and threw her over her partner. Then Abigail bellyflopped down on top of the pair, followed by Chloe, as the brazen blondes went for a 'monkey pile' pin on their challengers. Winter and Ryan were crushed beneath the weight of their oppressors, whatever last flecks of consciousness they were clinging to driven from their bodies by the victorious blondes.
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Entertaining but predictable. Winter and Ryan are about as soft as they come! ;)
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iggy azalea vs.nicki minaj.
After a match of back and forths, Iggy was getting tired. Desperate, she went for a high kick to Nicki's face. Nicki reeled back to dodge it.. barely. Iggy's foot clumsily missed, she felt a sudden blunt fist smash her nose. "ahh!" shouted iggy as both hands rushed to her nose as it began to trickle blood. Her true demise then set in as she was given a humiliating kick to her pussy. Nicki then pulled hardly up on Iggy's shorts, giving her a painful wedgie that rode high into her thick ass and groin. "i've had enough." said Iggy. "i'm aching.. you're a badder bitch". Nicki let go and pulled Iggy's head up into her tits. Smothered til she almost passed out, Nicki pushed Iggy to the ground. "I need you awake for this" said Nicki as she bent Iggy over and began spanking her pale white ass..
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I have been following this thread since it started and have been meaning to post to this thread since it's been up, but have never appeared to have the time. But, I finally found a little free time to post SOMETHING on here and hopefully people enjoy it. It's not as brief as I planned on it, but it's a pretty exciting bout (hopefully the first of many between these two) and with luck, I'll be able to post more in the future! Please let me know if anybody has any thoughts or ideas on it, but here you go:
Katy Perry versus Kate Upton
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It had been a wild battle between Katy Perry and Kate upton within the confines of the penthouse that the two had rented for the occasion, though the loser would be paying for the rental AND any damage that had been incurred throughout the evening. As the battle was winding down, it was clear that the bill would likely be extensive. Ripped curtains, cracked sliding glass door, ruined table, fractured flat-screen television, damaged bookshelf and a broken bed, upon which the two of them were currently battling.
The frame wasn't prepared for the pressure it had been placed upon throughout the night and you could hear the loud creaking of the mattress as both of them battled on their knees. Currently, it was the primary point of contention between them that was in the process of competing and that was their massive, firm and proud chests. Both of them were on their knees, with their surprisingly strong arms wrapped around each others midriffs as they glared into one another's eyes with pure enmity, spitting out insults and taunts towards one another. Sweat made their bodies glisten under the overhead lights as the two of them were wearing only a pair of panties (Katy with a red silk pair and Kate with a bright pink pair) as their tops had been ripped off long ago. Kate and Katy were pressing together chest to chest, grinding their gurls together as they rotated their shoulders and boxed their boobs together. Loud clapping sounds could be heard as their titanic tits collided repeatedly, with loud breathy grunts, squeals and shouts accompanying each shot. Blinking in apparent exhaustion, the two of them slammed their breasts together, trying to pancake the pair of the other and knock each other backwards.
Neither of them wanted to give in or retreat, letting their rival win in a battle filled with so much hatred and pride. The two of them had been comparing their assets for weeks now, finally deciding to meet to settle things. After such a war of attrition, both of them sensed the other on the verge of giving up, but if anybody had been present, it wasn't clear on whether to bet on blonde or brunette at this moment. In the next, the betting line became more likely as Katy suddenly lunged forward on her knees and with a lunge forward, sent Kate sprawling towards her back. Eyes flashing with what looked like triumph as she bellowed with excitement as her tits knocked Kate to her back, Katy lunged forward to try to pin Upton down on her back, with one hand shooting for her blonde hair and the other gripping Kate's wrist to pin it down above her head.
Kate bit her bottom lip in frustration, eyes still fiery as she shot her other hand up to grip Katy's dark raven tresses as she planted her feet to try to dislodge her rival. Perry did her best to ride out the bucking and twisting, but was unable to hold onto Upton as she toppled to the side and unfortunately, crashed right off of the bed with a loud THUD! Katy landed on her side, groaning out loudly as she shook her head and massaged her mammaries, trying to push herself back upright using the bed. Kate lay on her back, her throbbing jugs heaving in and out, taking in some deep breathes as she looked over at Katy, who was pulling herself upwards. Upton blinked, knowing she couldn't allow that to happen as Perry has her back to her for the briefest of moments and Kate pounces!
Kate reaches for Katy's hair, giving it a savage YANK as she slams her head back to the mattress with a soft crash,with Katy's legs underneath her as she falls to an uncomfortable position, sitting on her ankles with a yelp! Kate snarls as she leans forward, going to wrap her arms around Katy's head with a squeeze as she leans her entire body weight, enjoying the look of horror on Perry's panicked features before her cleavage swallows her face up. Kate leans forward, going to push upwards on her knees, just giving herself additional leverage as she grips her wrist to tighten the hold and secure a snug seal with her sweaty chest on Katy's face. Katy screamed and cursed, but it was all muffled into Kate's conquering cleavage as she ground her gurls back and forth, not giving Katy a chance to breathe as she leaned forward. Kate licked her lips, feeling the fight and air leave her opponent, going to cinch her arms even tighter in this front sleeper as she kept her chest pressed SO tightly to Katy's face as she smirked, “Just give 'em a kiss to let me know that MINE are better and maybe I'll let you go, bytch! My boobs are best – just admit it, Katy!”
Katy appeared to accept the these terms as her head appeared to bob forward into Kate's chest a few times, but Upton did not relent as she kept scrubbing her jugs back and forth until Katy's struggled ceased and all movement came to a halt. Perry seemed to be completely knocked out as Kate released her and Perry puddled to the carpet, face a dark shade of red as Upton grinned, taking Katy's torn red bra which was on the nightstand to wipe off the drool and saliva on her cleavage. Smirking confidently, Kate announced to nobody in particular as it was just the two of them and an unconscious Perry wouldn't be able to appreciate it in a loud, sing-song voice and a thrust forward of her triumphant tits, “Looks like Katy Perry kissed my gurls and guess what? She liked it!”
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I have been following this thread since it started and have been meaning to post to this thread since it's been up, but have never appeared to have the time. But, I finally found a little free time to post SOMETHING on here and hopefully people enjoy it. It's not as brief as I planned on it, but it's a pretty exciting bout (hopefully the first of many between these two) and with luck, I'll be able to post more in the future! Please let me know if anybody has any thoughts or ideas on it, but here you go:
Katy Perry versus Kate Upton
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It had been a wild battle between Katy Perry and Kate upton within the confines of the penthouse that the two had rented for the occasion, though the loser would be paying for the rental AND any damage that had been incurred throughout the evening. As the battle was winding down, it was clear that the bill would likely be extensive. Ripped curtains, cracked sliding glass door, ruined table, fractured flat-screen television, damaged bookshelf and a broken bed, upon which the two of them were currently battling.
The frame wasn't prepared for the pressure it had been placed upon throughout the night and you could hear the loud creaking of the mattress as both of them battled on their knees. Currently, it was the primary point of contention between them that was in the process of competing and that was their massive, firm and proud chests. Both of them were on their knees, with their surprisingly strong arms wrapped around each others midriffs as they glared into one another's eyes with pure enmity, spitting out insults and taunts towards one another. Sweat made their bodies glisten under the overhead lights as the two of them were wearing only a pair of panties (Katy with a red silk pair and Kate with a bright pink pair) as their tops had been ripped off long ago. Kate and Katy were pressing together chest to chest, grinding their gurls together as they rotated their shoulders and boxed their boobs together. Loud clapping sounds could be heard as their titanic tits collided repeatedly, with loud breathy grunts, squeals and shouts accompanying each shot. Blinking in apparent exhaustion, the two of them slammed their breasts together, trying to pancake the pair of the other and knock each other backwards.
Neither of them wanted to give in or retreat, letting their rival win in a battle filled with so much hatred and pride. The two of them had been comparing their assets for weeks now, finally deciding to meet to settle things. After such a war of attrition, both of them sensed the other on the verge of giving up, but if anybody had been present, it wasn't clear on whether to bet on blonde or brunette at this moment. In the next, the betting line became more likely as Katy suddenly lunged forward on her knees and with a lunge forward, sent Kate sprawling towards her back. Eyes flashing with what looked like triumph as she bellowed with excitement as her tits knocked Kate to her back, Katy lunged forward to try to pin Upton down on her back, with one hand shooting for her blonde hair and the other gripping Kate's wrist to pin it down above her head.
Kate bit her bottom lip in frustration, eyes still fiery as she shot her other hand up to grip Katy's dark raven tresses as she planted her feet to try to dislodge her rival. Perry did her best to ride out the bucking and twisting, but was unable to hold onto Upton as she toppled to the side and unfortunately, crashed right off of the bed with a loud THUD! Katy landed on her side, groaning out loudly as she shook her head and massaged her mammaries, trying to push herself back upright using the bed. Kate lay on her back, her throbbing jugs heaving in and out, taking in some deep breathes as she looked over at Katy, who was pulling herself upwards. Upton blinked, knowing she couldn't allow that to happen as Perry has her back to her for the briefest of moments and Kate pounces!
Kate reaches for Katy's hair, giving it a savage YANK as she slams her head back to the mattress with a soft crash,with Katy's legs underneath her as she falls to an uncomfortable position, sitting on her ankles with a yelp! Kate snarls as she leans forward, going to wrap her arms around Katy's head with a squeeze as she leans her entire body weight, enjoying the look of horror on Perry's panicked features before her cleavage swallows her face up. Kate leans forward, going to push upwards on her knees, just giving herself additional leverage as she grips her wrist to tighten the hold and secure a snug seal with her sweaty chest on Katy's face. Katy screamed and cursed, but it was all muffled into Kate's conquering cleavage as she ground her gurls back and forth, not giving Katy a chance to breathe as she leaned forward. Kate licked her lips, feeling the fight and air leave her opponent, going to cinch her arms even tighter in this front sleeper as she kept her chest pressed SO tightly to Katy's face as she smirked, “Just give 'em a kiss to let me know that MINE are better and maybe I'll let you go, bytch! My boobs are best – just admit it, Katy!”
Katy appeared to accept the these terms as her head appeared to bob forward into Kate's chest a few times, but Upton did not relent as she kept scrubbing her jugs back and forth until Katy's struggled ceased and all movement came to a halt. Perry seemed to be completely knocked out as Kate released her and Perry puddled to the carpet, face a dark shade of red as Upton grinned, taking Katy's torn red bra which was on the nightstand to wipe off the drool and saliva on her cleavage. Smirking confidently, Kate announced to nobody in particular as it was just the two of them and an unconscious Perry wouldn't be able to appreciate it in a loud, sing-song voice and a thrust forward of her triumphant tits, “Looks like Katy Perry kissed my gurls and guess what? She liked it!”
Great story, well done, I love the description of how exhausting and sweaty the fight had become! Just one thing about the pics: those are not Katy Perry's boobs! It's a magazine's bad photoshop and it's hard to determine which parts of it are her body at all and which aren't. Almost everything has been edited, it doesn't look like her at all. Also, difficult to think of both those girls' chests as massive or even titanic!
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Flashback 2003: Kaley Cuoco vs Mila Kunis
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(In response to hundreds of requests...well, to be honest, no requests, but I figure someone would ask sooner or later...here is the origin of one of my favorite feuds. ::) )
It had been a contest that had left the onlookers awestruck and slackjawed. The two teenagers, only so recently having reached adulthood, were rookies in the elite celeb catfight league, but the performance of each of them tonight was nothing short of magnificent. Those lucky enough to have been in attendance will years later recall the violent electricity that coursed between the two young women like a crackling current. It was instantly palpable the moment they both entered the living room...almost a sort of chemical reaction between them. They hated one another at first sight, their bewitching eyes firing invisible daggers at the other, and that hostility only grew more intense as the fight wore one.
It was a grueling battle, waged to a savage stalemate from beginning to end, with neither able to hold the advantage for long. And that end now approached, as the two young beauties faced one another on their knees, their skimpy bikinis long since torn from their nubile bodies, their skin glistening with sweat as their chests heaved with their pantings for breath. Kaley and Mila had pushed themselves to the outermost limits of their endurance, and had each gone far past the point that lesser women would have given up. Now, with what scant power they had left in their sinews, they each reached for the slender throat of the other, wrapped their hands right around it, and began to viciously choke one another.
Their faces purpled and their eyes went glassy as the air was strangled from their lungs, yet still they fought on, each refusing to accept the possibility of the other claiming victory. They gasped and gurgled, their bodies trembling from the inhuman strain. And then, after what seemed an eternity, they both collapsed as one to the carpet, hands slipping free from throats as both Kunis and Cuoco passed out, their magnificent bodies no longer able to endure the demands of their indomitable wills.
They would go on to fight many, many times again in the years to come, both anxious to erase the stain of that first draw. Each would win battles, but the war would go on and on...
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I reckon it's time for another theme day, don't you?
Rather than select one single woman to write fights for, let's try something a little different.
This Wednesday, March 23rd, our 'Finish Her' theme is the Ladies of England! It could be any native daughter of Merry Olde England (and I'm even willing to cheat and allow lasses from Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland, too!).
There's certainly no lack of possibilities nor inspiration, so let your imagination roam free! :D
Cheers!
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I'm thinking Anna Popplewell (think that is spelled right ) would be nice and of course French born English raised Emma Watson.
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I don't think I'll have time to put something together but 3/23 is Karen McDougal's birthday so if someone is looking for an opponent for on of the Brits.... ;D
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What's better than one British based lass? Three of them - in a dangerous "Doctor Who" three way battle between:
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It's always a major topic of discussion between "Doctor Who" fans as to who is the best companion and although it's a debate that will continue, even next year when we have another new companion, but hopefully this will provide some more ammunition for the debate. I know it isn't the shortest, but I get carried away sometimes when it's a fun one to write, but hopefully the fans like it anyway! ;) Cheers and enjoy!
Karen Gillan versus Billie Piper versus Jenna Louise Coleman
Doctor Who Three-Way Companion "Time War!"
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For a major “Doctor Who” fan convention, some bright promoter (who certainly received a raise after this. Or should have.), came up with the idea of having three of the most prominent modern “Doctor Who” companions compete in a three-way bout for charity. After some promotion and polling, it was determined that the three companions taking each other on would be: Billie Piper (Rose), Karen Gillan (Amy) and Jenna Louise Coleman (Clara.) The results would be to determine who was the “best” of the modern companions and all three of them definitely wanted that title.
It was certainly one of the largest “Doctor Who” conventions in recent memory, with plenty of fans coming to see these three leading ladies of the science fiction shows history challenge one another to determine who would be considered the best. All three of them arrived, enthusiastically and wearing “Doctor Who” themed sports bras and shorts. Billie Piper had the word “Rose” written across her top in large pink letters with a rose logo emblazoned across her shorts; Karen Gillan had the “Girl Who Waited.” placed across her top and Jenna Louise Coleman had “The Impossible Girl” stretched across her chest. Fan excitement was at a frenzy, with plenty of signs in the audience supporting their particular favorite 'companion' and each girl had plenty of support from the crowd. Once all three girls were in the ring and the bell rang to announce the start of the match, the arena practically exploded!
Things started off fast and furious, with each fighter getting their spots in. With Karen so much taller than both Billie and Jenna, she was unfortunately the subject of a number of double-teams that had her dazed from the start. However, Karen was able to battle back as Billie and Jenna seemed unable to co-exist together for very long. It appeared the rumors of them engaging in wrestling on set back on the 50th Anniversary Special (Day of the Doctor) might just well be true after all. It was a wild back and forth bout, but after yet another impromptu catfight between Clara and Billie, Karen seemed like she might just triumph after all!
Karen had those insanely long legs of hers wrapped around Billie's head for a standing head scissors as she stood up straight, pumping one fist for the crowd. Looking around for Coleman, she didn't see her and so, she leaned down to wrap her arms around Billie's waist to lift her up for a “Pond Powerbomb”, named after her character on the show. Billie's eyes widened as she shook her head, trying to reach for Karen's gorgeous red hair to keep herself from being slammed to the mat but Gillan didn't look to give her a chance. Karen sat out and just slammed Billie to the canvas with a ring-shaking THUD that echoed throughout the ring. Piper was sent spasming as she was shoved to the side and Karen rolled her over for a pin.
But, as Karen got up to settle down for a pin, she finally located Jenna, but it was too late as Coleman launched herself off of the top turnbuckle for a perfectly executed drop kick with boots driving into Karen's face to send her crashing back to the canvas. Gillan fell back to the mats, head spinning as her legs, throbbing from repeated attacks throughout the canvas, struggled to push herself to her feet. Clara knew how dangerous Karen could be either standing or on the mats, made a mad dash for Karen's legs to try to apply a “Clara Cloverleaf”, also named after her character from the show. Gripping both ankles, Jenna bent one leg so that the shin of Gillan was behind the knee of her outstretched leg, with that leg being placed behind her armpit. Coleman then reached around the ankle, through the opening formed between Karen's thighs and locked her hands together tightly as she could. Jenna then stepped over, just like you would for a Sharpshooter or Boston Crab, then lowered her butt across Karen's spine and leaned back!
Karen was very proud of her legs, as well she should be, but they had been a frequent target tonight to keep her off of her feet. Now, it seemed, she was paying the price as her thighs were screaming in agony and Karen tried to resist. One of her best weapons was being used against her as she attempted to twist free, violently and desperately, using her height and size to try to escape. Jenna held on tightly, however and Karen was instead, forced to try to make her way towards the ropes. Karen crawled, inch by agonizing inch, dragging Jenna with her as she struggled to make her way to the ropes. The crowd cheering her on loudly as Karen refused to give up and finally made her way towards the ropes, fingers brushing against the strands but just as the crowd was on their feet, Jenna pulled her away from the ropes towards the middle of the canvas again. Karen wailed in shock and frustration, knowing her legs were in too much pain to make the trek again as she blinked and bit her bottom lip, deciding she didn't have any other choice but to TAP out wildly as Jenna beat Gillan by “Clara Cloverleaf” submission!
Coleman released her thighs and let her rival's legs thump painfully down to the canvas as Karen crawled away, massaging her throbbing stems. By this point, Billie had mostly recovered from the “Pond Powerbomb” and was back on her feet. Looking over at a dazed Coleman, still in shock from making Karen submit as she stood there, sweaty and tired from the effort, Billie launched herself forward for a quick knee lift up into Jenna's abs. Coleman doubled over as air rushed past her lips and Billie reached down for Jenna's brunette tresses, going to tug her head between her thighs to prepare for the “Rose Planter” (Pedigree). Piper took a moment to play up to the crowd as she pumped her fist into the air and then reached down for Coleman's arms, which had wrapped themselves around her waist.
Billie went to slam her forearm down against Coleman's back to soften her up, but before she could, Jenna straightened up and then flipped Piper over her head with a Back Body Drop that sent Piper high up into the air, but then gravity took over as she came back down to Earth and the canvas with more ring-shaking force. Billie lay on her back for a moment, chest rising and falling, wind knocked out of her as she tried to catch her breathe, but that was something Jenna wasn't interested in allowing to happen. Coleman dropped to a knee for a moment, sweating and breathing hard herself from the exertion as she pushed herself wearily back to her feet, turning around to see Billie on her back. Staggering forward, Coleman then dropped her rear down across Piper's face for a facesit, which the fans had dubbed “Impossible to Escape!”, after her character on the show.
Whether that was true or not, Billie intended to find out as she slapped, pushed and shoved at Jenna's posterior, attempting to dislodge it from her face. Billie twisted and squirmed, kicking and bucking, making it impossible for the referee to count it as a pin, even as Coleman's thighs pressed on either side of Billie's face to maintain her perch. Jenna reached down with one hand to hold onto Billie's blonde hair to keep her pressed underneath her posterior and the other hand reached down to give one of her breasts a rough squeeze to try to distract her as well, with the combination of both making it even more difficult for Billie. Jenna scrubbed her butt back and forth, going to press her butt back into Billie's rapidly reddening features and cut off her air as quickly as possible. Jenna even bounced a few times to daze Piper, sending her back to the canvas as she was finding the name of the maneuver eerily accurate.
But, as Billie started to settle down and her shoulders started to brush the mats, Jenna had a better idea as she slid her shins underneath Billie's shoulders. Billie's shoulder's couldn't touch the canvas and Piper started to panic, realizing she couldn't count on a pin to finally end this torment. The ref checked thoroughly, but Billie's shoulders were off of the mats, so there was nothing he could do. Asking Billie about a submission only got muffled curses and squeals underneath Jenna's ass, but Jenna gripped one of Billie's wrist tightly to press it down between her chest and left one hand open, with only one avenue for escape.
Jenna smirked as she ground her butt down roughly into Billie's own sweaty features and felt Billie push at her posterior, fingers digging in and trying to push upwards, but even as she lifted Jenna's rear up slightly, Coleman just SLAMMED her butt back down into Piper's face to daze her even further. Piper yelped in pain and embarrassment, nose jammed up between Jenna's cheeks and unable to get air as she finally gave in, tapping against Jenna's thigh and ass to frantically submit. Jenna licked her lips, staying atop Piper for another few seconds as she gave Billie's chest one more squeeze and sway of her posterior across Piper's face, before getting to her feet - victorious!
After a war between three of the most popular companions in modern “Doctor Who” history, it had been Jenna Louise Coleman, the Impossible Girl overcoming what seemed like impossible odds at some points to secure a HUGE win today. Although the debate over the best companion was certainly not settled with this win and would be ongoing, Jenna KNEW in her heart that she was the best and at the moment, so did the fans as they chanted her name. Jenna jumped onto the turnbuckles, pounding her chest and bellowing with excitement as she soaked in the moment and excitement with her awesome triumph. No matter what – no TARDIS could ever take this win away from her, although judging by the looks on Karen and Billie's faces, they would certainly try. But, for this moment in time – one shining wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey moment - the best modern companion: Clara freaking Owald!!
Jenna Louise Coleman (Clara Oswald)
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Flashback 1965: Diana Rigg vs Claudia Cardinale
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"Nessun arresto!" the Italian beauty pleaded. "No...don't!"
"I'm afraid begging won't do you any good, dear," the British blonde replies in a confident tone. As she did so, Diana was slowly but successfully rolling the struggling Claudia over onto her stomach. Once that is achieved the Englishwoman, firmly holding her opponent's shapely legs in her hands, bends the brunette's body backwards in a Boston Crab. Cardinale howls in anguish, her hands clawing at the thick shag carpeting. Rigg's lips give a lopsided grin of satisfaction as her rival is reduced to helplessness. After only a few moments more of the torment, Claudia rasps, "Non più...Posso inviare!"
"The Queen's English, if you please," Diana smugly demands. With tears welling in her eyes, Claudia sobs, "No more, please...I submit to you!"
Rigg instantly releases her hold, letting Cardinale's legs flop to the floor. Placing a foot upon the rear end of her defeated adversary, Diana puts her hands defiantly on her hips and beams a smile of triumph as she declares, "Rule Britannia!"
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Natalie Dormer vs. Emilia Clarke
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The Game of Throne stars were once friends but lately have turned into bitter rivals. The tension between the two had gradually built up until they finally met in the ring as the confident Emilia Clarke, just deemed the sexiest woman from Esquire last year, against her fiery and motivated co-star Natalie Dormer. While the match was evenly contested and hard fought as expected between the two black lingerie clad women, Clarke’s slight over-confidence and Dormer’s drive to make a name for herself tipped the balance of power at the finish.
Natalie finally had Emilia in complete control as she locked in a brutal camel clutch submission. Clarke clawed and squirmed trying her hardest to hold out as long as possible but Natalie kept increasing the pressure; so much so that eventually Clarke’s upper body was bending backwards at an almost grotesque ankle. Natalie was a little impressed by her fellow Englishwoman’s will to stay in the fight as Emilia had been previously thought of as a jobber but it was clear she put work in before this match. Even with that preparation though Dormer she knew that it shouldn’t be long before she had this match won and done. To quicken the proceedings, Dormer kept Clarke in the extreme camel clutch with one arm while using her other arm to fly towards Emilia’s poking out breasts and start pulling, squeezing, clawing and twisted them without mercy. Emilia started screaming in pain, and it wasn’t too much longer before she finally tapped out and begrudgingly admitted defeat. But Natalie was so in the zone that she didn’t realize her opponent had tapped out as she continued the bending of her body and clawing of her breasts until poor Emilia passed out.
Natalie was tired but jubilated. She had certainly humbled her constantly praised co-star by not only beating her but making her tap out and quit. After shoving Clarke’s upper body to the floor and raising up in victory, Natalie would place her foot on Clarke’s plump sticking up booty and flex her arms as she stood victorious over the blacked out Clarke laying in a heap on her stomach; a real warriors victory pose if you will.
Jessica Alba vs. Kate Beckingsale: Jeans Match
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Jessica Alba did not take kindly to Kate Beckingsale’s pre-match remarks as the snotty Brit talked down to the popular American actress calling her a hack and a floozy. “You’re just like all these other American girls. Showing off their body to get asses in the seats yet can’t act to save your life.” Beckingsale sniped as Jessica looked on in frustration. Suffice to say that Alba had plenty of fuel to not hold back against her opponent from across the pond, and while Beckingsale was no automatic pushover because of the the exercise she had put in for all those Underworld movies, Alba was just as fit as her and with definitely a bigger chip on her shoulder.
The objective of the match was to strip the jeans off your opponent and both women tried in vain to yank each other’s pants off throughout the match but both quickly realized that, because of how tight each pair of jeans was, that this was effectively a KO match with the added humiliating at the end of being stripped to their panties. Beckingsale had started to regret what she had said previously Jessica as she had the English actress reeling…literally. After a neckbreaker, Kate stood on wobbly legs as she turned around only to be met with a jaw-breaking spear kick that connected with an audible clap and instantly dropped Beckingsale to the mat with authority. Alba, gleeful that she shut this haughty English bitch up, reached down and tugged Kate’s skintight black jeans down her legs and off to win the match.
The ref raised the victorious American girls hand high as Alba was about to leave the ring before noticing what Beckingale was wearing as her underwear: a skimpy pair of panties in the colors and pattern of the United Kingdom flag. Wanting to add some insult to injury for those obnoxious and unnecessary remakrs earlier, Alba stripped Kate of her panties as well before spitting a few times in them and shoving the garment in Beckingsale’s mouth as she remained unconscious and Jessica walked to the locker room a very proud American.
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Wow, so many great stories and by proxy, great writers! Loved the idea in the last match of the "jeans match" hope to see more gorgeous women take on this type of fight.
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Great work, my friends...England can be proud! ;)
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Bella Thorne vs Victoria Justice
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The brunette squirmed, struggling to break free. But her opponent kept her firmly pinned on her stomach with a knee planted against her back. Meanwhile, Bella's left hand cupped under Victoria's chin, and her right hand grasped her rival's right ankle. And with a wicked gleam in her eye, the redhead pulled, intent on making both ends meet!
Justice resisted with all of her fading might, but Thorne had all of the leverage she needed. Slowly, agonizingly, she pulled Victoria's leg back, until at last the poor girls toes were touching the top of her own head, creating a most imperfect...and torturous...human circle. The brunette screamed herself raw from the pain, and began slapping her palms furiously to the carpet as she shrieked, "Lemme go! I quit! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASE!!!"
But Bella wasn't willing to let her victim go just yet, and she continued torturing her for another ten seconds or so, until Justice was driven to the brink of unconsciousness from the agony. Only then did the ruinous redhead release her hold. Rising up, she placed a foot almost daintily upon the rump of her conquered foe and raised her arms to accept yet another in a string of triumphs.
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The battle had raged on for what seemed like hours to the two women but it was much more like 20 minutes…. Both of the women’s clothing had long ago left their bodies with the referee tossing the tattered rags to the horny crowd who devoured them like sharks in a feeding frenzy.
Every time it seemed like Lynna Nilsson was inches from victory, the experience of Karen McDougal would reverse the tides of the battle, with the brunette switching roles, taking the top position and letting the blonde have it.
Every time the American seemed to have the upper hand, it was the youth of the Swede that allowed her to escape just in time to extend the match, gaining control.
With both women near exhaustion, Lynna tossed Karen into the corner and started to work the lush body of the Playmate over with lefts and rights to the body. The older woman was showing the wear and tear of the prolonged battle, this looked like it was it for McDougal. In desperation Karen head butted Lynna, sending the blonde staggering back towards the center of the ring. Not taking a moment to rest the American charged at the Swede knocking the blonde down like a bowling pin.
Karen immediately went for the cover but the young blonde powered out once again at the two count. What was it going to take to put this young buck down? Karen thought to herself as she rolled off of Lynna and stood.
McDougal hauled Nilsson to her feet by the hair and whipped the blonde into the ropes. Bouncing off the opposite side of the ring, the brunette barreled down on the youngster at full speed. Leaving her feet, Karen damn near decapitated Lynna with an elbow to the head.
The young blonde was spread eagle, flat on her back. The move had taken quite a bit out of the older brunette who gingerly rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the corner of the ropes.
Using the ropes, Karen pulled herself to her feet. Glancing over her shoulder at the fallen blonde she knew that she had to end the fight right now! Placing her left foot on the bottom rope, the Playmate began climbing to the top turnbuckle. Turning to face the center of the ring, the brunette stood, balancing herself on the top rope. “That’s it bitch! Time to end this!” With a push off of her strong legs, the beautiful brunette flew through the air right towards her fallen opponent.
Karen sensed the something was wrong just as she left the top rope as she saw Lynna rising up onto her elbows. Things got much worse for the brunette when the blonde also picked up both of her legs from the mat. An evil grin crossed the blonde’s face as she watched the fear wash over the face of the brunette as she neared impact and couldn’t do a thing about it.
“OOOOOOFFFFFF!!!!!”
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Was the sound that could be heard even in the back row of the arena. Every molecule of air had been driven from Karen’s body as her belly made contact with Lynna’s out stretched legs. Her body just jack-knifed, suspended in air above the young blonde. The Swede showed the power of her own legs as she just held the Playmate up off of the mat.
The crowd just looked on in awe and wonder… Was she dead? They asked one another when Karen didn’t move.
Wanting to end this, Lynna just rotated her hips off to the side dumping the American’s body face down on the mat next to her. Karen’s body shuddered as she dry heaved and struggled to suck in some much needed air.
The young blonde rolled towards her foe coming to rest on her side. Reaching over with her index finger, she brushed Karen’s hair aside exposing the agenizing expression on her face. “What’s the matter honey? You look out of breath.” The Playmate was in capable of answering the cruel blonde… at least verbally. In her mind she had a few choice words for the Swede.
Flicking Karen’s hair to the side so she could keep enjoy the Playmate’s expressions, the blonde started running her hand over the brunette’s upper arms and shoulders. “So big, so strong with all these muscles… what could have happened?” she taunted as her hand now started tracing the outline of the American’s back.
Running her hand over the curve of Karen’s lower back she stopped when she reached the Playmate’s ass. “Not too bad for an old hag.” She teased as she slapped it playfully. “But not even compared to my fine ass.”
The burning pain in Karen’s belly was still there but she would not take any more from this little bitch. Still wheezing for air, the brunette tried to make it up to her elbows. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going bitch?” the blonde demanded one she felt Karen’s movement.
Kicking her long leg over the fallen brunette, the blonde sat on the Playmate straddling her ass. Grabbing hold of Karen’s dark mane, Lynna started pulling back on the American’s hair. “Fuck!” was all Karen could gasp as she felt the growing pain in her lower back. Interlocking her fingers under Karen’s chin, the young blonde really started ratcheting up the pressure on her victim.
“Finish the bitch! Isn’t that what Jumpin’ Jack Flash says? Or something like that” Lynna said as the tears rolled down Karen’s cheeks. “Fuck off!” Karen spat defiantly. “OK, have it your way grandma!”
As Lynna pulled back with all her might, she slipped her long legs around Karen, locking her ankles in front. “Say good night!” the blonde said as she crushed the brunette’s badly damaged torso.
We don’t know if Karen surrenders or if she was even capable of speech at this time. One thing for sure was that the young blonde wasn’t even going to give her the opportunity too. This fight was over… the Swede had Finished her!
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Damn! Can't get the picture to post...
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Love Bella bending Victoria, Jack! Really hot and dominant finish :D Victoria makes a very good jobber
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Flashback 2006: Hilary Duff vs Lindsay Lohan
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Sitting upon her opponents's back, Hilary pulls Lindsay's head up and back with a handful of hair close to the roots, causing the redhead to shriek in pain. It had been a grueling brawl between the two bikini-clad arch-rivals, but for the last few minutes control of the fight had firmly been in Duff's hands. Still yanking Lohan's head back, the blonde slammed her right forearm down across her adversary's breasts, pounding breath from Lindsay's already heaving lungs.
Releasing her hold, Hilary rises up and pulls Lohan up with her by her hair. A knee to the belly forces the gasping redhead to double over, allowing Duff to shove her foe's head down between her thighs. Impishly, the blonde starts to lay stinging slaps to Lindsay's rear end, each spank drawing a yip of pain from the hapless girl. Then, Hilary wraps her arms around Lindsay's waist, and with an Amazon's roar, the blonde lifts her rival up, until Lohan's feet are pointed to the ceiling.
Hilary then suddenly sits down upon the carpeted floor, bringing Lindsay down with her for a piledriver. The crown of the redhead's skull spikes into the floor, bearing the full brunt of the impact. She is left barely conscious as her body flops limply to the floor.
But the match doesn't end there....
The two hated rivals had a special stipulation, and Duff now intends to fulfill it. She drags the whimpering body of her nemesis across the penthouse floor into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. The muffled sound of running water is heard by the awaiting spectators, one of whom inquires as to what is happening. "Oh, don't you know?" responded the well-known actor sitting next to him. "Those two have always been taunting the other about their hair color. You know...redder is better, blondes rule, that sort of thing. Well, they agreed that the loser of this match has to take the winner's hair color and wear it for ten years!"
With that, the washroom door opens, and out triumphantly struts Hilary, a wide smile of satisfaction beaming upon her angelic face. A minute or so later, leaning heavily upon the door jamb to keep from collapsing, a tearful Lindsay emerges, the victim of an immediate hair bleaching.
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Love it! Let's see more Ariel from you! ;D
Decided to post this before I left for work (night shift, woooohoooo). I'm in an Ariel Winter mood so expect more shortly. :)
Ariel Winter VS Jennifer Lawrence
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Sophia Bush vs. Brittany Snow
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Both women wanted the movie part so much that they both agreed to a private apartment match to determine the winner and eventual leading star. The director along with some of the top crew were there to witness the catfight between the brunette Sophia Bush and opposing blondie Brittany Snow.
Sophia had controlled most of the fight throughout and now had Brittany on the edge of defeat as she sat atop of her opponent; both women had been stripped naked so that now Bush had her bare vagina smothering Snow’s squirming face. As Sophia started to grind her pussy on the gradually weakening blond’s face, she then took things a step further and reached down Snow’s body to start sensually fingering her upward facing pussy. Brittany started to groan in humiliation as her face was engulfed in her opponent’s increasingly wet crotch while her own crotch was being probed and violated and there was little she could do to stop it. Sophia would finally explode on Brittany’s face just as Brittany herself would orgasm all over Bush’s invading hand and the match was announced over.
Sophia, rising victorious and a new certified movie star, wiped her wet hand off with Brittany’s discarded pair of panties before shoving the soaked garment in her passed out mouth. Poor Snow laid on the carpet with her face covered in Bush’s juices and her mouth stuffed with her own juices-soaked panties as she brutally lost the starring role she strived so hard for while Sophia signed the contract of a lifetime.
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Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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The two lithe beauties grunted as they strained against one another, their arms raised and hands clasped together in a test of strength. After a long stalemate, sweat glistening off of their alabaster skin, Amanda slowly begins to lose ground. Michelle digs her bare feet harder into the plush carpeting, teeth gritted and muscles tensed as she gradually begins to force her rival backwards.
Finally, Seyfried is pushed back enough so that she bumps into the sofa (which was swiftly vacated by a pair of spectators when they saw the tide of battle turning their way). Instantly formulating a new strategy, the blonde sits down swiftly on the cushion, pulling her adversary toward her and throwing her off-balance. A heartbeat later, Amanda lashes out with her right leg, her foot punting up between Michelle's thighs and slamming into the triangle of thin fabric covering her groin. Trachtenberg's eyes shut tight and she gives a loud yelp from the sudden burst of pain. Pulling her hands free of her opponent's, Seyfried pulls her legs in and then thrusts them out, the soles of her feet smashing into the brunette's chest, sending her sprawling backwards to the floor.
Michelle lay curled up on the carpet, hands clutching her crotch, cheeks puffing in and out as she pants for breath, and moist tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Seyfried stands up from the sofa, almost casually shaking her hair and brushing errant strands away from her face. She then saunters with over-weening cockiness to her fallen foe, strutting triumphantly around her as a shark circles its prey, taunting the chestnut-haired beauty with, "Too bad, so sad...you were soooooo close, Mish. Maybe now you'll realize that I am so much better than you. Here, let me help you learn than." Reaching down, she fills her fists with her adversary's long, tangled hair and begins to haul her back up to her feet.
For all of their many confrontations, Amanda seems to have never learned the lesson that her nemesis has remarkable powers of recuperation. Had she struck swiftly, the blonde almost certainly could have overwhelmed Trachtenberg and won the battle. But by taking the time to taunt her, she simply gave Michelle the small window of opportunity she needed.
Seyfried learned that to her horror as suddenly her world exploded in agony, courtesy of the upward forearm blow which Michelle delivered to the blonde's own groin. Now it was Amanda's turn to have her face twist into a mask of pain, her hands massaging her throbbing nether region, her knees bent in almost comically. Flush with adrenaline and powered by intensity, Trachtenberg climbs back up to her feet and slips behind her rival. Wrapping her arms around Amanda's waist, with a grunt she lifts her up, and then brings her down again...with the blonde's groin smashing into the brunette's outstretched knee! The impact sends Seyfried sailing forward, where she crumples to the floor.
There she lay, the side of her face pressed to the carpet, lower lip quivering as she fought back tears, arms splayed to her sides, her knees under her, and resultingly her rear end thrust up into the air. Michelle takes that as an invitation to deliver a kick with such force, Amanda flips over onto her back. Grabbing the blonde by her ankles, Trachtenberg lifts and spreads her legs. Realizing her peril, Amanda's open palms window wash the air as she whimpers, "No...please...!"
But the brunette ignores her pleading, coolly saying, "You want to mess with the honey pot, you've got to expect some bees." And with that, Michelle begins to stomp her heel again and again into Seyfried's groin, and within seconds the blonde is shrieking "STOP! I GIVE UP! SHTAAAAAAPPPP!!!"
Contemptuously dropping her defeated rival's legs, Trachtenberg walks to Seyfried's side and places the ball of her right foot squarely between the tear-filled eyes of the blonde as Michelle strikes a victory pose.
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A bounty from the Big Fan!
A friend of mine who is a terrific writer of fight stories has come up with a couple of pieces for the Finish Her thread, and he's asked me to share them, which I most happily am! Let's all welcome the work of Big Fan! :D
Sigourney Weaver vs Susan Anton circa 1980
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The apartment in New York had hosted many classics going back to Maureen O’Hara’s epic run of the 40’s into the mid 50’s. The fight was billed as Boa verse Python, there were none better with the legs than the six foot tall Weaver and the inch shorter Anton. For nearly three quarters of an hour the fans lucky enough to attend were treated to an epic match going back and forth as both women escaped what looked like could be the end for either of them several times.
The bikini’s they started in never stood a chance, they were just not made for this amount of stress being put on them. Now covered in sweat and carpet burns the blonde and brunette continued grappling on the carpet, it had been nearly ten minutes since either had stood up right. The fans so intent on the action have stopped cheering and watch in a silent thrall as they once again believe the end to be at hand.
Sigourney is on Susan’s back, legs wrapped in on the blonde’s own long limbs, but Anton still on all fours looks to have hope of escape. Suddenly though Weaver throws all her weight to the side and rolls Anton and herself face up on the carpet. That’s when Sigourney’s strong legs clamp shut like a bear trap on the blonde’s midsection, Susan groans in pain and maybe a bit of hopelessness of the first time. Susan’s hopes don’t rise as she feels Weaver’s left arms snake around her throat. Anton grabs the brunette’s forearm before she can cut off her air supply further with the choke hold.
Sigourney grinning now brings her free right arm around and claws into Anton’s under rated tits, Weaver whispers, “it’s only a matter of time now Susan.”
The blonde groans, either from the breast mauling, body scissors or the fact that she knows Sigourney is right. Susan has to allow Sigourney to do her worst to the blonde’s breasts, she can’t hold off the powerful brunette’s arm with just one hand. Susan cries out in pain as Sigourney begins flexing her legs sending the pain in the blonde’s sides pulsing through her body. Seconds turn into minutes, and still Susan squirms and thrashes trying to escape the deadly embrace. Sigourney works the multiple holds waiting for the blonde to succumb.
Susan desperate reaches with her right hand to try and stop the attack on her tits, but that was the final fatal mistake. Sigourney’s forearm closes around her throat, and the brunette brings her other arm up locking in a sleeper hold. It’s like watching a nature program as the blonde gives into the victor and the evitable ending. Anton doesn’t last long before her eyes close and darkness takes her.
Sigourney waits a moment before releasing the body scissors, the brunette now smiling broadly as she hooks her heels inside the comatose blonde’s legs and slowly pulls them apart. As expected every camera man there for every trade magazine rushes to snap the photo of Anton’s womanhood. After giving them time to snap off a full reel of film Sigourney tosses the defeated blonde off to the side, Susan laying face down motionless and a tired and sore brunette stands and places a foot on Susan’s upturned rump for a few more victory photos.
Morgan Fairchild vs Valerie Bertinelli Circa 1980
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Rookie Valerie Bertinelli was in over her head from the start, her apartment wrestling manager would be fired after this fight.
Morgan stomps away at the balled up brunette, who thought the nineteen year old would be a good match for one of the wickedest veterans around was what most were thinking. Fairchild had ten years more experience and it showed, Morgan walks over getting a drink of champagne from a fan and even flirts a bit before she turns her attention back to the mewing brunette.
Bertinelli in only her second fight was clearly not ready, she had lost to Joyce Dewitt of Three’s Company in a more competitive match. Morgan out pushing her new show Flamingo Road, was in an especially evil mood tonight. Valerie made the mistake of thinking since Fairchild had stomping her the fight might be over or she was at least save to roll to her back and try to catch her breath. The youngster never sees the blonde coming, her first clue is when her legs are lifted off the carpet.
Morgan holds the quivering legs in a loose ‘V’ as she looks down taunting the poor newcomer, “No prom sex for you honey.”
Fairchild plants her foot on Valerie’s girly bit and pulls up on her legs as she pushes her foot down on the gas pedal. Valerie begins pulling at her own curly brunette hair as her neither region explodes in pain, she doesn’t last long, screaming, “I QUIT! I GIVE…PLEASE STHHAPP!”
Fairchild laughs, “Well that was simple. Maybe you’re not cut out for this line of work Val.”
Morgan grinds her foot showing no sign of relenting, as she taunts Bertinelli further asking if she ever felt anything like the pain she’s feeling now.
The crowd parts as a smallish blonde steps out front, Cheryl Ladd hands on hips demands, “Let her go Morgan.”
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Fairchild’s eyes flash seeing her hated rival, but now is not the time to start something with the Charlie’s Angel star. Tossing Valerie’s legs aside Morgan walks over taking a drink off the tray a waiter holds, to the crowd she says, “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
Without warning she tosses the champagne into Ladd’s face, the golden liquid splashes everywhere soaking the white top Cheryl is wearing. Before a new less official fight can start several of the men move between the stars, Cheryl trying to push her way through to get at the laughing Morgan. Cheryl screams she’s going to kill the other blonde, but Fairchild decides now is the time for her exit and departs leaving a destroyed opponent and a wet and hostile opponent in her wake.
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Michelle Trachtenberg vs Emma Watson
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Michelle grunted in effort as she squeezed her legs around Emma’s neck in the middle of the ring. After she had stepped up to defend America’s integrity against this snobby Brit, a long back in forth battle between the two of them had occured, their thin black and pink lingerie soaked with sweat. Yet as Emma laid next to her on the floor, pathetically tried to pry Michelle’s scissors off, victory will soon be hers. The paddle that Emma so arrogantly demanded hanged above the turnbuckle, and would soon become very familiar with Emma’s behind. Emma knew this and she desperately tried to pull Michelle’s legs apart, but they were too strong and soon her vision became blurry. Michelle laughed as she sensed this and said.
“Whats wrong Princess? Realizing now that American girls are more than you handle?” Michelle laughed again and squeezed even harder. Emma at this point had given up trying to pull her legs apart and Michelle smiled, victory surly hers. Yet Emma was not about to let an inferior American beat her so, and she it was time for her to learn respect.
With one last grunt of effort, Emma repositioned her feet, and stood up suddenly, bringing a shocked Michelle up with her. Realizing that she was suddenly in a powerbomb position, Michelle loosened her scissors in an attempt to escape but Emma held on to her legs, a smile showing on her face, relief at the ability to breathe again. Michelle flailed her arms in desperation to escape, but Emma only laughed and said.
“Time for you to learn some respect tart!” And with that Emma brought Michelle down in a powerbomb with a loud SLAM! Michelle’s eyes widen in pain and shock, but Emma, knowing her opponent’s reputation, lifted her up again, and brought her down with another SLAM. then a final SLAM onto the ring matt, Emma bringing herself down with her.
Michelle was nearly knocked out as a result of this, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy as she groaned in pain and shock. Emma smiled at the result, and slowly and sensually crawled over Michelle’s body and grabbed her stirring face, bending over to Michelle’s ear and whispered.
“Rule Britannia.” At which Emma stood up and walked over to the turnbuckle, enjoying the cheers and boos as she walked up it, shaking her hips along the way, and grabbed the paddle. As Emma jumped back down, Michelle had recovered slightly and was slowly rising to her knees, when she saw Emma approaching with the paddle and fear clutch her at the implication of her lost.
Desperately, Michelle got up to her knees and tried to crawl out of the ring and she nearly made it to the ropes, however Emma grabbed her foot and dragged her to the middle of the ring as Michelle screamed. As Michelle turned to counter attack, Emma smacked the paddle against her head, stunning her totally.
Emma grinned at the moaning Michelle and slowly kneeled down and flipped Michelle on her stomach and lifted her up to her knees. Licking her lips, Emma grabbed Michelle’s panties and gave her a wedgie, showing off Michelle wonderful cheeks in full before bringing the paddle down onto them in a mighty SMACK.
Michelle woke up from her state and gave a shriek of pain, but Emma did not relent and she brought the paddle down again in a mighty SMACK, and again SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Michelle’s eyes brimmed with tears as the pain and humiliation washed over her, her attempts to break free futile by Emma’s hold.
Finally, with Michelle’s cheeks bright red, Emma brought down the paddle in a last SMACK, letting Michelle fall to floor. Michelle moaned and clutch her backside in pain, as Emma kicked her stomach a few times, forcing her onto her back. Emma then put her foot on Michelle’s face, and gave a victory pose saying.
“And that why British girls are the best!”
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Thank you Jackflash Jump and Big Fan! Love the Sigourney Weaver vs Susan Anton and Morgan Fairchild vs Valerie Bertinelli! Eagerly awaiting a Morgan vs Cheryl Ladd battle.
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Amazing work everybody! And Xtra... a Sophia Bush story? You're incredible! Loved it.
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Awesome stories, everyone; I can't stop reading them!
We need a Michelle Trachtenberg day. :P
I second that - who wouldn't want a Michelle Trachtenberg day in the near future? I also agree that there has been a LOT of awesome work in the threads lately and keep it up everybody!!
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Awesome stories, everyone; I can't stop reading them!
We need a Michelle Trachtenberg day. :P
I second that - who wouldn't want a Michelle Trachtenberg day in the near future? I also agree that there has been a LOT of awesome work in the threads lately and keep it up everybody!!
Well, far me it from me to disagree! Indeed, I'd love it if every day were Michelle Trachtenberg Day! :P
Realistically, I admit that, while she does have her partisans, she's probably not considered on the "A List" around these parts, so an entire day just for her might be a tad selfish on my part. However, I've got an idea on how to work around that issue to...I hope...everyone's satisfaction.
Watch for news on this soon. :D
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How about an Emma Watson day?
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Jamie Chung vs. Jaimie Alexander
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Jamie Chung had come in trying to intimate the unfazed Jaimie Alexander by playing up to the stereotype of being some kind of martial arts master based on her heritage. But as we all know, why they sometimes may be accurate in some instances, stereotypes are often nowhere near universal truth. Alexander also knew that, while Chung was of Korean descent, she was raised traditionally American and that that normally, when one feels the need to talk big, that usually means they can’t back it up. These two stereotypes, one wrong and one right, would collide in what would end up being a very one-sided affair.
Suffice to say that Chung turned out be bluffing her fighting capabilities; so much so that she was actually begging with Alexander to show mercy on her as she was thoroughly out-maneuvered and over-matched throughout the fight. To the surprise of everyone including Alexander, Chung seemed like a certified jobber more than any sort of fighter; a sheep in a lion’s coat if you will. Alexander had her way with the outspoken Korean American until she was flat on her back and Alexander was atop of a turnbuckle ready to pounce down on her defeated foe. Instead of going for a standard flogsplash, Alexander instead would attempt a moonsault which was a little more risky because of many fighter’s tendency to miss their mark either flipping backward too far or not far enough. But Alexander landed the move with perfection as she crashed onto her opponent’s bare midsection. Chung’s limps popped off the mat upon impact because landing back down on the mat spread eagled and practically asking to be pinned
Alexander grabbed one of Chung’s spread out legs and hooked it way far and back for a dominate pinfall. Poor Chung was still conscious but had no fight left whatsoever as all she could do was weakly turn her head from side to side and moan as she was supremely embarrassed not only to lose so decisively but to now have her leg yanked so far back showing everyone in the arena her spread private area in just her skimpy black pair of panties. The ref counted to 3 and Alexander, in a final display of dominance, placed her foot on Jamie’s bare belly for the classic victory posed atop her previously mouthy opponent as she withering in defeat.
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Great Story, I wish that sexy Jamie Chung had another hot Catfight against sweet Kirsten Dunst with much intertwined rolling down the floor Szenario by such hefty slapping and Hairpulling against eachother. Both Beauties would be shriek and wimpering by pain and fury.
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Here's your challenge, should you choose to accept it...
Tomorrow, Tuesday, will be the Girls of Buffy the Vampire Slayer Day!
There's Sarah Michelle Gellar, of course, and Alyson Hannlgan, Charisma Carpenter and, oh yes, Michelle Trachtenberg. Plus other lovely ladies who were both regular cast as well as guest stars.
This month marks the 20th anniversary of the broadcast of the first episode, so what better way to celebrate it than by having the Hellmouth girls lay some smackdown. Or will they be the ones on the receiving end? Only your imagination and talent knows for sure! :)
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I've got to have my yearly Buffy/Angel rewatch soon. lol
I'm actually well into one of my own on Netflix. :) Buffy S6/Angel S3. Nearly finished "Billy", then onto of of the best episodes EVER - "Once More With Feeling."
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Masterful work on the Weaver vs Anton matchup Jackflash. I like my fantasy based in reality and the outcome was very believable.
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Awesome stories, everyone; I can't stop reading them!
We need a Michelle Trachtenberg day. :P
I second that - who wouldn't want a Michelle Trachtenberg day in the near future? I also agree that there has been a LOT of awesome work in the threads lately and keep it up everybody!!
I'd rather be beaten to death with a thousand wooden spoons than ever see another picture of Trachtenberg.
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Awesome stories, everyone; I can't stop reading them!
We need a Michelle Trachtenberg day. :P
I second that - who wouldn't want a Michelle Trachtenberg day in the near future? I also agree that there has been a LOT of awesome work in the threads lately and keep it up everybody!!
I'd rather be beaten to death with a thousand wooden spoons than ever see another picture of Trachtenberg.
To each there own. Personally, I feel the same way about Emma Watson. But you don't see me lashing out at others for what and who they enjoy, do you?
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Awesome stories, everyone; I can't stop reading them!
We need a Michelle Trachtenberg day. :P
I second that - who wouldn't want a Michelle Trachtenberg day in the near future? I also agree that there has been a LOT of awesome work in the threads lately and keep it up everybody!!
Ah, yes, stating a contrary opinion is "lashing out." Sorry to offend precious little snowflake.
I'd rather be beaten to death with a thousand wooden spoons than ever see another picture of Trachtenberg.
To each there own. Personally, I feel the same way about Emma Watson. But you don't see me lashing out at others for what and who they enjoy, do you?
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Awesome stories, everyone; I can't stop reading them!
We need a Michelle Trachtenberg day. :P
I second that - who wouldn't want a Michelle Trachtenberg day in the near future? I also agree that there has been a LOT of awesome work in the threads lately and keep it up everybody!!
Ah, yes, stating a contrary opinion is "lashing out." Sorry to offend precious little snowflake.
I'd rather be beaten to death with a thousand wooden spoons than ever see another picture of Trachtenberg.
To each there own. Personally, I feel the same way about Emma Watson. But you don't see me lashing out at others for what and who they enjoy, do you?
Took me a second to find what I was meant to be responding to. Observing without comment...
And no offense at all. I can't be offended by an opinion which doesn't matter to me. But for the hyperbolic contribution which serves no purpose other than to dampen the enthusiasm of others, I stand by my characterization of it as "lashing out."
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Masterful work on the Weaver vs Anton matchup Jackflash. I like my fantasy based in reality and the outcome was very believable.
It was good, wasn't it? I'd love to take the credit for it, but I only posted it. It was written by my friend, Big Fan. Here's hoping he does more for the thread soon! :)
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Emma Stone
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Emma's screams filled the room, tears in her eyes from the unrelenting pain. Seated upon the floor, legs forced wide, she was faced opposite by her opponent, Sarah. The blonde was smiling as she pressed her feet against the inside of her adversary's knees, forcing her legs even wider, straining the redhead's hamstring muscles to the edge of snapping. Holding fast to Stone's wrists to immobilize her arms, Gellar knew it was only a matter of time now. Emma, foolishly believing she could find some way to escape, resisted the all-consuming desire to surrender. As the blonde had dominated their fight from the very outset, it's curious that Emma still believed she had some hope of turning the tide, but soon enough even that faint flicker was snuffed out, and she howled "I GIVE UP! PLEASE...LET ME GO!!!"
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UGGGHHHHHHH! Alyson moaned as Dianna added to the pain of her ankle lock on the redhead by cruelly bending her bare toes. With a smirk, the blonde sneered, "Feel free to beg for mercy anytime you'd like. Not that I'll show you any." But while Agron was taunting her seemingly helpless opponent, the wily redhead was plotting. With sudden cobra speed, she lashed out with her other leg, the sole of her foot smashing into the side of her tormentor's face. With a stunned groan, Agron let loose of Hannlgan's ankle and collapsed backward onto the carpeted floor. Ignoring her lingering pain, Alyson quickly scrambled up next to her adversary, pulling Dianna up to a seated position. Alyson then applied a seated abdominal stretch to her victim, adding to the blonde's torment with a clawhold to her belly; Agron's taut abs swiftly collapsed before the crushing power of the redhead's vaunted claw, and tears streamed down her face. Finally, Dianna sobbed her submission...but unfortunately for her, Aly wasn't interested in showing any mercy just yet....
Charisma Carpenter vs Jessica Simpson
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Arms like lead, Charisma and Jessica continued to throw sloppy punches at one another, leather smacking against flesh as beads of sweat sprayed from their topless bodies. It had been a grueling ten rounds of boxing between them, with Carpenter's Southern California Championship on the line. There were no points to be scored in this bout; one beauty would only win by knocking out the other...provided one or both didn't collapse from exhaustion first.
Suddenly, calling upon her last dregs of power, one of battlers unleashes a flurry of blows, her gloves smashing into her opponent's face, belly and breasts, until finally her limbs fall helpless to her sides, unable to give any more. But nothing more is needed as her target, glazed eyes rolling up in their sockets, sways uneasily for a few moments before collapsing backward to the mat like a felled tree. And with that, Simpson places her foot upon the heaving chest of the fallen Carpenter and lets the referee wrap her new title belt around her waist.
Michelle Trachtenberg vs Brittany Snow
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It couldn't have gone any better for the brunette if she had scripted it herself. True, Snow had given Trachtenberg a wild challenge that pushed both beauties to their limits, but the battle ended in victory for Michelle, as she finished off Brittany with a facesit. But things went from bad to worse for the blonde as she groggily regained consciousness several minutes later...only to find herself stripped naked. A handful of flaxen hair forced the whining Snow up onto all fours, and then Trachtenberg sat on her back, using Brittany's own bra as a bridle as she slipped the fabric between her hapless rival's teeth. Michelle, a mega-watt smile beaming, then forces the blonde to crawl around the room, giving the victorious brunette a horsey ride as if she were a triumphant Amazon queen. Holding her "reins' with one hand, Michelle used a wooden spoon she had retrieved from the penthouse's kitchen as a riding crop, smacking it against the sobbing Snow's bare buttocks to nudge her forward, as the elite spectators stood and applauded the spectacle.
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fantastic work, Jack! esp. the very humiliating post-match punishment of poor Brittany Snow ;D
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Great job Jack! Love seeing Diana getting beat up!
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Demi Lovato vs Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Demi's backhand blows cracks across Sarah's face, spinning the blonde around from the force of the slap. Stunned, Gellar staggers a few steps, but her opponent follows close behind. Raising her hands, Lovato rakes her nails down the blonde's bare back, causing Sarah to shriek. A hand on her shoulder roughly shoves the blonde around to face her opponet, and Demi viciously pinches both of Sarah's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting and yanking them. Gellar howls in torment,her legs buckling as she slowly drops to her knees, helpless.
In desperation, she brings her hands up, grasps Lovato's bikini panties, and yanks them down. Shocked by the unexpected tactic, the brunette instinctively releases her hold on her rival's nipples and grabs at her garment to pull it back up. Gellar uses this brief window of opportunity to grab Demi behind her knees and yank, pulling her feet out from under her and sending her crashing down onto her butt. A swift palm thrust to the chin lays the glazed-eyed Lovato flat on her back.
Standing up (and ignoring the still-throbbing pain in her bruised nipples), Sarah grabs her adversary by the legs and rolls her over onto her belly. Gellar then bends down to grab the brunette's wrists and yank her arms back, lifting her upper body up off of the floor. The blonde then presses her foot to the back of Lovato's skull and starts to push her face-down into the floor, stomping her again and again.
When the pounding finally ceases, a moaning Demi is badly stunned, leaving her ripe for her opponent to sit upon her back, cup her hands under the brunette's chin, and yank her head up. Lovato yowls in pain, while the blonde relentlessly pulls her back, sending jolts of agony through Demi's neck and spine. Finally, no longer able to withstand the torment, the brunette sobs her surrender.
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Thank you to all the wonderful authors sharing their stories. Bravo!!!
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Michelle Trachtenberg VS Scarlett Johansson
Scarlett Johansson ------------------------------------------------ Michelle Trachtenberg
5'3" ---------------------------------------------------------------- 5'7"
125lbs ------------------------------------------------------------- 130lbs
32DD-25-36 in ------------------------------------------------------ 32B-26-35 in
Magnificent work, Nicole...as usual! ;)
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Bella Thorne vs Lia Marie Johnson - Swimsuit Match
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Bella grunted as she pulled Lia Johnson’s legs hard in a Boston crab, who moaned in agony in response. Bella laughed at her struggles and taunted.
“Sorry Lia, should have realized what would happen when you mess with the Queen!!” Lia simply gave a pained grunt as she gritted her teeth trying to hold out as the female ref on the side looked for the tap. Bella smiled and gave a wave to Sophie Turner, who waiting outside the ring in shorts and shirt and cheering her on.
Bella was certainly pleased that her dominance in the arena was still uncontested, especially after what she and her friends did to “her”, some months ago. The thought of that moment brought a shit eating grin to Bella’s face and she pulled the Boston Crab even harder saying,
“So what do you say Lia? Do you give?”
“And become another one of your cronies?” grunted Lia, “Fuck you!” Bella laughed in response, before repositioning her into a one leg Boston so that one of her hands was free and sensually tiptoe to Lia’s crotch. Working her hands underneath Lia’s one piece, Bella started claw Lia’s womanhood saying.
“Fine then, it much more fun making you submit the hard way.” Lia gave a moan in response and frantically clawed at the mat of the ring in desperate attempt to break free as Bella’s hands did their work. Lia bit her lip, and tried to hold out, hoping that Bella would tire of her game.
Yet it was to no avail and now desperate to end the pain, Lia was about to cry her surrender when suddenly the crowd, which had been murmuring and booing at Bella erupted in wild cheers!
Bella turned her head around to see what they were cheering for, as did Sophie, when suddenly out of the ring arena came “her,” Chloe Grace Moretz, running out of the arena entrance in shorts and tank top.
After months of not showing herself, her appearance was a surprise to Bella, yet that surprise came with anger at the audacity for Chloe to come back. Giving an angered humph, Bella let go of Lia and motioned Sophie forward, who in turn start charging towards Chloe.
Chloe however was not going to be deterred and she struck Sophie with a running kick to the face, bringing her to the floor. Yet Chloe did not stop as she ran into the ring and got up to face Bella. Bella threw a savage right hook, yet Chloe did a sudden split, causing Bella to miss completely, before bringing her own fist up into Bella’s crotch. Bella gave a gasp and she held onto her womanhood, pain etched in her face as she hobbled away from Chloe and slumped against the turnbuckle.
“That’s a trick I learned from Miss Cassie Cage! Like it bitch?” said Chloe, with a smirk on her face, before running towards Bella and kicking her out of the ring. At which Chloe turned towards Lia, who was slowly getting up, and helped her to her feet saying.
“You alright? She can be quite brutal.”
“I’m fine” said Lia, “Thanks for the help! It came just in time.” They both smiled at one another, but Chloe’s smile ended when Bella, who had entered the ring, suddenly smacked Chloe in the back of her head. As Chloe reeled in pain, Bella keep hold of her hair and with an angry snarl, whipped Chloe out of the ring. Chloe fell the floor hard and was quickly beset on by Sophie Turner, eager to get some payback.
Satisfied that Chloe was going to be taken care of, Bella turned towards the middle of the ring, only to have Lia suddenly kick her in the stomach. As Bella reeled forward in pain, Lia forced Bella’s head underneath her arm, before raising her hand in the air and jumping the air, hitting Bella with a Implant DDT.
Bella recoiled in pain before slumping to the mat, her eyes closed and giving shallow breaths as Lia wrapped her legs for the three count. The female ref, while moderately distracted by Chloe’s appearance, did not miss this and she slid to the floor and smack it
“1….2…3!!!!!” The crowd went wild as Lia lifted off of Bella with exhilaration, almost shocked by her victory, as Bella slowly regained her senses. Outside the ring, Sophie was reeling from counter blow from Chloe and was about to retaliate when they heard the cheers and saw the result. Sophie was in shock at what had happened, and was dumbfounded for a second, before running to help Bella, who was rolling out of the ring.
Chloe on the hand, brighten up with a smile and she quickly entered the ring to give Lia a hug for the win. Lia enthusiastically returned the favor for a few seconds, before breaking off the hug and giving huge waves to the crowd along with Chloe.
Bella, being helped by Sophie, was limping out of the ring, looked at Lia with anger and resentment but most of all glared at Chloe with a burning hate in her eye for robbing her of her victory.
Chloe simply meet the glare, before winking with a smirk on her face and continuing to enjoy the celebration, saying to the crowd as Bella limped away.
“Well folks, looks like I’m back!”
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Demi Lovato vs. Victoria Justice
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Demi Lovato couldn’t wait to knock this cocky Stacy Kiebler-clone down a peg or two. With her long legs, tight jean short shorts and haughty attitude, Victoria resembled the former WWE diva that was nothing more than a sexy jobber for the fans to oogle at while she lay in defeat; usually at the very least stripped down to her bra and panties. As Victoria bent her long legs and stuck out her tight tush while entering the ring, just like Keibler would do, Demi didn’t waste a second to charge towards the completely unprepared Justice and proceeded to dominate the entire match in the short span of a couple minutes. It was after a perfectly executed belly to belly suplex when Demi effortlessly yanked one of Victoria’s long legs high and back for an easy pinfall victory that had Lovato barely even breaking a sweat. As the quickly humbled Victoria shook her head from side to side and weakly moaned as her leg was hooked in a very compromising position, Demi looked down at her and whispered in her ear “Don’t ever waste my time even stepping in the same ring as me, thanks sweetie.” in a condescending tone as she crudely pushed her leg down after the ref reached the 3 count.
But Victoria was about to waste more of Demi’s time as Lovato was celebrating around the ring with arm raised in victory, an embarrassed Justice would stagger back to her feet behind and, in true sore loser fashion, waited for Demi to turn around so she could slap her in the face. As you could imagine, this would backfire terribly for Victoria as not only would Demi duck under the slap but, as soon as Victoria turned back around to face Lovato in shock, her shirt would be gripped and torn completely off her body in a single tug. Justice let out a squeal as she covered her now visible breasts in her light blue bra, but that allowed the quick Lovato to move both her hands to the sides of her jean shorts and begin tugging them down her long legs. Poor Victoria would try retaining her shorts as she fell to the ground as a result of Demi’s tugging, but they were pulled completely off her legs seconds later as the embarrassed jobber was now clad in just her light blue bra, matching panties and her high boots. Before Victoria could even attempt to escape the ring in shame, Demi scooped the mortified brat over her shoulders before slamming her to the mat in a thunderous powerbomb that had Victoria spread eagled and knocked unconscious.
Now certain that she was not getting up for a second time, Demi planted her foot right on Victoria’s panty-clad pussy and flexed her arms in absolute victory. Poor Victoria had not only been pinned with ease before, but was now left squashed like a pancake and stripped of her clothes. It was another jobber destroyed for Demi and another helpless defeat for Victoria.
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Good stuff! Love your style, babe.... ;)
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Anna Kendrick vs Allison Brie
Good job Scratchy. That was a nice little fight about one of my favorite matchups.
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Thanks for really good work! I think that Barbara Palvin getting smashed by Iggy Azalea would be incredible! Love it!
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nice work
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Flashback 2001: Sarah Michelle Gellar & Alyson Hannlgan vs Katie Holmes & Michelle Williams
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UGGGHHHHHHFFFFFFF! Alyson grunted in pain as Michelle stomped her foot down into her belly. The blonde had been focusing on the redhead's much-vaunted abs for the past few minutes, softening her tummy up. Now, Williams dropped to her knees alongside her prone adversary and sunk both hands into Hannlgan's stomach, her fingers kneading the battered muscles with a double clawhold, causing Aly to shriek in anguish, her body very nearly paralyzed from the pain.
On the other side of the large living room of this Bel Air mansion, Michelle's partner, Katie, was likewise enjoying control over her opposite number. For the past three years, the "Buffy" team of Gellar and Hannlgan had been the uncrowned Queens of the WB, dominating all comers in two-on-two cat brawls. But now the "Dawson's Creek" duo of Katie and Michelle seemed on the verge of toppling their rivals from their throne. In a magnificent display of raw power, Holmes had the lithe body of her opponent draped over her shoulders in a torture rack, and the brunette paraded the blonde around before the assembled spectators like a triumphant Amazon empress with a trophy of war. Sarah's anguished sobs and screams filled the air.
Finally, the Dawson's Duo went in for the kill. Katie let Sarah slide off of her shoulders to the floor. She and Michelle then pulled their battered opponents up and tucked Sarah and Alyson's heads between their thighs while wrapping their arms around Gellar and Hannlgan's waists. With small grunts, Holmes and Williams hoisted their rivals up, holding them upside down for several long moments. Sweat glistened across the bodies of all four battlers as Sarah and Alyson, squealing in panic, kicked their legs, but to no avail. Then as one, Katie and Michelle dropped to their butts, executing simultaneous piledrivers.
Gellar and Hannlgan were unconscious before their ragdoll bodies flopped to the carpeted floor. The triumphant battlers stood up and, in a show of contempt for their fallen foes, each placed a foot upon the face of the beaten beauties, symbolizing that Sarah and Alyson were less than dust beneath them. The victory of Holmes and Williams also triggered a special stipulation for their match: later that fall, "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" would no longer be on the WB, but would be relegated to the smaller UPN network.
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Fantastic. Love seeing a pre crazy Katie and the always underrated Michelle.
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Danielle Fishel vs Jodie Sweetin
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The DDT had done its work, leaving Dani badly dazed. Grunting, the nearly exhausted Jodie hauled her rival's deadweight body up and onto the 8 foot long table which the blonde had pulled into the ring. Sweetin then dragged the 12 foot steel ladder under the ropes and set it up.
Panting hard for breath, the blonde then begins to scale the steps. Beneath her, Danielle begins to stir as she slowly emerges from her stupor. Her ears are filled with the sound of her fans earnestly chanting her name, trying to give her the strength she needs to recover, but as yet her fogged brain can't decipher the words.
Sitting unsteadily atop the ladder, Sweetin looks at the prone figure far below her. Every instinct she has tells her this is a mistake, that it's too great a risk. But her heart remains filled with an acid hatred of the brunette that goes back to their teen years, and that hatred gives her the courage to throw caution to the wind. And thus with a roar of shock and excitement from the crowd, Jodie hurls herself off of the ladder, plummeting down toward her arch-rival.
Fishel has the misfortune of coming to her senses just instants before the impact, so that her eyes go wide with panic as she sees her nemesis soaring down upon her, but her battered body can't possibly be commanded to move out of the way in time. And thus one irresistible curvaceous form smashes into the immovable curvaceous figure, and what gives is the table beneath Dani, which splinters to pieces from the collision.
The brunette lay barely conscious upon the canvas, pieces of table strewn about her. But the impact has caused Sweetin's body to bounce off of Fishel's, and she lay unmoving alongside her opponent. But despite her exhaustion and agony, Jodie remains conscious, and alert enough to know that if she can't pin Dani before the referee counts them both out at twenty, then all of this will have been for naught.
With an anguished groan, the blonde rolls over and slowly drags herself toward her rival, pulling herself up until she's able to flop across Fishel's chest. Sweetin lacks the power to do anything else, but luckily for her, Dani is in no condition to throw her off, so all the blonde must do is lay there as the official slaps out 1...2...3!
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Good story thinks fishel should get her back
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Okay gang, it's time for another theme day, I think. So for tomorrow, Friday the 8th, the suggested theme is Redheads!
Pick your favorite ginger to win...or to lose. Or perhaps pit two firetops against one another! ;)
Because remember, Redder is Better!
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Okay gang, it's time for another theme day, I think. So for tomorrow, Friday the 8th, the suggested theme is Redheads!
Pick your favorite ginger to win...or to lose. Or perhaps pit two firetops against one another! ;)
Because remember, Redder is Better!
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Would love to see Karen Gillian as a jobber.
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Okay gang, it's time for another theme day, I think. So for tomorrow, Friday the 8th, the suggested theme is Redheads!
Pick your favorite ginger to win...or to lose. Or perhaps pit two firetops against one another! ;)
Because remember, Redder is Better!
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Maybe a couple redheads face some blonds or brunettes and who ever loses has to take the other's hair color I like those kind of stories :)
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I prever a feisty Ladiesfight with some Hairpulling between Bryce Dallas Howard against Alicia Keys.
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I wish I c like write it but what about Felicia day vs Karen Gillian? The red head from supernatural, vs the red from doctor who?
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There are SEVERAL redheads I would like to see go at each other. But a particular fantasy I have involves Allison Scagliotti (Wearhouse 13) vs Karen Gillan (Doctor Who Companion and cast of Gaurdians of the Galaxie).
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someone please write up this epic redhead catfight ... Deborah Ann Woll vs Sophie Turner
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Redhead Royal
From the opening bell, an unspoken strategy developed among every woman not named Christina Hendricks; the seven other combatants all ganged up on Hendricks, recognizing her experience and raw power as the greatest specific threat to any of them. Christina struggled mightily, but within a minute of the start of the battle royal, she found herself thrown over the top rope and eliminated.
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A heartbeat later, the alliance between those who remained dissolved, and they tore into one another. With an odd number in the ring, one poor girl was double-teamed, and that proved to be Cinita Dicker as she was worked over by Bella Thorne and Debby Ryan. The Brazilian model fought back furiously, but the two Americans managed to muscle her to the cables and, each grabbing a leg, hoisted Dicker up and over, sending her crashing to the arena floor before.
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She was joined a moment later by Ryan, courtesy of Thorne, who had instantly turned on her erstwhile compatriot and eliminated her before Debby had any inkling of what was happening.
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But even as Bella smugly turns her attention to the melee in the ring, she is met with a stunning judo chop to her chest, courtesy of Karen Gillan, who had broken away from her stalemate struggle with Evan Rachel Wood. Seconds later, Thorne found herself Irish whipped across the ring…but instead of bounding off of the ropes, she seems to intentionally baseball slide under them to the ring floor below. Karen is stunned by her rival’s apparent self-elimination, leaving her attention turned away from the women around her. Isla Fisher takes advantage of that with a dropkick from behind, sending the startled Scot sailing face-first to the canvas.
Yet before Isla can take advantage, Alyson Hannlgan and Evan Rachel Wood break off from their own struggle; Hannlgan lunges at Fisher, and Wood goes after Gillan. Evan pulls the stunned Karen up and locks her up with a Full Nelson. That prompts Alyson and Isla to turn away from each other and turn toward the hapless Gillan. With both redheads balling a fist, they throw simultaneous punches to Karen’s belly, knocking the air from her with a whoosh and leaving her limp as a ragdoll and gasping for breath. That makes it simplicity itself for Wood to pull her rival over to the ropes, hoist her up, and throw her over.
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As Evan turns back around however, she is met with a further dual action from Alyson and Isla, as they deliver identical superkicks to Wood; she flips up and over the top rope.
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Now only two women are left in the ring. Unlike the previously chaotic brawling, they now cautiously circle one another before locking up. And for the next several minutes they battle to a virtual stalemate, the two beauties too evenly matched to overcome the other. As time passes, it becomes apparent that victory will only come for one if she proves to out-endure her rival, or she just enjoys a stroke of blind luck.
It is perhaps equal parts of both that suddenly tilts the advantage to Fisher, as Hannlgan makes an uncharacteristically sloppy attempt as a clothesline. Isla ducks under it, and in a blue of motion executes a Hurricanrana on the startled Alyson, dropping her to the mat. As Hannlgan scrambles up to her feet, Isla dashes toward her, ducks her head between her opponent’s thighs from behind, and with a grunt lifts Aly up, seated on Fisher’s shoulders!
Isla rushes to the ropes and dips forward, her momentum throwing Hannlgan from her shoulders over the top strand and to the floor below.
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Exhausted but beaming a triumphant smile, Isla raises her arms and trots around the ring, reveling in her hard-won victory. But she’s so focused on self-congratulations, she fails to notice that the bell has not tolled.
For the referee had keenly noticed that another participant is not, technically speaking, legally eliminated from this match. For by the rules of the battle royal, a wrestler must be thrown over the ropes, and by voluntarily going under the cables, Bella Thorne is still very much an active combatant. She had remained standing at ringside as the battle raged on, conserving her strength while her rivals eliminated one another. Now, she stealthily slithered under the bottom rope.
The first that Isla realized Bella was there was when she turned and suddenly saw the smirking redhead facing her. Thorne then punted a kick up between Fisher’s thighs, doubling her over with a squeaking grunt. Stepping behind her, Bella wrapped her arms around her adversary’s waist, lifted her up, and brought her crashing back down with an Atomic Drop, Fisher’s already throbbing groin taking the full brunt of the impact.
Lower lip quivering as she fought back tears, Isla found herself hauled back up to her feet by her fiery mane. With one hand still in her opponent’s hair, Thorne grabbed a handful of her tights and yanked them up, giving Fisher a painful wedgie, and with a dip of her knees, Bella threw Isla up and over the ropes, bringing a finale to the match.
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The bell clangs the victory toll as Bella triumphantly struts around the ring, the last redhead standing.
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Fun battle royal! Yay redheads! ::)
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Christina Hendricks and Alyson Hanxxxxn had battled for almost 20 minutes and everyone in the audience knew that the fierce pace could not be maintained. Eventually the two redheads starting slowing down.
Alyson was quietly sobbing from the ferocious punches Christina had landed to her face and body but she had both hands locked on Christina's incredible boobs. It was a killer hold and both of them knew it.
Christina slowly sank to her knees and with a helpless sob, began crying to give up. "Please, Alyson - please. Enough! My boobs - please! You're killing me! I surrender!"
Alyson smiled a painful smile and nodded. "Sure - I'll let go. With - THIS!" And with that she threw the hardest punch she'd ever thrown. It landed on Christina's jaw with a satisfying smack and the busty beauty was out cold before her head hit the mat.
Alyson slowly walked around the ring to thunderous applause, holding her hands up in a victory pose. But just then Bella Thorne quietly sneaked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. The plan was for Bella to catch Alyson by surprise and knock her out too with a punch to the jaw.
But instead, Alyson easily blocked the wild punch and laughed. "Bitch, please!" she sneered and hit Bella so hard the youngster ended up flying back through the ropes and landing in the front row of spectators.
"I was kicking ass in the ring while you were kicking the slats out of your cradle, loser!" Alyson told her with a superior smile. Bella couldn't hear her, though. She was too busy watching the imaginary birdies fly around her head.
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"Seeing Red" is a hot sexy idea; Redhead vs redhead or redhead vs blonde.
Some older but still hot babes are (Note: If you don't think mature babes are hot, stretch your mind back to when they were)...
Julia Roberts, Susan Sarandon, Stephanie Powers, Tina Louise (Ginger), Jane Seymour.
I always thought a hot match would be between Stephanie Powers and Susan Anton. Leggy battle....Susan has her gorgeous legs wrapped around Stephanie; she rips at her skirt, blouse, pantyhose as the redhead struggles.
Another possible redhead would have been Victoria Principal....perhaps Loni Anderson would work Victoria over in a onesided tussle....
Oh and maybe the redhead in Taxi.....MaryLou Henner?
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AND
Please...
don't forget
LINDSAY LOHAN!
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Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
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So anxious were Emma and Kristen to go at it in another battle, they opted to dye their hair red in order to qualify for the celeb league's 'Redhead Night'. Their new fiery locks seemed to ratchet up their intensity to new heights, and it was a savage brawl that ensued between them.
Now, with both bikini-clad beauties pushed to the outer limits of endurance, Watson wraps her arms around her hated arch-nemesis and squeezes her with a bearhug, her limbs trembling from the strain, their modest breasts mashed together. Beads of sweat glisten across the skin of both beauties as Stewart moans in anguish, eyes shut tight against the crushing pain as her head lolls from side to side. Suddenly with a loud, pitiful sigh, Kristen's body goes limp and her head falls backward, signaling her apparent succumbing to unconsciousness.
Emma releases her hold and her groaning victim sinks to her knees, the side of her face sliding down the Brit's sweat-soaked belly. Watson allows herself a self-satisfied grin as she brushes her hair away from her face, and in her proper English accent she taunts her rival, "I guess your red hair didn't help you much tonight, did it dear?"
But Kristen gives no verbal response. Instead, the next sound that fills the penthouse is the high-pitched yowl of agony from Emma, courtesy of the forearm smash up between her legs and flush into her groin. Having fallen victim in the past to Stewart's "playing possum", Emma really has no one but herself to blame for having done so again. But at this precise moment, she's worried less about self-recrimination than she is with trying to block the explosive pain in her nether region.
A rough shove from Kristen topples the mewling Watson onto her back, and Kristen quickly scrambles atop her. Within heartbeats, she has seated herself upon the embattled Brit's face, smothering her. Emma thrashes beneath her tormentor, but lacks the power to force her off. Hands on her hips as she grinds her womanhood into the face of her foe, Kristen sneers, "Just so you know, under my panties I've also dyed the 'landing strip' red, because that's just how I commit." Watson's movements grow more sluggish with every tick of the clock, until finally she goes as limp and still as a ragdoll, driven into utter unconsciousness by her despised adversary.
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Fantastic, I always love the Watson VS Stewart fights VERY much. The better pair.
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Could someone please do some hair bleaching fights like the Lindsay Lohan vs Hillary Duff fight that was posted a little bit ago
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Flashback 2004: Erika Christensen vs Laura Prepon
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The two beauties trade chop after chop to their chests, their bare breasts bouncing wildly with every stinging blow as they pant, gasp and groan, sweat pouring down their voluptuous bodies after such a long and arduous battle.
Both know they can't maintain this stalemate much longer, as each is running on fumes. Calling upon her last dregs of power, Erika gives a banshee's roar and slams a punch across Laura's jaw, snapping her head sharply to the side with a shower of perspiration. Momentarily stunned, the redhead drops her defenses long enough for Christensen to drive her shoulder into Prepon's belly, then wrap her arms around the redhead's thighs and with a grunt lift her up, draping her opponent over her right shoulder. Erika then begins to spin around and around, causing Laura to wail in panic as she is made dizzy by the twirling.
Suddenly Christensen releases her rival and lets her slide down her back, causing the dazed Prepon to crash to the floor in a heap. Kicking her adversary onto her back, the blonde throws herself down upon Laura, pinning her arms down, and then lowering her 34Ds down upon the struggling redhead's face, smothering her. Prepon squirms until she is rendered semi-conscious.
Then, owing to the special stipulation for this match, a grinning Erika drags Laura by the ankles into the penthouse's bathroom. Several minutes later, a triumphant Christensen struts out of the washroom, following crawling on all fours by a sobbing...and newly bleached blonde...Prepon. "One less ginger for the world to have to put up with," Erika smugly purrs.
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Max vs Penny
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The rivalry between East Coast waitress Max and West Coast waitress Penny had become the hottest war in all of apartment wrestling. In their latest confrontation, the two beauties met in Chicago, where they battled wearing designer little black dresses in a penthouse before an elite audience.
Prior to the match, there had been an unplanned but nonetheless very real contest between the pair, as each moved around the pre-fight cocktail party (giving one another a wide berth, lest the fight start early), putting their little black dresses to work as they sashayed their hips, wiggled their butts, and thrust their chests out, all to the obvious pleasure of the men assembled there. The general consensus afterward was that this battle was a draw.
As in all of their previous brawls, the two battlers were too evenly matched for one to dominate the other, and the action was savagely fierce without let-up. The brunette and blonde had come to furiously despise one another, so there's nothing either enjoyed more than to punish the other. And it goes without saying that neither was prepared to even consider submitting to her hated rival.
Thirty minutes into the battle, Penny and Max were past the point of exhaustion, their bosoms heaving as they panted for breath, their skin gleaming with perspiration. The expensive dresses...both of them gifts from wealthy admirers, as neither girl could ever hope to afford one...had long since been torn to shreds, leaving the wildcats clad only in matching black thongs. Both felt a touch of panic, as each knew she couldn't carry on the fight much longer, and so one of them would need a lucky break if she hoped to win. It was Max who decided to make her own luck; she grabbed a tatter of black fabric that littered the carpet and, from behind, wrapped it around her opppnent's throat to strangle her. Penny's eyes went wide with fear as she gasped and gurgled for precious air. In desperation, the blonde began to piston her right arm back again and again, her elbow ramming into her tormentor's right breast. Unable to withstand the battering for long, the moaning brunette released her noose and staggered backward, hands cupping her aching bosom.
Without wasting an instant, Penny whirled around and fired a kick, the ball of her foot slamming into the soft flesh just above Max's waistband, doubling her over with a whoosh of breath. A rough shove puts the startled New Yorker flat on her back, and the Californian throws herself atop her rival, pinning Max's arms above her head to the floor. Penny then presses her breasts down upon the brunette's face, the sweat of both forming an airtight seal as Max is smothered in the cleavage of her nemesis. Max squirmed, but lacked the strength to throw her foe off...which was good for Penny, as she lacked to strength to stay atop her opponent. The best the blonde could hope for was letting gravity pin her down upon the brunette...and that was all she needed.
Max's movements slowly ceased, until she lay entirely still. Penny wanted nothing more than to pass out herself from the exertion, but instead she forced herself with the last dregs of power she had to rise up, and then plant a foot firmly upon the rising and falling chest of her rival, so as to claim her victory.
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When Max and Penny fight, who wins? We do!
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Flashback 1966: Ann-Margret vs Raquel Welch
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Perhaps Ann-Margret had grown complacent as the Queen of Las Vegas apartment wrestling, or maybe she just didn't think that a relative newcomer like Raquel could give her much of a challenge. Whatever the case, there was no denying that the buxom brunette had been dominating the match from the opening moments, and it took all of the redhead's experience and skill to keep from being utterly overwhelmed.
But as the match wore on, the cannier spectators realized that Ann-Margret's odds were improving with every passing minute. Because for all of her talent and ferocity, Welch was expending tremendous amounts of power to maintain her advantage, while the redhead was marshaling as much of her reserve strength as she could. Ultimately, endurance proved to be the deciding factor in this contest, as Raquel exhausted herself, her arms hanging leaden at her sides as her opponent finally launched her own offensive. Soon enough, the brunette was battered into helplessness, and Ann-Margret went in for the kill.
She snaked her dance-sculpted legs around her rival's torso, locking her ankles and applying a devastating bodyscissors. The steely vise was intentionally wrapped across Raquel's 34C breasts, pushing them into her lungs and preventing her from drawing a decent breath, thus turning Welch's most celebrated asset into a cruel disability. Finally driving her foe into semi-consciousness and defeat, the redhead stood up and triumphantly placed a foot atop the heaving chest of her fallen opponent. But all who witnessed the struggle realized that, with more experience, Raquel could prove to be too much for Ann-Margret in their next encounter.
Flashback 1979: Catherine Bach vs Randi Oakes
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Catherine, from The Dukes of Hazzard, and Randi, from CHiPS, were two of the hottest rising starlets on TV. Both were also fast-rising stars in the Hollywood celeb catfight league, and each was anxious to advance her ranking over the other, resulting in an extremely physical brawl between the two that left the spectators awe-struck.
The end seemed to loom as Catherine managed to snare her legs around her opponent's waist for what threatened to be a boa-like scissors. Frantically, Oakes swept out her right leg and began slamming kicks into the brunette's face. Quickly enough, the stunned Bach's legs fell limp, freeing the blonde. Scrambling into position, now it was Randi's turn to apply a scissors. Her muscular thighs clamped tight around her adversary's head; Catherine's face reddened, then turned purple as she was crushed by the vise. Unable to resist any longer she began to tap her hand against her tormentor's thigh...but Oakes kept her scissors in place, choosing to not release it until she had driven Bach unconscious, thus humiliating the brunette with a KO defeat.
Flashback 1984: Phoebe Cates vs Rebecca de Mornay
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The kneelift to the jaw sent Rebecca sprawling backward from her knees onto her back with a pained moan. Moving as swiftly as her exhausted body would let her, Phoebe grabbed her opponents ankles and flipped her over onto her stomach. The brunette then stood straddling de Mornay, grabbing her legs and bending them back. Squatting down, Cates applied an agonizing Boston Crab on the blonde. Rebecca's dulled eyes suddenly lit up with electric anguish as she felt her spine bent agonizing. The blonde's fists pounded at the carpeted floor as she fought back tears, but barely twenty seconds into the torture, she was howling "I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!!!"
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The Penny v Max series is great! I have to admit I prefer to see Penny lose to Max but all the stories are great! Well done JJ!
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that last hair dying punishment story was so great please do a couple more if not tons more lol thank you :)
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Amazing flashbacks, JJ! Especially loved those scissors finishers, and the Boston Crab was great too.
Thank you, sir.
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Flashback 1974: Marcia Brady vs Laurie Partridge
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Sorority Pledge Week at USC has long had it's more esoteric elements as part of the semi-obscure rituals, such as the secret catfight arranged between freshman pledges each year between the Delta Theta and Kappa Zeta houses. Representing Delta was blonde Marcia, while brunette Laurie battled for Kappa.
While they had started off giggling and hesitant, at the verbal urgings of their sisters the two 18 year old beauties soon tapped into their primal bloodlust, and they were soon rolling back and forth across the floor, hissing and snarling like jungle cats as hands ripped hair, tugged bathing suit straps, and grabbed for any body part they could hold.
Finally, like primitive Amazons, the two Southern California beauties faced one another on their knees, the hands of each clasped tightly around the slender throat of the other. Their faces turned purple as each ruthlessly choked the other, their watery eyes growing dull as both Brady and Partridge struggled to remain conscious. Realizing she had only mere moments before she was strangled into blackout, the blonde released her chokehold and raked her nails across her rival's eyes. Laurie shrieked and pulled her own hands free of her opponent's neck. The two battlers were on all fours now, heads bowed and long, tangled hair hanging to the floor as they panted for precious breath.
Suddenly, Marcia lifts her head, and with a feline snarl she lunges at her prey, roughly knocking Laurie over. After several moments of struggle, the brunette finds herself flat on her belly, with her adversary seated upon her back. Brady drapes her foe's arms over her bent knees and clasps her hands under Partridge's chin then begins to viciously yank her head back. The brunette howls in torment as her next and spine are agonizingly bent, but she refuses to submit. Ultimately however, the punishment proves too much, and while the spirit is still willing, the flesh proves weak, and Laurie's eyelids flutter shut as she slips into unconsciousness.
The victorious blonde is not long behind her, as the strain of the match finally overwhelms her, and she collapses in a heap to her side, passed out.
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These flashback pieces are wonderful. It's nice to see some ladies who aren't just this week's Disney princess. ::)
V
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I like the flashback fights too. When I first discovered the internet and the various catfight sites, it was the late 1990s and women like Pamela Anderson, Shania Twain and the Spice Girls were the headliners. My faves then, and I have no idea why they stood out so much, were Teri Hatcher and Brit model and "singer" Samantha Fox.
Looking further back, I loved Anne Francis when she got into scraps with other women on "Honey West" and of course Diana Rigg in "The Avengers". I would have loved to see those two team up against two other 1960s hotties - Donna Douglas and Annette Funicello. Well, in our little fantasy world all that is still possible! ;D
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Staying with the flashback theme (1964)- The two young starlets were asked if they would be willing to battle it out in an apartment catfight for cash. (winner takes all. $50,000 prize. $20,000 bonus if you can strip your opponent naked within 10 minutes.) They both agreed. The fighters glared at each other as they were told to begin. the rules were anything goes except biting and eye gouging. They would fight until one girl was knocked out, or physically could not defend herself. no submissions. It would be a fight to the finish. 5 minutes into the match both ladies had stripped the other of their tops. The ladies rolled away from each other now only dressed in their bikini bottoms. Both fighters wanted the bonus money. They came together and locked up in a test of strength, grunting, sweating and breathing heavily Ann Margret slowly forced Barbara to the carpet at the 8 minute mark and went for the bonus money yanking and mauling at Eden's bikini bottom. The crowd was yelling for Ann to strip Barbara which she did at the 9 minute mark of the fight. Barbara was in trouble as Ann now started to punch and tear at Eden's tits and groin. The spectators now yelling for Ann to "finish her." Ann did with 2 vicious punches to Barbara's face knocking her out.
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Very nicely done, Al. :)
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Shelly and Nancy both wanted the part in the upcoming Elvis movie. When the director asked Elvis who he preferred, Elvis, a known catfight fan, simply replied "let them fight for it, have them at my place tonight, winner gets the part." When the girls were informed of the situation, Nancy eagerly agreed to fight, while Shelly, not as enthusiastic , realized that she would have to fight. The girls were ushered into a room at Graceland where mats had been placed on the floor, and a variety of fighting gear(boxing gloves, rope, padded batons etc. ) were neatly stacked in a far corner. This was Elvis' famed catfight room. Nancy and Shelly stood at opposite ends of the room, not speaking but starring at each other. Elvis entered and told the fighters to strip to their bras and panties. The girls removed their dresses and heels, and they both began to stretch and strike seductive poses for the benefit of Elvis. Elvis told the girls to come to the center and stand toe to toe with their breasts touching. "Now titfight for a few minutes as a little warmup, said The King. The fighters began to push their boobs against the other, their hands behind their backs. After a couple of minutes of this Elvis told the girls to stop. OK girls, fight time, How do you want to fight, asked Elvis. Nancy quickly replied, " I'll fight that bitch anyway she wants, let her decide."" What are the choices," Shelly asked. " I'll give you 3 choices, nude wrestling, topless boxing, or catfight", replied Elvis. Shelly thought for a few seconds and answered, catfight. The catfight had been going on for about 10 minutes and neither girl was gaining a distinct advantage. The fighters had long lost their tops and both girls were exhausted, but determined not to lose this battle. The girls were covered in sweat, both had scratch marks on their tits and face, and strands of their hair was spewed across the room. The girls came together in what they both knew would be the final encounter that would settle this fight. Neither girl could last much longer. They engaged in a mutual clinch each looking for one punch that would end this combat. Shelly pushed Nancy away from her, and with her last ounce of energy threw a haymaker right that catches Nancy square in the nose. Blood gushes out of Nancy's nose, and Nancy drops to the floor unable to move. Shelly raises her arms in victory and plants a long wet kiss on Elvis.
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Flashback 1974: Marcia Brady vs Laurie Partridge
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Sorority Pledge Week at USC has long had it's more esoteric elements as part of the semi-obscure rituals, such as the secret catfight arranged between freshman pledges each year between the Delta Theta and Kappa Zeta houses. Representing Delta was blonde Marcia, while brunette Laurie battled for Kappa.
While they had started off giggling and hesitant, at the verbal urgings of their sisters the two 18 year old beauties soon tapped into their primal bloodlust, and they were soon rolling back and forth across the floor, hissing and snarling like jungle cats as hands ripped hair, tugged bathing suit straps, and grabbed for any body part they could hold.
Finally, like primitive Amazons, the two Southern California beauties faced one another on their knees, the hands of each clasped tightly around the slender throat of the other. Their faces turned purple as each ruthlessly choked the other, their watery eyes growing dull as both Brady and Partridge struggled to remain conscious. Realizing she had only mere moments before she was strangled into blackout, the blonde released her chokehold and raked her nails across her rival's eyes. Laurie shrieked and pulled her own hands free of her opponent's neck. The two battlers were on all fours now, heads bowed and long, tangled hair hanging to the floor as they panted for precious breath.
Suddenly, Marcia lifts her head, and with a feline snarl she lunges at her prey, roughly knocking Laurie over. After several moments of struggle, the brunette finds herself flat on her belly, with her adversary seated upon her back. Brady drapes her foe's arms over her bent knees and clasps her hands under Partridge's chin then begins to viciously yank her head back. The brunette howls in torment as her next and spine are agonizingly bent, but she refuses to submit. Ultimately however, the punishment proves too much, and while the spirit is still willing, the flesh proves weak, and Laurie's eyelids flutter shut as she slips into unconsciousness.
The victorious blonde is not long behind her, as the strain of the match finally overwhelms her, and she collapses in a heap to her side, passed out.
Loved this one. I would love to see a rematch, maybe over a guy in college.
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Flashback 1995: Jenny McCarthy vs Uma Thurman
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Uma is mere moments away from successfully defending her Hollywood Wrestling Alliance championship, courtesy of the match-ending piledriver she is about to execute on Jenny. But just then, McCarthy's stablemates in 'Blonde Ambition', Patsy Kensit and Denise Richards, run down the aisleway. Kensit jumps up on the ring apron and begins taunting Thurman; the champ turns her attention from her opponent and stalks over to the ropes to trade insults with Patsy, with the ref trying to get between them and order Uma to resume the match. Meantime, Denise has gone over to the announcer's table, where she picks up the title belt and slides it under the ropes to the recovering Jenny.
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Getting back to her feet with the belt firmly in her hands, McCarthy staggers up behind Thurman. Hearing something behind her, Uma whirls around...and is met with ten pounds of leather and gold being slammed into her forehead. The statuesque blonde collapses to the canvas in a dazed heap, while McCarthy wisely tosses the belt back to Richards. Kensit, having successfully held the ref's attention, now urges him to turn around, and when he does, he sees Thurman flat on her back, with McCarthy atop her and hooking her leg for the pin. Uma barely stirs as the zebra slaps 1...2...3!
Kensit and Richards climb into the ring and all three blondes jump for joy. As the ref wraps the title belt around the waist of the new Champion, her partners each raise one of Jenny's arms in triumph. Patsy and Denise then turn their attention to Uma, who just now begins to sit up with a groan. Grabbing her by the wrists and hair, they haul her up to her feet, and then with smiles of malicious glee, throw her through the ropes to the arena floor before. "Winners only in this ring, darling," the Brit Kensit sneers at Thurman as the now former champ lays in a heap on the concrete floor.
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Abigail Breslin vs Sabrina Bryan
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Proving she had watched more than her fair share of professional wrestling, Abigail locked Sabrina up in her own version of the 'Rings of Saturn'; Breslin put Bryan flat on her belly and, laying across her victim's back, she scissored her right arm while using her hands to stretch back her opponent's left arm. Then Abigail, yanking Bryan's arms, rolled her own body back far enough to pull Sabrina's upper body up off of the floor, agonizingly bending her spine. The twisting torque was so extreme that the nipples of Bryans 36C breasts poked up out of the cups of her halter top as her torso was bent ever-further backward.
So great was the pain that Sabrina tearfully was ready to submit mere seconds after the hold was applied. Unfortunately for her, with her arms immobilized, she is unable to tap out. Even more unfortunate, before locking on the hold, Abigail had retrieved her own discarded bikini top from the floor and stuffed it into Bryan's mouth, gagging her and making her unable to verbalize her submission!
And that's precisely as Breslin wants it. Continuing to torture her victim with her hold, she knows it's only a matter of time before Sabrina succumbs to the agony and passes out. And after all, a KO is so much more impressive in the record book than a surrender, isn't it?
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Maureen McCormick, teen idol as Marsha Brady, was now 28 years old and was finding it very difficult to get work. When informed that she might be considered for a new movie, MANNEQUIN, she was overjoyed. This might just be the break she needed to get her career back on track. The only roadblock was another 28 year old up and coming actress named Kim Catrell who was also being considered for the part. " How bad do you want the part, the director asked Maureen?" I'll do anything," Maureen replied. Maureen expecting to be asked to have sex in exchange for the part was schocked when the director explained to her that she would have to catfight Kim Catrell, winner gets the job. The director went on to explain that it would be a fight to the finish, no rules, and it would be held on a private yacht with about a dozen spectators. The night of the fight, both girls made dramatic entrances, both looking gorgeous. The fighters glared at each other as they waited for the command to begin the battle. Maureen, expecting a girlie style slap fight was totally taken off guard when Kim charged her throwing punches from the start. Maureen tried to defend herself but it was evident that she was no match for Kim who threw her to the mat, ripped her bathing suit off and started to pound away at the helpless Maureen. The fight was over in less than 3 minutes when a few spectators fearing the worse, pulled the wild eyed Kim off of the helpless Maureen. In retrospect most believed that it was this encounter that launched Catrell's career and sent McCormick into depression and drug dependency.
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some more photos of fighters from previous story
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Believe it or not, it was six months ago today that the 'Finish Her' thread was started! I can't tell you how thrilled I continually am by all of the great contributions to this thread, so keep 'em coming, friends! Meantime, I thought I'd revisit the very first fight posted in this thread with the closing moments of the rematch. :)
Alyson Hannlgan vs Katie Holmes
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Katie's screams filled the room as she was lifted up in the Romero ceiling hold, all of her own weight now concentrated agonizingly on her shoulders and knees. Beads of sweat glistened across the nude bodies of both warriors, a testament to the exhausting brawl they had waged for nearly forty full minutes. But now, redheaded Alyson had her rival hoisted up helplessly, presented like a naked sacrifice to the gods of catfighting.
Holmes had long ago sworn that she would never, never submit to Hannlgan. Now however, her will falters, and as tears fill her eyes she rasps out, "Enough! I...I give up!"
But Alyson couldn't care less about wringing a submission from her nemesis. She wasn't about to spare this brunette bitch a single moment of torment, so she kept her elevated and in anguish. The redhead's own arms and legs trembled mightily from the exertion, but she drew deep upon her last dregs of strength to keep Holmes up in the air. Finally, the pain too great to endure, Katie's eyes fluttered shut and she fell unconscious. Only then did the victorious Alyson release her. However, so spent was the triumphant redhead, she lacked the power to rise up and claim her win, and could only lay alongside her beaten foe, chest heaving. Nonetheless, victory was hers...and it was sweet.
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I like the Alyson vs Katie bout
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Ashley Benson vs Vanessa Hudgens
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Vanessa moaned loudly as Ashley flexed her thighs. The brunette was on her knees, her head between her opponent's legs as the blonde applied a standing headscissors. Confident of her steely thighs to crush her adversary into defeat, Benson began to preen and play to the crowd, beaming a smile as she sexily ran her hands through her hair and then flexed her arms in a victory pose.
The embattled Hudgens knew she couldn't withstand much more of the boa-like pressure. Thus, in desperation, she got up to one foot for balance, and wrapped her arms around her tormentor's legs. And then with a grunt that became a roar, the brunette called upon the last of her fading power to stand up, lifting her opponent up off of the floor on her shoulders! Ashley squealed in sudden panic as she was hoisted up. Vanessa stood there with her rival sitting on her shoulders for several heartbeats, and then she flung herself backward. Benson took the brunt of the landing on the back of her skull, leaving her glassy-eyed and dazed.
Forcing herself to sit up and then roll over to all fours, the panting brunette crawled over the prone body of her opponent. She lacked enough remaining power to execute a submission hold, but she knew there was one tactic left to her: the facesit. She sat down upon Ashley's face, covering the blonde's mouth and nose with her crotch. Benson thrashed beneath her, legs kicking wildly, but Hudgens managed to keep her perch. Gradually, Ashley's movements grew more sluggish, until at last she ceased to move altogether, other than a few spasmodic twitches of her left leg.
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Fantastic match up and win for Vanessa!
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Nicki minaj vs Katy perry
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"You bitch!" Screams the exhausted katy perry before nicki crashes her ass from standing height down onto Katy's tits for a third time. Katy's famous breasts have taken a thrashing this match, including losing a titfight midmatch. Things all went downhill from there as she now lays hurt and bruised. She uses all her energy to get up before nicki can repeat the attack. "You gave it go katy, but we all knew I'd crush you" says nicki. Katy swings a punch at nicki's head that nicki ducks below barely.. While crouched nicki throws an uppercut to Katy's crotch. "Fuckk!" Yells Katy as she doubles over. Nicki pulls her face slumping forward straight into her tits for a smother. Katy squirms until she passes out. Nicki pushes Katy to the floor and exits confidently
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First time writing something like this so I hope you enjoy it.
Scarlett Johansson (http://blogs-images.forbes.com/scottmendelson/files/2016/03/The-Jungle-Book-Special-Shoot_KAA-1-1200x1800.jpg) vs Lupita Nyong'o (http://www.sarahdunnphoto.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/MPC_posRaksha_v003_edit_R.jpg)
The match was over.
Her plush lips twisted in a haughty smirk, Scarlett paced a slow circle around the panting form of her opponent, the blonde’s hands resting on her hips. Over the course of the themed match, she’d slowly, methodically and near-sensually wrung the fight – and the will to resist – from Lupita until the other actress couldn’t even stand. And she’d clearly relished every crushing hold she’d applied.
For the themed match to promote the release of their new Jungle Book film, Nyong’o had come at the fight with all the ruthless aggression of the wolf but Scarlett had proven her match. Dressed in a leotard decorated with a scale pattern and green tights, she’d withstood everything the Kenyan had thrown at her and struck back with the tactics of a python.
Bear hugs, crushing scissors of all sorts, stretches, those suffocating smothers… Every bit of Scarlett’s offence had been aimed at draining her opponent and the majority had been aimed squarely at her midsection. All to set up her planned finisher.
Expelling one of the spectators from his chair with a regal wave of her hand, Johansson sank into it and drew Lupita to her. The other actress did her best to fight back but Scarlett was insistent. Like her character’s coils, the blonde patiently worked her legs into position, using her own arms to dig through Lupita’s tired attempts to fend her off until – as Lupita whimpered in panic alongside her own sibilant sigh of satisfaction - she locked her ankles and the pressure began.
To her credit, Nyong’o fought. Or she tried. But the curvy blonde’s thighs felt like stony bands constricting around her ribs, the muscles of her sleek legs feeling like solid steel as they bore down inexorably. Before long, the fighting became struggling.
Johansson kept squeezing.
That became writhing.
Johansson kept squeezing.
That became whimpering in agony.
Johansson squeezed harder, harder, harder.
And that whimpering became frantic tapping, Lupita’s hand slapping furiously at Scarlett’s shapely leg and then at anything else she could reach.
But Scarlett ignored it. Eyes alight with triumph, she arched up using the arms of the chair, tightening her bodyscissors until she could have sworn she heard the Kenyan’s ribs creak under the pressure. The only sound she made was a throaty growl of satisfaction and she didn’t relent until she had squeezed the last dregs of resistance from Lupita’s frame.
When her foe went limp, only then did the blonde unlock her vice to let Lupita flop boneless to the carpet.
Reclining in her chair like a queen in her throne, Scarlett almost glowed. Glancing up at the cameras, she offered a devastating smile, running her hands down her legs. It took the audience a moment to realise the sound they were hearing was the noise of Johansson’s stockinged thighs rubbing together. Because it sounded like all the world like a giant snake slithering towards its next victim.
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Outis my friend, that was fantastic! Every now and again it's good for us to be reminded of what a fighting beast Scarlett is. ;)
And thanks for introducing Lupita to the thread! I hope we see her again sometime soon...hopefully doling out the punishment next time. :D
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Very nice, indeed. Nothing beats a scissors finisher. 8)
Thanks, Outis.
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Nice story Outis. Would love to read a longer story one sided fight that you write.
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Jennifer Lawrence vs Charlotte McKinney
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UGHHHH! grunted Jennifer as Charlotte wrapped her arms around her from behind, pulling the other blonde in tight against her and reverse bearhugging her. Lawrence had hoped to gain at least a few more moments respite to try and catch her second wind, but her opponent was unrelenting in her assault, keeping the pressure on her adversary in an effort to wear the powerful golden-haired beauty down.
Hands clutching at the arms wrapped around her chest, crushing the breath from her like a boa constrictor, Lawrence was unable to pry herself loose. But she wasn't long for the bearhug at any rate, as suddenly without warning, McKinney twisted and flung the startled blonde to the floor.
Dropping to the carpet behind Jennifer, the flaxen-haired Charlotte wrapped her legs around her victim's waist, locking her ankles. Her powerful lower limbs now like a steel vise, McKinney permitted herself a half-smirk of satisfaction as Lawrence moaned loudly in pain. The newcomer has systematically ground down her opponent, reducing the more experienced Jennifer to little more than a rag doll now. Tears filled Lawrence's eyes and she began to whimper, her lower lip quivering as the thighs wrapped tightly around her ruthlessly squeezed what little power Jennifer had left right out of her. Her hands pawed haplessly at Charlotte's lethal legs, a look of shock upon the entrapped blonde's face, as if she still couldn't fathom how she was defeated.
Finally, unable to withstand the anguish any longer, the sobbing Jennifer tapped out her submission, the myth of her near-invulnerability following a string of victories now shattered by the rookie Charlotte.
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Another gem! Thank you, JJ.
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I think maybe a couple with lia Marie Johnson, maybe against Ariel winter or something.
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Lia Marie Johnson vs Chloe Moretz
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The two blondes grunted as both struggled, their bodies moving in slow motion, as if underwater, as Chloe resisted with everything she had left against her opponent's efforts to roll her over onto her belly. But ultimately, Lia Marie was successful, and now she had her adversary flat on her stomach, with Johnson laying atop her back to pin her down.
Lia Marie slid her feet between Chloe's thighs, spreading her legs to grapevine them and prevent Moretz from rolling over. Both young blondes were soaked with sweat after their grueling battle, which had raged across the penthouse for an exhausting 45 minutes. Each panted heavily for breath as they sought to stave off total exhaustion. Johnson realized she was too physically spent to do much more than keep her rival pinned down; luckily for her, Chloe was equally as taxed, and lacked the power to break free. But if she was going to win, Lia Marie had to find some way to drive her foe into submission...or unconsciousness.
With few options left to her, Johnson brought her hands to Moretz's face; the fingers of one hand pinched off Chloe's nose while the palm of the other clamped tight across her mouth. Chloe's eyes widened in panic and her own hands tugged at the wrists of her tormentor, but to no avail. Moretz squirmed with whatever scant strength she had left, her muffled cries the only sound she could make. Soon enough, her eyelids began to slowly close, and her movements grew sluggish, until at last her eyes shut and she ceased to move altogether, smothered into inky blackness.
With her last dregs of strength, the victorious Lia Maria pushed herself up to all fours, and then stood up. She placed a foot upon the rear end of her slumbering rival, and raised her right fist in the air to claim her triumph, as the spectators cheered in admiration and Chloe lay their knocked out, a trickle of drool trailing from the corner of her mouth.
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Just wanted to say again what an amazing thread this is and how much we enjoy coming in here all the time to check out the phenomenal bouts and ideas that the endlessly creative team here at FCF comes up with - we can't appreciate it enough!
We were blown away by some of the recent bouts and in particular:
Nice work, as always, by the one and only Jackflash. We enjoyed the introduction of Charlotte McKinney into the thread as we do think she's underrated! I really, really enjoyed the Marcia Brady / Lori Partridge battle. We've contemplated writing up a sequel to that one and might try to do that here in the near future as that one was pretty fun. Of course, we enjoy anything featuring Vanessa Hudgens and another installment of the classic Stewart/Watson rivalry is always welcome. Too many awesome pieces to pick from and all of them fantastic!
We also wanted to really give a shout-out to Outis - we also enjoyed seeing the introduction of Lupita to the thread and hope to see her again. We wish her better luck next time but what a fantastic debut. If that was your first time writing something like that, we certainly hope it's not your last!! We hope to see plenty more stories from you in the near future and if you ever have any questions, need any suggestions, advice or talk about celebrity fighting, don't hesitate to contact me.
Those are just some of the pieces that have caught my eye but there have been so many amazing pieces lately!! Thanks to everybody for making this such a phenomenal thread and hopefully I'll be able to contribute more soon - keep it up!! ;D
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Lookout, my friend, many thanks for your kind words and your support of all who contribute to this thread. And for the record, can I just say that I'd love to see a Brady/Partridge rematch blossom from your fertile imagination?
Also, anytime you'd care to pit Ms. Hudgens in action against anyone, you'll find no criticism from me! :D
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Ashley Benson & Sasha Pieterse vs Vanessa & Stella Hudgens
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Two-on-two catfight brawls are always chaotic, with non-stop action between the two bikini-clad duos. Now however, after a long and frantic struggle, the end game appears to be approaching. The only question is...who which team?
On one side of the room, Vanessa has Ashley howling in a Boston crab, the blonde's spine bent past the point of agony. Another few moments of this, Hudgens is certain, and her rival will submit.
But not ten feet away, the situation was quite different. Here, Sasha was subjecting Vanessa's younger sister, Stella, to a facesit, her rear end smothering the brunette out. But as she looked over to the other tableau, Pieterse realized that her partner might not be able to hold out long enough for Sasha to drive her own opponent into defeat. Reluctantly, the young South African climbed up off of her victim and scampered over to the other battlers.
Vanessa's smug smile faded as Sasha drove her knee up into the back of the brunette's skull. Dazed, the elder Hudgens released her grasp on Benson's legs, freeing her. Pieterse grabbed Vanessa by her long dark locks and dragged her off of Ashley, laying her flat on the carpet. Now she sat on the chest of her adversary and scooted herself backward, until her butt covered the face of Vanessa. "If I can't knock one of you bitches out," she purrs in her native Afrikaaner accent, "I'll just have to do it to the other."
However, an instant later, Vanessa's legs flash up, snaring themselves around the startled Pieterse's head and yanking her forward. Sasha is slammed face-first into the floor, stunning her, and Hudgens now locks on a crushing headscissors, with the younger combatant mewling in torment from the pressure. Benson, still nursing her aching back, witnesses this turn of events with alarm, and she forces her sore body to crawl on all fours over to the pair, intent on rescuing her partner.
But now Stella re-enters the fray, red-faced and panting, but seething with anger and adrenaline. She lunges at Ashley, grabbing her golden locks and pulling her up to her feet. Wrapping her arms around the blonde from behind, the younger Hudgens with a small grunt lifts her up into the air...only to bring her down again a moment later, with Ashley's groin slamming into Stella's bent knee! With a wail of anguish, Benson collapses to the carpet, her hands clutching her throbbing crotch as she fights back tears.
Now the Hudgens sisters were ready to ring down the closing curtain on the battle. Positioning their dazed opponents opposite one another and flat on their backs, Vanessa and Stella sit down and brace their feet against each other. Then they grab the ankles of their rivals and lean backward, executing a rowboat maneuver that stretches the thighs and hamstrings of their victims to the breaking point. Both Ashley and Sasha sit up and shriek in unison, eyes wide from the pain. The brunette pull back even more, and it is only a matter of moments more until the embattled blondes are howling their submissions.
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Flashback 1999: Britney Spears vs Christina Aguilera
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The two eighteen year olds, both having just emerged as pop stars, tore into one another with a wild abandon that reflected the rivalry that had existed between them since they both began on the "Mickey Mouse Club" as young children. Britney's schoolgirl uniform and Christina's silk genie lingerie were reduced to tatters now as the two exhausted teenagers warred away at one another.
At long last, it appeared as if the finish loomed for one of them. Stunned by a barrage of slaps, Britney sank to her knees. Christina grabbed her hair with one hand and drew back her other fist, preparing to jackhammer a blizzard of punches to her rival's pretty face. "Finish her!" someone in the crowd called out, and Aguilera paused a moment to look their way and give a smug smirk in response.
But that brief instant of a pause was all Spears needed. With a sudden flash of fury in her eyes, she threw her right arm up, smashing her forearm up between her opponent's thighs and into her womanhood. Christina gave a breathless shriek and fell in agony onto her butt. Gathering herself for one final offensive, Britney flung herself atop her adversary, throwing fist and fist into her face and breasts. Finally, her arms too leaden to swing any longer, Spears wearily slid herself forward, until her panties-covered groin covered the mouth and nose of her rival. Christina's glazed eyes went wide in panic, and her lithe, sweat-glistening body squirmed beneath her tormentor, but she was too spent to throw her off. Soon enough, Aguilera's eyes fluttered shut and her body ceased to move, and she was done for.
Love to see rematch
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With The Huntsman movie being out, why not a fight with Jessica Chastain and Charlzie Theron?
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Flashback 2000: Christina Aguilera vs Britney Spears
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The headbutt had succeeded in stunning Christina enough for Britney to try to make a strategic retreat. On all fours, Spears began to crawl across the penthouse floor as swiftly as she could, desperate to put distance between herself and her rival in order to catch her second wind and try to formulate a new plan to regain control of the catfight.
But Brit's hopes were dashed as she felt a hand upon her bikini briefs, yanking them back to expose the 19 year old's butt and put a halt to her retreat. Before Spears could fathom what to do next, she felt Aguilera's right arm snake across her slender throat, and she was subjected to a rear naked choke. The blonde gasped and gurgled, her hands tugging ineffectually at the strangling arm of her opponent. Christina gave a smirking sneer as she felt her nemesis grow weaker in her grasp.
Suddenly, Aguilera released her chokehold…but she wasn’t being merciful. With Spears on her knees, Christina bent her foe backward, wrapping her left arm across her throat in a reverse headlock. This left Britney’s torso open and vulnerable.
Balling her right fist, Christina began to piston punch after punch into Britney’s belly, pounding the breath from her, the sound of each blow thudding off of the sweaty flesh and producing a pained grunt from the victim. For variety, Aguilera would throw a fist every third blow or so into one of her adversary’s breasts, flattening them. “Serves you right for having bigger tits than me, bitch!” Christina hissed.
When the pummeling was over, Spears was little more than a ragdoll, her body splayed limply upon the floor, her chest heaving as she gulped in air, her glassy eyes staring up at the ceiling. “I owe you something, Brit,” Christina purred, each honeyed work tinged with malice. The blonde then climbed atop her rival, settling down so that her groin was pressed firmly over the face of the hapless Spears. It was just such a facesit which had given Britney the victory in their fight the year before, and now Aguilera was returning it…with interest. Sensually swaying her hips and grinding her smothering crotch into her foe’s features, Aguilera giggled and said, “Payback’s a bitch, Britney!” It was the last thing Spears heard before she was knocked out and defeated..
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I am loving these flashbacks that have been popping up lately. Great stuff.
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With The Huntsman movie being out, why not a fight with Jessica Chastain and Charlzie Theron?
Second that! Nothing better than a movie tie-in (and quick, before it goes straight to DVD.... LOL!)
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Hayden Panettiere vs Brenda Song
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It had been a grueling battle between the two petite beauties, their bodies soaked with sweat, their hair tangled and matted. At the moment, Brenda holds the upper hand as the two fighters writhe across the carpet, twisting her opponent's left painfully with an ankle lock, while also extending her own left leg out so as to press the sole of her foot against the blonde's throat to choke her. Frantic, Hayden grabs her oppressors foot and pulls it from her windpipe, and then sinks her teeth into the soft flesh of her arch! Song shrieks in anguish, her focus shattered, allowing Panettiere to yank her foot free of the Asian's grasp.
Now it's Hayden's turn to ruthlessly twist her adversary's ankle, while simultaneously kicking again and again with her left leg at Brenda, the blonde's heel smashing repeatedly into her victim's belly and breasts, knocking precious air from her. With adrenaline flowing through her taut body and her opponent suitably stunned, Panettiere makes her move to finish the battle. Getting up to her knees, she rolls Song over onto her belly. The blonde then folds the Asian beauty's legs back at the knees and crosses them at the ankles. Mounting Brenda's back, Hayden sits upon her foe's feet to fully pin her legs painfully down, then pulls Song's arms up over the blonde's own bent knees. Then, she slips the first two fingers of each hand into the corners of her adversary's mouth, locking on a double mandible claw as she lifts Brenda's upper body off of the floor, painfully bending her spine. "Smile pretty for the nice spectators, bitch!" Hayden sneers as she stretches Song's mouth into a grotesque rictus.
The brunette is only able to withstand this torture for less than ten seconds before she starts to tap her hands furiously against the legs of her rival, signaling her submission. For no good reason than to be vicious, Panettiere keeps the hold locked on for several long seconds more before finally she consents to release her foe and claim her victory.
Flashback 1979: The Angels vs the Landers
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Excitement had been building for weeks, ever since Jaclyn Smith announced that she was leaving her tag team, the Angels, in order to focus her full attention on challenging Lynda Carter for the HWA World Championship. As the Angels were the reigning Hollywood Wrestling Alliance tag team champions, Shelley Hack was announced as her replacement, and she and Cheryl Ladd would defend the belts for the first time tonight, against the Number One Contenders, Audrey and Judy Landers.
The match was every bit as thrilling as hoped for, as both duos battled away. Shelley proved a worthy heir to Jaclyn's legacy, but as the fight wore on, it became apparent that she and Cheryl hadn't yet developed the finely oiled machinery of partnership that Ladd and Smith had perfected, whereas the Landers, as sisters, functioned almost as if they shared the same mind. The result was that the Angels found themselves on the defensive more often as not, worn down as Audrey and Judy deftly tagged in and out at a dizzying pace, keeping the Champs reeling.
Still, it was anyone's guess who would win until finally, as the match neared the 40 minute mark, Judy and Shelley found themselves brawling at ringside, after Landers had jumped Hack as she stood outside her corner. It was all part of a plan from the Landers, as the Angels quickly learned. Seeing that Shelley was otherwise occupied, Audrey unleashed a superkick that tagged Cheryl hard in the jaw. The petite blonde stumbled back a few steps, eyes glazed, but she did not fall. Instead, she staggered over to her corner with outstretched hand, looking to make the tag...only to find her partner wasn't there. In her befuddled state, Ladd stands confused for a moment, and that gives Audrey the opening she needs to nail the other blonde with a DDT.
Cheryl's body lays splayed across the canvas as Landers throws herself across her, hooking a leg; Audrey doesn't need to illegally grab her opponent's tights as well, but old rulebreaking habits die hard. At ringside, Shelley witnesses what is happening and breaks away from her rival to dive under the ropes and pull Audrey off of Ladd...only to feel Judy's hands grasp her own legs and yank her back to the ringside floor before the save can be made. After the ref's count of 1...2...3, Judy scrambles into the ring, and Audrey stands up and the two embrace and jump for joy, laughing at their triumph. The official wraps the leather and gold straps around the waists of the new Champions, while a seething Shelley crawls over to the still semi-conscious Cheryl and tries to revive her.
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Troian Bellisario vs Alyson Michalka
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"NNGGGGHHHHHUUUUUUHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!"
Troian's half-grunt/half-wail was music to Alyson's ears, and empowered the blonde to pour even more strength into her legs, which were clamped tight around Bellisario's slim waist. Michalka's scissors was one of the most lethal in all of celeb catfighting, and between the blonde's thighs was one place an opponent didn't want to find herself. Of course, Troian being Troian, she couldn't help but taunt her opponent by calling her "Thunder Thighs", and daring her to try and scissor her.
Challenge accepted, much to the brunette's anguished regret.
Aly pulsed her thighs, drawing further pained moans from her hapless victim. What scant power Bellisario had left in her sinews melted away from the agony, as the steel vise clamped around her crushed her strength away to nothingness. And much quicker than she had ever believed she could so much as contemplate submission, the brunette let out a whining "No more!" and tapped her hand furiously on her tormentor's thigh, signaling her abject surrender.
Jessica Alba vs Bella Thorne
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Tears streamed down Jessica's face as Bella ruthlessly tightened her clawhold over the Latina's groin, squeezing the brunette's womanhood with a blinding agony. In complete command, the redhead sneered, "You're finished, old woman. You may have been something special in your day, but your day is done. I'm the Queen here now!" Alba's only response was a sobbing mewl.
The spectators were left in stunned silence. At her peak, Jessica had been a dominant force in the celeb fighting circle, and even in the years since, she was a top competitor. Maybe she was having an off-night, or maybe she just dangerously underestimated her opponent, but Alba failed to mount any offense tonight, and was overwhelmed and dominated by the young redhead from the opening moments of the match. Finally, unable to endure the torture any longer, the brunette pleads with trembling voice, "Please, stop...I give up!"
A final humiliation would be visited upon Jessica, as the vengeful Bella first stripped her of her bikini, leaving the Latina stark naked, and then Thorne made Alba crawl around the room on all fours, with the triumphant redhead atop her back and holding her hair as reins, looking like a victorious Amazon atop her mount.
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Excellent work, Jack - love the Landers sisters vs. the Angels, just cause they were in so many of my 70s fantasies. Judy Landers, with that hourglass figure and big eyes, was really something. Thanks!
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Nice JJ! Great work as always! Love to see Jessica Alba on the losing end!
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Linda Carter was at the height of her popularity as Wonder Woman. The tough girl image that came with her role really irritated Markie Post. " I would wipe the floor with that bitch, and rip her tits off for good measure if we ever would tangle", she would tell anybody who would listen. Naturally word got back to Linda that Markie was trash talking her and looking for a fight. " " I want that no talent whore in a catfight in front of a crowd, we'll see who gets their tits ripped off. Set it up for this weekend. No rules, woman to woman until one girl is beat senseless." The two fighters stepped into the fight area at a Hollywood mansion in front of about 100 spectators. Linda wearing her Wonder Woman outfit, Markie in a stunning bikini. The crowd of men and woman in attendance waited with baited breath as the girls traded insults and stared each other down. They charged each other and the fight was on. 5 minutes into the battle Markie was topless, and Linda's upper half of her outfit was torn to the waist. The girls came together tit to tit , their hands scratching, punching and clawing at any part of her opponents body that was accessible. The fighters went to the ground with Linda on top, Linda started to pound away at Markie, it looked like it was about over, but suddenly Linda let out a massive scream and rolled away from Markie. Markie had sunk her teeth into Linda's right breast drawing blood. The girls stood up each examining the damage to their bodies. Markie spoke first, " you wanted to fight woman to woman, then lets finish it that way as she removed her bikini bottoms. Linda agreed and removed the rest of her tattered Wonder Woman outfit . The exhausted, sweating fighters stared at the hairy bush of their opponent. " Maybe I'll rip your cxnt hair out instead of your tits", said Markie." We'll see who leaves with a bald cxnt ," replied Linda. They locked up in a naked test of strength, each trying to force the other to the ground to end the epic battle. Their arms were trembling as they struggled. Linda was slowly gaining the advantage as she slowly forced to exhausted Markie to the ground. Again Linda begins to land punches to Markie's face, head and tits. "Finish her", the crowd yells. Linda finishes her rival by grabbing her pussy trying to make good on her threat to rip her bald. Markie passes out from the beating and pussy attack, but Linda would not stop and was finally pulled off of her beaten foe.
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Lana del Rey vs Amber Heard
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Some women are just hated. Sometimes it's for no good reason at all, and sometimes it's for very legitimate reasons. At the moment, the most hated women in the elite celebrity catfight league was Lana del Rey.
Mind you, del Rey had yet to fight a single match, but she was nevertheless despised by the other competitors. It all stems from the fact that Lana is considered in the entertainment industry to be a wholly manufactured persona...a pretty face hired to play the part of "Lana del Rey" (a fictitious name...she was born as Elizabeth Woolridge Grant), to front for a corporate-crafted character designed and promoted to be a superstar musician before her very first note of music was heard by the public. The fact that her records have sold well, despite fairly lukewarm critical reviews, only served to intensify the irritation many felt for her.
And now, her management felt it would be a big career boost for Lana to compete as a catfighter. Her handlers hired a score of experienced trainers to teach her the art of catfighting. Of course, there would be none of the usual matches against other rookies, learning the ropes and gaining experience and climbing the ladder one rung at a time. No, she would enter the league at the top they declared, fighting only the best as she swiftly establishes herself as the dominant force.
This news did not go over well with many, who saw it as arrogantly presumptuous at best. As one might imagine, there were no shortage of women eager to face the singer in her debut match, so as to put her in her proper place. Indeed, a lottery was held to determine del Rey's inaugural adversary, and Amber Heard won. The blonde was most anxious to get her hands on the redhead and make an example of her. Amber had worked her way up the hard way, one match at a time, cutting her teeth and earning her stripes. After a steady climb mixed with wins and loses, she was poised to be a major catfighting figure. And beating Lana del Rey's poseur ass was just how she was going to hit the highest plateau.
So it came as quite a shock to everyone...particularly Heard...when Lana handed her ass to her!
From the opening moments of their fight, the redhead was on the offensive. She displayed a vast array of moves, all of them somewhat mechanically performed, as if her knowledge of them wasn't organic, but was downloaded into her. Still, they proved devastating, and Amber was kept hapless and reeling as the minutes ticked by. The secret of del Rey's success wasn't her training; rather, it was the fact that for all of her manufactured artifice, she is at heart a ruthless opportunist who will do whatever she has to in order to achieve her aims. And if destroying an opponent is necessary, she has no hesitation about doing it...much to the blonde's regret.
After fifteen long minutes of this very one-sided struggle, del Rey puts Heard flat on her back and sits on her chest, pinning her arms to the carpet in a schoolgirl pin. The redhead then begins a very slow, very seductive count to ten, staring directly into the eyes of her forlorn opponent, who squirmed beneath her tormentor but was too battered and spent to throw her off. When Lana was done, Amber sought to salvage some shred of her tattered pride and sneered, "Pins don't count, dumbass!" With a smug smirk on her ruby red lips, Lana purrs, "I know. I just wanted you and everyone else to completely understand how helpless you are." Heard chokes back a sob in her humiliation.
And with that, Lana suddenly wriggles her body up, until her crotch covers the sweaty face of her opponent, smothering her. Amber's legs thrash, but in futility, and del Rey remains perched upon the blonde's features until at last Heard's lush body lies still. Rising up in triumph like Botticelli's Venus, del Rey places the ball of her right foot squarely between the breasts of the beaten Amber and flexes her arm in a victory pose. The spectators, still stunned by the dominating display they have just witnesses, stand up and applaud. If the ovation lacks a certain degree of warmth, it is because the onlookers still don't feel particularly warm toward Lana. They liked Amber, and no one was very happy to see her destroyed and humbled this way.
The redhead couldn't care less. She isn't here to be liked. She's here to be respected, and feared, and she's here to be a winner. If she has to fight her way through every bitch who would deny her that, well then that's what she's been trained for. "Bring on your best," she says with a serpent's smile, and all understand that it isn't a brash boast; it's a vow to beat them all.
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Love the Flashbacks "The Angels vs The Landers" and "Lynda Carter vs Markie Post". Thank you Jackflash Jump and al2468!
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amber heard getting beaten is awesome, hoping for a Scarlett vs amber heard brawl
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Thanks AL2468 for the above post on Linda vs Markie; Always thought Marke should get more attention...My flashback dream fight would include Markie, Loni Anderson, Mariilu Henner. Tight sexy blouses, short skirts, sexy pantyhose, heels and lots of hot down and dirty catfight action.....Yum-Yum....
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kevan, thanks - Markie Post was always one of my favorites.
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Beyonce vs Rita Ora
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Screams tore through the air of the mansion's vast living room as Beyonce's spine was bent agonizingly in Rita's over-the-shoulders torture rack. The lush bodies of both beauties, stripped only to thongs, glistened with beads of perspiration. But now, following a savage back-and-forth catfight between the two, it was Rita's body which rippled with power, while her rival's quivered in anguish.
Finally, Ora simply released her hold and let Beyonce slide down her back and crumple to the carpeted floor below, where she lay moaning. The Brit then pushed her adversary flat onto her back with her foot and, standing a-straddle over her victim, suddenly dropped down, landing with her butt hard on Beyonce's belly, knocking the air from her with a wide-eyed whoosh. Beyonce lay there gasping pitifully for breath, groaning in pain, as Rita then shimmied herself backward, until her rear end settled down over her opponent's face. For Beyonce, a legend for her face sit finisher, this was the final in a string of humiliations this night. She thrashed in panic beneath her tormentor, but to no avail. As her movements grew sluggish and she slipped into unconsciousness, Rita ran her hands through her long mane of golden hair and teased, "Don't you just love my good hair, Bey?"
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Avril Lavigne vs Britney Spears
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They were reduced to animalistic sounds...Britney's grunts and Avril's growl, as Lavigne tightened the pressure on her sleeper hold, and her opponent's knees slowly began to buckle. Knowing she was doomed unless she could escape, Spears desperately reaches up with her hands and grabs her opponent's hair, pulling her head down. Britney then suddenly drops down onto her butt, yanking Avril down with her; Lavigne's chin slams into the top of her adversary's skull, taking the brunt of the impact. Instantly stunned, Avril flops onto her back, freeing Britney.
Spears rolls away to safety in order to gather her wits and catch her second wind. After nearly thirty seconds, she begins to crawl over toward her rival, who remains on her back, still seemingly dazed. But as Spears draws closer, Avril springs her trap, revealing herself to have been playing possum. She lashes out with her right leg, her foot smashing into the side of her blonde opponent's face, sending her sprawling backward with a sharp yelp of pain.
Scrambling on all fours, Avril pounces on her prone rival. Spears had earlier lost her bikini halter in the brawl, and now the Canadian targeted her opponent's breasts; Lavigne's fingers dug into the soft flesh, squeezing and twisting them as Britney moaned and mewled, the pain nearly paralyzing her and draining what was left of her strength. Avril then pinched each nipple, cruelly twisting and yanking them, stretching them out as her victim wailed in anguish.
But that tactic proved to be a mistake for Avril; the electric agony coursed through Britney's lush body, shocking her from her daze and kicking in her adrenaline. With a blur of motion, she swung both arms up, the heel of each palm slamming into the temples of her tormentor. Lavigne let out a loud gasp of pain and flopped to her side like a ragdoll, glazed eyes rolling in their sockets.
Knowing she had only a brief window of opportunity to make her move, Spears pushed her aching body to crawl atop her foe, pinning her arms to the floor while Britney's feet grapevined the legs of Lavigne, holding her down helpless. The blonde then dropped herself downward, her breasts enveloping the sweaty face of her rival. Spears felt the short, hot gasps of her victim's breath against her skin, heard her muffled pantings for precious air. Avril squirmed as best she could, but was unable to throw her oppressor off, and soon enough she ceased squirming altogether, as she slipped into smothered unconsciousness.
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100,000 thread views...amazing! ;D
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Alexandra Daddario vs Kelly Rohrbach
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“Damn, I just can’t stand the sight of your face for even one more second.” Alexandra Daddario exclaimed after just dropping Kelly Rohrbach to the sand ass first with a swift right handed jab to the jaw. Tempers had flared on the set of the new Baywatch film leading to this collision course that Alexandra had just now taken control of.
Dejected, Kelly sat on the beach massaging her achy jaw with her head looking straight down. Alexandra on the other hand stood upright extremely proud of herself puffing her chest out as she walked forward and stomped on the back of the blonde’s head causing Kelly to whimper as her body and face were flattened into the sand.
Daddario did not hesitate for a second as she hopped on top of Kelly’s back and grabbed onto the blonde’s hair with both hands and began to rub Rohrbach’s face from sand to side across the course surfaced. Kelly tried to shake Alexandra from off of her, but the blonde was no longer strong enough to rid herself of Daddario and soon the tears began to stream down her face which led to the sand beginning to stick to her beautiful facial features. Alex then lifted up Kelly’s head by the hair to see the damage she inflicted and began to smile while chirping at Kelly, “ready to give up yet?” Resilient and stubborn as she could be possibly be, Kelly refused to give in to her rival, but that would turn out to be a mistake as the frustrated brunette then began to repeatedly slam Rohrbach’s face back down into the sand.
Shot after shot after shot was all it took to take the resiliency right out of Kelly and as her head was pulled up following the forth slam, the blonde screamed, “STOOOOPPPPPP!!!!!” at the top of her lungs finally giving up the fight.
A smiling Alexandra nonchalantly shoved Kelly back down to the sand and while smiling pompously responded, “now that was all I wanted to hear, wasn’t that easy? Kelly did not dare respond to Alex as she curled up into a ball in the sand a broken woman as Alexandra tossed her hands up into the air as she proved herself to be the baddest bitch on set.
Olivia Holt vs Selena Gomez (rematch)
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Over the past several weeks, Olivia Holt had wanted nothing more than a rematch with Selena Gomez after she had suffered quite a humiliating loss at the hands of the Hispanic beauty. So, when she finally got her chance for revenge, Olivia was a bundle of uncontrolled energy bursting into the room and nearly bouncing off the walls with redemption on her mind.
But sometimes you get more than you bargain for and on this day Olivia quickly learned her eagerness and energy were not nearly enough to win. Selena again beat and bent her from the start of their fight as she tossed the younger blonde all around small, run down motel room.
“I beat you once, and you decide to come back for more? You are a special kind of stupid honey!” Selena laughed as she stomped down hard on the blonde’s back causing Olivia to collapse from her previous position on all fours down until the blonde was flat on her belly. “Did you forget just how badly I humiliated you lost time?” Gomez asked as she straddled Olivia’s back and leaned over so her mouth was just inches from Holt’s left ear. How could she have forgotten it, that memory was etched so deeply into her brain it was the sole reason she had yearned for a second chance against Selena in the first place.
In her extremely dominant position, Selena pulled off her own grey shirt and slipped it underneath Olivia’s head. Gomez had her hands on either end of the top as she pulled on it with all her strength causing Olivia’s neck to snap backwards as Selena was choking out the young blonde. Gomez leaned back pulling Holt’s neck along with her until the blonde was looking straight up at the ceiling fan gasping in in vein as she tried to catch her breath. But Selena was hell bent on ending this scuffle here and now as she leaned and pulled back with everything she had as the tears formed in little Olivia’s eyes and with absolutely nowhere to go, Holt’s body went limp as Selena had once again defeated her.
Putting her top back on victoriously once again, a light switch suddenly went off in Selena’s head and she quickly acted upon it by using a sheet to hogtie Olivia’s arms and legs together before placing an apple in the blonde’s mouth and a little note on the mirror directly in the blonde’s view that read, “whenever you are ready for round 3, I will never run out of ways to humiliate your weak ass.”
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That's a fantastic one-two punch, iamrodgers! ;D
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Really fine, Serena turns wild.
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Katherine Heigl vs Charlize Theron
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Charlize grunted heavily as Katherine threw two kneelifts in quick succession to her lower belly. Heigl then cupped her hands behind her opponent's head and yanked her downward, even as she drove another knee up, this one connecting with Theron's jaw. Dazed, it was all the moaning blonde could do to not collapse to the floor.
Grabbing her rival by the hair, Heigl pulled her stumbling around the penthouse, smirking as the South African mewling in haplessness. "What's the matter, Charlie?" Katherine sneered. "Feeling like you've hit the wall? Well, now you will!" And with that, the statuesque American takes her equally statuesque adversary by the wrist and starts to whip her toward the nearby wall, intent on slamming Theron front-first into it. But at the last instant, Charlize manages to lift her left leg and plant her foot against the wall, breaking the momentum against her and saving herself. Heigl is momentarily confused by what has just occurred, allowing Theron to take her by the arm and turn the tide. And now it is the startled Katherine who is smashed bodily into the wall.
Heigl stumbles backward, eyes glazed, and now it's her turn to struggle not to collapse in a heap to the carpet; the drywall now bears two round indentations, courtesy of the blonde's 34D's (rather than repair the damage, the penthouse's owner will later simply hang a frame around them, displaying them as art!). Adrenaline pumping through her veins now, Theron grabs her adversary and hoists her up across her shoulders. Charlize then begins to twirl around and around, subjecting Katherine to an airplane spin, causing the helpless blonde to whine and wail in panic as her remaining senses are stripped away.
Finally coming to a halt, with a grunt Theron lifts her opponent up and SLAMS her to the floor. Heigl lay there, glassy eyes uncomprehending, a trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth as a soft whimper escapes her throat. Planting a foot atop her fallen foe's breasts, Charlize claims her victory to the cheers of the spectators.
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That was excellent, Nicole! Alyson is one of my favorites, and Charisma really does deserve to be used in matches more often. :)
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Charisma using her amazing legs to squeeze the submission out of Alyson - that is a great mental picture. :)
Very nice, Nicole S. Really enjoyed it, thank you.
100,000 thread views...amazing! ;D
It certainly is! The best thread, by far.
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That was excellent, Nicole! Alyson is one of my favorites, and Charisma really does deserve to be used in matches more often. :)
Thanks, Jack! I just started a Buffy/Angel rewatch, and I'm a huge fan of Charisma so you can expect her to be in quite a few more stories. ;)
Excellent story. Are you ever going to finish your Lindsey pelas story? Or your battle of the starlets? Or do the Kate upton-Charlotte mckinney titfight?
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...mainly in between the oodles of snippets I'll be writing in here. :)
Oodle away, Nicole! ;D
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Great stuff, Nicole S. Thanks!
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If someone could do a margot robbie vs natalie dormer that would be much appreciated ;D ;D ;D
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Margot Robbie Vs Megan Fox
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Most people know when to keep their mouths shut, but there are those unfortunate few that have to learn this lesson the hard way. After one too many drinks Margot Robbie could be heard from across the entire restaurant comment on just how fat she thought Megan Fox and even joked about how it had helped lead to Megan’s career spiraling.
Minutes later Margot was totally dreading those words as Megan dominated the scuffle and now had the blonde seated on the ground at her feet as Megan sat back comfortably in a chair. Then, after giving Margot a few playful slap across her cheeks, Megan forcibly pulled on Margot’s hair inducing a shrill squeal from Robbie while Fox easily wrapped her legs tightly around Margot’s neck and began to squeeze.
The drunk loudmouth had been reduced to a sorry mess as Megan Fox refused to relinquish her leg vice while relishing in humiliating Margot so easily in front of the entire restaurant. The tears soon began to flow from Robbie’s eyes as her face slowly changed from white to red and her eyes flickered up and down as she was on the verge of blacking out. Megan also knew this and decided to celebrate by ordering a bottle of champagne.
“Here’s to you making my night dear!” Megan toasted Margot and took a sip of the champagne straight from the bottle before slowly pouring the rest of the bottle over Robbie’s head and watched as the champagne trickled down Margot’s face and body as the defeated blonde’s fight experience came to an end when she faded into dreamland.
Megan stayed seated with Margot locked between her legs for a while signing autographs and posing for pictures with on lookers until it was about time for her to go home, but before she left Fox grabbed the empty champagne bottle and placed it in Margot’s mouth as the blonde lay on her back still unconscious.
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Ariana Grande VS Jennette McCurdy
"How did it come to this? How could I let this bitch get the upperhand?" These thought were constantly spiraling inside Jenette's head as she lay flat on her back on the canvas of the wrestling ring. Jenette, who was undefeated at this point, thought that wrestling Ariana would be a piece of cake. However, Jenette's overconfidence was the source of her demise. Her dark blue tank top was wadded up into a ball on the ground outside of the ring and her black pants were draped over the top rope adjacent to her curled up body.
Her face, pink from the humiliation of being stripped down to her bra and panties. She helplessly crossed her right arm over her breaststroke as her left hand covered her crotch. A futile, yet instinctive attempt to shield her body from the sold out arena and the flashing lights of cameras. Her C cup breasts were encased by a dainty, lace light blue bra and her pale, firm as cheeks poured out of her matching lacey light blue thong.
Ariana stood above her, fully clothed in a skimpy black dress with matching heels, her hands placed on her hips as she smirked down at her former costar. "Did you really think you stood a chance, you stupid bitch? Everyone knows that you've always been jealous of me. Face it, I'm the better actress, the better singer and I'm way prettier. Your just a pathetic loser!" Grande spat as she approached her blonde rival. "Time for you to get an up-close and personal look at true perfection."
McCurdy whimpered in defiance, "Fuck you. How could I ever be jealous of a conceited slut?" Grande smiled as she reached under her dress and slid her black thong down her legs, kicking the undergarment to the side. The brunette knelt beside McCurdy, grabbing onto her blonde locks, she shoves her rivals face between her thighs, locking in a headscissors. "Get a good look, honey, because you'll never be this close to perfection."
Jenette's eyes bulged in fear as her face was mere inches away from her rival's naked, freshly shaved cxnt. Jenette screams in horror as she kicks her legs and frantically slaps at Ariana's tan thighs. McCurdy's eyes well up with tears as her nostrils fill with her rivals scent, causing the blonde to gag in revulsion. Jenette's face turns crimson as Grande's thighs squeeze her neck.
Jenette's limbs begin to slow down, her slaps transform into light taps and her kicking legs just give a twitch. With a final crushing pulse of Grande's thighs, Jenette's body shudders and her body lays inert on the mat. Drool begins to dribble out of McCurdy's open mouth and leaks onto Grande's thigh. "Gross!" Ariana screeches as she unwrap her legs, allowing her rival to drop face-first onto the mat. "You got your fucking saliva on me you stupid, bitch." Grande, irate at her former costar, unclasps Jenette's bra, kicks her dozing body over and plucks the undergarment from her chest, revealing her C cups to the roaring fans. With devilish glee, she dances her fingers playfully down McCurdy's torso until they land on the waistband of her panties. She hooks her fingers into the waist band, slowly peeling them down the beaten blonde's legs and finally ripping them off completely, revealing her freshly shaved pussy.
Throwing her rival's underwear into the raucous crowd, Ariana straddles her foe's face. "Time to wake up, sleepy head." Ariana coos, causing Jenette's to stir slightly. McCurdy's eyelids flutter open to see, to her dismay, Ariana gleaming down at her. "Get the Fuck off me." Jenette mumbles. Ariana grins in delight, "Oh, don't worry. I will be getting off." With that, Ariana slides up, dropping her warm, wet snatched right onto her rival's nose. Jenette's muffled screams can be heard as Grande sways her hips. Her pussy vigorously scrubbing against the quivering landscape if her foe's face. She thrusts her hips forward, focusing on McCurdy's nose and mouth. "Yes, right there. God, that feels great!" Grande pants as her hips pick up the pace.
McCurdy let's out an a mortified sob that reverberates against the sensitive lips of Grande's vagina. "Ohh..oh.. HOLY SHIT!" Grande moans. She spreads her knees, clutches onto her rival's golden locks and shoves Jenette's face even deeper into her pussy. Ariana bucks her hips, vigorously sliding her clit against McCurdy's nose. Fuck, Fuck FUUUUUCK!" Grande let's out an animalistic roar as her thighs quiver. She stares up at the heavens as her body releases in euphoria.
Ariana, notorious for being a jobber, is inexperienced with riding her opponent's face and had not smothered Jenette during the process, forcing the beaten blonde to stay conscious and cognizant through the entire ride. Ariana slides down onto McCurdy's voluptuous tits, crushing them beneath her ass. She places her hands on her hips as she pants in exhaustion, allowing the afterglow of extacy to rush through her body. She looks down at Jenette's face, which at this point is ruddy and coated with a thick layer of tears and Ariana's vaginal juices. The blonde shuts her eyes tight as she lay blubbering in defeat. As she sobs, a clear fluid runs out of the corner of her mouth, courtesy of Grande's pussy.
Ariana stands up, placing her foot on Jenette's heaving breasts as she poses in victory. "I hope you learned your lesson, skank." Ariana spits at her rival. The brunette slides her panties back on before gathering McCurdy's discarded clothes and sauntering to the back. Jenette lay sobbing on the mat, her firm, nude, body convulsing as she gags on Ariana's vaginal juices. Her undefeated streak now brought to a screeching halt by a jobber.
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Excellent work jdo90, and perfect combatants. It's a poorly kept secret that Ariana and Jeanette did not get along when shooting their TV show, Sam & Cat...that when they weren't ignoring each other, they were in screaming arguments. Word is, things got so bad...and so many tapings were going expensively off-schedule because one or both young ladies would storm off the set in a huff...that Nickelodeon finally cancelled it after only one season, despite its success.
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Young Tigresses 9 Girl Brawl
Ciara Bravo
Abigail Breslin
Sammi Hanratty
Olivia Holt
Stella Hudgens
Lia Marie Johnson
Peyton List
Chloe Moretz
Ariel Winter
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It was audacious in concept and riotous in execution. Nine of the most exciting young phenoms in celebrity catfighting, all battling at once to determine who the "Young Tigress of 2016" is. The nonet of lasses, each garbed in a tiger skin print bikini or one-piece, gathered in a large rectangular room, deprived of all furniture, with thick carpeting below their feet. The elite spectators watched from above the fray from a balcony that encircled three side of the room.
The signal was given, and the melee erupted. Wordlessly, eight of the girls all focused on the same target at once: within moments, Sammi Hanratty found herself flat on her back, with all eight of her rivals diving on top of her in a monkey pile. Driven unconscious by the crushing weight, Hanratty was the first eliminated.
With an even number of combatants now, the contest turned into a quarter of one-on-one fights. Petite high-flyers Ciaro Bravo and Peyton List found their speed and agility of little use against their larger, more brawl-adept opponents, and they were swiftly knocked out by Lia and Olivia.
The number now reduced to six, temporary alliances began to form. Stella Hudgens found herself overwhelmed and battered into unconsciousness by the hellish duo of Abigail Breslin and Lia Marie Johnson, leaving her in a crumpled heap on the floor. A mere heartbeat later, Abigail turned on her erstwhile ally and, with a rear naked choke, soon had her rival slumbering as well.
Things took a bit of a comical turn as Olivia snared Ariel in a headlock...only to have Abigail headlock her...and then Chloe headlock Breslin! The foursome snaked around the room, grunting and groaning, until finally Abigail swung her left arm up, slamming it between Moretz's thighs. Chloe let out a piercing yelp and, releasing her headlock, dropped to her knees. Breslin released her hold on Johnson and pounced on the stunned Chloe, tightly wrapping a sleeper hold on her fellow blonde. Moretz thrashed, her hands tugging at the arms wrapped like steel bands around her head, until finally her leaden arms fell and her eyes fluttered shut.
And now there were three.
Olivia and Ariel had been trading punches and kneelifts to bellies and breasts, their curvaceous bodies glistening with perspiration as they gasped and moaned from the dual hammerings. Suddenly Breslin joined the struggle, and Holt found herself double-teamed; a slap from Winters spun the blonde around, while another slap from Abigail spun her right back. After several more of these, Olivia found herself snuggled tightly between her two adversaries, as Breslin and Winters each applied a bearhug on her, their bosoms crushing Holt's lush body between them, squeezing the air from her lungs. After several long moments of squirming, the blonde went limp. Abigail and Ariel released their crushing embrace, and Olivia collapsed to the floor in a heap.
An instant later, Winters and Breslin were tearing into each other. Hated rivals long before this night, both hoped the battle would come down tot he two of them, so each could have the pleasure of defeating the other. Minute after minute ticked by as the blonde and the brunette battered one another, both struggling against utter exhaustion, their bodies wracked with pain. Yet still they pushed themselves, both determined to defeat the other.
In a replay of the move that left them as the last two girls standing, Abigail and Ariel finally clutched one another in bearhugs, except now there was to Lia between them, so their breasts pressed agonizingly against each other as they moaned and mewled. Their bodies trembled from the pain and the exertion, until it seemed as if they would topple to the carpet.
It was now that Olivia finally sat up, having regained her senses. Winters and Breslin were so intent on battling each other, neither had made certain that Holt was fully knocked out. Now, rising up on shaky legs, Olivia limped over to her opponents, who were still so focused on each other they failed to notice her return to the match. Both Ariel and Abigail yelped as Olivia grabbed them by their hair, then slammed their heads forward, the foreheads of both cracking together. Badly dazed, the two released their bearhugs and collapsed to their backs, eyes glazed as they lay moaning in pain.
Moving with all of the speed she could muster from her own aching body, Olivia grabbed Abigail by the wrists and dragged her across the floor and onto her belly, they laid her atop Ariel in such a way that the blonde's face nestled between her rival's breasts, while Breslin's own breasts pressed down upon the prone Winters. Holt then snaked her right leg under Ariel, while her left legs wrapped about Abigail's back, and she began to squeeze, pressing her victims tightly together with her scissors, and forcing them to smother each other!
Abigail and Ariel squirmed, but they could not pull free of their tormentor's boa-like legs. And then, as one, Breslin and Winters ceased to move altogether, as they were KO'd. With a groan, Olivia released her hold and pushed herself up to her feet. She then planted a foot upon the rear end of the slumbering Abigail, raised her arms in a victory pose, and with a self-satisfied smile and a giggle, proved herself the true Young Tigress!
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Love the finish there. Would have switched the roles for Olivia and Lia, but otherwise excellent.
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Enjoy the format of this thread- 2 -3 paragraphs are the perfect length. I like a story that provides a brief background and/or introduction of the fighters and/or why and how they are fighting. A few sentences describing how the fight has progressed to the final finishing action, and then of course the finishing of the fight. Longer more detailed posts can always be posted on celebrity fights in a separate thread. everyone keep up the good work.
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How about a story with Lindsey pelas or Hunter King.
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IIRC, the original intent of this thread was to limit it to "finishing" moves (short write-ups of the last minute or so of matches), rather than full fight stories. Most of the posts are in the 3-6 paragraph range so that's what I'd try to limit myself to.
Full stories are much longer - and much more interesting in MY opinion - but the popularity of this thread shows my view is NOT in the majority (although I do read it daily!)
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I love the concept and the length! Too long and it just becomes boring, I love imaging the fight as it leads up to where it usually starts in the thread.
For fun, I'd love to see a Miley Cyrus vs Victoria Justice. Two former Disney girls going at it? Why not?
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Hey maybe a fight with Gigi and Bella hadid vs Kendall and Kylie jenner
This would be great
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How about a figh with Lindsey pleas vs playmate iryna Ivanova, love to see them in a titfight.
Lindsey
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CVE-41wU4AADLqt.jpg
http://static.thesuperficial.com/uploads/2015/10/the-crap-we-missed-1002-00.jpg
http://gamebattles.majorleaguegaming.com/cdn/gb/arenas/teams/16/222/941/23479319_1456176988_1920.jpeg
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Iryna
http://cfile26.uf.tistory.com/image/235C623D54582B85060841
http://i.imgur.com/8ZHBNAr.jpg
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CNUvg6lVAAAL6oX.png:large
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CV_BB74U4AE8aES.jpg
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Mollee Gray vs Zendaya
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It had been a grueling contest between the two, their bodies soaked with sweat as they each panted heavily for breath. Mollee had the upper hand, pulling her bent-over opponent's head down between her thighs and wrapping her arms around Zendaya's waist. The blonde dipped her knees and with a grunt, began to lift her adversary up off of her feet, setting her up for a power bomb that would almost certainly wipe the brunette out and leave her helpless.
Realizing this, Zendaya in a panic began to frantically kick her feet; as a result, she broke Mollee's leverage and she had to set her down. Her feet now firmly on the carpet, Zendaya wrapped her arms around Gray's thighs and, with a grunt of her own, hoisted the startled blonde up, throwing her backward to the floor, which the blonde hit with a stunned thud.
For a moment the brunette swooned as if she would also collapse from exhaustion, but she rallied herself. Her adversary's legs had done some severe damage during the match...Zendaya's ears were still ringing after being crushed by Mollee's steely thighs in a headscissors...so it occurred to the sepia-skinned beauty that it would be poetic justice to use her rival's own gams against her. Dropping to her knees behind Mollee, she rolled the blonde on her side. Zendaya then placed her right foot against Gray's throat, and pulled Mollee's left leg up and pulled it back across the brunette's shoulder, torquing her lithe body in a stretch muffler. The electric jolt of pain coursing through her body snapped Mollee out of her daze. She squirmed, but lacked the strength to break free. Tears welled in her eyes as she wailed in agony. Still, she defiantly refused to submit...but that just encouraged Zendaya to pull on her leg all the harder.
Finally, after what seemed to her like an eternity...but which was actually barely thirty seconds...Mollee shrieked our her surrender. "STOP! LET ME GO!!! I GIVE UP!!!" Zendaya gave a sly smile and an extra tug of her rival's limb, then released her, stood up, and placed a foot upon the hip of her sobbing opponent to strike a victory pose.
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From the sounds coming from inside the trailer, two cast members of "Modern Family" - Julie Bowen and Ariel Winter - seemed to be having a particularly noisy fight. The film crew listened, fascinated at the screams, curses and threats coming from inside the small trailer.
Then, with a loud thump, the noises ended and the door opened. Ariel Winter stepped out first. Her hair was a mess and she was sporting two black eyes and a swollen lip. Her expensive gown was in tatters and most of her large breasts were exposed. But just when one of the crew started to congratulate her for her win, Ariel's eyes rolled back in her head and she did a face-plant in the dirt. She was out cold!
That was when Julie strolled out behind her. Except for few minor scratches and bruises, she looked fine. She laughed and waved to the staring crew. "Next time one of these little bitches thinks she can run me off the set, they need to remember this day!" She posed for pics with her foot on Ariel's upturned ass, then pulled her up by her dark hair to take a selfie of her and the still unconscious brunette.
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Kaley and Brooke agreed to fight - winner to receive 500,000 cash prize. Brooke could really use the cash, Kaley, who really didn't need the money, was not one to run away from a fight. The only things that the girls were told was to arrive at the Hollywood mansion wearing a dress and that this would be a specialty fight with a touch of danger. Brooke made her entrance first wearing a lightweight print sundress. Kaley made her entrance wearing a much heavier green satin number. The women came to the center where they stared each other down as the rules of the fight were explained to the combatants. They would fight in the pool of waist deep water, the winner would be the girl who could hold her opponent under for 20 seconds. No other rules. The girls were a little surprised by the rules, but both were ready to fight as they were lead to the pool. "I'll drown your skanky British ass", said Kaley. "I'll scratch your eyes out bitch", replied Brooke. The girls stepped into the pool and circled each other. Kaley quickly realized that she was at a disadvantage with her choice of dress. Brooke was moving freely, while Kaley was hampered by the wet cumbersome green dress. Kaley thought of trying to rid herself of her dress and fight nude, but before she could Brooke attacked. The girls immediately went underwater where they clawed at each other trying to gain the advantage. Unlike most catfights where stripping the other fighter was a usual tactic, the two fighters only wanted to get the other in a position to hold her under. 5 minutes into the fight the girls were grunting and breathing heavily, their wet dresses were clinging sexually to their bodies. Kaley was in trouble as her dress was really restricting her movements now. Kaley was not used to being in a situation where she was losing a fight. Brooke seeing the fear in Cuocco's eyes went for the kill. As the girls fingers were locked up, Brooke maneuvered behind Kaley and was able to get her right arm around Kaley's throat, with her left hand she grabbed Kaley's hair and forced her under the water. Brooke held her under for about 10 seconds then brought her up and submerged her again. "Finish her off", the crowd yelled. Brooke sensing victory brought the struggling, scared Kaley to the surface again, placed both hands around Kaley's throat and brought her under the water to the bottom of the pool where she began to choke the helpless Kaley. Fearing for Kaley's life several men jumped into the pool and pulled the wild eyed Brooke off of the nearly unconscious Kaley.
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Any one there with a story involving Sarah Shahi?
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Lindsay Lohan vs Heather Morris
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As the two blondes stood side by side, Heather drew her left arm across Lindsay's throat and bent her backward at the waist. Morris then balled her right fist and began to throw punch after punch into her opponent's belly, her blows thudding against the sweaty skin as Lohan grunted in pain with each. Every now and again, Heather with throw an uppercut to one of her opponent's breasts, causing the dazed Lindsay to yip. Of course, a pounding such as this is only fair, as Lindsay had similarly hammered Heather earlier in their brutal catfight, nearly knocking Morris out by slugging the air from her body with the torrent of punches.
But now however Heather had the upper hand, and she wasn't about to relinquish it. Without warning, she suddenly dropped to one knee, pulling Lohan down with her; Lindsay's spine painfully slammed across Morris's bent left knee. Heather drilled a few elbow smashes into her adversary's taut abs, then clamped a clawhold upon Lindsay's tummy with her right hand, while the palm of her left pressed down upon LiLo's chin, stretching her in an agonizing backbreaker. Tears, tinted black from Lohan's eyeliner, streaked her face as she howling in pained protest. Impressively, Lindsay withstood the torment for well over a two full minutes before she could endure no longer, and she rasped out, "AWWWWW FUUUUUUUCK! I QUIT!"
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Maybe someone could do more fights with Teresa Palmer.
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Teresa Palmer vs Lindsey Pelas
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"They're just too much for you, aren't they cutie?" Lindsey Pelas was squeezing her victim, Teresa Palmer, in a mighty bearhug. Pelas's breasts crushed the life out of Palmer's and flattened them against her chest.
Teresa was embarrassed. It was only 15 minutes earlier that she was flaunting her body in front of drooling men on the beach. Now that same proud body was being utterly humiliated by Pelas. A single tear dripped down her cheek. "Ow..." She squeaked. "Let... gooo..."
But Lindsey simply grinned and pressed harder. Teresa let out a gasp and started to go limp in her captor's arms. Teresa's arms dangled by her side and her legs wobbled. Soon, Lindsey was holding her up all on her own.
Lindsey let Teresa's body slip and her face fell into the deep victorious cleavage of Pelas. Teresa murmured and shivered, but could do nothing as she was shortly put completely asleep by Lindsey's massive breasts.
With Teresa out, Lindsey dropped her to the sand and slipped her bikini top off. She shoved it in Teresa's mouth, leaving her lying there on the beach, her softened breasts exposed to all the startled onlookers.
"Come back when you've got real tits," Lindsey giggled aloud as she strutted away proudly, leaving the slumbering Teresa at the mercy of the crowds.
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Good story, Jimi! I'd love to see Lindsey come up against someone who could match her boob for boob and see what happens then.
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To redheads who look alike but which ones better.
Bryce Dallas Howard
http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/478459/740full-bryce-dallas-howard.jpg
http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/320x384/public/images/2016/01/012816-bryce-dallas-howard-lead.jpg?itok=9V-zJq6m
http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2016/01/18/00/3046422100000578-3404239-image-m-11_1453078132933.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/gMSPi8N.jpg
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Jessica Chastain
http://www.thatsmye.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/64116-F011115B-0766.jpg
https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/jessica-chastain.jpg
http://images.askmen.com/jessica-chastain/picture-1-135239733234.jpg
http://3m3y892ngk5k1mjv4e2in6jm.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/Jessica-chastain-1.jpeg
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To redheads who look alike but which ones better.
Bryce Dallas Howard
http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/478459/740full-bryce-dallas-howard.jpg
http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/320x384/public/images/2016/01/012816-bryce-dallas-howard-lead.jpg?itok=9V-zJq6m
http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2016/01/18/00/3046422100000578-3404239-image-m-11_1453078132933.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/gMSPi8N.jpg
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Jessica Chastain
http://www.thatsmye.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/64116-F011115B-0766.jpg
https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/jessica-chastain.jpg
http://images.askmen.com/jessica-chastain/picture-1-135239733234.jpg
http://3m3y892ngk5k1mjv4e2in6jm.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/Jessica-chastain-1.jpeg
Nice. This would be a hot match up!
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If some of you talented writers would like to write a story to this it would be awesome and appreciated.
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Penny (Kaley Cuoco) vs Santana (Naya Rivera)
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Penny slammed her fist into her opponent's taut abs. Santana let out a sharp gasp, but otherwise betrayed no other outward sign of distress. After a few heartbeats, a taunting smirk curled on her lips and she purred, "Is that the best you've got, cupcake?" An instant later, the Latina headbutted her opponent, the California blonde staggering backward from the blow, her eyes glazed. Stepping up to her backpedaling rival, the brunette cups her hands behind Penny's head to hold her in place, and then drives her knee up hard into the blonde's lower belly, causing her to double over with a gasp of pain.
Stepping behind her adversary, Santana presses her foot first behind Penny's left knee, then her right, causing her legs to buckle, dropping her to her knees. The Latina then presses the heels of her palms against the temples of the blonde's head, pushing with all of her might. Penny yowls from the crushing pressure, her senses starting to reel. But the East Coast beauty isn't about to finish off her vaunted opponent just yet. She releases her hold and drops to her knees; unhooking Penny's bikini halter, she throws the garment aside, and then slips her arms up under the blonde's own, reaching around in order to sink her stiletto-like fingers into the golden-haired battlers breasts, squeezing and twisting them. The smile on the Latina's face as she tortured her foe made plain her enjoyment. No one had expected her to last long against Penny, one of the top fighters in all of apartment wrestling. But now, after a brutal contest, the brunette had at last gained the upper hand, and with Penny's destruction she would make herself the new legend of the sport.
That dream was on the verge of being fulfilled...for the next two seconds, anyway. Suddenly, Penny snapped her head back, her skull smashing right between her tormentor's eyes. With a dazed moan, Santana flopped onto her back, glassy eyes staring blankly at the penthouse ceiling. The blonde spared a moment to massage her aching 'girls', then turned her attention back to her adversary.
The next five minutes were a graduate class in devastation, as the LA doll systematically dismantled her arrogant New York rival. Santana was ultimately reduced to tears as she found herself flat on her belly, her right leg wrenched up and back even as Penny pulled the Latina's head backward as well. As a former cheerleader, Santana had tremendous flexibility, but as the blonde forced the Latina's toes to touch the crown of her own head, the brunette's lush body had reached its breaking point. She screamed out her surrender, blubbering for mercy. Penny gave a cruel crooked grin, kept her hold in place for a few heartbeats more, and only then consented to release her would-be conqueror.
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Love the Santana/Penny fight - excellent work, Jack! I think the ladies from "Glee" are sadly neglected on this board. And I hope you don't mind if I do an alternate story with the same women.
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Kaley Cuoco and Naya Rivera were waiting outside a casting agent's office, preparing to audition for a new movie - a big budget film rumored to be the next blockbuster franchise.
Kaley was quick to point out to Naya that she was a much bigger name, a hotter star and much tougher. So, she concluded "You better back your bags and go back to your own little world, girlie!" The upshot of all this was that push led to shove, shove led to a slap and suddenly the two beauties were scratching, clawing, punching and wrestling all over the office.
The taller Naya soon took control of the "tougher" Kaley, holding down her head with one long arm as the blonde swung her arms wildly at her, hoping to connect. Tiring of that, Naya led fly with a teeth-rattling one-two punch that left Kaley rubbery legged and cross-eyed.
The Latina girl smiled at Kaley's "I've-just-been-punched-goofy" face and finished her off with a high kick right under her chin. The blonde flew backwards to land sprawling in the couch, legs spread wide and a dazed look on her ko'd face.
"Now excuse me, Miss Tough Chick," Naya told her with a cold smile. "I have a role to claim while you sleep this one off!"
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Great stuff, Sandman! I think Naya has the makings of being a powerful force around here. :)
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Here are some quickie finishers featuring some of my favorite match-ups. Not to spoil anything, but I call these 'Bad Girls Victorious'. ;)
Vanessa Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere
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Vanessa let out a huge gasp of breath as the air was pounded from her body, courtesy of Hayden's relentless foot stomps to the prone brunette's belly, punctuated by painful stomps to her breasts. Swiftly, Hudgens was reduced to a state of helplessness, her glazed eyes, brimming with tears, betraying her utter exhaustion, her battered body glistening with sweat as it twitched spasmodically, but otherwise lay still. For an added dollop of humiliation, Panettiere then planted her foot upon her hapless rival's face and flexed her arms in a victory pose. "Anybody doubt I'm the winner?" she purred to the spectators, and no one voiced any objection.
Alyson Hannlgan vs Katie Holmes
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Katie gave a predator's smile as she stood watching her rival desperately try to drag herself across the carpeted floor, Alyson frantic to put distance between herself and Holmes and gain precious time to try and catch her second wind. But while Hannlgan still held out hope of turning the tide, the brunette was utterly certain that victory was now undeniably within her grasp. Alyson's retreat was halted as she felt her opponent sit down upon her back. Once upon a time, Hannlgan had been renowned for her Mandible Claw finisher, but then she faced Katie, who proved herself even more adept at the hold. There are few things which Holmes enjoys more than to force her nemesis to submit by her own finisher. And thus Katie slips the index and middle finger of each hand into the corners of her opponent's mouth, fishhooking her as she clamps down on the back of her jaw. Alyson's feet kick wildly and her eyes go wide with pain, but her body is too spent to offer any real resistance, and it is only a matter of moments before she is slapping her left palm at the floor, signaling her submission. After another fifteen seconds or so of this torture, Holmes consents to accept the surrender and she releases her hold.
Kaley Cuoco vs Mila Kunis
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Mila on her back, legs pulled up and in tight against herself, with Kaley stretched backward across the brunette's knees in a Mexican Ceiling Hold. The blonde's lush body, her bare breasts glistening, is offered up like a sacrifice to the wrestling gods, as she is stretched backward, her spine bent to an agonizing degree. All of her feeble efforts to pull free having failed, the exhausted and agonized Cuoco can only sob her surrender. But Kunis isn't in a merciful mood, and she keeps the torturous hold in place until at last, the blonde passes out from the pain.
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'Bad Girls Victorious'. Well of course they are! Nice work Jackflash.
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Very nicely done, HV! I fully expect Hayden to get her revenge on that meddling Selena, and then I can't wait to see her try to win back her purloined panties from Nessa. :D
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Emily and Miley had a catfight at a party about a year ago with Emily easily defeating Miley. They were asked to fight again, this time in a topless boxing match to a knockout in front of about 50 spectators. 2 minute rounds until one girl knocked her opponent out. The girls had traded punches for 5 rounds. Each girl had knocked her rival down once, but neither fighter had taken control of the fight. The girls were tired, sweating and breathing heavily as they stared at each other at the beginning of round 6. The crowd urged the girls to finish it without gloves, and nude. Miley was first to throw her gloves to the ground and remove her panties. Emily quickly followed suit, and the two nude tired fighters slowly circled each other. They came together in a mutual bear hug each girl trying to dominate the other with their tits. Neither girl said a word as they unsuccessfully tried to force the other to the ground. They stepped away from each other and extended their arms above their heads challenging each other to engage in a tit to tit test of strength to decide the outcome. They locked fingers, pressed their boobs together and the struggle was on. Emily slowly was forcing the grunting Miley to the ground. The exhausted Miley could not fight back as Emily wrapped her legs around Miley's waist in a powerful scissors, with her two hands Emily grabbed both of Mileys boobs and began to twist. Miley , now weeping, begged Emily to stop. Emily finished her opponent off with two punches to Miley's head. Miley laid there unable to move, Emily raised her arms in victory to the cheers of the crowd as she paraded around the defeated Miley.
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Very nice Nicole and all! This thread is by far the best in celebrity catfight stories, in my opinion.
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Lacey Chabert vs Aubrey O'Day
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Lacey slumped in the corner, the only thing keeping her upright were her arms slung over the top ropes on either side of her. Through blurry vision, she saw Aubrey rushing at her from across the ring; actually, she was seeing double, so it was more like two Aubrey's aiming four of her 34D breasts right at the brunette. Running full tilt, the blonde slammed her chest into that of her opponent, her 'girls' smashing like twin wrecking balls into Chabert's 34C's, causing Lacey to gasp loudly in pain.
Next, stepping up onto the bottom ropes, O'Day grabbed her stunned opponent by the hair and tilted her head back, then pressed her breasts down over Chabert's face, giving the brunette a 'jugging' that smothered the breath from her. With Lacey now badly dazed, Aubrey alit back down to the canvas, balled her fists, and began throwing hooks, crosses and uppercuts to her victim's orbs, the agonized Chabert moaning and yelping with every hammering blow, her breasts rapidly purpling with bruises as they are mauled in the cups of her halter top.
Finally halting her assault, the merciless blonde grabbed Lacey by the hair and pulled her stumbling out of the corner. In center ring, she snapmared Chabert flat on her back, then did a leg drop down across the brunette's battered chest, drawing forth a sharp yowl of anguish from the hapless victim. Aubrey then sat atop her prone opponent and pressed her arms down to the mat in a schoolgirl pin, and commanded the referee to count to ten, just so she could demonstrated to the feebly squirming woman beneath her just how helpless and beaten she was.
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Amazing stories, everyone! :)
I can't decide between writing a snippet of a fight between Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift, or Selena and Miley Cyrus. I'm leaning slightly towards the latter.
Selena vs. Miley is a classic match-up. It usually ends up badly for poor Selena tho :D
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Amazing stories, everyone! :)
I can't decide between writing a snippet of a fight between Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift, or Selena and Miley Cyrus. I'm leaning slightly towards the latter.
Selena vs. Miley is a classic match-up. It usually ends up badly for poor Selena tho :D
Then again, Miley might come into the fight over-confident, making her sloppy, which could give Selena an edge.
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Amazing stories, everyone! :)
I can't decide between writing a snippet of a fight between Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift, or Selena and Miley Cyrus. I'm leaning slightly towards the latter.
Selena and Taylor, please!
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Amazing stories, everyone! :)
I can't decide between writing a snippet of a fight between Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift, or Selena and Miley Cyrus. I'm leaning slightly towards the latter.
Selena and Taylor, please!
agreed
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Amazing stories, everyone! :)
I can't decide between writing a snippet of a fight between Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift, or Selena and Miley Cyrus. I'm leaning slightly towards the latter.
Selena vs. Miley is a classic match-up. It usually ends up badly for poor Selena tho :D
Then again, Miley might come into the fight over-confident, making her sloppy, which could give Selena an edge.
Absolutely! It would be nice to see Selena mop up the floor with Miley.
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Amazing stories, everyone! :)
I can't decide between writing a snippet of a fight between Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift, or Selena and Miley Cyrus. I'm leaning slightly towards the latter.
BFFs fight! Finally letting it all out behind the scenes
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That was great!
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Love anything with Scarlett! Keep up the outstanding writing Nicole!
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Lovely work on both of those, Nicole! ;D
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Kristin Kreuk
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The sound of Sarah's open palm slapping across Kristin's cheek cracked throughout the room, a spray of sweat erupting from the brunette as her head twists violently to the side. Stunned for the span of a heartbeat or two, Kreuk suddenly retaliates with an equally stinging slap of her own to the blonde's face. Gellar and Kreuk thus trade slaps again and again, their cheeks glowing red and their eyes growing glassy, as they continue to push their exhausted bodies after a grueling battle that has thus far resulting in little more than stalemate between the two rivals. Under the lights of the penthouse living room, tiny rivulets of perspiration glistened across their bare skin, their bikinis long since ripped from their lithe figures in shreds.
Both beauties staggered, they pause for a few moments to pant for breath and gather their waning strength. Then Sarah pulls her right arm far back and unleashes mighty swing...only to have Kristin manage to just narrowly duck under it. Her unchecked momentum causes Gellar to stumble forward, where she is suddenly and painfully halted by a fist to her belly, courtesy of Kreuk. With her opponent now momentarily stunned, the brunette moves with unexpected swiftness, twisting Sarah's body against her own while her right leg anchors against the blonde's own, and Kreuk's left leg is wrapped against Gellar's throat, locking her in an Octopus Hold. Sarah gasps and moans as her body is agonizingly torqued, and her torment is only increased when Kristin cruelly presses her elbow into the blonde's ribs.
Gellar's whole body trembles as she desperately tries to marshal the strength to throw her adversary off and end her torture, but Kreuk manages to keep the hold locked on tightly, and tears soon well in the blonde's eyes. After two full minutes of this, Sarah can no longer take the punishment, and she sobs out, 'STOP...PLEASE! I-I GIVE UP!" A broad smile comes to Kristin's lips...but she doesn't release her hold. Now the blonde is shrieking in pain and begging for mercy, first humbled and now humiliated by her rival. Finally, Kreuk displays what passes for mercy from her, and she releases her hapless victim. Sarah crumples to the carpeted floor in a sobbing heap, as Kristin places a foot upon her beaten opponent's hip and raises her arms in glorious triumph.
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Another great story, Jackflash, and I loved the pics too.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Eiko Koike
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Hawaii was a long way for Scarlett to travel for a match, but it was equal distance for her opponent, Japanese Eiko, and thus deemed the perfect neutral ground. The moment the two 32DD beauties stepped into the large living room of the seaside mansion, it became clear that both were determined to fight to a breast smother finish. In the brawl that ensued, bikini halters were torn away and breasts were brutally punched, slapped, squeezed and stomped, as both Johansson and Koike battled in an ongoing stalemate.
Near the thirty minute mark, it was becoming obvious that Johansson was slowly gaining the upper hand, the blonde putting her Asian opponent on the defensive much of the time. Seemingly going in for the kill, Scarlett slipped behind her equally curvaceous adversary, wrapping her arms tight around her as the set-up for a belly to back suplex that was intended to leave the brunette wiped out and done for. But suddenly, Eiko reaches up with her hands and grabs her rival by her honey golden hair, and drops to her butt, pulling Johansson down with her. Scarlett's chin slams into Koike's shoulder with all of the force of their abrupt landing, leaving the American glassy-eyed and limp.
Shoving the groaning Johansson onto her back, Eiko goes for a high risk, yet spectacular move: She climbs up on a nearby sofa, precariously balancing herself on the narrow armrest. Glaring down at her prone target, Koike shrieks taunts in Japanese at her, then hurls herself into the air in a Kamikaze Drop. The jet black-haired beauty splashes across the body of Scarlett, smashing the air from her lungs. Eiko lay across her unmoving for several long moments, for the impact nearly finished her off as well. But then with a small moan she pushes her sweat-glistening body up, repositioning herself atop Johansson so that she can press her breasts down across the blonde's face. The Asian doesn't even bother to pin her opponent's arms down, knowing she's too weak to throw her off; she's right, as Johansson squirms feebly beneath her tormentor, her smothered gasps and sobs betraying her helplessness.
Soon enough, Scarlett ceases moving altogether. Eiko rises up and, in a move that's equal parts triumphant and disdainful of her beaten foe, she places a foot upon the blonde's heaving breasts. Raising her arms up high, Koike proclaims "Chūshi shimasu shōri!" ("Behold victory!"). Then, she uses Scarlett's own bikini top to hogtie her, leaving the blonde bound and humiliated.
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Here's a terrific piece written by my friend, Bigfan, who asked me to share it here. :)
Flashback 1976: Adrienne Barbeau vs Helen Mirren
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The Summer of 1976, the United States is celebrating it’s 200th anniversary. A smart promoter of celeb Apartment wrestling thought it would be a great idea to bring over a British babe to face off with one of America’s best in a series of matches leading up to the finals on July 4th. Adrienne Barbeau would represent the USA and it didn’t take long to come up with Helen Mirren as the British counterpart. A small run on Broadway was arranged for Helen to explain her being in New York for a few months and the matches were set.
The first match took place in mid May, Helen wearing a black and purple bikini while Adrienne broke out a stars and stripes bikini that had the crowd saluting. The blonde and brunette are the same age, Helen an inch taller, and Adrienne a cup size bigger and both weighted in at 130 pounds. The fight started off slow as the Yank and Brit felt each other out, neither wanted to be caught quickly making the first mistake. Before long though bodies were being thrown around the penthouse the battle actually going room to room, it wasn’t hard to tell that the busty women were putting a premium on targeting the other’s assets.
After nearly a half hour of back and forth Helen staggered out of the kitchen, where Adrienne had the blonde trapped on the counter taking a hell of a jugg hammering. Helen looking to buy some time grabs a chair and tosses across the doorway of the kitchen, Barbeau in pursuit kicks the small piece of furniture aside as she stalks her opponent. Helen reaching the living room spins to face the brunette, and lashes out with her right foot catching Adrienne between the thighs. Barbeau stopped in her tracks, knees knocked and hands wedged between thighs is helpless as Mirren fires nearly twenty shots into the brunette’s hulking juggs. When the TWHAAAP of fists against breast ends Helen grabs Adrienne by sweat soaked hair and drags her to the middle of the room tossing her to the carpet. Helen straddles her foe and drops down hard on her stomach before leaning forward and sealing Adrienne in dark, damp juggy blackness.
Adrienne never tapped out or gave a signal of her submission, but the promoter moved in checking her arm and declared Helen the winner by KO. The members of the AHW press swooped in taking photos of the final moments, Helen held her position a moment longer to allow them to get a few extra shots. Then she lifted herself up and placed both hands on Adrienne’s defeated breasts for even more photos for the many magazines on both sides of the pond that would be reporting on these fights. Helen finally said, “That’s enough boys. You’ll get more chances to take pictures of me humiliating the Yank soon enough.”
Helen went off to celebrate her victory.
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Scarlett johanson defeated is too sexy,more of this plz
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Jack I loved your sarah Michelle Gellar vs kristen Kreuk fight and the pictures!! Thank you!!!!!!!!!!
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I wish I had thought of the ScarJo vs Dusku pairing. That's a dream fight if they're both at their peak.
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I will never get tired of these great titfight stories. Another great one!
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Thanks Nicole! This story is like a dream coming true.
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Wonderful stories from everyone. Thank you all very much. :)
P.S. I really enjoyed seeing the over-confident Ms. Hendricks losing to Ariel...very fun. ;)
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Scarlett johanson vs emma stone in a pro wrestling submission match will be awesome, with lot of pile drivers.
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The girls had agreed to appear at a charity celebrity boxing event and box a 1 round 2 minute exhibition. What was anticipated as a fluff filler for the event turned into the main event as the girls unexpectedly went right at each other from to get go. When asked if they wanted to continue after the end of the scheduled 1 round, both ladies readily agreed." Lets go you British bitch, said Jennifer." I'm going to enjoy tearing you apart whore," replied Sam. 6 rounds later, the topless fighters stood toe to toe exchanging punches. The exhausted fighters were locked up in a clinch when Jen landed two punches to Sam's ample breasts. Sam staggered back against the ropes and Jen went after her throwing punch after punch to Sam's belly and tits as the helpless Sam grunted and moaned after each blow. The crowd was on their feet urging Aniston "to Finish Her." Jenifer did not disappoint the cheering crowd as she landed a crushing right to Sam's head. Fox fell to the canvas unconscious, Jen paraded around her arms up in victory to the cheers of the crowd.
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"Stop flirting with my husband bitch, Julian said to Catherine. The girls were at a Hollywood party, both had a few drinks in them, and both looked gorgeous. "I could have your man if I want slut", replied Cat. " What are you going to do about it you no talent whore," added Cat. The challenge had been issued. The people who witnessed the exchange, sensing a catfight, quickly formed a tight circle around the two women. "Kick her ass Julian", "Scratch her eyes out Cat", Rip her tits off Julian", Tear her blonde her out, Cat, were some of the remarks from some of the other woman at the party. The girls were glaring at each other. " I'm not fighting you in this dress" , said Julian. A smiling Bell answered by striping down to her white bra and panties, and struck a seductive pose urging Barberie to do the same. Julian quickly stripped down to her red bra and panties. The girls charged each other clawing, punching and grabbing each other by the hair. They fell to the floor each trying to dominate and control the other. They rolled around for about 5 minutes neither girl able to gain a distinct advantage. Their bras had been ripped off as the two fighters tried to maul and scratch her opponents tits. Slowly Julian began to take control with some hard slaps to Cat's face. Julian got on top of Cat in a classic school girl pin and maneuvered her body so she was sitting directly on Cat's face. "Please stop, you win, don't do this, Cat begged." Julian paid her no heed as she grabbed Cat's hair and pushed Cat's face into her crotch. "Finish her Julian ", the crowd urged. Julian did not disappoint by repeatedly banging Bell's head on the floor until she was pulled off the humiliated defeated Bell.
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Fun stuff, al...thanks for sharing! :)
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Summer's coming, and when I think of summer, I think of the Beach Boys. And when I think of the Beach Boys, I think of blondes!
So I'm putting out the challenge: For this week, let's celebrate All Things Blonde here in the thread. Blondes winning! Blondes losing! Blonde on blonde!
Let's all appeal to our golden-tressed muses and make it a blondetastic week! ;D
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Cool Idea...Ill kick off the blonde theme
I just started a new stable over at the FCBA... check it out for awesome celebrity boxing.
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Santa Monica CA
The press and fight fans gather in swarms to the beach for this hotly anticipated model matchup. Miller and Shayk have been at each other in the press but the real curiosity is the formation of the #Khaos stable. Social media has buzzed for days as Irina debuts her new brand with Kim Kardashian , Kylie Jenner and Abigail Ratchford. Kardashian gleefully states on her Instagram.
"Wow ! Irina told me after she crushes Miller that she plans on keeping her top ! #sorrymarisa #byebyebikini"
Marisa Miller has no time for games when asked about Kim's boasting
"Irina has fought twice... And has yet to win one match. Now she has some new friends and they want to make threats ? Decker , Lima , Bar, I've beaten all of them and I'm going to send Irina back to where ever she was hiding.
Oh and this nonsense about my bikini.... Come and get it bitch"
Four posts and ropes are set up at the waters edge with bleachers and scaffolding holding the media and throngs of beach going boxing fans. Marisa Miller enters first through the sea of people accompanied by her trainer Shania Twain. Marisa sports long loose sandy blonde hair and waves to her home state fans as they cheer the California-born supermodel. Miller reaches the makeshift ring and removes her robe to reveal a show-stopping stars and stripes push up bikini , no doubt a dig at her Russian-born opponent.
Irina Shayk enters next with her trainer Cat Bell and remaining members of #Khaos. Kim , Kylie and Abigail taunt the fans as boos cascade from the bleachers before taking selfies at their ringside seats. Irina is outfitted in a sharp black bikini with her hair tied in a sleek ponytail. Her steely eyes do not leave the busty blonde as she climbs through the ropes and approaches Miller in the middle of the ring.
The crowd is at a fever pitch as Miller and Shayk stand toe to toe. Miller pokes her larger chest into the Russians but has to look up to address her 5'10 opponent.
"You're going down... and your little friends can post the whole thing"
Irina seethes
"Kim said I would take your top... she's wrong.... you WILL give it to me"
Miller is bewildered by Irina's words as the Ref rings the bell
Kylie Jenner's snapchat posts a pic of the supermodel standoff #FIGHTTIME
RD1
Both fighters circle in the sand. Marisa is the aggressor as she tries to jab and get inside but struggles with Shayk's length. Irina uses her reach to ward off the advancing blonde as long as she can before pressing her own offensive. Miller is quicker than the Russian woman had prepared for and dodges gracefully before landing the first points of the fight to Shayk's body.
Irina is briefly stunned but recovers to again fight off the bouncing blonde. Miller backs off and presses again forcing the black haired model on the defensive. Miller goes for Irina's head but cannot connect.Irina sees her first opening and lands a bullseye left hook that bounces off Millers right breast. Marisa gasps and disengages from her opponent as Irina gives chase. Shayk howls in frustration as the bell rings before she can press her advantage. The round is a draw
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Marisa readjusts her right breast in her top as Shania gives instructions
"Keep moving she got one lucky shot in... That bitch doesn't belong in the same ring as you"
Miller nods in approval and readies for round 2
RD2
Irina storms out of her corner determined to be the aggressor but she cannot track down the American bombshell. Miller circles Shayk and peppers her with jabs testing Irina's defense. Marisa lands blows to the body and scores to the head. Irina is getting shelled but instinctively grabs the blonde and both women careen into the ropes.
The California crowd boos loudly as Shayk bodies their hometown fighter into the corner. Irina pumps uppercuts into the blonde woman's side and lands two more clean blows to Millers patriotic rack. #Khaos members howl at ringside as the ref pulls Irina off Miller. Both women gasp for air as they reset in the middle of the sand ring.
Marisa senses a pattern and dodges another blow aimed at her jugs and lands clean on Shayk's chin stunning the taller woman. The tall Russian retreats and covers up from the advancing blonde as the crowd roars and round 2 ends with Miller in front.
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Cat Bell focuses her frustrated fighter in her corner.
"You are tougher than her... Keep working and she will slow down.... Then you punish the blonde bitch"
Irina nods as she guzzles water
"Keep after those big soft tits. She doesn't want you anywhere near them.Those stars and stripes are targets. Hit them hard and often and Miller will break"
RD3
The American and Russian woman spare no time and collide in the middle of the ring. Miller finds her speed advantage eroding as blows she dodged earlier with ease now land to her body. Miller digs down and fights Irina off and this time catches Shayk in her chest. Irina retaliates straight between the bombshell's eyes to score her first blow to her opponent's head.
Marisa sees double and goes after the wrong Russian missing wildly. Shayk coldly delivers an uppercut from hell square into the blonde's taut stomach. Marisa doubles over and gasps for air before Shayk charges her from behind and drives her chest first into Irina's corner. Millers, bouncing breasts smash into the ring post as Shayk pounced on the wounded model. Irina rabbit punches the blondes exposed back but the bell rings before she can move in for the kill. The ref forcibly drags the raging Russian from the stunned Miller. Marisa struggles to fix her misplaced bikini top and stammers back to her corner. Kylie celebrates on Facebook as Irina has taken control of this fight
Between-
Shania has to settle her shaken fighter. Marisa is hurting and gasping for air as Twain soaks her aching boobs with sponge water
"Keep your composure Marisa , you've been here before she hasn't. Whose match is this ?"
MINE - The supermodel shouts
RD4
Irina looks to end Millers day but may have underestimated the fight in the American. Shayk launches consecutive haymakers but cannot find her target. Marisa has called on her veteran reserves and evades over and over and then strikes. Shayk lets a sharp hook through her defense and has her jaw rattled. Marisa sees an opening and the crowd IS ON ITS FEET. Miller Scores again to the head and once more to the body.
This time its Shayk stumbling in the sand as the Busty blonde hunts her down. Irina desperately defends herself from Marisa's barrage , but this time it the big Russian who is driven to the corner. Miller unloads to put Shayk down as Irina covers up for dear life. Marisa scores again and again but cannot find the kill shot. Desperately Irina shoves the blonde off her out of the corner and is able to find her bearings just enough to dodge a missile of a right from the blonde. Irina lands her sole point of the round to Millers midsection as the bell rings. Marisa finds herself back in front but her fans are anxious that she could not seal the deal.
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Irina struggles to shake the cobwebs as Cat Bell cleans her up.
"FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS use your length HIT THOSE TITS HIT THOSE TITS"
RD5
Both women come out of their corners with more caution as each has taken significant damage. Irina and Marisa dance in the sand looking for an opening. Marisa struggles to find the wind to score the blows she was finding earlier and finds herself on her heels. Irina uses her length to calmly pick apart Millers defense. A Russian left finds its way through and bounces off Millers right side. Marisa drops her elbows and receives a stinging right to the side of her head.
Shayk goes again for Millers sweat dripping rack but instead catches a straight glove to her temple. Shayk and Miller stumble and disengage as the crowd roars. Miller tries her damnedest to press her advantage but cannot track Irina down. Marisa desperately chases Shayk up and down as the crowd boos and RD5 ends with Shayk regaining a slight advantage.
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Shania tries to calm the frustrated supermodel.
"You almost had her , stick with the plan. She will make a mistake and then knock that bitch out"
"Listen to this crowd , these people are here for you , let's give them a show and send these want-to-bes home"
Marisa demonstratively agrees ignores her aches and pounds her gloves together
"I've got this" the bombshell exclaims.
RD 6
The crowd roars and an energized Marisa Miller storms out of her corner landing body blows to her rival. Miller reaches back a launches an awkwardly telegraphed haymaker. Shayk sees Millers glove coming from a mile away and easily ducks the would be match ender. Shayk smiles as she sees two heaving star spangled boobs wide open...defenseless.
-SPLAT
Marisa Miller gasps as her prized rack is flattened against her ribcage by an earth shattering left right Shayk combo. Marisa stumbles into the ropes and uses them for supports as she cradles her battered breasts. Irina ruthlessly pounces on her wounded prey and pounds the blonde's head with a looping overhead right. The fading Californian is trapped on the ropes and just soaking in punishment.
The media and fans watch as Shayk flashes a vile grin and UNLOADS on the All-American girls tits. Irina pumps a right uppercut that explodes underneath the left cup of Millers top. Marisa tries to scream but her breath is taken when Shayk launches a straight left detonating Millers big right boob nearly out of her top.
LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT...Irina lands over and over working the blondes bikini like a speed bag.
Miller is in complete shock...Her red white and blue jugs are now just beat red all over as Irina's cruel fists lay waste.
Shayk steps back to enjoy the view and allows the shattered Miller to cradle her mauled mammaries. Tears stream down the blonde's face as she puddles to the sand holding her overworked top in place. Irina plays to the irate California Crowd as the count is made
1......2.......3.......Miller tries to find her legs.
4.....5 Marisa holds her humming chest in one hand and grasps the ropes for leverage with the other
6....7.... Miller is inches to getting back to her feet
...8....9....The American girl has nothing left and collapses through the ropes into the surf
10
Irina Shayk stuns the beach crowd and social media with a bombshell busting KO6
After
The beach is dead silent as Kim, Kylie and Abigail explode and embrace their stablemate The #Khaos girls takes a quick selfie before Shayk gets down to business. Miller quietly sobs in disbelief at the waters edge. The cool waves soothe her battered boobs as she comes to terms with her defeat. Real fear strikes deep in Marisa's gut as Irina saunters to the broken model. Irina coldly grabs Miller by her matted sandy hair and drags her knee-deep into the surf. Irina takes gleeful delight in plunging Marisa's head under the shallow water. Miller wails her arms for a few seconds before Irina relents.
Remember what I said... your top...now
...never.... Marisa weakly replied
I'll nev.......
Miller could not finish her sentence as Shayk plunged her back beneath the water. Millers screams were muffled by the ocean until Irina pulled her out again.
...no more....please stop.....my bikini is yours.... Miller stammered
Irina releases her prey and stands over the crushed supermodel. Miller slowly undoes the ties to her cherished American Flag bikini. Cameras flashed up and down the beach as Marisa's battered bruised boobs tumble free.
Irina greedily snatches her well earned trophy and soaks in her moment as Marisa Miller sadly tries to cover up for the phones of #Khaos. Shayk easily kicks Marisa to her back and places her foot on Millers heaving chest...
"This is just the first in my collection" Irina announces to the world just before the live feed is cut by censors.
Kylie Jenner tweets a picture of Shayk's red white and blue push up trophy.
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What happened to just the ending? Yikes
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Kate Upton Vs. Jessica Simpson
While this isn't necessarily how I think it'd go, I hope it fits.
Upton
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Kate looked down at her bulging breastflesh as it was slowly pressed outward. She couldn't believe the thought that it would look erotic to someone passing by entered her head, her big natural boobs meeting the devastating pair that she'd thought would be a pushover. Her hair fell to her shoulders, dropping to the tops of her prized jugs. She gasped as she saw the invading pair push further, letting the first lock of the model's blonde hair brush the opposing tits.
Jessica looked up at Kate and grinned as she began the final stages of the blonde supermodel's destruction. She arched her back slightly, proud of the way her own tits barely gave. They of course gave a little. She smugly smiled at the bulge of her own globes as she overwhelmed the younger woman. While the titfight had lasted a while, she had felt the weakening of Upton's thick breasts. She simply ground away with her own orbs.
Now it was paying off. Her twelve years of experience had made her far more patient, and she hadn't panicked when the blonde model's soft, thick breasts hadn't broken. Upton's furious strikes, on the other hand, had slowed to almost passive acceptance. Now Simpson luxuriated in the slow destruction of Kate's younger, more popular tits.
Upton felt her own tits giving way even as she saw it. The dull ache within her prized chest had grown steadily as Simpson's thick jugs had finally displaced her own. Kate watched over the last passes of Simpsons thick tits, unbelieving as her own 34DD cups finally broke. Jessica felt her own tits brushing up against the younger girl's breast bone and just put a finger to Kate's lips.
“Ssssh, baby. I'm just going to finish you off. I like it quiet, K?” Kate's will had broken with her tits, though she hadn't realized it. She never knew why she watched as her own destroyed tits flattened beneath the singer's superior boobs. True to the command, though she barely whimpered as her sacks broke down, their tissue beaten beyond a pulp. She looked into Jessica's eyes, who smiled condescendingly. “And there they go,” she offered. “Whose got the best tits, Upton?”
“You do,” she murmured as Jessica pulled away, allowing her failed tits to finally sag against her chest. Kate couldn't believe how soft and weak they felt. Even the gentle squeeze between her fingers was painful, but her loose flesh offered no resistance. Simpson had certainly done her damage.
“I won't take your bra,” she told her. “Do us all a favor and put those things away for good.”
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Love the attitude from Simpson there.
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Debby Ryan vs. Selena Gomez
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Selena had once again bitten off far more than she could chew. But to go so far as to attack Debby on her body shape was beyond nasty even for her. But that didn't stop Selena from opening that big mouth of hers, and how little restraint and tact Selena showed with spewing her venom to a much stronger woman, the usually passive and kind Debby showed the same lack of patience as it wasn't long before Gomez were to be squashed like a pancake for the seemingly hundredth time. Selena, as captured in the picture above, simply froze like a deer in the headlights and gazed in horror as Debby walked right up to her, reached both her hands out to drip the bottom of Selena's tight white top and the waistband of her skimpy black short shorts and in one swift motion yanked the outfit completely off Gomez's body. Poor Selena didn't even protest or squirm as she just stood there mouth agape with her arms at her sides when her clothes were instantly ripped off leaving her standing clad in just a black lace bra with a matching string thong below.
What followed next was simply total destruction. The mad as hell Ryan would plummet poor Selena like a rag doll as the capacity crowd gasped and awed in amazement. All Gomez could do was shriek and scream as her body was bent, stretched, slammed and destroyed without mercy as Debby took great pride in contorting and abusing Selena's body in whatever way she could think of. During a particularly brutal and spine-breaking sharpshooter, Debby was able to bend Selena's legs so far backwards that eventually the formally cocky Latina pop star was being smothered by her foot. You could say that Selena now definitely put her own food in her mouth both figuratively and literally! Of course Debby would break the hold just before Gomez passed out as what fun would that be if she was asleep during her comeuppance?? But Selena the creampuff could only stay woke for so long before she yet again would black out from a the combination of pain and humiliation that she'd been so used to in almost every encounter she had with another woman.
After stripping off Selena's lace bra and thong set, Debby would lock in a tight chickenwing behind Selena's back before hosting the pleading jobber up to parade her around the stage, flashbulbs going off capturing the nude and weeping Gomez unable to hid her exposed breasts and pussy, until Ryan suddenly fell to her ass slamming Selena done face-first on the stage instantly knocking her out cold. Her limps sprayed across the floor as Debby remained sitting down on her ass looking down at Selena's tight bare caboose sticking up propped up on her lap. After giving each buttcheek a solid smack, Debby would grab both of Gomez's ankles to bend them backwards, then reach other to grab both her wrists and yank them up to her ankles behind her before grabbing Selena's discarded lace bra and thong and using both garments to hogtie the passed out girl like a heap of conquered prey. Adding one last final tough, Debby would then flip over the tied up girl so that poor Selena was arched backwards with her naked breasts slumped upside down and her stretched crotch pointing right up at the ceiling. Debby placed her foot on Selena's sticking up belly and flexed her arms in victory
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How long is too long for this thread? I started writing a Hendricks/Blue vs Dennings/Winter story and it feels like it is getting too long.
Get to writing or I might come over there!!!
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someone please write up this epic redhead catfight ... Deborah Ann Woll vs Sophie Turner
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Sophie Turner (20 y/o, 5’9”, 121 lbs) vs Deborah Ann Woll (31 y/o, 5’10”, 145 lbs)
“I, for one, would like to welcome Sophie to the Marvel family,” Deborah said during pre-fight with her signature ‘cute-but-dangerous’ grin.
Sophie, during the fight, welcomes the older actress to the mat with a vicious German suplex that splays the red-headed beauty out. Deborah incoherently mumbles some sort of protest after nearly being knocked unconscious as the back of her head struck the canvas first.
“She’s not even a true red-head, she just plays one on TV,” scoffed Deborah to the media the night before.
Sophie’s eyes are defiant but watering quickly as her tormentress cranes the young girl’s head and neck back with a tangle of ginger tresses. Deborah has a knee in the starlet’s back, crushing her into the canvas, watching as Sophie claws helplessly at the mat, dragging herself to the ropes, refusing to submit.
“What does she even do, anyway? She doesn’t fight, she doesn’t have any memorable lines… She just quivers a little lip and looks sad and hopeless,” Deborah continued on to the media.
A quick palm strikes Deborah flat to the nose, stunning her and making her stumble back into the ring corner. A stone-faced Sophie quickly sets upon her victim, delivering a flurry of kicks and knees to Deborah’s pale, sensitive midsection, breaking the bigger actress’s resolve slowly but surely.
“I’ve been around a lot longer than her, I’ve done more than her, I’m more authentic than her. This is my time. She can wait her turn, even if that takes her a decade like it did for me,” the clearly flustered Daredevil actress had ranted to reporters during the fight conference just hours ago.
Clearly having put in some time with the fight choreographers from her show, Deborah halts a charging Sophie Turner by vaulting into her with an impressive spinning knee which crushes the young actress’s chest, dropping Sophie immediately where she heaves, desperately trying to reclaim her breath.
“If I were you, I’d do the smart thing and put your money on me,” a cocky Deborah said during a late night talk show, “Brace yourself, little Sansa… Winter isn’t the only thing that’s coming…”
Sophie’s body goes limp as Deborah crushes it into the canvas with a powerbomb. The starlet’s eyes flutter for a moment but remain open and glassy to see the older actress fold on top of her, pinning her down, and eyeing the ref as he begins slapping out the count. One! Two!
“Let me tell you something,” said Sophie in her one and only pre-fight interview, “People have this idea of who they think I am. I can easily talk about how I’m this or that… Or not this or not that... Instead of all that noise, allow me to make some noise. Let me show you what I can do.”
Sophie kicks out! Deborah is furious, raving at the ref about a slow count, disregarding the dizzied girl who is now climbing back to her feet. Arguing with the ref seems to be a dead end so Deborah refocuses on her opponent, grabbing an arm and forcefully whipping her across the ring. Sophie collides with the cables on the other end of the ring but manages to hook them with her arms to stay put. Deborah stomps on over to her rival and tries to shank a forearm into Sophie’s upper back. She whiffs as Sophie anticipates the follow up and spins harmlessly out of the way, causing Deborah to drape across the top cable!
There’s a killer glint in Sophie’s eye as she spins back around to see a scowling and vulnerable target. She quickly slips an arm underneath and bends Deborah backward onto her shoulders to lock in a torture rack, putting the Daredevil actress into a panic. Deborah squirms and howls in pain but Sophie’s not letting go! She walks out to the middle of the ring with Deborah who is crying out all but her surrender now. With a mean mug of her own, Sophie drops to her knees which bends Deborah forcefully along her left side and spine before finally crumbling to the ring motionless. It’s an easy pinfall for Sophie, who secures a win in her wrestling debut, and walks out of the ring with stony and determined confidence.
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Whitney Carson vs Lacey Chabert
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It had been a confrontation many months in the making. For well over a decade, Lacey had been heralded as the Suplex Queen of wrestling, mistress of a thousand-and-one arcane variants of the move. But now newcomer Whitney had been establishing a claim on the title, displaying a knowledge of suplexes every bit as vast and thorough as the brunette. At long last, they were booked together when their touring found them both in Japan to determine who would prove to be the very best.
For suplex aficionados, it was a magnificent display, as the two diminutive beauties slammed one another again and again with countless versions of the hold, some rarely seen in any ring. The spines of both Chabert and Carson screamed in pained protest as they took the brunt of the punishment, but still they battled on, neither willing to concede to the other. Whitney scored a moral victory of sorts, demonstrating that she was every bit as masterful as her veteran rival. But for both battlers, being on the receiving end of such variations as the Three-Quarter Nelson, Tiger and Saito-San suplexes was a new...and not very welcome...experience.
But after a long and bruising battle, with both beauties pushed to the limits of their endurance, the end seemed to loom. This being Japan, the rules were a bit more...flexible...than in America, so the referee didn't so much as bat an eye when Whitney climbed out of the ring, grabbed an 8' table, and slid it in under the ropes. She then leaned it up against the cables, so that it was at a 45 degree angle, clearly with the intent of slamming her adversary through it. However Chabert, who had up until now been laying in a dazed heap on the canvas, courtesy of a Northern Lights suplex, had regained her wits and got her second wind, and as Carson turned to face her, she was startled to see Lacey not still laying on the mat, but in fact standing before her. A moment later, the brunette launched a boot up into her opponent's lower belly, doubling her over with a pained gasp.
Without hesitation, Lacey then dashed across the ring to the ropes, bounded off of them, and rushed back toward her foe. Whitney was just rising upright again, and Chabert leapt up, twisting her body so as to deliver a butt bump to the blonde, with the inevitable result of sending her crashing through the table behind her. But what Lacey had anticipated was that Whitney would react with lightning speed, actually catching her airborn rival, and in a fraction of a second executing a Wheelbarrow suplex. Chabert instinctively threw her hands in front of her as she flew down toward the canvas, but as Carson intended, that only caused her to spring back up, adding to the momentum.
Whitney flipped Lacey up and over, the brunette's back slamming across the wooden table, which detonated into pieces from the impact. Chabert lay there amid the debris, eyes closed as she softly cooed in agony, barely conscious. Whitney took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from her brow, and then dragged her limp adversary to the center of the ring. There, the blonde sealed the deal on her victory by haughtily placing a boot atop the heaving chest of her fallen foe. As the referee slaps 1...2...3 to the canvas, the stadium erupts, and chants of "SUPLEX QUEEN" in both English and Japanese became near-deafening, as Whitney triumphantly raises her arms in the air, and a small tear trickles from the corner of Lacey's eye.
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Kaley Cuoco was laughing and joking with the gaggle of reporters outside the premier of a new movie. One the reporters asked her what the best thing about being Kaley was.
"Oh, just to be young and strong and successful - not an old washed up wannabe like, oh, I dunno - Jaime Pressly or someone!" she replied with a giggle. But wouldn't you know it - doing the red carpet stroll right behind her was Jaime herself! The former "My Name Is Earl" star heard the cruel remark and naturally took offense.
So for the next five minute a group of paparazzi were treated to the sight of Kaley Cuoco getting her ass handed to her by another blonde 20 years older but one who was obviously much, much tougher.
Kaley was punched, kicked, twisted, thrown, kneed and flipped until she was a sobbing wreck, stripped to her panties and bawling helplessly. "Please, please - Jaime!" she wailed. "Stop! I'm sorry - I take it all back! I'm the loser - me! Just stop kicking my ass, PLEASE!!"
Jaime pulled the quivering blonde starlet to her feet and stuck a finger right in front of her face. "Let this be a lesson, you little strumpet! Young and strong doesn't mean tough - you're nothing but a wimp with a big mouth. Now stand up and take what's coming to ya!"
She grabbed a big handful of Kaley's thick hair in her left hand and, winding up good, landed two hard rights to the ingénue's jaw. Kaley's big blue eyes rolled back in her head, crossed once or twice and then clicked shut. Jaimie released her hold and Kaley flopped to the sidewalk like a puppet with cut strings.
All the LA papers the next day had Jaimie on the front page, striking a muscle pose with a big grin while in the background lay poor Kaley face down and her fine ass in the air.
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Poor Selena needs a fight where she wins.
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Miley was waiting for years to get her hands on Ashley. "I hate the bitch, I want her in a catfight to the finish, one woman walks away," said Miley. " If the ugly slut wants to fight I'll take her on and send her to the hospital, " replied Ashley. The crowd was in an uproar as the girls made their entrance. Ashley in black, Miley in pink. The ladies went right after each other determined to strip their opponent. As they rolled around the floor, each girl had accomplished their objective. Now completely nude, the fighters grabbed and tore at their opponents breasts and crotch. Moans, grunts, and screams echoed thru the room as the girls tore into each other, both intent on hurting the other. " I said I'll put you in the hospital bitch" as Ashley got on top of Miley and went crazy with punch after punch to Miley's face and head. Miley was unable to defend herself from the barrage of blows and was bleeding from the nose and mouth, but Tisdale would not stop. She grabbed Miley's head and continually banged it off the floor until the crying Miley was unconscious. Ashley walked away to the cheers of the crowd, Miley went to the hospital.
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The celebrity fight promoter was looking for a fight between mature woman (in their 40's ), who were still knockouts with an international flair. He decided on the German Heidi, age 42- 5 foot 10 vs the Columbian Sophia age 43- 5 foot 8. He approached the two beauties with the offer. A private apartment catfight in front of 20 spectators, winner take all for a cash prize of $1 million. Both woman had been in fights before and each quickly excepted the invitation to do battle. The promoter explained that the woman would be bound together at the waist with a 5 foot rope and they will fight until one fighter was knocked out. No submissions, pins or tapping out. The bound together fighters, both dressed in black, had battled for 10 minutes in a vicious back and forth battle, ripping each others clothes off, pulling each others hair out and mauling each others tits. The tiring fighters each had handfuls of their opponents hair as they rolled around the floor grunting and exchanging ethnic insults. Their glistening sweat covered bodies made it difficult for either women to maintain control over her opponent. 5 more minutes into the fight it looked like this could end in a draw as neither girl could gain an advantage. The promoter separated the girls much to boos from the spectators. The crowd wanted a fight to the finish, a knockout, as was advertised. The girls were asked if they would finish the fight bare knuckles style, no wrestling, pulling hair etc.,but a bare knuckles fist fight until one fighter was knocked out. Sophia and Heidi stood toe to toe and began to exchange punches. Heidi proved to be the better bare knuckles boxing as she landed stunning blows to Sophia's head and body. The staggering Sophia was helpless as Heidi grabbed her, pushed her into a corner, and unleashed blow after blow until the defeated Sophia slithered down the wall to the floor bleeding and unconscious. Heidi kicked her for good measure, raised her arms in victory and paraded around the room to the cheers of the crowd.
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The showbiz- modeling world waited in anticipation for the big night. It was finally arranged and set up. America's sweetheart Maureen McCormick(aka-Marsha Brady) vs supermodel Christie Brinkley in Las Vegas in a private penthouse. Christie was quickly established as the 8-1 favorite in the boxing match till a knockout. The fighters entered the room, both in one piece bathing suits, as the invited crowd cheered and yelled encouragement to their favorite. Most "experts" believed that Christie would knockout Maureen within 3 rounds. Christie looked very confident and cocky as she struck some seductive poses for the crowd. "I'm going to fuck you up big time sweetheart", said Christie." Will see bitch, replied McCormick. You could see the hate between the two as they came to the center ,pushed their tits against each other and had an intense stare down. As round one began the over confident Christy danced around taunting Maureen. Maureen shocked everyone as she landed a roundhouse right that catches Brinkley and sends her to her knees. Christy rose at the count of 8 the cockiness gone. This was going to be a fight. The girls fought hard for 6 rounds, each landing some good shots, but neither fighter able to establish clear dominance. As the fighters waited for round 7, Christie rose, threw down her gloves, took off her bathing suit and said, "Come on bitch, lets finish it nude, anything goes." Maureen , at first a bit surprised, smiled and did the same. They locked up in the center grasping each others wrists struggling for control. Maureen forced Christy to her knees, grabbed her by the hair and flung her to the carpet. Maureen was on top of the surprised, struggling Christie like a cat, one hand ripping her hair, the other mauling her breasts. Maureen, sensing victory applied a devastating choke hold to Brinkley. Christie was in big trouble as she struggled to break the hold. Maureen just applied more pressure as the fight was slowly going out of Christie. "Finish her off, Maureen", the crowd yelled. Chants of MAUREEN_ MAUREEN- filled the room. McCormick landed two big punches to Christie's face knocking her out. Christie was out cold. The crowd applauded the victor Maureen as she raised her arms and struck a victory pose.
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Blondes vs Brunettes
It was a tantalizing match concept: three blondes versus three brunettes in a three-on-three brawl. Adding to the mystique was the fact that the sextet of combatants would be drawn from a large pool of wrestlers, and not even the fighters themselves would know if they were chosen, and who their partners and opponents would be, until just several hours before the scheduled match time.
Such secrecy managed to keep most people in the dark about the details, but Hayden Panettiere is not most people. Using her feminine wiles, she not only ensured that she would be one of the chosen blondes, but she also learned the identities of the other two flaxen haired battlers, as well as their darker-maned rivals, several days in advance. They would be...
TEAM BLONDE: Hayden Panettiere, Brittany Snow & Abigail Breslin
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...versus...
TEAM BRUNETTE: Vanessa Hudgens, Michelle Trachtenberg & Ariel Winter
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Obviously, the organizers were opting to match up known arch-rivals, which suited Hayden just fine. After all, she's not one to pass up a chance to kick that bitch Vanessa's ass. And with the singular knowledge of who the other five women will be, she held a valuable ace card that could tilt the contest in the blondes' favor. To ensure this, Panettiere secretly contacted Snow and Breslin, and for the two days prior to the match, they trained intensely together, working out moves and maneuvers which would allow them to function as a team, while their adversaries could only hope to fight as individuals.
The hour of the match finally arrived, and as the two teams entered the mansion's vast living room from bedrooms on opposite sides, the brunettes were surprised and pleased to see who their opponents would be, while the blondes seemed utterly unsurprised, and were positively aglow with self-confidence. That aplomb proved entirely well-placed, as Team Blonde took early control of the battle, the golden maned trio deftly trading off with opponents, applying double and triple-team tactics, and otherwise dominating the brunettes, who found themselves bewildered by how effectively their opposite numbers functioned together, almost like a well-oiled fighting machine.
Ultimately, despite valiant efforts to stave off defeat, Vanessa, Michelle and Ariel fell to the inevitable. Adding insult to injury, their rivals finished them off with the signature moves of the brunettes themselves: Brittany settled her butt down upon Trachtenberg's face, Abigail pressed her breasts down across the sweaty face of Winter, and Hayden buried Hudgens's mouth and nose under her crotch in a front facesit. Trapped, the bruised and battered brunettes were helpless as they were driven into unconsciousness.
When they awoke, they discovered a stipulation to the match that Panettiere had surreptitiously slipped into the fine print of the contract, and which the losers were now bound to obey: they had to go blonde for thirty full days, displaying to the world that blondes are better than brunettes!
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Blondes vs Brunettes
TEAM BLONDE: Hayden Panettiere, Brittany Snow & Abigail Breslin
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Did Hayden Pants buy some tits or did they just balloon after childbirth?
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She seemed to get quite busty after having her baby, so I'm going with them being natural.
Blondes vs Brunettes
TEAM BLONDE: Hayden Panettiere, Brittany Snow & Abigail Breslin
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Did Hayden Pants buy some tits or did they just balloon after childbirth?
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The two blondes were in competition all night. It was fairly obvious to everyone in the swanky club that Cassie and Emily had their eye on the same man. "Get lost bitch, he's going home with me," said Cassie. "Not without a fight skank", replied Emily. With those remarks the two drunk girls kicked off their shoes and grabbed each others hair. The shouts of CATFIGHT CATFIGHT echoed through the room as the crowd formed a tight circle around the two blondes now rolling around the floor. It wasn't long until both girls had ripped their opponents dress down to the waist. The girls were screaming and cussing as they continued to maul each other. Emily got on top of Cassie and began to smother her with her big tits. Cassie tried to break free , but Emily remained on top and now started to chock Cassie with two hands around her throat. "Stop, Stop, you win", said Cassie. Emily finished her off with two punches to Cassie's stomach. Emily walked out with the man, Cassie remained on the floor crying.
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lily collins, in true jobber form, posted this great pic on her instagram recently
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so here's a very short and quick story of poor Lily getting squashed yet again
Lily Collins vs. Suki Waterhouse
Collins had opened her big mouth yet again, this time in the park on a beautiful day instead of inside a wrestling ring surrounded by a cheering audience. Well she was still surrounded by a cheering audience today, albeit a significantly smaller group of onlookers, but they were cheering for the same reason: watching Lily's snotty ass getting kicked. This time it was at the hands of Suki Waterhouse the fellow United Kingdom chick who was relaxing on a towel with her older boy toy Bradley Cooper. That was until Collins strolled by and, after making a snide comment about the age difference between the couple, Suki decided to give her boyfriend and the other park visitors an impromptu squash job.
It only took one punch to the jaw for Suki to knock Collins out on the ground almost out cold. Suki would follow that up by scooping the groggy Collins over her shoulders bending her backwards in a wicked backbreaker hold. Lily squealed and cried as her petite fragile body was contorted further backwards as Suki confidently paraded around the park with her new prey like a victorious tiger that just caught a deer flashing a sexy smile to her boo Bradley who was trying to hide his massive boner he was getting while watching his girl lay the smackdown on that mouthy brat Lily. Suki decided to have some more fun when she stopped in front of a group of younger boys with wrestling shirts on watching with amazement. "Hey guys!" Suki greeted with energy as Lily pathetically whimpered while still being bent backward over her shoulders. "Want me to demonstrate a wrestling move for all you?? Pick any move you want I'll do it right now!" The kids eyes beamed with excitement as they started to frantically yell out wrestling moves they wanted. Lily began tearing up and pleading with Suki to let her go, apologizing frantically and begging to at least not beat her down in front of a group of little kids, but Suki was having none of it as she heard one boy call out a move that really stood out to her.
Not wanting something too sexually explicit or violently brutal, she was at a park after all with kids present and watching, she decided to go with a rather embarrassing yet effective knockout move. After crudely tossing Collins down on her stomach before gripping her hair pulling the sluggish Lily back to her feet before she could even massage her aching back for a second. After a quick punch to the stomach bending Lily over, Suki wrapped her arm around Collins' neck. Smiling at the kids while securing Collins, even reaching over to Lily's thrusting out butt giving one of her cheeks a playful slap and gripping the waistband of her short shorts giving her a moderate wedgie, the tiny fireball Suki jumped up with Lily's head still locked in her armpit and swooped down diving her body backwards on the ground executing a perfect DDT that hit with such tightness and impact that it caused Collins to flop completely over on her back spread eagled and knocked out once again in classic jobber fashion.
The kids oohed and aahhed in approval as Suki, adding some insult to injury, decided to cap things off by going over to the flattened Collins and exclaiming to the kids still watching "And this is how you pin somebody!" with glee before laying across Lily's spread out body, reaching down for one of her skinny legs and yanking it as far up and back as possible for a classic leg hook pin. Suki kept the leg hooked while putting her own leg around and over Lily's other leg which remained flat on the ground as she posed atop of her easily conquered opponent in a more sensual fashion. Lily's short shorts hid little as is but were even more revealing with her held leg high and back and her thighs and crotch spread for the whole park to see as Bradley Cooper did the honors of very slowly counting to 3 declaring Suki the undisputed winner of this spontaneous little match in the park. Suki jumped back up to her feet, snatched Lily's phone which she dropped after the punch to her jaw earlier, and seeing that Collins was still logged into her Instagram snapped a picture of the knockout Lily before tossing the phone back on and the ground and prancing away with Bradley.
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FLASHBACK 1979: Jayne Kennedy vs Cheryl Tiegs
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Jayne's squeals of pain filled the penthouse, drawing a smug smirk to Cheryl's lips. After a long and grueling catfight between the two statuesque beauties, the blonde had taken control of the match. However, rather than try to force her rival to submit, Tiegs had been indulging in tormenting and humbling Kennedy, seeking to humiliate her before defeating her. To that end, Cheryl had Jayne's right arm jacked up behind her back in a hammerlock, while with her other hand she grasped the sepia-skinned beauty's bikini panties and jerked them up, giving the brunette a vicious wedgie, forcing her up on her tip toes as Tiegs arrogantly forced her to stumble around the room, as if they were a huntress showing off her trophy. Jayne's supporters in the audience had never seen their heroine so helpless, and feared she was on the verge of quitting, as much out of embarrassment as pain.
But submission was the last thing on Kennedy's mind. Instead, she was waiting for her moment to strike, and she suddenly did with cobra speed, throwing her left elbow back, and smashing Cheryl in the jaw. Instantly stunned, the blonde released her handholds and staggered backward, shaking her head to clear it. Whirling around, the brunette launched a kick into her opponent's toned belly, doubling Tiegs over with a whoosh of air from her lungs. Grabbing her adversary by her flaxen mane, Janye threw her down, slamming Tiegs face-first into the plush carpeting. Moving swiftly, Kennedy sat on her opponent's back and pulled the blonde's left leg back in a Half-Boston Crab. With her free hand, she reached behind her and grabbed Tiegs by her golden hair, yanking her head back. Cheryl screamed a electric pain coursed up and down her lithe body. Jayne pulled harder on both ends, drawing more howls of agonized protest from her victim.
Finally, unable to withstand the agony any longer, Cheryl rasped out her surrender. But Jayne wasn't done with her yet. "So, you like playing with your victims, huh?" the brunette sneered. "Like humiliating them? Well, let's see how you like a taste of your own medicine." Ignoring Cheryl's protests, Jayne pulled her exhausted adversary's body up and draped Cheryl's belly over Kennedy's knee. The brunette then tugged down the blonde's bikini briefs, exposing her bare butt, which Jayne them proceeded to vigorously spank. Tiegs yowled and sobbed, tears rolling down her face, as her rear end quickly began to glow red from the stinging slaps. Jayne beamed a smile as the audience cheered and laughed as the blonde's comeuppance.
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Another blast from the past by Jackflash! I love both Jayne and Cheryl. They were around before the days of the internet or I think they'd have been used much more in celebrity matchups.
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agree - love the retro stuff- Cherly Tiegs v Suzanne Summers would be an excellent matchup
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Kate Beckinsale vs Cameron Diaz
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Okay, let me give it a try. Since English is not my first language, forgive me not being even close to the level of the writing skills of our great contributors here. So, here goes:
Kate stretched out her beautiful, strong legs, locked her ankles even tighter, and continued to crush Cameron’s ribcage. It was pure agony for Ms. Diaz, as Kate was increasing pressure with her sexy pythons.
Charlize Theron, who was the referee of this fight, knelt down on the mat, and looked very close into Cameron’s face.
“Do you wanna give, Cameron?”
No answer came from Ms. Diaz, who was moaning and writhing in agony, as Kate was destroying her body between her strong legs.
“Oh, she will give, don’t worry.”, Kate said, with a smirk on her face. “Unless of course she wants her ribs broken…or she passes out from the pain.”
“I think she is almost out. Ease up the scissors a little, Kate. Give her a chance to breathe some. Maybe she’ll come to her senses and submit.”
“All right. I’m not really squeezing that hard to begin with. If I wanted to squeeze real tight, her ribcage would have been history by now.”
Kate released the pressure, and a sigh of relief came from Cameron’s mouth.
“Cameron, do you want to give now? Kate’s got you. She can break your ribs if she wants to. Say the word and it will be over.”, Charlize asked again for Cameron’s submission.
Still no answer from the beaten woman. She was whimpering in pain, lying between her tormentor’s legs.
“I think she needs a little more convincing. Don’t you think, Charlize?”
Kate’s strong legs started squeezing again. Cameron’s whole body was convulsing, while she was screaming in agony, her hands desperately clawing and scratching on the mat.
“Ask her again, Charlize! Ask her if she gives now! Do I really have to crack her ribs?”
“Let her go, Kate! She’s out!”, luckily for Ms. Diaz, Charlize realized that she was out cold.
Cameron was knocked out by Kate’s leg power. Not too often one can witness a knockout in a body scissors hold, but with the power of Mrs. Beckinsale’s thighs, that was no surprise. Kate gave her one more squeeze, and then unlocked her deadly hold. She planted her foot on Cameron’s face, waiting for her beaten rival to wake up.
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Ava Sambora vs Bella Thorne
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"Seriously?" Bella sneered at the onlookers. "You thought this little bitch would be a match for me?"
The redhead was being disingenuous. Although she had Ava at her mercy now, following a relentless and ruthless assault, the blonde rookie had come perilously close to beating Thorne. Crumpled in a heap on the penthouse carpet, long blonde hair tangled and hanging over her face as she panted for breath, Sambora angrily gasped, "You...cheated...!" "Well, yeah," Bella scoffed. She thought she had been perfectly clever to fake having passed out from the blonde's admittedly lethal full nelson. This being her first match, Ava lacked the experience to know not to let her guard down, but she did, and that's when the redhead sprang back to life, slamming a vicious punch squarely into the triangle of fabric covering the rookie's groin. From that point on, Sambora was a rag doll in the hands of her opponent, who proceeded to twist, yank and bend as much of the blonde's lithe body as she could. To her credit, Ava refused to submit, no matter how great the pain.
Now however, Thorne intends to add insult to the injury. Dropping to one knee, she pulls Ava's body over her outstretched knee, draping her belly across it. She then begins to administer a spanking, the palm of her hand slapping Sambora's thong-covered butt...SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!...again and again. Ava squeals, tears welling in her eyes as the pale alabaster skin of her rear end glows red from the beating. Bella smiles broadly, a cruel glint in her eye as she batters her hapless adversary and makes plain her dominance. Still, Ava's pride refuses to let her surrender, although all hope of escaping are for naught.
Finally, the host stands up and states the obvious. "That's enough, Bella...she's finished." Thorne impishly gives one more spank, which cracks loudly through the room, before standing up, sending Sambora rolling off of her knee and crashing to the floor with a moan. Placing a foot upon her fallen foe's hip, Bella strikes a contemptuous victory pose. But the sentiment among the spectators is that, this win aside, Thorne may have just made a very dangerous enemy tonight.
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Think there should be a fight where Bella gets dominated
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Daniella Monet would great in a titfight
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Flashback 1980: Sybil Danning vs Caroline Munro
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Sybil and Caroline grunted as they struggled against one another in their test of strength, the sweat glistening on their lush bodies as their arms trembled from the exertions. The two longtime rivals had been battling to a veritable stalemate, and now they were nearing their points of exhaustion. Still, they battled on, neither willing to so much as consider for a moment surrendering to the other.
Eventually, one might have been able to overpower the other, but Danning was too impatient to wait and see. Instead, she suddenly thrusted her knee up, slamming it into her rival's lower belly right at the waistband of her bikini briefs. Munro let out a gasping groan of pain and her legs buckled, sending her down to her knees. The blonde released her opponent's hands and delivered a daze-inducing double blow: as Sybil drove her knee up into the brunette's chin, she simultaneously drilled her elbow into the crown of Caroline's skull. With a stunned moan, Munro fell to her back.
Sittings astraddle her rival's belly, Sybil grabbed her foe's bikini halter and yanked it off, freeing Munro's breasts...which were just the targets which the blonde turned her attention to next. Danning's stiletto-like fingers squeezed, twisted, kneaded and yanked Caroline's breasts, causing the Brit to howl and sob in anguish. The mauling left Munro spent and helpless, yet still she would not submit. Thus, Sybil turned herself around so that she was facing her adversary's lower body. And then with extreme viciousness, she clamped a clawhold upon Caroline's groin. Munro shrieked in agony, her body squirming and contorting, but she was unable to break free. Ultimately, the pain was too great, and the brunette's eyes fluttered shut as she tumbled into unconsciousness. And Sybil, triumphantly stood up and placed a foot upon her fallen rival's chest to strike her victory pose.
Heather Locklear vs Bella Thorne
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It had been years since Heather had competed in the Hollywood catfight league, and she had sworn she was retired for good. But after her daughter, Ava, was so savagely beaten and embarrassed in her debut match against Bella, Locklear demanded a match to "put that red-headed bitch in her place!" Thorne readily agreed, happy at the opportunity to defeat two generations from one family.
There were certainly of people who were cheering Heather on. Since Bella's inaugural match early in the year, the redhead has gone undefeated. More so, she has proven she takes a devilish delight in humbling and humiliating her opponents. There were plenty of fighters and spectators alike in the elite sport who wanted to see the arrogant teen taken down a peg...or ten. And great hope was invested in the veteran being the woman who finally does it. And in the opening minutes of the match, it appeared that Heather would indeed achieve that. Time may have slowed her a bit, but she remained as brilliant a combatant as she was in her youth, and it was all Thorne could do to keep her defenses up and not be overwhelmed by the blonde.
But the passage of time also robbed Locklear of her endurance, and she proved unable to maintain the exhaustive pace of her assault. That gave Bella the opening she needed to turn the tide, and soon enough she had the older woman at her mercy. The redhead took special delight in making Heather scream, as she subjected the blonde to an array of particularly punishing holds, each more devastating than the one before it..
Finally, snared in an agonizing camel clutch, Heather could withstand the agony no longer. Tears streaming down her face, she sobbed, "N-no more...I submit!" But with a sly smirk and an arch of her eyebrow, Bella replied, "Oh, it's not going to be as easy as that, grandma. You see, you disrespected me, and now you're going to have to convince me you're sincere." Leaning close to her victim's ear, Thorne whispers a few words. Heather sobs, "No...never!" in response, but a sharp yank of her chin drew forth a yelp of pain, and crumbled the last of the veteran's resistance. Swallowing what was left of her pride, Locklear hissed, "You are so much better than me, Ms. Thorne." Smiling, Bella leaned in again and whispered a few more instructions. Choking back tears, Heather continued: "I'm no match for you, and you're better than I ever was. You're sexier and smarter, too. Neither my daughter or I are fit to kiss your feet."
"There's a good old bitch," Bella sneers, giving Locklear's spine one last yank with another pull of her chin before releasing the blonde. Bella stands up and flexes her arms as she stands over her beaten opponent. Two spectators then help the battered and exhausted Heather up to her feet and, her arms slung over their shoulders, they gingerly help her back to her room. As she passes the smirking Bella, Heather coldly growls, "I don't care if I have to work with her every day, and I don't care who else I have to bring in to help train her, but I swear Ava is going to pay you back, you black-hearted bitch!" Thorne merely gives a scoffing laugh, unperturbed by the threat.
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Some fighting magic courtesy of Big Fan...
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Bella Thorne vs Missy Peregrym
Outside the ring Dani and Kaili are sprawled out on the floor, victims of a suicide dive followed up by several forearms and boots. In the ring Bella sits in one of the corners, the red head looks disheveled and shell shocked as she doesn’t even move as the athletically build brunette comes racing down along the ring ropes and drives her boot into the side of Thorne’s head.
Bella’s orange bikini top lays in tatters on the ring floor, her catty attacks and even her sister’s help couldn’t change the tide of tonight’s contest. Missy stands over the used redhead letting her glutes brush across Bella’s sweaty brow. The crowd going nuts, some hoping the monster would rise again, others happy to see Bella finally get her comeuppance. Missy walks out of the corner, but not before bending down to grab both of Thorne’s ankles and drag out to the center of the ring.
The young redhead with arms over her head looks like she’s clinging to her senses, her head does turn looking pleadingly for Dani or Kaili to come to her rescue. Peregrym holds the youngster’s ankles, stepping over one leg she looks to be setting up a figure four. Turning Bella to her stomach Missy takes both of Bella’s arms slipping her arms under the redhead’s. with the Double chickenwing applied Missy lifts the girl off the canvas. Bella cries out in pain as her breasts sway free, trapped and helpless Throne refuses the referee at first when he ask for her submission. Missy leans forward releasing some of the tension before she yanks back testing the young woman’s spine, Bella can only cry out in pain shaking her head in frustration.
Bella’s sweat matted hair hides her face as she begins frantically tapping her own side to surrender. The referee watching closely turns calling for the bell. The brunette unceremoniously drops Thorne chest first on the canvas and unlocks her legs letting them slide down to the canvas. Missy business like walks around the ring waving to the crowd, and then returns to have her arm raised in victory. Backstage several of Bella’s former victims can’t believe the mean girl is getting off so lightly, but then Missy walks to the still prone redhead working her boot under Thorne’s side and flips her over on to her back. Nothing showy, but the brunette plants her foot on Bella’s left tit and grinds down as she holds her arms high.
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Love the Flashback 1980: Sybil Danning vs Caroline Munro! Great match!
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I agree - I've often fallen asleep with the images of Sybil and Caroline in my mind fighting each other
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Agreed on the Sybil/Caroline matchup - two beautiful women from the past. Shame they never clashed in an on-screen fight.
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I might write a rematch in a few days time
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Nice work on Thorne vs Locklear Jackflash. Loved the younger dominating older angle.
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Lindsey Pelas vs Abigail Ratchford (first match)
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Always hidden by the shadow of her more popular (and some would argue) more beautiful friend, Abigail Ratchford jumped at the opportunity to take on Lindsey Pelas in a pre-arranged catfight inside of a Las Vegas nightclub.
The two beauties went at it playfully at first, but as the fight moved forward, the fight got more and more physical as some each woman seemed to use some pent up aggression they had towards the other as motivation. Then, as the fight began to grow more and more heated, Abigail’s size advantage became a major factor as she overpowered Lindsay at every turn until the blonde was completely winded and Abigail was able to lift Lindsey up off the ground before slamming her down to the tile floor.
Lindsey, exhausted from the fight, landed flat on her back completely out of energy and Abigail did not hesitate for one moment to jump on top of her blonde opponent laying belly to belly with Lindsey trapped underneath. Then, with relative ease, Abigail was able to take Lindsey’s wrists and extend the blonde’s arms up above her head and pin them to the floor as her dominance was fully asserted now. Lindsey seemed to know this fact as well as a dejected look came over her face while a giggling Abigail slowly crept upward ready to use her massive chest as a weapon.
Trapped and weakened, there was nothing Lindsey could do to stop the upcoming breast smother and within a matter of moments Pelas’ face was fully engulfed beneath Abigail’s chest which made it seem like all the lights went out in the room. The helpless blonde tried to wiggle herself free to no avail her brunette counterpart was just too strong. Abigail even had a little fun with Lindsey as she playfully wiggled her breasts around showing off to the crowd who most certainly had gotten their money’s tonight.
“Alright, enough playing around it’s time to end this!” Abigail exclaimed as she scooped the back of Lindsey’s head with both hands and pressed the blonde’s face upward deep into her cleavage and held her in tight as Pelas’ arms flailed from side to side in a complete state of panic finding it harder and harder to breathe. Abigail kept pressing on the back of Lindsey’s head as tightly as she could making sure the blonde could not get any air utterly proud of herself and soaking in the moment as she one upped her friend and did not notice that Pelas’ arms had no gone completely limp and fallen to her sides.
Finally realizing the match was over and that she was victorious Abigail let Lindsey’s head fall gently back to the floor before she knelt straddling Pelas’ unmoving form and took her time untying and removing Lindsey’s bikini top to expose the blonde’s 30H breasts to the audience as Abigail claimed the top as her prize and exclaimed to the crowd, “if she wants it back, she can fight me again and take it back!” Which led to a wild roar of cheers from the crowd all of the while Lindsey lay unmoving with no idea what had just happened.
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It's been ten minutes into the struggle between busty Brit models Ester Baxter and Alice Goodwin. Alice started off strong but she has been fading rapidly as the match goes on. Ester on the other hand seems to have found her second wind and is starting to dominate the beautiful brunette.
"Had enough yet, weakling?" Ester taunted her as she pulled her closer in a bear hug.
"Guh! Guh! You - you're so bigggg!" Alice groaned. She stared down in horror as she watched Ester's rich brown breasts slowly engulf her own pride and joy's.
Ester laughed at the look of misery and despair on Alice's once-pretty face. She gave an extra hard squeeze and Alice squealed in pain. Her hands slapped lightly at Ester's arms, trying to get her to release the iron grip.
Soon it was all but over. Alice was almost limp and tears flowed as she realized just how badly she had been dominated.
Ester smiled sweetly at the swaying supermodel. "When you wake up, remember what just happened. You were crushed - in both body and spirit! Now it's time for you to take a little nap!"
With that she wound up and planted a pulverizing right hook directly under Alice's chin. The busty brunette stood straight up, a look of total shock on her face. Then her big brown eyes crossed, a silly smile appeared and her knees turned to rubber. She slowly folded to lie face down, her panty-clad ass sticking in the air as the crowd broke into a massive cheer.
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Someone should do a catfight story with Elle Fanning.
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How about something with Jessica Chastain or Eva Green or both? Not enough of them here.
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She seemed to get quite busty after having her baby, so I'm going with them being natural.
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Did Hayden Pants buy some tits or did they just balloon after childbirth?
Hayden had her boobs (unfortunately) enlarged 3-4 years ago.
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You say "unfortunately" - I say "Yowza!"
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Kate Hudson vs Anna Kournikova
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Managing to twist Kate over onto her belly, Anna locked on the Indian Deathlock, which she had dubbed the "Russian Cloverleaf". The electric jolt of pain instantly shocked Hudson from her stupor, and she began to howl in agony. Her predicament was particularly humiliating to the American, as her own version of this hold, called the "Hollywood Sharpshooter," was a favorite submission hold of hers.
But Kournikova wasn't simply looking to beat every top American blonde fighter; in a game of 'Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better', she sought to humble them by driving them to defeat with their own signature holds. Kate squirmed desperately, determined to escape...but to no avail. Anna proved every bit as skilled at applying the crippling hold as she was, and there was no hope for Hudson to break free.
Body trembling from the pain, tears welling in her eyes, her sun-kissed skin dappled with sweat, Kate could finally withstand the anguish no longer, and she gasped out with, "Stop! I give up!" But Anna wasn't interested in letting her loose just yet, and she kept the hold firmly locked on for several long heartbeats more, just to rub it into her opponent's face how helpless she was.
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Keeley Hazell vs Kate Upton
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From behind, Keeley wrapped her arms around her stunned opponent's chest, tightening a bearhug across Kate's 34D breasts. "I'll squeeze ya flat, ya slag!" the Brit growls as she tightens the pressure. With her own breasts crushed against her lungs, Upton gasps piteously for air, her short, rasping breaths betraying her straits. Suddenly her head lolls forward, indicating that perhaps she is passing out. But an instant later she snaps her head up and back, smashing Hazell squarely between the eyes. Dazed from the blow, Keeley's arms fall free and she staggers backward, eyes glassy as she shakes her head to try and clear it.
Whirling around, Kate delivers a stinging chop across her rivals chest, setting Keeley's 32DD's to bouncing wildly and causing the English beauty to stumble back a step. Adrenalin pumping, Upton scoops up her opponent and, in a magnificent display of raw power, lifts Hazell up, then delivers her back to the penthouse floor with a bone-jarring bodyslam. Stunned, the Brit lay groaning upon the carpet, while Kate opts for a high-risk, yet spectacular move: going over to the nearby sofa, the American blonde carefully climbs up upon the armrest, precariously balancing herself there. Glaring down at her prone adversary, Kate then hurls herself into the air like a buxom missile of destruction, her body dropping down with her full weight upon the equally luscious form of her foe. Hazell lets loose with a loud whoosh of air mixed with a pained grunt, her body squirming beneath her oppressor, but lacking the strength to throw her off.
Now Upton goes for the kill. First removing her bikini top to free her 'girls', she hisses, "Time for you to see what a real pair of tits look like," then presses her breasts down upon her rival's face; in the instant before being submerged, Keeley's eyes go wide with fear, which brings a small smirk of delight to the American's pouty lips. Hazell thrashes desperately, but remains trapped, the sweaty smother cutting off virtually all oxygen. Quickly enough, he movements slow until they cease altogether. Only then, confident that she had driven her opponent into complete unconsciousness, does Kate rise up. Standing, the blonde triumphantly places a foot upon the heaving breasts of her beaten rival and she raises her right fist to claim her victory.
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Nice to see Kate get a win. Good one, Jack.
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Scarlett Johansson is part of a titfighting league and she was talking smack, saying that blondes have the biggest tits. She laughed at the idea of this Pakistani chick challenging her to a titfighting match. "Ha! Do they even know how to titfight over there in her backwards country? I mean, it's not like they're even allowed to have big tits since they're always covered up." Needless to say, the busty Tehmeena Afzal wasn't too pleased and sought out the blonde.
Later...
Scarlett Johansson
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Tehmeena Afzal
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Tehmeena sighed of boredom as she heft up her massive tits and somehow stuffed them into her tiny bra. Scarlett was laying on the ground, exhausted, in obvious pain as she clutched her badly beaten tits. They were a nice shade of purple from the beating they took from the sheer mass of Themeena's humongous tits.
"Your ignorance of my people's tradition cost you, American. Big tits aren't only allowed, but they are praised. Titfighting was an honored past time in my village. Unfortunately for me, very few had tits that could even hold their own against my wonders, and they were all bigger than your pathetic excuse for tits."
"Fuck you bitch." Scarlett said. You've won. Now leave." Tehmeena rolled her eyes. "Ok--"
They were cut off by the sound of Scarlett's boyfriend arriving. Tehmeena smiles. "It's also customary to titfuck the boyfriend of someone you just titfought." Tehmeena grabbed Scarlett and dragged her ass to the shower. She through her in the shower, turned it on and ripped off Scarlett's top. "Now, titfight me. Obey me, and I'll go easy on you."
As Scarlett's boyfriend approached the shower, he saw the silhouette of two big tits clashing. He noticed Scarlett's tits coming into contact with a set of much bigger tits. Scarlett's titslaps barely even moved Tehmeena's giant tits, but caused her pain. The pain was greatly intensified as she was on the receiving of the barrages. Almost constantly, Scarlett was crying and moaning in pain. Tehmeena pins Scarlett's back up against the shower door and her massive tits can be seen flattening and engulfing her tits. Then she backs up and slams her mighty tits real hard, so hard, the door latch breaks, and Scarlett howls in pain as her tits are flattened on impact and is knocked through the door. Tehmeena gets on top of Scarlett and breastsmother Scarlett into oblivion until she passes out.
Tehmeena gets up, and with her back arched, her melon sized tits, bouncing up and down approached Scarlett's boyfriend. "So--" Tehmeena said, but was interrupted as he grabbed hold of Tehmeena's gargantuan knockers. "What about Scarlett? Shouldn't we take her to the hospital?"
45 minutes later...
Tehmeena was bouncing her enormous boobs all over his big cock, until he erupted all over Tehmeena's mountains for the umpteenth time that night. He came more on Tehmeena's massive tits in one night than he did with Scarlett in a whole week, and just when he thought he was done, she started him back up again.
The End.
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I second that!
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Wow, that Tehmeena-Scarlett post was pretty intense!
I think they need to do a rematch as Disney princesses. ::)
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Hot idea!
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Alice Eve vs Sarah Hyland
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Sarah's cackles of delight filled the air, accompanied by Alice's whines and pants for breath. The Australian blonde had made the always-fatal mistake of underestimating the petite brunette, and the result was that Hyland's speed, skill and treachery had given her the upper hand. Alice reeled about the penthouse room, staggering in confoundment, as Sarah was upon her back, powerful legs locked tight around Eve's waist. The blonde's own bikini halter was wrapped tight across her eyes, blinding her, as the burnette held it like a bridle; robbed of her vision and stunned by her adversary's relentless assault, Alice stumbled about in confusion, unable to gather her wits and divine a means of escape.
Finally she drops to her knees, and Sarah goes to work. Still keeping her crushing vise-hold in place around her victim's waist, Hyland snakes her arms around Alice's throat and head, clamping on a choker/sleeper combo. Soon enough, the vaunted Aussie is driven to slumber, and the haughty Hyland stands posing over her beaten rival in victory.
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Sarah definitely should have lost that fight
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Loved it, the small girl winning is always sexy and a choke hold is very hard to escape, bravo!
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Short but sweet and nice to see Sarah win one for a change.
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Kendall & Kylie Jenner vs Bella & Dani Thorne
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The Thornes sat opposite one another on the plush carpeted floor, the soles of their feet pressed together for stability. On either side of them lay the Jenner sisters, dazed and moaning. Dani and Bella grasped tightly the ankles of their adversaries and pulled them as they each leaned backward, executing a rowboat maneuver. Kylie and Kendall both say up, shocked from their stupors from the searing pain to their thighs and loins. They screamed in unison, bringing small smiles of satisfaction to the lips of their tormentors.
The Thorne girls would sit up, relieving the pressure on their hold, only to lay back again. This had the result of magnifying the pain to the brunettes felt, as they muscles where yo-yo'd again and again. Both Kendall and Kylie feared their hamstrings would tear from the agonizing punishment. Their hands ripped at their own hair, trying to block out the pain, as tears streaked their faces. Finally, unable to withstand the torture any longer, the Jenners cried out their submissions very nearly in unison.
Unfortunately for them, the Thornes weren't interested in surrender. Instead, releasing their holds, they climbed atop their mewling victims and subjected them to front face sits, the bikini-clad groins of Bella and Dani smothering their overwhelmed opponents into humiliating unconsciousness.
FLASHBACK 1964: Ann-Margret vs Marta Kristen
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It had been an epic Nordic battle, as Swede Ann brawled with Norwegian Marta across the Las Vegas hotel penthouse suite for the elite audience. But now, after an exhausting contest, one beauty seemed doomed for defeat.
Ann lay atop Marta's prone body, her thighs clamped tight around the blonde's head as she squeezed will all of her remaining might. Marta's face was turning a darker shade of red, her chin pressed against her rival's butt as the redhead's steely thighs crushed her head. The blonde's hands slapped with ever-decreasing sharpness at her tormentor's thighs. but to no avail.
With victory looming, Ann couldn't resist taunting her adversary, "I thought you Norwegian blondes were supposed to be tough? You're just pathetic!" But for all of the redhead's expressed bravado, it was clear to the onlookers that Marta had given her a spirited battle. "F-fuck...you...whore!" Marta rasped in defiant response. The blonde was too proud to submit, so she struggled to resist for as long as she could, until her eyes fluttered shut and she went limp. Ann's legs snapped open, and she proved too spent to be able to stand, her whole body still trembling from the effort to crush her opponent into defeat.
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Beth Behrs vs Kaley Cuoco
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Both blondes, clad only in thongs, quickly came to have second doubts about having agreed to this being a mud wrestling match. The mud...actually liquified clay...covered every inch of their skin, and got into eyes, nostrils, mouths and other places. Worse still, it proved so slippery that much energy was expended just keeping balance, and it was virtually impossible to keep a tight hold on one another as the two beauties slipped and squirmed through the pit. Soon enough, their limbs felt leaden as exhaustion threatened to claim them both.
So if raw power wasn't going to win this match, skill would have to. For one blonde battler, that opportunity finally presented itself: pushing Kaley flat onto her stomach, Beth laid down upon her, using her lithe legs to grapevine those of her opponent, spreading them wide so that Cuoco couldn't get to her knees. Behrs then filled her hands with her adversary's mud-soaked mane and shoved her face into the silted mire. Kaley's arms flew frantically as she was suffocated by the sludge, and rapidly enough her left hand began to splash rhythmically in the muck, signaling her submission.
Her mud-covered face beaming a happy smile, Beth climbed off of her rival and, grabbing her thong, pulled it off of Kaley, holding it aloft as her trophy of triumph as Cuoco coughed and sputtered for breath.
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Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
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Pained grunts mixed with heavy panting for breath was met with the wet thud of fists slamming into bodies and faces, sweat spraying from the alabaster flesh of both exhausted battlers with every blow, their leaden arms swung wildly at one another. This topless fist fight between Emma and Kristen has been as brutal a struggle as the two longtime arch-rivals had ever engaged in, as each was fiercely determined to knock the other out and claim supremacy.
Suddenly, a growling Stewart erupts with a flurry of punches, as if drawing strength from her own pain. Gasping and mewling, Watson is driven backward, until her back is pressed against the penthouse wall. Eyes glazed, arms hanging limply at her sides, the Brit can now not even offer token resistance, as Kristen goes in for the kill. Fists sink deep into Emma's belly, crack against her jaw, and flatten her pert breasts.
Then, as if utterly spent, the American halts her barrage and steps backward. As if in a daze, Emma stumbles forward, her trembling legs barely able to keep her erect, until she halts in the center of the room. Instinctively she brings her fists up, but it's clear to the onlookers that her foggy mind isn't processing much any longer. Standing before her swaying nemesis, Kristen cocks her right fist, draws it back, gives a half-smirk, and unleashes a haymaker that sends Watson sailing off her feet and crashing to the floor before, where she lay spread-eagled and moaning.
Displaying the seething contempt she feels for her rival, the now smugly smiling Kristen humiliatingly places the sole of her left foot upon the bruised face of Emma and she raises her arms to strike a victory pose, sweat glistening across her body as she basks in her hard-earned triumph.
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poor Emma just can't overcome her nemesis ;D
Rachel Bilson vs. Kristen Bell: Yoga Pants Match
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It was a simple objective for the former best friends now feuding rivals: strip the other girl's yoga pants off to win. The rivalry began when Bell callously snipped at the mere mention of her so-called friend at being "not as pretty as she's thought of" and remarked about she had a much better ass than Bilson's. After Rachel understandably demanded an explanation of the hostility and snideness by contacting Kristen directly, Bell decided to up the ante and challenged Bilson to the unusual match.
While the match itself was fairly back and forth, Rachel Bilson had a particularly solid performance throughout. While Kristen was able to strip her tank top off reveling her tight perky breasts in just a light purple bra, Bilson impressively controlled most of the match on the offense and even stripped Kristen's more covered upper body of both her outer long-sleeve workout shirt and her matching tight black t-shirt underneath so that Bell was also left in just a bra. Kristen was getting frustrated at Rachel's tenacity and in desperation went to a dirty move with great success. After "accidentally" hitting the ref with her elbow knocking him dazed for a minute, Bell reached her fisted arm back and swung it up between Rachel's legs for a devastating low blow. Bilson held her private in pain as she collapsed to the ground in a ball as the ref got back involved to the action completely clueless as to what just happened as the crowd booed in disapproval of the cheating tactics by Bell. Confident that the match was hers, Kristen forced Rachel flat on her back and stood over her body facing her legs before bending over and grabbing and holding them facing up the ceiling while gripping the waistband of Bilson's capri yoga pants.
They say it ain't over till its over and Kristen seemed to momentarily forget this wise statement as, just seconds and inches to victory, foolishly decided to flaunt for the cameras a little. Flashing an arrogant and snarky grin on her face, Kristen wiggled her sticking out butt practically bursting out her longer yoga pants while giving a few playful slaps to Bilson's now exposed smaller tush. While Kristen succeeded in giving the audience and cameramen a nice little mini show, she also gave a pissed off Rachel just enough time to recover from the devious low blow. Just as Kristen finally began pulling Rachel's yoga pants over her butt, Bilson swiftly yanked her legs down towards the mat with all her might while pushing forward on Bell's legs and sticking out booty from behind. Kristen had no idea what was happening as she was suddenly pushed forward tumbling over until the two girls reversed positions only, unfortunately for poor Kristen, the bottom girl would be in a much more humbling position this time. Rachel now sat upon her opponent's face with Bell's legs doubled over her own body so that plump butt she was just flaunting like crazy was now sticking straight up the ceiling. The crowd cheered as a beaming smile appeared on Rachel's face as the stunned Kristen could be barely heard whimpering contorted under her conquerer as she pathetically tried to kick her legs having no impact on Bilson's dominant position whatsoever.
Not making the same mistake Bell did, Bilson promptly reached over her round and plump ass to grip Kristen's yoga pants and swiftly yanked them down and off Kristen's upturned legs to win the match as the ref rose her hand and signaled for the bell. Not wanting to leave without having a little fun with her ex BFF, Rachel alertly remained on top of Bell's still contorted body with her ass now sticking up in just a very skimpy black pair of lace panties wedged deep between Bell's fairly spread asscheeks. Kristen was about to get a classic dishing of comeuppance for her snotty attitude and in particular her comments about Bilson's ass as not only was Bell's face now mortifyingly engulfed in Rachel's ass muffled and slowly suffocating but her own ass was also presented in all it's glory with Bilson's open palms ready and willing to do some slapping. The crowd became ecstatic tic as Rachel raised one hand high above her head before swinging it down on an asscheek so hard that it left a handprint. Bell's squeals could barely be heard from beneath as Rachel rained both her hands onto Kristen's defenseless behind leaving many more handprints until her hands were sore and Kristen's ass was beat red from the abuse.
After giving the cameramen a few minutes to take some pictures of her atop her human throne, Kristen had passed out at some point during the seemingly endless spanking she'd just received, Rachel got up to the feet as Kristen still lay in the middle of the ring humiliatingly bent in half like a pretzel. Rachel placed her foot on Kristen's zonked out face as she posed in a final showing of revenge and finished business over her loudmouth rival.
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Happy 1000th post! Thanks to all who have made this thread such a success! ;D
Vanessa Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere
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Vanessa yowled in pain as Hayden had bent her legs back at the knees, crossed the ankles, and was pressing down on them with all of her weight, agonizingly straining the brunette's muscles up and down her limbs. Never one to miss an opportunity to inflict even more pain, Panettiere was also cruelly twisting the bare toes on her victim's left foot. The blonde then leans forward in order to grab her rival's hair, but that was just what Hudgens was hoping she would do; with cobra speed, the brunette twists herself to the side, swinging her right arm up and back, and connecting with a backhand blow to the side of Hayden's face, which sends her sprawling to the floor.
Moving as quickly as she can (which admittedly is slower than usual, given how numb her legs are following the blonde's relentless prolonged attack on them), Hudgens grabs her opponent's golden mane and slams the back of her head into the carpeted floor again and again, until the blonde's eyes grow glassy. Beads of perspiration trailing down her taut body, Vanessa then rolls the stunned Panettiere onto her belly and sits mounted on her back. Grasping both of Hayden's legs, the raven-haired beauty leans backward, subjecting her adversary to a spine-mauling Boston crab.
Hayden's fists pound into the floor and she fights back tears, determined to not submit. But while the spirit is willing, the flesh grows progressively weaker, until at long last the blonde sobs, "I give up!"
Max (Kat Dennings) vs Penny (Kaley Cuoco)
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By now, the feud between the two waitresses was the hottest rivalry in all of apartment wrestling. This time, the two hated arch-rivals were brought to Dallas to once more battle it out for the pleasure of the wealthy spectators, and they did not disappoint. For nearly an exhausting forty minutes, East Coaster Max and West Coaster Penny tore into one another like savage jungle cats. Now, both teetering on the edge of exhaustion, they were left in only their thongs, as the remnants of the bras and teddies they had begun the battle in littered the floor.
A tackle brought Penny flat on the carpet with her opponent atop her. Swiftly pinning the blonde's wrists to the floor, Max smirked as she looked down at the squirming battler. "I think we both know what's coming next, don't we sugar?" Max taunted, dangling her 34DD's over the sweat-soaked face of her nemesis. But, just as the brunette leaned down to apply her patented breast smother, Penny arched her body up. The suddenly move sent Max tumbling over, freeing the blonde, who pushed her pain-wracked body to move with surprising swiftness. In a flash, it was Penny who now sat straddling her pinned adversary. "You're right, it is that time," the blonde smugly purrs. "But I think you'll find my girls are so much better than those cow udders of yours." And with that, Penny pressed her 32C's down upon Max's face, enveloping her mouth and nose and smothering her into semi-consciousness and defeat within a minute.
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Thank you Jackflash! Your brilliant work has definitely been the bedrock of this wildly enjoyable thread! :)
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fantastic stuff Jack! and many thanks for starting this great thread in the first place :D
Katrina Bowden vs. Danielle Panabaker
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Katrina Bowden was in a world of hurt. While she had trained hard prior to the fight in efforts to escape that unfortunate jobber label she'd been attached to, Danielle was proven to be just the wrong opponent to help regain some confidence against. While Bowden was able to use her long legs to her advantage at points, the moments when Panabaker was not on the offense was few and far between.
Danielle had the already pleading Bowden on the stomach with her arms locked behind her back and her knees bent backwards before she, in an impressive feat of strength, lifted Katrina up off the ground and held the whimpering blond high in the air with her lanky body tied in a knot with her perky breasts sticking out and her skintight black short shorts wedgied up her exposed vaginal area. Danielle paraded around the ring with her prey in firm control before returning to the center and, after a thunderous war cry that bellowed throughout the arena, swiftly fell down on her butt viciously slamming Katrina face-first down on the mat for a brutal chickenwing face buster. Katrina's head and upper body bounced off the mat before falling back down completely out cold as Panabaker nonchalantly flipped Bowden's spread eagled body over on her back.
There was no question the match was over as Danielle smugly took her sweet time in climbing on top of the squashed Katrina and gripped one of her seemingly endless sneaker-clad legs hooking it far and back while Bowden's other leg remained flat on the mat. The ref counted to three but easily could've counted to one hundred as Danielle remained posed atop her prey. While Katrina tried to use her famous legs to her benefit, more often than not they just served as looking spectacularly sexy in a classic leg hook pin and this time was no different. The crowd snapped countless pictures at Katrina's bare leg spread high in the air with her tiny shorts even riding up exposing a little bit of her spread buttcheek. Danielle would crudely shove Bowden's outstretched leg back down to the mat and depart the ring in victory leaving Katrina spread eagled and once again, unfortunately for her at least, laying knocked out in complete defeat.
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Excellent Emma vs Kristen again, many thanks and congratulations.
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Jumping Jack , Nicole &Xtra fantastic matches!
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Trying to post a story but I keep getting "file to large or you have already posted this "
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Flashback 1984: Rebecca de Mornay vs Brooke Shields
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Rebecca had spent months in preparation, studying every aspect of Brooke's fighting style, watching endless hours of video tapes of the catfight champion in action, until the blonde felt confident she had a strategy to beat Shields.
And that confidence proved well-placed. From the very start of the match, Shields was baffled and frustrated as her opponent managed to counter out of all of her holds, and then the brunette was sent reeling as de Mornay subjected her to moves and holds which Brooke had never encountered before. None of the spectators had ever seen the Champ kept so haplessly on the defensive this way, and hopes that Brooke could turn the fight around faded with every passing minute of Rebecca ascendant.
Finally, the challenger made her move to finish off her adversary. First, she subjected Brooke to a Rocking Horse, painfully stretching the brunette's back. That was the set-up for the blonde's finisher: with Brooke face-down on the carpet, Rebecca laid herself across her opponent's back, bending her legs at the knees and crossing her ankles so that she could apply a double-toed leglock with her left hand. With her right, she cupped it under Brooke's chin, yanking her head back. The result was that Shields was subjected to blinding agony as her spine was twisted backward, her legs...her most powerful weapons...neutralized. Knowing she had the Champ helpless at her mercy, de Mornay gave a smug smirk and purred, "I could keep this up all night, sweetie!", while Brooke whined in pain, tears streaking down her face. Finally Shields could take it no longer and she sobbed, "Stop! I give up! You win!"
Triumphantly, Rebecca released her beaten foe and stood up, allowing the diamond-studded championship tiara to be placed upon her golden maned head as she put a foot down on the mewling Brooke's rear end and flexed her arms in a victory pose.
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Melissa Benoist vs Margot Robbie
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A heated argument turned into an all-out war at Comic-Con between Melissa Benoist and Margot Robbie who were both dressed in their respective DC character’s wardrobe. The reason for the scuffle remained unknown, but it must have been something serious as the two actresses tore into one another like a pair of hellcats until Margot was able to finally gain control of the situation.
“You might play her on tv, but you are definitely not Supergirl!” Margot pushed her disheveled hair away from her own face as she stared down confidently at Melissa, who was lying belly first on the floor with her head buried in her arms. Then, with an evil idea in her head, Margot smiled wryly as she straddled Melissa’s back with one knee on either side and ripped off Benoist’s red cape. “You can’t fly, so why the hell do you need this?”
The cape may have been useless draped behind Melissa’s back, but in Margot’s sinister hands it was anything but. The Harley Quinn actress held both ends of the cape tightly as she slipped it underneath Benoist’s head until it was directly underneath Melissa’s neck. Margot leaned back and yanked on the cape with all of her might making Melissa’s head and neck snap backwards as the cape wrapped tightly around her neck. The Supergirl actress was being viciously choked at as the actress dressed as the villainess laughed maniacally. The scene playing out as if it were straight of a comic book, but in this story it was the hero in utter distress.
With tears in her eyes and her usually pale white face now matching her red cape Melissa’s hands began to rapidly slap the carpeted floor of the Convention Center admitting defeat at the hands of her rival. Margot saw the signal of defeat from Melissa, but held on to her choke for a bit longer before eventually releasing the cap and letting Benoist’s head snap back down to the floor.
Then, with her victory complete, Margot rolled a now sobbing Melissa over onto her back and stood triumphantly on top of the loser’s stomach flexing her muscles and allowing the Convention patrons to take as many photos as their little hearts desired, many of which would most certainly be turned into glossy photos for Robbie to happily sign for years to come.
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Great super girl story. Would love to read the whole fight. Also wouldn't mind seeing Gal Gadot dressed as Wonder Women lose to Cara Delevingne dressed as Enchantress from Suicide Squad.
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Kat Dennings vs Eiko Koike
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Kat howled in pain as Eiko's fingers sunk into her bare breasts, mauling and twisting them. The American's knees began to buckle from the pain, and a sly half-smile came to the lips of her Japanese tormentor.
But suddenly, Dennings swung her arms up, the palms of each hand slamming into the ears of the Asian. With a shriek, Koike released her handholds and stumbled backward, hands clutching her now aching ears. Taking only a half-moment to gather her wits, Kat next threw a fist into her rival's belly, doubling Eiko over with a grunt. Moving with surprising swiftness, given how battered and exhausted her body was following their savage catfight, Dennings cupped her hands behind her opponent's head to keep her bent over, and then began to drive her right knee up again and again, pistoning it into Koike's own DDs, hammering the air from her lungs. One final kneelift smashed into the Asian's forehead, causing her to flop backward to the floor, where she lay dazed and moaning.
Letting leaped up and came crashing down upon Eiko with a body splash, the Japanese girl's eyes going wide as she was crushed beneath the full weight of her adversary. Their bare, sweaty flesh of their lush bodies pressed hard against each other, Dennings slid herself up enough to be able to press her breasts down over the face of her rival. Koike squirmed and made muffled moans of protest, but she was too battered at this point to command the strength to throw her attacker off. Keeping Eiko pinned down beneath her, it wasn't long before the American was able to smother her foe into semi-consciousness and defeat.
Despite the soreness that wracked every square inch of her body, Kat forced herself to rise triumphantly and plant a foot down upon her fallen rival's chest as she struck her victory pose.
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Abigail Breslin vs Michelle Williams
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The spectators couldn't help but feel they were watching an era come to a crashing end.
For more than fifteen years, Michelle had been the dominate figure in the bareknuckled fist fighting off-shoot of celebrity catfighting. Although she lost from time to time, it was always by a narrow margin. But tonight, the veteran was reduces to haplessness as she was hammered without mercy by Abigail.
It had been an even-matched contest at first, but gradually the youngster began tagging her opponent twice for every one blow that Williams could land. Then it was three times...four...and now, Michelle offered only scant defense as Breslin's fists battered her belly, breasts and head. It was all that the older battler could do to simply stay upright on her feet, but that act of pride merely made her an easy target. Every now and again, Michelle would get off a punch that connected, but Abigail merely laughed the steadily-weakening blows off.
"They'll call be Legend Killer after tonight, old woman," the teenager scoffed at her older adversary. "But even at your best, you'd be no match for me!" As if to punctuate her taunt and prove her point, Breslin unleashed an uppercut that lifted her victim up off of her feet, and deposited her flat on her back, splayed across the penthouse floor.
Swiftly sitting astraddle her opponent's belly, Abigail began to ruthlessly piston her fists into Michelle's bare breasts, each blow painfully thudding into the sweaty flesh as tears welled in the glassy eyes of the overwhelmed veteran. Williams, lower lip quivering, was fully prepared to submit...but she knew well that the only way to end a match was by KO.
That came soon enough, as Abigail slammed a punch across Michelle's jaw, knocking her out. There was a bittersweet air in the room, as the elite audience were saddened by the destruction of the much-beloved Michelle. But there was also elation over Abigail's titanic victory, and excitement over her battles to come. Confident of a long string of victories in her future, Breslin stood up and placed her foot upon the bruised bosom of her fallen foe, raising her right fist high in the air to signify her triumph.
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More Abi please. She is great. Maybe against Ariel Winter
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Abigal Breslin was putting the finishing touches to her complete domination of Ariel Winter. She shoved the sniveling brunette into the ropes of the ring and tied up her arms with the ropes. The busty brunette, exhausted and bruised all over, looked at her fearfully.
"What are you going to do now?" Ariel asked in a quavering voice. Abigal just smiled. "It's speed bag time, chickie doll!' she giggled and began to work Ariel's big boobs like two punching bags.
Bappity-bappity-bappity-pow! The black-haired woman howled and shrieked as her most prized possessions were being so abused but Abigal didn't let up for a full two minutes. When she finally stepped back to assess the damages, Ariel's head hung over her aching tits. She was out!
"And another one bites the dust!" Abigal sang as she danced around the ring.
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A Ido winter and Dakota blue Richards should fight one on one and see who wins
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Cassie and Emily were exchanging catty remarks at the party when a crowd started to form around them. Sensing a catfight, the partyers begin to urge the girls to fight. " Do you want to take it outside bitch", Cassie said. I'll scratch your eyes out whore, replied Emily. The girls faced each other ,both in expensive outfits, kicked their shoes off and started to grab hair, exchange punches, and rip at the others outfits. 5 minutes into the fight, their beautiful clothes were barely clinging to their bodies as the fighters rolled around on the ground scratching and clawing. The fighters rolled away from each other, stood up and removed their tattered outfits and now faced each other in their bras ad panties. Both girls were breathing heavily, both sporting some scratch marks on their face and arms. They extended their arms and locked up in a test of strength. Slowly Emily began to force Cassie to her knees and finely onto her back. Emily was on her quickly pinning Cassie to the ground. Emily didn't ask Cassie if she would give, but started to land a series of well placed punches to Cassie's head and face. It was over , Cassie laid there crying and defeated, Emily paraded around, her arms up in victory to the cheers of the crowd.
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The fight that everybody wanted to see in the 60's was Cardinale v Welch. They both had been involved in catfights, and both admitted that they enjoyed fighting and kicking the crap out of another woman. When approached with the idea, both ladies quickly agreed. The prize would be a starring role in an upcoming film. I'll kill that Italian whore," commented Raquel. " I will rip the American bitch apart , " replied Claudia. No rules, woman to woman anything goes to one girl is knocked unconscious and is completely defeated. The fight was as brutal as expected, the girls started out in bikinis that were quickly stripped off as they punched , clawed, scratched and even bit each other. Now completely nude the fighters rolled around grabbing and ripping at their rivals tits and pubic area. The girls were covered with sweat and dirt, both bleeding as Claudia gained the advantage by grabbing Raquel's pubic hair with one hand and her hair with the other. The grunting Raquel tried to get away from this attack, but Claudia started to bang Raquel's head to the ground . Raquel would gasp each time Claudia bounced her head off of the ground. " Finish her off", the crowd chanted. Claudia now raised both of her arms above her head, locked her hands together and with all the strength she had left delivered the finishing blow to Raquel's face breaking her nose and knocking the American beauty unconscious.
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Another classic from Nicole! Thanks!
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Abigail Breslin & Chloe Moretz vs Ariel Winter & Bindi Irwin
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Ariel and Bindi, their eyes glazed, were made to stand back to back with each other. Abigail stood before Winter, while her partner Chloe stood in front of Irwin, and the blondes held each other's hands. They then began to simultaneously slam their bodies again and again into those of their opponents, as the dazed brunettes are battered by the poundings.
Bindi, newly turned 18, was making her celebrity fighting debut by teaming with Ariel in this tag team catfight. But they had not anticipated how effectively Breslin and Moretz would work together, ceaselessly double-teaming the brunettes and overwhelming them with underhanded tactics. Now, their breasts smashed again and again, leaving them panting for air, Winter and Irwin could no longer stay upright, and their sweat-soaked bodies crumpled to the carpeted floor.
With cobra smiles, their rivals went in for the kill, subjecting the blondes to breast smothers. Before she began, Abigail contemptuously slapped at Bindi's face until she groggily came out of her stupor. "I want you to be alert enough to know what's happening, bitch. You're about to go down under!" With a cruel cackle, the American then pressed her bountiful bosom down upon the face of the embattled Aussie. The muffled moans and protests of both Bindi and Ariel were the most resistance the brunettes could muster, and soon enough they fell silent as each was driven into inky unconsciousness.
Adding insult to injury, Abigail and Chloe then tore off the bikini halters of their fallen foes and used them to hogtie their wrists and ankles behind them. Claiming winners' prerogative, the blondes then demanded that their beaten rivals be left there on the floor, tied up and helpless, for the remainder of the evening, while the victorious Moretz and Breslin mingled among the elite crowd, basking in praise of their triumph, which the sobbing Ariel and Bindi where humiliatingly forced to endure.
Abigail Breslin vs Bindi Irwin
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Humiliated by her debut loss, Bindi demanded a solo match against Abigail, to be held just days later. Entering the spacious living room of the mansion, the Australian was taken aback by the sight of her opponent wearing a leopard skin bikini. "I've decided I'm the new Queen of the Jungle," Breslin says with a smirk, taunting her opponent for her nickname back home as "the Jungle Girl". If anything, the insult fired up the brunette even more for the match to come.
And it was a titanic battle. If Breslin thought her tyro opponent would be easy pickings, she was quickly shown otherwise. "Not so tough when you don't have someone to help you cheat, are you?" Irwin hissed. Abigail unleashed every dirty move she could think of, but Bindi was relentless, absorbing the pain and dishing it out tenfold on her American rival.
Finally, Bindi wrapped her arms around Abigail from behind, lifted her into the air, and brought her crashing down again, with Breslin's groin slamming into the brunette's outstretched knee. The blonde let out a piercing wail of anguish as she flopped forward onto the carpet, hands clutching her womanhood as her watery eyes were wide with pain. Shoving Abigail over, Bindi pinned her wrists to the floor and lowered her chest down, until Breslin's face was nestled deep between the Aussie's breasts. The mewling blonde squirmed helplessly, unable to break free, until at last she was knocked out.
Returning tit for tat, Bindi removed her beaten adversary's bikini top, but instead of tying Abigail up with it, she said with a deceptively sweet smile, "I think I'll just keep this as my prize." And so Breslin lay there, bare chest heaving as she slowly climbed out of the pit of slumber, and into the harsh light of realizing she had been conquered.
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Great to see Bindi, Ariel and Kat in more stories. ;)
Thanks to all the wonderful talented writers in this thread. 8)
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Wanted to say Kudos to everybody for making this hands-down the BEST thread on the Free Catfights forums! While there are certainly some of the match-ups I enjoy more than others, all of the write-ups are certainly fun and fantastic! We like all of the bouts and am impressed with how many talented writers have contributed to this thread since its inception and it just keeps on going with exciting challenges and fresh faces, for example Abigail Breslin or Bindi Irwin, both of whom are very impressive and I'll try to feature in the future. Though, there are NO shortage of options in the celebrity world and I can't wait to see what original match-ups will be found here as the exciting thread continues! Hopefully I'll be able to contribute some more at some point but until then, thanks again to everybody for all of their hard work and creativity in making this thread shine!! Kudos to Jackflash Jump for his vision in creating it and for all of his tireless efforts as well!
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Nice to see Bindi get added in. Once I'm out of satellite internet purgatory, I just might do my first writing as I've got an idea just for her.
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are you SURE ms. Irwin is 18 ?
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I stand corrected thanks
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Definitely more fights for bindi Irwin
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Definitely more fights for bindi Irwin
yes more fights
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Georgina ("Gossip Girl") vs Penny ("Big Bang Theory")
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The Manhattan elite were greatly concerned. Their most illustrious catfighter, the blue collar waitress Max, had lost her last three battles with Los Angeles waitress Penny, giving the West Coast circle decided bragging rights over their East Coast rivals. Debate was raging as to who should next challenge Penny in order to bring victory back to New York City, when suddenly Georgina, an heiress who had been dabbling in catfighting, stepped forward to pronounce that she would be facing the blonde next.
While the brunette had only had a few matches, she had won them all, and decisively. What's more, the haughty socialite carried herself with an air of supreme self-confidence, tinged with a devious arrogance. Thus, in spite of her lack of experience compared with Penny, the New Yorkers quickly became convinced that Georgina could beat her.
And that faith proved well-placed. The match, held on neutral ground in Chicago, was evenly-waged at first, but eventually Georgina's underhanded tactics began to overcome Penny's defenses; expecting another street brawler like Max, Penny was unprepared for so skilled a technical grappler as Georgina. The tide really turned with the brunette weakened the blonde with a chokehold, then devastated her with an atomic drop. The LA battler burst into tears of agony as she lay on the floor, hands clutching her throbbing groin.
A simple pin would have sufficed to claim victory, but the wealthy brunette was not interested in so plebian a triumph as that. Instead, she roughly shoved the hapless Penny onto her back, then sat atop the West Coaster's heaving bosom. Next, Georgina slid her lithe body backwards, her perfect derriere settling down upon the blonde's face, Penny's eyes wide with panic in the half-moment before her features are enveloped beneath the hemispheres of the brunette's bottom. Penny thrashes feebly beneath her tormentor, but is too battered and spent to throw her off. And thus she must endure this humiliation until finally her lush figure, soaked with sweat and mottled with scratches and bruises, ceases to move altogether.
The New York contingent (and even some dazzled West Coasters) erupt with cheers as their warrior reclaims the laurel of victory for their city. Georgina, remaining seated upon her slumbering rival's face as a queen would be upon a throne, accepts a glass of champagne as she is toasted.
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Maybe some stories with genevieve morton.
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And maybe some of antje utgaard against Kate upton.
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And maybe some of antje utgaard against Kate upton.
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Yes please
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Nicole, these are FANTASTIC! Feel free to return to the ring adventures of Michelle as often as you'd care to! ;)
I'd also like to thank everyone who has said such kind things recently about my own contributions to the thread. I do very much appreciate your feedback. :D
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Captive Spies: Harriet vs Natalie
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Deep within the Siberian wilds stands a maximum security prison. Inside, captives...mostly foreign intelligence agents...whom the Russian government wish to make utterly disappear are incarcerated. In the women's wing are two Americans, Harriet Welsch ("Harriet the Spy") and Natalie Connors ("Agent Cody Banks"), both identified by Russian Intelligence as being affiliated with the CIA. Both were captured separately as each tried to infiltrate the 'harem' of a highly connected Russian oligarch with global criminal enterprises. Their covers exposed, they were seized and spirited off to this prison. Both were given several months to try...and fail...to escape, until both young spies ruefully concluded that they were well and truly trapped. Once that realization settled in, it became child's play for their captors to mentally break them down and re-sculpt them as their saw fit.
Their days were not spent within dreary cells. Rather, they were pampered with luxurious suites, for they were not mere prisoners. Rather, the oligarch and his Russian military acquaintances would come to the facility every few weeks to watch as pairs of captives battled one another in an apartment wrestling match. The winner continued to live in luxury, while the loser was sent to spend a month in "the hole", a solitary confinement cell deep within the bowels of the prison. Upwards to a dozen women from around the world were treated thus, and several matches would be held each time the Russian kingpin visited.
Harriet and Natalie had both had several matches during their incarcerations here, winning some and losing others, so both knew full well that defeat was to be avoided. They had never fought one another before, but that would change tonight.
Their training for apartment wrestling had been hard. Both were well-schooled by the CIA in hand-to-hand combat, but with the intent to kill. Here, they were forbidden to kill, or even to seriously injure. That meant extensive re-training, overseen by the 'dowager empress' of the prison, an elderly one-time British agent known only as Peel. Matches were to be waged until one combatant submitted, or was knocked out. Seriously injuring an opponent could land the offender in the hole, even if she was technically the winner of the battle.
After months and months of this existence, Harriet and Natalie no longer thought of themselves as agents, or even as Americans. In their own minds, they were gladiatrix for their masters, and they lived only to please them with victory...and spare themselves the dregs of defeat.
Garbed in expensive lingerie, the two launched at one another like snarling jungle cats. Their battlefield was the large living room of the suite used by the oligarch on his visits, with plush carpeting and several overstuffed leather chairs that seated the spectators, who sipped brandy was they watched the brawl unfurl. The brunette and the blonde both proved themselves evenly matched, with neither able to hold the advantage over the other for long. Soon enough, their flimsy lingerie was torn to shreds, leaving them in only their black lace thongs, their taut bodies glistening with sweat as each panted for breath.
Harriet seemed to be taking control of the fight as her hands clamped down on her rival's breasts, squeezing and twisting them as the soft flesh bulged between her stiletto-like fingers. Nearly paralyzed with agony, Natalie seemed on the verge of submission...until suddenly she managed to marshal the power to throw a palm blow to her tormentor's chin. Head snapping sharply to the side with a spray of perspiration, Harriet released her handholds and stumbled several steps. Slipping up behind her opponent, Natalie grasped the brunette's thong and wickedly yanked it up, the fabric cutting deeply and painfully up into Harriet's butt and crotch, causing her to shriek in agony. Now it was the brunette's turn to be on the verge of surrender...at least until an elbow thrown desperately behind her smashed into the blonde's temple, stunning her and freeing her adversary.
After several more minutes of scuffling and stalemate, both battlers found themselves in a duel of headscissors. The oligarch and his friends leaned forward excitedly in their seats as the two proud warriors clamped their powerful thighs around the head of the other; muscles tensed like steel cords as their legs tightened their grips like steel vises. Natalie and Harriet gasped and mewled as they poured their rapidly-melting strength into their legs, their bodies trembling from the exertion. "Give...up...you...fucking...bitch!" Natalie snarled, as much a command as a plea. Holding back a sob of anguish, Harriet hissed, "Never...to...you...whore!"
Finally, inevitably, one beauty's battered body could no longer meet the demands of her fiery spirit. With a trilling whine, Natalie suddenly went limp, her legs falling over to release her rival. Harriet, her face purple from the exertion, gasped "Ohthankgod!", and then her own legs snapped open, unable to maintain the crushing pressure any longer. But the brunette was not yet finished. She knew from experience what the oligarch liked in the aftermath of the matches...a touch of haughty triumph from the winner, and humiliation for the loser. Having taken note of how the spectators had admired her shapely derriere, Harriet decided to put it to work, and she climbed atop her fallen foe's chest, then settled her cheeks down over the blonde's face, smothering her. Natalie gave a muffled protest, her legs squirming weakly, but otherwise she had no resistance left to offer. As the spectators clapped and cheered, Harriet commanded the butler, in Russian, to bring her a brandy. She then looked to the oligarch and, a sultry smile on her lips, purred, "After I'm finished with my throne here, toss her weak ass into the dungeon!"
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Maybe some Ashley graham fights
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Flashback 2003: Kaley Cuoco vs Mila Kunis
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The birth of the feud!
Mila, although still a relative newcomer to the celebrity catfight league, was already emerging as a force to be reckoned with. When she learned that her next opponent, the rookie Kaley, was being touted as a rising star, the brunette scoffed, vowing to make short work of the blonde.
But things didn't work out precisely as Kunis had planned. Although she had the edge in experience, Cuoco proved herself to be as magnificently skilled a fighter as Mila. The result was a prolonged stalemate, with neither able to hold the advantage for very long as their nubile bodies writhed across the penthouse floor...at least until the brunette reached into her bag of dirty tricks and dropped Kaley to her knees in agony with a kick to the groin.
Had she opted to finish off her opponent then and there, it would have been child's play for Kunis. However, her pride stung by the rookie giving her such a strenuous challenge, she decided to play with Cuoco first, as a cat plays with a mouse. She pressed a knee into the blonde's spine and fishhooked her index fingers into the corners of Kaley's mouth, stretching her lips into a cruel rictus. "Smile pretty for all of the nice people, sweetie," Mila taunted in a sugar-sweet tone. It was humiliating for Cuoco...but she could accept that, as it also did relatively little physical damage to her. Inadvertently, Mila was giving her adversary the precious time she needed to recover. Finally tiring of this move, Kunis grabbed Cuoco by her golden hair and pulled her up off of her knees...but was suddenly met with an elbow to the belly. Shocked and stunned, the brunette let her defenses down for the span of a heartbeat or two, and that was all the time which Kaley needed to whirl around and slam a palm thrust across Mila's chin. With a loud gasp, the brunette stumbled backward, and the blonde pressed her advantage.
Kaley began landing kicks to Mila's taut abdomen, each blow answered by a grunt of escaping air from the victim's lungs, and then she balled her fists and began drilling punches into Kunis's breasts. "Those things are already tiny," the bustier battler taunted, "but let me flatten them a little more anyway!" Astonishingly, Mila's stamina and iron willpower kept her upright, but she was so dazed as to be virtually dead on her feet.
Kaley gives a satisfied half-smile, knowing that victory is at last within her grasp. Her first instinct is to humble the haughty brunette a bit first...but she quickly reject that notion. After all, such a tactic cost Kunis control of the match, and Cuoco doesn't want to risk giving her opponent an opportunity to turn the tide. So, the blonde moves in to finish off her foe.
Pressing her back up against that of the dazed brunette, Kaley reaches her hands up and behind, clasping them under Mila's chin. She then lifts up and leans forward, executing a Hangman; Kunis's feet are lifted up off the floor as her neck and spine are painfully yanked. Cuoco slowly turns, showing off the squirming body of her hapless rival to the spectators, the lights of the room glistening off of Mila's sweaty pain-wracked figure. The brunette whimpers and moans, but refuses to tap out.
Finally, with a loud sigh, Mila's body goes limp. Kaley lets go of her hold, and her semi-conscious opponent slides down her body and crashes to the carpet. Flat on her back, glazed eyes peering with little comprehension through heavy lids, Kunis can offer no resistance as her foe opts to put her away: Kaley pushes the sole of her foot against the brunette's chin, forcing her mouth closed, while the ball of the blonde's foot presses down on Mila's nose, effectively smothering her. Cuoco adds to this scene of humiliation by flexing her arms victoriously, as the once-vaunted Mila is driven into total unconsciousness.
But while the battle was over, the war had just begun...!
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Fight with Ashley graham would be great
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Jessica Simpson vs Carrie Underwood
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The several year long feud between rival singers Jessica Simpson and Carrie Underwood that began with Carrie calling Jessica fat, about the worst thing a woman can call another woman, had finally reached a boiling point in the backroom of a Vegas nightclub.
As the two women tussled on the floor in a mass long blonde hair,dresses and high heels Jessica suddenly found herself perched on top of Carrie almost as if the leggy country diva had just given up. "I'll bet your skinny ass wishes you had boobs like this" Jessica taunted arrogantly as she hung her abundant cleavage in Carrie's face. "No not really" Carrie replied rather calmly considering her apparent disadvantage. "And whys that!?" Jessica hissed in frustration as she pushed down on Carries wrists placing her in a classic schoolgirl pin. At that moment a menacing grin came across Carrie's face and before Jess could secure her position Carrie bucked her lean body bringing her long legs straight up and over Jessica's torso and before she could process what had happened the dumbfounded reality star found her torso trapped between Carrie's long legs in a classic body-scissor hold. "Now Jess you were wondering why I wasn't envious of your big saggy tits?" Carrie taunted It's because Id rather have legs like this. With that Carrie squeezed her long toned legs ratcheting up the pressure on Jess's soft midsection causing her to squirm and moan in protest as she scratched and clawed at Carrie's rock hard thighs in a vain attempt to free herself from the singers leggy lock-down.
After several minutes of relentless pressure applied by Carrie, Jess had all but given up on her futile attempt to free herself as tears ran down her mascara stained face. "Now Jess sweety" Carrie purred somewhat relaxing her hold on Jess's aching torso "Ready to admit who the better woman is and give up?" "Never!" Jess replied summoning what strength she had left to free herself. But once again Carrie locking her ankles clamped down with her vice like thighs causing Jess to finally succumb as she moaned in torment "Please Carrie enough I give up..Your the better woman!"
Finally with Jessica reduced to sobbing wreck, Carrie released her hold, got up, then bent over grabbing Jess by the hair lifted her head up off the floor and pointed to a security camera on the wall. "See that Jess hon? Im headed to the security office to obtain the tape so your fat pathetic ass officially belongs to me. Next time my house needs cleaned I will give you a ring..maybe we can even pick you up a cute little french maids outfit to wear!" Carrie giggled playfully. With that the leggy country diva slipped on her pumps, straightened her dress, fixed her hair and strutted off leaving a thoroughly defeated Jessica to ponder her fate.
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Ashley Graham vs Keeley Hazell
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Backed against the ropes, Ashley grunted in pain with every chop of her hand that Keeley smashed across her chest, each blow causing the brunette's breasts to jiggle wildly. The blonde Brit then grasped her opponent's left wrist and Irish whipped her across the ring; Graham's body turned so that it was her back that struck the cables on the opposite side of the ring, but she was helpless to halt herself as she rebounded back toward her rival. Bending forward at the waist, Hazell caught the brunette and flipped her up and over, sending Ashley crashing to the canvas with a heavy thud.
The brunette lay there stunned, as Keeley dashed to the ropes, bounded off of them for momentum, and leapt into the air, arcing down so that her right thigh was aimed to come smashing down on her target's chest. Unfortunately for the busty English lass, her target was no longer there, as Ashley managed to rally herself and roll out of the way at the last moment. Hazell's butt landed hard on the mat, sending a paralyzing jolt of pain up her spine. She sat there, legs spread wide before her, a look of pain upon her face, while Ashley drew upon her dregs of power to rise up. Now it was the brunette's turn to bounce off of the ropes, hitting the strands behind Keeley, and rushing at the blonde. As she passed, Graham dove down, grabbing her adversary by the back of her head, and pushed her upper body forward, causing Hazell's face to slam forcefully into the canvas, leaving her dazed.
Adrenalin pumping now, Ashley rose up and, bending over, grabbed her rival and pulled her up as well. She then lifted Keeley's up off of the mat, holding her in her arms, and slowly circling so as to show her off to the crowd that packed the arena, as a huntress shows off her trophy. Graham then delivered the blonde back to the mat with a bodyslam that shook the ring. Grabbing the mewling Brit by her tangled hair and hauling her back up to rubbery legs, Ashley whips Keeley into a corner, where the blonde's arms drape over the top ropes and her whole body appears in danger of collapsing in a heap. From the opposite corner, Graham then dashes at full-speed toward her rival, intent on delivering a match-ending body splash.
Unfortunately for the brunette, at the last moment Hazell is able to bring her legs up, her knees smashing into Graham's breasts. The impact causes Ashley to sail backward, landing heavily upon the canvas, where she lay moaning, eyes glazed. Calling upon what remains of her fading strength, Keeley pulls herself up the turnbuckle until she balances precariously upon the top cables. She then soars into the air, and crashes down upon the prone body of her opponent like a curvaceous missile of destruction. The impact causes the bodies of both beauties to bounce up off of the canvas, but Hazell remains atop Ashley, who is battered into semi-consciousness.
Pinning the brunette's wrists to the mat, and using her feet to grapevine Graham's legs wide, Keeley makes a point of pressing her 34E breasts down upon the sweat-soaked face of her foe, humbling her with a bit of smothering while the referee counts 1...2...3!
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Great stuff, Wheelman! Jessica definitely needs to get more play around here. ;)
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Yes thank you finally an Ashley graham story. It was great love to see more
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Yvonne strahovski vs emma stone in a submission wrestling match with lots of humiliation will be awesome
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Great stuff, Wheelman! Jessica definitely needs to get more play around here. ;)
Thanks Jack. Jess has always struck me as soft both mentally and physically, and I have always been a big fan of Carrie and those legs. Then I remembered these two had a real life spat several years ago. So being one who prefers his fantasy based in reality this one was a no brainer. Oh and great work on the Ashley vs Keeley story as well!
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Yvonne strahovski vs emma stone in a submission wrestling match with lots of humiliation will be awesome
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Like to see some more titfights
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Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter
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Ariel grunted as Abigail drove her knee up into the brunette's belly. Winter doubled over, and the blonde grabbed her by the hair to hold her in place while she pistoned up her right knee five times in rapid succession, each blow hammering into Ariel's breasts. Battered and panting for breath, Winter sunk to her knees.
A cruel smile came to Breslin's lips as she held her rival's hair with one hand and pulled her head up so that the two beauties could lock eyes. "On your knees before me, just where you belong," the blonde maliciously purred. Then she added, "and now I'm going to pound those tits of yours until you're a 30A cup!"
But a heartbeat later, the smile on Abigail's lips disappears, as Ariel's right hand shoots up to clamp a clawhold on the blonde's groin. Winter's fingers tighten, and the thin fabric of Breslin's bikini panties offer scant protection to her vulnerable womanhood. Upright on her knees, the brunette has perfect leverage for her wicked hold; each time Abigail balls a fist to try and punch her way free, Ariel gives a pulsing grasp, and the pain all-but-paralyzes Breslin, leaving her helpless. The blonde's gives a high-pitched whine of agony as tears well in her blue eyes.
Still holding tight with her clawhold, Ariel rises up to her feet and lifts her rival up across her shoulders. She then begins to twirl around and around, subjecting the wailing blonde to an airplane spin and strips her of her senses. Finally, Breslin is deposited back to the floor with a thudding bodyslam and she lay upon her back, hands clutching her throbbing groin as she fights back sobs of pain.
"That idea you had, about my tits?" Ariel says with seeming innocence. "I like it. Just let me...tweak it a little." And with that, the brunette begins to ruthlessly stomp her bare foot down again and again upon her adversary's breasts, the pounding causing them to erupt from the blonde's bikini halter. Winter then sits upon her foe's belly and uses her hands to punch, slap, squeeze and twist the mauled mammeries. Tears streak down Abigail's face as she howls in agonized protest, until the pain drives her to the precipice of unconsciousness. Halting her attack, Ariel gives a satisfied half-smirk and says, "Now let me show you what a real pair of tits look like!" With that, she removes her own halter, freeing her 'girls', and she leans forward, burying Abigail's face into her cleavage. After some feeble squirming and muffled whimpering, Breslin goes still and silent.
Rising up, Ariel claims her hard-earned victory by planting a foot upon the heaving, bruised boobs of her fallen foe and flexing her arms in triumph.
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Great story like Ariel winning.
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Super model Christie Brinkley and actress Lynda Carter had both been dating singer Billy Joel. At the party after a Billy Joel concert, which both girls had attended, the two beauties stood toe to toe, breast to breast glaring at each other. "Get out of here bitch", Christie said. he is mine. " Are you going to make me slut, " replied Lynda. The other party goers quickly formed a circle around the two urging them to fight. Lynda kicked off her shoes and stripped to her bra and panties. "Come on you little whore, strip down and fight me." Christie smiled and removed her dress, "I'm going to tear you apart bitch." answered Christie. Christie in red bra and panties, Lynda in black tore into each other slapping and pulling hair. They fell to the floor each ripping their opponents bra off. The topless fighters rolled around each landing punches to their rivals face and breasts. The crowd was equally divided, as they rooted on their favorite. Christie maneuvered behind Lynda and applied a combination chock hold and hair pull which had Lynda gasping for breath. " Finish her", the crowd yelled. As Christie applied more pressure, Lynda's eyes became glassy as she struggled to break the hold. Lynda slumped to the ground unable to catch her breath, Christie sensing victory, was on top of her quickly throwing windmill punches to all parts of the helpless Lynda's body. It was over, Christie raised her arms in victory and accepted the cheers of the crowd. Lynda laid on the floor sobbing in defeat.
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Another excellent Flashback!! Thank you!
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it's round three of the boxing grudge match between Lynda Carter and Christie Brinkley and "Wonder Woman" is looking exhausted and trashed.
"Christie - please! Stop! You - you win, okay? I can't - OOOFFFF!" Lynda blows out an agonized breath when Christie connects with a solid blast to the brunette's belly. She tries to keep her guard up but Lynda is just too tired and beaten to effectively defend herself. It's almost poetic justice because in the weeks leading up to the fight the big brunette had been bragging how much stronger and fitter she was than "some ditsy blonde model!"
Christie starts to laugh and joke with the crowd as she toys with a bedraggled Lynda. "Who wants a top that once belonged to a big star?" she asks the front row and gets shouts of glee as an answer. The TV star is soon topless and after some more punching her around the ring, Christie removes the star-spangled bottoms to leave Lynda completely naked.
By this time the once tough-talked showoff has been reduced to a blubbering, quivering loser. The gorgeous blonde takes dead aim and lands a monumental haymaker to Lynda's kisser, spinning her completely around before she drops to the mat out for the evening. The crowd erupts in cheers and Christie Brinkley is all smiles after the big victory.
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Win or lose, Lynda Carter is always welcome around here. Thanks for these, my friends! :)
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Maybe could have another day of stories of just one person again like charolette McKinney or someone or a bindi Irwin day
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The gorgeous blonde takes dead aim and lands a monumental haymaker to Lynda's kisser, spinning her completely around...
....and lo and behold, Lynda suddenly turns into Wonder Woman! With a glint in her eyes, Wondie advances on the suddenly terrified blonde as Brinkley holds up her hands in surrender and gasps, "Hey, wait a sec..."
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Maybe could have another day of stories of just one person again like charolette McKinney or someone or a bindi Irwin day
good thinking
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Maybe could have another day of stories of just one person again like charolette McKinney or someone or a bindi Irwin day
I'm still holding out for a Michelle Trachtenberg or Taylor Swift day. I'd love a Lindsey Pelas day, too, though I don't think she's popular enough for that yet.
Yes definitely should have a Lindsey pelas day
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why not Lindsay vs Bindi ???
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Emily and Jamie Lynn were locked up in the corner of the penthouse one hand pulling hair, the other mauling their opponents breast. The arranged apartment catfight had started with both girls in dresses, Jamie in red- Emily in blue. The fighters were intent on stripping their opponent and for the first 5 minutes of the fight that is exactly what they did. Now, only in panties , each girl was trying to force the other to the floor. Grunts and heavy breathing filled the penthouse as the young beauties struggled to gain the advantage. The crowd cheered each time one girl would land a punch or slap. The girls separated each trying to get air into their lungs. They were both scratched up and Emily had a bloody lip. They circled each other with their arms extended and a test of strength developed as they locked hands. Jamie Lynn's arms started to tremble as Emily slowly was forcing her to the floor. Now on her back Jamie Lynn was in trouble as Emily applied a leg scissors to Jamie Lynn's midsection. Emily had her between her powerful thighs and continued to squeeze. Jamie Lynn valiantly tried to fight her way free, but Emily would not loosen the hold. " Give bitch, your finished, " said Emily. " Fuck you whore, was Jamie Lynn replied. With that reply Emily let out a scream and started to punch Jamie Lynn in the face and head. Jamie Lynn tried to cover up, but she was helpless as a few men in the crowd pulled her off of the beaten Jamie Lynn.
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enjoy
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Joan Severance was waiting in the Green Room preparing to make her first appearance on "The Tonight Show" in 1985. She was watching the show on a small tv set when, to her utter dismay, she heard Johnny Carson ask his first guest, Christina Applegate, if she could hang around for another segment. That meant she, Joan, was being bumped from the show! Her anger flared and she did nothing to stifle it. "Oooo, if I ever get my hands on that little tramp!" Joan hissed.
Unfortunately (as it turned out) she got her wish as Christina came bouncing into the room as the band played the show off the air. In less than 30 seconds, Joan had picked a fight with the younger blonde and they were rolling around on the floor, a tangle of arms, legs and hair.
Shrieking with anger and pain, the two rolled across the floor, both of them throwing what punches and slaps they could, along with some fierce hair-pulling and a little kicking thrown in. But as the action wore on, Joan found herself on the losing end. Not only was Christina stronger and faster, she was full of energy and Joan was tiring rapidly.
"What's the matter, old lady? Can't keep up?" Christina giggled as Joan stopped trying to fight. The sultry brunette would have retreated but her clothes were practically in rags and her face and body were a mass of scratches and bruises. What was worse was that Christina had her legs wrapped around Joan's trim waist, preventing her escape.
Then it got ever worse for the older woman. Christina started applying pressure to her leg scissors and poor Joan was soon gasping and sobbing. "I - HUH! - please, I - UHHHHH! - NO! STOP! - please, I'm sorry. Ohhhhh! I give! I give! I sooo give up!" the ruined and devastated Joan wept. She had learned a hard lesson about messing with younger women.
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Sorry - tried to post pics of Joan Severance and Christina Applegate but I suck at computer stuff. Obviously! :-[
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Here you go, Sandman. ;D
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So, our girl Nicole has requested a Michelle Trachtenberg Day here in the thread. Now, I don't think it's any secret of my love and adoration for Trachs, but even I have to admit that she's probably not A List enough to warrant a call for multiple stories.
HOWEVER, here is what I will most happily do...
Let's have a Ladies of Buffy Weekend!
Not only Michelle T, but Sarah Michelle Gellar, Alyson Hannlgan, Eliza Dushku, Charisma Carpenter, or any of the other ladies of Sunnydale are invited to be featured in new 'Finish Her' pieces. Win, lose or draw, let's put the Slayer and her girls through their paces! ;)
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sounds good to me
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Dying to see Stana Katic in here....possibly destroyed by someone like Kate Upton, Charlotte McKinney, Nicki Minaj, Rihanna
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Maybe could have another day of stories of just one person again like charolette McKinney or someone or a bindi Irwin day
I'm still holding out for a Michelle Trachtenberg or Taylor Swift day. I'd love a Lindsey Pelas day, too, though I don't think she's popular enough for that yet.
Yea Mishy vs Eliza dusku from buddy will be hot. Also it's about time Kendall and Taylor clash since the confrontation, and the unrest in the bffs camp
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Would love to see the meek, harmless hacker Willow go up against the mighty uptight slayer Buffy and not only beat her but humiliate, strip and spank her cute little blonde ass right in front of all the Scooby gang. Maybe the fight could occur at Sunnydale high or the Bronze.
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Nice work on the Applegate vs Severance story Sandman. I have always loved the younger dominating older angle. :)
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Would love to see the meek, harmless hacker Willow go up against the mighty uptight slayer Buffy and not only beat her but humiliate, strip and spank her cute little blonde ass right in front of all the Scooby gang. Maybe the fight could occur at Sunnydale high or the Bronze.
good idea
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I almost always cheer for Michelle to lose her catfights!
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Leven rambin should definitely be in a fight maybe a titfight
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Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Tracthenberg
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The sharp crack of palm upon flesh was followed instantaneously by a pained yelp...followed by another, and another, and another. Amanda beamed a smile as she administered the spanking to her hapless opponent, as Michelle's butt swiftly turned as red as her face. Rivals down to the very molecules of their beings, Seyfried and Trachtenberg were hailed as possessing two of the finest derrieres in all of celeb catfighting. As to whose was superior, both were determined this match would settle the question.
After a long and grueling battle, it looked as if Amanda would get to claim bragging rights. But before delivering her nemesis to a humbling defeat, the blonde first decided to subject her to some humiliation, hence the spanking.
But in her zeal, Seyfried made a tactical error. The spanking is painful yes, and certain embarrassing for Michelle. But it isn't debilitating. So in spite of the stinging slaps to her behind, the brunette is actually recovering and gathering her remaining strength. As her trainers, Alyson Hannlgan and Sarah Michelle Geller once told Trachtenberg, "Save the spanks for after, when you've already won."
Finally bringing an end to the spanking, the still-smiling Seyfried shoved her adversary off of her bent knee to the floor, preparing to finish her off with a facesit. But as she rolled over onto her back, Michelle sprang into action, lashing out with her sculpted left leg and smashing a kick flush between Amanda's eyes, sending her sprawling onto her back. Rising up, Trachtenberg bends over and grabs her rival's hair, hauling her up to her feet with a squeal of pain from the still-dazed Amanda. Dragging Seyfried over to the nearest wall, Michelle presses her face-first to it. Trapped, the blonde is helpless as her opponent grabs her bikini panties and yanks them up, subjecting Amanda to a painful wedgie. The fabric disappears between Seyfried's cheeks as she howls in anguish, and now it's the brunette's turn to smile. "What's the matter," she purrs to her victim. "Can't that second-rate ass of yours handle this?"
Still holding her adversary by the hair and by her briefs, Michelle now pulls her away from the wall and marches her back to the center of the room, the blonde on tip-toes in a vain attempt to try and lessen some of the pain from the wedgie. Releasing her handholds, the brunette moves with cobra swiftness, pulling Seyfried over her shoulders, and in a remarkable display of raw power, she lifts the blonde up. Then Trachtenberg starts to turn in a circle, going faster and faster, subjecting the blonde to an airplane spin. Her senses stripped by the spinning, Amanda wails helplessly, until finally her tormentor releases her, and Seyfried crashed to the carpeted floor in a heap of arms and legs.
Michelle shakes her head, for the spin dazed her a bit as well. The room lights glisten off of the sweat-soaked bodies of both nubile combatants, but Amanda lays moaning and vulnerable, while Michelle's whole body ripples with power and purpose. Ready to finish off her foe at last, Trachtenberg sits down on the blonde's chest, facing her legs, and slowly starts to slide backward. Through glassy eyes, Seyfried softly moans, "Ohhhh...noooooo...!", but there is nothing she can do to halt the inevitable, and within instants Michelle's perfect ass settles down upon the blonde's face, smothering her. Amanda's body gives some feeble squirms, but she is long past the point of being able to break free. Michelle seductively grinds her hips, shattering her rival's pride while giving the spectators a much-appreciated spectacle, until very quickly Amanda ceases to move altogether, and an ebullient Michelle jumps up, placing a foot upon her fallen foe's heaving chest and striking her victory pose to the cheers of the onlookers.
And thus was the question of whose derriere is superior answered...at least for now.
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Sarah Hyland vs. Ashley Tisdale: Bikini Match
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Both Sarah and Ashley, being the best of friends that they were, agreed to the match seeing it as a fun and playful little contest to see who was the stronger girl. And while most of the match was rather light-hearted and cute, as the action went on it became clear that both girls wanted to notch a victory even against their good friend. For Sarah, victories were a rare occurrence as she was widely considered firmly entrenched in the jobber class while Ashley, while maybe not a jobber, still wasn't known as a world-beater herself either. And while neither girl wasn't going to openly admit it, beating your best friend earns you some serious bragging rights.
After what had been an evenly matched play fight turned grappling match as both girls were clad in just their skimpy bikinis, Sarah caught both Ashley and the audience off guard by connecting with a swift swinging neck breaker that planted Tisdale flat on the mat and in prime pinning position. Sarah, excitedly eyeing a win, pounced on her friend pinning her shoulders to the mat as the ref was inches away from slapping the mat for a 3rd time before Ashley kicked out just in time. Sarah couldn't believe it as she began throwing a tamper tantrum pounding the mat and shrieking in frustration. Now pissed off, Sarah crudely grabbed Tisdale's hair and forced her to her feet ready to execute another neck breaker but Ashley, after getting a moment to recover from the neck breaker during her friend's hissy fit, countered the obvious attempt at the same move as they quickly swiveled behind a disoriented Hyland. Ashley waited for her friend to turn around before hitting Sarah with a perfect super kick right at her chin. Sarah stood googly eyed on wobbly feet for a few seconds after the blow before falling on her back to the mat like a sack of potatoes spread eagled and unquestionably finished as Ashley confidently climbed over Hyland's body and hooked one of her spread bare legs back for the pinfall.
The count could have gone to 20 as Sarah remained out cold with her leg spread high and back in the air by her best friend as Ashley scored the victory. Returning to her feet so the ref could raise her hand on a job well down, Ashley bent down to her defeated BFF and decided to cash in quick on those bragging rights. "Sorry it had to be you baby.." Tisdale jokingly said down to her still unconscious friend before adding "...don't worry we can still be friends though! As long as you remember who the dominant one in this relationship is." she quipped with a giggle as she blew a kiss and skipped out of the ring happy as a clam for the W as poor Sarah yet again lay flat on the mat in defeat.
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(Welcome back FCF!) ;)
Eliza Dushku vs Jaime Pressly
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The two grunting beauties grappled furiously across the floor, their firm, taut bodies glistening with sweat as their lungs panted for breath. Thus far their battle had been a perfect stalemate, with neither able to gain the advantage over the other for more than a few moments.
Now however, the tide begins to turn. Slowly but steadily, Jaime is able to roll Eliza unto her belly, with the blonde atop her to hold her down to the carpet. Once achieving that, Pressly moves swiftly, using her feet to grapevine the brunette's legs wide to rob her of leverage, while her arms snake around Dushku's head, clamping on a sleeper hold.
Eliza thrashes wildly in her bid to be free, but like a cowgirl breaking a bucking bronco, Jaime manages to stay atop her. Finally, exhausted, Dushku can do little more than squirm feebly beneath her oppressor. With a tired rasp that fairly drips with mocking disdain, Pressly sneers, "Oh, you're not going anywhere now, cupcake. Your ass is going nighty-night!" "No!" Eliza defiantly growls, but with a slur that betrays how rapidly she is being driven into unconsciousness. Barely a full minute later, the brunette's eyes flutter shut and she ceases to move altogether as she succumbs to her rival's inescapable sleeper.
Triumphantly, Jaime strips her slumbering adversary of her own bikini, then uses it to hogtie Eliza's wrists and ankles, leaving her utterly helpless in humiliating defeat.
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Jaimie Pressley is one of those women who could probably kick some celebrity ass in real life. She grew up poor and Southern and had her share of catfights. Good story as usual, Jack Flash.
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Margot does look like her, so a fight between Margot and Jaime would be epic :)
I do think Margot looks better.
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I have an idea but cannot make new posts for some reason
Samantha Ponder vs Alison Haislip
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Again one fantastic and exciting fight, Emma vs Kristen. Many thanks.
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(A return of the Forum with a return of one of my favorite match-ups! :) )
KALEY CUOCO vs MILA KUNIS
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From behind, Mila slipped her arms under her opponent's and wrapped them tight across Kaley's torso, just beneath her breasts. She then began to squeeze, pouring the remnants of her strength into her arms, which tightened like steel bands. Cuoco gave a loud gasp as she squirmed in her rival's grasp. "Time to take the stuffing out of you, Raggedy Ann!" Kunis rasped.
But the blonde, as equally battered and exhausted as her adversary, still had the wherewithal to reach behind with her right arm; grabbing a handful of her tormentor's dark hair, Kaley suddenly threw herself forward, pulling the startled Mila over her shoulder and flipping her to the floor. Kunis lay there on her back, chest heaving as she groaned. But while her mind was ordering her body to move, her body remained sluggish, and thus Cuoco was able to land several stomps of her foot to the brunette's chest, further stunning her.
The bodies of both warriors were drenched in sweat, their labored breaths the only sounds heard, and Kaley knelt down and pulled her foe up to a seated position. From behind, the blonde used her feet to grapevine wide Mila's shapely legs, while Cuoco's arms snaked their way around her rival's head, cinching on a sleeperhold. Eyes suddenly wide with panic, Kunis moans, "Noooooooooo!" as her arms windmill and her hands grasp at empty air, as if that could somehow pull her free.
But there is no freedom to be had. Kaley's sleeper swiftly and mercilessly inhibits the flow of blood to the brunette's brain, reducing her to a stupor, as her eyelids grow heavy and her eyes roll up in their sockets. Soon enough, Mila's whole body goes limp, and Kaley releases her hold. Rising up, the blonde places a foot triumphantly upon the chest of her despised nemesis and, beaming a wide smile, flexes her arms in victory as the elite spectators burst into applause.
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While I still think Kaley is better suited for the victim role, nonetheless well done Jack!
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(A return of the Forum with a return of one of my favorite match-ups! :) )
KALEY CUOCO vs MILA KUNIS
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From behind, Mila slipped her arms under her opponent's and wrapped them tight across Kaley's torso, just beneath her breasts. She then began to squeeze, pouring the remnants of her strength into her arms, which tightened like steel bands. Cuoco gave a loud gasp as she squirmed in her rival's grasp. "Time to take the stuffing out of you, Raggedy Ann!" Kunis rasped.
But the blonde, as equally battered and exhausted as her adversary, still had the wherewithal to reach behind with her right arm; grabbing a handful of her tormentor's dark hair, Kaley suddenly threw herself forward, pulling the startled Mila over her shoulder and flipping her to the floor. Kunis lay there on her back, chest heaving as she groaned. But while her mind was ordering her body to move, her body remained sluggish, and thus Cuoco was able to land several stomps of her foot to the brunette's chest, further stunning her.
The bodies of both warriors were drenched in sweat, their labored breaths the only sounds heard, and Kaley knelt down and pulled her foe up to a seated position. From behind, the blonde used her feet to grapevine wide Mila's shapely legs, while Cuoco's arms snaked their way around her rival's head, cinching on a sleeperhold. Eyes suddenly wide with panic, Kunis moans, "Noooooooooo!" as her arms windmill and her hands grasp at empty air, as if that could somehow pull her free.
But there is no freedom to be had. Kaley's sleeper swiftly and mercilessly inhibits the flow of blood to the brunette's brain, reducing her to a stupor, as her eyelids grow heavy and her eyes roll up in their sockets. Soon enough, Mila's whole body goes limp, and Kaley releases her hold. Rising up, the blonde places a foot triumphantly upon the chest of her despised nemesis and, beaming a wide smile, flexes her arms in victory as the elite spectators burst into applause.
Fantastic as always! Why not Kunis vs Moore? Current wife of Ashton Kutcher vs Ex Wife?
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The CNN interview that Erin Andrews was doing with Brook Baldwin was not going well for Erin. She was being humiliated by the talented, sexy Brooke. "What I really like to do is take you outside and teach you a lesson bitch,", Erin said, as she had enough of Brook's catty comments." That's what I would expect from a no talent bimbo like you, replied Brook, " I'll rip you apart." The girls agreed to a topless boxing match later that night at a mutual friends home. The fight would be to a knockout. For 3 rounds the topless fighters danced around trading punches, with neither girl doing any significant damage. Round 4 began with both girls showing signs of fatigue. They both were sweating and grunting when Brook got Erin in a clinch and forced her against the wall of the penthouse. Brook landed two powerful shots to Erin's midsection, forcing Erin to drop her hands . This was the opening Brook was waiting for. A right hand to the head, followed by a quick left to Erin's right boob was to much for Erin as she slowly slithered down the wall. Brook threw another right as Erin fell to the floor. Erin was finished, lying unconscious , Brook raised her arms and paraded around the room to the cheers of the spectators.
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FLASHBACK 1961: Annette Funicello vs Ann-Margret Olsen
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After months of training, both Annette and Ann-Margret were making their debuts in the elite Hollywood celebrity catfight league. It had been a tremendous brawl between the two young starlets, but after over forty exhausting minutes, it was reaching its endgame. Hands clasped, the two young beauties grunted as they struggled against one another in a test of strength, their glistening nubile bodies trembling from the exertion. Slowly, Ann-Margret began to lose ground, as her opponent started to drive her backward. Knowing how disastrous it would be if she were driven to her knees, the redhead made a high-risk bid to turn the tide; suddenly ceasing all resistance, Olsen threw herself onto her back, pulling the startled Annette down with her. As she did so, she brought her left leg up, planting her foot against Funicello's belly, and used their shared momentum to flip the buxom brunette over her, sending her crashing onto her back.
Momentarily stunned by the maneuver, Annette was slow to gather her wits and get up. But Ann-Margret moved with leopard swiftness, rolling over onto all fours and pouncing on her prone rival. They rolled across the carpet a few times, snarling with fury, but Olsen managed to take control, and quickly she had Funicello pinned beneath her. Savagely, the redhead began to punch and squeeze her adversary's breasts, causing Annette to wail and moan as they were painfully mauled. Suitably weakened by the assault, the tearful brunette offered scant resistance as her tormentor crawled off of her, then snaked her dance-sculpted legs around Annette's head, locking on a Figure Four Headscissor. Funicello's eyes were wide with panic as she tried to pry the steely-gams from her, lush body frantically thrashing, but to no avail. The redhead grunted as she poured all of her remaining strength into her legs, crushing what fight remained in her rival. Finally, with a sob and a sigh, Funicello's dark eyes fluttered shut, and her body ceased to move.
Ann-Margret had long been dreaming of her first win, imagining striking the victory pose over her defeated foe. But now, she was too spent to do anything other than flop onto her back, chest heaving for breath. Still, it was her triumph, and one which she was determined would be the first of many.
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Yvonne strahovski vs Emma Stone ,I quit match
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Loved the Annette Funicello/Ann Margaret fight. One of my first celebrity fight fantasies was Annette from her beach movies tangling with Ellie Mae from the Beverly Hillbillies.
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Annette and Ann Margaret...yeah can see that being a great fight.. Don't know HOW MANY times during the first year of our marriage I had to describe to hubby what would happen if Annette and I locked up in a hairpulling brawl.
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Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter
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With a tremendous burst of raw power...made all the more impressive by how utterly spent and exhausted both battlers are following their more than thirty minute long brawl...Abigail scoops up Ariel, lifts her into the air, and returns her to the carpeted floor with a spine-jarring bodyslam. Badly dazed, the brunette lay there, glassy eyes staring up at the ceiling as her chest heaves for breath, ripe to be finished off.
Every the showwoman, Breslin opts for a spectacular...and high-risk...maneuver to bring an end to the match and finish off her rival. She climbs up upon a nearby leather sofa, her feet sinking into the plush cushion as she steadies herself. Bending her knees, she then leaps into the air, aiming her voluptuous form as a missile of destruction down upon the prone Winter. It was a match ending move to be certain...and it undoubtedly would have succeeded, if only Ariel had remained where she was.
Amazingly, the raven-haired beauty was able to command her battered buxom body to roll out of the way at the very last instant. The result was the Abigail, eyes sudden wide as saucers with panic, belly flopped onto the floor. Her body bounced once, then lay face down for several long moments. Finally, with a stunned groan she slowly rolled over onto her back, but that was the most she was physically able to do.
Pushing herself with every last dreg of power she had left, Breslin first got up to her hands and knees, then awkwardly stood up, her trembling legs threatening to buckle beneath her at any time. Victory was hers for the taking now, but she was also as much of a showwoman as her nemesis, and she understood the value of a spectacular finish. And what could be better than triumphing over the blonde in a game of 'Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better'?
Now Ariel climbs up on the sofa, but she doesn't stop on the cushion...she carefully scales up onto the armrest, giving her even more of a height position to strike from. Without hesitation, she flung herself into the air. Breslin's watery eyes focused upon the curvaceous body hurtling down toward her, and she frantically tried to make her own body move out of the way. But while the spirit was willing, the flesh was simply too weak. The blonde was ground zero for a bodysplash that echoed with a wet thud throughout the penthouse. The impact drove Abigail to the brink of unconsciousness; Ariel too was struggling not to black out. But the brunette was finally, if agonizingly slowly, able to push herself upright, and she planted a foot upon the chest of her beaten arch-rival to claim her victory.
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I'll submit the name of one model I think would be an excellent candidate:
Elisandra Tomacheski
J.
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Ann Margret and Nancy Sinatra agreed to fight it out in a no rules apartment catfight. Both girls were confident in their catfighting skills, but now, 5 minutes into the match it was evident that Nancy was no match for the beautiful red head. Ann was on top of Nancy applying tremendous pressure with a vicious headlock. It was quite apparent that Ann not only wanted to defeat Nancy, but wanted to completely humiliate her in front of the invited male guests as she stripped Nancy nude as she continued to punish her with slaps to the face, and punches to Nancy's boobs . Nancy began to cry begging Ann to stop, but Ann continued to taunt and punish her opponent as she now began to drag the helpless Nancy around the room by her hair. As the spectators screamed for Ann to "finish her", Ann did by removing her own top and smothering the defenseless Nancy with her boobs. The humiliated Nancy ,to tired to put up any defense, was begging for mercy. Ann finished her off with a vicious kick to the head, knocking Nancy unconscious. Ann slowly strutted around the room, her arms up in victory to the cheers of the crowd.
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Excellent! Thank you al2468!
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Love to see chole bennet, Halston sage in some fights
I'm
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Kaley Cuoco & Taylor Spreitler vs Beth Behrs & Kat Dennings
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You won't find it in even the tiniest of print in a contract, but it is an unbreakable requirement in Hollywood nevertheless: if you are an actress in a TV series who also participates in the elite celebrity catfighting league, you are expected to compete when your network commands it, particularly if it's for a very important audience, like some of their top affiliate owners.
Thus did CBS bring together four of their actresses for an exciting two-on-two brawl. The 2 Broke Girls duo of Kat and Beth are squaring off against the network's most popular starlet (and one of the top catfighters), Kaley of The Big Bang Theory; she was teamed up with a newcomer, Taylor of Kevin Can Wait, in a bit of 'synergy' to promote Taylor's new show with the executives. And it was an inspired bit of casting, for although they had never fought together before, Cuoco and Spreitler proved to be a daunting twosome, keeping Behrs and Denning, who were much more experienced at team fighting, on the defensive for much of the brawl.
The two teams, each clad only in thongs, had been battling for nearly thirty full minutes, but now it looked as if the end was nearing. Taylor was driving Beth to one knee with an armlock, making the lithe blonde whimper in pain. Meanwhile, Kaley had her longtime rival, Kat, at her seeming mercy, as Dennings was flat on her back, and Cuoco had hold of her feet, lifting and spreading wide her legs, leaving the brunette's vulnerable groin open for a stomp. With a cocky grin, the blonde looked down at her hapless adversary and said, "Gee, sucks to be you, doesn't it, bitch?" But rather than betraying fear, Kat's face seemed to be suppressing a smile of her own. "Funny," she sneers, "that's exactly what I was about to say to you." Cuoco doesn't grasp the meaning of her foe's taunt, not does she realize the danger she is in...but Kat knows, for she had seen her partner break free with a finger thrust to her attacker's throat, dropping young Taylor to the floor as she clutched her neck, gasping and gurgling. Now Behrs silently crept up behind the unsuspecting Kaley on all fours, a sinister leer on her face.
A moment later, Beth swung her right arm up, delivering a devastating forearm smash between Cuoco's thighs. Kaley's eyes shut tight and her mouth twisted into an agonized frown as a high-pitched wail of pain ripped from her throat. Hands clutching her now-throbbing womanhood, the blonde went knock-kneed, struggling to not topple over to the carpet. Unfortunately, she has no say in the matter, as Behrs sweeps her legs out from under her, sending her down with a thud. "You got this?" the blonde asks her partner. Sitting up, Dennings replies, "Go on...I'm all good." With that, Beth returns her attention to Spreitler, who is still struggling to catch her breath. Both battlers had long since developed a move designed to weaken their opponents for a double finish, and Kat and Beth move to apply it to their counterparts now: Pulling both Taylor and Kaley to seated positions, their adversaries knees behind them, placing the heels of the palms to the sides of their foe's head. Pressing with all of their might, Dennings and Behrs literally squeeze Spreitler and Cuoco's heads enough to slow the flow of blood to their brains. The result is that very quickly, the already exhausted blondes, moaning in distress, are rendered dazed, and ripe for vanquishing.
Now, Kat and Beth lay Kaley and Taylor flat on their backs. Dennings climbs atop Cuoco, leaning her chest over the blonde's head, letting her 36DD's teardrop down as she lowers herself, pressing the sweaty, satiny breasts down over her victim's mouth and nose, trapping Kaley in a cage of flesh. Beth, lacking her partner's endowment, opts for her own means, and achieves it by sitting atop the bare chest of her adversary and then sliding herself forward, the triangle of fabric over her groin enveloping Taylor's face..
Cuoco and Spreitler thrash beneath their tormentors, but to no avail, as they lack the power to escape. Swiftly enough, their movements become sluggish, and it's clear to all that oblivion beckons for both. "This is CBS..." Beth says cheerfully, with Kat finishing the phrase: "Coupla Bitches Smothered!"
Finally, the blondes lay still. Kat and Beth climb off of them, and each take one of the slumbering Taylor's wrists in order to drag her over to her partner, where she is draped backwards across Kaley's torso. The victorious duo then signify their triumph by each placing a foot upon this 'mountain' of beaten blondes and striking sexy victory poses, as the small audience jump to their feet and explode with cheers and applause.
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Jackflash, you always do a great job but your CBS Catfight went above and beyond the call! Great story, great finish. Thanks!
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I do very much appreciate it Sandman, thank you! And I've been loving the other contributions being made to the thread as well. Keep 'em coming! ;)
Jackflash, you always do a great job but your CBS Catfight went above and beyond the call! Great story, great finish. Thanks!
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So glad to see this site and thread back up and going again. Always look forward to seeing new stories on here!
Ps. I second the thought on Margot Robbie! I'd like to see her on both sides too. Maybe finishing off a Mila Kunis or Nat. Portman and getting finished by Kat or Kaley.
Keep up the good work all!!!
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Hey all, it's been a while since I've posted here, but Id like to write something. Specifically, I'd like to do a story with Mary Elizabeth Winstead.
Looking for suggestions for a potential opponent, so please let me know. Hope to do a story by today or tomorrow.
Thanks in advance!
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Hey all, it's been a while since I've posted here, but Id like to write something. Specifically, I'd like to do a story with Mary Elizabeth Winstead.
Looking for suggestions for a potential opponent, so please let me know. Hope to do a story by today or tomorrow.
Thanks in advance!
How about Brie Larson?
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Lizzie Gillies?
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Hey all, it's been a while since I've posted here, but Id like to write something. Specifically, I'd like to do a story with Mary Elizabeth Winstead.
Looking for suggestions for a potential opponent, so please let me know. Hope to do a story by today or tomorrow.
Thanks in advance!
Taylor Swift will be a good opponent, 2 leggy ladies, blonde vs brunette
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you're right about that
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I think Knowlessey has made an intriguing suggestion with Elizabeth Gillies. The young spitfire, looking to show the older woman that her day is done. ;)
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Victoria Justice vs Jennette McCurdy
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Victoria had expected that her greater reach, not to mention her peak of physical perfection, would give her the necessary edge in this bareknuckled fist fight. But what she hadn't reckoned with was the fighting spirit and indomitable determination of the smaller Jennette. So while the icy brunette scored points with flawlessly executed punching combinations (alas, if only points were kept in a battle such as this), the feisty blonde was doing serious damage with her relentless pounding.
McCurdy's balled fists were like pistons as the smashed into her opponent's belly, breasts and face again and again and again. The sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies, their lungs panting hard for breath, as they swung their arms, but it was Jennette was was landing two blows for every one of Victoria's that connected. Then it was three...four...five....
Justice was left virtually out on her feet, eyes glazed as she swayed precariously. With what was left of her wits, she couldn't fathom how the "little tramp" had managed to overwhelm her. "Noooo..." the brunette slurred. "You can't beat me..."
"Watch me." McCurdy said with a small half-grin. Then she cocked her right arm back and unleashed an uppercut that lifted Victoria off of her feet and deposited her flat on her back upon the penthouse carpeting. The brunette's dazed mewls of anguish were all she could muster, and she lay there as the blonde led the spectators in a ten count.
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Victoria Justice vs Jennette McCurdy
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Victoria had expected that her greater reach, not to mention her peak of physical perfection, would give her the necessary edge in this bareknuckled fist fight. But what she hadn't reckoned with was the fighting spirit and indomitable determination of the smaller Jennette. So while the icy brunette scored points with flawlessly executed punching combinations (alas, if only points were kept in a battle such as this), the feisty blonde was doing serious damage with her relentless pounding.
McCurdy's balled fists were like pistons as the smashed into her opponent's belly, breasts and face again and again and again. The sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies, their lungs panting hard for breath, as they swung their arms, but it was Jennette was was landing two blows for every one of Victoria's that connected. Then it was three...four...five....
Justice was left virtually out on her feet, eyes glazed as she swayed precariously. With what was left of her wits, she couldn't fathom how the "little tramp" had managed to overwhelm her. "Noooo..." the brunette slurred. "You can't beat me..."
"Watch me." McCurdy said with a small half-grin. Then she cocked her right arm back and unleashed an uppercut that lifted Victoria off of her feet and deposited her flat on her back upon the penthouse carpeting. The brunette's dazed mewls of anguish were all she could muster, and she lay there as the blonde led the spectators in a ten count.
Fighting spirit gave me Gurren Lagann flashbacks.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMIEKfFk3qM
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Sorry, bit rusty, hope you all like.
Elizabeth Gillies vs Mary Elizabeth Winstead - Lingerie Match
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Elizabeth Gillies was the new to catfighting, but her recent rise in Hollywood gave her a great deal of confidence. So much confidence that in fact, instead of fighting a starlet of similar experience, she decided to challenge the veteran fighter, Mary Elizabeth Winstead to a lingerie fight in a matted room. Mary, in the spirit of friendly competition, accepted, hoping to teach the youngster a few new tricks in a nice clean fight.
However, Elizabeth had other intentions than making the match friendly and Mary found herself beset by every dirty trick in the book! Mary’s screams of agony were like music to Elizabeth’s ears as she clawed at Mary’s womanhood, ripped her clothes apart and attacked Mary’s breasts, and grinded Mary’s face onto the floor! Many onlookers had been horrified by the sheer cruelty that Elizabeth had shown throughout the fight, and silently rooted for a swift end. Yet now it seemed that Elizabeth was regretting that cruelty as she found herself on her back, cloths ripped to shreds, draped in sweat and gasping for air as she found herself trapped in a reverse figure four headscissors.
Mary, almost naked herself, her face, body and short hair drenched with sweat, and her body fighting exhaustion and agony, laid on top of Elizabeth. Pulling her legs with one hand, Mary tightened the hold even more scrunching up Elizabeth’s face and putting her chin into Mary’s ass. Elizabeth’s legs flailed in vain, trying to grab hold of Mary, but Mary, experienced as she was, held herself up and away from their easy reach. After a few seconds of holding the pin, Mary turned to her young opponent and gave her that ever so famous half grin of hers before saying, with a mild mocking tone.
“Hey Elizabeth, how you feeling? You feeling comfortable back there? I know I am!” Elizabeth sputtered in response and the only thing that could be heard was.
“Fuck you, you old hag!” Elizabeth immediately regretted those words as Mary tightened the hold even more! Elizabeth was turning bright red now, and sweating profusely at which Mary could not help but giggle in response. Elizabeth’s womanhood was vulnerable throughout all of this, but Mary refused to step down to Elizabeth’s level and decided after a few more seconds to ask with a slight bit of sarcasm.
“So Elizabeth, do you give? After all, this is clean and friendly match” Elizabeth, at ropes end, desperately did not want to give in, especially not to this wash up scream queen! Yet in the end, Mary’s legendary’s legs were too tight, and with her vision fading from the lack of air, Elizabeth eventually sputtered!
“Yes, yes, please I give! Please let me go!” Mary smirked in response and said,
“Thank you! In spirit of friendly competition, let’s end this!” For a second, Elizabeth felt Mary’s legs loosen up a bit, filling her with relief, happy to get off so easily. However, relief turned to horror, as Mary suddenly lifted herself up and converted her reverse headscissors into a facesit! Elizabeth gave a muffled scream as found her oxygen cut off by Mary’s ass! Mary laughed in response and said.
“But not before I teach you, young lady, a lesson about what fighting dirty brings you!”
Repositioning herself to ensure that Elizabeth’s face was fully covered and her full weight was on top, Mary gave her half grin again as she jiggled her ass on Elizabeth’s face, giving a victory pose to the cameras, as Elizabeth futilely tried to push her off. Minutes passed as Elizabeth struggled to escape the humiliating position, but soon her struggles grew weaker and weaker, until finally they ceased entirely! Mary, wary still, held onto the position for a minute or so, before lifting herself and place a foot on Elizabeth’s naked body and did a victory pose to the cameras saying.
“This scream queen still got it! All you bitches better remember that!” The audience clapped in applause, at which Mary turned around and walked out of the room slowly, her body in agony and exhaustion from the fight. Yet that did not stop a bright smile flash across her face, confident that she had reminded the world of who she was!
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Nice work Jackflash and AKMaster!
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great work Jack! Victoria once again goes in cocky and pays dearly for it
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Hey all, it's been a while since I've posted here, but Id like to write something. Specifically, I'd like to do a story with Mary Elizabeth Winstead.
Looking for suggestions for a potential opponent, so please let me know. Hope to do a story by today or tomorrow.
Thanks in advance!
Obviously I missed the boat on this one but really enjoyed all of the suggestions and thought the resulting match between MEW and Elizabeth Gillies was fantastic! In the future, I'd certainly recommend Yvonne Strahovski - the two of them have one of the most competitive rivalries in the league in the FCBA and I'd be very intrigued to see how it plays out in another format too! Excellent work on your bout, as always and glad to have you back writing!!
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We also want to take a moment to definitely compliment Jackflash again for this amazing thread and the continuing awesomeness that has resulted from it! It's been such a relief to have the FCF back and this thread is one of the biggest reasons why. Excellent work lately with McCurdy / Justice, the CBS battle and of course, the Breslin/Winter war, which we always enjoy a battle between those two. Hopefully we'll be able to contribute in the future, but to all of the writers out there, keep it up and we'll keep following this thread whenever we can!!
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I like indeed! Well done, my friend. :)
Sorry, bit rusty, hope you all like.
Elizabeth Gillies vs Mary Elizabeth Winstead - Lingerie Match
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I genuinely appreciate the positive comments about my work, and what better way can I say thank you than with a new piece of writing? :)
Flashback 2000: Katie Holmes & Michelle Williams vs Jennifer Love Hewitt & Lacey Chabert
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When Linda Cardellini and Lizzy Caplan had to vacate the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance's tag team championship due to Caplan being injured in a match and put out of action for several months, the HWA determined that the two top contending teams would battle it out for the belts. As the PPV was being held in Dallas, it was further declared that this would be a 'Texas Tornado' match, meaning all four wrestlers would be allowed in the ring at the same time.
Given the intensity of the long-running feud between both duos, not to mention the high stakes involved, it came as no surprise to anyone that this was less of a pro wrestling match than it was a slobberknocker brawl! Relentlessly, Katie, Michelle, Jennifer and Lacey battered one another from stem to stern and pillar to post. And whenever one wrestler would have her opponent pinned, her rival's partner would make the save. As the match wore on, it seemed more and more likely that the winning team would simply be the one who had at least one member left standing.
But then suddenly, the end was nigh. Simultaneously and coincidentally, Michelle snared Jennifer in a Sharpshooter Leglock, even as Lacey did the same to Katie. Now it became a contest of endurance...which brunette beauty could withstand the pain the longest? Both Hewitt and Holmes sobbed and howled in anguish as their lithe bodies were torturously contorted, while Chabert and Williams poured all of their dwindling strength into making their victims submit. Long past the point when any other woman would have given up, Katie and Jennifer held on. Until finally...one no longer could.
Holmes raises a trembling arm to slap her hand down on the mat in submission...but then she is beaten to it by Hewitt, who shrieks "NO MORE!" as her right hand frantically slaps at the canvas. The referee calls for the bell, and the announcer proclaims "Your new HWA Tag Team Champions...Michelle Williams and Katie Holmes!" Williams helps her battered partner up to her feet, and the ten pounds each of leather and gold are strapped around their waists. And then, just for fun, they blindside Lacey and Jennifer, stomping away at them until the beaten duo manage to roll out of the ring and crash to the arena floor, where they are left to drag themselves away in defeat.
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LOVE it. Saggy tits was always massively overrated.
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Awesome! All three new stories! Great job!
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Emma Watson vs Anna Kendrick - Stinkface Match
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Anna fell down on her ass, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle, arms draped across the ropes. Clad in her red swimsuit, her body covered in sweat, her chest rising and falling as she desperately tried to recover from the onslaught she had endured! Eyes fluttering open and closed, she could see her opponent, Emma Watson, with her hands on her hips in the middle of the ring, looking at her. Wearing her signature black bikini, Emma was also equally sweating, but with a big smirk on her face at the current state of her rival, at which she taunted Anna.
“Well Anna, this has been fun, but I think its time we end this once and for all!” At which Emma raised her hands in the air and pumped up and down before grabbing her bikini bottoms and wedgie them into a makeshift thong! Turning around, Emma started to back up, bringing her ass closer and closer to Anna’s face!
Anna saw it coming, and desperately tried to push herself up and avoid it, but her body ached in agony and exhaustion and she was only able to a few centimeters before Emma’s ass engulfed her face. Anna gave a muffled moan of despair as her body squirmed and writhe in humiliation as Emma laughed in response saying.
“What I’d tell you darling, I’m the Stinkface Queen!” Anna personally doubted that, but in truth she was in no position to argue as her face became a plaything for Emma’s pale ass! Emma beamed as she held to the top ropes and shook her hips back and forth furiously, forcing Anna’s face side to side! Occasionally, Emma would slow down the pace, and circle her hips slowly, emphasizing the grind on Anna’s face as the crowd went wild to the dominant and sexy display.
Finally, after a minute or two of this humiliation, Emma finally relented, pulling herself forward off of Anna. Anna fell off the bottom turnbuckle while being freed, collapsed fully onto the floor of the ring, her eyes barely open and gasping for air. Emma paraded the ring in victory, eating up all the cheers and boos of the crowd! Anna, with virtually no energy left, slowly opened her eyes and turned her body over, trying to pull herself out of the ring. Yet Emma had other ideas and before Anna could escape, Emma grabbed her foot and dragged her to the middle of the ring! Gripping Anna’s hair viciously, Emma forced her on her fours and started to force her to walk like a dog around ring all the while saying to Anna.
“I cant believe that some people compare me to a American tramp like you, saying that you’re hotter than me, that you’re a better actress. Insulting!” Anna could only mewl in response, giving a slight shake in defiance, as she pathetically moved herself across the floor. Emma forced this display for a minute or two before forcing Anna onto her back in the middle of the ring! Standing over the head of the beaten Anna, Emma look downwards on Anna, before giving a scruff of contempt saying.
“Well its time you learn that you’ll never be good as me!”
At which Emma lowered herself and sat down hard on Anna’s chest, at which she then move forward and engulf Anna’s face with her crotch. Anna gave a muffled cry of humiliation, and futilely tried to push Emma off her, yet it was all for naught and soon her movements grew weaker and weaker. Emma simply beamed during this and flexed her biceps, eating all the cameras of the crowds who took pictures of Anna’s final moments!
Finally, after a minute, Anna’s motions completely ceased and Emma stood up, showing the sweaty red face of Anna to the crowd. Putting a foot on Anna’s chest, Emma did a victory pose, before saying
“Rule Britannia!”
Later
Anna woke up, and looked around at the empty arena for a second in confusion. However, the memories soon came back and a tears fell down Anna’s cheek at bitterness of her defeat. As she wept, Anna clenched her hand in a fist and swore that she would have revenge on Emma one day!
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FINE!
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Great work AK!
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Ava Sambora vs Zendaya
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Since her humiliating defeat to Bella Thorne several months earlier, Ava has devoted herself to getting her revenge, training extensively and building a victory run against numerous other opponents, all with the aim of challenging the redhead to a rematch. This is the most important step in that campaign, as Zendaya is Bella's best friend; to defeat the exotic brunette tonight would put Sambora in a position where Thorne could not possibly deny her another fight.
But that was easier said than done, as Zendaya had long since established herself as nearly a skilled a wrestler as Thorne, and just as vicious to boot. But through sheer determination and astounding skill, the blonde slowly gained the upperhand.
Now, Ava was on her back, legs wrapped tight around her adversary's waist and squeezing her in a scissors, while with her arms wrapped around the sepia-skinned beauty's throat, she was strangling her with a Rear Naked Choke. As Zendaya gasped and gurgled, her moist eyes growing glassy as she was driven toward unconsciousness, Sambora tightened her hold, and through gritted teeth she hissed, "Take a message to your bitch bff...what I'm doing to you is nothing compared to what will happen to her!" And with that, the brunette's eyes fluttered shut and Ava released her. Rising up, the blonde triumphantly placed a foot upon the chest of her fallen foe and raised her arms to bask in the applause of the spectators. But there was no victorious smile upon her face, just the steely resolve of a woman on a mission of vengeance.
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Thanks Attaguy! Great match up and story!
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Lynda Carter - a 70's icon and and all-time favorite for us fantasy celebrity catfight fans. Great contribution, Attaguy. Thanks!
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Flashback 1998: Alyson Hannlgan vs Rose McGowan
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Sometimes a reputation for toughness works against you. Alyson was widely known in the celeb catfight scene for her incredibly strong abs, which admirers had dubbed the 'Cast Iron Tummy'. For Rose, that was a challenge too irresistible to resist.
From the opening moments of the apartment battle, McGowan went on the offensive, and focused most of her attack on her opponent's belly. At first, Hannlgan weather the pounding, but in time even her steely abs began to crumble from the merciless barrage of punches and kneelifts. The brunette was relentless, not giving her adversary a single moment to gather her wits and strike back. But eventually, the exertion began to wear on Rose, and she took a few needed moments to catch her breath. Despite her own pain and exhaustion, Aly wasn't going to let this brief window of opportunity pass. Balling her right fist, she cracked a punch across McGowan's jaw that caused the startled brunette to stumble back a few steps.
Raising her arm again, Hannlgan aims a shot right at her opponent's nose...only to have Rose catch her fist and block the blow! A moment later, the brunette drives her knee up into the redhead's badly battered belly, knocking air from Alyson's lungs and causing her to double over, and putting an abrupt halt to Hannlgan's hoped-for counter-offensive.
Finally collapsing to the floor, Alyson lays moaning on her back, when suddenly Rose leaps up and lands with both feet on her stomach, causing the redhead to give a loud, agonized gasp. Hannlgan tries to curl into a ball, but the brunette drops to her knees alongside her and forces her flat on her back again. McGowan then sinks the fingers of both hands into her victim's belly, kneading the ravaged flesh like a baker would dough. Bursting into tears, Alyson shrieks, "STOP! NO MORE! I SUBMIT!!!" But the insidious brunette isn't interested in accepting any surrenders. Instead, she continues with her stomach claw until finally, inevitably, Alyson is driven to pass out from the pain.
Rising up, Rose plants a foot upon the trembling belly of her devastated foe and claims her victory. Looking down at the whimpering, barely conscious redhead, the brunette sneers, "So much for cast iron...right, creampuff?"
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The men at the party had convinced Cheryl and Olivia to engage in a" friendly" hairpulling contest. The two blondes, both with a few drinks in them, agreed. The giggling girls grabbed two fistfuls of each others hair and began to playfully pull. This quickly escalated into a more serious encounter after Olivia's right hand went from hair pulling to a quick rip of Cheryl's top, exposing her breasts. " You Australian bitch," Cheryl screamed as she took a step back. Olivia smiled, raised her arms and said, I guess I'm the winner sweetheart." With that remark Cheryl charged Olivia and ripped her top off. Both standing topless in front of the cheering crowd, Olivia and Cheryl locked fingers and began to struggle for dominance, each grunting as they tried to force their opponent to the floor. The crowd urged the women to start throwing punches, and they complied by swinging wildly at each other. What had started as a "friendly girlie " affair now turned very intense as the two topless fighters went at each other no holds barred. As the fighters fell to the floor Cheryl gained the top position, grabbed two handfuls of Olivia's hair and started to bounce Olivia's head repeatedly off the carpet. "Stop, You win," pleaded Olivia, but Cheryl would not relent. Cheryl went from hair pulling to punches of Olivia's face and breasts until Olivia was out cold. As they pulled Cheryl off the beaten Olivia, she smiled , raised her arms in victory, and said, "I guess you got what you wanted to see." She slowly pranced out of the room to the cheers of the crowd.
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Dakota Fanning vs Sammi Hanratty
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Panting hard for breath, but with a smug smile growing on her lips, Dakota folds her opponent over in a matchbook pin, Sammi's rear end pointed up to the ceiling. Pins counted for nothing in an apartment catfight, of course, but the blonde saw this as a golden opportunity to administer some humiliation on Hanratty; a veritable cherry on the sundae for what was looking to be Fanning's very first victory at long last.
Sammi squealed and her feet kicked haplessly in the air as Dakota began administering a spanking, the palm of her hand slapping with a sharp crack again and again upon her adversary's butt, the thin fabric of Hanratty's cotton panties offering scant protection. Enjoying herself immensely, Fanning taunted her foe: "If you beg and grovel enough, maybe I'll let you go, bitch!" Sammi said nothing in reply, but choked back a sob. Her face was as flushed red with fury as her butt was glowing red from the spanks.
Suddenly with a roar, Sammi powers out of the pin, knocking the startled Dakota back down to the carpet. With fire in her eyes and a growl on her lips, the humbled blonde rolls up to her hands and knees and then throws herself at her opponent, tackling Fanning onto her back. Consumed with rage, Sammi grabs Dakota by her hair close to the roots and starts lifting her head and slamming it back down into the floor repeatedly. Fanning's eyes quickly go glassy as she is left dazed from the pounding. Adrenalin still pumping, the seething Sammi jumps up to her feet and reaches down, pulling the mewling blonde up by her hair. Moments later, the power of pure anger coursing through her frame, Hanratty lifts Dakota up and drapes her back across Sammi's right shoulder for a backbreaker. Fanning shrieks in anguish, "AIEEEEEEE! I GIVE UP! LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Hanratty releases her rival, letting Fanning fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. Sammi swoons, as if coming out of a daze. "Wh-what happened?" she woozily asks. "Somebody just She-Hulked her way to victory," a spectator says with a smile, and the crowd rises up to give her an ovation.
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Keri Russell VS Sammi Hanratty
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After seeing Sammi's fight against Dakota keri had made some snide comments on twitter about Sammi not really being a good fighter she only won because she was fighting a little girl, and that Sammi herself was just a wimpy little girl. It didnt take long to Sammi to challenge Keri to fight and she promised to show her what this "little girl" can do.
Keri accepted without a second thought and made sure the fight would be broadcast live on the internet. Now however Keri was regretting that desicion. When the fight had started they were both wearing yoga pants and bikini tops. Now however Keri was only in her slutty blue panties. After being completely dominated by Sammi throughout the entire fight Sammi striped her of her pants much to the crowds enjoyment. Sammi grabbed Keri by her bikini top and began to shake her violently. Finally the top completely rips off revealing keri's tit and the crowd goes wild with cheers of approval, clearly on Sammi's side. Keri falls to her knees disoriented from the beating she's been taking. She look up at Sammi in fear. She can't believe this little girl is dominating her so easily. Sammi decides to end things and reels back and kicks Keri in her crotch hard. Keri falls to the ground and writhes like a dying animal. Sammi plants her ass on Keri's face and start to smother her out. She reaches down and pulls starts to pull off Keri's panties and as Keri feels them being removed she struggle frantically knowing that pictures of her cxnt will be on the internet for all time. In the Sammi still gets them off and twirls them around her finger and says "I'm going to hang these on my wall so I can always remember kicking your ass." Sammi says as Keri's body starts to give out and her struggling becomes feeble twitching. Sammi then stands up just before Keri passes out and looks down at her. Keri groans but her head is swimming and she can do little more than lay there. Sammi says "You're finished slut". and kicks Keri in the face hard with her bare foot knocking her out. She then lifts the loser up by her hair and takes a few selfies with her defeated form to post on twitter.
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I love this so much. Thank you guys.
Can someone do a finish her between Selena Gomez and Christina Hendricks?
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Victoria Justice vs Bella Thorne
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For Victoria, it was going to be a crowning achievement. Not only was she going to be the first celeb fighter to defeat Bella Thorne, but she was going to do it in front of an elite group of spectators in her own hometown, Hollywood, Florida.
What Justice didn't know was that Thorne had been the one to insist that their fight be in the brunette's home town. Unworried about fighting on her opponent's home turf, the malicious redhead simply relished the prospect of beating and humiliating Justice in her own hometown. The possibility that Victoria might instead be triumphant never crossed Bella's mind.
For anyone else, such confidence would be rank arrogance. But Bella didn't build her undefeated streak through mere luck. She studies her opponents, gauging their strengths and weaknesses, and deftly strikes at the chinks in their armor. Opponent after opponent has fallen to her, and tonight, Victoria proves no different.
It was a tumultuous match, to be certain, but as it progressed, Thorne expertly wore down her rival, until finally Justice was too spent to mount anything more than the barest of defenses. The redhead easily overcame it, and now she had the brunette at her mercy. Sitting on her opponent's back, Bella executed a camel clutch, but rather than cup her hands under Victoria's chin, she fishhooked the brunette's mouth with her fingers, stretching her lips wide in a grotesque rictus. "Smile pretty for all of the nice people, sweetie pie!" the redhead cooed with false sincerity, as teared welled in Justice's eyes, both from the pain as well as the shame of her humiliation. Finally unable to withstand it any longer, Victoria sobbed out her submission. But Thorne wasn't quite done with her yet.
Stripping the beaten hometown girl of her bikini top, Bella used the garment to hogtie Victoria's wrists and ankles behind her, leaving her completely helpless. "Leave her be," the redhead commanded as she rose up and mingled with the spectators, basking in her victory while her fallen foe had to endure the humiliation of being left bound in the middle of the crowd.
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The twitter feud and rivalry between 43 year old Rebecca and 42 year old Sophia had escalated after Rebecca, on a late night talk show, said that she would love to kick Sophia's ass in a catfight. Sophia agreed to the fight. Each woman could invite 10 people to witness the fight. They were to fight in bikini's, with no interference, no rules, until one woman was knocked out or chocked out. The winner would receive 250,000 dollars, a bonus of 100,000 dollars to each woman once they stripped their opponent nude. The first 5 minutes of the fight amounted to the fighters concentrating on stripping their opponent to receive the bonus, more than actually trying to inflict any pain or injury on the other. Now completely naked, the girls tore into each other punching, scratching and pulling hair. They fell to the ground rolling around, legs entangled, hands grabbing breasts and private areas. both verbally insulting the other. The floor fight was intense, the fighters rolled into a corner with Rebecca on top of Sophia. Sophia,realizing that she was in a dangerous position , sunk her teeth into Rebecca's ample breast drawing blood. Rebecca let out an agonizing scream, backed off, looked at her bleeding breast, and charged Sophia fists flying. The women stood toe to toe exchanging punches. This had now turned into a bare knuckles fight as the girls continued to flay away at each other. The exhausted fighters grabbed each other in a clinch when Rebecca grabbed two handfuls of Sophia's hair, threw her to the floor, jumped on top of her and landed a series of devastating punches to Sophia's head ands face. Sophia was out cold, Rebecca kicked her, spit on her, and raised her arms to the cheers of her supporters.
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HWA Flashback 2002: Danielle Fishel vs Beverley Mitchell
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What started as an Irish whip of Beverley sees it suddenly reversed mid-ring, so that it's Danielle who is flung into the corner. Her face contorts with pain as her spine slams against the padded turnbuckle, but she has no time to recover, as Mitchell dashes straight for her; the blonde leaps forward, splashing her body against that of her equally voluptuous opponent. The impact knocks air from Fishel's lungs with a loud, rasping gasp, and her knees buckle. However, her arms draped over the top ropes keep her upright...which is exactly what Bev desires.
Dazed, Dani is made to endure a thumpin', as Mitchell balls her fists and hammers away at the brunette's belly (and slips a couple of uppercuts to Danielle's breasts, delighting in the sharp squeals of pain her victim makes). Had this pounding happened earlier in the match, Fishel's tremendous stamina might well have allowed her to endure it. But the two diminutive dynamos had been warring against each other for nearly a full thirty minutes in this Hollywood Wrestling Alliance match, and both were teetering on the verge of exhaustion. As a result, Danielle had the last vestiges of her waning power knocked out of her.
Adrenalin pumping, Bev grabs her rival by her matted mane and hauls her out of the corner to center ring. There, slipping one arm around Fishel's shoulder and the other up between her thighs, Mitchell dips her knees, and with a growl of ferocity, she lifts Dani up. Moments later, she returns the brunette to the canvas with a ring shaking bodyslam. Fishel lay there moaning, glazed eyes staring uncomprehendingly at the arena's lights above, as Beverly now throws herself down upon her for the pin.
Adding insult to injury, the busty battler presses her breasts down over the face of her adversary, smothering her even as she pins her down. The referee counts to three, but with a smirking sneer, Beverly commands him to make it a twenty count, just to force Danielle to endure the humiliation longer. Fishel squirms feebly beneath her tormentor, a trembling whine muffled within the cleavage of the blonde.
Finally satisfied that she had utterly destroyed her rival, the smiling Mitchell pushes herself up, gets to her feet, and plants a boot triumphantly on the heaving chest of her conquered opponent.
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If you're going to talk trash about Paris Hilton, it's best not to have her standing right behind you. Olivia Munn was learning this lesson the hard way - Paris had jerked her around by one shoulder then connected with a crunching right cross. The lovely brunette's knees knocked together and her eyes fluttered. She was the very picture of someone "knocked silly."
After that it was just a matter of Paris having her way with the hapless starlet. Punches to the face and tummy, a ferocious kick right in the crotch and a series of rips and tears to Munn's outfit that left her naked and gasping in pain and embarrassment.
"Now that's hot!" Paris giggled just before finishing off the wrecked brunette with a final uppercut to the chin. Olivia stood up on her toes then crashed down, out like a light.
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HWA FLASHBACK 1998: DREW BARRYMORE vs CHRISTINA RICCI
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The two combatants writhed across the canvas, locked in a crushing embrace, each panting hard for breath as beads of sweat glistened across their alabaster skin. The time for flashy moves had passed, as the match now reached the 40 minute mark, and both wrestlers were battling exhaustion as well as each other.
Pride was on the line in this contest, as both Drew and Christina struggled to prove who the better technical wrestler was. Thus far it had been a stalemate, but both beauties pushed themselves with all of the fire in their warrior spirits to war on. One of the stipulations of this match is that pins are not counted...a winner will only be declared once her rival submits.
As they rolled back and forth grunting across the mat, Ricci slowly but surely began to move into control, until with a sudden flurry, she had Barrymore flat on her belly, while the brunette pressed herself down on the blonde's back. Christina used her feet to grapevine her adversary's legs, so that Drew remained pinned down, while her hands first cupped themselves under Barrymore's chin, painfully yanking her head back, and then with cobra swiftness, the raven-haired wrestler snaked her arms around her rival's throat and head, locking on a rear naked choke.
Drew wheezed and gurgled as she was increasingly strangled, but ego refused to let her tap out. But finally her brain won out, as she recalled the other stipulation of this match: if one of the women were to be KO'd, she would be suspended from the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance for six months. Unwilling to be driven out of the league on a stretcher, Barrymore swallows her pride and, even as her vision grows dark and she teeters on the brink of oblivion, her right hand taps furiously at the canvas, signalling her surrender.
FLASHBACK 2002: PARIS HILTON vs JESSICA SIMPSON
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This was a specialty contest between two blondes who both possessed what were considered to be the loveliest and most powerful legs in celebrity catfighting, to determine whose sultry stems were superior.
They began locked in dual headscissors, the rivals on their sides in a '69' position. Their thighs clamped down around the head of the other like steel vises, the muscles of their legs tightening like steel cords. According to the rules, there would be no time limit: the simultaneous squeeze would continue until one of them tapped out or passed out.
The minutes ticked by, the sounds made by Jessica and Paris going from heavy breathing to grunts, then from moans to whines, and finally each squealed with anguish, yet neither would submit. Their bodies, soaked with sweat, trembled from the effort to continue crushing the other, but they would not relent. As their eyes grew glassy and their faces purpled from the pressure, it looked as if a draw was the only inevitable conclusion. But then...
Maybe a moment of doubt entered her mind, and it weakened her determination. Maybe it was entirely involuntary, almost like a muscle spasm. Or maybe her rival's legs simply proved greater than hers. Whatever the case, a tortured cry of "SHTAAAAAAAP!" came from Jessica's lips, and her hand tapped in submission upon her opponent's thigh. Paris had won.
But the heiress wasn't quite finished with her adversary yet. She was going to make an example of the pop star. The thrill of victory banished the pain and exhaustion she was feeling, and Hilton felt a surge of adrenaline as she released her headscissors, but then pulled the spent, sobbing Simpson up to a seated position, sat on the floor behind her, and snaked her legs around Jessica's waist. The singer's eyes went wide with panic as Paris now tightened her python-like legs around the blonde's midsection, ruthlessly scissoring her. Tears streamed down Jessica's face as her hands ineffectually slapped and tugged at the lethal limbs that now encircled her.
It was Hilton who brought an end to this voluntarily, releasing her body vise, but only so that she could next wrap her thighs around her hapless rival's head with a headscissors. "Oh no no no no noooooo!" Simpson mewled as she was squeezed anew, her eyes going glazed as the power was crushed from her. Had she left this on any longer, the haughty heiress would have driven her opponent into unconsciousness. But that wasn't on Paris's agenda.
Now she released this hold, crawled around to the opposite end of her battered rival, and entwined her gams around Jessica's sculpted stems, locking on a figure four. The sudden jolt of electric anguish to her limbs shocked Simpson out of her stupor, and her wails of pain filled the penthouse. This was the conclusion which Hilton wanted, as her legs were literally destroying those of Simpson, who shrieked and sobbed in helplessness, her body writhing agonizingly on the carpet. Finally, with an almost detached air of aloofness, Paris demanded, "Whose legs are superior?"
"YOURS ARE! YOURS! PLEASE...LET ME GOOOOOOOO!" howled Simpson, her pride now as demolished as her legs. Paris kept the figure four locked on for a few moments more, just out of plain meanness, and then she finally released her vanquished victim. Jessica rolled to her side and curled up into a ball, her hands clutching her now-throbbing knee. Rising up on her triumphant legs, Hilton arrogantly lifted a foot and placed her sole down on the side of her sobbing rival's face, while placing her hands on her hips. She didn't need to say her catchphrase, as multiple spectators chimed in with, "That's hot!"
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Hilton's grotesquely scrawny legs couldn't snap a Rold Gold pretzel stick.
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The two elegantly dressed woman stood face to face at the after party of an awards ceremony locked in an intense staredown as many of the men and women in attendance urged them to fight. The girls inspired by the remarks of the spectators, realizing that they were going to fight, took a step back, removed their dresses, jewelry and shoes and glared at each other attired only in their panties. "Lets go you flat chested bitch," said Sara. Don't anyone break this up", replied Celine, I'm going to rip the whore apart. The fighters slowly circled each other with their hands held up in front of them. The girls lunged at each other, both fighters grabbing two handfuls of their opponents hair. The girls fell to the floor, now scratching, clawing, slapping and grabbing any exposed part of their rivals body. The woman seemed very evenly matched as they rolled around the carpet neither gaining a distinctive advantage. 10 minutes into the fight it was apparent that both girls were tiring as they both started to grunt and groan as they continued to struggle. It seemed that the woman were in a stalemate situation as they laid locked together on the carpet. "Get up and finish it with your fists", were the remarks from the crowd. The two fighters rose to their feet, examining the damage done to their bodies. They both had scratch marks and red welts on their faces, arms and breasts. The ladies now were ready to engage in a bare knuckle fist fight. Sara landed the first punch, a solid right to the side of Celine's head which staggered her. Sara sensing victory went in for the kill, but Celine grabbed Sara in a clinch and forced her against the wall. Celine was still dazed, but was now managing to regain her senses as the fighters, still in a clinch tried to throw short body punches to the other. Sweating and gasping for breath, the woman were holding on to each other for dear life, fearful that if they broke the clinch they would fall to the floor from exhaustion. Some men in the crowd sensed that both girls were in danger and broke them up. The ladies both fell to the floor panting and crying. "It's a draw '" the crowd yelled as they cheered the ladies. "No way , said Sara, we need a rematch." "Set it up, a topless boxing match to a knockout," replied Celine.
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Troian Bellisario vs Kaley Cuoco
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Who Tore It Best?
The question had been put forth as to whether two women engaged in a catfight...which already generates a tremendous amount of cattiness between them...could amplify that animosity is an additional factor was added to the contest; that is, if they wore designer little black dresses as they fought, rather than their usual bikinis or lingerie.
As suspected, in the pre-match gathering over champagne and hors d'oeuvres, the two rivals preened and strutted more than usual. But the real acid test came when the match began, and Troian and Kaley launched themselves at one another with a ferocity that was frightening even for these two she-cats. They battered and clawed one another around the vast living room, both making special efforts to grab her the other's expensive dress and try to rip it from her body. Eventually, every last tatter was torn away, leaving them clad only in black thongs. Still, the jungle fury between them did not abate, although by now both beauties were battling exhaustion, as well as each other.
The end finally seemed in sight when Bellisario, slipping behind Cuoco, wrapped a long scrap of black fabric that had until recently been a costly garment around the blonde's throat. Kaley's face went deep red as she gasped and gurgled from the strangling, her fingers desperately trying to pull the makeshift noose from her neck as her legs trembled and she threatened to drop to her knees. The sneering leer on Troian's face made it frightfully clear that would gladly choke her rival out if she could.
But in desperation, Cuoco brought her hands up and grabbed firmly to her tormentor's dark hair and yanked her head down, even as the blonde dropped suddenly to her butt. Startled, Troian was pulled down with her adversary, her chin cracking against the top of Kaley's head. Badly stunned, Bellisario stumbled back and few steps, and then plopped unceremoniously onto her own butt, her head lolling from side to side as her glazed eyes blinked vacantly. The coughing Cuoco took several deep breaths, her bare chest expanding with each gulp of precious oxygen. Then she commanded her nearly spent body to roll over onto all fours, and she crawled over to her adversary.
She reached the brunette just as Troian was coming out of her stupor...but it was too late for her, as Kaley slugged a left hook to her jaw that sent Bellisario flopping to her side, and back into a daze. Dragging herself atop her foe, Cuoco dropped her breasts down across the sweaty face of Troian, smothering out what consciousness remained in her.
Then, with a gleam of delight in her eyes, Kaley took remnants of the two destroyed dresses and used them to hogtie her rival's wrists and ankles behind her, leaving Bellisario a symbol of utter helpless defeat.
Rising up like a victorious Amazon, Cuoco looked to the host of tonight's confrontation, who had also supplied the dresses, and with a crooked smile rasped, "I'll expect a new dress delivered to me by tomorrow morning." She then titled her head toward her fallen foe, who was only now with a moan starting to come back to her senses, and she added, "And send the bill to that bitch."
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Troian Bellisario vs Kaley Cuoco
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Who Tore It Best?
There's truth in this. When I'm out and, as my grandma would say, 'dressed to the nines', and other women there are also made up to be their best, there is an unspoken competition to be the "winner". Don't blame us, we're all born catty. ::)
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Seeing Kaley, that gorgeous busty blonde, "dressed to the nines" with that smirky, comeuppance attitude (as the above post states)
Just Screams for a hot brunette to "take her down"....
Pull, yank, muss up that lovely blonde hair...
Slap that beautiful face (smirk and all)
Rip, tear, strip that dress off...(Front and top part first)...
And then.......?
Who would you pick?
Mila Kunis and the Indian gal (sexy brunette) on Big Bang Theory would be my choice....
If you go with some of the popular catfight stars Francesca Le or Cali Logan?
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Completely agree Penny losing to the Indian girl would be hot probably misspelled but I think it was Priya
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Kesha vs Cobie Smulders
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Coby and Kesha were both breathing heavily. Kesha had been in control up until this point, and it showed by the cuts and scrapes on Cobie's face, but now her lack of cardio was catching up to her. Kesha was just as worn out as Cobie even without having taken much damage. Both fights moved towards eachother again. They both threw punches but Cobie managed to block all of Kesha's slow punches and land a few quick jabs to the blonde's nose. Kesha's head was jostled back as blood trickled down her nose. Cobie took the opportunity to grab Kesha's thigh and bring her down to the floor. Kesha hit the ground with a grunt all the air was forced from her lungs. kesha struggled for a few minutes but her strength was fading fast. Her heart started hammering in fear knowing she might lose this fight. Cobie sensed her fear and it urged her on, her heart was beating fast now too, but with excitement. She managed to turn Kesha over on her belly and get in a rear mount. Kesha struggled as best she could knowing what was about to happen. After a few moments of being on her back Cobie managed to snake her way under kesha's jaw. "No..." Was the last thing Kesha managed to say before her airway was cut off. Cobie yanked hard on Kesha's throat causing her to make whimpering sounds. She kicked her bare feet against the carpet as she pathetically pulled at Cobie's arm. Cobie yanked again and Kesha began to tap on Cobie's arm signaling her defeat, but Cobie wasnt done yet. She continued to choke Kesha until the singers arms fell limp. Cobie then let Kesha fall facedown on the floor. Cobie stood and caught her breath. She looked down at Kesha with her hands on her hips. "Facedown on the floor like the stupid beaten whore that you are." She placed her barefoot on the back of Kesha's head and took a picture for twitter. She then bent down and grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and pulled the beaten girl's head up. Kesha's eyes were closed and her mouth hung open. Cobie put her face next to the bloned's and took a smirking selfie and posted that on twitter as well, with the caption "Dumb bitch."
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Ariana Grande vs Bindi Irwin
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GGHHHUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!
The Aussie reeled backward from the force of the chop to her chest, her skin reddening as her breasts bounced wildly in their cups. Her backward retreat was only halted as her back pushed up against the turnbuckle. Pressing her advantage, Ariana unleashed another chop, the impact lifting Bindi up on tip toes, her face contorted with pain.
The more modestly endowed Grande, in a fit of jealous pique, had focused much of this offensive on her opponent's impressive bosom, with resounding success. Given no chance to gather her wits from the relentless assault, Bindi slumped into the corner in a half-daze. Ariana opted to finish the job by mounting the middle ropes on either side of her opponent, grabbing the Australian by the hair with her left hand, and balling her right fist so as to unleash a torrent of senses-shattering punches to the poor girl's face. She pauses to look down at her opponent, sneer, and purse her lips in a taunting "kiss of death".
But before Grande could land a single blow, Bindi wrapped her arms around her tormentor's thighs, and with a grunt that grows into a roar, the outback beauty lifts Ariana up and carries her to center ring, where Irwin then throws her down for a spine-jarring slam. Grande's back arches agonizingly, and the pain is compounded moments later as the Aussie leg drops her foe, her thigh smashing down across Ariana's pert chest. Bindi climbs off of her opponent and with a moan, the Latina rolls to her belly, but that simply gives Bindi the perfect set up to drop a knee into Ariana's back. Then, Irwin grabs Grande's left leg and pulls it up over the back of her neck, torturing her in a stretch muffler. Ariana's piercing screams betray her anguish, but still she refuses to submit...for all of fifteen seconds, before she is unable to withstand the agony any longer and she shrieks her surrender.
Ecstatic over her victory, Bindi jumps to her feet and does a little victory shake of her hips as the crowd erupts in cheers.
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love it Jack! poor Ariana loses again :D
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Kaley's reputation as one of, if not the best catfighter on the Hollywood circuit has been well established. Cassie Scerbo, with a 6-0 record, (victories over Miley Cyrus, Emily Osmont, Selena Gomez, Ashley Benson, Ashley Tisdale and Juliana Hough) has gained quite a following. Many believed that she was ready to take on Kaley. "The little bitch has fought a bunch of cupcakes, I would destroy her within 2 minutes," responded Kaley. !0 minutes into the fight Kaley realized that she was in a real battle. The two girls had stripped each other, pulled hair, punched and clawed the other and now stood toe to toe, fingers locked in a test of strength. Kaley, a look of shock on her face, was slowly being forced to the carpet by the younger Cassie. The smiling Cassie, sensing victory, applied a devastating headlock-hairpull as she forced the tiring Kaley to the carpet. Cassie, maintaining the dominant position, now began to apply a chock hold on Kaley. Kaley, not used to being in this position, began to squirm around in a desperate attempt to escape her tormentor. The fight was quickly leaving the champ as Cassie continued to apply pressure. Kaley's body went limp as Cassie chocked her out. Cassie jumped up, raised her arms in victory ,and stood over the unconscious Kaley. The crowd cheered Cassie as she paraded around the room as the NEW CHAMPION.
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Very nicely done, al! And we definitely need to see more of Cassie Scerbo around here. :D
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Cassie is a perfect rival for Kaley!!!
Thanks all for keeping this thread active and adding awesome new stories!!!
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Can someone make a Emma Watson Bonnie Wright fight please
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Dianna Argon vs. Hayden Panettiere
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At this point Hayden was solely toying with her rival at this point. Dianna again foolishly challenged her tormenter to yet another match, even though their previous encounters haven’t gone well at all for the snotty Glee star, and unfortunately for her this time was no different. It was clear to everybody that Hayden wasn’t even putting all her effort into the proceedings but the way she figured it that would be a waste of energy. It was no secret to everyone besides the delusional Argon that Hayden completely owned her and this match was just additional evidence of that reality.
Hayden had the completely, and effortlessly, overwhelmed her opponent as she had Dianna upper half flat on her back while holding both her legs up by the ankles. Dianna’s skimpy cheerleading skirt was betrayed by gravity as it fell inside out in her upside down position showing Hayden and the antire audience her bottom clad in just a matching pair of tiny red cotton panties. “Who wants to see how much I can bend my favorite toy to play with?!” Hayden then jokingly asked to the crowd to be met with a resounding cheer in anticipation as Dianna looked up at between her legs with wide eyes of fear and regret. “No…noooo…please..I’m..sorryyy” poor Argon pleaded in vain as Hayden spread her upheld legs while leaning herself forward guiding the spread wide legs over Dianna’s body. Panettiere continued pushing Dianna’s legs way over her own head until she was trapped in unquestionably one of the most humiliating submission holds there is: a spladle.
Dianna was mortified as she was looked down her body and gazed at her own open pussy and spread buttcheeks staring right back at her in just her unfortunate choice of underwear that night; you’d think that given her previous history with Hayden she would have at least wore a little more clothing but alas it was far too late now. She indeed proved to be quite a bendy toy as Hayden had a gleaming smile on her face for this brutal inescapable and equally embarrassing maneuver. As Dianna began to cry and continued to plead for some mercy that she definitely wasn’t going to get, things were about to get even worse for her as Hayden noticed a small hole that tore right in the middle of her panties as a result of the stretching and wasted no time. Argon could only shriek in horror as Hayden reached over her contorted body, stuck a lone pointer finger in the hole to get a grip and proceeded in ripping her panties apart completely to just mere shreds as Dianna’s spread clean shaven pussy and gaping puckering butthole were unveiled before the world.
Cell phone cameras flashed as Hayden, wanting to add a little injury to insult, again reached over Diana’s folded in half body and began raining her hands down on Argon’s spread perky asscheeks for an unconventional spanking. Argon began to flat out weep like a baby at the assault on her prized booty and her exposed womanhood between propped up in total display as eventually all the poor jobber could do was black out in shame and abasement. After one final crisp slap leaving a now defined handprint on Argon’s beet red tush, Hayden climbed up to her feet in familiar triumph as mercifully Dianna’s legs were finally able to collapse back to the mat. Reaching down one last time only to grab Dianna’s ripped apart panties for a little parting gift for herself in yet another squashing of her personal jobber, Panettiere left the ring high fiving fans down the aisle as Argon remained yet again laying in defeat.
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Very nice fight xtra. Love Hayden. I am thinking of doing one with her and kristen bell.
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Very nice fight xtra. Love Hayden. I am thinking of doing one with her and kristen bell.
please do! that's one of my favorite match-ups! I'd personally have the feisty Hayden completely destroy Kristen but no matter who wins I'd love to read your work!
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Very nice fight xtra. Love Hayden. I am thinking of doing one with her and kristen bell.
please do! that's one of my favorite match-ups! I'd personally have the feisty Hayden completely destroy Kristen but no matter who wins I'd love to read your work!
Did you enjoy my Kesha and cobie fight or Keri and Samie?
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Love Hayden as well. A feisty, compact, little firecracker who I can see taking down much larger opponents.
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I could totally see Hayden beating Kristen Bell, Emma Watson, Kristen Stewart but her beating a really tall cupcake like Taylor Swift would be awesome!
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Fantastic story!
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I could totally see Hayden beating Kristen Bell, Emma Watson, Kristen Stewart but her beating a really tall cupcake like Taylor Swift would be awesome!
Agreed. ;D
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There have really been some fantastic posts here lately, and I want to thank everyone who shared them. :D
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Kristen Kreuk
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The two women stood side by side; the blonde's arm was slung over the other's shoulders, while the brunette had her right arm wrapped around her opponent's waist. But this was not a show of bosom bon homie between them. In fact, Kristen was keeping the dazed Sarah upright, as Kreuk was repeatedly slamming her left fist into Gellar's belly. Each blow sunk deep into the blonde's blasted abs, drawing a gasp of breath and a wheezing whine from the victim, Sarah's head lolling from side to side as she struggled to not pass out from the hammering.
Bringing her battering to a conclusion, Kristen next turned herself sideways as she pushed her adversary down backward. Kreuk dropped to one knee, her other leg bent so that the hapless blonde's spine slammed down across it. With her rival draped across her knee, Kreuk's fingers sunk deep into those already mauled ab muscles, squeezing and clawing, and drawing shrieks of agony from Sarah. Every spectator there knew that Gellar was finished, that Kreuk had destroyed her tonight, and that it was just a matter of time before she submitted. Still, Sarah's pride refused to allow it, and thus she had to endure the torture.
Spent and in a stupor, the blonde offered no resistance as her tormentor shoved her off of her knee. Gellar lay moaning face down on the carpet, somewhere deep in the fog bank of her mind trying to fathom some way to turn the battle around. But it was not to be: She gave a small grunt as Kristen pressed a knee into her back, but another scream was soon ripped from her throat as the brunette cruelly fishhooked her fingers into the corners of Sarah's mouth, stretching it hideously wide as Kreuk yanked her rival's head up and back. Gellar's feet kick at the floor as she squirms helplessly, while a smug smirk is fixed upon Kristen's face. She takes a special satisfaction in this, as it was this very hold that Sarah used to force her to submit to in their previous brawl. Now, secure in the certainty of her victory, the brunette purrs, "Anything you can do, bitch, I can do better!"
Bursting into tears, Sarah is forced to silently agree, as she furiously taps at the carpet with her right hand, signaling her surrender.
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Every time someone writes a story involving Sarah Michelle Gellar I keep hoping that she eventually ends up humiliated, stripped to her panties or naked and have her cute little ass spanked but every time I am left disappointed. Would like to see Willow vs Buffy where this happens. Keep hope alive..as they say.
Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Kristen Kreuk
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The two women stood side by side; the blonde's arm was slung over the other's shoulders, while the brunette had her right arm wrapped around her opponent's waist. But this was not a show of bosom bon homie between them. In fact, Kristen was keeping the dazed Sarah upright, as Kreuk was repeatedly slamming her left fist into Gellar's belly. Each blow sunk deep into the blonde's blasted abs, drawing a gasp of breath and a wheezing whine from the victim, Sarah's head lolling from side to side as she struggled to not pass out from the hammering.
Bringing her battering to a conclusion, Kristen next turned herself sideways as she pushed her adversary down backward. Kreuk dropped to one knee, her other leg bent so that the hapless blonde's spine slammed down across it. With her rival draped across her knee, Kreuk's fingers sunk deep into those already mauled ab muscles, squeezing and clawing, and drawing shrieks of agony from Sarah. Every spectator there knew that Gellar was finished, that Kreuk had destroyed her tonight, and that it was just a matter of time before she submitted. Still, Sarah's pride refused to allow it, and thus she had to endure the torture.
Spent and in a stupor, the blonde offered no resistance as her tormentor shoved her off of her knee. Gellar lay moaning face down on the carpet, somewhere deep in the fog bank of her mind trying to fathom some way to turn the battle around. But it was not to be: She gave a small grunt as Kristen pressed a knee into her back, but another scream was soon ripped from her throat as the brunette cruelly fishhooked her fingers into the corners of Sarah's mouth, stretching it hideously wide as Kreuk yanked her rival's head up and back. Gellar's feet kick at the floor as she squirms helplessly, while a smug smirk is fixed upon Kristen's face. She takes a special satisfaction in this, as it was this very hold that Sarah used to force her to submit to in their previous brawl. Now, secure in the certainty of her victory, the brunette purrs, "Anything you can do, bitch, I can do better!"
Bursting into tears, Sarah is forced to silently agree, as she furiously taps at the carpet with her right hand, signaling her surrender.
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Flashback 1998: Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Tiffani Thiessen
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Tiffani grabbed the hem of her opponent's mini-skirt and yanked hard, the motion ripping the fabric from Sarah's body, and causing the already dazed blonde to spin around in a complete circle. Now Gellar was left garbed only in her black thong, while Thiessen, while topless, still had her skirt firmly around her waist. Thus did the brunette triumph in the contest to be the first to strip the other...or at least she did several moments later, when she grabbed her rival's undies and pulled them down over her hips, yanking them down her legs to her ankles. Only half-comprehending what was happening, Sarah tried to stumble away, but she was tripped up by her own thong, and sent crashing down with a groan to the carpeted floor of the Malibu beachhouse that served as their battleground.
Sarah may be the current "It Girl" of celebrity catfighting, but Tiffani had been dominating this fight from the opening minutes. The spectators quietly commented among themselves that no one had ever devastated Gellar in a match this way...much less stripped her nude. Had she wanted, Thiessen could easily have simply now claimed the victory and walked away, and none would deny her. But she wasn't quite finished with her opponent just yet.
Dropping to one knee, Tiffani grabbed Sarah by the hair and pulled her over the brunette's other knee. Her victim in place, Thiessen raised her right arm, and proceeded to rain open palm slaps to her adversary's bare buttocks. The spanking quickly turned the alabaster skin of Gellar's behind a bright red, as Sarah squeaked and yelped with every stinging slap as it cracked across her flesh. Tears welling in her eyes, the blonde sobbed, "No more...please! Stop! I give up!"
But the humiliation didn't stop there. Claiming what she declared was 'Winner's Spoils', Tiffani made the conquered Sarah get to all fours; the brunette then sat on her back and used Gellar's own sweat-soaked thong as a bridle, pulling it between the blonde's teeth to hold as reins, and she proceeded to make the beaten blonde crawl around the room, carrying her tormentor as if she were a beast of burden, and Tiffani was the Queen of the Amazons. Sarah's face flushed as red with fury and humiliation as her battered butt still was, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it...at least on this night.
Finally, physically and emotionally spent, Gellar's limbs gave out and she crashed in a heap to the floor, eyes fluttering shut as she passed out from the strain. Picking up her beaten foe's garments, Tiffani announced that Sarah could try and get them back someday, if she dared.
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...cupcake like Taylor Swift...
I know I'm a member of a HUGE minority, but I can imagine (I've been told I do have a very vivid and inventive imagination) a scenario where Taylor Swift could be put over as decent, if not good, catfighter. She's certainly got the mental toughness to persevere in the cut throat music business, and many very successful "fantasy fighters" have less of a resume than that.
She' got the height, length and reach .... I suspect if she were a D-cup she'd already be considered one of the most devastating catfighters in Free Catfights history ... or maybe that's just my imagination kicking in again!
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...cupcake like Taylor Swift...
I know I'm a member of a HUGE minority, but I can imagine (I've been told I do have a very vivid and inventive imagination) a scenario where Taylor Swift could be put over as decent, if not good, catfighter. She's certainly got the mental toughness to persevere in the cut throat music business, and many very successful "fantasy fighters" have less of a resume than that.
She' got the height, length and reach .... I suspect if she were a D-cup she'd already be considered one of the most devastating catfighters in Free Catfights history ... or maybe that's just my imagination kicking in again!
I don't think you're wrong at all, Ginny. Taylor in real life has proven she's tough, focused and whipsmart, and given how cutthroat the music industry is, she's probably quite adept at being devious as well. And given the fact that so many opponents would underestimate her, I can see her doing quite well in a fight against many potential opponents.
Dismiss her at your peril. ;)
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Flashback 1955: Diana Dors vs Mitzi Gaynor
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"How utterly pathetic you are," the British blonde haughtily sneered as Mitzi sank to her knees with a groan, hands covering her belly as a result of Diana's kneelift. Panting for breath, the American looked up and shot her rival a withering glare, but Dors merely sneered and cracked a backhand slap across the strawberry blonde's cheek. It had been a fairly even contest until now, but in frustration, the Brit began resorting to underhanded tactics, like a rake of her nails across her opponent's eyes, in order to seize the upper hand. And now that she had it, she was inclined to dish some humiliation upon Mitzi before finishing her off.
"Upsy daisy, love," Diana says as she grabs Gaynor by her hair and yanks her back up to her feet, only to then flip her over by her golden mane and send her squealing onto her back. Dropping down to the floor behind her, the imperious Dors decides to bring an end to this battle by using one of dancer Mitzi's own moves against her: Diana applies a figure four headscissors to Gaynor's head, seeking to squeeze her into oblivion. "Now everyone will see what a real pair of legs can do," the blonde purred contemptuously."
This was all too much for Mitzi to stand. Bad enough this British bitch was beating her, but to use her own signature holds on her as well? Oh, hell no! Her fury fires up her adrenaline, and Gaynor proceeds to demonstrate what can be done with a pair of powerful, perfectly sculpted gams. First, she swings her right leg up in an arc, displaying tremendous flexibility and power, as the top of her foot smashes into the crown of Diana's head, momentarily stunning her enough for Mitzi to pry herself loose from the Brit's thighs. Both beauties scramble up to their feet to face one another, and with a growl of anger, Dors throws a kick to her adversary's belly. But this time, Mitzi catches her attacker's foot and holds it, forcing the Brit to bounce up and down on her other leg in order to keep from collapsing to the carpet. But she quickly had other worries, as Gaynor snapped a kick that smashed the ball of her foot into Diana's chin, snapping her head backward violently with a pained grunt.
Releasing her foe's foot, Mitzi starts unleashing kick after kick, landing blows to the hapless Diana's belly, breasts and face, driving her stumbling backward until she is pressed against the wall. Next, she raised her right leg and pressed the arch of her foot firmly against the throat of her adversary, pinning her against the plaster as she chokes her. Dors gurgles and gasps as her hands tug in futility at her attacker's ankle, panic replacing smugness in her watery eyes. Unable to breath and not allowed to collapse, Diana can only squirm helplessly, until at long last her lush body goes limp and her eyes shut. Pulling her foot away, Mitzi watches with no small sense of satisfaction as the English beauty slowly slides down the wall until landing unceremoniously on her posterior, a trickle of drool in the corner of her mouth. Grabbing Dors by the ankles, Gaynor drags her to the center of the room, where she accepts the applause of the elite audience as she places a foot triumphantly upon the heaving chest of her slumbering rival.
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God their thighs were amazing
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Jackflash Jump,
Thank you for sharing so many incredible mini stories with us. You're imagination and creativity are wonderful.
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...cupcake like Taylor Swift...
I know I'm a member of a HUGE minority, but I can imagine (I've been told I do have a very vivid and inventive imagination) a scenario where Taylor Swift could be put over as decent, if not good, catfighter. She's certainly got the mental toughness to persevere in the cut throat music business, and many very successful "fantasy fighters" have less of a resume than that.
She' got the height, length and reach .... I suspect if she were a D-cup she'd already be considered one of the most devastating catfighters in Free Catfights history ... or maybe that's just my imagination kicking in again!
I don't think you're wrong at all, Ginny. Taylor in real life has proven she's tough, focused and whipsmart, and given how cutthroat the music industry is, she's probably quite adept at being devious as well. And given the fact that so many opponents would underestimate her, I can see her doing quite well in a fight against many potential opponents.
Dismiss her at your peril. ;)
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I totally agree. I tend to assign a degree of fighting ability when linked to actual success in their field. Taylor is certainly at or near the top; she has always been a formidable catfighter/apartment wrestler in my eyes.
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I also agree with Swift being a pretty good fighter! She most definitely easily handles the creampuffs and can probably beat some mid-card fighters as well esp if she's in a sour mood.
Anyway here's a short one!
Lucy Hale vs. Jennette McCurdy
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McCurdy was right where she left off after easily disposing of Victoria Justice by a total KO in her previous match. She was facing another arrogant brunette in Lucy Hale which clearly intimate her one bit. Besides of her pre-match cockiness, Lucy’s biggest regret would be the choice of a belly shirt for wrestling attire as Jennette put all energy into pounding Hale's bare belly in every way, shape and form.
After a seemingly endless barrage of fists, elbows, knee, and even driving shoulders, Lucy couldn’t stand up at all and she could just barely even breathe. Jennette was tired of these snotty jobbers coming in and taking her lightly. She had something to prove to the rest of the locker room and poor Lucy’s soft belly proved to be the perfect canvus to illustrate Jennette’s feistiness as a legitimate fighter. At this point it was clear who was the winner as the match had been a total squash, but Jennette needed to put an exclamation point at the end of this strong statement.
Jennette effortlessly held up Lucy on her back across her shoulders in a spectacular torture rack as she strolled around the ring giving every section of the crowd a great view of the devastating display of fresh jobber prey she had slaughtered. The crowd knew what was coming as Jennette stopped in the middle of the ring, flashed an evil grin and shouted in fury before slamming Lucy down across her knee for a brutal backbreaker. Hale’s body was practically snapped in half as it was shockingly folded backwards across McCurdy’s knee. As the crowd gasped in amazement and Lucy barely whimpered out a soft moan in complete pain, Jennette didn’t waste any time as she quickly eyed that already ravished bare belly now sticking straight up in the air practically begging to be ravished one more time. She’d clamp both her hands down on the soft flesh of Lucy’s tummy and began clawing, scratching and stretching away for a frantic and shredding double stomach claw.
Suffice to say that Lucy didn’t last too long before she passed out completely. Jennette was a little disappointed at first by how quickly her victim blacked out, but tonight had still been another rousing success for her young fighting career. She crudely dumped Hale’s carcass off her knee, which landed face down on the mat with a defining thud, and departed the ring high fiving fans as she walked down the ramp hoping that maybe she’d get some serious competition next time.
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...cupcake like Taylor Swift...
I know I'm a member of a HUGE minority, but I can imagine (I've been told I do have a very vivid and inventive imagination) a scenario where Taylor Swift could be put over as decent, if not good, catfighter. She's certainly got the mental toughness to persevere in the cut throat music business, and many very successful "fantasy fighters" have less of a resume than that.
She' got the height, length and reach .... I suspect if she were a D-cup she'd already be considered one of the most devastating catfighters in Free Catfights history ... or maybe that's just my imagination kicking in again!
I tend to agree.
Personally I think that since this is all fantasy every outcome can be plausible, provided that the story is in someway believable (for instance a story in which Natalie Portman outsmarts Serena Williams is "believable", a story in which Natalie Portman overpowers Serena Wiliams is not). So I'm pretty sure that Taylor Swift can be depicted as a good catfighter.
Personally I always thought she was a devil with an angel face and that she had an hidden nasty attitude, so I figured her as one of that kind fighter that, even if not unbeatable, can really give you a bad time.
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Thanks Jackflash!!
Flashback 1998: Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Tiffani Thiessen
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Tiffani grabbed the hem of her opponent's mini-skirt and yanked hard, the motion ripping the fabric from Sarah's body, and causing the already dazed blonde to spin around in a complete circle. Now Gellar was left garbed only in her black thong, while Thiessen, while topless, still had her skirt firmly around her waist. Thus did the brunette triumph in the contest to be the first to strip the other...or at least she did several moments later, when she grabbed her rival's undies and pulled them down over her hips, yanking them down her legs to her ankles. Only half-comprehending what was happening, Sarah tried to stumble away, but she was tripped up by her own thong, and sent crashing down with a groan to the carpeted floor of the Malibu beachhouse that served as their battleground.
Sarah may be the current "It Girl" of celebrity catfighting, but Tiffani had been dominating this fight from the opening minutes. The spectators quietly commented among themselves that no one had ever devastated Gellar in a match this way...much less stripped her nude. Had she wanted, Thiessen could easily have simply now claimed the victory and walked away, and none would deny her. But she wasn't quite finished with her opponent just yet.
Dropping to one knee, Tiffani grabbed Sarah by the hair and pulled her over the brunette's other knee. Her victim in place, Thiessen raised her right arm, and proceeded to rain open palm slaps to her adversary's bare buttocks. The spanking quickly turned the alabaster skin of Gellar's behind a bright red, as Sarah squeaked and yelped with every stinging slap as it cracked across her flesh. Tears welling in her eyes, the blonde sobbed, "No more...please! Stop! I give up!"
But the humiliation didn't stop there. Claiming what she declared was 'Winner's Spoils', Tiffani made the conquered Sarah get to all fours; the brunette then sat on her back and used Gellar's own sweat-soaked thong as a bridle, pulling it between the blonde's teeth to hold as reins, and she proceeded to make the beaten blonde crawl around the room, carrying her tormentor as if she were a beast of burden, and Tiffani was the Queen of the Amazons. Sarah's face flushed as red with fury and humiliation as her battered butt still was, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it...at least on this night.
Finally, physically and emotionally spent, Gellar's limbs gave out and she crashed in a heap to the floor, eyes fluttering shut as she passed out from the strain. Picking up her beaten foe's garments, Tiffani announced that Sarah could try and get them back someday, if she dared.
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...cupcake like Taylor Swift...
I know I'm a member of a HUGE minority, but I can imagine (I've been told I do have a very vivid and inventive imagination) a scenario where Taylor Swift could be put over as decent, if not good, catfighter. She's certainly got the mental toughness to persevere in the cut throat music business, and many very successful "fantasy fighters" have less of a resume than that.
She' got the height, length and reach .... I suspect if she were a D-cup she'd already be considered one of the most devastating catfighters in Free Catfights history ... or maybe that's just my imagination kicking in again!
I tend to agree.
Personally I think that since this is all fantasy every outcome can be plausible, provided that the story is in someway believable (for instance a story in which Natalie Portman outsmarts Serena Williams is "believable", a story in which Natalie Portman overpowers Serena Wiliams is not). So I'm pretty sure that Taylor Swift can be depicted as a good catfighter.
Personally I always thought she was a devil with an angel face and that she had an hidden nasty attitude, so I figured her as one of that kind fighter that, even if not unbeatable, can really give you a bad time.
NOT a tease, just an up-date - in case anyone remembers... back before the "crash" I posted a question about Taylor Swift vs Charlize Theron and "promised" to write a story or two about it ("B-Cup Beatdown" was my working title for a series). I have NOT forgotten, and was working on it when the board up and disappeared for a few weeks.
It's not on the 'back burner' (more like one of the burners in the middle) but I DO (WILL!!!) finish it and post it here on FCF. By way of explanation, my initial chapter - setting the back story - was waay too ambitious and I'm in the process of cutting it down to the essentials to serve a set-up for the series. Once I have part 1 (background) and part 2 done, I'll start thinking if that's enough or do I want to go on.
I will have made that decision before I start posting stuff, so I can assure people I won't leave them hanging with someone's favorite character/villain dangling from a window ledge by their fingertips without resolution. (Therefore saving them from BUMPING that post up every 6-9 months for infinity!!) to ask wha' hoppin'?
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Taylor Swift in a red polka dot bikini, and Lady Gaga in a leopard print bikini were at the same pool party. Lady Gaga had been mouthing catty remarks toward Taylor from the pool for about 10 minutes. Finally Taylor had enough and returned the insults as she rose from her chair. " Why don't you step into the pool bitch and we can give everybody what they want to see, a pool catfight," said Gaga. " My pleasure , you no talent slut, " replied Taylor as she slowly stepped into the pool to confront Lady Gaga. The crowd was cheering as the two locked fingers in waist deep water. For 5 minutes the girls trashed around, stripped each other of their tops and tried to push their opponent under . Finally Taylor got Gaga in a headlock and took her to the bottom of the pool. Gaga managed to slip out of Taylors grasp as the girls came to the surface both trying to catch their breath. The girls climbed out of the pool, went immediately to a grassy area, grabbed each other and began to roll around each trying to land punches to their opponent. It was evident that the crowd was definitely cheering for Taylor as she gained the top position and applied a two fisted hairpull to Gaga. "Finish her Taylor, Finish her Taylor," was the chant from the excited crowd as Swift repeatedly banged Gaga's head off of the ground. Gaga was helpless as Taylor finished her with a series of punches to her face and breasts. Gaga laid their crying as Taylor raised her arms to the cheers of the crowd.
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Someone I haven't seen in this thread at all, or really in the forums is Gal gadot. I mean, she's Wonder Woman. She oughtta have a few fights, eh? Change things up a little.
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Savannah Chrisley seems tailor made for this thread.
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Someone I haven't seen in this thread at all, or really in the forums is Gal gadot. I mean, she's Wonder Woman. She oughtta have a few fights, eh? Change things up a little.
I agree. Tall athletic and in her prime. I definitely can see her doing the finishing as opposed to being finished off. ;)
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Selena Gomez vs. Bella Thorne
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Bella triumphantly mounted atop of her latest victim; this time it was the always losing Selena Gomez who never stood a realistic chance from the moment she herself foolishly challenged the younger yet much stronger Thorne to a Bikini Match for some inexplicable reason. Selena, laying spread eagle on the mat in just her skimpy blue bikini after having been thoroughly and predictably dismantled the entire match, gazed up in horror as she watched Bella sensually crawl over her body to finish the jobber off for good.
But this wouldn’t be just another normal pinfall as Bella of course had to go a little above and beyond in displaying her dominance; even if it was against an ultra creampuff as pathetic and weak as Selena. Gripping both of Selena’s wrists and pinning both her arms to the mat above her head, Bella lowered her perky breasts right smack down on Gomez’s mortified face smothering the pleading jobber into oblivion. If that wasn’t enough, Bella would then expertly swivel her legs around Selena’s down below and push them both apart thereby trapping Gomez in a dazzling breast smother and grapevine pin combo. All poor Selena could do was helplessly muffle with her face trapped under Bella’s overwhelming boobs as her feeble attempts at squirming underneath her torturer while trapped in this humiliating pinfall only served to put a bigger smile on the face of Bella as she loved the feeling of effortlessly squashing yet another older wimp who thought for a second they stood a chance against her.
Selena could only writhe so much before her spirit and toughness, both virtually non-existent to begin with, finally gave out as she slipped into a state of deep unconsciousness underneath that pair of all-encompassing breasts and with her legs spread showing the entire world, unwillingly of course, her crotch peeking out from between her tiny bikini bottoms. The ref called for the bell and Bella climbed off her flattened carcass before capping off her win by delicately placing her foot right on Selena’s zonked out and sweaty face for a splendid victory pose.
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Like to see Selena win for once
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That was an amazing story what about Bella Thorne vs Emma Watson
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Spectacular work, Xtra! :D
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Marvel vs DC.
Blonde vs brunette.
Short and thick vs tall and thin.
Tits vs legs.
Scarlett Johansson vs Gal Gadot
It was a match made in heaven. And it was clear from the start that the two warriors came into the fight with a clear gameplan, but it was Scarlett that employed hers more effectively. The blonde got in close to Gal and punished the slender brunette's slim midsection with short, but powerful strikes that had the brunette exhaling sharply after each blow. Finding herself on the defensive early, Gadot tried to use her superior reach swing looping fists and front kicks toward her foe, but with Scarlett so close to her, Gal's strikes either missed completely or had very little power behind them.
After a few minutes of working over the brunette's midsection, Johansson put the starting motions of her finishing move into action. "...like mowing down an overgrown weed." The blonde grunted before bending at the waist and driving her shoulder into Gal's stomach, slamming Gadot down to her back, forcing any oxygen that remained in her lungs past her lips in a pained exhale.
At least, that was Scarlett's intent, but Gal had rightfully exepected the blonde to try and get her on her back where the 'Black Widow' would surely attempt to lock in her signature tit-smother to end the fight. Being prepared for this exact scenario, Gadot enacts her well-trained counter for this move. Just before her back makes impact with the floor, the 'Wonder Woman' actress twists herself round the blonde's body, leaving Johansson to crash tits-first into the floor.
Winding up sitting on the blonde's lower back, Gal smiles smugly to herself before leaning forward and grasping Marvel's leading lady's biceps. "More like squashing an annoying bug... HA! like a little spider!" Gadot laughs at her slight toward her rival. With a grunt, she yanks back on Scarlett's arms to force the other woman's upper body off of the floor so she could wrap her lethal thighs round the blonde's soft midsection just below her tits. Scarlett's eyes went wide as saucers when she felt Gal's legs crush her ribs in from the sides, a pathetic gasp of breath wheezed out from between lips as Johansson struggled to breathe. Unable to inhale any oxygen, Johansson's eyes squeeze shut and her forearms flail out in front of her while still restrained in Gadot's grasp. Before long the blonde's face matches the color of her namesake and tears start to leak from the corner of her eyes and run down her cheeks, too proud to tap out.
"You're finished, Widow." Gal says arrogantly as she pulses her thighs, bringing a sob of pain from the helpless blonde. "Give up before I break you in half." DC's lead woman grunts in exertion while trying to squeeze the blonde's midsection into nothingness. Frustrated at Johansson's stupidly refusing to submit, Gadot lets go of the blonde's arms only to wrap her left arm around Scarlett's throat, pulling back on her left wrist with her right hand to ensure that her hold is as secure as possible. The choking noises coming from Johansson's mouth combined with the drool dripping from the corner of her mouth let Gadot know that she's seconds away from victory. Feeling the blonde's body shudder and seeing her eyes roll into the back of her head is all she needs to know that she's the winner of this fight and she releases her foe to let Johansson's upper body slump down to the floor with a meaty 'thwap'.
Elated at her victory, Gal stands up and raises her hands high above her head while camera flashes explode around her from every direction. Almost satisfied, she looks down at the slumbering blonde and uses her foot to roll Johansson onto her back so everyone can get a good look at her unconscious rival. "Let this be a lesson to you all; legs," she says with emphasis as she places her foot atop Scarlett's right tit. "...beat tits every time!"
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that was a dream match
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Entertaining story and believable outcome. A tall leggy athletic girl like Gal would be tough to beat. ;)
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...cupcake like Taylor Swift...
I know I'm a member of a HUGE minority, but I can imagine (I've been told I do have a very vivid and inventive imagination) a scenario where Taylor Swift could be put over as decent, if not good, catfighter. She's certainly got the mental toughness to persevere in the cut throat music business, and many very successful "fantasy fighters" have less of a resume than that.
She' got the height, length and reach .... I suspect if she were a D-cup she'd already be considered one of the most devastating catfighters in Free Catfights history ... or maybe that's just my imagination kicking in again!
I don't think you're wrong at all, Ginny. Taylor in real life has proven she's tough, focused and whipsmart, and given how cutthroat the music industry is, she's probably quite adept at being devious as well. And given the fact that so many opponents would underestimate her, I can see her doing quite well in a fight against many potential opponents.
Dismiss her at your peril. ;)
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I totally agree. I tend to assign a degree of fighting ability when linked to actual success in their field. Taylor is certainly at or near the top; she has always been a formidable catfighter/apartment wrestler in my eyes.
^This
I'd just like to take a moment to agree with all of the above and join what I hope will eventually be a majority of catfighting fans. While success in their respective field doesn't always translate to success in catfighting, there is a pretty natural correlation. You don't get to the top of your field without being competitive and dangerous - which makes her one of the best. When it comes to music, Taylor is on top and if you underestimate her, she'll be on top in a catfight bout too. I don't have any doubt about that and anybody who does, hopefully they'll come around as she just keeps on winning! ;)
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well said
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Jackflash Jump,
Thank you for sharing so many incredible mini stories with us. You're imagination and creativity are wonderful.
I absolutely agree. Jackflash should get a TON of credit for all of the incredible short stories he has contributed over the years, with his Quick Shots, which I feel these are an extension of and this is definitely my favorite thread on the Citadel. :P
But, of course, I also want to give a lot of credit to some of the other writers who keep contributing to the thread recently such as Xtra164, 890 and Al too, who are keeping this thread active and busy! There have been some stellar stories by them lately and this thread is just too amazing to be carried by just one writer, no matter how great Jackflash, so seeing other people take that baton and freaking run with it to create some thrilling stories of their own are just fantastic. If I've missed anybody, I apologize, but thank you and I'll definitely keep following this thread as much as I can!
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I'd like to see Taylor fight Alesha Dixon.
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thanks for the shoutout Lookout! but yeah all credit goes to Jack he created this great thread that has inspired myself and obviously others to start cooking up these tiny tales of catfighting goodness :D speaking of here's another one!
Emily Ratajkowski vs. Kate Upton
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Emily’s unconventional choice of wrestling attire giveth and taketh away it turned out. While it certinaly gave her most of the eyes in the room, at least until her opponent entered the fray, the scandalous chain-link bra and panties would soon prove to be quite detrimental to her health and well-being tonight. It didn’t help matters that she was facing the notoriously vicious Kate Upton who’s face lit up with sinister glee as soon as she saw Emily’s unorthodox outfit. Upton instantly had ideas and visions of using them against Ratajkowski in the worst of ways and boy did she ever succeed!
It wasn’t before long before those chain panties were savagely ripped from Emily’s perfect body as Kate had little difficult overpowering her overwhelmed rival. After a particularly painful whipping with the panties as she held the poor crying and pleading Emily bent over inbetween the ring ropes, Kate had already gotten what the match required in getting a verbal submission out of her latest victim but her fun still wasn’t over. A deranged smile crept across as Kate’s face as she mounted the horrified Emily now sprawled out on her stomach, wrapped the panties around her neck and yanked back with all her might. Emily’s head, neck and even her upper body were forced up off the mat and far back from Upton’s relentless choking. Kate even toyed with her prey, subtly loosening the chokehold when she felt like Emily was close to passing out only to then reaffirm her grip on the chains once Emily then got a little bit of hope to maybe break out of this.
After a lot of squirming, gurgling and squealing Kate finally had enough enjoyment and would yank Emily's entire upper half back by the neck for one last brutal flexing of power before Emily’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue hung out her agape mouth in unconsciousness. Upton crudely shoved Emily face down on the mat once she felt her prey go fully limp and finally she was satisfied with the damage done. Adding some insult to injury, Kate took Emily’s specialty panties with her to the back as a prize for another fellow model thoroughly squashed. As for the stripped and choked out Emily, you can bet that she'd probably stick to conventional fabric clothing from now on.
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Kaley was itching to get another shot at Cassie, after Cassie upset her to take away her Hollywood Catfighting Championship ( see previous story) . About a 100 invited guests were there to witness the rematch at the exquisite mansion. The preliminary bout was a catfight between Emily Osmont and Miley Cyrus which Emily won. The crowd was treated to a bonus when a fight broke out between Madonna and Heather Locklear before the main event. The woman were allowed to fight it out, and Heather gave Madonna a good working over before Madonna quit. Needless to say the crowd was in a frenzy as Cassie and Kaley entered the fight area. They were to box topless, 2 minute rounds, until a knockout. The girls traded punches for 7 rounds with each girl knocking their opponent down twice, yet neither fighter could mount an offensive to finish her rival. Round 8 began with both woman visibly winded and arm weary. The woman sensed that this round would tell the tale as they, as by some unspoken agreement, stood toe to toe , breast to breast, and took punches from each other. No defense or dancing around, first Kaley landed a right to Cassie's head, Cassie followed with a right to Kaley's head. Kaley landed a punch to Cassie's breast, Cassie followed suit. The exhausted fighters grabbed each other and Kaley calling on years of experience pushed Cassie away and landed a devastating blow to Cassie's stomach. Cassie fell to the ground unable to move. It was over, Kaley had gained her revenge, and reclaimed her title, but she realized it used to be a lot easier.
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Aww, you guys are making me blush! ::)
I'd be lying if I said I didn't love to receive compliments like these. But what thrills me even more is that my little thread here has inspired so many others to contribute such great work. And I just realized that we passed the one year mark of this thread a week or so back. I think that calls for a celebration, don't you? ;D
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Jessica Simpson vs Courtney Stodden
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Each chop of the edge of Courtney's hand to Jessica's check cracked resoundingly through the penthouse, sweat flying from Simpson's reddening skin as she grunted with every blow. With every impact also, the blonde's breasts danced wildly in the cups of her bra, threatening to pop out as she was driven backward by the barrage.
But nearly as bad as the painful judo chops were was the braying voice of her tormentor, with that husky chuckle. It burned in Jessica's ears, and she longer to clamp her hands around Stodden's throat and choke her into silence. Unfortunately, it was all that the exhausted Simpson could do to not collapse in exhaustion to the carpet, so hopes of a counter-attack were fanciful, at best.
Simpson's retreat is abruptly halted as her back presses up against the wall. Now Courtney really goes to town, unleashing a flurry of chops that do succeed in liberating Jessica's battered 32D's from their fabric harness. Finally halting her attack, panting hard from the exertion, Stodden grabs her opponent's hair, pulls her head forward a bit, and then slams the back of Jessica's skull into the wall, leaving Simpson glassy-eyed and moaning.
The spectators were astounding by the violent tableau unfolding before them. Courtney was a relative newcomer to celebrity catfighting, while Jessica was a long-established fighter. Stodden wasn't expected to give her more experienced adversary too much trouble, but she shocked everyone, most of all Jessica, by very nearly dominating the match. Try as she might, Simpson was unable to hold control for long, as Courtney brilliantly countered her moves and overwhelmed Jess with her relentless offensives. Now, the younger fighter was ready to ring down the curtain on this battle, and establish herself as the new rising force in the elite fighting club.
With Jessica still dazed and leaning upright against the wall, Courtney sauntered over to the opposite side of the room, giving her hips plenty of swish so as to make clear her complete confidence. Reaching the far end of the room, she slips off her bikini halter, unleashing her own 32D's. With a wicked half-smirk on her face, she suddenly charges across the length of the room; as she draws within a few feet of the stunned Simpson, Stodden leaps up, delivering an aerial bodysplash to her helpless target. Jessica is caught between the proverbial two boulders and a hard place as Courtney's 'girls' slam like twin wrecking balls into Simpson's own; Jess gives a loud gasp of anguish, but as Courtney steps aside, she does not fall. Eyes vacant, the blonde stumbles forward drunkenly a few steps, then sinks to her knees with a whining moan. Stepping behind her kneeling opponent, Courtney yanked Jessica's head back and leaned down, teardropping her breasts over the upturned face of her rival, the sweat that soaked the skin of both women helping to form a seal that keeps air out. Simpson gives a muffled grunt and her arms flail a bit, but quickly enough her arms go limp. Stodden releases her foe, and Simpson slumps forward, battered and smothered into complete unconsciousness.
With her foot, Courtney pushes Jessica over onto her back, then plants that foot on the heaving chest of the beaten battler while Stodden raises her arms in triumph, beaming a smile and guffawing a laugh of victory.
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FLASHBACK 2004: Trina Echolls vs. Kathryn Merteuil
(Here’s a first for me, I think…a Flashback and an in-character match! Kathryn was played by Sarah Michelle Gellar in Cruel Intentions, and Trina was played by Alyson Hannlgan on Veronica Mars. This was written as a result of a suggestion from one of the other folks here.)
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It had been a spectacular apartment house battle between the two; trust fund baby Kathryn versus Trina, daughter of a Hollywood star and aspiring starlet herself. The spectators were awe-struck as the two self-centered beauties fought savagely and mercilessly.
The tide had finally turned in redheaded Trina’s favor after a bit of duplicity on her part. As Kathryn tightened a rear naked choke on her, Trina suddenly slumped, her eyes fluttering shut. Confident she had KO’d her rival, brunette Kathryn sneeringly released her hold…and an instant later, the possum-playing Trina sprang back to life and drove a fist with all of her remaining might straight up into her adversary’s groin! Kathryn’s eyes crossed as she let out a high-pitched wail of agony, her hands clutching her womanhood as she sank to her knees. Her opponent now reeling in anguish, Trina had little trouble disposing of her, finishing the haughty heiress off with a humiliating facesit, giddily grinding her ass down over the brunette's porcelain features.
But Trina was not done humbling her rival just yet. She stripped Kathryn of her bra and panties, and draped the nude battler on her belly over the redhead’s knee. Trina then delivered a blistering spanking, the crack of her open palm turning the alabaster skin of Kathryn’s pert butt a glowing read, even as it shocked her out of her stupor. Tears streamed down the embattled beauty’s face as her spirit broke and she began blubbering for mercy. But Trina continued her spanking, until finally the pain drove Kathryn back into semi-consciousness.
Yet one last humiliation awaited her. Trina chose a leather winged-back chair as her “throne” for the remainder of the evening, and laid the limp body of her adversary backward over the ottoman. The redhead then took the naked Kathryn’s own discarded bra and panties and used them to tether her wrists and ankles to the legs of the ottoman, keeping her bound and helpless as the victorious redhead sat in the chair, sipped from a glass of champagne, and propped her feet up brazenly upon the torso of her beaten, bawling rival.
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I need to watch VM again, I don't even remember Hanxxxxn being on the show at all.
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I need to watch VM again, I don't even remember Hanxxxxn being on the show at all.
She was just in a couple of episodes in Season 1, and a single episode of Season 2, but they were very memorable appearances (including one where she got to talk smack to fellow guest star Charisma Carpenter). :)
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v.m.?
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v.m.?
Veronica Mars
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thanks
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Anyone feel like including Maitland Ward in a story? I'm honestly surprised she's gone this long without being included.
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...cupcake like Taylor Swift...
I know I'm a member of a HUGE minority, but I can imagine (I've been told I do have a very vivid and inventive imagination) a scenario where Taylor Swift could be put over as decent, if not good, catfighter. She's certainly got the mental toughness to persevere in the cut throat music business, and many very successful "fantasy fighters" have less of a resume than that.
She' got the height, length and reach .... I suspect if she were a D-cup she'd already be considered one of the most devastating catfighters in Free Catfights history ... or maybe that's just my imagination kicking in again!
I tend to agree.
Personally I think that since this is all fantasy every outcome can be plausible, provided that the story is in someway believable (for instance a story in which Natalie Portman outsmarts Serena Williams is "believable", a story in which Natalie Portman overpowers Serena Wiliams is not). So I'm pretty sure that Taylor Swift can be depicted as a good catfighter.
Personally I always thought she was a devil with an angel face and that she had an hidden nasty attitude, so I figured her as one of that kind fighter that, even if not unbeatable, can really give you a bad time.
NOT a tease, just an up-date - in case anyone remembers... back before the "crash" I posted a question about Taylor Swift vs Charlize Theron and "promised" to write a story or two about it ("B-Cup Beatdown" was my working title for a series). I have NOT forgotten, and was working on it when the board up and disappeared for a few weeks.
It's not on the 'back burner' (more like one of the burners in the middle) but I DO (WILL!!!) finish it and post it here on FCF. By way of explanation, my initial chapter - setting the back story - was waay too ambitious and I'm in the process of cutting it down to the essentials to serve a set-up for the series. Once I have part 1 (background) and part 2 done, I'll start thinking if that's enough or do I want to go on.
I will have made that decision before I start posting stuff, so I can assure people I won't leave them hanging with someone's favorite character/villain dangling from a window ledge by their fingertips without resolution. (Therefore saving them from BUMPING that post up every 6-9 months for infinity!!) to ask wha' hoppin'?
woohoo can't wait for this!
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How about Lana Parrilla vs Laura Prepon.
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Maitland Ward: Meh.
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Penelope Cruz vs Milla Jovovich
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One of the many flaws of “Zoolander 2” was the missed opportunity of showing a good catfight scene between Penelope Cruz and Milla Jovovich; so it wasn’t a surprise that a group of wealthy patrons was more than willing to pay good money to see a fight between the two actresses.
And they were not disappointed.
The two bikini clad vixens fought for more than thirty minutes, with the tide of battle swinging equally between them. But in the end Milla’s superior stamina proved the key factor, as the ukranian beauty was able to lock Penelope in a grapevine pin.
Penelope struggled to break free, but the fight had already drained all her energies and her movements were becoming more and more feeble.
“Ready to give up honey?” asked Milla.
“No!”
“Ok, let’s do this the hard way then…”
Milla used her left hand to pin both of Penelope’s wrists over her head, slided her right hand under her opponents panties and then applied a vicious crotch claw that made Penelope scream in agony.
“Stop! Stop! I give up!” screamed Penelope.
Milla gave a last squeeze and groggily but triumphantly rose to her feet, striking a victory pose with her foot on her opponent face.
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Ke$ha vs. Carly Rae Jepsen
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Carly eyes were wide with horror as she felt a hand clasp around her neck. Here she was barely able to stand upright on wobbly legs, clad in just a pair of dainty white bra and panties after being easily stripped of her leather jacket, shirt underneath and floral pattern leggings, as the evil Ke$ha prepared for her finishing move.
Shouting an arena shaking, glass shattering battle cry, Ke$ha hoisted Carly up and slammed her down to the mat all the strength she could muster for an absolutely devastating chokeslam. The move was so devastating in fact that Jepsen’s body actually fell THRU the mat. The audience gasped in equal parts shock and amazement at the carnage they witnessed below. Poor Carly, who was obviously blacked out by this point, was chokeslammed thru the mat with such force that her body was completely folded in half from sinking into the opening upon impact so that only some of her wavy brown hair, her flimsy wrists, hands and sticking up feet still wearing her cute pair of athletic sneakers were visible from above as a result of her legs being folded up against her own body from being slammed down thru and into the mat.
Needless to say that the ref, who also stood in complete shock at what just transpired, didn’t even have to officially call the match over as Ke$ha confidently strutted out of the ring and down the ramp having successfully demolished another jobber without breaking a sweat while a team of paramedics rushed by her down the ramp to go and cart away the poor demolished Carly.
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HOLLYWOOD WRESTLING ALLIANCE: SUNDAY NIGHT SLAMMERS!
CHARLIZE THERON vs MARY ELIZABETH WINSTEAD
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“NGGGHHHHHH!” The brunette grunted sharply as her right knee was agonizingly torqued. This as a rule signaled the beginning of the end for Charlize Theron’s opponents, as the blonde legend’s ‘Afrikaner Lock’ figure four was considered one of the most devastating in all of wrestling.
But Mary Elizabeth Winstead wasn’t about to go down without a fight. She had managed to battle her more experienced opponent essentially to a draw for most of the match, and deep down she still believed she could turn this fight around.
And she means that literally. Calling upon all of her remaining power, Mary starts to rock from side to side, building momentum as she does her level best to block out the pain to her entrapped joint. Finally, despite Theron’s best efforts to thwart her, Winstead is able to roll herself over onto her stomach…and, thanks to their legs being entwined, Charlize is likewise flipped over. The significance of this is that by this 180 degree difference, the pressure in their legs is reversed, and now it is the blonde who howls in pain as her knee bears the brunt of the crippling hold.
Charlize attempts to flip the pair back over, but Elizabeth is able to hold them in place. Sweat beating on her brow, the blonde grits her teeth and hisses with every breath. This wasn’t supposed to happen…Winstead was supposed to be an easy match, barely a challenge for the veteran. Maybe Theron simply underestimated her opponent too much, and underperformed as a result; even the most experienced fighter can have a bad night, after all. Or maybe Mary was simply a much better wrestler than Charlize had credited her as. Whatever the case, there was no denying that the brunette was most definitely in control of this battle.
She held out as long as she could, but ultimately Charlize began slapping her palm furiously to the canvas, signaling her submission, a look of fury on her face that betrayed her disappointment in herself. So tensed were the muscles of their legs, the referee had to help the two untie their long limbs from one another, and both were limping heavily as they left the ring, although Winstead was boasting the wide smile of the victrix.
ABIGAIL BRESLIN vs. ARIEL WINTER
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Ariel groaned as pain throbbed in her spine. Although padded, the steel turnbuckle still did its damage as she was Irish whipped into the corner. Only her arms slung over the top ropes kept her buckling knees from dropping her to the mat. Sweat stung her eyes as pain dazed her. She shook her head to clear her vision, her eyelids blinking rapidly as her eyes came into focus.
And then those eyes went wide with panic.
Barreling toward her, a malicious leer upon her face, was her blonde rival. As she neared her target, Abigail leapt up, the full weight of her curvaceous frame smashing into Winter. The brunette gave a loud, sharp grunt from the impact, the air punched from her lungs as Breslin’s breasts wrecking balled into hers.
Smirking, Breslin stepped back and to the side. Glassy-eyed, Winter took a few unsteady steps out of the corner…and then pitched forward, landing flat on her face with a moan. Pushing her opponent over with a shove of her boot, the smiling blonde then plants that boot atop the heaving chest of Ariel and flexed her arms in a victory pose as the referee counter ONE…TWO…THREE!
ANNA KENDRICK vs KATE UPTON
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Billed as the ‘David and Goliath Match’ of the year, few gave Kendrick any hope of lasting more than five minutes against Upton. After all, what good would her high flying tactics be against an opponent for whom she gives up ten inches of height and 45 pounds in weight? Oh, she’s get a few good moves in, certainly, but then Kate would inevitably demolish her as a cat disposes of a mouse.
Twenty minutes into the match, and the fans had long since written off Anna’s chances of defeat! Indeed, things weren't looking well for the supposedly 'invincible' Upton.
Using her superior speed and agility, Kendrick had time and again eluded her adversary’s clutches, while systematically jabbing away with kicks and chops that wore the big blonde down. While there wasn’t much wrestling in this wrestling match, the fans were still enthralled by how Anna managed to foil and frustrate Kate time and again, leaving Upton seething with anger and panting hard for breath.
And now, the tiny tussler was making her move. Leaping onto Upton’s back, Anna tightened a combination rear naked choke and sleeperhold on her Amazonian adversary. Kate’s arms windmilled as she gasped for breath, her eyes glazing over as her eyelids became drowsy slits. Slowly, Upton sank to one knee, then keened over to the mat, Kendrick still tightly keeping her hold in place. The ref raised Upton’s right arm up, let it go and watched it drop limply. He repeated this twice, then thrice, and then called for the bell, declaring a TKO.
KALEY COUCO vs KAT DENNINGS: INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH
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As the brunette rebounded off of the ropes and rushed back toward her, Kaley bent forward at the waist, preparing to deliver Kat up and over to the mat with a flip. But Dennings instead manages to leapfrog over the blonde. Confounded, Cuoco stands upright and spins around…only to be met with a boot to the belly that doubles her over again with a whoosh of air from her lungs.
Moving as swiftly as her tired, pain-wracked body will allow, Kat is still quick enough to wrap her right arm about her rival’s neck, and an instant later she executes a DDT, the crown of Kaley’s head spiking into the mat.
With a dazed moan, Cuoco rolls over onto her back, and the brunette hooks one of her legs for the pin…making certain to get a good handful of the blonde’s tights, which proves crucial in thwarting Kaley’s efforts to kick out. One three count later, and the HWA has a new Intercontinental Champ!
Insolently, Kat pecks a kiss on Kaley's forehead and sneers, "Toldja I'd do whatever it took to win, bitch!"
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I've adored this thread for a while, but not sure exactly how requests work...
I'd love to see a bit of Stana Katic, Keira Knightley, and/or Mandy Moore playing the jobber role in a brutal pro or MMA match!!
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Kendrick beating Upton was amazing. I would love to see this kind of fight of David beating Goliath
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I would love to see this kind of fight of David beating Goliath
Stana Katic, Keira Knightley
Throw in Karley Rae Jepson and Michelle Trachtenberg and have that 4 woman team take on Charlize Theron and Yvonne Strahovski in a special rules, falls count anywhere, all team members must be pinned/submit match! Imagine the possible 2:1 attacks the 4 woman team could mount! Imagine the "ease"(?) with which the 'better' fighters could thwart them! Then it all comes down to the last 3-2 minutes before curfew.
The 4 woman team is desperate... no one gave them a chance, yet they're still 'alive!
The 2 woman team is desperate too... everyone expected them to roll easily, yet the four have managed to hang around!
Which team will make a crucial mistake that costs them the match?
(OK writers, don't just sit there......)
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I would love to see this kind of fight of David beating Goliath
Stana Katic, Keira Knightley
Throw in Karley Rae Jepson and Michelle Trachtenberg and have that 4 woman team take on Charlize Theron and Yvonne Strahovski in a special rules, falls count anywhere, all team members must be pinned/submit match! Imagine the possible 2:1 attacks the 4 woman team could mount! Imagine the "ease"(?) with which the 'better' fighters could thwart them! Then it all comes down to the last 3-2 minutes before curfew.
The 4 woman team is desperate... no one gave them a chance, yet they're still 'alive!
The 2 woman team is desperate too... everyone expected them to roll easily, yet the four have managed to hang around!
Which team will make a crucial mistake that costs them the match?
(OK writers, don't just sit there......)
I like the idea, but already busy with these two :)
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Olivia Holt vs Zendaya
Olivia Holt wobbled around on her weakened legs as her eyes flickered open and shut nearly unconscious and totally dazed. Her body ready to collapse back down to the floor of her dressing room if it was not for Zendaya holding her up. Just like most other Disney stars past and present, these two had a long standing rivalry and the hatred between the two had boiled into a full-fledged war in the dressing room the two were forced to share for the day.
Holt gave it everything she had and then some in their encounter, but it was still not enough for her to overcome Zendaya’s healthy height advantage. And now the blonde found herself out of energy and incapable of stopping her brunette rival. Zendaya wrapped her arms around Olivia’s waist and pulled her in close so the two young women were chest to chest and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to give you one final lesson about why you don’t mess with me!”
Having a seat on the couch, Zendaya then yanked Holt downward so the blonde was now lying belly first on top of her lap. “Now, I don’t see a reason you will be needing these any longer.” Zendaya’s eyes were looking down at Olivia’s black shorts and decided that it was time for them to go. Holt tried to kick and wriggle free, but Zendaya was able to thwart any of Holt’s chances of escaping with a few well-placed elbows into the blonde’s ribs. Zendaya was then able to easily slip Olivia’s short down her legs and reveal Holt’s cute little butt cheeks.
The first slap from Zendaya was accompanied by a high pitched scream from Olivia’s mouth. A little unsatisfied, Zendaya grabbed a handful of Olivia’s hair with her left hand and pulled Holt’s head up and gave her an even harder spank which made Olivia scream even louder. “Much better!” Zendaya giggled before starting to alternate rapid spanks from one cheek to the other with as much force as her arm could create. The blonde’s screams slowly began to turn into whimpers as Zendaya was unrelenting in her spanking leaving her hand imprinted on each of Holt’s butt cheeks.
Poor Olivia’s face was covered in tears and her ass was beat red, then after two full minutes of constant spanking she began to scream out, “I’ve learned my lesson!!!!” Zendaya was overjoyed at the sound of her rival’s admission and gave Holt one last spank to each cheek before shoving Holt off of her lap and back down to the floor where Holt immediately curled up massaging her backside. “This is my dressing room now sweetie!” Zendaya had gotten her point across and it was now time to take out the trash as she drug Olivia across the floor and kicked her out of the room before locking the door leaving Holt out in the hallway for all passersby to see the blonde crying in the hallway.
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Excellent work, iamrodgers! Zendaya is one of my favorites. :)
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fantastic work iamrodgers, Olivia is such a creampuff and her being put away via a spanking over the knee is so fitting!
Ariana Grande vs. Kelli Berglund
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Ariana Grande was throwing a major temper tantrum in her schoolgirl-like attire. Comically jumping and down and pounding her fists on the mat, Ariana was furious at her inability to put away Kelli Berglund. Even after a devious low blow that knocked the wind out of Kelli while the referee was turned around distracted, Ariana still couldn’t get her down for the 3 count. The huffing and puffing Grande would force a shaky legged Kelli back up to her feet to attempt a pretty basic bodyslam, she didn’t really have a finishing move seeing as she was almost never in the very position to even have one, before her bratty and bitter attitude would come back to bite her.
Either Kelli was playing possum or Ariana’s previous temper tantrum gave her enough time to recover for one little last burst of energy, but she would catch both Grande and the entire audience off guard as she suddenly shifted the balance of power wrapping her arm around Ariana’s head before she could scoop Kelli up. All Ariana could do was meekly squeal as she felt her head being wrapped up before it was driven face down to the mat for a blindsiding DDT that laid her flat on her stomach like a pancake. While it wasn’t a particularly hard-hitting DDT, it was definitely effective enough against somebody as weak as Ariana especially given how much she was caught off guard by the move. Kelli, ecstatic that she had actually landed a successful maneuver, quickly flipped the already groaning signer over on her back and laid across her body hooking one of her legs for a pinfall. Kelli literally bounced with excitement as she yanked Ariana’s leg as high and far back as she possibly could wanting so bad to get the 3 count. Ariana’s skimpy plaid skirt offered little in the way of modesty to begin with but it was even more revealing with one of her legs spread way high and yanked further back in the air while her other leg remained flat on the mat as the entire arena got a great view of her wide open crotch and spread buttcheeks practically bulging out of her dainty white panties.
The crowd, clearly on Kelli’s side especially following Ariana’s immature and childish display of frustration earlier, counted in unison with the referee as he began the pin count. Ariana could feel her leg being spread high and back but all she could do was weakly turn her head from side to side and moan as she was both stunned and humiliated at being defeated by a younger and more inexperienced jobber. All it took was a textbook DDT to put the pitiful Ariana away. She shamefully seemed to just accept yet another pathetic defeat not even giving the slightest bit of resistance with her leg spread so far back she was gazing at her own foot in the air above her head. Even Kelli was surprised at Ariana’s seemingly total acceptance of being put on display like this. It felt like forever for the younger upstart as the ref would finally slap his hand to the mat for a third time officially scoring the pinfall victory over Ariana. Kelli tossed Ariana’s leg back down on the mat before she skipped up and down to her feet giddy about a rare victory.
As with every jobber who finally scores a win against another unfortunate career loser, Kelli wanted a souvenir! She would get not one but two as she proceeded to bend down and yank Ariana’s tight grey belly shirt up her body over her face and passed her arms stripping it completely off her as poor Grande squealed in embarrassment as she moved both hands up to cover her breasts covered only by a lacy white bra. She’d tried squirming out of the ring on her hands and knees but not before Kelli would catch up to her, grip the waistband of her schoolgirl skirt and shimmy it down and off her kicking legs leaving Ariana clad in just her bra and panties! Ariana face turned bright red and she let out another high-pitched squeal as she quickly rolled out of the ring and scurried up the ramp to the back poorly attempting to cover up her exposed body holding one arm across her breasts and using her other hand to cover up her cute jiggling butt. Kelli pointed and laughed at the sight of her humbled opponent running away as she raised her hands up high in the air still holding both Ariana’s shirt in one hand and her skirt in the other hand before giddily skipping out of the ring.
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Katy and Carrie were rolling around in the white sand of the resort beach where they both were vacationing. Scratching, slapping and clawing each other as the two topless singers struggled to defeat and humiliate their opponent. As the other vacationers gathered around cheering and shouting encouragement to their favorite , the fighters were locked in a "fight to the finish" as they battled near the waters edge. Carrie was sporting huge scratch marks on her face where Katy had raked her nails deeply into Carrie. Katy was hurting from the scratches that Carrie administered extending from Katy's underarm down to and across her breast. Now as they went into the water the girls struggled to gain an advantage. The fighters were ln knee deep water when Katy got Carrie in a headlock and brought her down into the breaking surf. Holding Carrie's head under the water Katy continued to apply pressure to the devastating hold. Carrie's body was going limp as she unsuccessfully struggled to escape. Realizing Carrie was "finished" , Katy broke the hold and drug the near unconscious Carrie to the beach where she removed Carrie's bikini bottoms and tossed them into the cheering crowd. Katy stood over the defeated Carrie for a few seconds, then jumped on top of Carrie scratching and mauling her breasts until she was finally pulled off her defeated, humiliated foe.
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FLASHBACK MATCH- Jennifer Love Hewitt vs. Sarah Michelle Gellar: Paddle on a Pole Match
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Jennifer Love Hewitt was absolutely livid. She had just been rolled up from behind with her tight tush high in the air as her kicking and screaming did nothing to deter her adversary, long-time rival Sarah Michelle Gellar, from peeling her skin-tight black leather pants down and completely off her legs. While Sarah had still remained fully clothed up to this point, Jennifer was now left in just her skimpy pair of black lace bra and panties as things certainty weren’t looking good for her with that spanking paddle hanging over the turnbuckle ready to be put to some use.
Fuming with frustrating and embarrassment at how dominated she'd been throughout by her arch rival, she’d been stripped of all her clothing while she couldn’t get a single thing off Sarah, Jennifer quickly scurried over behind her celebratory opponent ambushing her from behind as the crowd rained boos on the bitter brunette. Jennifer savagely punched and kicked her long time foe before confidently strutting towards the turnbuckle and climbing up it to retrieve the spanking paddle as plenty of fans snapped pictures on their phones off Jennifer standing tall atop the ring corner almost naked with her voluptuous breasts and plump asscheecks bulging out of her scandalous underwear. Hewitt, with paddle in hand, took her time in walking up behind a just kneeling up and still hurting Sarah before bending over to grip her hair and whisper into her ear “It’s payback time, bit..” but before she could finish her promise, Sarah swiftly drove her elbow back right into Jennifer’s bare and vulnerable belly. Hewitt let out an “ooff” as not only did she drop the spanking paddle on the mat, but next thing she knew she was grabbed around the neck and flipped completely over as she landed on her butt right in front of Sarah and just like that the tables had turned. Jennifer looked behind her in panic only to see a devious Sarah, now with the paddle in her hand, and Hewitt pathetically tried to bolt.
Jennifer’s idea of bolting was crawling on her hands and knees towards the ropes and, big surprise, she wouldn’t get too far before she felt Sarah grab onto her ankles and yank her back into the center of the ring. All Jennifer could do was squeal and plead as Sarah threw the whining jobber over her knee with ease. “You’re such a fucking little spoiled brat.” Sarah hissed as Jennifer looked back over her shoulder in terror and helplessly kicked her legs up and down trying. “It’s time for you to be punished” were Sarah’s last words before she gripped Jennifer’s black thong and yanked it up her back for a brutal wedgie that looked like it was going to split poor Jennifer in half down the middle. She screamed and started to cry as Sarah kept pulling the underwear further and further back until she was incredibly able to hook the garment over Jennifer’s head for an atomic wedgie!
With Jennifer’s head and face covered by her own stretched out panties and both her hands and wrists locked behind her back, Sarah finally raised up the spanking paddle and held it up in the air for a moment before swinging it down on Hewitt’s defenseless buttcheeks as a thunderous clap echoed throughout the arena. What followed was an absolute assault on Jennifer’s most prized ASSet, hehe, as Sarah spanked her booty like nobody has ever spanked before; alternating between cheeks and sometimes striking right down on her crack. Jennifer continued windmilling her legs in the air while the panties covering her face were getting wet via her own tears pouring out her eyes. At some point during the spanking, Jennifer’s thong would almost mercifully finally rip ending the wedgie but definitely not ending her humiliation. Sarah reached down to retrieve the shredded thong and stuffed the tear soaked underwear in Jennifer’s mouth before continuing the victory punishment.
With her bitch’s ass beet red and her muffled pleas for forgiveness, Sarah had defiantly proven yet again that Jennifer would never step into the ring against her without getting a good dosage of ass-kicking and comeuppance. Putting an exclamation point on her ownership, Sarah dumped the totally spent Jennifer on her stomach, used the other part of her ripped thong to tie both her hands behind her back and then she posed placing a foot on Hewitt’s ravaged buttcheeks as all Jennifer could do was moan and groan with her panties still lodged in her mouth and her wrists tied together wondering how yet again Sarah humiliated her in front of the world.
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Great work, 164! Two of my favorite ladies and a great spanking scene. Thanks!
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JLH has always been jobber-iffic! ;D
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JLH has always been jobber-iffic! ;D
Yes!! Definitely my favorite jobber of the 90's. Always thought of her as such a bitch too so her punishments are well deserved :D
And thanks for the kind words Sandman! I got more stories already finished just waiting to post.
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Always a fan of Jennifer Loves Losing getting taken down a peg from her completely underserved level of fame.
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Xtra my friend, that's an amazing visual you've crafted. ::)
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Happy Sunday! Here's a couple featuring my favorite jobber of all time!
Ariana Grande vs. Lily Collins: Pillow Fight Match
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“Pssh… you just got lucky last time. Hope your ready to kiss my sweet ass, loser.” To accentuate her arrogance, Lily Collins turned around, bent over sticking her tight tush out and gave it a crisp slap while flashing her opponent a bratty smirk over her shoulder. Ariana Grande could only chuckle. Lily ran her mouth off before they’re previous encounter which was a Bra and Panties match which Ariana completely dominated. She not only stripped Collins, but she also spanked, pinned and branded her as the #1 jobber in the world. Apparently Lily didn’t learn a damn thing during that humiliating loss as there she stood cocky as can be in a classy yet sexy tight pajama romper that showed off all her legs with a seat that barely contained her tight yet perky buttcheeks. Ariana, dressed much more scandalous in her black one-piece and nylon stockings, couldn’t believe this lowest member on the food chain still couldn’t shut her big mouth.
Suffice to say, it didn’t take long at all for Ariana to make Lily deeply regret her pre-match sass. In just seconds, Lily was flat on her back trying and failing miserably to protect himself from the raining slaps and strikes from the ambushing Ariana. Then in just minutes, Lily’s prized one-piece romper, which was custom made for her, was ripped to shreds off her body leaving the already sobbing creampuff sobbing trying to cover up her stark naked body. Ariana proceeded to toy with her opponent throughout the match taking the time to put Lily in all sorts of embarrassing positions with nothing to cover herself up. She saved the best for last however as she slammed Collins onto the large fluffily bed in the middle of the ring. Lily laying flat on her back looked down in horrow as she watched Ariana grab both her legs and bent them way back over her body until Lily’s toes were touching the bed above her head with that “sweet ass” she so proudly strutted and teased before now sticking up straight in the air with no protection at all. Ariana then took things to the next level swiveling around and lowering her ass on Lily’s face and bent ankles. Ariana was sitting on Lily’s folded in half body like it was a throne resting her hands on each of the sticking up and spread asscheeks.
The ref counted to 3, technically this did constitute as a pinfall, but that wasn’t the whole point of this move. It was yet another punishment for Lily’s haughtiness before.Not only was this yet again another instance of Lily acting like a total brat and yet again it backfiring in the most humiliating ways, but this time she had the straight audacity to flaunt herself practically offering her ass to Ariana on a silver platter. And of course Ariana gladly took the bait. She raised one hand high in the air, held it for a second to amp up anticipation before swinging it down hard on Lily’s right asscheek causing a crisp smack to echo throughout the arena. Lily let out a muffled squeal while trapped under Ariana’s ass stacked up and contorted in this mortifying position and totally powerless to get out of it. Ariana spanked those sticking up little bubbles in every way possible; sometimes slapping the side of them just to watch them jiggle and little mounds of jello. Ariana then began sensually gyrating her butt over poor Lily’s face making her to be the one kissing ass tonight. Eventually, after a lot of smothering with a beet red booty, Lily would pass out although Ariana wouldn’t even realize before many more slaps to her pointing up tush like it was an offering to the jobber gods.
Grande eventually climbed off her cathedra but wasn’t finished as she bent down to grab Lily’s torn apart romper and tied both her still bent back ankles behind her own head together leaving her trapped in this so demeaning and mortifying position. Placing one of her feet on Lily’s flattened and smacked red booty for a victory pose put the finishing touches on yet another squashing by Ariana Grande to this mouthy cupcake.
Lily Collins vs. Hayden Panettiere
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Hayden just scored the confidence booster she exactly needed. She had avoided catfighting for a few months and this was her first red carpet event since dealing with her postpartum depression looking to get back to the spunky and take charge Hayden she was before. If the love and support shown by her Hollywood co-stars and friends wasn’t enough, she’d get the best medicine possible for still feeling a little blue: an impromptu squash match against the weakest jobber with the biggest mouth in who else but Lily Collins. Poor Lily could just never stop her snobby ways and of course when Hayden soaked up all the eyes and attention of the evening, Lily had to resort to her typical passive aggressive bratty tones and snarky backhanded remarks. But of course, as always the case when Lily runs her mouth off writing checks she could never conceive of cashing, karma would yet again rear its ugly head for the snotty creampuff. And when Hayden heard one comment about her weight that Lily said just a little too loud, she had enough.
Lily stood motionless like a deer in the headlights frozen in fear as Hayden marched right up to her. By the time Lily turned around to attempt pathetically running away, it was far too late as Hayden caught up to her seconds later tackling her to the ground on her stomach. Lily was done for now; a predator’s easy first prey since stepping back into the food chain. What followed was classic jobber destruction. Hayden made quick work of Lily’s long yet body shaping black dress quickly ripping it to shreds. The crowd gathered around loved seeing both Hayden getting her groove back and Lily get yet another sweet helping of comeuppance. During one particularly entertaining sequence, Hayden deposited the pleading and weeping Collins bent over the audience railing with her bare butt sticking straight up, with only a virtually non-existent string black thong wedgied deep up her buttcrack, as she actually slid Lily all the way down the railing giving herself and everybody near the action a chance to smack that perky little booty themselves.
After a barrage of spanking, a breast smothering bear hugging combo that had Lily flailing helplessly trapped in her tormentor’s grasp, Hayden wanted to make a statement. Retrieving a stick of red lipstick from her purse, Hayden again scooped Lily up over her shoulders for a torture rack parading her around the red carpet showing off her first jobber victim in mouths and boy it felt so good. Lily continued to weakly plead for forgiveness before she felt her own black thong shoved into her mouth followed by herself being hoisted further up in the air and then came crashing down over Hayden’s knee bent shockingly backwards in a devastating backbreaker. Collin’s puny body was folded in half so much so that she saw her own bent back ankles and feet dangling next to her head just before she blacked out. The crowd cheered and applauded the now beaming and confident as can be Hayden posing with the mangled body of Collins snapped in two around her knee. Again scooping up the still broken Lily and draping her over the railing again this time with her body still bent in half backward, Hayden grabbed the red lipstick and wrote a message and a promise to all the other catfighters on Lily’s stretched out and folded over belly sticking straight up to the sky “HAYDEN’S BACK, BITCHES”
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Catherine Bell, (Brunette, 48 yrs. old, 5'10) v Tea Leone, (Blond, 50 yrs. old, 5'8) a match made in heaven that was going to become a reality since both women agreed to fight for a 10 million dollar part in an upcoming epic movie. The producer and arranger of the bout informed the ladies of his decision to allow them to fight for the part. Both women, confident in their cat fighting skills, quickly agreed to the fight. The ladies were informed that they would fight to a finish in a pit that would be dug on the grounds of his estate. The girls would fight topless with no interference, no rules, until one lady can climb out of the pit leaving her opponent injured and or knocked out. The women, expecting a "normal" cat fight, were shocked when informed of this type of match where serious injury was very possible. Neither girl wanting to back out reluctantly agreed. The girls stripped down to their bikini bottoms climbed into the pit and tore into each other. There was no scientific wrestling holds or strategy in play. This was a battle where the primal instincts of self preservation and bloodlust would be in play. The women scratched, punched, bit and ripped at each other like two lioness fighting over a piece of meat. As they rolled around the pit bloodied and scratched , the moans and grunts of the fighters were becoming more pronounced each time one or the other inflicted new damage. Cat was slowly gaining the upper hand as she started to pound away at Tea's breasts. Cat grabbed two handfuls of Tea's hair and started to bounce her head off of the ground until Tea's moans faded into unconsciousness. Bell climbed out of the pit the victor and walked away to the cheers of the crowd, Leone was unable to get out of the pit under her own power, and had to be lifted out by a few men.
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a few more photos of the fighters.
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Cat Bell all the way.... not even a close fight!
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Love Hayden Panettiere. Pound for pound one of the toughest chicks out there.
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Hayden Panettiere vs Emma Stone
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It wasn't supposed to be like this!
Emma had been on a winning streak of late, and knew she was at her very peak as a fighter. That's why she challenged Panettiere to this penthouse match. She had been waiting a long time to take on the arrogant blonde, and the redhead felt it down to her bones that her time was now.
But time is fleeting, and Stone's moment appears to have passed before the fight even began. With the opening signal she rushed at her opponent...and for the next thirty minutes, Hayden proceeded dominate, dismantle and destroy the redhead with seemingly little effort. Every move Emma attempted was blocked and countered, as if the blonde could read her mind. Stone grew more and more frantic in her efforts, but she could never get off of the defensive. And through it all, Panettiere wore a smirk on her face and had an evil gleam in her eyes. Staring into those eyes, Stone felt her courage flee her, and soon enough the blonde was in her opponent's head, mentally tormenting her with a viciousness that equaled the physical pounding the redhead was suffering.
The match was now over in all but declaration, but Panettiere wasn't about to let it be over until she had her fun. First stripping the alabaster redhead of her bra and panties, leaving her nude and humiliated, she then forced the shattered beauty to her hands and knees. Sitting atop Emma's back, Hayden pulled Stone's own panties through her mouth as a bridle, holding the ends with her left hand while with her right she slapped at Emma's butt, turning the skin red. The blonde didn't have to say anything...Emma knew what she had to do. Tears streaming down her face, leaving dark trails from her eyeliner, Stone crawled around the room, her pain-wracked, sweat-soaked body playing beast of burden to the triumphant warrior queen upon her. The redhead endured the humiliation as long as she could, until her body failed her and she collapsed face-first into the carpeted floor.
Rising up triumphantly, Hayden placed a foot upon the hip of her destroyed adversary and flexed her arms in a victory pose, basking in the cheers of the onlookers as Emma sobbed pitifully.
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Hayden Panettiere vs Emma Stone
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It wasn't supposed to be like this!
Emma had been on a winning streak of late, and knew she was at her very peak as a fighter. That's why she challenged Panettiere to this penthouse match. She had been waiting a long time to take on the arrogant blonde, and the redhead felt it down to her bones that her time was now.
But time is fleeting, and Stone's moment appears to have passed before the fight even began. With the opening signal she rushed at her opponent...and for the next thirty minutes, Hayden proceeded dominate, dismantle and destroy the redhead with seemingly little effort. Every move Emma attempted was blocked and countered, as if the blonde could read her mind. Stone grew more and more frantic in her efforts, but she could never get off of the defensive. And through it all, Panettiere wore a smirk on her face and had an evil gleam in her eyes. Staring into those eyes, Stone felt her courage flee her, and soon enough the blonde was in her opponent's head, mentally tormenting her with a viciousness that equaled the physical pounding the redhead was suffering.
The match was now over in all but declaration, but Panettiere wasn't about to let it be over until she had her fun. First stripping the alabaster redhead of her bra and panties, leaving her nude and humiliated, she then forced the shattered beauty to her hands and knees. Sitting atop Emma's back, Hayden pulled Stone's own panties through her mouth as a bridle, holding the ends with her left hand while with her right she slapped at Emma's butt, turning the skin red. The blonde didn't have to say anything...Emma knew what she had to do. Tears streaming down her face, leaving dark trails from her eyeliner, Stone crawled around the room, her pain-wracked, sweat-soaked body playing beast of burden to the triumphant warrior queen upon her. The redhead endured the humiliation as long as she could, until her body failed her and she collapsed face-first into the carpeted floor.
Rising up triumphantly, Hayden placed a foot upon the hip of her destroyed adversary and flexed her arms in a victory pose, basking in the cheers of the onlookers as Emma sobbed pitifully.
Emma Stone getting beaten up is always sexy
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Hey, everyone! Long time lurker, first time poster. I've been reading the amazing stories here for a while and I just had to contribute something. Thanks for making such a fantastic thread, Jack, and the rest of you writers for sharing! :) Anyway:
Cobie Smulders VS Michelle Trachtenberg
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Welcome to the funhouse, PokeFan! This is an excellent piece you've shared...the first of many from you. I hope. :P
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Masterful work Jackflash!
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Echoing the love, Jackflash! Emma proves to be just another victim ;D
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Karrueche Tran vs. Christina Milian
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Christina Milian could never imagine the events that would transpire on the beach that day. After running her mouth off at Karrueche Tran beforehand, she would never guess she’d be the one laying face down in the sand with her tiny red swimsuit being yanked up high in the air for a painful and embarrassing wedgie. Christinia’s pre-match bullying looked especially ridiculous now as she was the one getting made a fool out of. Karrueche on the other hand was having loads of fun bouncing the puny Milian up and down by her panties until the garment finally ripped in two as Milian landed fully back down on the sand with an audible smack.
“Time to shut this loud bitch up!” Tran declared to a gathering crowd of spectators eager to see the cocky Christina get her comeuppance. After flipping now pleading Milian on her back showing off her bare pussy and face full of tears to the audience, Karrueche took her ripped apart bikini bottoms and shoved them in Christina’s mouth gagging her. Before she could even move her hands to her mouth, Milian could only gaze up frozen in fear as she watched Tran stand over her, turn around and plop her ass right down on Christina’s face for a perfect facesit. As Karrueche began grinding her ass down on the squirming and moaning Christina while she ripped off her matching bikini top, she’d take the move a step further by clamping a hand right on Milian’s bare pussy for a excruciating crotch claw that had poor Christina trying and failing desperately to kick her legs and somehow buck Tran off of her.
But the damage had been done by Karrueche. Christina couldn’t breathe for long with Tran’s grinding and gyrating ass smothering her into oblivion and with her own thong still lodged in her mouth and the pain of the pussy claw only made her last that much shorter before she succumbed to the darkness and totally went limp from under her tormenter. Karrueche gave her plump booty a couple extra shimmys and grinds before climbing off her squashed prey leaving poor Milian spread eagled on the beach completely defeated with her own torn up bottoms still lodged in her mouth.
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I would like to see some stories with Lia Marie Johnson.
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Yes love to see some with lia
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Just wanted to say a huge thank you to all of the writers who have kept this thread going!
As always, we're very impressed with the wonderful work of Jackflash, the excellent stuff from Xtra and for Pokefan, I know you're pretty new, but this was some stellar debut stuff and I couldn't be more excited to see what you come up with next. Both of your first two bouts have been spectacular and I hope you continue to contribute!!
Keep up the awesome work everybody to continuing to make this the best thread on the Citadel! ;)
-Lookout!
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Sophia Bush vs Charlize Theron
Sophia Bush
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Charlize Theron
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Charlize Theron hadn't taken the smaller actress seriously. Of course, she was half a foot taller and far more experienced when it came to shutting up snarky on-screen rivals. Or, so she thought. Now she was second guessing everything as Sophia Bush sat atop her back, wrenching Charlize's neck about with the firm grip on her blonde locks. She had started strong, slapping the little brunette down and slamming several knees into her fit tummy. But, where had it all gone so wrong? Had she given Sophia extra incentive when she mocked her career? When she suggested she didn't have one because she wasn't pretty enough? Was the fatal error when she failed to secure Sophia's hands during the body scissors? Of course, it didn't matter so much now. The fact was, Sophia well and truly had the upper hand.
Charlize grunted as her face smacked into the floor, and Sophia simply yanked back on her hair and shoved forward again, smashing her face into the unforgiving carpet once more. "Who's not pretty enough now, you smug bitch?" Sophia snapped, slamming Charlize's face down a few more times, loving the sound of the taller blonde groaning in misery as a few red specks painted the carpet beneath her bruising face.
"Here, superstar, THIS is how you lock in a scissor hold..." Sophia shuffled beside Charlize, slipping her lovely toned legs around the blonde's neck, and squeezed tightly. Charlize was gurgling and coughing instantly, her face going red as Sophia cut off her air completely. Charlize slapped against Sophia's thigh, but the brunette wasn't interested in mercy. She wouldn't let the cocky actress forget this lesson. She stared down into her foe's pleading eyes, smirking. "Aww, Charlize, this is humiliating, isn't it? Being owned by someone half your height? Aren't you meant to be the indestructible amazon? You said something like that right? Still believe it?"
Charlize tried to shake her head in the negative, but it was trapped tightly. She didn't believe it now. Not anymore. Sophia had broken her completely. Her eyes teared and she started to sob right there, looking up at the formidable half-pint of a woman. Sophia simply laughed at her and slapped her cheek a little. Charlize was almost out, but for a little added insult to injury, Sophia leaned back with one hand and ripped away Charlize's bikini top. "Haha! How can you be so cocky with mosquito bites like that? Next time I'll show you some real breasts, honey." She shoved the top in Charlize's shocked agape mouth, and soon with no air whatsoever, Charlize had passed out between Sophia's thighs.
As Charlize went limp, Sophia slipped off of the broken blonde and took a photo. "My twitter peeps are going to LOVE this!"
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Sophia (age 44- 5'7") v Drew (age 41- 5'4")- It was to be a 3 round "fluff" charity boxing match which quickly turned serious when both women threw off their protective headgear after round 1. Round 2 saw both fighters standing toe to toe pounding away at each other. As the women awaited the beginning of round 3, they began to shout insults at each other. Drew threw off her gloves, removed her top, and challenged Sophia to do the same and fight her "no rules" to a decisive finish. Sophia laughed, and replied "my pleasure bitch, anything goes until a knockout." The women were locked together in a rolling catfight each pulling hair, mauling their opponents breasts and trying to land punches whenever possible. For 5 minutes the groaning, sweaty combatants rolled around the ring neither dominating the other, they were equally matched. The tiring fighters grabbed each other in a mutual bearhug, each trying to gain a superior position. Drew gained the advantage when she grabbed two handfuls of Sophia's beautiful hair and started to rip and pull until she forced Sophia to the mat lying on her stomach. Drew started to rip handfuls of hair from Sophia's scalp. The crying Sophia was begging Drew to stop, but Drew what have none of that as she rolled Sophia over, sat on her and sunk her right hand into Sophia's crotch. Drew finished Sophia off with a series a punches to her head and face. Sophia was out cold, Drew kicked her once for good measure, raised her arms in victory and paraded around the ring as the crowd cheered her victory.
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Sophia Bush vs Alison Brie
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Alison Brie
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"Got you, Ally... got you right by the..." Sophia squeezed Alison's large breasts through her dress as she sat on her back on the half-sofa.
Alison squealed and shook beneath her. "Get off them! You jealous ska-aiiiie!!" Alison squealed even louder as Sophia dug her claws in.
"I'm sorry," Sophia snapped, "what did you call me? Surely you don't think I'm jealous of THESE!" Sophia punctuated her last word by raking her nails in deep down Brie's supple breasts.
Alison wailed and kicked her feet futilely against the sofa. "Ahhhh! Don't! Don't!!"
Sophia yanked down Alison's dress, letting her big tits flop out unprotected. She dug her claws in again and slapped the orbs together. "Go on bitch, call me jealous one more time. We'll see if ANYONE is jealous of them after that!"
Alison didn't dare say a thing, just sobbing and trembling as the hellcat shook her tits about, nails stuck deep into them, misshaping them. Sophia bucked on her rival, riding her back like a horse. "Oh god, this is so much fun! Remind me to look your fat ass up next time I'm in a foul mood. Molesting your udders could cheer any gal up!"
"P-please! Stop! Sophia, that's enough!" Alison was begging, tears rolling down her cheeks, running her makeup. Her head lolled forward and she sulked, just waiting for the titty torture to stop. Eventually it did, and Sophia gave her a hard spank on the ass on her way up.
"Fine, fine. I'll let them be. Just don't go flaunting them about for a while, you skanky whore. Oh, and one more thing..."
Alison's eyes went wide, afraid of what Sophia meant by 'one more thing'. Then, Bush waltzed over with a pair of electric hair clippers. "Just so you don't forget me anytime soon," Sophia giggled as she straddled Alison's back again and proceeded to shaved off all of her beautiful brunette locks.
Sophia eventually got up and left her prey to sulk and sob, staring into the mirror on the wall opposite her, eyes full of tears as she saw what she looked like with a bald head and ravaged breasts.
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Olivia Holt vs Bindi Irwin
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Bindi gasped loudly as she slowly sank to her knees, wheezing out "Bloody...hell...!". Behind her, Olivia had planted a foot between the brunette's shoulder blades and was holding fast to the straps of the Aussie's black halter, pulling them back as hard as she could. The result was that Bindi's 35C's were agonizingly crushed by the cups of her own bra, and subsequently pressed against her lungs, making it difficult for her to draw a full breath. Rather pleased with this unique form of torture she had devised, Holt gave a smug half-smile as her opponent grew weaker. "Told you I'd turn those ginormous jugs against you," the somewhat more modestly endowed blonde purred, and not without a trace of envy.
But the next instant was unforeseen, as Irwin suffered a 'wardrobe malfunction' that was fortuitous for her, if less so for her adversary. With a the sudden sound of rending fabric, the bra ripped apart from the strain, unleashing the Australian's battered orbs even as the American was sent sailing backward, landing with an unceremonious thud on her behind. The blonde was shocked and stunned by this sudden turn of events, and thus did not react quickly. Meanwhile, Bindi got herself up to one knee, still panting heavily but feeling the adrenaline starting to course in her veins.
Gathering her wits, Olivia scampered back up to her feet and rushed up behind her rival even as Irwin rose up; Holt snaked her left arm across the brunette's throat for a chokehold, but a heartbeat later, Bindi threw three elbows in rapid succession into her foe's belly, causing the blonde to gasp with a whoosh of air, her arm falling away from her opponent's neck. Reaching behind herself, Bindi grabbed Olivia's golden locks and flipped her over to the penthouse floor, where Holt lay splayed upon the carpet.
Ruthlessly, Bindi lifted her right leg and began stomping her foot down again and again, alternating between Olivia's left and right breasts, causing her to squeal and yelp in pain as each jackhammer blow flattened one or the other. Although her face was a mask of furious determination, the gleam in Irwin's eyes made it plain that she was very much enjoying demolishing her adversary with this game of 'tit for tat'.
Finally the assault ended, and Olivia lay upon the floor, glassy eyed and mewling, her breasts already starting to purple with bruises from the onslaught. But Bindi wasn't finished yet; she smashed much of the air that was left in Olivia's lungs with a leg drop across her battered chest. She then crawled atop her rival, pinned her arms down, and pressed her breasts over Holt's face; the sweat of both diminutive battlers formed an airtight seal as Bindi's satiny flesh pressed down across the blonde's nose and mouth, cutting off all oxygen. Olivia squirmed feebly beneath her tormentor for ten seconds or so, and then ceased to move altogether.
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Awesome work as always, Jackflash! But, poor Olivia. :(
Not that I'm a big Olivia fan. Just, Bindi gives me the shits, haha. I might have to get her sorted out!
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yet another loss for Olivia!
Kristen Bell vs. Rachel Bilson
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Kristen Bell couldn’t believe that once again Rachel Bilson had simply made a joke out of her. Flat on her stomach with her tight yet perky butt propped up on Rachel’s lap, who was sitting inbetween Bell’s spread legs, Kristen could only kick her legs and scream in mortification as Rachel gleefully slapped both her palms down on her sticking up booty like she was playing the bongos for a playful yet painful spanking. Kristen’s tiny pink panties offered little to no protection at all against Rachel’s relentless slaps and spanks. Yet again it was Kristen who challenged her former friend now enemy to a lingerie match and yet again it had been all Bilson from the start.
It didn’t take long at all for Kristen to tap the mat and shriek in submission to the spanking, but for Bilson that wasn’t enough. She was sick and tired of the bratty Bell who kept running her mouth off towards her only to easily be squashed when they met face to face in the ring and this time she wanted to make a statement.
“Anybody wanna see my new finishing move?!” Rachel shouted to the crowd who responded to her with a resounding YES chant. “I call this…THE BILSON BREAKER!” she declared as poor Kristen looked behind her with wide eyes and her mouth agape in fear dreading what was about to come next. Rachel wasted no more time as she brought herself up to her knees but still inbetween Kristen’s legs with her still laying on her stomach, reached behind her and grabbed both of Bell’s ankles. Rachel began forcing Kristen’s legs up and back bending her body backward into a brutal C shape like a Boston crab would but Bilson was pushing her legs from behind instead of sitting on Bell’s back and pulling them back. Kristen felt her legs bend over her body and screamed in agony but it was about to get even worse for the poor blonde as Bilson kept forcing her legs further and further back over her body until Kristen, much to her horror, actually saw her own ankles and feet hovering over her head. Rachel kept folding Kristen’s body more and more until she took things to the next level as she jumped up and landed right smack down atop her victim’s brutally contorted body.
Kristen let out a anguished squeal as her body seemed to completely fold in half backward and her spine audibly snap in two. Her legs had been completely folded backwards up against her body to the point where the last thing Kristen saw before she blacked out was her own feet actually touching the mat above her head. Rachel had completely folded Bell up in the most unnatural and excruciating position imaginable like she was just a doll to be cruelly played with. The crowd oooed and aaahhed at the devastating contortion of the move. Rachel, having thoroughly impressed herself and everyone else with a shockingly brutal finishing knockout, got to her feet and casually put a foot up on Kristen’s still stacked up and snapped in half body, looking like a mangled pile of bent limbs, for the final gladiator-like victory.
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Ariel vs Sofia for sure
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Great work Xtra, Jackflash and Pokefan as well - all of those were excellent stories. Hopefully I can contribute some short stories here in the near future to add to this consistently awesome thread, but in the meantime, I was pretty impressed by these bouts. I do like that Bindi Irwin too, so maybe I'll use her in a future story or bring her over to the FCBA in the future! And I would definitely second a Sofia versus Ariel bout in the future after the stellar Sofia/Sarah bout - that is great stuff! Thank you everybody!!
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Jennifer Lawrence vs Blake Lively
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Jennifer's arms flailed as Blake tightened her sleeper hold, Lawrence's eyes going glassy as the oxygen-rich blood was curtailed to her brain. Both statuesque blondes were panting hard, their bodies glistening with sweat following a long and brutal apartment battle between them. But now, Lively had victory very nearly in her possession.
Jennifer's partisans among the elite spectators desperately hoped that she would work a miracle and escape. But any hope of a miracle had long since been fled, and all that was left for Lawrence now was for her eyelids to flutter and her lush body to go slack, and then limp as she was driven into unconsciousness and defeat by her rival.
Opening her arms and letting the beaten girl collapse in a heap to the floor, Blake places a foot upon the hip of Jennifer and raises her arms in an Amazonian victory pose, a triumphant smirk upon her face.
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Troian Bellisario vs Kaley Cuoco
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"AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Kaley's panicked wails filled the air of the penthouse as Troian, holding the blonde's body across her shoulders, twirled around and around for an airplane spin. Cuoco's senses were stripped as she was spun, her mind left reeling.
Flush with adrenaline, Bellisario spun more and more. But too late she realized her grave mistake: She had overdone it, to the point where she was very nearly as dizzy as her victim. Suddenly unable to keep her own balance, the brunette tumbled backward, landing with a hard thud on the carpeted floor.
Both beauties lay there, hands to their foreheads, eyes shut tight as each struggled to regain her wits. It was the brunette who recovered enough first to roll over with a groan and crawl to her adversary, then throw herself atop Kaley. However, the blonde responded instantly, twisting to the side with her oppressor upon her, and the two she-cats began to roll back and forth across the floor, legs entwined as hands ripped at flowing hair, both gasping and mewling as they struggled.
Suddenly, as she found herself on top once more, Kaley scrambled to reposition herself; she slid her body up that of her opponent, pinning Bellisario's arms to the carpet while the blonde used her feet to grapevine the brunette's legs wide. Cuoco then pressed her upper body down, her breasts enveloping her victim's face for a smother that had finished off more than a few rivals in the past. "Nighty-night, bitch" she said with a raspy giggle.
But in the split second before the blonde's C-cups pressed down upon her, Troian managed to turn her head enough to the side that she was able to sink her teeth into Cuoco's left breast. Once more, Kaley's cry echoed through the room, and she frantically pushed herself up off of her adversary and flung herself to the side, getting well clear of the brunette's pearly whites. Luckily for Kaley, her bikini top blunted the bite enough to prevent breaking the skin, but nonetheless her alabaster flesh now bore two crescent-shaped marks. "You fucking..." the blonde hissed as she lifted her head to glare at her rival...only to be suddenly met with a palm thrust blow to the chin that snapped her head back, halted her in mid-sentence, and sent Cuoco sprawling onto her back.
Moving with a speed that belied her exhaustion, Troian clambered atop the stunned blonde and opted for a smother of her own. Kneeling upon Kaley's torso, Bellisario wriggled herself forward until her crotch was pressed firmly down over Cuoco's mouth and nose, her thighs framing the blonde's head. From her position on her opponent, the brunette could look down and see the fear that suddenly grew in Kaley's eyes.
Cuoco's body thrashed with all of the power she could muster, but after such a debilitating battle, there just wasn't enough left in the tank to force her way free. Just as bad, she couldn't even employ Bellisario's own tactic, for the dark-haired battler had secured her facesit smother so swiftly, Kaley wasn't able to open her mouth enough in time so that she could bite her way to freedom. Now, all the embattled blonde could do was look up and see the hateful smirk of her rival, and to make muffled sounds of protest. Adding insult to injury, Bellisario smiled and threw Cuoco's own words back at her with insincere sugar sweetness, "Nighty-night, bitch!"
Then finally, Kaley saw nothing else, as her eyelids fluttered shut and she passed out. Troian remained perched upon her victim a bit longer, making sure she was truly knocked out...and then with a loud sigh she collapsed to her side and promptly blacked out herself, too spent to cling to consciousness any longer, but slumbering secure in the knowledge that victory was hers.
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Amazing work, Jackflash!! Go Troian! Wooo!!
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Flo from Progressive vs Lily from AT&T
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Flo: 5’8”, 141 lbs
Lily: 5’3” 126 lbs
No one expected this fight to be decided so quickly. Within the first 30 seconds, Flo had pulled a set of brass knuckles from her apron and clocked Lily solidly in the temple. The fight was over at that point, but the next five minutes was an exhibition in punishment.
Flo punished her smaller opponent with a barrage of painful holds and submission moves, always releasing her grip before Lily could pass out. Finally, it seemed that Flo had gotten bored of playing with her food.
Flo stood astride Lily, who writhed in pain on the mat. Reaching down, Flo ripped apart Lily’s blue button up shirt, revealing a surprisingly full chest in a lacy black bra. While Lily tried to cover her breasts, Flo quickly unbuttoned her victim’s tight jeans and peeled them off of the whimpering girl’s legs.
Lily tried to curl up in the fetal position, begging for help, but her tormentor wasn’t through. Flo fell to her knees, straddling the defenseless brunette. Flo reached back and pinned Lily’s arms beneath her knees. She then slowly moved her hands back towards Lily’s face; one hand clamped down over the mouth and the other pinched shut over Lily’s nose.
Lily’s eyes grew wide as the oxygen flow stopped. Her legs kicked furiously as Flo smiled and stared straight at her panicking foe. Lily struggled like crazy, but could not shake the woman seated atop of her. After almost a minute, her eyes began to flutter and soon she laid still. Flo released her grip on Lily’s mouth and nose and gently cupped the sides of the sleeping girl’s face.
Flo leaned in and passionately kissed the unconscious girl. She whispered into her ear, “I’m the queen of commercials, bitch.” Flo rose to her feet and sauntered away, leaving Lily unconscious in her underwear, asleep on the canvass.
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To all the writers for this post: you are rocking this so hard bravo ! It's my favorite post to read.
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nice story but I think lily is the one who'd win
the nicer you look the dirtier you fight
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Always awesome work, Nicole. Love it! All the best with that job hunting... just so we can be selfish and get you back here. ;)
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Lady Sif (Jaimie Alexander) vs Wonder Woman (Gal Gadot)
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The olympian versus the asgardian. The amazon against the Valkyrie.
The two immortals fought for hours trying to best each other and as the fight went on, they smashed their armors, broken their swords, shattered their shields…and then the duel became a brawl.
At one point the two warriors separated, and looking at each other they silently agreed to a pause.
As Diana catched her breath she noticed that her opponent was stripping down to her bare skin.
“What are you doing?”
“In this state my armor is more an obstacle than a protection, you should do the same. Besides….aren’t you greeks used to wrestle naked? Or are you ashamed of your body?”
“ Nonsense!” Snapped Diana as she started to undress “when this fight is over, you will be the one ashamed to show yourself aroun”
The two women standed for a moment as both of them couldn’t help to admire the perfection of the opponent’s body.
But then again they launched at each other and again the fight raged on for what it seemed an eternity.
In the end Diana was able to lock Sif in a guillotine choke. The asgardian struggled to free herself, but the olympian’s perfectly applied hold was too thight.
“Give up, Sif” panted Diana “you fought valiantly but now it’s over!”
Sif didn’t respond, instead she used her right hand to reach between Diana’s legs and started to scratch, pinch and maul her opponent’ sex.
Diana let out a scream of pure anguish as the sudden pain caught her totally unprepared, released the guillotine hold and tried to roll away from her tormentor.
But Sif’s grip was too strong and the asgardian used her left hand to sink her nails in Diana’s left breast and squeezing it with all her might.
“You coward!” Screamed Diana “This is not fair!”
“Oh shut up! Don’t you know what the humans say? Everything is fair in love and war”
And, just to reinforce the concept, Sif lowered her mouth on Diana’s left breast and sank her teeth in the tender flesh.
“Stop! Please stop! I surrender!”
Sif slowly stood up triumphant as Diana rolled in a fetal position sobbing uncontrollably for the pain and humiliation she suffered.
But her sorrow wasn’t over yet, as Sif used Diana’s golden lasso to tie her opponent’s wrists behind her back.
“What….what are you doing….let me go….” bawled Diana.
“Don’t you remember the deal between Odin and your queen Hyppolyta? The loser will have to became the winner’s servant for a year” said Sif as Diana recalled with horror the bet her mother made with the king of Asgard.
“No…..no….please Sif let me go….” Diana panicked “I will do anything you want!”
“Of course you will do anything I want.” laughed Sif, playfully twisting Diana’s left nipple “that was exactly the idea…”
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that was awesome
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Just as I was writing the story about Sif and Wonder Woman I had the inspiration for the sequel. Not sure if this story respects the "finish her" parameters, neverthless I hope you enjoy it and, as always, please forgive my mistakes.
Frigga (Rene Russo) vs Hippolyta (Connie Nielsen)
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“WHERE IS HIM? WHERE IS ODIN?” shouted Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons, as she stormed Frigga’s private chambers in the royal palace of Asgard.
“My husband is not here.” answered Frigga, queen of Asgard “He’s fighting the Dark Elves..what do you want from him Hippolyta?”
“I want to take my daughter back to Tehmyscira”
“That’s not possible, you made a bet with Odin and your daughter lost the duel. Now she has to serve Sif”
“I came here to see how my daughter was faring and she told me the…the…INDIGNITIES she was forced to endure by Sif. That’s not what I bet with Odin! The deal was that if she had lost the fight Diana would have been Sif’ servant, not her sex slave!”
“I remember the deal. The deal was that Diana would have to obey every order from Sif, and that’s what is happening. And even if I sympathize with you I cannot go against Odin's will. Now, if you want you can wait for Odin’s return and confide in is mercy. Until then please leave my chambers. I’m a mother too so I can understand your troubles and I will forgive your rudeness.”
Frigga turned her back to Hippolyta but the amazon grabbed her arm and forced the queen of Asgard to face her.
“Don’t you dare dismiss me like one of your maids” hissed Hippolyta “Now, I’m going to take back my daughter to Themyscira and I don’t give all the manure of the Augean stables about the will of Odin.”
“You better unhand me.” growled Frigga “Before I forget how a Queen is expected to act and give you the beating you deserve”
“Bring it on, slut!”
The two mature queens went at each other like two furious tigers and the chambers of the royal palace of Asgard resounded with the screams of the two goddesses, the tearing of precious garments and the crashes of the broken furniture. But as the fight went on, it was apparent that Frigga, while being a higly trained warrior, spent too much time away from the battlefield than Hippolyta. So the more experienced amazon was able to gain a considerable advantage over her opponent and proceeded to got her flat on her back, sat on her midsection and pinned her arms under her own knees.
Frigga wriggled and bucked trying to unseat Hippolyta but she was too tired and then the amazon grabbed got an hold on Frigga’s golden tresses and slammed the back of her head against the floor
“Now, let me tell you what it’s going to happen.” Said Hippolyta “Either you release my daughter or I’m going beat you to a pulp and then I will take you back with me to Themyscira. And I swer to Zeus that I will make you suffer ten times what my daughter will suffer.”
“Do your worst you greek cxnt” muttered Frigga.
“Oh you have no idea how bad my worst can be” sneered Hippolyta as she grabbed Frigga’s hair with her left hand while raising her right hand and closing it in a thight fist.
Hyppolita punched down with all her strength, but it was her own scream of pain that filled the air as Frigga suddenly vanished and Hippolyta’s fist hit hard the marble floor.
The queen of the amazons rose up clutching her aching hand while screaming her hate and frustration.
“You cheating bitch! Show yourself!”
Hippolyta didn’t see Frigga, she barely saw the piece of garment that her opponent wrapped around her neck and the only thing that she was able to think before loosing consciousness was how she failed to save her daughter.
When Hippolyta woke up she found herself lying hogtied on the floor as Frigga was comfortably seated on an armchair in front of her casually sipping a cup of mead.
“You dirty, cheating, fucking whore” Screamed Hippolyta struggling to get free “Release me now!”
“Oh shut up Hippolyta, I didn’t cheat. This wasn’t a regular duel: you assaulted me in my chambers and I did everything I had to do to defend myself. And by the way, stop fussing. You can’t break that rope, it’s your precious daughter’s lasso…Sif gave it to me as a gift after her victory over Diana”
Realising how hopeless the situation was, Hippolyta silently weeped and since her eyes where filled with tears she didn’t realize a woman has entered the room until she spoke.
“Did you want to see me, my queen?” asked lady Sif before noticing the carnage in the room and the half naked hogtied woman on the floor “What…what happened here my queen? Have you been attacked?”
“Oh, don’t worry my dear. Just a little disagreement with our guest here. Let me introduce you princess Diana’s mother, the queen of Amazons herself Hippolyta. She graciously offered to join her daughter as your servant”
Realizing what was going to happen Hippolyta bawled uncontrollably as lady Sif ironically bowed in front of her.
“Your grace, you do me a great honour” quipped Sif “I’m sure that your daughter wil be very happy to know that you will join her…”
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Olivia Holt vs. Sarah Hyland
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Sarah latched her arms around Olivia’s midsection and squeezed as hard as she could to lock in a bearhug. Even given her far less than staller previous match record, she had thoroughly dominated the even weaker ultra jobber Olivia from the ring of the starting bell. If nothing else it was a huge relief for Sarah to finally get a win, a squash job win no less, while poor Olivia was having to endure yet another helpless defeat.
Sarah showcased a rare display of brute strength as she crushed Holt’s body and whipped it form side to side like the ragdoll she was. Olivia’s puny spine was crushed by the hold. Her back arched backward and her face gazed up at the ceiling lights which was unfortunately a view she had been very used to very quickly. It didn’t take long before she’d pass out as Sarah kept the bearhug locked in as she carried Olivia’s deadweight body around the ring like a predator showing off her fresh catch of the day. While it certainty felt so good to dominate somebody for a change, unlike other jobbers who finally get that ever elusive win, she didn’t want to completely humiliate Olivia. She more so felt bad for her; what was her fault that she just ended up being lower on the food chain? Instead of enjoying the customary post-match embarrassment session, which the crowd was definitely looking forward to, Sarah instead just threw the passed out Holt over her shoulder to carry her out of the ring.
Hyland gave the audience a tiny bit of fan service as she eyed Holt’s sticking up tush with her shorts wedgied up the crack sticking up right next to her face and just couldn’t resist giving each of the cheeks a couple of playful slaps. It was less of a “take this, bitch” spanking and more of a “better luck next time” spanking. But Sarah was careful not to overdo it as she even reached into Olivia’s stuffed buttcrack to carefully pull the wedgied shorts out a little bit so her ass wasn’t as exposed as she continued walking up the ramp high-fiving some fans along the way out.
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Not sure if this story respects the "finish her" parameters...
Not sure about "parameters" but it sure looks to me like Frigga "finished" Hippolyta that time!
Hmmmm, WW & Queen Hippolyta both enslaved to Sif.... next thing we know, 'The Sifster' will be issuing "Mother-Daughter Tag Team" challenges all 'round the Mediterranean.
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We may be a few days past Thanksgiving here in the States, but I just wanted to share my thankfulness with everyone who both contributes to this thread, or who take the time to share a few nice words about an author's work. I know I greatly appreciate it, and I'm certain all of the other writers do as well.
And speaking of writers, man, have we had a real wealth of creativity around here lately...some truly amazing pieces! I am in awe of the talent on display here. :)
And before I go, let me just wish Nicole good luck in getting that job!
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Ariel Winter vs Lauren Giraldo
Lauren
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(Thanks for the tip on Lauren Giraldo, Chotch!)
Abigail Breslin & Chloe Grace Moretz vs Lauren Giraldo & Abigail Breslin
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The referee had long since thrown up his hands and accepted the bedlam as inevitable. All four fighters had been warring in the ring at the same time, the two teams more or less evenly matched. So Abigail and Chloe decided to tilt the odds in their favor by eliminating half of the opposing team, at least for the moment.
Converging on Ariel, the two blondes managed to tie up the busty brunette's arms and shoulders in the ropes, trapping her. That left the dastardly duo free to focus their joint efforts on the talented yet inexperienced Lauren. Swiftly enough, their double-teaming had the dark haired beauty hapless and howling in anguish. "I'll finish her," Moretz said with a wicked gleam in her eyes, and proceeded to snare Giraldo in a camel clutch. The newcomer tried to shout out her submission, but Chloe wickedly covered the brunette's mouth with her hands, muffling her cries, and leaving her trapped in the agonizing hold.
Meanwhile, Breslin turned her attention to her most hated rival, who was still caught helplessly in the ropes. Ariel snarled profane threats at her opponent, but given her straits, they were hollow. Abigail merely smirked. The blonde then proceeded to unleash a blizzard of punches to the brunette, her fists smashing into Ariel's face, drilling into her breasts, and sinking deep into her belly. Rapidly enough, Winter's body was limp, hanging like a bedraggled scarecrow in the ropes as she mewled in agony.
Satisfied that they had taught the brunettes a lesson in who was the superior team, Chloe uncovered Lauren's mouth, and the tearful teen sobbed out her submission, ending the match.
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The Scarlet Witch (Elizabeth Olsen) vs the Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson).
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Wanda Maximoff aka the Scarlet Witch stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her body and entered her bedroom but suddenly stopped as she realized that Natasha Romanov aka the Black Widow, was sitting on the bed obviously waiting for her.
“It took me quite time to trace you Wanda. Honestly I didn’t expect to find you in an holiday resort in the Caribbean”. Said Natasha getting up from the bad and standing in front of Wanda.
Covered only by a black bikini and a pareo the Black Widow didn’t look different from the other tourists, but Wanda knew that her old ally wasn’t there for enjoying the blue ocean and the white beaches.
“Wakanda is a beautiful country” replied Wanda “but I needed some time alone and I always wanted to see the Caribbean. What do you want Natasha?”
“I want to take you back to the Shield”
“I tought you were on the run too.”
“I was, but Tony and I sorted things out and now he asked me to take you back to the US”.
“A pity that this country has no extradition agreements with the US.”
“True, but nothing prevents me to drag you to the Quinjet hidden in the jungle”.
“Nothing except my powers”.
Wanda raised her hand trying to hit the Black Widow with a telekinetic blast, but she was shocked to discover that her powers didn’t work.
“I’m not stupid” said Natasha, showing Wanda a small ring on her right hand “A power dampener courtesy of Tony Stark himself. Now either you follow me, or I’ll have to hurt you really, really bad.”
“You can try”. Answered Wanda assuming a fighting stance.
Natasha smiled and threw a punch to her opponent’s face. A slow, weak and uncoordinated punch that was easily blocked.
“I’m not stupid either”. Smiled Wanda to a baffled Black Widow “Last time I saw you I’ve lef a post hypnotic command in your mind: if you try to attack me you forgot all your combat training”.
“I don’t need a combat training to kick your ass!”
“Yeah? Show me!”
The two redheads went for each other hair, fell on the floor and started rolling around the room exchanging slaps, scratches and insults like two characters from a south american soap opera.
But as time passed it was clear that Natasha, despite her will and resistance, simply wasn’t accustomed to that particular type of fight and most of all she wasn’t used to get her breasts so savagely attacked by an obviously jealous opponent.
In the end Wanda was able to pin an exhausted Natasha with a perfect reverse face sitting and while smothering her with her pale ass she pinched and twisted Black Widow’s perfect orbs. Natasha’s legs flailed pathetically and her muffled protests faded until she passed out for the lack of oxygen.
Getting up Wanda knew she didn’t have time to celebrate, so she used the bed linen to hogtie Natasha, stuffed her bikini’s bottom in Black Widow’s mouth and collected her stuff while calling the Wakandan embassy.
As she was about to exit the room Wanda stopped for a moment and took some pictures of a naked and hogtied Black Widow.
“Cap will love this” she thinked mischievously “Hell…I guess all the boys will love this”.
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The Scarlet Witch (Elizabeth Olsen) vs the Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson).
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Wanda Maximoff aka the Scarlet Witch stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her body and entered her bedroom but suddenly stopped as she realized that Natasha Romanov aka the Black Widow, was sitting on the bed obviously waiting for her.
“It took me quite time to trace you Wanda. Honestly I didn’t expect to find you in an holiday resort in the Caribbean”. Said Natasha getting up from the bad and standing in front of Wanda.
Covered only by a black bikini and a pareo the Black Widow didn’t look different from the other tourists, but Wanda knew that her old ally wasn’t there for enjoying the blue ocean and the white beaches.
“Wakanda is a beautiful country” replied Wanda “but I needed some time alone and I always wanted to see the Caribbean. What do you want Natasha?”
“I want to take you back to the Shield”
“I tought you were on the run too.”
“I was, but me and Tony settled things and now he asked me to take you back to the US”.
“A pity that this country has no extradition agreements with the US.”
“True, but nothing prevents me to drag you to the Quinjet hidden in the jungle”.
“Nothing except my powers”.
Wanda raised her hand trying to hit the Black Widow with a telekinetic blast, but she was shocked to discover that her powers didn’t work.
“I’m not stupid” said Natasha, showing Wanda a small ring on her right hand “A power dampener courtesy by Tony Stark himself. Now either you follow me, or I’ll have to be violent.”
“You can try”. Answered Wanda assuming a fighting stance.
Natasha smiled and threw a punch to her opponent’s face. A slow, weak and uncoordinated punch that was easily blocked.
“I’m not stupid either”. Smiled Wanda to a baffled Black Widow “Last time we saw I’ve lef a post hypnotic command in your mind: if you try to attack me you forgot all your combat training”.
“I don’t need a combat training to kick your ass!”
“Yeah? Show me!”
The two redheads went for each other hair, fell on the floor and started rolling around the room exchanging slaps, scratches and insults like two characters from a south American soap opera.
But as time passed it was evident that Natasha, despite her will and resistance, simply wasn’t accustomed to that particular type of fight and most of all she wasn’t used to get her breasts so savagely attacked by an obviously jealous opponent.
In the end Wanda was able to pin an exhausted Natasha with a perfect reverse face sitting and while smothering her with her pale ass she pinched and twisted Black Widow’s perfect orbs. Natasha’s legs flailed pathetically and her muffled protests faded until she passed out for the lack of oxygen.
Getting up Wanda knew she didn’t have time to celebrate, so she used the bed linen to hogtie Natasha, stuffed her bikini’s bottom in Black Widow’s mouth and collected her stuff while calling the Wakandan embassy.
As she was about to exit the room Wanda stopped for a moment and took some pictures of a naked and hogtied Black Widow.
“Cap will love this” she thinked mischievously “Hell…I guess all the boys will love this”.
Good one! Love seeing The Black Widow get her comeuppance.
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Elisha Cuthbert vs. Brie Larson
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Elisha triumphetly sturtted around the ring with her latest victim bent across her shoulders in a perfect torture rack submission. That poor soul being bent backwards over Cuthbert was none other than Oscar winner Brie Larson who, even after giving it her all and putting up a half-way decent fight to start, had eventually ran out of gas and now was mere easy pickings for the much stronger Elisha.
“Please….I give up…you winnn” Brie shamefully pleaded while being paraded down every side of the ring ropes like freshly caught prey but Elisha was having none of it. While even she was somewhat impressed with the feistiness Larson displayed earlier, she had still clearly proven who was the tougher woman in the ring and wanted no doubt it anyone’s mind going forward who ended this match off. The crowd’s energy grew to a high as Cuthbert stopped her march smack in the middle of the ring before suddenly dropping down to both her knees and yanking down on Brie’s body bending her grotesquely backward over her shoulders. The crack of Larson’s spine reverberated throughout the arena as she went completely limp over Elisha’s shoulders and the ref called for the bell immediately.
Elisha kept Brie’s lifeless body draped over her shoulders for a few more seconds before unceremoniously dumping it to the mat face first and planting a foot on Brie’s upturned cute bubble butt and raising her fists high for the victory pose.
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Flashback: Sophia Loren bs Marilyn Monroe
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Oh yes, I remember that fight.
It was 1956, my first job as a waiter in the mansion of one of Hollywood’s most powerful producers. At that time I already saw female celebrities fight, mostly young starlets that clawed their way to the top by fighting in brutal catfights for the amusement of Hollywood jet set; but there were also established divas who fought to resolve their disputes or just for the pleasure of fighting. But the one between Sophia and Marilyn impressed me like no other catfight before.
You know, I’ve seen countless of celebrities catfights in my life, but that one is still one of the best of all time.
Not only because of the two fighters involved. I mean, Marilyn and Sophia were two of the world most famous and admired divas: the original blonde bombshell and the quintessential mediterranean beauty (and believe me: they were insanely beautiful, more beautiful than most people realize). But also because of the intensity and sheer ferocity of the fight.
They fought naked, as was the custom, and by the end of the fight their bodies were covered in bruises and scratches. Their skin was so glistening and their hair so soaked in sweat that it looked almost an oil wrestling match.
I don’t remember everything that happened in that fight, but I still remember the ending.
Marilyn was on top, sitting on Sophia’s belly. She had sunk her nails in Sophia’s tits and she was squeezing them with all her might. Sophia screamed bloody murder and grabbed Marilyn’s wrists, trying in vain to break the hold on her breasts.
Everybody thought that the italian was about to surrender, but Sophia had one last trick up her sleeve. She raised her legs, wrapped them around Marilyn’s midsection and pulled them back with all her might. Marilyn lost her grip and fell backward slamming the back of her head against the floor.
Sophia maintained her scissor hold crushing Marilyn waists and then used her hands to claw and scratch the blonde's helpless sex.
Marilyn tried to resist, but she was simply too tired to find a way out and screamed her surrender.
The producer stepped in, helped Sophia to get up and raised her hand in victory amongst the cheers of the audience.
Then Marilyn also got up and faced Sophia.
The two women stared at each other but despite the violence and the pain there was no hatred in their eyes; they both were born in poor families, both of them worked hard to become stars and they understood each other too well to really hate or despise each other.
Sophia offered her hand and Marilyn shook it before going back to her dressing room and leaving her opponent enjoy her triumph.
They only fought that one time, but it was enough to give birth to a legend.
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Love it! Thanks to The Italian!
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Very good story of two legends collide. Many thanks.
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Bella Thorne vs Sophie Turner
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Those who had been most fervently desiring for Bella Thorne's reign of terror to be brought to an end thought they had found their answer in Sophie, whom they quickly dubbed the 'Great Red Hope'. Turner had enjoyed a string of impressive victories right out of the gate, and it was widely hoped that she would be the woman to make Thorne taste bitter defeat at last.
Their hopes were buoyed in the opening minutes of the match, when Sophie launched an aggressive assault that had Belle uncharacteristically reeling. But such hopes were soon dashed as Thorne retaliated, displaying not only her own adept skill at grappling, but also reveling in a penchant for viciousness that swiftly overwhelmed Sophie. Before long, the 'Great Red Hope' was being agonizingly dismantled bit by painful bit.
Finally, Sophie had enough. Bella had two handfuls of her hair, held close to the roots on either side of Turner's head, with Sophie on her belly; Thorne planted a foot between her victim's shoulder blades and yanked her head back. Shrieking as she felts her hair being torn from her scalp, Sophie tearfully sobbed, "Stop it! I surrender!" Bella had yet another victory...but she wasn't finished quite yet.
"Hold on," she says, as if suddenly remembering something. "I do believe this is a best of three falls match!" It was no such thing, of course, but no one present was about to contradict the vengeful redhead. "N-no!" Turner whimpered, but her plea fell on deaf ears as Thorne hauled her back up to her feet by the hair, and then slung Sophie's nubile body across her shoulders. Displaying impressive power, Bella held her rival up in a torture rack, bending the anguished Sophie's body. Within instants Turner was howling, "LET ME GO! I GIVE UP! PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSE!" Without warning, Bella released her hold, and Turner tumbled to the floor with a heavy thud, and lay there tearfully moaning. "That's two," Thorne said as she raised two fingers up. "Do we suppose the People's Champion can get all three falls?" she mockingly questioned.
This time, she opted for a dollop of insult to injury, settling a facesit over the sweaty, make-up smeared face of her already vanquished foe. Sophie's muffled cries beneath Bellla's bikini-clad derriere went ignored by her tormentor, as did the frantic tapping of Turner's hands to Bella's thighs, visually signalling her submission. Thorne only consented to rise when Sophie's body went limp, indicating she had been driven into near-unconsciouness.
And still, the sadistic siren was not done with her prey.
"You're an insult to redheads everywhere," Bella sneered...although to be fair, that's likely an opinion she holds of every other redhead other than herself. But this insult made it plain that she intended to do something about it. Pulling the mewling Turner up to unsteady legs, she half-carried her into the bathroom off of the living room, where she had clearly prepared something beforehand. The door slammed shut and those in attendance could hear water running, along with the occasional "No!" weakly sobbed by Sophie.
Soon enough, the door opened, and out strode Bella triumphantly. After several long moments, out staggered a tearful Sophie, her sopping hair now dyed a garish blonde, allowed to be a redhead no longer.
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Nice photos to go with the ending!
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Nice work Jack. Sophie has cupcake written all over her.
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Was Hunter King the Next Big Thing?
In the not-so-distant past, this would have been a very simple, almost inconsequential question – the stuff of idle speculation for those with rather fanciful imaginations. Though the beautiful blonde had recently emerged as something of a sleeper hit on the daytime TV circuit, that only counted for so much in the minds of most people. Good résumé padding, perhaps, but not enough on its own to propel a girl out of obscurity and into the spotlight. The equation changed, however, when she managed to land a new prime time gig – suddenly, the question seemed far less inconsequential than it might have once seemed. With a steady string of wins already under her belt and her whole career ahead of her, it was no longer a matter of if – for most people, it had instead become all about how much she could achieve and how far she could go.
Lacey Chabert stopped briefly to ask herself that same question that had been on everyone’s mind. Running those same six words through her head, she smiled as she derived great satisfaction from knowing that she was not “most people.” In fact, from where she presently stood, both figuratively and literally, she had very good cause to be bearish about the blonde’s prospects.
The battle they had waged today in the apartment venue was almost at an end. Blonde and brunette contrasted nicely against each other in their fighting attire – Hunter wore a purple lace bra and panties with black denim jeans, while Lacey’s similar outfit was grey and blue respectively. That was where the resemblance ceased – what had originally promised to be a competitive match had turned into a rout. Hunter certainly had a considerable amount of raw talent and physicality, but that had not been nearly enough to overcome the advantages that Lacey possessed in experience and sheer viciousness.
Mauled physically and stunned psychologically, Hunter was now helpless as she slumped on her haunches next to a wall. Lacey didn’t dwell for long on her handiwork, and taking a secure hold on the blonde’s hair and right bra strap, she heaved the younger girl up to her feet and stacked her upright against the wall itself. Still clenching the undergarment tightly with her left hand, Lacey used her right to give her foe a rude backhand across the chest – Hunter wailed and instinctively crossed her arms across her bountiful bosom, hoping to protect it from further harm.
Lacey continued to use her handhold to great effect. She clapped a wicked slap across Hunter’s face, snapping the blonde’s head to the side – she then did it again, just because she could. The brunette then struck next to the body, sinking a breathtaking punch into the blonde’s tummy. Hunter blurted out in pain as the blow doubled her over, and reaching out blindly for Lacey’s shoulders, she pulled the two of them together for a clinch as she struggled to stay on her feet.
This tableau of the blonde and brunette with each other did not last long. By bringing her upper body in close with the older woman’s, she had unwittingly deigned to press her large, heaving breasts against Lacey’s equally impressive pair. Such an act was oftentimes taken to be a serious taunt, and this instance was no exception – Hunter’s actions were the equivalent of waving a red flag in the face of an angry bull. Lacey was quick to shove the blonde back up against the wall so that she could pay the younger girl back for daring to be so insolent.
Lacey’s right fist struck with ferocious power and great malice as it plowed into Hunter’s left breast. The blonde cried out plaintively as she took the agonizing blow, and again her hulking rack was bludgeoned by another identical punch – the loud and pitiful groans continued to come as Lacey now began to belt her bra cups earnestly with both hands. Hunter once again tried to shield her chest with her arms, but in her dazed state they were crossed too low across her torso to offer any meaningful protection. Lacey remained dialed in on her twin targets as she let her punches do the talking for her, giving the young blonde far more than she could possibly have bargained for.
Hunter had bared her throat and was starting to slump down the wall as her body succumbed to the pain. There was nothing coming back from her that could counter the brunette’s vicious depredations – and now that she had a metaphorical free hand to do whatever she wanted, Lacey’s next move was to sink her fingers into the flesh of Hunter’s battered breasts and savagely claw them.
The blonde’s voice rose sharply in pitch and loudness as her tits continued to bear the brunt of the brunette’s wrath. Lacey could hear a tone of helplessness seeping into Hunter’s shrieks – more than anything, the young blonde wanted her suffering to end, but in her current state she had no earthly conception of what she could do to escape as dire a situation such as this one. Lacey, on the other hand, was all too familiar with the terror on Hunter’s face – she’d seen it countless times before in the eyes of every opponent that she’d vanquished over the years. At the end of her rope, Hunter reached for Lacey’s wrists in an attempt to pry the brunette’s hands away, but this merely motivated Lacey to tighten her grip as she squeezed, crushed, and ravaged Hunter’s breasts even further.
Screaming was gradually giving way to sniveling as the final vestiges of Hunter’s fighting spirit were torn away by Lacey’s malevolent hands. “P… Please stop…” the blonde pleaded.
At last, Lacey’s fingers uncurled themselves from Hunter’s ravaged breasts, but the brunette was quick to dispel any notion that this was an act of mercy. Grasping hold of her opponent’s blonde locks with her left hand, she pulled down and forward on Hunter’s head while bringing her right arm up on a collision course in the same fluid motion. The quasi-uppercut landed with dramatic effect as Hunter’s face ran straight into the meat of Lacey’s bicep – her head and neck whiplashed violently as she tottered unsteadily, already out on her feet. Lacey caught her before she could fall and drove her leg up into the blonde’s midriff – the impact of her thigh drove the air out of Hunter’s body with one last gurgle as the younger girl sank to her knees in a daze.
Looming over her all-but-demolished opponent, Lacey paused for a moment to take stock of her handiwork. She once again took hold of Hunter’s hair and carefully manipulated the positioning of her head so that the other girl was looking upwards. Lacey gave Hunter’s half-asleep face a gentle caress, brushing aside the loose blonde strands that obstructed the view of her half-asleep visage. This superficially tender moment lasted only briefly – Lacey soon leaned forward to press her chest down against Hunter’s face while simultaneously encircling her arms around the back of the blonde’s head, pulling her in for a snug breath-stealing smother.
“Someday, they’ll fear you,” Lacey purred as she squeezed more tightly with her arms, “But for now, you’re just jug fodder.”
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Brilliant!! Amazing work by all, and indeed by Dradis. I loved that. Go Lacey!
Thanks heaps, folks!
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After far too long a wait, the Walkin' Dude returns! He sent me these gems last night, and because I'm so good to all of you, I'm going to share them, and not just keep them for myself. ;)
Nina Dobrev vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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Right knee planted square between her opponent’s shoulders, Nina adjusted her grip on Michelle’s jaw and reefed back on the Chinlock even as she pushed down with the rest of her weight. It wasn’t quite a Camel Clutch, but it caused a nearly identical strain and provided an equally salacious view of Trachtenberg’s grimy forehead and dirt-streaked chest. Pretty face lighting in a smile as Michelle smacked a petulant palm against the grass, Dobrev jostled her prey’s head back n’ forth and said, “Ya know, much as I like fighting in the penthouse or the ring, there’s something liberating about whooping a bitch in the open air, don’t you think, Mishie?”
Trachtenberg, who’d churning her legs against the cool grass in an attempt to slide out from under her attacker, paused and grabbed hold of Nina’s left wrist. “Is this what you call an ass whooping, buttercup? This isn’t even light yoga, far as I’m concerned. If you want to see an ass whooping, just wait thirty seconds and we’ll see how much you still love the great outdoo--OHHH, LET GO YOU WHORE!”
Dobrev had already halved the Chinlock, but only so she could apply a slow, crushing squeeze to the other woman’s right breast. The increased thrashing from Trachtenberg raised polite applause and a few titters from the well heeled crowd watching from a small cluster of shaded tables several yards away. Nina thanked them for their support by slipping her crushin’ hand under the dark green cup of Michelle’s top. “Got your nipple, Mish.” Dobrev cooed, as if the echoing shriek wasn’t evidence enough. “Think I’ll twist it until you decide to show me that ‘real’ ass whooping. Not gonna make me wait, are you? Not sure how much this little girl can take.” She emphasized the point with another savage twist of Trachtenberg’s bud.
Michelle wailed louder and reached up with her other hand, the flagging femme fatale desperate for a momentum-switching yank on her opponent’s dark locks. But Nina only drew her head back and smiled at the useless flailing even as she continued to roll, pinch, pluck and otherwise abuse the sensitive flesh.
“Ya know, I think you lied to me, Mish.” Dobrev said with a sigh. “You’re not gonna fight, you’re just gonna sit there and wail until I finish you off. If that’s what you want…” She pulled her hand out of Michelle’s top, prompting a sigh of relief from the beleaguered beauty. Alas, her pleasure was short-lived, as Nina shifted both hands to her hair and wrenched her head back at a savage angle.
“AAAARRRRHHHH BITCH! LEGGO OF MY HAIR OR I’LL NNNGGGHHHHMMRRRPPPPPHHHHH!”
Dobrev THUMPED Michelle’s panicked face into the grass, pressed down hard and scccrrrrrrrruuubbed her head back n’ forth long enough for those assembled to administer a polite (if not slightly boozy) ’TEN’ count. “Yeah, wrestling outside is better.” Nina opined after she’d shifted her weight and rolled Michelle over onto her back. “Lose in a ring and you can just roll out of sight. Lose on a beach and you look sandy. Lose in a penthouse? You look… scuffed. Out here though,” she spread her arms wide, basking in the late November sunshine, “Baby, you just look like a loser!”
Dobrev reached down, grabbed Michelle by the wrists and pulled her up to a half-seat. Then she put her right foot (clad in an appropriately sturdy outdoor sneaker) against Trachtenberg’s chest and began to STOMP away like she was trying to get some particularly stubborn dirt out of her treads! Durable though she was, Michelle’s reserves were nearing empty and she didn’t have nearly enough left to tug her wrists free of Nina’s possession. And so she kicked her feet, twisted her head and lost more and more wind as Dobrev put the boots to her boobs in the most emphatic way imaginable. After less than ten seconds Trachtenberg shook her head ‘no!’ and sobbed, “STOP NINA, JUST STOP! I QUIT!”
Nina grinned, braced her foot against that ruined rack and pulled her to a full seat before kicking out and letting go of her foe’s wrists. Michelle hit the ground with a heavy THWHUMP and pooled out in a starfish, the defeated catfighter forced to endure the hateful presence of that domineering sole as Nina ‘flicked’ her briefs back into place and offered the guests a gaudy double bicep flex. “Ya know the only thing I don’t like about fighting outside, Mish?” she teased with a taunting smile. “The bugs.”
Dobrev pushed up on one foot and twisted in a sharp circle, a final vicious scuffing for Trachtenberg’s tits to remind her and any other woman watching of Nina D’s claim as new Queen of the Great Outdoors.
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Melissa Benoist vs Amber Coney
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The corner was closing in fast, far too fast to make even slowing down a viable option. At this rate she could either stay the course and take the top turnbuckle square in the sternum or-- Melissa made a decision and whirled on one foot so that she took the roughly padded steel ring between her shoulders instead. The choice was meant to save her chest further punishment, whether or not it actually did so was up for debate because her opponent charged in half a heartbeat later and THWHUMPED the sturdy blonde stunner with a huge Leaping Splash that was all bugged eyes and tummy-on-tits impact.
“Nothing personal, babe.” Amber huffed in her foe’s ear after her feet returned to the canvas. “But I need to get my name out there and when the suits told me they’d lined up Super Girl herself, well, that means I go all out, ya know?”
Benoist was too short of breath to respond, so the curvaceous brunette grabbed the middle rope on either side of her target, reared back on her heels and unleashed no less than half a dozen Shoulderblocks to Melissa’s gulping midsection. The blonde’s backside was wedged up on the second turnbuckle by the halfway point, so Coney had to prize her loose before she could boost the CW super starlet into a breathless perch on the top rope. Pausing for a moment to mop sweat off her forehead and pump a fist for her small but dedicated group of supporters, Amber climbed to the second rope and quickly claimed her opponent’s bowed head in a Front Facelock. Then she tossed Melissa’s near arm across her shoulders, reached down and snagged hold of the blonde’s waistband.
Superplex at the ready, Coney dipped her knees and-- Benoist latched onto the top rope, anchoring herself in place. “Too late for that, baby.” the brunette grunted. “You’re coming down the hard NGH! NGGH! NNNGGGGHHH!”
In no mood to fly under terms other than her own, Melissa let go of the strand and started pounding punches into Coney’s ribs. The rather precarious footing meant Amber couldn’t escape the barrage without leaving the corner entirely and she clearly didn’t want to do that, alas, Melissa kept hammering away and eventually she pulled loose of the Facelock. Immediately grabbing Amber’s shoulders for balance, Benoist reared back and THWHUNKED a Headbutt between the brunette’s eyes. Coney reeled, but didn’t go down, so the blonde hit her again, then drew her into a Front Facelock of her own.
“I get it, I do.” Melissa noted as she hooked her foe in the same trap she’d so recently escaped. “I knew as soon as I signed on that the ‘S’ would make me a target. That girls were always gonna bring their A-Game to bring me down. Thing is, my A-Game’s better than theirs. And yours.”
With that she powered Amber to about three o’clock, then leaned forward and tossed her down into a long, unpleasant freefall that ended with the juggy tyro THAWHAMMING down hard on her face, chest and belly! The impact bounced her up and flopped her over, Coney landing so that the shadow of the corner post neatly bisected her tummy.
Flashing the smile that’d earned her a huge following in the last year alone, Melissa worked her way into a crouch and muttered, “Up, up and away, baby.” She took to the skies, pulled off a flawless toe touch at the apex and stretched out flat again right before she CRUSHED Amber’s upturned chest with a textbook Frog Splash. Amber’s legs flew up on impact but Benoist didn’t bother to hook either, instead she pushed up, swung a leg over and planted that famous symbol atop her foe’s flattened curves. With one hand braced against the mat, Melissa raised the other overhead to join the referee and the fans in counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell clanged and the victorious blonde pumped a fist but didn’t rise from her breathless perch. Super Girl might not have approved of such a tactic, but thankfully the CW suits didn’t care how Melissa fought, just as long as she won and managed to get the ‘S’ on her opponent’s forehead or tits at least once per match. Considering the number of flashbulbs going off at the moment, she thought this was a very good night’s work.
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Troian Bellisario vs Bella Thorne
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Bella’s arms felt like lead. No, that wasn’t true. Lead was inanimate and thus had no capacity to feel pain. At the moment Thorne would’ve given a great deal for a set of inanimate arms, because hers felt like they’d been stomped, squeezed, smacked, twisted, clawed and otherwise abused for the better part of forty-five minutes. She hadn’t understood the bitch’s reasoning from the get-go. Yes, a no-rules catfight meant there were NO RULES, but that meant you could claw a bitch’s eyes or twist her nipples with impunity. It didn’t mean she grabbed hold of your left wrist twenty seconds after the opening bell so she could whip your right shoulder into the doorframe of the master bedroom as hard as she could. It meant you could gag her with her own top or try to saw her in half from underneath with nothing more than her own bottoms, not that she stretched your left arm out flat on this soft, white carpet so she could STAMP on your defenseless bicep over and over and over again.
But that’s what’d happened since the ombudsman first dropped his handkerchief. And the hell of it was, Thorne couldn’t figure out why. Oh, she knew damned well WHAT the brunette bitch was doing, targeting a body part and wearing it down was a tactic Bella was intimately familiar with (though she much preferred targeting something most often covered by her opponent’s bikini) but this concentrated attack on her shoulders and biceps made no sense coming from a woman who’s primary finishers were Bella’s weapons of choice. So she’d prepared for Bodyscissors and Face Sits and thusly been off her game from the beginning.
Now, with her arms humming like tuning forks from shoulder to finger-tip, she was still no closer to understanding why things had gone as sideways as they--
”UUUNNNGGHH!” Bella’s back arched and her tummy shot off the carpet, or rather, it rose as far as it could with the surprisingly heavy curve of the brunette’s glutes against her hips. “Yuuuuhhhh… you sneaking cxnt.” Throne’s voice with thick with anger and pain as the lissome lovely above her went through the motions of securing her to the carpet with a taut Double Leg Grapevine. “You think you’ve won? You’ve just made the worst mistake of your pathetic little OOOOOOWWWWWWW FUCK!”
The brunette streeeeeetched her prey’s stems which was bad enough, however it was the forceful YANK on her wrists that really made Bella yowl. A woman in the back of the penthouse laughed, the sound high and cruel, clearly reveling in the redhead’s pain. Thorne thought it sounded like Victoria Justice and made a mental note to slap her across the face later.
Gritting her teeth against the growing anguish, Bella shook off the distraction and honed in on the cool, arrogant face looming inches above hers. “Get off me.” Her demand sounded suspiciously like a plea. “Get off me, TroiMMMMPPPGHHHHHHHH!”
Troian Bellisario released the redhead’s wrists, then slipped her arms under Bella’s traumatized biceps and neatly laced both hands over her foe’s mouth and nose. Not just an HOM Smother, the simple hold acted as a sort of Inverted Full Nelson that left Thorne’s poor arms draped limp and useless over Troian’s shoulders. Bella’s eyes went wide with the revelation, though oxygen deprivation took over immediately thereafter.
Troian only smiled and ground her hips into the redhead’s fluttering belly. “Make sense now, sweetie? Couldn’t have those nasty claws of yours tearing away at my face, not when I wanted you to look me in the eyes as you pass out.”
Bella groaned and thrust her hips up only to have them driven back to the carpet. Moaning as the sinewy brunette ground her against the shag like a troublesome insect, Thorne muttered something that sounded an awful lot like ‘Fuck You.’ Bellisario stretched the Grapevine a little wider and pinched Thorne’s nostrils that much tighter. “What was that, baby?”
A little bit of the usual steel flickered in the redhead’s eyes.
“Fuhhgyooou.”
Troi rose up and SMECKED her hips against the teenager’s crotch hard enough to make her wince. “Say again?” she asked sweetly.
“FUHGYOOOUAARRRGGHHHH NAAAWWAAHHH STAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Mere moments away from a knock-out victory, Troi ended the Palm Smother by sliding four fingers of each hand into Thorne’s mouth and pulling in opposite directions! Gagging and thrashing in the depths of this sadistic Fishhook, Bella somehow found the energy to smack her right palm against Bellisario’s left shoulder three times.
“GAAAAUUUU--GIIIIIIIVE! AYYYEE KUHWIT! JUHHHZZ STAAAAAAAAAAHHHPPPH!"
The ombudsman called for the polite little bell that ended the match and prompted a polite round of applause from the jet setters. Extracting her claws at once, Troi leaned back on her haunches, then slid forward and planted her undercarriage snug atop Thorne’s mouth and nose.
“On second thought, I don’t want to look at you.” Bellisario taunted the wide-eyed catfighter. “Sleep tight, loser.”
With that she clamped her thighs together and put her hands on her knees, completely blotting out Bella’s features until the last of her struggles faded away. Even then the victorious battler didn’t rise, choosing instead to enjoy the customary victor’s champagne from atop the slumbering redhead’s sweaty, smudgy and most of all, obscured, features.
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“Someday, they’ll fear you,” Lacey purred as she squeezed more tightly with her arms, “But for now, you’re just jug fodder.”
I believe the original Latin phrase for what befell Hunter is Jugged Out. :P
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Hey everyone, this is my first time posting in this thread, hope it's ok.
Emma Watson vs Sadie Robertson
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Nobody could believe what just happened. 20 minutes of Emma getting thrown around and now she was face-down in the mud, her top ripped to shreds, and her shorts pulled deep up her ass.
And sitting on top of her, hand locked in her hair and pressing down on her skull, was Sadie Robertson.
The “Duck Dynasty” star had seen Emma at a music festival and decided to call her out for a little mud wrestling.
It wasn’t just a little mud wrestling though, it was an absolute slaughter.
Emma, crying as hard as she’s cried in her entire life, is barely able to see anything with her face caked in mud, but what she can see are people with their cellphones up recording her public ass kicking.
Meanwhile Sadie has the look of a woman in full control. She drags Emma’s face across the mud at will, smearing the cold, brown mess all over the posh British actress. Emma offers little resistance and Sade is pushing Emma’s body around the mud pit at will.
“Now, let’s see if I can’t make this lil piggy oink!” shouted Sadie.
She picks Emma’s head up and plants her knee right into Emma’s ass. Sadie leans down to the actress’s ear and says, “Snort for me piggy!”
Emma breathes slowly and processes the demand. Sadie grinds her knee into Emma’s ass and pulls back tighter on her hair, “I said snort.”
“Oink… oink,” Emma meekly said.
Sadie pulled back tighter, “That ain’t no snort! I said to snort bitch!!!”
Emma took a hard swallow and then went, *snort snort snort* making as realistic a pig noise as she could, trying to please Sadie in the hopes that she’d be let go.
“Mmmmhmmmm now that’s a good lil pig!!” Sadie shouted as she moved onto Emma’s back, putting her entire body weight on her.
Emma dropped down to her stomach but Sadie forced her back up. Emma’s air in her hands like reigns, Sadie rode Emma around the entire mud pit, dragging the decimated girl back up whenever she collapsed.
Emma made it all the way around the pit before she dropped back down again. Sadie whispered in her ear, “Now, look up at all these people recordin’ and tell everyone that I just kicked your ass and we can get goin’.”
Emma looked up to the mob of phones recording her and said, “Sadie Robertson just kicked my ass.”
Sadie threw Emma’s face back in the mud, planted her foot on her beaten foe’s cheek and posed like an actress on the red carpet, soaking in all the attention.
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Celeb Fights, my friend, let me be the first to not only welcome you to the thread, but also to congratulate you for a spectacular debut! ;D
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Poor Emma! Getting demolished in a mud pit by a cable reality celebrity :D great work CF!
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Flashback 1931: Joan Blondell vs Clara Bow
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It had been a titanic match, with red-haired Clara defending her Hollywood catfight championship against the blonde newcomer, Joan. Their lingerie had long since been torn from their supple bodies, and their naked flesh glistened with sweat. Grunting, their hands were clasped together as they struggled in a test of strength. Slowly, the arms of both trembling from the strain, Clara began to force Joan down to one knee, the traces of a confident smirk growing on the redhead's lips as she foresaw impending victory.
But biting her lower lip, Blondell gives a guttural growl of defiance and, to the wide-eyed shock of her opponent, suddenly begins to muscle her way back up. Now it is Bow who finds herself being slowly driven backwards, even as she tries to dig her feet into the plush carpeting of the Beverly Hills mansion that is their battleground. In desperation, she brings her right leg up, pressing the sole of her foot against her challenger's belly, and suddenly ceases resistance. Thrown backward suddenly, she pulls the startled blonde with her, flipping the yelping Joan up and over, and sending her crashing to the floor on her back with a heavy thud. Blondell lay there groaning as Bow hurriedly rolls over to all fours, and then hurls herself at her prone target.
But the blonde is not as stunned as Clara believes, and in a blur of motion Joan swings both of her legs up, clamping them around the sides of Bow's head, and with a deft twist of her hips, throws the redhead aside onto the floor. Blondell moves with a speed that belies her exhaustion, throwing herself over and on top of Clara. The two voluptuous beauties, both snarling like she-cats, now roll back and forth across the carpeting, their bodies thrashing, limbs entangled as they each struggle for control. For what seems like hours...but is barely more than a minute...they are stalemated, with neither able to seize command of the contest for more than a few bare heartbeats.
But then, steadily, Joan manages to position herself behind Clara, until she's able to wrap her legs around the redhead's waist and lock her ankles. The crushing bodyscissors in place, the blonde next snakes one arm over Bow's forehead to keep her in place, while the other tightens across her alabaster throat, choking her. The redhead gurgles and wheezes, her efforts to escape alternating between her hands clutching in futility at the strangling limb at her windpipe, and her elbows slamming into the blonde's sides. Joan winces with each blow, but she refuses to relent.
Clara's struggles grow feebler as her glazed eyes are ever-more heavily lidded. Finally, with a gasping sigh, her eyelids flutter shut and she goes limp. Utterly spent, panting hard for breath, Blondell releases her dual holds and pushes the deadweight of her vanquished rival off of her. She then forces her body to rise up; she places a foot upon the undulating belly of the beaten Bow, as the master of ceremonies places the diamond-studded tiara of the champion upon her head, and Joan allows herself a beaming smile of triumph as the roomful of movie colony stars, directors and producers jump up and erupt into cheers.
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AH! The "classics".... As I look back... from the vantage point of history... during a commercial break from NBC's "Timeless" (paid product placement) it's easy to see how little celebrity fighting has changed over the past near century of competition. And I dismiss those prehistoric cave paintings in Spain (purported to be eyewitness reports of Raquel Welch "in action").
Oh, sure.... now we have message boards, Internet web sites and Y'all Tube, but the fact of the matter is that - when it comes to celebrities, at least - the how, why and where, really hasn't changed all that much in 100 years.
And it's all too easy to forget the "greats" who came before, so there's nothing like a big "shout out" to petite Clara Bow and Joan Blondell (check their pages at IMDB.com to learn more about their careers). Women who laid the groundwork for the celebrity fighting feds and MMA amazons who we all enjoy today in the comfort of our homes.... instead of having to stand around on some sandy Cali beach, a producer's back yard at a cookout, or under the broiling sun of a Hollywood back lot .... the only way most fights were available "back in the day" before someone (Ken Murray) started taking home movies of the fights. Then the studios arranged to film the action (but only for the private viewing of a select few 'insiders').
BOY, how times have changed! Nice job, and THANK YOU.
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I kinda think Sophie would win this one.
I kinda think Sophie could win this one too - obviously I don't disagree with the result, though, as Bella is very fit and malicious. Loved the write-up and the pictures absolutely helped really sell this one, but hopefully Sophie can return to being a redhead soon and win a redheaded rematch in the future!! :)
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Was Hunter King the Next Big Thing?
An excellent question and we have had the underrated Ms. King brought to our attention previously. We think in the near future she very well could be, but for today, Lacey Chabert declares the answer to be a firm and resounding "no." The future isn't here QUITE yet as Lacey proves gatekeeper in this excellent story from Dradis, who it is always a pleasure to see stories from! Awesome stuff and we hope to see more from Dradis, as well as Hunter and Lacey, in the future!!!
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After far too long a wait, the Walkin' Dude returns! He sent me these gems last night, and because I'm so good to all of you, I'm going to share them, and not just keep them for myself. ;)
Jackflash, your generosity knows no bounds! Thank you so much for sharing these with us as Walkin' Dude is indeed, a national treasure, and seeing these fantastic write-ups makes us appreciate his skill even more! All of these were excellent bouts and definitely well worth reading. Fantastic stuff and hopefully Walkin' Dude continues to share when he has an opportunity, though we know how busy he is with FAWN and such. It's like an early Christmas present in this thread, which is definitely the gift that keeps on giving!
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Hey everyone, this is my first time posting in this thread, hope it's ok.
Definitely more than okay - this was a spectacular debut and I have to say I was very impressed. I'm only a little bit familiar with Sadie Robertson, but after her demolition and humiliation of Emma Watson in a mud wrestling bout, I'll definitely have to keep her up on my radar! This was really fantastic, especially for your first contribution to this thread and we can only hope it's not the last! Keep up the great work and we'll look forward to more in the future!!
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AH! The "classics".... As I look back... from the vantage point of history... during a commercial break from NBC's "Timeless" (paid product placement) it's easy to see how little celebrity fighting has changed over the past near century of competition. And I dismiss those prehistoric cave paintings in Spain (purported to be eyewitness reports of Raquel Welch "in action").
Oh, sure.... now we have message boards, Internet web sites and Y'all Tube, but the fact of the matter is that - when it comes to celebrities, at least - the how, why and where, really hasn't changed all that much in 100 years.
And it's all too easy to forget the "greats" who came before, so there's nothing like a big "shout out" to petite Clara Bow and Joan Blondell (check their pages at IMDB.com to learn more about their careers). Women who laid the groundwork for the celebrity fighting feds and MMA amazons who we all enjoy today in the comfort of our homes.... instead of having to stand around on some sandy Cali beach, a producer's back yard at a cookout, or under the broiling sun of a Hollywood back lot .... the only way most fights were available "back in the day" before someone (Ken Murray) started taking home movies of the fights. Then the studios arranged to film the action (but only for the private viewing of a select few 'insiders').
BOY, how times have changed! Nice job, and THANK YOU.
Ginny, you are a connoisseur of classic cinema sirens after my own heart. ;D
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Holiday Havoc: Penny (Kaley Cuoco) vs Max (Kat Dennings)
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The never-ending war between the waitresses, West Coaster Penny and East Coaster Max, erupts in a special holiday-themed apartment catfight. Both battlers begin the match in sexy micro-skirted Santa's elves dresses, but those are quickly torn to shreds, leaving them clad only in novelty thongs: Penny's green thong has Naughty or Nice? written across it, while Max's red pair are scripted with Santa's Little Helper.
As usual in their battles, the two hellcats proved too easily matched for one to hold control of the brawl for long. As the fight passed the thirty minute mark, each had gone beyond their points of exhaustion, but their sheer hatred of one another fueled them.
Now they stood facing one another, swinging leaden arms and trading chops to each other's chest, each blow drawing a grunt of pain from the victim accompanied by a flying beads of sweat from their lush body as their battered bosoms bounced up and down. Suddenly, drawing upon her dregs of strength, Max unleashed three quick chops to Penny, punctuating each with a "HO! HO! HO!"...which may have been seasonal, or may have just been the brunette's opinions of her blonde rival's morals. Gasping heavily, a stunned Penny stumbles backward. A quick punt of Max's foot into the Californian's lower belly doubles her over, allowing the New Yorker to grab Penny by the hair and pull her head between the brunette's thighs for a standing headscissors. Adding insult to injury, she gives her compromised adversary's rear end some sharp slaps, eliciting hapless yips from Penny.
Next, Max leans forward and wraps her arms around her foe's waist, taking a deep breath in anticipation of hoisting her up and spiking her skull into the floor with a crude of potentially devastating piledriver. For the spectators, it appears as if this titanic contest is about to be brought to a crashing finish in the busty brunette's favor.
But Penny is nothing if not surprising. Showing an astounding burst of strength herself, she grabs hold of her tormentor's thighs and, with a roar, lifts her up off of the floor. In a heartbeat, she flips Max over her back, sending her thudding to the carpet, where she lay on her back, moaning and stunned. Letting gravity do it's work, Penny collapses down upon her rival, driving an elbow smash into her breasts, hammering precious air from her lungs. With her last vestiges of power, the blonde crawls top her adversary, pins her arms down over her head, and lowers her breasts down across the struggling Max's face. "Santa says you haven't been very good this year," the blonde rasps with a smirk. "He didn't have any coal to give you, so you'll have to settle for a pair of truly magnificent pillows instead." The brunette's muffled response is no doubt profanity-laden, but it's all the resistance she's able to muster, and soon enough even that eludes her as she is smothered into semi-consciousness.
Victory was hers, but the blonde wasn't finished just yet. Exhausted yet exuberant, she crawls on her hands and knees over to a velvet Santa's sack in the corner, left there for just this moment. Within she finds long tethers of velvet ribbon and a bow. She returns to the mewling Max, rolls her over onto her belly, and proceeds to bind her wrists and ankles behind her, hogtying the brunette with the ribbons. She then sticks the bow atop the beaten battler's head and, smiling, turns to the spectators and says, "Don't open this present until Christmas...of next year!"
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Jackflash, another magnificent story! Anything with Penny/ Kaley Cuoco rocks. Has anyone done a Penny vs Pria match?
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Jackflash - nothing says Merry Christmas like a good Penny/Max bitchfight! Great work as always and thanks.
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The two 32 year old TV stars were facing each other in front of about 100 invited Hollywood actors, actresses, producers and TV executives. The fight was arranged after Morgan and Markie had gotten into a brief shoving match during the football portion of Battle of the Network Stars TV show. The girls were asked if they would like to settle their dispute privately in a topless catfight. The rules would be no punching or scratching the face, no biting, and no eye gouging. Everything else was allowed and they would fight until one girl gave or was knocked out. Cheers and whistles echoed throughout the outdoor area as the fighters entered the fight setting which had been set up to resemble the gypsy catfight from With Russia With Love. The crowd noise grew as each girl removed her top and glared at her opponent. The fighters, Markie in pink bikini bottoms, Morgan in black, circled each other with their hands out like cat claws. They grasped each others wrists, pushed their tits together and the struggle began. They girls went to the ground rolling around concentrating on inflicting damage to the others breasts and trying to strip their opponents bikini bottoms. Each girl would deliver a body punch or two whenever possible, but it was evident that the fighters were intent on mauling the others tits, pulling hair, and trying to get at their opponents crotch. As the evenly matched fighters battled on, the crowd began to urge the fighters to strip the other. The fighters complied, and now the two sweat covered nude combatants faced each other, coming together each grasping at their rivals pubic hair. The girls now were screaming at each other as they fought for dominance. " I'll rip you bald down there bitch" yelled Morgan. "We'll see who's bald slut when it's over ", replied Markie. As the fight entered the 10 minute mark Markie was slowly gaining the upper hand on the tiring Morgan . Markie was on top of Morgan,one hand full of her hair, the other yanking at the struggling Morgan's pubic area. "Finish her, Finish her" the crowd began to chant. Markie lowered her breasts to Morgan's face and began to administer a seductive breast smother that has Morgan gasping for air. Morgan was kicking wildly , but to no avail. Morgan begins to mutter "I give, I give" as she is struggling for breath engulfed by Markie's tits. Markie rises, raises her arms in victory, looks at the crowd and glares at two of the spectators, Suzanne Summers and Lynda Carter. " Why don't you two bitches fight, and "I'll fight the winner next week?" The crowd cheers wildly as Markie walks out, and now begins to urge on a fight between Suzanne and Lynda.
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a few more photos
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Excellent "flashback" al2468! Thank you!
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Some of my favorite fantasy fighters from the 1980s, al2468! I used to think about Markie Post taking on Heather Thomas for "Queen of Fall Guy" or something. Thanks for posting.
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Much thanks for the kudos, friends. Rest assured, the Penny/Max feud is far, far from finished. :)
And I'm throwing much Morgan Fairchild love your way, al!
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Beyonce vs Nicki Minaj
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Most women couldn’t take on Beyoncé leg-to-leg, but as the famous pop singer squeezed her legs around Nicki Minaj’s right leg, the rapper squeezed right back as the two had locked into a mutual leg scissors. Their thick, dark legs were trembling and squeezing against each other, neither woman willing to give in and admit that her legs were inferior to the others. Still, the longer the two held on the more evident it became whose legs were better.
One woman’s face was twisting and grimacing in pain, her head thrown back in the air as she moaned out in pain. No matter how hard she squeezed her famous legs, she kept losing ground to her opponent. She could feel her legs getting weaker and weaker the longer the two were locked together and soon her right leg started to get absolutely crushed.
The other woman however was enjoying every minute of it. She made a point of challenging her opponent to a leg scissors competition, knowing that she had a clear advantage. As she squeezed and pumped her thighs around her opponent, a wide smile grew over her face. She lifted her hips to get even more leverage and pulled her opponent even closer. After a few more seconds everyone knew it was over.
Beyoncé’s legs had gone limp.
Nicki poured on even more punishment to the Queen B, shifting her legs from left to right at will, throwing Beyoncé’s famous thighs around wherever she wanted to. Then Nicki got up into a bridge and squeezed her opponent’s legs with everything she had. Beyoncé screamed out in pain, unaware that Nicki had even more power behind those legs.
The pop star slammed the mat hard, begging and pleading with Nicki to stop, “Please Nicki, PLEA-HE-HEASSSSE I GIVE UP! I GIVVVEEEE!!”
The crowd was silent; Beyoncé was up there begging for the fighting to be over. The woman that people worshiped was crying, and caught in a leg scissors no less. It was so quiet that only Beyoncé’s wails could be heard throughout the stadium.
After a minute or so of more torture Nicki let her rival go, but now it was time to gloat.
Nicki dropped her massive ass on Beyoncé’s stomach and slammed her booty up and down on her abs, forcing out involuntary grunts and groans out of Beyoncé’s mouth. Then Nicki shuffled her way up to Beyoncé’s face and planted her glorious gluteus maximus on Beyoncé’s face as the rapper gloated over her.
“You know my ass is the best bitch. My legs are the best bitch. And I’m the best bitch there is! Beyoncé, you just a stupid hoe!!!” and as Nicki’s ass gyrated all over Beyoncé’s face the Queen B started to fade, eventually going limp and getting KO’d between Nicki Minaj’s cheeks.
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Natalie Portman vs Kat Dennings
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Giada de Laurentiis vs Kelly Ripa
Jenny McCarthy vs Heidi Klum
Selena Bomez vs Miley Cyrus
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Nia Jax vs Alexa Bliss
Ronda Rousey vs Paige van zant
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Jlaw vs daisy ridley
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Katy Perry VS Nicki Minaj
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There were only two things bigger than Katy Perry's magnificent breasts tonight: her own pride, and the even larger breasts of her opponent.
Katy could tell she was in scathing water tonight as she found herself ensnared in a boob-to-boob bearhug against the beautiful, buxom Nicki Minaj. Most girls wouldn't dream of taking on Katy in a titfight, but the ebony rapper's massive DDDs had almost instantly engulfed Katy's less endowed Ds as the raven-haired songstress continued to groan from the pain. UGHHHHHH! she grunted as Nicki tightened her arms around the pop singer, forcing Katy's poor chest to sink deeper into her monstrous jugs. The audience was going crazy. Nicki's breasts were easily over twice the size of her opponent's, a fact which was not lost on Katy as she struggled to break Nicki's deceptively strong grip. As the fight was drew to a close, Nicki began to lean backwards as she slowly lifted Katy into the air, the pop princess's feet soon dangling above the mat in front of the photo-flashing crowd. She gasped audibly as her wonderful breasts were further crushed against Nicki's killer rack. Katy slapped weakly at Nicki's thick thighs.
Nicki, sensing little fight left in the singer, decided it was time for her signature move, the Boob Bomb. Still holding the limp Perry in her arms, she turned around to face the middle of the ring. Shifting Katy until the woman's breasts were better lined up against Nicki's own, she leaned forward and let gravity guide her to the mat. They landed with a loud slam, with Nicki on top as her huge breasts flattened Katy's into pancakes as the songstress wailed to the heavens. Her tits were ruined! Just when she thought the punishment was over, Nicki pinned her wrists to the mat and, in the biggest display of dominance, began to swing her giant breasts like two pendulums, knocking Katy's defeated globes across her chest. Katy screamed in agony, begging her to stop as she fluttered her watery eyes.
"Puh-luh-lease, Nicki! Please, I'm b-begging you, just jug me out and end this now, for the love of Go-o-od! You're... too... BIG!" she cried, barely able to form a sentence as Nicki's breasts bounced hers around like punching bags.
Nicki was nothing if not merciful. After one last particularly hard slap that almost knocked Katy's breasts into her own face, she shuffled her body until her ample jugs loomed inches from Katy's tear-stricken face. Katy's eyes widened as Nicki reached behind herself to unclasp her black bra, letting it drop on top of Katy's comparatively-outclassed brassiere as her massive, full chest spilled into the open. All Katy saw next was darkness as Nicki's breasts completely enveloped her entire face, cutting off the air supply to both her mouth and nose with almost a single jug. Katy's legs helicoptered wildly as she fought for breath, her arms pawing feebly at Nicki's thighs which were wrapped around her midsection. Katy's protests were muffled by Nicki's triple Ds but she refused to give the ebony goddess the satisfaction of her submission. In less than a minute's time, Katy had gotten her wish answered as she was finally jugged out.
God, I love these stories from Nicole S! Fun to read of Katy getting out-jugged.
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I'm loving the recent trend with nicki
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Kat Dennings vs Natalie Portman
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It was a quiet day during the filming of the first Thor movie, until….
“And by the way, why couldn't I have played Jane Foster?”
“Because no one could believe that a god would fall in love with someone like you.”
And so, what was intended as a joke was more than enough to sparkle a discussion between Kat Dennings and Natalie Portman. The discussion became a quarrel and the quarrel could have resulted in a brawl if the other members of the crew hadn’t stepped in. So the two actresses accepted a truce but the confrontation was just delayed.
So, just some days after the filming ended, the two brunettes, both clad only in bra and panties, met in a private motel room to settle their differences.
The fight was long, hard and brutal and soon both their lovely bodies were covered in bruises, scratches and the marks of slaps and bites.
But despite being an experienced catfighter Natalie simply didn’t have the stamina to resist to her opponent’s assault and she wasn’t able to resist as Kat pinned her on the floor and sat on her belly.
“And you call these things tits?” Laughed Kat as she took off Natale’s bra and started pinching and twisting her nipples “Please, I had bigger boobs when I was twelve!”
“Owwwww…..ssssstop…please Kat stop, you won! Let me go!”
“You want me to let you go? After you humiliated me in front of everyone?”
“Please Kat, I’m sorry, I…”
Natalie’s pleas were shut as Kat gave her a sharp slap on the face.
“I don’t give a shit if you are sorry, now I just want to have some fun”
Kat resumed her tit torture session, then she got up, took Natalie’s panties and dragged her on the bed forcing her to bend down with her bare ass sticking up in the air.
“God….look at this scrawny ass..” Grunted Kat pinching Natalie’s buttcheek causing her to squeal “And you think that a god would choose you over me?”
Natalie again tried to beg for mercy but as she opened her mouth Kat landend a powerful slap to her unprotected ass..
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Kat methodically spanked every square inch of Natalie’s ass until both buttcheeks were almost glowing red, as Nathalie couldn’t do anything but sob and plead her tormentor to stop.
“Well…that was fun” delcared Kat while admiring Natalie’s butt as an artist admires his masterpiece; then she proceeded to dress and leave the room while Natalie simply lied down on the bed sobbing and moaning.
“Oh and by the way” said Kat with a mischievous smile just before exiting the room “They have already decided that there will be a sequel to this movie…..I really look forward to work again with you.”
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Ronda Rousey vs Paige van zant
sounds like a good one
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Kat Dennings vs Natalie Portman
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It was a quiet day during the filming of the first Thor movie, until….
“And by the way, why couldn't I have played Jane Foster?”
“Because no one could believe that a god would fall in love with someone like you.”
And so, what was intended as a joke was more than enough to sparkle a discussion between Kat Dennings and Natalie Portman. The discussion became a quarrel and the quarrel could have resulted in a brawl if the other members of the crew hadn’t stepped in. So the two actresses accepted a truce but the confrontation was just delayed.
So just some days after the filming ended the two brunette both clad only in bra and panties met in a private motel room to settle their differences.
The fight was long, hard and brutal and soon both lovely bodies were covered in bruises, scratches and the marks of slpas and bites.
But despite being an experienced catfighter Natalie simply didn’t have the stamina to resist to her opponent’s assault and she wasn’t able to resist as Kat pinned her on the floor and sat on her belly.
“And you call these things tits?” Laughed Kat as she took off Natale’s bra and started pinching and twisting her nipples “God, I had bigger boobs when I was twelve!”
“Owwwww…..ssssstop…please Kat stop, you won! Let me go!”
“You want me to let you go? After you humiliated me in front of everyone?”
“Please Kat, I’m sorry, I…”
Natalie’s pleas were shut as Kat gave her a sharp slap on the face.
“I don’t give a shit if you are sorry, now I just want to have some fun”
Kat resumed her tit torture session, then she got up took Natalie’s panties and dragged her on the bed forcing her to bend down with her bar ass sticking up in the air.
“God….look at this scrawny ass..” Grunted Kat pinching Natalie’s buttcheek causing her to squeal “And you think that a god would choose you over me?”
Natalie again tried to beg for mercy but as she opened her mouth Kat landend a powerful slap to her unprotected ass..
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Kat methodically spanked every square inch of Natalie’s ass until both buttcheeks were almost glowing red as Nathalie couldn’t do anything but sob and plead her tormentor to stop.
“Well…that was fun” delcared Kat while admiring Natalie’s butt as an artist admires his masterpiece; then she proceeded to dress and leave the room while Natalie simply lied down on the bed sobbing and moaning.
“Oh and by the way” said Kat with a mischievous smile just before exiting the room “They have already decided that there will be a sequel to this movie…..I really look forward to work again with you.”
very good now for De Larentis vs Ripa
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Selena Gomez vs. Miley Cyrus: Bra & Panties Match
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Selena Gomez stood tall facing down on her opponent's legs flat on the mat. Her top had been torn off previously leaving her upper body clad in just a lace white bra, but now she had the advantage and the victory in hand; at least so she thought. Miley Cyrus lay flat on her back staring up between Selena's legs with her own top stripped off after a devious and sneaky low blow by Gomez that really knocked the wind out of her. Selena, supremely confident a win was virtually guaranteed for her at this point, slowly bend over grabbing a hold of both Miley's legs and yanking them up off the mat and reaching for the waistband of her black shorts. Selena got a little to cocky for her own good as she momentarily paused while bent over reading to strip Miley completely and win the match. Selena shot a sexy smirk wiggled her tight tush practically bursting out her skintight pink capri jeans; which she had chosen for this match because they were so tight on her they'd be so hard to strip off.
The tactic backfired. Miley looked up above her, saw Selena's wiggling butt practically like an invitation for some punishment, and Miley jumped on it. Well more specifically she rolled on it. In a flash Miley jolted her sticking up legs and feet latching them around Selena's upper body and rolled the shocked jobber over her head until the two girl's positions were reversed but in a much more embracing fashion. Selena's body was rolled up folded in half so that her perky butt was sticking up straight in the air while Miley shifted in a sitting down position with Selena's bent back legs firmly trapped under each her armpits and with her butt now planted firmly square on Gomez's suffocating face! In a matter of a few seconds the tables had turned. Selena tried squirming as she couldn't believe what was happening. She was finally so close to victory and now she was deadmeat. Or maybe not! There was still the issue of actually getting Selena's ultra tight jeans off; they were practically jean leggings with how much they clung to her long skinny legs and her perky ass like a second skin. Surely nobody could strip something so tight off me, Selena still thought even in a state of utter helplessness and panic.
This decision too would backfire for Gomez. The jeans were so tight that, trapped in this contorted and comprising position, a small rip would appear right in the crack of her stretched thin seam now wedgied up her buttcrack. Maybe if she was in another position nobody would have noticed, but in this unfortunate situation with her butt sticking straight up at the lights for the world to see, everybody saw the tear in her jeans seat. Miley could barely contain her glee as she gripped both sides of the tear with her hands and ripped a huge hole exposing Selena's bare bottom in just a lacy pair of white panties wedgied so deep up her butt that you could barely see it. Selena could be heard faintly squealing and yelping under Miley's wiggling and thrusting butt as Gomez heard the ripping sound, felt the gentle breeze on her bottom then followed by the crisp smacks of Cyrus's slapping hands for a mortifying spanking. The sight was comical with Gomez trapped in the most humiliating position imaginable with her pants seat ripped open and her reddening asscheeks jiggling like two firm piles of jello.
Miley continued the spanking but stopped before Selena would totally black out under hear. She then grabbed that big hole in the jeans and ripped the pants down her legs, over her ankles and off her feet for the victory as she slid off Gomez's body. The bell rang and Miley got up to her feet holding the torn apart capri jeans high in the air as a symbol of her hard fought win while Selena remained flat on the mat weakly moaning and groaning in totally humiliation that once again Miley had gotten the better of her. The victor waltzed around the perimeter of the ring while Gomez gradually staggered back to her feet her face wet with embarrassment and red with frustration. She sized up the oblivious Cyrus gearing up for a classic sore loser cheap shot, but stupid Selena, she’d totally whiff at her clothesline attempt as Miley effortlessly ducked under the swinging arm after she turned around. The momentum of the failed clothesline swung Selena’s body right into Miley’s outstretched knee nailing her in the exposed tummy. Cyrus then bent Gomez under with her head inbwteen her legs and arms locked behind her back before jumping up in the air only to land on her knees driving Selena face first into the mat for a classic pedigree.
The ring shook with the force of Gomez’s puny body thudding to the mat as she now lay totally out cold on her stomach with her practically naked tush sticking up for the world to see. She had thouroughly been squashed once again; at least if she just left the ring after being stripped she would have at least avoided this fate. But alas Selena Gomez’s catfighting career had been chock full of defeats like this and this time proved to be very much the same. Miley bent down to give Selena’s abused booty one more spank before leaving the ring and high-fiving fans down the entrance ramp; leaving Selena’s flattened carcass drop dead on the mat having been stripped down, spanked and knocked out.
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Charlize Theron vs. Michelle Rodriguez
after this, i think we need this fight
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Charlize is the new queen in town?
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Michelle is not the one to mess with?
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Erin Andrews vs. Katie Nolan
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Erin Andrews took one of her days of to visit the Fox Sports set to meet of with some of her friends while, "Garbage Time with Katie Nolan" was filming. It didn't take long for sparks to fly between Andrews and Nolan after a few catty comments about the latter's looks. Before long Erin realized that she was dealing with an amateur, Katie was less experienced and Erin was in much better shape, Andrews took advantage of these facts to dominate Nolan in the early-goings. Fast- forward about ten minutes and a crowd had formed around the two reporters, Katie was taking an absolute beating as her top had been torn off early in the fight, leaving her in a tight black bra and a tight pair of jeans.
"Stop, stop, STOP!" Katie shrieked as she backed up against her desk, covering her chest, looking for respite from Andrews' assault. Erin looked her terrified opponent up and down, Nolan was bruised and sweating profusely, whereas Erin had hardly even broken a sweat against her easily outmatched opponent. Erin shrugged her shoulders, "Go on then," she said as she directed Nolan past her. Katie looked at Erin, surprised that she would just let her go, before quickly taking Erin up on her offer and scurrying passed the older woman, covering her chest in an attempt to hold onto some of her pride as she made a walk of shame passed everybody. Just as Katie was passing Andrews a wry smile crept across Erin's face. She reached to her side and grabbed Katie by one of the beltloops on her pants, "On second thought..." Erin said as Katie froze dead in her tracks.
Erin yanked Katie back, tossing her towards her desk, slamming the small of Nolan's back against the hard wood, Nolan crumbled to the floor as Erin stood over her. With Katie down on all fours, Erin knelt down reaching her hands around to the front of her downed colleague to undo her belt from the front. Erin then stood back up and yanked the belt out from Katie jeans, "Pl- please, no. Stop," Nolan stammered. "Oh stop, there's nothing to cry about," Erin said with a laugh, "we're almost done anyways." Andrews pulled Katie's arms behind her back and tied them together at the elbows to restrain the beaten woman. Katie struggled against her newly fitted bindings, panicking once she realized the situation she was in, Andrews picked up a mug of coffee off of Katie's desk a took a swig. "Hmm, still hot," Erin said before abruptly pouring the coffee out onto her opponent. Katie screamed out as the hot coffee matted down her hair and covered her bare skin, "Hot, Hot, HOT!!!" She screamed out. Nolan had gotten to her feet, but struggled to see anything after being burnt by the hot coffee with her arms still bound behind her back. Just as she regained her focus Katie heard a whistle from across the room, behind some of the crowd, she looked across the room just in time to see Erin Andrews on the other side of the room balancing a football in her hand. Just then Erin fired the ball across the room, nailing Katie in nose, immediately knocking her out cold.
Andrews walked back over to Nolan to survey the damage, Nolan was face-down on the floor with her arms still trussed up behind her back, down on her knees with her upturned, jean-clad ass up in the air. "Only one thing left to do," Erin said to herself before grabbing something off of Nolan's desk, she knelt down next to the unconscious host, first pulling down her tight jeans, before following that up by pulling down Katie black panties, leaving both down around Katie's knees. Erin then took one look at what she had grabbed from Katie's desk, a Tom Brady bobblehead, she then plunging the trinket into Nolan's unprotected asshole. A final scream was elicited from the now fully awake Nolan, as Erin gave the only-exposed head of the bobblehead one flick, as the exaggerated head of #12 bounced back and forth slapping into each of Nolan's cheeks, before standing up and walking away.
GO RAVENS!
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Erin Andrews vs. Katie Nolan
"Only one thing left to do," Erin said to herself before grabbing something off of Nolan's desk, she knelt down next to the unconscious host, first pulling down her tight jeans, before following that up by pulling down Katie black panties, leaving both down around Katie's knees. Erin then took one look at what she had grabbed from Katie's desk, a Tom Brady bobblehead, she then plunging the trinket into Nolan's unprotected asshole. A final scream was elicited from the now fully awake Nolan, as Erin gave the only-exposed head of the bobblehead one flick, as the exaggerated head of #12 bounced back and forth slapping into each of Nolan's cheeks, before standing up and walking away.
GO RAVENS!
Oowch!!!
Not bad for a first post. Not bad at all.
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Lets be real here. We all know the Ravens are fucked against the Pats.
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Awesome stuff. Awesome, awesome, awesome. :)
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A full Michelle Trachtenberg story may just have to be in the works, 'cause I can not for the life of me seem to keep stories with her to a bare minimum.
Nor should you feel constrained to, my good woman! :)
Outstanding work, as always.
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Lets be real here. We all know the Ravens are fucked against the Pats.
You were not incorrect :'(
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Nicole, my dear, far be it from me to suggest that you don't follow your muse and gift us with a bounty of Trachtenberg goodness. Indeed, you'd make this a Christmas to remember if you were so kind. ;)
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Absolutely fantastic Nicole!! Love seeing some Keira Knightley!
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Michelle Trachtenberg VS Keira Knightley
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"I got you now, you bitch," Keira grunted as she wrestled with Michelle on the floor of the ring. Both girls, clad only in their brassieres, had been fighting for the last ten minutes, with neither girl able to secure the advantage. Eventually, a well-timed knee to the gut was enough for Keira to drop Michelle to the mat, Keira eager to see if her fighting prowess would improve with both girls now off their feet. "Alright, Michelle, let's see how you like getting your ass beat in your favourite hold!"
Keira next wrapped her ankles around Michelle's infamous legs, executing a ruthless Leg Lock as she challenged the strength of Michelle's lethal gams against her own. Keira bit down on her lip as she applied all the force she could muster, leaning back on her hands as she arched her back for leverage. The crowd was awestruck at the sudden musculature of Michelle’s lower body as the American girl began to flex her strong legs in return, neither girl caring if the other's legs were accidentally crushed in the resultant battle of supremacy. Michelle, at first only offering another strength to resist Keira's attack, now decided to end the entire match altogether. The lean muscles of her legs became even more visible as she applied substantial pressure on Keira's soon-outmatched legs, drawing a cry from the Brit as Michelle's trademark smirk resurfaced. Keira's eyes widened as she began to squirm, no longer wishing to do battle with Michelle's killer limbs.
"What happened to all that bravado from before, huh?" Michelle growled in a husky voice as she leaned backwards with all her weight in order to ramp up the pain. Keira began to beat the carpeted mat with her palms, desperate to escape the move she had initially engaged. Michelle looked her opponent in the eyes as she sneered at the reddened face of the pain-racked Brit, "How stupid could you be trying to lock legs with me? I mean, sure, we were pretty equally matched on our feet, but down here...? My legs could break yours in half and I wouldn't even ruin my makeup trying."
"UNNNFFFFFF!" Keira moaned behind gritted teeth as Michelle accentuated her last two words with another grueling flex of her thighs as she tightened her squeeze on Keira's legs.
"Although... if you prefer to end this fight without loss of limb, then all you need say are four simple words. 'Michelle's the better woman!' Four words and this can all be over." Michelle said curtly, blowing a loose strand of hair from her eyes as she breathed deeply.
"Wy don't you go fuck yourself, Mich--UGHHHH!" Keira grunted as she tried vainly to squeeze Michelle's legs with her own. Despite her admirable refusal to submit, no matter how hard she fought, she was only reminded of the American's superior lower body strength. She could feel her legs getting weaker every time Michelle pulsed her legs, and soon her head was thrown back as she wailed in utter humiliation.
"God, your legs are weak!" Michelle said with disgust in her voice as she barely felt Keira's resistance, "You Brits are all about being proper, right? Well, let a real woman show you how a proper scissors hold is done."
"No, wait--!" Keira tried to object but in a few seconds, the lean muscles of Michelle's legs once again stood out visibly as the starlet applied an agonizing dose of pressure to Keira's head with her dangerous thighs. Michelle gritted her teeth as she clamped her steel legs together with everything she had, forcing a titanic amount of force against the sides of Keira's face as she locked the brunette in a Standing Head Scissors.
"What's the matter, Keira; I thought you liked to squeeze! So, are you going to submit now and become my latest bitch?" Michelle threatened as Keira's tears wet the sides of Michelle's gorgeous thighs, "'Cause if you don't, I promise to God I will snap your neck right here, RIGHT NOW!" Keira had clenched her eyes shut as she tried her best to hold out, but the pain was more excruciating than anything she had ever felt before.
She couldn't tell if she was serious about breaking her neck, but Keira knew if there was anyone who could do such a feat with her legs, it was definitely Michelle. Bearing down with all the formidable strength her legs had to offer, Michelle added even more pressure to the hold, slightly annoyed that Keira had not yet offered her up submission. Keira's hands were slapping against Michelle's thighs for all she was worth, which became a convenient indicator of her fading consciousness as each hit proved weaker yet.
With each squeeze getting progressively stronger, Keira knew Michelle wasn't playing around. As tears continued to fall from her eyes, she swallowed her pride as she announced in a loud, but broken voice, her surrender: “I GIVE, I GIVE! ... MICHELLE, PLE-ASE, YOU'VE BEATEN ME, OKAY? I CAN'T COMPETE AGAINST YOU! YOU'RE MORE WOMAN THAN I'LL EVER BE!"
As Michelle stood up, her face a radiant smile of confidence, she quickly adjusted her pink top. She was so caught up in the battle that she hadn't even known the strap had fallen past her shoulder, exposing a good deal of her left breast. She glared down at the semi-conscious Brit, bending over until her ample cleavage was just inches away from Keira's gasping face: “I SHOULD finish you off after not saying what I've told you to say... but I do like the enthusiasm of your surrender. You really were born to be my bitch. Buuut, it is two weeks till Christmas and I'm nothing if not charitable, so... get out of here and don't even think about challenging me again, or next time I'll be sure to own up to my promise." With that in mind, she planted a leg on the side of Keira's body and, with a soft grunt, pushed the weakened girl right out of the ring.
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A full Michelle Trachtenberg story may just have to be in the works, 'cause I can not for the life of me seem to keep stories with her to a bare minimum.
I was definitely inspired by The Walkin' Dude's stories while I was writing this one, specifically his Trachtenberg VS Mack ones, which made me realise: I've never actually used Michelle's amazing backside in her fights at all. It would definitely open up a wider selection of ways to finish my stories, which I find myself struggling with lately. :P Anyway, I'm done rambling to myself.
Mind blowing! you are such a talented writer man Nicole, keep up the good work! Can't wait to see Mishy test her stuffs against Tay Tay. That'll be so damn hot!
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Definitely like to see more hunter
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Awesome work as always, Nicole! I don't really know this Hunter, but now I really want to!
Love your stories! And fantastic work by all! Thanks peeps!
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Yeah, I never heard of Hunter King before reading about her on this site but she's a good jobber. Excellent story as always, Nicole!
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Flashback 1941: Betty Grable vs Sonja Henie
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Proving that big things come in small packages, the two diminutive starlets tore into one another like wildcats. In addition to the instant animosity between Betty and Sonja, pride was on the line: both blondes were in competition for who had the best pair of legs in Hollywood, and tonight's catfight would settle that issue once and for all.
After a long and bruising battle, it looked as if the matter would be settled in Sonja's favor; the Norwegian ice skater managed to snake her steely gams around the seated American from behind, locking her ankles and squeezing for all she was worth. Grable's eyes went wide with panic and pain, as it felt as if she was being cut in half at the waist! (No surprise, considering that it was claimed Sonja could crush pineapples between her thighs!) "You may beg for mercy all you want, svekling," Henie sneered at her seemingly helpless victim. "But you'll get no mercy from me!"
But Betty wasn't about to beg, no matter how great the agony she was in. Instead, recalling a move she had used more than once as a scrappy and ambitious chorus girl, she threw her left elbow back, blindly slamming it into Sonja's jaw. The blow startled the Scandanavian, weakening her scissors a bit. The next two elbow smashes stunned her enough for her legs to snap open and for Henie to fall dazed onto her back. Had Grable been in any condition to take advantage of the situation, she could have won the battle then and there. But she was still reeling from the scissors, and knew she needed precious time to catch her breath and gather what strength she had left. Both lay on the floor panting heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat.
It took nearly three full minutes before the two beauties were able to get back into the fight. They battled to a stalemate for nearly ten minutes more, calling upon what few dregs of power they still had in their lush bodies.
Suddenly, so swiftly that the spectators didn't realize what was happening at first, both blondes managed to snare one another in headscissors. Both instantly began to moan from the pressure as the two most celebrated sets of gams in the movie colony squeezed for all they were worth. Their bodies trembled from the strain, and their moans became punctuated with sharp cries, followed by anguished mewls. One minute ticked by...then two...and still neither would relent. And then came a loud sob, followed by a pitiful sigh, and Sonja's body went limp. Immediately Betty knew she had won, but it took several more seconds before her brain could convince her legs to stop crushing her rival. When she finally did so, Grable very nearly passed out from exhaustion, but she rallied herself. However, she couldn't help but laugh at the irony that the now undisputed 'Million Dollar Legs' of Hollywood were too numb and weak to let her stand up and accept the ovation of the elite audience. One of MGM's top male stars tenderly picked her up in his arms and held her as the onlookers jumped up to applaud and cheer. All the while, the barely-conscious Sonja lay there on the carpet, a single tear trickling from the eye of the Nordic ice queen.
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Kaley and Laura has fought 10 years ago in an arranged apartment catfight when the young actresses were 22 years old. Now at age 32 it looked like they were going to go at it again. Kaley was telling anybody who would listen that she wanted Laura's man and Laura wasn't woman enough to do anything to stop her. The two finally met face to face at a party and Kaley walked up to Laura and said, " I'm going to take your man, what are you going to do about it bitch." " I kicked your ass 10 years ago and I will do it again", added Kaley. Laura smacked Kaley in the face "that's my answer slut." The girls attacked each other but were quickly separated. " I'll fight that whore anyway and any time she wants", said Laura. One of the invited guests approached the girls and offered his mansion as the setting for the catfight if the girls would start the fight dressed in sexy lingerie. The girls agreed and the fight was set for the next evening. The girls entered the huge room to the cheers of the 30 invited guests. Laura in black, Kaley in purple. The fighters charged each other throwing punches and grabbing hair. Now after 10 minutes of vicious fighting, the 2 scratched up girls were sweating and breathing heavily as they rolled away from each other trying to catch their breath. As they got to their feet, now completely nude as their tattered lingerie littered the floor, they put their hands out and engaged each other in a female test of strength. The grunts and groans of the two fighters echoed through out the room as they struggled to get the other down. Laura was slowly gaining an advantage as she forced Kaley to her knees. Kaley was losing and she knew it as Laura forced her to the floor and on her back. Laura got on top of her, grabbed some of the remains of Kaley's purple nightie, wrapped it around Kaley's throat and began to chock her with the garment. The helpless Cuocco was struggling for breath as the crowd urged Laura to "finish her." Laura did just that as she unleashed a series of punches to the face and head of Kaley. Kaley was out cold. It was over, Laura had evened the score from 10 years ago, and fought to keep her man.
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Great stories as always.
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Wonderfully done, al! Winning or losing, Kaley is always magnificent to me. :)
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Laura Vandervoort had been a guest on an episode of "Big Bang Theory" where she played an old flame of Leonard's. As Penny, Leonard's wife, Kaley Cuoco was supposed to be very jealous of the other beautiful blonde.
And jealous she was, even in real life. The whole cast and crew loved the sexy Laura and there was talk of making her a permanent member of the cast. That really set Kaley off and before long, a confrontation in the dressing room led to a legendary knock-down dragout battle between the two starlets.
But in the end, it was Laura sitting on top of an exhausted and beaten Kaley as she extracted an apology from the losing lady.
"Say you're sorry you started a fight with me!" Laura demanded.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!" Kaley babbled. "Now lemme go! Please!"
But the Nordic beauty was not quite done with her adversary. "Now tell me how much hotter and prettier I am than you!"
Kaley sobbed and sniffed, reluctant to give in so completely. But when Laura ripped off what was left of Kaley's shirt and bra and grabbed two handfuls of Kaley's bountiful boobs, she quickly capitulated.
"You! You! You're the hottest - I'm a pig compared to you! You're so gorgeous and I'm nothing! Now, please - lemme go! I soooo give up!"
Laura let her go then, but not until she gave one last good twist to Kaley's big breasts. The Big Bang Theory star screeched and sobbed but she didn't do anything to stop her tit torture.
"Let this be a lesson - don't start things you can't finish!" Laura told her with a satisfied smirk, then strutted away from the sobbing blonde.
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Megan Fox was bent over at the waist, her tight, yoga pants-clad ass on display for the small collection of producers on the Transformers movie franchise. Unbeknownst to the trapped brunette, her conflicts with hack director Michael Bay had come to a head and she was called to a meeting just after finishing an intense workout. Upon entering the small conference room, Megan was ambushed by her would be successor from behind; the tall model grabbed Fox by her her hair and the waistband of her pants, using said grip to spin and throw the short brunette hard into the far wall opposite the seated audience.
Megan winced in pain upon impact but spun around expecting another blow and braced for it, unfortunately for her, Rosie managed to thread her thigh underneath Fox's arms and ram the thickness of her thigh hard into the brunette's midsection, causing her to gasp and stumble forward, right in between Rosie's gaping legs. Laughing wickedly as her plans come to fruition, Whitely reaches behind her to grab hold of Megan's black hair to pull her head tight into her crotch before slamming her thighs shut around the American's skull.
Taken completely off guard, and having her head quickly and painfully trapped by a set of strong thighs, Megan was immediately in panic mode; she first gripped the back of Rosies' thighs, trying to scratch and pull her way free, but the statuesque model held her ground and even went on the offensive, pulling Fox's shirt up to reveal her sweat-slicked back before pulling down her yoga pants and showing off Megan's pale backside.
Try as she might, Megan couldn't budge the strong thighs encompassing her head and Rosie took no mercy on her trapped foe by dropping down to her knees and driving Fox's face hard into the canvas, knocking her stupid. Rosie then winked at the gathered producers while crawling up Megan's body. "So do I get the part now?" She asks with a wink as her crotch covers Fox's mouth and nose. "Or do I need to give you a show?" Rosie asks while forcefully sliding her moist pussy over Fox's struggling face.
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The hate that exists between Miley and Emily dates back to their teen years on the Hanna Montana show. Now as young women, they are approached to finally settle their issues woman to woman in an apartment catfight as part of a New Years eve Catfight event. " I would love to rip that slutty whore apart," answered Emily. " I made that no talent bitch, I'll scratch her eyes out ", replied Miley. The girls entered the room to the cheers of the crowd, Miley in pink, Emily in blue. The girls removed their bras, walked toward each other and went chest to chest in a pre fight stare down. "Your tits are no match for mine," said Emily. "I'll rip them off," responded Miley. 8 minutes into the fight it was quite obvious that the crowd was favoring Emily as they were chanting her name as the tiring fighters stood in opposite corners trying to catch their breath. True to her word, Miley had mauled and scratched up Emily's tits, while Emily had cut Miley"s lip with some vicious punches. Someone in the crowd threw a piece of rope into the fight area and said, "use it as a weapon." Both girls went for the rope and they fell to the floor trying to gain control of the weapon. A tug of war ensued as each girl held one end of the rope trying to pull her opponent in close to finish the fight. The grunting Emily was slowly pulling the screaming Miley into arms length. In a perfectly timed maneuver Emily pulled Miley in close, dropped her right hand from the rope and landed a tremendous right that put Miley flat on her back. Emily was on her like a cat throwing punches that had the helpless crying Miley begging for mercy. "Finish her," Finish her ", was the chant from the crowd. Emily took the rope, wrapped it around Miley's throat applying pressure as Miley's screams and sobs echoed the room. Emily was pulled off the defeated Miley. Emily paraded around to the cheers of the crowd, Miley had to be carried off to her dressing room.
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Maisie Williams and Sophie Turner vs Sara Hyland and Ariel Winter
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“This is so funny.” giggled Maisie Williams as Ariel Winter squeald in pain after another squeeze of her already sore breasts. The “Game of Thrones” actress was already causing a lot of damage to her opponent with a tight locked rear body scissor but she simply couldn’t resist to attack a tempting target like Ariel’s boobs and grabbed and squeezed them with all her strength.
“Oh yes it is. But don’t get cocky, they aren’t all pathetic like these two.” Answered Sophie Turner while casually applying more pressure to the bearhug she was using to crush Sara Hayland’s ribs.
Some days earlier Maisie asked her friend Sophie to introduce her in the celebrity fighting circuit, so the redhead contacted another couple of famous TV “sisters” to arrange for a “friendly bikini wrestling practice match” to take place in a rented gym after the closing tim. But, as the fight went on, it was quite obvious that Maisie was more than ready for her career as a fighter and also that the british girls had a pretty devious concept of “friendly match”.
“Ok, playtime is over. Time to finish off these wimps” Sophie released Sarah who slumped on the mat. “Show me what you got.”
Maisie released her hold on Ariel and forced her on her feet.
“Sorry Ariel, this is gonna hurt a bit” said Maisie. Then she locked her busty opponent in a front facelock and executed a picture perfect jumping DDT.
“Nice! That’s pretty effective, and looks cool too!”
“I knew you would like it! Hey, look. Someone is trying to leave the party”.
Indeed, an aching Sarah was trying to exit the ring, but Sophie grabbed her and dragged her back in the center of the mat
“Please Sophie….let me go….” Pleaded Sarah.
“Oh don’t worry sweety, it’s almost over.”
Sophie delivered a brutal knee strike to Sarah's unprotected belly and when the american doubled over, she placed her opponent’s head between her own thighs grabbed Sarah’s waists, lifted her and then slammed her down with a devastating powerbomb.
“Wow….that’s pretty brutal…” Said an impressed Maisie. “So….it’s over now?”
“Well…in a simple wrestling match you only need to pin them for a three count” Explained Sophie “But sometimes, you have put up a little show for the audience:”
Sophie stepped over the nearly unconscious Sarah and sat down on her face, her crotch covering Sarah’s mouth and nose. Maisie did the same but as she sat down on Ariel’s face she let a squeal of surprise.
“What’s the problem?”
“Feeling her brething and moaning on my pussy feels….strange…” Maisie almost blushed as Sophie laughed
“Yeah right…” Smirked Sophie. “Now, the important thing is that her face remains upturned, so you can suffocate her, just enough to make her pass out. But this is not only a submission, is also a way to show the bitch who is the better woman, so take your time, grab her hair to control her…let her take a breath or two…”
Meanwhile, as she was practicing Sophie’s instructions, Maisie realized that the feeling of Ariel's face under her crotch was more than just strange and almost unconsciously she started to grind her pussy on Ariel’s features making the busty actress’ nose and lips rub faster and faster against her own bikini covered labia. Sophie realized what was happening, but she just giggled as Maisie exploded in an orgasm that left a clearly visible moist spot on her panties.
When Maisie realized what happened she sprang on her feet with an embarrassed look on her face and Sophie’s giggle became a loud laughter.
“Oh, don’t worry Maisie, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. We have all been through this.” Said Sophie as she embraced her partner “Beside, this is exactly the kind of show that the people want to see.”
“So…what are we going to do with these two losers?” Asked Maisie trying to regain her composture.
“Oh, we just leave them here. If they are lucky they will wake up before the customers arrive tomorrow morning”
“Yes it would be a shame if someone see how much of a wimp they are” said Maisie with a devious smile that Sophie clearly noticed.
The two british girl chuckled as they stripped their opponents and used their bikinis to tie them in the center of the ring and Maisie added insult to injury by pulling her cum soaked panties and forcing them in Ariel’s mouth.
“So…have you already decided your first official opponent?” Asked Sophie as they headed for the locker room.
“Well….I always hated that bitch from Doctor Who…”
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This could Go a few ways. First Sophie could fight a doctor Who girl like Jenna Coleman or what would be fun is that Sophie turns around and decks Maisie who was in an episode of Dr Who.
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happy holidays to everyone who has contributed to this thread. special shout out to JACKFLASH JUMP who originated this amazing blog. it is by far the best on the entire forum.
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Many thanks, al, and happy holidays to one and all! :)
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Kristen Stewart vs Emma Stone
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Emma gave a gurgling sound, her blue eyes glazing over, as Kristen tightened her rear naked choke. Despite a valiant effort, it seemed clear that the redhead was destined for defeat. A voice from the onlookers encouraged Stewart with, "Finish her!"
A few more moments of her stranglehold, and the brunette would do just that. But instead, a wicked smirk came to Kristen's face, and she released her hold, allowed the liberated Stone to sink to her knees, gasping and wheezing for precious air. But this was no act of mercy on the part of the chestnut-haired hellion.
It was an open secret that Kristen was preparing to level another challenge at her arch-nemesis, Emma Watson. A victory tonight would give her a nice bit of momentum going into that fight...but a simple chokehold lacks excitement. And so, Stewart decided to add an exclamation point to her win.
Grabbing Stone by the hair and pulling her back up to her feet, she shoved her hapless opponent's head between her thighs, and wrapped her arms around Emma's waist. And with a grunt through gritted teeth, Kristen lifted her adversary up off of the floor, holding her body vertically for several long moments. And then the brunette dropped down onto her butt, spiking the crown of Emma's skull into the floor with a piledriver. The redhead was unconscious before her ragdoll body flopped to the carpet.
Stewart didn't even bother with the symbolism of a covering pin...everyone in that room knew she had won anyway. And her victory sent a very pointed message to a certain English lass who was soon to again cross paths her Kristen....
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emma stone is too hot,Scarlett Johansson vs Emma Stone will be awesome
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emma stone is too hot,Scarlett Johansson vs Emma Stone will be awesome
I'd like to see that one myself
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merry Christmas all
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Happy Holidays to one and all!
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Holiday Havoc: Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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The idea was that various Hollywood starlets would be asked to dress as "Santa's Little Helpers" at one of the most posh Christmas parties of the season. It was a good idea, but for the fact that whomever put together the invite list wasn't privy to the inner-workings of LA's elite female celebrity catfighting circle. If they were, they would have known that under no circumstances are you to put Michelle Trachtenberg and Amanda Seyfried in the same room together.
Inevitably, tensions escalated between the two arch-rivals, going from glaring daggers at one another to trading catty comments, then erupting from screaming insults to a full-blown brawl, all in under ten minutes. The other partygoers did nothing to separate them; some had seen the two beauties battle in the past, and knew how magnificent their confrontations were, while the rest considered it the best Christmas present possible to have an impromptu fight blossom before their eyes.
For more than twenty breathtaking minutes, Seyfried and Trachtenberg battled relentlessly, each brilliant in both offense and defense. The result was a stalemate, with neither battler able to seize control of the fight. Both were pushed to the point of exhaustion, yet they drove themselves ever harder. The hatred each shared for the other fueled them on.
But as the minutes ticked on, it became apparent that Michelle was gaining the upper hand, and Amanda was struggling. The end seemed at hand as Seyfried was driven to her hands and knees at the base of the Christmas tree, panting heavily, as Michelle stood before her, ready to deliver the final blow. "You're on Santa's naughty list," the brunette said. "I'm here to give your lump of coal."
In desperation, the blonde grabbed at the branches of the tree, tugging them and sending the ornament-laden Douglas fir tumbling down...directly atop Trachtenberg. The brunette was flattened to the floor, the tree upon her. By the time she was able to drag herself out from under and free herself of serpentine garland, she was met with a kick to the side of her head from the recovered Seyfried. With a pained groan, Michelle fell face-first to the carpet, and the sneering Amanda grabbed her wrists and dragged her out to the center of the room, then flipped her over onto her back. The brunette tried to sit up, but a stomp to her chest pressed her onto her back again. Looking down at her dazed rival, Seyfried says with a wicked grin, "On his naughty list? Honey, I'm at the very top of the list."
She then flips up her leather miniskirt, displaying the satin panties that say 'Bad Girl' across the butt, and she proceeds to sit that butt down upon Michelle's face. Trachtenberg squirms beneath her tormentor, but lacks the strength to throw her off. Her body trembles, until it ceases moving altogether. With a victorious smile, Amanda crawls off of her defeated nemesis, and then starts to tug at Michelle's elf garb, tearing it off of her. "Time to unwrap the present," the blonde says with a giggle, stripping her nude. But then, with a manufactured air of disappointment, she says, "Awww, nobody wants this. I hope somebody saved the receipt so I can take it back for a refund." With that, Amanda stood up and accepted a glass of champagne, leaving Michelle's sweat-soaked naked body slumbering on the floor.
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Go Aly go! ;D
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The rules of the match were set. Jennifer (35 years old) would fight Kim (36) - Ashley (31) would fight Khole (32). The fights would take place simultaneously in an outdoor setting. The two fights would be to a knockout or to the finish. No rules, anything goes. The victorious fighter in one fight may not jump in on the other fight if it was still going on. As soon as the second fight was over, then the victorious sister from the first fight may immediately go after the victor of the other fight if necessary. The sisters paired off, locked fingers and the fights were on to the cheers of the crowd. It was obvious that the crowd was definitely pro Tisdale, and anti Kardashian. As the fighters rolled around tearing into each other it was apparent that Ashley was having her way with Khole maintaining the top position and applying painful headlocks, slaps to the face and breast mauling tactics that had Khole close to tears. Jennifer and Kim was another story as neither girl could maintain a distinct advantage as they clawed each other rolling around the grassy fight area. 7 minutes into the fights, Ashley finished off the sobbing Khole with a couple of punches to the face, breaking her nose in the process. The bloodied Khole was out cold. Ashley rolled off the defeated Khole and began to cheer on her sister, ready to attack Kim if Jennifer lost. At the 10 minute mark it looked like Kim had gained the upper hand as she had Jennifer pinned beneath her, her breasts applying a suffocating smother to the struggling Jennifer. It looked like it was going to be Ashley v Kim to decide this. This is when Kim made a terrible mistake. Instead of finishing Jennifer with some punches or chock hold, she continued to try to defeat and humiliate her with her breast smother. The desperate Jennifer sank her teeth into Kim's boob drawing blood. The shocked Kardishian cried out in pain as blood rolled down her boob and stomach. Jennifer followed with a vicious right to Kims jaw knocking her on her back. Jennifer, mustering all the strength she had , jumped on Kim, grabbed two handfuls of hair and began to bounce Kim's head off of the ground. "Don't stop, finish her," the crowd yelled. Jennifer continued this until Kim was knocked out. The Tisdale sisters pranced around as the crowd cheered them wildly. The Kardishian girls were taken to the hospital .
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Katie and Mila, the two hotties win, and so do we all. Thanks for the hot stories.
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Brilliant, Scratchy! Awesome to see Hayley Atwell, and well done.
Thanks to all, in fact! This thread continues to be a winner.
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I hope you don't mind that this is only a picture, instead of a story. After all, a picture is worth..., lol.
Felicity Jones finishes off her opponent. I'll leave it up to your imagination as to who the lady tied in a pretzel is.
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Brilliant, Scratchy! Awesome to see Hayley Atwell, and well done.
Thanks to all, in fact! This thread continues to be a winner.
yes it does at that
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Adriana Lima vs Irina Shayk
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To quote a movie “Well…that escalated quickly.”
It was enough that a guest made a comment about how much the two supermodels looked alike.
The comment sparked some jokes between the two of them, but soon the jokes became catty remarks, the remarks became insults and soon a posh party became a school yard as the guests circled the two arguing models and a “Fight! Fight! Fight!” chant ensued before finally, with a scream of rage, the two exotic brunettes launched at each other and buried their hand in their opponent’s mane.
It was a fight without strategy or technique, both models only wanted to inflict as much pain as possible as they rolled on the floor exchanging slaps, scratches and bites.
Soon perfect hairdos were ruined, expensive gowns shredded and no part of their sultry bodies was immune to some form of abuse.
In the end there wasn’t even a real submission: Irina simply ceased to respond to Adraiana’s attacks. Maybe she was too tired to fight back or she simply lost the will to fight, she only bawled pathetically as Adriana maimed her. Then, for some reason, Adriana focused her attention on Irina’s feet as she sat down on Irina’s back facing her legs, grabbed her feet and started to chew them like a dog on a bone. Toes, soles, heels….no element of Irina’s lovely appendages was spared from Adriana’s primal fury as the Russian beauty pleaded her opponent to stop torturing her.
Finally, some guests decided that Adriana had to be stopped and forcefully separated the Brazilian hellcat from her victim.
However, as the two women went separate ways no one missed the hateful glance they exchanged and that both of them knew that Adriana won that battle, but the war had just begun.
P.S.
I hope you enjoy my stories and, as always, sorry if I made any mistake.
I take this opportunity to wish you a Happy New Year and to give you all my best wishes for the upcoming year.
Or in the immortal words of Eddie Murphy....
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Excellent work, my Italian friend. Lima doesn't seem to get much love on this board but I think she's one of the hottest VS models ever. And Happy New Year to you and all the fans on this site!
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Hayley Atwell v. Scarlett Johansson
Scarlett threw her head back and pushed her hair away from her face with one hand so she could see better while the other reached behind her and grabbed the first thing she could find which happend to be a bottle of champagne. With a scream of rage and exhaustion she swung and released it in Hayleys direction. The brit ducked and the bottle hit the wall behind her, shattering and splashing fizzing liquid all over the wall. Before Scarlett could find another bottle behind her, Hayley started moving towards her and the for the moment blonde actress pushed herself off the table to meet Hayley half way. The two had been involved in an argument now for the better part of 15 minutes and both were showing signs of slowing down. Their hair a mess from behing pulled and yanked in all directions, perfetly moisturized skin scratched, shoes lost during the struggle leaving them both bare footed, and their dresses now no more than a pair of torn rags hanging off their shoulders. Moving towards each other, the two grabbed each other in a tired bearhug, trying to brush the breath out of the other as they whined and hissed slurs in each others ear, their faces cheek to cheek now their makeup smearing.
"Giveeeee" Scarlett groaned in Hayleys ear
"No youuuu" Hayley groaned back in Scarletts ear. What had started out with the expectation of a quick slap down and the ability to return to the party within minutes had turned into a gruelling grinding down of each other since neither had the strength to knock the other out or to make the other submit. Slowly, slowly, the two sunk down to their knees and from there on to their sides where they broke the bear hug and went at it with tooth and claw, rolling around on the floor fighting with tooth and nail as their desperation mounted. Nails scraped skin, fingers tugged on hair, hands stretched underwear, knees knocked against legs, teeth sunk into faces as the two rolled over and over hissing and sobbing in pain Finally the two came to a stop as both women could take it no more and lay there side by side gasping for air unable to knock the other out or make her submit, forced to admit to a draw. Having spent all this time and energy and destroyed each other so both were unable to return to the party, both knew this was not the end.
Great matchup. I'm disappointed that I didn't think of it with both of them being in the MCU.
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sorry for responding late - i was withou internet for a few weeks - Hunter King is sometimes on the show "Life in Pieces" and daytime drama "Young and Restless" she has a younger sister Joey King who was in a movie with Selena Gomez and will be 18 in 7 months
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New Year's Eve: Penny vs Max
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Their Christmas-themed fight earlier in the month having been such a tremendous success, it came as no surprise that the powers-that-be in the apartment wrestling league brought New York waitress Max and Los Angeles waitress Penny back together for New Year's Eve. The setting is a penthouse high above Chicago, and both battlers begin garbed only in matching white bikini bottoms. Given the animosity between the two arch-rivals, and their fierce desire to begin the new year with a victory over the other, the intensity of this battle is at a fiery peak. And as in all of their previous encounters, the two buxom beauties are so evenly matched that neither can hold the upper hand for long. Inevitably though, exhaustion and frustration will lead to one making a small, almost imperceptible error...the only question being whether her nemesis will be able to take advantage of it.
After a grueling 45 minutes of battle, they are still at a stalemate, although Penny has control for the moment: From behind, the blonde has wrapped her arms around Max's chest, crushing her breasts with a reverse bearhug. The brunette moans and gasps for air, as the West Coaster gives a wry half-smile, permitting herself to believe that she might at long last have victory in her grasp.
That belief is tested a moment later, as Max smashes her right heel down onto Penny's toes, causing the startled blonde to yelp and relax her grip. And Penny's hopes of victory are severely dimmed as the brunette next throws her head backward, the back of her skull slamming flush between her opponent's eyes. Suddenly badly stunned, the blonde's arms fall away from her rival and she stumbled back a few steps. Barely taking more than half a moment to draw a full breath, the East Coast battler suddenly whirls around, delivering with a sharp CRACK a chop across the blonde's bare breasts, causing them to bounce wildly as Penny yips in pain.
Max presses her hard-earned advantage, throwing a finger thrust into Penny's belly between her naval and her bikini line, causing the blonde to double over with a whoosh of expelled air. Adrenaline pulsing through her veins, the brunette then dips her knees and pulls her rival across her shoulders, lifting her up in a fireman's carry as she stands upright. Max then begins to whirl around and around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an airplane spin. Her senses left reeling, Penny yowls in distress.
Finally bringing an end to her dervish-like spinning, the brunette SLAMS her foe down, Penny's body bouncing once on the carpeted floor, and then she lay there groaning, eyes glassy and unfocused. Sitting atop her arch-rival with a schoolgirl pin, Max smiles as she leans forward, her breasts teardroping down, allowing her to slap them again and again across the hapless blonde's face, taunting and humiliating her. "Ding dong," Max purrs. "Time to ring out the old and ring in the new." And with that, she presses herself down, her breasts completely enveloping Penny's face, the satiny-flesh slick with sweat and forming a perfect airtight seal. The blonde squirms desperately beneath her oppressor, but lacks the strength to throw her off. Soon enough, Penny ceases to move altogether, as she sinks into slumberland and defeat.
Rising triumphantly, Max places a foot atop the heaving chest of her fallen foe, as a sash reading MS. NEW YEAR is draped across her, and she is handed a glass of Dom Perignon. Recalling the humiliation she had to suffer after their last encounter, with the victorious Penny hogtied her with velvet ribbons, the brunette had brought those selfsame ribbons with her tonight, and now called for them.
When she finally comes to with a mewl, Penny discovers that her conquest did not end with her defeat: Instead, she finds herself draped backward across an ottoman, her wrists and ankles bound to the legs, and Max's crossed feet resting upon her belly, for tonight's winner is relaxing in a leather chair, and using her hated rival as her footrest!
"It's going to be a great year," Max sneers with a cruel smirk on her face.
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Love it!
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"Cut, Cut, the director yelled, stick to the script girls." The young blond and young redhead glared at each other their hands on their hips as the director tried to convince them to stop trying to upstage each other during the filming of the dance sequence of his upcoming blockbuster film. There was tension and dislike between Ann and Britt from day one. To add to the tension, both girls had been making sexual advances and were competing for the affections of leading man, Frank Sinatra. Britt, in red, Ann in green (see photos) started to scream and bad mouth each other. "That blond bimbo bitch cant dance a lick," said Ann. " I'll rip that red hair out of your scalp you slutty whore, if you don't shut up, replied Britt. The crew quickly came between the two young starlets as they went for each other. "Let them go for it, Let them fight, I'll take the winner to Vegas with me for a week as a prize", replied leading man Frank Sinatra. The cast and crew formed a circle around the girls as they circled each other sizing up their opponent. Not only were they going to fight , but now they were fighting over a man. They ripped each others outfits down to the waist, scratched , punched, and mauled each other for 10 minutes, which most onlookers would later say was the best catfight that Hollywood had seen in ages. The two sweating, panting fighters faced each other both trying to get precious air into their lungs, both nursing scratched and bruised bodies, both with looks of hate in their eyes. Britt took a step back removed the tattered remains of her outfit, threw it into the crowd and said, "Come on bitch strip down, Lets finish it woman to woman." Ann removed her outfit threw it to Frank and said, "You can buy be a new outfit in Vegas after I knock the whore out. The nude fighters came together , their hands locked, their breasts pushing against each other, both fighters grunting and groaning as they tried to push the other into the corner. Ann was slowly forcing Britt backward into the corner of the room. The tiring Britt realized she was in trouble as Ann pushed her into the corner and unleashed a barrage of punches to the head, breasts and body of Britt. Britt let out a gasp as she fell to the floor in the corner of the room. "Finish her off, Finish her off, screamed the excited cast and crew. Ann grabbed the sobbing Britt by the hair and drug her around the room dropping her in front of Frank. Ann gave Britt a kick as she said to Sinatra, "There is the loser, here is the winner as she pressed her body up against Frank and gave him a passionate kiss.
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Awesome as usual, Nicole. :)
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Olivia Munn vs. Anna Faris
It's a hot Saturday night and the Celebrity Boxing League is going full force. Debbie Dunning has just made short work of Pamela Anderson in the seniors division and after that the title match of the evening begins. Champion Olivia Munn is defending her title against the brash newcomer Anna Faris.
Three round in and it's still seems to be a pretty even match. Munn is the more powerful of the two but Faris is faster and shows a better technique. Eventually the champ begins to falter as her best shots never connect against the blonde.
By round seven Munn is exhausted and Faris is smiling and moving in for the kill. Some quick combinations rock Munn's head back and forth, then Faris goes to work on the sexy brunette's midsection. Her fists are like pistons pounding away at Munn's now-vunerable belly until she is groaning and trying to cover up.
This leaves her chin exposed and a monumental uppercut from Faris straightens the brunette up and staring blankly at the ceiling. The whole auditorium is silent for a moment, then with a little sigh the ex-champ collapses limply to the mat. Faris is the new champ and Olivia joins Anderson in the dressing room until they wake up and have a good cry.
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HWA FLASHBACK 1979: SUSAN ANTON vs BARBARA CARRERA
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Susan's piercing scream filled the air of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance arena, as her spine was agonizingly torqued in Barbara's Gory Special. The statuesque Nicaraguan gritted her teeth as she held her opponent aloft on her back, stretching the blonde's body back. The equally Amazonian Anton squirmed helplessly, but was unable to break free, and could only endure the torment. The ref kept asking her if she wanted to submit, but through choked back sobs she refused. Her one and only hope was to outlast her tormentor, and pray for an opportunity to turn the tide.
Her prayers seemed to be answered when Carrera, no longer able to exert the strength to keep the hold in place, released it, and Susan crumpled to the canvas. But if the blonde had hoped that freedom would grant her the chance to go on the attack, she immediately learned that was not to be; her body was so wracked with pain, all she could do was lay in a heap on the mat, trembling.
Free to continue with her assault, Barbara next subjected her adversary to a Stretch Muffler. Anton's screams again rang through the cavernous building as her leg was stretched across the back of her foe's neck, subjecting the blonde to blinding anguish. This time her will power failed her, and she didn't even wait for the referee to ask before she began to shriek "SHTAAAAAAP! I GIVE UP! I QUIT!" Barbara, wearing a smug smirk of satisfaction, gave her rival's leg one last tug, then released her and stood up to allow the official to raise her arm in victory.
HWA FLASHBACK 2002: SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR vs KRISTIN KREUK
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"Finish her!" came calls from the crowd. Through a haze Kristin could hear the braying of the idiot fans, but something was...wrong. She was lightheaded in a strange way, and her body felt bound in some odd way. If only her blurred vision would clear, she could learn what was happening.
What everyone else knew that Kreuk didn't was that her present condition was the result of a senses-stunning superkick to the jaw, courtesy of her opponent, Sarah. That dazed the exotic brunette enough for Gellar to hang her upside down in the corner in a Tree of Woe. Now the blonde stood in the opposite corner, almost casually leaning against the turnbuckle as she waited for her rival to gather her wits. Sarah wanted her hated arch-nemesis to realize exactly what was going to happen to her next.
"Finish her!" the encouraging cries continued. Sarah could see the light of reason twinkle again in Kristin's eyes, followed by a priceless look of sheer panic. It was then that the blonde charged full-tilt across the length of the ring, until she neared her opponent, who was hung haplessly like a side of beef in a slaughterhouse. Leaping up, Gellar flew crotch-first toward her target, her groin smashing into Kreuk's face. The blonde then delivered a grinding Bronco Buster, smothering Kristin to the whooping delight of the spectators.
When she was finished, Sarah pulled herself out of the corner, and unhooked the barely conscious brunette's legs from the top ropes, letting her collapse to the mat. She dragged the moaning Kristin to center ring and placed a foot atop Kreuk's heaving chest while the referee counted 1..2..3!
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Paola Andino vs Ariel Winter
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The two buxom brunettes panted and grunted as they pushed their exhausted bodies past their limits of endurance, neither willing to contemplate surrender no matter how much they ached. When their trembling legs could no longer hold them up, they sank to their knees...ripping at hair, slapping faces, punches bellies, squeezing breasts in a tableau of womanly brutality.
Ariel was silently cursing herself; she had underestimated Paula going into this catfight, and she had paid the price. The Puerto Rican was every bit the wildcat that Winter is, but there was no way in hell that Ariel was going to let this bitch win! But, knowing she was running on fumes, the teen tussler realized she had to make a finishing move quickly. So, the suddenly threw a palm blow across Andino's chin, snapping her head sharply to the side and sending the Latina collapsing onto her back in a daze. Mustering all of her remaining strength, Winter struggled back up to her feet. She stood there on uncertain legs for a few moments, then dipped her knees, followed by a leap up. This body splash move had finished off more than a few opponents in the past, and Winter allowed herself the tiniest of grins as her curvaceous figure hurled down at her prone target.
Except...Paola wasn't as dazed or hapless as her adversary had thought. At the last instant, Andino managed to roll to the side. The result was Ariel belly flopping to the floor with a loud grunt, much of the air pushed from her lungs by the impact.
Now it was the Puerto Rican's battler's turn to go for a finish. She wrapped her arms around her rival from behind, securing a crushing reverse bearhug across Ariel's breasts, while simultaneously Paolo locked a bodyscissors around her waist. Andino rolled onto her back, lifting her foe up on top of her as she squeezed her mercilessly with both sets of limbs. Winter's arms flailed and her eyes went wide with panic as she gasped pitifully for breath, but found it all but impossible to draw one. Rapidly, her movements grew sluggish as her eyelids began to flutter closed. Sensing that victory was near, Paolo tauntingly hissed into Ariel's ear, "You're no match for me, and now your ass is mine you perra de pecho de vaca!" It's the last thing Winter hears before, with a mournful sigh, she slips into semi-consciousness.
Triumphant, Paolo releases her foe, rises up, and plants a foot atop the heaving chest of the beaten brawler.
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The producers of the new sitcom ,THE BIG BANG THEORY , had narrowed down the role of Penny to two 21 year old actresses Ashley Tisdale and Kaley Cuoco. The girls glared at each other as they entered the producers office. " It's between the two of you for the part ", the producer simply said, he then waited for the girls to respond. Kaley seemed to know what the producer was thinking, walked over to Ashley and slapped her in the face. A stunned Ashley returned the slap. " So, are you both willing to fight for the part?" " I'll fight the bitch anytime, anywhere, " replied Kaley. " I'll tear the little whore apart," responded Ashley. The fight was set for that evening at the producers beach house. The producer announced to his invited guests that he had special entertainment this evening as the two girls entered the outdoor fight area. Kaley in a black bikini, her hair up, entered first. Ashley in a white bikini, her hair also tied back, strutted into the fight space. "This will be a catfight to the finish, the winner will get the part in my new sitcom. " The crowd quickly choose favorites and made bets as the two young blondes starred at each other as they stood toe to toe their boobs pressed against the other.
" Take two steps back," he said. "FIGHT." This was the first pre- arranged fight for both girls. The girls locked up, went to the ground screaming, and clawing at each other. They rolled around each fighter throwing punches and ripping at their opponents bikini top. Neither girl had inflicted any serious damage to the other until Ashley ripped Kaley's top off and started to claw her boobs. Kaley was screaming, "You bitch, You bitch, I'm going to kill you", as she broke away from Ashley, ripped Ashley's top off and returned the favor. The two topless fighters got to their feet both rubbing their scratched up boobs. Neither wanting to get involved in another tit fight, the girls locked fingers, grunting as they tried to force their opponent into the sand. Kaley began to smile as she slowly forced the tiring Ashley on to her back. Kaley then applied a headlock, rolled Ashley face first into the sand and began to deliver punches to the back of Ashley's head and ribs." Stop, Stop, You win" the sobbing Ashley screamed. Many believe it was at this moment that Kaley developed the killer instinct which made her such a top notch catfighter in years to come. Kaley pulled Ashley's bikini bottoms off, began to smack her ass, grabbed her by the hair and pulled the nude Ashley into the water holding her head underwater. Fearing for Ashley's safety, a few men ran over and pulled Kaley off . Kaley strutted around the beach to the cheers of the crowd, she loved the attention and realized that she enjoyed beating up other woman. That is how Kaley got the part of Penny, and the birth of one of the best catfighters in the last decade.
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So, I finally got caught up with series nine of Doctor Who after being SO behind. Anyway, I know Maisie is more known for her role in Game of Thrones, which I haven't watched at all yet; but, I enjoyed the four episodes she had in this series enough that I thought she'd be a wonderful addition to our little thread here! As far as I can tell, I don't think she's been used in this topic yet, so I'm honoured to cut that proverbial ribbon. Anyway...
I wrote a story (page 90) with Maisie and Sophie Turner against Sarah and Ariel Winter but is always nice to see Maisie dominating someone.
I don't know why, maybe because of her TV roles or maybe because of her spunky attitude but I can't help but think of her as an hell of a fighter, who has no problem taking on bigger girls and who can be a serious challenge for anyone.
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Tamzin Merchant vs Emilia Clarke
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One would think that someone like Tamzin Merchant should be quite satisfied with her life: she’s young, beautiful, talented and with a good career. But if you are an actress and people remembers you more for a role you’ve lost rather than your accomplishments, it’s not easy to feel satisfied.
So, when Emilia Clarke met her at a party and made a cruel joke about how she took the role of Daenerys Targaryen from her, no one was really surprised that Tamzin responded with a slap.
The two English roses started exchanging blows like prizefighters amongst the guest’s cheers and encouragements until Tamzin tackled Emilia to the ground transforming the fistfight in a classic clothes ripping, hair pulling, breast grabbing catfight.
The fight went back and forth for almost half an hour before Emilia was able to trap Tamzin in a sleeper hold/bodyscissor combo.
“What now bitch?” Spatted Emilia “Still thinking you’re better than me?”
Tamzin didn’t answered as she struggled to prevent Emilia’s right arm to crush her windpipe.
“Look at you….you are wimp, an ugly and talentless bitch. No wonder they preferred me over you.”
Emilia’s insults fueled Tamzin’s rage giving her the strength to pull her opponet’s arm enough to give her the opportunity to sink her teeth in the tender flesh.
Emilia’s high pitched scream filled the air as she released the hold and tried to roll away from her opponent but Tamzin was able to grab her and force her face down on the floor. The she sat on the small of Emilia’s back and puller her arms over her own thighs in a picture perfect camel clutch.
“What do you say now slut?” Taunted Tamzin. “Who is the better woman now?”
“FUCK YOU!” Answered Emila
Tamzin grabbed Emilia’s hair and pulled back with all her might bending her opponet’s back and neck in a rather unnatural way.
“AAAAYEEEEE! STOOOOOOP….STOP PLEASE TAMZIN STOP, I QUIT!”
“WHO IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL?”
“YOU ARE!”
“WHO IS THE BETTER ACTRESS?”
“YOU ARE!”
“WHO IS THE BETTER WOMAN?”
“YOU ARE! PLEASE TAMZIN LET ME GOOOO!”
Finally satisfied Tamzin released Emilia and stood up. Despite the pain and fatigue she felt great, not only she beated her hated opponent, she also finally felt all her frustrations and regrets leave her.
She finally felt free.
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Wow, these recent contributions to the thread have been MAGNIFICENT. I particularly like the fact that we're seeing some newcomers, along with some underused beauties. Keep up the great work, folks! :)
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Zooey Deschanel vs Lizzy Caplan
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One lithe, pale brunette sat astride the face of the other, enjoying the sensation of grinding her nakedness over the nose and mouth of her beaten foe. The women had battled for what seemed like hours, but was in fact no more than 15 minutes. The slightly older, slightly taller woman had defended her home turf with difficulty, but had been a little bit better in every facet of the contest. Despite their near identical looks, her fists hit a little bit harder, her strength when wrestling was a little bit greater, and her boobs when ground into the matching pair were a little bit fuller and firmer. Feeling the tongue of the fellow actress below her signaling the final submission as it lapped ever more hungrily as the love bud above it, the winner felt emboldened enough to taunt the once again vanquished brunette.
"How does it feel to be right back where you always are, bitch? I bet you could trace an outline of my vagina with your eyes closed by now. You really should give it up already. I'm the cuter one. I'm the quirkier one. I'm the hotter one. I'm the better actress. I'm the real thing while you're the one who kept changing her look her entire career to look like me. I was even nice enough to allow you to bask in my success by letting you be on my show for a few episodes and you still couldn't make it work. Just admit that you're the poor woman's version of me, the bargain bin discount version that still isn't worth it without a coupon. You'll never be me no matter how much you try to be." As the orgasm washed over the victor, she finally arose from the face of her favorite loser and simply said, "Clean yourself and get out of my house Lizzy. I'm Zooey Deschanel and I'll always be better than you."
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Emma 'Hands of' Stone vs Michelle 'the Wrecker' Williams
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It was eagerly anticipated to be one of the most brutally exciting celebrity fist fight battles in years, and it did not disappoint. Two of the best, Emma and Michelle rocked one another for a full fifteen minutes with bone-jarring blows, battling one another to a standstill. But the ceaseless poundings took their toll on both beauties, and now their quivering legs strained to keep them upright, their leaden arms swung more slowly, if not less devastatingly. With every fist that struck them, their lush, sweat-covered bodies trembled. The spectators knew this brawl could not last much longer...the only question was, which battler would fall first?
Knowing she had precious little left in her tank, Michelle decided to go for the finish. One of her signature combinations was a left upperhook to the chin, followed by a big right cross to the jaw. It was the move that had laid out a dozen opponents in the past, from Jessica Alba to Scarlett Johansson. After setting up Stone with some jabs, Williams unleashed the uppercut, her fist slamming underneath Emma's chin, snapping the ginger battler's head back with a spray of sweat beads. Stone's eyes were glazed and her fists dipped a bit as she struggled to gather her wits. The veteran blonde cocked her right arm back, then unleashed it with all of her might, her fist aimed squarely at her younger adversary's jaw.
In her later recounting of the moment, Emma will insist that it was her superior skills that led her to take a step back, thus causing the sledgehammer blow to only lightly graze her jaw, causing no harm. But spectators will insist it was merely sheer dumb luck...that the redhead had staggered involuntarily. Nevertheless, the result was the same...as her fist whizzed past its target, Michelle's momentum made her stumble, and it was all she could do to prevent herself from collapsing to her knees. She kept herself standing, but as she turned to face Emma, she discovered that those few precious moments had cost the blonde her advantage.
Opting to add insult to injury, Stone meets Williams with her own combo; a left uppercut staggers the blonde in her tracks, while the redhead pulls her right fist back. She pauses, a smug grin coming to her lips as her eyes twinkle with mischief. Her fist then swings out nearly in a blur of motion, smashing into Michelle's jaw with a wet thud. The impact actually lifts Williams up off of her feet and deposits her to the thick carpeting of the penthouse in a heap. She lay there, eyes fluttering shut as she softly moans. The ombudsman makes his count to ten, with the blonde barely stirring. Sneering down at her fallen rival, Emma purrs, "And that's how that's done, has-been!"
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anything involving Emma Stone sounds hot,
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yes it does
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I plan on writing my first story, any requests?
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I plan on writing my first story, any requests?
I'm sure you'll get a billion!
I'd nominate Sophia Bush if you're interested. I'm sure someone else has a suitable other nomination to matchup so I don't hog the request myself.
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I plan on writing my first story, any requests?
Spellchecking and paragraph breaks would be luverly (sic).
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Personally I'd love to receive some feedbacks and eventual corrections as for me, since english isn't my native language, writing here is a good exercise. Plus I would love to write a proper long story so I need to know what I do right, what I do wrong and where to improve.
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I plan on writing my first story, any requests?
Taylor Swift vs Kendall Jenner please? :)
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yes
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Great stuff as usual, Nicole! Love your stories. Always a lot of brutal scissors, the sexiest submission hold of them all.
I enjoyed reading about Selena squeezing the s**t out of Miley. This cutie deserves more wins in stories here, and teaching the obnoxious Miley a lesson she will never forget was so precious.
Alyson just seems to be unstoppable, crushing one victim after another. Way to do it, girl!
Thank you for yet another great contribution.
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Not to sound redundant, but magnificent work as always, Nicole. :D
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Hey, we've just passed the 200,000 mark in views of this thread! Congratulations to all, and keep on reading! ;D
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they aren't the only ones who enjoy them
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FLASHBACK 2007: Vanessa Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere
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A debut in the elite celebrity catfight circle is noteworthy enough, but having both combatants make their battling debut is a truly momentous occasion. Hayden and Vanessa had been training intensely for months, the two 18 year olds anxiously awaiting their opportunity...and the chance to settle a personal feud between them.
The spectators were not disappointed on this night. From the very start, Hudgens and Panettiere displayed tremendous still and brilliant technique, the equal of virtually any veteran catfighter. Their savagery was awesome to behold as they tore into one another, but at the minutes ticked by, the battle settled into a stalemate, with neither able to hold the upper hand over the other for long.
That seemed to change as Vanessa delivered a roundhouse kick to her rival's jaw, dropping the blonde to her knees in a seeming daze. But Panettiere was only playing possum, and as Hudgens let her guard down, Hayden threw a wicked uppercut between the brunette's thighs, smashing into Nessa's groin. Hudgens was lifted up on tiptoes, her eyes going wide as saucers as she let out a high-pierced yelp of anguish. She sank her her knees and Hayden moved with all of the swiftness her pain-wracked body could muster; forcing her adversary face down onto the carpet, Panettiere sat on the small of her back and grabbed Vanessa's left leg, lifting and pulling the shapely limb back in a half-Boston Crab. Hudgens shrieked as her leg was ruthlessly stretched, threatening to rend muscles and tendons. The blonde leaned back as far as she could in order to maximize the agony...but that also gave the brunette a sliver of an opportunity.
Suddenly grabbing her rival by her long flaxen hair, Nessa pulled Hayden backward even further. That resulted in even more pain for the brunette's leg, but it also let her wrap her left arm across Panettiere's throat for a chokehold.
Now it was a contest of endurance, to see who would falter first. Panettiere sputtered and gurgled as she struggled for breath, her face purpling as she was strangled. Tears streamed down Vanessa's cherubic cheeks as the blinding agony to her limb increased with every heartbeat. The onlookers sat with bated breath on the edge of their seats, mesmerized by the vicious tableau unfolding before their eyes.
Finally, inevitably, one beauty could endure it no longer. "NO MORE! STAAAAAAAP!!!" Vanessa wailed, all of her remaining power evaporating as her arms falls limply from Hayden's throat. Panettiere takes a deep gasp for breath and sits up, still pulling back on her conquered rival's leg. Contemptuously, she throws the limb down and struggles up unsteadily to her feet. Hudgens buries her face in her hands and sobs, while Hayden beams a smile that is part glee/part sneer, and she seems to assume the air of a woman who has just decimated her opponent, and not one who had just narrowly snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. Placing a foot upon Vanessa's butt, the blonde smugly puts her hands on her hips, her sweat-glossed body glistening under the lights, and she throws her head back and proclaims, "All hail the Queen!"
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I'm admittedly a bit understatement biased when it comes to Aly;
Nothing wrong with that. :D She is a doll.
Thanks again.
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Magnificent Nicole, simply magnificent. Or should that be MAXificent? ;)
I do believe I need to return the favor to you....
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Flashback 1979: Alyson Hannlgan vs Tara Reid Rematch
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Tara came into this rematch with a plan, and it was paying off fantastically. Having fallen prey to Alyson's scissors in their first battle, the blonde has focused her efforts on Hannlgan's legs now, pulling, twisting and stomping the powerful limbs until they were reduced to near-uselessness for the redhead. Any lingering hope that Aly may have clung to was driven out as she sat on the floor, her rival sitting opposite her; Reid grabbed Hannlgan's wrists to hold her in place, and pressed the soles of her feet against the inside of her opponent's legs, stretching them ever-wider. Alyson howled in anguish as she was made to endure this forced leg split, her hamstring's threatening to pop from the strain. They held, but at the cost of the redhead's last dregs of endurance. Released from the hold, Aly flopped backward to the carpet in a daze.
Now the blonde bitch went for the kill. She crawled atop her adversary and secured a reverse head scissors, Hannlgan's chin pressed against the cleft of Tara's butt cheeks. Reid then tightened her vise-hold, the pain snapping the redhead from her stupor. But that was only half of the equation: Tara sank her stiletto-like fingers into her hated foe's taut abs, agonizingly kneading the muscles.
Alyson held out for all of ten seconds, and then the room was filled with the piercing sound of her screams. "STOP! NO MORE! I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! STAAAAAAAPPPP!!!"
Reid gave a viper's smile, smugly satisfied that she had forced Hannlgan to tearfully submit. But unfortunately for the redhead, Tara had another idea. "I'm sorry, bitch...didn't you hear?" she asked in her signature rasp. "This is a KO-only match!"
The words brought fear to Alyson's eyes, and those fears were fulfilled as the blonde released her ab claw and her headscissors, then pushed herself up, slid backward, and settled her star spangled bikini-clad rear end over Hannlgan's face. The redhead thrashed beneath her oppressor, but lacked the power to throw her off. Her movements steadily grew feebler, until her body went limp.
It had been a tremendous one-sided triumph for Reid, but all in attendance knew that this was not the end. With the score tied one match apiece, a tie-breaker must surely be inevitable....
(Feel free to pick this up if you like, Nicole. ;) )
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In honor of passing the 200,000 viewer mark, I'd like to throw out a story challenge to one and all.
As tomorrow is 'Throwback Thursday', I'm requesting that those who are interested in participating post a Flashback Match here to the thread. It can involve any celebs from the past, in any year of your choosing.
Who's game? ;)
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FLASHBACK 1979: Catherine Bach vs Jayne Kennedy
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The two statuesque beauties grunted and panted as their bodies strained against one another, beads of sweat glistening across ivory and ebony skin alike. As each neared her point of total exhaustion, Jayne made her bid for victory. She starts to torque Catherine's body against hers in an abdominal stretch; however, in the last instant before it can be locked in, Bach is able to pull her right arm free. She balls her fist and slams a punch into Kennedy's groin!
The sepia Amazon lets out a shriek and her legs start to crumple. But Catherine catches her, dips her knees and drapes her opponent's body across her shoulders. Then, with a warrior's roar, Bach pulls either end of her rival downward, torture racking Jayne's body across her shoulder. The brunette stands defiantly, legs spread for balance, as the wailing Kennedy writhes in her clutches, desperate to break free, but to no avail. Soon enough, agony and exhaustion overtake Jayne, and she goes limp as she slips into semi-consciousness. Triumphantly, Catherine continues to hold her adversary across her shoulders as she begins to parade around the penthouse room, a huntress displaying her trophy.
Finally Bach dumps Kennedy's body to the floor and places a foot atop the beaten woman's heaving chest, striking her victory pose and basking in the cheers of the onlookers.
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The Hollywood catfight scene was abuzz in anticipation of the upcoming fight between the two 25 year old rising stars. Raquel in a white bikini, Jill in a blue bikini, snarled at each other as they waited for the signal to begin. Both girls were known as excellent catfighters who gave no mercy nor expected none. The girls did not say a word to each other as the fight began. Both girls were looking for a quick knockout as they started to swing at the other. Each lady landed a couple of punches, but no real damage was done. They grabbed each other and struggled around the room trying to bring their opponent to the floor. The crowd was equally divided as they yelled encouragement and instructions to their favorite. The women in the crowd were especially vocal as they urged the fighters to strip the other, pull hair and maul the others breasts. The now topless fighters were catballing around the room clawing and punching. Loud grunts and moans were heard each time one girl landed a punch, clawed a breast, or seemed to gain the top position. 10 minutes of strenuous fighting had both women breathing heavily. Their beautiful sweaty bodies glistened in the light as the girls rose to their feet and grabbed each other in a mutual bearhug their breasts squished together. Both girls were grunting as they went to the floor. Raquel maneuvered Jill into a position where she applied a devastating head scissors. Jill struggled to free herself, but her head caught between Raquel's powerful thighs was a precarious situation. Jill would not submit even as Raquel applied more pressure. " Give up you red headed bitch, your done." "I give, I give" , screamed Jill as tears rolled down her face. Raquel rose to her feet and paraded around the room her arms up in victory. Jill remained on the floor for 5 minutes her hands covering her face as she sobbed.
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Flashback 1999 Kylie Minogue vs Christina Aguilera
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During her first album release party Christina Aguilera announced to her guest not only the beginning of her solo singing career, but also her debut in the celebrity fight and that the same night she would have fought her first opponent, the Australian pop princess Kylie Minogue, in a classic bikini catfight.
Christina had chosen Kylie as her opponent thinking that the lithe Australian could be an affordable opponent and that even in case of defeat she could still made a good impression on her guests.
Unfortunately, she soon realized that she made a huge mistake in underestimating her opponent as Kylie dominated the fight from the beginning, giving her a complete lesson about every dirty and painful tactics a woman can use to hurt another woman.
In the end Kylie grabbed Christina right leg and locked her in a single leg Boston crab, making the American songbird scream in agony.
“AAARGH!!!!STOP! I QUIT! LET ME GO!”
Kylie smiled hearing Christina’s pleads and loosened the hold a bit reducing the pressure on her opponent joints without releasing her. Then she sterted gently caressing Christina’s pantie covered pussy.
“What…what are you doing?” Panicked Christina “Let me go you pervert!”
“Shush!” Cooed Kylie. “I just want to give you a proper welcome in the business”
“No! No! Please someone stop her!”
But Christina’s pleas fell on deaf ears as the guests cheered for Kylie to continue.
“Oh shut up!” Scoffled Kylie “This is how this business works: the winner can do whatever she wants with the loser. Hasn’t anybody told you?”
Kylie kept caressing Christina’s crotch, feeling her opponent slowly surrendering to the arousal caused by her expert action. Then she decided to take one step further and proceeded to untie the lateral laces of Christina bikini uncovering her opponent shaved pussy.
“Please Kylie stop! Don’t do this to me….”
“But your pussy is sooooo wet….I think you are enjoying this”
Kylie inserted her middle finger in the blonde’s throbbing pussy and started fingering her. Christina tried to resist, but was overwhelmed by the pleasure until she finally reached orgasm.
Satisfied, Kylie turned Christina on her back and forced her cum dripping finger in her mouth.
“Welcome in the big league honey.”
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FLASHBACK 2004: Brittany Snow vs. Michelle Trachtenberg
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"Aww, is baby girl unhappy? Is she gonna pout? Come on, let's turn that frown upside down!" The blonde's sugary words fairly ooze with contempt, her deceptively angelic smile offset by the malicious gleam in her sparkling blue eyes. Those eyes glare down at the brunette, who is pinned helpless beneath her, her sweaty face framed by her tormentor's thighs.
Michelle glares right back at the girl atop her, firing invisible daggers at her. It was the debut match for both Trachtenberg and Snow in the elite celebrity catfight club, and the two 18 year olds had engaged in a magnificent contest that had left the onlookers stunned and astounded. Now however, Brittany had taken the upper hand, and as she sat upon her rival's chest, it was becoming clear how she intended to end this battle. "You know," the blonde purrs, "a queen needs a throne, and I think all of these good people are tired of looking at your fugly face, so why don't we just kill two birds with one stone?" Desperately, Trachtenberg tries to arch her upper body in an attempt to buck her adversary off, but all she succeeds in doing is allowing Snow's body to slide forward a bit, her bikini brief-covered crotch now pressing against the brunette's chin. "Oh, can't wait to get started, can you?" the blonde says with a chuckle. "You know, a little begging from you would be a nice touch now. Won't do any good, of course, but I'm just saying."
Eyes narrowing into angry slits, Michelle says nothing. Instead, she focuses her efforts on lifting her legs, bringing the ballet-sculpted stems up...up...up....until suddenly she is able to snare her calves around the startled blonde's head, catching her utterly by surprise. One sharp yank, and Brittany is pulled backward, until the back of her skull is slammed into the floor. The thick carpet blunts most of the impact, but it is still enough to stun Snow for a moment or two, and that's all the time that Trachtenberg needs to push her opponent off of her and to roll aside.
Seated alongside the blonde, Michelle leans back on her hands, and as Brittany struggles to sit up, she's met with the sole of Trachtenberg's right foot smashing into the side of her face. With a grunt, Snow tumbles to her side, her eyes now glazed as she lay there, moaning softly. Commanding her exhausted body to move, the brunette rolls over to all fours and crawls over to her rival, shoving her onto her back. She then sits atop Brittany's breasts as she faces away from the blonde's head. "Speaking of thrones and fugly faces..." Michelle says with a small giggle. "I think it's time I showed you how to do it right!"
"Finish her!" one onlooker enthusiastically calls out, and the brunette tilts her head his way and gives him a toothy grin. And with that she wiggles herself backward, until her much-revered derriere is settled down upon the hapless blonde's face. Shocked out of her stupor, Brittany begins to thrash, but she lacks the strength to gain freedom. And as she is smothered out, her movements grow more sluggish, until at last her feeble squirms are reduced to a few spasmodic twitches of her legs.
Beaming an ecstatic smile, Michelle lifts her arms over her head to accept the applause and cheers of the audience, as Brittany lay spent and humbled beneath the newest catfighting star in Hollywood!
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Thanks to all for the great Flashbacks!!
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Spectacular work on the Flashbacks, my friends.
Now on to 250,000 views! ::)
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HWA: Danielle Fishel vs Jodie Sweetin
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It was a moment that Danielle had longed for, and she meant to savor it.
More times than she'd care to remember over the years, Jodie had subjected her to a particularly vicious move. As the rules of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance were looser than most any other federation, it was not illegal to use the ropes against an opponent; what Sweetin reveled in doing was tying up Fishel's arms between the top and middle cables, and then indulge in what she called 'Speedbagging'...unleashing punch after punch to the brunette's breasts. Many a time has Dani been pounded into defeat, and left to nurse her battered and bruised 36C's.
But now, the tables were turned! It was Jodie who was dazed and strung up in the ropes, and Fishel couldn't resist drawing the delightful moment out. She strutted and preened around the ring, doing a bit of shadow boxing, and then began to verbally taunt her lifelong nemesis. "Oh, sucks to be you, Jodes," the brunette purred. "I've been waiting for this for a loooooooong time, and I don't mind sharing a spoiler: I'm going to smash those cow udders of yours flat!" A wicked gleam came to Dani's eyes as a shudder of delight ran up her spine. This was payback with a capital B-I-T-C-H!
But in basking in her impending triumph, the veteran Danielle made a rookie's mistake...she gave her opponent time to recover. And as the brunette finally advanced on her seemingly hapless victim, fists balled and raised, she was wide open for Sweetin (a good enough actress to play possum and seem dazed and weak) to suddenly lash out with her left leg, connecting with a kick up between Fishel's thighs. Dani let loose with a sound that began as a chirp and became a shrill shriek, then doubled over and staggered away knock-kneed, her hands clutching her throbbing groin while she fought back tears.
Now came the hard part for the blonde: escaping the ropes. Luckily she knew a way, although it would not be without pain. Steeling herself, she flipped her legs up, arcing her body in a backward somersault. At first this agonizingly tightened the cables around her shoulders, but as soon as she completed the flip and her feet landed on the ring apron, the ropes snapped open and she was free. She stood there for a few moments, massaging some feeling back into her shoulders. She then stepped between the strands back into the ring, and stalked over to the brunette.
Before Danielle realized what was happening, she found herself dragged by the hair over to the ropes...and then she found those ropes wrapped tight across her own shoulders, trapping her! "Ohhhh...noooooooooo...!" Fishel moaned as the all-too-familiar feeling settled in. Sweetin didn't waste precious time mocking her rival; she gave a malicious smirk, and then she unleashed a maelstrom of punches to her targets. Jodie's fists smashed into Dani's breasts again and again, pummeling them with hooks, crosses and uppercuts. Just for fun, the blonde would slip in a blow to the belly or face from time to time. As the strength was hammered from her voluptuous body, the brunette's legs went limp beneath her. But, strung up in the ropes, she could not fall, only hand there like a helpless scarecrow.
Face reddened from the exertion, sweat glistening across her skin, the panting Jodie finally brought an end to her battery. She pulled the ropes open and Dani's arms slid free, letting her collapse face-first to the mat. She let out a loud wince of pain as she bellyflopped onto her aching breasts, which brought another smile to Sweetin's face. The blonde then grasped her foe's wrists and dragged her to the center of the ring, then flipped her over onto her back. Now it was time for another signature move of Sweetin's.
Sitting upon the brunette's belly, Jodie pins Dani's arms down to the canvas and lowers her own 36DD's down across Fishel's face. The trapped battler squirms beneath her tormentor, her cries and gasps for air muffled by Sweetin's bosom. Soon enough, spent and sore, Danielle succumbs to the inky blackness of unconsciousness.
Rising up, Jodie makes a point of stomping her foot down onto the already bruising breasts of her fallen rival, and strikes her victory pose as the referee raises her arm in triumph.
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Anna Kendrick vs Kristanna Loken
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Panting heavily for breath, hair disheveled, and with the unmistakable glint of fear in her eyes, Kristanna desperately drags herself across the floor of the penthouse. Logically, she knows there's no escape, but her 'fight or flight' reflex has banked hard to the latter, and so she frantically tries to find safety, however elusive.
Behind her, alabaster skin glistening with perspiration, Anna indifferently brushes some strands of hair away from her face. She watches her retreating opponent with a smirk of bemusement, and then casually walks after her. Drawing near to Loken, Kendrick bends down and grabs her adversary's hair close to the scalp and purrs, "Going somewhere, buttercup?" With a choked sob, Kristanna whimpers, "Oh please, noooooo!"
The 5'2" Anna then drives a knee into the 5'11" Kristanna's spine while simultaneously drawing her right arm around Loken's head, bending it backward in Kendrick's signature Dragon Sleeper variation, the 'Shattered Sparrow'. The embattled blonde whines and moans in pain, her hands slapping and clutching in futility at the limb. Ultimately...inevitably...Loken begins to frantically tap at the floor, signaling her abject surrender. Anna kept the hold locked on just long enough to draw one more mewl from her helpless victim, then released her and stood up to proclaim her victory.
The spectators had watched in rapt near-silence. Eight minutes...that's all the time it took for Kendrick to utterly dominate and destroy her Amazonian adversary. And from the satisfied half-smile on her face, it's crystal clear to all that she doesn't intend to halt her domination with just Loken.
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I'd love to see one where Ariana Grande beats Jennette McCurdy and humiliates her by stripping her and making her cum.
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Flashback 2004: Lacey Chabert vs Beverley Mitchell
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Lacey and Beverly bounded off of the ropes on opposite sides of the ride, and raced directly at one another. They collided in center ring with the thudding sound of bodies slamming together and with a spray of sweat erupting from their voluptuous figures. Both diminutive battlers grunted loudly from the impact and then they stumbled backward, looks of frustration on their faces as they realize the other hadn't been knocked down.
And so the both dash to the cables again, rebounding off of the steel strands for added momentum, and once more they meet, the irresistible object suddenly trying to occupy the exact same physical space as the immovable object. Each stumbles back again, now glassy eyed and gasping heavily for breath, and each is again thwarted as the other remains upright.
Common sense tells them to shift to some other tactic, but pride demands they continue with this contest until one busty beauty manages to overwhelm the other. So once more they race to the ropes, bounce off and charge at one another. Their chests slam together, virtually identical pairs of 36C's pancaking together in the mightiest collision yet. The blonde and the brunette both stagger away on rubbery legs...but it is Chabert who now falls backward to the mat.
Elated at having won this clash, Mitchell walks somewhat unsteadily over to her opponent. She then jumps up, and let's gravity do the hard work; her left leg crashes down across Lacey's chest, pummeling air from her lungs. Bev then climbs back up to her feet and grabs her rival by the hair, hauling her upright again as well, and muscling and dazed and mewling brunette back into the nearest corner. Lacey melts against the turnbuckles, her arms draped over the top ropes so that she can't crumple to the mat. The blonde then goes to the opposite corner, turns, sizes up her target, and charges at Chabert with all the speed her battered body can muster. As she nears ground zero, Beverley leaps up, and Lacey's glazed eyes widen in horror. An instant later, Mitchell's signature move...the "Wrecking Balls"...smashes full force into the brunette's chest, the blonde's bosom utterly overwhelming her victim's.
Bev needs to grab the ropes to remain standing after the impact, and she holds them tightly as she steps aside. Eyes now half-lidded, mouth slack-jawed, the softly moaning Lacey staggers one step forward out of the corner...then another...then another...and then she keels forward like a felled redwood, face-planting to the canvas. Grabbing her fallen adversary's wrists, Mitchell drags the brunette to the center of the ring and then flips her over onto her back, leaving Lacey laying there atop the HWA logo. Beverly then plants a boot atop Chabert's heaving breasts and commands the ref, "Make it a ten count!" The zebra complies, with Chabert offering no more resistance than a few spastic twitches of her right leg.
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The alcohol fueled crowd was in an uproar as Lacy, in a blue dress, and Kaley in a green dress traded insults and catty remarks at the afterparty. Everyone sensed a catfight and began to urge the girls to rip the other apart. As the girls walked toward each other, each confident that they could best the other in a catfight, the crowd yelled for them to fight topless. Kaley, with her hands on her hips, kicked her shoes off and slithered out of her tight green dress. " Strip bitch and lets give them what they want bitch", said Kaley. Lacey replied, " I'm going to rip that blond head of yours bald slut," as she let her blue dress drop to the floor. The two topless beauties grabbed each others hair and the fight was on. They rolled around pulling hair and trading slaps as each women battled to gain an advantage as the crowd urged them to take the fight to the next level. " Rip her tits off," " Maul her pussy," Sit on her face," were remarks not unheard by the two fighters as they began to scratch and rip at their opponents boobs and groin area. Both girls were now grunting and screaming as they rolled into a corner of the room, neither wanting to submit to the other and be humiliated in front of the large crowd. Both realized that this fight had escalated way past what they had expected. The exhausted fighters laid in the corner, each with a handful of the others hair, but both unable to mount enough energy to do much more. " Do you two want to quit,?' asked one spectator. "Call it a draw, " said another. The girls were separated and each slowly walked to the center of the room when Kaley turned to Lacey and dropped her with a right hand to the head. "I never said I quit, " said Kaley. The stunned Lacey got to her knees, " You sucker punched me you gutless whore, set up a rematch for next week. I'm going to send you to the hospital for a month." "You got it," replied Kaley, as she picked up her green dress and slowly strutted out of the room.
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Ashley Tisdale vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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Despite her predicament, Ashley felt a sense of relief. At the moment, she was seated on the floor, her arms snared by Michelle's legs in a Lotus Lock. It was by no means pleasant, particularly given that the brunette had grown up training in ballet, and her legs were lethally strong. But by it's nature, the Lotus wasn't the kind of hold that drove its victim to submission. Provided she had the endurance to withstand it...and Tisdale was confident she did...she was certain this would give her the chance she needed to formulate a counterattack.
And so it very well might...provided Trachtenberg was about to give her that chance. Which she wasn't.
Deciding it was time to bring their apartment catfight to a close, Michelle opted to use this opportunity to make Ashley submit. The Lotus Lock was employed simply to keep her where the brunette wanted her. That achieved, Michelle reached forward with her hands, suddenly hooking her index fingers into the corners of her startled opponent's mouth, pulling them down, and applying a Double Mandible Claw! The blonde squealed in sudden anguish, her feet kicking furiously at the floor as she squirmed helplessly. Applied properly, the Mandible Claw can dislocate the lower jaw, and in the most painful way possible...pain that Tisdale was now feeling.
It takes barely 45 seconds of this torture for Ashley's endurance to crumble, and she starts to howl "AHHH GUUUHHVVV UUHHHHPPP!"
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Scarlett Johansson vs Leighton Meester
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Leighton began to twirl around and around. Scarlett, draped across the brunette's shoulders, gave a squeal that became a yowl, as her senses were stripped by the airplane spin. Finally Meester came to a stop, and she dumped her unwilling passenger down onto the floor. The dazed blonde landed with a heavy thud and lay there on the carpet, mewling softly as her glassy eyes struggled to find focus.
Although she was a bit dizzy herself from the spinning, Leighton couldn't suppress a smirk as she brushed hair away from her face and looked down at her prone rival. Deciding to let gravity do the hard work, the brunette suddenly knelt down, driving a knee into Johansson's belly, causing her lush body to jackknife as she gave a gasping grunt.
Meester then laid her body face down upon Scarlett's, nose to nose, legs entwined, pinning her down. The blonde gasped and squirmed beneath her tormentor, but was too battered and spent to throw her off. With her hands, Leighton covered Johansson's mouth and pinched closed her nose, effectively smothering her. Scarlett's teary eyes went wide with panic, her muffled protests falling upon deaf ears, her hands frantically...if weakly...slapping at her adversary's arms and grabbing for her hair, as the smiling brunette glared down at her, smugly confident of her impending victory.
Soon enough, the prediction proved true as Scarlett's eyes fluttered shut and she gave a deep sigh of resignation, slipping into the darkness of unconsciousness.
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FiveThirtyEight: Emma Stone Could Lock Natalie Portman Out Of The Oscars Race (https://fivethirtyeight.com/features/emma-stone-could-lock-natalie-portman-out-of-the-oscars-race/)
"Portman’s hopes for an Oscar seem to be diminishing day by day... And barring a — you know what? I’m better than a “Black Swan event” pun here — difficult to predict occurrence that deviates from statistical norms for Portman, her bid for best actress is likely kaput... it looks like Stone could have this one all wrapped up with a win at BAFTA." (https://fivethirtyeight.com/features/emma-stone-could-lock-natalie-portman-out-of-the-oscars-race/)
“See? SEE?! Told you!”
Emma Stone’s voice chirped exuberantly as she held sway over a captive Natalie Portman. The end of their apartment struggle was nigh with the two locked together on the floor – the redhead looked marvelous in a bright yellow bra-style bikini as she stretched herself out atop the brunette, who was lying face-down in a more muted black number. Presently, Emma’s legs were scissored around Natalie’s outstretched left arm, while her own left arm was looped around the other girl’s chin – she rocked her body back and cranked on Natalie’s neck, wallowing in her miserable cries. All the while, Emma held her right arm extended in front of Natalie’s face with her phone in her hand. Her thumb flicked across the glass screen surface as she scrolled through the article, making sure that her tired rival had ample opportunity to absorb every last word.
“See that? Look!” Emma continued, “I’m totally trouncing you!”
The younger redhead stopped on a picture of a line graph and brought the phone in close, smooshing it against Natalie’s cheek and eye. The brunette growled in helpless frustration as she was forced to endure the redhead’s abuse.
“Get off of me.”
“No.”
“Let go!”
“Okay, fine.”
Releasing the hold with her left arm, Emma sank her fingers into Natalie’s disheveled brown hair and gave the older woman’s head a swift and forceful shove forward, thumping her face-first into the floor. Natalie groaned loudly and her body went limp upon impact as the throbbing pain in her head left her stunned. Emma slid forward and laid herself out on top of her now-disoriented rival, bringing her head forward to rest cheek-to-cheek with Natalie’s. She deftly switched to the phone’s camera and snapped a selfie with her beaming grin next to the brunette’s dazed stupor.
Emma tossed the phone aside onto the carpet and rose to her feet, tugging Natalie up with her. From behind, she lifted her left leg up over her opponent’s corresponding thigh and threaded it behind the knee, hooking her shin and foot around the brunette’s calf. Meanwhile, she bent the other woman’s head back and snaked her arm around from the front, tucking it in nicely against her own armpit. Emma lastly secured Natalie’s right arm with her own and leaned both of their bodies back, powering into a deliciously-executed abdominal stretch. The brunette’s screams of pain rattled off the walls, accompanied by cackling and gleeful laughter from the redhead.
“Gotcha now!” Emma crowed, “How’s that feel?”
Natalie’s reply was a blubbering and incoherent wail of agony: Mission accomplished.
The abdominal stretch transitioned easily into a dragon sleeper as Emma increased the pressure on the brunette’s neck with her arm. Natalie grimaced as she tried to squirm free, but there was no way out – she remained held in place with her body wide open, as if on display for some imaginary audience. It didn’t take long for the brunette to start to go limp in the redhead’s grasp, and the two ladies eased their way down to their knees as unconsciousness started to claim the former. Emma held on even as Natalie’s arms went slack, keeping the sleeper in place just long enough to ensure that her foe was truly out.
At last, Emma released her quarry and allowed Natalie’s body to sink unceremoniously to the floor. The brunette was a delightful sight stretched out on her back, and it made the taste of victory all the sweeter for the redhead that conquered her. Reaching down for her phone, Emma planted her foot on Natalie’s chest and snapped off one last shot of herself in triumph.
“We're going to keep this up all the way to Oscar Night... I'm going to have so much fun using you up!”
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anything involving Emma Stone sounds sexy
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Great stories as always people! You guys really have a creative brain. Surprised to see Taylor lose the battle of legs, since she always hit the gym to tone them for dancing. Maybe it's time to pit her up against mishy for some revenge
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Flashback 1979: Daisy Duke (Catherine Bach) vs Lisa Lee (Randi Oakes)
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It was being called the County War. Daisy, the toughest tussler in all of Hazzard County, was taking on Lisa, the rowdiest rassler from neighboring Orly County. The site was a barn in Hazzard, in a "ring" formed by stacked hay bales. About half of the crowd of onlookers hailed from each county...and the Hazzard denizens had grown considerably silent.
After nearly ten full minutes of wild back-and-forth action, Lisa had taken decided control of the match, battering Daisy with punches, slaps, kicks and stomps. The Hazzard fans couldn't recall ever having seen the brunette so brutally overwhelmed in a fight, and it stunned them into near-silence. The Orly County spectators, of course, were more than making up for that silence with cheers, whistles and rebel yells, as their fighter was utterly destroying the vaunted Duke girl.
Adding insult to injury, Lisa climbed upon the back of the dazed brunette, grabbing her dark hair like reins, forcing Daisy to carry her rival as she crawled around the floor in a stupor on all fours. "Ah'll say one thing," Lee said with a sneering laugh to her partisans. "She makes a better field mule than she does a rassler!" The burst of laughter burned in the ears of the Hazzard folk.
The end came as Lisa wrapped her legs around Duke's waist and locked her ankles. Daisy howled in anguish, her hands slapping in futility at her tormentor's thighs. "N-no more...Ah give up!" the brunette sobbed, utterly spent. The blonde opened her legs to release her hold...and then promptly re-clamped her thighs around her opponent's head! "Orly County rules, sugah," Lee purred. "No surrender...we fight to a KO!" Daisy wailed in pain as she squirmed helplessly. Then, at least, she ceased to move at all, as the last spark of fight was squeezed out of her.
Releasing the limp figure of her beaten foe from her vise, Lisa impishly unbuttons and unzips Daisy's vaunted denim shorts, pulling them down her legs and removing them. Standing up, the blonde held the garment up over her head as a trophy of war. "Even in Orly we'd heard of these called 'Daisy Dukes'," the victorious blonde declares. "Well as of tonight, y'all can call 'em 'Lisa Lees'!" She then put them on herself over her bikini panties, claiming the denim as her own.
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Excellent match-up! Thank you!
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Here's a tantalizing treat from Big Fan, who asked me to share it here!
Lacey Chabert vs Danielle Fishel
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It’s an old Hollywood axiom when talking about actress Fem-fighting, “Fights are always close, until they aren’t.”
The meaning was no one ever wanted to put down an actress that agreed to a ring match, apartment wrestling or any match. So to show respect to the loser when describing such fights it was always customary to say, “it was close, until it wasn’t” in some such way.
Tonight though it would be hard to justify the statement as Dani lays face down on the carpet, her blue bikini hangs mostly off her body as she tries crawling away from her tormentor. Lacey Chabert had come out fast from the start of the fight and within the first minute had Fishel hurting from a series of kneelifts to the torso.
Lacey had given Dani a few chances to submit, trapping her on the carpet and working a variety of submission holds, but the veteran’s pride keep her from giving up. Chabert raises a bare foot and stomps down on Fishel’s backside again, it’s been nearly a minute now of Lacey just stomping on the other woman, and Dani squirming on the carpet. Dani groans turning to her back, her bottom can’t with stand another stomping right now, not that her front is much better. Lacey demands again, “Say it Dani! Now you’re just embarrassing yourself.”
Dani’s top had come completely off after the last roll, her chest heaving as she keeps her eyes shut. Lacey though doesn’t stomp down on her opponent. Instead Lacey reaches the point where she no longer wants the other woman’s submission, she is just as happy to send Dani into the Juggy Darkness. Lacey grapevines Dani’s legs and takes each of her wrist in hand pinning them above her head to the carpet. Lacey then lowers her ample bosom on to Fishel’s slack features.
It doesn’t take long for the host to step in as Dani lies motionless, Lacey poses for several pictures with her foot on Dani’s rolling juggs, even sitting the unconscious woman up and kneeling behind her like a hunter with their prize. Reports of the fight are posted to such websites that cover these things, and none of them used the classic line.
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Yay Lacey! Great work, Jackflash, thanks heaps!
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Flashback 2007: Kaley Cuoco vs Jennifer Love Hewitt
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There was no denying that for a rookie, Kaley possessed tremendous fighting skills. Nonetheless, when pitted against Jennifer's experience, the blonde's chance of victory was comparatively slight. And when Cuoco made an error, Hewitt seized on the opportunity. The last seven minutes of the match was a veritable catfight tutorial, as the brunette punished her younger rival, finally finishing over the battered and overwhelmed blonde by dropping her 34DD's over Kaley's face and smothering the squirming girl into bleak defeat.
Flashback 2012: Kaley Cuoco vs Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Five years after their first encounter, the equation had changed. Jen was still one of the best fighters around, very near at her peak. But Kaley had risen to become one of the top celeb catters as well. The result was a titanic battle that had raged to as close to a draw as any could recall. Now the end was nigh as both topless battlers rolled back and forth across the penthouse floor, their legs facing opposite directions, each with arms wrapped around the head of the other to pull her in close to one another's breasts. The sweat on their skin created airtight seals, meaning it would not be long before one beauty was smothered out. The only question was, who could outlast the other?
The answer was...neither. As they lay on their sides, both gave a muffled sigh and went limp simultaneously, their arms falling open and releasing the other. Each lolled onto her back, chests heaving for precious breath, eyelids fluttering shut as they succumbed to the darkness. It was a double knockout!
2017: Kaley Cuoco vs Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Although now a bit past her prime, Hewitt was coming off a string of impressive victories, while Cuoco had most recently suffered a humiliating defeat to arch-nemesis Mila Kunis, so some gamblers were betting that the veteran brunette came into this match with a psychological edge over the blonde. Perhaps. But what is quickly made certain is that Jennifer fought a magnificent battle this night, frequently having her opponent in serious trouble. However, Kaley was equally brilliant, and as the grueling contest wore on, she proved to possess the superior stamina. As her strength waned, Jen found herself on the defensive, and while she was able to stave off defeat longer than most might, ultimately she was simply too spent to resist any longer. Pinning her rival's arms to the floor and using her feet to grapevine Hewitt's legs, the smirking Cuoco let her 32C's teardrop down upon Hewitt's face, covering her nose and mouth. The brunette squirmed haplessly, her face reddening in fury and embarrassment at being conquered by her own signature finisher. Finally, her movements ceased. Kaley rose up and planted a foot upon her fallen foe's breasts, flexing her arms to claim a victory ten years in the making!
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JLH is 34D/36C and Cuoco's fake tits won't teardrop due to the silicone content within.
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JLH is 34D/36C and Cuoco's fake tits won't teardrop due to the silicone content within.
And kids, there's no Santa Claus, either. ;)
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See, I thought all these fights were just fantasy stuff out of our fevered imaginations. Never had any idea they were all real.
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Anna Faris vs Melissa Rauch
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Trapped in the corner, Melissa grunted loudly as Anna landed three stinging chops to her chest. Faris then lifted her foot, placing it against her opponent's belly, while she grabbed Rauch's long hair close to the roots. The subsequent Monkey Flip send the diminutive battler sailing through the air and landing with a heavy thud on her back. And before Anna could gather her wits and climb back up to her feet, Anna was again on her, hair hauling her up, then using that selfsame hair to deliver a series of Hair Mares, leaving Rauch dazed and disoriented.
Desperately needing a breather, Melissa scampered on all fours across the mat and rolled under the ropes, alighting to the arena floor below. Shaking her head to clear it, she stalked angrily around the ring, still trying to fathom how Faris had managed to dominate so much of the fight thus far. As the referee neared the county of 20, Rauch began to climb back into the ring...only to jump back out again, necessitating a new count from scratch, and giving her additional time to recover. However, Anna wasn't about to be so generous any longer, and she suddenly dashed across the ring, vaulting with tremendous agility over the ropes and hurling herself down upon her adversary like a sexy missile of destruction.
Unfortunately for Anna, that was precisely what Melissa had intended her to do.
Nimbly, Rauch jumps aside at the last moment, and Anna hits nothing but air...at least until, an instant later, her body hits the hard concrete of the floor! Badly stunned, she offers no resistance as Melissa pulls her up by the hair, and with malicious glee, whips Faris bodily into the nearest steel ring post! Anna staggers backward, glassy-eyed, and Rauch again grabs her hair, this time pulling her back under the ropes into the ring.
Pressed back against the turnbuckles in one corner, Anna's arms draped limpidly over the top ropes, she is helpless as Melissa steps on either bottom rope to gain height, and then begins jackhammering her right fist again and again into her rival's face. Jumping back down to the mat, Rauch wraps her arms around her vacant eyed opponent and, grunting, lifts and muscles her fellow blonde until she has Anna seated on the top turnbuckle, where she sways with uncertainty. Scaling up the ropes, Melissa wraps her arm behind Anna's head, grabs hold of the bottom of her tights, and in a magnificent display of raw power, the petite Rauch lifts her foe up and over, slamming her down on the canvas with a ring-shaking impact!
A soft whine escapes Anna's slack mouth as Melissa schoolgirl pins her, imperiously commanding the ref to "Make it a ten count!"
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Tantalizingly wonderful, HV! :)
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Wow - two great stories featuring one of my old favorites, Rachel from Friends. Nice work and thanks.
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Christina Hendricks vs Kate Hudson
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This was it: Kate balled her fist and raised it into the air, the silent signal that she was about to unleash her devastating "Heartbreaker" heart punch, and the crowd trilled with excitement. The blonde then grabbed the arm of her stunned opponent and Irish whipped her into the ropes; Hendricks bounded off and rushed back toward the blonde. Hudson drew her right fist back, and as Christina neared, she unleashed the punch aimed squarely at the cleft of her rival's cleavage.
But instead of the sharp crack the impact usually produced, her fist only thudded into the soft flesh. Wisely, Christina had opted for a push-up bra for this match, enhancing her 32F's even more...and creating a protective buffer that absorbed much of the power of the blonde's blow!
Kate stood there in confusion, not quite understanding why her adversary wasn't now flat on her back and ready to be pinned. Meanwhile, the force of the punch was enough to snap Hendricks out of her daze. Seeing her opportunity, she seized it...and landed a haymaker of a heart punch all her own at the comparatively modest chest of her opponent. Caught utterly by surprise, Kate is instantly flattened to the mat, her glassy eyes staring uncomprehendingly at the arena lights above.
Dropping to her knees, the redhead grabs a leg of her foe and goes for the cover. And as the referee makes his three count, Christina purrs to her victim, "Looks like you're the one going home heartbroken tonight, sweetie. Happy Valentine's Day!"
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Victoria Pratt vs Gina Torres
They had first gotten to know each other more than 15 years earlier, on the set of Cleopatra 2525. Victoria was shorter, but nearly the same weight as Gina due to her well muscled body. Gina was more lithe and seemed more naturally athletic, something that bothered Vicky whenever she watched their campy little show. That was the beginning. Vicky challenged Gina to a wrestling match and was stunned when she lost a razor thin encounter to the mocha goddess. She couldn't believe her tanned, strong body could lose to her ebony costar. The scene repeated itself, over and over, with Gina winning more convincingly each time, no matter the type of fight. Even after both had moved on, Vicky eventually cutting off contact as Gina had taken to humiliating her sexually after the one sided contests, the blonde had always wanted revenge.
Having broken up Trace Adkins' marriage, while having her own husband stick by her side despite her adultery, Vicky realized she was still a stunningly hot piece of ass and began thinking back to those battles with her nemesis. As time passed she finally got the courage up to battle Gina one more time and invited the Suits star over to her home for a naked battle on New Year's Eve. "What better way to start 2017 than finally kicking Gina's ass," she thought to herself. All would be set right then. Sure, Gina's career had gone much better and she was married to another star actor, but Vicky refused to believe that it was because of the other woman's overall superiority to her. Visions of face sitting the bitch after breaking her body and will were enough to nearly make the Canadian cougar cream herself in anticipation.
Having successfully ditched their men, the gorgeous women had met in the basement to wage battle one more time. Gina had shown up with a bag that she simply identified as "what will be filling all your holes later" and set it down on a corner table. Vicky was 46, a year younger than her opponent, and 4 inches shorter than her 5'10" foe, but their weight was nearly identical due to the more muscular nature of the blonde. Both were beginning to sweat, even before they started, as their nervous energy ramped up. It was anything goes except for blows above the neck where only slaps were allowed.
The fight started fairly evenly, with the slightly younger woman gaining confidence that she could avenge all the humiliation of her past defeats. Despite the thicker frame, she was just as fit as the taller tigress and was holding her own. As the battle wore on, however, it became evident that Victoria still couldn't throw a punch well enough to get all her power into it and that Gina still had significant advantages in reach, quickness, technique, and overall athletic and fighting prowess. Seeing her familiar victim wearing down, Torres used her reach and quickness to slap the blonde in the face and punch her in the body while moving the younger woman back against the wall. Once there, Gina slammed a knee straight to the love mound of the now whimpering and demoralized Canadian woman. Using the knee to establish position, she then leaned in and locked her lips around those of her foe and slithered her tongue inside. While she aggressively kissed the losing battler, Gina pumped her knee into the tender crotch of the blonde causing her to gasp into the kiss and wearing her down even faster.
Reduced to tears, her energy and hope gone, Pratt was tossed to the ground. Her opponent discarded her, as if she was only so much trash to be taken out to the curb, and seated herself on the blonde's waist. "Give up Vicky. I'm better than you and I always will be. Give up now and I'll fuck you ten ways to Sunday with all my toys in the bag and then leave you alone. Otherwise, I'll stick around and give your man the fuck of his life so that all he ever thinks about when he's sliding inside your used up hole is what a real women can fuck like. Your choice, loser."
"I give." It was all the blonde could muster. She was so beaten and humiliated that she couldn't even cry. She was resigned to knowing, for the rest of her life, that the woman who had beaten her ass the first time on set was simply better than her in every way. Even so, she couldn't suppress the gasp when she saw her tormentor walk back over to her prone body with a strap on that looked like it was as big as her forearm.
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Miranda Cosgrove vs Bella Thorne
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Bella was on her knees, panting hard, her sweat-glistening body sagging as all of her strength seems spent. Before her stood Miranda, her lithe body equally soaked with sweat, but striking a pose of power and confidence. It had been a grueling match between them, but there could be no denying that the brunette had out-fought the arrogant redhead, and was now moments away from consigning Thorne to her first-ever catfighting defeat.
"This has been coming to you for a long time, you witch," Cosgrove sternly tells her rival. "Any famous last words?"
Tilting her head up, Bella gives the barest hint of a smug smile. "Pride comes before the fall," she purrs.
An instant later, her hands reach out and grab Miranda's bikini bottoms, yanking them down around her hips. As the redhead had anticipated, the demure Cosgrove's instinct would be to cover herself up in front of the spectators, which distracted her long enough for Thorne to throw a finger thrust into the brunette's windpipe. Gasping and gurgling, Miranda spins around and starts to stagger away...only to feel the grasp of her adversary's hands around her ankles. With a sudden jerk, Thorne yanks Miranda's legs out from under her, sending her crashing face-first to the floor.
Moving with a speed that belies her exhaustion, the redhead scrambles atop Cosgrove, sitting on her back and grabbing her hair. Yanking her rival's head back, Bella then begins to slam Miranda's face again and again into the floor. The plush carpeting absorbs some of the impact, but not enough to keep the brunette from being left dazed.
Climbing off of her victim, Thorne rolls the moaning Miranda over onto her back, and again mounts her, now sitting on her chest. But it's only a matter of moments before the redhead slides herself backward, until her rear end is settled down upon Cosgrove's face, smothering her. Frantically, the brunette thrashes beneath her tormentor, but lacks the strength to dislodge Bella. With an air of casual disdain, Thorne examines her fingernails as Miranda's movements grow more and more sluggish, until at last she ceases moving altogether.
As a final dollop of humiliation, Bella then strips Cosgrove of her bikini, leaving her nude as she lay on the floor unconscious.
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Nicole, truly magnificent! Not only have you ably demonstrated Kaley's talent for being able to turn the tide and seize victory, but you've put Hunter King on the radar, and that's a wonderful thing. :D
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Nicole, truly magnificent! Not only have you ably demonstrated Kaley's talent for being able to turn the tide and seize victory, but you've put Hunter King on the radar, and that's a wonderful thing. :D
Thank you, Jack! Yes, I'm quite a fan of Miss King as of late; she's terribly underused so hopefully we see more of her in other stories. :)
I'll see what I can do to help with that.... "grins"
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Bella Thorne vs Rose Leslie
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A storm was raging over a castle in Scotland, but its fury was nothing compared to the fight that was taking place in the great hall of that same castle.
The two topless redheads gave it all, but it seemed that in the end Bella had gained a definitive advantage over her opponent as she trapped Rose in her patented and dreaded facesit. The scottish lass wriggled and buckled trying to unseat Bella but soon her movements weakened until they stopped completely.
“Well..” said Bella while casually adjusting her hair “Looks like I’m still the most dominant redeaAAAAAYEEEEEEEEE!”
Bella’s gloating had become an ear piercing scream as Leslie sank her teeth in the tender flesh of her butt. The panicked American rolled away from her opponent, but Rose wasted no time and went after her and after a brief struggle she locked her alabaster legs around Bella's neck in a side headscissor.
Now the tables were turned and Bella found herself struggling to breathe as Leslie’s lithe but powerful legs compressed her windpipe. Then, Rose lounged forward, grabbed Bella’s thong and pulled hard forcing the fabric up her opponent pussy in a painful and humiliating wedgie.
Bella screamed in pain but this only served to deplete her oxygen supply and soon she lost consciousness. Cautiously, Rose released the headscissor and when she was sure that Bella wasn’t playing possum she got up to celebrate her victory. But as she was accepting the audience cheers she noticed that one particular guest wasn’t celebrating but instead was still sitting on a chair, looking at her with obvious anger and disdain.
Rose smiled at the guest and proceeded to strip Bella of her thong.
“Sorry sweety” she said to her semi-conscious opponent “You may be undefeated in the colonies, but over here your ass belongs to me”.
Then, while casually twirling the garment around her finger, she marched right in front of that particular guest.
“Did you see Sophie? It wasn’t that hard…for a real woman.”
Sophie Turner sprang to her feet and got face to face with Rose.
“I’ll show you who the real woman is.” Hissed the blonde british.
“Right here, right now?” Rosed retorted, “Of course, you know that fighting me when I’m tired is probably the only chance you have to beat me.”
Sophie looked at the other guests and knew that even if they had been more than happy to see another fight no one would have took seriously her victory in that particular situation.
“You decide place and time then” She said before turning her back to Rose and going to leave the room.
“Hey Sophie!”
Sophie turned around just in time to see Rose tossing Bella’s thong right in her face.
“Keep it for me. I will take it back along with your own”.
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Nicole, truly magnificent! Not only have you ably demonstrated Kaley's talent for being able to turn the tide and seize victory, but you've put Hunter King on the radar, and that's a wonderful thing. :D
Thank you, Jack! Yes, I'm quite a fan of Miss King as of late; she's terribly underused so hopefully we see more of her in other stories. :)
I'll see what I can do to help with that.... "grins"
I'll hold you to that, sir. ;)
As promised....
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Hunter King Vs. Kaley Cuoco: Payback
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Kaley walked down the hall after her match with Hunter King, unable to believe how close she had been to losing. But, then, she was Kaley freaking Cuoco – why was she so worried? No, it was a foregone conclusion that she'd win, she thought, as she opened the door to her locker room and was suddenly tackled from behind, and taken hard to the floor.
Before she could do anything to defend herself, Kaley felt a hand in her hair, which lifted her head up and slammed it into the hard floor, again and again and again until Kaley was nothing more than a drooling mess on the floor. She was then flipped over onto her back and – through her haze – saw a still topless Hunter King grinning down at her.
“Looks like someone hasn't learned they're old news,” Hunter said, as she reached down, grabbing Cuoco by the hair, “Especially since she keeps stealing WINS she doesn't DESERVE.”
“Be... beat you,” Kaley mumbled, as she was pulled to her feet, “Fair.... and square.”
“SHUT UUUUUUUUP!!!” Hunter screamed, before chucking Kaley face first into her mirror, causing it to shatter, the pieces falling down around Kaley's head. Hunter – grinning even wider – came up behind the stunned Cuoco, relieving her of her top, then pulling her away from the broken mirror before lifting her up, and slamming her into the floor with a Spinebuster.
Spinebuster: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luVp3elLSGQ
“You are about to get a taste of what's going to happen next time we meet, sweetie,” said Hunter, crawling on top of Kaley, breast to breast, engulfing Cuoco's with her own. As she leaned down, slipping her tongue down Cuoco's throat, she started grinding her breasts against Cuoco's, faster and faster. Cuoco couldn't decide between screaming or moaning, but Hunter made that decision for her when her hand found it's way down the Big Bang Theory stars shorts, two fingers slipping inside her and starting to pump, in and out, in and out.
Kaley couldn't believe what was happening to her, being manipulating by this younger bitches grinding and fingers, as she was panting faster and faster. She couldn't believe she couldn't defend herself. She couldn't believe-
“AHHHHHHFUCKFUCKFUCK,” Kaley screamed as she came, juices flowing down Hunter's hand, body writhing in orgasmic bliss before she passed out. Hunter sat up, pulling her hand out of Kaley's shorts, then leaned down, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“Ta ta for now, old news,” Hunter said, grinning, as she got up, sucking Cuoco's juices off her fingers, and walked out, looking forward to the next time the two would meet.
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Very nicely done indeed, Wiffo. :D
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If there's a better writer of breast battles than Nicole S, I have never read their stories. Great work again, Nicole! Love little Alison as a jobber!
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The casting couch isn't the only way some of your favorite female TV roles were cast...
Flashback 1955: Anita Ekberg vs Irish McCalla
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The two leopard skin-clad Amazonian blondes yelped and squealed as they stumbled around the room, their hands holding tight to the golden mane of the other. Suddenly Irish gave a sharp gasp of pain as Anita drove a knee up into her rival's belly. McCalla doubled over with a moan, and she was driven to her hands and knees as the Swede slammed a forearm blow across the American's back. "Sheena is mine!" Anita hissed, confident she was on the verge of battering her fellow aspirant for the role into oblivion.
But suddenly with a roar, Irish leaps up, throwing a shoulder hard into Ekberg's belly, winding her. Showing amazing power, McCalla throws her fellow statuesque blonde over her shoulders, then starts to whirl around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an airplane spin. Anita howls in panic as she swiftly rendered dizzy, but that's nothing to the impact of the bodyslam she suffers, as McCalla throws Ekberg to the floor with all of her might.
Anita lay there, stunned and groaning, as Irish placed a foot upon her heaving chest, pinning her with contempt, and taking the role of Sheena for herself.
Flashback 1979: Catherine Bach vs. Barbi Benton
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Gasping and gurgling, Catherine's hands tugged frantically at the arm that tightened across her throat. Growing weaker, the strangled brunette slowly sank to her knees, her eyes glassy and heavy-lidded. "Time for you to go beddy-bye, bitch!" Barbi purred. Suddenly, in an act of final desperation, Bach reached up with both hands and grabbed tight to her tormentor's jet-black hair. Throwing herself forward and pulling Benton's mane, Catherine flipped the startled Playmate over. Benton landed with a thud on her back, momentarily stunned.
With a groan Barbi rolled over, intend on pushing herself back up to her feet. But back scrambled atop her, sitting on her back. With her left hand she grabbed Benton's right ankle, bending her shapely leg back. With her right hand, she reached behind her and grabbed Barbi's hair again, yanking her head back. The embattled brunette shrieked as her body was painfully bent, the agony draining her power. After nearly two full minutes of this torment, Benton was suitably weakened for the revived Catherine to release her dual handholds and turn herself around. Still sitting on her rival's back, Bach pinched closed Barbi's nose and used her other hand to cover her mouth, smothering her as she painfully wrenched the brunette's head back. Benton's eyes were wide with panic, her feet kicking furiously at the floor as her hands slapped and tugged haplessly at Catherine's own hands.
Soon enough, Barbi's eyes fluttered shut and her body went limp. Triumphantly, Catherine crawled off of her beaten opponent and tugged Barbi's cropped denim shorts down her legs and off completely. Rising up, Bach placed a foot on the semi-conscious girl's rear end and held the purloined shorts up as her spoils of war. "From now on," Bach said with a smile to the network executives among the elite spectators, "there's only one Daisy Duke, and you're looking at her!"
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Thank you Jackflash Jump!! Great match-ups!
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Jackflash Jump,
These last two were even more amazing stories. Great match ups. I would have loved to seen these from the beginning. Great job.
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Jennette McCurdy vs. Selena Gomez & Ariana Grande
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Suffice to say, this hadn't been much a contest at all. Which wouldn't be a surprising result for a handicap match, but what was atypical in this particular occasion was which side enjoyed the clear advantage. Despite being outnumbered, Jennette thoroughly controlled the vast majority of the fight between her two opponents. Selena and Ariana had very brief flashes of combined offense going early on, but even when working together both these couldn't hold down McCurdy for long. Instead of a revenge match for the two much humiliated jobbers, this seemed to be more about displaying Jennette's strong catfighting skills and strength.
We jump to the conclusion as Jennette bodyslams an already exhausted Selena to the mat on her back. Next was Ariana, who had previously been stripped of her top and plaid skirt leaving her in just as skimpy attire as her bikini-clad partner, as she was then bodyslamed right on top of Selena. Ariana's body crashed down on top of Selena; her body criss-crossed with Gomez underneath with their tummies being the meeting point. Jennette was ready for her encore as she eagerly hopped up the rope in the turnbuckle and psyched the crowd up for her upcoming exclamation point. Bending her knees and setting up her takeoff, Jennette leaped high in the air and moved her tiny yet powerful body into a tight ball as cameras flashed and the two stacked up jobbers looked up in terror. The curled up McCurdy descended down and just before she landed down on her target she spread her body out mid-air landing with a ring-shaking impact. The crowd oohed as Jennette came crashing down on the two bodies; both Ariana's and Selena's limbs underneath bouncing up off the mat on impact only to thud back down on the mat.
The move was spectacular both visually and physically as it completely knocked the wind of the two now unconscious jobbers remained stacked in a pile; Ariana on top of Selena. Jennette took a seat on the body pile as the ref made the easy three count and the bell was rung. Jennette had fairly easily took down two girls outnumbered; two weaklings sure but still impressive nevertheless. Jennette got to her feet and raised her hands in victory while looking down with a smirk at her still piled up victims. Adding some insult to injury, Jennette proceeded to strip both girls remaining clothes off, first their tops followed by their bottoms leaving them both completely naked except for their sneakers on their feet. Stuffing Selena's bikini bottom in Ariana's mouth and Ariana's white lace panties in Selena's mouth, Jennette would take their tops as souvenirs of her victory before marching down the ramp back to the locker room. The medics would have to roll a stretcher to the ring and place both squashed jobbers on the same stretcher; yet again with Ariana piled atop Selena only this time with them facing each other while strapped in tight and rolling them up the ramp and backstage for some much needed recovery.
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Nice story; a story with Ashley Graham ♥ ?
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Charlize Theron vs Mary Elizabeth Winstead
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It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Having already fought and defeated Theron once before, Mary Elizabeth had big plans for this rematch. For one thing, she insisted it be held in Charlotte, North Carolina...her home turf. She wanted to utterly destroy the blonde in body and spirit and prove her supremacy before her own people. This, she believed, would establish her as one of the top celeb catfighters.
As the match unfolded in the early minutes, Winstead was the aggressor, keeping Charlize on the defensive. But then, slowly but steadily, the South African began to turn the tide. In time, the brunette found her every effort at offense blocked, countered and thwarted. And soon enough, it was Mary Elizabeth who was on the defensive, frantically trying to stave off a defeat she had deemed too impossible to even contemplate before the fight had begun.
And now, all the brunette craved was defeat; a release from the torment she was suffering. Theron subjected her adversary to a vast array of holds, each more painfully punishing than the last. Tears streaked down Winstead's face, smearing trails of black mascara down her cheeks as she choked back whimpered sobs. As this massacre unfolded the crowd...which had been almost exclusively behind the hometown girl at the start...had now shifted its allegiance to the golden-haired Amazon. "Finish her!" came the eager calls from the spectators, and Charlize was more than happy to comply.
Standing in the center of the mansion's large living room, legs spread apart, her glistening body rippling with raw power, Theron held her naked rival across her shoulders in a Torture Rack, Winstead's spine bent back agonizingly. In the space of a few heartbeats the brunette began to shriek her submission...but Charlize cruelly kept her trapped in her hold, until at last the sheer pain drove Mary Elizabeth into semi-consciousness.
Dumped unceremoniously to the carpeted floor, the would-be Queen of this land lay there in a stupor, softly mewling in pain as a trail of drool trickled from the corner of her mouth.
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Scarlett Johansson VS Jennifer Lawrence
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The crowd knew there was going to be a catfight as soon as the two red-dressed beauties locked eyes. Jennifer stared down her buxom opponent with undisguised envy; while she filled out her dress impressively enough, Johansson was practically bursting the seams of her own gown as her cleavage dwarfed Lawrence's considerably. No words were spoken, only a subtle gesture from Lawrence for Scarlett to follow her to the washroom so they could settle their disagreement like women.
Jen was thankful she had contained her temper and hadn't challenged Scarlett right there on the red carpet; to put it bluntly, she was getting her ass handed to her. Her years of experience were rendered moot as the mother of one flung her against every wall of the shower room. They'd both stripped of their dresses prior to the fight, which only made things worse as Johansson's voluptuous breasts entranced the lesser equipped blonde with every gravity-obeying bounce. As they grappled for another minute or two, Scarlett managed to find an opening in Lawrence's unusually sloppy offense and managed to ensnare the latter in a bearhug. Their ample breasts mushroomed against each other as each girl gave it their all. Jennifer gritted her teeth. She knew it wouldn't be a piece of cake, but her breasts had never faced this much resistance. It disheartened and intimidated her that Scarlett's jugs were almost twice her size, but she was a staunch believer that size didn't matter in a titfight. If she could beat a rack this size, her reputation would soar.
Likewise, Scarlett found that Jen's C cups were offering much more of a fight than she had previously expected. She began to notice, to her great shock, that her infamous globes were actually beginning to lose ground to the younger blonde's own set - of course, not without a great deal of effort on the latter's part. Despite arching her back, her impressive double Ds were compressed further as Jen smirked in defiance. In desperation, Johansson managed to muscle Jen against the wall as both girls gave out an audible ooof upon impact. Using the wall for added leverage, Scarlett managed to press her entire body weight against her taller opponent as she instead used her arms to pin Lawrence's wrists against the wall tiles, her larger breasts now starting to resist the firm pair of her opponent as Jen's eyes slowly widened. Lawrence gritted her teeth as she struggled to keep her foe's DDs at bay, but there was simply way too much boob for her to handle. She groaned as she felt Scarlett's breasts rapidly engulfing her own.
So, she did what anyone would do if they found themselves on the brink of defeat. She raised her leg directly between Scarlett's legs. "You little bitch!" Scarlett seethed as she clutched her womanhood, stumbling backwards as she fought to remain vertical. With Scarlett temporarily dazed, Jennifer knew she could still prove her breasts were best. She cupped her fabulous breasts before wrestling Scarlett to the ground, using her strong legs to grapevine Johansson's own and fought to spread them wide. Scarlett's eyes widened in shock as she took in Jennifer's heaving breasts, just inches above her own face. Lawrence bent forward and whispered sultrily: "You might have the bigger tits, but they're nothing more than cosmetic," Jen growled as she brushed her chest against Scarlett's face, "and they won't save you from these."
With that, Jennifer planted her breasts atop Scarlett's pleading face and gave her a perfect breast smother. Her opponent gave a muffled scream as she found her oxygen sapped by Jennifer's large globes. Lawrence smiled as Scarlett struggled for breath, laughing as she reassured the blonde: "Hush, hush. Just go to sleep. No one's ever stayed awake between my tits.” After a several minutes, the actress's words were proven accurate as Johansson's struggles finally ceased and she laid quiet.
Another awesome write up! Now we will see how far JLaw can go won't we
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Max (Kat Dennings) vs. Penny (Kaley Cuocu)
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The bi-coastal feud between New York waitress Max and LA waitress Penny had rapidly erupted into the hottest feud in apartment wrestling, with sponsors falling over themselves to bring the two rivals together to battle one another in major cities across America. What sustained their ferocious contest was that the two buxom battlers were so evenly matched; while each would win battles, neither could consistently conquer the other enough to claim victory of the entire war. And so they continued to fight again and again in their perpetual stalemate.
For their next battle, to be held at the palatial Dallas mansion of an oil baron, the decision was made to change the rules a bit, in the interest of seeing what happens. For this match, to win one girl must pin the other for a count of ten. A second stipulation is that both are forbidden from using their signature finisher, the breast smother.
As the brawl raged on, as per usual the two beauties fought to a standoff, with neither able to hold the advantage over the other for long. Just as clear was that the white hot hatred between the two had not cooled one degree; if anything, their shared animosity was more intense than ever, as they hissed curses and threats through gritted teeth, both swearing to not only beat the other, but humiliate the defeated girl.
The match had passed the thirty minute mark, and although both Penny and Max were straining at the very limits of their endurance, they both continued to fight with ever iota of their dwindling power. Suddenly, after a sustained offensive of several minutes, Penny appeared poised on the brink of triumph. As a dazed Max lay on the floor, her blonde nemesis sat straddling her. Instinctively, Penny pinned the brunette's wrists to the carpet and leaned forward to press down her breasts over the face of her rival. But the evening's ombudsman called out to remind the West Coaster that such a smother was banned from this match. Remembering that, Penny spat out a sharp profanity. Sitting atop her foe, she seems confused as to what she should do next. And that brief respite was all Max needed to gather her wits. With a sudden violent thrash, she managed to throw her tormentor off.
They raged on in battle for several minutes more, their lush, sweat-soaked bodies stripped of all but their thong panties. Eventually both struggled up to their feet and flung themselves at one another, their bodies slamming together with the thud of wet flesh, each grunting and gasping as she pressed herself ever-harder against the other, bound and determined to drive her hated rival back.
Suddenly, Max broke the impasse by driving a knee upward, slamming into Penny's tummy just above her panties waistband. The blonde grunted heavily in pained discomfort and doubled over; the brunette dipped her knees and drew her opponent across her shoulders. With an Amazonian roar, Max found the strength to stand up, lifting Penny dead weight. The New Yorker then made a complete 360° spin before SLAMMING Penny to the floor!
The blonde lay there moaning, glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling, her bare breasts still jiggling from the impact, her body limp save for an involuntary twitch in her right leg. She was ripe for the pinning, and Max knew just how she was going to accomplish it. After all, hadn't she promised to not simply beat this blonde bitch, but also humiliate her?
One hand placed against the nearby wall to help balance herself, the brunette placed one foot on her rival's belly, then the other. Moving carefully, Max then placed her left foot between Penny's breasts, and pressed the sole of her right foot to the face of her foe. The spectators sat with mouths agape, as the East Coast battler humbled her nemesis by trampling her! Penny whined beneath the weight of her oppressor, but lacked the power to throw her off. With a smirk, Max then led the onlookers in a count to ten as the blonde lay helpless and humiliated beneath her feet.
As the victorious Max stepped off of her conquered rival and accepted the boisterous ovation from the elite crowd, one spectator turned to the fellow to his right and said, "For anyone else, this would be a career-ender. But Penny won't let this keep her down." The other gentleman replied, "I can't wait to see how she gets her revenge!"
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Yay, another victory for my girl Max ;D
I think this rivalry would deserve a complete story, but sadly I still don't have the skill to write a proper long story.
BTW I was thinking about these two enemies forced to team up against another unlikely team: who would you see as worthy opponents (provided that we are talking about the fantasy characters of Max and Penny and not Kat and Kaley)?
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Max (Kat Dennings) vs Bernadette (Melissa Rauch)
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Just like two stag with their horns locked, Max and Bernadette were using their best assets in the final moments of their match as the two topless beauties stood toe to toe, locked their fingers in a test of strength and then slammed their famed boobs against each other.
Both women expertly used their firm breasts, pushing and rubbing them against their opponent’s; and in the end it seemed that Max slight size advantage seemed to be the decisive factor as Bernadette breasts were pancaked against her ribcage, forcing the blonde battler to step back and moan in pain.
“Just give up shorty” Hissed Max “It doesn’t matter how hard you fight, I’m still going to kick your ass”.
Bernadette only answer was a weak push as she stubbornly tried to fight back.
Max scoffed at the blonde’s pathetic attempt and slightly arched her back preparing to inflict the final blow, but when she finally pushed forward her breasts with all her strength, Bernadette back stepped with her right leg and used her right arm to drag an unbalanced Max to the ground.
The hard impact dazzled Max and Bernadette quickly used the advantage to drop her mammaries over the brunette face, then she wrapped her arms around the back of her head, effectively blocking Max oxygen supply in a prison of sweating flesh.
The last thing that Max heard before losing consciousness was Bernadette gloating: “It’s not about fighting hard, bitch. It’s about fighting smart”
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Max (Kat Dennings) vs Bernadette (Melissa Rauch)
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Fantastic! ;D
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Max vs. Penny
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The topless brunette muscled her dazed arch-rival backward until the equally bare blonde's back was pressed against the penthouse wall. A wicked half-smirk came to Max's pouty lips as she prepared to attempt a maneuver told to her by Nicole C. Dipping her knees a bit, Max situated her large breasts beneath those of Penny, while she cupped her hands behind the blonde's head. Straightening up, the New Yorker impressively lifted up her opponent's breasts, even as she pulled Penny's head down, until at last she was able to bury the West Coast beauty's face between her own breasts, administered a self-jugging!
Penny's arms flailed and she gave muffled cries of distress, but she lacked the strength to break free. Soon enough her movements grew sluggish and her body began to go limp. Another few moments of this, it was clear to all, and she would be unconscious.
So it came as quite a surprise when Max suddenly released her rival. Penny gasped loudly for air, her reddened face soaked with sweat, as the brunette stepped back, carrying the ragdoll body of her adversary as she dragged her away from the wall and laid her down on the carpeted floor. The brunette then rolled the blonde over onto her back and sat straddling her belly. "I think you were enjoying that self-motor boating just a little too much," Max taunts her. "But now that you've tried the rest, get ready for the best!" With that she bent down, and her own breasts encompassed the panicked Penny's face, reserving for the East Coast battler the pleasure of knocking out her nemesis to herself.
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Max vs. Penny
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After an excellent meal, the two gentlemen enjoyed cigars and brandys, with the host showing his guest around the large living room of his Bel Air mansion, with walls adorned with world class Impressionest art. They paused in front of one odd piece, however. Perplexed, the guest asked, "Avant garde?" His confusion is understandable, as the 'art' consisted of a museum-class gilded frame hung to showcase two almost perfectly symmetrical, side-be-side indentations in the plaster wall. The host chuckled and said, "Of a sort. And in a way, that's the most treasured piece in my collection." He then began to recount the tale of the origin of the unusual damage to his wall.
The mansion often plays host to apartment wrestling matches...indeed, the guest for dinner this evening had attended a few there himself. The most recent battle to grace the house was a wild confrontation between Max and Penny. As in all of their battles, both beauties were too evenly matched for one to dominate the other, so they fought to a near-stalemate until the very end, when endurance, or luck, would carry one wildcat to victory over the other. This being on the West Coast, the attendees that night were predominantly in favor of fellow Californian Penny, particularly since she had previously suffered a rather humiliating defeat at the hands (and breasts) of Max back on the East Coast. And their flaxen-haired champion did not fail them, as after a brutal back-and-forth brawl, she began to take uncontested control of the contest.
Finally, Penny was ready to finish her rival off, and she decided to get creative. She grabbed the brunette's ankles and dragged her across the carpet until they were near a wall...this very wall, as a matter of fact. Holding tight to the New Yorker's legs, the blonde threw herself backward to the floor, catapulting the shrieking Max up and forward...and causing her to slam chest-first into the wall with such force, her breasts impacted into the plaster, denting it several inches deep! The brunette recoiled from the impact, and was barely conscious as her lush body thudded to the floor. Penny stoop up and planted a foot down on her fallen foe's battered bosom, drawing a whimper of pain from the dazed beauty as she lay there in defeat.
And so as to commemorate that memorable finish, the host proudly framed the damage.
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FLASHBACK 1973: Caroline Munro vs Raquel Welch
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What better place for the top American catfighter, Raquel, to face the British queen of catting, Caroline, than on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic? A luxury liner was duly rented for the momentous occasion, and the two beauties were set loose upon one another to determined Western Hemisphere hegemony.
It was an epic confrontation, raging for a full forty minutes, as the two brunettes savagely tore into one another, their skimpy bikinis straining to contain their equally bountiful pulchritude. Finally, it appeared as if Welch were taking charge of the fight. She need only continue to press her advantage, and victory would surely be within her grasp. But it was at this moment that ego got the better of her, and instead of finishing off Munro once and for all, she opted to parade her around the ship's ballroom, showing her hapless rival off before the assembled spectators (more than a hundred of the 'Jet Set'), taunting the Brit, seeking to humiliate her and break her spirit.
But all this succeeded in doing was giving Caroline the time she needed to recuperate, and she took full advantage of it. Finally, as the American dragged her stumbling around the room by her hair, Munro roared back to life, overwhelming Raquel with a flurry of punches, slap and kicks. Knocked flat to her back, Welch's eyes went wide with terror as her opponent grabbed her ankles, split her legs, and hovered her heel over the triangle of fabric over the Yank's womanhood. Raquel pleaded with her not to do it, 'window washing' the air frantically with her hands, but Munro's only response was a half-smirk, followed by five quick, hard, vicious stomps. Welch gave a gurgled scream, and when Caroline released her legs, Raquel curled into a ball and sobbed in agony.
That wasn't the end of it for the American beauty, unfortunately. Munro hoisted the near-limp body of her adversary up over her right shoulder, and now it was her turn to display her as a huntress would her bagged game. Raquel sobbed and mewled as she was carried helplessly for the viewing of all, and she whimpered her submission.
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Thought I'd give a stab at writing. Hope it goes well.
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Elisha Cuthbert 5'3" vs Jessica Biel 5'7"
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Both Elisha Cuthbert and Jessica Biel had been out of the celebrity wrestling game for a while. They tried to move on to different things but the call back ended up being too much for them. Whether it was for the money or the thrill of winning, both had gotten in shape and prepared for their returning matches. The timing worked out perfectly for them to have a match against each other. The match started with some dirty tactics from Elisha that seemed to put her ahead but eventually Biel proved to be just too much of a powerhouse for Elisha. As Elisha walked towards her downed opponent, Biel surprised her by jumping up, hugging her, and then lifting her weaker opponent and throwing her back down with a belly to belly suplex. Both laid on the floor stunned for a moment but eventually Elisha felt her scalp burn as she was lifted up. She then felt Biel's strong legs snake around her torso and let out an involuntary yell as they tightened around her.
Elisha began having trouble breathing which was not aided by the full nelson she was also trapped in. Elisha fought, refusing to admit defeat. She would not lose in her first match. She refused! Biel realized this and didn't want to risk losing the upper hand. "You still think you can win, don't you. Fine, I'll spare you from having to submit." She transitioned from the full nelson to a sleeper hold. Elisha's gasp was cut short as Biel flexed her muscles and it was only moments before she passed out that her eyes went wide as she finally realized that she was helpless.
Biel let the passed out dead weight that was Elisha Cuthbert drop to the floor. Put her foot on her victim's chest, flipped her off, and then raised a hand in victory.
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Thought I'd give a stab at writing. Hope it goes well.
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As far as I'm concerned, it went very well. I hope to see more from you here, and often! :)
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Kristen Bell VS Mila Kunis
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Ever since filming Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Kristen and Mila have cultivated a catty rivalry over the years. Since they were playing romantic rivals in the movie, the running debate during filming, amongst the other actors and crew, was who would win in a catfight. The two actresses each playfully boasted they would kick the other's ass in a fight, even to each other's faces, but it only went as far as the two actresses sizing each other up a little, getting in each other's faces, and then laughing it off. So the debate was never settled. Over the years the debate was kept alive thru catty texts back and forth, usually consisting of a work out pic and playful trash talk. Fast forward 8 years, reunited in the movie Bad Moms, the debate is rekindled all thru out filming and the two actresses have met up, in a private hotel suite, after the wrap party, to finally settle the debate.
It has been nearly an hour since both ladies entered the hotel room. At the start of the fight, the rules were hairpulling and slapping only. But flash forward to the present and we find the two combatants nearing the end of what appears to have been a vicious catfight. The room shows signs that the fight took place almost everywhere, knocked over lamps, turned over chairs, messy bed with pillows everywhere, small clumps of blonde and brunette hair, and torn tank tops, bras, shorts and panties scattered thru out the battleground. Kristen and Mila are both still struggling against each other in the center of the room on the plush rug, rolling over each other, covered in sweat, both with scratch, slap, punch, and kick marks left all over each others bodies. Most of the marks concentrated on the face and breasts in the form of red welts and scratch marks.
Mila is finally getting the upper hand in this epic struggle, when she is able to slowly pull herself onto Kristen's back using two handfuls of hair and their sweaty bodies, to slide behind a now face down Kristen. Both ladies breathing heavy and slowly, squirming for control. Kristen is too weak to push Mila off, and Mila is lying on top of Kristen, catching her breath, both her hands buried in sweaty blond hair trying to muster enough strength to "Finish Her". Mila is able to free her legs and spread them, straddling Kristen's ass. Mila takes a deep breath and pulls herself up off the rug, leaning back to sit up, the whole time her hands are still clamped onto Kristen's hair, bending the blonde's body backwards. Kristen reaches back blindly, yelping in pain from every yank, trying to pry Mila's hands from her hair and her burning scalp. Mila slides to Kristen's lower back and yanks back hard, twisting her fingers deeper into the blonde's hair to secure her position on top before leaning back with all her weight. Mila reclines backwards clamped onto the blonde's hair, gritting her teeth, with her back almost laying on top of Kristen's legs. Kristen's face is now beet red, tears beginning to form, and her burning scalp is the only thing keeping her from passing out from the throbbing pain being inflicted on her back. Kristen feels a little relief on her scalp, when Mila releases her right hand from Kristen's hair. But before Kristen can breath a sigh of relief, Mila wrings out the blonde hair from her free hand and swings her arm around from back all the way to Kristen's sweaty face...SMACK! Kristen's body goes limp underneath Mila. The brunette, sensing victory, sits up , pulls back on Kristen's hair with her left hand turning the blonde's face slightly to find an open target and swings her right arm around again, connecting with the side of Kristen's face...SMACK! Mila grips Kristen's hair with both hands and pulls the blonde's head back to hers and whisper's in her ear, "You had enough bitch?" Kristen, fighting off the tears, nods her head in defeat. Mila pushes herself off her beaten opponent and makes her way to the shower hoping to wash off at least a little of the signs of the vicious catfight. Mila gazes upon her naked body in the full length mirror in the bathroom, shakes her head as she takes inventory of all her battle scars, "I guess I will need some time to heal up before I give that bitch Natalie (Portman) a call so we can finally settle THAT debate."
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Victoria Justice vs Bella Thorne
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It was called the "Pray for Mercy", a particularly effective...and humiliating...finisher. The victim...in this instance Victoria Justice...was on her knees, head tilted up and back and face buried in the crotch of her tormentor...Bella Thorne...as the redhead also applied a standing headscissors. Victoria's hands slapped and tugged frantically at the thighs of her opponent, her muffled cries betraying her distress.
Utterly confident of victory, the redhead stood there with her hands defiantly on her hips, a smug smirk on her deceptively angelic face as she proceeded to decimate and defeat yet another adversary, extending her unblemished streak of triumphs by yet another win. Many wondered who could possible put an end to the redhead's reign of terror, but all knew one sure thing: that woman would not be Victoria, whose body now went limp as she succumbed to the inky darkness of unconsciousness.
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HWA: Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
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As befits the main event on a Hollywood Wrestling Alliance pay-per-view, this match between Emma and Kristen did no disappoint...although it was less of a wrestling match than it was a Pier 1 brawl! The two longtime rivals held back nothing as the advantage swung back and forth between them. For it wasn't simply the quest for victory on the line tonight...there was a very special stipulation as well: the loser would have to serve as the personal maid of the winner for a full 30 days. Both brunette beauties were determined to make the other her servant, thus humiliating the loser for a full month. Failure to comply would result in a lifetime HWA ban.
Now, as the match neared the thirty minute mark, the commentators began speculating that Stewart ought to think about getting herself sized for a maid's uniform, as Watson had at last taken command of the battle. The Brit slammed her American arch-nemesis from pillar to post, rattling Kristen with dropkicks, bodyslams and a Hurricanrana. Glassy-eyed and panic-stricken, the battered Stewart lay in a heap on the canvas as the English las was met with a roar of approval from the crowd as she gave the signal for her finisher, the "Hail Britainia" sharpshooter, a hold that Kristen had never been able to escape in the past.
But as her adversary advanced on her, Stewart slipped a hand into the cleavage of her one-piece suit and retrieved a small metal cylinder, which she palmed with her right hand. As Emma reached down for her, Kristen swung her right arm around, clocking the Brit hard in the temple. Emma shot upright and stood there, swaying...but one look in her vacant eyes made it painfully obvious that she was out on her feet. After several long moments, she suddenly toppled backward like a felled redwood. Kristen swiftly threw herself across her opponent's torso, but didn't even bother to hook a leg...she knew that Watson was done for. And with the ref's count of 1...2...3, the match was over. Stewart rose to her feet to a cascade of boos from the crowd, but she beamed an arrogant smile of victory, ignoring the jeers.
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The next morning, the HWA cameras where there at Stewart's mansion to record Emma's first of thirty days as her servant. The British battler was garbed in a skimpy French maid's uniform, and Kristen took great delight in commanding her to "shine my ring boots" and "get on your hands and knees and scrub the floor". Lounging at poolside, Stewart told the cameras that she was planning a string of cocktail parties in the month ahead, and invited a Who's Who of past opponents for Emma, so that "my servant" could be at the beck and call of women she has battled many times. With an impish grin, Kristen then demonstrated a clause in the contract she was particularly pleased with; when asked if she was enjoying herself, Emma was required to curtsy and say, "It's a pleasure to serve your every need, mum."...and to do it with a smile. That her smile was through clenched teeth made it obvious that once the thirty days were up, she was going to do her level best to make Stewart pay for every last indignation. But until that time, Kristen fully intended to make the most of her new 'employee'
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Fantastic. I would love to know what Kristen do with Emma every day.
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Love your stories ! I might have missed it but has Bella Thorne went up against Kaley Cuoco?
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As far as I'm concerned, it went very well. I hope to see more from you here, and often! :)
Thanks. I appreciate it. Here's round 2. I must have done something right because someone made a request for this one.
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Elisha Cuthbert 5'2.5" vs Mary Winstead 5'8"
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This match had become hard to watch, even for the most loyal fans. Elisha Cuthbert, still upset about her previous loss to Jessica Biel, had let all of her rage out on Mary Winstead. There were multiple opportunities where Elisha could have won but just when it seemed like she would, she released the hold. Mary had done fairly well in the beginning but after an attack to the eyes and a low blow, the match was all Elisha's and she enjoyed it. This was her way to send a message to the locker room. She was back and she was unstoppable.
Elisha had just speared her dazed opponent to the mat. She stood up, put her foot on her fallen foes chest, watched Mary trying to get her breath back, and smiled. Sure of herself, she took some time on the turnbuckle with her arms raised high. Taking in the cheers and the boos. She dropped back down. Mary Winstead was trying to get back onto her feet. She was on her hands and knees crawling towards the rope for leverage. Cuthbert simply used her foot to push her down onto her back and then put her in a schoolgirl pin. She flexed and squeezed her legs putting as much pressure onto Winstead's head as she possible could. Mary was desperate to get free. Her chest was being compressed by the blonde and she was finding it harder to breathe. Her scalp burned as it Elisha lifted it as hard as she could and pressed it against herself. Cuthbert could barely see Mary's eyes widen with fear. The blonde leaned back, closed her eyes, and started laughing. This was what she came back for, this feeling of domination.
Mary Winstead had one last trick up her sleeve though. Cuthbert had forgotten how flexible this dancer was. When Cuthbert tilted her head back to laugh, Winstead lifted her toned leg up and hooked it underneath the shorter blonde's chin. She pulled Cuthbert down and used her other leg to lock the hold around Elisha's neck. Cuthbert was stunned and tried desperately to pry Mary's legs off of her. Mary knew that this would be the last chance she had and managed to keep it locked. Elisha quickly realized that she was having trouble focusing and struggled desperately. However, she wasn't able to think clearly and slowly her struggles died out as she passed out from the hold.
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Mary could barely move but she released the hold and smiled as she laid on the ground and heard the surprised audiences booming applause. She won...barely...but she won.
Elisha managed to come to and get up just as Winstead started to find the energy to once again crawl to the ropes to use it for leverage. Infuriated, the blonde let out a loud yell and ran towards Winstead curb stomping her head to the mat. She then lifted her helpless foe in the air and dropped her in a gut wrenching piledriver.
Cuthbert crawled up to her knocked out foe, leaned in, whispered something into her ear, kissed Winstead's forehead, and walked out to a sea of boos.
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Thanks for the recommendation. Hope I didn't disappoint.
Well, I was thinking of a fight between Elisha Cuthbery and Mary Winstead? With Cuthbert being absolutely brutal but gets overconfident and Mary uses this to defeat her
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Great story
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Love the story
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Thanks for the recommendation. Hope I didn't disappoint.
Well, I was thinking of a fight between Elisha Cuthbery and Mary Winstead? With Cuthbert being absolutely brutal but gets overconfident and Mary uses this to defeat her
Nope, you did the opposite of disappoint. That was tremendous. :D
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Well, thanks to the reset, we're going to hit a hundred pages in this thread for the second time. I'd say that calls for something special, don't you?
Any suggestions? Should we ask contributors to post pieces with specific celebs? Or by hair color? Or only write stories about famous redheads from Estonia? What say you?
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I like the requests idea; sorta like a greatest hits of everyone's fav matchups
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I'd like to request a match where the only way to win is force the loser to submit and beg to be the winner to be her personal sex slave for a month
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Bella Thorne vs Michelle Williams
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This was it, the moment had come at last. No longer would she merely be the big fish in...well, not a small pond, more like one of the Great Lakes. But now, she was prepared to make her move, and become Queen of the Seven Seas.
Having decimated her fellow 'Young Guns' with a string of unbroken victories, Bella had leveled a challenge at one of the major players of the celeb fight circle, none other than Michelle Williams. Once she took down the vaunted blonde, Thorne assured herself, she would be recognized as the most lethal player in the game.
Of course, a great many people...not just former adversaries, but quite a few spectators as well...were pinning their hopes on Williams putting an end of the redhead's reign of wrestling terror. Those hopes appeared dashed as Bella tore into her adversary the moment their match began, overwhelming the startled veteran as Thorne tore into her like a banshee. Soon enough, she had Williams in tears and howling in pain as she ravaged her spine with a Boston crab. Things looked bleak for the blonde, and a smug smirk on Bella's face made it obvious she saw triumph within her reach.
But her years of experience serve Michelle well as she ultimately manages to turn the tide and gain the upper hand. From that point on, it's no longer a match...it's a tutorial, with Williams as the Professor, and Thorne as the very unwilling pupil. Soon enough, it's the younger woman who is screaming in agony, tears streaking down her face. Every attempt to go back on the offensive is easily deflected by the veteran, and soon Bella finds she's exhausted her bag of tricks.
What's more, beyond the physical torment, there is the psychological damage inflicted on Thorne, as Michelle expertly wheedles into her young opponent's head, whispering taunts and threats that cracks away at the redhead's ego.
The end finally arrived when Williams decided the time had come. She did not seek to wring a submission out of the haughty redhead, nor knock her out. Michelle simply stood over her, hands on her hips, looked down her nose, and icily hissed, 'You're finished. Get out of my sight...now."
Terror in her eyes, Bella scrambles up from the floor and scurries out of the room, her tail tucked between her legs.
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I'd like to request a match where the only way to win is force the loser to submit and beg to be the winner to be her personal sex slave for a month
ooooh between who though? like a Taylor Swift vs Katy Perry? Miley Cyrus vs Hayley Williams? Alison Brie vs Aubrey Plaza? so many possibilities! :O
Or Scarlett Johansson vs Alexandra Daddario?,Kim Kardashian vs Kate Upton? There really are so many choices!
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Tayor vs Scarlett
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Quoted:
I'd like to request a match where the only way to win is force the loser to submit and beg to be the winner to be her personal sex slave for a month
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ooooh between who though? like a Taylor Swift vs Katy Perry? Miley Cyrus vs Hayley Williams? Alison Brie vs Aubrey Plaza? so many possibilities! :O
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Or Scarlett Johansson vs Alexandra Daddario?,Kim Kardashian vs Kate Upton? There really are so many choices!
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Taylor vs Scarlett
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You can add to the above great ideas: Charlize Theron vs Yvonne Strahovski; Missy Peregrym vs Jennifer Lawrence; Kate Upton vs Brooklyn Decker....and on and on ad infinitum. It's hard to go wrong with this...
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I'd like to request a match where the only way to win is force the loser to submit and beg to be the winner to be her personal sex slave for a month
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ooooh between who though? like a Taylor Swift vs Katy Perry? Miley Cyrus vs Hayley Williams? Alison Brie vs Aubrey Plaza? so many possibilities! :O
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Or Scarlett Johansson vs Alexandra Daddario?,Kim Kardashian vs Kate Upton? There really are so many choices!
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Taylor vs Scarlett
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You can add to the above great ideas: Charlize Theron vs Yvonne Strahovski; Missy Peregrym vs Jennifer Lawrence; Kate Upton vs Brooklyn Decker....and on and on ad infinitum. It's hard to go wrong with this...
Charlize Theron vs Yvonne Strahovski is a classic match up :)
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Quoted:
I'd like to request a match where the only way to win is force the loser to submit and beg to be the winner to be her personal sex slave for a month
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ooooh between who though? like a Taylor Swift vs Katy Perry? Miley Cyrus vs Hayley Williams? Alison Brie vs Aubrey Plaza? so many possibilities! :O
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Or Scarlett Johansson vs Alexandra Daddario?,Kim Kardashian vs Kate Upton? There really are so many choices!
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Taylor vs Scarlett
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You can add to the above great ideas: Charlize Theron vs Yvonne Strahovski; Missy Peregrym vs Jennifer Lawrence; Kate Upton vs Brooklyn Decker....and on and on ad infinitum. It's hard to go wrong with this...
Charlize Theron vs Yvonne Strahovski is a classic match up :)
Amber vs Megan, to show who is the real alpha female in this bisexual fight
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Emma Stone vs Scarlett Johansson,I quit wrestling match would be awesome
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To celebrate 100 awesome pages on this thread and the release of Baywatch
I propose a "finish her" titfight tournament to crown the Queen of the Beach.
Id like to get some of the writers here to join in... all are welcome to nominate particpants
Nicole S / Jackflash/ Ginny im looking at you guys!
I can set up a bracket , run some polls and collaborate on short stories for the results
What do you think?
My 1st 4 in are
Kate Upton
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Alexandra Daddario
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Charlotte McKinney
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Alice Goodwin
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Why limit the fun?
If youd like to help write... nominate a contestant or 2 and join in
Just make sure she has the payload to hold her own!
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Mabey Emma Watson vs Kirsten Stewart or Bonnie Wright she played Ginny Weasley in Harry Potter
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Katie Cassidy vs Hayden Panettiere
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Hayden Panettiere was crawling over to the turnbuckle after a strong uppercut delivered by Katie Cassidy. This match had lasted longer than people thought it would. By looking at the stats Katie should have won by now. She had over half a foot of a height advantage, three years experience on her opponent, and had been training even after her role on Arrow. She even recently took up boxing. However, Hayden was tenacious. She used her speed to get around Katie's major blows and send multiple jabs herself. At least until that last uppercut...Hayden was having trouble thinking clearly. She shook her head to try and get the cobwebs loose. She knew she couldn't keep this up for long though. She needed to get Katie to the ground where the fight would be even and she needed to end it quickly. She had an idea, but it would be risky. She slowly started crawling to her feet, using the turnbuckle for support.
Katie was cautiously approached Hayden. She's seen the damage this star could do. Hayden wasn't called five feet of fury for nothing. She knew this match was getting close to the end though and she wanted the win. She guarded her face and readied herself for a tackle in case Hayden tried to pull her to the ground again. The blonde looked exhausted though. Katie had just started to pull back in order to take a swing at Hayden's temple when her world flipped.
Hayden had popped up and surprised Katie by hooking the back of Katie's leg with her foot. From there it took a quick push to send Katie to the ground. Relieved that playing possum worked she dropped her weight onto her downed opponent and started striking where she could. When Katie lifted her arms up to protect her face Hayden scooted up and locked Katie into a schoolgirl pin. She looked down and smiled, "Wasn't expecting that, were you?"
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Infuriated, the now more exhausted Katie Cassidy bucked up, bouncing Hayden off of her. Hayden used that momentum though to get on her feet first. By the time Katie turned around to push herself up, she realized her mistake. She left herself open to a super kick from Hayden right to her head. Katie Cassidy fell flat onto her back knocked out cold. The ref could have counted to twenty and Katie would have still been out.
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Hey all. First, thanks for the positive feedback. You've been great. If you have any suggestions, requests, etc, feel free to PM me as well.
Second, a simple idea for page 100 is that whoever writes something next must use one of the celebs used in the previous post. If we wanted complicate it a bit, it must also be later on but in the same continuity. What do you think?
PS, when I posted this I didn't think I'd be the first on 100...
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Congratulations to Jackflashjump on 100 pages.
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Good story. Love Hayden. 5 feet of fury for sure!
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Maisie Williams vs Ariel Winter
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“Seriously Ariel, why do you keep doing this?” Asked Maisie while giving another squeeze to Ariel Winter’s already sore boobs while comfortably sitting on her belly.
“I mean…yes you managed to win wome matches, but most of times you end just like this. I’m starting to think you’re some kind of pervert who enjoys being humiliated in front of people”.
Ariel only answer was a muttered insult as she stubbornly refused to give up: the busty brunette gave her all, but in the end she found hersfel flat on her back, totally immobilized as her arms were pinned down under Maisie’s knee.
Maisie released her breast claw and used her thumbs and forefingers to pinch Ariel’s nipples, cruelly twisting them. Then she pulled upward, stretching the tender titflesh like rubber.
“Don’t get me wrong” Continued Maisie in her chatty tone “I love kicking your ass and torturing your boos is one of the funniest thing ever…but come on, don’t you have any self respect?”
Ariel could only bawl in a mix of pain and anger and kick her legs wildly her opponent laughed at her frustration.
“Ok, I guess you had enough for today” Declared Maisie as she used her left hand to shut Ariel’s mouth and her left hand to pinch her nostrils. “Nighty, night bitchAAAAAYEEEEEE!!!”
Maisie screamed bloody murder as someone grabbed her hair and pulled her off her opponent. The unknown attacker dragged Maisie around the ring amidst the audience boos and finally forced her to get on her face and turn.
“Who the hell are you?” screamed Maise finding herself in front of a young and taller blonde woman.
The blonde didn’t answer and, while keeping an hold on Maisie’s hair, unleashed a series of fast and brutal punches to the english girl belly, followed by a powerful hook to the jaw that sent her down on the mat.
Ariel didn’t know who the blonde was but she knew she had to grab the chance and crawled over her dazzled opponent planting her boobs on Maisie’s face and making her pass out after a brief struggle.
Ariel rise up and turned to face her savior, realizing that she already saw her somewhere.
“You are….”
“Peyton…” Answered the blond offering her hand with a sweet smile “Peyton List.”
“Oh, yes…sorry, I didn’t recognize you immediately” Said Ariel accepting the handshake “Well payton, thank you for your help”
“And what makes you think I wash here to help you?” And before completing the sentence Peyton lashed out a kick between Ariel’s legs. The brunette doubled over in pain and Peyton grabbed her head, forced it between her own legs and floored Ariel with a brutal piledriver, knocking her out; and to add insult to injury, she pulled off the two unconscious girls thongs and stuffed them in the opponent mouth.
Peyton stood proud over her fallen prey and stroke a pose for the audience.
She didn't wanto only a "debut" in the celebrity fighting circuit, she wanted to make a statement, to show everybody how ruthless and dangerous she was.
And judging by how the audience reacted and how the other female celebrities were looking at her she understood she indeed succeded.
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Congratulations to Jackflashjump on 100 pages.
congrats
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Congrats on 100 pages everyone! Jack especially for starting this wonderful thread and getting myself and many other's creative juices flowing :)
Emma Watson vs. Lily Collins
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Emma reared back and rained her palm down on the sticking up tuckus of everyone's favorite creampuff Lily Collins. While Emma's black dress was certainly in tatters, mostly due to her opponents sneak attack down the ramp before the opening bell rang, Lily's chic white dress had been completely stripped off and now she lay dropped over the top rope in an unfortunately very familiar position for her. Collins kicked her legs and squealed in pain and humiliation as her white string thong covering virtually nothing offered no protection from Watson's stinging spanks; both her tight cheeks sticking up and jiggling with each spank.
After working that formally white ass a dark shade of red, Emma backed up to the middle of the ring as Lily remained squirming over the rope relieved but also confused at the sudden halting of abuse. The crowd cheered with excitement while Emma proceeded to rip her torn up dress off her body and flung it to a very lucky fan in the seats. Watson looked sultry and spectacular in a black garter lingerie outfit; quite a scandalous outfit for normally a very modest and some might even say uptight English girl. Suddenly this Dress Match had become a Lingerie Match! Emma then ran to the corner on the same side as where Collins still laid over the ring ropes. Leaping to the top turnbuckle, Watson displayed amazing athleticism as she flew down right towards the still weeping Lily. Collins turned her head to the side just in time to see Emma flying thru the air in her drop-dead sexy black underwear only to be promptly met by a vicious roundhouse kick right to the face. Emma landed the move with perfection; not only connecting the kick with an audible SMACK but also successfully landing on the ring apron as she watched Collins almost comically fly back in the middle of the ring before falling like a lump of bricks to the mat spread eagled and completely KO'ed.
Emma waltzed back into the ring and asked the ref point blank "Do I really need to cover her or can I get out of here already and go grab some drinks?" as there was obviously no doubt that this match was over. But alas, a cover was still needed to make her victory official. Watson sighed and made sure not to exert any more energy into this squash match than already done. She merely laid over Lily's flattened body almost straddling her with one leg draped across, not even bothering to hook one of Collins' legs, as the ref made the easy 3 count and it was now official. Emma proudly rose back to her feet, planting a hand on Lily's zonked out face in the process to add some further insult to injury, before walking back up the ramp to party the night away riding high off a thorough beatdown.
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Bindi Irwin vs Lauren Taylor
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After six months back home in her native Australia, Bindi was back in Los Angeles to resume her celeb catfighting career. For her return, she'd be fighting an exciting newcomer, and Lauren was anxious to get her hands on the Aussie, knowing that a win over last year's Most Popular Rookie would elevate her own stock in the elite fighting society.
Perhaps all of her initial success had left Irwin over-confident, but she started the match cocky, and immediately paid the price for it. Pressing her attack relentlessly, Taylor pounded and battered the brunette from one end of the Malibu mansion's living room to the other, and what had promised to be a fairly even struggle was turning into a rout.
Eventually however, Bindi's greater experience allowed her to find the opening to mount her own offensive, and the contest from that point saw the two diminutive battlers fighting more or less to a draw. That is, at least until Lauren managed to snare Bindi in an abdominal stretch, the blonde pouring all of her strength into torquing her opponent's body agonizingly. Irwin burst into tears and sobbed, "Crikey! Yer...breaking me...in...half!", but the American showed no remorse, and continued to torture her rival with the hold. The onlookers knew it would only be a matter of a few moments more before the Australian shrieked her surrender.
But Bindi had other ideas. Calling upon the last dregs of her fast-fading power, she let out a banshee's howl and, astonishingly, managed to break the hold and hip toss Lauren to the floor! The startled blonde landed with a heavy thud, momentarily dazed, and in that moment Irwin unleashed a flurry of foot stomps to Taylor's body, jackhammering the breath from her lungs. Stunned and gasping for breath, Lauren offered scant resistance as her adversary then rolled her over onto her belly, sat on her back, cupped her hands under the American beauty's chin, and yanked back for a camel clutch. With gritted teeth, Lauren held out against the pain far longer than most, but ultimately she could stand it no longer, and she tapped out.
But Irwin wasn't done. Pride stung by her relatively poor performance in much of the match, Bindi released her victim, but now wrapped her legs around Lauren's head, the brunette's powerful thighs crushing like a vise. The blonde thrashed and mewled, but was powerless to escape, until eventually she was squeezed into unconsciousness. It was an impressive show of force from the Aussie, and it did much to make the spectators forget how close she had come to defeat earlier.
Rising up and beaming a triumphant smile, Bindi victory posed over the splayed, unmoving figure of her fallen foe...but in her mind, she knew full well she couldn't afford to be so overconfident next time.
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Shreds of red and blonde hair littered the plush carpet as the two sweat covered topless fighters rolled around the room scratching and clawing their opponent. The arranged catfight for a $25,000 cash prize between the two sex symbols was at the 10 minute mark. Bikini tops were quickly ripped off, and the fighters both sported scratch marks on their breasts, shoulders and backs. It seemed that the fighters had a silent mutual agreement not to scratch or punch the face of the other, even though the excited spectators were urging them to do so. The girls, now laying side to side with their hands deeply entwined in the others hair, were visibly exhausted. They stayed in that position, both groaning and breathing heavily trying to get precious air into their lungs. " Get up, take a minute rest, and finish it with your fists", came a shout from the crowd. The girls obliged, to the cheers of the crowd. The women stood toe to toe like two London rules prizefighters and agreed to trade punches to the face and body of their opponent. No strategy or dancing around. Tina would throw a punch, then Barbara would throw a punch. The women were exhausted and many of the punches lacked much power, yet it was a sexy scenario. 1 minute of this was enough for both ladies as they could barely stand. They grabbed each other in a mutual bearhug pressing their breasts together. This would decide the outcome. Barbara slowly was gaining the advantage as she was squeezing the air out of Tina and forcing her to the carpet. Tina fell to the floor, Barbara on top of her, smothering her with her tits. "Finish her, " came the chant from the crowd. Barbara applied a headlock and applied whatever pressure she could. "I give, I give", cried Tina. Barbara rose slowly , put her arms up in victory. "I won," she shouted, to the cheers of the crowd. Tina laid on the carpet in tears.
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Nicole s your stories are always good hope you post the story of selena vs miley soon
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shouldn't there be an equivalent of this thread for fictional characters
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Ester Baxter vs. Abigail Ratchford:
Abigail was gasping for breath and her curvy body was covered with sweat. In contrast, Ester was smiling and playing to the crowd. It had been a close match for the first few minutes but when Abigail tried her patented boob smother, things had gone horribly wrong for the supermodel.
"Thought your boobs would crush my big beauties, didja?" Ester giggiled as Abi tried to catch her breath. "Those big things of yours may be good to smother out other girls, but you're up against the Queen now, missy!"
To show her proof, Ester grabbed the brunette and gave her a tremendous bearhug. Abigail groaned in agony and then watched in disbelief as Ester's jugs slowly swallowed up her own boobs.
"This can't be happening!" Abigail sobbed. But she was wrong. So wrong. Ester gave her another tight squeeze, then another and another.
"What do you say to that, rag doll?" Ester asked. But there was no answer. Abi has passed out somewhere around the second squeeze.
Ester let Abigail's limp body flop to the mat and accepted the cheers of the crowd. She even tried on Abigail's top but it was noticeably too small to fit!
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That was really hot
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So, has everyone noticed that, as of this page of the thread, post now have 'Like' buttons?
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I didn't until you mentioned it Jack thank you I'll make sure to use to show my appreciation to all the authors for there hard work. Thank you for your amazing work you do on here Jack
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Christina Hendricks vs Hayley Atwell
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For the lucky spectators it looked like an Eric Stanton drawing came to life: two voluptuous women, dressed only in lace panties and silk stockings rolling on a carpeted floor, hands buried in each other hair and sweat covered breast mashed together. The crowd observed the action in silent excitement and the only audible sounds were the moans and pants of the two combatants, the occasional humid smack of breasts slapping into each other and the soft rustle of the silk covered legs rubbing together.
Finally, with a loud grunt Christina was able to take the upper position, grapevined Hayley’s legs, pinned her down, snaked her arms around her opponent head and started breastsmothering the Englishwoman.
Hayley reaction, however, wasn’t the one everybody expected: instead of struggling and trying to push away her opponent, she reached for Hendricks’ panties, grabbed the side of the garment and pulled with all her might.
Feeling the lace fabric cruelly digging in her most private parts, Christina started to wriggle trying to ease the pain and her struggles prevented her from effectively locking the breast smother.
Christina eventually couldn’t take the pain anymore, released her hold on Hayley and tried to roll away from her. The English beauty, though, quickly grabbed Christina’s hair and locked her head in a front headscissor, forcing the redhead mouth and nose against her own lace covered crotch. Christina struggled desperately trying to catch a breath of air, she even tried to bite her opponent crotch; but she couldn’t even open her mouth due to the pressure of Hayley’s powerful thighs.
Soon, Christina struggles weakened and she finally passed out.
Hayley released the hold and rise up, accepting the cheers of the audience as a waiter offered her a restoring glass of wine; after toasting to her victory, she sensuously removed her own stockings and used them to hog tie Christina.
Then, she asked for another glass of wine and spilled it on the redhead face, waking her up.
When Christina realized her predicament, she didn’t say a thing and just hatefully stared at her conqueror.
Hayley, on the other hand, just smiled, sat on a chair next Christina and gracefully extended her right leg, placing her sweaty foot right in front of Christina’s mouth.
“Come on Hendricks” Said Hayley after sipping another bit of wine “Why don’t you show everybody how much of a loser you are...”
And the teary eyed Christina couldn’t do anything but to oblige to her new mistress’ will.
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I believe you mean we the viewers are the victors Barnaby that was an amazing story
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Alison Brie
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Emilia Clarke
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The "I give up" match between these two stars were much more evenly matched and technical than anyone expected. Many match ending moves had been given on both ends but when it came to getting the submission, both these actresses refused to give in. The exhaustion was apparent in both Alison Brie and Emilia Clarke as they circled each other looking for an opening. Both brunettes taking deep breaths in an attempt to get their wind back. Clarke wiped a bead of sweat that she felt going into her eye and Brie swipes in and drops her opponent to the ground. Clarke scoots back trying to get away from Brie and, while she does a little, Brie grabs her legs and flips her over into a Boston crab.
Emilia shouts in surprise as Alison puts pressure on her downed opponent's back. Brie tightens the hold. "Submit Emilia! Submit!"
"Never you daft tosse--AHHH!" Brie had lifted her leg and put her knee in the small of Clarke's back.
"Say it!" Alison smiles as she is sure she is going to win. She is understandably surprised as she feels herself being pushed off. Emilia had managed to get close enough to the ropes before the move was locked in where she could lift herself up and have extra leverage. As Alison's hold weakened Emilia managed to turn around and send two wild punches behind her, one of which hit Alison in the back of her head. Alison staggered forward and Emilia, knowing this may be her last chance somehow found the strength to get to Alison and lock in a sleeper.
Brie managed to get to the turnbuckle and ram Clarke into it a few times. Clarke winced at the pain in her aggravated back but managed to hang on. The next time Brie tried to slam her back she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Brie's waste in a body scissor. Brie's eyes went wide. She tried to hold on but couldn't. She started to lift her hand to tap but in the end she passed out from the sleeper.
Emilia realized her mistake when Alison's arms fell limp and the bell didn't ring. She never got a verbal "I give up" from Alison. She dropped her knocked out opponent and took this time to recover. She rubbed the small of her back and eyed her downed rival. As Alison started to come to Emelia walked over in front of her head grabbed her.
Alison's world was hazy but the burning on her scalp helped her come to. In desperation she grabbed the legs in front of her and lifted up. This dropped Emilia onto her back in the center of the ring. Alison locked Emilia's legs and then managed to flip her over. Emilia Clarke screamed in pain as she felt pressure in her legs and her already injured back. She looked around desperately for a way to escape and frantically started thrashing on the ground trying to throw Alison Brie off balance. It would not work though and eventually she gave in. She yelled "Fine! I give up! I give up! Let go, I give!"
The bell rang and Alison Brie released the hold and dropped on the ground next to Emilia Clarke. They laid next to each other, too exhausted to move. Eventually they looked at each other and both nodded in respect at one another. Despite the trash talking leading up to this, they knew that the match could have gone either way. "Next time," Emilia said. Alison Brie simply smiled and nodded.
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Thanks everyone for the positive words and requests. Keep sending them and I'll try to get to them. This was just one I had been wanting to do for a bit. Hope you all like it.
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Hmmm...and now the 'Like' button seems to have disappeared. Maybe they were just testing it yesterday, and it won't be officially unveiled until later?
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Hmmm...and now the 'Like' button seems to have disappeared. Maybe they were just testing it yesterday, and it won't be officially unveiled until later?
The like button is still there. It just shows up after all the pics and such load up. Which takes a bit longer here given all the pictures.
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Emily Browning vs Margot Robbie
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Despite her age and career, Emily Browning never joined the celebrity fight circuit, so when she challenged fellow Australian Margot Robbie to a nude apartment catfight nobody knew what to expect. Still, everybody was surprised to see how much of competent fighter she was and moreover everybody was also shocked by the sheer savagery expressed by the petite actress. Savagery that was highlighted by her complete lack of emotions during the fight as Emily dominated the match by inflicting all kind of abuse to her blonde opponent’s body, leaving it covered in scratches and bruises until, in the end, Margot found herself flat on the back, looking at Emily standing over her with and almost bored look in the eyes.
The brunette planted her right foot in Margot’s belly pushing down hard, then she pinched her nipples and pulled with all her might, brutally stretching the blonde’s tits.
Margot screamed bloody murder and for the first time in the match the impassible Emily smiled.
“Just as I was thinking...” Said Emily while Margot desperately grabbed her wrist trying to break the hold “You’re just a pathetic, weak blonde bimbo…”
Suddenly Emily released the grip on Margot Robbie and again her face reverted to a moody, bored expression.
“I am tired of playing with you…time to end this game.
The brunette rolled Margot on her belly and planted the right knee in the small of her back; then she grabbed the blonde’s hair with her left hand. Finally, she jammed her right thumb into Margot’s asshole and inserted her right index and middle fingers in her snatch.
Margot let an ear piercing shriek of agony as Emily clawed her most private parts while forcing back her head, just as she wanted to let the audience clearly see the blonde’s anguish
Eventually Margot screamed her submission and, after Emily mercifully released her, she curled in a fetal position, bawling in pain and humiliation.
Emily didn’t say a thing, she just planted her feet on her conquered opponent and coldly posed for the cheering audience, before exiting the room.
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Stana Katic vs Gwendoline Christie
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Stana Katic had never met Gwendoline Christie before tonight. She had thought Gwendoline was a joke and had made it clear to everyone. The moment she got in the ring with this 6'3" actress she knew she was wrong. Stana was a decent height at 5'9" but Gwendoline, she thought, Gwendoline was ridiculous! Katic thought that maybe her speed and technique could take Christie off of her game. However, what she didn't know when she started was that her British opponent had also trained in dance and gymnastics. Gwendoline seemed to be able to match and counter every move thrown her way through either strength or technique.
Gwendoline Christie was performing a clinic on Stana Katic. Everytime Katic found a way to get up, with fury in her eyes. She refused to allow this to be a squash. However, after a devastating piledriver Katic was grounded. She couldn't even put two and two together. Yet, Christie would not pin her. Christie wanted to make a point to everyone, she would never be dismissed again.
Gwendoline easily lifted a now limp Stana off the ground and let loose a series of suplexes. Stana gave no resistance. When it seemed Gwendoline got tired of this, she decided to switch from suplexes to elevated powerbombs. She stuck Katic's head between her long legs, lifted her above her head, grabbed Stana's waste, and then lifted her up even higher. When Gwendoline had lifted her up as high as she could, Stana made the over 6'3" drop down. The crowd went silent and after Gwendoline put her through three more long and hard slams. The referee begged her to stop and threatened making it a disqualification. Gwendoline stared at the ref for a long moment and then put a foot on Stana Katic for the three count. The victor walked out to a silent and stunned audience as people ran in to check on Stana.
No one knew what had been said to the victor, who never acted this way before, but whatever it was, it had upset her. What everyone knew now though, was to never mess with Gwendoline Christie.
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This one was by request. It wasn't one of the suggested ones but I hope you still enjoyed it. I'm typically not much for matches with a super but I could not help but think of Gwendoline when I got the request, so, I thought I'd give it a shot.
Hey, just wanted to say I loved your story with Hayden Panettiere!! If you haven't already been overwhelmed with requests, one I'd throw out there is to see Stana Katic demolished and ultimately KO'd by someone like Kate Upton, Nicki Minaj, or some other physically imposing opponent :)
Thanks for the idea! Feel free send more everyone.
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Emily Browning vs Margot Robbie
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Despite her age and career, Emily Browning never joined the celebrity fight circuit, so when she challenged fellow Australian Margot Robbie to a nude apartment catfight nobody knew what to expect. Still, everybody was surprised to see how much of competent fighter she was and moreover everybody was also shocked by the sheer savagery expressed by the petite actress. Savagery that was highlighted by her complete lack of emotions during the fight as Emily dominated the match by inflicting all kind of abuse to her blonde opponent’s body, leaving it covered in scratches and bruises until, in the end, Margot found herself flat on the back, looking at Emily standing over her with and almost bored look in the eyes.
The brunette planted her right foot in Margot’s belly pushing down hard, then she pinched her nipples and pulled with all her might, brutally stretching the blonde’s tits.
Margot screamed bloody murder and for the first time in the match the impassible Emily smiled.
“Just as I was thinking...” Said Emily while Margot desperately grabbed her wrist trying to break the hold “You’re just a pathetic, weak blonde bimbo…”
Suddenly Emily released the grip on Margot Robbie and again her face reverted to a moody, bored expression.
“I am tired of playing with you…time to end this game.
The brunette rolled Margot on her belly and planted the right knee in the small of her back; then she grabbed the blonde’s hair with her left hand. Finally, she jammed her right thumb into Margot’s asshole and inserted her right index and middle fingers in her snatch.
Margot let an ear piercing shriek of agony as Emily clawed her most private parts while forcing back her head, just as she wanted to let the audience clearly see the blonde’s anguish
Eventually Margot screamed her submission and, after Emily mercifully released her, she curled in a fetal position, bawling in pain and humiliation.
Emily didn’t say a thing, she just planted her feet on her conquered opponent and coldly posed for the cheering audience, before exiting the room.
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Damn Emily a savage ;D great story!
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Damn Emily a savage ;D great story!
I don't know why, but I always figured her as what we call "a dead ember" where I come from. As those black embers that seem cold and harmles until you touch them ;D
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Stana Katic vs Gwendoline Christie
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Stana Katic had never met Gwendoline Christie before tonight. She had thought Gwendoline was a joke and had made it clear to everyone. The moment she got in the ring with this 6'3" actress she knew she was wrong. Stana was a decent height at 5'9" but Gwendoline, she thought, Gwendoline was ridiculous! Katic thought that maybe her speed and technique could take Christie off of her game. However, what she didn't know when she started was that her British opponent had also trained in dance and gymnastics. Gwendoline seemed to be able to match and counter every move thrown her way through either strength or technique.
Gwendoline Christie was performing a clinic on Stana Katic. Everytime Katic found a way to get up, with fury in her eyes. She refused to allow this to be a squash. However, after a devastating piledriver Katic was grounded. She couldn't even put two and two together. Yet, Christie would not pin her. Christie wanted to make a point to everyone, she would never be dismissed again.
Gwendoline easily lifted a now limp Stana off the ground and let loose a series of suplexes. Stana gave no resistance. When it seemed Gwendoline got tired of this, she decided to switch from suplexes to elevated powerbombs. She stuck Katic's head between her long legs, lifted her above her head, grabbed Stana's waste, and then lifted her up even higher. When Gwendoline had lifted her up as high as she could, Stana made the over 6'3" drop down. The crowd went silent and after Gwendoline put her through three more long and hard slams. The referee begged her to stop and threatened making it a disqualification. Gwendoline stared at the ref for a long moment and then put a foot on Stana Katic for the three count. The victor walked out to a silent and stunned audience as people ran in to check on Stana.
No one knew what had been said to the victor, who never acted this way before, but whatever it was, it had upset her. What everyone knew now though, was to never mess with Gwendoline Christie.
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This one was by request. It wasn't one of the suggested ones but I hope you still enjoyed it. I'm typically not much for matches with a super but I could not help but think of Gwendoline when I got the request, so, I thought I'd give it a shot.
Hey, just wanted to say I loved your story with Hayden Panettiere!! If you haven't already been overwhelmed with requests, one I'd throw out there is to see Stana Katic demolished and ultimately KO'd by someone like Kate Upton, Nicki Minaj, or some other physically imposing opponent :)
Thanks for the idea! Feel free send more everyone.
An absolutely glorious destruction!! It's always nice to see two seldom used celebrities make an appearance in a thread I love so much! Thanks so much for taking this request :)
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Another classic from Nicole S.! I love Taylor Swift as a fighter - and if I may, could I suggest Kendall's sister Kim comes looking for some revenge against the tall blonde. Just a thought.
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Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter
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The two beauties lunged at one another, their voluptuous bodies colliding with the thud of wet flesh. Clad only in matching white thongs, they were soaked in sweat as they pushed themselves past the limits of their endurance. Thus far the drawn-out battle had been too evenly matched for either young titan to seize command, but each was determined to overpower her arch-rival now, no matter what the cost.
They grunted and groaned as they strained against one another, bare feet digging into the plush penthouse carpeting for traction, their bodies trembling from the exertion. There was no real strategy...each was simply investing every last iota of her raw power into proving herself the irresistible force, and her rival the not-quite-immovable object.
One minute lapsed into two, and still they warred to an absolute stalemate. But then....
Perhaps she was simply readjusting her footing for better leverage, as she later claimed. Or maybe she simply had been overpowered at last. But Winter gave a sharp yip of surprise as she was suddenly driven back several steps. Momentarily shocked, the brunette dropped her guard just long enough for the wily blonde to bend down, press her shoulder to her adversary's belly, and with a grunt Breslin hoisted Ariel up off of her feet. One hand around Winter's shoulder and the other between her thighs, Abigail held her aloft for several heartbeats...and then SLAMMED her to the carpeted floor. Ariel's body bounced once from the impact, and then her spine arched in agony as she moaned, eyes glazed as she lay upon her back.
Wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, Breslin then starts walking backwards, until she's a dozen or so feet away from her opponent. She then rushes forward, leaps up into the air, and turns herself into a lush missile of destruction. Ariel's eyes go wide with terror as she sees her nemesis plummeting down toward her like death from above, but she lacks the time or the strength to move away to safety. A second later, Abigail bodysplashes her prey, both beauties exhaling sharp gasps of breath from the impact.
They both lay still, the blonde splayed atop the brunette, low moans from each the only signs of life. Then, groggily, Abigail stirs herself. She looks down as the face of her hated foe, twisted into a mask of pain, and a small smirk of satisfaction comes to the flaxen-haired beauty's lips. With tremendous effort, Breslin forces herself unsteadily back to her feet, then plants one of those feet between the bare, heaving breasts of Ariel (with the foot nearly completely swallowed up between the large orbs), whose eyes now flicker open. What greets her is the sight of her rival pinning her, and happily counting out "1...2...3!" to claim her victory.
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Taylor Swift vs Taylor Momsen
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Having outlasted the other in a dual headscissors in two different meetings, with Momsen winning the 1st due to her viciousness and Swift the 2nd thanks to dance trainings and experiences at the top flight, thus this match is inevitable for both of them, to find out whose legs are stronger.
Their outfits were tear off in seconds as breasts are twists and slapped before the fight was taken to the ground. It was Swift in trouble now, her pupils were the size of half-dollars as her opponent's scissor hold from behind tightened around her creamy-white naked waist, almost collapsing her lungs. Her body arched backwards from a hair as Momsen taunts in her ear, "Looks like the real Taylor is winning..."
But ever the resilient one, Swift managed takes the opportunity to slam the back of her head into Momsen's face, and roll to her knees with Momsen on her back and still squeezing. Only now she rode Swift like a horse and used her hair like ropes. The struggle continued as Momsen yanked and pulled and bounced on her opponent's back. Taylor was desperate as the world starting to washed out on her. Momsen wasn't paying attention, because what Taylor did next was something she didn't think would happen.
"If this is how it ends, I'm taking this cxnt with me." She thought as she clawed her way to the edge of the apartment stairwell, closed her tear stained eyes, and threw herself down. Momsen went with her down all fifteen (carpeted but no less painful) steps. With Momsen on top, the momentum flipped them over and she took the first impact on her back; Swift landed on top and her added weight pulverized Momsen's spine; Swift rolled over Momsen and hit just at the right angles for gravity to slide her down feet first so they would hit the next step and give gravity another opening to lift her up and topple her head over feet; Momsen log rolled after her, and their jumbled, knotted, slender limbs came to an abrupt stop, splayed all over the bottom steps and the floor.
The two naked beauties were nearly out cold, the only movement coming from the shallow rise and fall of thier titties. Swift was first to recover due to Momsen taking most of the fall, "Time to end the debate skank" Swift said, looking at their weapons of choice are still locked together. "Fine by me slut" And it began, with their ankles locked around the others limbs, each taking turns pulsing their rock hard legs which would submit any rival in seconds, but they have came too far to lose.
Minutes seems like hours, hands supporting behind their body and butts off the floor trying to gain leverage, glorious gams shaking and tensing up to resist the squeezing of the other, room filled with groans and grunts from the singers. It was during one of the simultaneous flexing that one of the blonde Taylor felt her legs going numb and she sobbed, "Oh god... please stop...I submit" But the victor increase the pressure for afew more squeezes, as if trying to break the legs of her rival, causing the loser to scream in defeat.
Swift then uncoils her victorious limbs roughly and kick Momsen's away, "Let me show you my experience from the fights with the supermodels in my squad..." Swift smirks while slowly crawling forward and grapevined Momsen's trembling limbs, stretching them outwards, then she pressed her tits down on to Momsen's own, nipples jabbing and piercing her tits while holding the loser's wrist with just one hand. Momsen tries to resist but her legs are too spent againts Swift's steels, her whole body is too exhausted to mount any comeback. "If you had taken your career seriously, your sticks might stand a chance against mine, but its too late now skank" Swift then share a passionate kiss with Momsen while slipping her fingers into her already aroused pussy. Momsen began to arch her back as orgasm builds quickly from Swift's expert manipulation and finally squirts all over the place.
Standing up confidently, Swift spit on Momsen's face and gave a bitch slap, brushing her locks to the side of her face, looking down saying, "Let this be a lesson to you, my tits are better, legs are better, I am better than you" Momsen, with her disheveled hair covering her face, could only hug her weaker limbs and cry in humiliation.
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Kate Upton vs. Stana Katic
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Kate's arrogance only seemed to swell as her crippled, disheveled opponent began to stir back to life, if only slightly. Katic's deep, hazel eyes leveled off at the bottom rope as she attempted to press to all fours with a labored grunt, her arms delicately quaking as rising to her feet seemed out of the question entirely. The brunette was a shell of herself at this point, her once-neatly braided hair tousled over her face, mascara smeared across her rosy cheeks. Upton took her sweet time digging in a ringside bag as her prey sluggishly drug herself toward the opposite turnbuckle, mewling with every inch.
"Get a few close-ups of those fucking pathetic raccoon eyes, cause I'm about to shut 'em"; Kate hissed in the direction of the lone paparazzo lingering outside the ring, his camera trigger finger almost frozen in disgust at the barbaric display he'd seen in the last few minutes. It wasn't supposed to go like this.
"Aha!" Kate finally exclaimed, shimmying out of her tiny black bottoms and securing a strap-on around her waist, salivating at the sight of Stana's bare derrière swaying back and forth as she gracelessly clambered into the far corner. She attempted to hide her naked bosom with a feeble, trembling arm bra as she collapsed against the turnbuckle, eyes dazedly focusing on the lumbering blonde as she approached with renewed vigor and nasty intentions. The ring quaked as the heavy-footed Upton approached her cornered victim, her endlessly curvy frame and milky white skin a stark contrast against the bronzed and battered Katic. A single hand trembled as it rose between the two, tears streaking down Stana's face as she silently protested, but there was no stopping this train now. Pressing her waist toward the seated Katic, Kate made absolutely sure the brunette noticed her new toy, lewdly attempting to part Stana's pursed lips with the tip of her strap-on.
"Fine. You don't wanna open that big mouth up!?"
With a venomous screech Kate hauled Stana up to her feet as if she were a weightless one hundred and twenty pounds, the brunette seemingly complying with the wishes of her tormentor simply in hopes of appeasing her and ending the torture. A lesser woman would have crumbled before now, but a lesser woman might not have had to endure so much. In an effortless display of raw power and artful technique, Kate rotated Katic into a globally recognized position - the tombstone piledriver. Katic's long, lean legs folded limply over Kate's broad shoulders, the blonde hugging Stana's slender waistline tight against her belly. With the brunette firmly secured, Kate used the defenseless and humiliatingly exposing positioning to thrust her pelvis forward and fill Stana's unwilling mouth with the dildo. Upton's squeals of joy were only drowned out by the drooling, gagging Katic, the brunette's uncontrollable squirming eventually bringing about her own demise. Just before Kate lost her grip she pulled the string on the piledriver, hammering the top of Stana's skull into the canvas below. Stana sickeningly flopped flat to her back, her limbs splayed spread eagle as you could hear a pin drop in the gym aside from the gurgling of Kate's latest victim.
"Not gettin' up from that..." Kate mumbled as she fell in exhaustion to her backside, her eyes callously running up and down the bare, convulsing frame of her lifeless opponent. Stana's bare chest strenuously rose and fell though her limbs were deathly still, her pert bosom violently twitching and quaking as a few periodic coughs and sputters assured Kate she was still breathing.
Displaying a seldom seen tenderness, Kate slipped out of the strap-on and gently slid up the brunette's body. With a wry smile etched across her face, Kate sensually ran her fingers over Stana's clean-shaven cxnt before wickedly thrusting the dildo between her spread legs and ducking out of the ring to avoid cleanup duty.
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Margot Robbie vs Elizabeth Olsen
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It all started when both women met in the changing room as they were filming their respective movies on set which had led to a war of words and also past events that had led to this altercation which led to the fight that these two women had when Robbie disclosed how she had to satisfy Alexander Skarsgard in bed on the set of Tarzan because Olsen was a dud in bed and he wasn't satisfied with Olsen who was his girlfriend at that time, this had prompted Olsen to begin the fight by landing a hard slap across Margot's cheek which was returned in kind.
As the fight began both women got in a few good shots on each other and had managed to rip each other nude but as the fight went on Robbie's words of "You're going to regret this bitch" started to come true when Olsen found herself one step behind Robbie in almost every exchange. Finally backed into a corner by Robbie, Olsen decided to go all in and interlock her fingers with Robbie's and initiate a test of strength battle, the idea looked like a good one as Olsen managed to push herself out of the corner but as time went on Robbie proved to be the stronger of the two as slowly but surely she began to force Olsen on her knees.When Robbie had finally forced her to her knees, she began twisting Olsen's wrist in a direction they should not be bent while taunting her and ellicting screams of pain from Olsen. In a last ditch effort Olsen decided to take the fight to the floor by wrapping her legs around Robbie's waist and drag her to ground where both women rolled across the room where finally one woman came out on top and to Olsen's dismay she found herself once again under her hated rival as Robbie put her in a schoolgirl pin. Olsen tried her hardest to buck Robbie off her but alas it was all in vain as Robbie had secured a firm grip on top of Olsen and she was now motionless due to exhausting herself and to top it all she was at Robbie's mercy.
When Olsen stopped struggling, Robbie looked down on her and began stroking her hair while taunting Olsen "what's the matter, I thought you were going to show me who the real woman was" where Olsen's only reply was "You bitch" which only angered Robbie who began slapping Olsen right and left each slap harder than the last and Robbie only relented when Olsen was crying and her cheeks were bright red. Robbie satisfied with her dominance over her rival finally asked her to utter her surrender and admit that she was the better woman but to her surprise a still defiant Olsen refused to surrender. Robbie could have walked away now and still be declared the winner of the fight as Olsen was too beat up to move but Robbie would not be satisfied until she made her rival quit and admit she was better.
"Oh someone trying to act tough, well don't say I didn't give u a chance to surrender bitch" said Robbie as she proceeded to lock Olsen in and excruciating grapevine pin and everytime she stretched Olsen she would add insult to injury by breast-smothering Olsen, when Olsen started to struggle less and less Robbie once again asked her to surrender but was shocked when Olsen replied in trembling defiance "B...B...Bitch your breast aren't half as good as mine and they never will be, your smother was pathetic" which only served to infuriate Robbie even more. "Lizzie Lizzie Lizzie, you shouldn't have, you know I always wanted to know whose were better anyway because Alex always said that we were equal in that department, guess we'll find out today bitch!" Olsen would not admit it but she was terrified at what Robbie was going to do but before she could finish her sentance "What are you..." Robbie picked her up and locked a bearhug onto Olsen.
Now face to face and breast to breast with Olsen, Robbie took her time to taunt Olsen "You're nothing much bitch it's no wonder you couldn't even satisfy your man" which prompted a weak reply form Olsen "I'll show you what breast are bitch". To Margot's surprise she could not gain a definate advantage and Olsen growing more confidant with that began to try and push out of the bearhug "what's the matter Margot? I thought you're girls were better" taunted Olsen which prompted Robbie to increase the pressure of the bearhug which drew groans of pain from Olsen. Finally the climax of the titfight was coming to an end and Olsen was again made to eat her words as Robbie's pair slowly engulfed hers and Olsen began grunting in discomfort and knowing she had lost Olsen's eyes widened with surprise and tears streaming down her cheeks "No...no this can't be happening" to which Robbie taunted "Hah, I always knew mine was better bitch and you better believe it, NOW SAY IT" demanded Robbie.
After another 30 seconds or so in the bearhug Olsen was finally broken as she couldn't stand the pain and humiliation anymore and uttered her surrender to Robbie. Robbie pleased with her handiwork finally released Olsen form the bearhug as she slumped to the floor soaked in tears of a humiliating defeat to her hated rival and to her horror Robbie wasn't done with her as Robbie with her phone in hand started taking pictures of the defeated Olsen and though smirking on the outside was fuming on the inside because of Olsen's defiance. She knelt down and mounted Olsen and grabbed two handfuls of her hair and brought her face to face and taunted her "I guess now we know once and for all who's the real woman here bitch", if you ever cross me again I'll do it in public, just let that sink in" and before Olsen could reply Robbie shoved her head into her breast and began smothering Olsen while taking selfies which she would later post on Instagram hashtagging #whereshebelongs.
Robbie held Olsen in the smother hold for a few minutes until Olsen was finally unconscious. Proud of her handiwork Robbie stood over a fallen Olsen and began taking pictures for her private collection and when she finally decided to leave she would tie Olsen to a chair to be found by either the staff or the co-stars so that they would know Olsen had lost the fight but would keep them guessing as who she lost to and after she was done with that, Margot got dressed and walked out of the room pleased that she had conquered her hated rival.
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The crowd stood in disbelief with smart phones in their hands as they watched the surreal scene that was playing out right before their eyes. Who would have thought that a casual day at the beach would turn into one of the fastest spread viral videos ever? Two famous celebrities… Serena Williams and Paris Hilton, engaged in an all-out brawl right there on the beach. And there was no doubt to anyone watching which one was getting their ass kicked.
"What's the matter bitch... you had enough or should I beat your ass some more?" Serena said staring down on Paris as she straddled her in a schoolgirl pin.
The crowd laughed as they watched Paris struggle helplessly on the sand in an effort to try and get Serena off of her. The slender socialite arched her back in a feeble attempt to buck her off, but it was no use. Serena was just too strong and heavy as Paris’s long thin legs kept slipping underneath her in the soft sand.
"Omigod... Paris can't fight worth shit!" someone blurted from the crowd.
"Come on Paris are you really that weak?" another person hollered out.
Serena stared down on Paris as she pinned her thin wrists to the ground above her head.
"You're so pathetic Paris!" she said staring down on her. "How does it feel to be getting your ass kicked in public?"
"Fuck you, you stupid bitch!" Paris retorted sharply.
"Ooooo!" the crown murmured in unison as they watched the two celebrities going at each other.
"BEAT HER ASS SERENA!" someone shouted from the crowd.
Serena stared down on Paris for a second or two, then reach up and slapped her hard across her face.
SLAP!!!
“Whoooooa!” the crowd roared emphatically.
"What was that?" Serena replied staring down on Paris.
"THAT’S RIGHT GIRL... FUCK THAT SNOBBY RICH GIRL UP!" someone shouted from the crowd.
Serena got off of Paris and flipped her over on her stomach, then quickly got on top of her again straddling her back. She pressed down on her bony shoulders with one hand as she grabbed a handful of her blonde hair with the other and yanked her head back.
"Is that right Paris... are you a snobby little rich girl?" she teased yanking Paris by her hair. "Well I think it's about time someone taught a stuck-up little rich bitch like you a lesson bitch!”
As Serena pressed down on Paris with one hand, she roughly shoved her face down in the sand with the other. Serena’s strong arms glistened in the sun as she held the prissy socialite’s face down in the sand. Her dark muscular physique was in stark contrast to Paris’s pale slender frame as she completely overwhelmed her. The crowd roared emphatically as they watched the famous celebutante struggle helplessly under Serena’s weight. After holding her face down in the sand for several seconds Serena finally let her up. The crowd laughed as they watched Paris cough and spit grains of sand from her sand covered face.
"Who's the bitch now?" Serena said staring down on Paris.
By now the crowd had grown larger and had formed a circle around Paris and Serena as they cheered and egged the two celebrity fighters on.
"FUCK HER UP SOME MORE SERENA!" someone shouted from the crowd.
"YEAH… BEAT THAT PRISSY WHITE BITCH!" shouted someone else.
Serena roughly let go of Paris's hair.
"You're so pathetic!" she said staring down on Paris. “I’m really gonna enjoy embarrassing you in front of everyone!”
Serena placed her hands on Paris's shoulders once again and leaned her weight forward. Pressing down on her with one hand, she casually began to untie her bikini top with the other. Paris squealed as she instinctively tried to hold on to her top, but Serena was much stronger and was easily able to pull her top away from her grasp. With Serena straddled firmly on her back, Paris quickly slid her lanky arms under her chest in an effort to cover herself.
With Paris's bikini top now in her possession, Serena slipped her hands underneath Paris and began to pry her arms out from under her. Paris locked her hands together in a desperate attempt to resist, but it was no use. Serena was just too strong and was easily able to break her grip. After prying her arms out from under her, Serena took Paris by each wrist and pulled her arms straight back behind her. Paris winced in pain as Serena held her scrawny arms straight behind her back.
With Paris's arms pulled straight back behind her, Serena began to tie her wrists together with her bikini top. The crowd roared emphatically once again as they watched the famous tennis player tie Paris's thins wrists together with her own bikini top. After binding Paris’s wrists, Serena unstraddled her and stood to her feet. She stared down on Paris and turned her over on her back with her foot exposing her to the crowd. Suddenly every person with a smart phone began taking pictures and video of the famous socialite as she twisted and squirmed helplessly on the sand. The crowd stood watching with a mix of pity and delight as she lay there crying and humiliated with her arms tied behind her back. Paris had never been known for being particularly well endowed, and as she lay there exposed for all to see, it only confirmed how truly lacking she really was.
As Serena stood over Paris the crowd began cheering and chanting her name.
“SER-EN-A… SER-EN-A!”
Serena glanced at the crowd, then turned back and stared down at Paris.
“I guess now the whole world is gonna see just how much of a little punk-ass bitch you really are Paris" she teased staring down on her. “Next time I’ll beat your ass even worse!”
With that, Serena turned and made her way out of the crowd leaving Paris lying there on the sand exposed and humiliated for the world to see. Within minutes pics and video of the fight went viral and the fight quickly became the number one trending topic everywhere. Serena gained thousands of followers on her social media and saw a huge boost to her popularity on and off the court. Paris on the other hand became fodder for online jokes and memes and a virtual punching bag on social media. People began posting online fantasy fights matching her up with other female celebrities. She lost every time. And as a final insult to her declining fame, she was eventually voted the number one celebrity jobber of all time.
The End
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hahahah love seeing paris get her slutty ass beat.
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Absolutely loved the way Margot destroyed Elizabeth
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Kaley Cuoco vs Aly Michalka
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While it was Aly flat on her back and Kaley above her on her knees, this was by no means indicative of who was in control. Michalka had snaked her legs around her opponents arms from behind, scissoring them with such force that it felt to Cuoco that her limbs would be pulled from their sockets.
Not bothering to hide her smirk, Aly says, "Face it, Kaley...I'm going to win because I'm younger than you, I'm hotter than you, and I sure as hell am better than you!" To punctuate her taunt she gave her legs an extra tight squeeze, and Kaley was embarrassed by the almost little girl squeal of pain she gave in response.
But it was her opponent's words that stung even more than her hold. How many times, as a rising young celeb catfighter, did Kaley say words to that effect to older, more established opponents? It wasn't just trash talk...it was a mantra, and Cuoco had convinced herself the words were true. And weren't they? After all, she was now the preeminent celeb fighter in Hollywood, the proverbial Queen of the Mountain. She was better than all of the best.
Except now, at this moment, she wasn't. Up until the last few minutes the match had been fairly even, and Cuoco was impressed that her adversary could hang with her at that level for so long. But it was when Kaley finally decided to take herself up a few steps and finish off Michalka that she came in for a rude surprise: the younger woman hadn't merely kept pace with her, but launched a sudden offensive that overwhelmed the veteran. The end result was now: Kaley trapped, mewling in pain, and seemingly destined for the ignominy of surrender.
But what Aly didn't know was that Kaley Cuoco didn't submit. EVER. That left only two options, unconsciousness or escape. The former was a very real possibility, unless Cuoco could execute the latter, and quickly. Luckily for her, she had a plan.
Gritting her teeth, Cuoco lifted one leg and braced her foot to the floor. She then used that to push herself up, lifting the startled Michalka up bodily with her. It took every last dreg of Kaley's strength to do it, but she managed to half-stand enough so that when she suddenly twisted around and threw herself down, the back of Aly's skull cracked against the floor, with the plush carpeting absorbing only some of the impact. The blow was enough to force Aly to release her hold, and with that Kaley was free.
Her arms were sore and numb, and she needed time to recover. But time was not a luxury that she could afford...and luckily, she still had her legs. Before Michalka could rise up off of the floor, Cuoco was standing up, and she then began to stomp away at her opponent with her foot, her heel slamming down again and again on Aly's belly, breasts and head. Michalka yipped and moaned as she was battered into a daze, her arms only scarcely able to ward off some of the stomps. Finally deciding that her foe was suitably 'softened up', Cuoco sits down on the floor above Aly's head and wraps her legs around her skull, locking on a Figure Four Headscissors. As Kaley's steely thighs lock around her head, Aly's eyes go wide with fear. She squirms and thrashes, her hands slapping and tugging at her oppressor's legs, but to no avail. A look of pure determination on her face, Kaley pours on the pressure, and soon enough, Aly's eyes start to go glassy and her breathing becomes labored.
The minutes tick by as Michalka's lush body grows more listless, her efforts at escape more feeble. Finally she starts to tap her hand on her opponent's thigh...but Kaley ignores it. "No submissions" she says tersely, but then allows herself the barest hint of a smile.
It isn't much longer after that when Aly finally goes limp, driven into the bleakness of unconsciousness. Kaley unlaces her legs and gets up on her knees. Panting, a bead of sweat traveling down the bridge of her nose and dropping off the tip, she looks down at her slumbering adversary and rasps. "Younger than me? Yes. Hotter than me? Hardly. And better than me? Not tonight, sweetie." She bends down and gives Aly a quick kiss on the forehead and then pats her as a parent would a mischievous child. She then forces herself to rise up, places a foot upon the beaten girl's chest, and strikes her pose of victory.
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Ick what's with all you guys and your weird obsession kaley? She's so overrrated. :p
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BMB - You want to know why some of us are so obsessed with Kaley Cuoco? Short answer - beats me! Longer answer - I never know just what celebrity will have that certain something that causes me to be so attracted to them. In years past, it's been such diverse celebs as Victoria Justice, Kim Kardashian, Teri Hatcher, Samantha Fox, Kathleen Beller, Farrah Fawcett and going way, way, back - Annette Funicello. Why these women do it for me (and not for others) is more than I can explain.
For other guys, it might be Taylor Swift or Lynda Carter or Madonna. The best thing about obsession is that you don't have to explain them. Just sit back and enjoy.
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BMB - You want to know why some of us are so obsessed with Kaley Cuoco? Short answer - beats me! Longer answer - I never know just what celebrity will have that certain something that causes me to be so attracted to them. In years past, it's been such diverse celebs as Victoria Justice, Kim Kardashian, Teri Hatcher, Samantha Fox, Kathleen Beller, Farrah Fawcett and going way, way, back - Annette Funicello. Why these women do it for me (and not for others) is more than I can explain.
For other guys, it might be Taylor Swift or Lynda Carter or Madonna. The best thing about obsession is that you don't have to explain them. Just sit back and enjoy.
Yeah I see your point ;)
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I'd take Ariel Winter She's set up perfectly for a lifelong titfight feud with Bindi Irwin that should be epic (if Bindi grows a bit more to catch up with Ariel's recent downsizing). This should happen.
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Flashback 2002: Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Scarlett Johansson
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Although the 18 year old blonde had only a few matches against other rookies under her belt, she had racked up impressive wins with all of them. The question was, could Scarlett do as well against a more experienced opponent like Jennifer?
The answer, as was proven as this match unfolded was 'Yes'. it was clear to see that it was taking all of Hewitt's skill and experience to keep the newcomer from overwhelming her. That made this a contest of endurance, and the first girl to have her's falter was doomed to defeat.
Now, nearly thirty minutes into the non-stop battle, both the blonde and the brunette were teetering on the edge of exhaustion, their curvaceous bodies glistening with sweat, their hair damp and matted, their chests heaving for precious air. Through gritted teeth Johansson hissed in the ear of her rival, "You're finished, and everyone here is going to see me destroy you!" Knowing she couldn't last much longer, Jen gambled everything on a last-ditch effort: wrapping her arms around her adversary's waist, Hewitt gave a roar and hoisted the startled youngster up, then threw both of them down to the floor, Scarlett taking the full impact with her opponent on top of her. Although stunned, the glassy-eyed blonde instantly started thrashing, intent on throwing the brunette off.
But Jennifer managed to stay atop her prone foe, and after much struggling was able to pin Scarlett's arms to the carpet, while the brunette's feet spread Johansson's legs wide, keeping her down on her back. She had scant power left in her body, but luckily for Hewitt, all she needed was gravity. Dropping her torso down, her 36C's pressed down over Scarlett's face, burying her mouth and nose in the satiny canyon between the orbs. The blonde squirmed with renewed vigor, fueled by sudden panic, but weakness sapped at her muscles as well, and escape proved impossible.
It didn't take long at all to smother the young phonom out, but the effort left Hewitt too spent to stand up and strike her customary victory pose. But the brunette has managed to claim the victory...even though none present believed for a moment that Scarlett wouldn't be seeking her revenge, and soon.
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Flashback 2002: Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Scarlett Johansson
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Although the 18 year old blonde had only a few matches against other rookies under her belt, she had racked up impressive wins with all of them. The question was, could Scarlett do as well against a more experienced opponent like Jennifer?
The answer, as was proven as this match unfolded was 'Yes'. it was clear to see that it was taking all of Hewitt's skill and experience to keep the newcomer from overwhelming her. That made this a contest of endurance, and the first girl to have her's falter was doomed to defeat.
Now, nearly thirty minutes into the non-stop battle, both the blonde and the brunette were teetering on the edge of exhaustion, their curvaceous bodies glistening with sweat, their hair damp and matted, their chests heaving for precious air. Through gritted teeth Johansson hissed in the ear of her rival, "You're finished, and everyone here is going to see me destroy you!" Knowing she couldn't last much longer, Jen gambled everything on a last-ditch effort: wrapping her arms around her adversary's waist, Hewitt gave a roar and hoisted the startled youngster up, then threw both of them down to the floor, Scarlett taking the full impact with her opponent on top of her. Although stunned, the glassy-eyed blonde instantly started thrashing, intent on throwing the brunette off.
But Jennifer managed to stay atop her prone foe, and after much struggling was able to pin Scarlett's arms to the carpet, while the brunette's feet spread Johansson's legs wide, keeping her down on her back. She had scant power left in her body, but luckily for Hewitt, all she needed was gravity. Dropping her torso down, her 36C's pressed down over Scarlett's face, burying her mouth and nose in the satiny canyon between the orbs. The blonde squirmed with renewed vigor, fueled by sudden panic, but weakness sapped at her muscles as well, and escape proved impossible.
It didn't take long at all to smother the young phonom out, but the effort left Hewitt too spent to stand up and strike her customary victory pose. But the brunette has managed to claim the victory...even though none present believed for a moment that Scarlett wouldn't be seeking her revenge, and soon.
Nice.
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BINDI IRWIN vs LIA JOHNSON
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Bindi made a spectacular effort, but the seven inch height deficit was just too much for her to overcome, and after a long and exhausting stalemate between the two rookie combatants, the Aussie was now reeling on the defensive as the taller American blonde launched her all-out final attack.
Johnson was throwing backhand chops across Irwin's chest, the brunette's breasts bouncing wildly in their bikini halter cups with each tomahawk blow as she staggered backward. Finally Bindi's back was up against the wall; Lia stopped her chops and wrapped her hands around her opponent's head, lacing the fingers behind her neck, while she brought her right foot up and placed it against the brunette's belly. Suddenly throwing herself backward to the floor, Lia flipped the shrieking Bindi up and over, until the Australian landed on the carpet with a thud and a groan, her arms and legs starfished as her glassy eyes stared up at the ceiling.
Jumping up to her feet, the blonde stood over her adversary...and then stomped her foot down hard into Irwin's tummy, knocking air from her already panting lungs. Lia then knelt down upon her rival, straddling her stomach, and undid her own halter, freeing her 34Bs. With a wicked grin, the blonde bent down, teardropping her breasts across the pinned Aussie's face, smothering her. After some futile squirming, Bindi ceased moving altogether, indicating she had been suffocated into unconsciousness.
Lia then unclasped the slumbering brunette's own bra and pulled it from her chest. Standing up, the blonde triumphantly planted a foot upon her fallen foe's heaving breasts and held Bindi's top above her head as her prize.
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This one's for 1619626. ;)
ANNA KENDRICK vs EMMA STONE
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Emma gasped and gurgled, her eyes wide with panic as the forearm tightened across her throat. Anna, on the other hand, was the very picture of self-approbation, seemingly both amused and slightly bored at the same time.
It had been a thrilling battle between the two, with Emma's greater height and strength countered by Anna's superior speed and agility. And, truth be told, Kendrick was simply the smarter fighter, and she had worn her more powerful opponent down. And now, the redhead was on the brink of defeat, as her adversary ruthlessly choked the breath from her searing lungs.
Intermittently choked, that is. Just as Stone seemed on the verge of blacking out, Kendrick would slacken her hold, allowing the embattled beauty to suck in precious air. But Anna wasn't being merciful...she was just enjoying prolonging her rival's inevitable defeat. "Finish her!" came a call from the onlookers, but the brunette merely pursed her lips into a tight little smirk and said, "All in due time. I want it to sink into Emma's hard head just how out-classed she is."
That taunt proved to be the high water mark of Anna's arrogance this evening, for moments later, Stone suddenly reached her arms up and grabbed her tormentor's hair by the roots and pulled her head downward, even as the redhead pushed up off of her knees. The result was Kendrick's chin smashing into the crown of Emma's skull. Stunned by the blow, the brunette's arms slid free of her victim's throat and she fell back, landing with a thud on her butt.
Emma's lungs burned and every fiber of her body ached, but she couldn't afford the luxury of taking even a few seconds to recover. Instead she spun around on her hands and knees and lunged at her adversary, slamming her forehead square between Anne's eyes. Kendrick flopped onto her back with a pained moan, as Emma looked down on her, gave a half-grin and rasped, "Hard head..remember?"
Swiftly flipping the dazed brunette over onto her belly, Stone sat upon Anna's back, cupped her hands under Kendrick's chin, and yaaaaaaaaaaanked backward. The electric pain coursing up and own her spine and neck snapped Anna out of her stupor and she began wailing in anguish, her hands desperately clutching as the pair of hands beneath her chin. But her efforts were to no avail, and with tears streaming down her face, the oh-so-recently triumphant Kendrick was shrieking her submission between sobs.
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anything involving Emma Stone sounds super sexy
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I've really enjoyed many of the recent postings in this thread, particularly Nicole's Demi and Michelle piece. Wonderful work, one and all. :)
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HWA: Kat Dennings vs Courtney Stodden
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Stodden roughly shoved the stunned brunette backward, until Dennings was pressed into the corner against the turnbuckle, arms draped over the top rope as she struggled to clear the fog from her head. But the blonde wasn't about to give her that change; stepping up onto either of the lower ropes to give herself the height advantage she needed. She then grabbed Kat by the hair and pulled her face forward as Courtney pressed her torso down, burying the brunette's face between her rival's 36Ds. The ringside color commentators erupt with shock, proclaiming that they had never thought they'd see the day when Kat Dennings would be 'jugged out'!
And had she continued with her smotherhold, Stodden quite probably could have left her opponent semi-conscious enough to easily pin. But the busty blonde was having too much fun annihilating the vaunted brunette to let it end so soon. So, Courtney jumped down from the ropes and broke her hold. Kat slumped in the corner, her body going limp, her arms atop the ropes the only thing keeping her upright. Denning's eyes were near-vacant, her mouth agape as she panted for breath, the tip of her tongue hanging out of the corner of her parted lips, looking for all the world the very picture of helplessness.
Stepping away from her adversary, Courtney began to strut and preen around the ring, playing to the crowd. This was her time of triumph, and she was going to revel in it! Finally she went to the opposite side of the ring from her foe, turned to face her across the canvas, and with a wicked smile suddenly charged at the hapless brunette. Both TV announcers realized what she was executing and simultaneously shouted "STODDEN BOMBS!!!" This was the blonde's finisher...a bodysplash into the corner, her breasts slamming like wrecking balls into those of her victim, generally pounding what little fight was left in her right out. In another second, all in attendance and viewing at home were certain, Kat Dennings was doomed for destruction.
But what no one...least of all Courtney...had counted on was those precious moments of time which the blonde had granted her rival, time enough for the wily Kat to marshal enough strength and gather enough wits, so that as Stodden leapt into the air, turning herself into a missile of devastation, her eyes barely had time to widen in horror as suddenly her target...was no longer there!
Kat managed to roll aside at the last possible instant, and Courtney slammed full-force into the empty corner. She stumbled back, eyes glazed, moaning loudly from the obvious pain. Dennings looked ready to collapse to the mat from exhaustion, but she rallied herself enough to limp over to the blonde, stand in front of her, wrap her hands behind Courtney's head, and then jump up, pulling her knees up even as gravity sent her backward to the canvas, pulling the startled Stodden down with her. As Kat's back hit the mat, Courtney's breasts smashed into the brunette's knees in a Reverse Lung Blower, the bosom pancaking violently from the impact. The blonde shrieked in anguish as the momentum sent her sailing backward and flat on the mat.
A roll-up was the smart call strategically, but Kat wasn't about to wrap up this match without dishing back some humiliation. So the flung herself atop Courtney's prone body, pinning her arms to the mat and grapevining her legs. With a smirk and a chuckle, Dennings then dropped her own 38DDs upon Stodden's face, burying her mouth and nose between the sweaty, satiny orbs. Courtney squirmed and trembled beneath her oppressor, but lacked the strength to throw her off. When the ref dropped down alongside them and did his three count, Kat tilted her head toward him, gave a self-satisfied smirk, and said, "Make it ten." He then proceeded to tap the canvas seven more times, humiliating the helpless blonde.
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With America's Independence Day coming up on Tuesday, I thought the time was right to put another story challenge to everyone...
Let's see some fights between All-American Girls!
Use whomever you like, so long as they are either (A) born in the U.S., or (B) a naturalized American citizen.
Let the fireworks begin! ;D
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But before the 4th of July there is Canada day...
Shania Twain vs Tricia Helfer Circa 2004
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Over-matched and overwhelmed Shania Twain frantically tried to free herself from the clutches of her tormentor and fellow Canadian Tricia Helfer. But resistance was proving futile for the petite brunette as Tricia moved in for the kill grabbing two handfuls of her lush brunette tresses and forcefully positioning her neck between her toned thighs where she would employ the standing head scissors. A natural finisher for a tall leggy woman like Tricia, and especailly effective when used against a smaller opponent.
Now bent over and locked in position with little hope of escape Shania feverishly scratched and clawed at Tricia's well toned thighs and butt cheeks but to no avail, and as she began to ratchet up the pressure Shania's struggles were slowly replaced by groans and sobs. After several more minutes toying with her soundly beaten countrywoman by relaxing and increasing the pressure on her neck, Tricia briefly relaxed her thighs slightly and asked " Give up yet half pint?" "Yesss please I give up" Shania then sobbed with little hesitation. Satisfied with the outcome Tricia released her hold on Shania where the disheveled brunette collapsed in a heap and the leggy blonde smugly strutted off basking in the glow of her conquest.
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Rachel Bilson vs. Emmy Rossum: Bikini Match
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Rachel could practically taste success as she took a seat on the downed Emmy's face going for a textbook facesit knockout finish in their 4th of July themed Bikini Match. It had been a back and forth battle between but the older yet shorter Bilson and the younger yet significantly taller Rossum. Bilson took great glee in grinding her perky ass all over Emmy's features as she looked over her shoulder and quipped "That's right, bitch. Kiss my tight ass before you pass out!" becoming increasingly more confident victory was mere seconds away. While Bilson grinded her butt up and down and all around the Shamelessstar's features, she'd reach down and begin clawing and mangling Emmy's bare breasts as her top was previously stripped off her. But Rachel's lighter size and shorter stature would soon doom her as Rossum was able to reach deep down within her and force the shocked Bilson off her.
In a flash, the tables were turned. Emmy moved like lightning and before anyone in attendance could blink the positions were flipped around and she was now seated firmly on Rachel's face. Bilson kicked her legs and flailed her arms in panic but Rossum's size and strength advantage helped secure the hold for her much better than it did for Rachel and that was even before Emmy would take things to the next level; especially after her opponent suddenly got a big mouth which was now muffled underneath Rossum's slightly more full and bubbly ass. "What was that about me kissing your tiny ass, dear? Hmm yeahhh that was not going to work for me I don't think. This though feels much better!" Emmy was now the one looking over her shoulder not only supremely confident but certain that she had this match in the books. After shuffling her ass a little until Rachel's entire face was fully engulfed in Rossum's crack, Emmy folded her legs underneath her which locked Rachel's head stuck under the ass now between each of Rossum's feet while also Bilson's previously resisting slaps and punches to Emmy's side ceased because her arms were now tangled and locked over her submerged head flopping helplessly on the mat.
Now that the facesit was completely secure with her arms immobilized, which was already causing Bilson to rapidly lose consciousness and will to fight back, Emmy had one more finishing touch up her sleeve. Facing her upper body, Emmy reached over and grabbed both of Bilson's still kicking legs by the ankles and yanked both of them back as possible cruely spreading Rachel's legs like she was trying to snap a wishbone. Bilson's shrieks and screamed could be barely heard under the ass smothering but she surely felt the pain and could only imagine the humiliating sight of having her legs spread wide open with just her skimpy bikini bottoms as any coverage and even those wouldn't last long before Emmy ripped them clean off in one yank completely exposing Bilson's most intimate areas spread out wide open like a landing strip. Rachel's clean-shaven pussy and pinpoint tight puckering butthole now showcased before the entire audience and she could do nothing about it. After letting everyone get a good view of Bilson's extremities, Emmy suddenly clapped her hand down on her gaping womanhood for a savage crotchclaw/facesit combo that had the entire crowd buzzing in excitement at the sensationally painful and humiliating submission hold they were witnessing. Or was it a pinfall? Nobody was even sure, not even the referee, as regardless it was clear that Emmy's facesit crotch grab hold trumped Rachel's previous facesit breast-grab hold and they weren't about to stop it until Rossum decided she had finished it herself.
Emmy crackled with glee as she kept the pussy-claw clamped on like it were the jaws of life on poor Rachel; just minutes before so cocky and proud and now put on display like this. Eventually Bilson's struggles ceased and her yelps died down as she finally blacked out from the combination of lack of oxygen and her sex being ravished. Emmy remained seated on her stretched out opponent as the ref raised her hand once it was clear that Rachel was not about to wake up anytime soon. Rossum, wanted to add one more insult to injury, requested an American flag which, upon receiving while still on top of her, she ceremoniously stuck the pole end of the flag up Rachel's upturned tiny butthole impaling the flag up until it stood upright in all it's pride and beauty as the crowd cheered the winner's patriotic finishing touch on a victory well deserved as she posed saluting the flag stuck up atop the shamed and defeated Bilson.
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The recent success of the movie Wonderwoman has put the star Gal Gardot into the spotlight and initiated much conversation and debate about her as a real life catfighter. This would be put to rest as she was asked to fight Kaley Cuocco in a topless no rules catfigfht. "This is the real deal bitch, I'm going to tear you apart, said the cocky Kaley as she stood face to face with her opponent. Gal barred her teeth as she answered, " I'll rip your tits off and that blond hair of yours will be ripped out by the roots you little slut." The girls grabbed each others hair and the fight was on. This was not turning out to be the easy fight that Kaley expected against a rather novice fighter. Gal and Kaley were both drenched in sweat as they rolled across the plush carpet mauling each others breasts, pulling hair and punching each other. The fighters were locked together in the corner of the room against the wall, both panting and groaning, but neither willing to submit to the other as the exhausted fighters, their legs locked together, their hands deeply embedded in their opponents hair, their breasts pushed together, continued their struggle. Kaley began to scream as Gal, true to her word, started to rip handfuls of blond hair from Kaley's scalp. Strands and clumps of blond hair littered the carpet as Gal now attacked Kaley's breasts and nipples. Gal scratched, clawed and pinched Kaley's boobs, but the proud Kaley wouldn't submit. The exhausted, defeated Kaley passed out from the pain. Gal stood up, raised her arms in a seductive victory pose, and enjoyed the cheers of the crowd.
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Vanessa & Stella Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere and Madison Iseman
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The rules of this teams apartment match were simple: Both duos battled at the same time, and when one fighter managed to subdue and eliminate her opponent, she was free to go and help her partner against her opposite number.
It had been a wild brawl right from the start. Longtime arch-rivals, it was no surprise that Vanessa and Hayden squared off with one another, leaving the younger Hudgens sister to battle fellow newcomer Madison. Twenty minutes into the fight, all four combatants were struggling against the threat of total exhaustion, yet none of the quartet would so much as contemplate surrender. But now, Vanessa was allowing herself to believe that victory might at long last be withing the grasp of the sisters. Hudgens had Panettiere gasping and struggling in a Rear Naked Choke, and sparing the briefest of moments to look back over her shoulder, she saw Stella and Madison rolling back and forth across the floor, but she was confident that her sister's height advantage would allow her to overwhelm the young blonde.
Unable to resist smiling as her hated rival wheezed in her grasp, Vanessa rasped, "You know just how much I love knocking your ass out, Hayd!" The embattled blonde gurgled "Fuck...you!" in angry response, her hands tugging at the strangling arm across her throat. Had she applied full force to the hold, Hudgens knew she could choke Panettiere out quickly. But truthfully, she was enjoying having the arrogant blonde at her mercy too much, so she lessened the pressure in order to prolong Hayden's torture.
That proved to be a tactical disaster.
Not having paid much attention to her sister's struggle, Vanessa failed to note the silence that befell that contest. With her back to the other fight, she couldn't now see her sister laying face down on the carpet, moaning softly, her left leg twitching yet otherwise still. And the elder sister could not see Stella's own bikini halter wrapped around her throat, and how that garment had been used against its owner to choke her into semi-consciousness and abject haplessness.
But Vanessa learned the error of her decision when Madison rabbit punched her to the back of her skull. She blacked out for only a few moments, but when her eyelids flickered open, her eyes filled with terror as she found herself flat on her back, with her blonde adversaries kneeling over her, both wearing malicious leers. The next five minutes would later be recounted by spectators as "The Devastation", as Hayden and Madison proceeded to subject Vanessa to an array of ever-increasingly painful holds. Hudgens squealed, wailed and howled in agony until her throat was raw, but her anguish was merely fuel for her tormentors.
Stella finally began to groggily come to, but that was merely an invitation for Iseman to return her attention to her, and quickly enough both Hudgens sisters were shrieking in a duet of pain.
Finally the blondes were willing to show "mercy" and finish their foes off. Both Hudgens girls were laid on their backs side by side, and their rivals sat down on their chests, then slid themselves forward, until Stella's mouth and nose were covered by Madison's crotch, as was Vanessa's by Hayden. The sisters squirmed feebly beneath their opponents, tears welling in their eyes as they gave muffled protests, their faces turning redder as they were humiliatingly smothered out. Finally, almost simultaneously, Vanessa and Stella passed out. Rising up, the victorious blondes each placed a foot upon the heaving chests of their conquered rivals and raised their arms, the ovation from the elite audience sanctifying their triumph.
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Kate Upton vs Natalie Dormer
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The wealthy american patron idea was simple: celebrating the 4th of July by holding a an insanely exclusive party with a catfight between an american and an english celebrities as the main attraction.
Kate Upton was the ideal choice for the US side, not only she had the perfect “all american girl” look; but she also had a solid reputation as a catfighter and a considerable sixe advantage over most of her fellow celebrities. The real challenge was to find a suitable opponent, since she should have been a credible challenge for Kate but without being a real threat to the american girl’s victory.
In the end it was Kate herself who came up with Natalie Dormer’s name.
“I always hated that smug bitch”
“Are you sure?” Asked the promoter “She’s a tough one..”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to kick her ass.”
As a matter of fact, the plan seemed to work: Natalie put up an hell of a fight; but eventually Kate’ raw size and strenght advantage made the difference and the american girl raggdolled her opponent around the the mat, however, once again overconfidence proved to be the key factor of a fighter's fall.
As Natalie was lying down on the floor trying to catch her breath, Kate decided that, instead of going for the kill, she wanted to humiliate her opponent; so she stripped Natalie of her Union Jack themed bikini and started to parade around the ring whirling the garments in the air.
When she finally turned around to finish off her opponent she discovered that Natalie got on her knees and from that position the englishwoman hit a brutal uppercut right on Kate’s unprotected pussy.
Kate hand automatically went to her wounded womanhood as she bended forward and Natalie took the opportunity to land another punch, this time right on Kate’s jaw.
The american heavily fell backwards and Natalie quickly mounted her. At first it seemed she went for a reverse facesit, instead she grabbed Kate’s hair, lifted her head a bit and locked a picture perfect figure four headscissor, engulfing Kate’s face between her own rock hard asscheeks while simultaneously crushing her skull.
Kate trashed and wriggled trying to free herself, but Natalie’s hold was too strong and debilitating. Plus the british decided to add another form of punishment by sliding her hand inside Kate’s panties and mercilessy clawing her crotch.
Finally Kate couldn’t take anymore and frantically slapped the mat segnaling her surrender.
Natalie rose to her feet soaking herself in the audience cheer while Kate slowly crawled outside the mat, crying in pain and humiliation.
But just as she was about to exit the mat she found her way blocked by the promoter, who was looking at her with anger and disgusts.
“You cost me a lot of money young lady….in order to convince Ntalie to fight you I had to promise her ten times the purse of the match…and I accepted just because you assured me that you could take her down…”
“I’m sorry” Bawled Kate “I will repay you…I will do anything….”
“Glad to hear that” added another voice.
Kate turned around and saw Natalie approaching her with a leash and collar in her hand.
“Because you know, I accepted to forfeit the money in exchange of you being my slave for a week…”
Kate couldn’t do anything but crying and pleading as Natalie placed the collar around her neck and smacked her shapely butta s she forced her to crawl outside the room amongst the audience laughs.
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America's Sweetheart: Alison Brie vs Kaley Cuoco
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The annual "America's Sweetheart" match, held on the Fourth of July each year, was one of the most prestigious contests in the celebrity apartment wrestling league. The two combatants were selected by a representative committee of the leading elites among the spectators. This year, two of the most popular girls were invited to square off against one another at a luxurious private estate outside of Philadelphia, birthplace of the Declaration of Independence.
Owing to the occasion, both Alison and Kaley wore bikinis with red, white and blue motifs. Each also brought her 'A Game', as this would be the first time the two much-favored battlers would be facing one another, and each was determined to emerge as the victor. And the match did not disappoint as the spectators...divided evenly between the two...cheered on their favorite. Cuoco and Brie subjected one another to a dizzying array of punishing holds; perhaps not surprising, pride tinged with envy led them to both target the other's vaunted C-cups with chops, punches and squeezes.
Both were drenched with sweat and panting hard for breath late in the battle, when Alison managed to snare Kaley in an abdominal stretch, the blonde's lush body agonizingly torqued against that of her rival. Brie's stretch had driven more than a few opponents in the past to submit, and she fully intended to add Cuoco's name to that list. "You'll beg me for mercy before I'm through with you!" the brunette hissed at her writhing victim.
Yet in spite of the punishing pain, Kaley refused to submit, and Alison frustratingly realized she had to find another way to beat her adversary. She finally released her hold and the blonde sank to her knees with a pitiful mewl, eyes shut to hold back the tears. Brie strutted around until she was facing her foe, and with her hands on her hips she sneered, "Why don't you make it easy on yourself and just give up, before I have to really start playing rough?" It was an uncharacteristic show of arrogance from the beloved brunette, but her partisans had to admit that it was not an unwelcome change in her persona.
After several long moments of silence, save for Cuoco's labored breath, the blonde finally gave her response...in the form of her right fist flashing upward, and smashing squarely into the triangle of star-spangled fabric covering Alison's groin! Brie let out a combination gasp and shriek, going knock-kneed and bunny hopping around the room as her hands clutched and sought to soothe her now-throbbing womanhood. Crawling on all fours, Kaley followed her, until she was near enough to grasp the brunette's ankles and yank her legs out from under her, sending her crashing face-first into the carpeting.
Moving with a swiftness the belied her exhaustion and aches, the blonde sat atop Brie's back facing her legs, and grabbed her ankles again, this time pulling Alison's legs back in order to apply a modified Boston crab. Against the laws of nature, the brunette's body was twisted backward, her spine electrified with agony as she scream and tugged at her own chestnut hair, hoping to somehow counter the pain. It was a potentially crippling hold, and common sense concluded that Brie would submit to it swiftly.
But common sense didn't take into account that Alison was as stubborn as Kaley, and thus she refused to allow herself to surrender. So Cuoco upped the ante: releasing Brie's right leg while still tugging back on her left, the blonde used her free hand to clamp a clawhold over Alison's still-tender crotch. "You were saying something about begging for mercy?" Kaley rasped over her shoulder at her victim. The brunette shrieked and wailed in pain, fists pounding the floor as she sobbed "I won't...I won't...I won't...!"
But not even her magnificent will could resist for long, and in desperation Alison squeaked out, "STOP! I...I give up!" Kaley smiled broadly and released her hold, rising up. She used her foot to push the bawling brunette onto her back, and then took extreme satisfaction out of placing that foot on Brie's breasts and raising her arms while gyrating her hips in a combination victory pose/dance that added to Allison humiliation.
Glaring up at her conqueror through tear-filled eyes, Alison growls, "You'll pay for this next time!" Sneering down at her victim, Kaley chirps, "Bring it on, buttercup...I'll be happy to kick your ass all over again."
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Alison and Kaley - two of my faves! And a great story to boot! And The Italian puts a little twist in his latest effort - very nice and unexpected! The "Finish Her" thread continues to amaze!
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After GLOW
The co-stars wanted to know the truth. They had battled it out for their Netflix show, but had never faced off in a real contest. Brie, despite being at a significant size disadvantage, was sure she would have an advantage by being willing to do anything to win. Gilpin was sure she would win by using her size and assets to squeeze and smother the life out of her smaller foe. At times, they were both right.
Brie's hands were assaulting the 34DD natural wonders of the curvy blonde. Gilpin was slowing the smaller woman down with bear hugs where her tits swallowed the 32Cs of the brunette and planted her ample ass on the face of the TV star. Even then, Alison used her tongue to excite the bigger woman, arousing Betty with her attentive mouth as it searched out the blonde's prized pussy.
They grappled for what felt like an eternity, each using real variations of holds they learned for the show. No audience, no industry people, just two gorgeous ladies wrestling to see who was truly the better woman. Sweat poured off their dueling naked forms, heavy breathing causing their bosoms to heave at every move.
Feeling her body overheating from the attention of her opponent, the bigger blonde decided to fight fire with fire and grabbed one of perky boobs that bounced so deliciously during the pilot episode. Alison tried to fight back, but the arousal overcame her and her head flew back in ecstasy. Feeling the orgasm rising within her, she offered no resistance as Betty pushed her onto her back and smothered the brunette with her superior breasts.
A few feeble attempts were not enough to break free as the smaller woman's arousal increased with the asphyxiation and she came in a torrent while leaving consciousness. Waking a few minutes later, Alison inhaled deeply and nearly gagged at the strong scent of the glistening labia that descended upon her face with the simple requirement that she get her foe off before her foe got off of her.
The scene would play out many times in years to come, with the brunette fighting valiantly each time but always finishing under the fabulous features of her blonde conqueror.
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"Told you that you were no match for me, bitch," Jessica purred as she gave a self-satisfied smile, the sound of her opponent's pained wincing satisfying her that the lotus lock she had Gabrielle trapped in was wearing the dark-skinned girl down. This was a signature submission move for Biel, and after a long and grueling contest, she was certain that victory would be hers soon enough. If her faith in her submission hold seemed arrogant, it was rooted in the fact that no woman had ever managed to escape it before.
But then again, Gabrielle Union is not like most women.
Planting her feet to the floor, Gabrielle gave an Amazonian roar and, in an incredible display of raw power, managed to push herself up and flip over backward. This successfully broke the hold, and left Jess momentarily stunned as to what the hell just happened. Moving with a speed that belied that ache every square inch of her body felt, Union moved to apply her own favored finisher, the stretch muffler. Pushing Biel onto her belly, Gabrielle sat on her back and stepped her right leg forward, pressing her heel against her rival's throat. She then grasped Jessica's left leg and lifted it up before pulling the calve back across Union's neck and shoulders and yanking. Gabrielle might confess to tugging the limb with a bit more effort than usual, but then given the seething level of animosity the two women held for one another, it should surprise no one that she would put a little extra "effort" into the hold.
"I've beaten you," Union hissed. "Give up!" Jessica howled in anguish, then spat out "Never...not to you!" Now it Was Gabrielle's turn to give a smug smile. "Fine," she replied. "We'll do this the hard way." Biel's screams filled the room as her tormentor continued to stretch her leg, until finally her pride could no longer sustain her will. "SHATAAAAAAAPPPP! ENOUGH! I...I GIVE UP!"
Gabrielle gave the leg one last tug, for for Biel to remember her by, and then she released the hold and stood up. While Jessica curled into a ball on the carpet, clutching her aching limb and sobbing, Gabrielle added a dollop of humiliation to her defeat by placing a foot on Biel's hip and flexing, the tiny rivulets of perspiration beading across her skin glistening in the penthouse's lights as she struck her pose of victory.
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It was an annual awards show for the "Best Commercials" on television. Kaley Cuoco was there because she did ads for a hotel chain and she was all decked out in a "little black dress" as a presenter. She struck up a conversation with the woman who played "Flo" on the insurance commercials and the two were soon laughing and having a great time.
That is, until they overheard two other nominees snickering and making catty remarks about them. Charlotte McKinney, who gained prominence for a sexy Carl's Jr. ad, was making mean comments about Kaley and "Flo" to Milana Vayntrub, the Sprint spokesperson.
This went on until Kaley had had enough. "What do say, Flo? Want to take these two bimbos out back and teach them some manners?" Kaley asked and Flo readily agreed.
So all four women were in a private room in the back of the auditorium and it didn't take long for hostilities to break out. Flo launched herself at Charlotte and while those two rolled around on the floor in a squealing, hairpulling tangle of arms and legs, Kaley and Milana were settling their differences with their fists.
Milana, it turns out, could not fight at all and Kaley was pounding her all over the room in an instant. A final uppercut left the busty brunette leaning against the wall, a dazed look on her pretty face. Kaley went to help Flo but it turned out that help wasn't needed. Flo was sitting astride Charlotte. She had ripped the blonde's top off and was kneading and twisting away at the model's gigantic boobs.
"Hang on - I have an idea" Kaley told the victorious Flo. They got the whimpering Charlotte to her feet and then Kaley, after quickly stripping Milana, put her in a full nelson.
Flo pushed Charlotte's face into Milana's gigantic tits and after some struggling and muffled pleas, the big blonde went limp and sagged to the floor. And that was when Flo yanked the KO's Charlotte up on her feet and held her while Kaley shoved Milana's face into Charlotte's cleavage.
The end result of course was two out cold hotties. Kaley and Flo took their expensive clothes and left them some tiny curtains to wrap up in and make their humiliating exit.
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Vayntrub is doing Sprint commercials now? Also, she's a nice 32C, but hardly huge. Like the combos for the fight.
She was also just cast as Marvel's "Squirrel Girl".
-JM
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Vayntrub is doing Sprint commercials now? Also, she's a nice 32C, but hardly huge. Like the combos for the fight.
I think the poster has the spokespeople mixed up
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I probably do have her mixed up as far the the commercials she does. Honestly, I just barely pay attention. But I do think she's sporting some D cups or at least a seriously good up-lifting bra. Eh, I tried. :-\
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Eh, I tried. :-\
No "eh" about it...trying is all we ask for, and I for one enjoyed your piece. :)
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I probably do have her mixed up as far the the commercials she does. Honestly, I just barely pay attention. But I do think she's sporting some D cups or at least a seriously good up-lifting bra. Eh, I tried. :-\
And you did great! I just think she's the AT&T girl but that's not even a big deal
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I enjoyed the story , multiple opponents is not easy.
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Penny (Big Bang Theory) vs Sharpay (High School Musical)
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(An origin story, of sorts...)
Wealth had left him time for his idle pursuits, one of which was scouting out fresh talent for the elite catfighting circle he helped host in Los Angeles, and he had developed a keen eye for good potentials.
Athletic ability was the first thing he ascertained, and that was discernible to the skilled eye by the way a subject carried herself. Less detectable...but obvious once you knew what to look for...was a fighting spirit. All too often, others had bragged that they had found the Next Big Thing with some gorgeous specimen, but although she had athletic skill, if she lacked the necessary spirit, she was invariably reduced to a sobbing mess within minutes. No, finding the right kind of competitor was an art, and it took time.
He had been watching the young waitress for a few weeks now. Places like the Cheesecake Factory were happy hunting grounds, as they tended to attract a certain type, and this girl...Penny...was exactly the type he was looking for. She grew up in farm country back in Nebraska, and he was certain she had had plenty of country girl scraps growing up. An aspiring actress, she moved to LA with a layabout hunk of beef for a boyfriend and was ready to set Hollywood on fire. In the meantime...a very short meantime, she was convinced...she paid the bills by waitressing. Casual conversations with her during his visits to the restaurant revealed a fierce spirit and sharp native intelligence that was just what he hoped for.
She was impressively amiable to the suggestion when he finally broached it. Frankly, she'd been picking up some extra money doing mud and oil wrestling in a seedy nightclub, but this option promised a much bigger payday...not to mention an audience that held more than a few potential power players in Hollywood. Penny was confident she'd beat whomever they put her up against, and it would all prove to be a fun little lark.
Arrangements were made, and the match was slated to be held in the Malibu mansion of a dotcom millionaire. The scout gave Penny the address of a very exclusive designer store on Rodeo Drive, and told her he had arranged credit for her to pick out a nice bikini for the match. With no price limit mentioned, she made a point of buying one of the most expensive ones there.
The night finally arrived and a car picked Penny up to take her to the mansion. She was escorted to a bedroom to ready herself. With butterflies in her stomach she then walked into the large living room. She padded across the thick carpeting, her sparking eyes meeting those of the fifteen or so spectators standing on one end of the room, the blonde giving an enticing small smile to each. Their eyes were locked on her, and they clearly liked what they saw. But suddenly she saw their eyes casting elsewhere; she turned and saw her opponent enter the room. All she knew about her is that her name is Sharpay...Penny couldn't help but wondering if she was named after a dog, and the thought always made her smirk.
Penny could read a woman as well as her recruiter could...or at least she thought she could. She was the blonde strut in, and instantly sensed the air of arrogance and privilege around her. Sharpay was fit and toned, but Penny was certain she was just some rich priss who was in way over her head. No doubt she would be blubbering with a lot of tears when she begged for mercy. Two, maybe three minutes...tops.
Much to the transplanted Nebraskan's chagrin, things went considerably longer than that.
The first ten minutes or so was basically a stalemate, as the two blondes thrashed and tumbled across the room. Sharpay proved to be an unexpectedly skillful fighter, and indeed, it was Penny who was on the defensive much of the time. The more perceptive among the spectators realized Sharpay's strategy, and soon enough it came to fruition: Penny was giving 100% of herself, and as a result, she eventually spent herself into total exhaustion. Her chest heaved as she panted hard for breath, her arms and legs were leaden, and her sweat-soaked body trembled to remain upright. She was learning right this very minute the crucial value of endurance. Sharpay, on the other hand, was canny enough to hold enough in reserve, and now that her opponent was tottering, the haughty blonde called upon her remaining power and she utterly overwhelmed Penny.
She learned the hard way that this was not one of those two minute hairpulls behind a barn back home...this was a wrestling contest, and Penny's skills at submission wrestling are negligible. Unfortunately for her, Sharpay's are not, and she took a sinister delight in making her victim howl and scream with a variety of painful holds, twisting, yanking and stomping Penny's taut body until it quivered in agony. Finally...mercifully for the beleaguered Penny...the end came when Sharpay applied a Rear Naked Choke. Penny squirmed in her grasp, but it didn't take long before she was strangled into semi-consciousness, and sent into defeat, the victorious cackle of her rival echoing in her ears.
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An hour and one long, hot shower afterward, Penny was composed enough in her assigned bedroom to receive her patron. Wrapped tight in a borrowed robe, her eyes were still rimmed red from crying, and she hung her head low in shame at her total defeat. But to her surprise, her benefactor wasn't there to tell her she didn't have what it takes to be a fighter. On the contrary, he said he was very pleased with what he saw. "What you lacked was skill," he told her. "But you had plenty of raw power, and more importantly, a real fire inside of you. You gave it everything you've got until you finally had nothing left to give, and then I saw you endure a beating that would have driven virtually anyone else to submit, but not once did I see an inkling in your eyes that you were considering giving up. What you lack can be taught, but what you already have is something truly special. I think you have the ability to be one of the very best catfighters around. But you're a diamond very much in the rough right now, and we need to give you polish." It was the crucial moment: would she accept the challenge, or else let the defeat she suffered tonight drive her away?
Tilting her head up to look directly at him, the distress that had been in her green eyes was replaced with fire. "So let's do it," she said in a steely tone. "I've got some bitches to beat up."
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Farrah Abraham vs Zendaya
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As they two beauties violently thrashed, they inadvertently slammed their foreheads together, badly dazing both. With a groan, Zendaya pushed herself up to her hands and knees and slowly began to crawl to the opposite side of the penthouse living room, anxious to put distance between herself and her opponent so as to gain more time to recover. However, Farrah also managed to get to all fours and went in pursuit of her rival. Zendaya suddenly found her forward progress halted as Farrah grasped her bikini bottoms. She then crawled closer and grabbed her adversary by the hair, pulling her up on her knees. Farrah then slammed Zendaya face-first into the plush carpet, further stunning the younger girl.
"Finish her!" came a voice from the small group of elite spectators, and the brunette aimed to do just that. With the moaning Zendaya still flat on her stomach, Farrah rose up and stood straddling over her opponent's hips. She then bent down and grabbed her victim's ankles, lifting Zendaya's legs up and bending them back, until Farrah was able to tuck the feet under her armpits. Zendaya instinctively reached back with her hands to somehow try and pull herself free, but that just allowed her tormentor to more easily grasp her wrists. With all four limbs secure, Farrah then sat down on Zendaya's back, rocking back and forth in a 'Rocking Chair' submission hold. Her spine bent to its limits, Zendaya shrieked in agony at the top of her lungs. "Give up, you bitch," Farrah snarled. "You're no match for me!" Pride kept Zendaya from complying for all of four more seconds before she began howling her submission.
Victorious, Farrah released her victim...but she wasn't finished with her yet. She rolled the sobbing girl over onto her back and sat on her chest, and with a malicious grin slid herself forward until her cotton-covered groin settled down upon Zendaya's mouth and nose, smothering her. The hapless battler squirmed beneath her oppressor, but to no avail, and quickly was rendered insensate by her malicious rival.
Farrah then got to her feet, and beaming a triumphant smile, she placed a foot on the heaving chest of her beaten foe and flexed her arms, while the spectators jump up and cheered her victory.
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TROIAN BELLISARIO VS MEGHAN MARKLE
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A select and quite excitable crowd had gathered in the plush penthouse to witness the evening’s entertainment. The two starlets involved had met before but not for several years, during which time both had grown their reputation in different ways. The talk beforehand had centred on Meghan being the larger and stronger, giving her the edge on paper. In addition Markle had been over in the UK making headlines and romancing a prince, giving her a sky high public profile and an extra level of interest in this fight.
Beforehand Troian had been quick to point out that fame wasn’t important when your back was on the carpet. And it was clear that she had been spending a lot of time in the gym when she slipped out of her cream cocktail dress. Her slender body was taut, barely an ounce of fat on her lithe frame, the paleness of her skin highlighted by her midnight blue bra and panty set. Meghan was still the sturdier of the two, but her olive-skinned curves within the nude lacy underwear could not hide a noticeable lack of toning in comparison with her opponent.
If Meghan herself realised this she didn’t let on, making a few snide comments about her rival having a body like a little boy before opening with a big shove to slam the lighter woman back-first into the wall. But that gave Troian space she needed, first flicking low kicks into Markle’s thighs and then short knees and slaps into her tummy, slowing the bigger starlet down and wearing into her reserves of energy.
And when the hurting Suits actress tried to close the gap things just got worse, Troian focussed and aggressive as she hooked a half nelson and dragged them both to the carpet. There Bellisario simply had her way, twining those long toned legs around Megan’s thick waist and crushing down hard, Squeezing the olive-skinned beauty like a tube of toothpaste . Markle couldn’t help but let out a little groan of pain as the alabaster vice crushed into her midsection but she didn’t seem to have the strength to break free.
After a minute or so of this torture Markle’s groans had given way to little mewls of pain, her shoulders cramping up even as every breath laboured through the vice of Bellisario’s embrace. “Bitch, let me goooo!” she hissed, trying to keep her voice steady, but Troian only let out a nasty little snicker and jerked on the half nelson, pressing Meghan’s face down into the carpet to keep her quiet.
“I know you think you’re practically royal now” Troian whispered, her breath warm and damp in Meghan’s ear, “but to me all you are is a throne.” The pale beauty gave one last pulse of her twin holds and rolled Markle out onto her back, wriggling and knee-walking herself upwards until her thighs framed the other brunette’s panicked face in a high kneel.
Meghan had a fraction of a second to squeal “NOOOOOO!” before Bellisario sat back and squeezed her thighs, burying Meghan’s face in blue silk panties and alabaster glutes. She immediately started bucking and swinging wild slaps up at her tormentress, but it was easy for Troian to corral her wrists and trap them under her own shins. With that done Bellisario fired down blows, first a few punches into Markle’s midriff to pacify her, and then a few teasing slaps to the cups of her nude bra.
It was only a matter of seconds before Markle’s bucks and wriggles faded into still, shallow breaths. Just to make sure there was no more life left in her Troian slid on hand under the satiny cup of Meghan’s bra and gave that soft flesh a quick squeeze and a pinch of the nipple. When even that didn’t cause any movement from the dozing beauty, Bellisario just smiled and stood up, placing one foot on between Meghan’s breasts and giving a low curtsey to her enraptured audience.
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EMMA STONE vs EMMA ROBERTS
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Stone gave a loud, long whine of severe discomfort and gritted her teeth, as the fingers of her opponent kneaded deep into the trapezius muscles between her neck and shoulders. Few truly knew how to manipulate such a clawhold for maximum effect, but unfortunately for the redheaded Emma, the blonde Emma was among those rare few. Already Stone's arms were left numb and dangling helplessly at her sides, lifeless save for some involuntary twitching. And the pain from the hold was now slowly driving her to her knees.
Once she had her adversary down on her knees, Roberts suddenly released her handholds on the redhead's trapezoid muscles, and swiftly wrapped her arms around Stone's head for a sleeperhold. "Nonononononooooooo!" Stone mewled, her arms still useless, while Roberts cinched the hold tighter. Soon enough, the redhead's eyes grew glassy and her lids began to flutter shut as a trickle of drool trailed down the left corner of her mouth. She gave one last pitiful sigh before succumbing to the inky darkness, and then her entire body went slack.
Roberts unwound her arms and let her beaten rival collapse to the floor, where she lay slumbering on her back. The blonde then lifted her right leg and almost daintily placed her big toe to the spot right between Stone's eyes, and Robert counted "1...2...3!"
And thus was the undisputed Superior Emma determined.
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For not being a big fan of either lady I found this story both immersive and entertaining. Writerette, I'd say that was quite an entrance! ;)
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Angie, welcome to our funhouse! This is a terrific debut piece, and I most definitely can't wait to read more from you. ;D
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Joey king is 18 now think she should be in a couple of fights.
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Been reading here for a while, decided to register and try one of these.
The Kingslayer
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Hunter King had been the pride of the family in the tit department for as long as she remembered. Little sister Joey had blossomed and was started to give her looks like she wanted to take the mantle. It didn't help that, despite her size, Hunter's tits didn't have the perkiness or firmness of other young Hollywood tit girls and she had been humiliated by one opponent after another with her boobs beaten and battered. Hoping to head things off, and kill the teasing her little sister was starting to give her, Hunter set up a titfight for Joey's 18th against one of the best young racks in Hollywood. What Hunter hadn't expected was the slaughter it had turned into.
Joey was getting flattened from the word go. She did nothing but get slammed, smashed, and squashed buy the other girl. Hunter started to panic, screaming for her sister's tormentor to stop. Instead of doing that, the screams just invigorated the other girl, her assault on Joey's tits becoming more and more pronounced. The younger King sister blubbered her surrender repeatedly, to no avail, as the rules in Hollywood stated that the winner had to accept the loser's submission before things were truly over.
Seeing the effect on both sisters, the dominant queen grabbed the younger sister by the hair and walked her over in front of Hunter before squashing her in an bone crunching bear hug. Looking right into the eyes of the older sister, the winning fighter simply said, "She's even easier than you were. Why don't you get those floppy tits out here and get smashed right along with little bitty Joey?"
Hunter, angered by the thrashing her sibling was enduring, quickly obliged. Unfortunately for her, her tits still didn't have enough in them to beat the other pair. Quickly she found herself getting dominated. Her boobs red, splotchy, and completely deflated as tears streaked her face. The small audience then saw the dominating fighter grab both whimpering, crushed sisters and whisper something to both of them. The King sisters quickly nodded and each inhaled a glorious boob into their mouth as a sign of submission.
"You girls might have some size, but your tits ain't shit. 1 queen beats 2 kings every time."
Abigail Breslin soaked in the adulation, and unadulterated lust, of the audience as she entertained thoughts of maybe taking another shot at Ariel Winter's fat young tits.
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MILA KUNIS vs KALEY CUOCO
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Mila swung her right arm down, the edge of her hand slamming down upon the forehead of the blonde, with an impact that causes a shower of perspiration to spray from the glistening bodies of both beauties. Kaley's eyes widen and she halts in her tracks, momentarily stunned. Kunis then brings down repeated tomahawk chops to her rival's head, with Cuoco's glazed eyes crossing as she stumbles backward from the barrage. Finally she bumps into the sofa and sprawls backward upon it.
Putting to lethal use her ballet training for "Black Swan", the brunette lifts her shapely left leg and presses the sole of her foot across Kaley's windpipe, choking her. "I hope I cut off enough air to give you brain damage, you blonde bimbo!" Kunis snarls at her hated nemesis. Cuoco gasps and gurgles, her hands frantically clutching at her strangler's ankle. In desperation, Cuoco pulls her right leg up tight and then lashes out with it, her foot smashing into her oppressor's lower belly. Mila gives a sharp grunt and staggers backward, struggling to not lose her balance, her body turning until her back is to her opponent.
Ignoring her aches and exhaustion, Kaley bolts up off of the sofa and rushes up behind the brunette; wrapping her arms around Mila's waist, she suddenly lifts the startled woman up, and then brings her down. Mila's groin slams agonizingly down upon the blonde's outstretched knee. The impact sends Kunis vaulting forward with an agonized shriek, her hands clutching her now-throbbing womanhood. She remains standing on trembling legs as the blonde sneers, "And I hope that gave you brain damage. That is where you do all of your thinking, isn't it, bitch?"
Both gorgeous creatures were running on fumes, but their sheer hatred for one another kept them battling on. Cuoco stepped up behind her adversary and snaked an arm across Mila's throat; but before the blonde could take advantage, Kunis reached up to grab her hair and suddenly sat down hard, pulling Kaley with her and nailing her with a crude stunner. The two now lay groaning on the penthouse carpet, dazed and spent, bare chests heaving for precious oxygen, but determined to find the last vestiges of strength needed to vanquish the other.
At long last, the pair pushed themselves up to all fours, and then faced one another on their knees. They lunged at one another, the smack of bare flash echoing through the room as they tumbled back to the floor, rolling back and forth across the carpet with legs entwined, and hands yanking hair, pressing against faces, and clutching at throats. Their breathy grunts became akin to animal growls as they struggled. Suddenly Mila rolls on top and attempts to press Kaley's wrists to the floor to pin her, but the blonde bucks up, throwing her opponent over and off of her. Kunis somersaults and lands with a thud on her back.
Moving with a swiftness that surprises even her, Cuoco rolls over and leaps at the prone vixen, grabbing Mila's own arms to pin her down, while Kaley presses her breasts down over the face of her foe. Kunis thrashes wildly, her muffled shouts one of defiance, but she lacks the necessary strength to power herself free. Her movements grow more sluggish as her face nestles into the satiny trap of her rival's flesh, cutting off her air.
Finally, Mila ceases to move altogether. Panting hard for breath, the triumphant Kaley pushes herself up off of her nemesis, revealing the brunette's deep red, sweat-soaked face, eyes shut as her parted lips reflexively suck in oxygen to fill her searing lungs. Too spent to even rise up in order to strike the customary victory pose, Cuoco tries to sit up, but instead falls onto her back as exhaustion claims her.
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Physical REACTions
Brooklin
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Mikaela (and mom)
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FBE and the React channel has been churning out attractive, busty teens for a few years now. Everyone knows Lia Marie Johnson’s curves. The more dedicated ones know the spectacular tits of Morgan Tebbe or the bubbly jigglers of Maddie Perry. What most people don’t realize though, is that Brooklin Fenton is the best of the bunch.
She squashed Morgan’s bigger boobs and Lia’s more well known ones with ease. Maddie wouldn’t even try. No other starlet who had come through the ranks of FBE could compete with her. She was sure today was going to be another one of those days. Mikaela Pascal had finally turned 18 and Brooklin was going to annihilate her big white tits and teach the girl some modesty and respect.
At least, that’s how she had seen it going. The reality was Mikaela’s rack was almost on par with Morgan’s for sheer size and was firmer than any of the other girls who had ever been part of the crew. She was smashing the older React girl all around the studio, her tits softening the other pair like so much marshmallow fluff. No sooner had it started then it was over, the dark haired hottie ascending to the top of the ladder and leaving the former champ with a mouth full of tit and a promise to do worse if Brooklin didn’t get in line and acknowledge the pale Italian girl as the new queen of the Fine Brothers Universe.
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The React girls? That's a new one. I like it.
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Michelle Trachtenberg vs Indiana Evans Bikini Catfight
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As Indiana Evans lay on her back, the bright sun beaming down on her sunkissed skin causing the beads of sweat speckling her slim body to glisten and sparkle, thoughts began to eratically race through her mind. She dug her feet into the sand, curling her pedicured toes into the coarse grains and kicking a cloud into the air. She fidgeted tirelessly. 'Maybe I can close my eyes, you know. Just focus on the sound of the crashing waves' she thought to herself. But she couldn't focus; after all, how could she?
Evans was filled with joy several minutes ago, with not a care in the world, her luscious pink lips were curled in an arrogant smirk and her eyes were beaming with devious glee as she playfully skipped down the tourist-infested beach. The young Australian giggled uncontrollably as she ran underneath a nearby pier, hiding behind a large wooden pillar. Her laughter only intensifies once a seething young woman sprints past her, the Aussie's laughter causing the pale brunette to stop dead in her tracks.
Turning on her heel, her eyebrows arching, an irate scowl forming on her flushed face, an irate Michelle Trachtenberg angrily stomps toward the younger blonde. "Was that suppose to be fucking funny?" Michelle growls.
Unable to keep her composure, Indiana's reply is constantly interrupted by hilarity-induced snorts, "I... I don't think.. it was funny..., it was hilarious! You should have seen your face!"
The celebrity lifestyle is not one of solitude. Paparazzi are constantly tailing celebrities, documenting their every move with a dslr camera and zoom lens, ensuring high quality, up-close images that can be snapped from far away. Michelle had been sunbathing, laying face-down on her beach towel. Michelle, not a fan of tan lines, unties the back of her bikini, letting the thin strings drop to her side.
Evans happened to be vacationing at the same resort. Known for being an arrogant, devious trickster, the young blond decided that she no longer needed the large cup of ice water clutched in her hand. She had to do something quick, the frosty cup was numbing her dainty fingers. Noticing the topless sunbathing starlet, Evans gets a delightfully devious idea. With a derisive chuckle, Indiana pours the icey contents across Michelle's exposed back.
Trachtenberg belts out a shrill screech, leaping to her feet from the shock of the unsuspecting icy blast, her untied bikini top forgotten. Michelle snaps her head around, glaring at the giddy blonde skipping merrily past her. She steps forward to pursue the snobby bitch bit a hard gust of salty wind blasts her body, and her bosom, looking down, Trachtenberg squeals, her arm shielding her pale B cup breasts as she hastily scrambles to tie her top back on. However, Michelle knows the damage is done. She has been a celebrity since childhood and can hear a camera shutter closing a mile away. Even the gusting wind, murmuring tourists and waves crashing cannot mute the distinct sounds of multiple camera shutters clicking in the distance. Her face blushing red, she sprints after her assailant.
Indiana tried to fight back, tossing samd in Michelles eyes, striking out with low blows, yanking the brunette's hair, but even Indiana's most devious tactics couldn't stifle Michelle's brute force and soon, the crafty blonde was laying on her back.
'And here I am, my body throbbing, my tan frame pinned down by this pale American slut. Maybe she... wait, srop... the weight on my waist has lifted. Maybe she has grown bored.' Evan's' eyelids flutter open, assuming that all is well. Her vision however is hindered. The cloudy blue sky is gone, replaced by a pair of smooth, round, positively plump, pale cheeks. The white fabric of Trachtenberg's bikini bottoms stretches snugly across her hips, her cheeks pouring out from the thin fabric.
"Pucker up, brat. The paparazzi is gonna LOVE this!" Michelle purs as she slowly lowers her rump.
Fear overcoms tge young Aussie. Her instincts scream at her to flee, but Michelle's larger frame has her pinned down tight. Evans' lips quiver as she pleads, "No, no," Michelle's ass hovers ever closer. "Puhleaseeee d.. don...", Michelles cheeks slowly drop an inch, eclipsing Evans' petrified face, "Not my faaace! You're soooo gross!" Evans' nose is now nudged against the crevice of the pale American's cheeks. "NohohoooMRPHHH!" Evans squeals.
Indiana's oval face, an object of lust and jealousy, adorned with luscious pink lips, cute button nose and deep blue piercing eyes accompanied by thin black lashes, and thin light brown eyebrows that are now arched in shock, is completely conceled. Her lustful, delicate tan features veiled by an embrace of magnolia-white skin -- that skin so prized by pale women and so carefully guarded by sunscreen to block the hot sun, now nestled down on Evans. Michelle wiggled her hips, wedging Indiana's nose deep inside her crevice, her swaying, sweaty cheeks encasing the Aussie's screaming, mortified face, creating an air-tight seal.
Leaning forward, placing her hands on Evans' abdomen to steady herself, Michelle goes to work, grinding and scrubbing her beautiful derriere, scouring the landscape of her rival's face. Evans' kicking and muffled screaming is quickly and systematically reduced to twitches and murmurs until the young lady stops moving entirely, her body succombing to the smother. Michelle peels her ass off of her foe's slumbering face. Standing up, Michelle observes her handiwork.
Indiana Evans once flawless face is covered by a ruddy, tear-stained mask of humiliation. Her once arrogant smirking lips have transformed into an unappealing open-mouthed gape, topped off with saliva trickling down the side of her luscious pink lips.
Michelle bends down, gripping a handful of sand, "Well, this has been fun, but I have a hot date and, since you won't be seeing any action," Trachtenberg peels back Indiana's bikini bottoms, shoving the sand inside the crotch-panel. Kicking the passed out brat onto her stomach, Michelle grabs the back of her bottoms and jerks the material, visciously tugging the bottoms high up, Indiana's tight, tanned tush. The flimsy material cuts deep inside her womanhood as it is stretched upward, biting into her ass. To add to the pain, the coarse sand grates against her senitive flesh as it penetrates her vagina. "Sleep tight, cutie." Michelle giggles as she skips away, leaving her rival behind.
Indiana lays face-down, her bottoms wedged into an excruciating thong, grains of sand rubbing her raw, and the scent of Trachtenberg's famous derriere lingering in her nostrils. Off in the distance, the distinct sound of a camera shutter clicks.
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Fantastic story!
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You do not mess with Ms. Trachtenberg. ::)
Michelle Trachtenberg vs Indiana Evans Bikini Catfight
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You do not mess with Ms. Trachtenberg. ::)
Au contraire! I would ENCOURAGE everyone to "mess with Ms. Trachtenberg" ... that means we'll get plenty more GREAT finishes in this thread. Bring it on, y'all!!
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Chelsea Reacts to Domination
Chelsea
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Tori
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It had seemed like a good idea at the time, Chelsea mused. She'd headed out with Tori after filming their latest React video (reacting to Netflix's new GLOW series), and the series had been the focus of their conversation since. It wasn't until they reached the park that Tori had suggested they try out a bit of women's wrestling for themselves. Chelsea, thinking it sounded like a bit of fun, agreed.
Ten minutes later, she was regretting her eagerness. Tori was sat astride her, hands on hips, and pinning Chelsea's arms down under her shins. Chelsea had made a few game attempts to buck her off, but the brunette easily kept her position on the older girl's chest. With a final grunt, Chelsea let her head loll to the side.
"Eyes up, Chelsea."
Tori tangled her hand in Chelsea's hair and pulled her head to force her to look up at her captor. As their eyes locked, Tori flashed her a smile and shifted her position, such that her thighs pressed gently against each side of Chelsea's head.
"Have you done this before, then?" asked Chelsea casually, as she ran her hands from Tori's shorts down her bare legs. Tori glanced down and took hold of her hands.
"A few times," she said. "Although I usually end up on the bottom."
She laced her fingers with Chelsea's and pinned her hands down on the grass above her head.
"So what's the end-game here?"
"I was hoping you'd tap out or something. I mean, you're pretty much stuck under me, right?"
"I don't know," Chelsea replied with a cheeky grin. "I reckon I could get out."
Tori laughed and let go of Chelsea's hands, instead taking hold of her head again. She shuffled forward over Chelsea's body until she was straddling her neck, her crotch pressing up tight against the girl's chin. Then she leaned back and rested her hands on the ground behind her, thrusting against Chelsea's chin even more as a result.
"How about now?" she asked, peering down her own body at the slightly more agitated face beneath her. Chelsea's hands once again roamed over her legs and waist, but to no avail. It took less than a minute before she felt one of those hands tapping against her thigh.
Tori got back to her feet, standing over her defeated friend, and raised her arms in victory. Chelsea began to stand up too, but Tori quickly pressed a shoe against her stomach to keep her down.
"Not yet," she said in response to the unasked question. "There's something else I wanted to try."
"I don't like the sound of that," Chelsea muttered.
"Look, just stay lying there, this won't take long."
Chelsea watched with a look of puzzlement as Tori moved her foot off her stomach and instead took a seat next to her.
"What are you-"
Tori grabbed Chelsea under the arms and hefted her backwards, letting her head rest against one of the brunette's thighs. In an instant, the other leg wrapped around Chelsea's head and she locked her legs together. Chelsea squealed at the sudden pressure.
"A headscissor!" Tori exclaimed triumphantly. "Me and Mikaela wrestled a couple of months ago, and she got me with one of these. Man, she's got some strong legs."
"You don't say," Chelsea gasped, grabbing at Tori's legs and trying to pull them apart.
"So whaddya say? Submit again?"
"Seriously, Tori-"
Chelsea's reply was cut off as Tori clamped a hand over her mouth and squeezed her legs again. Chelsea's eyes widened.
"Come on, Chels, same as last time. You gotta tap."
"Mmph!"
Chelsea writhed desperately, but between the legs crushing her head and the hand cutting off her air, she was barely able to put up a fight. It wasn't long before her hand slapped against Tori's leg again.
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You do not mess with Ms. Trachtenberg. ::)
Au contraire! I would ENCOURAGE everyone to "mess with Ms. Trachtenberg" ... that means we'll get plenty more GREAT finishes in this thread. Bring it on, y'all!!
Touché! ;D
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You do not mess with Ms. Trachtenberg. ::)
Au contraire! I would ENCOURAGE everyone to "mess with Ms. Trachtenberg" ... that means we'll get plenty more GREAT finishes in this thread. Bring it on, y'all!!
Touché! ;D
Ick i would love to smash her smug face in.
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More Emma Watson fights please
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That is a pic of Katheryn Winnick and not Scarlett J.
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A quick Bing search of Scarlett Johansson has that picture listed as one of her's.
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Hayden Panettiere vs Emma Watson
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The two beauties, exhaustion writ across their reddened faces, grunted and groaned as they struggled against one another, their hands clasped together in a test of strength. To her consternation, Emma found that the five inches in height she sported over her adversary gave her no advantage, as the blonde dug her bare feet into the thick carpeting of the penthouse and simply refused to be moved. The English lass knew this stalemate was fruitless, and thus she had to shift tactics in order to overcome her rival and seize the victory.
Unfortunately for the brunette, Panettiere came to the same conclusion, and acted a heartbeat quicker. Suddenly pivoting, she let Watson's own momentum carry her over for a hip toss. Emma shrieked as she flipped over and landed with a thud on her back, but before she could scramble back up to her feet, a kick to the side of her head left her dazed and mewling.
Knowing the Brit would only be stunned for a moment, Hayden moved with all of the swiftness her ache-wracked body could muster; she rolled the brunette over onto her belly, and then the American sat on her back. Grasping Emma's legs, Panettiere pulled them back, tucking the feet under her arms, and thus subjected Watson to a spine-wrenching Boston crab!
"Say Auntie!" Hayden sneered with a smirk. Shocked out of her stupor by the electric waves of pain now coursing up and down her spine, Emma gasped and choked back a sob, and defiantly whined, "No...NEVER!"
Her refusal to submit, although admirable, was doomed to failure. The blonde gleefully pulled back on her opponent's limbs ever-further, drawing ear-piercing shrieks from the embattled brunette. Finally...long past the point when other women would have given up, it's worth noting...Emma gasped, "A-auntie!"
"I can't heaaaaaar you," Panettiere viciously purred in a taunting sing-song tone. "AUNTIE! AUNTIIIIIIIIIIE!" Emma screamed, tears running down her cheeks. At last satisfied that she had properly humbled the English battler, Hayden released her hold and stood up, placing a foot upon the beaten Emma's hip and flexing her arms while Watson melted into a puddle of tears.
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Figured I'd try my hand at this, I'm much more of an RPer than a story writer, sooooo
Sofia Boutella vs Charlize Theron
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Charlize panted as she stared Sofia down. Sofia for her part was in a daze, barely able to stand up on her own as she wavered on her feet. Taking a deep breath, the Atomic Blonde star approached her co-star. “Y'know, I had some level of respect for you Sofia darling, but you got a little too fucking uppity for your own good.” She capped this statement off by burying her fist in the woozy woman's midsection, doubling the brunette up, Sofia's arms involuntarily wrapping around her middle.
The fight had come out of the blue for Charlize, but Sofia had been seething for awhile ever since the casting, and then shooting the movie had only made her hatred of the blonde starlet more severe. She had been in blockbuster films, yet Charlize had always talked down to her, treating her lesser, like a child. So Sofia had exploded, a shouting match had turned ugly. Very ugly for Sofia it turned out. She had been hoping she might come out with some respect, instead she was currently struggling for air, left in only her black bra and panties.
Charlize sneered at her, cupping the woman's chin so she'd look upwards, “You've got promise, but don't ever think you can stand up to me again?” She lowered her hand before cupping the brunette's chin again making her do something of a nod. “Good.” she said before slamming a knee up into that already aching belly. That was followed by a crack to her jaw to straighten the Frenchwoman up. Charlize grinned, still fully clothed, after all she was an action star and wasn't going to let some dainty french girl take anything from her. “Better luck next time.” With that she slammed a combo of punches to the girl's cheeks snapping her head from side to side, before snapping an uppercut into the unsteady girl's chin lifting her up off her feet, and leaving her to land spread eagle on the floor. Her eyes were still half open, but obviously saw nothing. Her chest rose and fell slowly.
Striding over, Charlize spared her one last look, “Better luck next time.” Walking towards the door, she called back, “Who knows, maybe they'll make an Atomic Brunette, un-fucking-likely though.” Head held high she made her way out of the room.
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A quick Bing search of Scarlett Johansson has that picture listed as one of her's.
Bing search is the slow kid in math class of search engines.
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Becky G vs. Camila Cabello
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Becky G pressed all her weight down on her left knee holding her squirming opponent down on her stomach. Camila, previously stripped of both her black long sleeve top and matching skin-tight pants, was in pure panic mode trying to do anything to escape this precarious position. Exposed and held down against her will, her feeble attempts at bucking off the planted Becky just added more embarrassment for the overwhelmed Fifth Harmony diva. Camila was certainly scrappy with a good amount of sass, but it became clear that Becky had the brute force necessary and then some to finish her victim off in dominance. She had controlled much of the action between the two pint-sized Latina singers which gave her plenty of freedom how she wanted to end things off, and she ultimately decided on one of the more painful and bendy finishing moves she could think of.
Camila tried squirming all she could as she felt Becky's unyielding knee dig deeper into her bare back. She was not only exhausted but humiliated from being stripped of her outfit and having the world see her so vulnerable. It was unfortunately about to get even worse for her. Reaching down to grab one of her legs, Becky yanked the bare limb all the way up and bent it back behind her neck locking in a sensational stretch muffler hold. Camila's body was stretched and contorted in just her minuscule black lace underwear; her one leg grotesquely folded backward as she almost immediately began shrieking in pain and slapping the mat in a state of frantic surrender not only in an incredible amount of agony from the leg yanking and her back being folded like an accordion but also mortified at the fact that her wide open crotch was being flashed to an arena full of people. Feeling devilish, Becky not only kept the hold locked in but actually increased the intensity twisting Camila's leg and thereby contorted her back even more almost to the point where Cabello's own foot was practically touching the back of her head.
Becky leaned in to her now openly weeping prey and commanded: "Say who owns you, bitch! Say the name of the girl who just wiped your ass around this ring!" Camila screamed her name over and over as loud as she could doing anything she needed to just get out of this torture and get out of this nightmare as soon as possible. Becky kept demanding "LOUDER" until poor Camila, her body broken and her face submerged in a pool of tears, blacked out ending Becky's cruel fun a little earlier than anticipated but still the message she wanted to convey was crystal clear. Becky crudely shoved Camila's mangled and mostly bare body down to the mat with a thud before getting up to her feet and placing a foot on one of her sticking up buttcheeks for the symbolic victory pose.
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Aww poor Camila losing to that nasty slut Becky.
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Exccellent story, Writerette! Thanks.
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Thanks, love! I'm thinking of doing a larger story in a few days, in its own thread - almost like a series. I'm thinking Ariel Winter as the protagonist, as she's one of my go-to gals for story writing, with some other starlets posing as adversaries (Dakota Blue Richards, J. Law, Abigail Breslin, etc come to mind. Maybe even Johansson, Upton, McKinney eventually...).
It'll either be titfight based or just standard wrestling/fighting, kind of like Nicole S's story a while back with Michelle Trachtenberg as the star. All I need now are some ideas and time...
Instead of Winter, how about one where Daddario decides to work her way back to a rematch with Upton by trying to go through some of the famous, but older, chests in Hollywood like Hendricks and Vergara?
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I say go for wrestling, a creative writer like yourself will have a lot more to work with to make the fight entertaining
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Hunter King stalked about the boxing ring like a hungry predator waiting to move in for the kill. She could hear the fervent cheers of an audience ringing out loudly and unrestrained in her mind, even though no such adulation was physically audible to her ears. The young blonde knew that it had to be there, even if she couldn’t hear it; and even though she and her opponent were the only ones present in the room, there were plenty of people who could see her now in all of her glory. Such was the beauty of a livestream: with enough cameras set up to cover every angle of the ring, the entire fight had been captured in all its exquisite detail.
Hunter looked radiant in black trunks with pink trim, paired with a bright red set of gloves. She was covered in sweat, her chest heaved with labored breaths, and her face bore the marks of an intense battle, but none of these detracted from her beauty. After all, she was the one who was still standing in the end, while her opponent was the one currently lying face down and insensate on the canvas. However, even Hunter had to admit that the road to getting here had been far more arduous than she would initially have expected.
Who the heck was Amber Coney?
A big, bosomy brunette nobody, that’s who. This should have been just a simple tune-up match for Hunter, and Amber was supposed to have come into this fight to be little more than the blonde’s personal punching bag. But there was one thing about Amber that they’d neglected to mention to Hunter; something that even she had failed to notice when she first caught sight of the brunette stepping into the ring in her red trunks with white trim and red gloves. It was a solitary but important fact that became readily apparent when the two girls start trading leather:
Amber was built like a tank, and she could hit like one too.
The brunette fought her heart out and made the blonde pay for every inch of the ring that they had contested. She’d taken Hunter’s best punches and bounced back from punishment that would have ended most other girls’ nights. She got her fair share of licks in too, and the blonde would remember every trip to the canvas she’d taken this fight. Dominance had seesawed back and forth between them, but in the end Hunter had surpassed her limits while Amber had succumbed to hers.
Hunter watched and waited as Amber slowly started to come around. In a regulation bout, the brunette would have long since been counted out, but not so tonight. She was being given ample opportunity to try and push herself up off of the canvas, but the strength just wasn’t there. Hunter now stepped in to intervene, and she reached down to help tug the other girl up the rest of the way to her feet. Amber struggled weakly as she tried to resist the blonde’s clinched embrace; Hunter could hear the brunette’s drowsy moans and feel the other girl’s hulking rack press into her own. Such a picturesque scene was not meant to last – Hunter proceeded to push her opponent towards the nearest corner, marching her on unsteady legs until Amber’s back was pressed up against the turnbuckle. The blonde peeled the brunette’s limp arms away and hooked them over the top rope, leaving the other girl hanging like a marionette on display.
It was just Amber all alone in the ring with Hunter. Nobody was present to intervene on her behalf or stop the blonde from taking what she wanted. No one there to save her from what was about to come.
Left jab to right tit. Again. And again. Hunter’s punches darted out swiftly and landed with precision as they found the brunette’s nipples like a bullseye. The jabs brought Amber out of her stupor as she cringed in pain, but this was mere table setting for what was to come. Turning on her hips, Hunter now lashed out with a right cross that plowed into the brunette’s left breast with brute force. Hunter loved the way Amber’s breast felt as she flattened it with her gloved fist; the way that it sloshed against the brunette’s ribcage was equally intoxicating. Most invigorating of all was the sound of Amber’s voice as she screamed to the high heavens.
Hearing the anguished cry set Hunter off. Already standing toe to toe with the other girl, she unleashed with a furious torrent of punches. Violent hooks pounded offending rack like an unending drumbeat, one that was quickly accompanied by a continuous stream of loud shrieks and tortured wails. Amber’s eyes brimmed with tears as she stared pitifully at her tormentress, but there was no mercy to be found in the hardened gaze that Hunter returned – if anything, the brunette’s distress merely encouraged the blonde to pour it on that much more.
An uppercut plowed into the underside of Amber’s left breast, sending a jolt through her body. A new tone began to seep into her vocalizations as more such punches pumped into her chest: the brunette was sobbing with quit. Hunter had learned the hard way that Amber’s tough tits could take a beating, but even they could endure only so much unopposed punishment. The blonde coaxed what remaining strength she had left into her arms as she continued to punch, working her hardest to leave the brunette’s rack in ruins.
In the end, it was all too much. The unending rain of blows brought Amber to her pain threshold and pushed her to the brink of unconsciousness. Her body relaxed and started to slide down the turnbuckle as her voice grew quiet; her head slumped forward lifelessly while her mouthpiece slipped from her teeth and dribbled down to her feet. Hunter’s juglust was at last sated as she watched her opponent start to go out, and after taking one final swipe at the other girl’s tits, she stopped to survey the wreckage. The blonde had made her point emphatically, and it was doubtful that anyone would have been left unsatisfied by this outcome. However, a cruel smile soon crossed her lips as hit upon the perfect way to cap things off.
Hunter stepped in and hugged Amber tightly – she purred momentarily as she felt her bare breasts press against the brunette’s ransacked pair, but the pause was brief as she pulled her insensate foe off of the ropes and started walking her back to midring. Amber was a shambling wreck and tottered unsteadily as she was compelled to follow – a stiff breeze could likely have put her down at this point. As they arrived at their destination, Hunter spat out her own mouthguard and leaned in to give her opponent a kiss on the lips. There was no affection involved in this – just a last bit of fanservice for the stream and disrespectful reminder for Amber that there was nothing the blonde couldn’t take if she wanted.
The lip lock lasted for several precious seconds until Hunter shoved Amber away and let loose with a furious right cross to the other girl’s chin. The coup de grace landed with a violent head-swivel and felled the brunette for the final time, leaving her starfished at the blonde’s feet.
Standing tall and proud over her defeated adversary, Hunter lofted her arms high in the air for all to see. The fight had truly been one of the most brutal of her career thus far, but the payoff had been spectacular in the end. With it, she was sending a resounding message to anyone that would dare to face her or stand in her way.
Amber was the medium for that message.
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Flashback 1970: Valerie Leon vs Helen Mirren
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The strawberry blonde gasped and grunted, the first gleam of fear growing in her eyes, as her opponent squeezed her from behind in a reverse bearhug. Valerie's steely arms tightened around Helen's torso, pushing up her 38's until they were ready to pop free of her halter, as the brunette grinned and hissed into her rival's ear, "I'm going to crush the stuffing out of you, you over-developed tart!" If there was a twinge of jealousy in her words, perhaps it was because she wasn't used to having her own 34's upstaged.
The two young actresses had been savagely battling one another for nearly a full twenty minutes until, at last, the brunette had managed to take command of the fight, and was intent on destroying her blonde rival. Mirren realized she had to do something to save herself, and quickly, because she couldn't withstand Leon's boa-like bearhug much longer. In desperation, she raised her right leg, and then blindly thrust it down; as she had hoped, her heel slammed down painfully on Valerie's bare toes, causing the brunette to shriek. And while she didn't release her hold, she inadvertently loosened her grasp enough for Helen to throw an elbow back, sharply jabbing her adversary in the face. That did the trick, and Valerie let her victim loose and stumbled backward, momentarily stunned.
Whirling about, even as she panted for breath, Mirren throw her foot up, kicking the startled Valerie in the belly, doubling her over with a loud gasp. Knowing she had just enough petrol in the tank for one last all-or-nothing move, the blonde reached one hand down between Leon's thighs, the other around her shoulder, dipped her knees, and with an Amazonian roar, she lifted the black-haired beauty up into the air, only to send her crashing back down to the floor a moment later with a crude...yet effective...bodyslam. The impact winded Valerie and her eyes glazed over as she struggled to regain her wits.
But Helen wasn't about to grant her that luxury. Instead she threw herself down upon her rival...or, more precisely, let gravity drop her trembling body down on Valerie...and pinned her arms to the carpet while using her feet to spread the brunette's legs, pressing her down. Mirren now allowed herself a grin of her own as she rasped, "I'll show you what overdeveloped is, you harpy!" She then dropped her twin lasses down upon Valerie's face, the sweat of both beauties forming an airtight seal as their skin pressed together. Leon squirmed in desperation beneath her tormentor, but she was too spent to throw her off, and it wasn't long at all before her movements grew sluggish...and then she ceased moving altogether, indicating she had passed out.
Having expended her last dregs of power, Helen wanted nothing more than to roll off of her beaten opponent and pass out herself. But she knew the small audience gathered in this stately country manor house, comprised of some of Britain's most elite gentlemen, expected a proper finish. Thus, she forced herself to sit up on the now slumbering Valerie's belly and, beaming a contiumelious smile, she seductively ran her hands through her hair, blew the brunette a taunting kiss, and then gave a laugh of triumph, claiming her win with a victory pose over the loser.
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Sarah Hyland vs Hayley Orrantia
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"You seriously thought you had a chance against me? You're that stupid?"
The words dripped with contempt as they left Sarah's lips, accompanied by the sound of Hayley's whines, courtesy of having her left arm cruelly twisted, driving the brunette to her knees. What had promised to be an exciting match between the two ABC network starlets had, from the opening moments, turned into a complete rout, as Hyland utterly dominated her opponent. Orrantia had been groomed by her backers as the Next Big Thing in celebrity catfights, and that was all the incentive Sarah needed to break the bitch into tiny pieces, and show everyone that the Big Thing is already here...and it's Sarah Hyland.
To add to her victim's discomfort, Hyland lifts her right foot and presses it to the back of Orranatia's skulll, and then shoves her head down hard into the floor, allowing her to grind the poor girl's face into the carpet. In pain and being humiliated, Hayley bursts into tears and whimpers, "Please...stop...!" But she finds no mercy from her tormentor.
Now, the blonde decides to finally end this farce. Sitting on her adversary's back, she rolls the two of them over, allowing Hyland to wrap her legs around Hayley's waist, locking her ankles for a scissors. Simultaneously she uses her hands to pinch the brunette's nose closed and cover her mouth, smothering her. Orranatia's watery eyes widen in panic as her breath is cut off, her hands frantically clutching at her foe's wrists, but in futility. Swiftly, the brunette is driven into a stupor, her glazed eyes fluttering shut. And then, she was unconscious.
With a grunt of scorn, Hyland releases her beaten rival and climbs to her feet. Planting a foot atop Hayley's heaving chest and raising her arms in a victory to pose, the tiny tyrant snarls to the onlookers, "Someone had better find me a better challenge next time!"
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Maia Mitchell vs. Daisy Ridley
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Maia couldn't see the damage being done, but she could definitely feel it. And it really fucking hurt. Trapped balancing atop her upper body face down, Mitchell's slender legs were all knotted up and yanked backwards. They were intertwined around her ruthless opponent's own shapely stem, a maniacally smiling Daisy Ridley, and all Maia could do was lightly rock back and forth unsuccessful in her feeble attempts to un-twist her legs and buck the Star Wars heroine off her. Daisy wasn't budging but instead increasing the brutal angle of Mitchell's legs folding backwards; many in attendance swore they could hear Maia's spine cracking throughout the arena. Ridley had pulled off an immaculate sharpshooter submission hold that would make Bret "The Hitman" Hart jealous.
Much to her unfortunate victim's horror, Daisy kept leaning back even after she was seated atop Mitchell's devastatingly bent back. Maia couldn't take it anymore. She frantically tapped the mat in surrender as tears began trickling down her face, but Daisy kept both the hold in tact and the gleeful expression on her face. This match hadn't been much of a challenger for her honestly. She let Maia hang around just to see what she had to offer, but Ridley realized quickly that, compared to her combat skills at least, it was glaringly clear that Mitchell just didn't stack up. Now Maia was indeed stacked up but in a much worse light; her body almost completely folded in half backwards with her legs all sorts of contorted around each other. Adding insult to injury, Ridley began almost comically bouncing her behind up and down driving Mitchell's now pleading face to the canvas over and over again. Her far superior strength let her swiftly rise her knees up and down now not only dominating Maia but straight-up embarrassing her in the process. The crowd even began to count along with each butt-driven faceplant to the mat while it looked like poor Maia's body was about to snap in two at any second.
Perhaps thankfully for her own benefit, Maia could only suffer so much of this cruel and demeaning fate before she mercifully blacked out from the throbbing pain to her head, back and legs. Daisy felt her toy for the evening go limp and casually released the hold; gracefully rising her knees up and unwrapping Maia's legs and tossing them down to the mat with a thud. Still feeling even a little more devilish, Ridley bent down gripping Maia's dress and tugging it up and over her body until it was completely stripped off leaving the loser face down still passed out in just a black lace bra and a matching thong. Flipping her prone body over so everyone could get a good luck at her latest display of destruction, Daisy officially ended the ceremonies by placing a foot on Maia's zonked out face posing triumphantly for the cameras. Yet another fellow young starlet lay defeated at the hands of Ms. Ridley and for the unfortunate Mitchell it was night she'd very much like to forget.
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HWA: Blonde Ambition (Olivia Holt & Dove Cameron) vs the Scarlet Sirens (Madelaine Petsch & Bella Thorne)
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The hold...if "hold" it could be truly called...is 'Hit the High Notes'. But irregardless of it's lack of technical polish, it nevertheless is one of the more effective finishers in the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance. And tonight's application has the distinction of being a duet, as both Dove and Olivia find themselves in dire straits.
Its application is as simple as it is ruthless: Both Bella and Madelaine stand behind their opponents, pulling the left arm of each blonde up behind her back in a hammerlock. With their free hands, the redheads then grab the bottom of their adversary's one-piece wrestling togs, and proceed to give them wedgies from hell. Holt and Cameron yelp in pain and rise up on tip toes in a futile effort to find some scant relief from the pain. Thorne and Petsch continue yanking the material ever-higher, the fabric pulled deep up between the cheeks of the blonde's butts, and then even cutting up into their womenhood. With every passing second, the squeals of the embattled blondes go up in pitch, until finally when the referee asks them if they're ready to submit, their affirmative responses are so high pitched, they're almost audible only to dogs!
The official calls for the bell, and the Scarlet Sirens release their holds. Sobbing, Dove and Olivia gingerly work to extract the fabric from their lower regions without causing further pain, but their efforts are suddenly halted as Petsch and Thorne place hands on their shoulders to whirl them around; the redheads then throw simultaneous kicks to the bellies of their beaten rivals, doubling them over with loud whooshes of air. A heartbeat later, Dove and Olivia are brought down and laid low in semi-unconsciousness by matching DDTs. This is all completely unnecessary, of course...the redheads have already won the match. But they also prefer to see their opponents carried out on stretchers.
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Great one Jack! Olivia and Dove should probably be used to being carried out on stretchers by now ;D
Here's another quickie!
Emily Browning vs. Ashley Rickards
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Talk shows are normally meant for nothing more than gossip fonder for stay-at-home soccer moms and retirement homes. The most anybody looking for a confrontation will get is maybe a couple of catty remarks and the occasional bitchy side-glance. What was transpiring this morning wasn't any of that subtle, passive-agressive pettiness. A full out catfight broke out between two very contrasting types of girls. There was no question that Ashley had been in a sour mood right from the start as she repeatedly sniped snarky remarks at the quiet and almost strangely meditative Browning throughout the normal boring interview routine. But as Emily has displayed in the past, behind her calm and seemingly-passive exterior there is a ruthless apex predator hidden underneath. Like a beautiful vibrantly-colored flower that shoots out venom if you get too close and trigger it.
Apparently Ashley never got the memo. And by the time she did, it was far too late. Her skintight yellow jeans had been literally ripped to shreds clean off her body and after being tossed around the set like a ragdoll she lay across Emily's lap getting her bare milky-white ass tanned the same shade as her solid red shirt. Everyone, from the studio audience to the camera crew and even the hosts themselves, gazed in shock and awe at what they were witnessing. Ashley was getting spanked like a bad child as Emily casually requested for the scheduled interview to continue, but as you can imagine everyone was somewhat distracted by the scene unfolding before them. "You dumb talentless bimbos..." Emily began calmly ridiculing both Ashley and every other loudmouth who thought she was a pushover. "You all yap on and on and then once it's time to put your money where your mouth is, you come up dead broke." Browning quipped which elicited a decent laugh from the still stunned audience. Even Emily's wisecracks were dry and unassuming. She had reduced Ashley into a kicking, screaming and slobbering mess. The tiny clip-on microphone was still attached to Ashley's shirt collar broadcasting her shrieks and squeals in high definition surround sound making it even more mortifying. But Ashley couldn't even begin to fully realize how humiliating this was. Forget about going on another talk show anytime soon after this, she wasn't going to able to even sit down again for a while!
Once it was clear that the cast and crew had no idea where to go with this next and Rickards had been completely dismantled, Emily took it upon herself to end the proceedings. "Alright sweetie, I think we're all tired of hearing that loud trap of yours." Browning said as much to Ashley's horror, she nabbed the microphone piece from her shirt, spread Rickards' burning red asscheeks and actually shoved the tiny appliance right up Ashley's uptight asshole causing the poor violated girl to squeal like a pig. "I think this princess likes some rear entry action" Emily further joked before she rose to her feet, bent over the totally disoriented Ashley and locked both her arms behind her back in a chickenwing hold; her beet red, handprint-clad ass sticking out at the audience. It initially appeared as though Emily was setting up for a basic pedigree until she effortlessly yanked Ashley''s body high in the air upside down. The tears cascading down Rickards face began going down her forehead onto the carpeting below while her wide open crotch was pointing right up at the studio lights. Emily paraded up and down the stage giving every section of the crowd a great look at her catch of the day. That is until she suddenly twirled Ashley thru the air and flung her facedown right onto the central coffee table! Ashley was driven completely through the table which broke into two pieces as legs snapped off and went sliding across the stage.
Everyone stared with wide eyes and their mouths agape except for Emily still completely unfazed by the scorched-earth level of destruction she just unleashed. Rickard lay unmoving over the rubble with her punished booty sticking up. "I'll pay for a new table. That old one had mug stains on it anyway. And as for that microphone, I doubt anybody would want to wear that now anyway after where it's been" Browning flatly stated as she walked off the set like nothing even happened. She actually stepped and walked over Ashley's flattened body on her way off stage while everyone in attendance remained frozen still; baffled at what they just witnessed.
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Someone do one with Natalie Alyn Lind. She's been on The Goldbergs and Gotham in recent years and is one of the leads on The Gifted. Just turned 18 in June. Major booty with nice tits too.
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Someone do one with Natalie Alyn Lind. She's been on The Goldbergs and Gotham in recent years and is one of the leads on The Gifted. Just turned 18 in June. Major booty with nice tits too.
She's actually on my short list of new girls to work with. Any ideas who she should face in her inaugural match?
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Someone do one with Natalie Alyn Lind. She's been on The Goldbergs and Gotham in recent years and is one of the leads on The Gifted. Just turned 18 in June. Major booty with nice tits too.
She's actually on my short list of new girls to work with. Any ideas who she should face in her inaugural match?
Maybe another young starlet new to the game. Maybe Amy Acker setting the pecking order on the show. I don't know, but she looks built for it.
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Someone do one with Natalie Alyn Lind. She's been on The Goldbergs and Gotham in recent years and is one of the leads on The Gifted. Just turned 18 in June. Major booty with nice tits too.
She's actually on my short list of new girls to work with. Any ideas who she should face in her inaugural match?
Maybe Sarah Hyland, Sammi Hanratty or Hayley Orrantia, like a rivalry in the backstage of the Goldbergs
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Someone do one with Natalie Alyn Lind. She's been on The Goldbergs and Gotham in recent years and is one of the leads on The Gifted. Just turned 18 in June. Major booty with nice tits too.
She's actually on my short list of new girls to work with. Any ideas who she should face in her inaugural match?
Camren Bicondova. They were on Gotham together
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Debutante Debut: Carmen Bicondova vs Natalie Alyn Lind
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The inaugural of any newcomer to the elite celeb catfighting league is a noteworthy occasion, but when two young starlets make their debuts against one another, it's an event that draws the keen interest of many. Alas, only two dozen spectators are granted the privilege of seeing the struggle, and all others must content themselves with verbal reminisces from the lucky few who witnessed it.
And the onlookers this night were lucky one indeed, as Carmen and Natalie most assuredly did not disappoint. Although both are still raw and a bit awkward at times, the months each spent training for this night beforehand were clearly evident. Equally obvious was the fact that these two rookies both had the promise of going on to become major players in the league.
The two 18 year olds tore into each other in the opening moments of the fight, and the pace never slackened, even as they now staved off exhaustion, their bodies glistening with sweat, their lungs burning for air, their limbs leaden. Groggily, they stood facing one another on unsteady legs, trading sloppily-thrown slaps to the face, their eyes growling glazed as each blow cracked across their cheek. Suddenly, Carmen pulled her right arm back in order to unleash the most powerful blow she could muster, one sure to send her blonde rival crashing to the mansion's carpeted floor...or at least it would have, if some nascent battle instinct deep withing Natalie hadn't commanded her to duck at the last possible moment.
Denied her target, Bicondova gasped as she swung around a full 180°, and now had her back to the blonde. Lind moved with all of the speed she could muster, slipping her arms under those of her rival, and bringing her hands up so that they cold clamp vicious claw holds on the brunette's modest breasts. Carmen shrieked in pain as Natalie's fingers squeezed the 32AA targets; the blonde's own 32C's gave her taunting rights, and she smirked as she purred into her opponent's ear, "You need to give these little mole hills some attention if you ever want them to grow up. Now repeat after me...we must, we must, we must increase the bust!" She punctuated her little sing-song derision by giving the bosoms a series of sharp twists, eliciting howls of anguish from her victim.
Indeed, the pain seemed to sap the last of Carmen's strength, and her knees buckled, sending her crumpling to the floor. Now a sinister smile grew upon Natalie's deceptively angelic face. She had long known precisely how she intended to end this match, and what her signature finisher would be. And at last, the circumstances seemed opportune to execute her plan.
Sitting atop the brunette's chest, Lind slowly, seductively moved herself backward, her hips swaying almost hypnotically, until at last her stunning rear end settled firmly down upon Bicondova's face. The sudden suffocation seemed to snap her out of her stupor and her lithe body began to thrash, while her panicky cries were muffled beneath the derriere of her adversary. But she lacked the power to throw her tormentor off, and all too quickly, the brunette was driven into semi-unconsciousness.
The spectators were mesmerized by the sight of the young blonde devastating her rival so humiliatingly, and at that moment, each and every onlooker was Natalie's to command. Her legend thus established, she climbed off of her slumber foe. She then proceeded to strip Carmen of her bikini. Standing up, she tossed the bra to a spectator who eagerly snatched it out of the air, but she held onto the panties. "These are for my trophy room...the first of many, I assure you," she said with a wink and a smile, as the room erupted in applause.
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Great job with these two newcomers. Would love to see them both be jobbers for a whole. Really love Carmens look.
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FLASHBACK 1997: Neve Campbell vs Alyson Hannlgan
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"Challenge accepted" Neve had purred in her pre-match interview, replying to Alyson's boast that her abs were the best in the HWA, and virtually indestructible. The redhead's fabled 'Cast Iron Tummy' had withstood all comers before, and she was confident that Campbell would fare no better. But the brunette had other ideas.
Indeed, Neve's whose battle strategy seemed to focus squarely on her opponent's stomach. Aly practically welcomed this at first, happy to let her rival wear herself out in a fruitless pursuit. But what Hannlgan hadn't considered was the previous attackers tended to go after her belly only as part of an overall offensive. Never before had her abdominals had to endure such a ceaseless assault. Much to Alyson's shock and chagrin, she soon found herself winded and in pain, her belly muscles aching from the pounding they were suffering. But by this time, she had lost the opportunity of taking control of the fight, and Campbell was in full command.
Things looked bleak for the redhead as she was limply hung upside down in the corner in a Tree of Woe, and the brunette relentlessly stomped away at her belly. Finally tiring of this, Neve peeled her mewling rival out of the ropes and wrapped her arms around Aly's waist, hoisting her up and sitting Hanxxxxn atop the turnbuckle. Campbell them climbed the ropes and wrapped an arm around her opponent's neck, while her other hand filled itself with the fabric of the redhead's ring togs. Did the dazed beauty realize her arrogance had led to this predicament? If not, Campbell made it crystal clear to her when she sneered, "Pride comes before the fall, sweetheart." Neve then executed a ring-shaking suplex, flipping Alyson from her perch and sending her crashing to the center of the canvas with spine-jangling impact.
Alyson lay spreadheadled on the mat, glazed eyes staring up at the arena lights. The roar from the crowd grew deafening as Neve jumped back up to her feet and again scaled the turnbuckle. She stood proudly upon the top ropes, then threw herself out into the air, sailing like an angel of destruction, until she landed with a bodysplash upon her victim, the brunette's taut tummy smashing down on the battered belly of Hannlgan with devastating force.
A simple pin would have ended the match then and there, but Campbell wanted more; namely, a submission. Getting to her knees, she sunk the fingers of her right hand into Aly's quivering abs, agonizingly kneading them with a clawhold. The redhead burst into tears, and before the ref could even finishing asking if she wanted to submit, she was shrieking, "YES! I GIVE UP!" Her left hand tapped furiously at the mat, while Campbell cruelly kept her claw locked on for several more moments. She then released the hold and stood up, placing a boot derisively on her sobbing rival's devastated belly as the referee raised her arm in triumph, and the myth of Alyson's fabled abs was shattered forever.
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Kira Kosarin vs. Paris Berelc
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Paris could only squirm and weakly flail her arms at her opponent's sides. Her face was suffocating underneath Kira's impressively plump buttocks. It had been a match between two young, rookie starlets trying to start their catfighting careers off with a win under their preverbal belts and as such it was clear that both girls were still trying to find their footing in the ring both figuratively and literally. It had been somewhat of a sloppy and haphazard match with both hotties having their brief moments of momentum but with both also missing a lot of opportunities and not landing some moves with total effectiveness. To be honest, Kira herself wasn't even sure how she ended up seated atop Berelc's face, but she wasn't going to complain. Granted, the facesit wasn't the most technically impressive way to finish a girl off. While not the most dignified finishing move, it was highly effective on the unfortunate Berelc. Paris had some moxie and her long legs were a valuable asset, but her slightly thinner frame and younger age gave her a disadvantage as the action progressed leading up to this moment.
The lack of oxygen gradually got to her as her slaps began weakening. Kira felt her perch about to pass out and spontaneously decided to rise her butt up releasing the facesit. Paris was still conscious but barely. Kira didn't want to win her first match via a facesit. She wanted to leave a better lasting image of herself as a wrestler; although it was good to know that she her ass was full enough to pull off a facesit successfully. Confident that Paris was weak enough to not pose much of a threat anymore, Kira scooped her up with some effort and after getting her placement right, lifted and flipped Berelc up only to bring her crashing back down for a Tilt A Whirl Slam. It wasn't the cleanest attempt at the move, Kira landed a little awkwardly that actually seemed to twist her ankle a little bit, but it at least definitely did Paris in for good. She was still ultra groggy from the facesit and now her neck and back throbbed in pain on the mat. Kira reached over and hooked one of Paris' long legs high in the air for the successful pinfall victory. While in somewhat clumsy fashion, Kira nevertheless earned her deserved first victory. She raised her arms up in the air soaking in the applause, limping a little on the ankle she twisted which wasn't too much of a hindrance, while all Paris could do was remain groaning and moaning on the mat trying to massage her body while still catching her breath from being submerged under Kira's booty. Surely this will not be the last time these two green newcomers square off.
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Thanks for introducing these two lovelies to the pantheon, Xtra! I hope we see them both again soon. :)
Kira Kosarin vs. Paris Berelc
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Loving all these contributions, guys! Y'all are so talented. :3 I'm working on my next story currently, myself. It's so hard getting time to write, but I also don't wanna half-ass anything.
Alsoooooo, Jack, it's been a while since we've had a theme day... Hint, hint. ;)
And it will most certainly be worth the wait. :)
As for a theme, let me mull it....
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Loving all these contributions, guys! Y'all are so talented. :3 I'm working on my next story currently, myself. It's so hard getting time to write, but I also don't wanna half-ass anything.
Alsoooooo, Jack, it's been a while since we've had a theme day... Hint, hint. ;)
And it will most certainly be worth the wait. :)
As for a theme, let me mull it....
Might I suggest the theme Upstarts? Women who are 18-20 or 18-21 and are entering the catfight scene or are making strides in the catfight scene.
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Might I suggest the theme Upstarts? Women who are 18-20 or 18-21 and are entering the catfight scene or are making strides in the catfight scene.
My friend, I think that will most definitely be the theme to follow this next one. Excellent suggestion. :D
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Our new theme is simplicity itself. Perhaps the most appealing of feminine contests...
Have at it, friends. ;D
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Brittany Snow vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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"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
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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.
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Oh, come now! You mean to tell me that nobody can find enough inspiration in this weekend's match theme to write something?!?
(If you haven't seen what the theme is, go back to the bottom of page 108 ;) )
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gal gadot vs Emma Stone in a pro wrestling submission match will be great
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gal gadot vs Emma Stone in a pro wrestling submission match will be great
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Win or Lose Scarlett Johannson is always nice to see in action!
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Marilyn Monroe vs. Jane Russell:
Marilyn was totally fed up with her co-star in the movie "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes". Jane Russell had been nothing but catty and sarcastic from the first day of shooting. Finally everything exploded while they were both in identical red dresses for a scene. Jane had taken one look at Marilyn, looked down proudly at her bigger chest and with a wicked grin told the camera crew "Well, I guess we can all see who filled out this gown correctly! And it ain't little Blondie!"
Marilyn just snapped. She charged the still smiling Jane, grabbed her by the hair and both fighters started staggering around the room, crashing into tables and chairs. Jane was soon pulling hair too and both women were screaming at the top of their lungs.
But Marilyn had fought her way up through the ranks and she let go of the brunette's thick hair and used her fists instead. A few good haymakers to Jane's belly had her grunting in pain and then a sizzling uppercut left the bigger woman wobbling on rubbery legs.
"Just remember this, cow tits - gentlemen prefer blondes cause they're the best fighters!" With that Marilyn walloped the fading Jane with a pulverizing right and the co-star crashed to the floor, out like a light. It would take lots of makeup to hide the black eye for the rest of the movie but Jane Russell never messed with Monroe or any other blonde ever again.
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Love it! Thank you Sandman13!
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90's Mud Match: Pamela Anderson vs. Tiffani Thiessen
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It has been a wild night so far in The Princess Palace, the popular new strip club and exotic pro-wrestling venue. This evening's first match already has the crowd out of their seats and roaring at the action in the ring. Tonight's first match features two hotties straight out of the 90's.
First, we have the busty blonde, Pamela Anderson circa 1992. (25 years old) The audience exploded with cheers when Pamela strutting to the ring wearing the classic red baywatch lifegaurd swimsuit.
Her opponent, also from 1992, is 18 year old Tiffani Thiessen. While not as big as the blonde's, Tiffani's ring entrance was still greeted with a lot of fanfare as the teen sauntered to the ring in a black string bikini with a pink floral print on it.
In keeping with the early 90's theme, both beauties have been battling it out in a classic mud wrestling match. It's been a grueling back and forth battle, mud splashing into the crowd, with no woman getting the upper hand for long until now.
Pamela lay in the mud, gasping for breath and holding her back in pain, after a devastating powerslam by the teen. Tiffani is standing over her fallen opponent, her now naked and mud covered breasts heaving. She bends down to grab a fistfull of muddy, blonde locks and slowly drags the older woman to her feet. Tiffani yanks back hard on the blonde's hair, tilting her head back so she can look into her mud-covered face.
"You don't know how long I've waited for the chance to kick your bleached blonde bimbo ass. I'm going to totally humilated and punish you in front of all these people, have fun whore!"
Before the "Please no, don't!", even passed half-way out of the blonde's mouth, Tiffani whips her into the ropes. She hits the muddy ropes and is flung full force back towards her teen aggressor. Tiffani slams Pamela hard across the throat with her forearm, stopping her upper body's forward momentum and again driving her onto her back in the wet mud. The Baywatch beauty writhes in the mud, holding her throat, gasping and coughing for air.
(I was inspired for this next part from a story by Anthony89. https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=67151.msg498916#msg498916)
Tiffani struts around her opponent, basking in the crowd's adoration. She grabs her muddy bikini top from one of the ring ropes preparing to go backstage and clean up. Just as she begins to step through the ropes, she glances at Pamela still writhing in the mud in pain, then at the bikini top in her hand. The brunette teen grins wickedly.
She steps back into the mud and shouts to the crowd, "You wanna see me punish her one more time?"
At the approving roar of the audience, Tiffani kneels next to Pamela and prepares execute her final act of domination on the blonde. She rolls Pamela onto her stomach then wraps her bikini top around the older woman's throat, being sure to secure the ends tightly in her right hand. Then, she grabs one of Pamela's mud-covered ankles.
After a deep breath, the teen pulls hard on both the strap of cloth and her opponent's ankle, trying with all her might to make the two meet in the middle of Pamela's back. The Baywatch starlet cries out before being choked by her opponent's bikini top. Her body shudders with the racking sobs escaping her throat.
Within moments, the pain in her spine is too much for her. The hand not grasping at the cloth around her neck begins to frantically slap in the mud. That and her barely audible cries of, "I quit!", signal her complete and total submission to the teen.
Tiffani releases the slim ankle and shoves Pamela's face into the mud. Taking her top from the woman's throat, she exits the mud pit and saunters her tight, mud-covered ass backstage.
Look forward to more fights and events from The Princess Palace.
I do have something "special" (that's code for weird) planned for Friday the 13th. I'll give you a hint, it involves Nerf style foam "blades", vanilla frosting with red food coloring and strawberry jam.
Have a good one, and thanks for reading. :)
Also, is there a place where I could upload photos and then use it's address for posting here? Thanks.
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Now that's what I'm talkin' about! :o
Much thanks, all. ;D
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Kate Upton VS Kat Dennings
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At long last, a magnificent confrontation between two of Hollywood's greatest pairs of...beauty marks! ;)
Bravo, dear Writerette!
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Flashback 2006: Kristen Bell vs. Mila Kunis
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Mila mounted her longtime rival plopping her tush down on Kristen's back; the disoriented blonde withering in pain face down on the canvas. Tensions between the two hotties had long been fierce although the rivalry itself proved to be quite one-sided. Mila had straight-up owned poor Kristen; to put it simply. And this match was no different as she again had Bell right where she wanted her.
Exhausted and embarrassed at being dominated yet again, Kristen could only squeal when she felt Mila sit down on her back, tug both her flailing arms behind her and use both her own arms to lock underneath Bell's jaw. Kunis repositioned herself getting comfy atop her victim before leaning way back taking the blonde's upper body with her off the mat and locking in a dynamite camel clutch submission hold. Mila wore a gleaming smile on her face as she yanked Bell's body backwards already feeling her tears cascading down her face. It was merely the same old story as Kristen pathetically began slapping the mat in surrender almost immediately giving her nemesis another victory over her, but Mila kept the hold locked in continuously bending Bell's neck and back to a grotesque degree. Bell's contorted body flopped around like a fish out of water until the pain was too much to bare knocking her out cold for good.
Feeling her yet again defeated plaything go limp, Mila casually released the hold allowing gravity to do the work of Kristen's zonked out face landing to the mat with a thud. Mila shifted herself off her body but remained kneeling down to grab Bell's black sweatpants by the waistband and tug them down and off the blonde's unmoving legs leaving her face down in just her skimpy pair of black bra and panties. "Better luck next time, princess" the victorious brunette Kunis quipped as she gave one of Bell's upturned perky asscheeks a smack making it comically jiggle in the air. Mila made her way backstage with Kristen's stripped pants in hand leaving Bell yet again face down in defeat.
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Abigail Breslin, Sabrina Carpenter & Chloe Moretz vs Ariel Winter, Bindi Irwin & Stella Hudgens
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The premise is simplicity itself: Each team of three girls would fight her opposite number in a different room of the sprawling mansion. When one fighter beat her opponent, she was free to go help her partners. Conceivably, one wrestler could find herself fighting two or even three opponents at once. However, the only way to ultimately win was for all three members of a team to defeat her opponent. Anything less than a sweep would result in a No Contest.
In one room, Stella was finishing off Chloe with a bodyscissors/rear naked choke combo, the blonde's glazed eyes fluttering shut as she's driven into semi-consciousness. Although panting hard and desperately wanting to take time to rest, Hudgens nonetheless staggers out of the room in search of her partners. Moving down the long hallway, she hears the sounds of struggle behind a door and she opens it up. There, she finds Ariel holding a struggling Abigail in a full nelson.
A smile comes across Winter's face as she sees her teammate enter. "You're done for now, bitch," she sneers into Breslin's ear as the smirking Stella approaches the blonde, drawing back her right fist in preparation for landing a haymaker to Abigail's pretty face. But as she draws near, Stella's face suddenly becomes a mask of pain, as Breslin unleashes a kick up between her thighs and straight into her groin. The brunette doubles over with a yowl of anguish, and is met now with a lightning fast kneelift to the face, which sends Hudgens sprawling onto her back, badly dazed.
Confused by this sudden turn of events, Ariel loosens her grasp, and that allows Breslin to suddenly flip her over the shoulder and onto the floor. The brunette lands with a thud, and before she can react, the blonde stomps her foot down onto her face, stunning her. But before Abigail can press her sudden advantage, she hears movement in the hallway. She quickly dashes to the open door and hides behind it, awaiting the third member of the rival team to enter.
Having left Sabrina mewling and motionless following a piledriver, Bindi was now in search of her compatriots. Spotting the open door she looks in and finds her partners lying in heaps on the floor, each moaning in pain. "Crikey!" the Aussie exclaims and she steps into the room in order to help her friends. She doesn't hear the blonde move up behind her, and is caught by surprise as Breslin wraps her arm around Irwin's neck and delivers her roughly to the floor with a bulldog.
Each still stunned but able at last to move, Sabrina and Chloe meet up in the hallway, then go looking for Abigail, hoping they can save her before the brunette trio demolish her. But to their utter shock and amazement, they enter the room to find Breslin stretching out their three semi-conscious rivals alongside one another on the floor. "You're just in time, ladies!" the blonde smilingly says, and her partners don't need any further invitation. Abigail and Chloe lay their lush bodies down upon those of their rivals, Ariel and Stella, pressing their bosoms down upon the sweat-soaked faces of the brunettes. Sabrina, more modestly endowed than her allies, opts for a facesit on Bindi. Thus suitably smothered, the hapless brunettes squirm feebly beneath their conquerors, until finally all three cease moving altogether, as they're driven into unconsciousness.
The match ombudsman thus declares the blondes victorious.
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Blondes vs Brunettes : Camren Bicondova vs Natalie Alyn Lind
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Revenge is sweet, they say, and it certainly felt sweet to Carmen as she constricted her legs around Natalie's neck in a figure four headlock! Natalie whimpered and gasped as she attempted to pull Camren's legs, the crowd of onlookers watching with hushed silence. Camren paid them no heed, and simply concentrated on Natalie's struggling face, a small smirk appearing on her face during such.
Ever since she lost her debut match against Natalie, she had heard whispers of people calling her a jobber. A pushover like Lily Collins! Well Camren couldn't let that happen, and she challenged Natalie to a rematch in the theme of the blondes vs brunette matchup! Natalie, with clear arrogance, accepted, believing the rumors herself to a degree. Which ended up being a crucial mistake as the even match soon turned to Camren's favor, as she is able to trap Natalia in painful hold after painful hold. Some would attribute it to Natalie's cockiness, her almost playful manner, but some would attribute it to Camren's clearly improved skills.
Regardless, one thing was for sure, the humiliation Natalie gave Camren gave Camren a fury that soon decided the match. Camren, now a mischievous grin on her face, intended to pay Natalia back, as her hands now clawed at Natalia's breasts! Natalie screamed in response and Camren enjoyed every note of it, laughing and saying.
"What was that again, about giving my hills some attention? There was a song right? we must, we must, we must increase the bust!" Natalie moaned in response, her cheeks red from effort, pain and humiliation, all of which started to sap her of her strength! Camren saw that Natalie, was fading and she leaned towards her face and says.
"Not the jobber you thought right?" Natalie only groaned in response, spitting out curses in the process! Camren responded by twisting Natalie's nipples, bring out another gasp of anguish and humiliation and soon Natalie's gasp grew weaker! However, Camren had planned to be exacting in her revenge, and when Natalie seemed too weak, she let go of her headlock. Sitting on Natalie's chest, Camren moved her hips slowly, shacking back and fourth to wake Natalie to wake up only for her to witness Camren rather endowed rear coming to her face.
"Noooo..mmppphhhh!!!" screamed Natalie as Camren completed the facesit, jiggling her ass doing so while twisting at Natalie's nipples still. Natalie attempted to push Camren off, but she was too exhausted and all she could do was scream, whimper and moan as the world grew darker and darker. Finally, after a minute or two, Natalie grew still. Camren give a humph of triumph as she felt her rival pass out. True, she had beaten this whore in an unoriginal manner, but revenge had to be paid in full! No doubt everyone now knew, and she made sure of it by stripping Natalie of her bikini! Grabbing the panties, she threw it to the crowd! The bra however, she kept as a trophy as she layed over Natalie's naked body, cupping her sleeping face saying.
"Hope you enjoyed this whore! And if you ever think about facing me again, be my guest!" At which Camren gave a small yet sensually kiss to Natalie's lips and pushed her down hard. Standing up, Camren, looked towards the camera saying.
"Hope you all enjoyed it too, and if any woman thinks to face me, bring it on! Just remember what happened her!" At which Camren strode off to her dressing room, leaving the unconscious Natalia behind as the crowd soon start to applause!
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Cher Lloyd vs. Kelli Berglund
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Kelli crotched down in the corner eyeing her victim like a jungle cat ready to pounce on her prey. She had somewhat of a rough beginning to her wrestling career firmly entrenched in the dreaded Jobber-tier of pint-sized weaklings, but she couldn't let an opportunity like this slip away. Sure, she'd beaten Ariana Grande before, but that wasn't exactly something to brag about. Besides of that very minor accomplishment, Kelli had suffered some brutal beatings since and was desperate for something positive. If Kelli was in danger of being labeled a jobber however, Cher was even more in danger of being labeled a creampuff which was somehow an even worse and more shameful designation. The British pop-star's catfighting career had been downright pathetic to start, and unfortunately for her this match was going any better. Slowly getting up atop her wobbly, jean-clad legs stumbling around like she was in a drunken stupor after spending a night drinking at the pub, Cher held her pounding head with both hands from the running bulldog she just received not even knowing where Kelli went until it was too late.
The waiting Kelli leapt to her feet and made a running beeline for her opponent right as the still disoriented Lloyd turned around to face her. Kelli flew like a tiny bat out of hell scurrying across the ring, lowering her shoulder and flung her body right into Cher's mid-section landing an impressively hard-hitting spear. Cher's petite body practically turned inside out from the impact of Berglund's shoulder crashing into her smooth and skinny stomach. Kelli was ecstatic she had probably performed the most highly effective finishing move of her young and underwhelming career thus far. The impact from the move actually catapulted Cher towards the other ring corner like she was hit with a cannonball. Twice previously in this match, the now completely knocked out Lloyd broke a pinfall count by barely draping a wrist or ankle on the bottom ring rope to break the count, a classic lame duck move to barely stay alive in a match she had no business still fighting in, but Kelli would make sure that wouldn't happen again this time. She quickly grabbed one of Lloyd's spread-eagled legs by her ankle, dragged her into the dead center of the ring and climbed atop her body taking the same leg she pulled with her folding it over Cher's body for a provocative looking full body leg hook pin.
The three count was a mere formality as it was clear Cher wasn't waking up anytime soon. Kelli was definitely proud of herself, mostly for how she landed that concluding spear, but she was mostly just relieved she can put another victory in her match record and she hoped this would be the start of a potential better streak of match results. She tossed Cher's hooked leg back down to the mat and rose to her feet standing above her squashed adversary. Kelli contemplated doing the customary post-match humiliation, stripping Lloyd's shirt and jeans off or something to that effect, but decided against it more than happy enough that she was just walking back up the ramp as a winner. Quite the opposite situation for Cher however who remained flattened on the mat like she was bulldozed over and now, more so than before, looking like the very definition of a creampuff.
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Sophia Bush vs Kristen Bell
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Sophia and Kristen had known each other for a while, and were generally friendly enough towards each other, but were certainly competitive, and increasingly so the more functions they attended together. Perhaps too comfortable with the growing rivalry, Kristen made an off the cuff remark about Sophia's dress looking tighter around her gluteus than she had remembered. Sophia had taken offense of course, and it wasn't long before she had KBell face down on the carpet, her dress hiked up to her mid back.
"Go on, Kristen, comment on my ass again!" Soph shouted as she spanked the blonde's firm little tush, jiggling it and making the slightly older gal yelp in discomfort.
"Ow! Oh! Get off!" Kristen was yipping. "Soph I take it back! I'm sorry! Stop that!!" Kristen was bright red in the face in humiliation, matching the current state of her little derriere as Soph gleefully spanked her again and again.
Soph glanced down at her hand, the ink running from the charity-event-themed writing, 'love is louder'. "I guess it's not louder than a jealous little FLAT assed blonde, is it Kristen?" Soph laughed at the embarrassed blonde. Kristen could only shake her head, tears starting to flow as a crowd gathered round, phones out filming.
Sophia grinned for the cameras, then pulled Kristen's dress off completely, and dragged the little blonde across the room in her bra and panties. She dumped Kristen into the water fountain, the blonde thrashing about, humiliated and drenched now. And Sophia just laughed as she high fived various function attendees. "Let that be a lesson to you, Kristen!" Sophia cooed as KBell sobbed in the fountain and rubbed her pained ass cheeks.
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Hehe Jimi you must have still been sore about Kristen beating Soph before huh? ;)
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Haha. Was a good chance for her to get one up on her rival. ;)
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Great stuff Jimi! Love Kristen getting her ass spanked and humiliated after running her mouth off!
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Thanks Xtra!! I enjoyed writing that little bit. Who else do you like? ;)
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Zendaya vs Dove Cameron
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It was, to say the least, an unexpected turn of events. Zendaya had seemed to be in firm control of the match, locking Dove in an abdominal stretch, which she bo doubt anticipated would drive the blonde to submit. Instead, in a magnificent display of strength and endurance, Cameron managed to hip toss her startled opponent to the floor, and then pounced on her like a tawny jungle cat. The two young beauties rolled back and forth across the penthouse carpet, each desperate to overcome the other.
And when they finally ceased their writhing and thrashing, it was Dove who was in command. She had Zendaya face down on the floor, the blonde laying her lithe body atop that of her rival, and held the sepia beauty in place with a combination rear naked choke and a grapevine of her legs. Zendaya squirmed, a look of panic growing on her face as she gasped and gurgled for breath, but the blonde kept her pinned down. Finally, accepting the hopelessness of her fate, Zendaya began to tap at the floor to signal her submission...but Dove refused to release her. Displaying a vicious streak few suspected the angelic-looking lass possessed, Cameron kept strangling her wimpering adversary until finally Zendaya's eyelids fluttered shut and she slipped into unconsciousness.
Releasing her hold at last, Dove stood up like 'Venus Rising', then tauntingly placed a foot upon the butt of her conquered rival and raised her arms in victory to bask in the adoration of the spectators.
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From a suggestion by 1619626.
FLASHBACK 1995: Jennifer Connelly vs Charlize Theron
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The spectators, each of them among Hollywood's elite, were all impressed by the performance of the statuesque South African import. Charlize had given Jennifer as rough a challenge as the brunette had faced in a while, and up until just a few minutes ago it looked as if the blonde might score an upset and defeat Connelly.
But that was before Jennifer got Theron flat on her stomach; sitting on the blonde's back, Connelly grasped her rival's ankles and bent her long, sculpted legs back, drawing mewls and moans of anguish from Charlize with a crude Boston Crab. Another few moments of this, all were assured, and the foreign fury would be screaming her submission.
But Theron was made of sterner stuff. Blocking out the searing pain as much as possible, she twisted her upper body and reached up and back with her left hand, until she could fill it with her tormentor's jet- black tresses. The startled Jennifer gave a shriek as she was suddenly yanked backward, and in her surprise she released Charlize's legs.
Like two snarling jungle cats, both hellions now rolled back and forth across the carpeted floor of the Malibu beach house. The expensive designer dresses they had begun the fight in were now tatters that littered the floor, and both beauties were reduced to only their panties. Rivulets of sweat glistened across their flesh as they panted and groaned as one, each pushing herself beyond her own limits of endurance. Whoever emerged from the vicious tableau would surely be the winner.
Ultimately, that woman was Charlize, who managed to maneuver herself behind her opponent; there, she wrapped an arm across Jennifer's throat. Connelly's hands clutched and tugged at the offending limb as she was choked, but what scant power she had left was too feeble to pry it loose. Soon enough, the brunette's eyes closed shut and her lush body went limp. And while Connelly was driven into inglorious defeat, Charlize now emerged as a new blazing star in the celeb catfight circuit.
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FLASHBACK 1979: Susan Anton vs Jayne Kennedy
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Nearing exhaustion, the two statuesque combatants panted and winced as they struggled in a test of strength, their arms trembling as their boots dug into the canvas for traction, sweat glistening across the firm bodies of both. The result is a stalemate, but that swiftly comes to a halt when Susan throws a kick up, the toe of her boot punting hard into Jayne's lower belly. With a gasp of air, Kennedy doubles over, allowing Anton to scoop her up off of the mat and, with an Amazonian bellow, slam her opponent's spine across the blonde's bent knee for a backbreaker. Jayne screams and rolls off of her rival's knee, landing with a thud on the mat, her right hand reaching for her aching back as she moans softly.
Anton doesn't waste time savoring the moment...she knows from past experience just how swiftly Kennedy can recover from seeming haplessness, and she wasn't about to give the powerful brunette the chance. Thus, Susan snaked her long, powerful legs around Kennedy's head and locked on a Figure Four Headscissors. Jayne thrashed about, frantic to pull herself free, but to no avail; soon enough, her eyes grew glazed and her eyelids slowly began to narrow. For Susan, this was sweet revenge: in their previous match, the brunette had beaten her with a Sleeper.
The HWA referee asks Jayne several times if she's ready to submit, and at the third inquiry, she starts to tap her hand on her tormentor's leg. But before the official can call for the bell, Susan snarls, "Ignore her!" Fear fills the brunette's eyes at these words, because she knows just what it means...Anton will not release her until she's knocked out!
The whimpering Jayne squirms feebly, but to no avail. Within less than a minute her eyes shut; the referee raises and drops her limp arm once, twice, thrice, and only then does he order the final bell rung. Susan releases her hold with some difficulty; so great was the pressure she was pouring into the move, her legs were very nearly paralyzed in that position. But with the ref's help she's able to get back to her feet. She then adds insult to injury by planting a boot to the heaving chest of her conquered rival and raises her arms to accept the cheers from the crowd.
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Sophia Bush vs Rachel Bilson
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"She's right ya know," Rachel Bilson giggled as she watched Sophia Bush spanking the helpless blonde Kristen Bell. "You're looking a little chunky these days."
A low growl emanated from Sophia's lips as the spanking stopped and she slowly turned to scowl at Rachel. "You wanna repeat that?" Soph asked, her gravelly voice full of venom.
Rachel giggled, arms crossed over her lovely chest. "I SAID... You. Have. Really...." eyeing Bush's frame... "Really. Chunked. UP. SOPH!"
In a flash, Kristen was all alone, sobbing on the floor, and Sophia was tackling right through the flat-footed, surprised Rachel. There was a loud grunt as the two babes collided and Rachel's back hit the floor hard, Sophia landing on top and instantly tearing at her dress. "Oh, I'VE chunked up?!" Soph exclaimed tauntingly as she poked an index finger into Rachel's now bared tummy."
Rachel was squirming beneath Sophia, but pinned by the angry and slightly heavier actress. "Get off me fatty!" Rachel whined, which of course Sophia took exception to, slapping Bilson hard across the face, then once again, stinging her pretty cheeks. Sophia continued to tear at fabric, ripping away Rachel's bra, and dug her claws into both orbs, punishing them.
"These are bigger than I remember!" Soph giggled. "I guess there's an upside to putting on a few pounds, eh Rachy?" Rachel squealed as Sophia softened her breasts and tugged them a little out of shape.
"Now, let's see if you're quite as big a hypocrite as Kristen over there..." Sophia smirked, flipping Rachel over and ripping her dress the rest of the way to expose her little panties. Sophia sat on Rachel's back and started spanking the girl's ass cheeks, giggling gleefully the whole time. "Oh Rach, this is WAY fatter than mine OR Kristen's! You silly little girl!" Sophia spanked away as Rachel wailed and kicked her legs, her face bright red in humiliation as the gathered crowd took photos and videos.
"Stop! You're not chunky! I'm fatter! Stop!!" Rachel suddenly pleaded as Sophia made a complete mockery of her. But Bush wouldn't stop until that booty was stinging red and bruised, and she was sure that RAchel would learn her lesson as well.
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Jennifer Lawrence vs Kaley Cuoco
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Kaley grunted as Jennifer pulled her arms back by the wrists, and planted a foot squarely between Cuoco's shoulder blades. Flat on her belly as her upper half was stretched back and up, the blonde struggled to try and get her knees under herself so that she could make an attempt to stand up and break the hold.
However, Lawrence wasn't about to give her that chance. Sliding her foot up until it's behind her opponent's head, she suddenly releases Kaley's wrists even as she roughly shoves her face forward, curb stomping her into the penthouse floor. The stunned Cuoco lay there face down, groaning. It would be child's play now for Jennifer to press her advantage and draw a submission from her rival, but she decided to take a few moments to pose and preen over the hapless body of the vaunted Kaley, blowing kisses to her devotees in the small crowd of spectators.
Finally, Lawrence is ready to deliver the coup de grâce and wring a sobbing submission out of Cuoco with the statuesque blonde's favorite finisher, the abdominal stretch. She grabs her adversary by her matted flaxen mane and peels her up off of the carpet, then begins to entwine her figure with that of Cuoco, intent on using her body as a fulcrum to break Kaley's. But even as she's applying the hold, her victim's unfettered right arm swings up, and a finger thrust to the windpipe forces the gagging Lawrence to release the hold and stumble backward, hands clutching at her throat as she gurgles for breath.
Now free, Cuoco draws upon her dwindling reserves of strength and unleashes a stinging backhand slap across her adversary's face, a shower of perspiration erupting from Jen's head as her whole body twists sideways from the blow. Next, slipping up behind Lawrence, pressing her body against her rival's, and wrapping her arms around her waist, Kaley dips her knees, and then with an Amazon's bellow lifts Jennifer up...only to bring her crashing down again a moment later, slamming the blonde's groin onto Cuoco's bent knee for an atomic drop!
The impact sends the wailing Lawrence sailing forward and belly flopping to the carpeted floor. And now it was Cuoco's turn to deliver the killing stroke: she knelt down a-straddle over Jen's back and untied her own bikini halter, releasing her orbs. She then grabbed Jennifer by the hair and yanked her head up and back, twisting the howling girl's spine to an agonizing degree, until finally Lawrence's upturned face looked at the ceiling. Now Kaley pressed her satiny breasts down over her opponent's face for a smother, Jennifer's muffled wails and flailing arms making plain her panic.
Very quickly, Lawrence's movements grew sluggish, and then they ceased altogether. Finally satisfied that her rival had been driven to unconsciousness, Cuoco freed her from the smother and stood up, planting a foot on the defeated battler's butt as she now did her own preening and posing, to the raucous cheers of those assembled.
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Loved the Rachel Bilson story. Need to see her get beaten more.
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Cierra Ramirez vs. Ariana Grande
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Cierra squeezed her arms tightly around Ariana locking her in a bearhug; crushing the poor signer's ultra petite frame like a twig seconds away from snapping clean in two. What little offensive attack and physical stamina Grande possessed at the start of the match had long since evaporated as once again she'd been reduced down to nothing more than a ragdoll at the hands of her opponent. This time it was Ramirez who got the honors; in her first match ever and not willing to take any chances in letting this victory get away from her. Ariana could only weakly flail her dainty limbs and squeal her tiny fluttery voice throughout the arena as Cierra continued to ramp up the back-breaking pressure trapping Grande in like a vice.
She kept the bearhug in tact until Ariana's feeble squirming gradually slowed to a holt. Grande's limp body now being held high in the air like a jobber trophy. Just before she'd black out completely, Cierra swung around flipping Ariana high up only to slam her back down to the mat in a killer belly-to-belly suplex. Cierra's thicker and more robust body came landing right down atop of Grande literally squashing the creampuff to the canvas. Ariana's wimpy body flattened underneath with her skinny arms and legs sprawled out and spread-eagled. It was Ariana's natural state of being against almost every other girl previously and tonight, even against an inexperienced rookie as short as herself, it was same as it ever was for the career loser.
Cierra remained atop of the the mashed-to-the-mat Grande for the basic yet effective pinfall count. Ramirez even shifted herself up a little to properly smother her superior full-bodied bosoms right on the zonked out Grande's face as the ref counted to three. She stayed laying on her for a few seconds after the finishing bell rung, soaking in the feeling of victory while giving everyone an opportunity to take some pictures of her posing atop her opponent in domination. On her way back up to her feet, Ramirez grabbed Ariana's flowery-white summer dress and stripped the garment off her still unmoving body. She'd take it back with her to the locker room as a souvenir of her first notch in the W column. For poor Ariana meanwhile...it was yet another of the many notches in her L column that ended up the same way as so many others have for her: squashed, pinned and stripped.
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Cierra Ramirez vs. Ariana Grande
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Cierra squeezed her arms tightly around Ariana locking her in a bearhug; crushing the poor signer's ultra petite frame like a twig seconds away from snapping clean in two. What little offensive attack and physical stamina Grande possessed at the start of the match had long since evaporated as once again she'd been reduced down to nothing more than a ragdoll at the hands of her opponent. This time it was Ramirez who got the honors; in her first match ever and not willing to take any chances in letting this victory get away from her. Ariana could only weakly flail her dainty limbs and squeal her tiny fluttery voice throughout the arena as Cierra continued to ramp up the back-breaking pressure trapping Grande in like a vice.
She kept the bearhug in tact until Ariana's feeble squirming gradually slowed to a holt. Grande's limp body now being held high in the air like a jobber trophy. Just before she'd black out completely, Cierra swung around flipping Ariana high up only to slam her back down to the mat in a killer belly-to-belly suplex. Cierra's thicker and more robust body came landing right down atop of Grande literally squashing the creampuff to the canvas. Ariana's wimpy body flattened underneath with her skinny arms and legs sprawled out and spread-eagled. It was Ariana's natural state of being against almost every other girl previously and tonight, even against an inexperienced rookie as short as herself, it was same as it ever was for the career loser.
Cierra remained atop of the the mashed-to-the-mat Grande for the basic yet effective pinfall count. Ramirez even shifted herself up a little to properly smother her superior full-bodied bosoms right on the zonked out Grande's face as the ref counted to three. She stayed laying on her for a few seconds after the finishing bell rung, soaking in the feeling of victory while giving everyone an opportunity to take some pictures of her posing atop her opponent in domination. On her way back up to her feet, Ramirez grabbed Ariana's flowery-white summer dress and stripped the garment off her still unmoving body. She'd take it back with her to the locker room as a souvenir of her first notch in the W column. For poor Ariana meanwhile...it was yet another of the many notches in her L column that ended up the same way as so many others have for her: squashed, pinned and stripped.
Nice story of Ariana Grande getting crushed in a bearhug followed with a pin/breast smother finish. These two are about the same size, except Cierra has bigger tits, and Ariana is still loses badly. She's a great jobber.
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FLASHBACK 1984: Phoebe Cates vs Jennifer Runyon
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Jennifer staggered backward, badly stunned from her collision with the empty corner...the result of Phoebe having flung herself out of harm's way at the last instant as the busty blonde attempted a wrecking ball body splash, leaving only the turnbuckles for Runyon to painfully collide with.
Now the brunette pressed her sudden advantage, unleashing a chop across her opponent's chest that reverberated sharply through the arena, eliciting a supportive "Whooooooo!" from the crowd. Wincing, Jennifer spun away from her adversary, but that was exactly what Cates wanted; Phoebe jumped up onto Runyon's back and wrapped her arms tight around the blonde's head, locking on her 'Nighty Night' sleeper.
Jen's arms windmilled in haplessness as the blood flow to her brain was slowed, her legs trembling to support the weight of her tormentor until finally they buckled and she dropped to her knees. Cates tightened her hold as the embattled blonde whimpered in distress, her hands now weakly slapping and tugging at the steel band-like arms that encircled her skull.
Finally, Jennifer's glazed eyes rolled up and her eyelids fluttered shut as her whole body went limp. The referee was about to lift her arm to check and see if she was still conscious when Cates stopped him. "Forget that," she tells the zebra. "I'm going for the pin!"
With that she released her sleeper and laid the slumbering blonde onto her back. Triumphantly, Phoebe then planted a boot upon her beaten opponent's heaving chest and flexed her arms in a show of victory as the official slapped off "One...two...three!"
The voice of the announcer pierced the air as he proclaimed, "YOUR WINNER...AND STILL HWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...PHOEBE CATES!"
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Greer Grammer vs. Bella Thorne
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If there was one thing Bella Thorne despised, it was blind nepotism. Especially when it directly interfered with her blossoming career. So when Greer Grammer came gunning for the lead role of an upcoming movie that Bella had previously been assured was going to her, you can bet that she was none too pleased when the daughter of sitcom star Kelsey Grammer waltzed in pretty much expecting the role to be offered on a silver platter to the entitled blonde. And when Bella Thorne is not pleased, usually heads start rolling.
Greer's older age, five years Bella's senior to be exact, wasn't much help for the quickly overwhelmed princess against the thoroughly pissed off ginger. Before she could even register what was happening, Greer's sleek white dress was in tatters and she lay bent back across Bella's shoulders high in the air trying and failing miserably to escape her tormenter's clutches. Thorne let out a ferocious primal scream before slamming Grammer down on her outstretched knee in a backbreaker slam; brutally almost snapping the poor girl completely in half. It instantly knocked Greer out cold while Bella kept her mangled body bent and hanging over her knee.
Suddenly the casting director waltzed right up to the still posing Bella and handed her the contract for the role! "I wanted you the whole time anyway, Ms. Thorne." the director admitted with a chuckle. "That weak bitch can't act for shit." Adding insult to injury, Bella took the contract, slapped it right down on Greer's stretched-out belly and signed the papers right there atop her conquered rival. When offered to take the rough copy home to keep for herself, Bella thought of a better idea: she ripped the sheet right off, crumbled it into a ball and shoved it in Greer's mouth. Thorne then casually dumped Grammer off her knee and onto the carpeted floor face down with the contract still lodged inside her mouth and walked out of the casting room victorious on two fronts: she got the role she wanted and she wrecked the hack that tried to snatch it from her.
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The Last Moment of Mayhem
Here's something new I'm trying. While the pieces here in the "Finish Her" thread are by their nature short, they tend to cover a span of time of at least several minutes. But here are the final glimpses of matches, lasting less than a minute, and some only a few seconds. If you like this, feel yourself encouraged to try your own! ::)
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This duel of flexibility was going badly for the brunette. Both battlers faced one another, their legs split wide. But Amanda’s feet were pressed against the inside of Michelle’s calves, forcing her legs ever-wider, while the smirking blonde held her rival’s wrists tightly, preventing Trachtenberg from rolling backward to freedom. The muscles of her sculpted gams threatening to rend, and with tears streaming down her face, Michelle shrieks, “I submit!”
First fall: Seyfried
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Tyra shrieked in anguish as her statuesque body was bent most unnaturally, courtesy of Natasha's stretch muffler. From her calve up through her spine, it felt as if her muscles were rending, and although Banks valiantly fought to withstand the agony, after what seemed to her like an eternity...in truth no longer than fifteen seconds...she was slapping her hand to the mat and screaming out "NO MORE! LET ME GO! I GIVE UP!" Henstridge kept the hold in place for a few heartbeats longer than necessary, just to punish her longtime rival, and then she triumphantly stood up.
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"NOOOOOOOOO!" Vanessa wailed, but her plea fell on dear ears as Vanessa dropped down, spiking the crown of her nemesis's skull into the floor with a devastating piledriver, instantly knocking Hudgens out.
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Breslin allowed the barest of smiles upon her lips as Ariel squirmed beneath her, the brunette's face buried in the fleshy cage of her blonde rival's breasts. Trapped and spent, Winter feebly tapped her hand against her tormentor's shoulder to signal her submission...but Abigail would not release her, instead maintaining her smother until Ariel was driven completely unconscious.
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The two lithe beauties rolled back and forth across the mansion floor, legs entwined, their bodies glistening, as each used her hands to cover the mouth and pinch the nose of the other, both desperately determined to smother the other out. Their rolling grew sluggish, then halted, and the eyes of both battlers were glassy and heavy-lidded as they struggled to draw breath. Finally, Amanda’s eyes rolled up in their sockets and her body went limp, her hands falling free from Michelle’s face, allowing the brunette to gasp and gulp in air as her rival slipped into unhappy slumber.
Second fall: Trachtenberg
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Tessa's fist cracked across Gal's chin, snapping her head heard to the side with a spray of perspiration. Glassy eyed, Gadot drew her right arm back, preparing to return with a right cross of her own, but after such a grueling fist fight, her movements were sluggish, and Thompson had time to launch an uppercut that lifted her adversary up off of her feet. By the time Gal crashed onto her back, she was unconscious.
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Tears filled Kat's eyes as Danica tightened the rear naked choke, the buxom brunette sinking to her knees as her senses reeled, until with a pitiful moan she slipped into semi-consciousness, and defeat. McKellar released the hold and placed a foot upon the hip of the beaten Dennings.
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Since she was going to claim Jennifer's bikini halter as her trophy anyway, Kaley saw no reason why she shouldn't be using it as a garrote to choke the taller blonde out. Lawrence's hands fell from her throat, where she been trying in futility to pull the garment free, and now fell limply to her side. Cuoco unwrapped the garment from her victim's neck, and Jen flopped face first to the floor, finished.
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Michelle swayed, exhaustion etched upon her face. It took all of what scant power she had left to stay in place, which was seated atop Seyfried, the brunette’s derriere planted firmly atop the blonde’s face. Amanda’s body squirmed feebly, her hands slapping weakly at the thighs of her tormentor, but she also was far too spent to muster the strength to escape. Denied air, she swiftly tumbled into inky darkness.
Third and final fall: Trachtenberg
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This was written perfectly Jack my congratulations to you on the well written stories.
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I love the ends of fights, the sexier the better. Good work as always, Jackflash! Thanks!
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Jack, as always you're a true innovator, great concept and execution! Here's a boring ol' normal one from myself :D
Natalia Dyer vs. Sarah Hyland
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Natalia Dyer would soon regret her callous and conceited pre-match attitude towards her adversary. She hasn't had much of any success in the ring thus far in her still young career but that didn't stop the Stranger Things star from accusing her opponent of "having no edge." That supposedly edgeless girl was none other than Sarah Hyland who's also had more than her fair share of lop-sided losses, but she wasn't about to take any shit from some inexperienced wanna-be diva practically still in her training shoes.
Natalia definitely wasn't talking big now however. The thoroughly exhausted girl was trapped in a precarious position. Sarah grabbed the right leg of Dyer who’s now face down on the mat. She steps over her leg and bends it around, locking the other leg in the process, into a position closely resembling a double-toed leglock. Hyland then grabs hold of her arms, in a Surfboard-like manner, and begins to pull backward on them, while keeping both of Natalia's legs locked. The submission hold was technically called the Persian Carpet Ride in catfight circles, but regardless of what it was known as, it was a bad spot to be in for the formally cocky Dyer. Not only was it clear that Natalia had no answers in escaping this hold, but because both her arms were yanked behind her body, she couldn't even afford the sad luxury of being able to merely tap out on the mat. The only way out for her was to either black out completely from the pain and embarrassment or to verbally submit her defeat which was something that would be somehow even more mortifying. Dyer would go from running her mouth to pleading for forgiveness.
"I GIVE! YOU WIN! PLEASE...LET ME GO!!" Natalia screamed but Hyland just kept on yanking.
"That's right, bitch!" Hyland retorted; somewhat exhausted from how much effort she was putting in the submission hold but in complete control of her weakly squirming victim nevertheless. "Looks like there's definitely a girl with no edge in this ring tonight, but it's certainly not me!" Sarah declared which was met with highly agreeing round of applause from the audience.
Hyland then continued commanding down to her stretched apart opponent "Say who wiped your little ass around this ring tonight! Who's bitch are you?!"
"WHA?! NO PLEASE..." Natalia began to plead only to be cut off by Sarah suddenly tugging her arms even further back with her upper body bent to an increasingly agonizing degree.
"SAY IT, BITCH!" Hyland then bellowed down with surprising authority.
"I'M YOUR BITCH!" Dyer squealed in agony as tears streamed down her cheeks making a small puddle of shame on the ring canvas below.
Now satisfied enough after some more helpless begging, Hyland finally released the hold and rose triumphantly to her feet soaking in the rare feeling of victory. If the seemingly innocent sitcom star was still going to be widely regarded as a jobber, she at least declared herself over a newer and most importantly weaker girl on the preverbal food chain of catfighters. She placed a foot on the back of Natalia who could only wither in pain on the mat suffering a very humbling loss so early in her career.
Posing atop her newfound "bitch", Sarah declared loud and proud: "I HAVE EDGE!"
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Hayden Panettiere vs Brenda Song
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Ordinarily, Hayden's opponents scarcely earn more than her contempt and scorn. But Brenda had achieved a rarity: she made the blonde truly, deeply, passionately hate her.
The brunette achieved this by having the audacity to train extensively for this contest, to formulate a complex battle strategy, and to proceed to dominate much of the match. Panettiere, who had expected this to be a relatively easy fight ("I won't even muss my hair," she arrogantly predicted), had her pride stung by her adversary's success, and for an egomaniac like Hayden, that is the ultimate sin.
So when the opportunity fleetingly arose for the blonde to counterattack, she did so in a cold rage. Her offensive concluded with a ruthlessly vicious slam of her knee into Song's groin, dropping the squealing Asian to her hands and knees in an agonized daze. But, rather than immediately press her final assault, Panettiere strutted over to one of the spectators sitting in a leather chair. With a tempting smile, she touched the tip of her index finger under his chin and "lifted" him up to his feet. Her fingers then expertly unbuckled his belt and slid it out through the loops. Before she turned away from him, almost as an afterthought, she placed a hand to his chest and pushed him back down into the chair.
Wrapping the buckle end of the belt around her right hand, the blonde pulled her arm back, and then cracked the leather strap like a whip across Brenda's back, drawing a shriek of pain from the brunette. Relentlessly, Panettiere whipped her rival again and again, as the howling Song tried to crawl away to safety on all fours. But again and again the leather snapped painfully across her back and buttocks, leaving long, merciless red streaks upon her skin.
Finally stepping over her sobbing opponent in a standing straddle, Hayden wrapped the belt around Brenda's throat, the embattled brunette's teary eyes opening wide with panic as her fingers frantically grabbed at the impromptu noose about her neck. But her attempts at escape were all for naught, and soon enough she was choked into semi-consciousness. Eyes still blazing with fury, nostrils flaring in anger, the blonde planted a foot upon her beaten foe's rear end and raised the belt with both hands above her head. Only then does the anger seem to abate, and a smirk of satisfaction grows upon her deceptively angelic face.
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Let's Give Thanks!
Here's a posting request for the holiday weekend...In-Character pieces!
You've probably seen some of the match-ups I've done between celebs, but in character for a television or film role, and that's just what we're looking for. Here's your chance to do a Finish Her piece with some of your favorite Hollywood characters!
So put your thinking caps on, kids! :)
I'll even get things started....
MAX (KAT DENNINGS) vs PENNY (KALEY CUOCO)
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Both beauties lay moaning on the floor, their voluptuous bodies glistening with sweat. It had been, as always, a tumultuous brawl between the two arch-rivals, which came to a sudden, violent halt as they lunged at one another and their foreheads cracked together. Now both struggled to gather her wits before her nemesis can.
Groggily, each rolls over and forces herself up to all fours, then begin to sluggishly crawl toward one another. Now facing each other on their knees, their glazed eyes spark with fury, and as if only they could hear some secret signal, both ball their fists and begin throwing leaden armed punches into one another's breasts! Both Penny and Max yelp and moan as their D cups are cruelly battered. Nonetheless, in spite of their agony and exhaustion, neither relents.
But regardless of their determination to triumph over the other, each realizes she is reaching the furthermost point of her physical endurance. Through the shroud of debility that befogs their brains, both know they have to do something different...and quickly...if they are going to have any hope of victory. Perhaps both had the same thought simultaneously: to turn their 'girls', which at the moment were pummeled liabilities, into an asset. But if so, it is one beauty who acts on the impulse first.
Suddenly ceasing her punching, blonde Penny reaches up with her trembling hands and grasps Max's dark brown mane. She then pulls her opponent's head downward, burying the New Yorker's face between the Californian's orbs. Max gives muffled grunts as she's abruptly smothered within the moist, satiny flesh, her hands slapping effectually at her adversary's sides.
Given her state of fatigue, it doesn't take long for Max to most reluctantly slip into inky unconsciousness. Penny releases her and lets the limp body of her rival puddle to the carpet. Too spent herself to stand up and strike the customary victory pose, the blonde is content to lay her back down across the chest of the beaten brunette and take the "pin".
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wonder woman gal gadot vs black widow Scarlett Johansson
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I love all of these stories! You guys are the best!
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Max (Kat Dennings) vs Abby (Britney Spears)
(Note: Britney played Abby in several episodes of How I Met Your Mother)
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Max did not come into this match in a good mood. Her most recent brawl against arch-nemesis Penny had ended with a victory for the blonde...or, as the brunette put it, "That slutty blonde bimbo cheated me out of my sure win!" So she was brooding over her defeat when she returned home, only to discover that her status as New York's preeminent apartment wrestler was in danger of being toppled by a newcomer who had scored a series of impressive triumphs in short order. Her wounded pride in need of a boost, Max demanded a match against this new phenom, Abby.
Bad enough this new girl was challenging Max's status...she was also a blonde, a cardinal sin. And, from what Max had learned, she was of the bubbly variety, and not exactly a genius. "Piece of cake" the brunette predicted when asked her prediction for the match.
But as the match wore on, things quickly went from bad to worse for Max. True enough, Abby wasn't as gifted intellectually as she was voluptuously, but she was nevertheless something of an idiot savant of catfighting, proving herself brilliant at strategy, and having the physical tools to match her genius. Time and again, the brunette found herself foiled as her opponent deftly countered her moves, then punished Max with holds that the frustrated brunette was unable to escape. it was only Max's indomitable will and supreme endurance that had spared her from defeat thus far, but she knew she couldn't withstand this much longer.
If Max had one advantage over her adversary, it was that Abby's lacked the brunette's experience. Thus, when the brunette seemed to pass out, it never occurred to the blonde that her victim was playing possum. Abby halted her offensive...and that was all the opening that Max needed; a lightning-past palm thrust snapped the shocked blonde's head back, and from that moment on, Max did not relent in her attack, drawing upon every last dreg of strength she had left as she punished Abby with punches, kicks, chops and stomps, kneeing her ruthlessly in the groin and pummeling the newcomer's breasts with her fists.
Finally, teetering on the edge of absolute exhaustion, Max went in for the kill: Pinning the squirming Abby down, the brunette pressed her breasts down over the blonde's sweat-soaked face, smothering her into oblivion.
Max had her much-desired victory, but she knew it came with a cost...that in addition to her ongoing war with Penny, the brunette had now made a dangerous rival out of Abby. And when next they met, Max knew, the blonde would not be so easy to deceive.
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Natalie Connors (Hilary Duff) vs April Booth (Lindsay Lohan)
Natalie is a character from "Agent Cody Banks", and April is the 'Nun with a Gun' from "Machete"
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April Booth had emerged in recent years as one of the world's most dangerous hitwomen for hire, and Special Agent Natalie Connors was assigned to track her down when it was learned that she had been hired by the sinister ERIS criminal organization to acquire an unknown target of great value. Natalie managed to track April down to Las Vegas, where the blonde assassin was staying in a luxurious poolside bungalow. Appearing for all the world like just another tourist sunning herself by the pool, the agent carefully watched as fellow sunbather April finally gut up from her chaise lounge and headed back to her bungalow. Natalie followed, and used a purloined master key card to slip into the room after the hitwoman. Connors regretted not being able to carry a pistol, since she was garbed only in a bikini, but she reckoned that she could easily overpower the other woman.
An instant later, Natalie was dropped to her knees by a karate chop to the side of her neck, as April...who clearly was expecting her...stepped out from behind a curtain. "Walked right into my snare, didn't you?" Booth sneered. But her smirk was erased as the agent suddenly swept her legs out from under the blonde with a swipe of her arm. An instant later, the two tawny hellions tore into one another, their brawl raging all throughout the room, each proving too evenly matched to result in nothing more than a stalemate.
Still, as exhaustion wearied them, each knew that mistakes would be made, and opportunities seized. Natalie thought she had her chance when April clumsily dropped her guard, and the agent lunged at her. Too late Connors learned she had again fallen for her adversary's snare, as Booth unleashed a powerful uppercut squarely into her opponent's groin, the thin triangle of Natalie's bikini bottoms offering her no protection. The agent dropped to the floor with a squeal of agony and curled in a fetal position. Panting hard for breath, rivulets of sweat dripping down her body, April pushed the quivering Natalie onto her back and crawled atop her torso, then dropped her ass onto her rival's face, smothering her while Booth's hands grabbed her victim's legs and lifted and spread them wide. Natalie's muffled screams betrayed her pain and panic, as her hands slapped frantically at the body of her tormentor. As she began to fade into unconsciousness, she heard the taunting words of her foe: "You know what my target was? You. ERIS was tired of you thwarting them, so they plan to brainwash you and turn you over to their side. In the meantime, pleasant dreams, sweetie." April punctuated her revelation with a sinister rasping laugh, the last thing Natalie hears before passing out....
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Natalie Connors (Hilary Duff) vs April Booth (Lindsay Lohan)
Natalie is a character from "Agent Cody Banks", and April is the 'Nun with a Gun' from "Machete"
Very cool.
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Skyler Samuels vs. Bianca Santos
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While the 2 co-stars have usually been civil towards one another off screen, Skyler had reached her breaking point. They were both at a typical young starlet Hollywood party and Bianca's haughty side started to come out again. Every time she started drinking, Santos would grow snotty and condescending towards her so-called "friend" while also acting like a total whore flirting and teasing with every guy that would give her the time of day. Perhaps it was just the alcohol, but Samuels read it as Bianca's true feelings about her boiling up the surface. So when Santos made yet another callous remark towards Samuels in the middle of the party in-between her shameless flirting, calling the stunned red head an "uptight prude", Skyler lost all control.
What followed was a textbook beatdown with poor Bianca on the wrong side of the action. The party-goers all gathered around watching the normally mild-mannered Samuels finally unleash all her pent up frustration she's had for Bianca's snobby attitude all these months. Santos has been dunked inside the punchbowl, whipped across the table with food and stripped of her clothes leaving the squealing brunette in just her black lace bra and panties. She was a complete mess deeply regretting ever opening her mouth even in her drunken and disoriented state.
"You've deserved this for a long ass time, slut!" Samuels screamed as she locked Santos up in an inescapable full nelson hold and actually began parading her around the party showing off Bianca's exposed and beaten body to everyone in attendance.
Once Skyler showed off her humiliated fake friend around her actual friends and colleagues, she marched the now squirming and pleading Bianca to the backward and proceeded to rip off both her bra and panties leaving her now completely buck naked and used the disgraced underwear to tie Santos up against a tree; both her dainty wrists tied together held up by a thick and sturdy branch and her skinny legs tied together by her ankles at the stump below. Bianca looked in horror at everyone gathering around taking pictures of her displayed body and passed out from the sheer humiliation of it all; her eyes rolling over and her head hanging low in the breeze.
Putting one more finishing touch on her co-workers comeuppance, Skyler took out her red lipstick and wrote in big letters across Bianca's stretched-out stomach MOUTHY WHORE. Samuels would go back inside returning to the party with a triumphant glow in her face for the rest of the night while poor Bianca remained bound in the backyard for everybody to ogle at; especially the many guys she's teased and flirted with and their jealous girlfriends who pointed and laughed at the slut put in her place.
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Bindi Irwin vs Shawn Johnson
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The two diminutive dynamos...each standing a mere 4'11"...grunted as one. Hands clasped together, bare feet digging deep into the plush penthouse carpeting for traction, they were locked in a stalemated test of strength, sweat glistening across their bodies as their muscles rippled and trembled from the strain. Had this contest been held earlier in the match, one might very well have overcome the other. But after such a long and grueling battle, both beauties were spent, and what scant strength they had left was simply too evenly matched.
Then, as if on some secret signal only they could hear, each concluded that this struggle was a waste of time and precious dwindling power, and as one they released their hands and stepped back. Their chests heaved as they panted for breath, their eyes narrowed as they glared silently at one another, each hating the other with a white-hot intensity.
Suddenly Bindi lunged at the blonde, the outback brawler in her bursting forth with a roar, her right fist pulled back, cocked, and ready to smash squarely into Shawn's pretty face. But the Olympian's reflexes and agility did not fail her, and she managed to pivot out of the way at the last possible instant, and flipped the started Aussie over with a hip toss. The brunette landed with a loud grunt on her back, and a heartbeat later Shawn executed a spectacular backflip, her tight, curvaceous body arcing gracefully through the air, and she landed on her butt flush on Irwin's belly, knocking the air from her with a whoosh.
Johnson then balled her fists and began raising punch after punch to her rival's face, leaving Bindi moaning and glassy-eyed. Finally satisfied that the 'Tasmanian Devil' was suitable stunned, the blonde climbed off of Irwin and rolled her over onto her belly. Shawn then remounted her, this time laying her body upon the brunette's. The blonde's feet pressed outward against the inside of her opponent's legs, spreading them out with a grapevine. Johnson then cups her hands around Bindi's chin, yanking her head back. In agony, the Aussie holds out for as long as she can against the pain, but finally whimpers, "Enough! I give!"
But after such a brutal battle, the Olympian wasn't in a very charitable mood. "No submissions, sweetheart...KOs only!" Bindi's glazed eyes widening in horror as Shawn then snaked her arm across her throat, choking the Australian. The gasping Irwin's hands alternately clutched at the strangling limb across her windpipe and slapped frantically at the floor, to no avail. Her lids finally fluttered closed over her eyes and her body went limp as she succumbed to the darkness and passed out.
Triumphantly, Shawn pushed herself up and placed a foot upon her beaten rival's butt, the blonde victoriously flexing her arms as the spectators rose to cheer her.
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even a jobber gets tired of losing
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Hopefully Bindi gets her revenge and strips Shawn and spanks her till she cries.
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The Last Moment of Mayhem
Here's something new I'm trying. While the pieces here in the "Finish Her" thread are by their nature short, they tend to cover a span of time of at least several minutes. But here are the final glimpses of matches, lasting less than a minute, and some only a few seconds. If you like this, feel yourself encouraged to try your own! ::)
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This duel of flexibility was going badly for the brunette. Both battlers faced one another, their legs split wide. But Amanda’s feet were pressed against the inside of Michelle’s calves, forcing her legs ever-wider, while the smirking blonde held her rival’s wrists tightly, preventing Trachtenberg from rolling backward to freedom. The muscles of her sculpted gams threatening to rend, and with tears streaming down her face, Michelle shrieks, “I submit!”
First fall: Seyfried
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Tyra shrieked in anguish as her statuesque body was bent most unnaturally, courtesy of Natasha's stretch muffler. From her calve up through her spine, it felt as if her muscles were rending, and although Banks valiantly fought to withstand the agony, after what seemed to her like an eternity...in truth no longer than fifteen seconds...she was slapping her hand to the mat and screaming out "NO MORE! LET ME GO! I GIVE UP!" Henstridge kept the hold in place for a few heartbeats longer than necessary, just to punish her longtime rival, and then she triumphantly stood up.
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"NOOOOOOOOO!" Vanessa wailed, but her plea fell on dear ears as Vanessa dropped down, spiking the crown of her nemesis's skull into the floor with a devastating piledriver, instantly knocking Hudgens out.
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Breslin allowed the barest of smiles upon her lips as Ariel squirmed beneath her, the brunette's face buried in the fleshy cage of her blonde rival's breasts. Trapped and spent, Winter feebly tapped her hand against her tormentor's shoulder to signal her submission...but Abigail would not release her, instead maintaining her smother until Ariel was driven completely unconscious.
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The two lithe beauties rolled back and forth across the mansion floor, legs entwined, their bodies glistening, as each used her hands to cover the mouth and pinch the nose of the other, both desperately determined to smother the other out. Their rolling grew sluggish, then halted, and the eyes of both battlers were glassy and heavy-lidded as they struggled to draw breath. Finally, Amanda’s eyes rolled up in their sockets and her body went limp, her hands falling free from Michelle’s face, allowing the brunette to gasp and gulp in air as her rival slipped into unhappy slumber.
Second fall: Trachtenberg
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Tessa's fist cracked across Gal's chin, snapping her head heard to the side with a spray of perspiration. Glassy eyed, Gadot drew her right arm back, preparing to return with a right cross of her own, but after such a grueling fist fight, her movements were sluggish, and Thompson had time to launch an uppercut that lifted her adversary up off of her feet. By the time Gal crashed onto her back, she was unconscious.
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Tears filled Kat's eyes as Danica tightened the rear naked choke, the buxom brunette sinking to her knees as her senses reeled, until with a pitiful moan she slipped into semi-consciousness, and defeat. McKellar released the hold and placed a foot upon the hip of the beaten Dennings.
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Since she was going to claim Jennifer's bikini halter as her trophy anyway, Kaley saw no reason why she shouldn't be using it as a garrote to choke the taller blonde out. Lawrence's hands fell from her throat, where she been trying in futility to pull the garment free, and now fell limply to her side. Cuoco unwrapped the garment from her victim's neck, and Jen flopped face first to the floor, finished.
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Michelle swayed, exhaustion etched upon her face. It took all of what scant power she had left to stay in place, which was seated atop Seyfried, the brunette’s derriere planted firmly atop the blonde’s face. Amanda’s body squirmed feebly, her hands slapping weakly at the thighs of her tormentor, but she also was far too spent to muster the strength to escape. Denied air, she swiftly tumbled into inky darkness.
Third and final fall: Trachtenberg
Ok, I definitely need some more of Tessa Thonpson. She's a BAMF! Plus, she's actually got muscles!
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Alice Eve vs Kaley Cuoco
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It was billed as the 'Atlantic Championship'...the top celebrity catfighter in the United States, Kaley, facing off with her U.K. counterpart, Alice, on "neutral ground' in Reykjavik, Iceland. And it had proven to be a tremendous clash, with both blonde beauties at the very peak of their powers. For nearly forth exhausting minutes, they had battled to a veritable stalemate, with neither able to hold the advantage over the other for long, but each nevertheless dishing out tremendous punishment on one another.
However, the last five minutes of action had seen the Brit holding the definite upperhand, with Cuoco reeling under the merciless assault. Now, Alice snared her opponent in a Full Nelson, turning the dazed and moaning blonde toward the American contingent of spectators, Kaley's bruised and battered bare breasts thrust out before her. Sneeringly, the Englishwoman says, "So this is your great golden hope? You see how I've destroyed her...how she's putty in my hands." Then she hisses tauntingly in her rival's ear, "Say goodnight to the nice people, Yank...you're off to Slumberland!"
With that, she pulled her right arm free, leaving Cuoco caught in a Half Nelson. She then snaked her right limb around her victim's throat, executing her "Eve of Destruction" choke/sleeper hold. Kaley's partisans among the spectators let out audible groans of distress as the sad fact of her defeat was being unveiled before them.
But it was just then, in the moment before Alice could completely lock on her devastating hold, that the fire returned to Cuoco's glassy eyes. Battle instincts flaring, she didn't hesitate as she suddenly lifted her right leg, and then smashed her heel down on the bare toes of her oppressor. Alice let out a yowl of pain and instinctively released her hold; a heartbeat later, Cuoco reached back with both hands, grabbed the English battler by her flaxen mane, and flipped Eve over her shoulder, sending her thudding heavily onto her back.
For an instant Kaley swooned, the sudden exertion taxing her scant reserves of power. But she gathered her wits and decided to let gravity do the hard work for her. She suddenly collapsed to the floor, driving her elbow down between Alice's breasts in a crude variation of the heart punch. The Brit's eyes went wide as saucers and she let out a sound that was half-moan/half-gasp.
Adrenaline now pumping through her veins and revitalizing her, the American rolled her adversary over onto her belly. Bending Alice's legs back at the knees, Kaley sat between her gams, hooking the Brit's feet under her arms. She then grabbed Eve's wrists, yanking her arms back and elevating her head and torso. To complete the maneuver, Kaley pressed her feet across Alice's windpipe. "I don't really have a name for this move," Cuoco says, teasing her rival for having so gratuitously named her own finisher after herself. "I'm thinking 'Couc-O-Bye Baby'. What do you think?" But Alice's only response was a gurgled gasp as she struggled for breath.
Unable to tap out or verbally submit, the Englishwoman was reduced to utter helplessness, until finally her eyelids fluttered shut and her squirming body went limp, signaling that she had passed out at last. Releasing her hold, Kaley stood up and planted a foot on her beaten rival's butt as Alice lay there slumbering, a trickle of drool in the corner of her mouth, while the ombudsman placed the diamond and platinum Atlantic Championship tiara upon the victorious blonde's head.
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Hello all, I just wanted to quickly share with you guys a new site designed to piggyback off this ever-popular "finish-her" thread! I'll be putting out PPVs where the outcomes are determined via polls, and I want to showcase and share the excellent writing abilities of some of you guys. When I put out the PPV for voting, if a particular match-up catches your eye, I'll take any and all submissions of a little mini-recap of the finish (or full story if you want) and showcase them on the site along with FCF. It will be a great place for people to go to a fighter's page and see EVERY single "finish her" story ever written about her in league history. If you see fan favorite Kate Upton getting her ass kicked in the polls, write up a "finish her" style ending and either message me or add it to the thread. Once the polls lock, I'll roll out a PPV on the site with all the recap submissions I received (and write myself). The more submissions I get, the more amazing a read it will be for everyone, so y'all help me out with recap submissions!! I'm also more than happy to take roster and match-up suggestions, so let me hear those as well!
For listening to my sell job, here are the "finish her" recaps I wrote myself for the first PPV and a link to the blog :P
http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-1.html
Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=69181.0
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Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
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Charlotte McKinney
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 32F
Hometown: Orlando, Florida
Charlotte McKinney (60%) defeats Stana Katic (40%)
"Katic confidently stalked her blonde foe around the outskirts of the ring, as what had been an evenly-fought match started to slowly tip in the seemingly more fit brunette's favor. Charlotte's bared F-cups teardropped toward the floor as she continued to exhaustedly lead the brunette around the ropes, sputtering as she used the extended game of cat and mouse to pump some much needed oxygen back into her burning lungs. With a shrill squeal, Stana finally caught the clumsily retreating barbie, using a ruthless two-handed grip on the blonde's world-class locks to sling her into the far ropes.
The canvas quaked as Charlotte trampolined off the ropes, only as she recoiled toward the waiting Katic she was able to throttle-down and throw off Stana's rhythm, ducking under her reckless clothesline attempt and instead ripping a close-quarters knee into the brunette's slender waistline. Katic hoarsely wailed as the meaty strike sent her crumpling to one knee, a mouthful of drool sloshing to the canvas as her sweat-soaked tresses draped over her eyes. With a renewed and heightened sense of confidence, the busty blonde readied her unrivaled pair as the brunette continued to writhe on her knees, looking skyward to the endless rows of fans as she sensually massaged her bare tits together. There was foreshadowing, and then there was this - McKinney's lethal breast smother was coming.
"No....too easy..." The blonde windedly huffed, scoffing at her downed opponent as she instead sank her talons into Katic's ruffled mane. With a venomous screech Charlotte hauled Stana up to her feet as if she were a weightless one hundred and twenty pounds, tucking the brunette's skull between her split legs much to the delight of the boisterous crowd who'd clearly been backing the blonde from the drop. Katic's verbal protests and squeals were muffled by McKinney's milky thighs tightening like a boa against her cheeks. With a wry smile sneaking across her face the blonde decided a thunderous knockout wasn't enough retribution for being stripped topless; leaning over Katic's bent frame and with two quick tugs, undid the drawstrings of the brunette's bikini top and bottoms, the sweat-soaked material sticking to skin for a moment before fluttering to the canvas.
In an effortless display of raw power and artful technique, Charlotte rotated Katic into a globally recognized position - the tombstone piledriver. Katic's long, lean legs folded limply over Charlotte's broad shoulders, the blonde impressively hugging Stana's slender waistline tight against her belly. Teetering on the brink of showmanship and exhaustion, Charlotte was forced to pull the string on the piledriver early, hammering the top of Stana's skull into the canvas below. Stana sickeningly flopped flat to her back, her limbs splayed spread eagle as you could hear a pin drop in the gym aside from the gurgling of Charlotte's first victim. Stana's bare chest strenuously rose and fell though her limbs were utterly motionless, her pert bosom violently twitching and quaking as a few periodic coughs and sputters assured Charlotte she was still breathing, though her smokey painted eyelids were glued shut. Charlotte sat on her haunches at the lifeless brunette's shoulders, drinking in the unconscious jiggling of bare flesh for a few seconds before leaning over her opponent's corpse. The blonde gently brushed her fingers over the brunette's neatly manicured bush, lingering between Stana's split legs before she hooked the inside of her bronzed thigh and hoisted her ankle all the way to her chin. Katic's bubbly behind perked straight up in the air as Charlotte made sure the 3-count was drawn out, only giving up the humiliating, bare-assed leg-spread pin when she was sure the CWF photographers in the front row had their magazine cover shot."
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Kate Upton
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: St. Joseph, Michigan
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Mandy Moore
Age: 33
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Nashua, New Hampshire
Kate Upton (68%) defeats Mandy Moore (32%)
"There was a stigma that came along with being the most successful bikini model on the planet; that she was little more than a big-titted blonde who'd get run out of the ring if she ever tried to fight. Her towering brunette opponent must have never gotten the memo that Kate broke that mold. Kate had taken Mandy apart, piece-by-piece, limb-by-limb. The brunette was practically in tears, huddle in a heap in the corner of the ring as Kate bare-chestedly paraded around the ring for a pre-victory lap. Practically the only "attack" Mandy had snuck into this brief contest was to snap the shoulder straps of Kate's heroic bra, freeing her massive orbs, though by her reaction Kate preferred the freedom. It was hardly worth the trouble, as Mandy's shocked reaction at having dismantled Kate's top allowed her to be hit with a paralyzing DDT that left her struggling to place one hand in front of the other as she crawled on all fours toward the ropes.
Once Kate wrapped up her gloating tour, she set her sights on the finishing the sputtering brunette. Tossing any semblance of caution to the wind, Kate plopped her full 140 pounds on the auburn-haired Mandy, snapping a pair of ruthless punches square into her mouth. Mandy dazedly dropped slack to the mat, gurgling as her eyes bulged, arms worthlessly flailing before settling on Kate's hips, though without purpose.
"Now, now, Mands...fair is fair!" Kate gleefully sang, effortlessly tearing the spandex sports bra Mandy was wearing right down the middle, allowing her fleshy pair to spill free. Before it could even register with the empty-headed brunette, Kate dropped fully prone and engulfed the sweaty facial features of her opponent with her heaving bosom. Mandy completely disappeared between the overflowing double-D's, her legs weakly pumping against the mat for no more than a few seconds before she fell completely still, counted out only once her split gams stopped wiggling."
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Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK
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Margot Robbie
Age: 27
Height: 5'6
Weight: 126 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Dalby, Australia
Margot Robbie (63%) defeats Keira Knightley (37%)
"The wiry brunette drunkenly retreated with heavy-heeled footsteps; the fact that she'd turned her back to the ravenous Aussie a sure sign she wasn't thinking clearly at this stage of the match. Keira had hung in long enough to give the bettors a scare, but the last few moments of action had made it clear that Margot outclassed her elder in every facet. Margot arrogantly stopped dead center of the ring with a stern expression on her face, reaching to tuck a few disheveled strands of silky blonde hair back into her tight-knit pony tail, allowing the staggered brunette to stumble and wind her way right back into Robbie's waiting arms.
With an artful lunge forward, the blonde took hold of Keira's slender throat with one hand, her fingers wrapping like a noose around her straining neck. The brunette's eyes daintily fluttered as her windpipe was sealed completely shut by Margot's grip, blubbering and wheezing for oxygen as Margot tossed Keira's off hand over her shoulder, sucked her tight enough to plant a dismissive kiss square on her forehead, then effortlessly lifted the 115 pound Brit off her feet. Keira's eyes bulged as she was hoisted two feet off the canvas, her tippy toes extending and wiggling for the mat but unable to find solid ground.
Before the brunette could so much as protest, Robbie pulled the ripcord, drilling the limp brunette through the mat with a brutal chokeslam. Keira's slender frame sickeningly trampolined off the mat before falling deathly still, all four limbs pointed to each corner of the ring. Eyes rolled into the back of her skull, mouth hung agape, Robbie knew the threat of a comeback had been snuffed out, purring as she placed a single forearm on the brunette's diminutive, convulsing bosom and scored the 3-count."
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Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York
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Taylor Swift
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 34A
Hometown: Reading, Pennsylvania
Michelle Trachtenberg (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)
"It seemed as though the entire arena, minus one person, was in utter shock at what they were seeing. The fight was no more than a few minutes old and from tape-to-tape, this had been a runaway. Taylor stumbled away from yet another empty-handed exchange blubbering as if she'd already thrown in the towel both physically and mentally, swaddling her milky white abdomen as Michelle looked on with venom dripping from her fangs. Taylor staggered clumsily toward the turnbuckle, unintentionally backing herself into a literal corner as the dark-haired brunette pressed her ever-present advantage. Michelle followed with a dismissive boot to Swift's backside, squealing as she clumsily sloshed into the corner turnbuckle, twisting to hit spine-first at the last possible second. Tay pleadingly extended a shaking hand between the two fighters, her other draped over the top rope as she pathetically mewled for mercy, but Michelle just seemed to stare right through her.
Taylor was passively compliant as Michelle confidently climbed up to the middle rope, straddling the blubbering blonde who appeared to be in no shape to put up a fight. Michelle gave Swift a foreboding wink as she clasped her hands at the base of her neck and launched herself backwards, tucking her knees to her chest as she went airborne. Michelle pulled the helpless blonde's face straight into her knees, their bodies exploding into a mangle of limbs as Michelle's shoulder blades hit the mat in a devastating double-knee drop. Swift lifelessly flopped to a stop flat on her stomach, head lulled to one side folded over her own arms. Michelle had hardly broken a sweat, seemingly all business as she rolled the gawky blonde to her back and swung a leg over Taylor's midsection for the 3-count.
"I'm putting every one of you on notice....this is piece #1 for my trophy case", Michelle scoffed into the nearest camera, awkwardly shimmying a limp Swift out of her diamond-studded bra and slinging it over her shoulder before dipping out of the ring."
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Hello all, I just wanted to quickly share with you guys a new site designed to piggyback off this ever-popular "finish-her" thread! I'll be putting out PPVs where the outcomes are determined via polls, and I want to showcase and share the excellent writing abilities of some of you guys. When I put out the PPV for voting, if a particular match-up catches your eye, I'll take any and all submissions of a little mini-recap of the finish (or full story if you want) and showcase them on the site along with FCF. It will be a great place for people to go to a fighter's page and see EVERY single "finish her" story ever written about her in league history. If you see fan favorite Kate Upton getting her ass kicked in the polls, write up a "finish her" style ending and either message me or add it to the thread. Once the polls lock, I'll roll out a PPV on the site with all the recap submissions I received (and write myself). The more submissions I get, the more amazing a read it will be for everyone, so y'all help me out with recap submissions!! I'm also more than happy to take roster and match-up suggestions, so let me hear those as well!
For listening to my sell job, here are the "finish her" recaps I wrote myself for the first PPV and a link to the blog :P
http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-1.html
Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=69181.0
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Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
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Charlotte McKinney
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 32F
Hometown: Orlando, Florida
Charlotte McKinney (60%) defeats Stana Katic (40%)
"Katic confidently stalked her blonde foe around the outskirts of the ring, as what had been an evenly-fought match started to slowly tip in the seemingly more fit brunette's favor. Charlotte's bared F-cups teardropped toward the floor as she continued to exhaustedly lead the brunette around the ropes, sputtering as she used the extended game of cat and mouse to pump some much needed oxygen back into her burning lungs. With a shrill squeal, Stana finally caught the clumsily retreating barbie, using a ruthless two-handed grip on the blonde's world-class locks to sling her into the far ropes.
The canvas quaked as Charlotte trampolined off the ropes, only as she recoiled toward the waiting Katic she was able to throttle-down and throw off Stana's rhythm, ducking under her reckless clothesline attempt and instead ripping a close-quarters knee into the brunette's slender waistline. Katic hoarsely wailed as the meaty strike sent her crumpling to one knee, a mouthful of drool sloshing to the canvas as her sweat-soaked tresses draped over her eyes. With a renewed and heightened sense of confidence, the busty blonde readied her unrivaled pair as the brunette continued to writhe on her knees, looking skyward to the endless rows of fans as she sensually massaged her bare tits together. There was foreshadowing, and then there was this - McKinney's lethal breast smother was coming.
"No....too easy..." The blonde windedly huffed, scoffing at her downed opponent as she instead sank her talons into Katic's ruffled mane. With a venomous screech Charlotte hauled Stana up to her feet as if she were a weightless one hundred and twenty pounds, tucking the brunette's skull between her split legs much to the delight of the boisterous crowd who'd clearly been backing the blonde from the drop. Katic's verbal protests and squeals were muffled by McKinney's milky thighs tightening like a boa against her cheeks. With a wry smile sneaking across her face the blonde decided a thunderous knockout wasn't enough retribution for being stripped topless; leaning over Katic's bent frame and with two quick tugs, undid the drawstrings of the brunette's bikini top and bottoms, the sweat-soaked material sticking to skin for a moment before fluttering to the canvas.
In an effortless display of raw power and artful technique, Charlotte rotated Katic into a globally recognized position - the tombstone piledriver. Katic's long, lean legs folded limply over Charlotte's broad shoulders, the blonde impressively hugging Stana's slender waistline tight against her belly. Teetering on the brink of showmanship and exhaustion, Charlotte was forced to pull the string on the piledriver early, hammering the top of Stana's skull into the canvas below. Stana sickeningly flopped flat to her back, her limbs splayed spread eagle as you could hear a pin drop in the gym aside from the gurgling of Charlotte's first victim. Stana's bare chest strenuously rose and fell though her limbs were utterly motionless, her pert bosom violently twitching and quaking as a few periodic coughs and sputters assured Charlotte she was still breathing, though her smokey painted eyelids were glued shut. Charlotte sat on her haunches at the lifeless brunette's shoulders, drinking in the unconscious jiggling of bare flesh for a few seconds before leaning over her opponent's corpse. The blonde gently brushed her fingers over the brunette's neatly manicured bush, lingering between Stana's split legs before she hooked the inside of her bronzed thigh and hoisted her ankle all the way to her chin. Katic's bubbly behind perked straight up in the air as Charlotte made sure the 3-count was drawn out, only giving up the humiliating, bare-assed leg-spread pin when she was sure the CWF photographers in the front row had their magazine cover shot."
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Kate Upton
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: St. Joseph, Michigan
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Mandy Moore
Age: 33
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Nashua, New Hampshire
Kate Upton (68%) defeats Mandy Moore (32%)
"There was a stigma that came along with being the most successful bikini model on the planet; that she was little more than a big-titted blonde who'd get run out of the ring if she ever tried to fight. Her towering brunette opponent must have never gotten the memo that Kate broke that mold. Kate had taken Mandy apart, piece-by-piece, limb-by-limb. The brunette was practically in tears, huddle in a heap in the corner of the ring as Kate bare-chestedly paraded around the ring for a pre-victory lap. Practically the only "attack" Mandy had snuck into this brief contest was to snap the shoulder straps of Kate's heroic bra, freeing her massive orbs, though by her reaction Kate preferred the freedom. It was hardly worth the trouble, as Mandy's shocked reaction at having dismantled Kate's top allowed her to be hit with a paralyzing DDT that left her struggling to place one hand in front of the other as she crawled on all fours toward the ropes.
Once Kate wrapped up her gloating tour, she set her sights on the finishing the sputtering brunette. Tossing any semblance of caution to the wind, Kate plopped her full 140 pounds on the auburn-haired Mandy, snapping a pair of ruthless punches square into her mouth. Mandy dazedly dropped slack to the mat, gurgling as her eyes bulged, arms worthlessly flailing before settling on Kate's hips, though without purpose.
"Now, now, Mands...fair is fair!" Kate gleefully sang, effortlessly tearing the spandex sports bra Mandy was wearing right down the middle, allowing her fleshy pair to spill free. Before it could even register with the empty-headed brunette, Kate dropped fully prone and engulfed the sweaty facial features of her opponent with her heaving bosom. Mandy completely disappeared between the overflowing double-D's, her legs weakly pumping against the mat for no more than a few seconds before she fell completely still, counted out only once her split gams stopped wiggling."
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Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK
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Margot Robbie
Age: 27
Height: 5'6
Weight: 126 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Dalby, Australia
Margot Robbie (63%) defeats Keira Knightley (37%)
"The wiry brunette drunkenly retreated with heavy-heeled footsteps; the fact that she'd turned her back to the ravenous Aussie a sure sign she wasn't thinking clearly at this stage of the match. Keira had hung in long enough to give the bettors a scare, but the last few moments of action had made it clear that Margot outclassed her elder in every facet. Margot arrogantly stopped dead center of the ring with a stern expression on her face, reaching to tuck a few disheveled strands of silky blonde hair back into her tight-knit pony tail, allowing the staggered brunette to stumble and wind her way right back into Robbie's waiting arms.
With an artful lunge forward, the blonde took hold of Keira's slender throat with one hand, her fingers wrapping like a noose around her straining neck. The brunette's eyes daintily fluttered as her windpipe was sealed completely shut by Margot's grip, blubbering and wheezing for oxygen as Margot tossed Keira's off hand over her shoulder, sucked her tight enough to plant a dismissive kiss square on her forehead, then effortlessly lifted the 115 pound Brit off her feet. Keira's eyes bulged as she was hoisted two feet off the canvas, her tippy toes extending and wiggling for the mat but unable to find solid ground.
Before the brunette could so much as protest, Robbie pulled the ripcord, drilling the limp brunette through the mat with a brutal chokeslam. Keira's slender frame sickeningly trampolined off the mat before falling deathly still, all four limbs pointed to each corner of the ring. Eyes rolled into the back of her skull, mouth hung agape, Robbie knew the threat of a comeback had been snuffed out, purring as she placed a single forearm on the brunette's diminutive, convulsing bosom and scored the 3-count."
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Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York
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Taylor Swift
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 34A
Hometown: Reading, Pennsylvania
Michelle Trachtenberg (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)
"It seemed as though the entire arena, minus one person, was in utter shock at what they were seeing. The fight was no more than a few minutes old and from tape-to-tape, this had been a runaway. Taylor stumbled away from yet another empty-handed exchange blubbering as if she'd already thrown in the towel both physically and mentally, swaddling her milky white abdomen as Michelle looked on with venom dripping from her fangs. Taylor staggered clumsily toward the turnbuckle, unintentionally backing herself into a literal corner as the dark-haired brunette pressed her ever-present advantage. Michelle followed with a dismissive boot to Swift's backside, squealing as she clumsily sloshed into the corner turnbuckle, twisting to hit spine-first at the last possible second. Tay pleadingly extended a shaking hand between the two fighters, her other draped over the top rope as she pathetically mewled for mercy, but Michelle just seemed to stare right through her.
Taylor was passively compliant as Michelle confidently climbed up to the middle rope, straddling the blubbering blonde who appeared to be in no shape to put up a fight. Michelle gave Swift a foreboding wink as she clasped her hands at the base of her neck and launched herself backwards, tucking her knees to her chest as she went airborne. Michelle pulled the helpless blonde's face straight into her knees, their bodies exploding into a mangle of limbs as Michelle's shoulder blades hit the mat in a devastating double-knee drop. Swift lifelessly flopped to a stop flat on her stomach, head lulled to one side folded over her own arms. Michelle had hardly broken a sweat, seemingly all business as she rolled the gawky blonde to her back and swung a leg over Taylor's midsection for the 3-count.
"I'm putting every one of you on notice....this is piece #1 for my trophy case", Michelle scoffed into the nearest camera, awkwardly shimmying a limp Swift out of her diamond-studded bra and slinging it over her shoulder before dipping out of the ring."
great stories, noticed your site doesn't have Elizabeth Olsen there, i think she would make a great rival for Margot Robbie, they are pretty much equal in size and height, would be a great fight if someone wrote it
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Taylor...Trachtenberg/Knightley would make for a great match up. I'm just sayin'. ;)
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Taylor...Trachtenberg/Knightley would make for a great match up. I'm just sayin'. ;)
After the way Michelle trounced Tay Swift in the polls, Keira would have her work cut out for her! I?ll get it on the next PPV for ya :)
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Kaley Cuoco vs Leighton Meester
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Kaley let out a sharp yelp as a jolt shot from her tailbone up her spine. As she moaned in pain, Leighton gave a sinister smirk, her steely legs wrapped tight around the seated blonde's waist, while from behind her, Meester's hand held tight to Cuoco's flaxen mane.
"You got a good bounce on that one," the brunette purred. "Shall we try for a better one?" "No, no, noooooooo!" Kaley pleaded as her body was lifted up off of the floor by the power of her opponent's legs, only to bring her crashing back down with a keister bump (or "Meester Bump" as Leighton demands it be called), her rear end thumping to the floor, leaving her dazed from the pain.
And for a third time, the brunette lifted her rival up, and then brought her agonizingly down, beads of sweat spraying from her battered body with the impact. Kaley's eyes glazed over as she whined in anguish. Suddenly, Leighton threw herself to her right, her legs still wrapped tight around the blonde's midsection, causing them both to roll over; Meester was on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, while Cuoco was turned upside down, her shoulders pressed to the carpet while her legs and rear end dangled in the air. "One...two...three!" the brunette called out, signifying a pin. Of course, pins don't count in a catfight, but Leighton wanted to show Kaley...and the elite spectators...just how helpless she was, that she could finish the blonde off any time she wished.
One of the spectators, clearly besotted with the icily gorgeous brunette, urged, "Finish her!", and Leighton decided that was a delicious idea.
Unwrapping her legs from her adversary, the brunette rose to her feet, bent down, and grabbed the groaning blonde by her hair to haul her up as well. But even as Cuoco became vertical, a spark of fire ignited in her glassy eyes, and she suddenly drove a knife hand thrust of her fingers into Meester's solar plexus, startling Leighton, who gave a quick gasp of pain. A heartbeat later, the veteran brawler drove her right palm up against her foe's chin, snapping the brunette's head back violently. Pressing her sudden advantage, the blonde spun around, turning her back to Leighton, and reached up and back with her hands, grabbing two fistfuls of chestnut mane. For a moment it looked as if Cuoco planned to snap mare her opponent over, but suddenly the blonde dropped to her knees, pulling Meester down with her, until Leighton's jaw cracked against her shoulder with a stunner.
The hold on her hair released, Leighton melted to the carpet with a moan, while Kaley swayed uncertainly on her knees, the sudden exertions nearly overwhelming her faded reserves of strength. This pause in the action gave the brunette precious seconds to try and recover, so that when Cuoco finally did turn around on all fours to face her foe, Meester was already sitting up. Like snarling hellcats they flung themselves at one another, rolling back and forth across the carpet, legs entwined as hands yanked hair, fingers dug into flesh, teeth snapped. Ultimately, Kaley was able to bang the back of Leighton's head against the floor several times, momentarily stunning her.
Those moments were all Kaley, adrenaline now pumping, needed. Climbing up to her feet, she pulled her opponent up by an arm and her hair, then slipped behind the brunette, where she wrapped her arms tight around Leighton's belly. As Meester came out of her stupor, the blonde hissed into her ear, "What do you say we see just how high you can bounce, sweetcheeks?" The brunette's frightened eyes went wide as saucers as she began to beg, "No, don't, please...!"
But her pleas fell on deaf ears as, with a loud grunt, Kaley hoisted her adversary up high, then brought her back down...with Leighton's rear end slamming into Cuoco's knee for an atomic drop! Simultaneously, the blonde opened her arms, and the impact sent Meester flying forward...and crashing atop her 'ringside' admirer with such force, the impact knocked his chair backward, sending the two of them crashing to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs, much to the amusement of the other spectators.
Grabbing the badly dazed brunette by the ankles, Cuoco dragged her across the carpet to the center of the room, where she flipped her over onto her back. Leighton moaned and squirmed feebly as Kaley planted a foot across her throat and pressed down long enough to drive the embattled brunette into semi-consciousness, and defeat.
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Sofia closed in on the rapidly fading Kaley. She finished ripping of the final shreds of Kaley's red outfit and didn't stop tearing away until even the blonde's underwear was on the floor.
"So you think you're the biggest star on television, do you?" Sofia screamed at her sniveling foe. "You think you can just walk up and punch me and I will fall? Huh? You think that? Do you?" She punctuated each question with a solid punch to Kaley's naked body.
The blonde star was on her way out but Sofia still managed to land one more cracking right hook on Kaley's chin. Her big eyes crossed, her tongue lolled out and she gave a little "Oooo" before collapsing in a heap at Sofia's feet.
"I will keep these rags from this second rate skank!" Sofia snapped as she turned on her heel and stalked away proudly. Kaley was out cold but her long legs still twitched as her eyes stared up blankly at the ceiling.
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Rose Bertram vs Kaley Cuoco
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Kaley doubled over, gasping heavily for breath, courtesy of her opponent's knee lift to the belly. After such a long and grueling match, Rose knew she had victory within her grasp, and she did not hesitate to try and seize it.
This being the blonde Belgian beauty's first American catfight, she knew she'd make the biggest impression with a spectacular finish. Having watched U.S. pro wrestling, she thought that the piledriver would be easy enough to do, while also wiping out her adversary. So, Bertram grabbed Cuoco's hair and pulled the American's head down between her thighs, then leaned over and wrapped her arms around her waist. Kaley whined in distress when she realized what her opponent has in mind, but she's still too dazed to pull free.
With a loud grunt, Rose hoists Kaley up, holding the American vertical for a long moment, before suddenly dropping down to her butt. But this is where execution falls short of intention. Not being trained in applying the piledriver, Bertram fails to make certain her victim's head remains firmly between her thighs. The result is that Cuoco thrashes enough to pull her head free, so that Rose takes the full impact (with the weight of both women behind it) through her own tailbone, sending a jolt of agony right up her spine.
The Belgian squeals and flops to her side, her hands clutching at her aching read end. Kaley pushes up to all fours and crawls over to her opponent. Balling her fist, she lands three quick blows to Rose's head, stunning her. Adrenaline pumping, Cuoco climbs to her feet, grabs Bertram by her flaxen mane, and hauls her up as well. She then doubles the other blonde over and pushes Rose's head between her thighs. "Now this is how you do a piledriver, sweetie," Kaley rasps. "Take notes, because there will be a test later."
With an Amazonian roar, the American lifts her adversary up, holding her straight up and down for several heartbeats, Rose's feet pointing to the ceiling. Kaley then drops down, making certain her foe's head remains tightly between her thighs. The end result sees the crown of Rose's head spiking painfully into the floor. She is unconscious before her lush body flops to the carpet.
Victorious, Kaley stands up and plants a foot on her beaten opponent and basks in the applause of the spectators.
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Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg: Santa's Elf Match
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Snow swirled outside the windows of the penthouse high above Manhattan, but the real storm raged between its walls, as arch-rivals Amanda and Michelle, each garbed in Christmas raiment, battled one another for the title of 'Santa's Best Elf'.
As with their past battles, the two beauties were too evenly matched for one to dominate the other, so the brawl see-sawed back and forth between them, until now they battled exhaustion as much as one another. At the moment, they were both on the floor, subjecting each other to dual ankle locks, while simultaneously trying to choke each other by pressing their free foot against their rival's throat. As Trachtenberg and Seyfriend alternately grunted and gasped, it was becoming obvious that they could not continue this way, or else they would both pass out.
It was Amanda who acted first, pulling her foot off of Michelle's throat, only to them slam a kick into her face. The brunette's eyes instantly went glassy as she gave a pained moan, but within instants she rallied herself and replied with a kick of her own to the blonde's face. And so they battled, still agonizingly twisting each other's ankle, while with their other leg they lashed out again and again, smashing kicks into faces and heads.
But it wasn't long before Michelle was landing two kicks to every one of Amanda's, and then three. Seyfried's blows grew weaker and erratic, her green eyes glazed and unfocused. And then with a loud sigh she fell to her back, releasing her ankle hold. Trachtenberg, likewise sore and dazed, shook her head to clear away some of the fog. Releasing her own anklehold, she got to all fours and crawled over to her nemesis, sitting atop her chest and facing the blonde's legs, which she then grabbed and lifted. Michelle then wriggled herself backward, until her red satin-covered derriere nestled firmly over Seyfried's face, her mini-skirt draping over the blonde's head like a shroud of defeat. As she smothered her hated rival with a facesit, the brunette gave a wide smile and began to recite, "You know Dancer and Prancer, Comet and Vixen..."; Amanda's muffled cries seemed to answer her: "MMMMFFFFF! MMMMFFFFFF! UUMMMMFFFFF! MMMMFFFFHHHH!" Seyfried's body then ceased its squirming and went limp, proclaiming her surrender to unconsciousness.
Tilting her head to the gathering of enraptured spectators, Michelle said with a joyous twinkle in her eye, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
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Just wanted to share the "finish her" style recaps I wrote for the second Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPV as well as a link to the blog. Special thanks to tiger76 for the submission as well, enjoy the stories! As always, I'm more than happy to take match-up suggestions, so let me hear those as well!
http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-2.html
Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=69360.0
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Scarlett Johansson
Age: 33
Height: 5'4
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32DD
Hometown: Manhattan, New York City, New York
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Megan Fox
Age: 31
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Oak Ridge, Tennessee
Scarlett Johansson (62%) defeats Megan Fox (38%)
"The sultry blonde was operating meticulously, seemingly re-energized by every throaty cry and moan of her raven-haired opponent. A slow starter, but she'd more than made up for it with an unstoppable snowball of momentum. Scarlett pressed the bare-assed Foxy into the corner turnbuckle, her bottoms long gone thanks to a flick of Scarlett's wrist that sent them slingshotting into the crowd, savoring the mouthwatering view as she split Megan's legs and draped each of her bronzed thighs over opposing middle ropes. Strung up and helpless to retaliate, Megan pleadingly extended an unsteady hand and mewled for mercy, her other palm cupping her vulnerable, spread mound. Through the crooks in her fingers however, the thin landing strip shaven just above Megan's bare cxnt was still peeking through, acting as a perfect mark for the retreating Scarlett.
With a furious cry Scarlett crow-hopped forward and slung her foot between Megan's spread legs, an explosion of flesh-on-flesh erupting as Fox let out a horrified squeal. The tatted brunette melted to the canvas face first, folding over at the waist as her lithe frame unraveled from between her rubber shackles. Megan coughed and sputtered as her uncontrollable twisting and writhing brought her to her backside, peeling her eyes open to see an even more devastating sight; Scarlett's milky orbs closing in over her pained face.
The blonde willingly shimmied out of her cherry red sports bra, allowing her heaving bosom to spill free before dropping to her knees at Megan's shoulders. With an indelible smile and before Fox could even open her mouth to squeal, the blonde's DD's completely engulfed Megan's head. Johansson's fleshy pair mushroomed against the brunette's bucking form, her yelps and shouts almost inaudible through the blonde's chest. Scarlett was merciless, cradling the back of Megan's skull and sucking her even further between her cleavage in an unbreakable reverse breast smother. Megan's legs pumped desperately against the mat, fingers tangling in silky blonde locks but never challenging Scarlett's resolve. Foxy finally began to slow after a few breathless moments in Scarlett's iron-clad breast smother; her concerted efforts to squirm free slowly growing more and more uncoordinated before stopping altogether as her four limbs fell limp in unison. As Megan began to twitch and spasm into unconsciousness, Scarlett finally found it fit to raise off her lifeless foe, revealing the sweat-soaked features of the beaten brunette. As the elongated 3-count rang out, Scarlett sensually slithered over Fox, delicately brushing her fingers up and down Megan's laboriously-rising abdomen, grazing over her naval before tracing her bare cxnt. Without so much as a word of celebration, Scarlett bent down and laid a gentle kiss on Megan's forehead before raising both arms in victory."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York
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Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK
Michelle Trachtenberg (60%) defeats Keira Knightley (40%)
"The entire ring was still violently quaking as the battered Brit lie face down on the mat, arms awkwardly folded up beneath her slight frame, the only hint of movement being the jiggle of her plump derri?re twitching in unison with the springy canvas. Michelle exhaustedly picked herself up from alongside Knightley with a noticeable grimace, struggling much more to put away the wiry brunette even after landing a brutal DDT that nearly spiked the Brit's skull through the canvas.
With a sluggish shove, Michelle sloshed the staggered Knightley to her back, her limbs flopping spread eagle with a gutteral groan as she rolled over. The brunette's fluttering eyes were met with a disgruntled scoff from Michelle, knowing she had to dig even deeper to finish this even if the last few moments had been one-sided. Michelle knelt over an already stark nude Knightley on her haunches, dismissively planting a stabilizing hand on one of the brunette's diminutive breasts as if she knew Knightley's chances in this fight were behind her.
Once she caught her breath, Michelle slung one of her toned legs over Keira's fragile frame, straddling the motionless Brit as she blankly stared up into the rafters. With verbose encouragement from those looking on, Michelle sat back and eclipsed Keira's expressionless face with her bubbly ass, wiggling and grinding her backside over the Brit's nose and mouth as Keira suddenly sprang back to life. The desperate revival was short-lived however, as the brunette's token resistance was quickly quelled and snuffed out by Michelle's fleshy reverse schoolgirl face-sit. Michelle could hardly be bothered with the Brit's squirming, cupping each of Keira's pert breasts and riding out the frenzied bucking until she sputtered to a stop. Michelle gave her pommel horse one last sensual grind of her hips before sliding off the unconscious Brit, scooping up her loose top and bottoms off the canvas before adding them to Swift's in her trophy case."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Michelle Trachtenberg (60%) defeats Keira Knightley (40%)
"Keira must have thought she was entering a beauty contest not a wrestling match,the English rose was adorned with earrings and jewellery,as catcalls greeted her ring walk by the mainly American audience,her 32A breasts spilling out of her tight black dress her dark brown hair hung loosely,"WHERE'S THIS YANKEE BITCH WHO'S ASS I'M GONNA KICK TONIGHT" yelled the Brit entering the ring,this outburst brought more booing from the home fans"i'm right here you limey tart" and Michelle emerged from the crowd in sexy lingerie her blue eyes staring intently at Keira"this is my turf KeiK and your pathetic Brit ass will be getting spanked tonight" the crowd roared at this and Michelle entered the ring "come on then" she challenged Keira to a test of strength with a fingerlock,Keira was reluctant to engage given Michelle's weight advantage,but couldn't be seen to refuse so finally raised her arms,despite Keira's frantic efforts Michelle easily pushed the Briton backwards and then slowly down towards the ring floor,realising she was outgunned Keira tried to dis-engage but Michelle had too firm a grip on her wrists which were being bent painfully "never mind Beckham" joked the New Yorker "bend it like Mich" finally Keira managed to escape this hold,but her respite was short as Mich resorted to old-school tactics and yanked Keira by her hair dragging her towards the ropes,Keira's mammeries were bouncing out of her tight outfit,giving the devilish Michelle an idea she placed Keira's tits on the middle rope and proceeded to run the full length of the ring rubbing Keira's breasts against the tough material "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHH" screeched Keira her tits starting to bleed from this punishment,the crowd roared their approval "ENCORE,ENCORE,ENCORE" they urged "got to please my audience K" and a smirking Michelle repeated the move,by the time she had finished Kiera was a sobbing wreck her dress had ripped her tits were bleeding heavily and her manicured brown mane was tangled and sweating "HAD ENOUGH BITCH"demanded Mich,Keira was too breathless too answer "YOU WANT MORE BITCH OK!" Michelle eyed her stricken foe who was sobbing seated in the ring holding her throbbing tits,"hum" mused the American "that pretty face of yours could do with a makeover" and she nailed the Brit with three haymakers,Keira could do nothing but sink to the canvas prone,somehow she was still conscious but her pretty features were no more,she sported a busted lip and her dark brown eyes were swelling,"time for a finale" Michelle clapped to the crowd and they responded eagerly "now you pathetic Brit let me show you some real tits",and Michelle unhooked her lingerie revealing her 32B bust which she proceeded to plant on Keira's sobbing face easily smothering the wimpering Briton with her breasts,Keira briefly resisted attempting to kick her legs but Michelle was much too strong and soon Keira was in dreamland,Michelle couldn't leave without stripping the tattered remains of Keira's dress and throwing the garment into the raucous audience "USA!USA!USA!" they chorused as Michelle posed for her victory pose atop the now comatosed Keira her blue eyes gleaming."
- Submission by tiger76
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Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
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Lindsay Lohan
Age: 31
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32D
Hometown: New York City, New York
Lindsay Lohan (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)
"Lindsay slouched exhaustedly against the corner turnbuckle; an arm slung over the top rope as her tousled crimson locks concealed the look of agony etched across her twisted face, her mammoth pair freely teardropping toward the canvas. Katic's wiry, bronzed frame was a stark contrast to the milky curves of her opponent; confidently puffing out her pert chest as she towered over the defunct redhead, dangling what was left of Lindsay's jet black bra out in front of her chin. All the redhead could muster was an unconvincing snarl, scoffing at Katic's playful taunt at having leveled the playing field, both women's tops now littering the ring floor.
Katic had been surgical; she had to be given her age. On the other hand, no one would mistake Lohan for a singles hitter, recklessly going for the homerun knockout at every opportunity and too-routinely grasping at air. Before Lindsay could find her second (or third) wind, the brunette was once again a half-step ahead; craning one of her pendulous gams up into Lindsay's windpipe. The redhead bucked and spasmed for oxygen, gagging as Katic planted the arch of her foot just below her chin and threatened to submit the shorter Lohan with the Keibler special - a brutal corner leg choke. Stana began to aggressively inch forward and dig into the choke as Lindsay desperately squirmed to slip free, her tippy toes pedaling nothing but air as the small of her back arched over the top of the steel turnbuckle.
With Katic nearly doing a full split, the seemingly impossible happened. Whether it was a dexterous reach by the redhead or simply a blunder on Stana's part in moving too close, Lindsay's frantic reaching finally hit paydirt. The brunette suddenly let out a shrill squeal as Lohan's prying fingers found the crotch of Stana's bikini bottoms, viciously ripping the stretchy lycra material toward her in a frontal wedgie. Stana's legs seemed to instantly go weak, her thighs pinching shut as she aborted the chokehold and instead began to gingerly claw at Lohan's devious deathgrip. Lindsay continued to tug and twist, mercilessly splitting Katic's quaking thighs with the unforgiving spandex. With an ear-splitting *rip*, the material finally gave way, the crotch of Stana's bottoms shredding in Lindsay's palm.
Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes as the brunette pirhouette away from the cackling redhead, gently cupping her bare crotch in crippling agony as she rudderlessly stumbled toward the center of the ring. Sensing the finish line, Lohan leapt toward Katic; hopping onto the brunette's turned back and snaking her forearm around Stana's delicate neck. Katic began to throatily gurgle as Lindsay's boa-like grip tightened; drunkenly stumbling backwards before careening into the ropes, all while prying helplessly at Lohan's sweaty forearms. Lindsay clung to the listless brunette like a shawl, completely draping herself over Stana's shoulders until finally her knees buckled under their combined weight. Stana collapsed to her knees with a canvas-quaking *thud* before falling backwards into Lindsay's lap, her eyelashes subtly fluttering as a stream of drool sloshed across the redhead's locked wrists. Feeling her own strength rapidly fading, Lohan attempted to evolve the submission hold to one more devastating; looping her heels around the insides of Stana's thighs and prying her legs apart, simultaneously upping the rib-crushing pressure she was putting on the brunette's slender midsection. Katic's thoughtless squirming lasted only a few more anxious moments, gently pawing at Lindsay's wrists as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her nude, lanky frame beginning to sickeningly convulse in Lindsay's lap. All four limbs finally fell slack, spread eagle against the mat as Lohan made sure to wring her neck once more before dismissively slinging her to the mat. Stana flopped motionless to her backside, no more than a crumpled heap of bare flesh as Lindsay rose to her feet and victoriously planted her foot on the brunette's bare mound for a 3-count.
"Nada-and fucking-TWO! Can't hang with the big girls, can you Katic?!" Lindsay venomously barked, staring side-eyed at the twitching brunette before grinding her heel between Stana's spread legs and dipping out of the ring."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Alison Brie
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Hollywood, Los Angeles, California
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Emma Watson
Age: 27
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Paris, France
Emma Watson (53%) defeats Alison Brie (47%)
"The two pocket-sized sluggers stood dead center of the ring trading stomach-churning strikes; a piercing uppercut to the brunette's taut belly, a fleshy knee to the redhead's rib cage, a bone-rattling elbow to Alie's hanging jaw. Emma stalked after the reeling brunette, tugging her close by the waistband of Brie's offset bottoms as the slack-jawed Alison drunkenly retreated clutching her chin. The preceeding action could be separated by the width of a postcard as two of America's Sweethearts jostled for position in the proverbial rankings.
Emma stood on the edge of a razorblade as far as momentum was concerned in this topsy-turvy match, wrangling the hunched brunette by a handful of her scraggly pony tail and tucking her rosy cheeks between her thighs. Emma finally cracked a wry smile through exhausted panting for oxygen, giving her bubbly derri?re a playful shake as the hapless brunette's skull remained trapped between her toned thighs.
Despite being in prime powerbomb position, the redhead couldn't even muster that much; instead simply pulling the floor out from the resigned Brie. Alison's cranium rattled face-first off the canvas as Emma's lower half went limp and she dropped to her knees, the brunette's limbs exploding outward and splaying out to all four corners of the ring. Emma laboriously rolled the brunette to her backside to reveal Brie out cold, eyes rolled into the back of her skull as Emma went for the pin; affectionately concealing a minor wardrobe malfunction with a full-body cover for the 3-count."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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A Trachs two-fer? Heavenly! My thanks to you both, and I can't wait to see the next round of matches. ;D
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that megan fox one is a hall of famer
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Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter
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Abigail careened the length of the ring, propelled by her opponent's Irish whip. As her body turns around, it's her spine that takes the brutal impact as she smashes into the turnbuckles. Stunned, arms draped over the top ropes, the blonde stares glassy-eyed at Ariel.
From the opposite corner, the brunette gives a smirking half-smile, and then charges toward her rival with all of the speed and power she can muster. As she nears her target, she suddenly leaves her feet, leaping forward, chest thrust out like twin wrecking balls of destruction. Her breasts slam into those of Breslin like sledgehammers, the crushing impact drawing loud grunts from both battlers.
The blonde's eyes go vacant, indicating that she is, for all intents and purposes, KO'd, although she still stands...however shakily...in the corner. But the impact has done its damage on Winter as well; although she retains consciousness, her legs can't take the strain of staying upright. They crumple, and she lands on her rear end, looking up at her battered adversary.
But the visage of triumph on Ariel's face turns to panic as she suddenly sees the devastatingly dazed Abigail pitch forward like a felled redwood. Breslin's body lands squarely upon Winter's, the knocked out blonde pure dead weight, their breasts pancaking together. Ariel squirms frantically beneath her nemesis, but lacks the power to throw her off. All she can do is wail "NO! NOOO!" NOOOOOOOOOOO!" as the referee slaps his hand to the canvas three times, awarding the match to Breslin by pinfall!
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Diana Argon vs Kaley Cuoco: Battle for the New Year
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Fireworks erupted over Manhattan as the clock struck midnight, but the real pyrotechnics were happening withing the walls of a penthouse high above 5th Avenue.
The two blondes were back to back, chests heaving as they panted for breath, their skin glistening with perspiration, their hair disheveled, and their designer cocktail dresses torn to tatters. Diana reached her arms up and back, clasping her hands beneath her opponent's chin for a chin lock. As Argon suddenly dropped to her knees, pulling the still-standing Kaley backward, arching her spine to an agonizing degree, Cuoco let out a sharp groan of pain. The sound of her rival's anguish brought a mischievous sneer to Diana's face. She was winning, she knew it, and it wouldn't be long now before victory was hers.
Kaley knew it as well; it had been a hard-fought battle for nearly thirty full minutes, with both blondes evenly matched. But for the past five minutes, the advantage had been entirely Argon's, and she was simply out-wrestling Cuocco. If the embattled beauty had any remaining hope of turning the tide and triumphing, she knew she had to do something drastic...and quickly!
Grabbing tight to the wrists of her tormentor, Kaley planted her feet firmly to the floor..and then suddenly executed a backflip, her curvaceous body arcing gracefully through the air, until it nearly completed a 360? rotation. What brought it to a halt was Cuoco slamming her feet into her bewildered adversary's torso, sending Diana flat onto her back, stunned.
Standing over her rival, Kaley now began to stomp her foot again and again down upon Argon's belly, breasts and face, smashing her into a deep daze. Once she was satisfied that Diana was pounded to the point of haplessness, Cuoco halted. She bent forward a bit, placing her hands on her knees as she gulped into air, taking a few moments to catch her wind and rally her fading vestiges of strength for the finale.
That came by dropping to her knees, shoving the moaning Argon over onto her belly, mounting her back, and locking a Camel Clutch on her. The sharp crackle of pain to her neck and spine shocked Diana from her stupor, but she was too battered and spent to offer any resistance greater than loud sobs. After what must have seemed like an agonizing eternity to the poor girl...but in truth was barely a minute...Diana cried out, "NO MORE! I SUBMIT! LET ME GO!"
With a smug grin on her face, Kaley released her hold, but remained seated upon her vanquished opponent. Brushing an errant lock of hair away from her face, Cuoco beamed with pride as a sash bearing 2018 across it was placed around her, and she was declared Celeb Catfighter of the New Year!
Happy New Year to one and all!
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Awww, Diana :(
Great work as always, JackFlash! What a way to bring in the new year! :D
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Emma Watson vs. Kristen Stewart
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New year, same results between the two bitter rivals. Emma yet again challenged her arch nemesis to a bout, hoping to kick off 2018 riding high and basking in triumph, only for Kristen to crash her party like she's done so many times before. Stewart would zero in on specifically Watson's purposely exposed mid-section with a barrage of gut punches, stomach strikes and tummy takedowns. Even after disrobing Emma's already skimpy outfit down even further to her bra and panties after ripping her jean jacket away and yanking her short shorts down and off, Kristen remained lazer-focused on her opponents soft and yielding belly as if it was her own personal punching bag.
After a methodical and merciless pounding Kristen decided to go in for the kill. Squashing Emma never got old for her and even still in 2018, it felt just as good as the first time she whipped Watson's skinny little English ass around the ring years before and since. Stewart crotched down in the corner and waited for a disoriented Watson to turn around on wobbly legs before shooting out towards her like a cannon and connecting her front shoulder with Watson's caved in tummy for a ring-shaking spear that almost snapped Emma completely in half. As if that wasn't enough, which it was most certainly was to end the match but not quite sufficient enough for Stewart's insatiable thrist for Watson's blood, Kristen was to add one more exclamation point on her victory. With Emma spread-eagled and knocked out, Kristen quickly climbed up the turnbuckle, motioned to the roaring crowd and jumped high in the air cocking her elbow out and driving it right down onto Emma's stomach! It was a perfect bullseye by Stewart as the impact from the elbow drop caused Emma's upper body and limbs to flop up and back down to the mat; her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
Kristen got up to her feet and proceeded to actually waltz right atop her flattened foe with one foot on that beyond abused belly and her other foot plopped right on Emma's zonked out face for a sensational victory pose; camera flashes across the arena all documenting Kristen's domination of Emma for seemingly the hundredth time.
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Not sure why, but I'VE always thought of Stewart as kind of a "snake" who'd be dangerous in a fight, while poor Emma comes across as a sweetheart who couldn't hurt a fly. (Based in the results of most of the stories about them, I seem to be in the majority!)
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Not sure why, but I'VE always thought of Stewart as kind of a "snake" who'd be dangerous in a fight, while poor Emma comes across as a sweetheart who couldn't hurt a fly. (Based in the results of most of the stories about them, I seem to be in the majority!)
Boooooo to this. Emma stronger than people think, and despite the fact she's a sweethaert, people forget that there have been strong faces in fighting. To be frank, I'm not a fan of this recent trend of Emma being a creampuff, and while I dont mind her losing, her being a jobber is intolerable to me. I just might have to do something about it....
Also, the results between Kristen and Emma have been more even in general (a good thing in my opinion for a good rivarly, we dont want to Dawn Marie, Torrie Wilson it after all), so I'm not sure you're in the majority.
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...Emma stronger than people think, and despite the fact she's a sweethaert, people forget that there have been strong faces in fighting. To be frank, I'm not a fan of this recent trend of Emma being a creampuff, and while I dont mind her losing, her being a jobber is intolerable to me. ...
... the results between Kristen and Emma have been more even in general (a good thing in my opinion for a good rivarly, we dont want to Dawn Marie, Torrie Wilson it after all)...
NOTE: After I deleted (...) all the stuff that wasn't flattering to ME, there wasn't much left!!! (LOL) But AKMaster makes an EXCELLENT point. (Once you accept the "Emma's not a creampuff" tone of his post) it IS vitally important to - pick your sport - that the STRONG teams have someone who can be perceived by the fans - rightly or wrongly - as a legitimate threat to their hegemony.
(Whether or not Emma fills this niche for Kristen is a point that could, and possibly will, be endlessly debated.)
Although there are those (myself included) who are not totally convinced Kristen Stewart is, or ever will be, the New York Yankees... even Stewart needs someone to push her to be "all she can be" (props to the US Army recruiting office for that!).
(Point of information: if you don't get my New York Yankee reference, do what I did... GOOGLE "Most dominant teams in sports history"... THEN skip the ones you've never heard of or considered.. until you find one that rivals "the US Women's basketball team" and pick that!
I chose the NY Yankees because: a) I'm from New England and we all grew up hating on the Yankees; b) I don't know (bleep) about Euro Soccer; and c) I figured most of youse GUYS would've heard of the Yankees, even if you ARE Euro-trash... if not in fact, in spirit. SO I went with Yankees!
(go to GOOGLE and search for "so sue me!")
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...Emma stronger than people think, and despite the fact she's a sweethaert, people forget that there have been strong faces in fighting. To be frank, I'm not a fan of this recent trend of Emma being a creampuff, and while I dont mind her losing, her being a jobber is intolerable to me. ...
... the results between Kristen and Emma have been more even in general (a good thing in my opinion for a good rivarly, we dont want to Dawn Marie, Torrie Wilson it after all)...
NOTE: After I deleted (...) all the stuff that wasn't flattering to ME, there wasn't much left!!! (LOL) But AKMaster makes an EXCELLENT point. (Once you accept the "Emma's not a creampuff" tone of his post) it IS vitally important to - pick your sport - that the STRONG teams have someone who can be perceived by the fans - rightly or wrongly - as a legitimate threat to their hegemony.
(Whether or not Emma fills this niche for Kristen is a point that could, and possibly will, be endlessly debated.)
Although there are those (myself included) who are not totally convinced Kristen Stewart is, or ever will be, the New York Yankees... even Stewart needs someone to push her to be "all she can be" (props to the US Army recruiting office for that!).
(Point of information: if you don't get my New York Yankee reference, do what I did... GOOGLE "Most dominant teams in sports history"... THEN skip the ones you've never heard of or considered.. until you find one that rivals "the US Women's basketball team" and pick that!
I chose the NY Yankees because: a) I'm from New England and we all grew up hating on the Yankees; b) I don't know (bleep) about Euro Soccer; and c) I figured most of youse GUYS would've heard of the Yankees, even if you ARE Euro-trash... if not in fact, in spirit. SO I went with Yankees!
(go to GOOGLE and search for "so sue me!")
I'm going to take that as a compliment and I'll admit that I might be a little salty from her recent losses, so sorry if my tone was off putting. On the bright side, it has inspired me to start writing again, so after I post my other story tonight, I take in a request from somebody. Any volunteers?
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I'll gladly volunteer, AKMaster! How about a top-charting showdown between the oh-so-thick and curvaceous Demi Lovato and the new, more cocky and fierce persona Taylor Swift has debuted with her latest album?
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As always I love the Emma vs Kristen feud. More, please.
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Kate Upton vs Emma Watson - One Month Slave Match.
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After Emma disastrous 2018 defeat to Kristen, it seemed that word was going around that Emma was now past her prime in 2018. That her strong years were over, and that she now was nothing more than a sexy, but ultimately hopeless Jobber. To add insult to injury, many were vying for her to be their first match of the year, looking for a easy win to start 2018. One said challenger was none other than Kate Upton herself, who had dominated the celebrity fight arena all of 2017, and now looked at Emma with greedy eyes.
Wanting the Brit to service her, she had challenged here to a one month slave match, submission only, bikini attire, loser was a slave to the winner for a month. Many thought Emma wouldn't dare agree to it, after all, there were easier challengers for to try and salvage her reputation, especially considering how dominant Kate really was. But surprisingly, she did and most immediately consigned her to defeat, in fact, subscription offers for the live stream of Kate having Emma as her slave were bought in droves.
When both girls had entered the wrestling arena, both have touted gorgeous and sexy bikinis, showing themselves at their best. Yet that did little in regards to everyone's expectations of the match as they circled one another around the ring. That soon changed when the fight started, as it was clear that Emma had heard the rumors as well and sought to prove herself, fighting Kate with skill and vicious though fair ferocity to overcome the size difference. Kate was initially caught off guard, but she quickly recovered and soon it became a back and forth for the ages and soon the cheers were loud for both fighters.
Emma showed her skill by stripping Kate naked and hitting her with a stretch muffler, a vicious headscissors, a four figure leglock and a terrible rocking horse that nearly make Kate submit. However Kate, was dominant for a reason, stripping Emma as well and she fought back by giving Emma a cruel stacked camel clutch, a boston crab, a abdominal stretch and finally a devastating standing breast smother, which Emma was struggling in now!
Kate smiled as she squeezed Emma's head into her now exposed breasts, enjoying the slowing struggles of Emma in the inescapable smother. Kate could have possibly ended it there, but Emma had hurt her and she wanted her to remember the consequences of such a thing. Letting Emma go, Emma crumpled to the floor as Kate, the fight clearly taking a toll on her, slowly walked to the turnbuckle and started to climb it. Emma was completely out at this point, and barely stirred during this, as Kate reach the top of the turnbuckle. Eating the adoring crowds for a few seconds, Kate turned towards Emma and jumped towards Emma in a leaping frog!
Yet Emma had been playing possum all this time, having found a small gap for her to breath during the smother, and she lifted her knee. Kate could do nothing as her stomach landed hard on on Emma's knees, hitting with a recoil that forced to land hard next to Emma. Kate gasped and cough, the wind completely out of her as Emma slowly got up. With a determined, angered and red sweaty look at her face, Emma grabbed Kate's hair and forced her to her feet. Grabbing her arm, Emma whipped Kate into the turnbuckle, followed by a quick body splash and few kicks to her stomach that left Kate drooping on the turnbuckle.
Breathing heavily, Emma saw Kates state and gave a small smile. The breast smother had been humiliating and Emma wanted Kate to pay for that. Backing off Kate, Emma took a step back and gave her a few punches to her breasts, getting a pain moan in response before clawing out her hands and grabbing Kate's breast in a vicious breast claw. Kate, weak from the fight, could do nothing but moan and groan in response, as he held onto Emma's hand as they guided her breasts in circles, squeezing hard with each rotation saying.
"You thought you had me there didnt you? So did everyone else right, the jobber losing to big bad Kate?" Emma squeezed even harder in response. "Well, I've heard the rumors, and I'll say, I'm not amused." With that, Emma grabbed Kate's nipples and gave a purple nurple, causing Kate to screech in response, her efforts to pry Emma off did nothing. Emma with a grin, pulled Kate forward, guiding her by her nipples, before pulling hard and tripping her so that Kate hits the ring floor hard.
Kicking Kate onto her back, Emma laid on top of her, and snaked her legs around and pinned her arms down in a grapevine pin, stretching Kate's legs in the process, exposing her womanhood in full to the whole crowd. Emma was not done though, and she used one of her free hands and continued to squeezed at Kate's breasts, all the while staring into Kate's anguish face saying, her British accent taking an even more posh tone.
"Wonder why I accepted your challenge Kate? " Emma suddenly drove her lips into Kate's in a dominating kiss. Kate widen in shock and horror as she felt the first in a long time of being dominated and her attempts to fight back were interrupted with more clawing. After a few seconds of this, all of which the crowd ate it up, Emma released the kiss saying.
"Because I know that I if I beat you I'd put those rumors to rest!" Emma squeezed clawed at Kate's breast again, all the while stretching Kate's legs to the breaking point, as Kate screams in agony, tears flowing down her face. Emma did this for a few minutes, before stopping and leaning over to Kate saying.
"So Kate, what you say? Give up?" Emma gave another squeeze and stretch to emphasize. Kate, despite her wanting to admit it, was at her ropes end, her body and hair soaked with sweat along with Emma's. Pain and exhaustion filled her and it was too much, and despite knowing the consequences, bleated out.
"Ye.... ye.. yes yes."
"Yes what Kate?"
"I give, I give, you won!" Emma smiled in response, making sure the whole crowd could hear but stretch Kate a little more saying.
"And Kate? Remember why you challenged me! What am I not?"
"You're, you're not a jobber! You're not a jobber! Please let me go!!!"
"Thank you," said Emma and she let go of the hold, as Kate recovered, holding her breasts and legs in pain, fighting the tears in her eyes. However, her torment was not over, as Kate heard Emma coming back, with a leash in hand. Kate shook her head in desperate plea, the idea of starting 2018 with a loss was bad enough, but to endure it like this was unbearable. Yet her attempts to escape were futile as Emma kicked her hard and placed the leash around her neck. Dragging Kate to all fours, Emma dragged Kate around the ring, making sure the world could see it, as Kate whimpered and cry in pain and humiliation. Finally, Emma had enough and she gave a brief curtsy before she started to drag the naked Kate to her car before turning to the camera and saying.
"Btw, those who bought the live stream subscriptions, please expect it to be on soon. Offer still stands, just one minor adjustment. Oh by the way, Rule Britannia!" At which Emma winks at the camera before dragging Kate off to start her punishment.
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Kate Upton vs Emma Watson - One Month Slave Match.
WHAT A TERRIFIC PERFORMANCE BY EMMA WATSON!! AND a great story by AKMaster. THANK YOU!!
I've never thought Upton was as great as some here think she is, but I assumed with something like a 25 lb. weight edge she could handle Watson.
What was it someone said about the "size of the dog in a fight and the size of fight in the dog"?
Emma showed you should never underestimate anyone because you can't judge someone's heart from the outside.
I've always been a fan of the "smaller fighters" like Watson, Stewart, Cyrus, Panettiere, who pound for pound provide a lot more entertainment than some of the big girls who just roll around.
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What a great way to start 2018 thank you AKMaster your the greatest
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Regardless of who wins, Watson/Stewart is always in my Hall of Fame for rivalries. What a great way to kick off the new year! ;D
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Clearly its a matchup that sparks much debate!
No hard feelings AKMaster! And great story!
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Just wanted to share the "finish her" style recaps I wrote for the third Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPV as well as a link to the blog. As always, I'm more than happy to take match-up suggestions, so let me hear those as well!
http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-3.html
Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=69598.0
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Yvonne Strahovski
Age: 35
Height: 5'9
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Werrington Downs, Australia
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Jessica Biel
Age: 35
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 36C
Hometown: Ely, Minnesota
Jessica Biel (51%) defeats Yvonne Strahovski (49%)
"The leggy brunette artfully retreated a half step from the sluggish blonde, Yvonne's hands witlessly extending in an attempt to close the gap Biel had created. With a dexterous pirhouette, Jess extended one of her muscular stems towards the blonde's exposed chin, catching her jaw with a bone-rattling toe kick. The blonde's skull sickeningly snapped opposite the strike, a crimson mist sloshing from between her lips as her arms turned to lead, buttoning up against her sides. Yvonne let out a gruff, tapering groan as she staggered back a few unsteady steps, her knees knocking together before dropping like an anchor.
A follow-up would have been overkill as Biel instead continued to confidently twirl through her roundhouse kick, the flush contact and subsequent quaking of the ring as Yvonee crumpled to the ground all the validation the brunette needed to know she was out. The blonde's 5'9 frame remained sprawled spread eagle in the center of the ring, motionless as her crystal blue eyes fluttered and rolled into the back of her head."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Kesha
Age: 30
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
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Mandy Moore
Age: 33
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Nashua, New Hampshire
Kesha (58%) defeats Mandy Moore (42%)
"Mandy throatily mewled as she pressed half-way to all fours, her bared breasts teardropping against the mat just a few short inches below her hanging bosom. Her silky black bra was still draped loosely over her slumped shoulders, the cups having been snapped in half early on by a relentless, insatiable Kesha.
"This prissy bitch is the best thing you can throw at me?!" The blonde was practically foaming at the mouth over her downed brunette playtoy, the ever-charming Moore little more than a blubbering punching bag from the drop. Kesha kept a boot planted on Mandy's bubbly backside, pinning her to the canvas like a helpless, wounded butterfly despite her valiant efforts to rise. Once she had her fill of the brunette's kicking and squirming, she replaced the heel on her ass by taking a rough seat on Mandy's arched spine. Moore let out a hoarse groan as Kesha made sure to grind her full weight into the small of Mandy's back, ruthlessly draping the crooks of Moore's elbows over her thighs.
"No, no, no, NO, NOOO!!" Mandy sobbed as Kesha locked her wrists under the brunette's chin and sadistically wrenched her head backwards. Moore breathlessly wailed as her 5'10 frame was curled into a crude "C", her pert breasts pointed nearly skyward as Kesha continued to rip and contort her lithe body into a shape it wasn't meant to bend. Moore helplessly pumped her legs against the canvas as Kesha violently attempted to solicit a submission. When nothing came, Kesha took matters into her own hands; sliding her fingers into the corner of Mandy's mouth and humiliatingly yanking her head even further backwards like a hooked carp. With her opposite hand she ran her sharpened talons over the brunette's milky chest, cupping one of Moore's fleshy orbs and sinking her nails deep into the tender flesh. Through the piercing squeals rang out a desperate submission as the brunette furiously tapped, her hands quaking as she lightly pattered against one of Kesha's calves. Only when physically prompted by the official did Kesha relinquish the hold, brutally spiking Mandy face-first into the canvas and instantaneously knocking her out cold. The brunette's body fell completely slack as her skull limply lulled against the mat, only to be rolled over to her backside by the blonde to ensure the whole world saw her handiwork. Mandy's chest was still softly jiggling as Kesha planted a heel against her throat, her once-flawless, milky white skin marked with crimson streaks as the blonde raised her hands in victory."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Yvonne Strahovski is definitely tougher then Jessica
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Yvonne Strahovski is definitely tougher then Jessica
Then how about you write that story ;)
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Kim Matula vs. Beth Behrs
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Kim Matula clamped her legs tighter and tighter; tasting victory on the other end of this leg scissors submission she had in tact crushing her opponent's slim waist in the middle of the ring. All Beth Behrs could do was squirm trapped in her suffocating position and unfortunately nowhere near either edge of the squared circle to maybe latch onto a ring rope and force Kim to break her leg-lock hold.
Beth was desperate. Her career had been going the opposite of Kim's. She just got a new starring role on a Fox sitcom and her stock was rising. Beth meanwhile was still recovering from the cancellation of her formally-hit sitcom 2 Broke Girls and now she was about to lose another match against whom many perceived as still a relative no-name in Matula. Trying as hard as she could, Beth desperately tried flinging her legs behind her back hoping to connect with a surprising blow to Kim that would maybe knock her off or at the very least lessen the intensity of the scissors hold. But Kim was ready for it and her countermove was brilliant. While maintaining her brutal hold, her superior legs squeezing Behr's petite waist as if it was anaconda, she expertly nabbed both of Beth's ankles and yanked them back up over her body; trapping her victim in the dead center of the ring now not only getting her spine compressed beyond pain but now also her skinny legs folded backwards. Beth had no choice not after too long before she burst into tears and frantically slapped the mat in surrender giving Kim an impressive victory.
Feeling perhaps a little evil, Kim kept the spontaneous combo hold in tact for a few seconds after Beth signaled her clear defeat before mercilessly releasing her vice grips and rising triumphantly to her feet. As she placed one foot on her victim's sticking up tush, the clear storylines coming into this match turned out to continue as before. Kim had continued to move up both the acting and catfighting ranks while poor Beth lay face down on the canvas sobbing in defeat, while being posed on no less, and wondering where to possibly go next.
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WE THREE: THE DOMINATION
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It was audaciousness itself. A trio of apartment wrestling newcomers, based in Ohio, had set out to dominate the sport in one fell swoop. The plan was to defeat the top fighters in each of the three most important cities...New York, Los Angeles and Chicago...and thus hold power over the entire sport.
The three had known one another since high school, and their ambitions were relentless. Being the most prominent objects of desire among apartment wrestling's elite spectators would open countless doors for them. The mastermind of the plan was Quinn, who would target the Midwest. Santana would take the East Coast, and Brittany the West.
For months they carefully studied their targets, discerning their strengths and weaknesses. At long last, in a single night in the three great metropolises, "We Three" (as they referred to themselves) would strike!
Chicago: Quinn (Diana Argon) vs Raquel (Zendaya)
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Raquel moaned as Quinn dug her fingers into her upper shoulders, the trapezius clawhold sending paralyzing waves of pain through the brunette's upper body, further weakening the already battered beauty as she sank to her knees. Finally the blonde released her hold and shoved her opponent face down into the plush carpeting.
Moving deftly, Quinn placed her feet behind Raquel?s knees and bent her lower legs back, hooking her victim's feet against the blonde's shins. Quinn then reached down and grasped her adversary's wrists. Suddenly, the Ohioan pitches backward, lifting the brunette up as Quinn finally comes to rest on her back, holding her foe aloft above her. All of Raquel's weight bears down on her own knees and shoulders, causing a shriek of agony to rip from her throat.
Held up in the Romero Surfboard, unable to tap out, a tearful Raquel howls "STOP! I SUBMIT! LET ME GO!"
Victorious, Quinn throws her beaten victim to the floor and stands like Venus Rising. She then plants a foot on the heaving chest of her devastated opponent and raises her right arm, flashing three fingers in the sign adopted by We Three, to accept the ovation of the onlookers, and to acknowledge her new domination of the Midwestern apartment wrestling scene.
New York: Santana vs Max (Kat Dennings)
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The hiptoss deposited Max with a thud on her rear end, and the kick to the back of her skull that followed left her glassy eyed. The New Yorker's partisans were concerned, but they reassured themselves that she had been in tight fixes before, and had been able to turn the tide. And so she might very well against her opponent, if Santana were inclined to give her even a few moments respite.
However, the Latina pressed her advantage, giving her adversary no time to recover or strategize. Grabbing Max by her chestnut hair, the Ohioan hauled her up to her feet. Facing one another, Santana clasped her hands behind the brunette's head, and suddenly leapt up, bringing both knees up against Max?s chest, and pulling her down as the Latina fell to her back. When she landed, the full brunt of the impact went from Santana?s knees to Max's breasts, causing the New Yorker is shriek in agony, the blow pounding what scant power she had left in her curvaceous body. Having thus turned her foe's primary assets into an Achilles's Heel, Santana went for the kill.
Standing up, she dipped her knees and pulled the dazed Max across her shoulders as if she were hauling a sack of feed. Santana then stood up, trapping her opponent in a torture rack. Max howled and sobbed in anguish as her body was tormented, while Santana triumphantly paraded her around the room like a huntress displaying her trophy. Unable to stand the pain any longer, the tearful Max blubbered "Stop?I give up! STOP!"
Dumping her beaten foe to the floor, the smirking Santana plants a foot on her chest and holds high three fingers. Two realms were now conquered, and any hope for halting the domination of We Three would have to be mounted in the final city, LA.
Los Angeles: Brittany (Heather Morris) vs Penny (Kaley Cuoco)
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Penny?s moans of anguish filled the room, drawing a smug half-smirk from her tormentor. It had been an extremely physical match, and largely a draw, until Brittany suddenly shifted tactics and began overwhelming the Californian with power-draining submission holds. At the moment, she had Penny?s lush body painfully torqued in an Abdominal Stretch. This was the kind of contest the blonde Ohioan liked most: body to body, with her's proving superior.
Still, she knew this hold, as damaging as it is, would be unlikely to draw a submission from her opponent. Which is why she suddenly released it. But she wasn't showing her victim any mercy, as she immediately segued into a wrist lock, forcing Penny to double over. A series of snap kicks up into the trapped blonde's belly and chest left her gasping, and when Brittany released her hold, Penny remained doubled over, making no effort to lash out.
Standing before her adversary, Brittany pulled Penny?s head down between her thighs, bent forward, and wrapped her arms around the West Coaster's waist. With a small grunt she lifted her foe up, until she held her vertical, Penny's feet pointing to the ceiling of the Beverly Hills mansion. She held her like this for several long minutes, ably demonstrating how helpless her opponent was. And then she dropped to her knees, executing a Tombstone Piledriver. With a dazed moan, Penny's body flopped to the carpet, where she lay unmoving, save for a spasmodic twitching of her left leg.
Now, the Ohioan rolled her devastated adversary over onto her back and stood up, standing in a straddle over the battered blonde's head. Drawing upon her former cheerleader days, Brittany now went into a splits, her sculpted legs widening as her body sank down, until her groin pressed down fully over Penny's face. The Californian thrashed weakly as she was smothered, her panicked moans muffled, but she lacked the strength to escape, and soon enough she ceased to move altogether.
Victorious, Brittany held aloft her right hand as she displayed the three fingered salute. And with that, We Three were now the controlling power in apartment wrestling.
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Note: Max and Penny, I trust, need to introduction to regular readers of this thread. Quinn, Santana and Brittany are all characters from GLEE. The most obscure is Raquel, better known as Rocky on the Nickelodeon series SHAKE IT UP, which was set in Chicago. I hope you enjoyed this alternate universe visit. :)
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I'll gladly volunteer, AKMaster! How about a top-charting showdown between the oh-so-thick and curvaceous Demi Lovato and the new, more cocky and fierce persona Taylor Swift has debuted with her latest album?
I'd definitely be on board with seeing this match-up!
But, honestly, I've enjoyed all of the various match-ups on this thread. Some more than others, certainly, but all of them have been a lot of fun and we couldn't be more impressed with the creativity displayed by Jackflash and so many others who have contributed to this thread since its inception. It's been a source of enjoyment throughout the year and here's hoping to many more creative short stories featuring some of our favorite celebrities from some of our favorite writers in 2018! To everybody who has participated, contributed and been involved in this awesome thread, a huge thank you to one and all!
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Just wanted to share the "finish her" style recaps I wrote for the fourth Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPV as well as a link to the blog. Special thanks to tiger76 for the submission as well, enjoy the stories! As always, I'm more than happy to take match-up suggestions, so let me hear those as well!
http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-4.html
Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=69840.0
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Lindsay Lohan
Age: 31
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32D
Hometown: New York City, New York
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Margot Robbie
Age: 27
Height: 5'6
Weight: 126 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Dalby, Australia
Margot Robbie (62%) defeats Lindsay Lohan (38%)
"Lindsay sashayed to the ring in her high heels,her melons bursting to escape her sheer red bikini,which along with her panties matched her flaming red hair,she waved to the fans her raspy voice calling out Margot"COME ON YOU AUSSIE SKANK YOU MIGHT HAVE THE ASHES BUT I'LL BE VICTORIOUS TONIGHT BLONDIE"Margot followed next her tits peeping over her black one-piece dominatrix style outfit,Margot wasn't as assured by the mics"i'll do my talking in the ring"and she did just a few minutes into the match and Lindsay was already struggling with the pace,aware that her opponent still chain smoked Margot simply targeted Lohan's stomach,a very effective strategy as Lindsay was currently feeling,Margot had her prey in a tight bearhug Lindsay's assets being squeezed"ooooo"was all that Lilo could utter,Margot soon released her grip as Lohan's teeth sunk into her shoulder"you dirty bitch you'll pay for that"and an enraged Robbie backhanded a still weary Lohan"you'll need another lip job you dyke"and Margot followed this with a gut punch"OOOOOFFFFF" Lindsay couldn't stay upright and collapsed to her knees tears forming in her gray eyes"you want to fight dirty bitch have this"and Margot gripped Lindsay's long red locks and yanked at the roots,suddenly in her hand there appeared a clump of red"oops Lindsay you're having a bad hair day"chuckled Margot who was becoming bored with her toy,kneeling beside Lindsay she grabs her opponent's throat with both hands and squeezes tightly,Lindsay's arms flailed weakly as her face turned blue,soon Lindsay stopped writhing and Margot was able to lay her flat on the canvas,Margot easily relieved a prone Lohan of her skimpy outfit and placed one of her feet on Lindsay's dishevelled locks and the other on Lindsay's mouth"not so gobby now Linds"and a smiling Robbie exited the ring her striking blue eyes gleaming."
- Submission by tiger76
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Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
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Taylor Swift
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 34A
Hometown: Reading, Pennsylvania
Stana Katic (60%) defeats Taylor Swift (40%)
"The lithe brunette staggered back a half-step, throatily grunting as she was doubled over by a penetrating gut kick from her pop star counterpart. Swift pirouette with glee as Stana genuflected at her heel, twirling both sets of fingers around two piloting clumps of the brunette's silky locks and tugging her cranium between her split legs. Tay sensually brusher her hand along the delicate curve of Stana's bent spine, hiking up the waistband of her bottoms all the way to her mid-back, the trapped brunette letting out a muffled squeal from between Taylor's thighs as she helplessly squirmed for freedom.
Sensing a trademark win at the tip of her fingers, Swift arduously twisted and hoist the shorter brunette into powerbomb position, balancing the squirming Katic on top of her shoulders. Suddenly Swift's camp sensed something catastrophically wrong as the blonde started to look as though her steering had been cut. Taylor listlessly drifted backwards, her hands lightly pattering against Stana's flexing thighs as the blonde's supporters' worst fears were realized; she was trapped in a paralyzing head-scissor. Taylor's rosy cheeks bulged against Katic's bronzed thighs, her face reddening as she continued to wander backwards before stumbling into the ropes. Finally the inevitable happened; Swift's wires completely crossed, tripping over herself and collapsing in a heap on her back, Stana's stems still clamped around her cranium like an unbreakable vice.
As the two lanky challengers hit the ground, Katic's head-scissor buckled ever-so-slightly before she was able to tighten the clamps once again, hunching over the blonde and mercilessly sinking Tay's blubbering face into her crotch. Stana ruthlessly grit her teeth as the blonde's movements grew more uncoordinated, transforming her artful head-scissor reversal into a crippling crotch smother, sensually riding the blonde's grimacing face until she fell deathly still beneath her."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Charlotte McKinney
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 32F
Hometown: Orlando, Florida
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Alexandra Daddario
Age: 31
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: New York City, New York
Alexandra Daddario (52%) defeats Charlotte McKinney (48%)
"Daddario hunched over at the waist with her palms on her knees, laboriously panting for oxygen in the center of the ring simply observing her motionless foe to make sure the blonde didn't summon the energy to unravel her rubber shackles while she caught her breath. Charlotte's silky trusses were wildly strewn across the mat along with her crumpled top and bottoms, strung up in the corner in a helpless tree of woe, her body hanging upside down and completely exposed. Alex's striking, powder blue eyes sheepishly darted from her own freed C-cups to McKinney's heaving F's, seemingly defying gravity as she dangled upside down.
Alexandra confidently sauntered toward her restrained victim, one of McKinney's feeble arms extending upwards to separate the two as she pled for mercy, or at least to make it quick. Charlotte gruffly mewled as Daddario scooped up the back of her head and forced her mouth-first between her dangling cleavage. Charlotte's limbs suddenly came to life as her skull was enveloped by Alex's milky bosom, her breasts mushrooming against the blonde's glossy features as Charlotte convulsed and squirmed in desperation. Alex continued to cradle the back of Charlotte's head long past the point she was unresponsive, her toned belly twitching and flexing before she sulked back against the corner, finally allowed to lifelessly drop and dangle from the turnbuckle completely unconscious. Daddario didn't even bother to cut the blonde's ties, instead leaving her adorning the top rope, spread eagle and smothered with her own finisher."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Kendall Jenner vs Taylor Swift
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In a marketing move to promote her new 'bad girl' image, Taylor Swift agreed to show just how dangerous she'd become by squaring off with the equally leggy Kendall Jenner in the squared circle. Fighting another woman would certainly re-invent her image of a goody-two-shoes among the general public. And Swift couldn't think of a better victim for her plan than that no-talent 'model' Kendall Jenner.
"Remember your training and you'll be back here in 10 minutes drinking champagne." Taylor's manager said to her as she rubbed the singer's shoulders and continued to reassure her of her imminent victory. Taylor was loose, confident, and relaxed when she heard her entrance music blare out of the speakers. Seconds later she burst through the curtains with her fists clamped together above her head as she confidently skipped down towards the ring.
Kendall was already in the ring, impatiently waiting for the blonde as she watched Swift climb up into the ring and dramatically remove her robe, revealing her sports bra and bikini-cut bottoms. The model rolled her eyes as Swift made a huge 'to-do' about simply de-robing and entering the ring like she was shocked to be in this manufactured situation.
"Let's get on with it already!" Kendall shouts at the diva, planting a hand on her hip as she thrusts it outward in irritation. The bell rings while Taylor's back is turned as she's talking to her corner-woman. Jenner isn't about to let such an opportunity pass by and rushes toward the blonde. A few feet away from her target, the model thrusts her right foot out in front of her but catches nothing but the space between the second and third turnbuckle as Swift shifts her body out of the way at the last moment.
"Cheap moves from a cheap slut." Taylor mocks in confidence before grabbing Jenner by the shoulder and hair, using her grip to slam the model down onto her back on the canvas. With a cocky grin on her lips, Swift called on her training and straddled the brunette in full-mount position, pinning Kendall's at her sides with her knees. With her arms and hands free to hurt the brunette, Swift felt a swell of courage as her palms clamped down on the model's modest chest.
Taylor smiled wide at the screams she heard from her opponent and knew she was moments away from victory as she confidently rode out the bucking of Jenner's body. But like Mike Tyson said, "Everyone has a plan until they get hit in the mouth." And while Taylor was imposing her will on the model's upper body, the singer remained unaware of Kendall's legs until they managed to find their way underneath her arms and then slam the blonde head-first hard into the canvas.
What followed was what most people expected; two leggy women yanking at each other's hair as they rolled over each other, driving their knees into her rival while screaming obscenities at one another. Until Kendall's right fist slammed into Swift's jaw while the blonde had a hold of the model's right leg. Taylor saw stars as she collapsed face-first down to the canvas.
While Swift was still down and wondering what happened, Jenner quickly bent down and grabbed hold of both of the blonde's ankles. Smirking to herself, she stepped through them with her right leg and crossed the singer's ankles over her thigh. Planting her right foot on the small of Tay's lower back, Kendall twisted the blonde's feet over her thigh and pressed down on the vulnerable joints until Swift was howling in agony and pounding her fists on the mat.
"C'mon Tay, just admit that I am and ALWAYS will be better than you!" Kendall laughs as she leans forward to put even more pressure on the blonde's back while straining Swift's thighs to their breaking point. Helplessly out of options, Taylor furiously slaps the mat in font of her while screeching out her surrender before Kendall handicaps her for life.
Upon hearing the bell signifying her victory, Jenner drops the blonde's legs and uses her foot to roll the beaten woman over onto her back. "So you wanted to prove that you're a bad girl now?" Kendall asks with a smile as she plants her foot between Swift's tits. "I don't think so..." She continues before she steps over the prone singer and kneels down onto her chest, crushing the blonde's small tits underneath her ass. "Say g'night, Tay." the brunette says before sliding back and swallowing Swift's face with her taught ass. Kendall wiggles her hips until she has an airtight seal over the blonde's mouth and nose. She shivers when she finally feels the singer's breaths get lost in her crotch. Kendall further humiliates the blonde by gathering up her long legs and tucking them under her shoulders as Taylor suffocates underneath her ass.
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Miley Cyrus vs Daisy Ridley
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No one was quite sure how Ariana Grande had finagled her way into being named as the special referee for this match. Having had more than a few run-ins with Daisy, no one expected her to show the Brit much respect. Then again, there never seemed to be much love lost between Grande and her fellow heel, Miley, either. This all seemed to even things out, and throughout the match Ariana was the soul of impartiality, calling the contest squarely right down the middle.
And now, it looks as if the end is nigh, as Ridley's Hurricanrana flips Cyrus to the mat, and Daisy hooks a leg of her dazed adversary and awaits the three count.
Except it doesn't come.
Instead, Ariana has taken this exact moment to check the turnbuckle pads and make certain they're tied securely. An important task, of course, but one that should have been taken care of prior to the match, and not at the penultimate moment of battle. After waiting far longer than expected to hear the telltale slaps upon the canvas, Daisy releases her opponent and jumps up to her feet, stalking over to Grande. Angrily placing a hand on her shoulder, she whirls the ref around and snarls, "And what the bloody hell are you doing here? Do your damn job and make the count!" Ariana merely smiles and replies, "I'll love to."
Having seen Miley climb back up to her feet and sneak up behind the English grappler, Ariana betrayed nothing. Thus, as the unsuspecting Ridley turns around, she is met with a DDT from Cyrus, the crown of the Brit's head spiking into the mat, leaving her stunned just long enough to get caught up in a small package. Now Ariana drops to her hands and knees and taps the canvas "One...two...three!"
The arena is rocked by the boos and jeers of the fans, irate at this blatant screw job finish. Miley ignores the rabble and beams a triumphant smile, happy with another 'W' in her column, and Ariana gleefully raises her arm to signal her victory.
But moments later the crowd is hushed as Grande suddenly unleashes a Superkick, catching Cyrus flush on the jaw and sending her to the mat with a stupor. Having made her statement...talking to the press afterward, she simply said she thought it would be fun to create a little chaos...Ariana left the ring and strutted up the aisle, whistling a jaunty tune, and satisfied that it had been a good night's work.
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Kendall Jenner vs Taylor Swift
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In a marketing move to promote her new 'bad girl' image, Taylor Swift agreed to show just how dangerous she'd become by squaring off with the equally leggy Kendall Jenner in the squared circle. Fighting another woman would certainly re-invent her image of a goody-two-shoes among the general public. And Swift couldn't think of a better victim for her plan than that no-talent 'model' Kendall Jenner.
Nice job with this one! I think it's a great fight showcasing a really fun dynamic between the pop star and the model. With their success in their respective fields, it's no surprise that the two of them would face off. Hopefully again and again! We really enjoyed this bout and hope to see more from you in the future - thanks a lot for sharing!!
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Hmm a new side to Ariana,she may regret these actions though.Plenty of British girls will take a dim view of these underhanded tactics.
Don't blame Ariana, it's probably the ONLY way she could take down Cyrus (or Ridley for that matter).
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Just wanted to share the "finish her" style recaps I wrote for the fifth Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPV as well as a link to the blog. Special thanks to tiger76, tr0tz, and Mr. Drake for the submissions as well, enjoy the stories!
http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-5.html
Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=70012.0
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Daisy Ridley
Age: 25
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Westminster, United Kingdom
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Rachel McAdams
Age: 39
Height: 5'4
Weight: 119 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: London, Canada
Rachel McAdams (53%) defeats Daisy Ridley (47%)
"Daisy was highly fancied in this match of the debutantes she had youth on her side,but the slimly built Britain found herself on the end of a beatdown,even her Star Wars training couldn't help her as her smaller foe pummelled her smaller breasts and blackened Ridley's distinctive brown eyes, which a currently blinking Daisy strained to see with as Rach towered over her stricken plaything"AAAAAAARRRGHH"shrieked Daisy as the sadistic Canadian ground her heels into Daisy's nude crotch"SUBMIT YOU PATHETIC BRITISH BITCH BEFORE I REALLY FUCK YOU UP"Daisy hated herself but she heard her palm tapping 3 times and then her bra disappeared to leave her completely naked.Rachel sneered at her destroyed adversary"you won't be modelling anytime soon Daisy,gee! you Brits are easy meat",an impressive first outing for McAdams she will be a dangerous opponent on this showing."
- Submission by tiger76
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Megan Fox
Age: 31
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Oak Ridge, Tennessee
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Jennifer Aniston
Age: 48
Height: 5'5
Weight: 117 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Sherman Oaks, Los Angeles, California
Megan Fox (59%) defeats Jennifer Aniston (41%)
"Jennifer looked every bit like someone who was seventeen years Megan's elder. Though her looks refused to fade, her skill and stamina just couldn't match the sprightly brunette who was running circles around the winded cougar. The vacant blonde was little more than a compliant consort as Megan easily manauvered her noodle-limbed foe into perfect position for the ender.
A sharp, bony elbow to Jen's taut abdomen left her doubled at the waist, wheezing into the canvas as she nearly genuflect to a knee, a stream of drool sloshing at their feet. In a deft display of sleight-of-hand, Megan scooped up Jen's skull in a headlock and attempted to bore a hole through the canvas with it in one motion, drilling her forehead-first into the ground with a devastating DDT. Aniston turned to putty on impact, sloshing to a stop in a heap of flesh at Megan's hip. Foxy twisted the unconscious blonde to her backside with a dismissive shoulder shove and draped her chest across Aniston's, their bosoms mushrooming against one another as she secured the victory with an uncontested crossbody pin."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Megan Fox (59%) defeats Jennifer Aniston (41%)
"Give it up granny"demanded Megan staring down at a prone Aniston,Jen stubbornly shook her head"fine we'll do it the hard way"and recalling her cheerleading days Megan lithely reaches down to pull the blonde up slightly,sits on her back, and places both of her opponents' arms across her thighs,then with interlocked hands she eagerly reaches forward grabs Jen's chin and leans back,as Jennifer was already weakened by Megan's earlier offensive she was soon screaming her submission tears streaming from her famed blue eyes,first win on the board for Megan but surely foxy will face much sterner battles in future fights."
- Submission by tiger76
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Nicki Minaj
Age: 35
Height: 5'2
Weight: 137 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Saint James, Trinidad and Tobago
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Hilary Duff
Age: 30
Height: 5'2
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Houston, Texas
Nicki Minaj (55%) defeats Hilary Duff (45%)
"The dazed, diminutive blonde stared blankly up at the rafters, eyes glazed over though her bosom was still desperately pumping oxygen by the barrel. Hilary's skull lulled back and forth with each heavy pitch of the canvas as Nicki arrogantly paraded around the outskirts of the ring, a red boot print practically still engraved on the blonde's chin from an electric front kick just seconds ago. Hilary finally began to stir as Nicki finished her lap around the track, her spread limbs clumsily fumbling for traction in a half-hearted attempt to stand.
Hilary was still mentally spiraling as the frenzied energy of the crowd plateaued, sensing what was coming long before it actually came into action. With a wry smile, Nicki hiked the waistband of her floss-like bottoms high above her hips, the spandex material completely disappearing between her plump cheeks. After a quick shimmy Nicki lowered her ass over the blonde's glassy features, eclipsing her face with ease as she took a seat right on top of Hilary's mouth. Hilary suddenly sprung back to life, flailing and clawing at Nicki's thighs as her feet pumped against the mat, unable to budge the raven-haired Minaj so much as an inch. Nicki's voluptuous backside did all the work as she triumphantly planted both hands on Hilary's convulsing B-cups and shimmied her hips once more, grinding her ass against the fading blonde's features as she finally took her last breath and sulked flat to the mat."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
"Unlike Daisy's destruction the following debutant match was a very even affair,but finally Nicki's extra weight was telling on her younger opponent as she again ground her superior tits into Hilary's at the same time as her fingers were busy exploring Hilary's exposed bush,Hilary was in agony her light brown eyes tightly shut but bravely refused to submit,Nicki decided to put this match to bed and tying Hilary in the ropes she unleashed an explosive barrage of punches and kicks to every part of a sobbing Hilary's aching body,still the Texan refused to say uncle so Minaj threw Duff's body out of the ring Hilary crashing heavily to the floor,a grinning Minaj righted Hilary lined her up and as if kicking a field goal planted her size 7s smack into Duff's famous ass,Hils flew into the audience out cold as hands scrambled for a piece of that famed bum,"put that on your Twitter account you dumb tart"sxxxxxxxed Nicki."
- Submission by tiger76
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Cali Logan
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: California
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Emily Addison
Age: 34
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32E
Hometown: Johnson City, Tennessee
Cali Logan (54%) defeats Emily Addison (46%)
"Emily's milky white derri?re sensually swayed as she gracelessly crawled on all fours away from the prowling Logan, throatily groaning and nearly collapsing flat on her belly. The stark nude Addison managed to stumble to both feet just in time to have her disheveled pony tail snagged by Logan from behind, athletically tugging Emily backwards and over her shoulders in one artful motion.
Emily helplessly mewled as Cali arched her curvy frame in a brutal accordion rack, snagging the underside of her hanging chin with one hand and sliding the other between her spread thighs. Cali's fingers wandered between Emily's legs for a moment as the submission hold was still in its infancy, blindly tracing until she found the landing strip shaved above Emily's cxnt. With a devious grin, Logan aggressively thrust her middle and ring fingers between Emily's lips, mercilessly bowing her limber body into an agonizing "C". Emily desperately pedaled her dangling gams, squealing an explicit but indecipherable submission. Cali had no interest in anything but a knockout of her long-time fetish model rival however, instead dropping the floor out from her standing hold.
As if she were executing a blind trust fall, Cali recklessly fell straight back and drilled the peak of Emily's forehead straight into the canvas, the curvy Addison's skull sickeningly trampolining off the mat as she flopped to a motionless stop. Emily's limbs began to violently twitch, her pale bosom quaking as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. With the fleshy brunette sprawled flat on her back, Cali hooked one of Emily's legs and sensually arched it all the way to her gaping jaw, touching her knee to her chin in a humiliating leg-hook pin."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Cali Logan (54%) defeats Emily Addison (46%)
"The two fetish models enjoyed the big audience given by the CWF - both wanting to make an impression. The chance to fight celebs like Jennifer Lawrence or Scarlett Johansson in the future seemed like a huge step in their careers.
Emily had brought a strap-on dildo with her - she was well-experienced with it due to her fetish shoots and wanted to make this her trademark in the CWF. Not to mention she wanted to make an impression on Cali and raise the stakes.
Cali and Emily quickly turned their wrestling match into a hair-pulling, face- and tit-scratching catfight. The fight had started with Emily mocking Cali's "girl-next-door" look and during their match, Emily tried to use every opportunity to smother Cali with her impressive bosom. The fans backed her for that strategy, but it wasn't a succesful one as Cali proved everyone who perceived her as lame and weak wrong. She escaped Emily's latest smother attempt by biting into her left boob. She then pulled a hurting Emily to her feet by the nipples and slammed her back-first into the corner of the ring. A knee to her belly made Addison cough; Cali then draped her arms over the top ropes and used those wonderful whoppers as her personal punching bags, threatening to burst the implants. Some closed-fist blows to Emily's face kept her back in the corner.
"After I bust your boobs, not even your porn career will continue, Emily!", Cali mocked her.
The lovely brunette ended her punching session with Emily limply hanging in the corner. Cali then showed some skill by throwing Emily across the ring into the opposite corner. When Emily stumbled out of that one, her back having taken a serious hit, Cali clotheslined her. The pin for the win was a formality.
Cali then put on Emily's very own strap-on dildo and threatened "Now, you'll taste your own medicine, slut!". She then fucked the barely conscious Emily in the middle of the ring - a shocking first for the budding league. Emily responded as she was experienced taking a strap-on; fondling her own big boobs and openly enjoying getting fucked until she realised that she had lost and the CWF spotlight was on her.
Cali eventually pulled out of Emily and left a bruised, beaten and bare-boobed Emily laying in the middle of the ring in a puddle of sweat and other juices."
- Submission by tr0tz
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Victoria Justice
Age: 24
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hollywood, Florida
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Kendall Jenner
Age: 22
Height: 5'10
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
Kendall Jenner (54%) defeats Victoria Justice (46%)
"Justice reached with every bit of willpower she had left for the ropes, her fingers just out of reach despite every strained push towards freedom as she felt more air drained from her lungs with every passing second. Kendall flexed her long legs with everything she had, determined to end her opponent once and for all after a surprisngly long back-and-forth battle.
Strands of black and brunette hair littered the ring, torn pieces of clothing draping over opposing turnbuckles after the two young beauties surprisingly great brawl.
Victoria threw her hand out towards the rope again and again, her face turning brighter and brighter red as her attempts became increasingly desperate, her hand practically clawing at the mat in vain. "I GIVE, I GIVE, I GIVE, GIVE GIVE GIVE GIVE!" Justice screamed, her hand battering against the mat in submission. Kendall's matching red face lit up in sadistic glee, keeping the hold locked on as she basked in the roar of the crowd. Watching as Victoria's taps grew lighter and lighter, it wasn't until Justice was nearly out that Kendall finally relented, pushing Justice off her lower leg with a cruel kick before standing and basking in her hard-fought victory"
- Submission by Mr. Drake
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Jessica Alba
Age: 36
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Pomona, California
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Olivia Munn
Age: 37
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
Jessica Alba (52%) defeats Olivia Munn (48%)
"Munn had put Alba through a beating, constantly battering and putting constant pressure on the slightly younger actress. The raven haired beauty continued her assault, peppering the Dark Angel star with a series of stagger inducing fists and elbows that left Alba foggy eyed and sore in the corner of the ring.
With a sore skull from an earlier inflicted DDT, Munn left her opponent against the turnbuckle, backing all the way across the ring to the opposing turnbuckle. Olivia took a moment to catch her breath, gassed but ready to put an end to her opponent and mark a huge 1-0 on her record against one of the most prolific celebrities on the planet. With nothing more than a fist pump to the adoring crowd, Munn took off running, ready to sandwich Alba against the turnbuckle with a huge running splash.
Watching her impending doom sprint towards her, Jessica took one deep breath, her body pulsing in pain before diving to the side as Munn jumped forward. With an ugly OOMPH, Munn's chest brutally hit the top of the turnbuckle, her legs giving her only two steps back before giving out on her. Olivia gasped as she tried to choke in air, the wind cleanly knocked out of her lungs as she watches Alba stumble to her feet. Jessica gave one solemn look at Munn before hopping into the air, her chest colliding against Munn's bright red torso and further knocking any returning wind out of her sails. Hooking her opponents leg, Jessica heard the satisfying sound of "1-2-3" clap against the mat as the crowd cheered.
"Lucky", Jessica heard choked out from below, Munn's face a mess of coughing and weezing . "Call it what you want", Alba grunted as she began to stand, stopping for only a moment before delivering a hard chop to Munn's chest, sending the downed actress writhing in pain as Jessica raised her hand in victory."
- Submission by Mr. Drake
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The last additions are awesome... Mmmmmm.. I want to fight them. he he he.
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Katy Kat vs Kylie J
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Katy and her fans were in absolute shock. This fight should've been an easy win for Katy but she got cocky and Kylie had landed a high kick to the singers chin that brought Katy to her knees. Kylie grabbed the older woman by her hair and stood in front of her. "Worthless whore." she said. Katy responded with "wait..no." But Kylie started punching her nose over and over. She then stepped back and Katy wobbled on her knees. Kylie's fans urged her to finish the beaten slut. She raised her arms in victory and did a spin kick knocking Katy to her side out cold. Kylie walked up to her beaten body and slammed her bare foot down on Katy's face hard making her body spasm. Kylie posed for the fans rubbing her foot in Katy's face. She then stripped Katy, threw her bra to the fans and shoved her nasty wet panties in the beaten skanks mouth.
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Just wanted to share the "finish her" style recaps I wrote for the sixth Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPV as well as a link to the blog. Special thanks to tiger76, tr0tz, fasteddy44641 and Mr. Drake for the submissions as well, enjoy the stories!
http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-6.html
Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=70149.0
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Emma Watson
Age: 27
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Paris, France
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Victoria Justice
Age: 24
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hollywood, Florida
Emma Watson (53%) defeats Victoria Justice (47%)
"Emma approached the ring confidently,sporting a black bra and panties,she wanted to follow up her CWF2 victory over Alison Brie and didn't think the brunette she was eyeing clad in a pink bra and panties would take long to demolish,the early moments of the match backed up the English vixen's confidence she nailed a dropkick to a kneeling Vics skull stunning her younger opponent,Emma became cocky though and instead of pining her downed foe she decided to play to the gallery and taunted a prone Victoria"Vicky you aren't cut out for this wrestling lark Kendall Jenner bested you KENDALL FUCKIN JENNER"giggled an unaware Emma facing the crowd"how shall i crush this bitch huh! tit smother do you think"some of Emma's friends vainly tried to alert her that Victoria was stirring,but the brash English actress was still running her mouth when suddenly her crotch exploded and she went flying into the ropes,Victoria didn't waste time trash talking she quickly grabbed Emma's fair curls and attempted a rope choke,Emma's elbows lashed out wildly and luckily for her caught Victoria smack in the face ruining her pretty red lips,Victoria reeled dazed again but this time Emma wasn't about to let a second chance slip,and using her dance experience she leapt right onto Victoria's face and pining her opponents arms soon applied a crotch smother.
An already light-headed Vicky was powerless to respond,and her dark brown eyes were soon closing as Emma gloated"go to sleep Vics"as she ruffled Vicky's brunette mane,just seconds later Vicky was senseless and Emma swiftly rolled her onto her stomach and easily disrobed her,then a relieved Emma paraded the inert Victoria round the ring thankful it wasn't her being humiliated,finally Emma obtained a permanent marker from her fans and placing Victoria face down in the centre of the ring inked on Victoria's bum cheeks JUSTICE DENIED and leaving her tortured nude victim on public display Emma danced out of the ring signalling 2-0 with her fingers before jubilantly high-fiving her loyal entourage."
- Submission by tiger76
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Kendall Jenner
Age: 22
Height: 5'10
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
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Scarlett Johansson
Age: 33
Height: 5'4
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32DD
Hometown: Manhattan, New York City, New York
Scarlett Johansson (59%) defeats Kendall Jenner (41%)
"The gangly brunette woozily drifts behind a commanding Johansson, her silken tresses serving as a crude leash as the blonde leads her out of the corner. The young upstart had delivered her fair share of slobberknockers thanks to her enormous length advantage, but the curvy blonde's resolve wouldn't buckle; eventually scrambling Kendall's motor skills with a ruthless turnbuckle head smash that left the lithe brunette drunkenly wandering around the ring.
With a throaty grunt, Scarlett hooked Kendall's waist and rotated her thin frame into position for a piledriver, the brunette's pendulous stems folding over Scarlett's shoulders and helplessly pedaling in desperation. Wasting no time, the blonde dropped to her knees and drilled Jenner's skull into the canvas, letting out a shrill yip as her lengthy frame melted to the mat flat on her back. The brunette was instantly out cold; her long, painted eyelashes lifelessly fluttering as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Scarlett sensually knelt over Kendall's convulsing form; brushing her bare, teardropping breasts over her flushed cheeks, teasing the brunette before planting a wet smooch on her fleshy left tit and dipping under the ropes."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Scarlett Johansson (59%) defeats Kendall Jenner (41%)
"Kendell's biggest mistake tonight was accepting this match. Scarlet dominated her from the very start of this very short match. Scarlett now had Kendells sexy body draped across her knee as she pounded on the pathetic girl's belly. "You dumb slut, you're nothing without your sister" Scarlett mocked. Kendell could only respond with "Please...no more". The dominant blonde scoffed and said "You're right, lets end this." She shoved Kendell off her knee and she flopped to the floor like a lanky sack of garbage. Scarlett slams her bare foot down hard on Kendell's spine. Kendell lifts her head to scream and Scarjo snatches a handful of her hair and pulls it hard bending the beaten model's spine. Kendell screams "I GIVE!! PLEASE!!" Scarlet lets go but give Kendell one more kick to her chin to KO the loser. She poses and smiles and leaves Kendell laying facedown in the ring."
- Submission by fasteddy44641
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Jennifer Lawrence
Age: 27
Height: 5'9
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Indian Hills, Kentucky
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Jennifer Aniston
Age: 48
Height: 5'5
Weight: 117 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Sherman Oaks, Los Angeles, California
Jennifer Lawrence (64%) defeats Jennifer Aniston (36%)
"It was Jennifer Lawrence's debut match at the Federation, but the young, stunningly beautiful oscar-winning actress was not unexperienced. To get the spotlight in Hollywood, she had learned to kick some ass. And that's what she did - while keeping her smile most of the match. Jen Aniston did not go down easily, but the wrestling clinic delivered by the younger blonde left her not only screaming, but with her back hurting serverly. After numerous backbreakers and surfboard holds she was crying and immobilized.
J-Law opened her bikini top to the cheers of the crowd, baring her soft and suple, milky and freckled bosom to the explosion of camera flashes. Finally she lowered it onto Jen Aniston's face, smothering her out.
She rose and paramedics rushed to the ring. Aniston would need a long recovery as her body had suffered badly today and she was now paying the price for being at the top for so man years. Jennifer Lawrence had made an impressive debut. She was there to kick some ass and she had already won the crowd. With a big smile on her face she left."
- Submission by tr0tz
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Kesha
Age: 30
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
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Jessica Biel
Age: 35
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 36C
Hometown: Ely, Minnesota
Kesha (51%) defeats Jessica Biel (49%)
"After nearly a 30 minute match both sexy ladies were exausted. Jessica had dominated the long match with her kick boxing skills, and its showed on the blondes face. One black eye and a busted lip, but Kesha was like a brick wall. No matter how many hits she took she never slowed. The singer didn't get many hits through but the ones that did land she made sure did damage, mostly going for Biel's ribcage. Now both women were on the ground too tire for a standing fight. After rolling accross the ring floor Kesha was now on top but she couldn't manage to push Biels shoulder down. Both ladies started into eachother faces panting and not moving for almost 15 seconds both trying to rest and plan their next move. Then Kesha growled in frutration and raised her fist high above her. Biel managed to say "No wait..." before the fist impacted her face. Biel's arms fell flat and her eyes rolled shut, mouth hanging open, clearly KOed.
If Biel had been the victor she more than likely would've shown Kesha respect after such an instense match.... but Kesha didn't operate that way. After the long fight she looked down at the amazing fighter she just took down and screamed in victory as the crowd cheered. A fresh wave of addrenaline pumped through her body and she kicked off her shorts to reveal a black thong. She sat on Biel's chest and pulled her thong aside and started riding her beaten bitch's face. She grabbed jessica's hair in one hand and used it as leverege as she made sure the beaten slut's nose until she climaxed, covering Biel's face in defeat. The crowd was going crazy, both sides in shock of what they were seeing. Finally Kesha stood up, panting, and admired her work. She called for her phone which someone threw to her. She proceeded to take a picture of Biel's defeated form for social media. She then rolled Biel's limp form onto her stomach, raised the brunette's ass up in the air, propping her up on her knees, and pulled her shorts down around her ankles. The victorious singer took a few more pics and then finally satisfied she made her statement she left the ring."
- Submission by fasteddy44641
Kesha (51%) defeats Jessica Biel (49%)
"Jessica Biel was tough and athletic. In her first match, she had beaten Yvonne Strahovski quite easily - despite Yvonne being judged by many as main event calibre. Kesha, today's opponent, was taller than her and had a dirty streak. Half an hour later, this match had turned into one of the most epic fights of the young league so far. Both women were topless, bruised and sweaty. Jessica had just thrown Kesha into a corner of the ring with sweat flying into the air from the impact and Kesha's back hurting. Biel knelt and took her hair to pull her out of the corner. A knee to Kesha's tits and another one to her face let the blonde crash to the floor. Kesha was laying on her back, her eyes flickering.
Jessica mounted the near corner post for a flying body splash, but she had not seen the blonde waking and neither had the ref. Kesha intervened only shortly, but it made Jessica lose her balance just enough to cause a crash-landing in the ring. Momentarily, it looked like a draw with both women stunned and out of it. Almost simultanously, both opened their eyes and started to move, but when Kesha realized that she had not lost yet, she summoned up her energy reserves, jumping on Jessica's back and starting to slam her head into the floor of the ring.
When Kesha turned her opponent around and to her back, she was out of it and the pin only a formality. The crowd was stunned at what they had seen and the ref stood back to give Kesha a moment to celebrate her victory, but the bad girl had other things in mind. She took a razor blade out of her bikini bottoms and before the ref could stop her, etched a 'K' into the skin of Jessica's perfect left breast."
- Submission by tr0tz
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Nicki Minaj
Age: 35
Height: 5'2
Weight: 137 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Saint James, Trinidad and Tobago
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Rachel McAdams
Age: 39
Height: 5'4
Weight: 119 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: London, Canada
Nicki Minaj (59%) defeats Rachel McAdams (41%)
"Rachel couldn't believe this was happening after a long back and forth match, that she had seemed to be winning moments before, she was now on her knees looking out at the crowd cheering for her to be finished. Nicki had brought the confident fight down with a powerful surprise uppercut to her belly. Rachel dropped gasping for air. Nicki grabbed her roughly by her hair and pulled her head back stretching her beautiful neck. She raised her hand in the air proclaiming her victory beforehand and the crowd went wild.
Nicki looked down at McAdams and said. "Night night dumb bitch." She then proceeded to slam her fist straight down into Rachel's face. Rachels hands rose up trying to protect herself but after the third pucnh they fell limp to her sides. After almost a dozen hits the bell rang. Rachel was done. KOed on her knees. Nicki held her there by her hair for a few moments so the cameras could zoom in on her slack jawed face. She tossed the blonde on her back and with one foot on each side on Rachel's head she lowered he ass down and twerked on the losers face as the crowd went mad with cheeres and pictures."
- Submission by fasteddy44641
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Cali Logan
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: California
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Sara Jean Underwood
Age: 33
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Portland, Oregon
Cali Logan (54%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (46%)
"Sara pathetically sobbed as her fellow former-Playmate sasheyed around the outskirts of the ring with the blonde's fragmented bottoms in-hand, triumphantly showcasing the scarlet thong right in front of her infectious, beaming smile. Sara buried her face in her palms as Cali barked at her prone frame; "Cheer up, not like every person in the building hasn't seen your pussy already..."
The surprisingly fiery brunette wasn't finished with the disheveled blonde, stepping behind her downed form and scooching Sara's legs apart with her own, just wide enough to leer through her spread thighs and see her smooth cxnt peeking out from behind. Cali planted her heels on the backs of Sara's thighs and scooped up both wrists, wryly smiling before sitting back into a brutal Surfboard.
"HhhhhhHHUUUUUGGGHHHH" Underwood throatily mewled as she was twisted and contorted airborne, the veins in her neck violently straining as she tossed her head back in agony, her flexing abdomen and firm C-cups violently spasming. Every delicate curve and fold of flesh was on humiliating display as Logan arched the blonde's frame deep into the hold, finally relenting as Sara hoarsely whimpered her submission and fell limply to the mat."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Kate Mara
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Bedford, New York
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Emily Addison
Age: 34
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32E
Hometown: Johnson City, Tennessee
Emily Addison (52%) defeats Kate Mara (48%)
"The audience was in stunned silence as an indecipherable mixture of muffled cries and deep, lustful moans of pleasure erupted from the tangle of flesh before them. Kate's distorted facial features were lost between Emily's milky thighs, helplessly clawing and writhing as Emily used two clinched fists of hair to guide Kate's mouth and nose into her bare flesh, only relenting to cup and massage her own massive orbs with unbridled euphoria.
Emily's stark nude frame twisted and convulsed with arousal as the redhead's movements began to sputter; Kate's eyelashes daintily fluttering as the brunette continued to grind the redhead's nose into her cxnt. Addison was a pro, riding Kate's face until the head scissor / crotch smother combo rendered her into nothing more than a heap of putty. Emily scooched backwards and hunched over the motionless Mara, her dark mascara sloppily smeared across her rosy cheeks, eyes glued shut.
"Sleep tight, Kate..." the sweltering porn star cooed, aggressively thrusting her tongue down the unconscious redhead's throat, no doubt having made an emphatic statement to the rest of the CWF.
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Kaley Cuoco
Age: 32
Height: 5'6
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Camarillo, California
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Brooklyn Decker
Age: 30
Height: 5'9
Weight: 117 lbs
Bust: 36DD
Hometown: Kettering, Ohio
Brooklyn Decker (60%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (40%)
"Brooklyn pirhouette in stunned shock, clutching her naked bosom with both hands, mouth frozen agape as she wheeled just in time to see Kaley sling her diamond-studded bra over the ropes. In a split second the sculpted actress scooped up her SI model counterpart in an engulfing bearhug, mercilessly cinching her arms around Brooklyn's slender waistline. Decker breathlessly gagged as Kaley locked wrists at the small of her back, Brooklyn's bronzed gams hiking up around Kaley's hips in an attempt to relieve some of the immense pressure.
Brooklyn's larger frame draped over Kaley's shoulders, shoving and clawing feverishly at Kaley's chin hoping to turn her head and break the breathtaking hug. Kaley struggled to keep the squirming blonde under control until finally the obvious rebuttal dawned on the ailing Decker, snaking her arms around the back of Kaley's neck and roping her into a breast smother. Brooklyn's fleshy orbs surrounded Kaley's aghast features, mushrooming against her rosy cheeks and completely devouring her between her cleavage.
Suddenly there was an even more desperate blonde as Cuoco's muffled screams vibrated from between Brooklyn's milky DDs, her arms falling off the bearhug and flailing at Brooklyn's thighs with little success. Like a sack of dead weight Kaley crumbled to her knees with a thud, still trapped like a wounded animal in Brooklyn's anaconda-vice. With her strength waning, Brooklyn sank to her backside with a motionless Cuoco in-tow, wringing her neck once more to ensure she was gone. Brooklyn scoffed as if the outcome had never been in doubt, slinging the limp blonde out of her lap to her backside and hooking her leg for a 3-count pin."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Nice set of stories, still missing the main event Yvonne vs Alba :)
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Greta Gerwig vs Rebecca Hall
Greta grabbed the woozy Rebecca firmly by the ponytail and tilted the brunette?s head up so the blonde could get a good, satisfying look at her.
The brunette was sitting on her haunches. She had systematically been beaten down by a series of heavy punches from Greta. The blonde was taking a moment now to relish this delicious tableau.
Her brunette rival was taller and, theoretically, stronger. However, Greta was the more nimble and skilled fighter. She has spent the first 20 minutes of the bout circling Rebecca on the outside and, when an opportunity opened up, plastering Hall with some sharp jabs. The punches weren?t knockout blows but more pestering shots. However the sheer volume of them added up and soon started to discombobulate Rebecca.
The brunette lashed out in response and tried to nail Greta with haymakers, however the vast majority missed due to the blonde?s quickness. One heavy blow had landed on Greta?s chin though and for a moment the blonde?s knees buckled and she got a good taste of what Rebecca could do.
Greta had bought herself some time by raking her nails across Rebecca?s eyes, blinding her. The brunette spun away, reeling in pain. Greta took full advantage to stalk her from behind. She then grabbed Rebecca by her shoulders and turned her back so the two were facing. Greta then drove her right knee deep, DEEP, into Rebecca?s cxnt. The brunette?s eyes flashed a ?how could you look? of pleading, before she folded into herself and dropped to her knees.
A delighted Greta then started resuming her volley of punches, sending straight right and left crosses crashing into Rebecca?s jaw over and over again until she thought she might break her hands. Eventually though it was Rebecca?s jaw that broke. She could only take so many hard shots.
Greta squealed ?Yes!? in exultation as she realized what she had done to her rival. Rebecca was considered a great beauty and a more talented actress. It was intensely satisfying to humble her in this way and prove who the better woman was.
Greta know kneeled in front of Rebecca, so they were at the same level. The blonde reached one arm around the brunette?s waist and pulled her in close to her. With her other arms, she started pistoning in punches, one after another after another, deep into Rebecca?s guts. Punching all of the air out of her. By this point, Hall was too exhausted and disoriented, to defend herself. She couldn?t do anything other just receive the steady volley of punches into her core. Greta had her number now and could do with her as she liked.
Eventually the blonde got tired of gutting Rebecca and let Rebecca crumble to the ground, rolling into a ball and clutching her wounded tummy.
?E-Enuff?enuff?.no more?? Rebecca pleaded, waving one hand in surrender and pathetically trying to push Greta away with the other.
Greta just laughed in triumph. ?I?ll decide when you?ve had enough, little girl,? she exulted.
She then stretched Rebecca out and laid herself on top of her, so they were eye-to-eye. She wrapped one leg around her midsection, like a python grabbing its prey. She then wrapped both arms around Rebecca?s head, using one hand to seal off her mouth and nose and the other hand to press across the brunette?s eyes. The combined effect was to both smother and blind the hapless Hall, while also ensuring the Rebecca had no room to wiggle free. Both girls were overheated and sweaty at this point. But while Rebecca was utterly exhausted and discouraged, Greta was triumphant and enjoying every moment of her domination.
?Not so hot now, are you, you snob?? Greta hissed in Rebecca?s ear.
At the same time she shook Rebecca?s head back and forth, like a dog tearing at a chew toy. All the time though, she keep her hand pressed tightly against the brunette?s breathing passages, ensuring her no possible escape. In addition, keeping the other arm covering Rebecca?s eyes, served to further disorient and frighten the brunette. You can?t fight what you can?t see, after all.
Eventually, the body scissors and smother overwhelmed Rebecca and she slipped into a deep sleep, utterly defeated. Greta felt the last vestiges of strength leave her rival?s body but kept the killer hold in place for another minute or two to make sure there would be no miraculous comeback. Finally, smiling, she let go of the hold with a theatrical flourish and beamed ?I win? in triumph. The rinsode bell was truck to make it official.
Greta then invited the reporters covering the match into the ring. She propped Rebecca up onto her bum and slid behind her. She wrapped one arm across Rebecca?s chest and used her free hand to grab a mop of the brunette?s hair and hold up her defeated face. She then conducted a series of interviews while posing over her knocked out rival like this.
?What was the key moment in the fight, Greta??
?I think it was the moment she made the mistake of accepting a challenge from me?but it might also have been the knee to her cxnt,? laughed Greta
?Were you expecting more of a challenge from her??
?Kind of. She?s a big, strong girl and hits hard. However I am much quicker and had a plan. She was kind of a dummy and kept letting me sting her until she didn?t know where she was.?
?Was this fight personal? You seemed to take a lot of pleasure in hurting her??
?It?s true, we don?t like each other. I?m sure if it had gone the other way she would have punished me too. But poor Becky bit off more than she could chew!?
?You really gave her some hard belly shots. Was that part of your strategy??
?Good question. Yes it was. I scouted her before our match and noticed she really didn?t like it in the belly. So, once she was sufficiently tenderized, I made a point of gutting her. She was a really soft, sexy belly too so it was really satisfying to drill her down there. I think she was already mentally defeated by that part of the match but the belly punches really sealed the deal and broke her spirit.?
?Did you break her jaw? It looks like you might have.?
?Hmm, let?s see,? said Greta, She then grabbed Rebecca?s by the jaw and squished her cheeks together. ?Oh yeah. I think I did. Yeah, I definitely did some damage there,? said Greta, laughing again.
?What are you going to do now? Who are you going to take on next??
?I?d really like to hammer Rachel McAdams into a pile of pudding but for right now I?m going to drag this great, big, dumb brunette into the locker room and have some more fun with her. I think she?s starting to wake up and I have lots more things I can do to hurt her!?
Greta then fired a vicious elbow into the top of Rebecca?s skull to make sure she stayed quiescent. She then grabbed her ponytail again and used it to drag the brunette out of the ring, up the ramp and into the locker room.
That was the last time we saw Rebecca Hall in the ring.
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Eiza Gonzalez vs. Gal Gadot
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Gal Gadot was pretty wiped and quickly becoming only more drained but she could smell blood in the water; the definition of bent but not broken. She was determined to close this duel her way as she stalked behind the wobbly Eiza rising slowly back up to her feet after just being tossed down to the mat in a power bomb. Gadot had a chip on her shoulder the entire night. She was frustrated beyond belief at her Oscar snub for Wonder Woman and wasn't about to lose to this B-list glorified model as she thought of Eiza.
Just as Gonzalez finally got back up to her feet, Gal went in for the kill. She pounced on Gonzalez wrapping her powerful legs around her waist and her muscular arms around her neck before falling backwards down towards the mat taking Eiza with her locking the squirming woman in a body scissors/sleeper hold combo. Purposely catapulted herself back down on the canvas took a little more out of Gadot but not enough for her to loose grip on the increasingly panicking Eiza as it was all adrenaline for her at this point in the fight. It was a particularly sexy sight watching both gorgeous but exhausted babes withering on the mat; both their attires long been torn to shreds leaving both of them in their drop-dead sexy bra and panties with Gal going with the pure white and Eiza going with the more scandalous black lace bra and thong.
The locked in submission hold was gradually breaking down Gonzalez as her neck was constricted and her mid-section was compressed by Gal's superior limbs, but things were only about to get worse for her when Eiza tried unsuccessful swinging her foot back and up over her hoping to connect with a blow that would force Gal off her. But not only did Eiza complete whiff on the break attempt, but Gadot was able to quickly reach out and snatch Eiza's ankle and yank her long leg back over her body in now not only an even more painful hold but also a way more embarrassing position for Gonzalez. Getting squeezed in the middle of the ring wasn't enough as now her mile-long leg was now folded over her body; her thong barely covering her now wide open crotch flashing the entire arena.
This sensational three-pronged attack, a choke hold, a rib scissors and a leg spread for good measure all at once, instantly drove Eiza to tears of agony and humiliation as she screamed her surrender and the finishing bell rang and Gal was deservedly the victor. In a very un-Wonder Woman like display, Gal showed her true saltiness that evening by keeping the contorting submission hold on her victim before all poor Eiza would do was pass out like a ragdoll in Gadot's grasp. Once feeling her defeated foe go limp, Gal released her hold and unceremoniously flipped the zonked out Eiza face down on the mat and placed one of her bare feet on the sticking up booty of Gonzalez for a victory pose truly worthy of a superhero; award shows be damned!
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Just wanted to share the "finish her" style recaps I wrote for the seventh Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPV as well as a link to the blog. Enjoy the stories!!
http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-7.html
Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=70300.0
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Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK
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Kate Mara
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Bedford, New York
Kate Mara (52%) defeats Keira Knightley (48%)
"The gangly brunette was motionless flat on her back, bewildered as she blankly stared up at the ceiling after just having been impaled by a heart-stopping front kick to the sternum. She breathlessly sopped up any oxygen that might squeek through to her deflated lungs, coughing and sputtering as her fingers delicately clutched her bare bosom. Mara's thoughts wandered back to her last match with Emily Addision and the humiliation bestowed by the ruthless fetish model; her own desires becoming more devious as her eyes traced Keira's spread thighs, the bushy landing strip shaven just above her cxnt a delightful target. Suddenly Kate was snapped out of her daydream by movement as the Brit began to crab-crawl toward the bottom rope until her protruding shoulder blades pressed against the rubber.
Mara met the blubbering brunette with merciless hostility, wryly grinning as she planted her boot against the Brit's throat and sealed her windpipe tight against the bowing bottom rope. Keira desperately clawed at Kate's ankle attempting to pry her foot from her neck, her long legs frantically pedaling for traction as she was slowly robbed of any remaining oxygen in her burning lungs. Finally Keira's eyes rolled into the back of her skull as her delicate frame slumped flat against the canvas, her legs sliding spread eagle as her diminutive breasts twitched and convulsed.
Not quite finished, Kate bent down and arrested one of Keira's ankles; dragging her lifeless, nude body back into the center of the ring. With all the pent-up frustration from her humiliating start, she planted a foot against the Brit's bare mound and ruthlessly dug her heel into Knightley's crotch, assuring all those watching that she was just a stepping-stone."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Jennifer Lawrence
Age: 27
Height: 5'9
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Indian Hills, Kentucky
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Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York
Jennifer Lawrence (74%) defeats Michelle Trachtenberg (26%)
"Lawrence methodically stalked the drunken brunette, chasing a scattered Trachtenberg around the outskirts of the ring as Michelle tried desperately to prolong the inevitable. You couldn't blame the brunette for her arrogance, she hadn't had so much as a hiccup thus far in the CWF, but there were unanswered questions about her competition swirling around her coming into this fight with Jennifer Lawrence. Ready to put those questions to bed and prove Michelle had a ways to go before being mentioned in the same sentence as Lawrence, the shapely blonde scooped up the staggered brunette from behind and bent her into a paralyzing pretzel.
Michelle breathlessly mewled as J-Law ruthlessly stepped over her left thigh and hooked the crook of her right arm, contorting her lithe frame into a dreaded abdominal stretch. Trachtenberg's entire upper body strained as she threw her head back in agony, her pert B-cups and toned abdomen pointed toward the rafters as Jennifer refused to relent, awkwardly putting an immense amount of strain on Michelle's right shoulder. Suddenly there was an audible pop followed by a horrified scream from the bent brunette, immediately rapping her opposite hand across Jennifer's thigh in submission, but it was too late. Michelle crumpled to the canvas clutching her right arm, sobbing face down against the mat as she gingerly cradled her dislocated shoulder. The stern expression on Jennifer's face didn't change in the slightest, mouthing; "Too easy" to her overjoyed camp as she slid out of the ring."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Alexandra Daddario
Age: 31
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: New York City, New York
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Kate Upton
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: St. Joseph, Michigan
Kate Upton (53%) defeats Alexandra Daddario (47%)
"A stream of drool sloshed from between Alexandra's lips as she dropped to her knees near the ropes, one arm gently draped over the middle rope to keep herself upright as the ring quaked around her. With a sharp tug on one of the dangling drawstrings, Upton undid Daddario's heroic top, the thin material fluttering to the floor leaving her heaving bosom heavily teardropping toward the canvas as Alex shrunk to her haunches.
"Now this is gonna hurt..." Kate gruffly barked, planting one of her heels between Alex's shoulderblades, crossing her wrists, and wrenching her helpless Amazonian frame backwards in a crippling straight jacket hold. Alex began to gargle as her own arms crossed against her throat, eyes bulging as she sputtered for oxygen. Her massive breasts pancaked together as she squirmed and struggled, mouth dropping agape as she fought to draw in a mouthful of air. Her abdomen flexed and convulsed, chest quaking as she began to sulk back to her behind, long eyelashes fluttering before they glued shut for good. Upton wrung her choke even deeper as the brunette's bronzed frame lifelessly twitched, finally slinging her dismissively to her belly and planting a victorious boot against her upturned ass."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Cali Logan
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: California
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Taylor Swift
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 34A
Hometown: Reading, Pennsylvania
Cali Logan (63%) defeats Taylor Swift (37%)
"The scene was almost heartbreaking, the blonde pop princess lying face down in the center of the ring sobbing into the canvas; the soft, delicate curves of her nude body holding the attention of every pair of eyes in the arena as she twisted and writhed in shame and degradation. Cali circled the humiliated Swift like a proud lioness, the shred remains of her diamond-studded ensemble littering the mat. Logan slung her shin into the middle of Taylor's bent spine, a hoarse squeal erupting from between the blonde's pursed lips as she lulled reluctantly to her backside, revealing every vulnerable inch of her exposed flesh. Streaks of mascara ran down Tay's cheeks as she helplessly looked up at Cali's eclipsing backside, straddling the singer before lowering her plump derri?re over her face.
Tay's muffled cries were completely lost underneath Cali's round ass, sensually grinding her hips to ensure the blonde sank deeper between her cheeks, running her hands over Tay's bare bosom, cupping her trembling breasts as Swift helplessly squirmed. Taylor's lanky frame arched and craned as she slowly suffocated, her pendulous gams planting against the mat and exploding upwards in an attempt to buck Logan, but she'd ridden and tamed wilder stallions than Swift.
The bronzed Logan hunched over Taylor's convulsing frame, hooking the inside of her right thigh and scooping her neverending legs to her own bosom, cradling Taylor's lower half as her struggling slowly subsided. Logan groped and squeezed Taylor's upturned behind, invasively tracing her bare cxnt through her legs before thrusting her middle and ring fingers between Tay's lips. Swift's curled frame gently quivered as Cali rhythmically pumped her fingers into Taylor's pussy, finally falling deathly still and sulking lifelessly to the mat with her milky ass still upturned towards the ceiling as the 3-count rang out."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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I can't believe Kate Upton managed to win against Alexandra Daddario given how far behind she was.
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I think daddario should have smashed her, must have been a bad day for her,
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possibly one crazed kate fan with 12 accounts but who knows.
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possibly one crazed kate fan with 12 accounts but who knows.
LOL! Or possibly 12 crazed Kate fans with one account each. But either way, there's no denying the crazy!
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Jennifer Love Hewitt & Scarlett Johansson vs Kat Dennings & Beth Behrs
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"Wrecking balls!" Kat cried out, eliciting a roar of approval from the crowd. Her partner Beth grasped her right wrist and flung the brunette toward a corner of the ring, wherein Jennifer stood leaning back against the turnbuckles, too dazed from the superkick she had just taken from Behrs to comprehend what was happening. Dennings rocketed toward the corner until her lush body splashed with a devastating impact into that of Hewitt, with Kat's 34DD's smashing brutally into Jen's 34D's like...well, there's a reason why Kat calls this move the "Wrecking Balls".
There is a loud, wet smack as their bodies crash together, accompanied by the agonized moan of air being hammered out of Jen's lungs. Her body slumps, held upright only by her limp arms draped over the top ropes on either side of her. And now comes the time to take care of the other half of this tag team.
In the opposite corner is Scarlett, likewise the stunned victim of Beth's superkick. Once more, Behrs whips her partner toward their opponent, and once again Dennings rockets into her target with foundation-leveling force. Johansson's 32DD's fare no better than those of her teammate, and she likewise is left limp and ragged in the corner.
Now Beth and Kat take their opposite numbers by a wrist and pull them out of their corners, then Irish whip them toward center ring. Each in a stupor, Jennifer and Scarlett make no effort to resist, and they hurtle toward one another on stumbling legs. Suddenly there is a loud THUD as they collide, their chests pancaking together from the force, and repelling both of them onto their backs, where they lay starfished on the canvas, glazed eyes staring blankly at the arena lights above. Wearing the smirks of smug success, Dennings places a boot upon Hewitt's heaving chest, and Behrs does likewise with Johansson, and the referee duly slaps the mat for the one...two...three!
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HA! Wrecking Balls.
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Jennifer Lawrence
Age: 27
Height: 5'9
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Indian Hills, Kentucky
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Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York
Jennifer Lawrence (74%) defeats Michelle Trachtenberg (26%)
"Lawrence methodically stalked the drunken brunette, chasing a scattered Trachtenberg around the outskirts of the ring as Michelle tried desperately to prolong the inevitable. You couldn't blame the brunette for her arrogance, she hadn't had so much as a hiccup thus far in the CWF, but there were unanswered questions about her competition swirling around her coming into this fight with Jennifer Lawrence. Ready to put those questions to bed and prove Michelle had a ways to go before being mentioned in the same sentence as Lawrence, the shapely blonde scooped up the staggered brunette from behind and bent her into a paralyzing pretzel.
Michelle breathlessly mewled as J-Law ruthlessly stepped over her left thigh and hooked the crook of her right arm, contorting her lithe frame into a dreaded abdominal stretch. Trachtenberg's entire upper body strained as she threw her head back in agony, her pert B-cups and toned abdomen pointed toward the rafters as Jennifer refused to relent, awkwardly putting an immense amount of strain on Michelle's right shoulder. Suddenly there was an audible pop followed by a horrified scream from the bent brunette, immediately rapping her opposite hand across Jennifer's thigh in submission, but it was too late. Michelle crumpled to the canvas clutching her right arm, sobbing face down against the mat as she gingerly cradled her dislocated shoulder. The stern expression on Jennifer's face didn't change in the slightest, mouthing; "Too easy" to her overjoyed camp as she slid out of the ring."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Pride comes before a fall. This is a teachable moment for Michelle, but the question is, can she apply this lesson toward righting her career? And I imagine the next opponent to challenge her will see her as easy pickings now. It should prove interesting. ;)
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That was a great hot quick one about Kat & Beth squashing Scarjo and J Love!
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Scarlett definitely drew the short straw when paired with a classic jobber like JLH. ;)
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Pride comes before a fall. This is a teachable moment for Michelle, but the question is, can she apply this lesson toward righting her career? And I imagine the next opponent to challenge her will see her as easy pickings now. It should prove interesting. ;)
The ONE SINGLE MOST VALUABLE lesson Michelle should take from this is to be more careful about who she gets into fights with - or who she allows her management to put her in fights with if she has someone/anyone who arranges these things. Lawrence is younger, bigger, heavier than Michelle and would be favored in almost any kind of (fair) fight.
I know (from years of doing extensive, in depth, research of Internet fetish sites around the world) that Michelle - and others - have enjoyed success against Lawrence and others like her. But Damon Runyon (who like me made a career of studying these types of confrontations) said it better than I can (so that's why I paraphrase him here instead of looking it up): "The race isn't always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong... but that's the way to bet."
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The ONE SINGLE MOST VALUABLE lesson Michelle should take from this is to be more careful about who she gets into fights with - or who she allows her management to put her in fights with if she has someone/anyone who arranges these things. Lawrence is younger, bigger, heavier than Michelle and would be favored in almost any kind of (fair) fight.
I know (from years of doing extensive, in depth, research of Internet fetish sites around the world) that Michelle - and others - have enjoyed success against Lawrence and others like her. But Damon Runyon (who like me made a career of studying these types of confrontations) said it better than I can (so that's why I paraphrase him here instead of looking it up): "The race isn't always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong... but that's the way to bet."
If Michelle is wise, she and her manager will take great care in selecting her next opponent. She not only needs a win, but a decisive one in order to reestablish herself as a force to be reckoned with.
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Kaley Cuoco vs Eiko Koike
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Oahu, Hawaii - It had been a spectacular battle between the two buxom beauties, but all assembled would agree that in the past few minutes, Kaley has been nothing short of magnificent, as the American blonde began to overwhelm her Japanese rival.
And it all came to a screeching halt, as Eiko raked her nails across Cuoco's eyes, blinding her. The Asian then slammed her palms into the sides of her opponent's skull, stunning the blonde. A kneelift to the lower belly winded Kaley and doubled her over, allowing Koike to place her adversary's head between her thighs. Then, wrapping her arms around Kaley's midsection, and giving a warrior's cry, the Japanese brunette hoisted her opponent up, holding her upside down as Cuoco's feet pointed to the ceiling. Suddenly, Eiko dropped to her knees, executing a Tombstone Piledriver. The crown of Cuoco's head took the full brunt of the impact, which even the plush carpeting of the mansion did little to blunt, and her lush body flopped like a rag doll to the floor.
The Asian rolls her rival over onto her back and sits atop her belly. The bikini halters of both combatants had long since been torn away, and now Koike bent downward, her 32F breasts enveloping Kaley's face, the sweat of both helping to form an airtight seal within the satiny trap. "Oyasumi, ushi!" Eiko sneers. Badly dazed, Cuoco is plunged into panic and confusion, and the latter half of Fight or Flight seizes control; her left hand begins to tap furiously upon the back of her smothering tormentor.
With a smug smirk on her pouty lips, Eiko sits up and casually brushes her hair back with her hand. She then stands up and walks to another part of the room, picking up her opponent's discarded halter top. Kaley sits up, panting hard for breath, eyes wide, a look of shock and confusion on her face. Did she really just lose?
She gets confirmation a moment later, as Koike puts her foot to Cuoco's chest and shoves her onto her back. She then plants that foot upon Kaley's heaving bare breasts; her curvaceous body glistening with perspiration, the sneering Japanese beauty gives a cruel cackle and holds aloft Kaley's bikini top as her trophy, then taunts the tearful Cuoco with, "Ototta meinu!"
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Hailee Steinfeld vs. Maia Mitchell
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Hailee let out a primal scream as she yanked both of Mitchell's long legs back under her arms locking in a devastating Boston Crab submission. Not satisfied to just lock in the hold, Hailee took things a step further and kept leaning back while remaining comfortably seated on Maia's increasingly stretched and contorted back. Steinfeld pulled those lanky, silky-smooth legs further and further back until her victim's body was crudely bent in half backward; her bare toes actually touching the canvas above her facing down head which was now covering the mat in a pool of tears.
Maia began to tap almost instantly signaling her clear defeat at the hands of her stronger opponent. Just a little while ago she had suffered a brutal loss to Daisy Ridley via a nasty sharpshooter hold and yet again she came out on the losing end against another superior opponent using her own prized legs against her in the most agonizing way imaginable. She frantically pounded her palm down in complete surrender but Hailee, seemingly in a blind frenzy of adrenaline with a crazed wide-eyed look on her face, kept increasing the pressure bending Mitchell's legs back even more until it looked like poor Maia was about to snap in two clean pieces. It was a surprising display of destruction from Steinfeld who seemed always classy and elegant enough on talk shows and on the red carpet but apparently when you got her inside a wrestling ring, she had a well-hidden mean streak that Maia had the displeasure of experiencing first hand tonight.
After much effort by the referee to stop this torture, Hailee finally released the hold letting Maia's folded over body unknot itself and her limp legs crashed back down to the mat with a thud. Maia had already blacked out minutes before but Hailee never even noticed. Adding one more insult to much injury, Hailee bent down to grip the bottom of Maia's tight blue dress and stripped it off her motionless body leaving the defeated girl face down in the middle of the ring with her booty sticking up in just a matching midnight blue string thong offering no modesty at all. Steinfeld raised both arms high in the air, with hand holding Mitchell's disrobed attire of course, and placed her foot on Maia's bum for the victory pose.
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Heather Morris vs Jennifer Lawrence
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The statuesque blondes grunted as they struggled against one another in collar and elbow lock-up holds, their bodies glistening with sweat as each strained to overcome the other and put an end to this long, grueling battle. Suddenly, Jennifer twists around, grasping her opponent's right wrist in an attempt to apply an armlock. However, Heather deftly spins herself around, freeing her wrist even as she herself grabs Lawrence's own wrist, and an instant later, the startled Jen finds herself caught in a hammerlock.
Morris keeps the hold in place for a few moments longer until she suddenly releases it. Wrapping her arms around her rival's waist from behind, Heather growls as she lifts the shocked Jennifer up into the air...only to suddenly bring her crashing back down for an atomic drop, Heather's knee smashing into her foe's groin. Lawrence gives a shrieking howl of anguish and collapses to the floor, her hands clutching her aching womanhood.
Moving with viper swiftness, Heather drops to her knees and rolls her adversary over onto her back. Morris then wraps her legs around Jennifer's head for a figure four headscissors, her dance-trained thighs tightening like steel coils. Spectators would later agree that it was at this moment that the smug smirk of superiority that had been on Lawrence's face throughout the match evaporated for good on this night. Jen thrashed and squirmed, her hands slapping and tugging at the merciless legs that squeezed her skull, her face purpling and eyes growing glazed. "Nooooo" she moaned. "Not like this...not to you...!" Her contempt for Heather had been obvious from the very start of the match, and without a doubt that realization that she was losing to her was a reality that Lawrence was unhappily acknowledging.
Finally, Jennifer's movements grew sluggish and her eyelids began to flutter shut. Another few moments of this, and she would be unconscious. But that didn't suit Heather at all, so instead she opened her legs and released her opponent. But the battling blonde wasn't being merciful.
The first thing she did was strip Jennifer of her bikini halter. Next, shoving the stunned blonde onto her belly, Morris used the garment to tie Lawrence's wrists behind her back. Heather then stood up and, planting a foot upon her rival's rear end, she raised her arms to acknowledge her victory, as her beaten adversary lay bound and helpless beneath her.
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FLASHBACK 2001: Sarah Michelle Gellar & Alyson Hannlgan vs Kate Hudson & Thora Birch
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It had become evident very quickly that the decision by an over-confident Sarah and Alyson to agree to Kate and Thora's demand that this be a No Disqualification Match was a tactical mistake by the reigning HWA tag champs. As a tag team, Gellar and Hannlgan were unparalleled in the league. But Hudson and Birch were mistresses of melee matches, and with no risk of being DQ'd, they ruthlessly double-teamed their opponents without hesitation. As a result, the titleholders found themselves on the defensive early on, and had been unable to turn the tide and mount a sustained offense.
And that didn't look to be changing anytime soon. Alyson was hung upside down in a tree of woe; Thora was facing her on her knees, hammering away with punches to the helpless redhead's belly, leaving her gasping pitifully for breath. Meanwhile, Sarah had managed to snare Kate in an abdominal stretch, and was anxious to make her fellow blonde submit as swiftly as possible. Unfortunately for Gellar, Birch took a break from mauling Hannlgan to come and deliver a double axe handle blow between the titleholder's shoulder blades, stunning her and breaking the hold. The save made, Thora returned to her opposite number, and was now peppering short kicks into Aly's battered belly. Still wincing from the pain of the stretch, Hudson dragged Gellar by the hair over to another corner, and began to slam her adversary's face into the top turnbuckle again and again, hammering Sarah senseless.
Now comes the crescendo of violence. Kate hair hauls the dazed Sarah to center ring, then crouches down and wraps her arms around her opponent's thighs. With a grunt, Hudson lifts Gellar up into the air, even as Birch rushes over, wraps an arm around Sarah's neck, and the duo deliver a devastating 3D to the tag champ. As Gellar lay insensate and splayed upon the mat, Thora goes back to Alyson, drags her from the turnbuckle, and pulls her to the middle of the ring as well. There, she and her partner repeat the move, with an identical result: Hannlgan left starfished and stupefied on the canvas alongside her partner.
Kate and Thora go for covers, not even bothering to hook the legs of their victims, and the three count comes in moments. They excitedly jump to their feet and accept the championship belts as the announcer proclaims, "Your new HWA Tag Team Champions...the American Beauties!"
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Lmao aww poor Jenna getting completely hosed
I think she needs to get her hands on Lily and teach her a lesson about why you never abandon your tag team partner!
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Just browsing through some of the earlier pages of this immense thread are we still having specialist girl only days/weeks or did that idea die a death.Sometimes it is usual to browse other peoples stories gives you triggers for match-ups,rivalries etc.The great advantage with this format is even new people can compose snippets of endings without having to write their life away. :)
The last couple of efforts were met with lackluster responses, so I thought I'd let the idea rest for a bit, and see if there's any sort of groundswell for a return to the concept.
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I can only speak for myself, but I found it tough sometimes to stick to a certain theme or topic if I'm not getting anything from that idea at that particular time. All depends if you're in the right zone I guess!
Vanessa Hudgens vs. Lucy Hale
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Formally an accomplished gymnastics star back in her college days, Vanessa carefully balanced herself atop the turnbuckle prepared to mix her acrobatic skill with a flair for the dramatic catfighting finish. Lucy Hale lay sprawled on a canvas below like a human bullseye target; the Pretty Little Liars star having been thoroughly dominated for most of the match against the spunky Hudgens. All Lucy could do was look up in horror as she saw Vanessa bend her knees, take final aim and then...
Hudgens jumped from the top turnbuckle and spread her legs doing a sensational split high in mid-air. She clearly hadn't lost a step in her athleticism and flexibility at all. With pinpoint accuracy, Vanessa's wide open crotch came crashing down right on Hale's face! Lucy's dainty limps rebounded off the ring canvas only to flop back down to the mat spread eagled while her face was completely engulfed within Vanessa?s snatch. Camera bulbs flashed in excitement capturing both the gravity-defying stunt as well as Lucy's extreme humiliation with her face serving as the landing pad for the crotch-smother slam.
Vanessa remained in a split and perched on her rival's face as the ref made the easy 3 count and declared her the winner. Lucy wouldn't preferred to black out but unfortunately was conscious for the whole mortifying ordeal. Hudgens stayed on top of her even after the count and while the ref rose her hand in victory before she playfully rubbed her coochie over Lucy's face, adding some further insult to injury, before finally climbing off the loser and waltzing back to the locker room while poor Hale was left to cry and wither in the ring trying and failing to get the taste of Vanessa's crotch out of her face.
Flashback 2006- Isla Fisher vs. Kristen Bell: Apartment Match
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Sure, it wasn't the most technically impressive way to win a duel. But this was an apartment match after all; a bout freed from the structure and limitation of the basic in-ring, four corners fight. The methods executed needing not be the most complex or advanced to secure the W. Isla Fisher could testify to that. She stood triumphantly over her bent over victim, a thoroughly exhausted and overwhelmed Kristen Bell on her all fours, with one hand firmly gripping her light blonde locks pulling her head and neck back while the other hand reached behind her to grab Bell's black panties yanking the garment way up her caboose like she was trying to start a broken lawnmower. It was so very simple, but also highly effective.
The entire contest had been in this similar fashion: less wrestling match and more so a good, old-fashioned catfight. While both girls had their moments of being on top, Fisher's spitfire feistiness and scrappiness won out in the end as the unfortunate Bell, who had lost more than a few matches in some pretty embarrassing ways, shrieked out in surrender as tears began streaming down her face like twin mini waterfalls. Bell's neck was crudely bent backward until she was almost looking straight up at the ceiling while her own sexy underwear was digging into her nether regions and it wasn't before long the pain and degradation was just too much to bear for yet another time. Kristen collapsed down on the carpeted floor in defeat having officially lost the scuffle but with Fisher still remaining on top of her in glorious victory and still with the hair-pull/wedgie combo in tact.
Isla still wanted to leave everyone with a great lasting image even after her win was secured. The devilish redhead proceeded to suddenly yank Bell's panties even further back to the point where she could hook the extremely elastic undies over her face for the dreaded atomic wedgie! Kristen could only flounder on the floor, flailing her limps in sheer helplessness and humiliation, as Fisher looked down and enjoyed a hearty chuckle at her victim's mortifying position. She even reared her hand back and landed some crisp spanks on Bell's upward and spread milky white booty for good measure; the panties stretched to the absolute limit deep in her crack but somehow still not ripping. After posing for the cameras a little more, Isla waltzed out of the door in glee leaving poor Kristen as an entangled mess inside the apartment.
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Xtra, my friend...a leg split face pin AND an atomic wedgie? You've hit back-to-back homers! ;D
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Love seeing Isla Fisher get some run here :)
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Just wanted to share a handful of "finish her" recaps I'd written for the 8th, 9th, and 10th Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPVs. Check out the site and the latest PPV poll!!
Site: https://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/
PPV 11 Poll: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=70731.0
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Nicki Minaj
Age: 35
Height: 5'2
Weight: 137 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Saint James, Trinidad and Tobago
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Scarlett Johansson
Age: 33
Height: 5'4
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32DD
Hometown: Manhattan, New York City, New York
Nicki Minaj (51%) defeats Scarlett Johansson (49%)
"The sultry blonde helplessly mewled against the corner turnbuckle, swaddling her battered bosom as she sagged to a seated position in the corner. Scarlett whimpered as she eyed her discarded top mere feet away, gingerly reaching with her toes to try and lasso the tattered remains and scoot them back within reach. With a blood-curdling scream from across the ring, the endlessly curvy, raven-haired Minaj thundered toward the downed blonde, going airborn at the last possible moment before impact.
Nicki thrust into Scarlett with reckless abandon, thumping Scarlett in the sternum with her colossal backside in a brutal Bronco Buster. Johansson hoarsely groaned as Nicki trampolined off her heaving bosom, sagging flatter against the canvas with each heavy bounce. Scarlett's eyes fluttered as Nicki's enormous thighs tightened around her rosy cheeks, transitioning into a nasty, inescapable headscissor. Scarlett's guttural gurgling slowly faded as the arrogant Minaj hurled venomous insults, forcing Scar-Jo's delicate features deeper between her bulging thighs until she fell completely still. Scarlett's fleshy bosom twitched as Nicki peeled the vacant blonde out from between her legs, planting a victorious foot on her left tit for the 3-count".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Alison Brie
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Hollywood, Los Angeles, California
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Sara Jean Underwood
Age: 33
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Portland, Oregon
Alison Brie (54%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (46%)
"Brie took a moment to herself to survey the throngs of fans willing her closer toward her first victory, huffing a few strands of disheveled hair from in front of her eyes before they fell upon Sara's hunched form tucked between her split legs. Sara's crumpled top and bottoms littered the canvas as Alison callously positioned the broken blonde for what everyone assumed was a piledriver; the brunette's thighs scrunching against Sara's flushed cheeks as her hands pleadingly wrapped around the back of Alie's flexing stems.
In a moment of indulgence, Alie gently brushed her fingers up the delicate curve of Sara's bare spine, savoring the pleading and wailing coming from her once-snobby opponent before planting a demeaning slap on Sara's upturned ass. Rather than hoisting the Playmate up by the waist, Alison instead chicken-winged the blonde's arms behind her back, lifting her bronzed body in preparation for a brutal Implant Buster. Sara let out a gruff squeal as her bare frame was erected upside down, her emerald eyes darting desperately to the canvas below before Alison dropped to her knees with Underwood in tow.
There was a sickening clap of flesh as Sara slammed chest-first against the mat, her pert C-cups mushrooming against the canvas as she let our an agonized yelp and lulled listlessly to her side swaddling her bosom. The pinfall was little more than a formality as the crippled blonde bawled beneath a victorious Brie, wanting nothing more than for this nightmare to be over".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Sarah Chalke
Age: 41
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Ottawa, Canada
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Emily Addison
Age: 34
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32E
Hometown: Johnson City, Tennessee
Emily Addison (61%) defeats Sarah Chalke (39%)
"Sarah appeared absolutely astounded as she sunk flat to her backside, shattered by a bone-crunching knee drop from the increasingly self-assured and buoyant porn star. Her smoky baby blues darted to the rafters, helplessly attempting to manipulate her splayed, insubordinate limbs as Emily gleefully paraded around her paralyzed opponent.
"You call those mosquito bites tits!? Poor thing... Let's see if the situation is any better down here". Addison venomously hissed in the direction of the vacant blonde, slinging Sarah's glossy black top over the top rope before straddling her midsection and cinching hold of her bikini waistband. Sarah's neatly manicured bush was slowly unveiled to raucous approval as Emily showily shimmied her out of her bottoms, leaving every inch of her spread eagle frame on full display.
Sarah was completely compliant, still too dazed to comprehend the extent of her humiliation as Emily lustfully ran her middle digits over Sarah's smooth pussy lips. Emily wasn't done however; taking a seat next to Sarah's motionless form, arresting matching wrist and ankle, and digging her heel into the blonde's exposed rib cage. Sarah finally jolt back to life, hoarsely squealing as Emily began to arch her delicate frame into an excruciating Bow and Arrow submission hold. The disheveled blonde's pert, bare bosom jut toward the ceiling as Emily contorted her writhing frame, the devastating hold lasting no more than a few seconds before Sarah began to furiously rap her submission against the canvas".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Jessica Biel
Age: 35
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 36C
Hometown: Ely, Minnesota
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Kaley Cuoco
Age: 32
Height: 5'6
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Camarillo, California
Jessica Biel (63%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (37%)
"The elder Biel was stoic; unflappable as a desperate Kaley continued to ratchet up the aggression as her prospects continued to dwindle. Jess sternly looked on as a furious Cuoco held the splintered remains of her own bottoms in one palm, huffing strands of disheveled, sweat-soaked bangs from her eyes before rushing the ever-composed Biel.
Kaley was unapologetic at having been stripped bottomless, catcalls raining down on the sculpted blonde as she sprint toward Biel who refused to retreat. At the last possible moment she flung her bottoms toward Jess in an attempt to distract her, the soaked spandex clapping against Jessica's shoulder as their two toned frames made sickening contact. Like a flash of lightning, Jess artfully dipped her shoulder and skewered the charging Cuoco through her abdomen, Biel's back heel skidding a few inches before anchoring into the canvas.
Suddenly Jess exploded upward from her crouched stance, hoisting a breathless Kaley past the reach of her tippy toes and athletically slinging her frame toward the mat with a spine-tingling form tackle. Kaley's hunched form nearly bore a hole through the canvas as Jess whipped her to the ground, the back of her skull trampolining off the mat in a nasty car crash collision. Jess hooked one of Kaley's lifeless stems but the damage had already been done; a resounding 3-count seeming to last an eternity for the bare-assed, barely-conscious blonde".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
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Jennifer Aniston
Age: 48
Height: 5'5
Weight: 117 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Sherman Oaks, Los Angeles, California
Stana Katic (56%) defeats Jennifer Aniston (44%)
"The two taut cougars recklessly exploded into one another, topless flesh clapping together as they erratically twirled across the ring in a hurricane collar-and-elbow. The disheveled blonde began to gain the upper hand on the taller Katic as their flailing limbs became more entangled, aggressively tucking Stana's head underneath her armpit and cinching in a loose guillotine. Before she could tighten the noose however, the more youthful brunette slung her forearm between Jen's parted thighs.
Aniston helplessly let out a gruff; "HHOOUUUGGGGHHHH" as Katic's brutal low blow left her utterly crippled, her knees quaking before buckling altogether. Jennifer genuflected at Stana's heel as the guillotine unraveled, hoarsely groaning as Katic hauled her upright and flung her into the far ropes by the wrist.
Jen gawkily attempted and failed to hook the top rope with the crook of her elbow as the rubber backstop bowed toward the crowd, catapulting her back toward the planted brunette. With savage intentions, Katic extended one of her sinewy stems and clobbered Jen square in the jaw. Aniston's head snapped to the left as Stana's heel hammered her in the chin, her body instantly stiffening before sloshing lifelessly to the canvas, out cold before she even hit the ground. The entire building was in stunned silence at the brunette's Big Boot, erupting with applause as Katic victoriously planted her toned limb on Aniston's bare, twitching sternum".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Mandy Moore
Age: 33
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Nashua, New Hampshire
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Hilary Duff
Age: 30
Height: 5'2
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Houston, Texas
Hilary Duff (55%) defeats Mandy Moore (45%)
"A brash, borderline-careless Moore continued to tiptoe along the edge of a razor blade in search of her first win, only surviving such a helter-skelter match this long due to her mountainous size advantage over the compact blonde. The mat was stained with pools of the singer's blood, a nasty gash opening up above her left eye after a heart-stopping DDT Hilary had hit just seconds earlier. It was anyone's guess how the brunette was still conscious.
Hilary was asking the same question as she lulled to her backside; the drunken Moore dazedly pressing back to all fours at Duff's feet. A humiliating wardrobe malfunction left the brunette's fleshy C-cups spilling out the sides of her bikini and teardropping toward the canvas, a steady crimson drip trailing behind her as she threw herself like a shawl over the downed Hilary.
Moore continued to stack poor decisions on top of one another, collapsing into Hilary's lap only to be caught by the Venus flytrap in-waiting. Like a lurking boa, Hilary bucked her frame upwards and wrapped her muscular thighs around Moore's neck. Mandy began to desperately gurgle as the blonde's bulging stems tightened around her throat, the veins in her neck straining as her face flushed. Moore's plump backside jut skyward as she spread her legs for leverage, twitching and struggling for a few hopeless moments before she lost her footing and slid into the splits. Hilary's vice was never threatened by Mandy's incoherent squirming, her eyes finally fluttering shut as she collapsed to the canvas, her bare breasts mushrooming against the backs of Hilary's rippling thighs".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Another set of great stories, keep them coming.
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Olivia Holt vs Bindi Irwin
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Air whooshed from the brunette's curvaceous body as Olivia drove her knee up into Bindi's belly, doubling her over. Slipping behind the Aussie, the blonde wrapped her arms around her opponent's head with a sleeper hold. "Time to say g'night, thunder thighs!" Holt sneered, confident that victory was in her grasp.
In desperation, Irwin reaches her hands up and grabs her tormentor's flaxen mane, then lurches forward, flipping the startled Olivia over her back, and sending her crashing onto the penthouse floor. Battle instincts flaring, the brunette lifts her arms up over her head, clasps her hands together, and drops to her knees, slamming a double axe handle blow to Holt's belly, winding her. Bindi then crawls across the gasping blonde's body, hissing, "Now you'll get to see what these thunder thighs can do, ya drongo!" And with that she clamps on a reverse headscissors, her steely thighs tightening around the sides of Olivia's head. The blonde's face reddens and her eyes go wide with pain and panic as she is mercilessly squeezed, the only sounds she can make being squeaks and whines of distress. Then those eyes glaze over as Holt struggles to not be driven unconscious. She begins tapping her hand on her adversary's thigh to signal her surrender, but Bindi, recalling full well how her glamorous foe had taunted and bullied her throughout the match, isn't in any mood to accept a submission, and she continues crushing her rival until at last, Olivia's eyes flutter shut and her body goes limp.
FLASHBACK 1959: Ann-Margret vs Sandra Dee
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It was meant to be a celebratory homecoming for the local girl made good. Sandra Dee was defending her Hollywood Wrestling Alliance Intercontinental Championship for the first time in her native New Jersey, and she aimed to make the folks back home proud.
Unfortunately for her, her opponent this evening was European sensation and HWA newcomer Ann-Margret, whose intent was not only to win the belt, but to make an example of the popular blonde for all other wrestlers to heed.
From the very start of the match, the Swedish redhead proved herself an expert at bending the rules just short of drawing a disqualification, and the result was that Dee was continually kept on the defensive, unable to mount an attack of her own, and the barrage was taking its toll on the blonde. The crowd was shocked, stunned and surly as their fair-haired heroine was ruthlessly mauled by Ann, although all but the most hardcore of Dee devotees had to admit that the redhead was a spectacular talent.
The end finally came after Ann had finished pounding away at Sandra with a flurry of punches in the corner, then peeled the blonde off of the turnbuckles and dragged her stumbling to center ring. There, the Swede pulled Dee's head down between her thighs, wrapped her arms around her waist, and hoisted her up, holding the blonde vertical for long moments, displaying the harried beauty in her helplessness. The challenger then executed a tombstone piledriver, the crown of Sandra's skull taking the full weight of both battlers in the impact; she was unconscious before her body limply flopped to the mat.
Rising up, Ann planted a boot on the starfished blonde's chest and said coolly to the referee, "Make it a ten count". A cascade of boos rained down on the redhead as the official complied, culminating Sandra's humiliation by going for a full ten, with her barely stirring.
The ten pounds of leather and gold were then wrapped around Ann's waist and her right arm was raised, while the announcer declared, "Your winner, and new Intercontinental Champion...Ann-Margret!"
The new titleholder strutted proudly up the aisle, ignoring the jeers of the angry crowd, and carrying herself as every inch the embodiment of victory; afterward, the still-devastated Sandra was carried out on a stretcher, the very picture of abject defeat.
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Hayley Orrantia vs. Ariel Winter
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Hayley was in a bad spot. Her waist was being crushed like she was being squeezed by an anaconda and her squirming only increased the amount of agony she was enduring at the hands of her mighty adversary. Ariel Winter had already built up quite a reputation for herself as a voluptuous vixen with toughness and moxie in her short time in the catfighting world and Hayley only proved to be yet another victim in her quest to the top of the younger ranks. Winter used her superior strength to lock in an impenetrable bearhug hold that was draining the already spent Orrantia more and more by the second. The battle of the ABC sitcom stars proved to be just another showcase for Ariel's brute force as a blossoming brawler.
Not content to just let her foe pass out in such ordinary fashion, Ariel had an idea. While still maintaining the bearhug, Ariel carried the whimpering Goldbergs star over to the turnbuckle while lowering herself a little so that Haylay's face was now completely submerged between Winter's impressive bosom. Ariel continued amping up the pressure constricting her arms even more around Haylay's snapping spine while simultaneously smothering her into oblivion in a position now not only really painful but also increasingly embarrassing for Hayley. As if that wasn't overwhelming enough for Orrantia, she suddenly was jolted backwards so that the back of her head and neck would ricochet off the top turnbuckle and right back into Ariel's all-encompassing breasts. Haylay looked like an abused bobblehead as her noggin kept knocking back and forth between the padded but still unforgiving turnbuckle knot and Ariel's prized boobs. The crowd even began counting in unison with each time her cranium bounced like a pinball stuck rebounding in the corner of the machine.
Winter kept this abuse going for minutes until poor Haylay turned to puddy in her arms; completely limp and zonked out from all the blows to the head and suffocating of her face. Ariel casually flung the blacked out girl back towards the center of the ring where she landed with a thud to the canvas below out cold and spread eagled. Ariel then crawled over her squashed rival and again plopped her tits right down on Haylay's face for the smother pinfall victory; a fitting finish for the deserved victor and only a "Better luck next time!" for poor Hayley.
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Thanks to all the writers for sharing you wonderful stories here. 8)
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My first story here. Might be a little long for this format but wanted to give it a try.
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The nice girl tag. Precisely the worst label to be stuck with in the world of celebrity catfighting. Once you had that associated with you, it was very hard to shrug off. Beating a cream puff just wouldn't cut it. You had to bring down a whale to get some respect.
Peyton soon found her whale. Jennifer Anniston was 49 years old. Her best days were behind her but when she was challenged by the young upstart, 30 whole years younger than herself, it was too good an opportunity to pass up. She had the chance to show that she still had the moves that had once secured her top billing even amongst the elite fighters of their world.
Jennifer did indeed still have the moves. Time and time again, she'd executed a fierce takedown. Landed a vicious blow. Trapped Peyton in a devastating hold. She'd thrown absolutely everything into this fight, exhausting her full repertoire of tricks and kicks.
Yet it still wasn't enough. Every single time she thought that she'd finally put away the usurper away for good, Peyton had just sprang back up and continued to advance on her again. After half an hour of constant repetitive attacks, Jennifer began to feel the strain of her years. She began to lose a little of the zip and verve that she had possessed at the beginning of their fight. Peyton began to slip through some of the punches that were thrown at her, began to land a few shots of her own and Jennifer felt every one of them.
*Slap* Peyton's open palm drove with unerring accuracy into Jennifer's cheek. Jennifer's hand came up too late to block. She still tried though, which only left her in more danger when Peyton hunkered down and charged forward, driving her shoulder into Jennifer's stomach. The elder actress jackknifed as her blonde rival took them both down to the ground. Breathing heavily, Anniston clung on tight, trying to keep Peyton in close quarters so she didn't have enough room to manoeuvre. It didn't matter though. Peyton had tasted the scent of victory in the air and she wasn't to let up now, her hands clamping tight to Jennifer's famous breasts and she began to squeeze them hard. Jennifer howled with pain as the dirty tactics of her adversary took her by surprise.
Just five minutes later, the proud Jennifer Anniston was sobbing in a heap on the ground. She'd been stripped naked and all over her abused body there were red welts springing up. None more so than on her tits which had received the full ferocity of Peyton's wrath. Sneering down on her was Ms. List herself. No one who saw the 19 year old at that moment, as she glared down at Jennifer's broken body would have dared to think that she could be called a 'nice girl'. There was a look of unashamed scorn etched across her features as she stretched out a long leg and flipped Anniston onto her back. She took her time now, knowing that there was no chance of reprisal from her beaten rival. With delicate care, she settled herself down into a sitting position atop Jennifer, before slowly shuffling forward until her crotch was inches from the beaten blondes face. She looked down and saw Jennifer staring up at her, fearful and pleading.
There was no mercy to be had as Peyton slipped those last few inches forward, obscuring Jennifer's face from sight. The old actress bucked for a few seconds but she accepted her fate soon enough and fell still, permitting Peyton to enjoy her throne and her new title of 'badass chick'.
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There was no mercy to be had as Peyton slipped those last few inches forward, obscuring Jennifer's face from sight. The old actress bucked for a few seconds but she accepted her fate soon enough and fell still, permitting Peyton to enjoy her throne and her new title of 'badass chick'.
Despite your name, this story was anything but average - especially for your first entry in here! ;) There are lots of things we're grateful for with this thread, especially all of these phenomenal stories, but we're also extremely excited to be introduced to new and talented writers all the time. This was a really fun story and glad to see Peyton get some attention - we're always excited when fighters play against type. Girls like Peyton and others like her, who are 'stereotyped' as too sweet or nice to be competitive, it's really fun to see them shed that label, often at the expense of those who have underestimated them! Really nice work and we'll look forward to seeing more from you in the future! Good luck!
Of course, a huge thank you to all of those who have written for this thread and contributed to the overall awesomeness of celebrity fighting! We do our small part in helping with the FCBA, but am really in awe at all of the talented, creative people around here - keep up the stellar work and know how appreciated it truly is!
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Joe, that is one spectacular way of saying hello! I absolutely loved this piece, and I'm anxiously awaiting further contributions from you to our merry little funhouse. ;D
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nice job.
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Kate Upton
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: St. Joseph, Michigan
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Cali Logan
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: California
Kate Upton (57%) defeats Cali Logan (43%)
"You would be hard-pressed to find a more stark contrast of bodies; Cali's pert C-cups dangling from her diminutive 5'3 frame, no longer encumbered by any fabric shackles as she circled a visibly winded Upton. Despite Logan's spotless record, many expected the endlessly curvy swimsuit model to roll over her petite opponent; but the curvaceous Upton, standing stark nude opposite a prowling Cali, looked like she was wading through quicksand at this juncture of the match.
Kate stood her ground primarily out of exhausted necessity as Logan energetically darted forward and back; the ring quaking with each quick-twitch, entrancing lunge from the fetish model. Perhaps feeling herself a bit too much, Logan finally picked her spot; bursting forward and recklessly impaling Upton through the waistline with her dipped shoulder. Kate let out a throaty moan as her massive frame folded over Cali's shoulder, her heaving bosom mushrooming against the small of Logan's back as she was clumsily driven into the far turnbuckle spine-first. Upton feverishly clawed for leverage as Cali hooked the backs of her thighs and attempted to take the blonde to the canvas, finally snagging the waistband of Cali's thong and mercilessly hiking the floss-like material midway up her back. Cali suddenly froze as the invasive spandex split her cheeks, the bunched crotch of her bottoms disappearing between her lips and revealing a glimpse of her glorious bush.
"The 70's called, Cali...." Upton gruffly teased, absentmindedly trailing off as she continued to wrench the fraying material between the brunette's quaking thighs as Cali was forced up close and personal with Kate's sleek, shaven cxnt. With Cali utterly paralyzed, Kate aggressively bent forward and hooked the brunette's right leg, tugging and tucking it up against her belly before wheeling away from the turnbuckle. In one artful motion Kate twirled and delivered a crippling Fisherman's Suplex, slinging the seemingly weightless Logan over her head and spiking her curled spine into the canvas below.
Logan let out an abrupt, guttural groan as she trampolined off the mat and sloshed to a motionless stop, her leg still in-tow as Kate folded Cali in half with a shameless bridge pin. Kate sensually extended to her tippy toes, her flawless frame triumphantly flexing as every bronzed fold of flesh glistened under the overhead spotlight, every jaw in the building frozen agape as an elongated 3-count rang out".
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Nicki Minaj
Age: 35
Height: 5'2
Weight: 137 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Saint James, Trinidad and Tobago
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Jennifer Lawrence
Age: 27
Height: 5'9
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Indian Hills, Kentucky
Nicki Minaj (51%) defeats Jennifer Lawrence (49%)
"A stunned Lawrence drunkenly careened into the far ropes clutching her milky, freckled bosom; scuffling over the discarded remains of her candy red bikini top. She clumsily draped her upper body over the top rope, snagging the rubber cable with the crook of her armpit and using the bowing rope as a lifeline to remain upright. Her eyelashes daintily fluttered as a fiery Nicki covertly approached from behind; Jen's sagging frame still dwarfing a fully upright Minaj at only 5'2. Tonight, it hadn't mattered.
Minaj arrogantly paused her sidling and began to mime as though she was perturbed, placing a contemplative finger on her smirking lips as she lined up the blonde redwood for a decisive felling. With a rare display of athleticism, Nicki arched one of her legs up to the middle of Jen's spine; planting her heel right between the blonde's protruding shoulder blades and applying an immense amount of pressure thanks to her powerful, flexing thighs. Simultaneously, she gripped the top rope on either side of Lawrence's frame and tugged backwards on the springy ropes, tightening the biting rubber against the front of her throat.
Jennifer immediately began to spasm and squirm despite being irreversibly locked in the makeshift noose, the straining veins in her slender neck bulging against the unforgiving top rope as she gagged for oxygen. It only took a matter of seconds for her knees to knock and buckle, her bare breasts quaking and teardropping towards the canvas, perfectly framed by the top and middle ropes pressing firmly into her milky white skin. Finally her prying fingers fell lifelessly to her sides, helplessly twitching as Minaj mercilessly kept her pinned until her consciousness faded. With a dismissive huff she removed her heel and slung the sulking blonde to the mat; each of her comatose limbs pointing to a different corner of the ring as Nicki planted a victorious foot against her upturned bosom to deafening applause".
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Love your polls/result stories, Taylor!!
Kelsey Chow vs. Aubrey Plaza
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Kelsey was regretting how flexible her figure proved to be. Her petite and limber body would quickly become Aubrey's personal ragdoll to torture. Flat on her stomach after what was a pretty ruthless beatdown right from the opening bell by the cunning and sadistic Plaza, Kelsey felt her tormenter take a seat on her back and bend one of her skinny legs way up and back over her body in a single crab leg lock. Aubrey had an almost twisted smile on her face as she looked like she was about to snap a twig by how much she was yanking Chow's leg back while the other leg was left to flail helplessly on the mat and thereby giving everyone a wide-open look at Kelsey's crotch. In the dead center of the ring, Kelsey immediately began tearing up and slapping the mat in surrender.
The bell rang, but Aubrey didn't let go. She actually increased the pressure. Kelsey was stunned when she felt her leg stretched back even further almost to the point where her toes met the top of her head. Even a professional gymnast would find this position agonizing. While it was clear Aubrey chose to continue her domination just because she found it so fun to do, she quickly crew tired of Kelsey's pathetic shrieks and squeals. Thinking on the fly, Plaza remained sitting on Chow's contorted back but readjusted her position so that she was sitting on her knees and both her bare feet were right in Kelsey's weeping face. What followed was a domino effect: Aubrey leaned back even more not only still stretching Chow's leg beyond the limit but in doing so she also accomplished the goal of foot-smothering Kelsey's face into oblivion and stifling her pleas for mercy! The crowd got a great kick out of the mortifying ending for poor Kelsey who was powerless to stop any of this incredibly demeaning torment. She gasped desperately for air but couldn't get much with her features deeply wedged in-between Plaza's sweaty and stinky feet.
After what seemed like forever, Aubrey could certainty go on forever judging by the wide smile on her face the whole time, she felt Kelsey's body go limp and her helpless fidgeting ceased. Plaza still kept the hold in tact for a few seconds longer and, in a display of brutality, she raised her hand high in the air and brought it striking down in a chopping motion right into Chow's spread open crotch! It was a completely unnecessary blow seeing as Aubrey had already won the match by a longshot, but the devlish vixen just couldn't help herself. Kelsey jolted back to life for a millisecond, her features still buried deep in Plaza's feet, before she blacked out again from the intense pain all throughout her body and now including her aching coochie. Aubrey finally threw her leg down to the mat like it was a pool noodle and rose to her feet posing in glory over yet another weakling she demolished in sinister delight.
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(etc., etc., and finally)
There was no mercy to be had as Peyton slipped those last few inches forward, obscuring Jennifer's face from sight. The old actress bucked for a few seconds but she accepted her fate soon enough and fell still, permitting Peyton to enjoy her throne and her new title of 'badass chick'.
There's nothing like recognition as *the new badass chick* to get the attention of other *badass chicks*...
or those who consider themselves a *badass chick*...
or those who want to become known as a *badass chick*...
or someone who knows she herself is NOT a *badass chick* and wants to send a message to someone - like Peyton who thinks she is now a *badass chick* but maybe really is not one - not yet anyway...
or someone who wants real *badass chicks* to leave HER alone a little longer and go find easier prey!
(Hopefully, I didn't leave off any other possibilities?)
So has Peyton List really now established herself as a real *badass chick* or has she simply put a target on her back? Well, at least ONE inquiring mind wants to know - are other women going to come after Peyton to *test* her badassness?
If so, WHO? Other old timers still hanging on? Other up-and-coming youngsters who want to make a reputation? Women and girls of all ages and skill levels who hide from the bright light of the main event ring and fight in prelims and *dark* matches far from the notoriety of big time and title fights?
I'm hoping (expecting!) a series of stories starring Peyton List as she checks off the names of her conquests... maybe call it The Peyton Hit List? or The Hit Peyton List, List? (or am I just being too cute by half?)
Still, it does beg the question: When does success become its own worst enemy?
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Let her face old star badass chick...
Agree on Beckinsale, and I'll add some other *old star badass chicks* of my own.... Jeri Ryan; Charlize Theron; Torrie Wilson; Stacy Keibler; Jennifer Lopez; Jennifer Garner; Jessica Alba; (and the list goes on... and on... and on....)
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http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-12.html
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Kate Upton
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: St. Joseph, Michigan
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Nicki Minaj
Age: 35
Height: 5'2
Weight: 137 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Saint James, Trinidad and Tobago
Kate Upton (70%) defeats Nicki Minaj (30%)
"The two titans of the CWF stood arm-in-arm with one another in the center of the ring; entwined in a crucial, brutally exhausting collar and elbow. The towering Upton hunched over her straining foe as Nicki's planted heels began to skid backwards; all the momentum Minaj had seemingly brought into this fight slowly beginning to hit a proverbial wall. Upton was simply too much woman.
With an eruption of raw power, Kate shifted her weight and cupped Nicki's enormous, dangling orbs. Nicki's throaty squeals were drowned out by the roars of the crowd as Kate began to slowly churn her powerful legs, catching the raven-haired Minaj in a paralyzed backpedal, twisting and pancaking her fleshy breasts into her chin before; *THUD*.
Nicki let out an agonized grunt as the middle of her spine met steel, impaled by the turnbuckle. The two were practically in a sprint as they hit the corner, the jarring impact breaking Kate's double breast claw and sending the voluptuous blonde fleshily clapping against Nicki's bare sternum. A mist of sweat exploded as the two recklessly collided, their plump frames tangling as Nicki's stumpy height left her eye-to-eye with Upton's deadly assets. Nicki's twisted features were instantly enveloped by Kate's heaving bosom, disappearing between folds of bronzed flesh as Kate draped herself over the hapless brunette.
Nicki helplessly twitched and squirmed as Kate hugged the back of her skull, her muffled cries growing more frenetic with each passing second as the blonde's boa-like grip grew tighter. Kate's resolve was unwaivering, tasting the Title Belt on the tip of her tongue as the light slowly faded from the blubbering Minaj. Finally Nicki's hourglass frame fell slack, dangling from Kate's double-armed noose around the back of her skull before being tossed into a crumpled heap at her feet.
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Charlotte McKinney
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 32F
Hometown: Orlando, Florida
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Katy Perry
Age: 33
Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32D
Hometown: Santa Barbara, California
Charlotte McKinney (52%) defeats Katy Perry (48%)
"The whole arena could sense a brutal culmination was coming; such a gritty, savage fight having hit a tipping point as the busty blonde finally took control with no intention of relinquishing. A dishevelled Perry embarrassingly sloshed out of her offset bikini top as Charlotte led her toward the far turnbuckle with a deathgrip on the shoulder strap of her fatigued bra; scuffling along begrudgingly before the blonde slung her head-first into the waiting ringpost.
Katy's forehead sickeningly smashed against the steel turnbuckle, a fleshy yet metalic clap erupting as the dazed Perry daintily pirhouette away from the corner. As Katy drunkenly wheeled back toward the waiting McKinney, her face was coated in a crimson mask, a nasty gash above her left eye leaking heavy drops of blood down her jawline onto her bare sternum.
Her eyes were already vacant as she clumsily fell into Charlotte's arms, tucking her head underneath her armpit and artfully spiking Katy's forehead into the canvas below with a callous, completely unnecessary DDT. Katy was utterly motionless at impact; the faint jiggle of her plump, upturned derri?re quaking in unison with the springy ring floor as her limbs slid spread eagle. With a gentle shove, Charlotte sloshed an unconscious Katy to her back, her bare D-cups dwarfed by McKinney's own F's as the blonde planted a palm on Perry's quaking rack and secured the 3-count pin?.
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Kristen Bell
Age: 37
Height: 5'1
Weight: 105 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Huntington Woods, Michigan
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Sophia Bush
Age: 35
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Pasadena, California
Kristen Bell (54%) defeats Sophia Bush (46%)
"Despite being two years her senior, Kristen had spent the last few anxious minutes running circles around an increasingly sluggish Sophia. As the staggering brunette gingerly swept a handful of dishevelled bangs from her bulging hazel eyes, she came face-to-face with a furiously charging Bell.
With a hoarse grunt, Kristen snagged the front clasp of Sophia's frazzled bra and slung her recklessly into the near ropes. The two cups of Sophia's bra fractured in Kristen's palm as she trampolined back toward Bell, her bare sternum helplessly exposed for a brutal abdomen-splitting knee to the gut. A fleshy clap exploded as Kristen's toned thigh pierced Sophia's waistline, doubling her over at the hip.
Sophia powerlessly hunched at the waist, a stream of drool sloshing from her breathless, gaping mouth. Completely oblivious and crippled by Kristen's knee, Sophia placed a shaking palm against the canvas to remain somewhat upright, her pert C-cups bared and teardropping toward the floor. Kristen was furiously panting, her mind racing as Sophia began to drunkenly haul herself back upright, knowing this was her opportunity to clinch her first win.
With an athletic leap, Kristen craned one of her lean gams above Sophia's head and drilled her in the back of the head with a Leg Drop Bulldog. Sophia crumpled to the mat face-first as Kristen dropped into the splits, her bare breasts mushrooming against the canvas as she instantly fell deathly still. As her heart raced, Kristen flipped the unconscious brunette and hooked one of her thighs, hoisting it to her chin for a humiliating leg-hook 3-count pin".
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Now title match Upton vs McKinney?
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Now title match Upton vs McKinney?
Charlotte's gotta earn her way there, but she's on the right track ;)
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Jennifer Lopez vs Nicole Kidman
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Resistance was quickly becoming futile for a clearly over matched Nicole Kidman as JLo pressed her attack overwhelming Nicole with a barrage of kicks and punches sending the tall slender actress awkwardly back peddling into a table and chairs in the backroom of a trendy Hollywood night club. Now backed up against the table Nicole tried using her substantially longer reach in a frantic effort to hold her attacker at bay, but to no avail as the stronger more athletic Latina almost effortlessly brushed aside Nicole's lanky arms before grabbing her strawberry blonde hair yanking her off the table and sprawling on to the floor.
With a smirking Jlo contemplating her next move a disheveled and distressed Nicole frantically picked herself up off the floor and in full retreat made a break for the door as quickly as her long legs would carry her. But JLo was in hot pursuit and quickly ran her down before reaching the door. Grabbing Nicole by the arm Jlo spun her around before burying her fist in Nicole's slender midsection causing Nicole to double over in pain. With the taller Nicole hunched over JLo pushed her head down level with her crotch before trapping Nicole's slender neck between her powerful thighs. By the time Nicole realized what was happening it was too late, JLo had her locked in the dreaded standing neck scissors hold. Nicole frantically scratched and clawed at JLo's famous booty in hopes of causing Jen to at least relax her vice like thighs but this only caused Jen to return the favor by reaching over the hunched over Nicole's back pulling up her dress and digging her claws into her perky albeit far less impressive backside.
Bent over awkwardly with her long legs quivering Nicole could now only muster whimpers and muffled sobs as JLo had her in a position that was as humiliating as it was inescapable. Jen knowing she was now in full control of her hapless victim once again turned her focus to Nicole's derriere. This time grabbing her black lace panties and executing a good old fashioned "atomic wedgie". Nicole could only yelp and grimace in humiliation as Jllo gave her panties a violently hard yank wedging them deep in her nether regions. With her long legs on the verge of buckling a by now thoroughly beaten and humiliated Nicole offered no more resistance and Jen sensing her conquest was complete relaxed her thighs around Nicole's neck allowing her to collapse on the floor at her feet. Jen then calmly bent over and whispered in Nicole's ear "I take it were done here sweetie" Nicole by now completely drained and broken in turn submissively whimpered "yes please...no more..". "Alright then" Jen replied cockily. Then with Nicole's lanky frame sprawled out at her feet and a ravenous group of paparazzi on hand Jlo thought it would only be right that she oblige them with a victory pose or two before returning to the dance floor.
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Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
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Pushed to the point of exhaustion, the two beauties swayed on uncertain legs, their bodies, stripped of all but their bikini panties, were soaked with sweat, their lungs gulping in breath. Kaley moves clumsily toward her opponent, arms raised and poised to grab Mila's long dark hair. But the brunette strikes first, cracking the side of her hand across the blonde's chest. Cuoco gasps and takes a step backward, and with a rush of her dwindling adrenaline, Kunis unleashes a flurry of chops, the barrage causing Kaley's bare breasts to bounce wildly, beads of sweat flying from her flesh, as she grunted in pain and stumbled back.
Sensing that victory was at least her's to seize, Mila grasps Kaley's upper arms to hold them to the blonde's sides, and she pulls her right leg back, preparing to drive her knee up into Cuoco's groin for the match-ending coup de gr?ce. But this time it was Cuoco who struck first, slamming her head forward, smashing it squarely between her opponent's eyes. Kunis reeled backward, eyes glazing over as she struggled to not collapse to the penthouse floor. The blow did damage to Kaley as well, but not nearly as much, so she only needed a few moments to gather her wits. Stalking after her adversary, Cuoco delivered a stinging backhand blow that cracked across Mila's face, the force of which caused her to spin around, leaving her back to her rival.
Moving with all of the speed her battered body could muster, Kaley wrapped her arms around Mila's waist, and with an Amazonian bellow, she lifted the brunette up off of her feet. For a long moment, the spectators thought the blonde was executing a belly to back suplex, but when she suddenly brought Kunis's body downward, it became clear that she was subjecting the hapless brunette to an atomic drop. Mila's crotch slammed mercilessly down upon Kaley's bent knee, the impact ripping an agonized howl from her throat as she sailed forward to the floor. She face face-down on the carpet on her knees, her rear end raised up as her hands clutched at her throbbing womanhood, tears welling in her eyes. Cuoco gave a satisfied smirk and, with her foot, roughly shoved her trembling opponent over onto her back. Kaley then jumped up and dropped down to the floor, her right elbow drilling Kunis in the belly, expelling the air from her body with a sickly whoosh.
Mila lay there, eyes narrowly open, moaning in anguish. Kaley was so spent she also lay on the carpet for long moments, rallying what scant strength she had left. With great effort she finally managed to sit up, and then get to her knees, before finally she could regain her feet. Although she had undeniably won, the blonde knew full well the value of "good optics"...of leaving the spectators with a memorable image that will be burned into their brains forever. And so Cuoco placed a foot upon the heaving chest of her rival and sexily preened as she flexed her arms in a victory pose, establishing utterly who the superior woman is. At least on this night....
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Special thanks to jdo90 for the Keira vs. Taylor submission :)
The Ring
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Lindsay Lohan
Age: 31
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32D
Hometown: New York City, New York
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Mandy Moore
Age: 33
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Nashua, New Hampshire
Lindsay Lohan (51%) defeats Mandy Moore (49%)
"After a horrid start, the resilient, albeit winless Moore had slowly begun to turn the tides in this thrilling beach showdown. Mandy had yet to find a way to translate her towering frame into much of a competitive advantage, but as she stood over a breathless, genuflecting Lohan it looked as though she was about to do just that to secure her first win. As Mandy hunched at the waist to haul Lindsay upright by her frazzled auburn locks, Lindsay covertly buried her hands beneath the coarse ground; her fingers clutching two palms of sand before savagely slinging the blinding chunks into Mandy's eyes.
Moore immediately pirouette away from the downed redhead furiously clawing at her pupils, mewling inconsolably before careening into the bowing ropes behind her. With the help of a suddenly rejuvenated and resurgent Lohan, the rudderless, gangly brunette was slung awkwardly through the middle ropes, splashing down into the rising tide just at the edge of the makeshift beach ring.
Lindsay was practically frothing at the mouth as she approached a hapless Moore on all fours, snagging the writhing brunette by the shoulder strap of her bikini. The moderately-endowed Moore instantly spilled out of the displaced cups of her top, her teardropping breasts cutting through the incoming tide as Lindsay dragged her to the edge of the surf on hands and knees.
An appalling clap of flesh erupted with each violent impact as Lindsay began to barbarically hammer Mandy's gorgeous features into the compacted mud. Mandy's body fell completely slack long before Lindsay ceased her attempts to bore a hole through the sand; clumps of mud and ocean-soaked strands of hair caked against Mandy's delicate, unconscious features. Mandy's lifeless frame pitched and rolled with the incoming tide as Lindsay craned her head up for the aghast audience to see, her freed breasts spasming and mushrooming into the impressionable sand below. Not content with the stomach-churning destruction thus far, Lohan tied a glorious bow on the performance by plunging Mandy's face back into the surf, grating her features into the mud before being pulled off by league officials finally stepping in to make sure things didn't go any further".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Sarah Chalke
Age: 41
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Ottawa, Canada
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Emma Watson
Age: 27
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Paris, France
Sarah Chalke (57%) defeats Emma Watson (43%)
"There was an unmistakeable buzz of electricity in the air, one that typically didn't accompany an undercard fight such as this. On the heels of being butchered by blonde bombshell Brooklyn Decker, the heavy betting favorite Emma Watson was being put through the ringer by a relentless cougar nearly fifteen years her elder. Emma looked as baffled as anyone, doe-eyed and helplessly breathless as she continued to fearfully retreat from the blonde's assertive advances.
The tides began to turn just moments earlier when a seemingly accidental sleight of hand mishap left Emma guiltily holding Sarah's tattered bikini top; the bare-chested blonde venomously and vindictively pressing for revenge with reckless abandon. Emma had no answer whatsoever, clumsily trudging through the viscous sand and negligently backing herself into the ropes near the far turnbuckle. With a furious yelp, Sarah charged Watson, scooping up the frozen deer-in-headlights and flipping her on her head.
Sarah draped her Brit ragdoll over the corner turnbuckle in a binding Tree of Woe, agonizingly twisting her legs up in the pliable ropes to ensure escape was out of the question. A suddenly frenzied Watson attempted to free herself as Sarah carefully climbed the ropes, balancing on her haunches perched atop the turnbuckle just above Emma. The redhead's flexibility and athleticism was on full display as she craned upwards in a full-body crunch, her toned abdomen straining as she attempted to undo the shackles around her calves, her back parallel with the sandy ground below.
Sarah suddenly launched herself off the top of the turnbuckle, dropkicking an impossibly vulnerable Emma square in the jaw. Emma's lithe body went immediately limp as the back of her skull rattled off the ground, her arms lifelessly hanging sprawled in the sand above her head. A snobby Chalke leaned down and scooped a convulsing Emma up by the crook of her armpit, undoing the drawstring of her bikini top and slinging the sweat-soaked material into the crowd. The blonde sure knew how to please, leaving the unconscious Watson strung up in a humiliating Tree of Woe; her pert, perky pair defying gravity as she lifelessly spasmed, dangling upside down from the corner turnbuckle".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Scarlett Johansson
Age: 33
Height: 5'4
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32DD
Hometown: Manhattan, New York City, New York
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Kat Dennings
Age: 31
Height: 5'4
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania
Kat Dennings (54%) defeats Scarlett Johansson (46%)
"Scarlett was a viperous frontrunner, picking the increasingly exhausted and languid Dennings apart as the fight continued to drag on to the detriment of the heavier brunette. Kat's colossal, liberated double D's were imprinted in the moist sand below, mewling as she push up-pressed to all fours at Scarlett's heel.
As a visibly hampered Kat struggled to pull herself together, the bosomy blonde sprung toward the near turnbuckle; athletically leaping atop the makeshift ring post and posturing up for a game-ender. Just as Scarlett reached her perch and twisted around to attempt a high-flying top turnbuckle splash, Kat desperately lunged forward and swiped Scarlett's left ankle, sweeping her off balance. The startled blonde let out an abrupt yip before gasping in horror, breathlessly heaving as her thighs were suddenly split by the top rope.
Scarlett's legs were viciously dichotomized by the unforgiving rubber cable as she tumbled from the turnbuckle, the entire ring quaking before she clumsily sloshed to the ground, crippled by the awkward low blow. Her mouth hung agape in horror as she cupped her slit; sweat-soaked features coated by a layer of sand as she writhed against the ground.
Sensing further opportunity, a panting Dennings hurled her curvaceous frame over Scarlett's, flattening the blonde to her backside with ease. Scarlett's shoulder blades sunk into the quicksand below as a suddenly domineering Kat enveloped the blonde's twisted features with her fleshy orbs; skillfully massaging her face deep into her milky cleavage. An already reeling Scarlett stood virtually no chance of squirming out of this suffocating straitjacket, squealing and twitching for only a handful of seconds before slipping into violent convulsions. Simply out of sheer exhaustion, Kat refused to relinquish the breast smother until Scarlett's limbs fell slack; finally peeling off the blonde's glossy features once a token 3-count was in the books".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK
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Taylor Swift
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 34A
Hometown: Reading, Pennsylvania
Keira Knightley (57%) defeats Taylor Swift (43%)
"High-pitched shrieks fill up the raucous arena as Keira Knightley and Taylor Swift rip at each other's hair with a vengeance. Neither woman had been able to pick up a victory since their arrival and this match would be a chance for one woman to prove her dominance.
The fight started out as a typical catfight -- full of scratching, hair pulling, and clothes ripping -- but soon the match spirals into chaos as Taylor Swift began using several underhanded, illegal maneuvers. The referee received a workout as he chased behind Taylor, warning her to stop using the ropes for leverage during a choke and to release a submission hold during a rope break. The tall blonde waived off the ref, determined to win by any means necessary. She refused to lose to a woman as weak as Keira.
The official of the match seemed to be giving up keeping order; however, Taylor pulling out a pair of brass knuckles hidden in her top was the last straw. The referee immediately steps in front of the leggy pop star, preventing her from approaching her opponent. Taylor proceeded to argue with the referee, screaming and pushing him. Fed up, the ref began to motion to ring the bell and disqualify Taylor when suddenly, the blonde's body froze, her jaw dropped and her eyes buldged out.
Everyone's initial confusion as to what caused Swift's sudden frozen state was quickly identified as a set of five, freshly pedicured toes peeked out between the American's slender thighs. Taylor's knees turn inward, her hands jutting down and wedding between her thighs, her blue eyes brimming with tears. Her face contorts in anguish as a low sob emits from her trembling red lips. The brass knuckles fall to the mat as the tall blonde collapses on her side, sobbing in pain and massaging her sore womanhood.
Keira uses her barefoot to gently shove her rival onto her back. The brunette Brit leaps up and bends her leg, forcing her bony knee to stab Taylor's tits. Swift clutches her flattened breasts, mewling and babbling like a baby. Knightley takes her sweet time removing the last remaining garments covering Taylor's body, unveiling her lanky, yet form, body to the rowdy spectators. Keira smirks and, for the first time ever, willingly shimmies off her panties before straddling Taylor's neck. She carefully parts her rival's blonde hair, forcing the blonde to stare up at the British woman's pussy.
"When will you ever learn? Cheaters never prosper and you, my dear, are going to face the consequences." Keira sternly lectures the pleading songstress. Taylor, in one last act of defiance, shouts "Get your fishy vagina out of my faMPHHHH!"
Keira cuts her off, dropping her aroused sex flush against Taylor's mouth. "Now, you have two options: you can put that slutty mouth and tongue to use, or I can ride your face and do this..." Knightley reaches back and clamps her fingernails onto Taylor's nipple and wrenches it upwards. Swift shrieks and, with no where to run, begins to slowly lick, her face twisting in revulsion. Keira rocks her slender hips, scrubbing her dripping pussy across her rival's mortified face.
Keira grabs Taylor's head, forcing her face even further into her crotch, grinding her clit against Swift's button nose until she finally releases in euphoria. The brunette's lanky body quakes in excitement, her pelvis thrusting hard, as she completely douses Taylor Swift in her juices.
The referee has long since counted to three and, as Keira shakily rises to her feet, raises her hand in victory. Keira smirks at Taylor, snatching up the American's red panties as a keepsake, before prancing out of the ring, elated from her first victory. Meanwhile a nude Taylor Swift sobs uncontrollably in the ring. She rolls onto her tummy and begins slamming her fists against the canvas and kicking her legs, throwing a complete tempertantrum. Tears roll down her cheeks, mascara running and mingling with Keira's sticky love-juices. Swift was once again beaten, stripped nude and, even more degrading, her face and tongue soiled in the remnants oforgasmic release".
- Submission by jdo90
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Cardi B vs Taylor Swift
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Taylor Swift was the epitome of egotism as opened up a small cosmetic mirror, admiring her perfectly applied eyeliner. She preens herself, thoughlessly twirling her nimble fingers through her goldenlocks, her blue eyes tracing every pore of her smooth face. "Not a single blemish," her red lips curl in a foxy sneer.
The lanky blonde's face quickly transformed from self-assured arrogance into awe-stricken bewilderment as the hit single "Bodak Yellow" thumped inside the crowded arena. She quickly closed her mirror, and gawked as an irate Cardi B came strutting toward the ring.
Taylor was on top of the world as her new "bad girl" persona was beginning to gain traction. She proclaimed to her fans that she was still America's Sweetheart but to her competitors, she would only answer to a new title: 'Queen Taylor' and the Queen issued a challenge to the "One-hit-wonder, Nicki Minaj wannabe". Taylor's personal assistant was tasked with slashing Cardi's tires. Taylor didn't expect her rival to take a cab, something the Queen was above doing, and show up to fight.
Cardi made a beeline for Swift who squealed like a little girl and slid under the ropes, trying to run away. Taylor's screams pierce the arena as Cardi snatches a handful of blonde hair and roughly slams the whimpering beauty's face against the audience barricade. The crowd roars in support of the young rapper as she tosses Taylor back inside the ring.
Card I B savagely torments the lanky pop star with an array of spears, running knees and elbow drops. Taylor gracelessly teeters toward an awaiting Cardi B. Taylor's blonde, disheveled hair obscures her vision, causing her to unwittingly stumble closer to her rival. Cardi makes her presence known by scooping Taylor up and slamming her with a devastating spinebuster! Cardi easily scoops up Taylors long legs, rolling her rival onto her belly, and locks Taylor in a Brooklyn Krab (an elevated Boston Crab), harshly arcing her leggy opponent's spine. Tears stream down Swift's ruddy face as she wildly taps her palm against the mat in submission. Cardi drops Taylor's lanky legs and raises her fists.
The young rapper purses her lips as she poses above the sniveling whimp. "The beating I just gave your skinny ass was just an appetizer. Once I can prove what you did to my whip, I'm coming for you." Cardi spits before strutting out of the ring. Taylor Swift, yet again the hapless loser, could only whine and hold her aching back, blubbering useless threats and curses at her rival.
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Bravo jdo! Miss tall blonde and uncoordinated goes down yet again! I also totally agree with you on the fact that she has tried to manufacture this new "bad girl" image in an effort to stop being bullied by her peers. Silly Swifty! ;D
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I'm normally of the mindset that Swift is a deviously ruthless fighter that can take a lot of girls out, but that was a very well written take jdo90, as all your stuff is, and in that match-up I agree that she'd take the loss :)
Dianna Agron vs. Lea Michele
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I've waited so long for this glorious moment and it's finally here. You're finished, bitch!
The soon to be victorious Dianna could picture it now: standing tall in triumph over her former Glee co-star after years of forced pleasantries and fake admiration between the two. It sure looked like the win was in the books as she held a woozy Lea Michele high in the air sitting on her shoulders in prime position for a match-ending powerbomb slam. She paused for a second just to comprehend the rush of success and conquest that was about to wash over her, but perhaps just for a second too long. Michele knew that this was about to be the killer blow for her unless she could come up with an effective counter move quick that would somehow turn the tides her way. Just as the brunette was about to be hurled down to her demise by her cocky blonde rival, Lea suddenly clamped her thighs around Dianna's neck, and swiftly flung her upper body down and back flipping Dianna completely upside down and spiking the top of her cranium to the canvas in a flawlessly executed hurricanrana counter!
It was so effective that Dianna actually bounced back up to her wobbly legs from the high impact move only to then stumble face-first right into the turnbuckle! Lea looked back behind her in mounting excitement, beyond ecstatic that her desperation maneuver actually worked, when she not only saw a completely disoriented Dianna rebound right into the corner but then ricochet again still on stuttering feet back towards the center of the ring. Michele couldn't have possibly planned it any better and she sure wasn?t about to let this moment go to waste. Thinking of how the powerbomb was sure to put her away just seconds ago, Lea figured she'd take Dianna's idea right from her! Kicking Agron in the gut and doubling her over, Lea quickly wrapped her arms around the blonde?s waist, flipped her atop her shoulders and immediately came crashing down to the mat driving Dianna down in a ring-shaking sitdown powebomb!
Dianna landed hard on the back of her head and upper back, her legs folded her with her dress succumbing to gravity and falling inside out exposing her plump booty sticking straight up in the air in just a pair of skimpy white lace panties, as all she could do was weakly moan and look up in equal parts bewilderment and shame while Lea held her down in this mortifying position and the ref began the 3 count. Michele put all the strength she had left in holding Dianna's stacked up body down for the victory but it wasn't much of a contest anymore at this point. Poor Agron was finished; a humiliating loss that she just choked away against an arch rival. Lea on the other hand was beaming with joy having pulled a win from the jaws of defeat and finally showing her former colleague who owned this relationship. She kept her victim held down in the matchbook pin and raised her palm high in the air and delivered a single crisp and loud spank right down on Dianna's jiggling right asscheek leaving a defined handprint on her milky white flesh before rising to her feet and soaking in the spoils of victory and placing her foot atop the still folded in half Dianna.
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Bravo jdo! Miss tall blonde and uncoordinated goes down yet again! I also totally agree with you on the fact that she has tried to manufacture this new "bad girl" image in an effort to stop being bullied by her peers. Silly Swifty! ;D
do you blame somebody for wanting to get rid of an unwelcome reputation?
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Special thanks to fasteddy44641 for the pair of submissions :)
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Christie Stevens
Age: 31
Height: 5'2
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 36D
Hometown: Salt Lake City, Utah
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Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Christie Stevens (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)
"The already raucous crowd had been absolutely whipped into a frenzy as Stana continued to mount a storming comeback; slinging a disoriented Christie Stevens into the turnbuckle with authority before unloading a pair of crippling backhanded slaps to the blonde's naked chest. Stana's statuesque frame had been completely bared early by the tenacious porn star, her fragmented top and bottoms littering the outskirts of the ring, though she remained brazen and confident.
Christie's dangling D-cups teardropped toward the canvas as she sagged at the waist, sloshing back and forth as she clutched her sternum in shock, hoarsely wheezing. The blonde's cheek smeared against Katic's bare abdomen, mascara streaking across Stana's hip as she readied an axe-handle to Christie's hunched spine. An unrelenting, borderline-dirty Christie had other ideas however; ruthlessly whipping her forearm between Katic's legs before her axe-handle hammered home. The brunette froze in horror at the low blow, draping over the blonde's dipped shoulder before Christie cleverly swapped positions with the reeling Katic; slinging her spine-first into the turnbuckle where she'd been trapped just seconds before.
Stana inconsolably sunk against the steel post, wilting to Christie's height as she feebly cupped the neatly manicured landing strip shaven above her cxnt. Having halted the snowballing brunette in her tracks, Christie aggresively began to take command of the fight; tucking Stana's drooping head underneath her armpit and readying her for a heavy suplex.
Struggling with exhaustion, Christie clumsily fumbled at Stana's hip, blindly searching for the waistband of her bottoms to help with leverage before realizing her opponent was completely naked. The blonde's devilish fingers continued to grab and slide through folds of flesh, eventually brushing over Stana's pelvis and nefariously thrusting inside her exposed slit. Katic's knees instantly buckled, her thighs quaking as she let out a mortified, breathless squeal; nearly genuflecting to a knee if it hadn't been for Christie holding her upright.
Christie ruthlessly hooked the wilting brunette with her middle and ring fingers, violently fingering and hoisting her toned frame completely upright by the pussy. Katic's snared lower half spasmed as Christie paused in a Delayed Vertical Suplex; her fully erect, golden frame glistening under the heat of the overhead lights before Christie pulled the trigger.
The springy canvas erupted as Stana's body sickeningly impaled the mat; sloshing lifelessly to her backside completely spread eagle in the dead center of the ring. The blonde's freed bosom mushroomed against Stana's pert, quivering B-cups as she alertly slid across Stana's frame with a crossbody pin. Christie's off-hand once again traced Stana's exposed mound; hooking one of the brunette's twitching stems and cradling it against her ribcage for good measure as the 3-count rang out".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Christie Stevens (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)
"Stana was in complete shock holding her jaw and stumbling in the middle of the ring. To think she had almost declined this match thinking that it was an instult. 'A tiny little porn star!? This league was for celebrities'. Stana had thought upon hearing who her opponent would be. But now here she was, head spinning, jaw hurting, ears ringing from the screaming crowd. The tiny little slut took every hit like a brick wall. Earlier in the match Stana hit Christie hard in the eye but Christie only screamed in fury and fought back in a frenzy. Stana defended herself easily enough at first with her size and skill but eventually one especially hard upper cut made it through and that was all it took to send her reeling. Stana drunkinly wandered over to the edge of the ring but just as she reached out for the rope she felt Christie grab her hair with both hands. Christie screamed and leapt over the top rope still holding Stana's hair. As Christie landed on her feet outside the ring Stana's neck was pulled down on the top rope and she made a horrible gagging sound. Christie released Stana's hair and she was sling shot back to the center of the ring landing on her back and holding her throat.
Christie jumped back into the ring and without bothering to check if Stana was injured ran and soccer kicked the older girl in the face, knocking her out cold. She only then bent down to check Stana's breathing. After a moment she was satisfied the rope had only gagged her and that didn't cause any serious damage. She then proceeded to remove Stana's shorts and then panties much to the crowds delight. She thought about taking them as a trophy but decided on something else instead. She shoved the undergarments in Stana's open mouth and took a picture with her cell phone. She uploaded it to twitter with the caption. "Easy first match. great start to my fighting career".
- Submission by fasteddy44641
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Maria Kanellis
Age: 36
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Ottawa, Illinois
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Kesha
Age: 30
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
Maria Kanellis (53%) defeats Kesha (47%)
"A bewildered Kesha awkwardly twirled away from a radiating elbow to the cheek, her jaw hanging agape as her sapphire eyes vacantly scanned the captivated crowd without so much as a peep. A violent explosion of sweat accompanied the brutal forearm, her cheekbone already flushed from the bruising contact before she'd even made half a revolution on her toes. The blonde's heels scuffled across the canvas as she drunkenly stumbled toward the far ropes, extending a swaying hand toward the supporting cable just as the ring began to quake behind her.
Despite her lesser stature, the more experienced Kanellis aggressively launched herself into the ropes at Kesha's back, springboarding across the ring with reckless abandon. Devout fans of the former WWE Diva knew exactly what was coming; rising as one as she hurtled toward the wandering blonde.
With an overzealous yelp the athletic redhead launched herself into the air, catching the back of Kesha's turned head and viciously spiking her face-first into the mat with her signature finisher; the Beautiful Bulldog. Kesha's skull lifelessly trampolined off the canvas; limbs sliding flat, splayed to all four corners of the ring. Intent on becoming an immediate fan-favorite in her first CWF match, the redhead took a moment to toy with the unresponsive blonde; unhooking her diamond-studded, matte black bra and allowing Kesha's fleshy tits to slosh free of their confines.
All it took was a slight shove to the shoulder to nudge the convulsing blonde to her backside, eyes fluttering into the back of her skull as Maria expertly hooked one of her weighted gams and secured an uncontested leg hook 3-count pin. An animated Kanellis drew her thumb across her throat as she dismissively slung Kesha's limp leg to the ground, mouthing; "Victim number one..." to the nearest camera as she slid out of the ring".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Stacy Keibler
Age: 38
Height: 5'11
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Rosedale, Maryland
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Kaley Cuoco
Age: 32
Height: 5'6
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Camarillo, California
Kaley Cuoco (51%) defeats Stacy Keibler (49%)
"The margin between these two blondes had been razor thin all night before Stacy's comfortability in the ring started to take over; using her neverending reach to sling Kaley toward the far ropes. The ever-confident, buoyant blonde danced across the ring like a weightless ballerina as a struggling Kaley helplessly sprung off the ropes, trampolining across the ring toward a rapidly approaching Keibler. As athletic as anyone to grace the CWF, Stacy wound up for her signature Spinning Heel Kick; taking her eyes off the target for just a split second as she pirouette.
For the first time all night, Kaley was thankful to be only 5'6; alertly dipping underneath Stacy's roundhouse kick and rebounding once again off the opposite ropes at Stacy's back. Kaley picked up speed off the ropes and lunged into Stacy as she recklessly wheeled back around, whipping the bony joint of her elbow into the blonde's agape jaw.
Time seemed to stop as a sickening crack of flesh erupted from the center of the ring; Stacy's lithe frame going completely stiff before lifelessly tumbling to the mat like a felled redwood. The unconscious blonde's limbs splattered as she crumpled to the canvas, violently twitching as she slid spread eagle on her back. The entire arena could hardly believe what they just saw as Kaley towered over Keibler, panting and planting a smooch on her own forearm, the weapon of destruction. With an elated grin she stepped up to the lifeless body of her fellow blonde and planted a victorious heel on her rising bosom, calling for a token 3-count from the official".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Nicky Whelan
Age: 36
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Victoria, Australia
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Kate Mara
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Bedford, New York
Nicky Whelan (56%) defeats Kate Mara (44%)
"A tattered, disheveled Mara was on the verge of tears as she meekly cradled her freed breasts, drunkenly stumbling into the ropes as she continued to retreat from an aggressive, domineering Whelan. The blonde's athletic frame glistened under the overhead spotlight as she patiently waited for an opening from the blubbering redhead, her toned abdomen flexing with each labored, exaggerated breath as she stood with hands on hips.
Kate wheeled as she hit the ropes, exhaustedly draping her right arm over the top rope and practically collapsing into them, haphazardly turning her back to the prowling lioness behind her. Nicky alertly sprung toward the absentminded redhead, slipping her forearms around Kate's waist and cinching her wrists together against the front of her pelvis.
Kate's curvy frame bowed against the flexing ropes as Nicky pressed into her, backpedaling a handful of steps with Kate in tow before exploding upwards. The incredibly fit blonde effortlessly hoisted all 115 pounds of Mara to her tippy toes and slung a squealing Kate over her head with a breathtaking German Suplex.
Kate's frame gracelessly collapsed on top of itself at impact, scrunching in half at the waist before springing back ever so slightly, miraculously avoiding a serious injury. Her awkwardly contorted body slunk to the mat as Nicky stacked a jaw-dropping pin on top of the suplex, arching her body into an impossibly dynamic bridge pin. The redhead's milky gams slid into the splits as Nicky kept her lifeless butterfly stapled to the mat; the crotch of Kate's bikini bottoms biting into her spread lips as her body weight folded over itself. The humiliation was mercifully short-lived as the 3-count rang out, finally being allowed to unravel as Nicky relinquished the pin to celebrate her first win".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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Rachel McAdams
Age: 39
Height: 5'4
Weight: 119 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: London, Canada
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Hilary Duff
Age: 30
Height: 5'2
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Houston, Texas
Hilary Duff (56%) defeats Rachel McAdams (44%)
"The crowd was going wild as Rachel stumbled accross the ring holding her head. She had been stripped down to her black bra and panties by the dominant Hilary was was now only toying with the older woman. Normally Hilary wouldn't torture an opponent but before the match Mcadams had texted Hilary's boyfriend and said "See you after the match." That didn't sit well with Duff.
Hilary moved behind the already beaten Rachel and kicked the back of her knees taking her down with a groan. Rachel was on her knees in her underwear looking out at the cheering crowd. Hilary roughly shoved her down on her face and raised her ass in the air. Rachel kicked her feet and begged but Hilary pulled her victims panties down around her knees and then started roughly shoving her fingers in and out of Mcadams already wet cxnt. In less than two minutes later Duff had made the embarrassed Rachel cream all over herself as the crowd cheered "Slut! Slut! Slut!" Satisfied she had taught the older girl a lesson she wouldnt soon forget Duff pulled Rachel up by her hair and finished her with a knockout knee to her face. She held the KOed rachel up on her knees by her hair long enough for the orwd to get some pictures and then tossed her face down on the mat, panties still around her knees. She removed Rachel's bra and took it to hang above her bed as a trophy".
- Submission by fasteddy44641
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Emma Watson vs Bridgit Mendler
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A fight between two supernatural starlettes was what the fans wanted, and the fight promoter was more than happy to oblige, pitting Emma Watson, known for portraying a witch, against Bridgit Mendler, known for her portrayal of a vampire, was a no brainer for the man incharge of the Erotic Celebrity Federation.
On paper Bridgit had a notable advantage over her opponent. Mendler was 2 inches taller, her bust a full cup size larger and her opponent was 2 years her elder, but what Bridgit possessed in height and bust didn't make up for what she lacked in in-ring experience. Her lack of skills in the ring proved to be the poor American's detriment tonight.
Watson was too fast, too fierce and too smart. Bridgit was on the receiving end of a barrage of strikes as Emma effectively lashed out; her knees, fists and feet striking their desired target every time. Mendler was overwhelmed and underprepared, her boddy whipping around with every strike, forcing her skimpy skirt to hike up, unveiling her thong-clad ass. The blonde beauty clutched her head with one hand, her other hand holding her ribs, stunned by the onslaught.
Bridgit clumsily staggered, gracelessly wandering across the ring. Emma's lips curl in a grin as she lines her victim up and delivers a front kick to the blonde's sternum, dropping Mendler on her ass. Bridgit raises her head, her mouth agape, before falling on her back, her limbs spreadeagled.
Emma slips her shorts down, showcasing her toned legs, merely clad in a pair of very revealing cheeky black panties. The men in attendance are smitten with lust, the women experiencing a twinge of envy, as Emma seductively ambled toward her prey, her hips swaying forebodingly. The dainty black cotton of Watson's panties stretch tight across her derriere and her pale, bubbly ass cheeks flirtatiously peek out as she squats over Bridgit's face.
Emma simpered as she lowered her ass down upon her conquered rival, pinning her with a degrading facesit for the three count. Emma remained planted on Bridgit's slumbering face, wiggling her hips with glee as the referee hoists her arm in victory. Watson beams at the cheering crowd. The victress slowly grinds her hips, burying Bridgit's nose further under her plump backside, as she poses for the photographers at ringside.
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Ava Sambora vs Sailor Brinkley Cook
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This impromptu match began at an exclusive cocktail party at a luxurious Malibu mansion, as Ava was about to be presented with a diamond and platinum tiara in recognition of her having been selected as the celeb catfighting Newcomer of the Year. But, just as the bejeweled diadem was about to be placed on her head, a voice called out from the crowd of onlookers: "If that crown is going on anyone's head, it's mine, and not that second-rate bitch!" In shock, all eyes turned to see Sailor, a sneer upon her beautiful face as she looked the startled Sambora up and down. Finding his voice, the host explained, "Ava was the choice of the Southern California group of enthusiasts, where she has done most of her wrestling. Unless I'm mistaken, Sailor, you've spent most of your time fighting on the East Coast, and in Europe. This selection was no slight to you," he added. "We just aren't that familiar with you."
"Well, I'm here now," Cook said as she strutted up to Ava, the eyes of the two blondes locked and shooting daggers at one another. "So I say we settle this."
The host began to protest that unscheduled matches are not the norm, but Sambora cut him off. "She wants to fight? We can do it here, or on the street corner she works, doesn't matter to me" the blonde taunted. Ignoring the insult, Sailor said nothing in reply, but the smile on her face made it plain she was very happy with these developments.
The guests quickly gave the two beauties adequate space to battle in the spacious living room, and Ava and Sailor both stepped out of their heels and designer dresses, leaving each second generation siren clad only in black bras and thongs. Not surprisingly, Sambora was far and away the choice of these spectators, and they lustily cheered her on as the match commenced. For the first ten minutes the two battled to a draw, neither able to gain an advantage over the other for long. Ava's devotees were confident however that as the fight progressed, her proven abilities would overwhelm those of the arrogant upstart.
So it came as a collective shock as the opposite happened. As the match wore on, exhaustion took it's toll on Sambora, but Cook exhibited superior stamina; as Ava's movements grew sluggish, Sailor still moved with viper swiftness. Soon enough, Sambora was throwing desperate punches that her rival easily side-stepped, and Cook would respond with a flurry of blows that sent her adversary reeling. Now, the taut bodies of both blondes glistening with sweat, Sailor scoops Ava up in her arms and in a tremendous display of raw power, holds her up even as Sambora frantically squirms in her grasp. Then, Cook suddenly throws her opponent down, slamming Ava's back across Sailor's bent knee. Her spine afire with exploding pain, Ava shrieks in anguish.
Shoving her rival off her knee to the floor, Sailor grabs Ava's thong and yanks it up, the fabric digging painfully between the embattled blonde's cheeks as she's pulled up to all fours, and then made to crawl across the floor by her adversary. Pride prevents the tearful beauty from submitting, but that's fine with Cook...it's not a submission which she's interested in getting.
A sharp knee suddenly cracks against the side of Ava's head, dropping her in a daze onto her back. Sailor then sits down upon her, Cook's near-perfect derriere settling down on Sambora's angelic face, smothering her. Ava's body thrashes with diminishing strength beneath her tormentor, but to no avail as she is unable to dislodge Cook. Soon enough, Ava ceases to move altogether, save for the occasional spasmodic twitch, signaling that she is unconscious. Sailor, a look of sheer haughty triumph upon her face, shoots a glance and arches an eyebrow at the host, and without a word he walks up to her and places the tiara upon Cook's head.
Sailor remains there, hands on her hips, the face of her beaten rival as her throne, as the crowd erupts into applause and cheers at their undisputed Newcomer of the Year!
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Simply wanted to say we've really enjoyed some of the great stories and contributions to the world of celebrity catfighting that have been made lately!
This is obviously the biggest and probably best thread that we've gotten to witness on this site and to be honest, it should be larger. When FCF was undergoing some technical difficulties, they were forced to reset to a previous site and many of those stories by any number of talented authors were lost. If anybody had the wisdom to save any of those stories that were posted and are no longer available, would you be willing to share them again? I can recall a few particular stories that are no longer available, but any stories that aren't around anymore could be "found" again, that would be greatly appreciated. Feel free to share at your convenience and thank you!
Have an awesome day!
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Olivia Munn vs Amber Heard
Olivia Munn luxuriated in the feeling of hapless Amber Heard?s head being crushed between her rock-hard thighs in a vicious reverse neck scissors. The brunette had the blonde right where she wanted her. Olivia arched up her back and looked over her shoulder at the prone Amber gurgling for oxygen.
Olivia laughed as she saw Amber?s face turn an ever-brighter shade of red. ?Ha! Not so pretty now, eh Amber?? Munn taunted her.
Amber rotated her hips and tried to rock Munn off her but the brunette quickly fired a series of elbows into the pit of Heard?s stomach to quiet her down.
?None of that now, blondie,? she hissed.
The fight was a polar opposite of their first meeting a few months ago. Amber was the more experienced wrestler and used that to her advantage, pelting the brunette?s face with a series of punches and then tiring her out with some long submission holds, most targeting Olivia?s arms and shoulders until she had exhausted the brunette and brought her to the verge of tears, Amber then started applying breast smother after breast smother, deploying one of of her stronger assets. Olivia was able to fend them off for a while but eventually grew too tired. Amber trapped her in a corner and just fed her copious amount of tit until Olivia was thoroughly jug smothered. The tit sweat made her want to gag but Amber gripped her by two handfuls of hair and pushed the brunette?s face ever deeper into her cleavage until Olivia was reduced to a helpless rag doll.
Olivia had been completely humiliated by the experience, especially when she saw photos afterwards of Amber posing over her knocked out body, pressing her fists against Olivia?s chin as if she had knocked her out with a punch or grabbing a handful of brunette hair and squeezing her cheeks as the blonde trash talked her unconscious rival.
Olivia used that humiliation as fuel and spend months training hard for a rematch.
Now her hard work was paying off. The fight had been even for the first 30 minutes or so with the two women trading submission moves and occasional high risk maneuvers. Olivia had been stung hard a few times and worried that she might be knocked out again but eventually her greater stamina took over and she started having her way with Heard.
She toned and strong legs proved to be a real difference maker. The first time she trapped Amber in a figure four head scissors, she felt an almost orgasmic feeling of satisfaction. She could feel her calves biting deep into Heard?s neck and the panicky reaction in the blonde?s body. Olivia was also a better mat tactician than Amber. When she got an effective hold on an opponent ? like the figure four on Amber ? she just kept grinding it in place, draining the strength bit by bit from her opponent.
Once she had Amber thoroughly weakened she then switched to another hold he would apply methodically. A knee across Amber?s throat; a cross-wing arm bar that almost broke the blonde?s right limb; a thumb thrust into the back of Heard?s neck?.but the most devastating holds were the one where she utilized her leg power. In particular a long sequence where Amber was trapped in the corner and Olivia pressed her feet into the blonde?s neck and face, simultaneously chocking and humiliating her.
Olivia then started just firing kick after kick into Amber?s face, breaking her nose and knocking her silly.
After that Amber was pretty limp and Olivia was able to drag her face first into the middle of the ring. Olivia then laid herself on top of the prone blonde and squeezed her legs on either side of Amber?s neck. The effect was instantaneous. Amber?s body tensed up in intense paralyzing pain. What?s more the pulsing of Olivia?s legs had the added effect of pushing up Amber?s trapped face into the brunette?s rock hard glutes.
?That?s right loser, get in there. Kiss my ass, baby,? Olivia laughed in triumph.
Eventually Amber started crying quietly out of sheer frustration at being so trapped. Olivia got another shiver of pleasure as she saw her arch enemy sobbing. The blonde was reaching peak humiliation now.
After a long tenure in the reverse neck scissors ? was it 10 minutes? 15? ? Amber had drifted off into a deep, deep slumber.
Olivia then got her revenge from the first match by inviting the ringside photographers into the squared circle so they could get a variety of close-up victory shots. There were photos of Olivia applying a tight sleeper hold on Amber?shots of her slamming right and left crosses into the blonde?s jaw?and, of course, a variety of scissors and leg holds that squeezed Amber?s soft, prone body into putty.
Finally after a suitably long period of posing, Olivia tied up Amber?s hands behind her with a skipping rope and, grabbing the blonde, by one arm led her on a groggy Walk of Shame into the locker room for some more private punishment.
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Charlotte McKinney was enjoying the attention on the red carpet of a Hollywood awards show. Her sexy red dress left little to the imagination and the photographers were eating it up. But when a reporter asked her a question about women in action movies, Charlotte made a big mistake.
"I think I'd make a great superhero! I could at least do some action scenes!"Charlotte smiled her dazzling smile. "Take that recent Daredevil series, for instance. The women in that one were total wimps!"
Unfortunately for Charlotte (but not for catfight fans everywhere) a star of that show, Rosario Dawson, was passing by and overheard the big blonde's disparaging remark.
"Maybe you'd like to show everyone here just how tough you really are!"Rosario challenged her. And that was when Charlotte made her second mistake - she took a wild swing at the smirking Rosario. The dark-haired women easily dodged the blow and brought a few punches of her own into the fray. The sexy blonde was soon staggering blindly around the carpet, one shoe off and both eyes rapidly swelling shut. Ms. Dawson decided her foe would look better without the dress and ripped it off - to the delight of the crowd.
Charlotte tried one last time to win the fight, grabbing Rosario's long hair and pulling down. But the older woman just jack-hammered rights and lefts to Charlotte's trim tummy until she released her hair hold and backed off groaning. "Please - please - I don't wanna fight any more!" the big blond whimpered.
Rosario just smiled. "Well, of course you don't - you just got your candy ass whipped in less than 30 seconds. Now - say goodnight to the nice people!"
Charlotte bawled even louder, realizing what was coming, but she did stammer out "G-night!" just before Rosario walloped her with a huge right uppercut. The model shot backwards and crashed to the red carpet - topless, two black eyes and out for the evening. She was on every celebrity website the next day, mostly being listed as "Rosario's Bitch."
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Shay Mitchell vs. Bianca Santos
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Bianca Santos could only blame herself for the dire predicament she saw herself in. Embarrassed by her less than stellar match history, she thought that challenging a legitimate fighter like Shay Mitchell would instantly bring her clout and respect among the catfighting world. All that was well and good, but it helps to be actually prepared for the fight after you run your mouth off! For all the barking that Santos did prior to the match, even at one point insinuating that Mitchell was too scared to step into the ring against her, once push came to shove Bianca showed she had no bite at all as Shay proceeded to toss her around the ring like a ragdoll.
Usually Bianca was proud of her limber and flexible body, but not when Mitchell began to twist and knot her into all sorts of both painful and humiliating positions while all Santos could do, after all that loud talking, was flop around like a fish out of water. Her short patterned dress didn't last long as that was soon ripped to shreds off her body leaving the mortified Santos in just a black lace bra and matching panties. After a wide variety of contortions and bending, Mitchell saved the best for last. Standing behind a completely drained and wobbly-legged Bianca, Shay wrapped her arm around Santos' neck locking her head bent back in a dragon sleeper position. From this view she could look down right into Bianca's horrified and tear-filled eyes, but it was only about to get worse for the formally cocky weakling who had already surrendered and now at this point began to pathetically beg for mercy. Mitchll wrapped her left leg in front of Bianca's left leg holding her in place while she reached down to grip the other leg of Santos and actually hooked it backwards like she was trying to snap a wishbone! Bianca's legs were now spread wide open with one stretched behind so much that her toes were pointing directly up the ceiling behind Shay's head!
A cobra twist leg spread?? A dragon sleeper standing spladle?? Nobody knew what to call this behemoth of a submission maneuver but everybody did know, especially poor Bianca, that it hurt like hell while also being beyond humiliating. Her neck was twisted all the way back now being forced to look right into the eyes of her tormenter while her legs were spread wide flashing the entire arena her crotch barely covered in her black lace panties. Shay looked right down into her weeping face as she ordered Santos to profusely apologize for her pre-match snideness and never even mention the name of Shay Mitchell again to which she course pleaded and promised she'd never again. She would keep the submission hold locked in even after all the begging until Bianca's broken body went limp in her grasps, her eyes fluttering shut as she blacked out from the pain and degradation, to which Mitchell uncoiled herself and let Bianca's puny body tumble to the mat with a thud; now just serving as a mere symbol of destruction from an agitated Shay Mitchell who put any other jobber wanting to call her out on notice of what happens if you can't back it up!
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At last, here's another call for themed stories!
And our theme this time is...
Bad Girls Triumphant!
If you're like me, your matches have a good girl and a bad girl. If so, then now's the time to let your devilish and dastardly damsels demolish their do-gooder rivals. Let's let these wicked women win, win, win! ;D
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BAD GIRLS TRIUMPHANT
Sarah Hyland vs Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Gellar shrieked and staggered backward, blinded by her opponent's Eye Poke of Doom, and Hyland pressed her newly-gained advantage, throwing a finger thrust into the blonde's throat. The veteran catfighter gagged and gurgled as she struggled for breath, her defenses down. A fist to the belly doubled her over, and a knee lift to the forehead sent her sprawling onto her back.
Few had given Hyland much of a chance to beat her more experienced adversary, but the younger battler had a habit for bucking the odds. If she had to shred the rules of decorum to do so, what does she care? Dropping down to the floor above her prone rival's head, Sarah H purrs, "I thought you were supposed to be tough? Guess there's a new Slayer in town, huh old girl?"
With that she snaked her toned legs around Gellar's head, locking on a Figure Four Headscissors. SMG thrashed in a frantic attempt to escape, her hands slapping and tugging at her tormentor's thighs, but to no avail. Her face reddening from the pressure, her glassy eyes soon fluttered shut, and Gellar was driven into the abyss of abject defeat.
Esther Baxter vs Scarlett Johansson
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Esther let out an Amazonian roar, followed by a sinister cackle, while Scarlett's response was a pitiful moan and labored gasps for breath. What had begun as a dual bearhug had turned into a complete rout of the embattled blonde. Johansson tapped her submission on the shoulder of her adversary, but Baxter ignored it, and the blonde's arms then fell limp as her head lolled from side to side.
Esther's 34DDD's pressed like bulldozers into Scarlett's 32DD's, crushing them mercilessly, and forcing Johansson's own orbs against her lungs, keeping her from drawing a decent breath. The sepia skinned beauty could release her beaten opponent and claim the victory, but she wasn't interested in a submission...she wanted to knock the vaunted blonde out and prove her own supremacy over Scarlett.
That desire was fulfilled soon enough, as the blonde gave a loud moan and her lush body went slack. Esther opened her arms and let her rival collapse to the carpet like a puppet whole strings had been cut. Baxter then placed a foot triumphantly upon the heaving breasts of Johansson and raised her arms to proclaim, "All hail the Queen!"
Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter
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"N-no more...please...!"
For the past few minutes, Abigail had been having her way with Ariel, as the blonde pinned her brunette rival to the floor and had been gleefully breast smothering her, only lifting herself up just before Winter would pass out. Then, after 'mercifully' letting the hapless girl catch her breath, Breslin would repeat the torment all over again. Ariel, who was used to being the one who did the breast smothering in a match, was humiliated by her arch-nemesis.
"Begging for mercy?" Abigail cooed. "I've always known you were a bitch, but I didn't think you were a coward too. But I'll tell you what...I'm feeling kind today, so we'll just bring this to an end."
For a brief moment there was a flicker of relief in Ariel's eyes...and then she realized that her tormentor wasn't going to finish this by getting up off of her. She was going to finish the brunette off completely!
"NoooooooMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFF!" Winter's plea is suddenly muffled beneath the glistening globes of her adversary, the flesh pressing into Ariel's face and forming a satiny prison that allows no air to pass. Already on the brink of exhaustion, it takes no time at all to drive her into unconsciousness.
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Here's a quick one for your theme, Jack!
Charli XCX vs. Olivia Holt
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Charli came out purposely as heelish as ever, clad in vivid red attire with horns on her head as if she might've been too subtle in her intentions, but that was nothing compared to the whipping she'd unleash on poor Olivia Holt who previously emerged perky and energetic waving and high-fiving the cheering fans down the ramp but soon realized that she was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb for the sadistic XCX!
And a slaughter is exactly what followed. Charli had no shame as she raked Holt's eyes, connected with multiple low blows and even exposed the turnbuckle and rammed Olivia headfirst into the steel! While everyone always enjoyed seeing a good jobber squashing, what was unfolding tonight was particularly cruel. Every time Holt tried squirming out of Charli's grasp and mounting any kind of offensive attack on her own she'd get stifled again by another cheap shot; the crowd loudly booing both XCX and the clueless referee who was letting this happen! It quickly became clear that Charli didn't even need to resort to any of this to beat Olivia fair and square in the ring, she was clearly the better fighter and stronger girl, but like a true bully, she just didn't care. If anything, the fan's disapproval of her savage and ruthless tactics only made her want to dish out more torture! With a wicked smile and evil cackles of laughter exhibiting twisted glee she broke Holt down, stripped her light blue belly top and white summer skirt off and then ascended to the top rope carrying her victim over her shoulder.
XCX held the whimpering Olivia upside down and much to everyone's shock and dismay, she leaped high in the air bringing Holt's cranium crashing down to the mat in a top rope piledriver while simultaneously rising her hand high and chopping it down right in-between Olivia's legs for a crotch chop; the jobber's white panties of course offering no protection from the vicious blow. Holt fell on her back with a thud spread eagled and completely KO'ed and almost mercifully so after all the punishment she'd endured. As if Charli even needed to do anything else to further humiliate her obliterated prey, she took a seat right on Olivia's face rubbing her crotch up and down her features while raising both hands high in the air and giving the booing audience two middle fingers while the referee counted to three finally ending this barbaous display!
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BAD GIRLS TRIUMPHANT
Francesca Eastwood vs. Alice Eve
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The sound of the back of Francesca's hard slapping across Alice's face resounded through the room with a sharp CRACK, sending the English blonde reeling backward. Finding her footing, her eyes glazed and her mouth hung slack as she panted hard for breath, the blonde suddenly lunged forward, her right hand balled into a fist and aimed at the face of her adversary. However this late in the grueling catfight, Alice's movements were sluggish, and Francesca managed to side-step. Missing her target, Alice pitched forward and fell to her hands and knees.
Eastwood gave a small, cruel smile. She had counted on her endurance to outlast her English opponent, and she was very pleased to find she had been right. Now the time had come to finish the blonde off.
Dropping to her knees behind Eve, Francesca grabbed her hair and pulled her up to a kneeling position. The auburn haired American then reached her hands around the torso of the buxom blonde, grabbing the cups of her bra and yanking them down, letting her breasts spill out. A moment later, Francesca viciously began to pinch and twist Alice's nipples, drawing shrieks of agony from the Brit. The piercing pain drained the scant remaining strength which the tearful blonde had, leaving her nothing left to resist as now Eastwood bent Alice backward at the waist and drew her left arm across the Englishwoman's throat with a crude Dragon Sleeper, while with her right hand, Frencesca cruelly pistoned punches into Alice's bare breasts. Between the chokehold and the pounding, the blonde was swiftly rendered semi-conscious and finished.
Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
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Her watery eyes shutting tight against the pain, Kaley let out a squealing moan as she sank to her knees. Mila gave a half-smirk and continued to pour all of her power into the Iron Claw she had locked on her rival's face. Suddenly she released her hold, but instantly followed it up with a knee lift that smashed into the blonde's jaw, sending her sailing backward to the floor. Cuoco's partisans in the onlooking crowd of elite spectators cheered her on, but their encouragement had a hollow ring to it, as even they had to admit that things looked bleak for the blonde.
A sharp kick of Kunis's heel into her opponent's groin further imperiled the blonde, drawing an anguished gasp from her. Then, the brunette lifted up Cuoco's legs and folded them over, matchbook pinning her. Sitting down upon her rival's haunches, Mila almost casually examined her nails as if she hadn't a care in the world. Meantime, Kaley struggled for breath as she was doubled over and compacted, her own breasts pressing down over her mouth to partially smother her. She whined and squirmed, but she was simply too spent to throw her oppressor off, and ultimately she was simply overwhelmed, and she slipped into a semi-conscious stupor, and into defeat.
Ashley Tisdale vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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Michelle's eyes went wide in panic as she realized her predicament. Flat on her belly, Ashley had laid down on top of her, the blonde using her legs to grapevine those of the brunette, spreading them wide and keeping Trachtenberg pinned down. The blonde's hands then found their way to her adversary's face...specifically, covering her mouth while simultaneously pinching closed her nose. Unable to breath, the exhausted brunette squirmed haplessly beneath her tormentor, her hands clutching at Tisdale's wrists, frantically trying to pry them loose, but to no avail.
In complete command of the fight, Ashley smiled and cooed, "It's time for widdle baby Michelle to go nighty-night. But don't worry, after you nod off, I'll be sure to tuck you in." Those words filed the brunette with new dread, because she knew just what her rival had in mind: after KOing her, Ashley would strip Michelle of her bra and panties and leave her nude and spreadeagled on the floor, a humiliating finish. Her fear fueled new determination to escape.
But it was all for naught. Already pushed beyond her physical limits by the grueling battle she had endured, Trachtenberg simply had nothing left in the tank. And with her air supply mercilessly cut off, her eyes glazed over, rolled up in their sockets, and her lids fluttered shut.
She would groggily come to an indeterminate time later...naked on the floor, and displayed like a trophy of conquest by the victorious blonde.
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Keira Knightley Vs Natalie Portman
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Keira is trying to catch her breath whilst knelling in the corner of the room, her arm laying across her ribs which have just been subjected to one of Natalie’s deadly body scissor holds. Keira tries for a third time to get to her feet. But can only stand with the aid of the wall behind her. Natalie says “I can’t believe people keep comparing us”. Just then Keira makes a dive for Natalie only for her to make a very graceful side step and watches a Keira misses and ends up crumpled heap on the mat.
Natalie quickly pounces on the sickened brit and traps her in a school boy pin, wasting no time she squeezes Keira’s face between her legs saying “You know this isn’t going to end well for you” Natalie then slowly unzips her skirt and undoes the lace on her panties and removes them Keira watches in horror and knows what is about to happen but every time she struggles her ribs send her into ever increasing levels of pain.
Natalie scoots forward enveloping Keira’s face with her crouch Natalie says “you know what to do and the penalty if you don’t”. Just then Keira stick her tongue out and Natalie slowly starts to grind herself against it. Over the next several minutes the pace slowly pick-up with Keira moaning for mercy and Natalie stroking her boobs, Suddenly Natalie Goes completely ridged and biting her bottom lip looks down between her legs to see Keira’s red face covered in her Juices.
Natalie grabs her panties and wipes Keira’s face as she sobs. She gives Keira a little kiss on the forehead before standing over her and placing her foot on her face and taking a selfie with Keira under foot.
Natalie leaves her a letter in which she orders Keira to stop auditioning for any more Hollywood movies or she would leak this picture to 4chan.
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BAD GIRLS TRIUMPHANT
Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
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Having already removed the halter top from her dazed arch-nemesis, Kristen took delight in peeling Emma's bikini panties down her legs before pulling them off, leaving the embattled Brit stark naked. Stewart then rolled her opponent over onto her belly, while the American then stood up. Stepping her feet behind her foe's knees while bending her lower legs back to hook Watson's feet around Kristen's shins, Stewart then bent down to grab Emma's wrists.
Next, throwing herself backward to the floor, Stewart hoists Watson's body up into the air, holding it aloft in a Romero Ceiling Hold, offering up the nude beauty as an offering to the wrestling gods. The pressure of her own full weight courses like lightning through the English girl's knees and shoulders, jolting her out of her stupor. She commanded herself not to submit, but that vow was broken within instants, as the pain drove Watson to shriek out her submission.
Unfortunately for her, the malevolent Kristen chose to ignore it, and she kept Emma up in the hold, until at last the pain drove the proud English lass to pass out, tears streaking down her face. With a cold, heartless laugh, Stewart threw her beaten rival to the floor and rose up to accept the acclaim of the spectators.
Miley Cyrus vs Emma Watson
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If Emma thought that she could rebound from her recent defeat at the hands of Kristen Stewart by beating the formidable Miley, she swiftly learned that she has made a grievous mistake. The American quickly came to dominate the apartment catfight through her brawling style, which ignored all rules of fair play and decorum.
After playing with her prey for what...to Emma...seemed like forever, Cyrus finally drove the Brit into unconsciousness with a Figure Four Headscissors. But the American wasn't quit finished with her adversary just yet....
As Emma finally came out of her stupor, she realized in her fog-addled brain that something wasn't...quite...right. Miley had pulled Watson up to her knees, and she realized that when she tried to lift a hand to her aching head, she couldn't raise her arm...either of them. Indeed, there were shackles on her wrists, with slender silver chains attached to a leather belt around her waist, and only allowed her to pull her arms away from her body by a few inches. She had been stripped naked as well. It took her a few moments more to realize that there was something in her mouth: a ball gag.
She frantically looked from side to side, eyes wide with confusion and fear, but did not see her oppressor. That's because Miley was standing directly behind her, having brought forth the next item from the leather bag she brought with her to the match. It was a leather blindfold mask, which Cyrus slipped around Watson's head, covering her eyes. The startled English lass gave a whining squeal of distress, but was still too exhausted to do anything more than remain there on her knees.
Blinded and bound, she had no idea what was next to come. That question was answered soon enough: Pain.
Miley snapped the two chrome clamps onto Emma's nipples, sending an electric jolt of agony from her pert breasts through her entire torso. Still on her knees, she whined and wimpered while trying to squirm free, but Cyrus held a tight handful of Watson's hair, keeping her from crawling away on her knees. She forced Emma to bend forward until the side of her face pressed to the carpeted floor; still on her knees, her bare rear end hovered up in the air, making it the perfect target.
A heartbeat later, the Brit felt the sting of the paddle on her behind, as it smacked down with a steady drumbeat of blows. It had been custom made, with two letters embossed in reverse on it; with each slap, it 'branded' Watson's derriere with an 'M' and a 'C', establishing ownership.
When Miley was finally done, Emma melted into a sobbing puddle on the floor, crushed in body and spirit.
FLASHBACK 2003: Anna Kourniknova vs Shannon Elizabeth
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It had been billed as the 'Battle of the Superpowers', and fittingly enough held in neutral Geneva, Switzerland. Both were garbed in red, white and blue...Shannon in stars and stripes for the U.S. flag, Anna in the colors of Russia.
Perhaps feeling cocky that America had won the Cold War, Shannon underestimated the challenge her blonde opponent would pose. That proved to be a fatal error. Kournikova attacked her American rival without mercy, in particular doing devastating damage with repeated kicks and punches to 'Old Glory'...the star spangled triangle of bikini bottoms covering Shannon's groin. The Russian beauty took a special delight in making her rival cry out in agony, making the brunette little more than a rag doll to be twisted and slammed to the floor at the blonde's leisure.
Finally, using Shannon's own halter top, Anna wrapped the fabric around the American's throat and strangled her until Shannon was left barely conscious. Kournikova then stripped her helpless adversary of her bottoms, claiming Shannon's "flag" as her trophy. But having driven her opponent to defeat, the blonde was now intent on humiliating her as well.
Dragging Shannon's body over to a wingback leather chair, Anna laid the barely conscious American on her back on the floor before the chair. Kournikova then settled down on the chair, as a Queen takes her throne, and she crossed her legs, placing her right foot down upon Shannon's face, using it as her footrest! The American could do little more than to lay there and endure the humiliation, moaning softly as tears trickled down her cheeks.
FLASHBACK 1945: Betty Grable vs June Haver
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Although June was a rising star in the Hollywood catfighting scene, the betting odds were on the more experience Betty claiming the victory on this night. Of course, the odds-makers didn't take into account the fact that Haver...nearly obsessed with the desire of toppling Grable from the throne as the top fighter in Hollywood...would do anything and everything to win.
She saw her opportunity in the opening moments of the match. Betty, far too confident of herself and dismissive of her opponent, was more interested in preening and posing for the high-powered studio executives who were in the audience of onlookers, and wasn't even bothering to pay attention to her opponent. The men were enraptured at the sight of Grable's sculpted legs, widely hailed as the greatest gams in all of moviedom. But June proved she had a pair of stems well worth paying attention to as well, as her right leg lashed out, and she slammed a brutal kick up between Betty's thighs.
Grable let out a shriek that melted into a pained moan as she sank to her knees. And from that point on, the match was entirely in June's favor. She focused much of her attack on her adversary's fabled legs, twisting, yanking and stomping them relentlessly, until they were so battered, Grable was unable to stand on them. With her primary weapons eliminated, Betty was easy prey. And adding insult to injury, Haver now began to torment her opponent with various head and body scissors, taunting the hapless Grable with, "Who has the better legs now, hmmmm?"
Finally, crushing Betty from behind with a bodyscissors, June began to lean back and lift Grable's seated body up into the air...and would then bring it down hard with a Keister Bump, the impact reverberating through Betty's rear end and sending electric currents of pain from her tail bone up through her spine. After several of these, Grable...her body soaked with sweat, her eyes glazed and vacant, her head lolling from side to side...was as limp as a ragdoll. June released her, stood up, and place a foot between Betty's breasts, and asked one of the leading actors in Hollywood to make the count...and to make it a full ten. Grable simply lay there, her body quivering involuntarily, as she was counted out.
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Two wonderfull Emma´s fight, especially vs Kristen, it´s a fantastic classic.
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Always good to see Esther getting some love.
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Two wonderfull Emma´s fight, especially vs Kristen, it´s a fantastic classic.
Sounds like we need a Kristen vs Miley fight-off to see who's the better "Emma Watson Beater"
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Cheryl Cole VS Lauren Mayberry (Feminist Pride Battle)
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Back stage at a concert in Glasgow there is a large commotion going on in the dressing room of Lauren Mayberry, which lasts for over 20 min. Just then Karen Gillian one of Lauren best friends opens the door and exits the dressing room, looking back and says have fun I’ll keep watch.
In the dressing room Lauren is walking round and randomly kicking and stomping on a tied up and helpless Cheryl Cole who seems to have taken and severe beating. The English pop princess says “I’m sorry ……” only to be cut off by Lauren Saying “I invited you on this feminism in music tour and you have the cheek to say in a live Tv interview that you don’t believe that there is a gender equality problem and that you are pro Scotland remaining in the UK, you know who I am and what I believe in, I expected you to fall in line bitch.”
Lauren pounces on Cheryl and after landing over a dozen more hits to her victim, Lauren secures the English pop princess in a school boy pin and then applies a breast smother, burying Cheryl’s face in her cleavage, she waits for the first sign that Cheryl is about to pass out then releases her from her tit flesh prison. Lauren then says ”your pathetic” then spits on her face, Cheryl is quite obviously broken and Lauren decides to finish it off. By applying a side head scissor. Over the next few minutes she watches as her poor English rival’s face turns from white to red, red to blue and eventually blue to grey before passing out from the pressure of the Scottish lasses thighs.
10 minutes later the auditorium Lauren and Karen appear on stage and sit on the edge of the stage Lauren says “hello we are here tonight to give a voice to all those appressed women and destroy those who do not believe there is a problem, and we’ve already started”. After a 10-minute speech the stage lights get brighter to show that Lauren and Karen where in fact not sat on the edge of the stage but have been sitting on the tied up and helpless Cheryl. The camera zooms in on Cheryl’s face only to see her crying and sobbing, her head pinned sideways between the dirty stage and Lauren’s butt. Which Lauren is only too happy to part her legs to ensure the camera get a good view of the helpless English rose.
Karen says “You all know what this English bitch said earlier today and this is the Scottish feminist response”. The crowd cheers loudly, the music starts playing Lauren hops up on stage and kicks Cheryl’s helpless body off the edge of the stage.
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Throwback Thursday
Kaley Cuoco VS Michelle Trachtenberg - 2004
That's my girl, Mishy. ;)
Thanks for a great throwback, Amber!
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Amanda Crew VS Mary Elizabeth Winsted (The evolution of a friendship).
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Mary had had a hell of a week she had just split up with her boyfriend Ewan MacGregor. After he called her just his bit on the side. Mary decided to go up to Langley in Canada to visit her best friend Amanda Crew who she met on the set of Final destination 3. Over the years Mary had helped Amanda by posing for Amanda crews photography portfolio and Instagram and thought a few shots of herself looking awsom and with a smile on her face would send a message back to Ewan.
A few minutes after she had arrived there where raised voices, something about Amanda now dating one of Mary's ex's, the ex she was hoping to reconnect with. This suddenly exploded in to a full blown fight with the ladies rolling over each other struggling for dominance on the floor.
This fight seems to go on forever with dozens of punches and kicks being landed, eventually Mary got Amanda in a rear naked choke with Mary on her back and Amanda looking up at the ceiling whilst being slowly choked out by her arms. Mary whispers into her ear “give up please I don’t want to seriously hurt you”. Amanda can only seem to take in oxygen between the pulses of Marys thighs which have joined in th torture. This struggle doesn’t last very long and Amanda’s body gives in and passes out in Mary’s crushing embrace.
Mary pushes away Amanda’s body and goes to the kitchen to compose herself, upon re-entering the room the site of Amanda’s helpless seems to be getting her aroused, she removes her panties and lowers herself onto her face. Over the next few minutes she uses Amanda’s face for her own satisfaction. Suddenly the room is engulfed by a blinding white flash. She thinks nothing of it and continues to ride Amanda’s face to a climax. After a minute or so of catching her breath she notices Amanda’s foot move, not wanting another confrontation. She decides to put her back to sleep.
She moves forward and ensnares Amanda’s neck in a figure 4 reverse head scissor and gently this time squeezes her back to sleep. Mary then scoops up her panties and wipes down Amanda’s face before leaving.
Amanda eventually wakes up, remembering only up to the point in which Mary whispered into her ear. She assumes their friend ship has ended. However, a few days later receives a copy of the Langley gazette with a big “?” on it from her agent.
The Picture on the front page was of Mary sitting on Amanda’s face. In Shock she immediately rings Mary.
Mary realises quickly that the white flash was a paparazzi, Amanda then says “I didn’t know you were lesbian”. “Neither did I she replies, I though you where cute but seeing you like that I could not pass up the opportunity i'm so sorry”. Amanda bits her bottom lip and confesses “the photos I took weren’t for my portfolio they are in my bedside draw”. Mary can be heard giggling.
I guess our friendship just evolved to the next step. Sure did replies Amanda but next time you sit on my face I am more useful awake.
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Kat Dennings vs Kaley Cuoco
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Kat gave a small cackle that could be described as downright evil, as she tightened the headlock on her opponent. Kaley winced and whined as the side of her face was mashed up against the side of her rival's right breast. It had been a long and grueling battle between the two buxom beauties, their bikini halters long since torn away, their lush bodies glistening with sweat. Both battlers were running on fumes now, but Dennings had the rush of adrenaline in her veins, while Cuoco was having her dwindling strength squeezed away by the painful headlock.
Desperate, the blonde was prepared to gamble all on a last-ditch move. Wrapping her arms tight around her opponent's waist, Kaley widened her stance and planted her feet in the plush carpeting. She drew a deep breath in preparation to hoist Kat up and throw her over to the floor in order to break the hold.
Unfortunately for the blonde, Dennings realized what Cuoco was up to. Even as Kaley's muscles tensed for the effort, the brunette snapped back her right leg, her calf smashing up between Cuoco's thighs. The impact wasn't powerful enough to do real damage, but it was painful enough to startle the blonde and shatter her focus. And before Kaley could regain her wits, Kat suddenly leapt forward and sat down hard to the floor, bulldogging the blonde down with her. That was excruciating enough to leave Cuoco stunned.
Deciding it was time to finish her rival off, Dennings released the headlock and shoved the moaning blonde over onto her back. Kat then got to all fours and crawled over above Kaley's head. Grasping Cuoco's arms and pinning them to the carpet, the brunette lowered her torso down, her bare breasts teardropping, until they enveloped Kaley's mouth and nose. "Time to show you what a real pair of knockers can do," she taunted her hapless opponent. Their mingled sweat formed a near-airtight seal, as Cuoco was smothered by the satiny trap! She thrashed with what scant reserves of power she had left, her legs flailing in panic, but to no avail. Kat smiled and chuckled softly, enjoying the humiliating way she was devastating her adversary.
Kaley's squirminngs grew weaker, until at last they were barely more than a few spasmodic twitches. Then she went limp altogether, driven somnolent and conquered. Dennings pushed herself up to her feet, and then planted one of those feet upon the rapidly rising and falling chest of the beaten blonde, signaling Kat's hard-won triumph.
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Lindsey Lohan VS Anita Sarkiseen (The PAX West Incident)
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Anita Sarkiseen (Noted feminism and gaming activist) is lying on the floor in the back room of PAX West 2018 game convention sobbing having just taken a beating from Lindsey Lohan who was protesting against Rockstar games using her likeness in grand theft auto 5 when she overheard Anita calling her out as being a pure example of feminism gone wrong.
Oy no tits this is what female empowerment means says Lindsey just before soccer kicking the already crumples and sobbing Anita right in the stomach, she folds over a coughs and tries to regain her composure. But Lindsey hovers her shoe heel over Anita’s face and says Suck on it, Anita sobbing quickly complies. Lindsey says “Who would you say is empowered now”, "you are goddess" reply’s Anita.
Lindsey pushes her rival on to her back and mounts her, sitting on her waist. She has a devilish look on her face and says “one of the defining characteristics of a real woman is boob size, would you like to see my prime examples.
Just then she grabs the back of Anita’s head and pulls her head into her chest, Anita’s face consumed between them, almost instantly Anita begs for mercy, “what was that askes Lindsey, let’s try again”.
“I’m going to feed your face to my boobs and hold you there for 60 seconds, you will either survive and feel a small sense of pride, pass out and be left in utter humiliation, or die where people will only celebrate your passing”. GO!
10, 20, 30 Lindsey’s boobs flex and contort around the face of Anita as she tries to find some air, 40 all motion ceases from Anita. 50 Lindsey smiles and becomes a little aroused by the fact her boobs seem to have claimed another victim.
Lindsey peels Anita’s face from between her boobs and checks for signs of life. “Dam she still alive” before screeching “gross you got your drool all over my top” She quickly spits into then slaps the Anita across the face before throwing her to the ground.
Lindsey stands up and gives Anita one more kick to the face before walking away biting her bottom lip and with a slight skip in her step.
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THE PENTHOUSE RING
Here's a new variation for apartment wrestling: a ring! But this isn't the typical kind of wrestling ring, oh no.
Four steel poles have been installed, each heavily padded. Attached to them are three ropes, but unlike the typical ring ropes, these are not made from steel cables, but rather they are rubber, and sheathed in velvet. There is no thin padding of canvas over plywood for the floor, but rather the actual living room floor, covered in plush carpeting, is used. The result is a 16' x 16' battle zone to contain the action, rather than allowing the combatants to use the entire room as their battlefield, as is the norm in an apartment match. The ropes may be used as weapons. If a fighter intentionally exits the ring, she is disqualified. If she is thrown out, she has sixty seconds to return, or else she will be disqualified.
Some wrestlers will feel inhibited by the confines of a ring, but others will be canny enough to use it as a weapon.
Sarah Hyland vs Savannah Chrisley
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Taking Savannah by the wrist, Sarah whipped her across the length of the ring, the taller girl's body spinning around so that she crashed with her back into the corner, the impact eliciting a pained grunt. In an instant, Hyland charged at the blonde, leaping into the air so that her smaller body smashed into Chrisley's like a nubile wrecking ball, knocking the air out of the embattled girl.
Now the brunette was ready to finish off her opponent, and the ring gave her a unique means of doing so. Dazed, Savannah remained slumped in the corner, her arms draped over the top ropes on either side of her. Sarah begins to climb up and above the blonde, using care to scale up the ropes. She then throws one leg over the shoulder of her adversary, and then the other, and in a deft motion wriggles herself forward. Savannah's head is now tilted backward, with Sarah sitting on her face! The blonde's body writhes in panic, but she remains trapped in the corner, too battered and weakened to break free.
Beaming a smile of pure delight, Hyland whoops it up like a bronco buster as she rides the face of the blonde, humiliatingly smothering the larger girl. "C'mon hillbilly, I thought you were tougher than this!" she taunts the Tennessee native, Savannah's muffled cries make plain her torment, but she has been rendered helpless. Soon enough, her movements dwindle until her entire body goes limp in the corner, and she is driven into unconsciousness.
Danielle Fishel vs Jodie Sweetin
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Danielle grunted as she was muscled backwards against the ropes. Still badly stunned from an elbow smash to the side of her head, she was only dimly aware of her arms being draped over the top rope, and her brain wasn't comprehending enough to understand that her opponent next grabbed the middle rope, stretched it upward, until she could snap it over the shoulders of the brunette. And just like that, Fishel was tied up in the ropes.
A generation earlier as young women, Dani and Jodie had been sworn arch-rivals, and had engaged in some ferocious apartment battles. After many years in retirement, they agreed to return to face one another again tonight, and it quickly became apparent that time had not quelled the hatred they felt for each other. It had been a brutal brawl between the two buxom beauties, but now the advantage had most decidedly turned in the blonde's favor.
Sweetin gave a sinister smile as she gazed at her trapped nemesis. Fishel had long since lost her bikini top in the fight, so her bare breasts glistened like overripe plums, there for the taking. And take Jodie did...or, rather, give. Balling her fists, she began to "speed bag" Danielle's breasts, landing punch after punch. The pain snapped the brunette out of her stupor, but despite her most relentless efforts, she was unable to pull herself free of the ropes. All she could do was moan and wail as her rival hammered away, Sweetin's fists sinking deep with every blow. Finally, the battered left Fishel near-senseless, and her head lolled side to side. Jodie unhooked the middle rope, freeing the brunette, and she dragged the dazed Dani, who was very nearly dead weight, to the center of the ring. There, she dropped her face down to the floor, then went down to her knees and shoved the brunette over onto her back. Climbing atop her foe's midsection, Sweetin lightly slapped Dani's face until the light of recognition came into her eyes. But the blonde wasn't being merciful...rather, she wanted her despised nemesis fully conscious and aware for what comes next.
And what that was, after unhooking and stripping off her own bikini halter, was Jodie leaning forward, her breasts enveloping Fishel's face. "Time to jug you out, you bitch!" Sweetin cackled with glee, as Danielle's panicked squeals were muffled between her oppressors double Ds. The brunette squirmed in helplessness beneath her tormentor, but soon enough ceased moving altogether. Sweetin stood and and triumphantly planted a foot on her beaten foe's bosom as she raised her arms in victory.
Kendall Jenner vs Zendaya Coleman
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There was an almost maniacal glint in Kendall's eyes as she strangled her opponent. Zendaya gagged and gurgled as her throat was pressed against the ring rope, her vision starting to grow hazy. But there was a sudden reprieve as Jenner pulled her off of the rope and spun her around. Utterly confident of her impending victory, the statuesque brunette had decided to 'play' with her prey a bit longer.
But although battered, Coleman was far from beaten. With a blue of motion her arms swung up, the palms of her hands slamming into her adversary's ears. Kendall shrieked and stumbled backward, hands clutching either side of her skull. Zendaya took a few steps forward, than lunged back, bouncing off of the elastic ropes for greater momentum, and she flung herself toward her foe, connecting with a shoulder block. Jenner grunted from the impact and stumbled back a few more steps, but did not fall. Undaunted, Coleman raced across the ring, bounded off of the ropes there, and slingshotted back toward Kendall. This shoulder block elicited an even louder grunt of pain from the Amazonian beauty, yet still she did not topple.
Determined to take her foe down once and for all, Zendaya clambered up the nearest corner of the ring, balancing herself precariously upon the top ropes, and she then flung herself into the air, only to come crashing down upon Jenner like a missile of destruction. This time, Kendall crashed to the floor of the ring with a heavy thud. The impact caused Coleman to bounce off of her, and she took a few moments to catch her breath, while her adversary lay stunned and moaning. Zendaya then got to her knees and pushed Kendall over onto her belly; mounting her back, Coleman pulled Jenner's arms over her knees and clutched her hands beneath Kendall's chin, yanking it back with all of her might. The electric agony to her neck and spine brought Jenner out of her daze, but it was only to find herself utterly trapped in the painful hold. Within moments she had burst into tears and was blubbering her submission.
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how come the last post I have is dated oct. 10 ?
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Taylor Swift vs Kylie Jenner - Stunned
Taylor had been beating on Kylie for about 30 minutes and, at this point, the brunette was wobbly-legged and sweat soaked. The long-legged Taylor was a natural athlete. She used her lithe, lean but muscular body to dominate the mean but softer Kylie.
In particular some clubbing blows to the upper back and repeated gut shots had weakened Kylie considerably. Taylor grabbed a mop of her brown hair and pulled Jenner into the nearest corner. Taylor pressed one arm against Kylie’s chest to pin her in place and then started pumping knees, methodically, relentlessly, into Kylie’s belly.
“Ooof”
“Pfffft”
“Unghhhh”
Kylie exhaled in pain as Taylor’s knee strikes impaled her over and over.
“Had enough, Kylie?” Taylor said, smirking, as she continued striking her rival.
“E---enuff….e-enuff…” Kylie whispered in between strike, her eyebrows turned up and her eyes pleading.
Taylor was pleased to see her rival’s spirit broken and she took a brief pause to shoot up her arms and bask in the applause of the appreciative crowd. As she did, one of Kylie’s ring attendants slipped a roll of quarters into the brunette’s hand.
As the blonde turned her attention back to the brunette, Kylie pulled back her arm and drove her loaded fist directly into Taylor’s cxnt.
“Gaaaaaa!!” the blonde cried out, immediately froze in place, her face pained in a ‘how could you’ expression.
A still groggy Kylie took full advantage of the turn in momentum to grab Taylor by the neck and spin around so that her back was to the blonde. She then jumped up, before snapping Taylor’s chin off her shoulder. The stunner did its job and thoroughly rung the blonde’s bell who collapsed flat onto her back after the blow.
Kylie took a minute to walk around the suddenly prone Swift and shake the remaining cobwebs out of her head after the long beating at Taylor’s hands. Not wanting to lose her hard-won advantage though, Kylie reached down and grabbed Taylor by the back of her neck, lifting her back up to her feet. She then reached around and positioned her perfectly for…another stunner!
A sharp jolt of pain that ran through Taylor’s spine as her chin pounced off Kylie’s shoulder. Her teeth clattered together and her skull rang. It felt like being jolted by lightning.
Kylie may not have been as good an athlete as Taylor but she had an unmatched ruthless streak. She walked over to the prone Taylor who had rolled over onto the stomach. Kylie pressed her boot on the back of Swift’s neck, placing more pressure on the vulnerable body part. She smiled as she felt the blonde squirm and heard her low moans of pain. Kylie sat down on her knees in front of her, reached down and secured a front face lock and dragged the rubbery-legged Taylor to a standing position. “Hey, babe, have YOU had enough?” Kylie whispered in the blonde’s ear.
She then rotated the hapless Taylor so they were back-to-back, reached around to grab her neck so that the blonde’s head was perched over the brunette’s shoulder. Kylie then suddenly dropped, CRACKING Taylor’s neck in a reverse stunner.
“Gaaaaaagghhhh!!!!” Taylor screamed in pain, and writhed in agony, her legs kicking up and down frantically.
“Ooooo…that was a good one, huh Taylor? I think I’m getting the hang of this now.
The vicious brunette then dragged the blonde into a sitting position. She positioned Taylor’s neck so it was suspended over Kylie’s knee. Kylie then started raining elbow strikes over and over onto the back of Taylor’s neck. If Kylie knew one thing to do, it was how to work over a vulnerable body part and she was doing that in spades now.
After the first six or seven elbow strikes to the back of her neck, Taylor felt her lower extremities go numb. Her moans eventually deteriorated into a silent scream as Kylie paralyzed her.
Finally, when she had had enough, Kylie flipped Taylor off her knee and let the boneless blonde flop down onto the map in a sweaty, disheveled mess.
“Get me a rope,” Kylie commanded one of her ring-side attendants. “I’m gonna tie this bitch up now that she knows I own her.” She smiled looking down at the helpless Taylor and thinking of all the things she had planned for her.
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Entertaining story but Taylor a natural athlete? ;D
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Entertaining story but Taylor a natural athlete? ;D
I certainly don't know of any Swiftian athletic feats, but that's not really the point. Taylor is young, tall, lithe, and (probably) flexible. All of these would be traits that could make her a decent athlete (given proper guidance and training).... so it's credible that someone could write a story (remember all the "true stories" posted here are fiction) where Swift is athletic enough and fights well enough to defeat a singer or actress in an imagined fight.
So if one author sees Tay-tay as a "natural" athlete, is that really so much different than someone else seeing another celebrity as a "highly trained" fighter.... when in reality most of the "highly trained" fighters in film are beneficiaries of camera angles, rehearsals, and stunt women as well as cleverly crafted scripts?
Again, I could be wrong (it's just that - in this case - I'm not!)
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Entertaining story but Taylor a natural athlete? ;D
I certainly don't know of any Swiftian athletic feats, but that's not really the point. Taylor is young, tall, lithe, and (probably) flexible. All of these would be traits that could make her a decent athlete (given proper guidance and training).... so it's credible that someone could write a story (remember all the "true stories" posted here are fiction) where Swift is athletic enough and fights well enough to defeat a singer or actress in an imagined fight.
So if one author sees Tay-tay as a "natural" athlete, is that really so much different than someone else seeing another celebrity as a "highly trained" fighter.... when in reality most of the "highly trained" fighters in film are beneficiaries of camera angles, rehearsals, and stunt women as well as cleverly crafted scripts?
Again, I could be wrong (it's just that - in this case - I'm not!)
I agree and probably should have explained myself further. I guess it just struck me as funny hearing her described as athletic especially considering her reputation for being klutzy and/or uncoordinated.
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Well, she did get her ass kicked at the end of the day.
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Natalie Alyn Lind vs Bindi Irwin
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"C-CRIKEY!"
The Aussie's agonized exclamation brought a half-smirk of satisfaction to the blonde's pouty lips. She tightened the ankle lock on her opponent, adding to Bindi's agony by deftly pressing a thumb into the soft tissue of Irwin's tender arch. Meanwhile, the embattled Australian's hands tugged at the roots of her own hair, trying to counter the pain to her foot.
The spectators were both surprised and impressed. Bindi and Natalie were both well-known as pint-sized brawlers, and all who assembled in this penthouse tonight...including Irwin...had expected just that, a brawl. But Lind had another strategy in mind: she swiftly overwhelmed her adversary with a slew of submission holds, wearing down the powerful brunette with one painful hold after another. Now, twenty minutes into the match, Bindi was drenched with sweat and panting hard for breath, moans of anguish escaping between her gasps. Her arms and legs had been twists and bent so ruthlessly, they were very nearly numb, and barely more than useless to her. Still, her pride refused to allow her to surrender.
And that suited the blonde just fine. Her goal may have been to out-wit her opponent with strategy, but her intent is to finish Irwin off the old fashioned way...brawler style. Thus, Natalie suddenly releases her hold and grabs her exhausted rival by the hair, forcing Bindi up to her knees. The blonde then kneels in front of her, balls her fists, and unleashes a relentless blizzard of punches. Lind's little wrecking ball fists sink deep into Irwin's belly, flatten her breasts, and finally a right hook cracks across the brunette's jaw, sending her flopping onto her back, glassy-eyed and groaning. Bindi lays starfished on the carpet, chest heaving for air, as Lind rises up to her feet, then delivers a few stomps to her victim's stomach to soften her up some more. Now the time has come to bring an end to the battle, Natalie decides. Reaching down, she grabs Irwin's damp hair and hauls the squealing Aussie upright. She then slips her right hand down between the brunette's thighs while her left goes around her shoulder, and with a warrior's growl, Natalie lifts her rival up. She holds Bindi aloft for several moments, like a huntress displaying her trophy, and then she slams her to the floor. Irwin's back arches as she lets out an agonized wail, and then her body flops limply as she succumbs to the battered and passes out, defeated.
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Ariana Grande vs. Kelli Berglund
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Kelli balanced her spunky self atop the turnbuckle with her arms stretched out like she was on a high wire. Below her lay Ariana Grande in a very familiar position: flat on her back staring up at the stadium lights. As often was the case once she stepped inside the squared circle, Ariana was thoroughly out-classed by her hazel-haired rival and she lay once again in prime position to be squashed like a bug; still conscious but ultimately having no energy or will to even trying squirming to the ring ropes.
Flashing a big smile to the adoring audience, Berglund bent her knees and leaped high in the air only to come crashing down on the puny signer’s body flattening her like a pancake as camera bulbs flashed throughout the arena capturing the high flying stunt in all its glory! It was nothing more than a basic frogsplash, but a highly effective one with Kelli getting plenty of hang time high above the ring and landing with precision atop the wide-eyed Ariana hitting a perfect bullseye! Grande’s dainty limbs flopped off the mat upon impact before landing back down spread eagled on the mat with a thud all except for one of her smooth legs which Kelli actually caught in the air and hooked way high and back over her body for the automatic leg hook pin victory. Kelli held Ariana’s leg in the air for a few extra seconds even after the finishing pin count enjoying the rush of yet again humiliating the pint-sized weakling; Ariana's short skirt offering next to no modesty with just a tiny pair of panties on for underneath.
Berglund rose to her feet and allowed her arms to be raised in victory, posing right over her squashed adversary, as she looked down with a smirk at Ariana who remained laid out and again overcome with the bitter taste of defeat. Before leaving the ring, she figured she’d give the fans their money's worth! Bending down, Kelli reached for Ariana’s top ripping the garment to shreds before doing the same to her skimpy skirt, tugging and tearing it clean off her body, leaving poor Ariana withering on the mat in just her matching white bra and panties. Berglund through the discarded clothes in the crowd for some lucky fans to snatch before departing the ring leaving Ariana in her usual state of being inside the squared circle: squashed, stripped and sobbing!
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MAX vs PENNY
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Magnificent, my friend. :)
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Ariana Grande vs. Kelli Berglund
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Kelli balanced her spunky self atop the turnbuckle with her arms stretched out like she was on a high wire. Below her lay Ariana Grande in a very familiar position: flat on her back staring up at the stadium lights. As often was the case once she stepped inside the squared circle, Ariana was thoroughly out-classed by her hazel-haired rival and she lay once again in prime position to be squashed like a bug; still conscious but ultimately having no energy or will to even trying squirming to the ring ropes.
Flashing a big smile to the adoring audience, Berglund bent her knees and leaped high in the air only to come crashing down on the puny signer’s body flattening her like a pancake as camera bulbs flashed throughout the arena capturing the high flying stunt in all its glory! It was nothing more than a basic frogsplash, but a highly effective one with Kelli getting plenty of hang time high above the ring and landing with precision atop the wide-eyed Ariana hitting a perfect bullseye! Grande’s dainty limbs flopped off the mat upon impact before landing back down spread eagled on the mat with a thud all except for one of her smooth legs which Kelli actually caught in the air and hooked way high and back over her body for the automatic leg hook pin victory. Kelli held Ariana’s leg in the air for a few extra seconds even after the finishing pin count enjoying the rush of yet again humiliating the pint-sized weakling; Ariana's short skirt offering next to no modesty with just a tiny pair of panties on for underneath.
Berglund rose to her feet and allowed her arms to be raised in victory, posing right over her squashed adversary, as she looked down with a smirk at Ariana who remained laid out and again overcome with the bitter taste of defeat. Before leaving the ring, she figured she’d give the fans their money's worth! Bending down, Kelli reached for Ariana’s top ripping the garment to shreds before doing the same to her skimpy skirt, tugging and tearing it clean off her body, leaving poor Ariana withering on the mat in just her matching white bra and panties. Berglund through the discarded clothes in the crowd for some lucky fans to snatch before departing the ring leaving Ariana in her usual state of being inside the squared circle: squashed, stripped and sobbing!
Poor Ariana, she loses again. Nice story.
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Thank you for all the kind words and I wanna say Jack and newcomer FemFightWriter did such great work and this thread seriously just keeps on giving!
Victoria Justice vs. Demi Lovato
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..."EIGHT!"...
..."NINE!"....
...TEN!!!
The crowd counted in unison as Demi, the voluptuous and full-figured warrior she was inside the ring, held her helplessly squirming victim in her arms locking in a spine-snapping bearhug while driving her whimpering and feebly struggling captive repeatedly into the turnbuckle! Justice did a whole lot of talking before the match, foolishly cutting a pre-match promo making some not-so-subtle snide insults about her opponents weight and more specifically how a body like Demi's "didn't belong inside a wrestling ring", but now the only thing coming out of her big mouth was moans and groans as her petite body was squeezed and squashed until Victoria resembled a lifeless ragdoll in Demi's arms! Lovato still kept her strong arms wrapped around her slim waist like an anaconda with Victoria's upper body actually dangling backyard with her eyes rolling to the back of her head; barely conscious but still aware enough to be in tremendous pain.
Parading her catch of the day around the ring and finally stopping in the dead center displaying poor Victoria like a trophy, Demi was ready to put the finishing touches on a her one woman demolition derby! In a single, spectacular motion, she flipped and threw the squealing Justice high in the air only to send her crashing down backwards over Lovato's outstretched knee landing an absolutely brutal backbreaker that practically snapped Victoria's puny body in half; her feet almost touching the back of her head! The referee girl, immediately seeing this was the definition of a TKO if there ever was such a thing in the catfighting world, called for the bell with Victoria still displayed contorted back over Demi's knee and this contest was over in every sense. Well...at least for everyone but Lovato who wasn't quite done teaching Victoria a lesson!
Dumping her off her knee letting her body land to the canvas with a thud, Demi bent down and proceeded to strip Victoria's clothes off, first her green sparkling blazer, then her shirt underneath and finally her skin-tight leather pants down and off her legs leaving Justice in just a slutty pair of a black bra and matching thong! Lovato then actually scooped Justice's limp body up with one hand latching onto her black hair and another grabbing the waistband of her string thong and actually carried the defeated jobber all the way up the entrance ramp, back through the locker room with all the other catfighers looking on in shock, awe or amusement, and to the backdoor of the arena.
"Clearly YOU'RE the one who doesn't belong anywhere near a wrestling ring." Lavoto hissed in the whimpering loser's ear. "Justice served, bitch!" Demi then proudly proclaimed as she literally kicked Victoria, who was just coming back to groggy consciousness, in her thong-wedgied derriere sending her comically flying out in the air landing in the back alley outside. Demi defiantly shut the door locking the obliterated Victoria outside completely defeated, stripped and shamed as one thing was confirmed beyond the shadow of a doubt: don't come out fat-shaming Demi expecting to get away with it!
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FLASHBACK 1957: Mitzi Gaynor vs Debra Paget
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It had been anticipated as the battle of Hollywood's most beautiful legs, and such hopes were not disappointed. Mitzi and Debra punished one another with an array of kicks and scissors, and inflicted torturous pain on each other's gams, swiftly rendering the shapely stems black and blue.
But now, at long last, victory appeared in site for one beauty, as Gaynor locked her devastating Figure Four Lock on her rival, causing Paget to howl in anguish. "I'm going to make you cry and beg like a little baby, sugar!" the blonde said with a catty smile. However, the redhead wasn't willing to give up, at least not without one last, desperate attempt to regain the upper hand. Or, quite literally, turn the tide; rocking from side to side, Debra was able to build up enough momentum to suddenly turn herself and her blonde tormentor over. Realizing too late what her opponent was attempting, Mitzi could only shriek "NOOOOOO!" as she suddenly found herself flipped over onto her belly, and all of the painful pressure of the Figure Four now reversed. Gaynor screamed in agony, while Debra pressed her palms to the carpeted floor and pushed her upper body up, increasing her own leverage and the level of pain to the blonde's leg. Mitzi thrashed, frantic to turn the pair over again, but Paget had placed her arms widely enough to thwart any attempt at a reversal.
Sweat glistened across the bodies of both beauties as they each panted hard for breath, Mitzi also choking back sobs and whines of anguish. After what seemed like an eternity, tears streamed down Gaynor's face and she wailed out "NO MORE...STOP...I SUBMIT!!!"
It took a full minute for the two women to untangle their legs, and Debra's were so battered and spent, it took another minute more for her to even be able to stand up. But when she finally did, she struck a triumphant victory pose over her conquered rival.
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Kat Dennings vs Courtney Stodden
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What was making this moment even worse for Kat was her opponent's laugh...that husky, gleeful chuckle. Bad enough that the blonde was in control of the fight, but to hear that smug laugh of hers was infuriating Dennings. Unfortunately, there wasn't much the brunette could do about it, as Stodden was mercilessly hammering away at Kat with punches and kneelifts to her belly and chest, staggering the embattled brunette, her bosom dancing wildly in its DD cups as chops cracked across her fair skin, turning it a blistering shade of red.
But the worst was about to come, as the blonde sudden halted her torrent of blows; grasping her dazed adversary's left wrist, Courtney swung her around in a circle with all of her might...and because of their close proximity to a wall, Kat found herself throw chest first into it! She stumbled back moaning, having left two circular indentations in the drywall from her sized 34 breasts.
Now Stodden really had good reason to laugh as her rival was literally out on her feet. A simple sweep of her foot took the brunette's legs out from under her, and Dennings crashed with a thud on her back. Kneeling in a straddle over Kat and pinning her arms down, Courtney took great delight in taunting her opponent by 'pendulum slapping' her 32E breasts from side to side across Kat's face. The brunette, used to being the one who torments her victims this way, whimpered "Stop it...", but the blonde ignored her. Finally, Stodden pressed her chest down, enveloping her adversary's flushed face between her globes, and quickly rendering Dennings semi-conscious with her match-ending smother.
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Willa Holland vs Annalynne McCord
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Willa Holland had a sinister smirk adorning her face as she reverse straddled Annalynne McCord's fit waist while her right hand was buried between the blonde's toned thighs applying a devastating crotch-claw that had Annalynne howling in anguish. After a long, intense, and fiercely back and forth fight, McCord was on the verge of tears and tapping out until she reminded herself of just how long she spent in the gym sculpting her fit body. She was certainly in much better shape than Holland Anna convinced herself.
With her arms trapped under the brunette's shins, McCord had limited options and despite the pain she felt, the blonde watched her foe's back intently, waiting for the right moment to strike. "C'mon bitch, just give up already!" Willa shouts while digging her fingers deeper into the blonde. Unfortunately for her, she leaned forward for extra leverage and caught Annalynne's knee straight onto her face.
With a pained groan, Holland toppled off of Anna and collapsed onto her back while she clutched her injured nose and lips. Although she desperately wanted a few moments to recuperate, McCord knew she couldn't afford it and instead used the pain she felt as motivation to turn around and quickly clamp her strong thighs around Willa's slim waist.
Anna was on Willa's right side with her right leg on top of Holland's stomach with the brunette's left arm trapped against her own side. McCord easily controlled Willa's 'free' right arm by pinning it to the mat with her left hand. "What was that you said about submitting?" Annalynne mocked as her right hand glided down the brunette's smooth belly before slipping into her panties and applying a crotch-claw of her own.
It was now Willa Holland who was screaming in agony as she struggled to breathe as she was trapped between the blonde's strong thighs. "You've got no way out of this Willa. Just admit that I'm better before things get really bad for you..." McCord punctuated her threat with a simultaneous flex of her powerful thighs and digging her fingers deep inside of the brunette that had her howling in agony.
Willa was completely helpless and totally out of options, she tried to tap out but her right arm was pinned to the mat while her left was trapped against her side making that all but impossible. If she wanted out of this horrible situation, she would need to verbally submit, and that was something that Willa refused to do. That didn't bother the blonde much as she continued the constrict her thighs around Holland's waist until Willa's oxygen-deprived eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body shuddered into unconsciousness.
Exhausted, but triumphant, Annalynne stood up over her vanquished foe and disdainfully rubbed her foot on Willa's sleeping face while flexing her biceps in a domineering victory pose.
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FLASHBACK 1957: Mitzi Gaynor vs Debra Paget
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It had been anticipated as the battle of Hollywood's most beautiful legs, and such hopes were not disappointed. Mitzi and Debra punished one another with an array of kicks and scissors, and inflicted torturous pain on each other's gams, swiftly rendering the shapely stems black and blue.
But now, at long last, victory appeared in site for one beauty, as Gaynor locked her devastating Figure Four Lock on her rival, causing Paget to howl in anguish. "I'm going to make you cry and beg like a little baby, sugar!" the blonde said with a catty smile. However, the redhead wasn't willing to give up, at least not without one last, desperate attempt to regain the upper hand. Or, quite literally, turn the tide; rocking from side to side, Debra was able to build up enough momentum to suddenly turn herself and her blonde tormentor over. Realizing too late what her opponent was attempting, Mitzi could only shriek "NOOOOOO!" as she suddenly found herself flipped over onto her belly, and all of the painful pressure of the Figure Four now reversed. Gaynor screamed in agony, while Debra pressed her palms to the carpeted floor and pushed her upper body up, increasing her own leverage and the level of pain to the blonde's leg. Mitzi thrashed, frantic to turn the pair over again, but Paget had placed her arms widely enough to thwart any attempt at a reversal.
Sweat glistened across the bodies of both beauties as they each panted hard for breath, Mitzi also choking back sobs and whines of anguish. After what seemed like an eternity, tears streamed down Gaynor's face and she wailed out "NO MORE...STOP...I SUBMIT!!!"
It took a full minute for the two women to untangle their legs, and Debra's were so battered and spent, it took another minute more for her to even be able to stand up. But when she finally did, she struck a triumphant victory pose over her conquered rival.
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Kat Dennings vs Courtney Stodden
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What was making this moment even worse for Kat was her opponent's laugh...that husky, gleeful chuckle. Bad enough that the blonde was in control of the fight, but to hear that smug laugh of hers was infuriating Dennings. Unfortunately, there wasn't much the brunette could do about it, as Stodden was mercilessly hammering away at Kat with punches and kneelifts to her belly and chest, staggering the embattled brunette, her bosom dancing wildly in its DD cups as chops cracked across her fair skin, turning it a blistering shade of red.
But the worst was about to come, as the blonde sudden halted her torrent of blows; grasping her dazed adversary's left wrist, Courtney swung her around in a circle with all of her might...and because of their close proximity to a wall, Kat found herself throw chest first into it! She stumbled back moaning, having left two circular indentations in the drywall from her sized 34 breasts.
Now Stodden really had good reason to laugh as her rival was literally out on her feet. A simple sweep of her foot took the brunette's legs out from under her, and Dennings crashed with a thud on her back. Kneeling in a straddle over Kat and pinning her arms down, Courtney took great delight in taunting her opponent by 'pendulum slapping' her 32E breasts from side to side across Kat's face. The brunette, used to being the one who torments her victims this way, whimpered "Stop it...", but the blonde ignored her. Finally, Stodden pressed her chest down, enveloping her adversary's flushed face between her globes, and quickly rendering Dennings semi-conscious with her match-ending smother.
Mitzi Gaynor vs Debra Paget, an incredible battle of the redheads! And I LOVE redheads.
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hell yeah!
i hardly ever see Mccord fights. good stuff
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hell yeah!
i hardly ever see Mccord fights. good stuff
With a body like hers, you'd think she'd be more popular here... but, unfortunately... nope.
Another fight with some 'obscure' celebs that should have way more attention:
Rooney Mara vs Evan Rachel Wood.
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After a long, grueling, and mostly even fight, Mara has Evan dead to rights as she straddles the redhead's waist with her knees and thighs trapping Wood's arms to her sides. "Just give up now Evan." Rooney said as she squeezed her right hand into Wood's cheeks, forcing her lips to purse while she looked up at the dominant brunette. She struggled violently, twisting and turning her upper body in a desperate, yet futile attempt to escape but Mara spread her legs and leaned forward to keep the redhead hopelessly pinned to the floor.
Pure rage filling her eyes, Evan's unrestrained legs came up from behind the brunette and suddenly pulled her back and slammed her to floor so hard that it left her in a groaning daze. Wood took a few moments to recover and then crawls over to the still moaning Rooney and uses a rough handful of hair to force Mara up to a sitting position. "You're dreaming if you think I'll give up to you!" Evan shouts as she takes a close seat behind the brunette and ensnares her thighs round Mara's slim waist.
Rooney groaned in anguish as her ribs were crushed and her arms were trapped behind her head in a full-nelson. She couldn't believe her fortune, she had Wood dead to rights and was now on the verge of tapping out to the redhead's crushing thighs and devastating arm-lock. "C'mon Rooney, give up just like your pathetic sister." Evan says with a mocking laugh as she flexes her thighs.
On the brink of submitting, Mara instead called upon her last vestiges of energy and forcefully kneed Evan in her back hard enough to knock the redhead from the perch she had on Rooney's stomach. Mara rolled over and collected herself on her hands and knees for a few moments as she watched the redhead struggle to regain her composure.
Rooney watched her opponent intently, waiting for the perfect moment that Wood pulled herself up to her hands and knees. The brunette suddenly lunged forward drove her knee into Evan's cheek, knocking her back down to her back with a pained groan of anguish.
"What was that you were saying about being superior...?" Mara asked sarcastically as she tore a hole in her pants and reverse-straddled the redhead's face. Evan struggled violently, twisting her shoulders and swaying her hips, but Rooney spread her knees further apart and held down Wood's hips with her hands while she scrubbed her pussy over the redhead's face.
"Still refusing to submit...?" The brunette asked as she continued to move her crotch up and down Evan's face. The defiant redhead absolutely hated what was being done to her but had limited options for recourse. In desperation, Wood attempted to drive her knees into her rival's head, but the dominant Rooney trapped Evan's legs under her arms. With every one of her rival's appendages trapped, Rooney's mouth watered when she glimpsed Evan's wet pussy.
"Whatever, loser" Mara chuckles a moment before she dives into Evan's pussy. Wood quickly regains consciousness, but she finds herself beneath Rooney's crotch. No matter how hard she pushes against the brunette's pale thighs, Mara remains seated on her face while still keeping the redhead's legs folded over her own body.
With Evan's legs tucked underneath her arms, Mara slowly rotated her hips in order to get most sexual satisfaction out of her rivals face. Evan was helpless; her arms trapped between Mara's thighs and her legs held underneath the brunette's arms. "Eat me, bitch!" Rooney shouts as she arches her back in order to force her pussy hard into Evan's face. "C'mon loser, you know you want it..." Mara shouted mere moments before her orgasm erupted on and doused Wood's face with her victory.
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agreed
i could make a list of probably 25 underrated ladies
i guess I should start writing again
i think i might do an anna popplewell vs Tana mongeau
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hell yeah!
i hardly ever see Mccord fights. good stuff
If you like Anne Lynn McCord watch her new show Let’s Get Physical. She looks amazing.
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hell yeah!
i hardly ever see Mccord fights. good stuff
If you like Anne Lynn McCord watch her new show Let’s Get Physical. She looks amazing.
Watching it now, and can confirm; she is ridiculously attractive.
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So I got a lot of positive feedback from the Lovato squashing Victoria Justice story on the previous page so here's a sequel of sorts inspired by an idea from another user on here :D
Victoria Justice vs. Miley Cyrus
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Conventional wisdom would dictate that after Victoria's absolutely degrading defeat at the hands of Demi Lovato, during which she was squashed, broken, stripped, carried throughout the locker room and unceremoniously dumped in the back alley behind the arena like a sack of garbage, Justice would be far less ready and willing to instigate another tussle with anyone not named Lily Collins or Ariana Grande. But conventional wisdom seemed to evade the mouthy jobber who if anything felt even more bitter and bitchy after being so humiliated against Lovato.
Cut to tonight when Victoria comes out and again cuts a pre-match promo on the "trashy, slutty, sleazy, two-bit whorish hack Miley Cyrus"; her exact words! It didn't take long into Victoria's venomous and hateful diatribe before Miley had heard enough from backstage and had to shut this prissy little wuss up yet again! And once push came to shove, Cyrus made short work of Justice much to the delight of the audience so very eager to see if Miley could do Demi's previous demolition one better in shutting the mouthy cupcake up once again! Victoria's previously haughty manners were quickly reduced to red-faced shame after she was stripped of first her tight white top and then her matching short skirt exposing her in just a white lace bra and, of course, a virtually nonexistent white string thong that left very little of her crotch and pretty much nothing of her dierrere to the imagination! Why Victoria would think her outfit combined with that underwear choice would be a wise decision is anybody's guess, but it was clear by her pre-match tirade that Justice seemed to lack a little thing called foresight! Miley looked down at her prey and licked her lips with sinister glee coming up with the perfect thing to give Victoria yet another dash of good old-fashioned comeuppance!
"You know Vicky, for all that slut-shaming you came out here with, you're certainly wearing some very revealing undies yourself! I think YOU'RE the one that would like showing off themselves to everyone here tonight!" Cyrus declared which was met with a resounding cheer from the crowd and a fittingly pathetic squeal from the crawling away Justice on her hands and knees. Miley used her far superior strength in reach down and scooping the flailing creampuff in the always mortifying leg spread full nelson hold! Victoria's legs were both grabbed, spread wide and yanked up behind her body effectively bending her into a pretzel as she was carried and displayed around the ring with her barely thong-covered crotch wide open for everyone to take plenty of pictures of! The mortified Victoria couldn't even tap out because her arms all knotted up with her contorted legs behind her back so in a truly pathetic display she began squealing and begging in surrender technically given Cyrus the submission victory as the bell rang. But the spunky and sassy singer wasn't done! Miley stopped in the middle of the ring and, as Demi did before with her bone-shattering backbreaker, Miley suddenly dropped to one knee brutally smashing down Victoria right on her exposed snatch! Justice's eyes cartoonishly went cross-eyed from the tremendously painful cross drop but Miley still wasn't quite done yet.
Miley kept a hold of Victoria's contorted body and carried her over the ring ropes. Justice was still barely conscious but had no idea what she was happening until it was too late: Miley had actually tied her up in the ring ropes in this incredibly mortifying position. Victoria tried feebly to escape but had no chance with her lanky legs folded over her and now fully entwined in the ropes with her body folded in half with her own ankles and feet sticking up to the air next her head and things would only get worse for her as Miley then ripped both her bra and thong off with single tugs leaving her now completely naked with her perky free-swinging breasts and clean shaven pussy stretched wide like a landing strip under the bright lights of the stadium with nothing at all to cover them up! Poor Victoria could only weakly flop her tangled up limbs and sob like a baby as for all the tasteless jarbs she threw at Miley before the match for being quite the promiscuous hellcat, it was now Justice who was exposed and displayed like a piece of meat! For a finishing tough, Cyrus grew tired of her prey's sob story and shoved Victoria's own thong in her whining mouth as the referee girl raised her hand in victory in front of a highly appreciative crowd! Before waltzing back up the ramp in triumph leaving Victoria captive in the ring ropes for lord knows how long, Miley stood on the ring apron right next to her gagged victim and actually took a selfie posing right next to Justice and coming up with a great caption right there on the spot:
"NEXT TIME SOME1 TRIES SHAMING U 4 BEING YRSELF HANDLE THEIR HATER ASS #noslutshaming #squashed #sorrynotsorry"
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So I got a lot of positive feedback from the Lovato squashing Victoria Justice story on the previous page so here's a sequel of sorts inspired by an idea from another user on here :D
Victoria Justice vs. Miley Cyrus
See folks? A little bit of feedback and encouragement, and we all get to enjoy the bounty. :)
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"After bitter feelings arose from their time filming "Jennifer's Body", the two ran into one another at a bar. With liquid courage inside of both as well as lowered inhibitions the two charge towards one another to finally settle who the better woman is."
The larger-framed Amanda takes control of their initial tie-up, to 'oohs and aahs' from the spectators in the bar. Grasping the brunette's shoulders, Seyfried slams Megan's lower back hard into the bar, forcing Fox to groan in agony. Licking her lips and squinting her eyes, the blonde doubled down and continued to bend her rival over the unforgiving wood to increasing shouts and hollers of approval from the gathering crowd.
Megan was gasping for breath as her fingers dug into the blonde's wrists, trying desperately to pry them, albeit unsuccessfully from her throat. Out of the corner of her eye, Fox saw the bouncer coming to break up the fight and not wanting to give Seyfried the satisfaction of 'winning' this quick scuffle, Megan forcefully rotated her hips and shoulders hard enough to send both women tumbling out the front door.
"Fucking cxnt!" Megan shouted down at her blonde rival as she was fortunate enough to land on top of her. She pinned Amanda's thighs down to the cement as she crawled up her rival's body and planted her ass on top of the blonde's tits. Fox absolutely adored the panicked look in Amanda's as leaned forward and pinned Seyfried's wrists to the ground above her head while she leaned down and scrubbed her modest chest into the blonde's helpless face.
"C'mon Amanda, didn't you learn your place during filming?" Fox asked in a dismissive tone as she scrubbed her tits in Seyfried's face. "You tried and failed to smother me out then, so what makes you think you can beat me now?" The brunette asked incredulously before she suddenly lunged forward and planted her pussy onto Amanda's defenseless mouth and nose. With her blonde rival's arms pinned to the concrete with her shins, Fox was free to use her hands to pull Amanda's face fully into her aroused pussy.
"That's it, loser, eat me out like the queen I am!" Megan moaned as she ground her sex into the blonde's face as Seyfried sobbed in humiliation.
While Fox was consumed in rapture, Amanda finally had the sense to use her legs and quickly drove both of her knees hard into Fox's back. With a shout, Megan was suddenly driven off of her foe, landing hard on her chest with a groan.
After taking a moment to catch her breath, Amanda spins around to confront her sputtering rival; and just as Fox catches her breath and rolls over onto her back, Seyfried pounces. With a scream of rage, the blonde lands hard right on Megan's lap, forcing the brunette's upper body to jackknife upward, just as the blonde had expected.
Her thighs already wrapped round Fox's waist without her knowledge, Fox was caught completely unaware when her blonde foe slammed her legs shut around her waist and used both arms to pull Megan's face fast and deep into her copious cleavage.
Megan struggled gamely for several moments, beating her fists into the blonde's back and sides, pulling futilely against Amanda's crushing thighs, scratching at her face and pulling her hair. Seyfried though, made absolutely sure that there was no escape for her brunette rival, holding Fox's face deep into her impressive cleavage.
Her breathing passages completely sealed, Fox's body eventually twitched and convulsed into unconsciousness between Amanda's amazing tits and thighs. Finally feeling her rival go limp, Seyfried suddenly gets wet the urge to completely dominate her rival. "Fucking worthless loser cxnt!" Seyfried shouts after pulling Megan's unconscious, drooling face out of her cleavage. The blonde lets Fox's upper body crash limply down onto the concrete in front of her.
Keeping her top on, Amanda slyly pulls her panties off as she slowly crawls up Fox's body; On her way up Seyfried takes a moment to crush Megan's modest tits underneath her ass while she arrogantly swivel's her hips atop the brunette's chest. Fox barely groans in response at the blonde's abuse but things are only about to get MUCH worse for her.
After Amanda's amazing tit-smother, Fox was hardly conscious enough to prevent Seyfried's equally as devastating face-sit. Megan once again groaned in frustration, but this time her hands were completely immobilized and her mouth and nose were completely smothered by Amanda Seyfried. "EAT ME, YOU LOSER cxnt!" The blonde shouted as she yanked up on Megan's hair while grinding her pussy into Fox's face.
"MMMHH, I'd LOVE for you eat me out again!" Amanda groans as she pulls her dripping pussy off of Fox's humiliated face.
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Amy Lee VS Katy Perry The Betrail
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Over the past few months there has been a battle raging about the amount of pop artists taking over the charts, one of the most outspoken critics was Amy lee who believe all artist should sing their own songs and / or play their own instruments. For Amy this came to a head at a VMA awards where she lost out to Katy Perry for the third time and all the major awards when home with pop artists.
An after party had been set for all the nominees and special guest it had been going for several hours when Hayley Williams noticed that there had been screaming and shouting coming from the pool area for several minutes now and decided to and see what was happening. As she approaches the she hears the crowd shouting “Dunk the witch, Dunk the witch” what she sees shocks her to the core Katy Perry is holding on to the side of the pool, and under the water is Amy lee, her head trapped between Katy’s thighs unable to breath Hayley notices the on lookers cheering Amy’s demise and decided to do nothing to help her old friend.
Hayley finds out that this had been a one-sided beat down from the beginning with Amy being tossed around like a rag doll, just then Katy lifts her legs allowing Amy to appear above the waterline she breath heavily. Katy asks “you had enough?” to which she replies yes. Katy then asks several of the boys watching to help lift her victim out of the water which they did and dumped her at Katy’s feet and just in front of Hayley it only then she sees the evidence of the punishment Katy has been dishing out with scratches, cuts and the early signs of bruises all over her body.
Katy quickly mounts Amy and says “you like having air to breathe again?” she replies yes but is cut off by Katy burying Amy face between her boobs the crowd goes wild and starts to count. … 50,51,52 there’s no 53 Katy realises Amy is knock out. Katy gets off her and stands over her landing a few little kicks to her helpless opponent whilst celebrating.
Just the Katy locks eyes with Hayley, Hayley begins to tremble whilst looking at Katy as she stands with her foot on Amy chest, and clutching a glass of champagne. You did that song “Hard times, I love that the perfect pop song nice and cheerful” Thanks Hayley replies. Just then Amy looks at Hayley and says “Please Help Me”.
Katy says “Look Hayley you can join me and all my rich pop industry friends, or take your little depressed witch and get out of here.” Hayley takes a moment to think then lifts her foot and stomps on Amy lee’s face several times purposely trying to do as little damage as possible yet it still be convincing. They then walk away with Katy saying
Anyone wanted to screw a goth go for it. (Surprisingly it’s two women that approach her looking at each other and saying at the same timer threesome?).
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Vanessa Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere
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They grunted and moaned in pain as one; each had her right hand clamped over the forehead of the other for an Iron Claw, while their left hands held their other wrists to keep their trembling arms in place. Sweat glistened across their nubile bodies as they squeezed with all of the dwindling power they could muster, the pressure so great that their right hands were numb, their knuckles drained of color.
A properly applied Iron Claw not only causes pain from the squeezing, but the placement of the thumb and pinky fingers over the temples can inhibit the flow of blood to the brain. And both Vanessa and Hayden were absolute experts of applying the Iron Claw.
The duel of clawholds had been going on for several minutes, each exacting a dreadful toll on the victims. Their bodies quivered as they struggled to remain upright; their eyes glazed over and were starting to cross from the incessant pain. It was only a matter of moments before one beauty would at last fall prey to the other.
Panettiere was certain to the marrow of her bones that her Iron Claw was superior. Still...still...she couldn't take the risk that her arch-rival might somehow overwhelm her (as ridiculous as that may seem, the blonde reassured herself). Thus, her clouding brain concluded, a shift in tactics was necessary. Without warning, she released her clawhold from her opponent's forehead, the sudden cessation of pain confounding Hudgens. That gave Hayden the few seconds she needed. She pulled her left arm back, and then threw it forward, her fingers delivering a knife hand thrust to the brunette's throat. Vanessa gasped and gurgled, releasing her own clawhold as her hands rushed to her neck and she stumbled backward, struggling for breath.
As she reels away from her adversary, panting hard for precious air, Hudgens turns her back to Panettiere...and that's all the opening the blonde needs. With a rush of adrenaline as she gets her second...or is it third or fourth...wind, Hayden rushes at her unsuspecting foe, and then leaps on the startled brunette's back. Wraps her legs around her rival's waist and grabs a handful of Vanessa's damp and matted dark mane with her left hand, yanking her head to the side to better expose her neck. For with her right hand...albeit it not without some effort, as it remains numb from the clawhold...Panettiere jabs her thumb into the olive skin with an Asiatic Spike. Hudgens squeals in anguish from this new torment, her senses swirling from the relentless agony. She staggers around the room, amazingly not collapsing from the weight of her tormentor. However, as the blonde viciously grinds her thumb into the embattled brunette's carotid artery, the increasingly vacant look in Vanessa's eyes make it bitterly obvious to the spectators that she cannot resist much longer.
A moment later, Hudgens drops to one knee, and then keens backward, landing atop Panettiere, who tightens her scissors around her opponent's waist and continues to apply the Spike. Hayden doesn't even try to suppress a leering smirk and a chuckle of malicious glee as Vanessa moans in anguish, her taut body growing ever-more limp, a trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth. Mere heartbeats later, the brunette gives a loud sad sigh, and then her entire body goes slack.
Triumphant, Hayden's reserves of power evaporate, and it takes her last dregs of strength to roll her slumbering nemesis off of her. The blonde gets to her knees in an effort to stand up and claim her victory, but at long last the battering she had suffered in this match overcomes her, and with a sigh of her own she pitches forward, collapsing atop the body of Vanessa, Panettiere victorious but utterly spent.
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Great fight between a couple of feisty little hellcats who make up for what they lack in stature with the athleticism and tenacity to take down larger opponents. ;)
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Great fight between a couple of feisty little hellcats who make up for what they lack in stature with the athleticism and tenacity to take down larger opponents. ;)
2nd this! Typically great stuff Jack! Definitely one of those match-ups that begs for revisiting down the road :)
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Thanks friends! Hayden and Vanessa are definitely one of my all-time favorite match-ups, and I'm sure I'll be returning to them someday fairly soon. :)
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Emma Watson vs. Kristin Stewart
Emma Watson was drenched in sweat and on wobbly legs as Kristin Stewart grabbed a mop of her hair and dragged her hated enemy towards the bar. She then pounded Emma’s forehead off the bar countertop one…twice...three times. The blows further stunned Watson and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head.
The two young women had been engaged in a brutal bar fight for close to an hour now. Momentum had shifted back and forth several times but Kristin had been having her way with Emma for the last 20 of those minutes and it looked like only a matter of time until the American fighter put away her British rival. Both fighters were barefoot and dressed in tight blue jeans and tank tops, a black one for Emma and a white one for Kristin. They were roughly the same size. Emma was arguably stronger but Kristin was a little quicker and more skilled, which had proven decisive so far.
Emma had targeted Kristin’s belly and a couple of times had blasted her with knees and elbows that gutted her rival so badly that she almost brought the American to tears but Kristin had recovered and targeted Watson’s head. Head butts, rabbit punches and straight right crosses had discombobulated Emma and left her vulnerable.
After the blows against the bar, Kristin leaned over Emma and pressed her body against her rival, her crotch pushing against Emma’s butt. Kristin whispered in her ear: “How are you doing, sweetheart? Feeling a little dizzy, huh? Legs feeling a little rubbery? You wanna give up, Emma, huh? You want me to put you to sleep?”
An angry Emma tried to fire an elbow into Kristin’s stomach but the American saw it coming and fired a knee straight up between Emma’s legs.
“oh…oh…nnngghhh….” Emma whimpered, her eyebrows arching in agony and her hands reaching down to her crotch to try and massage out some of the blinding pain that was paralyzing her.
“Ha!” Kristin laughed in triumph.
She spun around Watson and prepared to put her away for good when Emma crashed a glass mug against the side of her rival’s head!
Kristin had never seen the blow coming and immediately pooled onto her knees in front of Emma.
Emma could hardly believe how successful her last minute gambit had been and smiled as much in relief as triumph. .
She grabbed Kristin by her ponytail to steady her and then fired a knee directly into the American’s chin, rattling her teeth.
Liking the result, Emma pulled back her leg and fired another knee in the same spot.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
The vicious knee strikes rattled Kristin’s brains and quickly reduced her to jelly.
Emma then dropped to her knees herself. She grabbed Kristin by the shoulders and stretched her out on the dirty bar floor. She reached one arm behind Stewart’s hips to prop up her stomach. She then used her free arm to start firing stiff punches deep into the pit of Kristin’s belly. Her earlier softening of the American’s mid-section paid off now and each additional blow caused Kristin to twist and writhe in agony.
“How do you like it, honey? How do you like being the one in pain?” Emma purred.
After a couple of dozen more gut shots, the fight was thoroughly beaten out of Kristin and she was nothing more than a rag doll, a line of drool dribbling out of one corner of her mouth.
Emma then put on the coup de grace, slithering up Alexandra’s body so that the two young women were pressed tightly against each other. Emma then wrapped one arm around the back of Kristin’s head and pushed her face deep into Emma’s cleavage. Emma thenwrapped the other arm around Kristin’s head to further secure the hold and to blind her by blocking her eyes.
Kristin suffered from claustrophobia and she immediately started panicking as soon as the breast smother was applied. She started bucking frantically in an effort to dislodge Emma but her rival stayed stuck to her like glue.
“Whoa, Nelly! What are you trying to do girl? Trying to get free? Haha. I don’t think so, sweetie. I don’t think so,” Emma laughed in triumph.
Kristin tried to roll them over but Emma held fast and pressed her full weight against her enemy, pinning her in place.
With every passing second, more and more strength was drained from Kristin. Emma was already overheated from the long fight by the time she applied the breast smother. Now all the heat from her gorgeous body, all the sweat, was being transferred to the trapped Kristin. It made the American feel feverish and sick. She opened her mouth, trying to gulp in air like a fish but all she got for her efforts was more of Emma’s tits stuffed into her face.
Finally Kristin just started screaming in fear and frustration as the claustrophobia and body heat overwhelmed her. Emma just smiled. And kept feeding her tit. Kristin’s movements got more and more sluggish until she was completely drained. Her eyes closed. The last of her strength left her and her muscles relaxed into surrender.
“You give up, honey? Huh? You give up to me? No? Alright, EAT SOME MORE TIT,” Emma cackled in triumph.
Even though fight was long over now, Emma kept the breast smother one for several more long minutes, making sure that Kristin learned her lesson.
Finally she peeled off her tits from Kristin’s clammy, red face. Emma then grabbed her by the hair and posed her unconscious rival while bar patrons took photos on their smart phones of the triumphant Brit.
“Everyone get a shot of this,” Emma ordered. “You all saw. I beat her fair and square,” she proclaimed, ignoring the use of a foreign object. “I want this bitch’s defeat well documented. She thought she had me but I gutted her weak little tummy good and then gave her a good helping of tit sandwich. Now we all know who the better woman is, don’t we?”
Emma then spent the next half an hour having her photo taken in various victory poses with the deeply unconscious and thoroughly beaten Kristin.
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Kristin still suffering from tummy pain a week after the fight with Emma.
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Without a doubt, Emma/Kristin is one of the all-time great celeb rivalries...at least in my humble opinion. ;)
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Emma Watson vs. Kristin Stewart
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Fantastic!.
I love the Kristen vs Emma saga, the best rivalry of all times.
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Kristen is ready.
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And Emma says, "Bring it on, colonial!"
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FLASHBACK 1980: Jayne Kennedy vs Bo Derek
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It was the night that HWA fans had been avidly awaiting. It's doubtful that there was a heel in the league who generated as much heat as Bo. The blonde's rise up the ranks had been meteoric...and much resented by both fellow wrestlers and fan alike. Derek endeared herself to no one by taking a cruel delight in having such popular opponents as Cheryl Ladd and Susan Anton carried from the ring on stretchers, suffering from injuries that sidelined them from wrestling for weeks. But Bo's rise to the top was going to stop abruptly tonight, courtesy of HWA Champion Jayne Kennedy, who had promised to put the arrogant dirty blonde in her place.
However, much to the dismay of the fans and Jayne herself, things were not going exactly as planned.
After a grueling match that was nearing the forty minute mark, the Champ seemed to be turning things around: Bo started to Irish whip Jayne across the ring, but the sepia beauty managed to put the brakes on it and reverse the whip, sending Derek sailing into the corner, where her spine collided with the turnbuckle. Wasting no time. Kennedy rushed at her opponent and leapt into the air to deliver a bone-rattling avalanche splash. However, it was the dark-haired battler's own bones that were rattled as the blonde managed to spin out of the way at the last possible instant, and Jayne's chest slammed into the turnbuckle. With glazed eyes, the gasping Champion staggered backward, and Derek pushed herself off of the ropes, delivering a Russian Sickle Clothesline that took Kennedy off her feet and left her flat on her back, staring blankly up at the arena's overhead lights.
The fans started a chant to encourage Kennedy to get up, their hopes of putting a halt to Bo's reign of terror dwindling by the moment. Given a minute or so to rally her last dregs of strength, the Champ might very well have rallied. But her adversary wasn't about to give her that time.
The collective heart of the spectators sank as Derek dropped to her knees alongside her rival and rolled her over onto her front side. No one had to be told she was going for her devastating finisher, the "Bo-mission"...a combination Scissored Armbar and Crossface. As the hold was locked on and shoulders were yanked back far beyond the normal range of motion, Jayne was snapped out of her stupor by the onrushing pain. Eyes wide and teeth gritted, she attempted to ride it out, hoping against hope she could escape and turn the tide. But there was no hope, as the smug grin on Bo's face made plain. Kennedy's resistance lasted all of ten seconds, and then she was screaming "YES! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!!!" to the referee's question.
Derek kept the hold on a few moments longer, just out of sheer cruelty, and then she released it and rose to her feet. As the referee wrapped the ten pounds of leather and gold around her waist, the voice of the ring announcer proclaimed, "THE WINNER. AND NEW HOLLYWOOD WRESTLING ALLIANCE CHAMPION...BO DEREK!"
A cascade of boos descended upon the new titleholder, but then there began to rise a chorus of cheers. More than a few fans...virtually all of whom had been aching for her defeat barely a minute before...were coming around to the realization that the balance of power had just shifted in the HWA, and it might not be a bad idea to jump on the Bo bandwagon now.
The new Champ merely smirked, confident that tonight was but the first day of a long and dominating run in the Sport of Queens.
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Emma Watson vs Kristin Stewart II
The intense rematch between Emma and Kristin had been going on for close to an hour. Both girls were drenched in sweat, their hair wet and stringy and their faces flushed. Their low-cut, one-piece swimsuits, black for Emma and Pink for Kristin, clung tightly to their fit, trim bodies. They were wrestling barefoot once again.
Emma, confident after her win last time, had agreed to a pro-style match in a wrestling ring. But she was regretting it at the moment as Kristin’s calf cut into her throat. The American had dropped the Brit down to the mat before trapping her in a suffocating figure four headscissors. Kristin’s rock hard thighs, firm after years of dance training, were wrapped around Emma’s head trapping her in place, while her calf cut off Emma’s blood supply to her brain. Emma kicked her legs frantically, trying to free herself but without any luck. She started to see spots as the figure four started exerting its full effects. A weary but smiling Kristin looked down at her hated rival’s face as their match seemed to be reaching its conclusion.
Kristin had not always been so confident though. The match had gone back and forth numerous times, as was usually the case when these two evenly-matched young women came to blows. Emma had pursued her usual strategy of targeting Kristin’s mid-section. ‘Take out a girl’s belly and you’ll soon have complete control over her,’ was Emma’s thinking. And she did her best to do so by trapping Kristin in one corner of the ring and firing a series of brutal knees into the American’s solar plexus. When this brought Kristin to all fours, Emma then took her back and wrapped a reverse bear hug around her rival. Emma’s arms wrapped around Kristin’s mid-section, her hands locked around Kristin’s tummy and pushing up into her bellybutton. Kristin’s eyebrows arched in pain and an expression of desperation came over her face as Emma trapped her in this terrible submission hold. She slowly, torturously crawled towards the ropes with Emma hanging onto her back every inch of the way. A number of times Kristin came to a standstill as Emma wrenched the bearhugs back and forth. When Kristin collapsed, Emma only tightened the hold and dug her chin in between Kristin’s shoulder blades, further adding to her enemy’s agony. Kristin dug deep though and managed to get back to her hands and knees and eventually reach the ropes. Her insistence on fighting a pro-style match paid off now as the ref ordered Emma to break the hold. Emma did so reluctantly, believing she had come very close to victory.
After that close call though, Kristin recovered and started increasingly take control of the match. She used her long legs to fire strikes into Emma’s ribs and occasionally into her chin, weakening and dizzying the Brit. When Emma was sufficiently slowed down, Kristin trapped her in a corner and started firing, short, sharp punches into Emma’s chin and occasionally straight into her nose, making her rival’s eyes water in pain. She whispered into Emma’s ear as she did so, no doubt trash talking her so as to demoralize her rival.
A desperate Emma pushed her away but Kristin calmly set her up for a Booker-T-style scissor kick to the back of her head, dropping her down flat to the mat.
The American then unleashed her match clincher, the figure four headscissors, which is where we came in…
Emma gurgled as Kristin’s crushing legs further drained her energy and squeezed off the blood supply to her brain. Emma used her hands to try and wrench off Kristin’s calf and get in some previous oxygen but the American just calmly adjusted the figure four as needed to keep the pressure on. Occasionally Kristin would lift her hips, to add some extra leverage and power. When she did so, an overwhelmed Emma’s hands would drop to her sides and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head.
After several more excruciating minutes in this killer hold, Emma was thoroughly exhausted and little more than a rag doll.
A satisfied Kristin then unwrapped the figure four and let Emma’s head drop down to the mat like a stone. Kristin leaned over and whispered in her ear once again. Emma whimpered at whatever her rival said. It soon became clear enough though. After the brutal breast smother Kristin had endured in their last match, she was determined to repay Emma…with interest.
Instead of a breast smother though, Kristin simply positioned herself over Emma’s prone body and dropped her pet backside over Emma’s face. The facesit was a devastating coup de grace after the long endurance trial of the figure four head scissors. Kristin’s heart-shaped butt formed a perfect seal over Emma’s already clammy face. A panicky Emma tried her best to push Kristin’s off her but She was simply too weak at this point. Kristin periodically shifted and adjusted herself so that the facesit was always applied for maximum effect. When she felt the last resistance drain out of Emma’s body, she lifted herself off her beaten rival. She then gently slapped Emma’s face to revive her. Once she had done so, she once gain sat on Emma’s face, this time in a front face sit. She delighted as Emma’s pleading eyes, peeking out from underneath her crotch, expressed shear panic then gradually grew sleepy before finally closing as the facesit took her out once again.
Kristin repeated this torture several more times; reviving Emma only to knock her out again, fully enjoying herself. Finally the officials stepped in and told her that she was endangering Emma’s life and had to stop.
Kristin heeded their instructions and finally got off her long-time enemy. However she then sat Emma up and grabbed her arms from behind. Like Emma had done to her, she then invited photographers and audience members into the ring to take photos of her in various victory poses over Emma. Often this involved grabbing Emma by the hair and showing off her unconscious face. Other time, Kristin bit Emma’s earlobes or licked her neck to show off how completely in control she was over her rival.
Kristin was sorely tempted to complement her wrestling victory by dry humping Emma from behind and sexually humiliating her but she resisted the urge for the time being. Instead after a long period of victory posing, she used a jump rope to tie Emma’s hands tightly behind her. She then brought the groggy girl up to her wobbly legs and led her tied-up captive into the dressing room behind the stage. Who knew what she had planned after that.
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Absolutely fine, more, please.
Many thanks.
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So much great stuff in here as always!
Lily James vs. Maia Mitchell
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Maia was hoping this would be third times the charm for her on the catfighting circuit. She had suffered back (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg500217#msg500217) to back (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg519928#msg519928) brutal losses to Daisy Ridley and Hailee Steinfeld with both matches ending in Mitchell screaming out in agonizing surrender! Desperate to buck this embarrassing and painful trend, she came out determined and eager to finally notch a victory in the win column against Lily James; another formidable opponent in her own right. Maia came out strong and maintained legitimate offensive momentum deep into the match against the skilled and agile enough Lily who did well avoiding any killer blows from her opponent. As the match went on Maia became increasingly motivated to end the night not wanting to give Lily chance to lock in a submission hold on her, but there's a difference between aggressiveness and foolishness and Mitchell was about to learn that the hard way.
After landing a running bulldog that just got a 2 count pinfall before James kicked out yet again, Maia grew visibly frustrated not being able to put James away for good. After taking a moment to cool herself off as Lily started to recover but remained down on the mat, Maia figured why not do onto others what others have done to her! Grabbing both of Lily's legs, she hooked both ankles under her arms, twisted around and sat on the hazel-haired arched back and yanked her legs for a Boston Crab submission hold. Mitchell pulled with all the might she had left as Lily, nowhere near the ring ropes to break up the hold, realized she had to buck Maia off quickly or else suffer an embarrassing loss for her against such a previously struggling opponent. James would get the break she needed when she not only kicked and squirmed her legs out of Maia's grasp, in a flash she was then able to clamp both legs around the shocked Mitchell's waist and in one smooth motion slamming her down to the mat locked in an impenetrable leg scissors! Poor Maia couldn't even register what had happened before suddenly having her waist and midsection crushed by Lily's surprisingly powerful legs; just seconds after she almost had the match won she was now again reduced to a flopping fish out of the water on her stomach trying desperately and failing miserably to escape Lily's clutches!
Wanting to end things now, Lily had to use any and all means necessary in this moment as she was feeling increasingly tired as well and not sure how much longer she can keep this leg scissors hold going at maximum strength. She reached down gripping Maia's black hair with a clenched fist and savagely yanked her head back causing an even louder shriek to come out of the captive. Lily awasn't trying to rub in the humiliation against Maia, but in the catfighting ring it was survival of the fittest and she couldn't afford to risk this match slipping away. To make matters even worse for Mitchell, not only was her waist being squeezed with her face starting to get the same color as her tight blue dress, but that said tight blue dress also started to ride up her body as she withered on the mat; just enough so that her dainty white silk panties wedgied up her booty were flashing out to everyone! Make no mistake Lily noticed this and thought about giving that tight little booty a smack or two, but she didn't want to completely humiliate Maia tonight after such a tightly contested duel. She just wanted to win and get out of here. With her face blue in anguish and twisted in shame now feeling the breeze hit her inadvertently exposed crotch and derriere, Maia frantically slapped down on the canvas in defeat yet again with this time being a more bitter pill to swallow for her because she came so close to finally achieving victory. Lily released the hold after Maia tapped out and let the referee girl hold her hand high in victory and then taking a modest walk back up the ramp; feeling happy she won but also relief that she was able to hold off an opponent that was so thirsty for a win. As for Mitchell...well you know what they always say: better luck next time!
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Emma Watson vs. Kristin Stewart III ? (more from Savant?)
With the score level at 1 apiece, there's definitely a need for more clarity with these two. Sadly, it looks like this is a rivalry that can go on for years (if not decades given their ages!) Who will finally toss in the towel and ruefully admit "I've had enough..."
Will it be Emma? Will it be Kristin? Will it be Savant?
Hopefully, it will NOT be the readers.........because if so, they'll be the real losers.
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Penny vs Max
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The blonde stood on unsteady legs, bent forward with sagging shoulders, long, matted flaxen hair hanging down the sides of her face, as she panted and moaned. The brunette gave a sinister smirk; a simple running knee lift right to the side of her dazed opponent's head, she reasoned, would bring the battle to a sudden finish.
But then, where was the fun in that?
As with all of their previous encounters, this match between the East Coast's Max and West Coast's Penny had been a ferociously breathtaking contest between the two arch-rivals. And as before, the two voluptuous vixens were simply too evenly matched for one to dominate the other. As usual, they had to battle one another past their limits of exhaustion before fate tilted the bout one way or the other. In this instance, a wildly thrown elbow by Max caught Penny in the temple, badly stunning her. It was sheet luck, but the brunette acted as if it were her own tactical brilliance and superior combat skills that had placed control of the match in her hands now. To be fair, in those instances where the advantage is held by Penny, the blonde haughtily assumes the same position.
But now however, it is most decidedly the New Yorker who holds the ace cards. Stepping before her adversary, she sneers and taunts her with, "C'mon sugar tits...don't tell me you're done already? Show me what you've got?" This has the desired effect of enraging Penny, and with an animalistic growl she lunges at her foe. With perfect timing, Max ducks under her rival's grasp, wrapping her arms around Penny's waist and, with a loud grunt, using the L.A. beauty's own momentum to hoist her up and over, sending the startled blonde flipping over and crashing onto her back with a heavy thud.
Penny lay there starfished, glazed eyes unfocused and not fully comprehending. Max then throws herself down upon her opponent, grapevining their legs together, their nude, lush bodies entwined as one. Pinning the blonde's arms to the carpeted floor, Max can't repress a gleeful smile as she then nestles her 34DD's down upon the blonde's face; the brunette brawler had long ago discovered that the one thing her likewise buxom nemesis hates above all else is being breast smothered by her foe...which is precisely why Max prefers to use this finisher against Penny whenever she can.
Her moans muffled beneath the satiny cage of flesh, Penny can only squirm haplessly as she is snuffed into oblivion is this most humiliating manner. Soon enough, her moans go silent and her body ceases to move altogether, signaling that she has succumbed to the inky darkness. Triumphant, Max stands up...and very nearly collapses right back down again as the last vestiges of her waning power fade. She through sheer willpower she remains upright, planting a foot victoriously upon her hated rival's heaving chest and raising her right arm to claim her win.
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I always like the Penny and Max fights, but I've noticed Max has won the last few - surely it's time for the blonde to get some revenge? ;)
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I always like the Penny and Max fights, but I've noticed Max has won the last few - surely it's time for the blonde to get some revenge? ;)
That's a good point. I don't really keep track of who has won when...I just go with what the muse tells me at the moment. But I'll make a point of reminding the blonde's muse that she's been slacking on the job lately. ;)
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...I'll make a point of reminding the blonde's muse that she's been slacking on the job lately. ;)
That's a long-time problem. My research (Wikipedia.org) has shown that muses are notoriously prone to "come and go at will" - a trend that's been traced back to the ancient Greek muses who would disappear or fail to inspire a hero/heroine with seeming disregard for good literary practices.
One tip: Stories written on parchment (or a tanned goat skin) using a quill pen, seem to have resonance. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with either:
a) the prompt application of the point of the quill, or
b) use of the tip of the feather
In both cases, however, it must be applied to the most sensitive and response portion of a Muse's anatomy.
Good luck with that!!
For more on Muses, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muses
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Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson III: Catfight
Emma came tumbling out of the bedroom, almost spilling onto all fours, after a right cross from Kristen had tagged her right on the chin. The desperate Brit held out her arm to try and fend off the pursuing Kristen who was in hot pursuit and could smell blood.
The two long-term rivals were engaged in the rubber match of their latest war with each other. Both were sweaty and exhausted after more than an hour of beating on each other. After their latest pro-style match in a wrestling ring, they had decided their latest contest would be a more intimate contest; a catfight in a furnished apartment. A series of cameras were discreetly positioned all around the apartment so an outside audience could view the fight. Emma was dressed in a little green silk teddy that showed off her legs and cleavage. Kristen was dressed in a white tank top, a pair of flower pattern panties to which were attached a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The stockings were now ripped in several places, giving Kristen a bit of a punk rock edge.
Although, as was often the case, the fight was a very even one – with the advantage being traded from one young woman to another – Kristen had built on the momentum of her win in the previous contest and gradually took control of the match. A series of kicks to the ribs and punches to the face and stomach had gradually weakened Emma and left her increasingly vulnerable.
Kristen grabbed Emma by a handful of hair and spun her around. She then fired a knee sharply into Emma’s cxnt. The Brit’s eyebrows arched, a ‘how could you look” washing across her pained face. Emma clutched at her pussy, and dropped to her knees in front of Kristen. Stewart smiled briefly. She then started hopping from one foot to another, like a boxer warming up in the ring. She grabbed a handful of Emma’s hair again to steady her and then started firing knees into her chin.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Each shot exploded into Emma’s chin and made her see stars. Kristen’s long legs were deadly weapons and she was bringing them to full bear now. A desperate Emma wrapped her arms around Kristen’s fishnet-clad legs and pushed her so the American fell on her rear.
Losing the standup fight, Emma tried to switch it over to a grappling contest at close quarters but her plan backfired when Kristen snapped her legs around Emma’s neck in a triangle choke.
“Urk!” Emma choked as her rival’s rock hard legs choked off her oxygen and the blood supply to her brain. Emma pounded away at Kristen’s thighs, trying to get the American to release her. No luck. Then then used her hands to try and pry open the triangle choke. A pleased Kristen simply lifted her hips to exert some more pressure. This caused Emma’s eyes to roll up in the back of her head and her legs to splay out in a spread eagle. Things looked increasingly dire for the Brit.
“Had enough Emma? Ready to give up to me, hon?” taunted Kristen. She looked up at the closest camera and gave the audience a wink.
Her cocky gesture though was a little premature as a desperate Emma managed to get back to her knees and, from that position, fire a punch into Kristen’s cxnt.
“Oh!” the American winced, releasing the triangle choke and pushing the Brit away as she massaged at her sore pussy.
An almost unconscious Emma was in no position to take advantage though. She rolled onto her back and sucked in great big lungfuls of air, desperate to get some air back into her lungs. She also massaged her long neck after the agony of being trapped in Kristen’s legs.
Kristen was the first one back to her legs. She walked over to Emma, reached down and grabbed her yet again by a handful of her hair.
“Come on, honey, let’s end this,” seethed Kristen as she dragged Emma up her wobbly legs and walked her into a nearby bathroom. Taking a running start, she flung Emma head first into the porcelain toilet. The Brit’s head took a nasty blow as it cracked again the toilet. Kristen did not let up though and lifted Emma’s head up before banging it off the toilet bowl once…twice… three times…
After all she had suffered so far, the latest head shots took almost all of the remaining starch out of Emma. She sprawled over the toilet lid, drool running out of one corner of her mouth. A satisfied Kristen patted the insensate Emma on the back and then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
“Just stay there a minute, sweetheart,” said Kristen.
Shen then turned to the shower and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. She was planning to drag Emma into the shower and complete her victory in its close confines. After a minute or so of doing this, Kristen spun around to grab Emma. However in her eagerness her feet slipped out from beneath her and she fell hard onto the tiled floor of the bathroom, cracking the back of her head.
For a few minutes, there was only the sound of the running water. A small pool of blood spread out under Kristen’s’ head but she was silent and still. The thoroughly beaten Emma gradually got her senses back, shaking her head to clear out the cobwebs. It took her another minute or so before she looked over in Kristen’s direction and started to figure out what had happened…and what an opportunity now presented itself to her.
Emma couldn’t believe her luck. But, lucky or not, she was going to take full advantage now. She crawled over to Kristen and dropped her body over Stewart’s prone body. She wrapped one arm behind Kristen’s lower back and lifted her up a little, exposing her toned stomach. Emma then slowly, methodically started firing brutal punches deep into the pit of Kristen’s tummy. This was her go-to move when fighting Kristen, but she rarely had a chance to get off so many shots unchallenged. Kristen woke up, gasping in pain, after the first shot but she was too dizzy to defend herself. Emma’s fists kept pounding into her abs, draining more and more of the fight out of her. Kristen’s eyes started to water and her body writhed. She tried to twist to her side to protect herself and Emma had her in a full body pin and wouldn’t let her escape.
Finally after almost 10 minutes of this belly torture, Emma relented, gasping in fatigue after so much punching. Between the blow to the back of her skull and the stomach punching though, Kristen was in much worse shape now.
Emma grabbed Kristen by her long hair and dragged her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She propped Kristen up against the side of the bed and then positioned herself so then was sitting in front of Kristen.
Emma whispered in Kristen’s ear: “I saw how much you liked this last time, so I thought I’d give you a second helping.”
She then wrapped her arms around the back of Kristen’s head and pulled the American’s face deep into her cleavage. After such a long fight, Emma was sweaty and overheated. All that body heat was now transferred into the already hot Kristen as she was trapped in the breast smother. Emma’s tits were not especially big but they seemed to be the perfect size to suffocate Kristen’s face.
In short order Kristen started bucking frantically and pushing at Emma’s shoulders, trying to free herself. She was naturally claustrophobic and nothing drove her as crazy as being trapped in a breast smother. Emma knew this after their previous fights and relished every moment, knowing how much this hold caused anguish to Kristen.
She rode out Kristen’s bucking, being sure to keep the seal of her breast smother applied firmly the entire time. Eventually Kristen’s movements started dying down. This was Emma’s favourite part of a match: ragdoll time. Kristen’s arms flopped down to her sides, her knees s dropped and her legs splayed out. Emma just kept feeding her tit though. She started moving Kristen’s head back and forth in small semi-circles, finding new ways to push her tits tighter and tighter against Kristen’s face.
Finally, after a long time, and with a flourish she peeled her tits off Kristen’s red and sticky face.
“Ha! Everyone get a look at this!” said a triumphant Emma, grabbing Kristen by the hair and turning her face to the closest camera. “This bitch is KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!”
This was Emma’s moment of triumph and she was basking in it.
She wasn’t done though.
Using a handful of hair, Emma turned Kristen around and dragged her onto the bed. Half of her body was flat on the bed, stomach first. Her butt and legs were hanging off the side of the bed.
Emma then stepped out of the room briefly. When she came back it was with a large, black dildo.
“This was always how it was going to end between us Kristen,’ said Emma ominously. “You wanted to do this to me last time but now the shoe’s on the other foot, isn’t it?”
The unconscious Kristen was unable to respond.
Instead of using the dildo though, Emma leaned herself over the prone Kristen and then slipped two fingers underneath Kristen’s panties and inside her. Emma started slowly….working her digits in and out…in and out….until the unconscious Kristen slowly started to come to. Stewart was unable to do anything though. She was too beaten up and exhausted. Emma started picking up the pace. As her fingers did their magic work, Emma started rubbing her crouch up against Kristen’s ass, tribbing her. The groggy Kristen was slowly realizing what was happening to her but could do nothing about it. And her body started getting more and more responsive, despite her best efforts to resist, as Emma’s finger fucking started getting more and more intense.
Kristen started moaning despite herself, her hips moving up and down and Emma expertly built her up to a shattering climax. Emma used her free arm to wrap around Kristen’s slim waist and pull her towards her from behind. Emma’s eyes were closed tightly as hands clenched tightly into fists.
“Oh God!”
“Oh God!”
“Oh God!” she moaned.
Finally Emma, slipped in another finger and this burst the dams, Kristen came and she breathed out a sigh of relief and exhaustion.
“That’s right Kristen. That’s right. Now tell everyone you’re my bitch, commanded Emma.
“I’m...I’m your bitch,” said a thoroughly exhausted Kristen, just trying to get Emma to go away.
“now, tell everyone, that I’m the better woman.” Ordered Emma.
….no…” whispered Kristen.
“What was that?” said a furious Emma.
“No.” said Kristen unconvincingly.
“Alright, you asked for it,” said Emma. Then then ripped off Kristen’s panties before grabbing the dildo and ramming it up Kristen’s ass.
“OHHHH!!!” Kristen screamed, her eyes opening wide.
Just like with the finger fuck, Emma took her time, working the shaft in and out of Kristen and building her up, slowly, inevitably to another climax.
Inevitably it arrived and Kristen came all over the sheets again.
An utterly exhausted Kristen was completely helpless now as Emma flipped her onto her back. Emma plopped herself onto Kristen’s stomach. She graped Stewart’s wrists and pressed her face against Kristen’s so they were nose to nose.
“Now. Tell everyone…WHO. IS. THE. BETTER. WOMAN?” said Emma.
“…y-you are…you are…” said a broken Kristen.
“Whoo-hooo!” exalted Emma. This was the moment she had waited for years. Not just beating Kristen physically but breaking her spirit and humiliating her
In the enthusiasm of her victory, Emma grabbed the dildo again and started smashing it into Kristen’s head or slapping her across the face with it, over and over.
After repeated head shots, Kristen was knocked out again.
Emma looked a little sheepish when she realized what she had done.”
“Whoops!” said Emma, before smiling at the camera and winking at the home audience.
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Sophie Reade vs Katy Perry
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It was dubbed the "Juggernauts Series", pitting the most endowed members of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance against one another, with their "jugs" being primary weapons...and targets.
English bombshell Sophie and American Katy had been battling to a comparative standstill for some fifteen minutes as they employed standard wrestling moves. Now, as both grew frustrated, they decided to put their 'girls' to work. Each bounded off of the ropes on opposite sides of the ring and raced toward one another, colliding in mid-ring with a loud, wet smack as sweat-soaked flesh and fabric slammed together. Both were momentarily dazed by the impact as they stumbled backward, but neither fell. Undaunted, they each dashed toward the cables about, ricocheting off of them, and once more collided chest to chest in center ring, with the same result.
Neither willing to accept a stalemate, they once again threw themselves against the strands, building up as much momentum as they could. When they came together it was with the force of two wrecking balls smashing together.
This time, it was Katy who was sent sailing back to the canvas, stunned, a look of shocked disbelief on her face.. A smile of triumph across her lips, Sophie cupped her 30K cupped breasts and let out am Amazonian whoop. She then hair hauled Perry up to her feet and Irish whipped her into a corner; arms slung over the top ropes on either side of her, Katy's limp body hung there. Sophie charged her, delivering a body splash that hammered the wind from the American's lungs. "Time to finish those little thrupney bits of yours off, luv," the Brit sneered. Reade then began slamming her breasts into her opponent's, tears filling Katy's eyes as her 32DDs were painfully pancaked again and again by her adversary's own orbs. The punishment soon drove the brunette into a stupor, and she offered scant resistance as Sophie pulled her out of the corner by her hair and snapmared her to the mat.
Sitting in a straddle atop her foe in a schoolgirl pin, the buxom blonde delivered the coup de grâce: she lowered her breasts down upon Katy's face, their mutual sweat forming an airtight seal as Perry's mouth and nose were enveloped withing the fleshy cage. A chorus of "Jug her out! Jug her out!" arose from the crowd. The hapless battler squirmed in panic beneath her tormentor, but was too weak to make an escape. Her senses reeled as she was cut off from oxygen, and quickly enough everything when black and her whole body lay there motionless. Victorious, Sophie climbed up off of her beaten opponent, but not before untying and removing the slumbering Katy's bikini top. Holding the garment aloft as her trophy, Reade planted a boot upon the bruised and battered breasts of the conquered vixen and proclaimed "I am the Juggernaut Queen of the HWA!"
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Max (Kat Dennings) vs. Penny (Kaley Cuoco)
Max swayed dizzily on her feet, her eyelids rolling back in her head. Penny had jumped on her back and secured a ridiculously tight sleeper-hold around her neck. In addition to the blood supply to her brain being cut off, carrying Penny’s weight further destabilized the New Yorker. Penny’s slim arms were the perfect size to fit tightly around Max’s long neck and she had excellent technique. Some fighters looped a sleeper on loosely but Penny knew the secret to an effective sleeper-hold was to clamp it as strongly as possible, leaving no wiggle room.
Max stumbled some more, her arms reaching out trying to find something to hang onto but finding nothing but air. A happy Penny just stayed attached to her rival like a backpack and waited for the inevitable.
The two young women had been fighting in the backyard of Penny’s home for close to half an hour. They were evenly matched and the fight had gone back and forth, as was often the case between the two long-time rivals. They were both dressed in one-piece swim suits – black for Max, green for Penny – that were cut high at the hip to emphasize their long, lovely legs and their trim, athletic bodies.
After a couple of minutes of Penny piggybacking on her, Max finally tumbled onto all fours, collapsed by the sleeper. Penny straddled Max’s hips but, leaning over, kept the sleeper on as securely as ever. Penny had dreamed for years about getting this hold on Max as tightly she had it now and she wasn’t about to give the brunette a break. Max pulled at the forearm biting into her neck but Penny’s long, lean body was surprisingly muscular and she couldn’t be budged. A line of saliva involuntarily drooled out of the corner of Max’s lips. Penny’s sleeper was so tight that the brunette couldn’t even swallow. She sent one hand back, blindly searching for something, anything - Penny’s eyes or a handful of hair – that she could attack and use to free herself from the sleeper….but Penny was cagey and she kept her head largely out of reach. She knew the match was coming to a climax.
Max’s arms then collapsed under her and she flopped flat onto the grass. Penny wiggled up a little so that she had better leverage but remained glued onto Max’s back. The blonde leaned over and whispered in Max’s ear: “Give up….give up….there’s no way out, loser…you’re finished….come on, just give up, loser…”
Max’s pride kicked in and, snarling, she bucked up trying to throw off Penny but the blonde had anticipated this and just rode it out. She then started flexing the arm that was pressing against Max’s carotid artery.
“Oh….” Max sighed. This was too much. Her eyes finally shut, her legs and arms stopped flailing and went limp, while drool continued dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. A delighted Penny noted the last fight draining out of Max but, instead of relenting, she further tightened the sleeper. She wanted to make sure her rival was really out and would be making no comebacks. Periodically she would shake Max’s head back-and-forth like a dog tearing at a bone.
Finally, just when she was on the verge of causing permanent brain damage to her foe, Penny released her killer hold with a flourish and let Max’s head crash onto the grass.
“Whooooooooo!!!! What an ass-kicking! What a rush!" Penny exulted. For several minutes, the blonde just lolled on the grass, admiring her work: a completely destroyed Max. She ran her hands up and down the unconscious Max’s legs, her firm behind, her arms. She lifted up Max’s head and displayed her open, gaping mouth and closed eyes.
Finally, after a couple of minutes of this, Penny stepped away. She came back shortly with a burlap rope. She used it to tie up Max’s hands behind her. She then grabbed the brunette by the hair and dragged her up to her feet. She marched her prey over to a nearby hot tub and threw her into the water, before climbing in after her.
Even with the shock of water, Max remained fuzzy-head and groggy after such a long time in the sleeper hold. She could not defend herself as Penny crowded her into one corner of the hot tub. Penny pressed her body against Max, showing her dominance. The hot tub water and close body contact quickly overheated Max. She started perspiring heavily and getting even more light-headed. Penny periodically fired upper cuts into her chin to keep her discombobulated.
Penny then leaned over and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. She worked up a lather of soap and rubbed it in Max’s long, brown hair. She took her time and washed Max’s hair. She periodically pulled Max’s hair, making her face wince in pain. She rubbed the soap on the brunette’s eyes and forced the shampoo bottle in her mouth. She had always found the brunette’s tresses one of her sexier features and it excited Penny to wash her hair like this. It also showed her complete control over the New Yorker. A baffled Max could do nothing as Penny humiliated her in this way.
After several more minutes of hair washing, Penny went back to pain over pleasure and wrapped up Max in a front bear hug. The brunette felt her ribs almost breaking as the blonde squeezed her like a tube of toothpaste.
“Oh! Ungh….oh God…” Max gasped as the crushing pressure drained any remaining strength out of her. She wiggled trying to free her tied up hands but these efforts quickly subsided as the bearhug once again brought her to the brink of unconsciousness.
The last thing she saw before slipping under was Penny’s smiling, malicious face.
“When had the blonde gotten so good?” wondered Max. “How did she get so strong?”
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Michelle Trachtenberg vs Brittany Snow
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All those present could feel the atmosphere in the room change in an instant. It was the pre-match socializing, as the elite spectators mingled over cocktails. By tradition, the combatants would be escorted immediately to their assigned bedroom, where they would prepare and await the summons for the match. However Brittany, ever the iconoclast, insisted on joined the assembled and enjoying a glass of champagne. She could feel the eyes of the spectators upon her, worshiping her, and she reveled in it.
It was then that Michelle arrived. She instantly caught sight of her rival, and the daggers they glared at one another across the room were very nearly visible. The brunette said nothing as she approached Snow, a supremely confident smirk on her face. She put some extra sashay in her hips, and the sight of her vaunted derriere passing by stole the thunder from the blonde. She walked right up to Brittany.
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The blonde smirked right back and purred with a scornful laugh, "Oh, you want to play now?" She took a step forward, and the two arch-rivals were very nearly nose to nose, fingers curling in preparation for hairpulling.
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Realizing the fight was quite likely on the verge of erupting prematurely, the match ombudsman stepped between them. "Let's save it for the actual battle, ladies," he admonished them. He then politely asked that two gentlemen accept the honor of escorting the pair to their assigned rooms. Once that was accomplished, an electric buzz ran through the room. This promised to be a rousing clash between two beauties who shared genuine hostility for one another. The appointed time of the match couldn't come fast enough.
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The match that followed was everything it promised to be, and more. Each at the peak of her skill, Brittany and Michelle waged a magnificent battle that often proved brilliant. Not only are both highly skilled grapplers, but they are both rightly considered to be among the finest tacticians in celebrity catfighting. No move was random; each was employed as part of a grand strategy...an overall plan to not merely defeat the other, but to prove the winner's absolutely supremacy over her hated nemesis. Only the supreme endurance of both Trachtenberg and Snow, coupled with their steely determination to never submit to the other, kept them fighting long past the point of sheer physical exhaustion.
But after a long and grueling stalemate, the advantage in the last few minutes had clearly been in Michelle's favor. At the rate this was going, it was becoming clear that victory was within the brunette's grasp.
That is, until a distressed Brittany, driven to her knees before her opponent, put everything she had behind a forearm smash up between Michelle's legs. The brunette's eyes went as wide as saucers and her cheeks sucked in as her lips curled into an anguished 'O'. The impact drove her up to tip toes, and she then staggered backward, hands cupping her throbbing groin. Trachtenberg had made the fatal mistake of allowing herself to grow over-confident, and that left her open to such a desperation act, for which she now paid the painful price.
With the tide now turned her way, Snow wasted no time in pressing her advantage. A couple of sharp slaps to the face left Michelle glassy eyed, and she put up scant resistance as Brittany snared her in an abdominal stretch. Trachtenberg mewled as her glistening, nubile body was torqued to an agonizing degree...and her whining was quickly joined by caterwauls as Snow used her free hand to clamp a clawhold over her rival's already sore womanhood, viciously squeezing it as the brunette screamed her throat raw. Had she opted to keep her dual holds in place, the blonde might very well have drawn a surrender from her foe, or perhaps most likely driven her unconscious from pain and exhaustion. But Snow came into this match knowing precisely how she wanted to defeat Trachtenberg, and now her moment had come to fulfill her vision.
Suddenly releasing the stretch/claw combo, Brittany sneered as Michelle let out a loud sigh of relief and she crumbled to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut. The brunette lay on her back, eyes glazed as she stared in a daze at the ceiling, pert breasts rising and falling as her lungs gasped to fill themselves with air. The blonde sat down upon Trachtenberg's chest, her back to her victim's head. The spectators leaned forward in their seats, suddenly realizing what Brittany had in mind: to finish off Michelle with her own fabled finisher, the facesit smother! What could be more humiliating than to be defeated by your own finishing move?
Brittany wriggled her hips, sliding herself backward until her rear end settled down over her rival's face. Engulfed in darkness, suddenly unable to breath, panic filled Michelle's mind and she thrashed like a wild animal beneath her tormentor, but she lacked the raw strength to escape, and all her frenzied writhing was accomplishing was to exhaust her even more swiftly. Pushing past her panic, the brunette realized that she had but one slim chance of escape, and it would take expert timing and skill.
Seated atop her adversary, Snow couldn't suppress a wide smile of delight, certain of victory. Seeing Trachtenberg suddenly cease her thrashing, Brittany believed the final moment was at hand. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder to verbally taunt her rival...and thus never saw Michelle's right leg flash up, her shin smashing heavily into the side of the blonde's head. The blow left Brittany momentarily stunned and she swayed atop her foe, who next brought both legs up and, working blindly, managed to deftly snare the blonde around the head. An instant later Michelle pulled her legs downward, jerking Brittany forward and slamming her face into the floor. And just like that, the tide had once more turned.
Trachtenberg was running on her last dregs of power, and it was all she could do to roll Snow over and onto her back, and then to crawl on top of her. "This is how it's done," the brunette rasped as she now sat her own derriere down upon her enemy's sweat-soaked face. Now it was Brittany's turn to squirm to no avail. Frantic for release, she tried to repeat Trachtenberg's own method of escape, but expecting this, the brunette managed to catch the limb as it swung up toward her and, holding it with her left hand, she pistoned her right fist into the triangle of bikini fabric covering Snow's groin. "Let's see how you like it!" Trachtenberg growled with no small amount of satisfaction, as her own groin still ached from the punishment it had suffered. The blow caused Brittany to give a yowl of pain, muffled beneath her opponent's encompassing butt, which cost the blonde the last of her precious oxygen supply. Within moments, her body went limp as she slipped into the inky embrace of unconsciousness.
All she wanted to do was collapse and go to sleep herself, but slowly, with supreme effort, Michelle managed to rouse herself. Awkwardly climbing to her feet...her knees buckling a few times before her trembling legs could support her, colt-like...she placed a foot upon her the heaving chest of her beaten nemesis and raised her right arm, as the room erupted with cheers from the awe-struck spectators.
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Hey there, long time watcher, first time poster. I've seen this thread host themes for the stories from time to time. I was wondering if anyone would be interested in doing an oil wrestling them for a bunch of stories. Oil matches are my favorite kind an unfortunately there don't seem to be a lot on the site. Thanks much.
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Nice move by Michelle Trachtenberg to come back and win the fight. Looked like Brittany had her beaten. Enjoyed the story.
Michelle looks so adorable in that last image :)
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Nice move by Michelle Trachtenberg to come back and win the fight. Looked like Brittany had her beaten. Enjoyed the story.
Michelle looks so adorable in that last image :)
I'm really glad that you liked it. And she does look adorable, doesn't she? ;)
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Another amazing story Jackflash! You're seriously such a great writer and I think I can speak for everyone else here when I say that your content never disappoints in the slightest! Love the victorious and lovable Michelle coming out on top against Brittany who plays a great loser after letting the match get away from her at the very end!
FLASHBACK 2004: Elisha Cuthbert vs. Rachel Bilson
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Two upstart hotties + one starring role = a classic catfight!
Such was the scene back in 2004 when both Elisha and Rachel, friendly acquaintances with each other previously, were new on the big stage of Hollywood and now found themselves in direct conflict with each other over the leading role in the upcoming raunchy teen comedy The Girl Next Door. The vibe between the two catty babes quickly grew ice cold, pleasantries and manners replaced with thinly-veiled barbs and passive-aggressive swipes, and that was even before they both met face to face in front of the entire cast and crew of the movie on the bedroom set with both girls dressed in ultra sexy and skimpy pajamas finally having enough of holding themselves back and hoping to prove to everyone, most of all the director of the film, who should be the leading lady!
Rachel actually started the fight when she pushed a shocked Elisha off the bed but Bilson would quickly realized that she had bit off way more than she could chew against her blonde rival! Cuthbert came back with a vengeance against her petite brunette and, knowing that Rachel already had a reputation around the catfighting world as being nothing more than a jobber, Elisha let go of all restraint she previously worked hard to maintain and proceeded to whip the tiny and puny Bilson around the set like a playdoll! The cast, crew and studio workers watched in mounting amazement and arousal while Elisha quickly made short work of Rachel's previously snarky and sassy attitude and eventually taking a comfortable seat on Bilson's back who was moaning on her stomach atop the fluffy bed in the center of the set. The blonde clamped both hands under Rachel's chin and yanked her upper body way back locking in a devastating camel clutch hold that had Bilson's weeping face looking right back at all the spectators watching this spectacular display of domination! Rachel pathetically began to beg and plead; frantically apologizing and completely surrendering the starring role to Elisha! Cuthbert released the hold letting Rachel's cover her face on the bed in shame as she posed triumphantly atop her broken opponent but she wasn't quite finished with the humiliation just yet.
Elisha swiveled herself sitting on the edge of the bed and threw the horrified Rachel over her lap in a classic spanking position! The crying loser could only look back over her shoulder with wide eyes as she felt Elisha use one of her hands to grip her dainty pink panties yanking them up her back for a wedgie with the other hand cocked high in the air and slapping down on Bilson's pale jiggling asscheek for the first of many disciplinary spanks by the victorious blonde. Rachel kicked her legs and flailed her arms as she was held over the lap of her tormenter getting her perky little tush tanned red looking and sounding like a punished child! As Elisha continued the spanking, the director walked over and gave Elisha the contract for the role with the sobbing and mortified Rachel still over her lap! Elisha slapped the contract right on one of Bilson's abused cheeks and signed the contract right there and, in an amazingly humiliating turn of events for poor Rachel, the pen that Elisha used to sign actually bled through the paper so that when she handed the contract back to the director, Elisha's signature was actually written across Bilson's booty! Everyone got a great laugh from this unprecedented turn of events but nobody more than Elisha who gleamed with delight at inadvertently branding Rachel without even trying to!
As Elisha continued the spanking on Rachel's beaten and branded backside, the director with contract in hand walked over the camera operator amongst the crew still watching this domination unfold and asked in his ear "You got all this on camera, right??" to which the camera man responded with a slight nod of the head. And while this footage of Cuthbert completely owning Bilson has still not seen the light of day yet, rumor has it that it still exists somewhere and may still be uncovered one day!
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Another amazing story Jackflash! You're seriously such a great writer and I think I can speak for everyone else here when I say that your content never disappoints in the slightest! Love the victorious and lovable Michelle coming out on top against Brittany who plays a great loser after letting the match get away from her at the very end!
Aww, now you're making me blush. ;D
But seriously, I am truly appreciative. I love that others enjoy what I've done. I write what inspires me, and if others like it, more's the better!
And your work is some real Hall of Fame stuff as well, my friend, as evidenced by your latest work. :)
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Oil Wrestling: Jennifer Lawrence vs Neelam Gill
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When Jennifer was first told she would be facing Neelam, she said, "Who's that?" Informed that her opponent was a British model on Indian descent, the blonde was unconcerned. After all, how much of a threat could she be? Lawrence also didn't give it a second thought when informed that Gill had requested it be an oil wrestling match. True, Jennifer had never fought in oil before, but how hard could it me, she reckoned. Her confidence lever going into the match, to say the least, was towering.
It was probably less than a minute into the match before the blonde ruefully admitted to herself, "I've made a big mistake!" Completely slathered in baby oil and battling in a large inflatable pool with plastic lining, Jennifer instantly discovered that it was impossible to remain standing, as her feet could find no purchase on the slippery surface. Even staying upright on her knees was capable only with great effort, as her legs kept sliding wider and wider beneath her. Worse still, Neelam seemed to have no difficulty at all navigating around the pit, gliding on her hands and knees like a skater on ice.
More frustrating still for the American was her discovery that that oil covering both of their bodies made it nigh-impossible to get a firm grip on her opponent, or to apply virtually any hold. Almost without seeming effort, the exotic Brit managed to slip free of every effort the blonde made to try and trap her. At best, Jennifer's only success came with hairpulling, but Neelam was able to match her at that, resulting in stalemate.
After only ten minutes, Lawrence was utterly exhausted, her arms leaden, her chest heaving as she gulped in air. Irritatingly, she was certain that her smirking adversary hadn't even broken a sweat, figuratively speaking. Their statuesque bodies gleamed under the lights of the room, but Gill's was proud and magnificent, while the blonde's was something of a shambling wreck.
At long last, the ebony-haired Brit made her move to finish off her foe. It wasn't difficult to get the frazzled and debilitated blonde flat on her back, where Gill was able to apply a reverse headscissors; Jennifer's chin was nestled in the cleft of her opponent's butt cheeks, while Neelam used her hands to spread Lawrence's legs painfully wide. To her immense frustration, Jennifer was unable to slip her head loose despite the oil, so tightly were Gill's powerful thighs clamped around her skull. Her face, already beat red, darkened further as the agonizing pressure bore down. Not willing to add the humiliation of being KO'd on top of the embarrassment of her performance in this match, Jennifer's hand began to tap furiously at her oppressor's thigh and she rasped, "Enough...I give up!"
Victory secured, Neelam instantly opened her legs and rolled off of her beaten adversary. Without any seeming difficulty, she stood up, then placed a foot upon the chest of the American and raised her arms in triumph. Glaring up at the winner, Jennifer hissed, "How the fuck did you do that?"
"Silly girl," the ethnic Indian said with a smile. "Don't you know that oil wrestling was invented by the Sikhs?"
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MAYBE this is why we don't see more of Jennifer Lawrence oil wrestling.... well, what I meant is if we saw more of Jennifer Lawrence oil wrestling, maybe we'd see MORE OF Jennifer Lawrence. Still, she's one woman we'd all like to see more of.....
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It's wonderful to have you back, Nicole...and I'm sure I speak for Michelle as well. ;)
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FLASHBACK 2008: Kristen Bell vs Hayden Panettiere
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Although still a rookie newcomer to celeb catfighting, Hayden had been impressive in the few matches she had had. Still, it was considered highly impudent when she challenged the far more experienced Kristen, and the general consensus was that Bell would bring a crashing halt to Panettiere's fast-rising star.
It wasn't quite as easy as that. Proving that the initial impression that she is a tremendous talent as a fighter is accurate, Hayden gave the veteran as tough a challenge as she's had in a while. The two petite blondes held back nothing as they brawled, their alabaster skin glistening with perspiration, they heavy pants for breath combining with grunts and groans as the soundtrack for their violent tableau. Ultimately however, Kristen's greater experience titled the tide in her favor, and at last she was ready to finish off this annoying cocky bitch off.
Some of her supporters had taken to calling the move "For Whom the Bell Tolls", but Kristen laughed that off, and simply referred to it as the Sleeper. But no matter what its sobriquet, there was no denying that Bell was one of the very best practitioners of it, and it never failed to secure a submission or knock out. Mila Kunis...who had endured the hold first-hand...had warned Panettiere, "Don't let yourself get caught in that, and if you do, just accept that the fight is over."
So as Bell clamped her arms around her opponent's skull, Panettiere thrashed in seeming panic for a few moments. Then her entire body went slack and her knees crumpled under her as she let out a long, despairing sigh. This was certainly impressive...none of the spectators could recall Kristen having knocked out a foe as swiftly as this. Releasing her hold, Bell let Hayden slump to her knees, eyes closed and body slowly swaying, and stepped around to face her. Smiling in triumph, she took her adversary's right wrist and lifted her arm, then letting it drop limply. "One" she said, joined in unison by a chorus of spectators. She repeated it, and the response was "Two". One more, and the match was over. Bell raised the arm, but suddenly Panettiere roared to life, throwing an upward forearm smash between Kristen's legs, her left arm slamming into the older blonde's crotch with a brutal blow. Bell shrieked and stumbled backward before crashing onto her butt. It had never occurred to her that her rival was playing possum, so convincing was the teenager's apparent capitulation into nescience. "Guess this proves I'm the better actress, right?" Kristen said with a smirk. She then pressed her palms to the inside of Bell's knees and pressed her legs wide. A moment later, Hayden landed a headbutt to Kristen's still-throbbing groin, causing the moaning blonde's eyes to roll wildly in her sockets as her tender womanhood exploded in agony.
Had she so desired, Panettiere could doubtless have won the match then. But she didn't want to simply win...she needed to make a statement. And so for the next ten minutes, Kristen Bell found herself mauled without mercy. Her legs and arms with twisted, her spine bent, her neck wrenched. Fists pounded her belly and breasts. Strands of her hair littered the floor. Her screams filled the air, but her pride prevented her from submitting...which suited her tormentor just fine. By the end of the assault, Kristen was stripped naked and left sobbing in a heap on the penthouse floor. Standing proudly over her, Hayden scanned the room, and saw all eyes affixed on her. It's fair to say that when the match began, some 3/4 of the spectators were avid partisans of Bell. Now, Panettiere knew, she owned their allegiance and adulation. She was their new goddess.
Crouching down, Hayden grabbed the blubbering Kristen by the hair and tilted her head up for all to see. "Do you give up?" she sneered. "Yes! Yes! No more...please!" Bell sniveled. Having broken her opponent physically, the victrix now sought to crush her spirit as well. She commanded that Kristen get to all fours, which the beaten battler did without protest. Hayden then sat upon her back and used Bell's own discarded bikini briefs as a bridle, pulling it between her teeth, and demanding that the conquered woman crawl around the room, parading the triumphant Panettiere like an Amazon queen atop her steed. Tears streamed down Kristen's face, her head spinning in confusion as she tried to understand how so certain a victory all went so horribly, horribly wrong.
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Thank you so much Jackflash! Yet another amazing piece from you and the twist was brilliantly revealed :D Poor Kristen really went from the top of the world to down in the dumps in the blink of an eye; serving as just a mere stepping stone for Hayden to walk all over!
And for you good sir:
Hayden Panettiere vs. Vanessa Hudgens
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Among the decadent bounds of glistening silver walls that belonged in an art museum, lush fur rugs atop endless marble floors and heavenly gold curtains gently swaying in the breeze, two of the most tenacious and indomitable pint-sized powerhouses were once again demonstrating what a real rivalry looked like. Hayden and Vanessa had already clashed on multiple occasions throughout their simultaneous rise to stardom; almost to the point where both girl's knew more about each other than some members of their families! They knew each other's strengths, each other's weaknesses and even each other's behavioral tendencies so accurately that it bordered on mutual obsession. And once again this much was very evident as they put on yet another catfighting classic in front of a very exclusive group of some extremely lucky spectators at one of the most private and secluded mansions in Hollywood.
Hayden's success was largely predicated on her incredible power and brute force she had always been capable of and combined with her sneaky way of playing possum and acting like she was gassed only to put the pedal to the metal out of nowhere, Vanessa knew that she could never quite count her out until she was completely zonked out for good. Hudgens's strengths were mainly her elusiveness and, thanks to her background in gymnastics, she most definitely held the clear advantage once she was allowed to leap and soar through the air with stunning quickness and pinpoint precision. Hayden always tried to keep the fight firmly cemented on the ground level while Vanessa was constantly looking to spread her wings, but it was easier said than done for both of them. And while one would think the setting tonight might favor Hayden's core stoutness and braun, it was Vanessa who actually got increasingly comfortable using the odd backdrop of this luxurious mansion to her advantage!
With both girl's partially stripped down, Hayden having lost her gold skirt and Vanessa actually losing both her white top and matching short shorts leaving her in just a very skimpy pair of white lace bra and panties which certainly lingered in the back of her mind as an added obstacle with her body exposed in the middle of battle, Panettiere like a shark could smell the blood in the water so to speak. After knocking Hudgens down via a brutal sliding knee strike across the shiny marble floor almost clocking her foe completely unconscious right in her noggin, Hayden patiently waited as Vanessa slowly and clumsily got back up her feet not only dazed and disoriented but having a noticeably hard time getting her feet right under her because how slippery the surface was. Hudgens was running on fumes but even in this woozy state she knew that Hayden must've been stalking behind her ready to pounce in for the kill shot as soon as she turned around. In such a subtly deft moment, Hudgens regained her composure enough to quickly scan the room just as she was about to face Hayden and eyed her unlikely salvation: those flowing gold curtains waving as if the ritzy decor was practically beckoning to her.
Hayden made a bee-lining sprint towards her rival just as Hudgens began to turn around but was beyond stunned when she came up with nothing but air! In seemingly a flash, Vanessa used the slick floors to her benefit gliding across the room so fast you could almost see smoke left in her speedy trail. Using every last bit of energy she had and all those hours she spent at gymnastics practice in her college days, the rollocking brunette leaped up on the curtain, swung around high in the air like a spider monkey and came shooting back down jutting her legs out and in mid-air clamping around Hayden's neck and flipping herself down for a sensational hurricanana! Panettiere landed down hard on the marble and with Vanessa's legs still locked tight around her neck like a vice in a position that the blonde was not used to being in at all. The flipping tumble down took some out of Hudgens herself as well but at least she found herself in the dominant position and now putting every last little drop of endurance and fortitude she has left to give in making sure Hayden's head remained firmly trapped between her upper thighs. The added embarrassment of her adversary's crotch right in Panettiere's increasingly red face while she tried desperately to squirmed free unfortunately wasn't quite enough motivation to supplement her rapidly draining energy as it finally looked like Vanessa had conquered her rival for good; at least for tonight anyway.
Keeping the hold locked in for a few extra minutes just to make sure this wasn't a bluff, Vanessa felt her opponent's body go limp and immediately after releasing would collapse completely on the ground in complete exhaustion. It been a grueling and unforgiving contest just as every meeting had been between them, but this time it was Hudgens who barely came out on top with the lasting image of the evening being both mini-warroirs flat on their backs but with one of Vanessa's arms raised high with her hand in a fist in drained yet jubilant triumph!
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Fantastic, my friend! One of my very favorite match-ups, beautifully crafted. Thank you! ;D
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Mila Kunis vs Kristen Bell: Wrestling Match
Mila Kunis is dressed in a black bikini with white polka dots, her wrestling boots are black leather. Kristen in an emerald green, one piece swimsuit cut high on the hips. Her boots are white.
The turning point in the match came, as it often did, when one overeager wrestler made a crucial mistake, Mila Kunis was sprawled in a corner of the ring, her back propped up against the lower ropes, trying to shake the cobwebs out of her head after being pummeled by her opponent’s punches.
That opponent was the pretty blonde, Kristen Bell, a longtime rival. Licking her lips at the sight of the dazed Mila, Kristen backed up into the opposite corner and took a running start planning to launch herself into Kunis. However just as she was about to reach her destination, Mila stretched out one of her legs and nailed Kristen right in the chin with a devastating kick. Kristen felt like she’s been kicked by a mule, Her legs turned into Jell-O as she staggered away from Mila before collapsing flat onto her face.
Mila could barely believe her luck. The kick had been a last minute desperation move after a match that the blonde had been dominating for the most part. Now Mila finally had a chance to get some revenge. Crawling over on her hands and knees, she reached down and applied a crippler crossface to the dazed blonde. Kristen immediately started panicking as the brunette’s hands pulled back her neck at a grotesque angle. The pain in Kristen’s neck and lower back was agonizing.
Kristen immediately wanted to pound out her submission on the mat but her pride was too strong and she endured. Mila was in the driver’s seat and slooooooooolwy rocked back and forth, alternating the pressure on the blonde’s neck. When she pulled back really hard it almost looked like the limber blonde’s lower back was bent at a 90 degree angle.
“Unghhh…..ungh…unghhh….” Kristen sobbed, her eyes watering.
“Awww, is pretty baby gonna cry?” Mila taunted her.
Mila kept the crossface on for a long time, thoroughly draining and paralyzing Bell. When she finally let go, Kristen flopped face first onto the mat again. She was soaking wet with sweat, after being in agony for so long.
A satisfied Mila surveyed he destruction for a moment. She ran her hands down Kristen’s body, from her shoulders down to her shapely rear end. She noticed Kristen shudder when she touched her lower back. Taking advantage of the vulnerability, Mila sat herself on the blonde’s bum and started firing short, sharp punches into the small of Kristen’s back and into her kidneys.
The blonde bit her lip in pain, trying desperately not to scream. Her eyes were closed and her hands were clenched tightly until they were white. Mila noticed how much pain she was causing to the blonde and this just encouraged her. She kept slamming punches into the same targeted areas.
Finally after a few more clubbing blows and Mila took a moment to catch her breath. She was pretty tuckered herself after beating on Kristen. There was no question though that the blonde was in far worse shape.
After a minute or so, Mila grabbed Kristen by a handful of hair and dragged her into the closest corner of the ring. She propped Kristen up against the lower ropes, reversing their positions from a few minutes ago…before that lucky kick…
Mila sat herself in Kristen’s lap and pressed her weight against the blonde. Still holding Kristen by the hair, Mila used her other hand to grab her face by the cheeks. She was delighted at how dazed and helpless her blonde enemy looked.
“How you doin’ Kiki? Little out of it, huh?” teased Mila
Kristen’s eyes had a hard time focusing on the threat right in front of her.
“I don’t think you’ve got much punching power left now, huh” taunted Mila.
The brunette then moved to the coup de grace. She wrapped her arms around Kristen’s head in what looked kind of like a really tight embrace, almost like she was going for a breast smother. Once she pulled her in nice and tight, Mila used one arm to start firing up punches right into the point of Kristen’s chin. Giving their close proximity, Mila couldn’t put a lot of mustard into each punch but what they lacked in power they made up for in sheer volume.
Pack….pack….pack…pack…
One after another, a long series of small explosions rocked Kristen’s world. She had already been on the verge of passing out after the kick, the devastating crosswing and the vicious kidney punches, now she started blacking out under the rain of uppercuts to her chin.
Dreamily, Kristen wondered where she had gone wrong. She had trained so hard. She was in the shape of her life. She had not underestimated her opponent. She had scouted Mila carefully and come up with a good game plan to take her out. She had controlled her for most of the match….no, it just came down to one mistake, one lucky kick….
Paclk! Pack! Pack! Pack..
Kristen tasted some blood. One of the punches had caused her to bite her tongue
Pack! Pack! Pack! Pack!
From behind, one could see that Kristen’s arms which had been wrapped around Mila’s hips had loosen and then go completely limp. With every uppercut that Mila landed, Kristen’s body jerked a little. She was out now but still Mila kept pounding her into a puddle.
Finally after minutes of this beatdown, Mila raised her arms up in the air. “Whooooooooo!!!” she exclaimed, Ric Flair-style.
She grabbed Kristen yet again by a mop of hair and dragged her into the centre of the ring. Mila flipped her over so she was on her back. The blonde was totally limp, knocked out silly. Mila then grabbed one leg and pinned the blonde to the mat as the ref counted 1-2-3.
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Wonderful write-up, Savant! My dear Kristen just can't catch a break and gets squashed in the end once again ;D
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Fantastic, my friend! One of my very favorite match-ups, beautifully crafted. Thank you! ;D
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Glad you enjoyed it, thanks!
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It's wonderful to have you back, Nicole...and I'm sure I speak for Michelle as well. ;)
We're also really glad to have Nicole back too - she is one of our favorite writers on here and that's saying something too, when we have so many talented writers on here with individuals like Xtra164 and of course, Jackflash too - just to mention a few! But, everybody on here is so insanely talented and we're very lucky to get to see the work of so many creative people keeping this thread going. We love each story that comes up and kudos to everybody who puts forth the effort to come up with these short, but always sweet, fights between celebrities!
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Julianne Hough vs Scarlett Johansson
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Preparing her strategy for this apartment wrestling match, Scarlett knew one unalterable fact: do NOT get caught between Julianne's legs. Hough's dance-sculpted gams were perhaps the most lethal in all of celeb wrestling, and to be ensnared in her scissors would most likely spell doom.
Unfortunately for Johansson, this strategy came to naught in the wake of a superkick to her jaw that dropped her in a daze to the penthouse floor. From that point on, Julianne had her way with her opponent, punishing her first with a bodyscissors that felt, to Scarlett, that she was being cut in half by a pair of giant shears; next came the headscissors, the steely vise-like thighs of Hough squeezing her hapless rival until Johansson's face turned purple from the unrelenting pressure; following that, she trapped Scarlett's arms behind her with a Lotus Lock, her merciless legs flexing and drawing forth wails on anguish from the embattled blonde. Any one of these holds quite likely could have won the match for Hough, had she so desired. But rather, she was enjoying the opportunity to so completely dominate the vaunted Johansson, to break her down physically and mentally, and establish beyond a shadow of a doubt just who the superior blonde battler is.
Eager to now taunt her foe as well as punish her, Julianne sits on the floor opposite Scarlett, who sits upright but sways in stunned bewilderment. She snakes her legs around Johansson's already aching waist and gives enough of a squeeze for the pain to shock the victim from her stupor. Groaning in anguish, Scarlett's hands press and tug at her oppressor's limbs, trying to pry them loose. With a sneering smile, Hough then starts to slap at her adversary's breasts. "I heard you like to use those knockers to finish off other girls," she sneers. "Too bad for you that won't be happening tonight." Grabbing Scarlett's bikini top, Julianne yanks it, causing her foe's bosom to spill out. Hough then pinches and twists her nipples, drawing ear-piercing shrieks from Johansson, who battles back tears. If any of Scarlett's partisans in the crowd of spectators had it in their power, they would spare her any more of this humiliating destruction by throwing in the towel on her behalf. None held hope that she could turn the match around at this point, no matter how magnificent a fighter she had proven to be countless times past.
Julianne leaned in close to her opponent, leering in triumph as she hissed, "I own your ass, bitch...and I own these cow udders of yours, too!"
An instant later, Johansson swung both of her arms up, the heels of her palms slamming into Hough's ears with all of the force she could muster. Everyone in the room had underestimated Scarlett's endurance, and Hough was now about to pay the price for that mistake. She flopped onto her back with a yowl of anguish, hands covering her throbbing ears as her legs snapped open, freeing her adversary. Scarlett wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball on the floor and burst into tears, but instead she forced herself to slowly, agonizingly, first get to her hands and knees, and then to push herself upright onto unsteady legs. Still stunned by the ear ringer, Julianne also staggers back up to her feet, fury in her eyes as she reaches for Johansson, intent of putting her through a hell like no other for this affront.
But even as her rival's hands reach for her hair, Scarlett whirls around to turn her back to Julianne, and her own hands reach up and back to grab Hough's own sun-kissed mane. Pulling the startled blonde up against her back, chin pressed against Johansson's shoulder, Scarlett suddenly drops to her butt, executing a Stunner that violently snaps Hough's head back. With a loud grunt, Julianne collapses in a heap to the carpet, glazed eyes struggling to focus. With her own last fading dregs of strength, Scarlett shoves Julianne onto her back, then climbs atop her. While her hands pin down Hough's arms to the floor, her feet press against her opponent's inner legs, grapevining them wide. Johansson then drops her torso down, her size 36 breasts, enveloping the face of Hough. The sweat soaking the skin of both beauties helps form an airtight seal, cutting off virtually all oxygen to Julianne, whose muffled cries betray her panic. Hough squirms desperately beneath her resurgent adversary, but to no avail.
Although she managed to hold out longer than most would have expected, inevitably Julianne's body goes limp and ceases to move, signaling that she has succumbed to unconsciousness. Utterly spent herself, it's all that Scarlett can do to just roll off of her beaten foe. They both lay there side by side, chests heaving as each gulps in precious air. But the hard-won, seeming impossible to achieve victory was Scarlett's alone.
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THE FINAL MINUTE OF MAYHEM
Join us for the last sixty seconds of tumultuous battles between brawling beauties!
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Fight fire with fire, the old maxim goes. But in the case of Alyson Stoner, the best way to beat Miley Cyrus is dousing that fire with water.
In battle, Miley is pure fury, all frenzied rage. She overwhelms opponents with a brawling style that's pure chaos, impossible to predict or plan against. Alyson, on the other hand, is known to be focused and poised in her fights, sticking with her strategy no matter what. Both beauties have a habit of winning more matches than they lose.
It was a fervent topic of speculation leading up to the match as to which style would prevail. And in truth, throughout much of the fight Miley was in clear command, mauling her adversary ruthlessly. Nevertheless, Alyson withstood the onslaught, and when Cyrus had finally exhausted herself, Stoner made her move.
Having snared Miley in a cobra clutch, Alyson tightened the pressure. Cyrus gasped and gurgled, squirming in her adversary's grasp as panic raced across her face. Her struggles dwindled...until finally they ceased, signaling that she was unconscious.
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"NOOOOOOOOOO! NEVER!!!"
So rasped Selena in response to Dakota's demand that she submit. But the blonde wasn't perturbed by her opponent's refusal; rather, she gave a crooked smile, happy that she would get to inflict more punishment on her.
Fanning sat back further on Gomez's back, yanking the Latina's legs back with her, drawing more howls of agonized protest from her victim. Selena's hands tugged at her own hair, trying to counter the pain searing her spine, but to little avail. Tears welled in her eyes, but still she refused to give up.
Looking to prompt her adversary to reevaluate her stubborness, Dakota continues to pull her legs back, but also takes advantage of the fact that Gomez's foot is so tantalizingly close. Without warning, Fanning bites her teeth down on her rival's toes. '"YOUFUCKINGBITCHSTOPIT!!!" blurts out as a single exclamation from the embattled brunette. Followed moments later by "¡NO LO SOPORTO MÁS! STOP! I QUIT! LET ME GO!"
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Sitting on Max's back, Penny pulled the brunette's arms up over her bent knees. But rather than cup her hands under her victim's chin in order to yank her head back for a camel clutch, the blonde impishly slips her index fingers into the corners of the New Yorker's mouth, stretching her mouth wide in a cruel rictus. "Smile pretty for the nice people" the California doll says as Max groans in discomfort.
It had been, us always, a brutal brawl between the two arch-nemeses. But for the past few minutes its been Penny in command, and she's making the most of her dominance. She pulls her finger's from her foe's mouth, but she isn't being kind; instead, the blonde sticks two fingers into Max's nostrils and pulls her head up that way, causing the East Coast beauty to howl in pain and frustration.
Penny's inclination is to continue to abuse her rival this way, but she knows from bitter experience that Max has an aggrivating talent for turning the tide her way, and not wanting to give her opponent the chance, the blonde now uses her hands to pinch shut the New Yorker's nose and cover her mouth, smothering her.
Max squirms frantically beneath her oppressor, but is unable to break free. Then, her movements rapidly grow sluggish until they cease altogether and her eyes shut. For all intents and purposes, she appears unconscious,
But Penny isn't about to be fooled...she's fought this bitch too many times to fall for her tricks. "Nice try, buttecup...but I know you've got a big ol' pair of lungs." Max's fury-filled eyes snap open and she again thrashes, incensed that her attempt at playing possum failed. But now she knows she's in real trouble, as the last of air she had managed to suck in fades away. And now as her eyelids flutter shut, it becomes clear that this time she is indeed knocked out, and defeated.
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MORE OF THE FINAL MINUTE OF MAYHEM!
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The spectacle would be almost comical, if it weren't so gravely serious...at least for Emma. Reeling from a barrage of slaps by Kristen, the British lass was too stupefied as her nemesis picked up Watson's previously stripped bikini bottoms, and from behind she pull the garment down over Emma's head, tying it off with a tight knot. Now blindfolded by her own togs, the nude Watson whines as her fingers fruitlessly tug at the fabric, desperately trying to regain her addled wits as well as remove the improvised hood. The equally naked Stewart can't hold back her peels of laughter at the pathetic sight of her rival; Watson angrily throws a few wild punches toward the sound of her tormentor's jeers, but misses.
But Kristen doesn't miss with a punch to her opponent's belly that sinks deep, Emma's body folding around the fist as she gives a great whoosh of air from the oxygen hammered out of her lungs. Doubled over and gasping sorely for breath, Watson is able to offer no resistance as her hated for tucks her head between the American's thighs, and Stewart wraps her arms around her adversary's waist. With a grunt, Kristen hoists Emma upside down, holding her vertically for several long moments, as the panicked Brit whimpers, "No...please...don't!" Finally the Yank drops to her read end to deliver a senses-shattered piledriver. The English beauty is unconscious before her limp body can flop to the carpeted floor.
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The spectators were awe-struck as they watched Holmes apply her intricate submission hold, the Katie Clutch. With the dazed Tyra flat on her face, her opponent stood astraddle over her hips; crouching down, Holmes grabbed her adversary's ankles and bent her legs back at the knees, tucking Tyra's feet under her arms for what appeared to be a reverse Boston Crab. The long legs of Banks now secured, Katie reaches forward and grabs her foe's long, luxurious hair, painfully yanking her head back. The searing pain to her scalp and spine snap Tyra from her stupor, but for no avail, as she finds herself utterly trapped in the agonizing hold. Her pride keeps her from submitting for nearly ten full seconds, but even after she does shriek out her surrender, Holmes declines to release her, instead rocking front and back to increase the pressure on her victim's tortured spine, all the while the brunette wearing a smug smirk. Tears run down Tyra's face, streaking her makeup as she begs and pleads for release. Finally, bored with her toy, Katie rises up and struts away, not even bothering to accept the congratulations of the assembled spectators. Somehow, for all of her arrogance and aloofness, she fascinates them all even more.
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Penny staggers backward from the force of Max's roundhouse punch to her jaw, the blonde's eyes glassy as she struggles to regain her wits. Finding herself at the wall she leans against it. Meanwhile, the brunette has gone to the far side of the penthouse room. There, she sizes up the woman opposite her (like her now clad only in a black thong), pads at the floor like a bull about to charge, and then does that very thing; the New Yorker races across the room, and just as she approaches her target, her feet lift up off of the floor and she delivers a body splash with such impact that the sound of wet flesh slamming together reverberates throughout the room, matches by Penny's loud wail of pain.
Max steps back and aside, smirking as the punchdrunk blonde stumbles forward a dozen or so paces, moving mostly on instinct with no clear conception of where she's going or why. She then halts, sways a bit, and with a groan falls with a thud on her butt. The brunette struts over to her and cups her breasts with her hands, lifting them up as she taunts her opponent. "You're no match for these wrecking balls, cupcake!" With her foot she contemptuously shoves the battered California doll flat on her back. The dark tressed beauty then showers further scorn on her arch-nemesis by pressing the sole of her foot to Penny's windpipe, choking her. The blonde's feet kick furiously at the floor and her hands clutch at the foot that strangles her, but to no avail. Basking in her impending triumph, Max runs her hands through her hair and then flexes her arms in a victory pose, as Penny's movements grow sluggish, until at last the L.A. girl is left semi-conscious and in defeat.
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Olivia Holt and Kelli Berglund vs Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdale
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Ashley and Vanessa watched the interview a second time, just to make sure they didn't misshear anything. "Honestly, the previous generation of Disney stars were horrible. Like, take Ashley Tisdale for instance. She is prancing around, posing halfnaked on the cover of Maxim magazine. We get it Ashley, you own a bikini. I just can't believe how some people can be so shameless." Olivia shakes her head in disapproval, "I just can't even."
"What about you, Miss Berglund? Any thoughts on the state of Disney actresses now compared to previous generations?" The interviewer turns the camera toward Kelli. "Well..." The brunette hesitates, "I believe that we are portraying a more... wholesome image."
"Any examples come to mind?" The interviewer eggs on, hoping for some juicy drama. "No one is perfect, but I think Vanessa Hudgens could have, perhaps, set a better example for young women. Starring in that Spring Breakers movie didn't really help empower the women's movement."
"Any parting words?" The interviewer zooms out, capturing both women. "I'm just glad that "stars" like Ashley are a thing of the past. Neither Ashley nor Vanessa deserve to be mentioned to the media again. Their time is over and our time is now." Olivia smirks as Kelli shifts nervously.
Flash forward 2 weeks later and the team of "Vashley" make a return, after a long hiatus, to the catfighting circuit. Their first match is, of course, against "Kelivia". The return of Vashley draws a sold out crowd to the Los Angeles stadium.
As soon as Olivia looks into Ashley's eyes all of her smugness dissipates and the frightened diva makes a beeline for the exit . "Oh no you don't! You're all mine." Ashley snarls, sprinting after the fleeing 20-year-old, latching onto Olivia's hair and ripping her back to the mat. "Looks like its just me and you, Kels," Vanessa grins before drilling Berglund with a knee to the sternum, doubling the brunette over. The only question on everyone's mind: How long until Olivia and Kelli are stripped naked and begging for mercy?
The answer: 2 minutes. Olivia's face, once flawless and blemish-free, currently resembles a road map from the trails of mascara streaking across her face. Olivia pathetically sobs into the mat, her young, firm body writhing in agony. Vanessa has placed Kelli in a single leg Boston Crab, her left arm wrenching back on Berglunds leg, her free hand alternating between spanking the 23-year-old and fingering her exposed cxnt. Unable to take the pain, nor the stimulation, anymore Kelli releases in ecstacy before passing out. Vanessa stands up, kicks Kelli over, and proceeds to funger-fuck the comatose Disney starlet into several more mat-drenching orgasms.
Olivia scoots bacwards, her palms and feet awkwardly propelling her away from an advancing Ashley. Olivia whimpers as her bare back hits the turnbuckle. "End of the line, sweetie," Ashley grins. All of Holt's pleas for mercy are ignored as Ashley peels off her panties, revealing her smooth, bare cxnt, "If I'm a whore I may as well act like it," Ashley winks; leaping up, spreading her legs, and shoving her vagina against Holt's trembling lips. "Now, eat or I will make sure that you will walk bowlegged for a month," Tisdale purrs as Olivia's tongue coercively plunges between her folds and laps up her juices.
After several minutes of erotic face-fucking, Ashley releases, smearing Olivia's face with her sticky, translucent fluids. Ashley teeters on post-coital legs and slides her panties back on, "Not bad, we'll make a slut out of you yet," Tisdale ruffles Holt's hair playfully. "Oh, by the way, you're time is up," Ashley rips Olivia to her feet and punts the Disney diva, her foot smacking against Holt's exposed vagina with a fleshy CLAP!
As Olivia doubles over, Tisdale delivers a devastating implant DDT, bouncing her rival's skull off the mat. Vashley leave Kelivia in the ring. Kelli lay on her back, spread-eagled and unconscious. Olivia remains in the same position the DDT left in. Her face is pressed against the sweat-soaked canvas and her bare ass juts toward the rafters. Cameras flash like strobe lights and soon the images of Kelli and Olivia laying naked inside the ring, with shreds of ripped and tattered clothing littering the canvas like confetti, becomes an overnight viral internet sensation.
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^Spectacular stuff, jdo90! One of my favorite pieces I've read on here lately and you got the match up/result spot on! Complete domination by the older Disney generation :D
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Olivia Holt and Peyton List vs Bella Thorne
Anytime Olivia Holt and Peyton List were together, practical jokes and cruel pranks were sure to ensue and Bella Thorne would soon learn that no one, not even friends, were safe from Holt's trickery. The 3 young ladies were enjoying a fun-filled night on Thorne's private yacht, drinking fruity Cosmos and snapping flirty selfies, when Olivia asked to take a pic with Bella and Peyton. Peyton and Olivia shared a quick glance before Olivia took the first picture.
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"That was cute, but we can do better. Alright ladies, this one's for the gram!" Holt grins, and as she snaps a second pictue, Olivia and Peyton yank down the top of Bella's dress, flashing her tits. "You fucking bitches!" Bella shrieks, the fabric of her dress torn, "You better NOT send that to anyone!"
"Calm down, it's just a joke. I promise to not send it to anyone." Olivia giggles, typing away on her touchscreen. Suddenly Bella hears her iPhone ring. She unlocks the screen and reads the notification, "Olivia Holt tagged you" Thorne gasps in shock as she stares at the photo. There, for all of Instagram to see, was Olivia and Peyton, beaming ear-to-ear, yanking down the top of Bella's dress, her pale tits completely exposed. Bella drops her phone, seeing red.
"That's not cool. You didn't tell me you were going to actually post... Crack! Peyton collapses onto the wooden floor of the yacht, courtesy of a right hook from Bella. Her face burning red, the fiery redhead set her sights on Olivia. Holt looks down at an unconscious Peyton back up to an advancing Bella. "Bella, calm down, it was just a joke. I'll dele.... Wham!" Bella knocks Holt's phone out of her hand and onto the hardwood floor, where the glass screen cracks on impact and slips off the edge of the yacht, splashing into the ocean.
Olivia backpedals, waving her hands in mercy. Bella easily grips the collar of Holt's black dress and yanks her forward. The pale redhead drills her knee into Olivia's sternum, doubling the blonde over, and scoops her "friend" onto her shoulders before brutally slamming Olivia onto the hardwood floor with a devastating powerbomb.
Bella hears Peyton begin to stir and quickly fixes the blonde's state of consciousness with a well-placed punt to the temple. Not wasting any time, the leggy redhead strips off Peyton's black top and matching pants before whipping off the slumbering blonde's black bra. Bella tosses the discarded top and pants to the waters below. Kicking List onto her stomach, Thorne hogties her with her own bra.
"Now, what to do with the brains of the operation," Bella spits down at Olivia. Bella's lips suddenly curl in a grin. Soon the hardwood floor of Bella's yacht is strewn eith strips of Olivia's tattered dress. Once Olivia is rendered completely nude, Bella props Holt on her knees, and asks the man sailing the yacht to lend a hand. As instructed the gruffy Captain holds Olivia upright while Bella lhikes up gee dress, revealing her pale, toned, thong-clad ass. The Captain releases Olivia and, as she collapses forward, Thorne backs up, forcing Holt's face to rest against her bare ass cheek.
The captain grabs Bella's phone and snaps picture after picture. Bella eventually poses so Holt is pressing her face into Thorne's panty-clad crotch. For every picture, Bella switches up her exression from menacing, to happy, to shocked. Olivia's expression, however, remains the same throughout the impromotu photo session. Her eyes closed, her mouth agape. The only change for Olivia is, of course the placement of her lips.
Once Thorne is satisfied she hotties Olivia with her discarded bra and shoves the conquered blonde's panties in between her parted lips. Hauling the beaten blonde's trusses up bodies into a life boat, Bella orders the captain to drop the small raft into the ocean, allowing the current to wash the two skanks onto the crowded, Los Angeles shoreline.
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Back to back great stories. Love seeing the younger Disney generation get destroyed. Would love to read a full story of these.
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Maizenblue, thank you gor the kind words and a full story is the plan. Im going to expand on these shorter stories in a full length story.
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I’ve been a big fan of this thread since it first started, I have enjoyed every story and check back regularly hoping for a new one. I’ve never considered myself much of a writer but with some much potential content flowing through my head I decided to give it a try. Now, I have even more respect for all you writers, it is not easy turning thoughts into a coherent story! That said, I hope guys enjoy this and feel free to offer up tips/advice.
Jessica Alba vs Margot Robbie
The fight began after Jessica felt like Margot was getting too friendly with her husband, Cash, at a mutual friend’s party. Alba went after her rival with confidence, wanting to show the younger actress and everyone left at the party she could still fight. Unfortunately for her, Robbie was quicker, stronger and more skilled than her and quickly took control of the fight, looking to make a statement as well.
Seemingly able to land a punch anywhere she wanted at any time, Margot pummeled Alba around the room with punch after punch to Jessica’s face and belly. After a few minutes of one the sided beating, Margot connected with a vicious knee to Jessica’s perfect abs that doubled her over, and eventually dropping her to the ground. Out of breath and beaten, Jessica lays on the floor desperately trying to catch her breath.
Alba was just getting to her hands and knees when she was hauled to her wobbly legs by her hair. Robbie, hands in Jessica’s hair, throws her against the nearest wall, head first with a sickening thud. Barely conscious, Jessica manages to roll over to her back, and with a soft moan raises her hands, pleading for mercy. Margot, with a sly grin on her face, kneels down next to the beaten form of Alba. “I’m going to knock you out and then do things to your husband he’ll never forget” she whispers softly as she straddles her, trapping Jessica’s arms at her side. “nighty night” Margot says as she covers Alba’s mouth and nose with her hands. Jessica’s wide eyes look up at her tormentor humiliated and defeated. Her weak squirms only lasting a few brief moments before she is rendered unconscious. Margot stands up, looks down at her handy work and walks out with Cash.
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Terrific work! I'd love to see more form you, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. :)
I’ve been a big fan of this thread since it first started, I have enjoyed every story and check back regularly hoping for a new one. I’ve never considered myself much of a writer but with some much potential content flowing through my head I decided to give it a try. Now, I have even more respect for all you writers, it is not easy turning thoughts into a coherent story! That said, I hope guys enjoy this and feel free to offer up tips/advice.
Jessica Alba vs Margot Robbie
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Thank you sir! I have admired your work for years!
Terrific work! I'd love to see more form you, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. :)
I’ve been a big fan of this thread since it first started, I have enjoyed every story and check back regularly hoping for a new one. I’ve never considered myself much of a writer but with some much potential content flowing through my head I decided to give it a try. Now, I have even more respect for all you writers, it is not easy turning thoughts into a coherent story! That said, I hope guys enjoy this and feel free to offer up tips/advice.
Jessica Alba vs Margot Robbie
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Great work Nicole! I’d like to see Sarah on the wrong end of some more fights!
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Bella Thorne vs Chloe Grace Moretz
The two young starlets had not liked each other for some time, so when they both showed up at the same beach, a fight was all but certain. Chloe used her quickness and skill to quickly gain control of the fight early, and after landing a barrage of punches, she watched as Bella fell in a daze, to her but on the hot sand.
Chloe wanting to end the fight quickly, followed Thorne, pushing the bigger actress down to her back and sitting on her midsection. Moretz began raining punches down on her rival but Bella was able to get her arms up to block and deflect them, avoiding further damage. Thorne then lifted her knee and pounded it between Chloe’s legs. Moretz, unable to make a sound, slowly fell off Bella and balled up in a fetal position, massaging her aching womanhood.
Bella stands up and begins to brush the sand off her as she stares down at Chloe, planning her revenge for the beating she took. Using her foot to roll Moretz on to her stomach, Thorne sits on her back, grabs Chloe’s arms and locks in a deep camel clutch. One had in her rival’s sweaty hair, Bella leans back with all of her weight, bending Moretz to an unnatural U shape. Chloe, after only a few seconds, began to scream out in defeat and begging Bella to release her. Thorne kept the hold in place for a few moments and then let Chloe’s arms fall off her knees, keeping a firm hold of her hair. She held Chloe’s head up for all of the onlookers to see she was the clear victor and then slammed it into the sand. Once, twice and then a third vicious slam and Chloe was gone. Bella lifted Moretz’s head up once more, her eyes closed and mouth open with sand stuck to her face, she was completely unconscious. Thorne, satisfied with her work, stands up using Chloe’s head as a prop, and walks away with a confident strut.
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Bella is a BEAST. :o
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Bella Thorne vs Chloe Grace Moretz
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Simply magnificent. Truly.
Scarlett Johansson VS Michelle Trachtenberg
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Scarlett Johansson vs Dakota Blue Richards is a busty dream match lol
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Scarlett Johansson VS Michelle Trachtenberg
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Awesome story Nicole S.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Dakota Blue Richards is a busty dream match lol
oh yeah I could go for that
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Lindsay Lohan vs Natalie Portman
The small group of on lookers were shocked as they watched the beautiful Natalie Portman being dominated by the bigger actress. From the beginning of the fight, Lohan used her size and weight to push the smaller Portman around and now she was laying on top of her, with her plentiful breast covering poor Natalie’s face. All you could see is two little legs kicking from underneath and the top of Portman’s head, where Lindsay was holding it in place by her hair, occasionally hearing a muffled whimper.
Soon, Portman’s movements slowed but before she passed out, Lindsay lifted off of her allowing her some much needed air. Knowing she had beaten the fight out of Natalie, she decided to have a little fun with her prey and dangled her boobs just above her face. Swinging them from side to side, she began smacking the helpless Portman in the face. Natalie, utterly embarrassed but defiant was able to sink her teeth into a passing breast causing Lindsay to scream and lift herself out of harms way. “You little cxnt! You bit me! Things are going to be so much worse for you now!” Lindsay screamed down at her trapped victim. “Do your worse you fat bitch!” Natalie said knowing she couldn’t break free from the heavier Lohan.
Lindsay with a look of pure evil and a sly grin glares down at Natalie retorts “ok” and drops her chest on Natalie’s face hard, causing a double shot of pain. First the heavy impact of her bountiful breasts to the face and then the back of Portman’s head to the ground. Lindsay lifts up and quickly drops down hard again and then again for a third time. Lindsay holds herself up and looks down at the stunned Portman “had enough little girl?” When Natalie doesn’t respond, Lohan drops down three more times, each causing a gasp from the crowd. Lindsay stops again and asks again “Had enough now?”, this Natalie responds with a quiet “yes, please stop”.
Lindsay being Lindsay, was quite satisfied with herself but not done with Portman just yet. She stands up, looking down at the barely conscious actress and begins to strip her of her clothes. Natalie, unable to put up any kind of resistance, soon found herself naked and even more embarrassed and humiliated. Lohan with an evil “HA!” She reached down smacked at Natalie’s much smaller breasts. “You call those things boobs?” Lindsay teased. Natalie weakly swatted at Lohan’s arms but soon found herself trapped again under the weight of her tormenter. “Ok honey, I’m getting bored with you. Nighty night little girl” as she drops down her breasts again onto Portman, only this time she leaves them there until Natalie stops moving, which does not take long. Standing up, as one last act of humiliation to the Oscar winner, Lindsay bends down and grabs Natalie by her hair, lifts her up and allows the small audience to take pictures of her victory pose. Natalie’s eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open as she hung lifelessly by her hair. Lindsay unceremoniously drops Natalie to the floor and walks away.
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Sorry guys ... I cannot figure out how to attach actual pictures so, I use links. Assuming it has something to do with using my phone and not a CPU
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Mira Sorvino vs Asia Argento
Mira was sitting in Asia’s lap. The sexy Italian was propped up in one corner of the wrestling ring, her limp arms resting on the bottom ropes. The American took her time, measuring up her shots, before launching right and left crosses into Argento’s chin. The dazed Asia was in real trouble. Mira’s punches, not overly powerful, but slow and steady rained down on her relentlessly and Argento seemingly could not do anything to stop the rain.
No one could have predicted this tableau prior to the fight. Asia was well known as a scrapper in a wrestling ring, a hellcat who would casually break rules and brutally beat down on her opponents when she got the advantage. Mira was taller, and possibly stronger, but she was also seen as awkward in the ring and too nice to be an effective fighter, she lacked the killer instinct. Or at least that’s what people said.
The early moments of the fight seemed to bear this out. After tying up in the middle of the ring, Asia pulled in Mira close and fired a knee deep into Mira’s cxnt. The devastating blow brought the American to her knees. For the next 10 minutes or so, Asia unleashed a vicious beating on Mira, targeting Sorvino’s cxnt over and over with kicks, stomps and knees
A turning point came when a desperate Mira, seeking relief, rolled herself outside the ring. Asia aggressively chased after the American but Sorvino grabbed a mop from a nearby bucket and swinging as hard as she could snapped the mop handle over Asia’s head, breaking the handle in two.
The brutal blow immediately dropped the Italian to all fours and changed the momentum of the fight. Mira then grabbed Asia by a handful of hair and ran Argento’s head as hard as she could into the ringside steel steps. Asia’s head made a sickening sound as it hit the metal and she crumpled into a limp ball.
Conscious that the ref was in the process of counting them out, Mira moved to roll Asia back into the ring but not before launching a vicious kick into Argento’s pussy. Asia’s cried out before curling into a ball. Her eyebrows arched in pain before she closed her eyes tightly.
“Ha! How do you like getting kicked down there, cxnt?” raged Mira.
Asia didn’t like it at all but there was not much she could do about it.
Grabbing Argento by the hair again, Mira lifted her up to her wobbly legs and rolled her back into the ring. Mira followed suit.
Sorvino then grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up to a seating position. Mira got onto her knees as well and positioned herself in front of Asia and started pounding punches into Argento’s belly. The gut shots came one after another, drilling into Asia’s sexy belly and driving all the air out of her. Asia was too dazed to resist and Mira had free rein to punch away. Finally Mira capped it off with an uppercut that exploded into Asia’s chin and laid her out so she was lying prone on her back.
Mira crawled over her rival and placed her hands over Asia’s belly. Mira then pressed down onto Argento’s tummy – up and down, up and down, pressing down as hard as she could before relenting, then repeating. The effect was kind of like a Heimlich maneuver. Every time Mira pressed down, oxygen was squeezed out of Asia. Gradually Asia’s breathing got more and more labored and her breath became sickeningly wheezy. Asia’s eyes were pleading, her mouth open, her arms at her side unable to fend off the American, as this slow motion torture continued. Mira, on the other hand, was beaming at the effectiveness of the hold and the pain she was bringing to the Italian vixen.
Finally, after a few more (long minutes) of this, Mira grabbed Asia by the armpits, lifted her up and dragged her into the corner. The hapless Asia dropped down into a sitting position before Mira sat in her lap and started firing off punches into Asia’s chin…which is where we came in.
After several dozen right and left crosses, Asia was thoroughly out of it. After every punch her head would swivel before coming back to a rest and leaving her a sitting duck as Mira lined up another shot. After several minutes of this, Asia’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and drool startied dribbling out of one corner of her sexy lips.
Mira was thoroughly enjoying herself.
She leaned over and whispered into the ear of the beaten Argento…
“You’re a complete disgrace to the Me Too movement, you whore. You discredited all of us with your disgusting predatory behavior. Now you’re going to pay for all the people you’ve hurt.”
Then Mira pulled back her arm and lined up yet another punch. Asia’s night was far from over and the “good girl” was going to make sure there was no doubt about who the better fighter was.
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Lia Marie Johnson vs Madison Iseman
Lia was unrelenting in the beating she was handing to her smaller rival. The cute, lithe Madison was being destroyed in front of her friends after she accidentally bumped into Johnson, causing her to spill her drink on a brand new dress, that she loved. Although Iseman immediately apologized to Lia and offered to get her a new drink, Johnson was already furious and demanded Madison buy her a new dress. Iseman, not wanting to back down and figured no one would let a fight actually break out, quickly dismissed the angry actress. “No problem Lia. I’ll tell you what, I’ll actually help you pick out something so you don’t have to look so slutty, all the time”. Johnson took a stepped in closer to Madison and looked down at her, and said coldly “I like your dress, maybe I’ll just take it from you”. The threat sent shivers down Iseman’s spine as no one was coming in between them.
Madison was unable to stop anything and was completely at the bigger blonde’s mercy as Lia connected with punch after punch to the poor girl’s face. Iseman raised both her arms up to protect her face but left her body exposed, Johnson took advantage with a gut put that looked like it almost went completely through Madison’s little midsection as her body folded in half. A pained groan escapes from the girl’s lungs as the air is knocked out of her, she then dropped to her knees holding her hurting belly. Lia takes hold of Madison’s hair and forces her to look up at her, the little girl looks up scared and desperate begs for someone to help her. “Someone help me! Please!” Madison screams hoping someone would step in but no one did. “I think they are enjoying the show Maddi and I think we should give them what they want!” Lia said with a cool smile. “I’m sorry Lia. Please let me go and I’ll pay for a new dress, I’ll pay for ten new dresses, just please stop.” Madison pleads but Lia replies with a simple “Too late” and knocks her out with a vicious punch to her face.
Madison wakes up a little while later and through dazed eyes, sees Lia sitting across the room, talking and drinking, enjoying the party . Someone she talking to points across the room to Iseman, alerting her that she had waken up. Johnson stands up and walks towards Madison, “Good morning sleepy head” she teased, doing a pirouette as she crosses the room “thank you for my new dress.” Iseman, now realizing that she was robbed of her dress, was nearly naked with only only g-string panties on since she was not wearing a bra, was doing her best to cover herself up. “It’s a little small for me but I still look much better in it than you did.” Lia says as she adjust the extremely tight dress around her lovely curves. She reaches down and picks Madison up by her hair, allowing the crowd to examine the sexy little girl’s body, “Now, I suggest you leave before I change my mind and have some more fun with you.” Madison does not need to be told twice and runs out of the party, still using her arm as bra, completely embarrassed listening to the laughter behind her.
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Well ... I got the writing bug apparently. Hope you guys enjoy them. I’ll try and get the other three I’ve finished up soon.
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Miley Cyrus ( 25 - 5’5” 106lbs) vs Nina Dobrev ( 29 - 5’7” 123lbs)
Nina was terrified of her current predicament. She had underestimated her smaller rival and found herself at the mercy of Miley Cyrus, of all people. Trapped by the singer in a body scissor and full Nelson combination, all Nina could do is whimper as she could feel her body being crushed by Miley’s strong legs. Cyrus, having a little fun at Dobrev’s expense, would loosen her legs momentarily, only to tighten them again eliciting a new gasp or whimper from her victim.
Miley, confident that she had squeezed the fight out of Nina, releases the full nelson, and grabs a hold of the actress’ hair. She then quickly maneuvers her body so that she is sitting on Dobrev’s midsection with a hand still in her hair. She lifts Nina’s head off the floor and lowers hers “What’s wrong Nina? No more shit to talk?” Miley says quietly. “Did you really think you were that much better than me?” Miley continues as she lightly slaps Nina’s face with her free hand. “Fuck you Miley! I will ...” but before she could finish, Miley slammed the back of Dobrev’s head to the floor with an audible smack. “What’s that Nina?” Miley’s asks with a smile as she watches the expression on Dobrev’s face quickly changed from furious to daze and frightened. She pulls Nina’s head up again and leans in close to her and softy asks “Did I interrupted you?” She then licked the side of her face and slammed the dazed girl’s head down again, nearly knocking her out cold.
The younger singer stood up, knowing Dobrev was not going anywhere anytime soon, straighten out her clothes and walked over to her drink, to take a quick sip. She returned to the still downed actress and pulls her to her feet by her hair. Miley feeling vindictive, drops to her knee and throws a vicious punch between Nina’s legs. Dobrev lets out quiet gasp, grabs her aching womanhood and drops back down to the floor. “Ooooh! That HAD to hurt!” Miley teases and she watches Nina squirming on the floor in pain. Cyrus bends down and leans in close to Nina “I thought you were supposed to be tough. Guess what? You ain’t shit!” Miley wraps her toned legs around her older rival’s head, pulling her nose as close to her crotch as possible and squeezes her thighs as tight with all her might. Dobrev, with a pained look on her face, frantically scratches at Miley’s legs, hoping to find a way to break the hold. Nina’s face turned a bright red as she was simultaneously having her head crushed and air supply cut off by the devastating move. Soon Nina stopped moving and was left knocked out between her younger rival’s dominant legs. Miley lifted her top leg, grabbed Dobrev’s head by the hair and then dropped it to the floor, with a thud. “That was fun! We should do it again, sometime soon!” Miley said as she playfully slapped Nina’s face, she stands up and leaves the beaten girl, with a confident smile.
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Would love to read the Miley Nina fight as a full story one sided domination.
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Dove Cameron (22 - 5’2” 115lbs) vs Mila Kunis (35 - 5’4” 115lbs)
Many were surprised when they heard Dove was willing to take on the veteran Kunis. Not only was she giving up height and weight, she was also much less experienced than her brunette rival. Once the fight started however, many were surprised again when Cameron was holding her own, including Mila who assumed the younger actress would be a cake walk. The combatants traded blows for much of the fight with neither fighter able to take control, both girls were taking as much damage as they were dishing, but as the fight wore on the older actress began to tire and the power behind her punches suffered.
The bloodied but still gorgeous Mila, now had a look of concern on her face as the younger Dove, although battered from the many exchanges throughout the fight as well, was still pressing and wearing her down. Kunis, hoping to regain the momentum, tackled Dove to the ground, looking to use her years of wrestling experience to overcome the youngster’s energy. Mila and Dove rolled around on the ground as Kunis attempted to put the blond actress in a number of different holds and punisher her. Again, Cameron surprised Mila and expertly blocked the maneuvers, managing to gain separation and stands back up. Mila, not looking to box Cameron anymore, gets to her feet and immediately attempts another takedown. Dove is expecting it this time and uses Kunis’ momentum to roughly throw her to the ground. Watching as the older actress gets up she can see she is hurting and getting tired. “What’s wrong Mila? Getting tired?” Dove teases as she closes the gap between them. Mila, throws a wild right that Dove easily dodges, with a bright smile on her face, taunting Kunis. Mila takes a step forward and throws another haymaker that Cameron easily ducks under, only this time she counters with an uppercut that connects square on Mila’s chin. Kunis is rocked and the crowd gasped as her legs buckle and she stumbles backwards. Dove follows with a series of unanswered punches to her dazed rival’s face that sent her to the floor and all but finished.
The beautiful blond struts around the downed Kunis, taking in the admiration of the crowd. Mila, with a badly battered face and wounded pride, is pulled up to her feet by her hair by her young tormentor. Kunis, offering no resistance is pounded again by a barrage of punches from Dove and again falls to the floor a bloody mess. Mila, barely conscious pleads “Please stop Dove.” as tears begin to roll down her bruised and puffy cheeks. Dove not wanting to permanently damage the aging actress agrees “OK Mila, I’ll stop.” she says as she kneels next to the destroyed Kunis. “But I need you to do something first” she continued as she starts to pull down her yoga pants, exposing her perfect little butt . “You have to kiss my ass.” She positions herself over Mila, “kiss my ass Mila or else”. Kunis looks up, terrified of both scenarios but complies and kisses Dove’s bare ass, hoping her humiliation was over. “Good girl but but .... not good enough.” Dove then sits on the objecting Mila’s face and grabs her hair to hold her head in place. Mila doesn’t last long as the lack of air quickly takes its toll, her movements soon slow and then come to a stop, she is rendered unconscious. Dove stands up, pulls up her pants and places her foot on the slumbering girl’s face.
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Thanks to Viking for the matchup and story idea!
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Jessica Alba (37 - 5’7” 124lbs) vs Charlize Theron ( 43 - 5’10” 122)
Charlize was taking great joy in dismantling the younger Alba. Jessica had foolishly challenged the tall blonde, after a debate on whose legs were stronger. The sexy brunette was never one to back down from a challenge, quickly found herself in trouble. Charlize using her long legs to wear down and punish Jessica, now had her trapped against wall and was delivering knee, after gut crushing knee, to Alba’s sexy abs. Jessica desperately tried to protect her body but Theron was just too strong and after the forth or fifth knee found its mark, Alba was in serious trouble and fell to her hands and knees.
Charlize, had no plan to show mercy to her once cocky rival, grabbed the aching Alba by the hair and wrapped her legs around her head in a standing head scissors. Not really applying pressure yet, she asks “who has the stronger legs Jessica?” “Fuck you bitch” Alba replied despite her terrible predicament. Charlize, again having a great time, squeezes Jessica’s head with her powerful legs causing Alba to scream out in pain. Theron loosened her legs and asks again “Who has the stronger legs little girl?” but this time she gets no response from the hurting Alba and tightens her legs again. Alba screams out again as her head is being crushed but this time Theron keeps her grip for longer, causing Jessica to scratch and pull at the legs but to no avail. Hand still in the downed girl’s hair, Charlize again loosens her legs and gives Alba another chance. “Tell everyone who has the stronger lags Jess or thing are going to end badly for you” Charlize demanded, as she jerked Jessica’s head around roughly. “You do Charlize” Jessica quietly admitted “you have the stronger le ..... “ but she fails to complete the sentence. Her jaw dropped and hands tightened on Theron’s legs as Charlize once again flexed her thighs and squeezed Jessica’s head. “Beg Jessica. Beg me to stop or I’m going to pop your head off” Charlize threatened, both hands now pulling at Jessica’s hair as her legs sucked the life out of Alba.
Jessica screams as loud as she could in her current position “AHHH! Please stop! You win! AHHH please Charlize! I quit!” but Theron wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. She continued to crush Alba’s head while pulling on the poor girl’s hair. All Jessica can do is let out an occasional whimper, knowing there’s nothing she can do to ease her pain. Soon enough, Jessica’s tight grip on Charlize’s legs loosened as her strength was evaporating. Soon her arms fell to the floor and the whimpers stopped, she was out. Theron, takes one hand out of the slumbering girl’s hair and raises it above her head, with a big smile. Her other hand still in Jessica’s hair, she loosens her legs and let Alba’s lifeless body dangle, holding the ultimate victory pose as pictures are taken. Charlize releases Alba’s hair, dropping her to the floor in a heap and struts away.
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Great stories! I love Jessica Alba stories!
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If you don’t know who Alexis is, you should definitely familiarize yourself with her. Incredibly hot!
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Kate Upton (26 - 5’10” 141lbs) vs Alexis Ren (21 - 5’8” 128lbs)
The confrontation started at a Sports Illustrated event, both girls looking hot in their little bikinis, began fighting when Alexis was overheard dissing the veteran model. Kate loved to hurt other models, and was having a particularly great time dismantling the ultra-arrogant Ren. Alexis, although a talented and upcoming fighter, had never been dominated in a fight like this, in her young career. Kate had controlled the fight from the very beginning, out punching her smaller rival to start and when they went to the ground wrestling, she used her weight advantage to punish the younger girl’s perfect body.
Alexis, bruised and beaten throughout the fight, remained ridiculously defiant despite the ass whooping she was taking, continued talking trash to the bigger Upton. “C’mon fat ass, is that all you got?” Alexis spatted after taking a punch to her face. “You’re only 26 and already you’re already washed up!”, Ren continued as she threw a series of punches back at Kate, only one of which connected but had little to no effect on the big blonde. Kate smiled at Alexis, she knew she had her where she wanted as she landed a couple of quick jabs to Ren’s beautiful but battered face. “Washed up huh?” Kate said sarcastically “Well how does it feel to be getting your ass kicked by an old” Kate lands a powerful right cross to Alexis’ face. “Washed up” a left connects that stunned Ren. Upton grabs her by her shoulders “has been” and delivers a brutal head butt to the smaller girl’s forehead opening a gash and causing her to fall to the floor.
Alexis, on her back with both hands holding her head, her amazing body on display as the tiny bikini left very little to the imagination, was a stunning sight. Her perfectly tanned form laid out on the floor as Kate stood over her, had all the men in the crowd in awe. Wanting to humiliate her young rival, Kate sat down heavily on Ren’s chest, causing the small girl to groan. Hands on her hips, looking down at the beaten girl Kate says “I’ll give you a closeup of this “washed up” body and see if you still think that when we’re done” she grabs Alexis’ arms, holds them above her head with one hand and drops her mammoth chest on the girl’s face, using her free hand to hold Ren’s head in place. You could hear muffled screams as Alexis kicked her legs but she wasn’t going anywhere. Her kicking slowed as the lack of breath begins to take its toll, so Kate lifted her chest and allowed her victim some much needed air. Alexis, face beet red, gasps heavily trying to fill her lungs with air but her reprieve would be short lived. Kate repeats her breast smother of the young model, again taking her to the brink of unconsciousness before lifting up again. This time Ren does not gasp, her head simply sways side to side with her glazed eyes wide open, in a dazed stupor. “Ohh Alexis, I sure hope you come looking for revenge, this has been too fun not to do again” Kate says with a big smile “but as they say, all good things come to an end.” With that, Kate still holding the trapped girl’s arms above her head, slides her body forward and sits on Alexis’ face. Upton’s free hand again in Ren’s hair, she begins gyrating her hips, rubbing her womanhood all over the poor girl’s face. As the pleasure begins to build, so does Kate’s pace, riding Alexis’ face faster and harder until she comes to a powerful climax. Upton stands up on week knees, Ren’s now slumbering face is covered in her rival’s juices, still manages to look amazing in total defeat. Kate, with one final act of humiliation, removes the ko’ed girl’s bikini bottoms, wipes herself up between her legs, bends down and shoved them in Ren’s mouth and said “how’s that for washed up?”
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Demi Lovato (26 - 5’3” 128lbs) vs Vanessa Hudgens (29 - 5’1” 110lbs)
Vanessa had fought valiantly against the bigger, stronger Lovato but as the fight wore on, the smaller actress was starting to succumb to the powerful blows from Demi. Vanessa, managing to connect with an equal amount, if not more shots to Demi, they just didn’t have the power behind them to hurt her.
Lovato, sensing her foe was starting wear down, began attacking Venessa’s body, hoping to wear her down further and take the fight out of the lithe girl. After a couple of solid blows to Hudgens midsection, she accomplished just that as Vanessa grunted and fell forward, catching herself on a nearby wall with her back to Demi. Lovato did not want to give the smaller girl a chance to catch her breath, followed Vanessa and turned her around, pushing her back against the wall. She grabbed Venessa’s shoulders with both hands and buried her knee deep into Venessa’s tight little belly drawing a painful “uff” from the hurt actress. Demi, repeats the attack two more times, then let’s the gasping, coughing girl drop to the floor on all fours. Lovato, again pressing her advantage, sends a kick into the down girls ribs, causing a fresh groan from Vanessa, who rolled over into a fetal position, holding her tortured body.
Demi watches as Hudgens writhes in pain at her feet, decides its about time to put an end to this fight. She drops down, and moves Vanessa so she is flat on her back and straddles her, pinning her arms at the same time. “What to do with you?” Demi says playfully as she wipes away sweaty hair plastered to Hudgens face. “Please Demi. You win. Please don’t hurt me anymore” Vanessa pleads looking up at Lovato with tears beginning to well in her eyes. “Maybe next time you’ll keep that little mouth of your shut? Maybe not talk shit about me behind my back?” Demi spats, reminding Vanessa she started all of this. “I won’t, I swear. Please just leave me alone.” Vanessa again wanting the fight to be over. “Good!” Demi exclaimed with a high pitch and begins to lift of off Vanessa but then decides to sit back down. “One more thing” Demi says with a dark tone “don’t ever make fun of people with addiction problems again. That’s really not cool” and she fires a powerful right hand into the trapped girls face, knocking her out cold.
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Okay, I've done something really terrible to all of you. For the past few weeks I've been sitting on some new writings from the legendary Walkin' Dude, but instead of immediately sharing them with the world, I just kept putting the posting of these off. I know, I know, it's unforgivable.
But I'm here to rectify this grave error now!
I love the concept of these: Blurbs for fantasy celeb fighting videos, just like you would find on a website or in a catalog. I don't know about you, but after reading these, I'd order each and every one of these matches! :D
TOOTH & NAIL AUTUMN, 2018 NEW RELEASES
T&N 1408: Technical Knockouts
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It’s a classic blonde versus brunette showdown as Emily meets Troian in a clash of Tooth & Nail’s most gifted submission specialists. The pace is quick and intense from the outset, with a stiff exchange of Headlocks that quickly gives way to Hammerlocks, Wristlocks, Neck Cranks and Scissors applied from every conceivable position and angle. Later on the ladies dig deep into a pro-style repertoire that includes Abdominal Stretches, Camel Clutches, Boston Crabs, Figure Four Leglocks, Dragon Sleepers and even a Romero Special! Of course this IS Tooth & Nail and each wrestler takes every opportunity to punish her opponent with numerous slaps, swats, pinches, rakes and claws applied to the most vulnerable areas. A particularly emphatic STF finally forces capitulation from one weary warrior after more than thirty minutes of hard wrestling, alas her suffering is not yet as over as she’s immediately bent over the victrix’s knee for no less than five minutes of the most hard-hearted spanking and wedgie torture ever filmed for T&N! In the end she’s left with scorched buns, watery eyes and a burning desire for vengeance. Who is victrix and who is victim? You’ll have to order TECHNICAL KNOCKOUTS for the answer!
T&N 1422: International Incident
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Still seething over her galling smother defeat in MUMMMMPPPGHHBAI! (T&N 1401) our ‘Ivory Tigress’ Troian gets her rematch with ‘Bollywood Bombshell’ Priyanka! Much like their first encounter, there’s nothing in the way of a feeling out process here, as both brunettes storm out of their corners with pain and punishment on their minds. Pree’s shorter and stronger, but Troi’s quicker and more technically sound, not that’s there’s much in the way of technical elegance in the way these two tear into one another. Oh, there might be a Headlock or clench from time to time, but savagery is the name of the game tonight, with hard hair pulling, stern slaps and white-knuckle claw-holds being used to great effect by both competitors. A slow but steady campaign of escalation against one fighter’s chest ultimately turns the tide in the favor of her tormentor, with the last ten minutes of action growing more and more lopsided until one formerly proud battler is reduced to plaintive wailing and writhing as her increasingly haughty adversary twists, tweases, pinches and plucks her way to a sobbing submission. A final Face Sit ends her suffering for the night, but is it Troian knotting the series or Priyanka extending her dominance? You’ll have to order INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT to learn the answer!
T&N 1435: ASSerting Dominance
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Fans of HAUGHTY HOTTIES and TROI’S REVENGE (T&N 1427 and TN 1428) know that there’s no badder blood in all of Tooth & Nail than that between Chloe and Troian. Humiliation and degradation have been the order of the day since their very first meeting when ‘Killer’ Chloe submitted her foe with a Double Leg Grapevine and refused to break it until poor Troi sobbed for mercy! The stakes were raised that much higher in the return match which ended with the Killer enduring a miserable ‘Walk of Shame’ after submitting to a Ringpost Figure Four Leglock! Now, with pride and a shot at Nina’s Middleweight Championship on the line, the bombastic brunettes have decided to settle their burgeoning grudge in a match where the winner can only be decided via Face Sit! With so much hanging in the balance it should come as no surprise that the wrestlers waste no time taking her opponent to the canvas for a little ‘cheek to cheek’ quality time. In fact, of the thirty-seven minute run time, almost twenty-five is spent with the combatants in quiet shrieking contemplation of her opponent’s glutes! This Callipygian Clash rages back and forth until the last few minutes, when a growing exhaustion and a creative use of the ropes leaves her unable to defend against a final breath-stealing Front Face Sit. Unfortunately for the loser she’s got three whole matches of pent-up aggression to endure, which in this case means an utterly merciless round of butt smothering delivered from every point on the compass. In the end she’s left with a smudged face and dashed dreams, while her hated adversary moves on to a shot at that champ! BUTT is Chloe or Troian crowned number one contender? You’ll have to order ASSERTING DOMINANCE to find out!
T&N 1402: The First Hug is the Deepest
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A clash with career implications as T&N’s undefeated rookie sensations Lia and Kira square off in a match where someone’s ‘Oh’ has got to go! Both ladies understand the threat to their burgeoning reputations and come out of their corners swinging for the fences with an exchange of slaps that plays out more like a saloon brawl than a catfight! Never one to favor a level playing field for long, bratty blonde Lia soon resorts to a rake of the eyes and a near permanent grip on her foe’s braids to dish out some punishment that sees Kira battered from pillar to post! But Kira’s in no mood to simply hand Lia a statement win and the blonde’s arrogance lets Kira get back into it with a Headscissors that has her prey gasping for breath! Control proves elusive and painful over the next twenty minutes, as the curvaceous ingénues swap mounts, holds and increasingly vitriolic trash talk. (“There’s something about your face that makes me want to slap it as hard as I f*cking can!” Lia tells Kira late in the game) With both fighters pushed to their limits it comes down to a single costly error that sees one formerly dominant wrestler transformed to a mewling, huffing victim by a brawny Kneeling Bear Hug in the center of the ring. Post-bell, a gleeful winner snuggles in for a high, haughty Schoolgirl Pin, all the better to remind her foe of that brand new mark in the loss column! The scene fades on a close-up of the loser’s furious face, but is it Kira or Lia left vowing revenge? You’ll have to order THE FIRST HUG IS THE DEEPEST to find out!
T&N 1410: The Mite-y Don’t Kneel
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In the history of the T&N Lightweight Division, the feud between Lucy and Vanessa is the stuff of legend. In fact, the culmination of their seven match series, GOOD NIGHT, MOON! (T&N 1297) is still one of our top-selling videos more than three years after its release! This pair of ballistic brunettes have done battle in every conceivable venue, but today they find themselves in an unfamiliar setting: partners in an AHW King Bed Tag Match! Their opposition is the terrible tyro tandem of Camilla and Natalie, collectively dubbed the Juggernauts after their brutal JMD victory over Hayden and Mish in T&N 1405 (GO ON, LEAVE ME BREATHLESS). The newcomers have bullied everyone in their path thus far and clearly expect to do the same against the unlikely alliance, so imagine their surprise when Nessa & Lucy set their differences aside to show their opposition why they’re the winningest lightweights of the last decade! Some early highlights include stereo splashes to Natalie and a combination Inverted Lotus Lock Wedgie that has Camilla wailing into the comforter! Of course the Juggernauts aren’t pushovers either and Cam & Nat show the veterans what it means to be treated shabby with some inspired double teaming that has their rivals groaning like Day One Bikini Meat! This war between current and future stars wages for more than thirty minutes and seems in danger of going to the dreaded time limit draw when an errant shot from one hottie floors her own partner and allows their rivals to rally. From there they isolate the other woman and pick her apart with a veritable cavalcade of tag-team cruelty! Even a last minute surge isn’t enough to stop the punishment, as she reaches the corner only to have her partner desert her on the spot! Fury soon gives way to anguish as the last five minutes devolves into a handicap match culminating with the most gawdawful double team submission we’ve ever filmed! Afterward the victrixes celebrate with a double barreled face sit, each lass smiling prettily as they lean into their partner and bear down on their devastated adversary. So which duo surges and which is swept into the dustbin of T&N history? Order THE MITE-Y DON’T KNEEL to find out!
T&N 1370: Gratuitous Tee & A
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Troian’s long running campaign to prove her bona fides as the greatest Middleweight in Tooth & Nail history comes up against a serious challenger in the form of gym rat Shay, who quickly goes nose to nose with the Tigress to let her know just how their contest (fought in tight short-sleeved tee shirts and strappy briefs) will end. “Your face. My ass. Get used to it, honey.” Tone thusly set, the hardbody brunettes light into one another with a flurry of slaps and body blows, many of them augmented with strategic grips on her opponent’s collar or waistband. Both ladies make liberal use of the corner posts and ring ropes, either for a better angle on their shots or for increased leverage when they’re throttling their hapless rival! Of course it wouldn’t be a Tee Tussle without the obligatory hockey jersey gambit and you get it here in spades, first with Shay absolutely POUNDING away at Troian’s exposed lower back and later on when the Tigress neutralizes Shay’s arms for a truly malevolent round of Jugg Mugging. Fit though they are, one lass is destined to falter and it starts right around the twenty minute mark. From there to the end one increasingly disheveled grappler is reduced to smoldering rubble by her grinning, dark-eyed tormentor. Attempts to clench are met with disdainful slaps, retaliatory slaps get countered with Kneelifts to the tummy and escape efforts are constantly thwarted with a gaudy handful of briefs, either for shellacking forearms to the lower back or cringe-worthy wedgies. Ultimately the flagging fighter is taken to the mat one last time, her sweat-dappled tee pulled up snug over her face, ams pinioned uselessly over her head, the perfect mount for a Reverse Face Sit & Belly Claw combination that’s still going strong when the tape fades to black. So does Troian continue her winning ways or does Shay tie a knot in the Tigress’s tail? The answer awaits in GRATUITIOUS TEE & A!
T&N 1436: No Morena!
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One of Tooth & Nail’s most sought after visiting fighters makes an emphatic return to competition when bombshell brunette Morena steps through the ropes for the first time in more than a year to face rising star Kelly! The upstart blonde doesn’t have her opponent’s years of experience to draw upon, but she is stronger and faster and immediately brings these advantages to bear by tossing the veteran around at will. Body Slams, Hair Mare’s, Suplexes, even an Airplane Spin, Morena is seemingly Kelly’s to control! But the Bombshell has faced (and beaten) some of the best wrestlers T&N has to offer and she weathers Kelly’s storm until a timely rake of the eyes lets her seize control. And seize is most definitely the operative word, as Morena takes every opportunity to squeeze, maul or generally punish her opponent’s bountiful chest. Adding to the blonde’s woes is Morena’s willingness to tug on her suit: what starts as a minor irritation soon grows into a galling game changer as wedgies and other forced wardrobe malfunctions leave the sturdy blonde open for greater and greater punishments, including a wedgie-assisted Piledriver that nearly turns poor Kelly into a tent-spike! Ultimately a breath-stealing Inverted Figure Four Headscissors earns Morena a valuable return victory and leaves Kelly’s face as red as her togs. As for what happens post-bell… we won’t spoil it here, but we WILL tell you that the title of this match is repeated several times at various volumes. How loud does it get? Order NO MORENA! to find out!
T&N 1437: Scratch as Catch Can
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What’s supposed to be a purely competitive match between two of our best technicians soon devolves into one of the more mean-spirited catfights in recent T&N history! Troian and Lindsey’s exchange of Hammerlocks, Headlocks and Headscissors is almost courteous in a professional sort of way, but spirits dampen and tempers flare during the next break when Linds accuses of raking her trunks out of the ref’s view! The Tigress denies the allegations and the match resumes with Lindsey aggressively marching her adversary into a corner. Calls for a clean break are met by flashing nails as Linds raaaaaaaaaakes her startled opponent from forehead to chin! An unrepentant Lindsey follows it up with a head-swiveling slap and this wicked challenge: “C’mon tiger bitch, show me your claws!” From that point on all semblance of restraint is thrown out the window as both brunettes augment each and every hold applied with several passes of well manicured nails. Camel Clutch? Rake her eyes! Over the Knee Backbreaker? Rake her tummy! Abdominal Stretch? Rake her crotch and anything else within reach! In the end one fighter’s claws get dull as her opponent’s seem to grow sharper and sharper. A combined Beast Choker and Tummy Rake leads one wrestler pleading for mercy, which is wholeheartedly rejected in favor of a Reverse Face Sit augmented by one more round of callous crotch raking. But is it Troi or Linds that finishes the night a sniveling scratching post? You’ll have to order SCRATCH AS CATCH CAN for the answer!
T&N 1438: The Mud is Mine and so are You!
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Ever since her career defining title victory over T&N Destroyer class legend Amanda in ONE FOR THE AGES (T&N 1399), Kat hasn’t just run the division, she’s dominated every challenger put forth. And if the match in question is a Mud Wrestling contest? Domination doesn’t even begin to cover it. But now the champ faces her most daunting foe to date, when former Destroyer Division Champion Kate steps into the mud to reclaim her gold! For the first time in her gloppy reign Kat finds herself battling from underneath as the Amazonian challenger takes her to the mud for Bear Hugs and JMD Sleepers in equal measure. This time last year that probably would’ve been enough to make Kate a two-time champion, but dethroning Big Riggs brought out a steely streak in the curvaceous brunette and she forces Kat to earn every inch of ground she wants to claim. And Kate for her part is more than willing to spend big in the early-going to keep the champion buried beneath her curves. It’s a strong gambit, yet one that proves problematic as Kat simply refuses to go away! By the fifteen minute mark she’s regaining lost ground and in another five she’s got Kate tasting jugg for the first time! Of course the blonde doesn’t shy from a challenge and they spend another fifteen minutes in an unbroken chain of Bear Hugs, Full Nelsons, Tummy Smothers, Bodyscissors and of course, the Breast Smothers that have made these ladies two of the top names in the Destroyer division. Alas, there can only be one champ and in the end one fighter finishes her breathless adversary with a prolonged North-South Breast Smother that leaves her tits up and oblivious to the champion’s parting words: THE MUD IS MINE AND SO ARE YOU!
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I need closure! Those are awesome matchups ... I want to know who won!
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I need closure! Those are awesome matchups ... I want to know who won!
I'm certain the Walkin' Dude would be very pleased if you let your imagination soar. ;)
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Beverley Mitchell vs Danielle Fishel
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Danielle gasped and gurgled as Beverley's arm tightened across her throat, the expertly applied Read Naked Choke denying the brunette precious breath. In desperation, she began to piston her right elbow into Mitchell's ribs, until finally she forced the blonde to release her. Fishel takes a deep gulp of air, and then whirls around, landing a knife hand chop across her opponent's chest. The bikini tops of both busty battlers had long since been torn off, and as the sound of the chop echoed through the penthouse room, Bev's 34C's bounced wildly, beads of sweat spraying from her glistening flesh as she grunted in pain and staggered backward. Growling with fury, Dani unleashed another chop, and then another, the skin of her victim turning an angry red from where the blows landed. Mitchell's groans were tinged with whimpers now, and it became evident that this onslaught might just overwhelm her.
Beverley realized that as well, and fear of defeat fueled her next move, as she raked her fingernails over Danielle's eyes. Fishel managed to closed her lids in time, but the pain nevertheless caused her to shriek and, momentarily blinded, she stepped back from her adversary. Mitchell pressed her newfound advantage with a knife hand blow of her own, this one a tomahawk chop to her rival's forehead. Dani groaned in pain, and three more such chops delivered in quick succession left the brunette cross-eyed and dazed. Adrenaline pumping, Bev now returned the earlier "favor", unleashing brutal chops to Fishel's own chest, and now it was her own 36C's turn to bounce in protest.
Danielle was finally able to rally her wits around to draw her right arm back, ball her fist, and unleash a haymaker at her opponent's face. Unfortunately, her movements were so sluggish, Beverley was able to step back out of the way of the blow. The brunette's fist hit nothing but air, but her momentum caused her to spin around a full 180°, leaving her facing opposite her adversary. Beverley took advantage of that by raking her nails down the length of Fishel's bare back, drawing a shriek of pain from her victim. Danielle tried to turn the tide by spinning around, aiming a backhand fist to where Mitchell's face should me. But again the brunette's speed is dampened by her exhaustion, and Bev is able to duck under the blow. She pops back up to her full 5'2" height with an accompanying uppercut punch to the 5'1" Danielle's left breast, eliciting a howl of agonized protest from Fishel.
Now Beverley goes in for the kill: Wrapping her arms tight around Deni's body, she pulls her in tight for a bearhug, their chests pancaking together. With a grunt, Mitchell lifts her opponent up and twists the two of them around, sending Fishel crashing to the floor with a Belly to Belly Suplex, the brunette taking the full brunt with the weight of both beauties behind it. The impact causes a burst of air to rush from Danielle's lungs, leaving her gasping...precisely as Bev intended. Sitting in a straddle on Fishel's belly, the blonde leans down, her breasts enveloping the face of her rival in Mitchell's "Beverley's Hills" smother finisher. Danielle squirmed in panic beneath her, her hands feebly slapping at the body of her tormentor, but the brunette was just too spent to power herself free. Rapidly, her body grew sluggish, until she ceased to move altogether beyond a few spasmodic twitches. Tauntingly, Mitchell slapped the sides of her semi-conscious foe's face with her sweat-soaked orbs, then she pushed herself upright. One foot planted on the heaving chest of the beaten battler, the victorious blonde raised her arms in victory.
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Hi, I'm a long reader of this post and I gotta say that there are amazing writers here. I'm just making a suggestion if somebody wants to do a fight with them. They are not the most knowledge girls, but I think it would be great if someone wants to do an international fight. The girls I'm about to mention are from Spain my country.
Lorena Castell:
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Ana Morgade
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Blanca Suarez
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And Ursula Corbero from La Casa de Papel
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Those are some girls that I suggested. I think they would look good for a fight.
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Anne Winters vs Helen Flanagan
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The final match of the annual Class Dismissed showdown, an event that would always pack a lot of seats, was, for the first time ever, sold out! Every elite member of the Celebrity Catfight Circuit were present for the highly anticipated bout.
Anne Winters, although 24-years-old, is making her debut tonight. Unfortunately for her, she is facing Helen Flanagan.
Helen has been completely dominating her competition since she joined the circuit, devouring every woman the league threw at her, and tonight would prove to be no different.
In a classic Teacher vs Student themed match, Anna dressed as a schoolgirl, Helen as a Teacher, the two beauties face off in a classroom. The elite promoters, sitting in their school desks, watch upclose as Helen demolishes the newbie.
The young, inexperienced Texan pathetically whimpers, her left arm wrapped across her chest and her left hand jutting down in front of her crotch, tears streaking down her ruddy cheeks. Shreded strips of Anne's skirt and tank top litter the classroom, thanks to Helen's recently manicured, sharp fingernails.
Anne, in what she viewed as a valiant attempt to shield her butt, backs up against the chalkboard. "Please stop... you win. Just leave me alone." Winters pleads with her tormentor.
Casually leaning back on a large wooden desk, obviously meant for a teacher, Helen drums her fingers across the rich mahogany, "So you admit defeat and I should let you go? You're finished?"
Anne, sniffling her nose, nods her head and replies with a squeaky, "Mhmm"
"You hear that, gentlemen," Helen looks over her shoulder, winking at the Catfight Promoters, "she submits. Well, that was fun. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night," Flanagan smiles at the frightened pipsqueak.
"Umm... tha.. thank you. Uhh... do you think y'all could, you know," Anne gestures at Helen and the men to turn around by spinning her right index finger in the air. But, quickly realizing her hand is no longer covering her crotch, she shoots her arm back down, blocking the dainty, black lace of her underwear. "Oh gosh, please, just turn around."
"Alright fellas, the young lady asked us nicely," Helen turns around, shielding her eyes with her palms. The men, however, don't move an inch, staring forward, expressionless.
Anne, with an exasperated sigh, inches sideways towards the door, keeping her back to the wall. "You guys are freaking creeps," the young woman mumbles under her breath, reaching for the doorknob.
Just as her hand touches the handle, Helen, with a handful of Winter's blonde hair, jerks the scantily clad rookie backwards, towards the large wooden desk.
"NAAAAH," Anne screams in terror, the heels of her Converses dragging across the classroom floor, her fingers swiping at Helen's hair-gripping fist. At this point Anne abandons her attempt to cover up her alluring lingerie, wanting only to escape her foe's clutches, run out of the classroom and put an end to this horrific nightmare.
But, as Helen sat upon the large desk and forced Winter to lay, face-first, over her knees, the young Texan would soon realize her nightmare had only just begun. Realizing the severity of her current situation, Anne tries with all her might to push and roll away.
"Now, now, sit still, little girl," Flanagan scolds, curling her fingers under the waistband of Anne's black thong -- a choice of underwear she now regrets wearing -- and, without any warning, jerks the waistband up high, yanking the miniscule garment even further up Winters' tanned, perky tush. The lace fabric uncomfortably grating against her tender nether regions illicit a cry from the degraded actress.
Anne's cries evolve into sobbing as the older blonde fries the American's ass with sharp, open-palmed slaps. "Now apologize to these fine gentlemen!" Helen commands, feverishly smacking her adversaries derriere.
"I'm SAHH SORRYEEEY!" Winters blubbers at the grinning men. Anne, kicking her feet, her face burnt red in humiliation, is full-on, ugly crying.
Once her opponent's ass is thoroughly tanned, Helen positions Winters on the table, sprawled on her back. The screech of multiple chair legs scraping the floor fills the room as all the promotors stand up. A man, garner in a dark suit and dark sunglasses, bellows out, in a low, cold voice, "Finish Her!"
Helen, with a nod, straddles the American's waist. The British beauty swiftly removes her top and unhhoks her bra, freeing her breasts. Anne squirms, pathetically blubbering, as Helen lowers her Double D breasts, setting them upon her adversary's hot, wet, tear-stained features.
Once Anne's limbs stop twitching, Helen pulls her enormous jugs off of her slumbering foe. In one final act of cruelty, Helen strips off Anne's underwear, unveiling every inch of her petite frame to the leering promotors, and sits the unconscious beauty on top of a stool in the corner of the room, proping her against the wall. Helen snatches the newbie's discarded thong up, shoving it in the loser's mouth and places a dunce cap on her slumbering head.
With a wink, Helen puts her bra and top back on and saunters out the door, leaving sleeping beauty behind, knowing the Catfight Promoters will take care of the snobby blonde.
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Ever since her career defining title victory over T&N Destroyer class legend Amanda in ONE FOR THE AGES (T&N 1399), Kat hasn’t just run the division, she’s dominated every challenger put forth. And if the match in question is a Mud Wrestling contest? Domination doesn’t even begin to cover it. But now the champ faces her most daunting foe to date, when former Destroyer Division Champion Kate steps into the mud to reclaim her gold! For the first time in her gloppy reign Kat finds herself battling from underneath as the Amazonian challenger takes her to the mud for Bear Hugs and JMD Sleepers in equal measure. This time last year that probably would’ve been enough to make Kate a two-time champion, but dethroning Big Riggs brought out a steely streak in the curvaceous brunette and she forces Kat to earn every inch of ground she wants to claim. And Kate for her part is more than willing to spend big in the early-going to keep the champion buried beneath her curves. It’s a strong gambit, yet one that proves problematic as Kat simply refuses to go away! By the fifteen minute mark she’s regaining lost ground and in another five she’s got Kate tasting jugg for the first time! Of course the blonde doesn’t shy from a challenge and they spend another fifteen minutes in an unbroken chain of Bear Hugs, Full Nelsons, Tummy Smothers, Bodyscissors and of course, the Breast Smothers that have made these ladies two of the top names in the Destroyer division. Alas, there can only be one champ and in the end one fighter finishes her breathless adversary with a prolonged North-South Breast Smother that leaves her tits up and oblivious to the champion’s parting words: THE MUD IS MINE AND SO ARE YOU!
Oh, I love the concept of these blurbs...the Walkin' Dude has always been a masterful writer, and I'm glad you could share these with us - thanks to both of you!
I need to get my hands on a copy of ONE FOR THE AGES (T&N 1399) from the back catalogue, mentioned in the last blurb, as soon as possible!
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Choose Your Adventure!
Choice #1: Mila Kunis vs Kate Upton
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Mila's greater speed and agility had served as a good counter to Kate's greater size and power, but both beauties were pushing at their outermost limits of physical endurance, and each knew that any hope of victory would have to come now.
The Amazonian blonde tried to finish off her dark-haired foe with a bearhug, actually lifting Kunis up off of the floor, her feet dangling inches above the rug, as Upton's arms tightened like steel bands, causing Mila to moan and whine in anguish. However, Kunis began swinging her arms inward again and again, slamming her palms three full times into her opponent's ears. Kate shrieked, her arms flying open to release her victim; Upton staggered backward, badly stunned. The brunette dropped to the floor, her arms hugging her aching sides as she gulped in air. She understood that she only had a few scant moments to capitalize on her rival's dazed state. Moving with panther swiftness, Mila jumped up on the nearby sofa and balanced herself precariously on the arm. Sizing up her target, she suddenly flung herself into the air.
Twisting her body, Mila aimed her feet squarely at Kate, smashing them into Upton's fabled breasts like twin sledgehammers. The blonde let out an agonized grunt as she was knocked off of her feet and sent crashing to the penthouse floor. Mila landed with feline grace, then sprung on top of her opponent. Sitting upon Kate's belly, Kunis wrapped her hands around the blonde's throat, choking her until Upton's glazed eyes rolled up and she passed out, thus ending the match.
Choice #2: Mila Kunis vs Kate Upton
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Mila's greater speed and agility had served as a good counter to Kate's greater size and power, but both beauties were pushing at their outermost limits of physical endurance, and each knew that any hope of victory would have to come now.
The Amazonian blonde tried to finish off her dark-haired foe with a bearhug, actually lifting Kunis up off of the floor, her feet dangling inches above the rug, as Upton's arms tightened like steel bands, causing Mila to moan and whine in anguish. However, Kunis began swinging her arms inward again and again, slamming her palms three full times into her opponent's ears. Kate shrieked, her arms flying open to release her victim; Upton staggered backward, badly stunned. The brunette dropped to the floor, her arms hugging her aching sides as she gulped in air. She understood that she only had a few scant moments to capitalize on her rival's dazed state. Moving with panther swiftness, Mila jumped up on the nearby sofa and balanced herself precariously on the arm. Sizing up her target, she suddenly flung herself into the air.
Stretching her body out, Mila sailed toward Kate for a flying cross body tackle. Unfortunately for the brunette, Upton was able to brace her feet and, in an astounding display of her sheer raw strength, managed to catch Kunis! Mila's eyes widened in shock and terror as she was held aloft for several moments like a rag doll...and then Kate suddenly dropped to one knee, slamming the back of her adversary across her other bent leg. Kunis howled in agony as her spine was mercilessly bent across the joint. With a sneer, Upton roughly shoved her now-sobbing opponent to the floor onto her back, then claimed the inevitable triumph by dropping her glistening orbs across Mila's face, smothering the hapless battler into oblivion.
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Madelaine Petsch vs. Katherine McNamara
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The catty scuffle between both feisty and fiery redheads was rumbling to an apex. With streaks of their luscious locks scattered across the canvas, this contest wasn't so much a technical wrestling exhibition but more so just a rough and tumble hair-pulling and skin-scratching catfight that lacked the finesse of the standard in-ring bout but more than made up for it in red hot intensity! The action seesawed back and forth until Madelaine was able to gain the upper hand by successfully locking Katherine up in the corner where she could finally use the ring to her advantage as she stomped and rammed her opponent up hard against the turnbuckle notches while using the neighbor surrounding ring ropes as leverage to make her stomps and strikes all the more effective.
Growing increasingly confident and knowing that one well-executed power move could put her redhead rival away, Petsch peeled the laboring and tired McNamara out of the corner. After one more forceful shoulder ram into Katherine's gut, Petsch flipped her up high in the air above her shoulders setting up a textbook powerbomb that she figured would put her away in bombastic fashion! But as Madelaine staggered to the center of the ring trying to keep her foe balanced atop of her, Katherine suddenly came to her senses recognizing the dire circumstances she was in! Without even thinking, the propped up hellcat looked down and gasped in horror at how high up she was and reflectively began squirming from this perilous position. It became very clear very quickly that Madelaine had bit off far more than she chew when not only did Katherine wiggle her way free from atop Petsch's shoulders but in rolling down behind her, McNamara was inadvertently able to roll the stunned Madelaine over on her back with her legs folded over her body!
Madelaine hit the mat hard on the back of her head and neck at first completely disoriented at what just happened while Katherine scrambled up to her feet after narrowly escaping disaster and saw her nemesis conveniently rolled up in a very comprising position! Acting on pure instinct, Katherine raced over just as Madelaine was regaining her awareness but just before she could uncoil her body, her face was suddenly engulfed under Katherine's ass! She tried kicking and screaming from out under the ass smother but Katherine remained planted atop of Madelaine's face using it as her own personal seat cushion while she held on to Petsch's legs under her armpits keeping them folded over in this extremely helpless and humiliating position! And if that wasn't bad enough, Katherine's wicked side would peek out when she reached for the waistband of Madelaine's tight black jeans and begin tugging them down over her ass and down her legs!
Madeline's shrieks intensified after she felt her jeans get almost totally stripped off, the pants now comically dangling over only one of her ankles, were still muffled under Katherine's caboose and the combination of extreme mortification and oxygen deficiency began driving her to the brink of unconsciousness. Still feeling a little devilish, Katherine could sense that Madelaine was about to black out in defeat and still wanted some more fun with her figuring that her sticking up booty, with just a tiny red lace thong wedgied deep up her milky white asscheeks, would be the perfect canvas to paint red her victory celebration! Katherine raised both hands in the air and beat that caboose like a set of bongo drums until it was as red as her hair and to the point where her minuscule red thong actually blended into her tanned maroon backside! McNamara halted the spanking after satisfied with the shade she was able to smack into Madelaine's ass flesh with the poor loser now long since blacked out still trapped under Katherine who remained seated atop her opponent like a victorious warrior perched atop her throne with her hand raised high in triumph!
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Jordyn Jones vs Brec Bassinger
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As a rule, debut catfights tend to be less-than-thrilling affairs. Whatever their desires to succeed in the elite Hollywood fighting league, rookies in their first match tend to be awkward, hesitant and still uncertain of their newly-learned fighting skills. the resulting match can be cringe-worthy for the spectators. Of course, there is always a full house to view them, because no one wants to say they passed up the chance to see the debut of a future fighting superstar. Those who can honestly claim to have witnessed the first matches of, say, Scarlett Johansson or Kaley Cuoco can boast of a very special cache among the elite spectators.
And so it came to be that a beachfront mansion in Malibu was the battleground for the inaugural match for both Jordyn and Brec, and a full house of observers was on hand. And within the first minute of the fight, the mouths were agape and the eyes wide with shock for each and every one of those witnesses.
Prior to the match, both petite young women were bubbly, even giggly...not the most promising sign for a rough and tumble brawl. But once the signal was given to begin, the smiles melted off of their faces, and fire lit up their eyes. With banshee howls, the two blondes launched themselves at one another, and proceeded to engage in one of the most savage catfights any of the jaded spectators had ever beheld!
Evenly matches in size and skill, they battled on in a veritable stalemate, neither beauty able to control the fight for long. The air was filled with grunts, groans, shrieks, snarls and yowls; their nubile bodies, glistening with sweat, bore scratches, bite marks and purpling bruises; the floor was littered with generous amounts of flaxen strands of hair.
Eventually too physically spent to stand any longer, they circled one another on hands and knees like jungle cats, seething in fury, their eyes narrowed into angry slits. Suddenly they threw themselves at one another, their limbs tangled as they rolled back and forth across the carpeting. They hissed threats to one another in a primitive language only they could understand. And then the hands of both battlers tightened around the necks of the other, squeezing with all of the dwindling power they could still muster. The eyes of Brec and Jordyn grew glassy as each struggled for breath, but neither relented in her merciless drive to destroy the other.
Finally, with simultaneous sighs, both blondes went limp, their eyes fluttering shut as their choking hands fell free of their rival's throat. They lay there side by side, motionless save for the heaving of their chests as their lungs gulped precious air once again. They had battled to a perfect standstill, two exact equals.
And, every spectator in attendance believed, two future legends in the making.
FLASHBACK 1963: Yvonne Craig vs Nancy Kwan
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Panting hard for breath, the two exhausted beauties seemed frozen in place, their eyes locked together. Then, as if on cue, they flung themselves at one another, the sound of their damp flash smacking together, and they tumbled in a heap to the Las Vegas hotel's penthouse floor. Their lush bodies twisted with seemingly no rhyme nor reason, but in fact both were maneuvering for very specific reasons. That became apparent as each managed to snake her sinewy legs around the head of the other, and suddenly it became a duel of scissor holds!
Both Yvonne and Nancy were fabled for the power of their legs, and few adversaries who had found themselves trapped between those thighs manages to withstand the crushing pressure for long. Now, they pitted their most potent weapon against one another, calling upon the last dregs of raw power each battler still possessed.
Their bodies trembled from the pain and the exertion, and each went from gasping to whining to wailing in anguish, so great was the squeezing pressure the duo endured. Yvonne began to rasp a mantra of "Nononononononono", as if commanding herself to not submit, while Nancy squealed out in her native tongue, "Zuxian bangzhù wo!" (a spectator who spoke Cantonese whispered to the man next to him that she was calling on her ancestors for help).
Their bodies shook violently now, their faces deeply reddened, as each gave every last bit of herself, Then, with a sound that was part gasp of shock, part mewl of defeat, Nancy's body went limp and her legs fell open, freeing her opponent. Yvonne continues squeezing the Asian for another few moments, but it was plain to all that Nancy was finished. The victorious Yvonne released her hold, but found that when she tried to stand up to receive her triumph, her legs crumpled under her and she sprawled across the floor, too spent to move.
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Dove Cameron (22 5’2” 115lbs) vs Bella Thorne (20 5’8” 123)
Dove had been beaming with confidence after destroying Mila Kunis who was bigger and a more experienced fighter than her. She was eager to fight again and show everyone the last fight was no fluke, that chance came during a run-in with her old Disney pal at a popular Hollywood restaurant. Both young actresses ended up in the bathroom at the same time and Bella, after hearing that Dove had let her win go to her head, was looking to knock the little blond down a few pegs.
Both girls were dressed for a night out on the town but that didn’t stop them and the cocky little blonde willfully engaged her much bigger adversary. Dove skillfully landed punches to the red head while managing to dodge Thorne’s, Cameron took control of the fight early and frustrated the much taller actress. Dove flashed a confident smirk as she easily avoided a combination of wild punches from Bella, and then countering at the end with a series of precision punches, that each finding their mark. Cameron, despite landing punch after punch, still had not really hurt Bella and Thorne was beginning to realize that and decided she’d had enough. Instead of trying to avoid Dove’s punches, she went through them and bodied up on the smaller girl and used her weight advantage to push, and then pin her up against a wall. The cocky smile gone, Dove was helpless as Bella began raining punches and knees to her tiny body that quickly took her breath away and buckled her knees. She let out little squeals as each blow went deeper and deeper into her once tight abs and looked desperate as her taller rival quickly turned the fight in her favor.
Bella, never one to take it easy on anyone, took a step back and drove two quick punches into Dove’s face, causing the cute blond to spin as she fell to the ground, on to her hands an knees. Bella, now the one flashing the confident smile, stepped into a viscous kick into the down girl’s ribs. Cameron let out a horrifying gasp as she fell to her side, eyes wide open, holding her battered body. Bella then takes a minute to look in the mirror and situate herself, walks over to the defeated blonde and grabs two handfuls of hair. She drags her prey towards the stalls of the bathroom as the desperate Dove reached up and grabbed at Bella’s hands, hoping to get away but not realizing where she was being taken. A moment later, she is staring into a toilet with both hands on the rim trying to avoid having her head being pushed in. It didn’t work. Bella overpowered her and dunked the girl into the toilet water by her hair, holding her there long enough but not too long. She pulled Dove out, let her gasp for air and then dunked her again. She continued doing this to the poor little girl until she got bored and held her in until she passed out. She pulled the slumbering girl’s head out one last time and held it above the toilet with her left hand, using her right hand to locate her phone, she took selfies of her and a knocked out Dove. She put the defeated blonde’s mouth on the toilet and took some more before stripping her nude and leaving her a soaked mess on the bathroom floor.
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FLASHBACK 2003: Michelle Trachtenberg vs Kaley Cuoco
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The brunette bayed in distress while the grinning blonde cackled with glee. Michelle was flat on her stomach, her head turned sideways, while Kaley pressed the sole of her left foot down with all of her weight on the upturned side of her opponent's face, pressing her head hard into the carpeted floor. It was an action that both inflicted torment while also humiliating the victim, the equivalent of contemptuously saying "you're beneath me."
It was this, yes...but what it was not was an effective submission move. For all of her discomfort, Trachtenberg rapidly sussed out a means of escape. Her legs remained unencumbered, so she swept her left limb out, knocking Cuoco's right foot...the one she stood on to maintain her balance...right out from under her. With a yelp of sudden surprise, the blonde was sent crashing to the floor with a heavy thud, leaving her stunned for a few moments.
That was all of the time the now free brunette needed to scramble up to her hands and knees and, facing her adversary, grabbing the supine beauty's ankles and lifting her legs up. Realizing what was in store for her, Kaley began to whimper, "No...no...don't...!", wiping the air with her open palms in the hopes of convincing Michelle to not carry out her intention. But there was no such luck for the blonde as her rival suddenly pulled her legs apart to opposite sides, stretching them as far as she could, Cuoco's inner thighs screaming in anguish.
But now it was Trachtenberg's turn to make a rookie mistake, as she leaned forward in order to gain more leverage, but in so doing brought her head close enough for the desperate Kaley to rake her painted nails across the brunette's eyes. Michelle shrieked and tumbled backward, releasing her hold, and both battlers took more than a minute to catch their second winds.
The spectators remained rapt in amazement. Both Kaley and Michelle were newcomers to celebrity catfighting, each only having had a couple of matches thus far...although both teens were as yet undefeated. Their greatness as fighters was evident from the very start, and all who saw them battle realized they were witnessing the formative stage of two inevitable legends. Still, for all of their natural talent and learned combat skills, they were as yet still green rookies, given to clumsy mistakes and over-eager errors. Watching them move, they were like newborn colts on trembling legs, with none of the poise that comes with experience. Nevertheless, they were breathtaking to behold.
Panting hard for breath, their nubile bodies glistening with perspiration, the two battlers finally struggle up to their feet. With animalistic growls they fling themselves at one another, hands tugging at hair, and they stumble around the room as one. Suddenly, Michelle lets out a shriek as Kaley viciously bites down on her shoulder with her teeth. The sudden sharp pain breaks the brunette's focus, allowing the blonde to roughly shove her backwards, until Trachtenberg's back presses up against the wall. A kneelift just below the naval doubles Mish over with a loud gasp.
Now the blonde wraps her right arm around her adversary's neck, pulling her in tight with a headlock as she walks toward the center of the room, the brunette stumbling along in her grasp. What she intends to do is to bring Trachtenberg down to the floor with a bulldog, which should conceivably stun the victim enough to allow her to be finished off once and for all. But before Cuoco can execute her move, Michelle acts in desperation...her right hand reaches around and clamps a clawhold over Kaley's groin. The thin fabric of her bikini panties offer scant protection, and the blonde howls in sudden anguish, releasing her headlock so that she can clutch at her rival's wrist with both hands and try to pry her offending hand away. She manages to do so, but Michelle is able to wrench her hand free from Kaley's grasp.
As Cuoco's hands now go to rub her aching womanhood, Trachtenberg steps in front of her. Adrenaline pumping through her body, teeth clenched as she seethes with fury, Michelle unleashes one stinging slap after another, each blow cracking loudly off of the reddening face of her staggered opponent. Kaley's eyes grow teary as she takes each blow with little more than token resistance. Finally the chestnut-haired young firebrand stops, leaving her glassy-eyed rival swaying uncertainly on her trembling legs.
Crouching low, Michelle suddenly springs up, jumping into the air and twisting her body, then extending her legs for a dropkick; the balls of her feet smash like twin pistons into Kaley's breasts, causing them to jounce wildly in the cups of her bikini halter as she is sent sailing backward through the air, and then crashing with a heavy thud to the floor. She lay there groaning, too spent to rise, while Trachtenberg climbs back up to her feet and walks over to her prone opponent. Placing a foot on the battered blonde's chest, Michelle raises her arms in victory and beams a toothy smile, as the spectators jump to their feet in an ovation.
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Julianne Hough (30 - 5’3” 115lbs) vs Miley Cyrus (25 - 5’5” 110lbs)
Julianne went after Miley looking to hurt the young starlet for what she did to her best friend, Nina Dobrev. She tore into Miley and unleashed everything she could think of, that would cause her young victim pain. From head and body scissors to figure four leg locks and everything in between, mainly using her perfectly toned legs to abuse Cyrus. Miley had no defense against the wild hellcat and could feel her energy being drained by the onslaught of punches and wrestling maneuvers.
Hough was enjoying the moment and punished Miley with another tight body scissors, easing the pressure and then tightening, just like she had done to Nina. Julianne could see that the young singer was starting to wear down and upped the pressure on the girls midsection drawing a pained groan from her and when she felt like the fight was drained from Cyrus, released the body scissors and replaced it as head scissors. She grabbed a handful of Miley’s hair and squeezed her powerful thighs as tight as she could, being rewarded with a pitiful whimper from the trapped girl. Miley’s face was an awful red and her facial features were crunched with pain, she was beginning to black out when Julianne loosened her legs and giving Cyrus a brief reprieve before constricting them again. Hough is again rewarded with a new, even more pitiful whimper from Miley as she uses her freehand to lightly smack at her victims red pained face. “Awww, whats the matter Miley?” Julianne taunting her in a very playful voice. “You should have seen this coming after what you did to Nina.” Cyrus is again on the verge of passing out and Hough again lets up and gives the poor girl a break.
Miley was hoping to be knocked out and put an end to her pain but Julianne was all-in on torturing her, so she figured she had only one thing she could do. Julianne, once again squeezed tight around her head and this time Cyrus quickly slowed her motions, hoping to get a quicker break from her tormentor and it worked. Hough, loosened the hold again as she smiled down at her trapped prey “enjoy it bitch, it’s nighty night time for you”, as soon as she finished her taunt Julianne let out a mortifying scream and her whole body froze in horror. She instinctively loosened her legs further to reveal Miley, with her teeth buried deep into thigh flesh and a crazed look in her eyes. Julianne was paralyzed while Cyrus moved to the next step of her plan, rearing back and delivering a powerful punch to Hough’s womanhood. Julianne’s body flopped wildly with the punch and then spasmed with the the five that followed.
Miley slowly gets to her feet, keeping an eye on her hurt rival all the way up and holding her aching body. Looking down at Hough, who’s trying to get to her hands and knees, Miley steps into a crushing kick to Julianne’s face that sends her flopping on to her back, sprawled out and barely conscious. Cyrus, knowing she has this under control, sits down next to the laid out dancer and takes a moment to rest her still aching body. “I got to tell you blondie, you are tough.” Miley said looking into the dazed eyes of Julianne with weary smile “I thought you had me but you underestimated me just like that little bitch Nina” Cyrus getting back to her feet, grabs two handfuls of blonde hair and brings Hough up with her. “What did you say to me earlier?Nighty night time for you?” Miley not expecting an answer turns Julianne and wraps her arms tight around her throat in a choke hold, Hough is jolted by the sudden move and tugs at the arms that robbing her of breath. Unable to loosen Miley’s arms, Julianne’s tugging becomes weaker and weaker until she falls to her knees, now only feebly slapping at her tormentor’s arms , Cyrus continues to choke the beautiful dancer until her movements completely stop and her arms fall to her side, dangling lifelessly. Miley keeps the choke going do a few more minutes and then roughly throws Hough down. Miley, being vengeful as always, stomped down on the slumbering blonde’s body three times before leaving.
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Hey everyone,
I've been a huge fan of this thread since the 1st page. Regrettably I've never written anything for it however as I have just started producing cat fight films, I had the idea to do some that are inspired by this thread! I will be filming the first one this weekend.
No, the girls are not celebrities but I think they will do a great job. I have attached a trailer of one I did with the same two girls a month or so ago.
I would love to hear everyone's thoughts.
Thank you all and please, keep up the brilliant writing!
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Scarlett Johansson vs Naya Rivera
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Her arms were leaden as she struggled to stave off exhaustion. She managed to raise her right fist and draw it back, and then launching it toward the face of her opponent. But her whole body seemed to move in slow motion, and the target of her blow managed to sidestep it with ease.
And with one fluid move, Naya spun around, hooked Scarlett's arm with her own as the punch struck naught but empty air, and used the blonde's own momentum to hip toss her, sending Johansson crashing on her back to the penthouse floor. It was another step in her battle strategy for tonight...to turn her vaunted adversary's own strength and skill against her. The Latina studied intensely Scarlett's most frequently used moves, and she developed counter moves. As the match wore on, the blonde went from frustration to vexation as Naya stymied her best efforts to take control.
Now, with Johansson prone on the floor below her, Rivera raised her right leg and began to stomp her foot again and again in the embattled blonde's belly and breasts, pounding the air from her body to further weaken her. Finally she halted and bent down, grabbing her foe by her damp, matted mane and hauling her up squealing to her feet. Face to face, Nava smirked as she looked into the glassy eyes of her rival and purred, "Is that the best you've got, coño?" She then took Scarlett by the shoulders and spun the dazed blonde around to face away from her. The Puerto Rican then turned around as well until the two beauties were back to back, and she reached her hands up and back, clutching them under Johansson's chin. Leaning forward, Naya pulled Scarlett's body up in a Hangman maneuver, stretching her painfully over the black-haired battlers shoulder. To add to her victim's discomfort, Rivera moved her hands away from Johansson's chin, and instead fishhooked her fingers into the corners of her mouth, applying crude mandible clawholds, turning the buxom blonde's moans into wails of anguish.
Holding her hapless opponent over her shoulder as a huntress displays a game trophy, Naya turned to face the elite spectators and sneered. "This is your goddess? This is your great white hope? She is nothing compared to me...NOTHING! From now on, you'll worship me, and me alone!"
After a few more moments of this torture, Scarlett's battered body and overwhelmed mind could take no more, and with a loud, pitiful sign she went limp, signaling that she was driven into semi-consciousness. Naya flipped her over and threw her to the floor, where the blonde lay senseless. Rivera planted a foot triumphantly atop the heaving chest of her beaten rival and ran a hand through her long, dark locks, looking at the spectators as she proclaimed, "And the worship can begin now." The onlookers eagerly complied by jumping to their feet and giving the victorious Latina a rousing ovation.
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Amazing! Love to see Scarjo posts winning and losing!
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Awesome story Jack! I really like Naya as an asskicker and needs to get more run on this site! I got a story started with her whooping some ass too ... thanks for the great work as always!
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Emma Watson (28 5’5” 117) vs Kaya Scodelario (26 5’6” 122)
Emma and Kaya had been close friends in the past. That all started to change when they began going after the same movie rolls and when rumors started to fly that Kaya had slept with Emma’s boyfriend, their friendship was all but over. Things came to a head when the two showed up to the same party, Emma with the same guy in the rumors, wearing a sexy little sundress and Kaya, who came alone, wearing skin tight jeans and a tee-shirt that is a couple sizes too small and showing off a little of her right abs.
Both had managed to avoid each other throughout the party, occasionally exchanging unfriendly glares until the party began to wind down. Emma was in the back yard talking to the host of the party, unaware that Kaya had come out as well, was saying nasty thing about her ex-friend that she heard and of course, took offense to. “Excuse me?!” Kaya shouted from behind Emma, catching her by surprise and causing her to jump. “I know you are not out here talking shit about me!” Kaya continued looking ready to tear into Emma “because if you have a problem, we can settle it right here, right now” Kaya now standing right in front of Watson. Emma, shocked by the sudden aggression from her former friend but not about to back down, held her ground “Careful what to ask for little girl, you don’t want to start something you can’t finish” The girl’s are now toe to toe, Kaya looks bigger and stronger than Emma and pushes her hard, Emma responds with a stinging slap and the fight is on.
The fight is intense and both girls take turns punishing the other, punching and pulling hair, kicks and squeezes, trying to cause each other as much pain as possible. Both showing the wear and tear of a brutal fight and beginning to tire as they pull on each other’s hair, screaming at with hate as they pushed up against a fence. Kaya, forcing Emma’s back against the wall lifts up her knee and slams it into her rival’s belly, drawing a gasp from Watson who removes her hands from hair to protect her body. Scodelario see’s an opening and pulls one hand out of her rival’s hair, using her now free hand she begins to punch Emma in her face. She is able to land three solid punches and is rewarded with a pained yelp when each punch lands, forcing the older Watson to cover her face, leaving her body open for another knee to her body. Scodelario buries her knee deep into Emma’s belly, again drawing a pained gasp as the air is forced from her lungs. This time Kaya follows up with three more vicious knees to Watson’s body, causing the beautiful Brit to fold in half holding her body, as she desperately tries to catch her breath. Scodelario, her left hand still buried deep in brunette hair, raises her knee into Emma’s lowered head. The devastating blow connects with an audible smack and leaves an open gash on Emma’s forehead, causing her body to go limp and fall to the floor.
Kaya glaring down at Emma, allowing herself a quick smile after she hears weak moans and pained whimpers coming from the beaten girl, decided its time to humiliate her old friend in front everyone left at the party. She starts by stripping Watson of her dress, leaving her with only her g-string panties on, and revealing her perky, bra-less breasts. Next, she hauls Emma up to her feet by her hair, drags her to a near by chair, sits down and drapes Watson across her lap. Kaya flashes her big beautiful smile as she rises her hand and spanks Emma’s perfect little pale butt. Watson’s body flails and she cries out in pain each time the younger actress smacks her ass. Soon, Emma’s butt turns a bright red and tears begin to run down her face, mixing with the blood from the gash in her forehead, never has she been so humiliated. Kaya, hearing Emma crying momentarily stops the punishment and begins to message the beet red buttocks “Oh Emma, what are we going to do with you now?” And she rears back and spanks her the hardest yet causing Emma to cry out again “Please stop Kaya, you win!”, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks. “Oh I know I’ve won dumbass” Kaya quickly retorts “you need to tell everyone here I’m the hottest British actress and have the most talent” Emma, waisted no time and complied with her tormentor’s demands, repeating Scodelario word for word through the occasional sob or sniffle from crying. Kaya satisfied with her humiliation of Emma, delivers one more stinging spank and stands up, dumping the beaten actress onto her back, on the floor. Kaya stands over the top the thoroughly defeated Watson, watching as she waves her hands back and forth in front of her, pleading to Scodelario to stop the abuse but Kaya was not in a merciful mood and she grabbed Emma’s discarded dress, wrapping it tight around her throat and began choking her. Watson kicked wildly and tugged at the garment but to no avail and her movements became slower and slower and then stopped as she passed out from the lack of oxygen. Kaya then rolled her victim onto her belly and uses the dress to tie her hands together and then rolling her back over so all can see her, in her defeated glory.
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Sophie Turner (22 - 5’9” 141lbs) vs Kate Beckinsale ( 45 - 5’7” - 121lbs)
Kate Beckinsale has always been supremely confident in her fighting skills and today she was showing why, she was taking the fight to the up and coming Sophie Turner. The young actress had no answer for the brunette’s aggressiveness and was taking a beating, something she was not used to. Kate ruthlessly battered Sophie with combinations that would rock the beautiful red head but to Turner’s credit, she stayed on her feet, desperate to protect herself and mount an offense of her own.
That changed however, when Kate landed an impressive array of punches, that finally dropped Turner to her hands and knees. Beckinsale raised her hands as she strutted around the downed girl, all but certain, the fight was soon to be over. Sophie had other ideas, she took advantage of the time the gloating Kate was giving her to recover and when the moment was right, she shot up and delivered and earth shattering uppercut to the unsuspecting Beckinsale. Kate, not ready for the aggression from the downed girl, was obliterated by the power Sophie put behind her punch and fell backwards like a tree to her back, barely conscious.
Sophie, not wanting to make the same mistake Kate made, straddled her older rival, pinning her arms to her sides. Looking down at the still dazed Kate, she begins slapping her as hard as she could. First with her the front of her hand and then followed by the back of her hand. The first couple snacks brought Kate out of her stupor, only to find that she was trapped and unable to avoid the heavy slaps raining down on her. She cursed at Sophie and lifted up, trying to unseat the red head but to no avail and being the proud woman she is, spit in Turner’s face in disgust and anger. Sophie smiled down at Kate, stopped smacking her so she could wipe the spit from her face, then unleashed a huge right to the trapped Beckinsale’s face. Kate was again almost knocked out, the left side of her face began to swell around a small gash on her cheek, opened by the hard punch. Sophie used her left hand to force Kate to look up at her and delivered another devastating right, this one knocking her out but that didn’t stop Sophie from repeating the attack three more times, before she was satisfied with her handiwork. Sophie stood up, looking to humiliate the older actress a bit, reached down and grabbed Kate by her long hair, lifted her up into a seated position and propped the ko’ed actress against her. She held Kate there, mouth open and blood trickling from her cheek and allowed onlookers to take pictures of the slumbering beauty before she unceremoniously dropped her back to the floor.
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Emilia Clarke (31 - 5’2” 128lbs) vs Natalie Dormer (36 - 5’6” 124)
Emilia was hurt. Natalie was using her quickness and fighting savvy to ruthlessly pick her apart. Emilia would take two or three shots for every one she would manage to land and every time they went to the ground, Dormer would use her longer limbs to defend herself from any hold Clarke attempted, and working back up to her feet, where she wanted to fight.
Now, the two combatants stood facing each other, Natalie with an arrogant smirk still looking fresh and Emilia, battered and tired with blood coming out of her nose and side of her left eye. Dormer, knowing she has Emilia hurt, presses forward and throws a series of punches that backed Clarke up against a wall. Emilia at this point was not fighting back, only doing her best to protect herself but Natalie was unrelenting and as she continued to hammer away at Emilia’s face and body, more and more punches made their way through the weakening defense. Clarke, wilting under the immense pressure, was no longer able to hold up her arms in defense as Dormer pounds her back and forth, with lefts and rights to her face. Barely conscious, the battered Emilia falls forward into Dormer and grabs a hold of her has she slides down her onto her knees, with her face resting on her tormentor’s legs.
Natalie looks down at Emily, who’s still on her knees, desperately holding on to Har and clinging to consciousness, wipes bloody, sweaty hair away from Clarke’s face. “Don’t worry Emilia, it’s almost over” Natalie says as she again flashes that confident smirk, she then pushes out with her knee to knock Clarke off of her and on to the ground. Emilia fell on to her stomach with a soft groan and tried crawling, desperate to get away. Natalie has different plans, she drops down on Emilia’s back, pulls her up by her arms and locks in a camel clutch. Dormer collects all of Clarke’s hair in left hand and pulls her head back to reveal a battered, barely conscious Emilia, who’s quietly groaning out her surrender. Natalie, deciding its time to end things, wraps her right arm tight around Emilia’s throat to add a choke hold to the camel clutch, then leans back to increase the pressure on Clarke. It’s doesn't take long for Emilia’s body to go limp and her eyes close, completely knocked out. Natalie realizing Emilia is done, releases the hold and let’s her drop to the floor in a heap, stands up and walks away still wearing her confident smirk.
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I finally have filmed the first film inspired by this thread. Finish Her 1 is now up and available. Two endings of two fights! And one fighter is a celebrity! Well, in the wrestling genre anyway. Monroe Jamison, the legendary champion of the Female Wrestling Channel.
OK, so it's not Kate Upton and Margot Robbie (though Jessica does resemble her a bit. . . ) but it's not bad. Please take a look and do let me know if I should continue.
https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/131161/20361283/Finish+Her+1
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Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter
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The only sound in the penthouse room was the heavy panting of both beauties. They stood on opposite sides of the room, hunched forward, hands on their knees as they gulped in precious oxygen. But their heads were tilted up enough so that their eyes could lock with one another, and their gaze was filled with pure hatred. The two arch-rivals had engaged in a brutal brawl thus far. What had begun in mini-dresses saw them now reduced to their thongs, their lush bodies drenched with sweat, their alabaster skin marred by scratches and teeth marks. Both Ariel and Abigail had been pushed to the limits of their endurance...and then pushed even beyond that. Each knew that any hope of victory had to be seized swiftly, before exhaustion claimed one of them.
At some unheard signal known only to them, the two hellions charged at one another, howling like banshees, until their collided chest to chest in the center of the room, a spray of perspiration erupting from the impact. Hands tugged at hair, pushed at faces, clutched at flesh as they stumbled around the room. Suddenly Abigail let out a shriek and staggered backward, hand coming up to her right eye, whose vision was now blurred, thanks to Ariel having racked her fingernails over it. An instant later, Winter's left foot lashed up, landing with a thud into the blonde's lower belly, doubling her over with a loud gasp of expelled breath.
"Poor little Abby...so close to winning, only to lose...just like the big fat loser you are," the brunette sneered as she took her nemesis by her French braid ponytail, pulling her head up and back so that her chin jutted out. The follow up was an uppercut to that selfsame chin that left Breslin glassy eyed and on wobbly legs. The blonde managed to stay upright, which seemed to vex her rival at first; Ariel had expected Abigail to drop to the floor, allowing the brunette to finish her off with her signature breast smother. But after a few heartbeats length of time, a new idea came to Winter's mind, and a wicked smile came to her lips.
Reaching her right hand down between Abigail's thighs, while her left hand reached around the blonde's right shoulder, Ariel dipped her knees and with a grunt she managed to lift her opponent up into the air in preparation for a bodyslam that was sure to pummel the last vestiges of power from Breslin's battered body. But Winter couldn't resist showing off her own power, and displaying her helpless rival by turning toward the gathered spectators.
But Breslin wasn't entirely helpless just yet. Held aloft, she began to squirm with all of her might; this threw Ariel off balance, and with a yelp she suddenly fell backward, landing hard to the carpeted floor with the blonde squarely atop her. Moving with all of the haste she could muster, Abigail twisted her body around until she is able to pin the brunette's wrists to the floor and settle her own bodacious bosom down upon the fury-filled face of her arch-nemesis. Ariel thrashes beneath her oppressor, but is just too spent to throw her off, and it isn't long before she is smothered into oblivion.
With tremendous effort that requires her very last vestiges of power, Abigail struggles up off of her now slumbering foe and get back up to her feet. She plants a foot upon Ariel's heaving chest and raises her arms in a victory pose, smirking down at Winter and saying, "The only loser anyone here sees is you, bitch!"
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HWA: Charlize Theron vs Tyra Banks
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Squeals of anguish filled the arena air as Tyra raked Charlize's face along the top rope of the ring, the steel cable searing across her eyelids, the pain leaving the blonde stunned. Once they reached the turnbuckle, Banks pulled her opponent away from the strands, wrapped her arms around Theron's waist to hoist her up, and then spun her 180 degrees so that she could deposit her foe upside down in the corner. Knees bent over the top ropes and feet tucked under the middle cables, Charlize was hung helplessly in a Tree of Woe.
The brunette stepped back to observe her handiwork, and a small, cruel smirk came to her lips. She and Charlize had been the fiercest of rivals for two decades now, their battles among the epic brawls of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance's history, with no sign of the intensity between them abating anytime soon. Now, she had her hated rival at her mercy...and Tyra was well-known for being merciless.
First she softened up the buffed blonde with a flurry of kicks to her taut belly, leaving the strung up beauty moaning and gasping for breath. Tyra then turned and strutted across the length of the ring to the opposite corner, a swell of cheering from her partisans in the crowd as they grasped what was coming next. And what that was is the statuesque sepia Amazon's signature move, the 'Banks Shot'...a Bronco Buster in all but name. Dashing toward her target, Tyra leapt feet first toward Charlize, her legs gliding past either side of the blonde's head. And holding the middle ropes, Banks began thrusting and grinding her groin into her rival's upside down face. Truthfully, the move was more about humiliation than anything else, but Tyra savored the moment all the same.
That finished, the brunette stood up and pulled Theron free of the ropes, then dragged her by the hair to center ring. Now would come the true humiliation of the blonde, as Tyra subjected her to a Stretch Muffler...a maneuver which, dubbed the 'South African Stretcher', was Charlize's one signature finisher. Banks had certainly found herself trapped in it plenty of times. Charlize had sworn that no woman could ever make her submit to the move, and Tyra aimed to prove her wrong tonight.
The pain as her left leg was stretched up and back across her tormentor's shoulders was an electric jolt of agony coursing up and down the blonde's whole body. So great was the pain that the South African native began to bellow in her native Afrikaans, "Oh my Here nee! Die pyn! Asseblief...nie!" Tyra smiled, tugged the limb harder, and sneered, "Don't go getting all native on me, Goldilocks...there's only one true African queen in this ring!"
The referee asked Charlize if she wanted to submit. Tears in her eyes, she bit her lower lip and tried to endure the agony...for all of three seconds more. Then she howled "YES! I GIVE UP!"
Have earned her victory, Banks immediately released the hold, having no further interest in punishing her rival. For she knew that despite this tremendous triumph, it was but another in an endless series of battles between them, and they would be squaring off against one another again someday soon.
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What had started out as a playful arm wrestling competition between the two blondes at a NYC party quickly escalated into a nasty catfight after Morgan slapped Christy after Christy defeated her. Christy returned the slap, thrust her chest into Morgan and called her a bitch. The party goers quickly formed a circle around the two beauties urging them to remove their dresses and fight it out woman to woman. Neither woman wanting to be humiliated in front of the crowd removed their low cut dresses, faced each other in only their panties, lunged at each other, each grabbing two handfuls of their rivals blonde locks. For about 10 minutes the women rolled around the room slapping, grunting, clawing and scratching. Both women, now covered in sweat, breathing heavily, and near exhaustion, got to their feet and engaged in a mutual chest to chest bearhug that would decide this match. Tears began to roll down Morgan's face as it became obvious that Christy was about to "finish her". "Your breaking my ribs," Morgan screamed, "please stop." Christy released her hold, and Morgan fell to the ground sobbing. Christy stood over her and raised her arms in a victory pose to the cheers of the men and women in the room.
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Audrey Whitby vs. Stefanie Scott
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What started out as a pristine and beautiful day in downtown Hollywood for Audrey quickly turned for the worst after getting in a scuffle with fellow Disney cutie Stefanie Scott in the middle of the park! The two never quite saw eye-to-eye and Audrey would start the conflict herself after making a snide comment about Stefanie's dress calling the garment a "dollar-store bargain bin rag." The usually perky and bubbly blonde wasn't normally this catty but she had never liked Scott even when stuck on set together or crossing paths on the red carpet for a teen awards show, but with that comment Whitby inadvertently bit off far more than she could ever chew. Without the protection of a cast and crew surrounding her and a pissed off Stefanie who already had plenty of motivation to teach her rival a lesson, poor Whitby quickly became overwhelmed after Scott suddenly jumped her and a crowd began to form around the two cuties duking it out. Except this was not so much a match but more so just a beatdown with Audrey on the receiving end!
When the dust settled, Scott held the squealing Audrey in a abdominal stretch. The weaker blonde's exposed stomach was stretched and pulled as Stefanie kept up the pressure hooking one of Whitby's arms back and stretching her out more and more! And if that wasn't painful enough, Audrey's soft and yielding belly became too easy to further torment. While keeping the stretch locked in, Stefanie used her other free hand to reach over and clamp on Audrey's milky white tummy flesh for a brutal stomach claw that quickly had Audrey in tears and verbally surrendering the fight! For all the talk about Stefanie's outfit of choice, Audrey was now deeply regretting showing off her thin belly in her skimpy floral crop top. With her body all twisted and stretched out and her stomach getting mauled by Stefanie's grabby hand, the poor girl was about to black out completely. Stefanie sensed her nemesis start to go limp and her screams start to fade away among a mix of moans and groans but she wanted to finish Audrey off with a bang after the snotty comments she had previously made about her choice of attire. Scott released the stomach claw to hoist Audrey bent backwards high in the air before sending her crashing back down in an over the knee backbreaker that stunned everyone in the park with its brutality.
Audrey's body was practically snapped in half over Scott's knee with of course her bare belly covered in red claw marks sticking straight up to the cloudless sky and her upper body dangling helplessly to the grass below clearly blacked out at this point. Stefanie dumped her conquered rival off her knee face-first on the grass and proceeded to bend down and strip Audrey's skimpy top off followed by her tight blue jeans leaving the loser on her stomach in the middle of the park in just a skimpy pair of white lace bra and panties. Stefanie hoisted the clothes over her shoulder, formally Audrey's but now all her property, and adding one last insult to injury she bent down to land one crisp spank on Audrey's jiggling milky white buttcheek before proudly strolling deeper in the park with a new outfit in hand and a leaving her soundly defeated enemy behind having to somehow make it back home after just getting squashed and stripped in the park! One could only hope for Audrey's sake that she would think twice about ever sending shots at Stefanie ever again!
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Leighton Meester vs Kaley Cuoco
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The two lingerie-clad beauties, pressed to the limits of exhaustion, paused in their battling; each on all fours, they both panted heavily for breath, their skins glistening with perspiration, their long manes of hair matted and tangled. Then Kaley began to slowly crawl and hands and knees across large penthouse living room, seeking distance from her adversary so as to better recover from the mutual battering they had been inflicting on one another.
Unfortunately for the blonde, Leighton proved the swifter when it came to crawling, and she quickly caught up to her opponent. Cuoco gave a yelp as Meister's hand grabbed firmly to her flaxen hair and yanked her up on her knees, pulling Kaley's head back until her face tilted up to the ceiling. Thus holding her rival in place, the brunette raised her right arm and began slamming down forearm smashes again and again to Cuoco's chest, the blonde's breasts bouncing wildly out of the cups of her lace bra from the blows, the embattled beauty baying in pain and distress each time. "I'll pound you flat, you over-stuffed tramp!" Meester hissed through clenched teeth.
But the next sound she made was a gurgled shriek, and she toppled to the floor with an anguished moan. This was courtesy of the fist that Kaley had blindly, yet unerringly, driven up between her tormentor's thighs, smashing into her satin-covered womanhood. Both battlers were gasping for breath and mewling in pain, but now it was Cuoco who displayed the great speed as she managed to recover enough to crawl behind Meester, who was only now able to sit up, and with cobra swiftness wrap her right across the brunette's alabaster throat, while her left arm tightened behind her neck, for a Rear Naked Choke. Leighton struggled for breath, her hands tugging haplessly at the strangling limb locked tight upon her, until all too quickly her glazed brown eyes begin to roll up as her lids flutter shut, and then her whole body goes limp.
Kaley gives one last choke to ensure his rival is indeed knocked out, and then she releases her. She tries to rise up in order to strike a victory pose, but her legs refuse to comply, so she simply presses a palm to her beaten foe's heaving chest and raises her other arm in triumph.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Esther Baxter
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The two buxom beauties strained against one another, rivulets of sweat causing their skin to glisten under the penthouse lights. Their bare feet dug into the plush carpeting for traction, and their grunts mixed with growls as each threw every last iota of their dwindling strength into driving the other back.
It was Scarlett who gave ground first, pushed back one step...then another...and another...until finally her back was pressed to the wall. Esther then drove her knee up hard, drilling it into the pit of the blonde's belly, just above the top of her bikini briefs. Johansson gave a pained groan as she gasped for breath, her knees buckling a bit. Baxter pressed her rival's arms to the wall, pinning her upright, and then slammed her 34DDDs into the blonde's 32Ds, causing the tender mounds to compress against Scarlett's own lungs, preventing her from drawing a full breath, and further dazing her. The sepia skinned beauty gave a satisfied half-smile, and then stepped back. Grabbing Johansson by the hair, she dragged her, stumbling and wincing, to the center of the room.
There, Esther slipped one hand down between her opponent's thighs, and threw the other around her shoulder. Dipping her knees, she gave a loud grunt, and in a display of sheer raw power, picked the startled blonde up and held her aloft. "No...no...no...!" Scarlett whimpered, but her pleading did no good as, with an Amazonian roar, Baxter bodyslammed her to the floor. Johansson lay there, spreadeagled, her chest heaving and her glazed eyes staring up blankly at the ceiling. Esther took a dozen or steps back, then rushed toward her prone adversary; jumping up into the air, she came soaring down upon Scarlett like a curvaceous missile of destruction, splashing her lush down down upon that of her rival like a piledriver.
The blonde gave a loud gasp mixed with an anguished groan as she was very nearly battered into unconsciousness. But those last flickers of awareness were cruelly snuffed out as Esther's breasts enveloped the sweaty, red-cheeked face of the hapless beauty, smothering her out utterly.
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Max Black (Kat Dennings, 2 Broke Girls) vs Chloe ( Krysten Ritter, Don't Trust the B---- in Apartment 23)
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Very few women in the New York catfight scene could match Max' prowess or ferocity and Chloe was one of them; but she was also so ruthless, mean and sadistic that there was no no need to speak her name in the business. If someone was talking about "the Bitch", he was talking of Chloe.
And once again Chloe was proving how the nickname was well deserved: after a long fight she was able to strip Max of her bra and used it to tie her arms behind her back; then she took off her own panties and stuffed them in Max' mouth.
With Max blocked and unable to submit, Chloe sat on her opponent belly and with an evil grin she started a session of brutal tit torture, subjecting Max' breasts to every form of abuse she could think of.
Max wriggled and buckled trying to unseat Chloe but then her movements started to fade and she just lied motionless sobbing and moaning desperately while Chloe kept scratching, pinching, biting and slapping her tits.
"Well, well, well" grinned Chloe "I guess it will pass some time before you can flaunt around this big, useless sacks of fat...God I always hated big boobed bimbos like you"
"Stop! Please stop! Don't you see she can't take it anymore?" Screamed a teary-eyed Caroline while two robust security guard prevented her from entering the matted area of the penthouse were the fight was taking place.
"Oh shut up Barbie girl, I'm just having some fun with your friend. Besides she can surrender whenever she wants....oops! No, she can't!" Retorted Chloe with a sadistic smile on her face.
"Fuck you Chloe! We all now why you hate Max! And we all now that beating her will not enhance those pimples you call tits!"
Apparently, Caroline words hit the mark as a furious Chloe sprang up to her feet and went face to face with Caroline.
"Say it again bitch and after I've finished ruin your friend saggy tits I will ruin also your saggy ass!" Hissed the brunette.
"Oh, I forgot that in addition to your teeny-weeny titties you also have a scrawny ass, no wonder you hate real women like me and Max! Come on slut, I'm here, just tell this two guys to step back..."
Chloe kept exchanging threats and insults with Caroline, until she noticed how the blonde was glanching behind her and, suddently realizing the deception, turned around just in time to see Max standing in front of her with her arms still tied behing her back.
Max rised her leg and kicked Chloe right in the crotch with all her might and when her opponent instinctively doubled over she hit her again with a brutal headbutt.
Chloe fell to the ground slamming the back of her head while Max rushed to Caroline asking her to untie her hands. Caroline was almost done when she was violently tackled to the ground by another blonde.
The girl was Chloe friend (somebody said slave) June; the two women started their own private catfight rolling on the ground amongst the cheers of the patrons, happy to have another fight for free.
Meanwhile, a dazed and groggy Chloe stood back to her feet just in time to be pounced from behind by Max who finally was able to free her hand, the busty waitress didn't just want to beat Chloe, she wanted payback and tied her opponent wrists behind her back using the same garment. The, just as Chloe did took of her own panties after rolling Chloe on her back.
"Oh shit..." muttered Chloe when she realized her predictament, before Max stuffed her own panties in her mouth and the procedeed t exposed Chole's tits.
"Well.." Panted Max "I understand why you are so jealous...I had bigger boobs when I was twelve..." and, in a specular replay of what happened before, she began slapping, scratching, pinching and pulling Chloe's brests, while the slender brunette kicked her legs in desperation.
Max however, was too tired to keep torturing her opponent and decided to go for the kill.
"You know...usually I will use my babies to finish you off" she panted "But thanks to you they are too sore and they need to rest....so Chloe let me introduce you to my ass; my ass, this is Chloe" and then she procedeed to turn to Chloe's legs before sitting on her face.
Chloe's features were completely engulfed by Max' glorious asscheecks and soon she passed out by the lack of oxygen.
Max, exausted but proud, stood up posing victorious for the audience before heading were her friend Caroline was still fighting with June, slowly taking the upper hand over her opponent.
"Do you need help?" Asked Max.
"No, this bitch is a wimp" said Caroline, ignoring June's protests "But we don't have all night and I don't like to fight for free!"
"Say no more" Laughed Max as she helped Caroline pin down June and while the blonde was sitting on June belly holding down her hands, Max sat down on the blonde face in a replica of Chloe's defeat.
"Come on June, stop complaining" Laughed Max hearing the blonde's muffled screams "Look at the bright side, contrary to you friend you don't have a gag so you can also not only smell my ass but also taste it: the full experience!"
But June didn't hear the entire sentence as she was already passing out and soon she went completely limp.
The two friends embraced to celebrate their vicotry, but Max was not completely happy: she knew Chloe all too well and she knew that it was only the beginning...
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Great job. Would love to see the other side of the fight between June and Caroline.
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Great job. Would love to see the other side of the fight between June and Caroline.
I wholeheartedly concur! :)
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Alice Eve vs Mila Kunis
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The spectators reflexively cringed at the sound of the THUD, as the blonde's foot swept upward between the brunette's legs and punted brutally into her groin. Mila instantly went knock-kneed, eyes crossing in agony and her mouth falling open; at first no sound emitted, but then an anguished squeak emerged.
Alice just smirked. She had earned a reputation as one of the dirtiest fighters in her native Britain, and she was happy to export her special brand of viciousness to the U.S. It had been a fairly even match between the two up until now, but the Englishwoman's patience had worn thin, and she had decided the time had come to turn the tide in her favor...by any means necessary.
Now wincing in pain, Kunis staggered backward, anxious to put some distance between her and her opponent and gain precious time to recover. Unfortunately, the blonde isn't about to give her the opportunity, and she advances on Mila. Filling her hands with her foe's dark tresses, Alice growls as she throws Kunis face-first to the carpeted floor. She then sits upon the brunette's back, facing her legs, and grabs Mila's left gam, bending in back in a painful half-Boston Crab. But Eve wasn't done yet: with her right hand she clamped a clawhold down upon her adversary's still-throbing womanhood, digging her fingers in as she squeezes. The pain is so great, Mila reverts to her native Russian, her yowls filling the room: "O nyet! Ne to! Ty ubivayesh' menya!" The Brit gave a wicked smile in response.
Just a few minutes of this torture left Kunis limp and semi-conscious from the anguish. Alice released her dual holds and climbed off of her opponent's back. Kneeling alongside Mila, she grabbed her hair and pulled the American's face upward. Eyes glazed and half-closed, the brunette groaned, a trickle of drool in the corner of her mouth. "Do you give up?" Eve said in a tone that was more demand than questioning. "Do you admit you're nothing compared to me?" Pride stills Mila's tongue for all of three seconds, and then with tears in her eyes, she sobs, "Y-yes...I submit...I give up." Triumphantly, Alice stood up, planted a foot on her beaten rival's rear end, and raised her arms in victory.
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Lauren Taylor vs Yara Shahidi
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Nothing is quite as exhilarating as a double debut match. Both green rookies are like magnificent young colts running for the first time; they may be awkward and gangly, but what they lack in skill, they more than make up for with intensity. That truism had been proven yet again in this match, as Lauren and Yara battled one another in a veritable stalemate.
Now they stood opposite one another, panting hard for breath, their manes damp and matted, rivulets of sweat dappling their bodies. Their eyes narrowed into slits of fury as they seethed through gritted teeth. Then, as if on some signal only they can hear, they leap at one another with growls, their bodies slamming together with a wet thud. As they struggle, they stumble around the penthouse floor until finally they collapse to the floor in a heap. There, their bodies writhe together, brown skin twisted with pink, as each tries to overcome the other.
Finally, Lauren manages to get atop Yara's back, and as the dark-haired beauty rolls to her side in an effort to dislodge her opponent, Taylor is able to wrap her legs around Shahidi's waist, even as her arms tighten around her head. Although crudely applied, this sleeper/chokehold and bodyscissors combo proves too devastating for Yara to escape from. "Give up, bitch," the blonde rasps, "or I'll knock your ass out!" "Noooooooo!" the embattled teen moans, "Never! Not to you!"
But for all of her defiance, Yara can't withstand the hold for long, and soon enough her dark eyes go glassy and her lids start to flutter shut, and with a pitiable sigh her supple body goes limp. With a throaty laugh, Taylor releases her hold, then struggles back up on her legs. Standing over the slumbering form of her defeated rival, she plants a foot on Shahidi's chest and raises her arms in triumph, as the spectators burst into cheers.
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I've thought about posting something including Yara but I'm so glad she got her official introduction in a typically great Jackflash piece :D
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Magnificent, my friend. ;D
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Flashback 2005: Evan Rachel Wood vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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Had she more experience, Michelle wouldn't have fallen for Evan's trick. But the ash brown rookie never considered that her equally green (yet remarkably crafty) strawberry blonde opponent was 'playing possum'. In retrospect, Trachtenberg would admit that Wood seemed to succumb far too quickly to the sleeperhold, and that the brunette should have kept it locked on longer, just to be certain. It was a mistake she wouldn't make again.
But unfortunately, she made it on this night. Granted freedom from the devastating hold, Evan suddenly sprang back to live, rocking her rival with slaps to the face and blows to the sides of her head, stunning Trachtenberg. Wood them jumps up on her adversary's back, wrapping her legs around Michelle's waist as her hands cover the brunette's eyes. For a catfighting newcomer, Evan clearly has done her homework, and she knows that in the heat of battle, depriving your opponent of her sense of sight can throw her into complete and utter confusion. And so it is with Trachtenberg, who staggers around the room bearing the weight of her rival on her back, but is unable to compose any sort of effective response because she is bewildered by being rendered blind. So all she can do is whimper and squeal in panic, as her tormentor wears a wicked smile on her face.
Finally Michelle collapses to her knees, and Evan pulls her hands free of the brunette's eyes. Grabbing her foe by the hair, she yanks Trachtenberg's head back until her face looks upward, allowing Wood to drill an elbow strike directly into her forehead, leaving her victim's eyes glazed and spinning in their sockets.
Although finishing her adversary off would be an easy thing now, the blonde opts to have a bit of fun with her foe. Shoving Michelle onto her back, she grabs her long, colt-like legs and folds her body over, until the brunette's bikini-clad read end points up to the ceiling. Evan then delivers a blistering spanking to her rival's derriere, the skin turning bright red from every stinging smack of the palm. Trachtenberg tearfully wails and sobs in pain and humiliation, unable to break free and forced to endure the anguish in her helplessness, while Wood just laughs in this display of her utter dominance.
Finally the spectacle comes to an end. Evan unfolds her opponent's body and shoves her over onto her stomach; mounting Michelle's back, she pulls the brunette's arms up over her bent knees and cups her hands under Trachtenberg's chin, executing a Camel Clutch. Stubbornly, despite the blinding pain to her neck and spine, Michelle refuses to submit...which suits Evan just fine, as she's happy to continue to torment her rival until, at last, Trachtenberg's senses can take the agony no longer, and she slips into semi-consciousness.
Victorious, Wood releases the hold and stand up. She then kick's her opponent's limp body over onto her back, places a foot derisively upon Trachtenberg's tear-streaked face, and flexes her arms in triumph. Then, in an added dollop of disrespect, she wipes the sole of each foot across Michelle's chest, as if she were a doormat, and then turns and struts away, hips swaying in a boastful stride of victory.
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Thanks to FemFightWriter for the inspiration! :)
Max vs Penny
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"Get up Penny!" came a chorus of pleading voices. The blonde sat on the carpeted floor, slackjawed and with glazed eyes spinning as she struggled to regain her senses. She wasn't sure what had happened, but the spectators had seem Max deliver a powerful elbow smash squarely to her rival's forehead, dropping the West Coast blonde unceremoniously on her rear end in a daze.
That the crowd for this evening's match was predominantly in Penny's favor wasn't surprising, as this contest was being held in Los Angeles, where the blonde waitress was the indisputable Queen of apartment wrestling. Max took a gamble agreeing to a fight on her home turf of her arch-nemesis, but the possibility of beating Penny in her own back yard before her most rabid fans was too tantalizing to resist. And at this moment, it appeared that the brunette's gamble was paying off.
Shaking her head, with a groan Penny awkwardly began to push up off of the floor and return to her feet. Opposite her, Max went into a crouch, waiting for the perfect moment. Suddenly she sprang forward, lunging low at her opponent and nailing her with a tackle that flipped the yowling blonde up and over, and sending her crashing back to the floor. She lay there on her back, stunned and moaning. Unable and unwilling to keep the self-satisfied smirk from her face, Max spun around, then leapt up into the air, landing both of her feet flush down upon Penny's breasts. The blonde let out a gurgled scream, followed by wheezing efforts to regain her breath. Utterly spent, all she could do was lay spread eagled on the floor, her body glistening with sweat.
All that was left now was for the East Coast waitress to finish off her foe, but Max was in no hurry to end this. Straddling her rival with a schoolgirl pin, the brunette lowered her chest down under her bare 34DDs dangled over Penny face. But rather than smother her out, Max playfully slapped her 'girls' back and forth against the sides of the bested blonde's face, taunting her: "Bimbo, I beat you in your own town. I own your house, cupcake! You suck soooooooo much!" Penny could only tearfully endure the humiliation as she gasped for precious air, while her partisans sat stunned over the sight of her devastation by the hated New Yorker.
Finally the brunette pressed her orbs down into her adversary's face, subjecting Penny to the defeat she hates the most, the breast smother. The embattled blonde squirmed feebly beneath her tormentor for a few moments, and then was driven into bleak slumber. Rising up, her lush body soaked with sweat but rippling with the thrill of triumph, Max planted a foot defiantly upon the bruised bosom of her bête noire and joyfully smiled and raised her arms in victory. She knew this defeat would only spur Penny on even harder the next time they met, but that was a problem for another day. Tonight, the brunette was simply going to savor her supremacy in this battle of their never-ending war.
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Alicia Vikander (30 - 5’6” - 113lbs) vs Halston Sage (26 - 5’5” - 120lbs)
Alicia and her quickness was frustrating the blonde beauty Halston, so far in the fight she had not been able to land any solid punches on her older rival. Meanwhile, Alicia was picking and choosing her spots wisely, stepping in for quick combos and then quickly backing out of the way of the counters by Sage. Vikander’s problem was, that she was not doing enough damage to her younger, stronger rival but using up a lot of energy.
Alicia, looking for a way to hurt Halston throws a quick kick to her body but telegraphs it, and Sage catches the perfectly tan leg with her left arm. Vikander’s eyes open wide, surprised and scared at her current predicament and is unable to dodge the straight right hands, Sage unloads on her. Halston, finally able to connect, stuns the beautiful actress with the heavy punches and loses grip of Alicia’s leg as she stumbles away. Sage wanting to build on her sudden success, follows the stumbling Alicia and begins pounding away on her, she alternates left and right punches on the Swedish actress that whip her head from side to side. Alicia, now completely loosened up is unable to defend herself as the young blonde hammers away at her. Halston ends the assault with a series meaty body punches that takes the her breath away and finished with a devastating uppercut to the chin, that drops the tanned beauty to the ground.
Alicia, who throughly dominated the beginning of the fight was now being beaten badly, by her younger adversary. The tough actress begins to make her way to her feet when Halston comes over to help her. Pulling Vikander up to her feet, the blonde quickly wraps her arms around the slender frame of Alicia, trapping her arms and squeezes with all her might in a brutal bear hug. Vikander grunts and gasps, as the air is forced from her body and Sage continues to constrict her arms like a Boa, she had never been in a bear hug before. Her energy quickly fading, she whispers her submission in her tormentor’s ear but Halston keeps the hold on until the tan, lithe body in her grasp, goes limp and Alicia’s head rests on her shoulder.
Sage lifts the dead weight that is Alicia over head to show off her strength, walks the poor defeated girl around as her arms and legs hang lifelessly, then drops her to the ground. Halston smiling big, plants her foot on Vikander and flexes her arms, for her victory pose.
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Zoey Deutch (23 - 5’4” 110lbs) vs Sarah Hayland (27 - 5’2” 103lbs)
The battle of the petite actresses was not much of a contest. Zoey wanting to prove herself, decided that the smaller Sarah would be a good match up for her, she was wrong. The older actress was much more experienced than her and Zoey was living up to reputation of having a glass jaw.
Sarah was not known for her power but she nonetheless managed to quickly take control of the fight after connecting with only a few blows to the younger girl’s chin. Zoey clearly had her bell rung and was retreating trying to regain her senses but Sarah was on her and kept the pressure on with another combination of punches to the hurt girl’s face. Zoey was in trouble and fell back into a wall, desperately covering her beautiful face to avoid getting knocked out quickly by her older rival. The experienced Sarah quickly changed tactics and began to attack the slim midsection of Deutch, she lands three quick blows to her belly, each one going in a little deeper and drawing high pitched whimpers from Zoey, who fell forward to her hands and knees after the third one. Sarah was clearly enjoying herself, she had never dominated anyone like this before, she flashed her big beautiful smile as she looked down at the hurt girl before she buried her hand deep into brown trusses and lifted up with a knee to Zooey’s face, knocking her on to her back.
Deutch moaned as she laid on her back, wondering who she could ever beat if someone smaller than her, like Sarah could so easily dominate her. Sarah straddled the down girl and sits on her stomach, she quickly removes Zoey’s shirt, revealing her beautiful milky skin and perky, lace bra covered, breasts. Before Zoey knows what is happening, Sarah clamps down with both hands onto her tender tit flesh and squeezes as hard as she could. Deutch lets out a blood curdling scream and grabs a hold of her attacker’s wrist but Sarah was locked in, and continued to push down, squeeze and twist on her beautiful boobs. Soon high pitched grunts of effort turned into submissive whimpers as Zoey could not stop the torture to her rack and tears began to flow down her cheeks. Sarah had a maniacal look in her eyes as she destroyed the poor girl’s breasts and could feel them soften, almost turn doughy as she continued her assault.
Zoey’s whimpers soon turned into all out crying as she cover her face with her hands, as the pain in her chest was unbearable. Sarah, with Zoey now full on sobbing, let’s go of the mauled breasts and grabs the discarded shirt, wrapping it tightly around the unsuspecting girl’s throat. Deutch quickly grabs at the cloth around her neck, her eyes wide and desperate but she is much too week to stop the inevitable and is choked unconscious. Sarah stands up, removes the rest of Zoey’s clothes and leaves the beautiful unconscious girl, beaten and naked.
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Alexis Ren
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Vs
Rachel Cook
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Alexis Ren (21 - 5’8” 128lbs) vs Rachel Cook (24 - 5’9” 115lbs)
The two beautiful girls both rose to fame via Instagram, Alexis had been by far the more successful of the two, turning her millions of followers into a spot on Dancing With The Stars. Rachel was still looking for her big break and decided she’d make a her own, by beating up and humiliating her Insta rival Alexis. The ultra confident Alexis, having recently been dismantled by the veteran Kate Upton, was more than happy to accept the challenge from the older but less experienced model.
Both girls sporting workout attire and looking extremely fit, met at a mutual friend’s apartment, in front of a select group of onlookers. When the fight started, it became very clear how inexperienced Rachel was and how far in over her head, she was. Alexis quickly took control of the fight, using the older brunette’s wild aggression against her, she easily dodged Rachel’s punches and countered with precise blows to her head and body. The beautiful dark haired model quickly began to show the effects of the blows from her younger rival, blood tricking down from her nose, cheeks swelling, hair sweaty and disheveled and clinging to blood and sweat on her face. Alexis, smiling big and taunting Rachel as she dodged another wild punch, countered again with a blistering right hand that spun the brunette 180 degrees and dropped her to her hands and knees.
Alexis raises her hands above her head as she walks around the downed Rachel, who was beginning to realize just how bad her predicament was, decided to go for a desperation move. Using all of her reserves, she sprung up from her hands and knees and tackled the unsuspecting Ren to the floor. Alexis, surprised by the sudden aggression, was unable to brace herself and hit the floor hard, knocking the wind out of her. Rachel however, was to unskilled and weakened to take advantage, and the move soon backfires on her. Ren quickly recovers and snakes her incredibly tanned legs around Cook’s, perfectly toned and equally tanned midsection and squeezes tight. The pressure draws a pained gasp from Rachel as her body is tortured by Alexis’ perfect legs. She tries to pry the legs apart but her blonde rival quickly subdues them and traps them in a full nelson type maneuver. Alexis knows she’s got Rachel under control and increases the pressure on the body scissors, drawing a breathless grunt from from the trapped girl, and keeps it on until Cook screams out her submission.
Alexis eases the pressure but is not done with Rachel, she rolls her on to her stomach and lifts her up into a camel clutch. Securing both of the beaten brunette’s arms on her knees, she sinks her hands deep into dark trusses and yanks back hard on Cook’s head, while leaning back. Rachel’s back is bent to nearly a C shape and her scalp is on fire from the hair pull, she begins to plead another submission but Alexis keeps the hold locked. Ren, a sly grin appearing on her face, releases Cook’s hair and lets her head slump as she now has a new target in mind, Rachel’s perfect breast. Camel clutch still in place she pulls on her beaten foe’s shirt and sports bra to reveal a perky set of tan orbs. Alexis begins to torture poor Rachel’s breast, mercilessly squeezing, twisting, pinching and yanking, causing Cook to scream out in pain, then curse her tormentor, much to the amusement of Ren, who after a few minutes, releases the damaged breasts and the camel clutch, dropping Rachel to the floor.
Alexis stands up and Rachel quickly rolls into a fetal position and messages her battered body as Ren struts around her victim victoriously. Ren then bends down and removes Cook’s shorts and panties, leaving the incredibly sexy girl completely naked but not to be outdone, Alexis pulls down her own shorts and panties off. Her incredible ass out, she happily models it for the small crowd before getting down on all four and crawling over Rachel’s prone body. Straddling Cook, she put her womanhood right up to her chin and looked down at the trapped girl “Dont worry baby, this will be my first time too.” Alexis then moved forward and began to use Rachel’s face as a sex toy, slowly gliding her pussy back and forth over her nose and mouth, and then a little faster, and the faster. She grabs a hold of her victim’s dark hair as the pleasure mounts and she continues to increase the pace but where most girls would grind down harder and harder, Alexis lift up ever so slightly to increasing her pleasure and slightly exposing Rachel’s face. The small crown was able to see Cook as another women rubbed her privates up and down her mouth and nose. Soon Alexis’ moans grew louder as the excitement built, she then let out a sexy little squeak as her body froze and then convulsed, followed by a rush of cum flowing over Rachel’s face as she climaxes. Ren’s body slackens as she scoots back and leans in towards Rachel, who remain conscious throughout, “next time, it will be your turn” and she sinks two fingers into Cook’s pussy. She gets the dark haired beauty nice and wet, her hips gyrating with the movement of Ren’s fingers as her excitement builds but Alexis removes the fingers, licks Rachel’s juices off of them and kiss her forehead, “next time”.
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Michelle Trachtenberg VS Christina Hendricks
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Terrific story FemFightWriter. Christina's powerful bearhug was too much for Michelle.
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Dove Cameron (22 5’2” 115lbs) vs Sarah Hayland (27 - 5’2” 103lbs)
Dove was hanging out in the VIP section of an exclusive club when she was confronted by Sarah. Hyland had heard and seen enough of the young blond and decided to knock her down a peg or two in front of the celebrity filled room. Cameron was shocked and confused by Sarah’s aggression and hatred towards her and was not looking to fight anyone, she just wanted to have some fun with her friends but Sarah’s yelling continued and every time Dove went to walk away, she would move in front of her and keep her from going anywhere. Dove also knew the older actress was more experienced and despite her size, was known to be a good fighter and would rather prepare for a fight with such a formidable opponent.
Dove’s tipping point however, came when Sarah began to push her fingers into the blonde’s chest as she hurdled the cuss filled insults towards the tiny girl. Cameron’s blood is now boiling, she had had enough from the equally tiny brunette and quickly grabbed her fingers and bent them painfully backwards and down. Sarah let out a surprised and pained yelp as the pain rushed from her hand down into her arm, causing her to drop to her knees, trying to ease the pain. “What the fuck, let me go you little bitch” Sarah screamed through clinched teeth. “I swear to god I’m going to...” but she could finish she was cut off when Dove used her free hand to grab her hair and lift a knee into her head, stunning the older actress. Cameron repeats the brutal assault two more times and then let’s the nearly unconscious Sarah fall forward onto her stomach. Cameron rolls Sarah over on to her back and sits on her midsection “I didn’t want this Sarah” Dove says as she grabs a hold of the front of Hyland’s dress, pulling her off the floor “but you just had to keep going and now, I’m going to make sure you don’t forget this.” and with that, the little blonde delivers a stinging punch with her free hand. She rears back again and unloads another punch into Sarah’s face, then again and again, each one drawing a pained moan from Hyland and a gasp from the small group in the VIP lounge watching it all unfold.
Dove destroys poor Sarah with punch after punch, turning the older girl’s face into a bloody, swelled mess which is barely recognizable, only stopping when her friends tell her Hyland had had enough. Cameron wipes her bloody hand off on Sarah’s dress, stands up to examine her handy work and gets ready to go back to enjoying the night with her friends but before she does, she leans down and grabs the still conscious Sarah, who was softly crying and moaning, by her hair and drags the lifeless girl out of the VIP area.
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Shailene Woodley VS Jennifer Lawence (The S.A.G Party)
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After the SAG (Screen Actors Guild) Award in which Jenifer had picked up yet another award Jennifer and several of her friends including Shailene decide to go back to Jens penthouse to keep the party going and the drinks flowing but for Shailene it was not a fun experience. Jennifer constantly mocking Shailene, saying that her acting in the divergent series of films was simply embarrassing and that it was because of that the series was never completed. Shailene just kept quiet but behind the smile she was feeling a level of rage she had never felt before, imagining some of the horrifying things she wanted to do to Jennifer.
After about an hour the rest of the girls decided to call it a night leaving Shailene and Jennifer in the penthouse alone. Shailene quickly called out Jennifer “so do you get some sort of kick mocking my acting ability’s”. Jennifer replies “don’t be such a stroppy bitch”. It was at this point Shailene saw red and dived across the room hoping to give Jennifer a beating she would never forget. For the next 5 minutes there’s a lot of banging and screaming coming from Jennifer’s suite which eventually goes quiet.
Inside the room is a horrifying site for Shailene fans as she is on her knees at the side of Jennifer’s bed, Jennifer has her legs wrapped tightly around Shailene’s neck squeezing tightly and randomly slapping the trapped victim saying “I put my reputation on the line recommending you for the divergent films and you can’t even be bother to complete them, I’m going to put you out bitch” Jennifer switches to a figure four front head scissor making sure Shailene’s noise is pressed into her pussy. She lies back on her bead letting her legs play with their victim. Shailene soon stops struggling and passes out from either the pressure of Jennifer’s legs or by being smothered by her pussy.
Shailene wake up to find out that it is morning and that she had been sucking on a heel of Jennifer’s Gucci shoe and that the other had been laid on her passed out face. She starts to remember what happened the night before and decides to sneak past the sleeping Jennifer go home, rather than risk another beating. As she tiptoes past the Jennifer, she sees herself in the mirror “Jennifer’s bitch” written in lipstick on her forehead, she begins to rage again.
Shailene removes her top and bra and slowly crawls on top of Jennifer being careful not to wake her when her when she gets to eyelevel, she spits on Jennifer’s face saying “Wake up slut” Jennifer eye’s open to the site of Shailene’s breasts hovering over her face, before she can say a word, they envelope her face. Shailene secures the hold by wrapping her arms around Jennifer head “now it’s your time to get knocked out bitch”. Jennifer puts up a fight trying to bite Shailene’s nipples. Jennifer who is noted for her big breasts, is falls prey to Shailene’s bigger, firmer, younger pair eventually lapsing into unconsciousness Shailene giggles and peels Jennifer’s face from between her breasts.
Shailene then decides to make sure Jennifer would never make fun of her again she removes her panties and grabs her phone, she wastes not time mounting the unconsciousness Jennifer’s face and grinding away, Jennifer soon regain conciseness and is instructed by Shailene that the sooner she orgasms the sooner this nightmare will be over for her. Jennifer starts to worship and lick Shailene’s pussy after what must have seemed like ages for poor Jennifer Shailene goes ridged grabs her phone and videos the last few seconds of her orgasm which showed herself being worshipped by Jennifer’s tongue and her Cumming and squirting over Jennifer’s face.
Shailene falls back onto the mattress giggling and smiling before quickly rolling off the bead putting her panties back on taking her phone and issuing a warning get ready for “Jennifer Lawrence the fapping part 2 Lesbian edition”.
The video made it out on to the net, because Shailene face cannot be seen in the video Jennifer decides to go into hiding rather than try to explain it all. Within a year her imdb ranking had dropped over 2000 places and she had become an afterthought and cautionary tale in Hollywood. With the only movies being offered her involving a lesbian love story with a woman played by Lindsey Lohan.
And Shailene became the new face of Hollywood
End.
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Shailene Woodley VS Jennifer Lawence (The S.A.G Party)
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After the SAG (Screen Actors Guild) Award in which Jenifer had picked up yet another award Jennifer and several of her friends including Shailene decide to go back to Jens penthouse to keep the party going and the drinks flowing but for Shailene it was not a fun experience. Jennifer constantly mocking Shailene, saying that her acting in the divergent series of films was simply embarrassing and that it was because of that the series was never completed. Shailene just kept quiet but behind the smile she was feeling a level of rage she had never felt before, imagining some of the horrifying things she wanted to do to Jennifer.
After about an hour the rest of the girls decided to call it a night leaving Shailene and Jennifer in the penthouse alone. Shailene quickly called out Jennifer “so do you get some sort of kick mocking my acting ability’s”. Jennifer replies “don’t be such a stroppy bitch”. It was at this point Shailene saw red and dived across the room hoping to give Jennifer a beating she would never forget. For the next 5 minutes there’s a lot of banging and screaming coming from Jennifer’s suite which eventually goes quiet.
Inside the room is a horrifying site for Shailene fans as she is on her knees at the side of Jennifer’s bed, Jennifer has her legs wrapped tightly around Shailene’s neck squeezing tightly and randomly slapping the trapped victim saying “I put my reputation on the line recommending you for the divergent films and you can’t even be bother to complete them, I’m going to put you out bitch” Jennifer switches to a figure four front head scissor making sure Shailene’s noise is pressed into her pussy. She lies back on her bead letting her legs play with their victim. Shailene soon stops struggling and passes out from either the pressure of Jennifer’s legs or by being smothered by her pussy.
Shailene wake up to find out that it is morning and that she had been sucking on a heel of Jennifer’s Gucci shoe and that the other had been laid on her passed out face. She starts to remember what happened the night before and decides to sneak past the sleeping Jennifer go home, rather than risk another beating. As she tiptoes past the Jennifer, she sees herself in the mirror “Jennifer’s bitch” written in lipstick on her forehead, she begins to rage again.
Shailene removes her top and bra and slowly crawls on top of Jennifer being careful not to wake her when her when she gets to eyelevel, she spits on Jennifer’s face saying “Wake up slut” Jennifer eye’s open to the site of Shailene’s breasts hovering over her face, before she can say a word, they envelope her face. Shailene secures the hold by wrapping her arms around Jennifer head “now it’s your time to get knocked out bitch”. Jennifer puts up a fight trying to bite Shailene’s nipples. Jennifer who is noted for her big breasts, is falls prey to Shailene’s bigger, firmer, younger pair eventually lapsing into unconsciousness Shailene giggles and peels Jennifer’s face from between her breasts.
Shailene then decides to make sure Jennifer would never make fun of her again she removes her panties and grabs her phone, she wastes not time mounting the unconsciousness Jennifer’s face and grinding away, Jennifer soon regain conciseness and is instructed by Shailene that the sooner she orgasms the sooner this nightmare will be over for her. Jennifer starts to worship and lick Shailene’s pussy after what must have seemed like ages for poor Jennifer Shailene goes ridged grabs her phone and videos the last few seconds of her orgasm which showed herself being worshipped by Jennifer’s tongue and her Cumming and squirting over Jennifer’s face.
Shailene falls back onto the mattress giggling and smiling before quickly rolling off the bead putting her panties back on taking her phone and issuing a warning get ready for “Jennifer Lawrence the fapping part 2 Lesbian edition”.
The video made it out on to the net, because Shailene face cannot be seen in the video Jennifer decides to go into hiding rather than try to explain it all. Within a year her imdb ranking had dropped over 2000 places and she had become an afterthought and cautionary tale in Hollywood. With the only movies being offered her involving a lesbian love story with a woman played by Lindsey Lohan.
And Shailene became the new face of Hollywood
End.
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very nice
i love thise type of stuff
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Sabrina Carpenter & Brec Bassinger vs. Yara Shahidi & Zendaya Coleman
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"Oh look, Bri...they're trying to get up. They still think they have a chance to win!"
"OMG, that's totes adorbs, Brecky! They're just so cute when they fail."
The two bikini-clad blondes stood snickering over their felled opponents, hands on their hips and smirks on their deceptively cherubic faces. Sprawled on the floor at their feet were Zendaya and Yara, glassy-eyed and groaning. And the sepia sirens aren't the only ones utterly shocked at the dominance of Carpenter and Bassinger; the near-universal pre-match consensus among the elite spectators gathered in the penthouse for this special two-on-two catfight was that the blondes were in way over their heads, and would be lucky to last five minutes. But it took the duo a whole lot less time than that to seize control of the brawl and to steamroll their confounded foes.
Struggling just to sit up, Shahidi and Coleman were thwarted as Brec and Sabrina each raised a foot and pushed it against the chest of her opposite number, knocking them flat onto their backs again. The blondes followed this up with stomps to their opponents' bellies, driving precious breath from their lungs and weakening them even further. The flaxen-haired beauties had displayed a remarkably well-coordinated offensive right from the very start, working in tandem with one another to overwhelm Yara and Zendaya, frequently employing identical moves simultaneously on them. It was a brilliant strategy that had brought them to the cusp of victory.
Now, they deviated from that coordination as each opted for a different submission hold. But if their embattled adversaries entertained any hope that this change of plans might provide a chance to turn the tide, they were swiftly...and agonizingly...disabused of that notion.
Brec rolled Yara over onto her stomach, grabbed her legs, and bent them back at the knees. Crossing her opponent's ankles, Bassinger pressed a knee against them to keep the legs pinned down. She then reached forward and fishhooked her index fingers into the corners of Sahidi's mouth, stretching her lips into a grotesque rictus that drew squeals of anguish from the victim as she yanked her head back.
At the same time, Sabrina hauled the whimpering Coleman up by her tangled hair and twisted the dark-skinned beauty's body against her own in an Abdominal Stretch. For added torment, the expensively manicured nail of Carpenter's right index finger found her rival's belly button, and stabbed into it, drawing howls from Zendaya.
The two blondes continued torturing their opponents for several minutes until both Yara and Zendaya, tears streaming down their faces, could take the pain no longer, and they both sobbed out their surrenders. Releasing them, Sabrina and Brec first stripped the beaten girls of their matching red bikinis, the blondes claiming them as their trophies. Dazzling smiles beaming on their rosy-cheeked faces, the triumphant pair then victory posed over their conquered rivals, holding the purloined bikinis aloft for all to see as the beaten girls wept in agony and shame.
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Kelsey & Baylee Soles vs Shauna & Shannon Baker
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Always looking for ways to spice up matches, someone had the bright idea of a "Thanksgiving Brawl", a 2-versus-2 catfight. On one side stood the 'Pilgrims', blonde British twins Kelsey and Baylee, clad in Puritanical black bikinis, and opposite them were Native American twins Shauna and Shannon, garbed in faux deer skin bikinis.
Despite their angelic features, the Soles sisters proved more than adept at dirty fighting, punishing the Bakers time and again with painfully brutal tactics. "Our forefathers put the savages in their place, and now we're going to do that to you," Kelsey sneered contemptuously. However, the American brunettes proved to be quick learners, and eventually were dishing out just as much punishment as they were receiving. "We're going to do what our ancestors should have done...kick your asses all the way back to England!" growls Shannon.
Now, both duos struggle to stave off exhaustion, their nubile bodies drenched with sweat as all four pant heavily for breath. The Bakers hold the upper hand, loudly agreeing with one another to Irish Whip their rivals from opposite ends of the room and let them crash together. This strikes observers as poor strategy, as the Native American twins have just announced to their opponents what their next move is. And indeed, small smirks come to the identical mouths of the blonde Brits; they know just what to do now.
Shannon and Shauna grasp their adversaries by an arm and whip them toward one another. Forewarned, Baylee and Kelsey do not collide with one another, but rather adjust their trajectories so that they pass by...or rather they would, if they didn't each hook their right arms together. Their dual momentum causes each to spin around 180°, and suddenly they're charging right back at their rivals, ready to tackle the startled Americans down.
Except that the Bakers aren't startled at all. It hasn't dawned on the Soles that their opponents had intentionally tipped their hand, knowing the blondes would react just this way. For even as Kelsey and Bayley rush full-tilt toward them, the Bakers go into slight crouches, and then leap up into the air, lashing out with their legs, their feet slamming like tomahawks into the faces of their oncoming attackers. The English lasses are reduced to stupors before their bodies even hit the penthouse floor.
Simultaneous victory poses by the triumphant Indian twins are the dessert to what has proven to be a most sumptuous Thanksgiving "meal" of mayhem.
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Battle of the Nerdy Girls: Karina Gould vs Niki Ashton
Karina desperately tried to grab a breath but her arch-enemy Niki was relentless in pressing her breasts flush against the face of the blonde, stuffing her titflesh tight against Karina’s mouth and nose. Karina was sprawled across the bottom ropes in a corner of the wrestling ring. Niki was sitting on her lap, her arms wrapped around the back of Karina’s head, pulling it into the furnace of her chest.
A foggy-headed Karina could not figure out how things had reached this point. She and Niki had been rivals for years but the blonde had clearly established her dominance in recent years. Their last match, fought in bikinis in an oil pit, had been typical. Karina had choked out Niki with a pitiless figure four head scissors that had reduced the brunette to a drooling mess. The previous match to that one, a no-holds barred catfight fought in lingerie in an apartment, had ended with Karina smashing a bookshelf over Niki’s head, knocking Ashton out. Karina had then hog-tied her and took a number of victory poses before posting them on Instagram.
Their current match had started out much the same way. Karina, who was dressed in a skimpy, green, one-piece swimsuit, had womanhandled Niki in the opening minutes, applying one wrestling hold after another in quick succession - a headlock, an armbar, an abdominal stretch…
Little did she know though that Niki had taken special precautions to make sure this match would end differently. She had applied a fast-acting sedative on to her fingernails. As Karina pulled her in close during the abdominal stretch, Niki had scratched the top of the blonde’s thighs. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the blonde started feeling groggy and sluggish.
Niki, who was wearing a sexy, black swimsuit cut high at the hips, turned the tide of the match by pushing Karina away and then tagging her with a quick left/right combination on her chin. This was normally an attack the quick Karina could dodge but not this time. Her face was frozen in shock and confusion after the powerful punches rocked her. Niki than grabbed her by the shoulders and absolutely NAILED her with a knee to the pussy.
Karina crumbled like a puppet with her strings caught, clutching at her womanhood, her eyebrows arched in pain and almost brought to the verge of tears.
An excited Niki then took a half second to measure her next move before dropping a crushing elbow onto the top of the blonde’s head. BAM! The move worked like gangbusters and further discombobulated Karina.
Nikki then took a step back before firing a series of vicious kicks to Karina’s chin, further rattling her opponent’s brain. The crowd counted along 1-2-3-4…every time a beaming Niki connected again.
Finally, Karina laid sprawled out on her back in the middle of the ring. Niki straddled her, used one arm to apply a headlock and hold Karina’s face steady and used the other arm to piston one punch after another into the blonde’s chin. BAM! BAM! BAM! The rain of punches was relentless.
Finally, a gasping Niki took a short breather to admire her work. Karina was nearly unconscious, her arms splayed above her head, her back flat against the mat and Niki still sitting on her lap.
The brunette then applied a nerve hold: jamming her fingers into the blonde’s trapezius muscles. Karina froze in agony as Niki ground her thumb into the pit of the blonde’s neck. Her eyes were wide open in shock, her legs and arms frozen in agony. A smiling Niki was delighted with the effects of her nerve hold. She leaned over and whispered in her arch rival’s era…
“What’s the matter, Karina? Does that hurt a little?”
Karina could only sputter in reply.
After a few more agonizing minutes, Niki grabbed a handful of Karina’s hair and dragged her into a corner of the ring. She propped up the blonde against the bottom ropes. She then pulled down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit and wriggled down the upper half, freeing her perky breasts.
“Are you ready to eat tit, K? HERE! EAT SOME TIT!” Niki cackled before plunging her breasts into her enemy’s face.
This is where we came in: with Karina desperately trying to catch a breath. Every now and then she was able to wiggle free for a half-second but Niki was not about to let her off the hook and would quickly reapply the breast smother over and over.
The whole time Karina was trying to break free, Niki was trash talking her, calling her a ‘loser”, “slut” “weak” over and over, breaking her spirit at the same time as her broke her down physically.
Finally after breast smothering her almost to the point of unconsciousness, Niki took a short break.
“Hey, no fair, I’m topless but you’re not!” she teased. She then remedied that situation by pulling down Karina’s swimsuit, exposing the blonde’s breasts. Hundreds of flashing lights illuminated the ringside as fans took photos memorializing Karina’s humiliation.
“Ah! I can see why now: what pathetic tits!” taunted Niki, insulting what were in fact Karina’s perfectly nice breasts.
Niki then grabbed Karina’s by the ankles and dragged her back into the middle of the ring. She then plopped her ass smack onto Karina’s face.
“This is how it ends for you bitch. With my ass in your stupid face. Lights out loser!” Niki exclaimed.
A destroyed Karina could do very little as Niki’s cheeks enveloped her pretty face. Niki pressed her full weight onto the blonde’s face, not letting in even an inch of daylight or air. Niki then just leeeeeeeaaaaaaned back and let the ass smother work its magic.
She thought back to all the times that Karina had beaten and humiliated her, how it felt to be back to the changing room with the crowd booing her and throwing garbage at her. How it felt to dwell over her latest loss as she showed afterwards, examining all the bruises over her body. Now it was Karina that was going to suffer all that humiliation. The thought made her smile.
Finally she came out of her reverie, realizing dimly that she had been sitting on Karina’s face for several minutes now and she might be at risk of taking out her rival for good. She lifted herself off of Karina’s face and looked down at the damage she had done. The blonde was still breathing but was in a deep, deep slumber, entirely wrecked by the beating she had endured, culminated by the long, pitiless ass smother.
A delighted Niki signaled to her corner to toss her some burlap rope she had brought to ringside. She then flipped Karina over and used the rope to tie up her arms behind her back, then her feet and then wrapped up the pretty blonde in a hogtie.
Niki then took a series of posed photographs with the bound Karina, holding her face up with a handful of hair and showing off how thoroughly beaten the blonde was. After a few minutes of this, Niki finally let go and Karina’s plopped down lifelessly onto the mat.
Although Niki had taken a shortcut to victory tonight, she was confident that the severity of the beating had broken Karina’s confidence and the next time they met she would come out on top again. “I’m in your head now, bitch,” Nikki seethed. ‘I own you slut and don’t you forget it.”
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Leah Van Dale (WWE’s Carmella) vs Brandi Rhodes
Leah desperately tried to grab a breath but her arch-enemy Brandi was relentless in pressing her breasts flush against the face of the blonde, stuffing her titflesh tight against Leah’s mouth and nose. Leah was sprawled across the bottom ropes in a corner of the wrestling ring. Brandi was sitting on her lap, her arms wrapped around the back of Leah’s head, pulling it into the furnace of her chest.
A foggy-headed Leah could not figure out how things had reached this point. She and Brandi had been rivals for years but the blonde had clearly established her dominance in recent months. Their last match, fought in bikinis in an oil pit, had been typical. Leah had choked out Brandi with a pitiless figure four head scissors that had reduced the brunette to a drooling mess. The previous match to that one, a no-holds barred catfight fought in lingerie in an apartment, had ended with Leah smashing a bookshelf over Brandi’s head, knocking Rhodes out. Leah had then hog-tied her and took a number of victory poses before posting them on Instagram.
Their current match had started out much the same way. Leah, who was dressed in a skimpy, green, one-piece swimsuit, had womanhandled Brandi in the opening minutes, applying one wrestling hold after another in quick succession - a headlock, an armbar, an abdominal stretch…
Little did she know though that Brandi had taken special precautions to make sure this match would end differently. She had applied a fast-acting sedative on to her fingernails. As Leah pulled her in close during the abdominal stretch, Brandi had scratched the top of the blonde’s thighs. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the blonde started feeling groggy and sluggish.
Brandi, who was wearing a sexy, black swimsuit cut high at the hips, turned the tide of the match by pushing Leah away and then tagging her with a quick left/right combination on her chin. This was normally an attack the quick Leah could dodge but not this time. Her face was frozen in shock and confusion after the powerful punches rocked her. Brandi than grabbed her by the shoulders and absolutely NAILED her with a knee to the pussy.
Leah crumbled like a puppet with her strings caught, clutching at her womanhood, her eyebrows arched in pain and almost brought to the verge of tears.
An excited Brandi then took a half second to measure her next move before dropping a crushing elbow onto the top of the blonde’s head. BAM! The move worked like gangbusters and further discombobulated Leah.
Nikki then took a step back before firing a series of vicious kicks to Leah’s chin, further rattling her opponent’s brain. The crowd counted along 1-2-3-4…every time a beaming Brandi connected again.
Finally, Leah laid sprawled out on her back in the middle of the ring. Brandi straddled her, used one arm to apply a headlock and hold Leah’s face steady and used the other arm to piston one punch after another into the blonde’s chin. BAM! BAM! BAM! The rain of punches was relentless.
Finally, a gasping Brandi took a short breather to admire her work. Leah was nearly unconscious, her arms splayed above her head, her back flat against the mat and Brandi still sitting on her lap.
The brunette then applied a nerve hold: jamming her fingers into the blonde’s trapezius muscles. Leah froze in agony as Brandi ground her thumb into the pit of the blonde’s neck. Her eyes were wide open in shock, her legs and arms frozen in agony. A smiling Brandi was delighted with the effects of her nerve hold. She leaned over and whispered in her arch rival’s era…
“What’s the matter, Leah? Does that hurt a little?”
Leah could only sputter in reply.
After a few more agonizing minutes, Brandi grabbed a handful of Leah’s hair and dragged her into a corner of the ring. She propped up the blonde against the bottom ropes. She then pulled down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit and wriggled down the upper half, freeing her perky breasts.
“Are you ready to eat tit, Leah? HERE! EAT SOME TIT!” Brandi cackled before plunging her breasts into her enemy’s face.
This is where we came in: with Leah desperately trying to catch a breath. Every now and then she was able to wiggle free for a half-second but Brandi was not about to let her off the hook and would quickly reapply the breast smother over and over.
The whole time Leah was trying to break free, Brandi was trash talking her, calling her a ‘loser”, “slut” “weak” over and over, breaking her spirit at the same time as her broke her down physically.
Finally after breast smothering her almost to the point of unconsciousness, Brandi took a short break.
“Hey, no fair, I’m topless but you’re not!” she teased. She then remedied that situation by pulling down Leah’s swimsuit, exposing the blonde’s breasts. Hundreds of flashing lights illuminated the ringside as fans took photos memorializing Leah’s humiliation.
“Ah! I can see why now: what pathetic tits!” taunted Brandi, insulting what were in fact Leah’s perfectly nice breasts.
Brandi then grabbed Leah’s by the ankles and dragged her back into the middle of the ring. She then plopped her ass smack onto Leah’s face.
“This is how it ends for you bitch. With my ass in your stupid face. Lights out loser!” Brandi exclaimed.
A destroyed Leah could do very little as Brandi’s cheeks enveloped her pretty face. Brandi pressed her full weight onto the blonde’s face, not letting in even an inch of daylight or air. Brandi then just leeeeeeeaaaaaaned back and let the ass smother work its magic.
She thought back to all the times that Leah had beaten and humiliated her, how it felt to be back to the changing room with the crowd booing her and throwing garbage at her. How it felt to dwell over her latest loss as she showed afterwards, examining all the bruises over her body. Now it was Leah that was going to suffer all that humiliation. The thought made her smile.
Finally she came out of her reverie, realizing dimly that she had been sitting on Leah’s face for several minutes now and she might be at risk of taking out her rival for good. She lifted herself off of Leah’s face and looked down at the damage she had done. The blonde was still breathing but was in a deep, deep slumber, entirely wrecked by the beating she had endured, culminated by the long, pitiless ass smother.
A delighted Brandi signaled to her corner to toss her some burlap rope she had brought to ringside. She then flipped Leah over and used the rope to tie up her arms behind her back, then her feet and then wrapped up the pretty blonde in a hogtie.
Brandi then took a series of posed photographs with the bound Leah, holding her face up with a handful of hair and showing off how thoroughly beaten the blonde was. After a few minutes of this, Brandi finally let go and Leah’s plopped down lifelessly onto the mat.
Although Brandi had taken a shortcut to victory tonight, she was confident that the severity of the beating had broken Leah’s confidence and the next time they met she would come out on top again. “I’m in your head now, bitch,” Nikki seethed. ‘I own you slut and don’t you forget it.”
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Leah Van Dale (WWE’s Carmella) vs Brandi Rhodes
Leah desperately tried to grab a breath but her arch-enemy Brandi was relentless in pressing her breasts flush against the face of the blonde, stuffing her titflesh tight against Leah’s mouth and nose. Leah was sprawled across the bottom ropes in a corner of the wrestling ring. Brandi was sitting on her lap, her arms wrapped around the back of Leah’s head, pulling it into the furnace of her chest.
A foggy-headed Leah could not figure out how things had reached this point. She and Brandi had been rivals for years but the blonde had clearly established her dominance in recent months. Their last match, fought in bikinis in an oil pit, had been typical. Leah had choked out Brandi with a pitiless figure four head scissors that had reduced the brunette to a drooling mess. The previous match to that one, a no-holds barred catfight fought in lingerie in an apartment, had ended with Leah smashing a bookshelf over Brandi’s head, knocking Rhodes out. Leah had then hog-tied her and took a number of victory poses before posting them on Instagram.
Their current match had started out much the same way. Leah, who was dressed in a skimpy, green, one-piece swimsuit, had womanhandled Brandi in the opening minutes, applying one wrestling hold after another in quick succession - a headlock, an armbar, an abdominal stretch…
Little did she know though that Brandi had taken special precautions to make sure this match would end differently. She had applied a fast-acting sedative on to her fingernails. As Leah pulled her in close during the abdominal stretch, Brandi had scratched the top of the blonde’s thighs. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the blonde started feeling groggy and sluggish.
Brandi, who was wearing a sexy, black swimsuit cut high at the hips, turned the tide of the match by pushing Leah away and then tagging her with a quick left/right combination on her chin. This was normally an attack the quick Leah could dodge but not this time. Her face was frozen in shock and confusion after the powerful punches rocked her. Brandi than grabbed her by the shoulders and absolutely NAILED her with a knee to the pussy.
Leah crumbled like a puppet with her strings caught, clutching at her womanhood, her eyebrows arched in pain and almost brought to the verge of tears.
An excited Brandi then took a half second to measure her next move before dropping a crushing elbow onto the top of the blonde’s head. BAM! The move worked like gangbusters and further discombobulated Leah.
Nikki then took a step back before firing a series of vicious kicks to Leah’s chin, further rattling her opponent’s brain. The crowd counted along 1-2-3-4…every time a beaming Brandi connected again.
Finally, Leah laid sprawled out on her back in the middle of the ring. Brandi straddled her, used one arm to apply a headlock and hold Leah’s face steady and used the other arm to piston one punch after another into the blonde’s chin. BAM! BAM! BAM! The rain of punches was relentless.
Finally, a gasping Brandi took a short breather to admire her work. Leah was nearly unconscious, her arms splayed above her head, her back flat against the mat and Brandi still sitting on her lap.
The brunette then applied a nerve hold: jamming her fingers into the blonde’s trapezius muscles. Leah froze in agony as Brandi ground her thumb into the pit of the blonde’s neck. Her eyes were wide open in shock, her legs and arms frozen in agony. A smiling Brandi was delighted with the effects of her nerve hold. She leaned over and whispered in her arch rival’s era…
“What’s the matter, Leah? Does that hurt a little?”
Leah could only sputter in reply.
After a few more agonizing minutes, Brandi grabbed a handful of Leah’s hair and dragged her into a corner of the ring. She propped up the blonde against the bottom ropes. She then pulled down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit and wriggled down the upper half, freeing her perky breasts.
“Are you ready to eat tit, Leah? HERE! EAT SOME TIT!” Brandi cackled before plunging her breasts into her enemy’s face.
This is where we came in: with Leah desperately trying to catch a breath. Every now and then she was able to wiggle free for a half-second but Brandi was not about to let her off the hook and would quickly reapply the breast smother over and over.
The whole time Leah was trying to break free, Brandi was trash talking her, calling her a ‘loser”, “slut” “weak” over and over, breaking her spirit at the same time as her broke her down physically.
Finally after breast smothering her almost to the point of unconsciousness, Brandi took a short break.
“Hey, no fair, I’m topless but you’re not!” she teased. She then remedied that situation by pulling down Leah’s swimsuit, exposing the blonde’s breasts. Hundreds of flashing lights illuminated the ringside as fans took photos memorializing Leah’s humiliation.
“Ah! I can see why now: what pathetic tits!” taunted Brandi, insulting what were in fact Leah’s perfectly nice breasts.
Brandi then grabbed Leah’s by the ankles and dragged her back into the middle of the ring. She then plopped her ass smack onto Leah’s face.
“This is how it ends for you bitch. With my ass in your stupid face. Lights out loser!” Brandi exclaimed.
A destroyed Leah could do very little as Brandi’s cheeks enveloped her pretty face. Brandi pressed her full weight onto the blonde’s face, not letting in even an inch of daylight or air. Brandi then just leeeeeeeaaaaaaned back and let the ass smother work its magic.
She thought back to all the times that Leah had beaten and humiliated her, how it felt to be back to the changing room with the crowd booing her and throwing garbage at her. How it felt to dwell over her latest loss as she showed afterwards, examining all the bruises over her body. Now it was Leah that was going to suffer all that humiliation. The thought made her smile.
Finally she came out of her reverie, realizing dimly that she had been sitting on Leah’s face for several minutes now and she might be at risk of taking out her rival for good. She lifted herself off of Leah’s face and looked down at the damage she had done. The blonde was still breathing but was in a deep, deep slumber, entirely wrecked by the beating she had endured, culminated by the long, pitiless ass smother.
A delighted Brandi signaled to her corner to toss her some burlap rope she had brought to ringside. She then flipped Leah over and used the rope to tie up her arms behind her back, then her feet and then wrapped up the pretty blonde in a hogtie.
Brandi then took a series of posed photographs with the bound Leah, holding her face up with a handful of hair and showing off how thoroughly beaten the blonde was. After a few minutes of this, Brandi finally let go and Leah’s plopped down lifelessly onto the mat.
Although Brandi had taken a shortcut to victory tonight, she was confident that the severity of the beating had broken Leah’s confidence and the next time they met she would come out on top again. “I’m in your head now, bitch,” Nikki seethed. ‘I own you slut and don’t you forget it.”
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Emmy Rossum (32 - 5’6” 121lbs) vs Shay Mitchell (31 - 5’8” - 134lbs)
No one knew what started the tussle between the two beautiful actresses but it became very apparent that they did not like each other and they wanted to hurt each other as much as possible. Both Emmy and Shay were very fit and they both had good fighting skills but as the fight wore on and both of them began to wear down, it was Shay and her much longer wingspan, that began to take control of the fight. She was consistently landing jabs through Emmy’s defenses and the blows were beginning to loosen Rossum up.
Mitchell, recognizing Emmy was hurting, doubled down looking to put Rossum away, followed a stiff jab with a left right combination that buckled the brunette’s knees as she staggered backwards away from her rival. Shay followed Emmy and landed right hook that put Rossum down, she fell onto her back and was looking up with a dazed blank stare. Shay stood over Emmy, looking down at her rival with a combination of contempt and satisfaction, reached down and pulled the beautiful actress up slightly by her shirt. “I’m not done with you yet, bitch!” Shay spat as she let Emmy drop back down to the floor.
Mitchell, paced around a moment trying to decide how to end the fight, smiled bright once she decided. She walked back to the still daze Emmy, reached down and sunk her hair deep into brown curls and pulled Rossum up to her hands and knees and walked her around in a sort of walk of shame, pulling the beaten actress around by her hair. Once she stopped with the humiliating walk, she pulled Emmy’s head between her thighs and applied a standing head scissors. She pulled on the curly brown hair mercilessly and her perfectly tanned and toned legs squeezed the life out of Emmy. Rossum yelped and clawed at Mitchell’s legs but was too weak and soon her movements slowed and then stopped but Shay held her head in place, she let her hair go and the ko’ed Emmy hung lifelessly between her legs. She raised her hands in victory with a big smile and then pulled Emmy’s head up one more time by her hair, brushing hair away from the slumbering beauty’s face, so all could see her one last time. After she was done showing off her defeated foe, she opened her legs and let go of Emmy’s hair and let her drop to the floor.
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Malice at the Palace: Vanessa Kirby vs. Claire Foy
For the entirety of their tenure on The Crown, Vanessa Kirby and Claire Foy had been friends, but they'd always been competitive with each other, always trying to show the other who was in control, whether it be in a scene or on set. Most of the cast and crew thought this was great for the show, as their characters' contentious relationship was a big part of the story. But now that their time on the show was done, the two decided it was finally time to settle once and all who was better.
Agreeing to meet in a nondescript London apartment to settle the score, the two immediately tore at each other with a ferocity you wouldn't expect from two people who didn't actually hate each other. The fight had been long, with the size advantage the 5'7" Vanessa expected to have matched by the sheer scrappiness and experience of the older, 5'3" Claire. Eventually, the two found themselves naked and tired, with both aware of their own petering motors. They knew their next few moves would be all they could muster, and that who made better use of them would emerge victorious.
Claire struck first, throwing an uppercut to Vanessa's midsection that winded the younger actress. She followed it up with two more, putting Vanessa against the wall, almost beaten.
"Ready to give?" Claire panted, knowing she didn't have that many punches left in her.
"N-Not quite yet," Vanessa replied wheezily, as she caught her breath.
Claire wound up for one more punch, putting all her remaining energy in it, but Vanessa anticipated it. Sidestepping the punch, she grabbed the suddenly-vulnerable Foy's arm and dragged her to the mat, trapping her opponent in a triangle chokehold.
"I-I told y-you," Vanessa said to the gagging Claire, as she throttled her with her long, toned legs, "I s-still had o-one trick up my sleeve."
Claire could only give her a defiant glare in response, but after a few seconds, she was out like a light, the toll of the battle having taken too much out of her to hold out for too long under the chokehold. Vanessa used up the last of her strength to keep the hold on for a few more seconds, just to be sure, before herself collapsing onto the carpet.
After what seemed like an eternity of staring at the ceiling, Vanessa began to sit up, her shaky arms barely propping her up, her beaten opponent slumbering between her legs. Despite the myriad aches she was suddenly feeling all at once, the adrenaline having worn away, she managed a small smile as she processed her victory.
"Long live the Queen," Vanessa sneered, as she stood up and kicked the unconscious Claire off her. They'd be friends again in the morning, but for now, she intended to celebrate her victory.
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"Kickboxing Night: Margot Robbie vs Jennifer Aniston"
Margot was talking shit to the press all night, how she wasn't going to be handled by a saggy 48 year old woman, laughing at her face. Jennifer was taking none of it, she couldn't wait to get her hands on Margot. Jennifer entered the ring first, she took off her black zip hoodie revealing a white lace bra and black yoga shorts. Margot entered second revealing a white sports bra with midnight blue shorts. The bell rung.
Later...
"Not talking shit now are you?" Jennifer implied as she drove her fist across Margot's face. "Karma sure is a bitch." she yelled while deploying her right straight into Margot's belly. All she got in return was a gasp of air from a busted up Margot whose nose and lip were bleeding. Jennifer wasn't going to take it any easier now. She continued pounding Margot driving her to the corner, deciding to light up Margot's belly some more. "I'm not stopping until I get an apology." Margot stayed silent, slowly dropping to all fours. Jennifer didn't even let her get up. She was keep on hurting Margot and getting the apology she wanted. Jennifer grabbed Margot's hair forcing her to get up. When she got on her feet again Jennifer with her hand still on Margot's hair continued ruthlessly pounding Margot's plexus before throwing her in the corner again. Margot was hopeless, all the fight was knocked out of her and her hands were to tired to raise so she was stuck in that corner taking the beating she (in Jennifer's eyes) fully deserved. Jennifer wasn't picky this time around, she started pounding whatever the desired, anything from Margot's ribs,belly,tits or face Jennifer wasn't stopping.
Until, she heard some mumbling "What was that dear?" she smirked. "I'm... I'm..." Margot mumbled. "Sorry, dear?" Jennifer continued smirking. "I'm sorry, you win, please stop." Margot mumbled out. "That's what I wanted to hear all night" Jennifer laughed. She hit Margot with one last uppercut making her drop to the floor as she left the ring while the medical team was rushing towards exhausted Margot.
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It's the return of Bad Girls Triumphant! Sinister sirens victorious over virtuous vixens!
Scarlett Johansson vs Amber Heard
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"GGNNNNUUUHHHHHHHH!" A trace of a whine can be detected in Scarlett's raspy groan, betraying just how severe the pain she is suffering is. Amber's fingers dig into the soft flesh just below the armpits, while her thumbs press into the sides of her rival's breasts. The Pec Claw doesn't simply cause pain to a particularly tender part of the anatomy, but the deadening effect on the nerve clusters leads to numbness and veritable paralysis of the arms. As a result, Johansson's limbs dangle uselessly at her sides, and all the embattled blonde can do is shut her eyes tight and bite her lower lip against the anguish.
"Ready to say 'Auntie' yet, sweetie pie?" Heard cooed. "Nuh...no! Never!" Johansson moaned, but the impressiveness of her defiance was undercut as her legs buckled and she sank to her knees. "Good," her tormentor purred, and she pulled her right leg back, then drove a knee into Scarlett's left breast, the impact causing the orb to pop up out of her swimsuit. Simultaneous with the blow, Heard released her clawholds, and Johansson sprawled onto her back with an anguished whimper.
Sitting in a straddle upon her adversary's belly, Amber grabbed the fabric of Scarlett's suit and yanked it down, so that now both of her breasts fell free. What followed for the next several minutes was sheer agony for Johansson, as Amber viciously slapped, squeezed, punched, pinched, twisted and in all manners possible mauled her much-vaunted 'girls', reducing Scarlett to blubbering tears. Still, she would not submit. But that suited Heard just fine.
Finally standing up, Amber pressed the arch of her left foot to the throat of her prone rival, pressing down on the windpipe to choke her victim out. Johansson's lush body squirmed and she gurgled and gasped in frantic desperation, her hands tugging in futility at her oppressor's ankle. But soon enough, Scarlett's eyelids fluttered shut and she was driven into unconsciousness and bitter defeat.
Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
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How is this happening? the Brit thought to herself She had owned this test of strength, driving the American bitch to one knee, and surely mere moments away from submitting. But instead, with a growl, Kristen began to slowly yet steadily push herself back up, until now it was Emma who gave ground, and who's trembling arms threatened to crumple from the strain. Seconds later, that's exactly what happened as her exhausted body fell to the floor with a thud. Stewart was on her in an instant, unleashing slap after stinging slap to Watson's face, leaving the English lass dazed and glassy eyed.
After properly 'tenderizing' her arch-rival, Kristen went for the finisher. Climbing off of Emma, Stewart pushed her over onto her belly; the American brunette then stood up and planted her feet atop the back of her British adversary's lower thighs, hooking Watson's feet around Kristen's shins. Stewart then reached down and took Emma by the wrists, and a moment later flung herself backward to the floor. The momentum lifted Watson up, and locked her into a Mexican Ceiling Hold. The full weight of her body now focused agonizingly on her shoulders and knees, the Brit was snapped out of her stupor and she began to shriek in pain. Stewart held her aloft, and cruelly made Emma tearfully beg for mercy for more than a minute before finally releasing her and claiming the victory.
Kendall Jenner vs Jennifer Lawrence
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It had been a particularly savage struggle between the two statuesque beauties, but Kendall's cruel tactics had at last given her the advantage, and now Jennifer was little more than a plaything in her opponent's merciless hands. This was the worst torment yet, as Jenner torqued Lawrence's body in an agonizing 'Stretch Muffler', the blonde's long left leg pulled painfully up across her tormentor's shoulders, as Jennifer's body was pinned down to the penthouse floor. The anguish to her spine and leg was evident by the tears trailing down her cheeks.
Unfortunately for the blonde, Kendall had first used Jennifer's own bikini halter to tie her wrists behind her back, and then stuffed Lawrence's panties into her mouth to gag her. As a result, the blonde's cries of submission were muffled and unintelligible...although all in attendance knew full well she was surrendering. But with a wicked smirk, the brunette continued her torture, ignoring the stifled pleadings of her out-matched adversary.
Eventually...mercifully...the pain drove Jennifer into semi-consciousness, and with that Jenner finally consented to release her accept the win.
Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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The penthouse kickboxing match had been fairly even between the two for the first fifteen minutes or so. But then Amanda landed a low blow that stunned her rival, and unleashed an offensive that quickly shattered the brunette's defenses. Now Michelle, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, tried to hold her ground, but Amanda was effortlessly "jabbing" at her with her foot, snapping kicks to Trachtenberg's face at will, the blonde laughing at her dominance over her longtime nemesis.
The barrage finally halted and the brunette stood there swaying, eyes nearly vacant. With a grace and flexibility that would impress any prima ballerina Seyfried raised her right leg up until her toes pointed to the ceiling. Sluggishly, Michelle's eyes trailed upward to look...and it was then that Amanda lowered the boom, bringing her leg down in a blue of motion, her heel smashing right between her target's watery eyes. Trachtenberg collapsed to the floor like a felled tree.
Then, although it wasn't necessary in order to claim the TKO and win the bout, Amanda wicked sat down upon her battered foe's face, smothering her while with her fists, the blonde viciously hammered away at Michelle's breasts, until finally Trachtenberg's body ceased to squirm beneath her, signaling her utter unconsciousness and granting Seyfried a genuine knockout victory.
Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin
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Arms like lead, their voluptuous bodies soaked with sweat, Ariel and Abigail continued to trade blows, each grunting with every fist that landed. This bareknuckled fist fight had been a stalemate from the very start, as the two hated rivals pummeled one another relentlessly. Both now were running on fumes.
Determined to win, Winter drew her right arm back and launched her balled fist, putting everything she had into a haymaker aimed right at her foe's face. Unfortunately for the brunette, her intended target managed to twist out of the way at the last instant, and Ariel's fist hit nothing buy empty air. However, that left her wide open for a punch that sank deep into her stomach, driving air from her lungs with a pained gasp, stunning her.
This sudden turn of events fueled Breslin's adrenaline, and fire shone in her eyes as she subjected her adversary to a blizzard of blows. Punches struck Ariel's face and head, pounded her belly, and made speed bags of her breasts. The brunette's pride kept her upright, but that only meant she brought even more painful damage down upon herself.
Finally, an uppercut that cracked off of Ariel's chin lifted her feet up off of the floor and sent her sprawling to the floor. She made no effort to arise...she was knocked out before her back even settled upon the carpet. Abigail planted a foot upon Winter's heaving chest, clasped her hands over her head in triumph, and claimed her victory.
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Really fine, I love it, especially the Stewart vs Watson brawl. Many thanks.
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Adriana Lima vs Kate Upton
It is that time of the year again. People all around the globe tune into The Sports Illustrated vs Victoria’s Secret match to see sexy models beat and get beaten. And although the match has occurred every year since 2005, not once has VS won. After seeing bigtime VS models like Candice Swanepoel, Alessandra Ambrosio, and Miranda Kerr get humiliated in front of a hundred thousand people in the stadium and millions more worldwide, the company decided to only let their lesser known unused models compete, so they can keep their image. This year however, Adriana Lima was allowed to fight as she was retiring.
"Adriana is a washed up has been, she would not have been able to beat me in her prime and she certainly would not beat me now." Kate told the reporters when asked for her thoughts on her upcoming fight against Adriana. "I am the best in the game and it is time those Victoria’s Secret bitches learn that.”
Many experts in the industry were of the same mind as Kate. She’s always been able to hit hard for a model, and she's had more ring work than most. Against a model from Victoria’s Secret, a company whose models were known equally for both their attractiveness and for being jobbers, it was thought that Kate would have another easy win.
Adriana Lima had other ideas.
Boxing crisply - her long, tanned legs taut and springy as she circles and jabs her foe - Adriana picked Kate apart and cleverly punches one-twos to Kate’s face off a stiff, stabbing set up jab. Kate responds like a fighter, swinging back wide even while hurt, but Lima shows her skill by evading her foe's power while continuing to stitch and staple straight-poking punches in reprisal.
Upton is caught backpedaling by a series of relentless jabs to her prized tits. She is holding in her tears as she blocks a jab and quickly retreated while cradling her battered breasts. Any hope of a comeback is gone when Lima used her long legs in a deadly fashion with a quick kick on her bosom. Kate stumbled to her knees and burst into tears as she sat in a puddle of frustration. Lima pulls Kate up to her feet only to knee her in the groin. The spectators are silent in shock as none of them anticipated this level of cruelty from the Brazilian model. Adriana with a vicious smirk, continues her assault by clawing poor Kate’s pussy. The pain shocks Kate into screeching out her surrender, “PLEASE, GAWD STOP, I GIVE UP!!!”
Lima shouts postfight, "Kate learned today why I am still the best in the game. There is a reason why I am still in it while others have passed. And now I take what is mine!" Lima further shames Kate by stripping her blonde adversary of her clothes. Adriana slips a leather collar to her downed opponents’ neck and attaches a steel chain to it. She drags a weeping, groggy Kate across the catwalk in which the models entered the ring. It was a sight that would forever be remembered by everyone watching. An Adriana Lima fiercely smirking, waving with her left hand while Kate’s bruised tits swayed back and forth as she’s tugged around. Adriana enjoyed every second of her last catwalk as she posed for the cameras with a beaten Kate Upton who is sobbing on all fours.
My first attempt at a story, hope y'all enjoyed it.
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Adriana Lima vs Kate Upton
My first attempt at a story, hope y'all enjoyed it.
Great work, Thorn! :)
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GREAT!.
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Anne Hathaway vs Kristen Bell - Boxing
Anne was pretty confident going into the ring despite it being her first official match in a boxing ring. Her opponent was the more experienced Kristen Bell whom Annie didn't take very seriously. Anne showed up in a white sports bra and black yoga shorts with red gloves. Kristen was wearing a hot pink sports bra and black yoga pants with black gloves.
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Kristen was beating Annie shutout to shutout every single round and going into the tenth round Anne's confident looks were replaced with bloody nose,mouth and a gash under the eye. Anne's hands were barely up as the bell rung and Kristen went to town one last round before securing her victory. Kristen spared no expense battering Anne wherever she could sending her to the corner in a short few seconds. Anne was perfectly stuck as Kristen started knocking her head backwards then going to the body and ribs. Anne was a bloody mess, now getting blood on her cleavage and tits. Kristen still wasn't backing out as there was still 30 seconds to go. Jabs and hooks followed by relentless shots at the ribs had Anne gasping for air. Finally a moment of relief as the bell rung to end the match. "Welcome to the club bitch" Kristen smirked as Anne dropped to all fours.
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Anne Hathaway vs Kristen Bell - Boxing
Anne was pretty confident going into the ring despite it being her first official match in a boxing ring. Her opponent was the more experienced Kristen Bell whom Annie didn't take very seriously. Anne showed up in a white sports bra and black yoga shorts with red gloves. Kristen was wearing a hot pink sports bra and black yoga pants with black gloves.
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Kristen was beating Annie shutout to shutout every single round and going into the tenth round Anne's confident looks were replaced with bloody nose,mouth and a gash under the eye. Anne's hands were barely up as the bell rung and Kristen went to town one last round before securing her victory. Kristen spared no expense battering Anne wherever she could sending her to the corner in a short few seconds. Anne was perfectly stuck as Kristen started knocking her head backwards then going to the body and ribs. Anne was a bloody mess, now getting blood on her cleavage and tits. Kristen still wasn't backing out as there was still 30 seconds to go. Jabs and hooks followed by relentless shots at the ribs had Anne gasping for air. Finally a moment of relief as the bell rung to end the match. "Welcome to the club bitch" Kristen smirked as Anne dropped to all fours.
nice job I must say
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Abigail Breslin vs Kiernan Shipka
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Kiernan Shipka wanted to brand herself as a dark, brooding, dangerous Scream Queen on the Hollywood fight scene, not just as the American Emma Watson look-a-like. She asked Emma Roberts, whom she knew through their work in The Blackcoat's Daughter, to help her get started and thought the pale, doughy Abigail Breslin would be a perfect opponent to debut against. A small crowd had gathered in the living room of a well known producer to witness the debut.
Instead, she found the thicker young actress to be a powerhouse. Kiernan put up a fight at first, but the bigger girl kept using her size, and especially her tits, to slow the lithe teen down. Finally, stripped naked and sobbing on her back, Kiernan looked up in fear at the large fluffy white hooters above her. Abigail shimmied her melons above the debutante and mocked her saying, "I'm the queen, you're just a screamer." With that, she lowered her bosom over the face of her well beaten opponent and laughed at the screams combing from beneath her fleshy prison. As the last few kicks of the younger actresses feet gave way to complete stillness, the curvy blonde stood up and cupped her big boobs as she addressed one particular member of the audience. "You're next. These are going to put you out the next time we meet."
Ariel Winter rolled her eyes at the taunt and cupped her own big breasts through her top. "Oh please. You've left more drool on my perfect tits than Levi has." As the gathered audience laughed, the young brunette turned on her heel and strode confidently out the door as her blonde rival glared.
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Kat Dennings vs Courtney Stodden
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Kat gave a sharp grunt as her back slammed up against the wall, but she was distracted from the pain by her opponent's husky...and exceedingly annoying...chuckle. "Will you just shut the hell up?" the brunette panted in irritation.
Courtney's response was not verbal, but rather physical, as she suddenly dashed toward her adversary, their chests slamming together as the blonde splashed her lush body like a wrecking ball against the curvaceous form of Dennings. Stodden then stepped a few feet backward, and as the dazed Kat stumbled forward away from the wall, Courtney crouched down and scooped up her rival across her shoulders. Carrying Kat to the center of the room, the blonde then began to twirl around and around like a dervish, subjecting Dennings to an airplane spin that had the brunette squealing in panic, her senses reeling as she whirls in circles.
"Not so tough now, are you kitty Kat?" the blonde taunted.
Finally, Stodden dumps her unwilling cargo to the penthouse floor; Kat lands with a heavy thud and a dizzied moan, and she rolled slowly over onto her back. That was all of the invitation the blonde needed to leap down upon her foe, splashing her body across that of the embattled brunette, the impact pounding desperately-craved air from Kat's lungs. Sitting astride her victim's belly, Courtney gleefully begins to mauls Kat's breasts, punching, squeezing, slapping and pinching the bare orbs, her very distinctive laugh blending in chaotic harmony with the moans and gasps of Dennings.
Had she wanted to, the blonde could have easily finished off her opponent with a breast smother at this point, but Stodden opts for something a bit out of the ordinary. Crawling off of her adversary, she grabs the badly stunned Dennings by her dark mane and pulls her up to a seated position, Kat's legs splayed out before her. From behind, Courtney yanks the brunette's head backward until her face is tilted upward to the ceiling; only then does the blonde drop her DDs down, enveloping Kat's face and cutting off her oxygen, while also allowing Stodden to lift her own face up toward the spectators so she could smile and preen...and, of course, giggle in delight.
Kat's arms flailed without purpose for some thirty seconds, and then fell like leaded weights to her sides, betraying the fact that she was now unconscious. Courtney released her and let the brunette's upper body keen forward, her face burying itself into the plush carpeting. Placing a foot upon her beaten foe's back, the victorious blonde's laughter filled the room.
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Ya really should sort out the names so the pics/story match. Otherwise, it was great!!!!
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Alexis Ren (21 - 5’8” 128lbs) vs Nina Agdal (26 - 5’9” 121lbs)
It was a battle of incredibly hot and very confident models, both very fit and looking for another victory over a rival model. Meeting on the beach, in bikinis, they worked each other over throughout the brutal fight until Alexis seized control after dazing the Danish beauty with a high kick that landed flush on the side of her head and dropping her to the sand.
The sexy American jumped on top of Nina and began to unload punches looking to put an end to the fight. Overwhelmed and unable to stop the barrage, Agdal was taking a beating and after a fifth or six punch made its way through her defenses, her body relaxed as she was left nearly unconscious. Still sitting on her rival, Alexis raised her hands as she looked down at the groggy Dane, she then stands up and stomps down on Nina’s firm midsection. Agdal’s body convulsed with the blow as she gasped for air and holding her belly trying to ease the new pain. Alexis laughed at the hurt girl and raised her foot for another belly stomp when Nina, using what little energy she had left, lunged up and punched Ren right between legs. Alexis eyes bulged and mouth opened but she didn’t make a sound, her hands went to massage her aching womanhood as she fell to the sand her side.
Nina again searched and found more reserve energy and pushed herself up and crawled over to Alexis, who was still trying to recover from the low blow. Sand and hair stuck to her bloodied face, Agdal climbs on top of the American and begins a ground and pound of her own. Using her left hand to steady the American’s face and then punching with the right, she destroyed Alexis with punch after punch, until the left side of her face was bruised, bleeding and her eye almost swollen shut. The proud American could only muster a weak pathetic whimper with each blow and then tears started to run down from her right eye, she knew there was nothing she could do to stop Agdal. Nina stopped the assault on Alexis’ face and rolled her over on to her belly, she then untied her rival’s bikini top and used it to secure the beaten girl’s wrists and then rolled her back over so all could see her sandy but still perfect rack.
Agdal stood up and got a towel from one of the onlookers and cleaned her battered face up and then returned her attention back to Ren. Nina reached down and lifted Alexis to her feet by her hair, Alexis’ amazing body on display as the super confident America is still visibly sobbing. Nina walks Ren around, leading her by her hair and then decides its time to end things. She puts her hands on Alexis’ shoulders and lifts her knee up into the beaten girl’s womanhood. Ren’s body convulses with the blow that lifted her slightly off the sand momentarily and then she fell face first into the sand, moaning. Nina jumped on her back and smashed Alexis down harder into the sand, grabs blonde trusses and lifts the American’s head, everyone amazed at the sight of the defeated Alexis who’s mouth hung open as blood ran down the side of her sandy face. Agdal then slammed her down and then lifted up, again and again and then grinding the poor girl’s face deep into the sand, suffocating the helpless model. Ren’s legs flailed around aimlessly for less than a minute until she succumbed to the lack of air and passed out. Nina raised her head once more to show off her slumbering rival, rolled Alexis over to her back and walked away battered but victorious.
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Santana & Brittany vs Penny & Max
(Naya Rivera, Heather Morris, Kaley Cuoco, Kat Dennings)
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Ordinarily, the small audience for apartment wrestling matches is comprised of the area's elite. That's no different on this night, but one...or, to be specific, two...notable differences.
Santana and Brittany settled down on the large leather sofa and happily sipped from proffered champagne glasses. Clad in bikinis, they smile and giggle at the spectacle unfolding before them. Generally, combatants are not invited to witness matches, but a sudden change in plans altered the guest list for this evening. This had been scheduled to be a two-on-two match, a style of combat which the two young Ohio beauties had proven themselves unbeatable at. Someone had had the idea of pitting them against Penny and Max, two of the most popular solo fighters. That Penny and Max hate and despise one another down to their very last molecules wasn't seen as a impediment...not after the two beauties were told the size of the prize money which the winning team would split.
There was an electric buzz throughout the room as the two arch-rivals entered the mansion's spacious living room (from separate bedrooms, notably). If Brittany and Santana were the least bit worried about facing these two, they betrayed none of it. And as circumstance swiftly demonstrated, they were right not to fret in the least.
Just being in such close proximity to one another seemed to trigger some savage instinct within both Max and Penny, and within seconds, they had utterly forgotten that they were here tonight to team up, and instead they tore into each other! Their opponents sat down to enjoy the unscheduled show...and a ferocious pageant it was! As usual with these two, nothing was held back, and for nearly twenty minutes they flung, slammed, punched, slapped, kicked, stomped, twisted and yanked one another around the room. As was also par for the course, Max and Penny are so equally matched, neither could hold the advantage for long, and they warred in a perpetual stalemate.
Now, the two wildcats stood facing one another, trading thudding forearm smashes again and again to each other's chest, showers of perspiration erupting from their lush bodies with every blow, their legs trembling as they struggled against exhaustion and collapse. It was at this point that Santana said to Brittany, "Such a pity, watching partners have a spat like this." Beaming a smile, blonde Brittany replies, "I know...let's help them kiss and make up!" Standing up, the duo strut over to the combatants, who are oblivious to their presence; Brittany grabs Max by her damp dark presses, and Santana entwines her fingers in Penny's matted flaxen mane. Pulling their victim's heads back, the Ohioans then slam Penny and Max's foreheads together, leaving them glassy-eyed and rubber-legged. The pair stumbled around almost comically, too stunned to fathom what had happened. Brittany and Santana went into crouches, waiting for the precise moment to strike. And as their opponents groggily turned toward them, the dastardly duo sprang up, delivering superkicks, with the balls of their feet striking with pinpoint precision to the chins of Max and Penny, who both fell like ceders to the floor. They lay there spread-eagled and barely conscious.
Santana and Brittany each placed a foot upon the heaving chest of the fallen beauties to signify their victory, neither triumphant battler having shed so much as a drop of sweat in winning this most unusual match.
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Bella Hadid (22 - 5’9” 126lbs) vs Selena Gomez ( 26 - 5’5” 119lbs)
Selena Gomez only dated The Weekend for a short amount of time and really, she only did it to make her ex, Justin Bieber jealous but that didn’t stop Bella resenting her for it. So, when she got the opportunity to confront Selena, she did, despite the fact that she was now back with The Weekend. The older singer wanted nothing to do with a fight with the taller model but there was no getting away, and when her friends tried to come to her rescue, Hadid’s sister and friends kept them from intervening.
Selena saw no other option but to fight and lunged at Bella when she looked away briefly. Gomez pushed her rival against a wall and landed a solid right to the taller girl’s face, followed by left and then another right that sent the model falling to the right, dazed and surprised. Selena was dressed for a night out, so kicking was not an option in her tight dress but she needed to keep the attack going, so she grabbed Hadid by the shoulders and threw her back against the wall and landed another left to the model’s face. Gomez’s confidence was building, she smiled as she delivered two punches to Bella’s belly that caused her to bend over gasping for air. Hadid was getting pounded on by the much smaller Selena and needed some relief but the singer was all over her. Gomez again pushed Bella against the wall and threw another punch at the battered girl’s face, only this time Bella managed to dodge it and Selena ended up punching the wall. The sexy singer yelped in pain as she bounced around, holding her aching hand, she was also giving her rival the time she needed to regain her senses. When Selena returned her attention on Bella, she was ready and waiting, she pushed off the wall and blasted the smaller girl with a vicious punch. Selena was not expecting the punch as her head whipped almost 180 degrees, Bella then threw her up against the wall and began her assault.
Hadid pounded on Selena mercilessly, raining punches on her face and body, Gomez unable to stop much began to wilt. Her legs failing, Selena started to slide down the wall, no longer able to hold herself up but Bella, with an evil smile across her face wasn’t done. She pulled Selena back up by her shoulders and leaned her against the wall, using one hand to hold her in place, she used the other to pound on Selena’s belly. The singer’s body folded around each punch as she let out a pained gasp, the group of onlookers cringed with each blow, knowing each one hurting more than the one before . After about a dozen shots to her rival’s midsection, Hadid let her slide back down the wall, beaten, hair over her face and softly sobbing.
Bella, ready to add some humiliation to the beating she just put on Selena, grabbed a hold of the singer’s dress and ripped it clean off her body. Gomez and her beautiful tanned body was left with nothing but a pair of lacy black panties on, was terrified at the thought of being stripped, did her best to cover herself up but Hadid wasn’t quite done with her. Bella ripped the panties off of the shrieking Selena, who did her best hold them on but to no avail. The tall model, delivered a earth shattering smack across Selena’s face and then hauled her up to her feet by her hair. Hadid displayed the beaten singer to all who was watching and then locked in a rear naked choke, Selena frantically clawed at Bella’s arms and did everything she could to break free but the hold quickly took affect and gorgeous Selena’s movements slowed and then stopped. She was out. Hadid held Gomez in the hold a moment or two more and then let her drop to the floor naked and beaten, in front of the whole party.
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Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin - Wrestling Match
Ariel’s eyes arched in pain and her cheeks puffed out before she expelled a gush of air as Abigail’s rock hard fist plowed into her belly. Abigail smiled. She grabbed a handful of Ariel’s sweaty hair and pushed her further into the corner of the ring, before firing another punch into Ariel’s stomach.
“Ooooofffff…” Ariel exhaled.
What a turnaround from their last match when a dominant Ariel had choked Abigail into oblivion. Abigail had come into this match with a plan: target Ariel’s soft belly and she was executing that plan ruthlesslessly.
Grabbing the ring ropes around Ariel’s hips, Abigail switched from punching to plowing her shoulder into the pit of the brunette’s tummy.
“Oooooooooofffff….” Ariel exhaled again before folding over Abigail’s back.
The constant gut shots had taken a toll on her and she was just barely on her feet at this point. Desperately she tried to push Abigail away from her but the blonde proceeded to ram another shoulder blow into her bellybutton.
“Oh!’ Ariel squeaked.
“What’s the matter, Ariel? Not so tough now, huh?” Abigail taunted her before driving yet another shoulder block into Ariel’s core. This time she leaned further into the blow after the initial thrust. Moving forward she powered her shoulder up and in Ariel’s belly, lifting the brunette off her feet.
An exhausted Ariel once again flopped over Abigail’s back. She shut her eyes in pain as the blonde pounded her.
Finally Abigail relented a little and pulled back before switching tactics. Ariel would surely have spilled over face first onto the mat but Abigail quickly wrapped her up, keeping her on her unsteady legs. Abigail got behind Ariel, wrapping her arms around Ariel’s hips. Abigail locked her hands together and then started squeezing Ariel. Her joined hands pulling up into Ariel’s solar plexus.
“Huh…huh…huh…oooofff….” Ariel exhaled in uetter agaony.
Instead of the short, shrap pain of a punch or a shoulder block, this was a grinding hold that slowly sapped the strength out of a wrestler.
A content Abigail pressed one cheek against Ariel’s clammy, sweaty back and enjoyed the pained sounds coming out of her long-time rival.
“oh man….that must hurt Ariel…does it hurt, huh?” Abigail laughed.
Abigail let Ariel drop to her knees but followed her down, constantly keeping her locked hands pulling into Ariel’s solar plexus. This was such delicious revenge after the beating she had suffered at the hands of Ariel last match.
“Do you give Nik? Ready to give yet” Abigail sked her, although she hoped that Ariel would hold out longer so she could torture her some more.
A delirious Ariel pounded her fists against the mat in protest. She grinded her teeth together to prevent herself from giving up. ‘I can still get out of this…I’ve been in worse spots” Ariel thought to herself. She remembered how good it felt to wrap that garrote around Abigail’s throat last match. ‘She must be getting tired. I just need to hold out until she slips up and makes a mistake” she thought, deluding herself.
Then Abigail started pulsing her hands in the reverse bear hug, effectively deploying a kind of Heimlich maneuver. Only Ariel wasn’t choking. The bear hug only squeezed more and more air out of the brunette.
Ariel started seeing spots. She tried crawling out of the corner but Abigail remained plastered on her, never releasing the bear hug.
After advancing a few inches, Ariel collapsed entirely. Abigail was delighted as she felt the last fight draining out of her rival. She ground her forehead in between Ariel’s shoulder blades, further annoying her as the bear hug finished off its draining work.
“You’re done, bitch.. Done. I own you. You can’t get away. Admit it. I beat you. Now just give up,” Abigail commanded.
Finally the stubborn Ariel whispered: “I…give…I give…”
“What? What’s that Ariel? I didn’t hear you,” Abigail replied.
The brunette held out for another minute or two but the crushing pressure was too much for her and was driving her mad. She grabbed her own hair and started rocking her head up and down in desperation.
“I give. I give up. You win,” Ariel conceded.
“Ha! Did you hear that guys? Get it on tape’ Abigail commanded to the ringside camera crew taping the match.
A sound operator dutifully complied and brought a microphone up to Ariel’ s lips.
“Say it again, Ariel. I order you to say it again. Say you give up. Or I’ll squeeze you like a tube of tooth paste,” Abigail commanded.
“I give up…I give…I give…give…give…” a defeated Ariel repeated over and over.
A triumphant Abigail laughed out loud. But she didn’t release the hold. She was in no hurry to do so. In fact she brought herself and Ariel up to a sitting position to better display her trapped prey.
Ariel could do nothing but hope and pray that the blonde would eventually show mercy on her.
“Get the ropes!” a cocky Abigail barked to her corner. “I’m going to tie her up! She’s totally out of it. She can’t stop me. There’s so many things I want to do to her while she’s tired and limp like this!”
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Tiny little Ariana Grande had defied the odds and put on a clinic in front of several thousand spectators as she thoroughly thrashed the heavy favorite Emma Watson, reducing her to a sobbing mess after a few short minutes. She left Emma crying on her back in the middle of the ring as she pranced around the ring edges while miming faux concern for her foe.
The crowd doesn't like seeing their favorite being humiliated like this and proceeds to boo Ariana's antics, but the booing ends when the petite singer seductively saunters over to her outmatched foe and sits down on her heaving chest.
"Bedtime for you." Ariana says with a cute laugh as she slowly crawls up the Brit's body and fluffs out her school-girl skirt and pushes her onto Emma's mouth and nose, smothering her rival's breathing passages while gratifying herself at the same time.
"OH fuck" the petite songstress groans as she pleasures herself on Watson's protesting face. "Mmm, YEAH! Just like that! NnnnGGgghHH!" Ariana groaned as she lost control of her body and bathed the Brit's face in her copious and viscous fluids. Emma smacked her lips in a desperate attempt to breathe but was unable to take in a breath through Ariana's cute little ass grinding up and down her helpless face.
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Penny vs Max: Contest of Champions
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Not that the ongoing feud between West Coaster Penny and East Coaster Max needed any spicing up, but an idea was had about having them compete in several contests prior to their latest match to add new levels of excitement to their feud. Given the towering competitiveness of both, as well as the depth of animosity between them, each beauty readily agreed, anxious to one-up her rival.
FIRST CONTEST / HAIRPULLING: Both battlers, bent over at the waists, grunted and squealed as their hands held firm to the long manes of the other. Several feet behind either of them on the floor were strips of tape, and the objective was simple...the first to pull both feet of her rival across the 'end zone' line wins. Both had managed to yank her nemesis across by one foot, but not both, and so this unusual tug-of-war continued in stalemate for long minutes. Suddenly Max gave a ferocious roar and tugged at the blonde's hair with all of her might, slowly pulling the resisting Californian back across the floor. First went Penny's right foot over the line...and then after several long moments, her left was pulled over, making the brunette the winner of this first contest. Both girls massaged their aching scalps, long hairs from both littering the carpeted floor, but Max wore a triumphant smirk, which Penny scowled in unhappiness.
SECOND CONTEST / INDIAN LEG WRESTLING: After a ten minute rest period, both girls were instructed to lie on the floor side by side, but facing opposite directions. Each then raised her right leg, hooking it against the other, and when the signal was given they struggled to force the other's limb down for a "pin". Back and forth went their stems, sweat glistening across the bodies of the combatants as they grunted. Finally, gradually, Penny began to force Max's leg back, until with a proudly exclaimed "HAH!", she pinned the limb back and the ombudsman counted out "One...two...and three!" It was one win apiece for the arch-rivals now.
THIRD CONTEST / TEST OF STRENGTH: For the third and final contest, the two bikini-clad beauties raised their arms and clasped their hands together. Then, their bare feet digging into the plush carpeting for traction, their lush bodies trembling from the effort, both threw everything they had into the clash. There were no lines to cross here, no pinfalls to be had; the contest was the most primal...to drive your enemy to her knees before you, and establish your dominance. Control of the struggle swayed back and forth between them; first Max's knees began to slowly sink and she whined with panic. But with an animalistic growl she slowly rose up, and not long after it was the whimpering Penny's turn to be gradually driven down. Yet, the blonde also made a supreme effort, and managed to rise back up to her full height. And so the contest continued, their arms quivering, their bodies soaked with sweat, their lungs panting for breath, until finally they reached the ten minute time limit. This contest was a draw.
MATCH: While the spirits were willing, the flesh was weakened, as both battlers went into this brawl already nearing the point of exhaustion due to the contests. As a result they grew frustrated and angry as they bodies moved sluggishly and their blows lacked their usual power. Penny and Max remained stalemated for long minutes, as ever both were so perfectly matched that neither could dominate the other for long.
However, it finally looked as if the brunette was gaining the upperhand, as first she doubled the West Coaster over with a fist that sank deep into the blonde's belly, and then drove her knee up into Penny's face, snapping her back upright and glassy-eyed. Max smirked, and decided to finish off her rival with a torture rack, making the blonde scream out her surrender. The New Yorker dipped her knees and pulled her dazed opponent over her shoulders, but as she stood up, she found her fast-fading strength struggling to keep her standing. Meanwhile, Penny snapped out of her stupor enough to realize her predicament, and she began to squirm in her hated adversary's grasp, further throwing Max off-balance and preventing her from applying the torture rack. The, the blonde manages to pull free and slid down the brunette's back, where she landed on the floor with cat-like agility. Max spun around, but was met with Penny wrapping her hands behind her foe's head and jumping up; pressing her knees against the East Coast battler's breasts, Penny let gravity bring them both down to the floor, where upon impact all of the force of the landing went like a wrecking ball into Max's chest, the force of the reverse lungblower sending her sailing backward. Landing in a stunned and moaning heap on the carpeting, the brunette lay there helplessly as her nemesis crawled over to her. Giving a raspy giggle, Penny pinned her opponent's body down with her own, grapevining Max's legs wide with her feet while the LA blonde pressed her own breasts down over the brunette's face. The sweat of both beauties mingled to form an airtight seal, and after long moments of desperate thrashing beneath her oppressor, Max ceased moving altogether as she tumbled into unconsciousness.
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Ellen Page VS Kaitlyn Dever(https://i.imgur.com/2gQ2rzA.jpg)
THE HAT
Ellen had had a horrible day on set of her new movie, with the director questioning if she should even call her self an actress and singing the praises of her co-star Kaitlyn. She storms of set only to find Kaitlyn sitting in her chair near the fire escape playing with a M.A.G.A hat. Ellen being a Hollywood liberal is sees red and dives at her rival. Ellen grabs Kaitlyn by the hair and drags her out into the alley both girls spend the next five minutes rolling around on the dirty floor, with the upper hand switching from one girl to the other yet neither managing to get the final blow.
Suddenly Ellen ends up on her back, holding Kaitlyn’s stretched out arm. She then quickly locks her legs around her neck in a figure 4 head scissor and starts to crush her victim. Kaitlyn screams in pain saying “what is wrong with you psycho, its not my fault you a lousy actress” her comment triggers another red mist to fall over Ellen. Ellen squeezes again with all her might, Panic takes over Kaitlyn she as struggles to escape the hold her body being lifted into the air by Ellen’s legs. Ellen twists her hips and is shocked by what happens An audible crack can be herd and Kaitlyn’s body drops to the ground and goes completely motionless.
A sense of dread takes over Ellen she quickly releases her victim and checks on her. Kaitlyn is awake but in a state of shock she starts to cry grabbing her shoulder. Ellen is slightly relived and slowly mounts her trapping her in a tight pin resting her crouch on Kaitlyn’s face. She unbuttons the top button pants and slowly lowers the zip, she reaches inside of her panties and over a few minutes rubs herself whilst staring down at the sobbing Kaitlyn between her legs.
The pace picks up, Ellen biting her bottom lip as her body goes ridged and she orgasms on her victim. Still panting she quickly stands up, looks down at Kaitlyn and says “you’re lucky I didn't go full lesbian on you, u see I can only truly f**k something I respect” she places her foot on Kaitlyn’s face and smiles before walking away.
A few days later Kaitlyn post a picture on her twitter of her arm in a sling with the message “slight onset incident #MAGA #REVENGE #YOUKNOWWHOUARE
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Flashback 2001: Michelle Williams vs Mila Kunis
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Perhaps over-confidently, Michelle moved in to press her advantage; Mila was winded, having dropped to one knee, her head hanging down and face obscured by her long, tangled brown hair, as she panted heavily for breath. The last thing in the world the blonde was expecting was for her opponent to suddenly spring up and drive her shoulder into the nubile beauty's unprotected belly, doubling her over. Kunis sprang up, then drove her right knee up, smashing it into her adversary's chin. The impact snapped Williams upright, eyes now a bit glazed. She reeled around the stumbled away, desperate to regain her wits.
But the brunette wasn't about to make it quite so easy for her. Moving up behind the addled blonde, Mila pressed her foot against the back of Michelle's right knee, causing it to buckle; the right promptly followed suit, and Williams dropped to her knees. Kunis instantly pressed her knee between her opponent's shoulder blades, while cupping her hands beneath her victim's chin. Michelle whined from the pain to her neck and spine, her hands clutching at her oppressor's wrists. Noting that in the position, they two battlers were facing the cluster of elite spectators who observed the struggle from the comfort of leather chairs, Kunis impishly released her chinlock, only to swiftly fishhook her index fingers into the corners of her rival's mouth. The blonde let out a painted wail as her lips were stretched into a mocking rictus. "Smile pretty for all of the nice people, sweetcheeks!" Mila sneers, vastly amused by how easily she dominated her opponent before the watchful eyes of the onlookers.
But being a newcomer to celebrity catfighting, Kunis didn't realize that while her hold inflicted pain on her victim, it was not particularly debilitating, nor did it wear the blonde out by forcing her to expend her dwindling reserves of strength to withstand it. As a result, despite the mewls of discomfort she gave, Michelle was in fact using this opportunity to gather her remaining power and plot her means of turning the match around.
Her opportunity came as the brunette finally released her hold. Smugly impudent, Kunis walked around to stand before Michelle, but now it was the blonde's chance to suddenly spring to life. Her legs propelled her upward like a bolt of lightning, the palm of her right hand slamming upward into the startled Mila's chin, her head snapping back violently. Now Kunis stumbled backward, arms windmilling as she struggled to not collapse to the floor. Williams wasn't about to give her the chance to fall; moving quickly, the blonde dipped her knees and pulled her battered adversary over her shoulders. Rising back up to her full height, Michelle was a vision of magnificence, holding Mila up in an astounding display of raw power, her bikini-clad body glistening with a thousand rivulets of sweat.
Williams then began to twirl around, subjecting her unwilling cargo to an airplane spin, as Kunis yowled in panic, her senses stripped by the whirling as the penthouse room became a blur. her excursion came to a sudden, thudding completion as she was slammed to the floor. She lay there on her back, glassy eyes tinged with fear staring up at her opponent. Michelle then leapt into the air, bringing her body crashing down across the brunette's in a belly splash that drove much of Mila's wind from her lungs.
Getting up to her knees, the blonde grabbed her foe's tanned legs and lifted them up, doubling the limbs over for a matchbook pin. Adding insult to injury, Michelle then sat upon the panting and sobbing brunette's upturned loins, using her own weight to pin Kunis down helplessly, and thus secure her victory beyond any question.
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Anne Hathaway vs Jennifer Lawrence
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The two statuesque beauties grunted and groaned as they struggled against one another in their lock-up hold. It had been a grueling match, with neither able to hold the advantage over the other for long. But while the combat may have been stalemated, the sentiments of the room most certainly weren't. From the very first, it seemed as if every one of the elite spectators gathered for this catfight was enthusiastically behind Jen, verbally urging her on and cheering her every move.
Anne was used to it. For reasons she just couldn't understand, she simply wasn't popular. It used to bother her, but now she has learned to channel her resentment into her fighting, fueling her. With every cry of "Get her, Jen!" from the crowd came another drop of anger to propel the brunette.
And now at last she was ready to use that pent-up frustration. She could feel Jennifer brace herself in anticipation for a new move, but Anne struck first, suddenly twisting her body and letting the blonde's own forward momentum carry her over with a hip toss, and sending Lawrence crashing onto her back. Before the blonde could so much as sit up, Hathaway began stomping her foot down again and again upon her opponent's chest and belly, pounding air from Jen's lungs. Desperate to escape the barrage, Lawrence rolls over onto her stomach, but she finds no relief as Anne throws herself down upon her.
Using her feet to grapevine Jennifer's legs wide, Hathaway snakes her right arm across her victim's throat, mercilessly strangling her. Jen gasped and gurgled, her hands clutching frantically at the steel-like arm choking her windpipe, eyes wide with panic as she felt herself weakening. The brunette's face was a mask of stoicism as she cruelly and effectively finished off her adversary. There was a palpable sense of dismay and disappointment among the spectators as their favorite was rapidly driven into defeat, until finally Jen's eyelids fluttered shut and her body went limp.
Triumphant, Anne released her hold and stood up. She didn't bother with the usual victory pose, but instead turned and limped back toward her bedroom to the sound of desultory applause. And even before she had left the room, she could hear the men fawning with anxious concern over the beaten blonde, who even in defeat remained their darling.
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Vanessa Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere
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"Dont. You. Dare!" Vanessa hissed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I think I do dare," Hayden impishly replied with a smirk. Currently controlling her brunette rival with a hammerlock, Panettiere's free hand holds tight to Hudgens's bikini strap. Then, with a jerk of her arm and the sound of tearing fabric, the garment is ripped away, exposing Vanessa's bare breasts.
The flush of red coming to her cheeks was not embarrassment...she was well used to being stripped in her matches with Hayden; indeed, she and her blonde nemesis made a special point of rendering one another nude in the course of their epic battles. Rather, it was frustration that Panettiere had scored "first blood" on this night. Not that the brunette needed any more determination to beat her rival, but this nevertheless provided it.
Escaping the hammerlock, Hudgens and Panettiere tear into one another like raging hellcats, brawling around the penthouse room for long minutes. It doesn't take long for the remnants of Hayden's own bikini top to litter the carpet, and both beauties take a savage delight in squeezing, pinching and slapping the bare breasts of the other. Attempts are made to tear away panties as well, but those efforts are thwarted time and again.
Finally, after a long and grueling struggle, Vanessa manages to take control of the fight. She punishes her hated rival relentlessly with a withering barrage that would reduce virtually any other combatant to a quivering wreck. But the blonde's astonishing endurance allows her to withstand the attack...although not without having to expend nearly her last dregs of power. Now, the battered and exhausted blonde has crumpled to her hands and knees, damp and tangled hair hanging down as she pants and wheezes for breath. Vanessa knows from bitter experience not to give Panettiere the slightest chance to recover, that the only wise course would be to press her advantage and finish the bitch off here and now. Still, given the depth of furious animosity between the two beauties, Hudgens can't resist pausing in order to flaunt over the blonde. "Any last words before I tear off those highly unfashionable bikini briefs of yours and shove them down your throat, sweetie?" she purrs, savoring her moments of dominance.
"Two words," Hayden rasps as she tilts her head up, strands of flaxen locks splayed across her sweat-soaked face. "Tim...ber."
Before the brunette's brain can process this remark, Panettiere moves with viper swiftness, her hands grasping the sides of her opponent's bikini bottoms. With one deft move she yanks them down; instinctively, Vanessa reaches down to try and grab them, throwing her balance off. As the garment slides down the brunette's legs and reach her ankles, Hayden pulls them out, using the briefs to sweep Hudgen's feet out from under her. With a yowl of shock, the brunette falls backward and crashes to the floor, the back of her head cracking against the thinly-carpeted wood, stunning her. Adrenaline now pumping through her veins, Panettiere lunges forward, delivering a headbutt down between her adversary's thighs, smashing mercilessly into her unprotected groin, which draws out a sharp retort of pain from the startled victim.
In a blur of motion, Hayden next takes the briefs still in her right hand and shoves them into the open mouth of her still-yowling rival. She then scrambles atop her, sitting down onto the overwhelmed brunette's face even as she grabs her legs to pull them up, pinning Hudgens beneath her even as she smothers her. The blonde preens and grinds her hips as she devastates her nemesis, taunting her with, "I'm hotter, smarter and the better wrestler...why do you even bother, Nessy?"
Swiftly enough, Vanessa is driven into semi-consciousness. Climbing off of her beaten foe, Panettiere retrieves both discarded bikini tops and returns to Hudgens; rolling the brunette over onto her belly, Hayden uses the garments to tie her wrists and ankles behind her, a final dollop of humiliation in this, the latest battle of their ceaseless war.
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Nice work and I Love Hayden! I would really enjoy a story about her taking down and humiliating a taller opponent.
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(Two birds, one stone. ;) )
Hayden Panettiere vs Kate Beckinsale
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As heights go, 5'7" is hardly statuesque for a woman. But when you're opponent is only 5'0", it's positively Amazonian. And Kate was more than happy to make note of the size disparity between her and Hayden, referring to her in the minutes before their catfight officially started with the derogatory likes of "runt," "Hobbit" and "half-pint". For her part, the blonde made no verbal reply, but her eyes made it clear she was not amused.
But the thing about a height advantage is, it's only an advantage when you're vertical. So in the opening moments of the brawl, when Beckinsale found herself tackled and flat on her back by her opponent, she swiftly discovered that the diminutive blonde was the embodiment of the phrase, 'big things come in small packages'. Or, perhaps more precisely, 'a little bit of dynamite makes for a mighty big boom'. And what resulted was as one-sides a beatdown as anyone had seen in ages, with the Brit brunette withering under the ferocious attack of the blonde hellion. Panettiere focused special attention on her adversary's long, toned legs, twisting, bending and stomping them as tears streamed down Kate's face from the agony.
The endgame approached as both beauties sat on the floor opposite one another; Hayden held fast to Beckinsale's wrists to keep her in place, while she pressed the soles of her feet against the inside thighs of her rival, stretching out the Englishwoman's legs as far as possible, straining her muscles and tendons in an inhuman degree. Fearful of being seriously injured, and unable to endure the pain any longer, Kate screeched out, "ENOUGH! I SUBMIT! YOU WIN!!!" Somewhat surprisingly to those who knew of Panettiere's sadistic tendencies, the American instantly released her hold and freed her beaten opponent...but she wasn't done with her yet.
Standing up, Panettiere stood before her prone foe with hands on hips and a smirk curling upon her lips and she purred, "On your knees!" Sniffling, Kate complied, standing on her knees before the blonde, looking up with red, tear-filled eyes. Hayden's smile grew as she said, "Well shawty, I guess height ain't nothing but a number." An instant later, her right knee shot up in a blur of motion, smashing Beckinsale under the chin and sending her flopping like a rag doll onto her back. The brunette lay on the floor semi-conscious and mewling in anguish as the triumphant Panettiere stepped around to her side and placed a foot upon the Brit's chest for her victory pose.
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A BAD DAY FOR AUSTRALIANS
Emily Ratajkowski (29 - 5’7” 123lbs) vs Miranda Kerr (35 - 5’9” 117lbs)
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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 clamped her left hand around Kerr’s slender throat and squeezed, choking Miranda as she began kicking her legs wildly. The American just smiled down and used her free right hand to rain down smacks, on the trapped and beaten Miranda. First with her forehand and then her backhand, she smacked Kerr’s face back and forth until Miranda could take no more and went limp under her tormentor. Emily, satisfied with her work, pushed herself off of Miranda and strutted away.
Nina Dobrev (29 - 5’6” 124lbs) vs Teresa Palmer (32 - 5’4” 128lbs)
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Nina and Teresa had both fought hard, both were showing sign 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, who was 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)
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Margot new she had to do one thing to give herself a good chance at winning against Shay, avoid her legs. The American’s perfect 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 land 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
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Karen Gillan vs Aubrey Plaza
A desperate Karen grabbed Aubrey by her right wrist to hold her in place. The redhead then lifted one of her long legs and placed her foot just underneath Aubrey’s chin. Karen then fell back onto the mat. As she hit the canvas, her foot exploded under Aubrey’s chin, knocking the brunette flat onto her back.
Karen pumped her fist in triumph after hitting a perfect “eat defeat”. She had been on the defensive most of this match against Aubrey Plaza. The brunette had trapped her in one submission hold after another, reducing Karen to a sweat-soaked, exhausted mess. The punishment had also tired Aubrey though, and when her guard dropped, had opened the door for Gilan to hit the “eat defeat”.
Scrambling on top of the downed brunette, Karen grapevine her legs before plunging her breasts on top of Aubrey’s face. Karen’s young breasts may not have had much volume but pressed tightly enough – as they were now – they could still effectively snuff out the brunette’s breathing.
Aubrey started kicking and squirming violeneytlky trying to throw Karen off of her. The brunette was still trying to clear her head from the devastating “eat defeat’ and trying to figure out how the match had suddenly gotten away from her when the redhead thrust her sweaty, clammy chest on her face. Karen stayed plastered on Aubrey, knowing this was her best chance at victory. Try as she might, Aubrey could not dislodge the redhead. Her head started swimming and she started seeing spots as the oxygen deprivation was taking its toll.
“Just give up Aubrey…give up…: Karen whispered.
Aubrey stomped her feet and screamed in protest but it was muffled by Karen’s tits.
In desperation, Aubrey reached down with one hand and started feeling for Karen’s crotch, Sure enough she found the redhead’s panties and then slipped her hand down and grabbed Karen’s clit and started squeezing as hard she could.
A shocked Karen’s mouth gaped open in a silent scream. Immediately she lifted her breasts off Aubrey’s face and rolled off the brunette to get away from the crotch claw. Karen curled into a fetal position and massaged her crotch trying to relieve the devastating pain.
A relieved Aubrey sucked in some great big lungful’s of air before getting onto her knees and crawling towards Karen.
Aubrey grabbed Karen’s trapezius muscles from behind, jamming her fingers deep into the redhead’s shoulders. Karen was immediately paralyzed by the expertly-applied nerve hold and started writhing in pain.
The smiling brunette the started whispering in Karen’s ear: “Now, YOU give up Karen!”
Karen’s eyes closed and her fists clenched tightly into balls as she tried to ride out the pain. She rocked a little bit on her hips trying to create some separation from her tormenteress but the blinding pain mostly froze her in place.
After coming so close to defeat in the breast smother, Aubrey tool her time now that she had the advantage again, pressing her nerve hold tighter and tighter into Karen’s shoulder muscles. The hold was unlikely to force out a submission but achieved is primary goal of draining the fight out of the redhead. Karen started whimpering and sobbing quietly as Aubrey kept torturing her. After another minute or two of the submission hold, Aubrey released it with a flourish.
She rolled over the exhausted redhead onto her back before crawling on top of her and applyimng her own breast smother on Karen.
“Mmmppphhhh…mmmmppphhhh…mmmmppphhh….” Karen protested, stamping her feet.
“Ha! Turnabout is fair play Karen,” Aubrey taunted her.
Aubrey’s breasts weren’t much larger than Karen’s but she pressed them so tightly against the redhead’s nose and mouth that she immediately sent her rival into panic mode. Karen thrashed back and forth wildly trying to free herself but Aubrey rode her bucking bronco until fatigue inevitably set in.
Karen’s tummy rose up and down ever more slowly – along with Aubrey’s on top of her, as the last vestiges of oxygen were smothered out of her.
“Are you out yet, huh? Hey ref, check her!” Aubrey demanded.
The referee moved into position and lifted one of Karen’s arms which promptly crashed back onto the mat when he released it.
“HA!” Aubrey whooped.
Two subsequent checks by the ref had the same effect and he signaled for the bell to ring, officially ending the match.
“Get off her Aubrey. She’s done. Let her breathe.” the ref pleaded with the brunette.
Aubrey slowly peeled her tits, revealing Karen’s clammy, sweat soaked red face, her mouth gaping open trying to breathe.
Aubrey, still angry at how close she had come to being knocked out herself, couldn’t help herself and slowly fired a series of rights into the sleeping Karen’s jaw. Tomorrow the girl would wake up with a sore jaw and a blackened eye.
“Something to remember me by, loser,” Aubrey exclaimed before leaving her sleeping rival drooling on the mat.
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Topanga (Danielle Fishel "Girl meets world") vs Caroline (Beth Behrs)
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While not as wildly popular as her friend Max, Caroline had still enough talent and toughness to allow her to develope a respectable fan following in the catfight business. So it wasn't a surprise that her topless fight with the newcomer milf attracted a numerous and vocal audience; instead the surprise was to see how good her opponent was.
Topanga went into the fight at full force, first holding her own against Caroline, then forcing her leggy opponent on the defensive.
In the end Caroline was able to pull away Topanga and the two exhausted fighters stood at the opposing corner of the mat, taking advantage of the pause to catch their breath and study the next strategy.
Suddently Caroline dashed towards Topanga, trying to tackle her, but Topanga simply bended forward and lifted Caroline with a picture perfect back body drop.
The former socialite landed hard and her head hit the mat with a sickening thud.
Topanga sensed the opportunity and went for the kill with feral quickness and lowered her breasts over Caroline face, sealing her nose and mouth in an airtight prison of sweaty titflesh.
When Caroline awakened, the first thing she saw was Topanga towering over her in a victory pose, with a foot planted over her breast.
"Well, well, well..seems that our sleeping beauty finally woke up" Topanga giggled amid the audience laughters.
Caroline tried to reply but was quickly silcended when Topanga lifted the feet from her breast and forced over her mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, nobody cares what you have to say" Said Topanga with a suddently harsh tone. Then she cupped her own breasts and added: "I want you to send a message to your friend Max: tell her that I'm ready to put my babies against her saggy tits whenever she wants!"
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Scarlett Johansson VS Michelle Trachtenberg
Welcome Miss Witt, and thanks for a tremendous debut entry! ;D
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Scarlett Johansson vs Michelle Trachtenburg
This fight was quite a different story than the last time these two women fought.
An exhausted, sweaty Scarlett was barely able to stay up on her wobbly legs as a predatory Michelle advanced upon her. The blonde’s mouth was open, panting, her eyes unfocused, as Michelle grabbed her by the shoulders before firing a knee deep into her pussy.
“Gunnngghhh!” Scarlett grunted, her eyes shutting tight in pain, as she folded in on her herself.
A pitiless Michelle followed up by firing another knee straight into Scarlett’s chin. The blow rattled the blonde’s brain. She dropped onto her butt in shock.
Michelle followed her down. She wrapped one arm around Scarlett’s hips to pull her in closer before firing a series of rock hard fists into the pit of Scarlett’s tummy.
“Oooffff….ooooooffff…..OOOOOFFFFFF!!!” Scarlett exhaled as she was systematically gutted.
“HOW…DO…YOU….LIKE….IT…BITCH?” Michelle seethed as she punctuated each word with another punch.
Scarlett curled into a fetal ball, trying to protect her stomach from further blows.
Michelle then made a show of licking her palms, before wrapping her hands from behind over Scarlett’s mouth and nose in a hand smother.
“Shouldn’t give me your back, Scar” Michelle whispered in her ear.
“Mmmmfff…mmmmffff…mmmffff…” Scarlett protested, kicking her legs and squirming. Michelle was persistent though and kept the hand smother on until. Scarlett started becoming sluggish.
Michelle then rolled the blonde onto her back. She then crawled on top of Scarlett before plunging her tits over Johansson’s’s face. A tired Scarlett could do nothing to stop Michelle now. The brunette wrapped her arms behind Scarlett’s head, pushing the blonde’s face into her clammy tits.
“Suck on those tits, Scar. Suck on them loser, just like you did to me last time.”
Scarlett squirmed futilely, she wrenched her neck trying in vain to find some oxygen but Michelle was relentless.
“Feeling a little hot down there, Scar? Would you like a breath? Just one breath would feel really good about now, wouldn’t it?” Michelle kept taunting her.
A hysterical Scarlett was sobbing now. Michelle was right. She was desperate for a breath of air now.
“Awww. Is baby crying? Poor blondie” Michelle laughed.
Another oxygen-deprived minute passed by,
Scarlett’s arms dropped to her sides, her hands open. There was nothing she could do now as Michelle kept feeding her tit. Michelle moved her tits in semi circles, Scarlett’s head moving along with them, more and more sweat dripping down from breast to face.
Scarlett’s’ legs slid down.
Scarlett was out now, so out. But a smiling Michelle, enjoying her moment of revenge, was not ready to relinquish it.
“Are you asleep, Scar? Are you dead?” Michelle asked nonchalantly.
Michelle kept up her trash talking but to Scarlett it sounded more and more faint as her world faded to black,
Scarlett was in big trouble now.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Michelle Trachtenburg
That's right, you do not want to anger Ms. T. ;)
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Perfect writing! Pelas is gold no matter what happens!
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Charisma Carpenter vs Jaime Pressly
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The passage of time may have diminished somewhat the once-youthful stamina of the now forty-something beauties, but it has done nothing to dim the intensity which both Charisma and Jaime bring to a catfight. Even as both staved off utter exhaustion, their magnificent bikini-clad bodies dappled with beads of sweat, their chests heaving for breath as their lungs burned, they never relented for even a moment in their ferocity.
At the moment, the advantage was held by the blonde, who has snared her grunting adversary in a side headlock, Pressly's toned right arm tightening around Carpenter's neck. To add to the brunette's woes, Jamie borrows a dirty trick from pro wrestling, grinding a knuckle from her left fist against Charisma's eye, drawing shrill wails from her victim. In desperation, Carpenter's right hand reaches up between the thighs of her tormentor, her fingers clutching and squeezing at the blonde's womanhood, the thin fabric of her panties offering scant protection. Now it's Pressly's turn to howl in anguish; she releases her headlock and pulls free of the clawhold. Whirling around, fury blazing in her eyes, the blonde is ready to pounce...but she is met with a palm thrust to the chin that snaps her head backward sharply.
Eyes suddenly glazed, Jaime stumbled backward, and Charisma pressed her sudden upperhand, throwing a punch to her opponent's taut belly. Pressly grunts from the blow, but snaps out of her stupor and returns a fist of her own, which sinks deep into the brunette's firm tummy. This then becomes the contest, as the two beauties trade body punches, face slaps, and chest chops, their reserves of strength dwindling with every passing moment. Jaime's 34B's and Charisma's 34C's bounced wildly in their cups with every hammer blow, their hair damp and tangled, their arms growing leaden.
Suddenly the brunette lunges for her adversary, wrapping her arms around Pressly's waist and in a spectacular show of strength, hoisting the yelping blonde up over her shoulder. Charisma holds her there, giving a wry smile as she lands a few smacks to Jaime's rear end. But then without warning, Carpenter throws herself backward, dropping Jaime down to the floor as she lands on top of the blonde, the impact of landing as well as the brunt of her opponent's weight knocking the stuffings out of Pressly. She lay there on the penthouse floor, eyes fluttering shut as she slips into semi-consciousness. Charisma stands up and places a foot upon her beaten foe's chest for her victory pose.
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Love the Pressly/Carpenter match. Two of my all-time favorites in the world of imaginary catfights. Jaime had a few battles in her tv/film career and Charisma fought a few times in "Buffy" Excellent work as always, Jackflash. Thank you for all the time and effort you put into this.
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Kylie Jenner vs Taylor Swift
The battle in the hot yoga studio had been going on for close to an hour now. Crawling on her hands and knees, a parched Taylor was dying for a drink of water. Instead she got Kylie’s foot in her face as the brunette kicked her in the chin.
The blonde dropped flat onto her back, groaning. An almost equally exhausted Kylie plopped down onto Taylor’s stomach, driving air from the blonde’s diaphragm.
The brunette signaled to an attendant to bring her a glass of water. She took her time, drinking in in the cool liquid slowly. She enjoyed seeing the desperate Taylor reached for the glass before the brunette swatted her arm away.
“No, none for you,” said Kylie maliciously.
She then poured the remaining water down her chest, the water dribbling down her cleavage, further cooling her off.
“Water…water…” Taylor pleaded to the attendant.
“I said no!” seethed Kylie.
She then plunged her chest down onto Taylor’s face.
“Mmmmppphhh…mmmppphhhh,” Taylor screamed into Kylie’s tits, her dehydration immediately worsened by the furnace-like heat from Kylie’s breasts.
Kylie wrapped her arms behind Taylor’s head, pushing the blonde’s face more tightly against her chest.
Picture the tableau:. Taylor in a two piece pink outfit, a tank top and yoga pants being breast smothered by Kylie in a lacey black bra and black yoga pants. The two women were evenly-sized. They were longtime rivals with an almost identical win-loss record against each other. But things were coming to a climax now.
After smothering Taylor close to unconsciousness, Kylie wrapped up her legs around Taylor’s beck in a reverse neck scissors. Her rock hard thighs clamped around Taylor’s beck. She then started pulsing her leg muscles: tightening…then relaxing…before tightening again…Kylie’s thighs were firm from years of playing tennis. An already groggy Taylor’s face winced in pain every time Kylie flexed her legs. The blonde was in a kind of hell now. Sweaty, dehydrated, and utterly spent after the iron woman match. Every fresh pulse brought her face closer to Kylie’s glutes. Finally the brunette took the next logical step and just sat down on Taylor’s face, transitioning from a reverse scissors to a face sit.
“Mmmmpphhhh…nnnnnnnn….nnnnnnnnnn……” a muffled Taylor screamed in protest as Kylie just smiled. The last few minutes of dominance had filled the brunette with a shot of adrenaline.
This had not always looked so good for Kylie. She had been trapped in an excruciating camel clutch for more than five minutes, to the point where her back went numb. At another point Taylor had frozen her in place for several agonizingly long minutes with a nerve hold clamped on her trapezius muscles. Kylie thought she might have to give up but had fought through it.
She had taken away Taylor’s greatest weapons, her long, slim legs with constant sidekicks until the blonde’s speed was taken away and she stated limping. Once Kylie had achieved this, she started having more success tagging the blonde with gut shots and right and left crosses to the head until Taylor was wobbly and ripe for the picking.
Kylie’s reverie was broken when she realized that Taylor was no longer moving underneath her.
“Whoops.” Kylie giggled. She gingerly removed her pert derriere from Taylor’s face. She had to laugh when she saw how red and clammy Taylor’s face was. The brunette had done a real number on her.
Kylie picked her up by the armpits and dragged her into a corner of the room. Kylie sat herself in Taylor’s lap. She again signaled to the attendant to bring her a glass of water. She slapped Taylor awake but the blonde was just barely awake. Kylie again took her time, drinking the ice water slowly, taunting Taylor. The blonde licked her parched lip, soooo desperate for water. Instead she got a vicious right cross across the jaw. You could practically see the little birds chirping over Taylor’s head after the punch.
“No drinky for you, Taytay,” Kylie giggled.
After finishing off the glass of water, Kylie grabbed the strap of Taylor’s tank top and stripped the blonde of her shirt, exposing her lovely breasts.
“Hey, some get a shot of this,” Kylie ordered the attendant. The attendant dutifully moved into place and started taking photos of Kylie posing in victory over the topless Taylor.
After several minutes of displaying f her victim, Kylie snuggled closer to Taylor and once again plunged the blonde into a pitiless breast smother.
“Your tits aren’t bad, blondie but why not take a long look at a really nice rack” Kylie taunted.
She kept pressing and pressing and pressing her breasts more and more tightly against poor Taylor’s face. There was no escape for the blonde this time. Her arch enemy had her.
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Emilia Clarke vs Nathalie Emmanuel - Wrestling
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Emilia wanted revenge ever since she got an ass beating from Nathalie back in December of 2015 so she challenged her to a wrestling match. Overconfident and cocky Emilia taught she had this one in the back and it completely backfired.
(Emilia: Black strapless bra and black panties)
(Natalia: Red strapless bra and white panties)
Natalia was easily handling Emilia for about 3/4 of an hour, but Emilia was to stubborn to give up. Tired and with broken spirit she wasn't even fighting back so Natalia decided to have some fun before finishing her of.
Nathalie wrapped her legs around Emilia's ribs with a tight grip then she used her arms to pull on Emilia hair. No resistance, only moaning and shouting coming from Emilia's side: "Let go of me bitch!" "As you wish Khaleesi." she responded.
Nathalie decided to ditch the rules; She backed Emilia into a wall and started another series of punishments with a few knees to Emilia's stomach. Nathalie lets Emilia drop to the ground "Whats wrong my queen?" she grinned as she stomped Emilia's crotch. With Emilia rolling on the ground in pain Nathalie decided to sit on her legs and start another assault on Emilia stomach. After getting bored of punching Emilia's soft, now red belly, Nathalie decided to finally finish her off. Nathalie stood Emilia up and put both of her hands on Emilia's crotch squeezing as hard as she could then to add salt to the wound she wrapped things up with a hard kick between Emilia's legs. "You need to rethink your place" she whispered to defeated Emilia. She blew her a kiss and left the room.
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Taylor Swift vs Kylie Jenner
Taylor woke up with a wince, her face grimacing as Kylie’s knee pushed down on her neck. Taylor was face down on a bed, her hands tied behind her with a skipping rope. She had just lost an exhausting hot yoga match with Kylie.
The brunette had dragged Taylor into an adjoining bedroom after knocking the blonde out with a prolonged breast smother.
The match had moved into the punishment phase now and Kylie licked her lips at the prospect of the hurt she was going to put on her long-time rival.
She kept pressing her knee against the back of Taylor’s neck, leaning her weight into it. Taylor squirmed helplessly, her eyes closed tightly in pain. Kylie kept the punishment going for several long minutes.
She then flipped Taylor over onto her back. Kylie sat herself firmly on Taylor’s belly, then she started hopping up and down, driving her weight into Taylor’s core over and over, and pushing the oxygen out of the blonde.
“Ooooofffff…” Taylor exhaled, her cheeks puffing out every time Kylie bounced on her diaphragm. Kylie, enjoying herself, kept on bouncing up and down.
“Wheeeeeee!!!! Feeling a little winded blondie?” Kylie taunted.
Taylor found it increasingly difficult to get a breath in as Kylie’s malicious bouncing kept up.
Kylie didn’t want her passing out yet, though. She stopped the torture before Taylor went out. She got up and walked into an adjoining bathroom. Taylor heard her turn on the tap.
Kylie cam e back into the bedroom before dropping heavily back onto Taylor’s tummy, straddling the blonde’s stomach again. Kylie took a long, slow sip of ice water from a glass. A desperately dehydrated Taylor looked pleadingly up at Kylie,. She was so parched, so thirsty.
“Would you like a drink of water?” Kylie asked disingenuously. She had no intention of letting Taylor drink.
Instead she reached into the glass and pulled out an ice-cube. Kylie ran the ice cube along Taylor’s long, white neck, over her lips and over her forehead but being careful not to let the blonde drink in any moisture.
Instead she leaned over and slowly, once again, pressed her tits over Taylor’s face.
“Drink these in instead Taytay,” Kylie said, giggling.
“Mmmmppphhh…mmmmpphhhh…nooooooooooooooo…” Taylor protested. She wildly kicked her feet up and down. She couldn’t handle another breast smother, not another one!
“Hahaha. Are you hot down there, Taylor?” said Kylie.
Wrapping her arms behind Taylor’s head, Kylie kept pushing her breasts tighter and tighter against Taylor’s nose and mouth, not allowing her to get a breath in.
Taylor tried to free herself but her hands were tied too tightly and Kylie’s weight was too heavy pressing down on her. The heat from Kylie's breasts was overwhelming. It felt like someone had wrapped a wet towel tightly around her face.
Kylie rolled her shoulders, moving her tits in semi-circles over Taylor’s face. She kept this up for several long minutes bringing the blonde to the very brink of unconsciousness.
Finally she lifted up her breasts and allowed Taylor to breathe again. Taylor gulped in precious oxygen, gasping it in greedily. But any reprieve Taylor had was short-lived.
Kylie then inched up and clamped her thighs around Taylor’s neck. Keeping her pinned in place, Kylie slapped Taylor in the face.
The sharp blow snapped the blonde awake.
Kylie slapped her again, a bright, ringing clap.
Taylor looked in shock as Kylie rocked her.
Kylie slapped her again…and again….and again…
Eventually a trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of Taylor’s mouth.
CRACK! Another slap crashed against Taylor’s cheek.
Taylor’s eyes were unfocused and hazy as the rain of slaps continued. She was totally helpless now. There was nothing she could do but take Kylie’s punishment for as long as the brunette wanted to dish it out.
“You’re mine, bitch. Mine. I OWN you, you worthless slut,” Kylie hissed. “Only question is what should I do with you? Should I keep slapping you silly? Should I choke you out? Should I plant my big ass on your face? So many choices” Kylie continued.
“Should I let you live Taylor? Because your life is in my hands now, Taylor. You know that, right, huh? Answer me!”
SLAP!
Taylor groaned deeply. She could hear Kylie’s threats…dimly. She could feel the slaps ringing against her cheeks, although even that sensation was getting numb now. She was slipping away into a deep haze as her arch-enemy crowed over her. Her eyes closed. She swallowed hard, her throat burning from dehydration. She was fading out now. She was slipping away. What a mistake it had been to agree to this match with Kylie.
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Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
Kristen grabbed a handful of Emma’s hair before violently slamming the Brit’s head into the corner turnbuckle. Emma went wobbly kneed as her bell was rung. Liking what she saw, Kristen proceeded to repeat the turnbuckle blow again…then again…then again…
Finally she allowed Emma to slump to her haunches, her throbbing head resting against the ring post. Kristen followed her down and starting firing some short, sharp punches into Emma’s lower back, targeting her kidneys. Emma gasped, then bit her lip in pain, her eyes clenched tightly.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Kristen whispered in her ear.
The two women - the sarcastic, rebellious Kristen and the gentler, more soft-spoken Emma – were perfect rivals. One American, one Brit. Both 5’5, trim. Both in their 20’s. They had been feuding for several years now. They were evenly matched. Some days Emma would prevail, some days Kristen. However, since Emma had recently taken some time off, she lost a little bit of conditioning. Kristen pounced on the opportunity and had reeled off several wins in a row, becoming increasingly dominant each time. Emma was determined to get back on a winning track but things weren’t working out that way tonight.
After the debilitating kidney shots, Kristen got back to her feet above the still kneeling Emma. She pressed the point of her right knee into the back of Emma’s neck and started leaning her weight into the Brit. Emma ‘s wincing face was smushed up against the cold steel of the ring post as Kristen targeted her long, slim neck. Kristen could see Emma’s boyfriend looking on in alarm as Kristen beat up the Brit. The American, smiled, delighting in the fact that he was witnessing Emma’s destruction. Finally, Kristen stomped her foot on the back of Emma’s neck, drawing shocked gasps from the crowd at the violence of the blow.
Emma pooled down so she was flat on her stomach, moaning in pain and clutching at the back of her neck. Kristen grabbed her by the feet and dragged the Brit into the middle of the ring. The American then got down on the mat herself before clenching an STF on Emma, lifting the Brit’s upper body off the mat, by pulling on her neck from behind. The brutally applied hold put intense pressure on Emma’s neck and lower back. Almost immediately and involuntarily, Emma lifted up her hand as if she was about to tap out. Kristen smiled.
The ref, seeing Emma’s hand, stepped in: “Do you give up, Emma?”
“Nnnnnn….nnooooo…..no…” Emma said, desperately. The Brit was tough and renowned for her ability to take loads of punishment. In plenty of matches with Kristen she had been able to endure tough stretches like this and come back to beat the American and she was counting on being able to do so again.
Only problem was that Kristen was also counting on this stubbornness and used it to her advantage, cranking even further back on the STF until Emma was bent at a seemingly impossible angle. The kidney shots had already hurt her lower back and now the vicious STF was bringing her to brink of passing out.
“Ask her again, ref,” said Kristen, almost sweetly.
Again, Emma’s hand hovered over the mat. “Gunnnggh…” she cried out despite herself, tears starting to roll down her pretty face.
“Emma…Emma! Do you give up?” the ref asked again. Emma gave him a withering look, directing her anger at being trapped in this hold to the official.
Kristen started rocking the hold back and forth, adding even more impossible pressure on Emma.
Finally the Brit’s body relaxed as she passed out from the unbearable pain. The ref checked her arm once…twice…three times but it dropped like a rock every time. The bell rang signaling the official end of the match.
Kristen leaned over the prone Emma, grabbing her shoulders from behind and whispering in her ear “I knew I could count on you being too stupid to give up, blondie,” and giggling.
“Ropes!” Kristen commanded.
The stipulations in the match were clear. The winner would get 30 minutes to torture the loser and Kristen intended to take full advantage. Her corner brought her some burlap ropes as she demanded. She used one to tie Emma’s hands tightly behind her back. She wrapped another one more loosely around Emma’s neck and a third one around her waist. Those might come in handy later on.
She then sat Emma up on her butt in a sitting position. Kneeling behind her, Kristen peeled off the top of Emma’s one-piece swimsuit, exposing her lovely breasts to the crowd.
Emma’s boyfriend was horrified by her humiliation. He left the arena, not wanting to witness what came next.
Still kneeling behind her, Kristen worked one hand into Emma’s pussy and started using her fingers to fuck the Brit. Emma started moaning as she gradually woke up from her STF-induced sleep and started realizing where she was and what was happening to her. Kristen expertly manipulated Emma’s sex, quickly bringing her up to a boiling point.
“No….no…s-stop…” Emma pleaded.
“Shut up slut. I don’t care.” Kristen responded cruelly.
For several long minutes she kept Emma on the brink of orgasm, stimulating her…before relenting….then going to work again...rising…the falling…but denying the Brit the release she needed so badly.
“P-please…please…” Emma whimpered.
Finally with a couple of violent strokes, Kristen opened Emma’s flood gates and the Brit came.
“Hahaha! Timber!” Kristen laughed as Emma dropped down stomach first on the mat, covering her face in shame.
If Emma thought the humiliation was over though, she was sorely mistaken.
Kristen slapped her playfully on the ass, before slipping her hand into Emma from behind.
“Oh God! No! What are you doing?” Emma cried out.
“Just showing you a good time, Emma” the American replied.
Again she used a series of expertly applied strokes and thrusts to stimulate the Brit. With her hands tied behind her, there was nothing Kristen could do to defend herself. She was soaking wet with sweat now, her hair damp and stringy. Kristen was so relentless, so pitiless. Emma tried to resist but the American seemed to know just the exact spots to bring her to a boiling climax.
The whole time that Kristen was finger fucking her, she wrapped her other arm around Emma’s stomach from behind, holding her tightly in place. She also trash talked her incessantly.
“You’re a worthless slut, Emma. You know that right? Your fat ass can’t handle me anymore, blondie. I’m fucking the daylights out of you and there’s nothing you can do about it, can you? Because you’re my inferior aren’t you, bitch? I OWN you now, don’t I? Don’t I?”
Emma started crying again in utter humiliation. Kristen would not let up though, thrusting her hand in and out, in and out….constantly…relentlessly…until finally Emma exploded again.
Kristen wiped the Brit’s cum off her fingers in Emma’s sweaty, Brit locks.
She then flipped the Brit onto her back. She sat herself heavily on Emma’s tummy. Now is the moment where she would use the rope she had tied around Emma’s neck. She quickly tightened the noose around the Brit’s throat and started applying crushing pressure. Emma started coughing and gasping for breath, but Kristen simply roped the burlap around her hands two more times, further increasing the bite of the rope around her helpless rival’s neck.
“Now…give up, dummy. Be smart for once in your life and give up.”
A desperate Emma held out for another minute or so before she finally relented.
“I give. I give up. Enough. Please.” Emma pleded.
A big smile broke over Kristen’s face, as she had finally broken the Brit’s spirit.
“Yes!” she said, pumping her fist in victory.
But she didn’t let up on the rope choke. No, Emma was not getting off that easy.
Emma’s face turned red, her eyes panicky. A long line of drool dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.
Kristen wrapped the two ends of the rope around her hands again, further tightening the noose.
“I give…I give…I give…” Emma croaked.
“Yeah, I know you do Emma. Good girl,” said Kristen, laughing, "but, unfortunately for you, I've still got 10 minutes on the clock,"
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Absolutely a masterpiece, many thanks. A rematch would be superb.
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That story was a brilliant master piece Savant I hope you might consider a follow up with Emma getting her revenge
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HWA: Scarlett Johansson vs Sayuki Matsumoto
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It had been a rousing battle right from the opening bell. With Scarlett's Pacific Championship belt on the line, the blonde was at the peak of her game...but so was her challenger. The two fought to a veritable stalemate for some fifteen minutes, until finally the tide turned in favor of one beauty...and turned hard.
The pivot point came when Johansson sought to finish off her opponent with a heart punch, one of the Champ's most effective moves. Her fist sank deep into the cleavage of Sayuki, and the Japanese juggernaut's face twisted into a mask of pain...BUT, she did not go down. Both wrestlers stood there unmoving for several long moments, shock registering across Scarlett's visage, as no one had ever withstood her heart punch before. Matsumoto shook her head as if to clear a fog, and then suddenly she sprang to life, adrenaline pumping through her veins, her eyes blazing with rage. And from that point on, Johansson was agonizingly overwhelmed by her adversary, as Sayuki slammed her from pillar to pole.
And now, the blonde was in a corner, arms draped over the top ropes on either side, her jaw slack and eyes glazed, her lush body limp. It was all she could do to not slump to the mat...but remaining in this spot was no virtue, for across the length of the ring stood Matsumoto. And then the almond-eyed Amazon charged at her rival, racing with all the speed she could muster, until her body slammed into that of Scarlett's like a runaway bullet train! The blonde let out a loud gasping wail, and as Sayuki stepped back, the Champ began to keel forward like a felled tree.
However, the brunette dipped at the knees and caught Johansson across her shoulders. And then, in a magnificent display of sheer raw power, the Japanese battler carried her hapless opponent to the center of the ring, and there she slowly turned in a circle, displaying Johansson as a huntress displays her prize trophy. When she had completed a full rotation she looked directly into the cameras, their cyclopian eyes beaming this moment into millions of homes the world over, and in a taunting bellow she shouted, "Kore wa anata no chanpiondesu ka? Kanojo wa watashi ni kurabete nanimonai! Nanimonai! Watashi wa watashi no yetsu-sei o shmei shimashita!" (Rebroadcasts would provide a subtitle in English: "This is your champion? She is nothing compared to me! Nothing! I have proven my supremacy!"). And then, drawing gasps of amazement from the thunderstruck crowd, Matsumoto gorilla pressed the moaning Scarlett's body up above her head, and then slammed her to the canvas with such force, the whole ring shook!
Now battered unconscious, Johansson offered no resistance greater than a soft, sobbing groan as Sayuki planted her boot upon the fallen blonde's heaving chest and the referee counted to three. The belt was then wrapped around the waist of the new Champion, while the dethroned Queen was carried away on a stretcher.
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That's true life. Asians are the hottest and strongest females ever. Have a look on Matsumotos unbelievable body and face! Simply the best.
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That's true life. Asians are the hottest and strongest females ever. Have a look on Matsumotos unbelievable body and face! Simply the best.
Can we please get past these ignorant race based comments?
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Beyonce vs Katy Perry
Wonderful work, Stories! We need more Katy Perry here. Keep it up! :)
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there is no way Perry beats Beyonce. Perry is a punching bag in this and many other matchups
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Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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"DON'T. YOU. DARE."
Whoever had put together the guest list for this Hollywood party clearly had not known one very specific rule of event planning: Never invite Amanda Seyfried and Michelle Trachtenberg to the same soiree. Their rivalry in the elite celebrity catfighting circuit had escalated into an all-out war that was likely to erupt anywhere. The instant the two beauties lock eyes across the room, they glared daggers at one another. The silence was soon broken by catty insults, which rapidly degenerated into snarled and profane threats. And then, before anyone realized what was happening, the other guests found themselves stepping back to give ample room to the two ladies as they tore into each other.
After a minute or two of hair tearing, the action shifted to slaps to faces and backhand chops to chests. They toiled in stalemate for several minutes more, each too equally matched to dominate the other, until finally Amanda managed to snare her nemesis with a Standing Dragon Sleeper. As the blonde bent the struggling Trachtenberg backward at the waist, she smirked and giggled, her eyes scanning the room, watching all of these powerful figures in the entertainment business drinking in the sight of her dominance.
But she would have been wiser to focus her attention on her adversary, for although the brunette was trapped at the moment, she was far from hopeless. With a blur of motion, up shot Michelle's left leg, perfectly sculpted by years of ballet training. Her shin smashed perfectly between Seyfried's eyes, leaving those green orbs suddenly glazed and spinning in their sockets as she released her rival and stumbled backward. Trachtenberg was upright and spun around in an instant, landing a backhanded slap to the blonde's face that cracked loudly throughout the room, and send Seyfriend reeling back several more steps. The brunette pursued her, roughly shoving her arch-rival's back up against the wall. Grabbing Seyfried by her blonde locks, Michelle then began banging the back of her head again and again into the wall, cracking the plaster while Amanda's eyes grew glassier still and she punctuated her moans with tiny pained yips with every blow of her skull against the wall.
Still holding the blonde by her hair, Trachtenberg dragged her on stumbling feet to the center of the large room, then stepped behind her opponent. By sheer coincidence, both actresses were wearing dresses by Louis Vuitton tonight, and although they looked entirely different from one another, just the fact that they shared the same designer was intolerable. From behind Seyfried, Michelle reached her hands around and grasped tightly the front of her foe's dress. It was then that Amanda came out of her stupor and intoned in a voice that was equal parts fury and fear, "DON'T. YOU. DARE."
"Oh, I think I do dare," the brunette winsomely replied, and suddenly the unmistakable sound of fabric being torn filled the air. In a flash, the front of Amanda's expensive attire was torn away, leaving her topless. But if Michelle thought the sudden exposure would humiliate her rival, she had forgotten that Amanda was no prude, and wasn't the least bit reluctant to display her lithe body in all of its glory. What she objected to was being rendered naked by her hated arch-nemesis. Rage filled the blonde's eyes, and while Trachtenberg basked in what she believed to be a moment of triumph, she was unprepared for the elbow that was thrown, the bony joint connecting squarely with the side of her head. And now it was Michelle's turn to be suddenly stunned, and she staggered backward, shaking her head to try and clear the sudden haze.
Seyfried whirled around and lunged at her foe, wrapping her right arm around Michelle's neck for a side headlock. Amanda then ran forward, pulling the brunette along with her, until they neared the wall. At the last instant the blonde came to a sudden halt, but as she released her headlock, Michelle had no means of braking, and now it was her head slamming into the wall. Leaving a fair-sized indentation in the drywall, Trachtenberg flew backward from the impact, landing with a thud on her rear end, eyes half-shut and mouth agape as she sat there badly dazed. Amanda dropped to one knee behind her, planting her other knee between the brunette's shoulder blades, and Seyfried's fingers slipped into the corners of her victim's mouth, painfully stretching it wide as she pulled her head back. The embattled brunette shrieked in anguish, her hands flailing haplessly in the air as her legs thrashed on the floor in front of her.
Her eyes glancing to the side, the blonde takes note of the tatters of her decolletage on the carpet beside her. Suddenly releasing her hold, she scoops up the fabric and wraps it around her rival's slender throat. Michelle's eyes go wide as she gasps for air, her fingers clutching and tugging uselessly at the improvised garrote that now strangled her. Such a tactic was frowned upon in a sanctioned catfight, but for this impromptu brawl, no one sought to give voice to their complaints.
Still holding the fabric noose tight around her foe's throat, Amanda used it to pull Michelle up as the blonde stood on her feet. She then artfully spun around, the cloth still firmly in place, until the beauties were back to back. Dipping her knees, Seyfried pulled Trachtenberg's body backward over her left shoulder, as the brunette's legs dangled on one side of Seyfried, and her strangled throat was on the other. Michelle squirmed in agony, her face purpling from lack of air...and then she went limp. Amanda released the choking fabric to allow her now-unconscious adversary to breath again, and she slowly turned around, showing off her beaten nemesis as Michelle lay like a rag doll over the blonde's shoulder.
Then, letting her foe drop to the floor and land in a heap of twisted limbs, Amanda removed the remnants of her own dress, methodically removed Michelle's garb and, claiming the designer dress as her "spoils", donned the togs, leaving the insensate brunette clad in only her black lace panties on the mansion's floor. Throwing back her head with a triumphant laugh, Seyfried happily accepted a proffered glass of champagne and rejoined the party, encouraging the spectators to tell her in great deal how magnificent she was.
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Emma Watson vs Kristen Stewart: Shot to the Heart!
As a sweaty Emma Watson was pushed into a corner of the ring and tagged with a lusty right cross to the jaw by Kristen Stewart, the Brit bemoaned her failed plans for revenge against her American arch-enemy.
After their last bout, a devastating squash that ended with Emma being brought to a series of humiliating orgasms, Watson had vowed to get her revenge. She had trained hard and was in peak shape. She watched old videos of past matches she had won against Kristen to boost her confidence.
So far though nothing was working out. Kristen was a beast. She had used her long legs to kick Emma repeatedly, first targeting Watson’s own legs, then sending straight thrusts into the Brit’s tummy. When Emma started sagging, Kristen started sending spinning kicks into her arch-enemy’s face. Enough of these got through to stun Watson and put a wobble in her legs.
Kristen capitalized and started firing left and right crosses, uppercuts and jabs at Watson. Emma covered up as best as she could but was constantly on the defensive. The only redeeming thing was that so far, Kristen had not unleashed any of the devastating submission holds she had used so effectively on Emma last match. No smothers, chokes or STFs so far. However Kristen was softening up her rival in order to do just that.
As Kristen advanced upon Emma in the corner though, the complexion of the match changed in a heartbeat…literally.
Emma saw her coming, planted her legs and with all her remaining strength punched Kristen straight in the heart. The American’s girl’s face went white and she collapsed in Emma’s arms. A heart punch! This is something that Emma had specifically been working on with her trainers. She knew that, properly delivered, a heart punch could knock all the starch out of an opponent.
Kristen pushed herself away from Emma and tried to walk it off, stumbling on suddenly shaky legs. An opportunistic Emma however was not about to let this chance escape. She tacked Kristen from behind, bringing both of them crashing to the mat. Scrambling on top of Kristen, she turned the American around so she was sitting on her. She then lined herself up and sent another punch straight into Kristen’s heart. Then another. Bingo! Kristen was jolted like she had been zapped with a resuscitator.
“HA! Shot through the heart.And you're to blame!” sang a gleeful Emma, channeling Bon Jovi,
A suddenly desperate Kristen slowly squirmed onto her stomach and tried crawling away to get some distance between herself and Emma but the heart punches had left her weak as a kitten.
Emma got to her feet and reaching down grabbed Kristen by a handful of hair. She lifted up the American so she was (barely) standing. Emma nestled up to her and positioned her for a stunner. She wrapped an arm around Kristen’s head before suddenly dropping down to her butt. Kristen’s jaw bounced off Emma’s shoulder, rattling her teeth and sending another jolt of electricity right up Stewart’s spine. Kristen flipped over entirely and lay on her stomach like road kill.
“Whooo!” Emma, exulted, pumping her fist.
She then pulled back her leg before firing a soccer-style kick into the downed Kristen’s face.
“Gunnnggghhhh!” the American cried out as the kick exploded against her jaw.
Stars were spinning around Kristen’s head. How had things changed so quickly? She had been in total control of Emma and all of a sudden she couldn’t think, couldn’t move, she barely knew where she was.
The next thing she knew, Emma had grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her up to a sitting position. Emma sat herself in front of Kristen, she wrapped one arm behind Kristen pulling her in tight, then started firing heavy gut shots into Kristen’s tummy.
“PAK!”
“Oooooffff…”
“PAK!”
“Ungh!”
“PAK!”
“Pfffftttt…”
Emma was lining up her shots carefully, firing her fists as deep and as hard as she could into Kirsten’s stomach, using her belly button as a target. Kristen’s face screwed up in pain as each punch drilled her.
After all the air had been punched out of her, Emma pounced on Kristen, bringing them both crashing back onto the mats. She stuffed her modest but firm breasts into Kristen’s face, smothering her.
“Mmmppppphhhh….nnnnnnnnnnn…” Kristen protested.
“Suck on my tits, dummy!’ Emma taunted her.
Her arms were wrapped around the back of Kristen’s head, keeping her face firmly in place as Emma pushed and pushed and pushed…pressing her breasts as firmly as she could into Kristen’s nose and mouth, not letting her get even a taste of air.
“Go on, dummy, suck on them….lick them…or tap out!” Emma demanded.
A desperate Kristen tried to lift up her hips and squirm her way out of the breast smother but Emma had her full weight on her and she was almost completely wrecked after the multiple heart punches, the stunner and the belly shots in quick succession. Her hips dropped back onto the mat, as she accepted her fate.
A delighted Emma could feel the fight drain out of Stewart and excitedly pressed her advantage. She started shaking Kristen’s head back and forth, like a dog tearing at a bone. But she was always careful not to let Kristen breathe.
A minute went by…then another…
“You’re such a dumb girl, Kristen. You always have that stupid, blank, stoner look on your face. How did you ever beat me? I am your superior in every way. But I guess you’re finding that out now, aren’t you?” teased Emma.
Emma just kept up the smother, even after Kristen’s arms and legs splayed out and she completely limp. Finally she lifted her breasts off Kristen’s face, a wet popping sound was heard as she released the seal.
Emma then grabbed one of Kristen’s legs and pinned her. The ref counted 1-2-3 as the crowd exploded.
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After several minutes, Kristen shook her head and started gradually waking up from her slumber. She felt pressure, terrible pressure. Slowly she realized that she was lying face down in the middle of the ring , that her hands were tied up tightly behind her and that Emma was thrusting her fingers in and out of her from behind, over and over, bringing her slowly, inevitably to an organism.
“No…no….s-stop…” Kristen whispered.
“Yes! YES! How do YOU like it, K?” hissed Emma, getting her sweet revenge at last.
Emma had peeled down Kristen’s mauve one-piece swimsuit to her waist, exposing Stewart’s breasts. Flashes went off in the audience as the fans documented her humiliation with their devices.
A sweaty Emma continued finger-fucking her arch enemy, bringing her close to a climax…before slowing down and letting her cool off briefly….then speeding up the rhythm again…keeping Kristen on the verge of release for as long as possible, without putting her out of her combined pain and pleasure.
Kristen buried her face in the mat, unsuccessfully trying to hide her shame
Emma would periodically slap Kristen’s ass, showing her ownership of the American before resuming the grinding finger fuck.
Finally she built Kristen to a furious climax.
“Unghhhh…ungghhh….unngghh……oh…oh….GAWWWWWDDDD!” Kristen screamed.
Emma felt satisfaction as her enemy burst into an orgasm.
“Ha! Got you, you dirty slut!” Emma cackled.
Emma stood up and grinded her foot against Kristen’s face, smushing Stewart’s cheek against the mat. Watson basked in the wild applause from the audience.
After a few minutes of posing, Emma lifted Kristen up to her feet. Grabbing her arm from behind in a hammerlock, Emma marched her into the backstage area, where she planned to spend the rest of the night inflicting more torture on her hated rival.
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Yes that was beautiful such an amazing story
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Penny vs Max: Mud Match
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Always interested in finding new ways to present the hottest, wildest feud in apartment wrestling, the host of the latest confrontation between West Coast blonde Penny and East Coast brunette Max decided to get creatively messy, and put the two battling beauties in a mud pit!
The ferocity between them remained undimmed in this latest chapter of their ongoing war, but the mud was a game changer; as the two naked waitresses sloshed and slid around the pit on their hands and knees, they found it difficult to use many of their usual holds (victims found it easy to slip out of bearhugs and scissors). What's more, the mud found its way into their eyes, blinding them, and into their mouths and noses, making it difficult to catch their breath. As a result, the two were on the brink of exhaustion with neither seemingly able to finish the other off.
By now, the two buxom beauties were so covered with mud, it was difficult to tell who was who. One managed to get behind the other and wrapped her right arm around her rival's throat, intending to choke her out. But a suddenly elbow to the ribs put a halt to that effort, and a moment later the supposed victim had reached behind herself, grabbed her opponent, and pulled her up across her shoulders. Now subjected to a crude torture rack, the curvaceous beauty's rasping howls revealed her as Max. The New Yorker writhed in agony as her lush body was painfully twisted, but she was unable to pull free.
But her thrashings finally left Penny with no choice but to release her. But even as Max slid down her tormentor's back and landed in the gooey mud, the blonde turned herself around, roughly shoved her nemesis onto her stomach, mounted her back, and began pushing the East Coast battler's face into the mire. Max's arms flailed as she couldn't breath, but with rapidly slower movements, until both limbs flopped down. Still holding Max by her mud-soaked hair, Penny yanked her head up, allowing the barely conscious brunette to gulp in precious air.
Victorious, a beaming smile of pearly whites shining out in the midst of her mud-darkened face, Penny scoffingly sneered at her beaten foe, "Let this be a lesson to you...never fight a Nebraska farm girl in the mud!"
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The Emma vs Kristen is totally exciting, very well done, many thanks.
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Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.
The Emma vs Kristen is totally exciting, very well done, many thanks.
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Flashback 1999: Alyson Hannlgan vs Melissa Joan Hart
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As befits TV's two most famous witches, this pro-style match was almost magical in its intensity. The two beauties had raged throughout the ring for the better part of twenty minutes, and now as Alyson and Melissa were both teetering on the precipice of physical exhaustion, they each knew that the next few minutes would tell who would emerge the winner.
At the moment, it appeared that the redhead was on the path to victory, as Hart stood dazed in center ring, and Hannlgan dashed to the ropes, bounded off of them, and rushed back toward her opponent, right arm raised and ready for Russian Sickle clothesline. But Aly hadn't noticed her supposedly dazed foe ball her right fist, and at the last instant, Melissa ducked under the clothesline even as she threw her right fist up, nailing Hannlgan flush just above her cleavage with the blonde's 'Hart Breaker' heartpunch. Alyson stopped dead in her tracks, mouth agape and glazed eyes crossing as she struggled to stay upright; that goal was thwarted as Hart pushed her palm to Aly's face and roughly shoved her onto her back.
Everyone in the arena knew what was coming next: the blonde scaled up the nearest turnbuckles, steadying herself on the top ropes, and then launched herself into the air, her body a missile of destruction aimed at that of her adversary, an instant away from delivered an aerial bodysplash that promised to put the redhead away once and for all.
But now it was Hannlgan's turn at unveiling a surprise, as she managed to bring her knees up; Melissa impaled her stomach across the bony joints as she landed, leaving her flat on her back and clutching her belly as she gasped loudly for breath. The two beauties lay on the canvas for a while, each trying desperately to rally themselves, until finally both struggled up to their knees. Facing one another, it was Hart who struck first, sinking the fingers of her right hand onto her rival's stomach, pitting one of the most lethal clawholds in the HWA with the fabled 'iron abs' of the redhead. Aly let out an agonized squeal and seemed paralyzed by pain for several long moments, but then she brought her own right hand up slowly, and then with sudden cobra swiftness jabbed her index and middle finger inside her tormentor's mouth, and pressing her thumb to Hart's jaw while her fingers latched down inside of her mouth, locking on her merciless mandible clawhold.
The pair moaned in pain as one, each struggling to withstand the agony while driving the other into submission. They remained in this living tableau of anguish for one minute...then two...then three, their bodies swaying and trembling as tears trickled down their cheeks.
Until at last, one beauty could withstand it no longer. With a loud, pitiful sigh, Melissa's hand fell free from her rival's now-bruised abdomen and her body went limp as she slipped into semi-consciousness and fell to her back. Aly released her clawhold and covered her opponent for the pin...hedging her bets by grabbing Melissa's suit at the bottom to better hold her in place, in case the blonde attempted to kick out. But it was an unnecessary precaution, as Hart offered no resistance as the referee slapped the mat for one...two...three!
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I've just realized we're three and a half years into the 'Finish Her' thread...the first post was in October of 2015. I guess we all had something to say on the subject, eh? ::)
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What a great thread its been!
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Jena Malone vs Aubrey Plaza
A sweaty, exhausted Jena Malone took a right uppercut under the chin, a sharp cracking sound resonating in the sauna – as Aubrey Plaza advanced upon her. The blow sent the blonde Malone reeling backwards until her back hit the wall. A dead-eyed Aubrey – who was on the verge of collapse herself, advanced upon her long-time enemy before driving up her knee into the pit of Jena’s stomach.
“Oooooooooffffffffff!!!” Jena exhaled, her cheeks puffing out, before folding over in two.
A satisfied Aubrey smiled and patted Jena on her damp back, while catching her own breath. She leaned down and whispered in Jena’s ear:
‘That’s right Jena, just a little longer, just a few more blows and you’re all mine,” purred Aubrey.
The two arch enemies had a real hate on for each other. They had been fighting each other for years and the intensity seemed to ratchet up gradually. Jena had pit Aubrey through a table in theier last match and Plaza had required some hospitalization after. Aubrey was not going to let that be the end of it though. That’s what led to this special stipulation match. The two young women were locked into a steamy sauna together and the match would go on until one of them was knocked out cold. Aubrey was dressed in a sexy bikini, Jena in a one piece with a plunging v-shaped opening showing off her cleavage. Both of the women had long, lovely legs that were on full display.
The humid environment of the sauna added an additional degree of difficulty to the match. They were quickly dehydrated and panting. As they beat on each other relentlessly, they got more and more exhausted. The match was very even for the first 30 minutes or so with the rivals exchanging punches, kicks and submission holds but as it wore on Aubrey proved to have a light advantage in conditioning and endurance. A key moment came when the brunette grabbed Aubrey by the hair and pounded her head against the sauna bench, nearly concussing the blonde.
After that Malone was on the defense, weathering a series of punches and kicks until Aubrey tagged her with the right cross and followed up with the knee to the gut.
Aubrey then started slowing the match down. She punched Jena again, dropping her down to her butt propped up against the wall. Aubrey then started thrusting palm strikes into Jena’s stomach over and over. The strikes were like knives in Jena’s belly and she gasped in pain. She grabbed Aubrey by the shoulders, hanging on, but the brunette was getting in a groove now pistoning one strike after another, using the blonde’s belly button as her bull’s-eye.
Finally Jena pooled onto her side, her eyebrows arched in pain. Aubrey snuggled up behind her and roped her arms around Jena’s midsection. Aubrey then started squeezing Jena’s midsection, in a kind of malicious Heimlich maneuver.
“Oh…oh!” Jena gasped in surprise and pain.
Aubrey’s ropey little muscles pulsed as she squeezed and squeezed. She dug her forehead into Jena’s spine, adding to the blonde’s discomfort. She was in heaven now, enjoying every moment of her revenge against Jena.
“Put me through a table, huh? Huh” Aubrey seethed, before sending another squeeze into Jena.
Aubrey then wiggled into a sitting position so she was more comfortable, dragging Jena into her lap but making sure not to release her gut clenching squeeze. The change in position though allowed Jena to fire a back elbow into Aubrey’s chin.
BAM! Nailed her!
The unexpected blow stunned Aubrey and she was defenseless as Jena smashed another back elbow into her chin. Then another, this time into the bridge of the brunette’s nose, breaking it.
Aubrey’s eyes watered in intense pain. She tried to push Jena away but the blonde was not about to release her sudden advantage. She squirmed around so she was facing Aubrey. She then wrapped her arms around the back of Aubrey’s head and plunged the brunette’s face into her sweaty breasts.
Jena’s chest was like a furnace after this long, exhausting match. Aubrey felt like she was on fire as the blonde’s body heat overwhelmed her.
“Nnnnn…..noooo….nooooo…” Aubrey protested, trying to pull at Jena’s in an unsuccessful bid to free herself. Jena just pushed and pushed and pushed though, smushing her tight little tits against Aubrey’s nose and mouth, not letting her get a breath in.
“Funny how momentum can change, huh Aubrey? One minute you're kicking my ass...the next minute you're in a world of darkness, desperate for air,” Jena taunted, a smug smile on her face.
Aubrey screamed in angry protest but it was completely muffled by Jena’s relentless breast smother.
A minute passed…
90 seconds…
Aubrey’s arms dropped to her side, her hands splayed open.
Two minutes…
180 seconds…
Still Jenna kept going. After the beating she had taken in this match, she was going to squeeze every moment of pleasure out of this.
Finally she peeled her breasts off Aubrey’s face. Jena laughed when she saw the results of her smother. Plaza’s face was red, her eyebrows arched, her mouth open, a line of drool dripping from her bottom lip, her wet, stringy hair was plastered to her head.
“Checkmate bitch!” Jena declared triumphantly.
She then grabbed a jump rope she had brought with her into the sauna. She tied Aubrey’s hands tightly behind her, then rolled the sleeping brunette into her back.
Jena then stated methodically attacking Aubrey’s pride and joy, her long, shapely legs. Jena started grinding the point of her elbow into Aubrey’s knee cap, trying to dislocate it. The sharp pain started reviving Aubrey out of her deep slumber but there was nothing she could do with her hands tied. Jena pounded her elbow repeatedly into Aubrey’s kneecap the switched back to a grind.
Aubrey’s’ entire body tensed up in excruciating pain. Uncharacteristically, the brunette, a quintessential tough girl, started sobbing.
Finally, there was a popping sound as Jena succeeded in her goal of dislocating Aubrey’s left kneecap.
Not wasting a minute, she grabbed the brunette’s other leg and started doing the same grinding and pounding on Aubrey’s right kneecap.
Aubrey twisted in agony, biting her bottom lip to try and prevent a scream.
“God….god…stop…Jena…stop Jena….”
“No,” said a hardhearted Jena.
Finally, after another minute or two, there was a scrunching sound as Jena dislocated Aubrey’s other kneecap.
“HA! Busted!” Jena exclaimed in victory.
Any respite that Audrey had was short-lived though as Jean scooted down and grabbed Aubrey in an ankle lock, she stated twisting Aubrey’s ankle, like someone wringing out the moisture from a wet tea towel.
“Unghhhh…” Aubrey grunted, again biting her lip. She buried her face in her hands trying to hide the pain etched in her face.
“Still got a few more joints to work on Aubrey. Shouldn’t have let yourself get jugged out. Hang in there girl. It’s going to be a long night,” said Jena laughing triumphantly.
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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. :(
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Hope this is okay for a first time in this thread...? ;) It's a bit more than just a 'finish her', but once I started writing I felt like expanding it into more.
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Kim Kardashian vs. Taylor Swift
Neither Kim or Taylor could believe the situation that they were in. Sure, both of them had known they were set for a fight tonight, and they each it was going to be (of all things!) a mud match, but...the two of them had never dreamed they'd up against one another. For Taylor, the announcement had came as something of a shock. Kim outweighed her by a significant margin, and was slightly more experienced with this type of thing. As the bout started, Taylor couldn't deny the soft voice of worry in the back of her mind, the one calling out to her, the one telling her that she wasn't going to stand a chance in this match-up.
For Kim, however? It was like a dream come true.
She would never tell the blonde bitch to her face, but Kim had to give Taylor credit. She had came at the thicker and heavier woman hard and fast, launching herself at Kim the moment the bell rang out. She had gotten in a good number of strong and stiff strikes, throwing a few hard chops to her beautiful breasts, before finally sending a sudden knee into Kim's stomach. At that moment, the undisputed Queen of the Kardashians was doubled over, leaving herself wide open to any sort of follow-up that Taylor would have in store for her.
But Taylor didn't capitalize, and that was her mistake.
She had spent too long playing to the crowd, preening over her early advantage against Kim. If only she had followed through on her attack. If only she hadn't turned away, for that brief, terrible moment. In that moment, that short instant that the blonde pop princess turned from Kim to smirk at the crowd, the darker-haired woman straightened up. Her hands came up, grabbing Taylor by her shoulders from behind, and with one sharp twist of her body to the side, Kim was standing tall over Taylor. The blonde was left lying in the mud, the Kardashian towering over her.
Taylor never got the chance to get back up, not by her own power. Kim swung her foot out, sending a stomp to Taylor's stomach, then a kick to her ribs, then another stomp, straight to the center of Taylor's chest. Poor little Tay-Tay didn't have a chance to fight back. She shrieked, and she tumbled around in the mud, but Kim was there again and again, raining a righteous fury down on her.
Eventually, when Taylor no longer had the energy to keep trying to get away, Kim relented on her attack. She leaned down, bending over towards Taylor (giving the cheering audience a rather nice view of her thick bottom in the process!), and grabbed her by the hair. With a few sharp tugs, Taylor was back on her feet, though it was only Kim's grip on her that was keeping her standing. If the Kardashian had wanted to be nice, she would have tossed Taylor back down and yelled at the referee to end the fight, but...Kim was feeling particularly malicious today.
She released her grip on the pop princess' hair, and while Taylor wavered for an instant, shaking on wobbly legs, she didn't get the chance to go back down. Kim's arms wrapped around her instead, the thicker and more voluptuous woman wrapping them tight around the taller woman, drawing her into an inescapable bearhug against her body. Kim began to squeeze, and Taylor's head rolled back, screams of pain and misery emerging from her lips as the Kardashian's submission was locked in on her. She was trapped, caught in the hold of a woman who (by all accounts) couldn't stand her, and she didn't have a single way to fight back.
Kim, on the other hand, was loving the situation!
She was loving the feeling of having Taylor trapped, practically pinned against her body. She was loving the feeling of the mud that had stuck to the blonde's body rubbing against her skin. She was loving the way her breasts, full and soft and beautiful, were pushing into Taylor's, practically smothering the thinner woman's own set with their greater size and weight. She was loving everything about this, and she couldn't wait for what was sure to come next.
"Submit, bitch!"
The words came from Kim's lips, a stern demand, but to her credit Taylor tried to resist. She tried to hold on, trying to withstand the crushing bearhug, but it was just too much for her to bear. She tried to wiggle free, thinking the mud would be an asset for that plan, but Kim's arms were wrapped just a little too tight for that. After a moment more of trying to survive, she finally went limp in Kim's arms, her eyes closing as her head rolled to the side, the words practically drooling from her mouth: "I...submit..."
At the sound of Taylor's surrender, the referee called for the bell, and Kim let go of Taylor. The blonde dropped like a rock into the mud, splashing it against Kim, but the dark-haired beauty paid it no mind. She kicked Taylor one more time, forcing her onto her back, and then planted her foot into the center of the woman's chest. Proud of her fairly easy win, Kim raised her arms into the air, standing victoriously over Taylor as the audience erupted into cheers for her.
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A spectacular introduction to the thread, GG...thank you, and welcome! I look forward to see more from you. :D
Hope this is okay for a first time in this thread...? ;) It's a bit more than just a 'finish her', but once I started writing I felt like expanding it into more.
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Kim Kardashian vs. Taylor Swift
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A spectacular introduction to the thread, GG...thank you, and welcome! I look forward to see more from you. :D
Ah! You flatter me. :) Thank you!
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Career enders
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Lorde vs Kylie Jenner
Kylie had entered the fight supremely confident she would get the win. Walking in wearing a crown on her head and smirking at Lorde who she considered to be just a basic bitch. But now "queen" Kylie was stripped to her panties and was on her knees in front of Lorde who stood behind her. Kylie stared out at the crowd, eyes wide in horror as they actively cheered "Fin-ISh her!" at Lorde. Kylie couldn't believe she had lost to this basic bitch. She was ruined. tears started to stream down her face just as she was about to beg she felt lorde forcefull pull her head back and put her in a dragon sleeper. Kylie struggled for a few minutes, her bra popping off showing everyone in the world her bouncing tits. She pulled at lorde's arm but the young singer growled and pulled harder on kYlie's neck and she smirked as she saw the slut's arms spasm and fall limp as she passed out. Lorde let Kylie flop to the floor, her legs folded under at the knees still. Lorde then kicked Kylie onto her belly and lifted her ass in the air before pulling her panties down around her bronzed thighs. The kylie fans in the crowd looked on in horror as everyone else snapped pictures as lorde posed over their defeated queen. Kylie's billion dollar business went bankrupt a few months later. No one wanted product from a loser.
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Tana mongeau Vs Miley Cyrus
Tana was feeling on top of the world as she stood over Miley. She couldnt beleive her good luck in booking a fight against such a famous opponent. All she had to do was win and it would boost her career exponentially. And now she was moments from doing just that. Miley had fought hard and Tana had a few bruises and scratches to show for it but now it was nearly over. Miley was on her back holding her bruised belly and groaning. tana reached down and grabbed a fistful of Miley's hair and pulled her up to her feet. Miley looked into Tana's eyes looking angry but unable to fight back. tana smirked before slamming her fist up into the singers belly over and over. Miley acted tough for as long as she could but after half a dozen punches she started to cry. "OK! UNNGH!! OKAY!" miley managed to get out. Tana responded, "Okay what?" She asked before smaking Miley's belly with another hard punch. "i give! you win!" Miley said. Tana smiled from ear to ear and sent her hardest punch yet to Miley's chin knocking her out. Tana placed her dirty foot on Miley's face and posed for pictures. "Make sure you check my snapchat tonight everyone!"
That night everyone checked tana's snapchat to see tana posing in red lingerie with the caption "thanks for letting me borrow your husband for this snap Miley" followed by a series of emojis. The next snap showed Liam licking Tana's pussy as she moaned in pleasure. Miley was never heard from again, to ashamed to show her face in public.
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Here's another lil' thing. Wrote this one fairly quickly, so it might not be entirely up to par, but I like it. I may revisit this fight sometime, too...
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Kim Kardashian vs. Ashley Graham
Kim K was back in the mud pit, the very same mud pit she had fought and humiliated Taylor Swift in not even a week before, and this time around, things weren't going so well for her.
When her manager had told her that she had another fight lined up for Kim, the Queen of the Kardashians had been excited. She had came into the fight thinking it was be another easy win. One look at her opponent, however, and she knew it wasn't going to be that way. Ashley Graham was bigger than her, thicker than her, outmatched her in every single way that she could from a physical standpoint. Her only hope, as far as Kim could tell, was to overpower Ashley in viciousness, to strike hard and fast and not give the larger woman any sort of chance to gain any kind of an advantage over her.
Her plan didn't quite work out for her.
Taking a page out of Taylor's book from their fight before, Kim had rushed at Ashley at the moment the fight began. She lashed out, striking hard and fast at the chest of the larger woman, thinking she could hurt Ashley's large and sensitive breasts early, thinking it would distract her enough that she could find a better opening to attack. Ashley, however, was practically a titan compared to Kim, and the plus-sized model easily shook off the strikes. With a smirk on her face, Ashley swung her arm forward, smashing it against Kim's own chest with a devastating clothesline. The sheer power of Ashley's strike took Kim completely by surprise. Down she went, splashing into the mud at the other woman's feet, howling in pain. She curled up, clutching her chest with both hands, feeling like she had just been hit by a truck.
Ashley, meanwhile, was feeling amused by the whole thing. There had been a lot of buzz around Kim after her win against Taylor, and while she had met the Kardashian before and thought she was nice enough, she couldn't help but take a certain satisfaction in knowing that she was going to stop the hype around the woman dead in it's tracks. As far as the Amazonian Ashley was concerned, Kim stood no chance, and this fight was going to be over before it even really got a chance to begin.
She gave Kim a quick kick, just enough to push the woman over and onto her back in the shallow mud pit, and then she stepped forward, so that she was standing over the Kardashian. Taking a moment to look up towards the cheering audience, she grinned, flashing her fans a wink, before starting to lower herself down towards Kim...Kim, who had just opened her eyes, enough to see the thick, beautiful ass of Ashley, covered by a thin white bikini bottom, coming straight down for her face!
Kim let out a shriek, panic spreading over her features, but she didn't have time to make an escape. She was still aching from the clothesline, and with Ashley standing right over her, where would she even be able to go? She yelled, and tried to plead with the bigger woman, but it was too late and Ashley just wasn't listening. Soon enough and sure enough, Ashley's ass had covered her face, Kim's features completely blocked out by the plump buttocks of the plus-sized titan.
It wasn't like anyone could actually see it, but Kim's face was turning a deep, dark red color, a blush of embarrassment and humiliation. She could feel her air supply being cut off, her face entirely smothered by Ashley's bottom, and it felt like all she could do was kick and flail helplessly at the mud. This was the absolute worst! Even Taylor had put up more of a fight than she had! And just like that, she knew that she was done!
Ashley didn't seem to notice Kim's flailing around beneath her, or at least if she did, she paid it no mind. She sat gently atop of the Kardashian's face, just enough to keep her covered so that she couldn't breath, paying no attention to the woman beneath her. Instead, she struck a pose atop of Kim, playing to the crowd as she waited for the smaller woman to pass out. She leaned forwards, placing one hand atop one of Kim's muddy breasts, giving it a playful squeeze, while the other went to the back of her head, the model striking and holding the sexy sort of pose and holding it for a few long moments.
In those few moments, Kim's flailing began to slow. Her legs stopped kicking, and soon enough her arms went limp at her sides. Ashley could no longer hear her muffled yells from beneath her, could no longer feel her quiet cries against her bottom. She gave it a few more seconds, just to ensure that the Queen of the Kardashian family was out like a light, and then once more she rose up to her feet.
Kim simply laid there in the mud, her nose and lips barely visible above the messy liquid, as Ashley stood over her, her arms raised in a proud, victorious stance. The fight was over. It was obvious to everyone that Kim had lost, that she was now passed out, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Ashley had completely humiliated her. The model had utterly squashed Kim, and in a single short match, she had become the new woman to beat.
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Finish her- Comic Edition
Kate Archer AKA Miss America- Kate Upton
Elektra Rayne- Abigail Ratchford
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Previoiusly on MISS AMERICA....
The busty blonde champion of justice had been lured to Capital Cities harbor with a hot tip on an arms deal going down. Little did Kate Archer know the famed assassin Elektra Rayne lay in wait. Rayne had been hired by a shadowy crime syndicate to deal with their Miss America problem. The syndicate had surprised the well-endowed criminal with their secret weapon a super soldier serum they called Villainatrix. With the Villainatrix flowing through her veins Elektra Rayne proved herself a foe, unlike Miss America, had ever encountered.
OOOOOOoooof... Kate moaned as Rayne buried another cruel fist into her gut. The star-spangled heroine was fatiguing rapidly and struggling to keep Elektra at bay. The deal was a trap in its place were news cameras tipped off by whoever had sent the black catsuited bombshell. The All American girl had spent a career jailing 2 bit thugs and villains of the week but for the first time in her life had met a woman who could match her... and Elektra Rayne knew it. The SUPER villainess wreaked havoc on Miss America in front of capital city using her iconic red white and blue top as target practice bashing Kates boobs again and again. Any offense Archer could muster thwarted again and again by her well-studied rival. Rayne had studied every Miss America encounter she could... the vile woman had Capitol Cities champion down cold.
Feeling unnatural feelings of panic Miss America's fight or flight response kicked in and she lept to the sky to escape and recalibrate. She wasn't running from her opponent she just needed a minute to clear her head before she took the bitch down. Kate soared high above the city center and turned to reveal a stomach-dropping sight. Elektra was also hovering...Impossible Kate muttered as Rayne laughed with wicked delight.
Rayne and Miss America collided above the city whole shockwaves took out windows below. The superwoman met rack to rack in an epic battle... News copters circled as Miss America fought to maintain her focus and form....but she was overcome by an insurmountable wave of shock... confusion...and now fear... Raynes breasts would not budge. Camera's zoomed inclose broadcasting Elektra's juggs breaking Miss America. Kate's all American tits mushroomed as twin A-bombs were dropped on them.
gggaaaaawwwwwd nooooooo...The heroine gurgled.
You're Finished Miss America the Villainess whispered as Kates' arms went limp and her Juggs collapsed under Elektras all-conquering might.
Elektra grabbed the faltering heroine and suddenly drove her chest first to the earth. Kate could do nothing but close her eyes and brace for impact
Capitol City watched from their homes and in the streets in shock as suddenly both superwomen plummeted into the cities central square.
A cloud of dust and rubble kicked up revealing a deep crater and news people and citizens descended on the cities square.
Elektra Rayne emerged from the crater dragging a barely conscious Miss America by her tattered cape. Rayne stopped in front of Kate's beloved Miss America statue depositing the battered blonde at her own "Feet"
"WHO DOES CAPITOL CITY BELONG TO" Elektras voice boomed as she stepped on Miss America
"nnno no one...." Kate uttered defiantly
Rayne slowly unzipped her catsuit revealing 36dd weapons of mass destruction.
She straddled Kate and planted her sweaty victorious breasts on Archer's face.
Miss America's world went black as Rayne buried her. The villainess could feel the blonde start to go under but that's not what she wanted.
Elektra released the conquered woman revealing a trembling quivering mess.
Let's try this again slut...
WHO DOES CAPITOL CITY BELONG TO
Miss America finally broke...and the city watched in horror
"please no... no more
the city belongs to ELEKTRA RAYNE"
Kate wept freely as Rayne lowered her payload one last time ending Miss Americas career.
The vicious villainess roared with terrifying ferocity as Miss America lost her desperate battle with consciousness.
Elektra rose to her feet and planted her black heel between the decimated heroines once legendary breasts eliciting a sad twitch from the beaten woman.
Rayne laughed with a sick glee as she mocked Kate Arches iconic power pose with her hands at her waist.
Elektra soaked in the cameras flashing and the sight of Miss Americas unbeatable boobs sagging under her heel.
"CAPITOL CITY BELONGS TO ELEKTRA RAYNE" the victorious superwoman exclaimed to the heavens...
'As for your pathetic slut Miss America...its time to take out the trash"
Rayne jerked the tattered top clean from the quivering wreckage of the worlds mightiest woman. Archer's battered breasts tumbled free eliciting gasps from Capitol City Citizens. Elektra wrapped the remains of the celebrated star spanged garment around Miss America's neck and lifted off the ground slowly towing the crushed topless blonde champion of justice towards the adjacent city dump.
News helicopters followed the Victrix and her prey as they landed on a towering mountain of Capitol Cities garbage. Elektra Rayne stuck Kate Archer like a golf tee in the trash as the camera zoomed in tight. Miss America's eyes were fluttering open and shut but it was clear there was nothing behind them as Rayne hovered over her. Elektra used her 36DD juggs to slam down and pile drive Archer further into her stinking hole. Once more the supervillainess use her titanic tits to smash Kate up to her neck in the garbage. Finally, Elektra casually placed her heel on the top of Miss Americas matted dirty blonde hair...
"Goodbye Miss America" Rayne purred as she pressed down completely burying the maid of might in Capitol Cities own trash.
Miss America completely disappeared from sight leaving only Elektra Rayne....
"I OWN CAPITOL CITY"
and for that day, not a woman alive dared challenge her.
NEXT ISSUE COVER MISS AMERICA
Elektra Rayne laughs tearing Miss America's top in two.
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Payton Swanson vs Erin Olash
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Payton had been one of the original hot gamer girls. Struggling with body image issues her whole life, she rarely showed off the goods but still had a loyal following that drooled over the strong legs and large breasts that seemed out of place with the freckled face and bright blue eyes.
Erin had shown everything multiple times, often going skimpier than usual while selling her looks for fame through lowbrow outlets like Barstool sports. Even so, she had her own army of geek boys who slobbered all over themselves before spanking and wanking to her latest gamer video or movie trailer reaction.
Erin knew of Payton and made no bones about replacing the slightly older brunette as the queen gamer geek. Payton had ignored it for as long as she could, but the comments Erin made about Payton posing in a fairly conservative swimsuit had pushed the 27-year-old over the edge.
Most of the onlookers in the apartment expected the much more aggressive Olash to make short work of the more timid Swanson. What they got, instead, was a fairly even scrap for the first few minutes, with each woman focusing their attack on the other's chest. Erin changed the tenor of the fight, backing off and stripping off her top, and then taunting her opponent to do the same. When Payton matched the move, Erin moved in for a bearhug to put the women's endowments into combat of their own. Ms. Olash broke into a huge grin as her bigger, firmer set began to swallow up those of the cuter fighter, but the advantage was short lived.
Payton swung a knee straight into the crotch of the other woman, blowing Erin a kiss as the latter's mouth silently formed an O. Ms. Swanson then laid into the other woman, a series of punches and kicks leaving the younger hottie gasping for breath. The final moments showed no respite for Erin as the stunned onlookers watched Payton facesit her opponent into tapping out and then furthered the humiliation by pulling the front of her bottoms to the side and making the other woman lick her to orgasm. Satisfied and glowing, Payton simply stood up, winked at a member of the small audience, and strutted to her room to get changed and collect her winnings.
Fully dressed, she walked back out to see Erin on her knees with her eyes welling up at the realization that she lost. Wanting to put a final stamp on the proceedings, Payton grabbed the other woman's face with one hand and leaned forward, "I'm the Queen of the gamer geeks, and you'll never be woman enough to beat me."
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Jennifer Lawrence VS Taylor Swift
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the match is called a draw.
Looks like this will require a "do over" to establish who's got the "top top"!
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Finish her- Comic Edition
Kate Archer AKA Miss America- Kate Upton
Elektra Rayne- Abigail Ratchford
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Previoiusly on MISS AMERICA....
The busty blonde champion of justice had been lured to Capital Cities harbor with a hot tip on an arms deal going down. Little did Kate Archer know the famed assassin Elektra Rayne lay in wait. Rayne had been hired by a shadowy crime syndicate to deal with their Miss America problem. The syndicate had surprised the well-endowed criminal with their secret weapon a super soldier serum they called Villainatrix. With the Villainatrix flowing through her veins Elektra Rayne proved herself a foe, unlike Miss America, had ever encountered.
OOOOOOoooof... Kate moaned as Rayne buried another cruel fist into her gut. The star-spangled heroine was fatiguing rapidly and struggling to keep Elektra at bay. The deal was a trap in its place were news cameras tipped off by whoever had sent the black catsuited bombshell. The All American girl had spent a career jailing 2 bit thugs and villains of the week but for the first time in her life had met a woman who could match her... and Elektra Rayne knew it. The SUPER villainess wreaked havoc on Miss America in front of capital city using her iconic red white and blue top as target practice bashing Kates boobs again and again. Any offense Archer could muster thwarted again and again by her well-studied rival. Rayne had studied every Miss America encounter she could... the vile woman had Capitol Cities champion down cold.
Feeling unnatural feelings of panic Miss America's fight or flight response kicked in and she lept to the sky to escape and recalibrate. She wasn't running from her opponent she just needed a minute to clear her head before she took the bitch down. Kate soared high above the city center and turned to reveal a stomach-dropping sight. Elektra was also hovering...Impossible Kate muttered as Rayne laughed with wicked delight.
Rayne and Miss America collided above the city whole shockwaves took out windows below. The superwoman met rack to rack in an epic battle... News copters circled as Miss America fought to maintain her focus and form....but she was overcome by an insurmountable wave of shock... confusion...and now fear... Raynes breasts would not budge. Camera's zoomed inclose broadcasting Elektra's juggs breaking Miss America. Kate's all American tits mushroomed as twin A-bombs were dropped on them.
gggaaaaawwwwwd nooooooo...The heroine gurgled.
You're Finished Miss America the Villainess whispered as Kates' arms went limp and her Juggs collapsed under Elektras all-conquering might.
Elektra grabbed the faltering heroine and suddenly drove her chest first to the earth. Kate could do nothing but close her eyes and brace for impact
Capitol City watched from their homes and in the streets in shock as suddenly both superwomen plummeted into the cities central square.
A cloud of dust and rubble kicked up revealing a deep crater and news people and citizens descended on the cities square.
Elektra Rayne emerged from the crater dragging a barely conscious Miss America by her tattered cape. Rayne stopped in front of Kate's beloved Miss America statue depositing the battered blonde at her own "Feet"
"WHO DOES CAPITOL CITY BELONG TO" Elektras voice boomed as she stepped on Miss America
"nnno no one...." Kate uttered defiantly
Rayne slowly unzipped her catsuit revealing 36dd weapons of mass destruction.
She straddled Kate and planted her sweaty victorious breasts on Archer's face.
Miss America's world went black as Rayne buried her. The villainess could feel the blonde start to go under but that's not what she wanted.
Elektra released the conquered woman revealing a trembling quivering mess.
Let's try this again slut...
WHO DOES CAPITOL CITY BELONG TO
Miss America finally broke...and the city watched in horror
"please no... no more
the city belongs to ELEKTRA RAYNE"
Kate wept freely as Rayne lowered her payload one last time ending Miss Americas career.
The vicious villainess roared with terrifying ferocity as Miss America lost her desperate battle with consciousness.
Elektra rose to her feet and planted her black heel between the decimated heroines once legendary breasts eliciting a sad twitch from the beaten woman.
Rayne laughed with a sick glee as she mocked Kate Arches iconic power pose with her hands at her waist.
Elektra soaked in the cameras flashing and the sight of Miss Americas unbeatable boobs sagging under her heel.
"CAPITOL CITY BELONGS TO ELEKTRA RAYNE" the victorious superwoman exclaimed to the heavens...
'As for your pathetic slut Miss America...its time to take out the trash"
Rayne jerked the tattered top clean from the quivering wreckage of the worlds mightiest woman. Archer's battered breasts tumbled free eliciting gasps from Capitol City Citizens. Elektra wrapped the remains of the celebrated star spanged garment around Miss America's neck and lifted off the ground slowly towing the crushed topless blonde champion of justice towards the adjacent city dump.
News helicopters followed the Victrix and her prey as they landed on a towering mountain of Capitol Cities garbage. Elektra Rayne stuck Kate Archer like a golf tee in the trash as the camera zoomed in tight. Miss America's eyes were fluttering open and shut but it was clear there was nothing behind them as Rayne hovered over her. Elektra used her 36DD juggs to slam down and pile drive Archer further into her stinking hole. Once more the supervillainess use her titanic tits to smash Kate up to her neck in the garbage. Finally, Elektra casually placed her heel on the top of Miss Americas matted dirty blonde hair...
"Goodbye Miss America" Rayne purred as she pressed down completely burying the maid of might in Capitol Cities own trash.
Miss America completely disappeared from sight leaving only Elektra Rayne....
"I OWN CAPITOL CITY"
and for that day, not a woman alive dared challenge her.
NEXT ISSUE COVER MISS AMERICA
Elektra Rayne laughs tearing Miss America's top in two.
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Any chance for a story based on this?
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Your creative muse has been on fire lately, my friend. :)
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Dakota Blue Richards VS Christina Hendricks
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Wow that sucks Nicole. I hope you are doing better now.
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If anyone's interested. Let me know your thoughts.
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=79578.0
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Welcome back Nicole! ;D
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That last match was amazing but I'm confused by Arianns sudden wins when she has lost every single match before she's a cream puff how did she suddenly go from losing every match to winning
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I really enjoyed Arianas surprising win against my girl Ariel.
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Another quickie. I had fun with this one!
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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.
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A bad day for some hot Australians
Emily Ratajkowski (29 - 5’7” 123lbs) vs Miranda Kerr (35 - 5’9” 117lbs)
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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)
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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)
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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.
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Selena Gomez ( 26 - 5'5, 121 lbs) vs Emma Watson (29 - 5'5, 119 lbs)
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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.
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Here's another one for all of you. Enjoy. :)
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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.
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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
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So good to see you back, Nicole S.! And I enjoyed the ending of the Lindsey/Scarlett story. Scarlett does make a good villainess.
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Emma Watson (29 - 5'5, 119 lbs) vs Cara Delevingne (26 - 5'8 113 lbs)
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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!"
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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.
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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.
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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).
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January Jones vs Anna Kendrick
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"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.
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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)
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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.
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Zoey Deutch vs Aubrey Plaza
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"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.
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Bindi Irwin vs Chloe Grace Moretz
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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.
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Love Chloe! Such a tenacious little hellcat.
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I adore!
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MINKA KELLY vs KALEY CUOCO
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Pressing her palms to the floor, Kaley started to push herself up. But that effort was thwarted as Minka suddenly sat down hard on the blonde’s back, flattening Cuoco into the plush carpeting with a heavy grunt. The dark-haired hellion hands then slipped around either side of her opponent's jaw, her index fingers slipping into the corners of the blonde's mouth, pulling Cuoco's head up and back while fishhooking her mouth, her lips stretched into a grim rictus, which was on full view to the elite spectators seated in their leather chairs. "Smile pretty for the nice people," Minka purrs. "And show them how happy you are that I'm kicking you ass!"
The blonde growled in response, her hands clutching at the wrists of her tormentor. But what pained her the most was the truth in Kelly's words...she had been kicking Kaley's ass thus far. Nothing the blonde attempted seemed to work, as she was thwarted again and again by her adversary. What Cuoco didn't know what that Minka had spent many weeks preparing for this match. Videos of these celebrity catfights were forbidden, but the brunette spoke with plenty of other women who had fought Kaley in the past, probing them for details of the blonde's style, her strength, her weaknesses. By the time these two finally met tonight in the penthouse, Minka was an expert in Kaley Cuoco, and she used that knowledge to her full advantage.
Kaley may not have known this, but what she did know was that unless she could somehow turn the match around, she was done for. And just the thought of Minka's smirk made the very thought of losing to her intolerable. And so, with a warrior's bellow, the blonde suddenly and unexpectedly rolled to her side, throwing her tormentor off and breaking her hold. Cuoco then quickly rolled the opposite way, putting distance between the two before she rolled up to her hands and knees. Kelly began to scramble to get back up to her feet, but now the blonde launched herself from her crouched position, driving her shoulder hard into Minka's belly as she wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist, Cuoco's feet digging into the plush carpeting, driving her opponent backward until Kelly's back slammed up against the wall, drawing a pained grunt from her.
Eyes blazing with fury, her sun-kissed skin dappled with sweat, Kaley next threw a backhand chop to her adversary's chest that set her 32C's bouncing wildly, threatening to flop out of their halter cups. The blow leaves the brunette panting and momentarily stunned, which provides Cuoco with all of the time she needs to grab her rival by her tangled mane of hair and drag her stumbling to the center of the room. there, she steps behind Minka, presses herself against her opponent's back, and with a self-satisfied smile begins to snake her arms around the brunette's head.
Suddenly, erupting back to life, Minka reaches up and grabs the startled Kaley's by her golden tresses, and an instant later Kelly drops down to the floor on her butt, yanking her adversary down with her. The result is Kaley's chin smashing into Minka's shoulder with her full weight behind the blow. As the brunette releases her hold on Cuoco's hair in the same instant as impact, the force throws the blonde backward like a ragdoll. She starfishes on the floor, glassy eyes gazing with scant comprehension at the ceiling above. Crawling over to her splayed rival, the brunette climbs atop Kaley, setting the delta of her womanhood over Kaley's face as she applies a front facesit. Cuoco squirms feebly, giving pitiful muffled moans, but she is now too spent to truly resist.
Brushing damp strands of hair away from her face, Minka says, "Standing Sleeperhold...you used that against Shay Mitchell, Erica Durance and Nikki Cox. I read your book, bitch!" The brunette's extensive studies had paid off handsomely, as she had just the right countermove ready, one which the now-slumbering Kaley never saw coming.
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Olivia Holt vs Amandla Stenberg
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The two bikini-clad beauties grunted as their bodies strained against one another in a test of strength, rivulets of perspiration glistening across their flesh. Suddenly, Olivia raises her right leg and brings it down sharply, the ball of her foot stomping down upon Amandla's toes, causing her to shriek in sudden pain. Breaking free of their mutual grasp, Holt dips her knees and pulls her startled opponent across her shoulders, straightening up with a fireman's carry. The blonde then begins to turn around and around, subjecting her unwilling cargo to an Airplane Spin. Stenberg howls in panic as her senses reel and she's left dizzy from the whirling.
But even as she stops her spin, Olivia does not release her adversary; instead the blonde gives a banshee's wail and suddenly rushes full-tilt toward the wall of the penthouse wall. At the last instant she leans forward, throwing Amandla forward, and the bronze-skinned beauty takes the full brunt of the impact, which is so forceful the drywall shatters. Stenberg collapses to the floor in a heap, her body covered with the chalky dust of the destroyed wall, and she moans as she struggles to remain conscious. Unsympathetic to her rival's dire straits, Holt grabs Amandla by the ankle and drags her supple body to the center of the room, laying her on her back.
Dropping to her knees, the blonde then climbs atop her adversary, facing the lower half of her body. Holt clamps her thighs around Stenberg's head, locking her ankles in a Reverse Headscissors. Meantime, her fingers sink into the soft inner thighs of the embattled beauty, applying clawholds to the tender muscles. Amandla screeches from the dual agonies, her eyes wide with dismay. Her face, cradled between the steely peach thighs of her oppressor, darkens from the crushing pressure. Unable to withstand the torment any longer, Stanberg whines "I give! I give!", her hand frantically tapping at the leg of her foe. But Olivia isn't interested in a submission. She pours every last dreg of her remaining strength into her legs, and soon enough, she hears the pitiful sigh that signals that her opponent has passed out from the anguish.
Triumphantly, Holt rises up and places a foot upon the heaving chest of the demolished battler, beaming a smug smile as she basks in the applause of the spectators.
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Uh oh, looks like we've lost Nicole S again. :-[
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So that is my debut story! I hope you all like it and I'll definitely make more soon. Obviously I'm inspired by the work of some authors here and on other catfight story boards (Jackflash, Nicole S, Ginny, The Walking Dude are a few that come to mind, but there's bound to be more I'm missing off the top of my head). It saddens me that Nicole S is gone as I loved reading her stories - she used a lot of girls that we just don't see enough love for here - but hopefully one day she comes back or at the very least is doing well! I love writing shorts little write-ups so this topic is super interesting to me, so expect more stuff from me soon. Anyway, less talking, more writing, so catch you all on the flip side!
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Just wanted to weigh in and tell you what a spectacular job you did with your debut - there are so many talented writers on here to inspire you and looks like you can join the ranks of all of the amazing writers on here, with your initial two (2) stories looking pretty fantastic!! I enjoyed them both immensely and especially Sophia/Jenna, as that is a rivalry that we've seen a number of times in the FCBA, so glad to see it explored here in another venue as well. Definitely looking forward to more stories from you in the future and hope to see what creative stories we see from you next. Glad to have you as part of this wonderful writing community!!
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Candace Lerae vs Dakota Kai: Grudge Match
Tensions had been brewing backstage between Candace Lerae and Dakota Kai for months. They finally exploded when Candace discovered text message between Dakota and Candice’s husband, Johnny Gargano, The two had been fooling around behind Candice’s back!
After beating the crap out of her husband, Candice challenged Dakota to a no-holds barred, no time limit match at the next taping of NXT. The winner would be determined by either submission or KO.
“I am going to kick your Kiwi ass!” Candace promised. “And when I’m done I am going to knock you out in the world’s most devastating breast smother and humiliate you in front of the entire world!”
“Ha! You wish blondie,” replied Dakota. “Everyone knows I am the better wrestler and now your husband has proven who the better woman is. Not only will I beat you, I will strip your top off when I am done!”
An enraged Candace lunged at Dakota but other NXT wrestlers stepped in and pulled the two hellcats apart.
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Fight night came so enough and both ladies showed up ready to fight in their ring gear and their fists taped. It was an unusual match since both women were likeable and considered “faces” and fans were not sure who to root for, although Candace was clearly the wronged party in this case.
The two wrestlers bounced up and down on the balls of their feet and shook their limbs eager to settle their feud as soon as the bell rang.
Candace came roaring out like a bat out of fire, aiming a clothesline for Dakota but missing. She then tried to fire punches at the New Zealander but the brunette dodged those two. Both women were highly skilled wrestlers but Dakota was a little quicker and Canadace’s attacks were a little clumsy in her eagerness to hurt Dakota.
As a result a result the blonde tired herself out a little swinging wildly and missing over and over.
The match eventually turned into more of a chain wrestling contest with Candace and Dakota applying and the reversing arms bars, headlocks, scissor holds, full nelsons and wrist locks. Whenever Candace got the advantage she would apply maximum torque to her submission holds, trying to hurt Dakota as much as possible.
At one point, she trapped Dakota in an excruciating camel clutch, pulling back violently on the Kiwis’s neck and casing excruciating pain to the brunette’s lower back. Dakota gasped in pain.
“Now I’ve got you, you bitch” Candace seethed.
Dakota’s eyes closed tightly in pain and she whimpered but inch by inch she managed to make her way to the ropes, and bucking her way free, roll under them.
Candace chased after her but was met with a stiff kick to the jaw that dropped her like a rock!
Dakota picked Candace up by a handful of hair and threw her back in the ring. Kai then went on a kicking rampage. She snapped off a dozen kicks to Candace’s chest and stomach. Once she had winded the blonde she threw her into a corner of the ring. Dakota then backed up to the opposite end of the squared circle. She ran at top speed around almost the entire ring before launching a flying knee strike into Candace’s jaw! The impact was devastating and Candace pooled into a boneless ragdoll.
It was then the Dakota show for the next 10 minutes of the match as Dakota the Kicking Machine kept pounding on Candace. It ended with a top rope splash that absolutely flattened Candace.
Even though she was ostensibly the villain in this match, the crowd got fully behind the Kiwis thanks to her fast-paced, impactful style.
Instead of covering Candace for the pin, she bounced up onto her feet and opened her arms, basking in the applause from the crowd. She then wiped her hands, gesturing that her work here was done.
She grabbed Candace again by her hair and lifted her up to her wobbly legs, setting her up for a suplex.
However, out of the blue, Candace winded back and fired a devastating right cross to Dakota’s jaw, reminiscent of Lacey’s Evan’s finisher, the Woman’s Right!
Instantly Dakota was knocked out cold. A dazed Candace barely realized what she had done. She fell on top of Dakota and waited for the three count.
The ref reminded Candace that there was no ins in this match, it was Kos or submissions only.
“Oh yeah,” said the dazed blonde.
She then crawled on top of Dakota before stuffing her sweaty breasts over Dakota’s face.
“I…I…told you this is how it would end, you slut,” Candace said, smiling.
Dakota gradually woke up as her oxygen was cut off. She then started jerking in a panicky motion. Candace rode out the twitching, making sure to keep her chest pressing onto Dakota’s breathing passages.
“No escape…” Candace murmured.
Dakota was in full panic now. She tried twisting and turning but Candace had her pinned too firmly and her head was still ringing from that haymaker that had ended the match.
“Can’t breathe! Can’t breathe!” said a muffled Dakota from beneath Candace.
The blonde smiled.
Eventually Dakota started seeing spots and her mind gradually drifted to black…Her body relaxed and became a plaything for Candace.
“Candace! Candace, you have to let her go!” said the ref.
“Fuck off, this bitch slept with my man,” said Candace. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Candace, stop, she can’t breathe!”
“I know. That’s the point idiot!” the blonde responded.
The crowd started booing lustily as the blonde tortured her victim. Finally a handful of other referees came into the ring and peeled Candace off her victim.
An utterly destroyed Dakota lay in the middle of the ring, barely breathing. Her arms splayed out. Her eyes closed, her face clammy with tit sweat, a line of drool dribbling out of one corner of her open mouth.
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Sofia Vergara VS Selena Gomez
Love this. There isn't enough Sofia Vergara stuff on the forums. <3
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A triumphant debut, Molly! I love your work, and I can't wait to read more of it...hopefully often! Welcome to our merry band! ;D
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Love the wrestler story Savant. Would love to see more WWE wrestlers like Alexa Bliss get dominated
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Thank you!
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Thank you, sir. I read the Sophie/Jenna stories on the FCBA and that's what inspired me! There's so many good matchups on there that need more representation. I'm glad you enjoyed and I look forward to sharing more. :)
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That is awesome - if our board played any part in inspiring you to write or even just that one bout, then that is well worth it. There are so many spectacular matchups and stories that need to be told, such as the aforementioned bouts or your recent Sofia/Selena bout, which was a whole lot of fun. Glad to see you get the Spanish dialogue in there to make it a little more authentic and exciting! Hope to see more of your awesome work in the future and of course, if you ever want to write any for the FCBA, just send me an e-mail and I'd be happy to work that out with you. Keep up the great, great work and keep sharing these creative bouts!!
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Well now, this is just all kinds of magnificent. ;D
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Michelle Trachtenberg VS Jennifer Lawrence
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So that is my debut story! I hope you all like it and I'll definitely make more soon. Obviously I'm inspired by the work of some authors here and on other catfight story boards (Jackflash, Nicole S, Ginny, The Walking Dude are a few that come to mind, but there's bound to be more I'm missing off the top of my head). It saddens me that Nicole S is gone as I loved reading her stories - she used a lot of girls that we just don't see enough love for here - but hopefully one day she comes back or at the very least is doing well! I love writing shorts little write-ups so this topic is super interesting to me, so expect more stuff from me soon. Anyway, less talking, more writing, so catch you all on the flip side!
Nice work!! We def need more Sophia on here. Loved it.
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Max VS Penny: Shower Showdown!
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Max grunted as she hit the wall of the shower cubical, shaking the entire enclosure as Penny pressed her back against the cold ceramic tiles. Max let out a moan as the frigid texture attached itself to her skin, sending a shiver up her spine that made it easier for the blonde to wrest control of the match. Before this turn, it had seemed as if the two voluptuous waitresses were simply too evenly matched for a true one-sided contest to occur. Both embattled beauties had grown nervous that the battle would end without a victor, if not for a sporadic hook to the blonde's chin that gave Max the brief reprieve that she needed to ultimately put a pin in this grueling battle. Penny stumbled back like she were involved in a skit, smacking her back against the floor as the flooding shower floor betrayed her motor functions.
Penny sluggishly attempted to climb back up to her feet, but a sudden kick to the stomach courtesy of Max was all that was needed to take advantage of the blonde's uneven weight distribution. The Californian fell to the ground with a splash of water. Penny's face was blasted by the shower, further disorienting her as she watched Max's hazy silhouette come to loom over her, the only real distinguishable features being the vixen's huge glossy globes. Moving with a speed that caused her unrestrained mountains to bounce quite heavily, Max climbed atop her opponent and pinned her wrists to the floor. As she grapevined the blonde's legs to prevent her from breaking free, the New Yorker then did what she did best: lowering her magnificent breasts, she engulfed the face of her helpless opponent in an airtight smother!
"Come on, sugar tits, give up! You know my girls are too much for you!" Max demanded as she laid on the smother, trapping the blonde beneath her shiny whoppers as the sheer weight of them kept Penny's head to the tiles. "Not even in a billion years--MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!" Penny grunted loudly in response, the end of her sentence lost to the prolific bosom of her most hated adversary.
The possibility of being once again snuffed out by Max's rack filled her with dread... but she refused to give in even as her face began to turn a shade of purple. Briefly, Max lifted her 34DDs and held them mere inches over Penny's water-soaked face. At least, that's what Max thought. In truth, it was sweat-soaked, with a tiny side of tears that stained her cheeks. Max leaned down after taking in her opponent's strained features, once again dropping her wrecking balls over the hapless blonde's face before Penny could gulp down too much air back into her lungs. Penny hated nothing more than losing to a breast smother, and the full-figured New Yorker damn well knew it.
Max's smirk grew as Penny came closer to succumbing to the brunette's smother - from the former's view, she could see only the blonde's snapped-shut eyelids, the rest of her reddened face obscured by the brunette's massive twins. Penny's squirming grew weaker, until at last she was barely moving save for a few spastic twitches. At risk of losing consciousness, Penny soon offered her submission, smacking Max's thighs until the brunette at last took pity on her. Max slowly stood up on wobbly legs, leaving the blonde sprawled out beneath the still-running water, deflated in both spirit and body by the east coast champion. Max planted a foot upon her conquest's heaving bosom, another victory for the Brooklyn brawler.
"Time sure does fly doesn't it?" she whispered to her foe as she stepped out of the shower, taking with her Penny's bra as she left the communal, her huge breasts swaying with each step as she earned the attention of every woman she passed.
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As far as I'm concerned, Max and Penny make for an endless array of fantastic confrontations...particularly when Nicole unleashes her muse on them. ;)
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As far as I'm concerned, Max and Penny make for an endless array of fantastic confrontations...particularly when Nicole unleashes her muse on them. ;)
Not too much confrontations, as Penny has proud tits so getting outsmothered repeatedly will make her mental spirit break, at one point she has to accept Max as the better women.
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I guess I'm gonna have to write a pro-Penny sequel now. I'm on it!
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Scarlett Johansson VS Michelle Trachtenberg
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"Unnngggghhhh!" Scarlett hissed through gritted teeth as she leaned her head back in agony, as the willowy brunette gave her another pulse of her powerful thighs. Scarlett gulped as she noticed the sadistic glint in Michelle’s eyes, as the determined brunette crushes her midsection with the squeeze of an cobra. Michelle sneered as she felt the pathetic attempts by Scarlett to pry her legs apart, and took the time to gloat:
“You can give in whenever you’re ready, Scar, but you're not going anywhere till you do,” she stated as she flexed her legs harder, eliciting another loud groan from her buxom opponent. Every minuscule shadow of Michelle’s leg muscles were apparent against the silken tights she wore as the brunette continued to flex and release, flex and release.
“N-Never!” Scarlett grunted in response as she gave up on pulling apart Michelle’s unyielding gams. At the beginning of the fight, she only laughed when Michelle employed her overused body scissors tactic, figuring it was way too early in the match for the brunette’s legs to do any lasting damage. She ate her words soon enough, as the first flex of Michelle’s legendary thighs made her feel like she were the last stubborn drops left in a toothpaste tube. She had unfortunately underestimated the power of her opponent’s legs, believing that such a cute, lanky girl like Michelle couldn’t possible have any lower body strength. Alas, it felt like Michelle was going to slice her in half with each agonizing pulse.
Knowing the lithe beauty’s crushing thighs were just too strong to separate, the desperate blonde positioned her palms by her sides and pushed upwards against the mat as hard as she could. Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut as she pushed hard. Michelle gasped as she clamped her ballet-trained legs down tighter, but Scarlett managed to power through the increased resistance. As Johansson’s body arched further up, Michelle soon found herself unable to maintain her scissors as Scarlett finally broke free from the brunette’s vice-like grip. Michelle slowly rose to her feet to employ another tactic, but Scarlett had already beaten her to it; seeking to end the fight before she got trapped like that again. Scarlett grabbed the Buffy alumni by a fistful of her hair, causing Michelle to let out a shrill shriek. She pawed at Scarlett’s cruel grip on her luscious brunette locks as the younger woman yanked Michelle harshly to her feet, until the two are standing mere inches from one another.
“Lemme GO right NOW!” Michelle growled as her hands flailed, but Scarlett just sneered egotistically as she released Michelle’s hair just in time to shove the blue-eyed brunette into the wall. Michelle hit the wall with a thud as her ass slumped against it. Michelle bit her tongue, refusing to give Scarlett the satisfaction of hearing another yelp escape her lips. Scarlett approached her but Trachtenberg was hardly finished fighting back, proving so when she responded to Scarlett’s advancement with a swift kick into the blonde’s midsection, sending the blonde stumbling backwards as she clutched her stomach. Scarlett tried to punch Trachtenberg in retaliation but the latter easily sidestepped the attack, before returning another kick to the blonde’s right leg.
As Scarlett knelt down in response to the blow, Michelle grabbed Scarlett and, with the grunt of a madwoman, hoisted the ample blonde into the air. Scarlett had no time to be impressed by Michelle’s display of adrenaline, as Michelle immediately smashed her back down over her extended knee. Scarlett groaned loudly as she clutched her near-broken ribs, rolling over on the mat as Michelle struck a pose to the audience. After watching Scarlett whimper in pain for a solid half minute, Michelle dropped to her knees in preparation for another grueling scissors. However, before she could clamp her legs under Scarlett’s waist, the blonde spun around to greet Trachtenberg with an uppercut to her chin. Michelle flew backwards onto her ass with a loud thud. Scarlett scrambled to her feet, quickly forcing Michelle onto her back, before straddling the squirming girl in a devastating camel clutch. As she pulled tight beneath Michelle's chin, a loud groan escaped from Michelle’s lips.
“Ready to submit, doll?” Scarlett asked as she pulled up on Michelle’s chin, while Trachtenberg hammered the floor with her fists as she strained to buck Johansson from her dominant position.
“Don’t… call… me… doll!” Michelle roared as she struggled mightily. She managed to roll onto her side, sending Scarlett falling off her and onto the mat as both girls lay beside one another. Scarlett tried to crawl away to reclaim her bearings, which Trachtenberg would not allow it. The brunette shot over to Scarlett, jumping onto the blonde and listening to a loud ooof! escape the buxom actress as she forced Scarlett onto her back. Pinning the blonde’s wrists behind her head with one hand, Michelle sat on top of Scarlett as she let her free hand wander over towards Scarlett’s heaving, bra-clad breasts.
“"W-What are you doing?” Scarlett demanded to know as she fidgeted beneath the lanky girl. Michelle smiled deviously as her hand clasped Scarlett’s bra strap. With a mighty pull, it snapped it in half as the audience cheered, watching as one of Scarlett’s infamous breasts was released for the world to see. Scarlett screamed as she struggled harder, wanting desperately to cover her exposed breast as the audience stared hungrily.
“Look at the size of these watermelons! You’re so selfish keeping these things hidden all the time!” Michelle said with a haughty expression, "You know, I once crushed a watermelon between these babies?" she said as she slapped her right thigh, then she got a devilish idea, "I wonder if your fat tits could survive my squeeze. Shall we find out?"
As Michelle inadvertently leaned her head down to wrap her legs around Scarlett's bosom, Scarlett immediately whipped her head forward, landing a direct blow on Michelle’s face as the latter cried out, immediately breaking the hold as she stumbled backwards, clutching her not-broken but still pain-racked nose. “Fucking bitch!” Michelle shrieked as Scarlett breathed deeply again. As Michelle’s hands scoured her face for any signs of damage, her eyes widened as Scarlett came at her fast, her hand clasping around Michelle’s throat as the brunette choked out a gasp. A swipe of Johansson’s legs into Trachtenberg’s own knocked the brunette on her ass.
Michelle scuttled back but hit the wall as Scarlett came at her. The blonde dropped to her knees and she straddled Michelle’s body, that glint of confidence that was in Michelle’s eyes earlier now in Scarlett’s own. “I gave you a chance to submit, hun,” Scarlett reminded the brunette as Michelle bucked her hips wildly, “but now I’m glad you didn’t, because you reminded me of my two best weapons.”
With that, she plunged her golden globes down over Michelle’s quivering, wide-eyed face.
“Wait, Scarlett, please–mmmmmmpphphhhhhh!!” Michelle begged as her face was eclipsed by Scarlett’s big juggs. Michelle tried to push Scarlett off of her, but the blonde’s bigger frame was not easy to budge. Scarlett wrapped her legs around Michelle’s own as the lithe beauty moaned loudly into Johansson’s perfect breast smother.
“I may not have super strong legs like yours, Mich, but I sure do have way better - and bigger - breasts, don’t I?” Scarlett giggled as she teased the panicking girl beneath her, “Having some trouble breathing? I can’t hear you! Actually, I can’t even see you with my huge tits covering your cute little face.”
Michelle mumbled something incoherent into Scarlett’s cleavage, but not even her words could escape the enveloping smother Scarlett’s bosom was giving her. Michelle’s arms flexed as she pushed against Scarlett’s shoulders, trying to separate Johansson’s jugs just enough so she could breathe in a gulp of air. God, how she couldn’t breathe. Her face was lodged against Scarlett’s cleavage impossibly tight as she struggled for breath, but Scarlett was hell-bent on not letting her have any. Her strength was waning as the giant breasts denied her air, and her fruitless shoves against Scarlett’s bosom were only getting weaker by the second. Scarlett managed to tighten her hold even more when she wrapped her hands around Michelle’s head and forced her face even further into her engulfing cleavage. Michelle can feel the beads of sweat against her as they trickle down Scarlett’s unwavering juggs.
Michelle’s shoves quickly became pathetic taps as she finally let darkness swallow her into unconsciousness, her head becoming limp as Scarlett let her drop to the mat. She waved to the audience as she drew in the sounds of her victory, her breasts still resting against the defeated Trachtenberg’s face.
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Charlize Theron vs Eliza Dushku
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After a long and grueling contest, the two beauties were the very definition of bedraggled: their hair, so perfectly coiffed at the start, were now damp, tangled manes...their skin, soaked with sweat, was marred by scratches and bruises...and their chests heaved as they panted heavily for breath. They circled one another, eyes locked together, but spoke as if each was still at the height of her powers, and not now running on what scant fumes of energy they could muster.
"Aren't you tired of looking so pathetic compared to me?" Charlize said in a husky voice that betrayed her exhaustion. "Why not just give up and spare yourself any further embarrassment?"
Eliza rasped back, "I'm getting tired of holding back just so you could look halfway competent. But I figure it's time to finish you off now."
Even as the last words trailed off from the brunette, her opponent chose this moment to strike, hoping to catch Dushku off-guard. Theron lunged at Eliza, intent on using her larger size to bulldoze the brunette to the penthouse floor. But the American had been expecting just such a tactic from her South African adversary, and she was prepared. At the last instant, Dushku ducked low under the grasp of the blonde, driving her shoulder into the onrushing beauty's belly, and drawing a sharp gasp from Theron.
In a blur of motion, Eliza wrapped her arms around Charlize's waist and used the blonde's own momentum to hoist her up and over, flipping her through the air and sending her crashing to the carpet with a heavy thud. An instant later, Dushku let gravity do the hard work as she suddenly threw herself backward to the floor, drilling her elbow into Charlize's still-tender tummy.
That stunned the Amazonian Afrikaner long enough for Eliza to get to her knees and, gruntingly, roll Theron over onto her stomach. Grabbing the blonde's left leg, Dushku pulled it up and bent it over the brunette's own neck and shoulders for a Stretch Muffler. The sudden electric jolt of agony to her leg shocked Charlize from her stupor, and she wailed and thrashed in pained panic, but to no avail. This move was perfectly suited to inflict anguish to a long-limbed warrior, and at 5'10" Theron suddenly found her own height used effectively against her.
Although she held out for as long as she could, it was inevitable that Charlize would ultimately tap out. However, her tormentor chose to not accept this silent submission. "Say it!" Eliza growled. "Say it nice and loud so that everyone here can hear you!" Theron bit her lower lip, and then with tears streaking her face she shrieked out, "I GIVE UP! I SUBMIT! LET ME GO!"
Just to be contrary, Eliza kept the hold in place for another heartbeat or two, and then released her beaten rival's limb, which flopped helplessly to the floor. With effort she climbed up on uncertain legs and then planted a foot on the rear end of Charlize, who had buried her face in the carpet and was sobbing uncontrollably, while the triumphant brunette flexed her arms in a victory pose and accepted the cheers of the onlookers.
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HWA: Scarlett Johansson vs Hitomi Tanaka
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Hitomi managed to reverse the Irish Whip, and thus is was Scarlett who found herself flung into the corner, her spine taking the brunt of the impact with the turnbuckles. Momentarily stunned, she was unable to dodge out of the way as her opponent raced across the ring, then leapt into the air to deliver a bodysplash. The crowd is treated to the unusual sight of the blonde's 36C's being very nearly flattened by the twin wrecking balls that are Tanaka's 34O's, the impact causing Scarlett's eyes to go wide as she sharply exhales air from her battered lungs.
Johansson slumps in a daze, held upright only by her arms slung over the top ropes. In her stilted English, the Japanese battler preens and says, "Awww, did I hurt your little girls, Gaijin? Here, Hitomi fix!" And with that she balls her fists and begins to slam punches into the American's globes, each blow sinking deep and drawing a yelp of pain from Johansson. Ordinarily such a tactic would bring a reprimand from the referee, but the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance hierarchy instructed him to be lenient regarding breast attacks, as this was unofficially billed as the 'Best Chest in the HWA' match.
The brutal battering sapping her strength, Scarlett can offer only scant resistance as her opponent finally ceases her attack, only to monkey flip the blonde out of the corner, send her sailing through the air, and crashing to her back with an anguished moan. Swiftly scampering up the turnbuckles, Tanaka steadies herself upon the top ropes, then leaps into the air, a curvaceous missile of destruction, and her body come crashing down across the torso of her victim. The impact causes both wrestlers to bounce into the air, but when they land, Johansson is splayed across the canvas, glazed eyes half-shut, and a grinning Hitomi repositions herself for a schoolgirl pin. Her hands press down the blonde's limp arms, while her feet push out against Scarlett'e inner thighs, spreading the American's legs. To add insult to injury, the Asian presses her breasts down over the reddened, sweat-soaked face of her adversary, drawing a muffled moan of fear from the blonde.
The ref drops to his knees and raises his arm to begin the count, but Tanaka commands, "To twenty!" Complying, the official slaps the mat down to a full twenty as Scarlett feebly squirms beneath her tormentor, utterly devastated and conquered. With the tolling of the bell, Hitomi climbs up off of her beaten rival and plants a boot down onto Johansson's breasts, while the Japanese beauty cups her own globes to proudly "display" them in victory.
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A quickie from me. Not my best work, but I wanted to get some quick writing in today.
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Abigail Ratchford vs. Kelly Brook
Kelly struggled in pain, her eyes closed and her head tilted back, sweat dripping down her body, as Abigail's arms tightened around her waist, squeezing the two women closer and closer to each other. What had began as a accidental verbal sparring on the beach (Kelly really hadn't meant to kick sand onto Abigail as she was sunbathing, honest!) had let to a physical confrontation, and after what had seemed like an eternal struggle between the two women, each of them desperate to bring down the other and put her into her place, it looked like Abigail had finally gotten the better of the older brunette.
Kelly wiggled around in Abigail's bearhug, trying to squirm her way free, but Ratchford's hold was just too tight. Their bikini-clad bodies rubbed against each's other's own, sweat-slick skin sliding against that of the other woman, while each of the brunette's large and heavy breasts shoved up against those of her opponent...and to Kelly, that might have been the most embarrassing part. She had thought her ladies to be the stronger of the two, and they certainly had a size advantage over Abigail's pair, but now that the two of them were so close together, Kelly being held tight by the crushing bearhug, she couldn't deny the strength of Abigail's chest. She couldn't deny that Ratchford's felt perkier and tough, and she couldn't deny that despite her size advantage, Abigail's tits were grinding in against her own, slowly wearing them down. Between that and the feeling of Abigail's arms locked tight around her waist, slowly sapping the energy out of her? Kelly knew she was done for.
She tried to withstand the deadly embrace, trying to stop herself from giving in for just a few more seconds, thinking she could find a way free, but...
"Nng! I...I give up! I SUBMIT! L-LET ME GO, ABIGAIL! LET ME GO!"
She was reluctant at first, but it wasn't long before she was screaming a submission, the sound of which brought a nasty smile to the face of the younger model. In response, Abigail began to lean back, actually lifting Kelly off of her feet, refusing to let her go just yet...but, after a few more long moments of torture, she finally decided to show a shred of mercy. She released her hold, letting go of Kelly, the older brunette immediately collapsing to the sand at Abigail's feet when she did so. Then, she spun on one heel, and began to head off.
Kelly laid there for a moment, then groaned, weakly lifting her head up and watching Abigail leave. To her, that was the ultimate humiliation. There were no mocking words of victory from the younger woman, no victorious posing. Just a clean and simple walking away, abandoning Kelly behind her. Abigail knew that she had won, and had left Kelly broken in the sand, and to her, that was all the satisfaction she had needed. Knowing this, Kelly dropped her head back down, and let out a deep, whimpering sigh. She had been bested, and part of her hoped she would never have such a run-in Abigail again.
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Great quick story! Abigail vs Kelly is a fantastic matchup
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Great quick story! Abigail vs Kelly is a fantastic matchup
Thanks!
It's not really my best work, but maybe I'll do a round two sometime and try to make up for it. :)
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Kaley was snickering at her busty foe, who was struggling to get on her feet for the third time in the match. Kaley had decked her twice with roundhouse rights then a high kick under her chin had sent Ariel down for a third time.
But even as Kaley laughed at the groggy brunette, she had to admit Ariel was showing more grit than most. Her most recent battle in the apartment fight scene ended very quickly when she dug one hard fist into Aubrey Plaza's stomach, hard enough to make her pass out.
But Ariel was of sterner stuff. When Kaley closed in, planning to finish her off once and for all, Ariel clinched with the blonde and began digging in uppercuts to Kaley's belly and boobs. A few moments of this and the Big Bang Theory star was groaning and trying to retreat from the sudden punishment.
But the younger woman was not to be denied. Hearing Kaley gasping and moaning seemed to give Ariel a second wind. She backed her opponent up against the wall and spent the next two minutes pounding poor Kaley into a sobbing mess. When Ariel finally backed off, Kaley slid slowly to a sitting postion on the floor. Ariel raised Kaley's head by jerking on her blonde locks and stared into her foe's glassy eyes.
"You've just been Winterized, you big wimp!" Ariel sneered at the nearly KO'd Kaley. "Tell the nice people 'goodnight'!" she said as she slammed one last punch to Kaley's jaw. Ariel then took a victory lap as the room of fans applauded.
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Demi Lovato VS Michelle Trachtenberg
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“Gnnnnnnnhhhhh!” The sound echoed through the audience, and it didn’t come from whom most would have expected.
Minutes into the battle, Demi had opted to engage her opponent in a battle of their lower appendages, eager to see what all the fuss was about regarding Michelle Trachtenberg's legs; the latter of whom had always considered her legs to be the best set of gams in the business, and Demi wanted to see firsthand why. She had managed to get the upper hand relatively quick into the match, yanking Trachtenberg’s head back with a vicious tug of brunette hair as she slipped her foot around the Buffy alum’s ankle in order to send her crashing to the mat. Demi followed through with a rough pounce, landing on Michelle’s delicate, but taut body and knocking the breath straight out of the brunette like a deflated balloon.
Demi then used her own strong legs to grapevine the actress’s own; she blew a lone strand of hair from her eyes as she breathed deeply, satisfied with her capture of the taller, older brunette.
“I thought you were tough stuff,” said Lovato airily as she used her arms to pin down Mich’s own to the cold mat. To the shock of the crowd, she was able to subdue Trachtenberg’s ordinarily-dominant legs by flexing her own thighs, tightening the grapevine considerably and forcing a grunt of frustration from her opponent in the process, “It looks like you could use a few more seshes on the ol’ thigh-master, eh, Mich?”
Michelle ignored Demi’s taunting, narrowing her lovely brown eyes as she bucked with all her might, thrusting her pelvis upward as she attempted to bridge some space between herself and Demi. Her wonderful derriere pushed against the floor as she had to put in a greater effort to escape than she had expected. But with Demi’s marble, thick thighs and stage-trained legs snaking around her own, Michelle found herself unable to break free of the ever-grueling hold. Demi flexed her thigh muscles to keep Michelle in place, earning a yelp in the process followed by a few rather-harsh expletives that the film guys would have to censor later. After a few seconds of this, Demi relaxed her grapevine as she let her legs close in once again.
Then Lovato had a devious idea… She began to spread her legs back out again, forcing Michelle’s own legs in turn to also spread. Fearing another grapevine, Michelle arched her back as she attempted to break the hold before Demi could complete it. Much to her horror, as soon as Michelle had lifted her body off the mat, Demi slid a leg beneath Michelle’s waist, locking her brunette opponent into a surprise leg-scissors!
Michelle let out a mighty howl as Demi squeezed her powerful thighs for all she was worth, rivaling Michelle’s own renowned scissors with ease as the former bit down on her lip whilst increasing the pressure. Panicking audibly, Michelle immediately tried to pry Demi’s legs apart, but Demi was hell-bent in keeping her scissors secured. Sweat began to form atop her brow as Demi put every ounce of strength she had into the leg scissors; Michelle soon felt that power as her face began to grow red, from both frustration and asphyxiation as she struggled harder than ever to pry apart Lovato’s steel-corded gams. As minutes went by, the mighty brunette began to show signs of weakening, her energy banks depleting as her straining grew weaker by the second.
“So, Mich, do I win yet?” Demi purred as she rubbed in Michelle’s discomfort, clamping her legs together to force yet another begrudged scream from Trachtenberg’s lips when the brunette failed to answer fast enough, “You’re going to submit to me now, Michelle, or I'mma cave in every rib in your pathetic body. Do I make myself clear?"
Michelle hissed through her teeth, fury showing in her cerulean eyes as her arms continued to pull desperately at the smooth limbs of her oppressor. Each time Michelle tried to wedge apart Demi’s legs, Lovato simply increased the pressure. Michelle would groan louder each time, then slump back to the mat wheezing and gasping for air. Trachtenberg had gone into the fight overconfident, and she, like those who do, ultimately paid the price. “You’re gonna have to knock me the fuck out… bitch… because there’s no way I'll EVER submit to you. So you can kiss my a--UNNNNNGHHHH!” Her words were cut off by a gut-wrenching scream that overpowered even the roar of the crowd.
She didn’t utter another word for the entire night. Arms flailing, Michelle slapped her tormentor’s wicked legs as hard and fast as she could when Demi grew impatient and began to increase her intense squeeze. Soon, Michelle’s pained grunts were replaced with barely-audible whimpers. Demi turned to the crowd next, a smile forming on her lips as she found herself being watched by hundreds of horrified spectators, ones who had just earlier believed the match would be just another night in the ring for the ordinarily-victorious Michelle. In just mere seconds, Michelle was out cold, but not before fearing how big of a hit a loss to this little bitch would have on her formidable reputation.
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It's a possibility. :)
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Max vs Penny
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UUHHHFFFF! the brunette grunted as her fist hit nothing but empty air. Her limbs were so leaden, her movements so sluggish, than even in the blonde's equally exhausted state, she was able to dodge the blow.
Although both beauties, each clad only in identical black thongs, had been pushed to their physical limits and beyond, a wry half-smile came to Penny's lips as she felt one last surge of adrenaline course through her veins, while Max swayed unsteadily on her feet, struggling to not topple over. "Too slow," the West Coast waitress rasped. "This is how you do it." Penny stepped in and delivered a fist to her arch-rival's belly, doubling the East Coaster over with a whoosh of expelled breath. With Max bent forward at the waist, the blonde grabbed her foe by the hair close to the scalp to keep her standing in place, and Penny then began to piston up her right knee, first slamming it into the brunette's left bare breast, then the right, then the left again, and so on, with Max grunting in pain with every impact. Finally the California doll drove a knee up between those battered orbs even as she released her hold on her rival's tangled mane. The force of the blow lifted Max up off of her feet and knocked her backward, sending her crashing to the penthouse floor on her back. She lay there starfished, lungs sucking in precious air, the sheath of perspiration across her alabaster flesh glistening under the lights.
Bending at the knees, Penny now leapt up into the air, and the elite spectators gasped in shock at their sudden realization of what the blonde intended. Her body goes up, and then down, and she lands with both feet squarely down on Max's bruised breasts. The New York battler let out an agonized shriek as her 34DD's were viciously stomped down by the full weight of her nemesis. With a cheerleader's grace, the blonde split her legs and lowered herself onto the stomach of the brunette, and from her perch began squeezing and slapping Max's maliciously mauled bosom. Finally she stopped, brushing flaxen hairs away from her deceptively angelic face, and smirking as she looked down at her adversary. "Tsk!" she says. "I think I misshaped this one." She then threw a punch to the dark-haired girl's right breast. "There, now they're both the same size again...more or less." With a chuckle, the blonde continued, "Do you know why the boys back in Nebraska called me 'Sugartits'? It's because these," and with this she cupped her hands beneath her own 34C's and pushed them up, "are perfect, just like candy! Yours on the other hand," she sneered derisively, "are just a couple of over-stuffed dumplings. I guess the boys all called you Elsie the Cow, huh?"
Too winded to make any sound other than a gasp, Max nevertheless mouthed the most profane of curses at her taunting rival, her blue eyes darkening with rage. But Penny paid the empty threats no mind as she concluded, "It's not often you get this close to bosomy perfection. Here, take a closer look!" And with that she dropped her body down, her naked breasts encompassing the sweaty face of her foe, drawing muffled whines of protest from the feebly squirming Max. Soon enough, even those hapless motions cease as the New Yorker is smothered into inky unconsciousness and undisputed defeat.
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Love it, Jack.
That's a match-up I don't think any of us are ever going to tire of.
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This one is dedicated to FCF member Faith. :)
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Beyonce vs. Kim Kardashian
Kim stood into the middle of the mud pit, a dangerous look in her eyes as she stared towards Beyonce, the pop queen standing on the edge of the pit, turned away from her and working over the crowd. Beyonce wasn't taking this fight seriously! Kim had been waiting for what seemed like ages for Beyonce to get into the mud so that they could begin their fight proper, but this bitch was too busy dancing back and forth, trying to hype up the audience! She was dancing! It was like she thought Kim was some kind of a joke, and wasn't going to accept her as a serious challenger!
Well! Kim had plans to change her mind about that!
Beyonce was so distracted by her own actions, too busy playing to the crowd and dancing back and forth along the edge of the pool, that she didn't hear Kim stomping through the mud towards her. She didn't hear the Queen of the Kardashians approaching her from behind, and she certainly didn't realize she was in trouble until it was too late. Kim's hands came up, and snatched Beyonce by her hair. The Queen B let out a shriek, but it was too late to stop Kim. With a single powerful and sharp pull, Kim yanked on Beyonce's luscious locks, forcing her to fall backwards and into the mud pit. The singing sensation let out a shriek as she splashed down into the pit, sending mud everywhere, and she quickly tried to sit up so that she could get back to her feet.
As she began to rise though, Kim stepped in towards her, lifting one of her arms into the arm. She drew back, and then fired, swinging a massive backhand towards Beyonce's face. Naturally, the blow struck, and Beyonce stumbled back for a moment before collapsing back down into the mud again. It was obvious that Kim was pissed, putting her full strength into the strike, and as Beyonce laid there before her, she began to realize her mistake in not taking the Kardashian seriously. For a moment, a brief moment of time, Beyonce wondered if she could play dead. Just lay there in the mud, and hope that Kim would think she was passed out. She would have no such luck though, as Kim leaned down and snatched Beyonce by the hair again, dragging her back up to her feet once more.
Once they were standing, Kim skillfully slid through the mud, getting behind Beyonce. At this point, Kim had fought in enough mud matches that she knew how to move through the stuff, and from Beyonce's sloppy attempt at getting away it was obvious that she still had a lot to learn. When Kim moved behind her, she tried to stumble away, but she looked like she was having trouble keeping her balance, the Queen B obviously unsure of how to handle the pit. Kim watched for a moment, then shook her head. She reached out and grabbed Beyonce again, her hands gripping the singer by the arms and forcefully yanking her back towards herself.
"Excuse me," she began, keeping a hold on Beyonce with one hand while her other arm snaked upwards, sliding around Beyonce's neck. "I don't think I gave you permission to go anywhere, bitch." She held the songstress close, her arm tightening around Beyonce's neck, the gorgeous Kardashian trapping her opponent in a sleeper hold. Beyonce tried to struggle, of course, her hands shooting up to grab at Kim's arm, the mud-soaked singer trying to pull on it, trying to free herself or at least loosen the hold enough that she could slide free. Kim wasn't going to give her that chance, though. Her bicep was bulging, her arm flexed as she held her sleeper hold tight, her other arm wrapped around Beyonce's waist and keeping her held close against her beautiful, curvaceous body.
While Beyonce kept struggling, Kim leaned in, whispering in her ear as the singer flailed about. "A little warning, Bey," she began, a venomous edge to her words. "Next time you step into this ring with me? You had better take me seriously. Next time you treat a fight with me like a joke, I won't go so easy on you..."
If there was any sign of Beyonce understand her, the pop sensation didn't show it. Her eyes were nearly bugging out of her head now, as Kim held the choke, refusing to relent in her submission...and why would she relent? Beyonce's actions were starting to slow, and it was clear that she was just about done. Her hands began to drop away from Kim's bicep, eventually falling to hang uselessly at her sides, and while Kim listened close, she finally heard the words she was waiting for. As her eyes began to flutter shut, Beyonce croaked out her submission.
"I...give up..."
With those words, the songstress finally went limp in Kim's hold. There were no more struggles, no more fighting the dangerous Kardashian. Kim held on for just a moment longer, and then let go of the sleeper hold, letting Beyonce fall to her feet, splashing back into the mud in an unconscious heap.
There was no victorious posing, and no cocky words or taunts from Kim towards Beyonce. She was still pissed off, and wanted to go blow off more steam. Without acknowledging Beyonce's presence even a moment more, Kim turned away, stepping out of the mud pit and making an exit of the arena, leaving her overwhelmed opponent lying alone behind her.
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Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson - Pro-Style Match
Kristen slowly sank to her knees as Emma’s relentless sleeper hold deprived her of blood to her brain and drained her lithe body of vital energy.
“How did she let it get to this point?” Kristen chided herself. She and Emma were longtime rivals. She knew that the sleeperhold was Emma’s go-to move and the blonde knew how to apply it expertly. She had only turned her back on Emma for a few seconds after they had exchanged a long but fruitless collar and elbow tie-up with neither woman able to exert dominance over the other. As soon as Kristen gave up her back though, Emma pounced and looped her arm around Kristen’s throat, while using the other arm to press the brunette’s head down.
An excited Emma was bouncing on the balls of her feet, as soon as she got the move on Kristen. She flexed her bicep, putting even more pressure on Kristen’s carotid artery. She licked her lips in anticipation, as she felt Kristen’s legs quiver, then slowly buckle under the grim, unyielding pressure.
“That’s it baby…that’s it… go down…” Emma hissed in Kristen’s ear.
“Goddamn it…how do I let this skinny, blonde bitch trap me in this hold every time?” Kristen cursed herself. She reached out with her fingertips for the ring ropes. Salvation was just out of reach of her reach.
Meanwhile, Emma l-e-e-e-e-eaned into the sleeper hold, pressing her body onto Kristena’s back. The two women were wrestling in one piece swimsuits, Kristen in black, Emma in green. Kristen’s had a daring backline that plunged almost to the top of her ass, exposing her back. The pressure from Emma folded her in two like an accordion, squeezing oxygen out of her lungs. She started seeing spots.
“Almost there….almost there…” said Emma, excitedly.
Just then she got Kristen’s thumb in her right eye.
“Gagghhh!” Emma exclaimed, breaking the hold to clutch at her eye. A desperate Kristen heaved in great lungful’s of air and shook her head to clear the spots after the draining sleeperhold.
****
Later…
The shoe was on the other foot now as the crowd shouted “Whoooooo!!!” every time Kristen launched another knife-edge chop into Emma’s chest. The blonde had been backed into a corner of the ring and her chest was now bright red after the brunette had smashed about a dozen stinging chops into Emma’s breasts. The blonde’s eyes watered with pain.
Finally Kristen pushed her fully into the corner, grabbed her arm by one wrist, before catapulting her into the opposite corner of the ring with an Irish whip. Emma was launched so violently into the corner that she staggered back a few wobbly steps and it looked like she might collapse. Before she could do so through a lightning quick Kristen slammed into her with a running drop kick, launching he blonde into the corner, where the back of her head hit the ring post before she dropped onto her ass.
Now it was time for Kristen to inflict some long, lingering torture. She sat down in front of the downed Emma and placed her bare feet over the blonde’s dazed face. Kristen used the power of her long, toned legs and tried to push Emma’s head right through the ring post. Her feet covered the blonde’s nose and mouth, depriving Emma of oxygen and mushing her facial features. Meanwhile, Kristen had a tight grip on each of Emma’s wrists to keep her pinned down.
“Mmmmmffff…mmmmfffff….” Emma protested at the lack of air, stamping her feet.
“Do you give Emma? Give?” the ref asked.
“Yeah, do you give up Emma? Do you admit I’m your superior?” laughed a triumphant Kristen.
“Mmmmm….ffffflkkkkk uuuuuu…mmmpphhhh…” shouted Emma as best she could with Kristen’s feet in her face.
Despite the blonde’s bravado though, she knew she was in desperate straits. If Kristen wasn’t holding both of her wrists, she might have tapped out.
Luckily for her though, one of her girlfriends who had accompanied her to the ring distracted the ref, while a second friend grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her out of the ring, rescuing her from Kristen.
The furious brunette protested at the top of her lungs but the hapless referee hadn’t seen anything and could not help her. The pro-Kristen crowd booed lustily.
Finally though Kristen stopped protesting and followed Emma outside the ring. A desperate Emma, not ready to resume the fight, rolled under the ring! A furious Kristen crawled in after her, determined to get her hands back on the blonde and end this match.
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For several minutes after the two rivals had slipped under the ring apron, the only thing that could be made up was the sound of cursing and crashing coming from underneath the ring.
Finally, Emma emerged from underneath the apron, dragging Kristen with her. A piece of black, rubber hose was wrapped tightly around the brunette’s throat. Her eyes were bulging and he tongue was sticking out as Emma choked her with the weapon.
“Come on bitch. Not…finished...with…you…yet…” Emma said through gritted teeth as she dragged her rival onto her feet but pressed her against the ring, pinning her. Emma was nose to nose with the gasping Kristen, who was desperately trying to pull the rubber noose from around her neck. Emma smiled as she saw the look of panic in her rival’s eyes.
The blonde granted a reprieve to germ victim though as she released the stranglehold to roll Kristen back in the ring. Emma followed close behind though. She then looped an arm around Kristen’s neck and lifted her back up to her feet. She marched her into the center of the ring before abruptly falling to her butt, SLAMMING Kristen’s forehead into the mat with a devastating DDT.
A thoroughly dazed Kristen rolled on the mat, clutching at her injured skull, before Emma once again trapped her in a headlock, dragged her up into a standing position before DRILLING her with a second DDT!
Kristen was just road kill at this point but no way would Emma be satisfied with a simple pin.
Instead she laid herself on top of the prone brunette, before re-applying, for the second time in the match, her dreaded sleeperhold. This time any chance Kristen had to escape was non-existent. She was in the middle of the ring, far from the ropes, and she was already barely conscious after the 2 skull-crushing DDTs.
Kristen felt Emma’s ropey, muscular arms lock around her throat and the back of her head again. It was becoming a sickeningly familiar feeling. Emma’s weight was pressing on her, pinning her on the mat. She felt the blonde’s hot breath blowing in her ear as she insulted Kristen:
“Loser.”
“Idiot”.
“You’re nothing compared to me, nothing!”
“Stupid loser.”
And on it went…
Emma’s arms, were strong, so strong…biting into her throat…simultaneously cutting off oxygen and blood flow to her brain.
Emma’s blonde hair obscured the view though so the ref could not see if it was a choke or a sleeper.
Kristen’s hand hovered tentatively off the map, about to tap out. Emma saw it though and started shaking Kristen back and forth, further discombulating her. After the shaking, Kristen could not even manage the coordination involved for a tap out.
She felt sick…lost…alone. Her throat parched. She started seeing black spots again. Her arm dropped to the canvas. A line of drool started seeping out of her mouth.
An ecstatic Emma just kept whispering insults at her, crushing not only her body but her spirit.
Finally the ref saw enough and lifted Kristen’s arm once.
It drooped limp to the mat.
A second time.
Again, it fell.
Finally, a third time.
It fell like a rock. Kristen was in a deep coma.
The ref signaled for the bell to ring and ordered Emma to release the sleeperhold on Kristen. She did so only reluctantly after several exhortations from the ref.
She then bounced up onto her feet and raised her arms, basking in the boos of the crowd. “Oh shut up,” she said cheerfully, “You’re all just losers like her.”
Emma wasn’t quite done yet though. She dragged the prone Kristen into a corner of the ring and propped her up so she was leaning back against the bottom ropes. Emma then positioned herself in front of her enemy and, like Kristen had done to her earlier, pushed her bare feet into Kristen’s face.
“Revenge! She exclaimed, laughing.
She mashed her feet into Kristen’s pretty face, cutting off her breathing passage and humiliating her at the same time.
“How do you like it loser?” asked Emma.
Kristen didn’t like it at all but there was very little she could do about it. She was Emma’s limp plaything now and the torture would go on for as long as the blonde wanted.
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Fantastic work, totally exciting, many thanks.
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Taylor Swift VS Jennifer Lawrence
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The tall blonde moans loudly as she finds the passage of air to her nose and mouth completely restricted. Her legs kick out in spades from beneath Jen, who lies sprawled atop Swift’s body, her well-endowed chest forming an air tight seal over the country singer’s face so as to render Tay incapable of drawing even a single breath. After thrashing like a fish out of water for what seemed like an eternity, Taylor eventually pulls herself free from Jen’s breast smother, which was just nanoseconds away from sending her to dreamland. Sucking in as much air as she can, she grabs Jen’s wrists as the latter tries to strike her, struggling to keep them secured as her thighs swing up in an attempt to pull the actress’s head between them.
Jen refuses to give up so easily, pressing her knee between Swift’s legs as the latter squeaks in pain. The taller blonde fights through the pain as she finally gets Lawrence’s wrists contained with her own, and just in time as her legs finally get a hold of Jen’s head. Taylor locks her ankles together as her thighs encircle Jen’s head… and then she lays down the squeeze of the century.
"How does it feel to be caught between the best thighs in Hollywood?” Taylor hisses into Jen’s ears as Lawrence thrashes in retaliation, grunting and groaning against Taylor’s short shorts as she struggles mightily for release. It pays off somewhat, loosing one free hand which she uses to try and pry apart Taylor’s strong legs, whimpering as Taylor ups the pressure considerably as Jen feels like her head is going to cave in from the power being exerted from the blonde’s steel thighs. But despite her efforts, she can’t make any progress in her attempts as Taylor’s gams refuse to loosen even a fraction of an inch. Jen can feel herself drooling as bits of slobber run down the inside of Taylor’s thighs, as the former fights back tears as she struggles to remain conscious.
But then… it happens! With a Herculean amount of effort, Jen at last manages to pry apart Taylor’s legs long enough to draw in a gulp of breath! With a primal roar that slowly begins to build up in volume, Jen begins to climb to her feet, still fighting her damnedest to keep Taylor’s thighs from clamping shut on her head once again.
With her other hand still being contained by Taylor’s own, the Oscar-winning actress finally reaches her feet as Taylor is lifted with her. Taylor had meanwhile readjusted her legs so they were wrapped around Jen’s midsection, the pressure strong enough to keep Lawrence from prying their bodies apart, whilst Jen instead focused on subduing Taylor’s wrists despite the crushing squeeze of the latter’s thighs. She marches forward towards the wall, throwing her head back with every grueling pulse of the blonde's steely thighs. She continues trying to seize Taylor’s left arm after locking down her right, finally slamming Taylor’s back into the turnbuckle.
Swift’s legs loosen but still the blonde stubbornly refuses to release her prey - the second turnbuckle slam finally detaches her from Lawrence’s torso, as the blonde slumps down to the mat with a loud squeal.Taylor isn’t finished yet and moves to stand up, but Lawrence quickly interjects as she plants her bare foot up against the taller blonde’s neck, keeping her planted against the turnbuckle as Jen towers over her with hands pressed to her hips. Breathing laboriously, her face still red from Taylor’s previous head scissors, Jen’s lips curl into a smirk as she listens to Tay begin to gurgle, her trembling hands going to her throat as she frantically tries to pry Lawrence’s foot from her windpipe.
The crowd begins to boo loudly as Taylor’s statuesque legs flail about helplessly in the air as her eyes begin to swell with water, “You can boo all you want, it’s not gonna save the bitch!” Jen roars back to them, silencing them completely.
She refuses to let off on the pressure as Taylor’s struggles grow weaker, until finally the country girl’s head lulls to the side as her arms fall limp. Jen then flexes her arms in victory as she feels the last remnants of Taylor’s strength fade away as the blonde falls unconscious.
Scarlett Johansson VS Jennifer Lawrence
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The crowd knew there was going to be a titfight as soon as the two red-dressed beauties locked eyes. Jennifer stared down her buxom opponent with undisguised envy; while she filled out her dress impressively enough, Johansson was practically bursting the seams of her own gown as her cleavage dwarfed Lawrence’s considerably.
No words were spoken, only a subtle gesture from Lawrence for Scarlett to follow her to the washroom so they could settle their disagreement like women. Jen was thankful she had contained her temper and hadn’t challenged Scarlett right there on the red carpet. To put it bluntly, she was getting her ass handed to her. Her years of experience were rendered moot as the mother of one flung her against every wall of the shower room. They’d both stripped of their dresses prior to the fight, which only made things worse as Johansson’s voluptuous breasts entranced the lesser equipped blonde with every gravity-obeying bounce. As they grappled for another minute or two, Scarlett managed to find an opening in Lawrence’s unusually sloppy offense and managed to ensnare the latter in a bearhug.
Their ample breasts mushroomed against each other as each girl gave it their all. Jennifer gritted her teeth. She knew it wouldn’t be a piece of cake, but her breasts had never faced this much resistance. It disheartened and intimidated her that Scarlett’s juggs were almost twice her size, but she was a staunch believer that size didn’t matter in a titfight. If she could beat a rack this size, her reputation would soar.
Likewise, Scarlett found that Jen’s C cups were offering much more of a fight than she had previously expected. She began to notice, to her great shock, that her infamous globes were actually beginning to lose ground to the younger blonde’s own set - of course, not without a great deal of effort on the latter’s part. ScarJo grit her teeth as her frustration continued to grow, pouring even more pressure on Jennifer's protestant bust; despite being almost two cup sizes smaller than her, the bitch’s tits still refused to surrender! Devising a new plan, Scarlett, still holding Jen in the bearhug, took a step backwards, systematically forcing Jen to follow suit. She then flexed her arms tight as she sacrificed the remainder of her strength into one final squeeze, her massive bust practically engulfing Jen's own beleaguered breasts as she slammed Lawrence up against the wall!
Using the wall for added leverage, Scarlett managed to press her entire body weight against her taller opponent as she used her arms to pin Lawrence’s wrists against the wall tiles, her larger breasts now starting to resist the firm pair of her opponent as Jen’s eyes slowly widened.
Lawrence gritted her teeth as she struggled to keep her foe’s DDs at bay, but there was simply way too much jugg for her to handle. She groaned as she felt Scarlett’s breasts rapidly engulfing her own. So, she did what anyone would do if they found themselves on the brink of defeat. She raised her leg directly between Scarlett’s legs.
“You little bitch!” Scarlett seethed as she clutched her womanhood, stumbling backwards as she fought to remain vertical. With Scarlett temporarily dazed, Jennifer knew she could still prove her breasts were best. She cupped her fabulous breasts before wrestling Scarlett to the ground, using her strong legs to grapevine Johansson’s own and fought to spread them wide.
Scarlett’s eyes widened in shock as she took in Jennifer’s heaving breasts, just inches above her own face. Lawrence bent forward and whispered sultrily: “You might have the bigger bust, but it's nothing more than cosmetic,” Jen growled as she brushed her chest against Scarlett’s face, “and it sure as hell won’t save you from--mmmmmmphhhhhh!"
"You talk too much, sweetheart." Scarlett mused as a smirk crossed her face. As Jen continued to taunt the buxom blonde, Scarlett had used her arms - of which Lawrence had not bothered to pin down - to reach around Jen's head and pull her into her breasts! Jen's eyes went wide as she was locked in a bottomless smother, screaming profanities into Scarlett's large globes as she thrashed around for air. Scarlett laughed haughtily as she continued to sap the fight out of the blonde, laughing as she reprimanded her opponent further: “You really should have held my arms down! Did you really think you were gonna beat me, fucking Scarlett Johansson, in a titfight, you little bitch?”
The blonde continued to squirm haplessly, her face reddening in fury and embarrassment at being conquered in such a humiliating fashion. Finally, her movements ceased. Scarlett rose up and planted a foot upon her fallen opponent's breasts, flexing her arms as she claimed her rightful victory.
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Demi Lovato VS Michelle Trachtenberg
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“Gnnnnnnnhhhhh!” The sound echoed through the audience, and it didn’t come from whom most would have expected.
Minutes into the battle, Demi had opted to engage her opponent in a battle of their lower appendages, eager to see what all the fuss was about regarding Michelle Trachtenberg's legs; the latter of whom had always considered her legs to be the best set of gams in the business, and Demi wanted to see firsthand why. She had managed to get the upper hand relatively quick into the match, yanking Trachtenberg’s head back with a vicious tug of brunette hair as she slipped her foot around the Buffy alum’s ankle in order to send her crashing to the mat. Demi followed through with a rough pounce, landing on Michelle’s delicate, but taut body and knocking the breath straight out of the brunette like a deflated balloon.
Demi then used her own strong legs to grapevine the actress’s own; she blew a lone strand of hair from her eyes as she breathed deeply, satisfied with her capture of the taller, older brunette.
“I thought you were tough stuff,” said Lovato airily as she used her arms to pin down Mich’s own to the cold mat. To the shock of the crowd, she was able to subdue Trachtenberg’s ordinarily-dominant legs by flexing her own thighs, tightening the grapevine considerably and forcing a grunt of frustration from her opponent in the process, “It looks like you could use a few more seshes on the ol’ thigh-master, eh, Mich?”
Michelle ignored Demi’s taunting, narrowing her lovely brown eyes as she bucked with all her might, thrusting her pelvis upward as she attempted to bridge some space between herself and Demi. Her wonderful derriere pushed against the floor as she had to put in a greater effort to escape than she had expected. But with Demi’s marble, thick thighs and stage-trained legs snaking around her own, Michelle found herself unable to break free of the ever-grueling hold. Demi flexed her thigh muscles to keep Michelle in place, earning a yelp in the process followed by a few rather-harsh expletives that the film guys would have to censor later. After a few seconds of this, Demi relaxed her grapevine as she let her legs close in once again.
Then Lovato had a devious idea… She began to spread her legs back out again, forcing Michelle’s own legs in turn to also spread. Fearing another grapevine, Michelle arched her back as she attempted to break the hold before Demi could complete it. Much to her horror, as soon as Michelle had lifted her body off the mat, Demi slid a leg beneath Michelle’s waist, locking her brunette opponent into a surprise leg-scissors!
Michelle let out a mighty howl as Demi squeezed her powerful thighs for all she was worth, rivaling Michelle’s own renowned scissors with ease as the former bit down on her lip whilst increasing the pressure. Panicking audibly, Michelle immediately tried to pry Demi’s legs apart, but Demi was hell-bent in keeping her scissors secured. Sweat began to form atop her brow as Demi put every ounce of strength she had into the leg scissors; Michelle soon felt that power as her face began to grow red, from both frustration and asphyxiation as she struggled harder than ever to pry apart Lovato’s steel-corded gams. As minutes went by, the mighty brunette began to show signs of weakening, her energy banks depleting as her straining grew weaker by the second.
“So, Mich, do I win yet?” Demi purred as she rubbed in Michelle’s discomfort, clamping her legs together to force yet another begrudged scream from Trachtenberg’s lips when the brunette failed to answer fast enough, “You’re going to submit to me now, Michelle, or I'mma cave in every rib in your pathetic body. Do I make myself clear?"
Michelle hissed through her teeth, fury showing in her cerulean eyes as her arms continued to pull desperately at the smooth limbs of her oppressor. Each time Michelle tried to wedge apart Demi’s legs, Lovato simply increased the pressure. Michelle would groan louder each time, then slump back to the mat wheezing and gasping for air. Trachtenberg had gone into the fight overconfident, and she, like those who do, ultimately paid the price. “You’re gonna have to knock me the fuck out… bitch… because there’s no way I'll EVER submit to you. So you can kiss my a--UNNNNNGHHHH!” Her words were cut off by a gut-wrenching scream that overpowered even the roar of the crowd.
She didn’t utter another word for the entire night. Arms flailing, Michelle slapped her tormentor’s wicked legs as hard and fast as she could when Demi grew impatient and began to increase her intense squeeze. Soon, Michelle’s pained grunts were replaced with barely-audible whimpers. Demi turned to the crowd next, a smile forming on her lips as she found herself being watched by hundreds of horrified spectators, ones who had just earlier believed the match would be just another night in the ring for the ordinarily-victorious Michelle. In just mere seconds, Michelle was out cold, but not before fearing how big of a hit a loss to this little bitch would have on her formidable reputation.
... I love you, Nicole, and I want to have your babies. THANK YOU for this unexpected pairing of two of my very favorites.
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Sofia Vergara VS Ariel Winter
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“C'mon, Sofia! Teach that little tart some respect!” shouted Julie Bowen from the edge of the room as she, along with the rest of those fortunate enough to have been working that day, watched Sofia as the Colombian woman brushed some hair from her eyes, her teeth gritted as her struggle was evident, “She’s just a girl - you can’t let her win!” the blonde quickly added, trying to encourage her red-faced friend as best she could.
But despite Sofia’s efforts, Ariel was clearly winning. While both buxom beauties were perspiring quite noticeably, Ariel wasn’t sweating nearly as many bullets as her costar was. The 21 year old beauty Vergara pinned against the wall as their huge breasts pressed together harder. Winter’s ample rack was working overtime to squash the enormous chest of her older rival - and by no means was it an easy task. While her breast reduction just over a year prior definitely brought her chest a size or two below Sofia’s own voluptuous F cups, they hadn’t lost an iota of firmness to them as Sofia was quick to realise.
At first, Sofia was able to make Ariel struggle quite considerably, with every arch of her back allowing her jugs to shove back Ariel’s big, but undoubtedly smaller breasts with ease. But the more her tits struggled against Ariel’s, the more energy she found herself expending and the more resilient the teen grew. This time, when Sofia arched her back and tried to shove out her formidable breasts, a gasp escaped her lips as Ariel’s knockers refused to give an inch. “Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!” the Latin spitfire wailed as Ariel pressed her own chest forward in retaliation, slowly but surely flattening Sofia’s massive bust with her own resilient D cups.
“What’s the matter, Sofe? All out of steam already?” Ariel asked, that trademark smirk of hers crossing the starlet’s lips as Sofia gritted her teeth, her legs buckling from the weight of Ariel’s twin knockers. Her face was red with anger and shame as found her prized assets outgunned by a girl not even in her twenties. Ariel pulled away from the wall momentarily while still leaving Sofia’s arms pinned above her head; a second later, she threw herself forward as she slammed her bra-clad globes straight into Sofia’s as the older woman gritted her teeth harshly. “What? You thought just because your cans are a little bigger, they could hold their own against a younger, firmer pair of breasts like these?” the young actress asked, accentuating the last word as her breasts overwhelmed Sofia’s massive bosom in an epic display of power.
Sofia couldn’t believe it; she was losing a titfight to a girl barely in her 20s! Ariel let go of Sofia’s arms and quickly wrapped her own around the Colombian’s waist, lifting her away from the wall and chucking her to the floor with a burst of strength. Julie tried to intervene but a sudden backhand to the face from Winter ended her short-lived effort. However, the momentary distraction was enough for Sofia to quickly recover, as the feisty Colombian jumped to her feet and slammed her body against Ariel’s. Winter hit the ground hard while Sofia straddled the raven-haired teen, locking in a grapevine on Ariel’s legs before pinning her arms over her head. Sofia struggled to keep Ariel’s strong, thick thighs pinned down with her own as she planted her giant rack over her wide-eyed opponent’s face in a desperate breast smother, seeking to end the fight as quickly as possible.
“You dirty cheating whore!” Hyland shouted from behind Julie, whom she had in a headlock to prevent further interventions. Ariel’s body bucked wildly beneath the older woman, her hushed screaming lost to Sofia’s air-sapping cleavage as she thrashed, “Fight her like a real woman, coward!” Vergara ignored the brunette, keeping her heaving breasts pressed against Ariel’s face until the starlet grunted her last breath into her rack before going under.
Ariel Winter VS Dakota Blue Richards
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This can’t be happening!
This was the thought racing through Ariel Winter’s mind upon letting slip a muffled grunt of discomfort, much to the euphoric glee of her blonde opponent. The buxom British actress had a look of pure sadism as she pressed her larger endowments against the underside of Ariel’s own tits, pushing the raven-haired beauty’s big jugs upwards in order to make Ariel effectively smother herself out! Ariel squirmed frantically as she fought to jut her breasts forwards, but Dakota’s massive bosom kept her own in place as Winter continued to struggle for air, experiencing firsthand just how effective her trademark breast smother could be.
Dakota’s bearhug only served to hasten the endeavor, with every cruel squeeze only compressing Ariel’s breasts further against Dakota’s more sizable weapons. While the blonde’s breasts weren’t as big as Ariel’s had been before her reduction, it was easy to tell that Dakota’s double Ds now had Ariel’s own chest beaten by a considerable margin. Ariel’s mouth had practically disappeared inside her own remarkable cleavage, and her nose wasn’t too far behind. She continued to thrash as she was beginning to succumb to her own breasts, her vision growing black as she was threatened closer to unconsciousness.
“Give it a rest, ya cow! I’m the one girl your fat American tits’ll never manage to smother out!” Dakota bragged as she tightened her arms around the small of Ariel’s back. She was pushing Ariel’s epic cleavage deeper against her own facial features as Ariel’s moaning grew louder, “Hell, looks like you’re about to smother yourself out before you’’ll ‘ave ever done me in!”
Ariel could only grunt louder as she felt her vision continued to blacken, her ample cleavage turned against her as she was continuously denied even one modicum of breath. Growing desperate, the black haired woman managed to blindly hook one of her legs around Dakota’s left ankle. The excess gym time to which Ariel had committed herself was finally beginning to pay off, as evident when she managed to pull Dakota’s own leg forward with her own, distracting the buxom blonde long enough for Ariel to free herself from her busty prison! She gasped for breath as she stumbled backwards, with the only thing preventing herself from falling over being her grip on the brown leather couch.
Dakota attempted to shove Ariel against the sofa, but the busty youngster managed to seize the blonde’s arm midair and spin her around in a reverse bearhug. Raising her arms until they were over the blonde’s chest, Winter began to flatten her opponent’s massive knockers against her own lungs. She then deliberately fell backwards onto the carpet, bringing Richards down with her until both girls were sitting on their derrieres. Ariel next locked a gripping leg scissors around the blonde’s waist, her thicc thighs wasting no time making Dakota grimace in pain.
“I don’t know how anyone can stand that overrated accent of yours,” the raven-haired vixen spat as she squeezed her thighs harder, threatening to crack one of Dakota’s ribs as the blonde struggled desperately to pry apart Ariel’s powerful gams, “but that’s the wonderful thing about having huge breasts like these: they’re like having nature’s own mute button!” With a sly grin, she leaned forward to whisper into Dakota’s ear, only wanting the the blonde to hear her next words... "And I only need one of 'em to handle you, hussy!" With that, she released her scissors and spun Dakota around until both buxom ladies were facing one another.
She then grasped Dakota by the back of the head and pressed the British girl’s face against one of her huge jugs, pushing her mouth and nose into her excess cleavage as Dakota’s eyes widened considerably. With every muffled grunt from the blonde’s mouth, Ariel would simply increase the pressure as more of her tit went into Dakota’s mouth, with too much titflesh stuffed into her face for the blonde to even try to bite down on them. Dakota continued to squirm wildly as she was involuntarily forced to suck Winter’s breast, until finally Ariel felt her opponent’s body go limp beneath her.
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Ariel Winter VS Julie Bowen
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Ariel Winter’s huge breasts bounced with every step, barely contained in her low-cut white dress as she made her way to the trailer of her co-star. Earlier in the week, she had discovered a leak of future scripts for the television show, Modern Family, of which she was a prominent character. As she read through each one, she grew exceedingly pissed to discover that while she was getting a lot more airtime now that she was an emancipated adult woman, it was not nearly as much as that of her TV mother, Julie Bowen. Her other co-star, Sofia Vergara, had even more hours but that was understandable. She had massive breasts, so a lot more screen time was justifiable. What wasn’t justifiable was that Ariel’s breasts were almost just as large – hell, she was larger than Sofia, before she decided to get a reduction anyway – but she was getting the lowest amount of airtime of any of her female coworkers, sans Aubrey...
...and that was unacceptable.
Ariel reached the trailer, and knocked on the door. No answer. She had seen Julie go inside to prep for upcoming filming, which made her all the more infuriated that she was being ignored. The 18-year-old looked back and forth; there was no one around her. It was lunchtime, which meant that she would have, at the least, a couple undisturbed minutes to ‘talk’ with the older woman. She hiked up her short shorts to reveal even more of her thick, smooth thighs. She gripped the railing that led up the steps of the trailer, and, with a slight grunt, kicked the door with all her might. The door submitted to the power of her legs as it flew open, causing a mildly surprised Julie to gasp aloud as she spun around to see what the hell was going on.
“What the HELL is this, Ariel?” Julie said as she stood up, watching as Ariel closed the door behind her.
The trailer was small, yet still bigger than her own, which just served to ignite the busty starlet’s anger. Ariel subtly pulled down the hemline of her top to expose even more of her ample cleavage, which easily dwarfed Julie’s own modest breasts, despite Ariel being nearly thirty years her younger. She knew that her bigger breasts intimidated Julie, which was evident as she watched the older woman struggle not to stare at her rack.
“Listen up. You’re going to go to the producers and correct the obvious mistake that they made regarding our difference in screen times. You and Sofia have had your time in the sun, but now it’s time to make way for the next generation. And let’s be honest—“Ariel squeezed her arms together, forcing her large boobs nearly to her chin as her cleavage swelled—“these babies get way more ratings anyway than whatever you’ve got. Understand?”
“Excuse me?” Julie demanded with incredulity, unable to believe that a younger girl like Ariel was actually speaking to her in this way, “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, little lady?”
“Little lady?” Ariel smirked as she again pointed to her larger bust, “You’re one to talk, calling someone else little. Are you going to do what I said or am I going to have to—“
She never got to finish her sentence, as Julie responded with a swift, cheek-bruising backhand that struck Ariel’s face so hard the teenager was nearly knocked on her ass. Ariel stumbled back a few feet as she shrieked in pain, rubbing the reddening spot that Julie had given her as wrath burned in her eyes. It was <i>on</i>. Ariel lurched forward to grab Julie, pressing her full body weight into the blonde woman and slamming them both against Julie’s dressing table. Her impressive breasts pushed against Julie’s lesser endowments as Ariel fought to crush Julie’s body between her own and the mahogany bureau, but she soon found herself in shock as she found herself struggling to finish off the older woman.
Both women’s legs were firmly rooted to the ground of the trailer, hands clasped together as they grimaced against the other’s strength. The musculature in Ariel’s toned, round ass was well defined, as were her formidable thighs and calves as both ladies’ powerful legs engaged in a battle of their own. If it were Sarah she was facing, her strong legs would have already won out, but Julie was proving to be deceptively robust. Ariel shut her eyes as the struggle to bend her opponents’ wrists were causing her to sweat, as beads of perspiration formed both on her forehead and between her deep cleavage. She thought about how she would make Julie bend to her will, and just like that, a slight advantage was given in her favour as she felt Julie’s legs buckle.
“Looks like someone’s, ugh, been eating her spinach,” Julie said with a half laugh-half grunt as she tensed her legs harder, ending Ariel’s slow advancement.
“And looks like someone’s skipped drinking their milk,” Ariel said back with a laugh, another prod to Julie’s bust size.
Julie snarled as she channeled all her remaining strength into her arms, as she began to push back against Ariel’s wrists to regain her vertical posture. Their breasts mashed together, Ariel’s swallowing hers completely, as their foreheads touched and they glared at each other in the eyes with a look of contempt. Ariel blew a strand of hair from her eyes as her own legs buckled and bent, groaning just audibly as her wrists were bent backwards. She flexed her legs but could not slow down Julie’s progress. Ariel, on the verge of being brought to her knees, whipped her leg forward as she aimed for Julie’s stomach. The blonde expertly dodged the kick, shoving Ariel back with a loud grunt as the bustier actress slammed her back against the table, knocking a few wine glasses to the ground with a loud crash as shards scattered across the carpet. Ariel screamed in anger as she pounced once more.
Using her weight to her advantage, she slammed her huge D cups full force into Julie’s own breasts, knocking the older woman backwards against the wall of the trailer as the whole room shook. Julie, shaken from the blow, rolled up the sleeves of her sweater as she advanced towards the teenager.
Meanwhile, outside, dozens of crew members were drawn to the ruckus coming from the trailer. The sounds coming from inside the trailer made it clear to all that the two cast members were having quite the rumpus. The film crew listened intently as the trailer even shook a few times, as more curses, screams and profanities found their way out the open window.
Then, with a loud thump, the noises abruptly ceased.
Ariel Winter stepped out first. Her hair was a complete mess and she was sporting a black eye and a swollen lip. Her white dress was shredded and a majority of her large breasts were exposed, with one of her dress straps hanging down her shoulder. But just as one of the crew members was about to speak, Ariel's eyes glazed over and she did a face-plant in the dirt. She was out cold! Julie stepped out after, clapping her hands together as she looked at the crew, "When Miss Big Boobs wakes up, tell her to knock on my door so we can go over some scheduling disagreements." she said with the biggest smirk on her face as she closed the door behind her.
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Kaley Couco vs. Michelle Mitchenor
Outstanding work, Maxx! :D
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Halle Bailey vs Isabela Moner
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"Looks like we're in for a couple of creampuffs this evening," one of the elite spectators said somewhat disappointingly to a friend as they took their seats in the spacious living room of a Beverly Hills mansion. And it certainly seemed as if tonight's combatants...both of them rookies making their catfighting debuts...lacked the obvious makings of a memorable battle. "They'll probably roll around the floor a little, giggling the whole time, but when one of them breaks a nail, she'll run crying back to her bedroom," the other guest said with an air of resignation. Each had seen this sort of thing before: young starlets eager to unleash their fury and frustration in primal combat, only to realize once the fight had begun that they were in way over their head. And there was no denying the Halle and Isabela are two stunningly attractive young ladies. But the fact that they are both known to be incredibly sweet souls strongly suggests that they won't easily find their savage inner-selves. Oh well, the two spectators sigh, at least the bar is well-stocked tonight.
Now, some thirty minutes into their match, all notions that they are too sweet and gentle to be catfighters has long since been dashed to smithereens.
From the opening moment, the smiles disappeared from their faces and with angry snarls they lunged at one another. From that point on, there was no let up in the intensity of the brawl, as the two beauties unleashed pure havoc upon each other. The spectators sat in stunned silence at the ferocity that erupted before their very eyes. As the battle wore on, Bailey and Moner went from hurling profane curses at one another to descending into an abyss of complete primitive rage, growling and hissing lie jungle cats. Their limbs tangled together as they thrashed back and forth upon the carpet, nails and teeth marring flesh, fingers gouging into the most tender of places, hands ripping hair from scalps. It was as brutal a fight as any assembled had ever seen, and it was breathtaking.
But while the spirits were more than willing to war for hours on end, the flesh eventually grew too taxed to continue. Their movements grew sluggish as they panted heavily for breath, their skin sheathed with sweat. Then, virtually as one, they seemed to slump in each others arms, flopping to the floor, both pushed past the point of consciousness as they passed out from the strain.
It ended in a draw, but all those who witnessed this contest would heartily agree that both Isabela and Halle emerged from it as champions!
Taylor Momsen vs Kylie Jenner
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With a heavy grunt, Taylor dropped to all fours, head hung low as she gulped in air, her long tangled mane covering her face.
"That's right peasant...grovel," sneered Kylie, who hovered over her opponent like a huntress about to finish off a wounded tigress. But for all of Jenner's bravado, the spectators can attest to the fact that up until the previous five minutes or so, the match had been much more evenly waged. It was only a rather dastardly gouge of the eyes that halted Momsen's momentum and gave Kylie the upper hand...a dominance which she was not about to relinquish. All the same, she intended to draw out the suffering and humiliation of her victim until it bored the heiress.
"You look good on your knees," Kylie continued to taunt. "You'll do just find scrubbing the floors." Taylor tilted her head up to see the skimpy French maid's outfit hanging on the fireplace mantle. She had agreed prior to the match that the loser would serve as the personal maid to the winner for two weeks after the match. At the time the bet was made, the blonde was confident Jenner would be serving her hand and foot; now, she feels a wave of fear that she'll be the one being degraded as a servant to this snobby bitch.
But that fear, rather than overwhelming her, instead sparks a burst of adrenaline. And when Jenner grabs Momsen by the hair to haul her back up to her feet, the blonde unleashes a fist that sinks deep into her rival's belly, winding Kylie and causing her to double over with a pained gasp. Taylor didn't have much fuel left in her tank...Jenner's offensive had very effectively drained most of the blonde's remaining strength...but she had enough moxie to drive her shoulder into her adversary's aching belly, rise up, and flip the brunette up and over. Kylie landed with a thud on her back, and with a groan rolled over...which was precisely what Taylor wanted.
Dropping a knee into Kylie's back, Momsen with one hand grabbed the brunette's right ankle, and with her other hand cupped her hand beneath her victim's chin. She then pulled both ends up and back, yanking each past the point of sheer agony. Kylie's eyes went wide as she howled in anguish, squirming helplessly in her tormentor's grasp. The blonde kept bending her, until finally Jenner's toes were touching the top of her own head!
"Say it!" Taylor angrily snarled.
"I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!" Kylie mewled, tears streaking her face.
With the submission, Taylor released her hold and sat back on her haunches. After a few minutes, Kylie struggled up to her feet and began limping toward her assigned bedroom. "Oh, no," Momsen says, a Cheshire grin upon her face. "Your job starts right now. Put it on!" Sobbing with shame, the haughty heiress is made to strip down in front of the spectators and don the maid's uniform. "Good," the blonde purrs. "Now go fetch me a cocktail, and then draw me a warm bubble bath." With a whimper, Kylie complied.
Oh yes, Taylor was going to enjoy the next few weeks very, very much.
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Sarah Hyland VS Maisie Williams
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“Anyone got a pen?” asked the young British woman as she peered over her shoulders, “First of ya blokes to snap a decent photo of us gets it signed!” Her eyes then glanced down to a wonderful view: Sarah Hyland, trapped between the well-defined legs of Maisie Williams, who squeezed the American girl’s head like a toothpaste tube in a devastating reverse scissors! The crowd began to rapid-fire off photos, as if they feared the brunette might relinquish her dominant position at any moment. Sarah’s face was crimson as tears of humiliation soaked her cheeks. Her nose was pressed against Maisie’s ass, her only view being the curvature of the Brit’s wonderful backside. Maisie tensed her thighs as her legs bulged with noticeable muscle, causing a cute shriek from Hyland as her head throbbed.
Sarah tried valiantly to pull against Maisie’s legs of steel, frantically gasping for air as it soon became apparent that she didn’t have the strength nor the stamina to budge the Brit’s crushing thighs more than an inch. Despite being a newcomer to the scene, the GoT actress was an expert at the art of scissoring, periodically relaxing her gams only to unleash a hellish squeeze upon hearing her opponent’s first thankful gasp.
“Enjoying the view back there, luv?” Maisie taunted over the cheer of the audience as she pulsed her thighs once more. She was delighted when her foe could only respond with a disgruntled groan as her nose sunk deeper into the crack of the Brit’s ass, “What’s say you give my ass a proper kiss like the pathetic American bitch you are? Hm? C'mon, want to end this, dont'cha?” she asked with a brush of her hair as she threatened another squeeze.
MMPPPPMMFFFF! Sarah’s expletive vocabulary was muffled by Maisie’s breath-defying tush. Maisie laughed haughtily as her glutes squeezed out another cry from Sarah’s lips,
“You know, for someone who acts like she’s such a tough li'l bitch, I find that difficult to believe when yer chin is halfway up my ass,” Maisie teased before growing more serious, “Oi! I said kiss my fuckin’ cheeks NOW,” she growled, her lips curling back into a smile once she felt Sarah’s lips planted against her skin, “That’s a good girl! Hell, you should be used to kissin’ other girls’ asses by now, luv. Anyway, since I am a lady of my word…”
Before Sarah keyed in on the sinister undertone behind Maisie’s words, her head was suddenly pounding as the Brit’s thighs completely enveloped Sarah’s entire face, as Maisie began a skull-crushing squeeze that rivaled the likes of even Michelle Trachtenberg’s infamous scissors. Sarah hammered the British woman’s ass frantically until her fists were beat red, as she begged for a mercy that would never come. With less than a minute of fruitlessly squirming, Sarah was finally snuffed out cold by Williams’ encompassing derriere. Despite winning the match, Maisie continued to hold the beaten American in place in the middle of the ring; she had finally received the pen she had requested earlier, as well as many photographs she’d promised to sign.
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Sarah Hyland vs Maisie Williams
Sarah Hyland had been on the receiving end of quite a beating by Maisie Williams for most of their wrestling match. The British beauty and the American cutie were roughly the same size; Sarah was a little taller, Maisie a little more muscular.
However the course of the match changed after the battle spilled outside of the ring. The speedy Sarah raced around the ring with Maisie in hot pursuit. However Sarah got enough of a lead that she was able to crouch down where the pursuing Maisie could not see here. The Brit was completely unprepared then when she rounded the corner, and Sarah CRACKED a kendo stick over Maisie’s head. Maisie immediately crumpled onto her knees. Sarah raised the kendo stick and blasted Maisie over the head again! Then again! Maisie slumped over onto her back.
Sarah quickly mounted her rival and pressed the kendo stick into Maisie’s throat, choking her. There was little the Brit could do after the vicious headshots she was subjected to. A smiling Sarah enjoyed herself as Maisie squirmed and coughed.
Then Sarah applied a mandible claw to Maisie. Maisie had always thought this was the stupidest, least believable hold in wrestling. Why didn’t someone just bite down on their opponent’s fingers she wondered? She learned now though the folly of her thoughts. Sarah pressed three of her fingers underneath Maisie’s tongue and pushed it up to the roof of Williams’ mouth. The effect was t create an intense feeling of panic as the hold basically blocked off the brunette’s breathing passage. Maisie kicked her legs frantically and thrashed about but she couldn’t even form a coherent thought, much less the concentration to try and bite. And Sarah just kept pushing and pushing her fingers down Maisie’s throat, until she felt the Brit’s struggles gradually quiet down. A line of drool ran out of the corners of her lips and she looked up pathetically at Sarah as the American toyed with her.
After a few minutes of this torture, Maisie was almost unconscious. Sarah then felt confident enough roll the Brit back into the ring. She then spent about 20 minutes working over one specific part of Maisie’s body, her right arm.
She twisted it into a tight hammerlock behind Maisie’s back, wrenching the trapped limb up as far as she could. Sarah added to the torture by also twisting Maisie’s wrist as shard as she could, like ringing out a wet tea towel. Maisie squired in pain. She hid he face in her arms, trying not to show how much pain she was experiencing but Sarah could tell by how stiff and tense Williams’ body got. She could also see Maisie opening and closing her fingers, a subtle sign of how much agony she was in.
Eventually she worked Maisie up to her feet and marched her into one corner of the ring. She lifted Maisie’s arm over the ring rope. She then started violently pulling on the arm, jerking it up and down. Maisie, whose back was to Sarah, winced in pain. She again tried to hide her face in her free arm as the American kept up the torture.
Eventually Sarah switched from jerking the arm to firing punches up into Maisie’s right armpit.
“Gagghhhh!’ Maisie cried out, as the pain switched from steady pressure to a sharp explosion every time Sarah fired a punch up into her armpit, which she did relentlessly, firing off a couple of dozen punches in rapid succession.
Eventually, Sarah left Maisie slump onto her butt in the corner of the ring. Any reprieve the Brit had was short-lived though as Sarah started firing kicks and stomps into Maisie’s right shoulder.
Sarah grunted as she fired off each kick, concentrating intently as she used her long, lean legs to pound Maisie into a mudhole.
At this point, Maisie was starting to be barely conscious. Sarah had been so relentless in her beatdown, had concentrated so viciously on one body part, that the brunette’s arm was almost numb. Maisie had lost almost all ability to resist. Sarah just kept bashing her over and over and over again…
Eventually Sarah reluctantly stopped and sat herself down in front of Maisie. She grabbed Maisie by her sweat-soaked hair and grabbed her by the chin with her other hand, squeezing the brunette’s cheeks.
“Do you give, princess?”
Nothing.
“Oh, should I work on your arm some more?”
“No,” Maisie said quietly.
“No what?” said a hardhearted Sarah.
“No, please. Stop, I give up,” Maisie said.
“Damn right, you do!” said Sarah.
She then inched up and sat herself in Maisie’s lap before firing punch after punch after punch into Maisie’s jaw.
There was a look of shock on Maisie’s face after the first right cross but she quickly was drilled into a drooling, beaten mess. Sarah was not the hardest puncher but the sheer speed and volume of the punches overwhelmed Maisie, who was still muddle-headed after the cheapshots with the kendo stick.
Her eyes became unfocused. Her head whipped back and forth after each blow.
And Sarah just kept the rain of blows coming, punching her arch enemy into oblivion, not giving her hatred rival any chance to recover.
The last thing Maisie heard dimly as she went out was Sarah barking to the ref.
“Check her ref! Check her! I think she’s out!” said the excited American.
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Ivanka Trump. Vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
The charity wrestling match was going badly for Ivanka Trump. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was bobbing and weaving circles around her and fire stinging jabs over and over into the blonde socialite’s face. The girl from the Bronx was showing that she knew how to fight and there was little Ivanka could do bout it, despite being taller and stronger.
BAM! Jab to the chin!
Ivanka shook her head, trying to clear the ringing in her skull.
BAM! Left cross to the jaw!
Ivanka stumbled away from Alexandria, stepping in pot holes, as she retreated to her corner.
Ocasio-Cortez followed close behind, drilling punches into Ivanka’s lower back and kidneys. Ivanka’s eyes winced in pain, and her eyebrows arched, the kidney punches paralyzing her and bringing her to the verge of tears
A disgusted Donald Trump. Stalking at ringside, scowled in disgusts as he watched his daughter getting beaten up. “Come on Ivanka! Wake up girl! I didn’t pay fpr all those boxing lessons just to see you get knocked out by this this Mexican bitch!” he seethed.
“Sorry, Daddy, sorr---“ pleaded Ivanka, rather pathetically
But she was cut off as Alexandria grabbed her by her lustrous blonde hair, before pounding Ivanka’s head into the top corner turnbuckle a dozen times. After all the jabs, the headshots brought Ivanka sto the verge of passing out and she fell onto her ass, seated in the corner.
“Whoooooo! Take that little Miss 1%!” Alexandria crowed.
She then raced across the ring into the opposite corner and got ready for her finishing maneuver, a running, double knee strike into the ringpost that would surely reduce Ivanka to roadkill.
AOC took a few seconds to relish the moment. The charity challenge had actually been the President’s idea. He was so confident that his daughter, a talented volleyball player in high school, would pound Alexandria into the mat that he eagerly organized the event. He was so looking forward to seeing Ivanka shut up the mouthy, young congresswoman from New York. However he had not counted on Ocasio-Cortez’s greater quickness and her feistiness.
The two women had been fighting for close to 30-minutes now, most of which AOC had spent dominating Trump. They were both soaked in sweat now, the arena was not air-conditioned and it was a sweltering July night.
Ivanka was dressed in a custom-made, one piece white swimsuit, with “windows” in the side, highlighting her sexy hips. She was so damp now that the crowd could vaguely make out Ivanka’s large breasts from beneath the fabric of her suit. Alexandria was dressed more modestly in a black tank-top and black yoga pants, although they were tight enough to show off her trim, athletic body and her short was small enough to show off her tummy and a little cleavage.
“Alright, time to put the heiress out of her misery!” AOC announced to the cheering crowd before taking off at top speed.
However…just as she launched herself into the air to slam her knees into Ivanka’s face, Donald grabbed his daughter by the arm and dragged her ot of the corner. The result was that Alexandria smashed into the ring post at full speed, dislocating a knee. She writhed in pain, clutching at her knee and screaming bloody murder.
Meanwhile, Donald Trump slipped a roll of quarters into Ivanka’s right hand.
“Now, quick, like we talked about,” he commanded his daughter.
Ivanka didn’t need to be told twice. She shaked the cobwebs out of her head before crawling over to Alexandra and mounting her. Then she started swinging punches wildly into AOC’s face, including with the loaded right.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
She must have launched two dozen blows into Alexandria’s’ chin and jaw, getting out all of her frustration after being beaten up for most of the match.
“Take that you mouthy little bitch!” Ivanka cried out.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
When she was finally done, Alexandria was moaning quietly in pain, her eyes were swollen shot. One of her legs was prone, while the other was bent at the knee but swaying lazily, almost out.
But Alexandria’s torture was far from over. Ivanka rolled her swimsuit top down, freeing her impressive rack. The crowd roared in approval! She then dropped down and stuffed her sweaty breasts into Alexandria’s face.
“Mmmmmmmffffffff….noooooooooo…..nnnnnnnnnnn…” a panicky AOC cried out as all her oxygen and light was blotted out.
Ivanka, who could finally deploy her greater size now that Alexandria was grounded, kept her pinned firmly to the mat by gripping the brunette’s head firmly and pushing it up into her tits, while using her long legs to grapevine her rival.
Alexandra tried bucking her hips to knock Ivanka off of her but without any luck.
She stamped her bare feet against the mat to protest.
She screamed for the ref to free her.
But the official glanced over at Donald Trump and the President winked at him. No help was coming from the ref.
Ivankas’s breasts were impossibly hot, they were sticky with perspiration which made the seal over Alexandria’s’ face even tighter. Ivanka was relentless. She didn’t give her an inch…not an inch…
“No air for you, bitch!” Ivanka crowed.
Finally, after several long minutes, both of Alexandria’s legs dropped to the mat. Her arms which had been trying to pry Ivanka off of her also dropped. Her hands switched from tight fists into open pleading hands. She was finished. But Ivanka stayed on top for at least another 90 seconds, making the crowd wonder if the blonde heiress was going to smother her to death.
Finally Ivanka lifted her breasts off of Alexandria’s face, a wet POP sound ringoing out as the vacuum seal was released.
Alexandria’s face was bright red after being kept without oxygen for so long, Her eyes were closed. A line of saliva was dribbling down from her lips to her chin.
“Ha! Where’s your ‘squad’ now? Where are all your Twitter fans now, huh” said Ivanka triumphantly.
She then proceeded to peel off Alexandria’s yoga pants off of her and her tank top, revealing a black bra and thong underwear underneath, as well as a sexy, little body.
“Oh! Looks at this! Guess Little Miss Feminism is actually a dirty slut behind closed doors, huh?” laughed Ivanka.
She then rolled Alexandria so she was half way out of the ring. Her upper body was still lying on the ring face down, while her lower body dangled off the side of the ring.
“Come over here daddy and give this little bitch the spanking she deserves!”. The President wasted no time and promptly waddled over and spanked AOC’s tight little ass as hard as he could a dozen times.
The sharp pain roused Alexandria from her smother-induced slumber and she quietly sobbed as she was humiliated by her most hated rival, the man she despised with every fibre of her being.
His enforcer, Ivanka, then grabbed her arm from behind, twisting it into a painful hammerlock. She then marched Alexandria slowly up the ring ramp. Every time she spotted someone in the crowd wearing a red MAGA hat she would maneuver Alexandria into position so the Trump fan could slap the brunette or spit at her.
Eventually she walked Alexandria walked her right out of the arena.
The Titantron screen then turned on and showed Ivanka dragging Alexandria into a waiting stretch limo. The limo was large enough that Ivanka was able to lay down AOC so she was completely prone on the back seat of the limo. Ivanka then climbed on top of her before once again plunging her bounteous breasts into Alexandria’s helpless, tear-soaked face. Ivanka was laughing deliriously, so delighted with how this match had turned out.
“And it was all for charity!” she laughed. What Alexandria didn’t know was that the proceeds would go to a Political Action Committee dedicated to re-electing Donald J. Trump.
The car door then closed and the vehicle drove off.
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Sarah Hyland vs Anna Kendrick
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The Atomic Drop is a particularly devastating move, if executed properly. Standing behind her opponent, one wrestler wraps her arms around the other girl's waist, lifts her up into the air, and then brings her down; as she does, the girl executing the move drops down to one knee, and the victim's groin smashes into her bent knee with her own full weight behind the impact. Done once, it effectively takes the starch out of the poor girl who is made to suffer it.
Having nailed Anna with an Atomic Drop once, Sarah was assured that her blonde opponent would now offer scant resistance to a pin attempt.
But Hyland wasn't done yet.
The second Atomic Drop could be justified as icing on the cake, rendering Kendrick so ravaged that she would have no hope of recovering. Given her ragdoll state as she sat moaning on her tormentor's knee, it was evident that this match was over but for the bell.
There was no morally justifiable reason for the third Atomic Drop. The reason for it was simply that Sarah is as vile a sadist as the HWA has ever seen and for her, mere victory isn't enough...she has to punish her victim with all of the cruelty she can muster.
Her taut body reduced to something very akin or liquid, the now barely conscious Anna flops off of Hyland's knee and puddles onto the mat, a chirpy whine of anguish the only sign of life from her. Sarah rises up and contemptuously kicks the blonde over onto her back, then plants a boot on Kendrick's chest as the referee goes through the formal motion of counting one...two...and three.
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Ivanka Trump vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez – Day 3
This was day 3 of Alexandria’s captivity at the hands of Ivanka at Trump Tower following their slobberknocker of a pro-style match, which Ivanka had won via breast smother after intervention by her slimeball father.
Alexandria was laid out on a king –size bed, barely conscious and drenched in sweat. She was dressed in a silk, green teddy cut high at the hips to show off her long legs. A leather choker was tied tightly around her neck, with a ring attached to it. Ivanka had used to tie a leash to Alexandria and march her around the large condo. At this point, Alexandria was no longer bound. Over the past three days, Ivanka had broken her body and then broken her spirit. She was completely limp and servile now.
A smiling Ivanka marched into the room to check in on her plaything. Ivanka was dressed in lingerie herself; a black leather corset and black panties, were complimented by black leather fingerless gloves gave her an intimidating appearance. Ivanka crawled onto the bed and wrapped one hand in Alexandria’s long, dark hear to hold her steady and then started firing a series of punches into the Puerto Rican’s chin.
“Morning sweetie!” Ivanka chirped.
“Unghhh….unghhh….unghhh…” Alexandria whimpered as every punch rocked her.
Alexandria’s eyes clouded over after the fourth or fifth punch. She didn’t resist as Ivanka grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her over so she was on her stomach.
“No…no…not again….” Alexandria cried, knowing what was coming.
Ivanka jabbed three fingers into Alexandria from behind and started finger-fucking the brunette, slowly at first, then with increasing ferocity, quickly bringing Alexandria to a boiling, panting mess.
When Alexandria was on the verge of climaxing, Ivanka withdrew her fingers and let the Puerto Rican catch her breath again.
Then Ivanka started tribbing her from behind, pounding her crotch into Alexandria’s firm butt….again slowly at first….then more and more violently. Alexandria’s eyes rolled up into her head. She whimpered pitiably as Ivanka pounded her over and over, a wet slapping sound ringing out in the room as flesh met flesh.
But again, just as Alex was about to explode, Ivanka abruptly stopped.
“No. No. Please….finish….finish me off….” Alexandria whimpered desperately.
“Shut up.” Ivanka said coldly.
She turned Alexandria around and propped her so she was sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Ivanka sat in her lap. She wrapped one arm around Ivanka’s hip to keep her steady, while she used her other hand to start stimulating Alexandria once again. The two rivals were face to face now and Ivanka could see the effect on Alexandria as she was once again finger fucked.
“Oh…..oh…..oh God….” Alexandria whimpered.
“I own you, bitch. I own your trashy ass. After I fuck you, you’re going to clean my bathroom you piece of trash,” hissed a pitiless Ivanka.
Alexandria was panting. This time, Ivanka did not relent, she quickened the pace. Going in and out, in and out…until finally an exhausted Alexandria came.
“Gunnnngghhhhhh!!!!” Alexandria exclaimed.
Ivanka slapped the brunette as violently as she could manage just as she climaxed, combining pain and pleasure.
An utterly soaked Alexandria spilled over onto her side, drool coming out of her mouth.
Ivanka quickly clamped a reverse bear hug around Alexandria’s chest and started squeezing the oxygen out of the Puerto Rican’s lungs.
“No…no…” Alexandria whined.
“Yes! Yes!” laughed Ivanka, who brutally shook the brunette back and forth. Ivanka kept the grinding submission hold on for 10 long minutes, periodically shaking Alexandria when she was about to pass out, keeping her on the verge of unconsciousness but never quite letting her slip away.
Ivanka then dragged Alexandria, lying on her stomach, so that her head and arms were draped over the side of the bed. Ivanka sat down at the side of the bed and started using her long legs to fire kicks straight into Alexandria’s face while holding her arms so that the brunette would not wiggle away.
“Bam!”
“Bam!”
“Bam!”
The vicious kicks shook Alexandria, sweat exploding into the air every time a new kick struck her.
After the kicks, Alexandria was once again knocked out cold.
Ivanka climbed on top of her and slapped her awake. It took longer this time, the brunette in a deep slumber after all the punching and fucking and bearhugs and kicks to the face…
“Come on Alexandria…come one…we’re not done yet, sweetie…..wake up…” Ivanka cooed.
Alexandria’s eyes slowly opened as Ivanka kept gently slapping her. She sobbed quietly as pain radiated from her jaw after all the kicks.
Ivanka, delighted to see her awake again, bounced up and down joyfully on Alexandria’s tummy.
“Alright, time for your favourite move Alexandria,” said Ivanka menacingly.
She slowly lowered her large breasts and sealed them over Alexandria’s face. Alexandria wiggled, trying to free herself but she was simply too exhausted after three days of being beaten up.. Ivanka’s chest overwhelmed her, blotting out all light. She was sunk into a clammy, hot prison. Ivana’s breasts were so large…so heavy. Alexandria tried to move her head….tried to find some precious air…but Ivanka wasn’t giving her an inch.
“Suck on those tits, bitch. Suck on them,” Ivanka said, smiling. “Look at you now. Not so mouthy now, huh rebel? Who owns you bitch, huh? Who owns your ass?”
The last dregs of oxygen were snuffed out of Alexandria, the labored rise and fall of her chest stopped. Her legs which had been bent at the knees, slowly lowered. Her arms which had been pushing against Ivanka dropped, her hands opened pleadingly. Ivanka just kept grinding and grinding and grinding…
Finally she lifted her chest off of Alexandria’s face, a wet sound smacking in the air as the seal was released.
Ivanka then leaned over and started kissing the unconscious Alexandria over and over, long and deep.
“Mmmmm,,,,,mmmmm…mmmmmm” Ivanka moaned getting hot herself, as she kissed her hated enemy. She was thinking about the beating she had suffered during the first part of her pro-match with Alexandria a few days ago, how the Puerto Rican spitfire had pounded her into near defeat. How the tables had turned she thought!
She reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and retrieved a leash. She clamped onto the collar around Alex’s neck, getting ready to wake her up again and make her walk around on all fours once again.
Just the Donald Trump walked into the room.
“Did you get her ready for me Ivanka?”
“Yes, Daddy. She’s out. She won’t be lippy or disrespectful.”
“Good girl,” said the President, as his daughter reluctantly left the bedroom.
“Don’t go anywhere Alexandria. I’ll be back later to finish you off for good,” said the departing Ivanka.
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It was the second week of shooting the remake of the old western movie "Destry Rides Again" and Victoria Justice was playing the sexy saloon girl while Jennifer Lawrence was portraying the prim and proper school marm.
The two women had found out early on that they simply didn't like each other and now that they were filming the most famous scenes in the movie - a ferocious catfight in the saloon - things had come to a head.
Victoria had "accidentally" punched Jennifer twice and the blonde had just shrugged it off. But when the scene called for Victoria to pull Jen's hair, she really yanked and tugged savagely. Well, push led to shove and shove led to Jennifer cutting loose with a barrage of rights and lefts in retaliation. That chilled the sexy brunette but Jennifer wasn't satisfied. She proceeded to toss Vic all over the set and culminated her tirade by grabbing Victoria's long brown hair and spinning her in a circle before letting loose. That left Victoria flying across the set to finally come to rest sprawled across the bar. Her big brown eyes were rolling in her head and she was babbling about giving up and being sorry - all things that a furious Jennifer completely ignored.
While the cameras rolled Jennifer set the wobbly Victoria up on the bar and socked her one last time right to the chin. Victoria rocked back and forth before slowly sliding to the floor, out like a light.
"Cut!" yelled the director. "I think we got just what we needed!"
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Battle of the Teen Starlets:
Isabela Moner (18 yrs old) vs. Kiernan Shipka (19 yrs old)
Isabela, the Peruvian star of the live action Dora the Exlorer movie, was on her knees in front of Kiernan, the Mad Men starlet. The blonde had a handful of her rival’s hair. Isabela was swaying uneasily after suffering a terrific beating so far. Kiernan pulled back her arm before punching Isabela in the jaw, then the right eye, then the nose. The rapid fire blows watered Isabela’s eyes and she groaned in pain.
The match between the two long-time enemies had been pretty even at first. Isabela had used her greater speed and athleticism to hit a series of high flying moves: dropkicks, moonsaults and rope-assisted spears that had rendered Kiernan dizzy.
But the blonde slowed things down with frequent ropes breaks and escapes to the outside of the ring, interrupting Isabela's momentum....and eventually she had gradually asserted control using her mastery of submission holds. A long-held hammerlock had brought Isabela to a whimpering stop as Kiernan marched her into one of the ring’s corners. Kiernan tightened the joint lock, jamming up Isabela’s arm as far as it could possible go, while simultaneously wringing out the brunette’s trapped wrist. The pain was so blinding that it prevented Isabela from even thinking about a counter.
Kiernan finally let her go but only to turn her around in the corner and start hitting the brunette’s core with shoulder block after shoulder block. The vicious shots to Isabela’s tummy quickly weakened her, blasting all the oxygen out of her lungs. After a few shots, Isabela started folding over Kiernan after every gut shot. Her eyes winced in pain after very explosive strike. Isabella started mumbling to herself. She may have been giving up but she couldn’t muster enough breath to be heard and a smiling Kiernan seemed to realize this as she did not let up on the shoulder blocks for several more minutes.
Finally, Kiernan draped Isabela’s arms over the top ropes and started dancing around the brunette, while firing jabs and uppercuts into the brunette’s face, smiling as she treated Isabela like a speed bag.
Finally the brunette dropped to her knees in front of the blonde completely exhausted. The blonde tagged her again a few times, which is where we came in.
Then Kiernan dropped to her knees in front of Isabela. She wrapped one arm around Isabela’s hip and lower back, pulling the brunette in closely. Kiernan then started firing punch after punch - slow, steady and heavy – into Isabela’s stomach. Kiernan was able to study the pain in Isabela’s face every time she took another gut shot. She delighted in seeing the effect of her blows on her rival.
“Do you want to give up Izzy? You must want to give up,” taunted Kiernan.
Isabela desperately did want to give up but all the blows to her stomach left her unable to speak, she could only grunt and squeak. Her pleading eyes though showed what distress she was in.
“Oh I think you do! Ask her ref. I think she wants to give,” Kiernan ordered the ref.
“Isabela do you give up?” asked the ref.
Isabela nodded her head quick, signaling her surrender.
A triumphant Kiernan fired a few more punches into Isabela’s stomach, the hardest blows yet, as the bell rung.
Finally Kieran relented and Isabela pooled onto the mat, clutching at her tummy and quietly sobbing.
“Found your weak spot, huh honey?” laughed Kiernan, as the ref lifted her arm in victory.
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Jennette McCurdy vs Bindi Erwin
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"Cr-crikey!" the Aussie beauty gasped.
It had been as savage a brawl as the spectators had ever seen...a genuine slobberknocker between two pint-sized powerhouses, as Bindi and Jennette hammered, slammed and stomped one another the length and breadth of the penthouse living room. Now however, the American blonde had taken the upper hand; from behind her opponent, she had managed to apply her devastating Reverse Bearhug, McCurdy's steely arms locked tight across Erwin's ample bosom, squeezing with such pressure that the Australian's own breasts pressed against her lungs, preventing her from drawing a decent breath. "No hope for you now, sweet cheeks!" Jennette tauntingly rasped into her panting rival's ear. Knowing she couldn't withstand this punishment much longer, Bindi realized she had to make a desperate bid to escape.
The brunette's body suddenly began to sink; McCurdy assumed her knees were buckling, and the blonde began crouching to 'ride' her opponent down. But Erwin wasn't dropping to her knees...instead, she was bending down into a crouch. And suddenly she sprang up, startling Jennette. Bindi exerted so much effort, she managed to lift herself up off of the floor, and her tormentor found herself off-balance. The result was that the blonde fell backward to the floor, with her brunette adversary crashing atop her with her full weight. The impact caused Jennette to let out a loud gasp as her arms flew open, freeing the Aussie. Adrenaline pumping, Bindi delivered an elbow smash to her rival's ribs to further weaken her, then rolled off of the blonde. "My turn," the brunette said with a smirk.
What that turn consisted of was Erwin wrapping her powerful legs around her opponent's chest, locking her ankles and applying her signature Python Lock scissors. McCurdy's eyes went wide with panic as the first wave of crushing agony struck; her body thrashed and her hands slapped and tugged at the limbs that encircled her, her breasts smashed flat. But her efforts availed her naught, as Erwin continued to increase the pressure.
Realizing she was doomed, the fast-fading blonde began tapping furiously at her oppressor's leg, but the Aussie ignored her submission and continued squeezing. In the course of their battle she had developed a severe hatred for her rival (the feeling being mutual), and the brunette fully intended to enjoy destroying the American fully and completely.
Finally, McCurdy let out a long, pitiful sigh and her eyelids fluttered shut as she was squeezed into unconsciousness. Bindi let out a gasping laugh of joy and relief, opened up her legs...and promptly passed out herself from exhaustion.
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Mandy Rose vs. Trish Stratus
From atop her seat on Trish's back, Mandy smiled. It was a cold, arrogant sort of smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. Mandy was proud of herself. For months now - months! - she had been hearing people's whispers. She had seen the social media entries and the forum posts. She had heard people talking. She had heard every comparison between herself and the veteran Trish that anyone could possibly make, and she was damn tired of it.
So when an opportunity presented itself to make it clear which of them was the superior woman? Mandy more than jumped on the chance. She was all too eager to end the comparisons once and for all.
Mandy had waited quietly in the locker room for Trish to make an exit from the showers, waiting off to the side where no one would pay her much mind or give much attention to her. She had only been wearing a towel at the time, because if she was going to do this, she wanted to do it right...and sure enough, it wasn't long before Trish made her own exit from the showers, returning to the locker room with nothing on her body but her own towel, wrapped tight around her body. She didn't notice Mandy as she headed to her locker, and she paid her no mind as the woman came up on her from behind, moving in quick and close and grabbing Trish by the hair.
In one swift movement, Mandy had swung Trish around, slamming her into the set of lockers by her long and blonde hair, and from that moment, the fight was on. To Trish's credit (and Mandy's surprise!), the older veteran fought back pretty well, eventually taking Mandy to the floor of the locker room and getting in a few rough punches on Mandy's face, but it didn't take long for the younger woman to gain her advantage back, taking control of the situation and releasing her frustrations onto the former Women's wrestling champion.
And that's how things had gotten to this point: Trish, laying naked and facedown on the floor, with a similarly nude Mandy sitting atop her, looking as smug as one could be. She was a little sweaty, yeah, but she had managed to bring Trish down and keep her under control...and now it was time to finish her off!
Mandy began to adjust her position, leaning down so that she was soon lying atop of Trish, her large, bare breasts squashing down against Trish's back. Her bare skin gently rubbed against Trish's own bare, sweaty flesh, and the older woman couldn't do much but whimper and moan as Mandy made herself comfortable atop of her. It wasn't long before Trish felt Mandy's arm, strong and muscular, snaking around her neck, the younger beauty locking in a rather tight sleeper hold on her, and it wasn't long after that before she could feel Mandy's lips right beside her ear. She could feel Mandy's breath, hot on her flesh, and she could hear Mandy's soft whispers to her, a sultry tone masking a rather harsh warning.
"You're done for," Mandy whispered, squeezing her arm tight around Trish's neck, her well-toned bicep pushed up against the older woman's throat, flexing as it began cutting off Trish's air supply. "You should have never came back here. You should have stayed in retirement, bitch, because now you've got a nightmare to deal with...me." She squeezed a little harder, relishing every movement that Trish was making beneath her. The former champion was squirming underneath her body, writhing beneath Mandy, trying to wiggle herself free. Her hands had came up, grabbing at Mandy's arm, but it was in vain. She didn't have the strength or the energy to force the woman's hold to come loose, and with every moment that passed, she could feel herself growing weaker and weaker.
"As long as I see you around here, Trish...?" Mandy continued, her voice quiet, almost intimate as she whispered to the woman beneath her. "I plan on making you miserable. I plan on making you suffer. I'm ten times the wrestler you've ever been. I'm ten times the woman you've ever been. I'm superior to you in every single way, and if I ever see you in an arena with me again...? I'm going to do the same thing to you that I'm doing right now. I'm going to remind you, over and over, of why you should have stayed the hell away from wrestling."
It wasn't much longer before Trish's eyes rolled back into her head, her lungs burning as she struggled to find air...and it wasn't much longer after that before they finally fluttered close. Eventually, the older woman went completely limp, her struggles ceasing entire, the veteran blonde knocked out by Mandy's simple submission hold.
When she was sure that Trish was out, Mandy finally released the sleeper and sat up, crawling off of the woman and then climbing back to her feet. She leaned down, grabbing her towel and lifting it up to wrap tight back around her body, and then headed towards her locker. After fishing around for a moment, she found her phone, and returned back to Trish's prone, unconscious form. Planting a foot in the center of the woman's back, she raised her phone aloft and smirked, taking a few quick selfies of herself standing victorious over Trish.
By the time the morning rolled around, those pictures would be all over social media. There would be no comparison between the two again, and Mandy was sure of it. By the time everyone had seen Mandy's photos, they would which of the two beautiful blonde wrestlers was truly the superior woman.
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Vanessa Hudgens vs Ariel Winter
Sometimes the most ferocious fights are fought by the most unexpected contenders.
Neither Vanessa nor Ariel had a personal grudge against the other, but both women were driven by the urge to free themselves from the "cute loser" reputation that haunted them.
So, when the match started, the two topless beauties went at each other at full force and the more the bout progressed the more fiercely they fought, slapping and clawing the opponent's body with recless abandon.
In the end, the action seprated them for a moment and both women, just as they silently agreed to a truce, took their time to catch their breath while kneeling in front of each other.
Both knew that the fight was almost over and that both of them had almost spent all their energies. And just as they had ear a signal, they simultaneously extended their arm, going for the opponent's breasts.
Vanessa grabbed two handfuls of Ariel's big boobs, digging her nails in the soft flesh and squeezing as hard as she could. Ariel went for Vanessa's perky's nipples, pinching them between herthumbs and forefingers and starting to pull and twist her comparatively smaller tits.
As the tit abuse contest went on, both women started to sob and bawl as their eyes filled with tears.
Vanessa had almost reached her limit, the pain at her tits was amost unbearable and she realized that Ariel was slowly taking the advantage. Suddently Vanessa's head snapped forward as she hit Ariel's nose with her forehead.
Shocked, Ariel released her hold on Vanessa's tits as her hands instinctively went for her nose.
Vanessa took advantage of Ariel distraction to tackle her down and sit on her belly, she grabbed Ariel's left wrist with her right hand and pinned it to the mat over Ariel's right shoulder, then she went for the other wrist and in the end Ariel found herself pinned on the mat, almost strangled by her own arms crossed under her chin.
"Give up Winter" said the still crying Vanessa "I don't want to hurt you anymore....but I will if you don't surrender now!"
"N...n...no...I won't..."
"GIVE! UP!"
"N...NEVER!"
"GIVE! UP! NOW!"
"F...FUCK YOU!"
Slowly, almost as someone was forcing her, Vanessa lowered her mouth on Ariel's right boob, sinking her teeth in the soft titfles of her opponent and Ariel screamed bloody murder as Vanessa chewed her breast.
"I GIVE! I GIVE! STOP, PLEASE I GIVE UP!"
Vanessa got up, releasing Ariel who crumpled in a fetal position sobbing uncontrollably while the mat was stained by the drops of blood from where Vanessa's theet pierced Ariel' skin.
And as she was proclaimed the winner, a tear eyed Vanessa finally let out a loud and animalistic scream of victory.
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Retro Bout: Cyd Charisse vs Yvette Mimieux
Cyd swallowed hard. Her vision grew blurry, her eyes unfocused. The source of her agony? An incredibly tight sleeperhold champed securely around her throat by her arch rival Yvette Mimeux.
Cyd had only given up her back to her opponent for an instance but Yvette’s eyes widened and she pounced the moment the brunette had done so. Yvette had been practicing the sleeper hold on her boyfriend over and over in the weeks leading up to her match with Cyd. She had never been able to beat the brunette and she was counting on this move to bring her that elsuoive victory.
The sleeperhold had quickly toppled Cyd onto her knees. Yvette followed her down, pushing Cyd so she was folded in on herself. In addition to the breath stealing effect of the sleeperhold itself, the compression further squeezed the brunette’s lungs.
“Ohhhhhhhhh….” Cyd moaned. “Can’t breathe…can’t breathe!”
Yvette just smiled, and ground the sleeperhold event tighter, “cranking” it up.
“Say you give,” ordered the hardhearted blonde. “Give up and I’ll let you breathe.”
“No! Never!” said the proud brunette.
But the sleeperhold not only impeded her breathing. It stopped the blood flow to her brain. Sure enough she started getting dizzy. The hold robbed her of her greatest strength: her long legs, her flexibility, her speed. All she could feel was Yvette’s ropey little muscles pressing into her throat, pressing, pressing, pressing…
Cyd tried crawling to the ropes but Yvette stayed plastered on her back. After a few inches, Cyd collapsed. She was now completely prone, with Yvette lying on top of her.
“YES!” the blonde exclaimed happily. “You’re not going anywhere Cyd, nowhere! Now GIVE UP bitch.”
“No…no…” said the stubborn brunette quietly. She had always beaten the blonde in the past. She couldn’t accept that she was losing.
But losing she was. Yvette had trained carefully for this moment. She had mentally pictured it countless times. She was getting hot as she pressed tightly against Cyd. She could feel the strength gradually draining from the brunette’s body. She could see the pain and desperation on Cyd’s face. Her eyebrows arched, her mouth pouting. Yvette just kept the sleeper clamped on as tightly as possible. She started daydreaming a little about the things she was going to do with Cyd once the brunette passed out. She would tie her up and start working on Cyd’s pride and joy, her long legs
“Give!” she hissed in Cyd’s era.
Finally the pride was squeezed out of Cyd.
“Ok. OK.” whispered an utterly exhausted Cyd. “-I…give. I give…”
“YES! Now say I’m better than you!” ordered Yvette.
The proud brunette tried holding out for a bit longer, gritting her teeth but eventually the pressure to breathe unimpeded became unbearable.
“OK….you’re better…you’re better…just let me breathe…” pleaded Cyd, who started sobbing so desperate she was to breathe.
“Not quite yet, Cyddie. Say you suck!” laughed the hardhearted blonde.
But Cyd was beyond talking now. Her eyes rolled up in her head, then closed. The last dregs of consciousness escaping. Yvette’s vise-like grip had finally put her out.
But an excited Yvette wasn’t ready to let go yet. Not after all the defeats she had suffered at Cyd’s hands. She had found the key to defeating her now and she was not about to let o any time soon. She didn’t care about the permanent damage she might cause to Cyd. She didn’t care about the ref ordering her to let Cyd go or the crowd booing her. She just remained focused on Cyd’s knocked out face. She smiled. So this is what victory felt like!
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Fantastic stuff, Savant! :)
Retro Bout: Cyd Charisse vs Yvette Mimieux
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Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez vs Ivanka Trump – Part 3
“Unghhhh!” Alexandria’s head went whipping as Ivanka tagged her with yet another punch to the jaw as the brunette was trapped in the ring corner, her arms hanging the bottom ropes. Ivanka took a moment to relish the dazed look on her rival’s face before resuming her punches. She wasn’t the hardest puncher but her slow, methodical blows were gradually beating Alexandria into a pulp.
But the truth of the matter is that Alexandria was defeated long before she got in the ring.
After their last match, which Ivanka had won thanks to some intervention by her repulsive father and thanks to an absolutely devastating breast smother, the blonde heiress had dragged Alexandria back to Trump Tower where she proceeded to torture the brunette Congresswoman from the Bronx for a solid week. Ivanka was absolutely merciless once she had the advantage over Alexandria. She kept her rival tied up and beat her from her from morning to night, knocking her out countless times. Eventually she beat Alexandria to the point where Ivanka didn’t even need to tie her up anymore. The brunette’s spirit, her will to fight back, was broken. That’s when Ivanka really started to have fun, trapping Alexandria in submission hold after submission hold, in particular every possible variation on the figure four head scissors, using her long legs to reduce Alexandria to a gurgling mess.
Overnight, she would leave Alaexndrai painfully tied up on the floor in a cold pantry room to ensure that she would get no rest and would still be exhausted the next morning. This pattern continued for days until Ivanka finally reduced Alaexndrai to the point where she would offer no resistance as Ivanka fucked her from behind over and over, sexually humiliating her and leaving her an exhausted, sweaty mess.
Finally, the time came for their pro-style rematch. Ivanka had tied up Alexandria and the two women were driven to the arena in Ivanka’s limousine. Alexandria was dressed in a skimpy, green silk teddy, while Ivanka was in a black bra, black panties and fishnet stockings. Both women were barefoot.
Ivan’s wrapped a leather choker around Alexandria’s slender neck and attached a leash to it. She marched Alexandria down the ramp, shocking the crowd who could see how beaten up and helpless Alexandria was. They booed lustily but the ice cold Ivanka relished the disapproval.
“Bunch of peasants,” she hissed. “Look at your champion now – tough girl from the Bronx, right? But I totally own her!”
When the two women entered the ring, the ref ordered Ivanka stop untie Alexandria and remove the leash. Once she had done so, he signaled for the timekeeper to ring the bell. The rematch was on!
The support from the crowd filled Alexandria with momentum and renewed energy. She was incredibly angry with how Ivanka had treated her and was determined to get revenge. As soon as the bell rang, she ran across the ring and launched herself at the blonde.
Ivanka was briefly overwhelmed as the brunette fired a series of forearm strikes and elbows at the blonde. However adrenaline could only go so far after a week of torture. Ivanka looped an arm around Alexandria’s neck before dropping her with a DDT, spiking the brunette’s head into the canvas and dazing her.
Even though Ivanka had been beating up Alexandria’s for a week now, even though the brunette was essentially a ragdoll at this point, she still lacked confidence. She was spooked by the possibility of Alexandria making a comeback. So she wasn’t taking any chances and was fully prepared to use weapons and cheat.
Ivanka signaled to her attendants to pass her a syringe she had brought with her. Ivanka jabbed it into the downed Alexandria’s left buttock, injecting her with a sedative.
“No! No!” Alexandria protested. Ivanka had periodically drugged her like this over the past week. She knew this was robbing her of any chance to fight back. The drugs quickly started taking effect, making Alexandria even more sluggish. Her eyes started rolling and became unfocused, like she was drunk.
A delighted Ivanka then bullied the brunette into the ring corner and stated firing right and left crosses into Alexandria’s jaw, tagging her over and over, which is where we came in. After every punch, she would reposition Alexandria’s face, so she was set up for another blow.
Once she had further softened up Alexandria this way, she cocked back her arm and fired her hardest punch yet - not in Alexandria’s face this time - but directly in her chest. Heart punch! A look of shock came over Alexandria’s face. She had never felt such pain before. It felt an electric shock radiate from her chest to the tips of her toes, before everything went numb.
“Shot to the heart!” Ivanka laughed, singing the Bon Jovi song.
Ivanka then signaled to her corner again and they handed her a thick, burlap rope. She quickly wrapped it around Alexandria’s neck, choking her. The ref protested but Ivanka just ignored him. She knew an arena-full of fans were here to see this match and there was no way the ref was going to end it with a disqualification. Not without giving the crowd their money’s worth. Alexandria’s eyes bulged open and she started coughing as the trope cut off her breathing. She kicked her legs and stamped her feet in protest but the choke quickly overwhelmed her and she became limp and floppy. Ivanka would periodically tighten the rope, biting it into Alexandria’s throat even more tightly. Finally she released it with a flourish, allowing Alexandria to collapse onto the mat.
A heartless, unrelenting Ivanka then wrapped her long legs around Alexandria’s throat, locking on a figure four headscissors.
“Urkkkk! Alexandria’s gasped as the blonde quickly ramped up the hold to knockout intensity. “No….please…not this…not this….” she whimpered. But Ivanka just smiled. She would periodically lift her hips off the map, producing even more unbearable pressure on Alexandria’s neck. Again, as with the the rope choke, she brough Alexandria’s right to the brink of passing out before releasing her. She delighted in keeping Alexandria’s right of the brink of unconsciuousness without quite crossing the threshold.
Ivanka then proceeded to apply painful joint locks to Alexandria, and every possible variation of an arm buster or arm wringer to the brunette’s right arm. She particularly enjoyed trapping Alexandria’s arm in the rope and yanking it down violently over the top cable. This quickly brought Alexandria to tears as the pain radiated down from her shoulder to her fingertips. She winced her eyes in pain, every time Ivanka placed a new agonizing hold on her trapped limb.
After several long minutes of this, Ivanks lifted up Alexandria to her very unsteady feet. The Congresswoman swayed in place barely able to stand before Ivanka swung a lusty roundhouse right into the brunette’s jaw, breaking it! Alexandria topped onto her back, moaning in pain.
Finally, Ivanka started herself over the prone brunette and applied the piece de resistance, the breast smother. She wrapped both her arms around Alexandria’s head and lifted it up into her big tots, quickly eclipsing all light from the brunette’s yes. After the week of torture, after multiple concussions. After the rope choke and the figure four, Alexandria was little more than jelly now. Her hands weakly and pathetically pushed against Ivanka’s hips but could not get any separation between herself and her rival. Ivanka just kept feeding her tit, over and over, not letting the brunette get even the slightest bit of oxygen.
“Suck on those tits loser, I know you can’t get enough of them,” taunted the blonde. T
The effect was inevitable and Alexandria’s succumbed, slipping into darkness. The ref checked her arm but there was no sign of life. Alexandria’s was knocked the fuck out!
Finally after another minute or so, Ivanka languidly peeled her breasts off Alexandria’s face, allowing her head to thump onto the canvas unceremoniously. A triumphant Ivanka then signaled to her crew to bring her a camera. She took numerous selfies of herself posing over the defeated Alexandria, applying submission holds on her and displaying her knocked out form. She particularly enjoyed grabbing Alexandria by her long brown hair and showing off the drool-stained face of her defeated enemy to the crowd.
“Thank you SOOOOOO much for this rematch, tough girl. Guess this shows once and for all who’s better. I really had fun showing everyone how much you’re my bitch!” said Ivanka, planting a big kiss on the unconscious Alexandria’s cheek.
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FLASHBACK 2004 - Alyson Hann.igan vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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Perhaps the one person who was more excited about Michelle Trachtenberg’s birthday, other than Michelle herself, was her fellow Buffy alumni, Alyson Hann.igan. The newly-turned eighteen year old had become somewhat of a hellion on the set of Buffy during the last season, something which had miraculously avoided becoming the talk of the press even years after the show had left the airwaves. Alyson had a smirk across her face as she made her way towards the ring a few months following Michelle’s special day, having waited oh-so-patiently for the brunette upstart to finally come of age; she was going to teach her younger woman a lesson in humility that neither actress would soon forget. At least, that was the plan...
Instead, it was now Alyson’s grimacing face that was pressed further against the mat, as the youthful brunette straddled her redheaded adversary as Alyson soon realised she had been hustled. She had wanted to be the first woman to confront and beat the future brunette firebrand; Alyson had assumed the young woman had been nothing more than a all-talk, no-bite braggart, but her presumptions would soon spell her destruction. For the first half of their confrontation, Hann.igan had been conducting the tempo of the fight. Leaning backwards on the palm of her hands, the redheaded beauty had eventually managed to lock her ankles around Michelle’s slender neck. The muscles in Alyson’s deeply-toned thighs had soon become apparent as she managed to pull the inexperienced - or so she thought - brunette to the floor as Michelle’s forehead rebounded off the carpet.
Dazed from the blow, Trachtenberg could only watch as Alyson then fell onto Michelle’s back, cupping her hands beneath her opponent’s head, dug her taut ass against the small of Michelle’s back and pulled. Michelle groaned as her head was pulled upwards at an ungodly angle, eyes fluttering towards the ceiling lights as her body was unnaturally bent into a C-like curvature. Her lovely breasts continuously threatened to pop out of the tight black tank-top she had worn as her once-modest cleavage grew more noticeable by the second - much to the audience’s satisfaction. She wanted to hike up her top to save herself from the inevitable nip slip she knew would come, but Alyson had the brunette’s arms completely locked down. Michelle shrieked like a banshee as she bucked wildly against the devastating camel clutch, only able to yank one arm free of her imposed contortion after enduring almost five minutes of pure misery.
After delivering an elbow to the redhead’s own chin, the fuming Trachtenberg managed to regain a vertical stance as she fixed a narrow-eyed glare on her tormentor. It was from that moment on that Alyson began to rethink her earlier bravado. And soon...
"AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" the redheaded beauty gritted her teeth sharply as she felt her proud abs beginning to falter. Despite the pain-racked expression evident on Hann.igan’s face, she refused to gift Michelle’s ears with an actual scream.
“You know what’s great about having taken ballet classes?” Michelle asked with a faux smile upon her face as her slender thighs closed in like a boa constrictor around Alyson’s poor midsection, “It makes squeezing short bitches like you an absolute breeze.” She powered down harder, her powerful lower body grinding Alyson’s agonized frame back and forth as the redhead was repeatedly jackknifed by every wicked pulse.
Hann.igan was panting heavily by now, her red locks matted to her forehead as her hands strove desperately to pry apart her tormentor’s unrelenting limbs. Finding her efforts to budge Michelle’s gams proving completely ineffective, Alyson’s head snapped upwards to offer the brunette a venomous glare as she spat at the younger woman,
“You stupid little whore… get the hell off me right now... or next time I’ll show you how hard... a real woman’s legs can squeeze,” Alyson growled. Trachtenberg bore down even harder in response, indifferent to the threat she posed to Hann.igan’s body as the redhead’s screams echoed throughout the small penthouse.
“You really should act more… politely, considering the position that you’re in,” Michelle emphasized the slight pause of words with another pulse of her thighs, before unlocking her limbs from around Alyson’s waist and climbing to her feet. The wheezing redhead’s breasts heaved up and down as Hann.igan massaged her throbbing rib cage, fearful that a bone had been misaligned by the crushing power of Michelle’s legs. Meanwhile, Michelle ran a hand down her smooth thighs as she marveled in her latest conquest, but knew that her work was not quite finished. She knelt downwards and grabbed a fistful of Alyson’s hair, yanking the blonde’s head forward until her defiant eyes met Michelle’s own as she continued to breathe heavily, “If I wanted to do so, I could crush you like a fucking bug and I wouldn’t even break a sweat. So I'll settle for breaking your winning streak instead."
Red-faced and red hair both lined with sweat, Alyson screamed, demanded, swore, pleaded and did just about anything she could as Michelle's python-like thighs agonizingly squeezed every last drop of breath from her. With one final pulse of her killer thighs, Alyson's midsection was compressed harder than ever as her body trembled from the incredible power. After half a minute of writhing in pain between the youthful brunette's sleek thighs, Alyson at last passed out as her head slumped against Michelle's chest, involuntarily drooling against her conqueror’s breasts. Michelle released her hold as she stood up, and rested her foot on top of her beaten opponent as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead.
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FLASHBACK 2002: Beverley Mitchell vs Lacey Chabert
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It had been touted as a "Battle of Signature Moves", but thus far Beverley had been able to thwart every attempt by Lacey to execute one of her devastating suplexes, while Chabert had blocked every effort from Mitchell to land one of her stunning tomahawk chops. However, as the grueling struggle wore on, it became inevitable that one diminutive beauty would manage to penetrate the defenses of the other. And so it was when at last Beverley connected with a pair of tomahawks flush to Lacey's forehead, the side of her hand striking with hammer blows. Chabert managed to stay upright, but the glaze that came over her eyes made it obvious she was momentarily stunned.
To deliver her third...and, she expected, match-ending...chop, Beverley climbed up on a nearby sofa and carefully balanced herself on the armrest. She then leapt into the air and came down at her target, her tomahawk strike connecting squarely upon Chabert's forehead. Astonishingly, Lacey did not collapse to the floor, but she reeled about on trembling legs, struggling to remain conscious.
Beverley's face twisted into an unhappy scowl as her most vaunted move had thus far failed to earn her the victory. But then a sly smile came upon her lips and a twinkle lit up her eyes. Stepping up to the still-staggered Chabert, Mitchell purred, "Anything you can do, I can do better"
And the blonde then proceeded to demonstrate just that; wrapping her arms around her rival, she pulled their glistening bikini-clad bodies close, their torsos pressed tight together. Then with a grunt, Beverley hoisted Lacey up and flipped her over, executing a textbook belly-to-belly suplex, humiliating Chabert by hitting her with her own favorite finisher. Taking the full brunt of the impact as she hit the floor, the brunette's body puddled to liquid as she lay there softly moaning, her heavily-lidded eyes betraying no comprehension. Unable or unwilling to suppress her smile of supreme self-satisfaction, Beverley stood up and planted a foot on the heaving chest of her devastated opponent and claimed her hard-earned victory with a flex of her arms.
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Dakota Blue Richards VS Ariel Winter
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Part 1 (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg573674#msg573674)
Dakota Blue Richards leaned back before slamming her huge assets directly against those of Ariel Winter, forcing the brunette against the wall as Dakota’s tits forced Ariel’s inward. Dakota followed through with an onslaught of tit slams, swinging her boobs left and right as they smacked Winter’s rack around like two large speed balls. Turns out Ariel had some things to say between rehearsals of a new movie in which both girls were starring. Ariel had joked that the Brit’s tits ought to receive separate billing for how much they helped her get this role. Well, that threw Dakota right over the edge. So when Ariel went back to her dressing room to shower between takes, Dakota had snuck in from behind... guns a-blazing, so to speak.
“Ugh! That’s enough, bitch!” Ariel grunted. She arched her back out as she thrust out her bra-clad jugs, which collided with Dakota’s bigger chest just as the blonde went for another slam. A loud smack echoed through the dressing room as Dakota shrieked, knocked back from the surprising power of Ariel’s ample breasts. Dakota didn’t fall over though, surprisingly. She kept her balance despite being sent tumbling a step or two.
“You downgraded your tits because you didn’t like all the attention they brought, but now they’re in the public eye more than ever! If you were going to flaunt them so much, you should have kept them as F cups instead of these puny little things,” Dakota taunted as she flicked Ariel’s left tit with her fingers, before thrusting her larger boobs back into the brunette’s as Ariel moaned aloud, “Now you’re gonna learn what happens when little girls like you try to pick a fight with a more endowed woman like me!”
Ariel tried to arch her back out as well, but with Dakota’s larger, heavier bust pressing against her own, the American girl was effectively pinned. To complicate matters worse, Dakota scooped up Ariel’s arms and slammed them over top the 21 year old’s head, holding them against the wall. Both girl’s were breathing heavily as their sizable cleavages were lined with sweat, Ariel’s much more apparent as her big tits heaved up and down while she struggled to free herself from Dakota’s strong grip.
“What’s the matter, Miss Big Tits? These double Ds too much for ya to handle?” Dakota laughed in her haughty English accent as she pushed her breasts harder against Ariel’s, threatening to engulf Ariel’s proud jugs with her own. In one fluid motion, she then abandoned Ariel’s arms and scooped the girl up into a grueling bearhug, continuing to crush Ariel’s tits with her own as she swung the brunette around and down to the floor. Dakota landed on top of Ariel, her huge DDs slamming directly on top of Ariel’s outmatched Ds like two wrecking balls as Ariel nearly screamed.
“Ughhhhhhhh, you’re crushing my fucking tits!” Ariel pleaded as Dakota pressed her advantage harder against Ariel’s chest, while her one hand once again held Ariel’s arms behind her head.
“Never thought you’d be the one saying that, huh, Ariel?” Dakota laughed. She used her free hand to unclasp her bra, which Ariel noticed was struggling to contain Dakota’s endowments. The blonde threw her bra to the floor beside the two, exposing her massive breasts in all their splendor. They looked even bigger without the bra on, Ariel thought to herself as she blushed, “Oh, you like these?” Dakota grinned as she cupped one of her huge tits, bending down until they were just inches from Ariel’s doe-eyed face, “They aren’t as big as yours were before the reduction, but it looks like I’m the bustier one between us now, love. Hey, since you can’t handle me tit to tit, let’s see who has the best breast smother!”
Before Ariel could protest, Dakota grabbed Ariel by the back of the head and pressed her massive boobs against Ariel’s face. MMMMMFFFFFFFFF!! Ariel moaned as she stomped her feet in protest. Dakota’s breasts covered the girl’s entire mouth and nose easily. Looking down, Dakota could see Ariel’s eyelids struggling to remain open as the brunette thrashed for air, but the Brit’s smother was proving to be incredibly effective.
Dakota continued her smother, switching to using just one of her huge tits to increase the humiliation. As Ariel tried to scream, Dakota stuffed her giant boob into the younger girl's mouth and forced her to suck it, but it was way too big for Ariel to handle. “How ya liking my tit, huh, Ariel? You’re gonna have to open wider than that, love!” Dakota yelled as her laughter filled Ariel’s ears.
Ariel's scream was muffled by the huge boob in her mouth as Dakota’s single tit robbed her of air. Eventually, the brunette’s body began to convulse as she was nearing unconsciousness, yet Dakota absolutely refused to relent. Ariel continued to buck wildly in panic beneath her buxom foe, but she lacked the strength necessary to throw the blonde off. Soon enough, Ariel stopped moving entirely as she slipped into dream land. Dakota stood up after pressing her tit harder into Ariel’s face, just to make sure the brunette was indeed out like a light. Dakota stands up and plants a foot atop Ariel's conquered bosom, and strikes a pose as dozens of cameras flashes engulf her. She looked into one of the cameras pointed her way and cups her breasts with both hands, inaudibly challenging anyone else to give them a better challenge.
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NicoleS you're the MVP of this thread
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Melissa Debling vs Kaley Cuoco
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When busty British bombshell Melissa made the jump across the Atlantic, it was with the stated goal of fighting and defeating one woman, Kaley. The American blonde accepted the challenge without hesitation, confident her skill and experience would prove too much for the English battler.
Such confidence on the part of both women may have been premature, but it was not unwarranted, as the two blondes battles to a veritable stalemate, their lush bodies glistening with sweat as they grunted and grappled the length and breadth of the mansion's spacious living room. At this moment, those bodies strained as they struggled in a test of strength, arms trembling as each was determined to drive the other to her knees.
The moments ticked by as they remained locked in this impasse, neither able to overcome the other. But what unnoticed by all...most of all Cuoco...was that her rival was slowly sliding her right foot forward. Finally, Debling managed to get the ball of her foot over her opponent's toes, and she pressed down as hard as she could. The sudden sharp pain to her toes caused Kaley to shriek, and with her focus momentarily shattered, she was too slow to offer resistance as Melissa was able to twist her hands back, forcing the American girl to sink to her knees. This was bad enough, but the smug smirk on Debling's face was all the more infuriating for Cuoco, who cursed under her breath for being outwitted this way.
The Brit was more than adept enough at combat strategy to know that her adversary's mind was fervently racing through means of turning the tide, and she wasn't about to give the Yank the opportunity to try any of them. With a lightning-fast motion, she drove her right knee up, smashing it into the chin of Kaley, whose head snapped back with a grunted gasp, and the glaze that came over her eyes made it plain she was in a state of daze.
Still holding her opponent's hands and keeping her on her knees, Debling now began to throw short kicks into Kaley's 34C's. "Are those what pass for impressive here in the States? Pathetic," she taunted, malice dripping from every deceptively honeyed tone. With each blow, Cuoco gave a sharp gasp of pain, her reserves of strength dwindling rapidly under the assault.
Now the Brit released her rival's hands and with a shove of her foot to the chest pushed Kaley onto her back. Straddling the American's stomach as she sits down, Melissa peels off her bikini top, revealing her 32FF's in all of their glory. "Here now luv, let me show you what impressive is" she says as she leans forward, pressing Couco's arms to the floor as her breasts envelope the embattled blonde's face, burying it deep within the sweaty, satiny prison. Kaley's muffled cries of panic and protest avail her naught, nor do her frantic squirmings beneath her oppressor. Soon enough, Cuoco goes silent and her body grows limp. Debling lifts her chest up just enough for her breasts to dangle over the face of her victim, and she tauntingly slaps the sides of the American's cheeks with them.
Confident of triumph, Melissa strips off Kaley's own halter top, revealing her bosom, which is already purpling with bruises from the battering they took. Standing up, she holds the captured garment up over her head as a trophy of war and she stomps her foot down maliciously of Cuoco's orbs and strikes her victory pose, the British invader having conquered America's sweetheart.
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Michelle Rodriguez vs Mackenzie Davis: Taped Fist, Jeans and Tanktop Boxing Match
Michelle advanced upon Mackenzie. The brunette was exhausted but she knew the blonde was on her last legs. The barefoot, taped fist bout between the two had been going on for close to an hour. Though Mackenzie was in great shape after training for her role in “Terminator’ Dark Victory” she had never been in a fight that last this long, whereas Michelle was an experienced fighter,
Although Mackenzie had been dominant at first, gradually Michelle had started asserting more and more control, tagging the blonde with straight rights and lefts, stunning jabs and the occasional jarring uppercut. Michelle also interspersed these blows with some dirty tactics, knees and open hand slaps to Mackenzie’s cxnt mostly. Mackenzie tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head, when Michelle sent another stinging blow into her left jaw.
“Ungghhh! Mackenze gasped, as a stream of blood shot from her mouth. She put her hands up to try and fend of Michelle but the brunette quickly fired a right cross and another left, wobbling the blonde’s legs.
Michelle, quickly wrapped one arm around the blonde’s hips pulling her in close. Michelle then started firing punch after punch into Mackenzie’s tummy. She was able to stare directly into Mackenzie’s face as never new punch speared the blonde’s solar plexus. Mackenzie eyebrows arched in pain. Her eyes were in shock, like she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. The hardhearted Michelle did not relent though. She kept laying in more and more punches, slow, methodical, heavy blows that softened up Mackenzie’s toned abs.
Finally, the blonde pooled onto her knees, her forehead on the mat, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. She rocked back and forth in pain, moaning. A pleased Michelle let the blonde just squirm in pain for a few minutes before she lifted Mackenzie’s face up and rocketing a killer uppercut right on the button.
The devastating blow laid out Mackenzie, she spilled onto her back, her arms flayed open. Her face was heavily bruised, a trial of blood dribbling out of the corner of her mouth and pooling onto the mat below.
A very tired Michelle stretched herself over the prone Mackenzie. The brunette lifted the blonde’s head up with a handful of hair, rag-dolling her. Mackenzie’s eyes were still open but not registering anything anymore. It was questionable whether she where she was. She might not even know her own name at this point, so relentlessly had Michelle beaten her up.
‘Fuckin’ puta,” said Michelle, before spitting in her face.
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Margaret Qualley vs Dakota Fanning: Endgame
Margaret’s head went swiveling, her long brown hair flying, as Dakota’s sharp little fist exploded into her jaw. The brunette’s long legs went wobbly as the blow sapped them of strength. A look of surprise was on her face, as if she was trying to figure out where she was or what had just happened to her.
“BAM!” another fist rocked her.
“BAM!” Another.
Dakota smiled. She saw that Margaret was going out and started carefully measuring her shots now for maximum effect.
“No,” Margaret mumbled faintly.
“YES!” Dakota hissed, before smashing another blow into Margaret’s jaw.
The latest blow sent Margaret reeling back into the ropes. Dakota quickly took advantage of the opportunity and tied up Margaret’s arms between the middle and top ropes. Margaret was truly trapped now and Dakota went to town.
She smashed Margaret in the face with her heaviest punch.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
Margaret slumped down onto her knees but her tied-up arms kept her in place and unable to escape the rain of blows. Dakota just kept teeing off on her. She was getting hot as her first kept blowing into Margaret’s pretty face. Soon enough both of Margaret’s eyes were darkened. A combination of blood and drool trickled out of her mouth.
The hardhearted Dakota grabbed Margaret by a handful of hair and lifted up her head. The brunette’s mouth hung open. Her eyebrows were arched, her eyes shut.
Dakota was panting with the exertion of all the punches she had fired but she was so pleased with the damage she had inflicted on her arch rival.
Things were reaching a climax now.
Dakota removed the fingerless leather gloves that Margaret had worn for the fight and slipped them onto her own hands. “You won’t need these anymore” she said cruelly. Her firsts were red and swollen from the beating she had inflicted on Margaret and needed the extra protection.
“Time’s up Margaret. We’ve gone back and forth for years but Im through playing with you now. It’s over between us. I’m the winner. And you’re a loser. I own you. You’ve always been a loser. Any victories you ever scored over me were flukes. This just proves it.”
Any opportunity for Margaret to object to this trash talking was quickly snuffed.
CRACK! A right cross exploded into Margaret’s jaw.
“CRACK!” a left.
“CRACK!” a right .
A thoroughly dazed Margaret could do nothing now. She was barely aware of where she was. All she could feel was the sharp blows in her jaw every time that Dakota tagged her and then the ringing that shook her skull afterwards.
“CRACK!” a left.
“CRACK! A right.
Every blow sent Margaret’s hair flying as her head was rocked.
“CRACK! A right.
“CRACK! A right.
“CRACK! A right.
“CRACK! A right.
“CRACK! A right.
Finally Margaret’s jaw was broken! She gurgled as a long line of bloody drool dripped from her mouth onto her breasts. Her head dropped completely, her long hair covering her face. Her beautiful long legs were tucked underneath her, offering no support.
“Finally. FINALLLY!” shouted a triumphant, gleeful Dakota.
Dakota once again grabbed Margaret by the hair and lifted up her head, displaying her beaten and bruised face to the crow.
Dakota then posed for a long series of photographs, showing off her prize to the crowd. She then whipped out a stick of lipstick and wrote on Margaret’s head: LOSER and DAKOTA’S BITCH on her tummy.
Finally, she untangled Margaret’s arms from the ropes and let her enemy pool bonelessley onto the mat
Despite all the trash talking and posing, Dakota was traumatized by memories of the times she had lost fights to Margaret. In particular she was haunted by the many times she had been trapped by Margaret’s long dancer’s legs in suffocating figure four headscissors. She membered the panicky feeling that would overcome her as the blood flow was cut to her brain and darkness overwhelmed her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought back on these bitter losses.
But that was all over now…
Dakota straddled Margaret’s hips, and pulled back her arm, cocking her fist. A totally knocked out Margaret could do nothing to defend herself. She had made a serious mistake taking this match. At the end of the day, she couldn’t match the killer instinct of the blonde. The brunette’s beating wasn’t quite over yet though, and Dakota’s ultimate triumph still awaited…
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Beautiful story
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Beautiful story
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She lay flat on her back wondering how she had gotten here. The two women were stunningly similar. Nearly the same height, similar body type, unusual names,etc. Their career paths rarely crossed, but they had fought many times with Charlize undefeated against Saffron, each performance more dominant than the last.
She was surprised, but ultimately confident, when the challenge for a sexfight came from the brunette. A sexfight win over a sultry lesbian with a great body would be yet another feather in her hat. What had happened was unfathomable to the small crowd gathered for the penthouse condo event. The brunette had dominated from the outset.
That led to the current moment. Charlize was flat on her back. Their lips were melded together, tongues dancing and darting between. Four small, pert breasts were joined at the nipple, swelling slightly between the two bodies. Abs rippled against abs. Their thighs bulged against each other as the brunette's calves were wrapped in a lightly held grapevine against the blonde's. Most importantly in the moment, their meaty flowers were suctioned together as their love buds dueled in clitoral combat.
"Ohhhhhh!!!!!"
A moan and a squeal was the signal to all that the event was over. Charlize's body convulsed in orgasmic bliss as her conqueror rode her through the climax with practiced expertise.
"Your turn."
The command was simple and obeyed without hesitation. The blonde located the offending pussy just above her face and went to work bringing the other woman to orgasm as a reward for her stellar, one-sided victory. Charlize Theron would still be the queen of the long and lean sexpots to the public at large, but at least a few of the Hollywood elite would know that Saffron Burrows had owned her with ease.
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Emma Watson vs Maisie Williams – A classic revenge tale
The story takes place in 2015.
Emma Watson
Age: 25
Height: 1.65m (5’5”)
Weight: 53Kg (117 lbs)
Maisie Williams:
Age: 18
Weight: 51kg (112 lbs)
Height: 1.55m (5’1”)
Emma entered the ring confidently in a white spots bra and black yoga pants glancing at Maisie who has wearing a black bandeau bra and panties. Emma wanted a real opponent and was annoyed that an “amateur” such as Maisie was being matched up against her.
“It’s time to teach you some class” Emma exhaled...
And it was the last thing she said for the night. The match didn’t go in Emma’s favour and she didn’t get to show of any of her so called “skills” as Maisie decimated her at will. The shorter girl ducked under and dodges most of Emma’s punches, responding with clean belly strikes, then following with kicks to her hips, colouring the girls mid-section black and blue for four rounds in a row.
When she was done and Emma was limping and dragging herself around the ring, Maisie was ready to draw some blood. A few more strikes to Emma’s belly were enough to drive her to ropes and Maisie begun with a left-right jabbing series all over Emma’s face only to be stopped by the bell a minute into the beating, leaving her opponent with a bloody lip, nose and a small gash on her cheek.
Going into round 5 Emma was barely on her feet, she took her time getting of the stool while Maisie was jumping around and stretching. A full 90 seconds go by with Maisie jabbing, circling around Emma, flanking and combining punches and kicks. Emma either very late to react or completely unresponsive making Maisie free to strike wherever she wants. Back to the ropes is, Maisie continues jabbing upstairs and down, now using her knees to leave a few more bruises around Emma’s midsection, going back upstairs with hooks and crosses. Another minute passes with Maisie mercilessly beating her opponent.
The referee has seen enough, moves in an stops the fight declaring Maisie a clear winner.
Watson not so big on words after the fight, refusing to talk to the press and limping back to her locker room.
This is my first contribution to the site, hope I'm doing it right.
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Great story, you did it!. Fine, many thanks.
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This is my first contribution to the site, hope I'm doing it right.
Welcome to the group, Alicia! We're all looking forward to more great stories from you. :)
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Kaley Cuoco vs Ashley Tisdale
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Within the elite celebrity catfighting circle exists an even more elite sub-clique: the CBS group. Founded in the early 1950s, it restricts its combatants to actresses who appear in CBS television series (or those of the network's subsidiaries, the CW and Showtime). Matches are held in a private floor in the network's New York City skyscraper headquarters, known as the 'Black Rock'.
For 12 years, the preeminent combatant in this group was the undisputed darling of the network, Kaley Cuoco. And although her series, The Big Bang Theory, had at last gone off the air, such is the admiration for Kaley that she was given the unique honor of being a 'CBS Emeritus'...meaning that she can continue to wrestle for them for as long as she wishes.
That fact doesn't sit well with certain other actresses, who feel that Cuoco has seized the spotlight for far too long. There's more than a trace of envy in this attitude, to be sure, but also a legitimate sense that Kaley's being shown a special privilege that no other woman had enjoyed before. But for one CBS newcomer, she couldn't be happier that Kaley was still around.
Ashley Tisdale had been gravely disappointed to hear that TBBT was ending its long run on the air just before Tisdale's new show, Carol's Second Act, debuted on the network. So she was overjoyed when Cuoco received her emeritus status, and promptly made a challenge. Duly accepted, both blondes found themselves in Manhattan for the confrontation. Whisked up separately in a private elevator car denied to those who were not invited to tonight's confrontation, both beauties found a luxurious penthouse sumptuously decorated, with private dressing rooms for both of them, and a large living room for them to do battle.
Kaley had heard of Ashley's determination to usurp her in the network's catfight hierarchy, of course, and as the two emerged into the room garbed in their bikinis to battle, the veteran gave a condescending smile and said, "I heard you want to be the Queen. Well, you can be my throne instead." Tisdale merely smiled back in her most supercilious way and purred, "Wait and see."
If those in attendance thought that Ashley's words were just cocky bravado, they were very quickly taught otherwise...as was Kaley, who wasn't expecting her fellow blonde to be such a hellion! To the onlookers, it seemed to be a battle of equals as the two fought to a veritable stalemate for ten...fifteen...twenty minutes. "I always knew you were a pathetic joke," Ashley grunted as they struggled. "And tonight I've going to prove it!" For Kaley it was much more distressing, as she knew she was giving it her all, and only just achieving a standstill. She knew that if she couldn't put Tisdale away soon, she would be too exhausted to continue fighting. In desperation she throws a haymaker punch, hoping to send Ashley sprawling to the floor.
However, Tisdale deftly ducks under the blow as Cuoco's fists hits nothing but empty air. Driving her shoulder into her adversary's belly and wrapping her arms around Kaley's waist, Ashley with a grunt lifts her rival up, onto to slam her onto her back a moment later, the impact knocking the air from the victim's lungs. Kaley lay there moaning, eyes glassy and half-lidded, as Ashley went for her coup de grâce: Standing over her opponent's body, Tisdale turned around until she was facing Kaley's legs. She then sat down hard, her butt slamming down upon Cuoco's 34C's, knocking what scant air she still had from her searing lungs. Ashley then wriggled her hips and slid her body backward until her derrière settled down snugly over Kaley's sweat-soaked face. Cuoco's body squirms, her hands slapping at the thighs of her oppressor, but she is far too spent to effect any sort of escape. A self-satisfied smile upon her face, Ashley grinds her hips to further taunt her victim. Soon enough, Cuoco's lush body ceases to move altogether.
Victorious, Ashley rises up off her conquered rival's body. Standing over Cuoco, Tisdale stomps a foot upon her heaving chest and presses it down; looking at the network executives who gaze in worshipfulness at her, the triumphant blonde declares, "All hail your new Queen of CBS!"
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Winter and Breslin
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Eve and Atwell
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The Brits had worked well as a team from the start. They took the challenge of the two younger Americans, accepting their rules of a tornado tag with all four women competing nude simultaneously and agreeing that the match could only end with a member of the losers knocked out with a breast smother. The blondes and the brunettes faced off to start, the younger women challenging their older opponents to go tit-to-tit. Alice grinned as her breasts easily overwhelmed Abigail's, while Haley could hide the concern on her face as Ariel's jugs punched into hers slightly.
Ariel yelled switch, and the opposing pairs met with nearly identical results. The young blonde was clearly the least firm in the ring while the young brunette seemed to have a slight, but definite advantage. Ariel again tried to control things, going for a bearhug on the taller blonde, only to catch a knee to the crotch. Being quickly disposed of, the London team began picking apart who they considered the weaker link, pummeling Breslin all over the ring. Seeing their other adversary making her way back into the ring, Atwell grabbed the American screamer and launched her head first into the post, the starlet essentially knocked out on the floor.
Seeing their chance, the two 37 year olds attacked Ms. Winter's famous globes with fury, fists and claws beating the flesh bloody and raw. Leaving their shorter foe leaned up against the turnbuckle, the British women cupped and displayed their breasts as they paraded around the ring soaking in the adoration of the audience on hand. Hayley set the mood with a shout, "Time for miss piggy to see the famous London Fog!" The crowd roared, anticipating the finishing maneuver that Alice and Hayley had been promising since the match had been set.
They pulled Ariel to the middle of the ring, Hayley in front of her and Alice behind. Hayley lined her tits up with the face of her shorter foe, moving into a bit of a standing tit smother. Instead of wrapping her arms around the back of the youngster's head, she placed them on the shoulders of her teammate. At that, Alice moved forward, her tits coming around the back of Ariel's head and locking up at the nipples with her teammate, and wrapped her arms around Hayley's back, creating a 4 tit vacuum seal around the head of the younger fighter. To everyone's enjoyment, as the younger, shorter fighter struggled to breathe, the two Brits sealed it with a kiss, their tongues dancing from mouth to mouth, until finally they could no longer hold up their opponent and allowed Ariel to crash to the mat unconscious.
As the bell rang, signifying their victory, the brunette whispered smilingly to her blonde partner, "Her tits were really doing a number on yours while mine stood up to them just fine." Alice kept her smile, not daring to show her irritation, but thought to herself that Hayley may need her tits straightened out soon if she didn't watch it.
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great job with another Kaley match. Is it just me or does it seem that Kaley, who in my opinion never really proved herself against anyone except some occasional matches with Kat, as that great of a fighter as of late. She seems to be heading towards "jobber" status at this point. Just look at the past couple of matches, it is tough with matches going away when people drop off, but a quick scan seems to show her better days are behind her. Or am I missing something?
You may be on to something there, Maxx. I myself have no grand plan for Kaley...when I use her, I let my muse tell me which way the match should go. So perhaps she's past her peak and heading toward jobberdom...or maybe she'll be reinvigorated and claw her way back up to the top. I guess only time will tell. ;)
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Flashback 1979: The Landers Sisters (Audrey & Judy) vs Pink Lady (Mie & Kei)
HWA Tag Team Championship Match
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It was as the match neared the 30 minute mark that it began to spiral out of control. The high flying style of visiting Japanese superstars Mie Nemoto and Kei Masuda had proved vexing to Audrey and Judy Landers, who found themselves relying more and more upon rougher tactics as the match progressed. Of course, as they swiftly learned, the deceptively sweet looking Asian girls were more than happy to resort to dirty tricks to fight fire with fire.
Things were chaotic both in and out of the ring now; at ringside, Judy and Mie were trading judo chops, both staggered by the chest-thumping blows. In the ring itself were the two legal contestants of the moment, Audrey and Kei. Audrey has just hoisted her opponent up for a body slam, but Masuda managed to wriggle free and slip down the American's back. Momentarily confused, Audrey pauses just a few heartbeats before whirling around to face her foe...but that was all the time Kei needed to reach into a hidden pocket in the cleavage of her ring suit, pull out a small plastic bag, and hurl the contents...salt...into the blonde's face. The referee doesn't see the illegal act, but the sudden shriek from Landers, followed by her staggering backwards, knuckles furiously rubbing her eyes to clear them, indicates her evident distress.
Wasting no time, the Japanese battler scales up the turnbuckles of the nearest corner, perches precariously upon the top ropes, and then flings herself into the air, delivering a cross body splash that flattens Audrey to the canvas. In a blur of motion, Kei hooks a leg...and grabs a handful of the blonde's tights just to make certain she doesn't kick out...and the referee drops to his knees to start the three count. From ringside Judy sees what is transpiring and dives under the bottom rope to save her sister, but suddenly finds her forward motion halted and then reversed as Mie grabs her around the thighs and drags her back out of the ring.
And three seconds later, the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance has new tag team champions!
As Pink Lady strut around the ring holding aloft their newly-won leather and gold, Judy climbs into the ring to help her sister up, and both of them get in the face of the ref, furiously contesting their loss. Suddenly their battle senses flare and they whirl around...but only to be met by Mie and Kei slamming the belts down across their foreheads. The blondes are left splayed across the mat, blood staining their golden hair and trickling down their faces, and have to be carried out of the ring on stretchers, and the new Champs bask in the boos and jeers of the fans.
Flashback 2000: Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Rachel Bilson
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"How 'bout it, Rachel?" the referee asked. The brunette's only response was a loud moan of pain and a gutteral, "PH-PHUUUUCCCCKKKK NOOOOOO!" Bilson had found herself in the one place she didn't want to be...snared in Sarah's figure four.
For Gellar, this match was personal. Rachel had been a holy terror of late in the HWA, most recently using every illegal trick she could think of to not merely beat Sarah's tag partner, Alyson Hannlgan, but to sideline the redhead for at least a month with injured ribs. Rachel made it plain she was setting her sights next on SMG, and the blonde welcomed the challenge. She was going to put a stop of Bilson's reign of terror, and teach her a much-deserved lesson.
Of course, that was easier said than done. Their match had been more or less a stalemate as the two beauties saw control shift back and forth between them. But now Sarah had her most devastating finisher locked on, and it would only be a matter of time before her victim submitted. Maybe the blonde would release her, or maybe she would keep the hold locked on until the brunette passed out from the pain...SMG decided to see how she felt when the moment came.
But instead of giving in to the blinding agony that tortured her shapely leg, Rachel's fighting spirit demanded that she make one last, desperate attempt to escape. With a sudden twist of her body, she struggled to roll over to her side, and to take her tormentor over with her. Not expecting this, Sarah hadn't properly braced herself with her arms, so she found herself being turned over onto her hip. She struggled with all of her might to return the pair to their backs, and for a long moment they remained frozen in place.
But then with a roar, Bilson managed to turn the two of them over onto their stomachs. Their legs were still entwined, but now by the laws of physics, all of the pressure was reversed, and it was Gellar who was suffering! Her own hands tugging at her flaxen mane to try and block out the pain to her leg, Sarah let out sharp squeals of pain, her body thrashing as she tried to pull herself free. But now that she was in command, Rachel wasn't about to relinquish it. Pressing her hands to the mat, she pushes her upper body up, adding to the pressure torquing the blonde's entrapped gam, and causing SMG to shriek all the louder.
Her legion of fans begin chanting "DON'T TAP! DON'T TAP! DON'T TAP!", but although her magnificent spirit is willing to endure the anguish, her flesh is too weak to continue, and suddenly she begins to frantically pound the canvas with her open right hand, sobbing, "I GIVE! ENOUGH! I GIVE UP!!!"
But the black-hearted brunette isn't quite so ready to put an end to her fun. She continues to pour on the pressure, until finally the referee threatens her with reversing the decision if she doesn't stop. Giving an exaggerated schoolgirl's pout, Rachel reluctantly frees her victim, and Sarah rolls back and forth on the canvas, clutching her throbbing knee as tears streak down her face. She would be joining her tag partner on the injured list for the next few weeks, but at least the time off would give both Sarah and Aly ample opportunity to plot their revenge on Bilson.
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Margot Robbie vs Eliza Dushku
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They are a tangle of limbs as they thrash as one upon the penthouse floor, their sweat-soaked skin marred by scratches, their only sounds the grunts of effort, groans of pain, and gasps for breath. There seems to rhyme nor reason to their movements, appearing for all the world like a single eight-limbed beast trying to destroy itself.
But then, so suddenly that none of the onlookers whose gaze have riveted upon the contest were quite certain how, the blonde managed to roll the brunette onto her stomach and was mounting her back. Frantic to avoid being trapped beneath her opponent, Eliza pushed herself up to her hands and knees, with Margot sitting on her back like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. Doubtless in another instant the brunette would rear up, intent on throwing her rival off. But before she could do so, Robbie planted her feet to the floor, lifted herself up, and then dropped back down, slamming her butt onto the small of Dushku's back. Her arms and legs flying out beneath her, Eliza grunted heavily as she was flattened to the carpeted floor.
In a blur of motion, Margot flattened her body down upon her adversary's using her feet to grapevine wide the brunette's legs, denying her leverage. The blonde then snaked her left arm across Dushku's throat, securing a Rear Naked Choke. The brunette's eyes go wide with panic as her hands clutch ineffectually at the limb drawn tight across her windpipe. She gags for air, as the last dregs of power she still had left following this long and brutal brawl fade away. As her movements grow sluggish and her eyelids droop, Margot can't suppress a cruel smile as she taunts her opponent in her mocking Australian accent: "Not so tough after all, are you sweetcheeks?" Dushku's only response is a gurgle, and then her eyes shut and she goes limp.
Victorious, Margot releases her chokehold and stands up, planting a foot triumphantly on her beaten rival's rear end and flexing her arms as the spectators jump to their feet for a rousing ovation.
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Madison Iseman vs Yara Shahidi
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Yara let out a long moan as she stumbled away, eyes suddenly glazed. She had been dominating the fight almost from the very start, but then in a total fluke, Madison flailed her arms, and her elbow smashed into her opponent's right temple, severely stunning her. Madison didn't care if it was just sheer dumb luck on her part, she was determined to make the most of it. It had been humiliating to the blonde that her adversary had been so clearly out-wrestling her. Madison Iseman takes second to no woman, least of all this bronzed bitch!
She kept the pressure up on Shahidi, starting with a palm blow to the jaw that further rattled the raven-haired beauty's senses. Deciding to play with her rival as a cat does with a mouse, Madison stepped behind Yara and placed the heels of her palms to her victim's temples, then executed a skull crusher. Shahidi whined in pain as the pressure slowed the blood flow to her brain, and she slowly sank to her knees in a stupor. Beaming a smugly self-confident smile, Iseman released her hold and stepped over to her kneeling foe's side; she next snapped a kick, the ball of her foot smashing into the side of Yara's face. Then she unleashed another, and then a third, which was the one that sent the sepia-skinned battler sprawling to the floor in a daze.
Standing over her fallen opponent, hands on her hips, the blonde smirked and, raising her right leg, began to stomp her heel down on Yara's forehead. The pounding robbed the brunette of what scant awareness she had left, and she lay there groaning in semi-consciousness. "Let's go for the show-stopper finisher, dear" Madison cooed; she then executed an impressive leg splits, her body dropping down until her crotch settled down over the hapless Shahidi's face, executing a humiliating face sit knockout. It was a stunning example of how fate could turn the fortunes of war around in an instant. Madison didn't care if she lucked into this win...it was her triumph, and she reveled in it!
Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg: Three Sides to Every Story
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It was a classic Rashomon moment, with no two tellings of the tale quite matching the other.
First, Amanda's version: "I don't mean to sound vain, but I was brilliant that night. I was at my total peak physically and mentally. Trachtenberg never stood a chance! I dominated her right from the start, and made her my little bitch. I could have finished her off in a few minutes, but I let the match go on, because all of those wonderfully powerful people were there to see a fight, and I didn't want to disappoint them. But really, she was pathetic. I mean, she tried her best, but on her best day she's not even close to me on my worst. I was just laughing at her feeble attempts to fight back. She was blubbering like a little baby, her bottom lip pouting out as I humiliated her again and again. Finally I took pity on the dumb sow and decided to put her out of her misery. I locked my headscissors around her empty skull, and when I start to squeeze, believe me, nobody ever escapes! I can crack a coconut with these thighs. Anyway, she was screaming her submission, but I refused to accept it. She was just a few seconds away from passing out, when suddenly the ombudsman jumps in and declares the match a draw! What the fuck is that all about?!? I had her totally beat, and he had to save her ass! I know why...they've created the fiction that Trachtenberg is a great fighter, and my defeating her would shatter that myth. It's all a conspiracy to deny me my rightful glory! Well, they can't protect her forever, and someday...soon, I hope...I'll finish that bitch off once and for all!"
Next, Michelle was solicited for her take on the event: "I hate to say it, but Amanda is probably my toughest opponent. All of our fights are brutal. But she also makes me step up my game, and I think some of my best matches have been against her. Anyway, she was really good that night, but I was better. The only way she could get any advantage was to cheat. I came out of there with all kinds of scratches and bite marks from that mangy bitch! But I still out-wrestled her. I had a bunch of chances to end the match, but I knew just how I wanted to win, so I bided my time until I had the chance. Seyfried is always bragging around her legs and how powerful her scissors is. Well, she knows very well that my scissors is twice as lethal as hers, and she does whatever she can to avoid being caught between my thighs. But finally she couldn't escape, and I clamped my scissors around her head, locked my ankles, and from that moment on I knew it was just a matter of time before she either tapped out or passed out. I was hoping her pride wouldn't let her submit, because I would have loved to have KO'd her. Anyway, I could feel the eyes of all of the spectators riveted on me as I utterly destroyed her. But then all of a sudden, the ombudsman tells me to break the hold, because the match was a draw! I was so shocked I didn't respond, and he had to threaten me with suspension if I didn't let her go. Well, I may have been robbed of the official victory, but everyone who was there knows full well that I won that fight! Just as I'll beat Seyfried again the next time we meet, and every other time after that."
Perhaps the only person who could reconcile these two very diametrically opposite viewpoints is the most controversial member of this trio, the match's ombudsman: "I've been hosting celebrity catfights in my Laguna Beach home for years, and without a doubt the Trachtenberg/Seyfried matches have been among the most thrilling. I've never seen such two perfectly matched rivals. And they most definitely did not disappoint this time. When one would make some magnificent move, the other could counter brilliantly. It was like watching a catfighting seminar! But because they're so evenly matched, the fight was a veritable stalemate from the opening moments, with neither beauty able to hold control of the action for very long before her opponent turned the tide. They battled this way almost for a full hour, long past their limits of endurance, fueled I guess by the hatred they share for each other, and it was obvious to us all that the only way this was probably going to end was with one just passing out from sheer exhaustion. Anyway, I'm not quite sure how it happened, but they were grappling on the floor, rolling back and forth, just a tangle of arms and legs, and then suddenly they snared each other in headscissors simultaneously! Not to sound crass, but it was the most tantalizing '69' I've ever seen, as two sets of the most perfect legs in Hollywood locked down on each other. They were each whimpering in pain and growling in determination in equal measures, the muscles of their legs tight like steel cords, the sweat glistening off of their bodies. I'm sure every one of us in the audience held out breath in suspense, wondering who would emerge the winner from this incredible duel. And then it happened...they both gave out loud, languid sighs and their bodies suddenly went limp. They had knocked each other out at the same time! I had no choice but to declare the match a draw."
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Hayden Panettiere vs La Pantera
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The crowd's roar of approval grew to a deafening din as the masked maiden climbed up the turnbuckles. Reaching the top, she balanced herself with feline grace upon the top ropes. There she paused, a smile on her face as she turned her head to look at the thousands of cheering fans packed into the HWA Arena, by far the vast majority of them ecstatic that the luchadora is mere moments away from finishing off Hayden Panettiere, the most despised rulebreaker in the league. La Pantera was a newcomer to the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, hailing from 'parts unknown' in Mexico, her true identity a mystery to all...even the HWA's management. But in short order she shot up the ranks, and the match that the fans were clamoring for...her versus Hayden...was now seconds away from conclusion with a victory for the Latinx.
Below her on the canvas, Panettiere swayed on uncertain legs, her eyes glazed from the superkick that left her virtually out on her feet. La Pantera flung herself into the air to deliver her aerial bodysplash finisher on the hapless blonde. But while hapless she may be at the moment, Hayden was far from helpless. At the last instant she revealed that she was playing possum, and she dodged out of the way. What's more as she did so, she grabbed the arm of the nearby referee and pulled him into the line of fire, so it was the zebra that the luchadora splashed to the mat, leaving him splayed and semi-conscious. Horrified at what has happened, La Pantera climbs up off of the insensate official and seems uncertain what to do for several seconds. She then turns around...and is met by an eyepoke from the blonde that leaves the shrieking luchadora momentarily sightless.
That's all the time Hayden needs to execute a sitdown stunner, which leaves the masked lass dazed and mewling. Wasting no time, Panettiere drags her opponent by the ankles over to the ropes and rolls her under to the apron. She then hauls the still-stunned luchadora up to her feet and drapes her arms over the top rope that is against her back, leaving La Pantera facing out to the crowd. Slipping back into the ring, the blonde yanks the middle cable up, snapping it over her adversary's shoulders and trapping her arms between the strands. With the brunette now trapped, Panettiere wears a Cheshire smile as she starts to unlace the mask of her foe. "Noooooooo" the luchadora moans weakly, unable to prevent it.
In Mexican wrestling, there is no greater loss, and no more shameful humiliation, than for a luchadora to lose her mask. But in this instance, the blonde suspects there is something more. Too many of La Pantera's moves seemed familiar. She was no unknown rookie, Hayden was sure of that. And now she was going to prove it.
The television camera zoomed in on La Pantera's face, betraying the panic in her dark eyes, plastering that look upon the arena's jumbotron and on millions of television screens the world over. Loosening the last lace, Panettiere beamed a smile as she tore the mask off and revealed the face of...Selena Gomez!
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Panettiere's suspicion had been right! Earlier in the year, she and Gomez had been feuding, culminating in a 'Loser Leaves Town' match that required the loser to leave the HWA for a full year. Hayden won that match and Selena fell off of the wrestling radar, her career in the Alliance derailed. Now it is clear to all that Selena opted to try and circumvent the ban by returning under a mask. So long as no one knew her true identity, she was safe. Now however, it's known to all that she had violated the terms of the ban, and Panettiere knew exactly what that meant. "Aww, poor baby...if you read the fine print of the contract, you know that your little mask stunt just added a second year to your expulsion. And after this, they won't be letting any masked mystery girls in the league, so don't bother trying this again!" Gomez said nothing, but the tears streaming down her face made plain her sense of despair.
But Panettiere wasn't interested in merely crushing her rival's spirit...she intended to inflict more bodily harm on her. With Gomez still trapped in the ropes and helpless, the blonde yanked her by the hair, tilting her head backward. That allowed Hayden to savagely sink her teeth into the Latinx's scalp, biting down as Selena shrieked in pain. The blonde had sworn after their last match that if she ever saw Gomez again, she's leave her a bloody heap on the floor, and she was intent on making good on that threat. Within moments a trace of blood began to trickle down Selena's forehead, and soon enough the trickle become a downpour, swiftly masking her face anew, this time with her own crimson blood! Panettiere ceased her biting, and followed up with a rabbit punch to the back of Selena's skull, leaving her barely conscious. Unhooking the ropes to free her victim, Hayden let Gomez collapse to the arena floor, where she lay in an unmoving tangle of limbs. The blonde then helped the woozy ref back up to his feet, leading him over to the ropes to show him the sprawled grappler on the floor. The ref then dutifully counted to twenty while Hayden strutted and preened around the ring, basking in the torrent of boos from the crowd, while the medics arrived to gingerly place the shattered Selena onto a stretcher and carry her back for stitches...and a hastily-drafted letter from the HWA attorney explaining that her suspension will now be extended for another 12 months.
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Compact and athletic. With a mean streak a mile wide. Hayden is pound for pound one of the baddest chicks out there. ;)
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Raven Symone vs Danielle Fishel
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Raven grunted as her spine took the brunt of the impact from the Irish whip into the corner. Her arms were slung over the top ropes on either side of her and her curvaceous body slumped a bit. From across the ring, Danielle wore a sly half-grin, and she then charged at her opponent with all of the speed she could muster, prepared to finish her off with a body splash.
But at the last moment Raven, clutching the ropes for support, pulled her legs up and bent them at the knees, and it was those joints which Fishel's chest smashed hard into. Stunned and in agony from the impact, Danielle staggered backward, while Symone pushed out of the corner and moved in swiftly, throwing her right fist deep into her adversary's belly, forcing a sharp exhalation of breath from the busty beauty.
Adrenaline pumping now as she catches her second wind, Raven dips at the knees and pulls Fishel over her shoulders. Straightening up, Symone then begins to turn around and around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an airplane spin. Dani yowls as she is whirled around, her senses reeling. Suddenly Raven shrugs her cargo off, and Danielle crashes to the mat with a thud, rolling over onto her back with a dazed moan.
A leg drop slams down across Fishel's chest like a guillotine, knocking even more air from her lungs. And now Symone opts to bring this contest to an end. She snakes her powerful legs around her rival's upper body, specifically trapping Danielle's breasts within the scissors. Locking her ankles and pouring all of her might into her legs, Raven within instants has Fishel gasping and moaning in anguish, as the hold forces Dani's own 36D's to press down on her lungs, preventing her from drawing more than the scantest of breaths. She squirms within the visehold, but nothing she can do frees her. Realizing she's being crushed into unconsciousness. Dani starts to tap her hand on her oppressor's leg. The ref sees it and opens his mouth, ready to call for the bell, when Raven cuts him off.
"She isn't tapping!"
"It's a submission!" the official contends.
Glaring at the zebra, Raven repeats: "I said she. Isn't. Tapping."
Understanding her meaning, the referee chooses to ignore Dani's taps, which brings a flash of fear to her eyes. But soon enough those eyes flutter shut, and her lush body goes limp. The ref raises and releases her left arm three times, and all three times it flops limply to the canvas. Only then does he call for the bell.
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Kaley Cuoco vs Savannah Chrisley
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Her whole body felt as heavy as lead, and moved sluggishly. But a double palm slam to her opponent's temples had dropped Savannah to the floor in a daze, and Kaley knew she had to move with whatever haste her exhausted body could muster. This used to be a lot easier, she thinks as she grabs at the younger blonde's hair and hauls her back up to her feet. But she can at least take solace in the fact that her more youthful adversary is just as spent and exhausted as she is. Or so she thought.
She hadn't expected Savannah to recover as quickly as she did, and she most definitely did not anticipate the Southern girl suddenly throwing a knife hand blow into her solar plexus, drawing a sharp yelp from Cuoco. Yet that discomfort was nothing compared to what came next, as Chrisley curled the expensively manicured fingers of her right hand and clamped a clawhold upon her rival's groin. The thin fabric of Kaley's bikini briefs offered scant protection as Savannah's fingers viciously squeezed her womanhood. The embattled blonde howled in agony, her body rigid from the pulsating pain that coursed through her lush body. Her hands clutched at her tormentor's wrist, but lacked the power to pry her hand free. Tears welling in her eyes as she whimpered, she slowly staggered backward as Savannah muscled her toward the center of the room, her fingers cruelly mauling her foe's most tender spot.
Finally reaching the center of the mansion's large living room, Chrisley released her devilish hold. Kaley let out a gasp of relief and she nearly collapsed to the floor as her knees threatened to buckle. But she managed to stay upright...which is just what her opponent wanted. Stepping behind Cuoco, Savannah positioned her body so that she ensnared the older blonde in an abdominal stretch. This was precisely what Chrisley had planned for...it was why she spent the afternoon having her hair and nails done, spent time in a tanning bed to add a golden luster to her form, and wore an expensive designer bikini. She was making this a body versus body comparison with one of the most celebrated figures in celebrity catfighting, and she was determined that her body would emerge triumphant.
And that certainly seemed probable, as Kaley writhed and moaned in her clutches, her body painfully torqued by that of her rival, the last dregs of Cuoco's strength draining away from the strain. As smug a smirk as possible upon her lips, Savannah purred in her Southern drawl, "They told me you're past your prime. Now Ah don't believe that one little bit...Ah think you're just as good as you ever were. Ah just know that Ah'm better!" A tear trickled down Kaley's cheek as she rasped, "Enjoy this, honey, because next time I'm going to pay you back in spades!" Chrisley merely laughed at what was, at this moment at least, a thoroughly hollow threat.
As she reduced her adversary's body to that of a rag doll, Savannah finally released her and Kaley collapsed to the carpet like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Sitting down on the floor behind her opponent, the blonde upstart reached around with her hands, pinching closed Cuoco's nose and covering her mouth. Kaley's eyes went wide with panic and her hands slapped feebly at her tormentor's arms, to no avail. In less than a minute, the utter spent veteran was smothered into semi-consciousness and abject defeat.
To add insult to injury, Savannah stripped Kaley of her bikini to claim it as her trophy, leaving the celebrated battler sprawled nude across the carpet, completely conquered.
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Kaley is always the best if she win or if she loose, she is the champion.
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I'd love to see Scarlett Jo take on Denise Richards. Pool / beach optional...lolol
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Hell.... send Scarlett or Denise my way... I'll kick their asses! Lolol ????
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Lily Collins vs Hayden Panettiere
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The reversal happened so quickly and unexpectedly, Hayden had no idea what was happening until she found herself flipping up and over the top rope and out of the ring. She didn't have quite enough momentum to go crashing to the arena floor, thankfully for her, but it was sufficient to drop her onto her butt on the ring apron, which sent a shiver of paralyzing pain from her tailbone up through her spine.
Sitting on the apron, feet dangling above the floor, her face twisted into a mask of discomfort, the blonde unfortunately has no time to recover, as she suddenly feels a hand grasping her flaxen mane on the top of her head. "Come back here, you slag!" hisses a British accent, as Lily hauls the squealing Panettiere back up to her feet, then turns her around to face her. Doubtless Collins's intent is to drag Hayden back over the ropes into the ring, but she is unprepared for the blonde to suddenly grab her own dark locks and to jump from the apron down to the floor, sharply pulling Lily's head down and her throat hard into the cable. That sends the Brit sailing to the canvas, gagging for breath and momentarily stunned.
Slithering back into the ring under the ropes, the now leering Hayden moved with viper speed, and within moments Collins found herself hoisted up and held aloft in a Surfboard hold, her full weight pressing down on her arm sockets and knees, drawing forth tearful howls of anguish from the brunette. Once she was satisfied that she had suitably weakened her adversary, Panettiere released her from the hold. Hayden then threw herself across Lily's body and hooked a leg, while with her free hand she sunk her fingers into her victim's belly with a brutal Ab Claw, causing Collins to shriek from the pain.
The referee dropped to his knees alongside them and was about to begin his count when Hayden halted him. "Don't count!" she snarled. She then looked down at Lily beneath her, locking eyes, and she purred, "Count yourself out." The brunette's eyes widened with shock, then narrowed with fury as she realized that Panettiere wanted her to humiliate herself by actually counting her own pin. Her every instinct was to use a few choice expletives to tell her no, and to carry on with the fight.
But she knew she couldn't; the Surfboard had taken too much out of her, and the Ab Claw was draining whatever she had left in the tank. And Lily knew full well what evils Hayden was capable of when she didn't get her way. The HWA locker room was full of women who had suffered mightily at her hands. Hell, Selena Gomez was still too shell-shocked from her recent mauling at Hayden's hands to even think about getting back into the ring.
Not wanting to join that number, Collins shut her eyes, bit her bottom lip, and then cried out, "One...two...three!" It was the first self-pin call in wrestling history, and Hayden had just scored it. Eminently satisfied with herself, the golden-tressed battler stood up, planted a boot on her beaten opponent's aching belly, and allowed the ref to raise her right arm in victory.
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Ann Miller's eyelids trembled as she took a step backward on elegant but unsteady legs. She bent backward at the waist, barely in control of her body, allowing her dark hair to swish back and forth behind her wobbling head. The near fall was enough to wake her from her semi-conscious state. Gasping in surprise, she straightened her spine and legs suddenly, planting her feet on the mat and windmilling her arms in unrelated directions and speeds. The sudden, volatile movement nearly sent Ann in the opposite direction. Leaning forward, throwing her arms out, and bending her knees, Ann fell only an inch short of crashing into Jane Russell face first.
Standing tall in front of Ann, Jane let out her breath in a single, short chuckle. While her ample chest jiggled and her head tilted back, she kept her hands raised, fingers extended, still ready to pounce. As Ann swayed back again, barely aware of her opponent, Jane grasped her rival's shoulder in her left hand, squeezing it tightly and practically holding the dazed woman upright with one arm. The dominant actress leaned back and stepped away with her right foot, clenching her right fist and holding it back and low. She flexed her legs, preparing to lunge, and gave her right arm a quick warm up wiggle.
"Wait!" Ann shook her head, and with great effort, managed to concentrate on her surroundings well enough to respond. Her bare legs nearly gave out, sagging to the side weakly, leaving her looking up at Jane Russell through teary eyes. "I take it all back! Please!" Jane tilted her head, looking down at Ann incredulously. She relaxed her muscles slightly, but kept her fist drawn back. "Even the part about..." Jane smirked. "Yes!" cried out Ann, between gurgling sobs. Lips quivering, she hid her face by pressing it to her opponent's chest, prompting a sigh and an eye roll from Jane. "Fine." Jane answered curtly, and Ann tilted her head up, giving her a hopeful, wide eyed look. She placed her hands delicately on Jane's shoulders and leaned against her for support.
Jane lunged past Ann, throwing the long, curving, right handed haymaker she had been saving up, and striking the helpless woman just above her chin. Ann's eyes fluttered and shut at the moment of impact, even before her neck twisted, her head tilted down, and her limbs simply dropped. The powerful blow sent Ann flying backwards, limbs trailing behind her. She struck the mat with her upper back, as her legs and hips continued on their path away from Jane, swinging upwards and nearly causing her to perform a backwards roll. Instead, her feet merely tapped the mat above her shoulders, as her butt lifted into the air. Once Ann had landed, her spread legs swung back down, striking the mat with two distinct thuds. Ann lay on the mat with her mouth open, perfectly still save for the rise and fall of her chest.
"Since you're back to behaving yourself, I won't bother going after you and teaching you a lesson out of the ring." Jane turned away to make her exit, then glanced over her shoulder and added "Oh! See you next week at the round robin tournament!"
Ann Miller
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Jane Russell
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Outstanding quick shot! Love the two opponents - Jane Russell has long been a fave of mine. Thanks!
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Faith Hill vs Shania Twain circa 1999
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On a hot August night Faith Hill strutted toward the ring set up in the basement of a trendy Nashville nightclub. Wearing a black robe and stiletto heels the tall, long limbed, blonde exuded confidence as a crowd of raucous onlookers chanted her name as the classic rock song Mississippi Queen blared through the clubs sound system.
Meanwhile, Canadian country/pop songstress Shania Twain, who had arrived minutes earlier, stood in her corner of the ring. Shania, who was wearing a red crop to that showed off the petite brunettes prized midriff and a pair off matching bikini bottoms, looked on anxiously as Faith entered the ring. After a brief word with her trainer Faith removed her robe revealing a matching black one piece bathing suit and a long lean physique that most men lust and women envy. A look of trepidation came over Shania as she looked on nervously at her much taller and seemingly more confident Country/Pop rival. Both women paced anxiously as the increasingly restless crowd prodded FIGHT - FIGHT - FIGHT.
Fast forward 5 minutes and a drained and disheveled Shania found herself on the wrong end of a decidedly one sided thrashing at the hands of Faith. "C'mon is that all ya got half pint" Faith sneered in her syrupy southern drawl as she moved toward the awkwardly back-peddling Shania. "Screw you big bird" Shania hissed as Faith shoved her into the ropes. With that the tall blonde grabbed two handfuls of Shania's brunette mane and in a show of physical dominance flung her petite opponent towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Then as Shania bounced off the ropes Faith was waiting, and in an almost perfectly executed sequence of events finished her off with a brutal clothesline. Ouuuuuuffff Shania moaned as Faith's long arm caught her windpipe, sweeping her off her feet and cashing down to the mat.
Down but not yet out Shania groggily layed on her back trying to shake off the cobwebs as Faith taunted her from above "Well looky there little miss Shania laying on her back!..Kind of appropriate considering how you got your big break in Nashville and all!" Shania enraged by Faith's taunts somehow mustered the energy to deliver a sharp kick to Faith's shin. Ohh gawwd!!! Faith groaned as she hobbled briefly before collapsing on the mat beside a somewhat rejuvenated Shania. "I know your proud of those long legs but I couldn’t resist sweetie" Shania growled. Sensing this might be her chance to turn the tables a somewhat rejuvenated Shania went on the offensive pouncing on Faith who was lying on her back holding her aching shin. The two pop country queens then proceeded to roll across the mat scratching, clawing, hair-pulling as they grappled for an advantage. Despite Shania's spirited comeback it was Faith once again seizing control as she managed to wrap her long legs around Shania's slim midriff. Noooooo!!! Shania whined in protest as she realized her predicament. Meanwhile a cheshire cat grin crept across Faiths face as she realized she finally had her Country pop rival right where she wanted her. Shania squirmed and feverishly clawed at Faiths rock hard thighs as Faith locked her ankles and began to squeeze but resistance would prove futile as the tall blonde began to squeeze the fight out of her overmatched opponent.
After several torturous minutes "P-P-Please Faith stop" Shania pleaded tears welling up in her pretty hazel eyes. But Faith was having none of it as she ratcheted up the pressure on Shania's much celebrated midriff. Using what little energy she had left Shania bucked and thrashed violently in one last desperate attempt to free herself but there was no escaping Faith's leggy entrapment. Had enough yet haif pint" Faith purred cattily. "Y-Y-Yessss, you win" Shania sobbed finally resigned to her fate.
"Alright then" Faith replied excitedly before releasing her beaten rival and . Faith then spotted a gang of lesbian bikers who were ringside staring lustfully at a disheveled Shania who was struggling to get back to her feet. "See something you like girls" Faith shouted above the by now frenzied crowd of onlookers. "Hell yes" they replied excitedly. "Well then I guess she shouldn’t disappoint her fans!" Faith snickerd before grabbing a shocked Shania by the hair and pulling her toward the ropes. "F-Faith whats going on I-I said you w-w-win" stammered a panic stricken Shania. "Oh don’t worry sweetie I'm through with you but its time you get back to work ENTERTAINING your fans!" Faith responded before grabbing the petite brunette by her bikini bottoms and flipping her over the ropes into the arms of the salivating biker gang.
Faith then proudly strutted to the bar to celebrate with a drink before heading home. Meanwhile a scantily clad and shivering Shania was last seen on the back of a Harley headed to the bikers private clubhouse where she would be serving as "entertainment" until the wee hours of the morning.
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Thanks for the nice responses! Here's another.
Anna Popplewell vs Yara Shahidi
Each thud of Anna's bare fists against Yara's face and body came with a matching jangle from the chain link barrier, and a groan from the helpless actress. Trapped between the cage wall and her opponent, Yara struggled desperately. Her sluggish attempted strikes only opened up new angles for Anna to pound her, and as she grew more dazed, Yara could only place her hands on Anna's curvy, blue leotard clad body and weakly shove. Face to face, Anna gave her opponent a tight lipped look of concentration, before thumping the side of Yara's head with a strong punch, breaking eye contact as the dazed actress' head lurched to the side. Finally, Yara's mouth dropped open, and her delicate fingers clutched the cage, the only thing preventing her body from sagging and ultimately falling.
Anna took Yara by the wrist and leaned back, using her legs to drag the other actress away from the wall. Grasping Yara by the shoulder with her free hand and forcing her along the mat, Anna pulled the other actress off balance and twirled. With a cry of surprise, Yara stumbled across the mat, until Anna slammed her face first into the adjacent barrier. The chain link wall cut into Yara's face and gold leotard clad body, distorting her expression as her eyes widened fearfully.
Anna gave Yara a small shove, crushing her against the barrier briefly, before yanking her away and securing Yara's neck underneath her bare arm. Stepping back, Anna efficiently dropped to the ground, shaking the ring as she sent the helpless Yara's neck to the unyielding mat with the force of their combined weight. Yara lay still.
Not taking a second to celebrate, Anna rolled over on top of her motionless opponent. Folding Yara at the waist, Anna put her opponent's legs in the air, then lay on top of the stunned woman's legs until she was nearly flat against the canvas. Anna scooted up, feet on the mat to put on more pressure, until she was face to face with Yara.
The scoreboard clock read 19:27, with the actresses tied at zero points each. 19:26. 19:25. 19:24. Now Anna had a point. Yara mumbled a confused noise and her head rolled to the side. She squirmed slightly, shook her head, and lifted her right arm, only to let it fall an instant later. 19:23. 19:22. 19:21. Anna's score ticked up to two points on the scoreboard. 19:20. Yara's eyes popped open and her entire body stiffened, bouncing Anna upwards an inch or two. Yara's hands scratched at the mat as her arms flailed, reaching for anything that could help her flip over. She snarled and put her hands on Anna's shoulders.
Anna, bouncing up and down as Yara's legs and back worked to lift her, scowled and twisted at the waist. The short, forceful motion sent Anna's elbow into Yara's temple. Thunk! Yara immediately lay still, her arms dropping to her sides, palms up. 19:19. 19:18. 19:17. As Anna's third point appeared on the scoreboard, the fans on Yara's side of the stadium began to trickle towards the restrooms and snack vendors.
Anna
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Yara
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Sophia Bush vs Anna Kendrick
Sophia
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Anna
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The audience sat stunned, jaws on the studio room floor, as they watched the two dolled up celebrities tangled on the talk show host's stage. High heels were discarded by the seats as Sophia sat atop Anna, and RIPPED her dress open at the cleavage. Anna squealed and the crowd gasped, many leaning closer on the edge of their seats.
"Who's the whore NOW, huh?!" Sophia yelled at the blushing Anna beneath her. With one arm wrapped around her chest, Anna's other reached up for her foe's hair. Sophia easily snatched it with her left, and with a smug smirk, her right palm smacked crisply across Anna's pretty face.
Anna's eyes closed, and she knew she was in trouble. Sophia slapped her thrice more, then stood, proceeding to pull Anna's torn dress with her. It ripped and easily slid off of her petite body. The crowd was enraptured as Anna lay there in the studio in just her bra and panties. "Fuck off! Get away from me!" Anna panickedly shouted.
"Aww, had enough already? You were so confident a moment ago," Sophia laughed in that raspy voice. Then the 37-year-old actress stomped angrily on a flimsily protected breast. Anna howled and covered up, allowing Sophia to take a seat beside her and wrap those smooth thighs around Anna's neck. "Goodnight, sweetheart." Sophia purred, pouring on the pressure.
It was only a moment before Anna's body stopped struggling and she passed out between Sophia's thighs. Bush stripped her rival to make a point, and left her on the floor asleep in front of the interviewer's desk ans she went ahead with her ten minute interview, grinning happily the whole time.
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If anyone wants to do a little trade, PM me. I'd be happy to write a 'finish her' for any babe(s) of your choosing if you wanna write for Sophia Bush. (Win or lose, not fussed).
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Isla Fisher stood with one hand on the top rope. Her body sagged as she wiped the sweat from her brow, but she still gave Sophia Bush a glare with her teeth clenched. Isla had taken enough bumps during the match that many of them were visible -- a collection of bruises blending into one large bruise on her shoulder, and a scrape on her chin. Standing in the middle of the ring, Sophia looked similar, crouched down and prepared to lunge, but with a cut above her eyebrow and scrapes on her hips.
Isla growled, shoving herself away from the ropes, and rushed at Sophia, leaning forward as if moving to shoulder check the other actress. Sophia jerked backwards at the sudden movement, then darted forward nimbly. Lunging and grabbing Isla's hair, Sophia took control and transformed Isla's charge into an uncontrolled tumble. Sophia spun and ran alongside Isla for a moment, as the other actress stumbled forward, wailing. Isla's loud wails grew sharper for a moment as Sophia finally wrenched the actress off her feet, only to suddenly silence as the two bodies finished their descent and struck the mat. Isla landed face first, limbs shaking, while Sophia landed on her hip an instant later, still clutching the stunned woman's hair.
Quivering weakly, Isla groaned and placed her palms on the mat, slowly rising to her hands and knees. Her long red hair draped downward messily, obscuring her face, as her body tilted awkwardly. "No, I don't think you will," stated Sophia confidently. Climbing onto Isla from behind, Sophia sat upright comfortably on Isla's lower back. Placing a hand on the base of Isla's skull, Sophia smirked and shoved downward.
Already on the verge of collapse even without Sophia's assault, Isla shrieked as her arms gave way. She landed nose first on the mat, completely unable to protect herself. Her arms lay at her sides, palms up. Sophia groaned and rose to a squatting position, giving herself enough space to roll Isla onto her back. The unconscious redhead lay limp, her arm crossing over her own chest loosely before flopping down to the mat again. Sophia scooted up to sit astride Isla's chest, smirking as she brushed the redhead's hair aside to reveal shut eyes, ruined makeup, and a slack jaw.
"This should scare everyone in the dressing room for a day or two," Sophia whispered smugly. Isla's head rolled to the side, resting with her cheek on the mat and her mouth flopping open further, as the referee counted her out.
Isla Fisher
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Sophia Bush
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Between 1954 and 1955, Marilyn Monroe set out to beat as many of her fellow blonde bombshells as possible in the ring, as part of a campaign to promote The Seven Year Itch. She had no shortage of challengers, and selected a long list of her favorites.
Anita Ekberg
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Anita Ekberg gave a stone faced frown as she straightened her arms upwards, holding her rival helplessly overhead. Marilyn's legs twitched beside Anita's shoulder, and she waved one hand weakly. Her head hung low, hiding her battle damaged face from the crowd. Anita strode towards the edge of the ring, then took a single running step and struck the ropes. Marilyn was too dazed to react as she tumbled over the top rope, spinning several times while she was still in the air. By the time Marilyn's back struck the concrete, Anita had already turned away, standing with her hands on her hips, shoulders back, and spine arched. Behind Anita, Marilyn's limbs settled down on the concrete.
Kathleen Hughes
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Marilyn clenched her teeth and winced, but she could barely summon the strength to wiggle back and forth. On top of Marilyn, Kathleen Hughes lay with her arms encircling her opponent's neck, and her legs straddling her waist. She held Marilyn's hair tightly in both hands, and pulled back persistently, exposing Marilyn's slender neck. Kathleen had left superficial scratch marks up and down her opponent's arms, face, chest, and back, and Marilyn's shoulder bore a clear set of bite marks as well. Marilyn's hands held Kathleen by the wrist and shoulder, but they produced no pressure on her opponent, merely gripping Kathleen weakly as her arms threatened to collapse. "...please!" Marilyn whispered, breathing hard, but nearly inaudible. "...you win!" Kathleen looked up and smiled brightly. "Hey, you hear that? I beat Marilyn!" As Marilyn's arms fell to the mat, she groaned.
Greta Thyssen
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"...and I really hope I don't seem unappreciative. I was so flattered when I got your acceptance letter!" Greta beamed and tilted her head back, seated comfortably on the floor and leaning back on her elbows. Her shapely legs were compressing Marilyn's midsection down, leaving her even more wasp-waisted than usual, and she held Marilyn's head under her arm, squeezing the side of the woman's neck between her bicep and her ribs. Neck bent backwards, with her chin in Greta's armpit, Marilyn grimaced and tapped on the other woman's arm weakly with both hands, as her legs lay motionless on the mat. "So I hope you aren't too upset. Maybe we can do this again another time?" Marilyn let out a final hissing sigh as her tense frown relaxed, her eyelids fluttered and shut, and her arm fell to her side, fingers curled loosely.
Mamie Van Doren
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Marilyn winced. "...but the contract says..." She lay on her stomach, with Mamie Van Doren's butt on her lower back, her arms under Marilyn's armpits, and hands clasped behind her neck. Mamie wiggled and leaned back, stretching Marilyn's spine further. With her feet planted on the floor, Mamie was in no danger of losing her balance. She gripped Marilyn by her short, blonde hair, just above her neck, to be sure. "Never mind the contract! Greta Thyssen beat you. Jayne Mansfield will beat you worse. Just call in sick that day or something so I can have the honor of fighting Jayne instead."
Marilyn wrinkled her nose and let out a single, choking sob. Still, she protested. "But if I back out management will..." Mamie inhaled, looking down incredulously, and pushed her arms together, inching her butt forward and arching her back. The small movement bent Marilyn's spine even further, while threatening to rip her arms from their sockets. Marilyn reflexively stretched her eyes and mouth open wide as she screamed in pain. "You win you win you win!" she babbled, clenching her muscles and kicking against the mat uselessly. Mamie smirked, sat up straight, and let Marilyn's arms slip free, sending the conquered actress' nose crunching into the mat before she could react. "Enjoy your vacation!" Mamie purred.
Barbara Nichols
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Marilyn's arms dangled at her sides, swaying slightly. Barbara Nichols' overflowing cleavage obscured most of the dazed actress' face. Only Marilyn's eyes were visible over the top of Barbara's bosom, and she stared upwards. Silently, with her brow furrowed and her eyes forced open, Marilyn pleaded for release. Barbara huffed and lifted slightly. Hugging Marilyn's body and trapping Marilyn's arms at her sides, Barbara had been supporting Marilyn's weight for some time. Now, as Marilyn's head slumped forward, vanishing into Barbara's neckline, her legs fully gave out. Smirking, Barbara raised her fists in victory; Marilyn's face slid down her chest, then her stomach, and finally passed between her legs and collided with the floor.
Brigitte Bardot
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Brigitte straightened her arm and twisted her body, swinging the back of her fist out and smirking as her knuckles struck Mariliyn's jaw. "Ungh!" Marilyn blinked and wrinkled her lips into a frown as her head suddenly snapped up and to the side. She flailed an arm in Brigitte's general direction, trying to focus her eyes. Brigitte remained light on her feet, darting forward and raising a fist to strike, only to smile teasingly and bounce away. Marilyn glared at Brigitte and bared her teeth, infuriated by the other actress' carefree taunts. She sprang forward, screeching long and hoarsely, and got halfway through a haymaker aimed at Brigitte's head before Brigitte ducked and charged herself. The two blondes collided violently. Marilyn's fist swished through the air, and her battle cry suddenly became silent as Brigitte's shoulder dented her stomach. Brigitte, legs bent in a crouch, quickly wrapped her arms around Marilyn's thighs. Straightening her body, Brigitte stopped Marilyn's charge completely, and lifted.
"Noo-oooh!" Marilyn wailed mournfully, her voice warbling and rising in pitch as Brigitte raised her up. She spread her arms wide, fingers clawing for any handhold that might save her from the inevitable drop. As Brigitte swung Marilyn downwards, the helpless blonde's cry turned to a gurgle, before instantly silencing as Marilyn's back landed flat on the mat, and her head bounced against it an instant later. Marilyn's flailing arms hung in the air for a moment before descending to the mat and bouncing against it.
Brigitte looked down at Marilyn and tittered at the bruised, slumbering blonde. She amused herself briefly by giving her opponent a few quick, sharp swats with her palm to the chest and face, making Marilyn's unresponsive body wobble on the mat, but eliciting no response. Shrugging, Brigitte arched her back, flattened her body down on top of Marilyn's, and looked to the crowd excitedly for approval.
The following day, Marilyn Monroe cancelled the remaining matches and refused to be seen in public for some time. The resulting complaints from the long list of actresses she skipped generated substantial publicity for the film.
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Jane Fonda vs Brigitte Bardot
Jane held her mouth shut tightly. Her chin rested on Brigitte's shoulder, and her slender arms flexed as she continually jostled the other woman in her grip. Brigitte, equally bruised, dug her nails into Jane's upper arms as the rhythmless slow dance continued in the center of the ring. She shifted her weight, preparing to throw a knee up at Jane's midsection, only to stomp and shake as the movement nearly allowed Jane to knock her off her feet.
The two actresses clung to each other tightly as the struggle escalated, with both increasingly unsteady on their feet. As they fought to stay upright, Jane let out a short, high pitched cry. Brigitte and Jane pushed away from each other forcefully, but both sought out new holds on their rivals. Jane caught Brigitte's leotard, while Brigitte clung to Jane's hair. The two fell away from each other, only to jerk to a halt as they reached the ends of their leashes.
Brigitte bared her teeth, but her scowl quickly turned to a frightened gasp as her opponent wrenched backward. Grunting and forcing a backward step with her leg muscles quivering, Jane held Brigitte by the leotard and lifted, sending the surprised blonde actress into an aerial somersault. Losing her grip on Jane's hair, Brigitte wailed as her legs kicked the empty air overhead.
Even before Brigitte struck the mat on her back, Jane had already thrown a leg over the tumbling blonde. Eyes wild and nostrils flared, Jane descended on Brigitte as she hit the ground, landing astride the other actress' chest. It was over in a moment. Brigitte flailed an arm defensively in front of her face, screeching and inching across the mat by arching her back. Jane's fists rose and fell rapidly, swishing past Brigitte's lithe arm and knocking her pretty face every which way. Brigitte, eyes staring ahead blankly, squirmed and gasped one last time. Her body softened as her arms fell away from her face. Her lips separated slightly, but her teeth remained pressed together, as if she were frowning in anger at her defeat even while fast asleep.
Jane, seeing Brigitte collapse, leaned forward and rested her hands on the mat, hair mussed and partially covering her face. Seated on the unconscious woman, her body rising and falling as her breathing returned to normal, Jane finally brushed her hair aside and raised her head. She looked up, wide eyed, as if she had surprised herself with the sudden finish.
Jane
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Brigitte
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The following day, Marilyn Monroe cancelled the remaining matches and refused to be seen in public for some time. The resulting complaints from the long list of actresses she skipped generated substantial publicity for the film.
Epic, my friend!
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Anon - Impressive! Excellent quick shots and some unusual celebrities. Thanks for taking the time and trouble.
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Thanks everybody.
unusual celebrities
I think everyone has strong opinions on the more commonly used celebrities, and different people hold contradictory views. So it's easier for me to write the more obscure bunch, since I'm not violating anybody's expectations. So, expect more of that.
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Linda Evans vs Donna Summer
Linda Evans' back bowed, but she clenched her teeth and wrenched herself upright. The blonde stumbled forward, taking a wild right handed swing at Donna Summer's head. Her fist changed course in midair suddenly as her legs nearly crumpled beneath her. With one short step forward, Donna neatly swerved around the punch, bringing up her right fist and smashing her knuckles into Linda's chin in one decisive motion.
The blonde's head stopped with a jolt, and she let out a quiet groan. Unable to summon enough strength to attack, she merely cringed and sank back against the edge of the ring, supporting herself with one hand on the middle rope. Donna trembled, fists clenched and face set in a tight lipped frown, glaring furiously at Linda. As the blonde bent at the waist, Donna tensed and raised her leg, striking her on the jaw. Head flying back, Linda grimaced as she was thrown upright, back to the ropes. She tilted her head up and away, gasping and shaking helplessly. Donna's straight armed punch plowed into her cheek, knocking her head between the top two ropes, and her follow up left hook sent her swaying in the opposite direction. Linda no longer responded to the individual blows striking her face and chest, merely jiggling as Donna pummeled her.
The defeated actress trembled for a moment, tangled in the ropes, before Donna's green wrestler's boot arced through the air in a roundhouse kick, striking her on the side of the head. The blow was enough to dislodge the stupefied actress from the ropes, yanking her arms free and allowing her to gracefully plummet face first into the ground. Donna strutted back to her corner, not bothering to watch the moment of impact.
Linda Evans
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Donna Summer
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Scarlett Johansson & Kaley Cuoco vs Keeley Hazell & Sayuki Matsumoto
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On paper, at least, it was a million dollar idea that couldn't fail: Team up two of the most popular women in the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance...Scarlett and Kaley; give them a marketable name...'The Blonde Bombers'; and unleash them on the roster. Without a doubt, they would quickly capture the tag belts, and generate a fortune in merchandising revenue along the way.
Unfortunately, the reality was not quite what was expected. From the first, it was clear that Johansson and Cuoco hadn't developed a solid team strategy, and instead were working as two solo wrestlers who happen to be paired up. And while it could be argued that it would be difficult for any pair of individual singles wrestlers to suddenly function as a well-oiled fighting machine their first time out, that theory was blown to pieces by Kaley and Sayuki. They were not only solo wrestlers who had ever teamed up before tonight, but they also had a language barrier between them. Nevertheless, from the opening minutes of the match, the two swiftly established dominance, and worked together with the kind of pinpoint precision that usually only the most seasoned teams enjoyed.
As a result, the fans bore witness to the busty blondes being dominated, demolished and demoralized by their even bustier opponents. By the thirty minute mark, all four grapplers were in the ring, and Scarlett and Kaley were actually starting to enjoy some offense at last; from opposite ends of the squared circle, the blondes began to Irish whip their adversaries, intent on having them collide mid-ring. However, Keeley and Sayuki managed to reverse the whips, with the result that the Bombers were the ones who found themselves thrown toward one another. They slammed together chest to chest with loud grunts, then both staggered back, badly stunned on shaky legs.
Hazell and Matsumoto muscled their rivals into opposite corners, then they British and Japanese battlers met in the middle of the ring. From there they burst forward into a dash, Keeley aiming for Kaley, and Sayuki for Scarlett, and they slammed into their targets with body splashes that hit like wrecking balls; the steel ring posts themselves shook from the impact. Johansson's D cups and Cuoco's C were flattened, respectively, my Matsumoto's G's and Hazell's EE's. Astonishingly, the Americans were still clinging to consciousness, but their fans had abandoned all hope of their heroine's somehow turning the match around. All they could hope for was a quick and merciful end.
But Keeley and Sayuki weren't feeling very merciful. Peeling their ravaged rivals out of the corners, they dragged them by their tangled flaxen manes back to the center of the ring. There, the American's were bodyslammed to the canvas, and they lay their side by side, groaning and glassy eyed.
What happened next was as unexpected as it was breathtaking. Neither Hazell nor Matsumoto were considered high flyers, but now then each began to climb the turnbuckles in corners opposite of one another. Balancing themselves precariously upon the top ropes, they then flung their lush bodies into the air, turning them into soaring missiles of destruction.
They can crashing down upon their victims, and with such force, the plywood beneath the blondes shattered and the center of the ring caved in! The fans roared "OMG! OMG! OMG!" in unison, and after several long seconds of no sign of life, Keeley and Sayuri began to claw their way out of the hole. At the bottom of that hole lay Scarlett and Kaley, and if either was still somehow miraculously conscious, she wasn't going to make the effort to try and get up. Better to take the twenty count and the loss than to endure any more of this mauling.
And thus was the debut of the Blonde Bombers also their swan song. The t-shirts sat unsold in a warehouse, the actions figures halted before they ever reached the production line. And Scarlett and Kaley never wanted to hear about tag teaming together ever again!
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Flashback 1979: Barbi Benton vs Audrey Landers
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For Audrey, it would be the catfighting career highlight that would propel her to the uppermost ranks. It had begun two months earlier in New York, where in a penthouse towering above Manhattan, the blonde had scored a surprising but decisive win over Barbi. Then, just to prove that win wasn't a fluke, she repeated her victory last month in Las Vegas. Now, Landers would fight the celebrated brunette for a third and final time. Geographically, there was never any question that the battle would take place on the West Coast. But what did shock many was when Audrey insisted it be held at the Playboy Mansion.
Everyone knew why she wanted the match there. As Hugh Hefner's former girlfriend, Benton was the Queen of the Playboy Mansion. To have her defeated there would be a massive humiliation for the brunette...which was precisely what Audrey intended.
But if the blonde thought that the idea of losing on her own home turf would demoralize Barbi, she swiftly found herself proven wrong. Indeed, fighting at the mansion galvanized Benton, and she shook off any feelings of inadequacy she held from her previous two loses.
Landers battled magnificently, but Barbi was all of that and more, brilliantly countering her rival's moves time and again. Both beauties were running on fumes as the brawl made it to the 45 minute mark, and each knew she had to finish off the other now, because they had nothing left for later.
Swinging a wild punch, Audrey hoped to level Barbi with a haymaker. But her movements were sluggish, and the brunette was narrowly able to avoid the flailing fist aimed at her jaw. With Landers off-balance, the brunette went for her finisher; she pulled the blonde's curvaceous body across her shoulders and, with a grunt, stood up, subjecting Audrey to a torture rack!
The blonde's screams filled the air as Barbi, her face a mask of determination, bounced up and down on her feet to increase her victim's agony. It seemed to go on forever, but in fact it was barely fifteen seconds of this punishment before Audrey was shrieking her surrender. Benton kept her in the hold for a few more seconds, just to make sure the blonde fully understood just how defeated she was, and then she shrugged her off and let the sobbing Landers land on the floor with a heavy thud.
Flashback 1979: Erin Gray vs Persis Khambatta
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The crowd let out a roar of approval as Erin locked on her devastating finishing hold, the Texas Clover Leaf. No one in the HWA had ever been able to escape it, nor endure it for more than a minute at most. Gray gave a satisfied half-smile as she heard her opponent let out a growl of pain.
Except it was more than just pain...it was determination. Persis gritted her teeth and, as her growl escalated into a roar, she began to do that which was previously impossible...power out of Gray's Clover Leaf! The smile disappeared from Erin's face and was replaced with wide-eyed shock. Then, with a sudden flex of her shapely legs, the exotic Indian breaks the hold and throws her tormentor tumbling over to the mat.
Gray crashes face down to the mat. Lifting her head, her features betray her shock. Indeed, she is so startled by this turn of events, she can only lay there stunned, uncertain of what to do next. Unfortunately for Erin, Persis knows precisely what she must do. Even as her own body still suffers from the aches of the Clover Leaf, the raven-tressed beauty musters to power to move with unexpected swiftness, and in a blur of motion she has secured her own finisher on Gray, the Indian Death Lock.
Now Erin screams in anguish, and her frantic efforts to power out amount to nothing. It's Khambatta's turn to smile as her victim howls in agonized protest. Tears streaming down her face, Erin's hand begins to frantically slap at the canvas...but still Persis refuses to release her. Now Gray must humble herself by begging for her torture to end. After several long, painful moments, the Indian finally consents to end her opponent's suffering, and she releases her hold as the referee calls for the bell.
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Finish Her- Queen of the Beach
Kylie Jenner vs Scarlett Johansson
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Scarlett Johansson is shaken from the beating she endured…Jenner and a concerned audience can feel it. Kylie roars from her corner meeting the blonde screen heroine barely leaving hers. Kylie wipes away Scarlett's fading guard with disarming ease. Kylie buries an undefended uppercut into Scarlett's solar plexus ejecting the air from the actress's lungs. The Scarjo is staggered and stunned looking for air and sustains a big right to the temple. Scarlett raised her mitts to her head and pays for it as Kylie skillfully tears into her tits. Left Right Up and Down the 22-year-old works Johannson's revered rack like a polished veteren beyond her years.
Scarlett moans as her her cups are used as target practice. Kylie delights as she hammers away finally pouncing on her prey. Jenner shows her fangs and smashes Scarlett's left boob ejecting it from her overworked top. The modest Oscar winner panics and tries to cover up exposing herself to more punishment. Johansson succeeds in fixing her wardrobe malfunction but at great cost as Jenner detonates a haymaker to her temple. Scarlett pirouettes 180 degrees before her legs give out and she collapses tits up in middle of the ring. The Ref has seen enough ScarJo is cooked and the bell is called for
A blonde bombshell busting KO for Kylie the Billionaire b*tch Jenner
Boos and trash are hurled at the ring as Jenner celebrates her demolition of the celebrated veteran. Scarlett is in a world of hurt…. She awakens from her brief loss of consciousness in a panic as she sees Kylies infamous black-clad bikini bottoms blotting out the arena lights. Jenner stands over Johannson soaking in the attention before plopping her ass on Johannson face. Using her nose as a stool. Kylie squeals with a vile delight as she grinds and gyrates her hips letting her cheeks snuff out the shattered blonde. Johansson's arms and legs flay in panic but neither can defend her cherished breasts from what’s coming. Kylie rotates her self 180 degrees and begins to lay waste to Scarlett's rack. Undefended shots reign straight down on Scarlett's quivering juggs alternating like engine pistons. All poor Johansson can do is scream into Jenners all-conquering glutes as the billionaire b*tch reduces her famous rack to rubble.
It's all too much for the Avenger as she expels the last of oxygen into her black bikini-clad tomb shudders and passes out. Kylie feels her foe go limp and relents her merciless assault. Jenner arrogantly calls for her iPhone and snaps an internet melting selfie perched on her well-earned seat. With that Kylie Jenner has announced her intentions to rule the world.
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"They might as well put Carole in the ring with a tiger. Or they could save even more time by sending her straight to the chair," said Joan Bennett. Though they sat facing each other at the small, circular table, the two elegantly dressed women angled their bodies to face the central ring. Anne Baxter nodded, eyes focused on the two struggling figures. "It's barbaric," she agreed. Carole Landis let out another terrified scream as her feet left the mat once again, kicking her legs over her head as Yvonne de Carlo flipped her in midair, before the inevitable collision with the ground drove the air from her lungs and muted her. The two spectators watched silently, but as nearby tables broke into applause, they clapped quietly as well.
Joan suddenly directed her gaze to Anne. "Say," she began. "I can't believe you'd show up to watch Yvonne, much less clap for her. You know, after what she..." Anne turned her head to Joan, ignoring the fight for the first time in minutes. She kept her expression steadfastly indifferent, but the look itself was enough to interrupt Joan. "Oh, I never miss a chance to see Carole pulverized," explained Anne, returning her attention to the action. In the ring, Carole grunted, squirming from a seated position in the corner, with her arms covering her face. Yvonne's boot rose and fell, pounding Carole's vulnerable chest and stomach. "I don't care who's doing the pulverizing. Besides, that was last year." As Yvonne snarled and grabbed Carole by the ankles to haul her away, Anne began to applaud again, encouraging the nearby tables to clap as well.
"I can't stand Carole either," replied Joan, speaking softly and adjusting herself in her chair. "In a week or two she'll be showing her face in public like nothing happened. It just makes me so-oooh!" As Joan sat up straight, covering her mouth with one hand, the other spectators echoed her outburst. Yvonne stood outside of the ring and hauled Carole out by the legs, bouncing the back of her head against the edge of the ring as she made her pitiful exit. With her arms dragging behind her on the mat, Carole showed no sign of noticing. Yvonne lowered her body slightly, and slid the unconscious blonde onto her shoulders, placing one hand under her chin and the other between her legs. Yvonne dug her nails in and pulled down forcefully, but even as she clawed Carole's body and bent her spine backwards, the blonde's arms and legs swayed gently as she slept through the experience.
Yvonne strutted around the perimeter of the ring, passing by each table in turn, showing Carole's blank, open mouthed expression to the spectators up close. Anne sipped her drink and stared straight ahead as the combatants passed by, only turning her eyes to Joan once Yvonne had exited backstage with her prize.
Yvonne
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Carole
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Joan
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Anne
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Anon - All I can muster is a "Wow!" for the latest post. Yvonne is certainly a good choice for a juggernaut and Carole is also a great "face". If I could be so bold, I'd like to nominate Ella Raines, Jean Arthur and maybe Alexis Smith for a quick shot sometime.
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Anon, this is simply spectacular! :)
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Thanks everybody!
As for Ella Raines, Jean Arthur, and Alexis Smith, I think they've all been on my long list at one point or another. They may get a turn at some point.
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Santa's Naughty List
They try to be nice, but as they soon discover, it's much more fun being naughty!
Kristin Kreuk vs Sarah Michelle Gellar
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The two beauties, their nude bodies glistening under the lights of the penthouse, grunted and gasped as they struggled for control. Suddenly Kristin grasped her rival's wrist and attempted to twist her arm, but Sarah deftly countered, and in a blur of motion, she was suddenly behind the brunette and putting the pressure on a hammerlock. Kreuk let out a sharp grunt from the pain to her arm, and she knew that if the blonde were allowed to maintain this hold, it wouldn't be long before Kristin submitted. Still, she also knew she still had a slim chance of turning the battle around.
Unable to resist taunting her longtime arch-enemy, Gellar leaned her head in close to Kreuk. Her mouth opened, but before she could utter a single syllable, the brunette's free hand suddenly shot up like a viper, her fingers jabbing at her tormentor's eyes. Sarah shrieked as she was momentarily blinded, releasing her hammerlock. Wasting no time, Kreuk brought her hands up, wrapped them about the blonde's head, and sat down hard to the floor; pulled down by the motion, Sarah's jaw slammed against Kristin's shoulder with a crude stunner, leaving her glassy-eyed and splayed across the carpet.
Swiftly pushing her opponent onto her belly, Kristin grabbed her own discarded bikini panties from the floor and stuffed them into her rival's mouth. Kreuk then stood up, planted her feet against the back of Sarah's knees and hooked the blonde's feet against her attacker's shins; the brunette then reached downward and grasped Gellar's wrists in order to pull her arms backward. Throwing herself with all the force she could muster onto her back, Kristin lifted Sarah up and held her aloft in a Mexican Ceiling Hold.
The embattled blonde howled in anguish as her full body weight was concentrated on her own knees and shoulders, her lithe body held up like a sacrificial offering to the catfighting gods. She squirmed helplessly, the agony quickly unbearable. But her muffled submissions went unheeded, as the garment was shoved into her mouth and preventing her from speaking. After nearly two minutes of this torture, Gellar could no longer withstand it and she passed out from the pain.
The only upside to being knocked out was that she was spared the sight of her hated rival preening and posing in triumph over her limp body.
Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
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Kristen gurgled, a trickle of drool in the corner of her mouth as her eyes rolled upwards in their sockets. She then went limp. Emma smirked as she released her sleeper hold, letting her adversary collapse in a heap to the carpeted floor. "Passing out this quickly?" the British lass taunted her slumbering foe. "You used to be made of tougher stuff. I guess you've just grown weak."
With a sudden eruption of motion, Stewart lashed out her right leg with a mule kick, her heel smashing squarely into Watson's groin. The English girl let out a mewling wail and staggered backward while her American rival climbed back up to her feet. "And you've grown stupider," she says with a cruel smile as she advances on Emma. "Only an idiot would fall for me playing possum like that. As if your pathetic sleeper could ever knock me out!" Emma tried to ward off Kristen with one hand while the other clutched at her throbbing womanhood, but Stewart had little trouble positioning herself behind the Brit; wrapping her arms around Watson's waist, Stewart gave a grunt as she lifted the other brunette up, only to bring her back down again for an Atomic Drop. Emma's crotch took the fool brunt of the impact, and the force sent her sailing forward until she crashed face-first to the floor, where she lay moaning in anguish.
Grabbing her opponent by the ankles, she flipped Emma over onto her back. Then, holding her legs wide, the American menacingly hovered her foot over her rival's much-maligned groin. With tears in her eyes, Watson's open hands 'window washed' the air as she pleaded, "No...don't...please!" But such a plea for mercy brought nothing but scorn from Kristen, who laughed maniacally as she proceeded to stomp her foot down again and again, until finally the agonizing barrage drove the Brit into a semi-conscious stupor, and into inglorious defeat.
Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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It was dubbed the 'Battle of Santa's Helpers', and like all previous encounters between elfen-clad Amanda and Michelle, it was savage, breathtaking and utterly magnificent. But now, after a grueling contest, it appeared as if victory was within the grasp of one beauty.
Seyfriend lay stunned on the floor as her longtime rival sat on her chest. Michelle and Amanda were the possessors of two of the most perfect derrieres in Hollywood, and the signature finishing move for each was the facesit smother. So obviously being able to inflict this move over the other was a moment of supreme satisfaction for the winner, and abject humiliation for the loser. The look of supreme satisfaction on Trachtenberg's face was unmistakable as she slid herself backward until her rear end snugly covered the mouth and nose of her victim, all but cutting off her oxygen. Looking back over her shoulder at her embattled rival, Michelle smirked and purred, "Get ready for a good long ride, cupcake...this is at the top of my Christmas list!"
But had the brunette not been so concerned about taunting her foe, she would have noticed Seyfried blindly lifting her legs. A moment later, Michelle let out a yelp as Amanda's limbs clamped around her head, and in a blur of motion jerked downward, sending Trachtenberg smashing face-first into the floor, and leaving her in a daze.
Now free of the smother, the blonde gulped in air. She knew she needed time to more fully recover, but that was a luxury she didn't have. With a groan she forced herself to sit up, and then roll over to her knees. Trachtenberg was just coming out of her daze, but before the brunette could go back on the attack, she felt a hand in her hair, which jerked her head upward. An instant later, the knuckle of Amanda's right fist began to grind into Michelle's right eye, drawing a shriek from her. Half-blinded, the brunette took several moments to shake off the pain and clear her vision. Seyfried put those precious moments to good use.
Clamboring up to her feet, she went over to a nearby sofa and, after motioning an occupant...like all of the spectators, quite wealthy and powerful in Hollywood...to vacate, she climbed up onto it and carefully balanced herself upon the arm of the couch. Meanwhile, Michelle struggled back up to her feet, then turned around to ascertain where her opponent is. It was at that moment that Amanda leapt off of the sofa and delivered a brutal dropkick to her rival's chest. Michelle went sailing back through the air and landed on the floor with a heavy thud, where she lay moaning and badly stunned.
Now it was Seyfried's turn to sit astraddle on her hated foe. She made a production out of flipping up the fur-fringed micro skirt of her mini-dress, revealing a pair of red panties across which her butt was written in white script, Oh what fun it is to ride!
"Ohhhh...noooooooo!" Trachtenberg mewled as she saw her adversary's posterior descend down upon her face, and then her protests were muffled. She squirmed feebly beneath her tormentor, but to no avail. Firmly ensconced atop her rival and beaming a toothy smile of vainglorious delight, Amanda took a special glee in grinding her hips as she drove Michelle into inky devastation.
When Trachtenberg awoke after some indeterminate span of time, it was to find herself stripped nude and hogtied in the middle of the room with a long length of velvet ribbon, and a boy stuck to the top of her head, there to remain while the party went on around her, and the victorious Amanda was feted as Santa's favorite elf.
Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Kaley Cuoco
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How quickly they forget.
Celebrated as one of the greatest celebrity catfighters of her time when she retired several years ago, Jennifer became rapidly dismayed as she saw her fighting accomplishments swiftly forgotten, and her legacy disappear. Younger girls commanded the spotlight now, and that galled the proud brunette. She had left the sport at the very peak of her powers, and she was convinced she was still every bit as good as she ever was. Finally she could take the obscurity no longer, and she announced that she was coming back. Furthermore, she demanded a match against the current top girl, Kaley.
The odds makers favored Cuoco. After all, Hewitt inevitably had to have 'ring rust', and even if she didn't, nearly all agreed that blonde Kaley is one of the all-time catfighting greats. Doubtless she would quickly send Jen scurrying back to retirement.
But what they...and Cuoco...did not anticipate was that this was not the same J-Love who had wowed spectators in combat until just a few short years ago. Being forgotten raised a bitterness in her. Once, she had been the staunchest proponent of good sportswomanship. Now, she was determined to do whatever it takes to win.
Kaley never knew what hit her.
Few could ever remember having seen such a one-sided domination. From the opening moments, Hewitt indulged in a slew of dirty moves, quickly tearing to shreds her opponent's defenses. And Jen wasn't just cheating...she was taking a clear delight in just being mean.
At the moment, she had Cuoco howling in agony. With the blonde on her knees, Hewitt planted a foot between her embattled adversary's shoulder blades, while with both hands she grasped the straps of Kaley's bra. Yanking back on the fabric with all of her might, Jennifer used the cups of her buxom rival's own top to savagely maul her breasts! The garment was too well made to tear, even under these conditions, so the blonde had no relief as she moaned and sobbed in anguish, her strength draining by the instant.
When she had finally bored with this torture, Hewitt decided to finish her foe off at last. Shoving the stunned Kaley onto her back, the brunette pinned her down and dropped her own impressive rack down upon Cuoco's sweaty face, administering a breath-stealing 'jugging' that robbed the blonde of whatever senses she had left.
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Hey, never posted on this thread before but here's a Finish Me style post I wrote for a Celeb Wrestling League I've been working on and off on. Hopefully it's okay :).
Paris Hilton Vs Evangeline Lilly
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After an elaborate and luxurious entrance by Paris Hilton had finally ended, the two competitors were left standing face to face, boos raining down upon Hilton as Evangeline watched on. Lilly's eyes didn't stray from her opponent as Hilton taunted the crowd, pretending not to hear as she sauntered around the ring with her hand to her ear. "I can't hear poor people" Paris shouted, turning her back to Evangeline as she held her nose in disgust. Hilton backed up slowly from the ropes, still playing to the crowd when she abruptly swiveled on her heels, smacking her hand across Lilly's face with a loud crack that left the audience stunned. Lilly held her cheek, her face flush as Paris laughed, pulling back her arm again as she swung for the fences once again. Hilton gasped as her hand was caught in mid-air, Paris' face in shock as Evangeline smiled at her, her hand clenched around Hilton's wrist. With a forceful twirl, Paris was twisted around, her back open as Evangline grabbed hold before lifting her up and over for a brutal German Suplex. Hilton crumpled as her back and neck hit the canvas, rolling to her knees as she sat in a complete stupor. Evangline raised one arm up before she ran against the ropes, racing past Paris once, then twice before lifting her leg up and nailing Hilton face first with a flying knee! Lilly quickly crawled on-top of her flattened foe as the ref started to count. 1-2-3! Lilly stood up victorious, finally smiling as she held her cheek, one arm raised in victory as she looked down almost pitifully at her fallen foe.
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Freya Allan & Anya Chalotra vs Maisie Williams & Sophie Turner
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Both Anya and Freya were extremely nervous before their match with Sophie and Maisie, and rightly so: despite being the same age of Sophie, Anya was a relatively newcomer in the celebrity wrestling business and this was her first high profile match; while for 18 years old Freya it was an absolute debut.
Still, "The Witcher" girls started the match strong and it seemed that they were able to fight on equal ground with their more experienced opponents. However, as the match progressed, Sophie and Maisie showed their true abilities, working like a perfectly oiled machine they isolated Freya in their half of the ring and using frequent tags they were able to subject her to a lot of double team moves.
Only the blonde stubbornes (and some well place interferences from Anya) prevented the girls from GoT to gain the victory.
In the end Maisie, while holding a groggy Freya by the hair, tagged in Sophie, who rushed to the opposite side of the ring and dropkicked Anya, making her fall from the ring apron to the floor. Then she walked to her partner, took hold Freya and hoisted her on her own shoulders while Maisie climbed the top rope.
The audience roared in excitement as they recognised the duo's finishing move: a "Doomsday Device" style maneuver that they called "The Mophie Cutter".
In the heat of the moment however, nobody realized that, when Sophie rushed at her, Anya saw through her intentions and jumped to the floor just few istants before the dropkick could hit her.
So, she waited the right moment, rushed across the ring and pushed Maisie's legs, making her fall crotch first over the steel turnbuckle with the face contorted ina expression of both surprise and absolute agony.
Sophie frooze for an instant, trying to understand what was happening, Anya kicked her in the stomach and with her last bit of strenght Freya took advantage of Sophie doubling over to execute a picture perfect victory roll. A three count later the referee signaled the end of the match.
The crowd exploded at the unexpected outcome, cheering loudly as the two underdogs hugged in the middle of the ring celebrating their victory. Yet, it was apparent that Sophie didn't accept the outcome and after protesting in vain with the referee she attacked Anya from behind, grabbing her hair; Anya fought back and the two beauties started rolling around on the ring in an heated catfight exchanging slaps and scratches.
Freya tried to help her friend but was tackled down by the still aching Maisie, unlike Anya Freya was too tired to fight back and Maisie pinned her down, seated on her belly and pulled on her sport bra exposing her perky tits.
Ignoring her opponent's pleas and protests Maisie started to pull and twist Freya's nipples, while Sophie still held up on Anya prventing her from helping her partner.
Several officials rushed to the rings to separate the fighters who kept shouting threats and insults at each other until they where dragged back to their locker rooms.
Order was finally restored but everybody knew that a new rivalry was born and the war had just begun....
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Italian, this is definitely a rivalry I want to see more of! :D
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Emily Browning Iron Woman Match Tour
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Parineeti Chopra vs Emily Browning
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Most iron woman matches end long before their half hour time limit, with one woman unable to continue fighting, and her triumphant opponent giving her a savage beating... or simply pinning her for as many three count pins as the clock allows. This time, Emily Browning and Parineeti Chopra held each other, face to snarling face, with only a few minutes remaining, and only two points each on the scoreboard. Standing with their sides leaning against the chain link cage, the two actresses butted foreheads and jostled each other, still trying to overpower the other despite nearly half an hour of bruises and scrapes.
Shoving herself away from the barrier with her upper arm, Parineeti groaned and straightened her legs, ramming Emily with her body and driving her elbow up into the other actress' ribs. Emily tensed her back and grunted. Her feet stumbled away from the barrier as she bent to absorb the blow, but her mutual, tight clasp with Parineeti kept Emily from traveling more than a few inches. She circled Parineeti, and steadied herself as the two rivals refused to part, with one hand crushing the other actress upper arm, while the other encircled her back. Parineeti hissed, crouched, and tensed for another strike, only to shriek as Emily seized the opportunity. The dark haired actress' feet left the ground as Emily arched her back, hugging her around the waist and wobbling unsteadily. Before she could fall over backwards, Emily dropped to one knee, letting Parineeti fall onto her unyielding thigh crotch first.
While Parineeti's face showed no immediate sign of pain, the actress' hands went limp and slid off of Emily's body. Her bare legs shook and attempted to squeeze together around Emily's thigh, but there was no force behind them at all. Meanwhile, Emily gasped, hanging her head and steadying herself with one palm on the canvas. She remained kneeling, supporting Parineeti's weight with her leg until the other actress could no longer remain upright, and rolled backwards, thudding against the canvas.
Emily sighed, lowering her head as if in danger of collapsing as well. Instead, she placed both palms on her deadly thigh, heaved with all of her might, and stood up. Briefly imbued with energy, Emily staggered over to her downed enemy. Parineeti lay on her back, her long, dark hair spreading across the mat in all directions. Her left leg lay straight and motionless, while she retained just enough strength to bend her right leg, foot on the floor, to give a tiny sliver of protection to her body. Groaning, she covered her face with one arm and weakly lifted a shoulder from the canvas, trying to roll over but coming nowhere close. Emily's boot fell on her knee first, knocking it aside and leaving Parineeti writhing on the mat with her legs splayed. Raising her knee to her chest, Emily huffed, bounced on the mat, and brought her boot down on Parineeti's pelvis, causing the helpless actress to wheeze and hold her injured midsection.
Out of energy herself, Emily toppled forward, landing on all fours on top of her unconscious opponent. She crawled up, body swaying, to lay astride the beaten actress' body. Emily held Parineeti's hands to the mat over her head, flattened her rival to the mat with her body, and caught her breath as her points began to pile up.
Final scores
Parineeti Chopra - 2
Emily Browning - 60
Anna Popplewell vs Emily Browning
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Emily's jaw dropped open as her head rolled back. Her legs wiggled weakly, and Anna Popplewell's bear hug firmly compressing her upper body left her arms completely trapped. It was only an unusual coincidence that had left Emily in this position. For years, Anna made regular trips to Japan to tour the fight circuit and pit herself against various local actresses, models, and musicians. Her latest trip overlapped with Emily's own tour, and the two actresses quickly decided to fight it out directly rather than spending their whole trip competing for space. The odd situation was far from Anna's mind as she studied Emily's face, giving her an even tempered grimace from an inch away. Emily herself was equally distracted; with her body to weak to resist any longer, she could only whine pitifully and tilt her head away to avoid looking her conqueror in the face.
Anna jerked back, shaking her victim violently before giving her a forceful shove with both hands to her chest. Startled by the sudden motion, and suddenly allowed to breathe, Emily gasped wide eyed, staying on her feet and raising her fists to make a last stand. Before she could put an arm between herself and her opponent, Anna's knuckles crashed into Emily's chin. The pretty actress' eyes widened in helpless anticipation as she gasped for a split second, before the blow slammed her mouth shut, sent her head back, and left her yielding body plummeting towards the canvas.
Following through with her uppercut, Anna's fist swung upward to rise over her head. At the sound of Emily's unresponsive body thudding against the mat and jiggling, Anna beamed and hopped over the unconscious woman, before dropping down to kneel comfortably astride her chest. Emily's unresponsive arms, legs, and head shook once as Anna's butt smashed into her chest, but even this solid blow was not enough to open Emily's eyes.
Final scores
Anna Popplewell - 337
Emily Browning - 1
Saaya Irie vs Emily Browning
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With sweat dripping down her forehead, Emily Browning lunged ahead, clearly fatigued but still grasping for her opponent. Back to the chain link cage wall, Saaya jumped away out of her reach, raising her hands overhead and efficiently pulling herself higher, until she could look down on Emily from several feet above. Curling her body and raising her lower half, Saaya placed the soles of her feet on the barrier, balancing herself as she prepared to spring. In an instant, the petite fighter released the barrier and straightened her body, launching herself out and down feet first. Emily, slow to react, gurgled a confused complaint as both of Saaya's heels struck her face in the center.
Emily's arms fell to her sides. Her lower body tottered ahead on autopilot, while Saaya's body traveled ahead in a straight line, as if Emily's head had not blocked her path. In the end, Emily was thrown off her feet, nearly performing a full backflip, but striking the ground with the back of her head and neck instead. Saaya touched down beside Emily, rolling away gracefully as Emily's arms, legs, and butt bounced against the mat one by one.
With a quick scramble across the mat, Saaya returned to Emily, grasping her underneath the knee using her elbow. As she hooked the leg, Saaya nearly kicked Emily in the face with her own foot as she effortlessly bent the defenseless actress at the waist. As the scoreboard recognized the first of many three counts, Saaya looked up at the crowd with a big, proud grin.
This loss marked the end of Emily Browning's visit to Japan, but not her tour.
Final scores
Saaya Irie - 317
Emily Browning - 0
Huang Shengyi vs Emily Browning
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Huang Shengyi held onto Emily Browning tightly, tightly clenching her fist around a lock of the actress brown hair, while tying up her forearm using her other hand. Worn out and face to face with Emily, she could do little else. Briefly showing off her control, Emily marched the other actress around the ring backwards, bump the drooping, moaning actress roughly when she struggled. Dissatisfied, Emily stuck her foot in front of Huang's ankles and jerked her back by the hair and the upper arm. Huang made a brief high pitched grunt before completely losing her balance, toppling forward with her body rigid. Emily shifted position in midair, placing her hand on the back of her rival's head, and driving it straight down into the mat.
As Huang spasmed, Emily pushed herself to her feet, and wasted no time before stomping firmly on Huang's spine. Huang only had time to gurgle and slap the mat once before Emily's boot came down on her back again, flattening her against the mat with a thud. Teeth clenched, Emily bounced up and down heavily, bludgeoning the waning actress as she uselessly inched across the mat.
With a loud groan, Huang pushed to support herself on her hands and knees, hunching her back and immediately losing her balance. Just as she shot her hand forward to catch herself, avoiding a sudden face plant, Emily skittered across the mat with a wild eyed look and struck. Swinging her foot upwards in an arc, the rampaging actress struck her opponent on the underside of her face, whacking the helpless woman on the side of the head with her shin as well.
Huang's arms went limp and she fell forward, flattening her nose against the mat. With her chest heaving, Emily swung her foot at Huang's side, jerking her body roughly and continuing to roll her over onto her back with a series of stomps. Her foot stomped down forcefully on Huang's chest, grinding from side to side, beginning the first count as her shoulders failed to rise from the mat.
Final Scores
Huang Shengyi - 0
Emily Browning - 101
Rose McIver vs Emily Browning
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Rose McIver grimaced and stiffened her stomach muscles with all of her might. Emily responded by smirking and pressing her thighs together, crushing the blonde's waist mercilessly. The two actresses had been seated on the mat, side by side, in this position for several minutes. While the squeeze on her midsection had clearly taken its toll on Rose, she had still managed to tie up Emily's arms, and their upper bodies remained locked together in a silent, still stalemate. They stared off into space, refusing to make eye contact. Occasionally, one break a hand free and struggle for a more advantageous grip, only to find herself grabbed and trapped by the other again within seconds.
Still, each passing minute took its toll on Rose. Her head slumped forward, and when she shook it and tried to recover, Emily's crushing grip prevented her from gasping. Rose merely let her mouth flop open, eyes wide with shock. Seeing her chance, Emily released her grip on Rose's arms and lunged for her neck. The blonde reacted slowly, flailing a hand around to slap Emily's shoulder before weakly grasping her forearm. It was far too late. Emily tilted her head up and gave the audience a stoic but satisfied look as her arms encircled Rose's neck. Pulling back roughly, Emily bent the blonde's neck backwards as she applied an inescapable choke, interrupting her brief cough of protest.
Rose's hands slowly released their grip on Emily's forearm, and her arms fell to the canvas uselessly. Hugging Rose tightly, Emily rolled the unconscious woman onto her back for the pin. She dug her nails into Rose's back to check for a response, but continued to claw at her when the blonde lay still.
Rose McIver - 0
Emily Browning - 102
Though she had absorbed some terrible thrashings, Emily Browning's fans considered the tour a success, as she had emerged with more wins than losses against actresses on their home turf.
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Baby New Year Battle: Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin
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The match had begun promptly at 11:00 PM, with the expectation that like most other fights, it would be all over within thirty minutes time, giving everyone ample opportunity to prepare themselves for Midnight and the coming of the new year. However, no one had anticipated nor appreciated the level of animosity between the two combatants, and the fact that neither was willing to let the other win.
As a result, as the battle was nearing the 50 minute mark, Abigail and Ariel...each garbed only in white bikini panties...were still going at it, although both had clearly passed the limits of their exhaustion long ago. Nevertheless, their wills refused to allow them to cease.
There was a unique stipulation for this match, in that it could only be won (other than the usual knock-out or submission) by pinning your opponent's shoulders to the mansion's floor while the spectators counted down from ten to zero. Both beauties had tried for pins, but neither was able to hold her rival down for anything more than the count of three. Now however, it looked as if one might succumb to unconsciousness...or perhaps both might.
It was an intriguing sight to see: it began as Ariel was flat on her back and Abigail, kneeling on the carpet above her adversary's head, dropped her body down and buried Winter's face between Breslin's bare breasts for a smother. However, the brunette reached up and wrapped her arms around her tormentor's head, pulling it down so that the blonde's face was likewise nestled between her foe's orbs. The two began to roll back and forth across the floor, gasping for whatever breath they could find as they tried to smother each other out.
Finally they came to a halt, Abigail atop Ariel, but neither of them moving. They each lay still for more than ten seconds, and the onlookers wondered if they should start the countdown, or if it would even be valid since it appeared that the blonde was as unconscious as the brunette. But then Ariel suddenly spasmed back to life and with a moan and rolled Abigail off of her. Winter's chest heaved as she sucked in precious oxygen, but as much as her body begged her to lay there and recover, she knew she couldn't give her nemesis the time to do the same...especially since she could hear the groaning Breslin awaking from her stupor.
With every iota of strength she could muster, Ariel rolled over and dragged herself to Abigail, dropping her body like dead weight upon her hated foe's chest, pinning her down. Breslin squirmed feebly beneath her, but could not throw her off, as the crowd counted down...
THREE...
TWO...
ONE...
ZERO!!!
With that, at long last, the battle was over. Abigail was gingerly carried to a guest room to rest and recover, while Ariel was seated in a chair, a sash reading BABY NEW YEAR 2020 draped across her naked torso, and a glass of champagne placed in her hand to fortify her until the clock at last struck midnight, and all assembled cried out...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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Red Head Redemption
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Tired of the jokes and low grade disrespect that being a "ginger" brought with it, Chastain and Howard had decided to join forces. They stated their desire to represent every gorgeous red headed woman in Hollywood and all over the world. Their promise was to take down brunettes and blondes at every opportunity, especially those who they felt were undeserving.
Brie and Gilpin, buoyed by their Netflix success and training, had decided to make fantasy reality and enter the league as well. After a few easy matches, they were called out by the new duo and readily accepted. They had no problem hyping the match, telling anyone who would listen that their opponents would finish the match with a face full of Betty's boobs and Alison's ass.
As the match began, the teams seemed evenly matched. Howard and Gilpin were a bit bigger and thicker than their teammates, and matched power for power with no advantage gained. Brie and Chastain showed off their smaller, more athletic figures with a faster paced standoff, each landing a few spectacular moves but neither taking charge until a mistake by the redhead saw her trapped in her opponents corner. Betty hooked Jessica's arms from behind, allowing Alison to get a little dirty and attack the older fighter's more sensitive areas.
Chastain yelped as Brie mauled her breasts then switched the attack and went low. Gilpin finally released her hold, but the redhead was already feeling the effects and couldn't disengage the hand that was working over her tender womanhood. She audibly gasped as the brunette snuck a finger under her ring gear and inserted it in the well lubricated snatch of the fading redhead. In a moment of desperation, Chastain grabbed onto Brie and pulled both of them to the floor outside the ring. Gilpin went to break up the catball and put both women back in the ring, keeping her teams advantage, but was pulled from the situation by the referee.
As the zebra has his back turned, a commotion started in the crowd when they saw the other woman.
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With the ref busy with Betty, Amy Adams had sprinted down the aisle and grabbed Brie from behind. She quickly posted the brunette, cracking the woman's head open on impact. Adams then secured a body lock and hit a pile driver, leaving the brunette convulsing and incapacitated. Betty broke free of the ref's attention, but the third redhead had already scurried to the back. The blonde grabbed her partner, rolled the brunette in the ring, and quickly tagged herself in. She went to pull Chastain into the ring by the hair, but was blindsided by Howard.
The next few minutes saw the redheads take turns wearing down the big blonde, sapping her energy and leaving her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. With Brie still incapacitated in the corner, the audience began to accept the inevitable. The blonde's clothes were dispensed of by her foes, her now naked body glistening with sweat. Finally, Howard positioned Gilpin on her stomach and sat down on the blonde's back. She secured a loose headlock with her left arm while reaching back with her right and applying a bowling ball hold. Expecting a submission, the crowd murmured as they realized the bigger readhead wasn't going for the submission, but the orgasm. Unable to fight it any longer, the blonde let out a pleasure filled moan as her body betrayed her and then was rolled over for the elementary 3 count.
As the victors stood with their arms raised, the were joined by Adams and another redhead, Isla Fisher.
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A tired, but smiling Chastain took the mic.
"We're going to change the celebrity fighting world and there's nothing that any of you can do about it. Next up, the Layover girls are going to get laid out. Upton and Daddario, your time is up."
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"It just doesn't seem fair," Jane murmured to Betty. The two women sat facing each other, their legs tangled in an inseparable knot. The similarity ended there. While Jane sat firmly on the mat with her back arched, supporting herself with palms on the mat, Betty squirmed helplessly, each position causing her to wince and shift. She lay flat on the mat, supporting herself on her upper back, and lifted her hips entirely, before sighing and flopping down. She pushed on the mat with her hands, trying to drag herself away from Jane. Groaning, Betty even sat up straight and rammed her lower body forward, trying to knock her tormentor loose. No matter what, Jane barely jiggled, gazing at Betty coolly with a hint of amusement on her lips.
"I give my best effort, wipe out my so called rival, for... a pat on the head and another opponent next week." Betty's lip quivered as she attempted to roll over. While she twisted her back far enough point her face and chest to the mat, Jane's legs had her entire lower body trapped. She gasped and collapsed on her back, chest heaving. "But you barely try, and you get a million bucks* and a vacation."
Betty tilted her head back and grimaced, wiggling her shoulders and back in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure. Baring her teeth, she bent her head, shoulders and neck forward, swiping at Jane's puffed out chest with one hand. "Maybe you'll never be worth as much as me!" she snarled, distracting herself from the pain as she went on the offensive. Jane pulled her head back, eyes wide with surprise. She pressed her lips together in a reserved frown as she locked up with Betty, grasping her by the wrist and forearm, but she glared at the blonde with a special fury. "You filthy tramp! I oughtta break your neck when I'm done with your money makers!" Disregarding Jane's words, Betty interrupted and nearly drowned her out with a loud roar.
Though Betty struggled fiercely, arms flexed, she was far worse off than before. Bit by bit, Jane had slid her hands up the blonde's arms, forcing their bodies closer together. While Jane was equally immobile, Betty's knees were twisted to their limit. As the seconds ticked by, Betty's howls of anger became wails of pain, and she began to twitch helplessly in Jane's arms. "Mercy! Jane, please! Eeeeee!" Jane snorted and let Betty fall to the canvas.
While she was off of her feet for some time, Betty Grable and her legs made a full recovery, and she did not collect her insurance payout. However, the match was not without long term consequences. Betty Grable's insurance company had previously considered her a low risk policyholder. Her regular encounters with Jane Russell forced them to recalculate. When it came time for Betty to renew her contract, the insurance company gave her a choice between forgoing further attempts to beat Jane Russell, or absurdly high premiums. Betty chose the latter, effectively paying through the nose for the privilege of being beaten senseless repeatedly.
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*Editor's note: Betty Grable's legs were insured for one million dollars.
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Perfection, my friend! :)
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Anon I do love your stories from the past.
I'm into thin women dominated by larger stronger bigger titted opponent. So I hope in a story of you with lovely skinny Audrey Hepburn easy outmuscled crushed and humiliated by some busty rival.
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Bindi Irwin opened her email and got an unexpected message from another small, curvy celeb. The message was simply one picture with accompanying text.
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Plenty of people talk about how great my tits are, not enough talk about my juicy ass. You'll get to see it up close and personal soon.
Ariel Winter loved that Bindi was game to keep fighting her despite the fact that it was one of the few matchups where the Modern Family star was taller than her opponent. She loved the fact that Irwin's own big boobs weren't close to firm enough to compete with hers. Most of all, she loved that the good girl image was just that and there were no depths the Aussie wouldn't sink to.
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A few days later, the young crocodile girl stared down her familiar opponent as both were alone in the Aussie girl's bedroom.
Clothes hit the floor before a word was spoken. The battle went back and forth for the first several minutes, but Ariel's extra strength and new found fitness began wearing down her chunkier opponent, the Aussie's mouth hanging open as she began breathing heavily. Before she knew what was happening, the American shoved one of her bigger tits in the younger woman's face, making it even more difficult for Bindi to breathe. Seeing her foe begin to falter, Ariel maneuvered herself behind her foe and slapped her legs together in a scissor around the soft center of the shorter girl. With no defense being offered, the American actress slipped one hand around to grope a big, soft breast while her other went between Bindi's legs and began gently pumping.
Moments later, the dominant woman felt her opponent's body shiver with an orgasm that made the extractor of it proud. Rolling the loser over onto her stomach, Winter slapped the flabby ass of her conquest before sticking another finger in and pumping the girl back to excitement. She rolled the Aussie back onto her back, then planted her gorgeous ass on the younger girls face and smiled broadly at the lips and tongue that were worshiping ever inch of her well shaped derriere. Seeing the submissive side of Bindi surface again, Ariel climbed onto the loser's bed and presented her naked body to the other woman with the implicit demand to be serviced. Beaten, and compliant, the younger, smaller woman dutifully began sucking one of the victor's big tits while feverishly fingering her conqueror.
The door creaked open, with a wide-eyed Terri staring at the scene. Before she could utter a word, the American calmly stated, "You can step back out and keep your dignity or come on in and end up just like your weak little girl."
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The door closed and Ariel went back to enjoying the fruits of her dominance, only slightly disappointed that the Aussie milf backed down from defending her family's honor.
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June Wilkinson vs Jane Fonda
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June Wilkinson took a stumbling step forward. Her red, parted lips glistened as her eyes drifted downwards, past Jane Fonda's fit body, rapidly advancing on her. With great effort, she jerked her head up and lunged, blinking her sagging eyelids to force them open.
Jane's right fist struck June's upper jaw before she noticed it coming. June's head skewed awkwardly on impact, stretching her neck. Her cheeks and lips stretched and distorted grotesquely, as the soft skin slowly reacted to the hard blow. With her eyes crossed, June dropped her guard and slumped forward. A slight twitch from her legs sent her breasts wobbling back and forth in her leotard, as she twirled to crash into the canvas on her side. Surprised to see her opponent go down so quickly, Jane skidded on the canvas, pulling back in mid swing to avoid striking June as she fell.
Now, with her opponent motionless, Jane allowed herself to display a small, triumphant smile. June's breathing had become more relaxed, but as more time passed, Jane stared at her unresponsive foe with her brow furrowing in concern. She knelt down beside June and swatted the woman's cheek lightly, wobbling her head back and forth without any reaction from the unconscious blonde. A few more vigorous slaps failed to rouse June, but did make her slowly roll onto her back, head flopping to point away from Jane.
Suddenly, June's eyes opened wide, and she sucked in a deep, gasping breath. She reached upwards, both arms stiff, and bared her teeth. Shrieking ferociously, June kicked her legs and raised her body, lunging at Jane's face.
Jane uttered a small squeak, just after instinctively punching straight down. Her knuckles crushed June's nose, shot her head back, and sent the back of her skull straight into the mat. June's limbs twitched before spreading across the mat in all directions. Glaring suspiciously, Jane swung a lithe leg over June's body to sit on her chest, squashing the busty blonde flat against the mat. She pouted, fists clenched, clearly expecting June to recover from her stupor.
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Alexandra Daddario vs Taylor Swift Rematch
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Humility is a virtue. It isn't a virtue one easily acquires. Humility comes from hardship, from realizing that you are not the most important person; it comes from losing. Humility is a virtue Alexandra Daddario was taught very recently at the hands of Taylor Swift.
Alex had underestimated her opponent and paid the ultimate price for it. She was beaten, stripped and humiliated in front of her peers, coaches, A-list celebrities and, worst of all, her fans. Daddario didn't even stay around for the post fight interview, she instead tweeted an apology to everyone she had let down. Taylor wasn't even suppose to last 2 minutes in the ring, which is why everyone was shocked when Taylor choked out the brunette and proceeded to humiliate her in the center of the ring.
Alex stood in front of the mirror in her dressing room, staring herself in the face, "This time it will be different. This time, I'm prepared." Alex nods to herself and makes her way to the ring. Daddario is met with resounding cheers from her loyal fanbase, the raucous clatter adding some pep to her step. Alexandra's firm body is garbed in a dark blue, two-piece bikini that hugs her curvaceous figure.
Standing in the ring is Taylor Swift, the woman that robbed her of her dignity. Miss Swift cruelly smirks at her rival, her patent red lips curling up. "Oh my, what a modest outfit, Alex," Taylor sarcastically sneers, "You know, you sure wear some slutty outfits for someone who was sooo embarrassed to be topless 2 weeks ago." The leggy blonde simpers while strutting around the ring. Her mile-long legs accentuated by her low-cut shorts and her firm bosom protrudes from the black halter top hugging her chest.
Everyone counted Taylor out the last time these celebs fought, but now everyone was eyeing the Princess of Pop as the favorite. The Vegas elite were betting on Taylor, while the fans were praying for Alexandra to receive her redemption. The battle that ensued was one for the ages, filled with a combination of skillful footwork and wild hair pulling and clothes ripping. Both blue-eyed beauties gave it their all until one finally dropped. In the end, after the dust settled, a pair of long legs were splayed in the center of the ring, with another set of long legs straddling the downed beauty's body. "Rise and shine, sweetie," the victrix cooed into her rival's ear, playfully patting her cheeks.
With her head ringing, a weight pressing down on her body, the tall diva blinked up at the lights, her blue eyes widening in fear as the silhouette of her rival comes into focus. "P...please don't..."
"Don't what?" The top woman asks, playfully biting her manicured nail. "What is it you think I'm gonna do?"
"Please, please, pleaseeee. Don't smother me." The beaten woman pleads, squirming uncomfortably. "You could choke me out, just don't do that!"
"Oh, Taylor," Alex smiles and reaches down, grabbing a handful of blonde locks, "choking you out? Where would be the fun in that?"
Taylor twists her body and screams out, "NOOOOMPPPHH!" But Alex quickly cuts her off, dropping her two, sweat-soaked, nude breasts ontop of Swifts protesting face. Swift had once again stripped Alex of her clothing, only this time she made the mistake of doing it before the match was over. Due to this mistake, Taylor is now forced to endure Daddario's twins.
Taylor kicks and screams as Alex buries the blonde's face into the deep crevice of her bare cleavage. And just when Alex believes Taylor is almost out, she rises up just enough for Swift to suck in some much needed oxygen before plopping her tits right back down on her nose and mouth. Daddario couldn't help but grin as she bore down on Taylor, using the same jugs Swift scratched and clawed in their last fight to put the conniving blonde out was poetic justice.
Alex once again raised off of Taylor, but this time she actually sat up, framing Taylor's face with her thighs. Alex couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the Pop Diva. Her trademark red lipstick was smeared, her mascara was running down her ruddy cheeks and her once immaculate hair is now a frizzy, sweaty, blonde mop.
Alex grins down at Swift, "Remember what you did to me last fight?" Taylor wordlessly gasps, shaking her head in surrender. "I'll tell you what you did," Alex growls, snatching Taylor's head up by the hair and glaring into her watery eyes, "you shoved my face into your sweaty crotch and held me there, forcing me to breathe in your musk! And your shorts didn't provide ANY barrier from your fishy vag! That was sooo disgusting!" Alexandra roars, snagging Taylor's hair in tight.
"Please... don't. I.. I'm sorry." Taylor croaks, her face twisted up in the throes of an all-out ugly cry. Alex jerks Taylor's head, forcing her to yelp, snapping her out of her infantile fit. "Don't worry, I'm not as cruel as you. I would never just hold someone's nose to my crotch and repeatedly pull away just to prolong the humiliation. I'm not you, Taylor. You're so beneath me."
Just when Taylor sighs in relief, Alex lifts up and slowly drops her pelvis down. Taylor frantically shakes her head and shrieks. Her eyes comically buldge out of her head and her body thrashes in dismay as Alexandra Daddario thrusts her exposed pussy against Taylor's mortified, grimacing face.
This time Taylor wanted to take the humiliation a step further and strip Alex of her bottoms as well, rendering her completely nude. Taylor was currently regretting this decision as her face became a humping post for Daddario. Alex, for her part, stayed true to her word. She didn't just hold Taylor's nose to her crotch, occasionally pulling away to prolong the torture. Instead, Alex bore down on Taylor's nose, riding it, gripping it with her vaginal muscles. Alex bounced and gyrated her hips, causing her nude breasts to bounce up and down, drawing attention to the red imprint of Taylor's unwilling lips pressed against them, courtesy of the earlier breast smother. Furthermore, Alex never lifted off Taylor's face, not even once. She rode Taylor until she felt the impending, built up tsunami of endorphins run through her body and flow between her thighs.
When the dust settled, Alexandra Daddario climbed off her slumbering foe and placed a foot on her heaving, white bra-clad breast. The victorious brunette struck a cute muscle pose, grinning down at the sight of Taylor Swifts face. Her blonde hair was disheveled, her red lipstick-smeared lips were parted and her porcelain skin gleamed in a sheen of Daddario's juices and Swift's tears.
Alex, adding a final brush stroke to her artistic masterpiece, picks up Taylor's long legs and folds them up over her body. She slowly licks the palm of her hand and delivers a single, open-palmed smack to Taylor's thong-clad ass, leaving a red imprint on her left cheek that matches the color of her thong. Daddario drops Taylor's legs and exits the ring with her head held high, leaving the Pop Princess in the ring. Taylor Swift is left unconscious, blissfully unaware of Daddario's juices staining her tastebuds, clogging her nostrils and penetrating every pore of her multi-million dollar face.
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Now thats the Tay Tay we've come to know and love! ;D
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The 2000's: An Erotic Retrospect
The early 2000's were filled with a multitude of raunchy, coming-of-age comedies. These comedies showcased upcoming, young talent whom would become the stars of today. This collection is composed of fights that took place in the early to mid 2000's. And following with the theme of raunchy, coming-of-age comedies, each fight is prefaced by a quote from American Pie.
Paula Garcés vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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"I would like to make an announcement. There is a gorgeous woman masturbating on my bed"
Michelle's mouth trembled and hung open wide. High-pitched squeaks rise up from her throat courtesy of her nimble fingers. The pale brunette was going to town on herself, her fingers drawing concentrated circles over her aroused clit. Her pale cheeks were flushed red and her sensitive nipples were erect and stiff. She could feel an orgasm begin to build up and once again a sudden and intense pain would jolt her back to reality.
"Come on, Michelle, we don't have all night!" Paula growls in her ear, pinching Michelle's exposed nipples and harshly twisting them. A ear-splitting scream reverberates against the walls of the spacious hotel suite as Paula wrenches the tender nub upward before releasing it.
Michelle pathetically sniffles and goes back to work, rubbing her clit with as much gusto as she could muster. The young brunette had been stripped naked, spanked and was now forced to pleasure herself while Paula Garcés watched with uninhibited glee. Trachtenberg just couldn't take anymore humiliation and she knew Paula wouldn't be satisfied until she satisfied herself.
Michelle knew her body better than anyone and knew exactly how to get herself off. She closed her eyes, ignoring the camera crew capturing this mortifying experience, and inserted her index and middle fingers in her warm pussy. She began fingering herself while simultaneously rubbing her clit with her thumb.
The sensation quickly overwhelmed her, sending her into the throes of a rapturous orgasm. She was so lost in ecstacy, she didn't even realize Paula straddling her face and lowering her tight, bronzed ass down until it was too late and she was engulfed in blackness.
Jamie-Lynn Sigler vs Lacey Chabert
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"Well... you have seen me. Now it is my turn to see you. Strip."
"Wait... what?" Jamie-Lynn cried in disbelief, looking up at Chabert's sneering face. "But... but I didn't even want to see you!" Sigler pathetically whimpered, struggling underneath her opponent.
Jamie wasn't wrong. Chabert involuntarily peeled down the top-half of her trademark low-cut catsuit, unveiling her large, bronzed breasts. Lacey even gave her girls a shake before shoving them against the young Soprano's starlet's resisting face. She didn't seem to mind having her tits out in public. But that wasn't the point. The point was to break the spoiled girl. Sigler was riding high from her famous role as Meadow Soprano and Lacey intended to do bring her down a notch.
Lacey flashes her teeth and bends down, hovering her heaving, bare breasts over Sigler's rosy face, "There's no need to lie. I could tell you wanted to see them, so I gave you a very up-close view. Now, it's only fair you show me yours," Lacey surveys Sigler's curve-hugging two-piece bikini and playfully runs her fingernail along the bikini cups, "but if you're too shy I could always smother you out again." Lacey leans in close and whispers in her opponent's ear. "Just know that if you make me do all the work, I promise you will be sorry. Not only will I strip you, I will violate your skinny little body. You won't be able to walk right once I'm finished with you. Capisce?"
Jamie nods in compliance and Chabert rises up, allowing her opponent to rise up. The Sopranos starlet openly sobs, her bottom lip quivering, as she involuntarily untied her bikini, letting it fall to the canvas. Camera strobes light up the arena, photographing every moment of the young brunette's misfortune.
"Good," Lacey nods, "now the bottoms." Jamie stares wide-eyed at Chabert, mouth agape, "But... you aren't even naked AND you took off your own top! I didn't do anything!" Jamie squeals, but a angry glare from Chabert is all it takes for the young actress to comply. With tears falling down her cheeks and splattering the canvas below, Jamie-Lynn peels down her bikini bottoms, revealing her shaven vagina and firm, bronzed ass.
Even though Jamie had followed Lacey's instructions and stripped herself nude, attempting to shield her exposed body with her arms was a crucial mistake. Lacey didn't want the little brat to hide even an inch of skin. In the end, Jamie-Lynn lay in a quite unladylike position, with her limbs spread-eagle, in the center of the ring, her face practically sparkling from Lacey Chabert's tit sweat.
Lacey Chabert vs Paula Garcés
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"What? You think I don't know how to get myself off?"
The question was met with an infuriated, bloodcurdling scream. Paula sneered and bore down even harder. The question was rhetorical. She didn't actually expect Lacey to respond, but Paula was happy she did. The sensation of Lacey screaming into her gaping vagina sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "What was that, hun? I couldn't quite hear you," Garcés lets down at Chabert's buldging, saucer-like eyes.
Paula couldn't see the rest of Lacey's face because she was currently grinding her pussy across the rest of it. And no matter how much Lacey thrashed and twisted her head, she was unable to unseat her rival. In fact, the more she shook her head, the further her nose and mouth was buried inside the Columbian-American's pussy.
Lacey had never found herself in this predicament before. She didn't realize how great it felt to ride and conquer your struggling prey, nor did she realize that screaming would prove to be a triple whammy --- depriving her of precious oxygen, getting her opponent off and causing Lacey to recieve a mouthful of Paula's vaginal fluids, all at once.
Lacey was becoming lightheaded. Her breathing passages were becoming clogged up by the stick substance of an impending orgasm. But just when she was about to meet the warm embrace of unconsciousness, Lacey felt Paula's thighs shut tight around her ears and a gushing of warm nectar flowing over her face.
Paula rose on shakey, post-coital legs and wrapped her plush bath robe back around her nude body. She leans down until she's face-to-face with her rival. Taking a page from American Pie, Paula growls down at Lacey, "What's my name? Say my name, bitch!"
Lacey is a sobbing mess. Her hair is disheveled and matted over her cum-drenched, rubbed-raw features. She opens her mouth, allowing a stream of juices to pour from her lower lip, and sputters, "P...PPP... PAULA"
Miss Gracés smiled and places her barefoot on Lacey's naked bosom, crushing it under her heel, and poses victoriously as Chabert mewls underneath.
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Priyanka Chopra vs Scarlett Johansson
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The blonde let out a sharp gasp of pain, an ugly hand-shaped red mark discoloring the alabaster skin of her chest, courtesy of the chop delivered to that spot just moments before. Scarlett stumbled back a few steps, grimacing in discomfort. And before she could recover her wits and go back on the offensive, Priyanka delivered a tomahawk chop blow to her forehead, dropping Johansson to one knee in a momentary daze.
Sensing victory, Chopra stepped back a bit, then drew her right leg back, preparing to deliver a kick to her opponent's face. But despite the grueling battle they had been waging, the American beauty had more stamina than her adversary had anticipated, and with a growl Scarlett jumps up to her feet and lunges at the Indian, intent on tackling her to the penthouse floor.
But Priyanka has some surprises of her own. Instantly recovering over her shock even as she falls backward, she manages to bring her right knee up against Johansson's belly, and as they land on the floor, the brunette uses their momentum to flip Scarlett up and over. The blonde lands with a thud on her back, grunting from the impact. Both beauties then roll up and get back up, as Scarlett throws a wild haymaker punch at her rival's jaw.
Had she been just an inch or two closer, Johansson's blow would have struck. Unfortunately for her, it barely grazed the exotic Indian's face, and the momentum caused her to spin around, leaving her off-balance. Chopra instantly took advantage of this, grasping her opponent's body, dipping her knees, and with a growl lifting the blonde up over her shoulders for a torture rack! Scarlett howled in agony as her lush body was agonizingly bent, her last dregs of power drained away from the pain. And Priyanka never looked more magnificent as she held her rival helplessly, rivulets of sweat glistening across her taut russet flesh.
Despite her anguish, Johansson refused to submit, so the exotic Indian released her, letting the blonde slide down her back and crash to the floor in a moaning heap. Chopra then pounced on Scarlett's back, pinning her body to the floor with her own, while she snaked her right arm across the American's throat for a Rear Naked Choke. Scarlett's eyes went wide with panic as she gasped and struggled for breath, her face purpling as her hands clutched and tugged in futility at the limb wrapped tight across her windpipe. Finally she began to tap furiously on her tormentor's arm...but Priyanka ignored it, and kept her stranglehold tightly applied. Having proven her supremacy by driving the blonde to submit, the Indian was now determined to utterly annihilate Johansson by driving her into unconsciousness.
It didn't take long. Scarlett's glassy eyes rolled up and her lids fluttered shut as her body when dishrag limp. Only then did Priyanka release her hold. Standing up, she planted a foot upon the rear end of her slumbering foe and raised her balled fists high above her head, as the cheers of the spectators washed over her.
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Diana
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Jayne's boots skidded backwards on the mat. For an instant, she flailed her slender arms and ran in place, eyelids pulled back in fear as she nearly lost her balance. But Jayne quickly gained purchase on the mat and launched herself forward.
Diana had regained her balance faster, and was already airborne.
When Diana's flying feet tapped Jayne's upper chest, the curvy, leaping blonde straightened her legs suddenly, delivering an overpowering blow to Jayne's body. Even though Jayne had built up speed, the collision halted her on the spot, knocking her off her feet, and sending her to the ground before she could even try to break the fall. Her face contorted in surprise as she hit the mat, ass in the air. Jayne's long legs waved as she tumbled backward, to land seated in the corner of the ring. Grasping at the ropes, she groaned, lifting her body from the mat briefly only to collapse with a sigh.
Diana already stood over her. She bent down to grasp Jayne's disheveled blonde hair in both hands, prompting another shriek from the jelly limbed actress. Jayne's hands rose to weakly tug at Diana's wrists, prompting Diana to snarl and use her body as a club to squash Jayne against the post.
As Jayne's hair began to give way, coming out in clumps in her hand, Diana moved in to support her victim with her body, squashing her against the post. Lowering her body and spreading her feet on the mat for balance, Diana hefted the senseless Jayne with a grunt. She held the dazed actress horizontally across her chest, with one arm wrapped around her curvy thigh, and the other encircling her neck.
Jayne gasped and blinked her eyes as Diana began to carry her off. Returning to life, she flailed in every direction at once. Diana grimaced. Jayne's hands slapping at her shoulders and back did not phase the tough actress, but each windmilling swing of Jayne's lower body forced Diana to stagger in a new direction. Jayne's strong legs ran in place for a moment, before the lower leg went limp and the upper leg kicked upwards full force. Jayne hissed, wide eyed, taking rapid breaths as she struggled to twist her upper body free.
Diana gritted her teeth and exhaled. Despite her strength, she had no way to throw her enemy. After a particularly enthusiastic leg swing from Jayne nearly sent her to the canvas, Diana grunted and lunged. Carrying Jayne in her arms, the dominant actress ran directly into the corner post again. Jayne absorbed the impact, crushed against the post by Diana's body, and immediately stiffened. Jayne's lower back had struck the post perfectly, crushing her core muscles and bludgeoning her spine. She wheezed and weakly clutched at Diana's forearms.
Twirling away from the post, Diana faced the center of the ring, with Jayne helpless in her arms. With her cargo now holding still for the moment, Diana grunted, lifting her up to shoulder height. Snarling, the powerfully built blonde shoved Jayne away, before straightening her arms and hurling the stunned woman straight down with all of her might. Jayne's flight was short. Her falling body shook the ring as it smashed into the ground, landing on her already injured lower back. Jayne's face froze in a grimace. Her legs went rigid, her back arched, and her head turned up. Without warning, she collapsed completely. Diana stalked closer. Jayne only stared up at the ceiling, fully conscious, but unable to move aside from the slow rise and fall of her chest. Diana ended her slow, seductive approach a few inches away, and mercifully placed her foot on Jayne's upper chest to begin the count out.The sight of Diana, chin up, chest out, and boot trampling the once mighty Jayne Mansfield, was certainly enough to worry her next batch of opponents. Diana herself was more amused by the sight of Jayne struggling to lift a single trembling hand from the mat.
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A few select Hollywood friends and power brokers were invited to an unexpected clash. Alexandra Daddario had been challenged to a fight that could only end in tit smother by Betty Gilpin. Nobody knew why, for sure, but it seemed that the blonde didn't like the fact that Daddario got so many younger roles despite being older than Gilpin. They were stunningly different despite being born just a few months apart in different Manhattan neighborhoods. With GLOW a raging success, and several other roles elevating her status in the industry, Betty thought now was the time to strike. She had one other request, that a close friend of Alexandra be there to observe the fight.
And a fight it was, though the slightly shorter blonde packed bigger tits, hips, and ass to the tune of 20 or more pounds of bulk in her curvy frame. The brunette stayed competitive for several minutes, occasionally getting her sexy D cups near the face of her opponent. However, it was all for naught. The wrestling training Gilpin had done for GLOW had transformed her body, increasing her strength and stamina to a level that the thinner woman couldn't hang with. Betty wasted little time once she gained control. She did slip the brunette's top down and maul her gorgeous boobs, but only as a means of wearing her foe down before going for the finish. Wearing her red one piece from the show, Gilpin lowered her shoulder straps and then lowered her full tits onto the face of the barely struggling brunette. Her strength advantage kept Daddario from putting up much of a fight once the smother was applied, and it was only moments later that the blue eyed cutie was unconscious.
A splash of water on the face woke up the loser, and she stood meekly with eyes wide as the woman who defeated her revealed the next part of her plan.
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Betty iced down her shoulder as she addressed the requested friend of Alexandra's who sat on the couch watching the whole time. "Any time you're ready, bimbo, I'm going to make blonde's the hottest thing in the world again. I don't know if you're still losing baby weight, or if you're just that fat without photoshop, but know that I'm going to destroy those floppy tits and smother your ugly ass face just like I did your slut friend."
Hoping that her challenge would set the stage for a chance to further climb the Hollywood ladder, Betty had to be disappointed with the response. "Honey, even if I wasn't ready to get back into the game, I could take Butterface Betty any day of the week. You rest up from this for a week, and then I'll show you why Kate Upton is the titty queen of Hollywood." With that, Upton turned to the rest of the observers and began chatting and smiling as if nothing had happened, her still fabulous tits nearly flopping out of her dress, while Betty glared with a look of anger and disappointment setting in.
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Taylor Swift VS Jennifer Lawrence
It had been a savage match as soon as the bell rang. There was slamming, stomping, pulling and punching as they used the entirety of the ring to their disposal. Just when it seemed the match would be a stalemate, one woman gained the advantage over the other and acted on it immediately. Taylor Swift managed to sneak in from her opponent, whose senses she had managed to distract with a sneaky uppercut to the jaw just moments before. Swift's arms wrapped around Jennifer Lawrence in a crushing reverse bearhug, Her lithe arms locked tight across Lawrence's ample bosom, and began to squeeze the blonde with such pressure that Jen's respectable 34Cs were pressed against her lungs, preventing her from drawing anything past a slight wheeze. Lawrence squirmed in Taylor's grip, trying to free her arms which were locked at the side as she grunted and groaned frustratingly.
"Ah, no getting out of this one until you and your overrated tits submit!" Taylor whispered jovially into her straining rival's ears as she squeezed tight, eliciting a grunt from the blonde's gullet as her own modest 32B bust pressed against the small of Lawrence's back. Swift then slowly descended onto her own back, still maintaining the hug whilst also ensnaring the buxom battler in a body scissors as she wrapped her fearsome legs around Lawrence's waist. The cruel songstress then began to squeeze Lawrence mercilessly with both sets of limbs, switching between her arms and her indomitable thighs and relaxing the other set between, "You're about to learn right now that no one bests me... or escapes from my perfect legs!"
Jen's arms flailed and her nose flared in panic as she gasped pitifully for breath, but found it nigh impossible to draw even a single modicum of air. Every minuscule shadow of Taylor's hamstrings were apparent against her smooth white skin as she continued to squeeze with her powerful thighs. She let out a loud grunt, trying to pry Taylor's thighs apart, but it was a fruitless endeavor.
"Nnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" roared Lawrence as the blonde nevertheless fought hard to free herself. But the singer's thighs felt like steel bands constricting around her ribs as they bore down unrelentingly. Jen mewled and whined as she tried to escape the hold, but once Taylor locked her ankles, there was little one could do against her legs. Soon, J-Law's fighting became struggling... and soon her struggling became sleeping.
Jen's arms soon hit the mat as she went limp, following one final convulsion of her entire body. Swift stood up groggily and planted a foot atop her beaten rival's stomach, crossing her arms triumphantly as the crowd ate her up. She leaned down gracefully, using her pinky to snag the brassiere of her opponent, which had come undone during Lawrence's unladylike struggling. She twirled it on her finger as she left the ring, cementing yet another victory for 2020.
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Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens
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The two beauties stood glaring at one another, their nude bodies, having long since been stripped of their flimsy bikinis, glistened with sweat. It had been, as always, a grueling contest between the two, pushing both to their limits and beyond. And now, years in the making, a realization was dawning on them: they had become too evenly matched.
They had fought one another time and again,each time so evenly matched, one warrior could only hope to eke out a victory. Now, they simply knew one another's strengths and weaknesses, the flaws to exploit, the moves to counter, far too intimately for either Hayden or Vanessa to gain control over the other. It was, for all intents and purposes, a perfect stalemate.
Of course, stalemate is unacceptable to either woman. Each had devoted hours of her life in brutal combat to not simply beat the other, but to dominate her, to shatter her pride. Hatred is too weak a word to describe the emotion they have for each other.
So if either was going to win tonight, she would have to throw caution to the wind and try something entirely out of the ordinary for her. It was a great risk, but would be the only way to achieve the reward of victory.
As if on some unheard signal, the two beauties suddenly launched themselves at one another. But just as they began to lock up, Panettiere suddenly threw a knee-lift to her rival's belly. Hudgens let out a sharp gasp and doubled over. But none suspected this was exactly what the brunette wanted.
Ignoring her pain, Vanessa suddenly wrapped her arms around the waist of the startled blonde and hoisted her up, throwing Hayden across her shoulders. Given how physically spent she was, this was about as high-risk as the brunette could dare; if her body were to suddenly give out and she collapsed to the floor with her opponent atop her, Hudgens was doomed. But with adrenaline coursing through her veins, she let how a banshee's wail and began to twirl around and around. Now Hayden was the one wailing, as her senses reeled from the airplane spin. She had no experience in dealing with this in all of her previous matches with Vanessa, and panic paralyzed the blonde from making any successful attempt to break free.
Suddenly Hudgens released her unwilling passenger, and with a yowl Hayden went crashing to the floor in a dazed heap. Vanessa attempted to press her advantage, but she was left so dizzy herself by the spinning, she could only stagger around. With a groan, Panettiere slowly rolled over onto her stomach and pressed her palms to the floor, shutting her eyes as the room still spun around her, and taking a deep breath as she prepared to push up to all fours. Frantic to not let her adversary recover, Hudgens decided to make the most of her addled condition, and she let herself flop down atop the blonde's back.
Their bodies were both so slick, Vanessa nearly slid off of her foe. But she managed to remain on top, and she snaked her arms around Panettiere's head, locking on a sleeperhold...or what she hoped was a sleeper, as the brunette had never used one before. But the goddess of luck held with her, and she indeed apply the hold well enough to inhibit the blood flow to Hayden's brain, quickly sapping her of her last dregs of strength, and soon enough leaving the blonde semi-conscious.
Determining that Hayden was indeed unable to continue, the ombudsman declared the match over and Vanessa rolled off of her and laid on her back, her chest heaving for breath, as she was completely spent. It wasn't the all-encompassing devastation of her arch-rival she dreams of, but it's still a win, and she will savor it.
And the lesson which both beauties take from this is that they need to expand their arsenal of moves for the next time they meet.
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Flashback 1999: Alyson Hannlgan vs Kristen Miller
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By this point, Alyson most assuredly knew she had made a horrible mistake.
When Kristen had challenged her to a penthouse boxing match, the redhead breezily agreed. True, she had never boxed before, but she knew how to use her fists, and she figured that was all she needed.
She didn't know just how wrong she was. The difference between knowing how to throw a fist and how to throw a punch is critical, and as Hannlgan swiftly learned, the blonde knows very well how to throw punches...very damaging ones at that. Meanwhile, Aly flailed at her, most of her blows scoring nothing as her gloves struck Miller's arms; the rope-a-dope sufficiently exhausted Hannlgan without causing Kristen to suffer much damage.
As the redhead sputtered on fumes, her opponent unleashed a torrent of punches, hammering away relentlessly at Hannlgan's belly and head. There was no ring in this bout, no ropes to seek safety at...the entire room was the ring; and so Alyson staggered and reeled backward, frantic to escape the whirlwind of blows, but finding there was nowhere she could run. Her arms leaden, she could barely ward off a third of the gloves that smashed into her. She knew she was doomed.
Worse still was her rival's sneering laughter as she pounded the vaunted redhead like a ragdoll. Hannlgan seethed, as she knew that in a catfight, she could kick the blonde's ass. Screw this! she finally thought, and she pulled her gloves off. With a growl Aly threw herself at Kristen, driving her shoulder into the blonde's belly and wrapping her arms around her waist, intent on bringing her down to the floor where the advantage would go to the enraged redhead.
However, seeing her adversary suddenly abandon pugilism and charge at her. Miller managed to ride out the impact and remained upright, allowing herself to be pushed backward until her back hit the wall. She gave a small grunt, but she was very happy, knowing she now had the chance to take control. Moving with viper swiftness, Kristen slammed her elbow down into Alyson's back, even as she drove her right knee up into the redhead's chest. The dual blows caused Hannlgan to release her hold and stumble backward.
Moments later, Miller's left leg lashed out, the ball of her foot tagging the battered Alyson's chin with a pinpoint superkick. Hannlgan's body flew backwards violently, and she crashed to the floor, where she lay starfished, glassy-eyed and moaning.
Pulling her own gloves off, Kristen dropped to her knees in a straddle over Alyson's stomach. The blonde then peeled off her sports bra, freeing her breasts. "Time for a BKO, I think," she purrs, referring to her B cups, which are more than sufficient for the task. Pressing her chest down, she buries Hannlgan's face between her 'girls'. The only resistance which the redhead can offer is a muffled gasp and feeble squirming beneath her tormentor. Soon enough, she falls still, driven into unconsciousness.
For her trophy, Kristen tugs the beaten girl's satin boxing shorts off, leaving the shattered redhead laying there in her bra and panties.
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Another write-up from the first card of the celebrity wrestling league, Celebrity Wrestling Revolution, I've been procrastinating about working on. Hopefully I can get back to writing cards soon. Anyway I hope you enjoy this match :). I wouldn't have been inspired to write these without this thread so thank you all!
Jessica Alba Vs Ashley Tisdale
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Tisdale had run Alba ragged, her tiny stature and lighting fast speed giving Jessica fits throughout the match. Ashley had lunged at her opponent from the bell, peppering her with strikes, kicks and roll-ups all while Alba tried to keep up with her younger opponent, always kicking out at 2. The blonde spitfire continued her assault on the brunette beauty, backing her into the corner and stomping away at her gut. Ashley had become a ball of steam and sprinted towards the other corner, Alba still clutching at her gut, back against the turnbuckle as her opponent sprinted back towards her. Tisdale threw her body in the air, crashing into Alba with a heavy thud that left both reeling, with Tisdale standing and Alba crashing to one knee. Tisdale stumbled towards the corner, her blonde hair a mess, her body covered in sweat as she tried to climb up to the second turnbuckle. Alba was still clutching at her aching chest as she watched Tisdale turn around to face her on the second turnbuckle, her right leg lumbering back up when Tisdale let out a shriek. Ashley flew from the second rope, a flying forearm in motion when Alba pivoted on her left foot, swinging her right leg around and landing her foot flush against Ashley's face in mid-air with a spinning roundhouse kick! The spit was knocked clean from Ashley's mouth as her body twisted in mid-air. Tisdale hit the ground with a heavy thud, her eyes closed as she lied motionless on her side. Alba groggily pushed the small blonde onto her back, hooking her leg as she stared up at the arena lights, blowing bits of hair out of her face as she listend to the sweet sound of the refs hand hitting the mat, 1-2-3. Jessica crawled back up to her feet with both hands in the air, soaking in the roar of the crowd as she turned away from the entrance ramp to rest against the ropes. The mood in the crowd suddenly changed, the atmopshere of her win suddenly gone as Jess turned around to see what the fuss was about. "UNGH" was all Jess was able to get out as she was hit in the gut with a steel chair, doubling her over and nearly knocking her off her feet as her assailint pulled her into a headlock. In a flash she was sent headfirst into the steel chair with a DDT, her body bouncing against the mat. The women standing above her? Ashley's tag team partner and close friend: Vanessa Hudgens. The brunette lashed out with a kick to the back of the downed winner before crawling out of the ring, pulling Tisdale with her and helping her back up the ramp.
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Fantastic, Mr. Drake! I love Ashley Tisdale, and we really need to see more of her here. :)
Can't wait for your next match!
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Fantastic, Mr. Drake! I love Ashley Tisdale, and we really need to see more of her here. :)
Can't wait for your next match!
Completely agree about needing more Tisdale, she's great and fun to write and read about :D. I'm really glad you liked the story. I'm looking forward to writing and releasing more soon.
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Lola
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Donna
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Lola made a short, scrambling dash for the corner post, grasped the top ropes in her hands, and launched herself upward. She curled her legs under her body, gaining enough height to bring her boots down on the middle ropes. The pretty wrestler paused her ascent for a moment, as she steadied her tired limbs. Lola risked a glance over her shoulder as she rested, revealing her panting, open mouth and her nervous, wide eyed stare.
Donna stood nearby, bent at the waist with her hands on her knees. Her long, disheveled hair hid her expression, but her body trembled as she finally managed to take a shallow breath. She groaned and raised her head, flailing an arm as she narrowly avoided tumbling backward. The dazed woman blinked, holding her stomach and brushing her hair from her eyes.
Lola hopped from the second rope to the top, shaking the ring as Donna struggled to keep her balance. As Donna's legs straightened, Lola twirled on the top turnbuckle to face her. After hurriedly adjusting her footing, Lola leapt. Uncurling in the air, she sped downward, using her body as a missile aimed at Donna feet first. As Lola descended, Donna's head jerked up, and her back straightened. Pivoting on one foot, she stepped forward with the other, narrowly moving her body from the path of Lola's kick. Donna's foot shot up as Lola's body hurtled past, until she straightened her leg in a high kick. Her boot caught Lola's chin with an audible thump.
Lola's head stopped on the spot, but the rest of her body pivoted around the point of impact. She twirled in midair, before smashing into the mat, limbs pointed in all directions. Without making any attempt to catch herself, Lola rolled over and over until she came to a rest on her back, body jiggling briefly before falling still. Donna turned up her nose and let out a single laugh in one breath, before limping towards her unconscious enemy. She collapsed forward with a sigh, dropping down to lie next to Lola. Of course, Donna still had enough energy to drape an arm over Lola's chest for the pin.
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From the 23rd CWF PPV, my story about Olivia Munn Vs Scarlett Johansson
Olivia Munn
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Scarlett Johansson
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""There must be a winner" the voice over the PA system blared, as each women had been counted out on the outside. Munn was laying stunned against the side of the barricade while Scarlett lied with her head down against the steel steps, a small trickle of blood shown clearly against each of their heads and left marked on the top of the steel stairs.
After a grueling battle between the two between the ropes, the fight had spilled to the outside where each women had taken turns slamming the others head viciously into the unforgiving steel. Just when it had seemed like Munn had the upper hand, slamming Scarletts iconic red locks against the metal three consecutive times, the Black Widow rose and with every last bit of her strength, irish whipped the G4 Geek Goddess straight into the ringside barricade.
With each woman stunned, the ref was unsure what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He helped each women up, and ushered them groggily back into the ring. Munn and Johannson crawled under the bottom ropes, each heading for opposing turnbuckles, stars in both their eyes as the ref beckoned them each up.
"There must be a winner!" The voice blared again, as each woman slowly got to her feet, stumbling towards the center of the ring in unison. Munn swung first, throwing an ugly elbow that Johansson managed to duck more out of luck as she collapsed to one knee in exhaustion. Johannsson saw her oppurtunity and landed a stiff punch to Munn's toned tummy, dropping the exhausted G4 girl to both knees as Scarlett lifted herself back up. "Fin" Is all Scarlett said as she wrapped Olivia's head in a DDT, planting her face first into the mat with a stiff THUD.
"1, 2, 3" The ref counted, Johannson's pin just an arm draped over her opponent as the ref helps her get back to her feet, the crowd standing in applause at the absolute war they got to witness, and the only fighter left standing".
Also check out the CWF if you want! There's some great stories and fights on there! https://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-23.html (https://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-23.html)
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Natalia Dyer vs Maya Hawke
Natalia had some breathing troubles entering round eight, she looks like she's forgotten where she is but Maya reminded her with a hook to each cheek followed by a kick to the mid-section sending her to the canvas. Maya pulled up her much smaller opponent by her hair and threw her to ropes deploying jabs to her face and body. Natalia managed to escape via a clinch and took a step back but Maya caught up to her with ease continuing where she left of. Maya was treating herself to poor Natalia at this point, tormenting her with kick combinations to her legs and midsection followed up by a hook and uppercut combos to her face. No retaliation coming from Natalia other than moaning and wailing; she's being busted up but holding up.
End of Round 8.
Maya is starting to look annoyed going into round nine, she's been dominant the entire fight but still unable to make her opponent quit. Natalia drags her bruised and battered body mid-ring but get immediately driven to ropes via Maya persistent jabbing. Natalia has troubles holding her arms up but it doesn’t matter as Maya attaches hooks to her ribs. Having coloured her ribs black and blue Maya deployed an uppercut to Nat’s midriff bending the girl forwards and proceeding with knee kicks to her belly. After a minute Natalia dropped to the canvas gripping her belly, however still not quitting and after thirty seconds she got back up. Maya was furious and in disbelief that her opponent was still standing, she dragged Natalia’s limp body to one of the corners and began aimlessly punching and kicking, landing all across Nat’s already bruised body and face. Every time Natalia looked like she was about to fall, Maya gathered her up under her arms and pulled her back, making her feel every bit of punishment she issued. There was only so much she could handle before quitting and two minutes in Nat finally gasped the words “I quit.” Before dropping to canvas.
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Margot Robbie vs Zazie Beetz: Anything-Goes Match in Miami
Margo was on the verge of defeat. Pinned in the corner and tagged repeatedly by rapid fire lefts and rights to the chin by Zazie Beetz, the leggy Australian was nearing the point of no return, just taking blow after blow from her German-American rival.
The two women were nearly perfectly matched. Both 29 years old. Same height, similar weight. Both dressed in skin-tight, one piece bathing suits with plunging necklines to emphasize their cleavage. Zazie in shiny black leather, Margo in white. Their fists were both wrapped in tape. They had fought multiple times. The bouts were always highly competitive, long, draining affairs but Margo usually found a way to win.
But it didnt look like that would be the case today.
Both women were covered in sweat after 10 rounds of their no holds-barred bout but Margos eyes were starting to get glassy as Zazie kept up the relentless pressure, the German American sensing sweet victory over her rival at long last.
Whats the matter, Margo? Zazie asked, before tagging her with a right.
Not feeling so hot? A left.
Bet you'd like me to let up, huh? A right.
No reprise for you, bitch. Not today. An uppercut!
The bewildered Margo wanted to launch a verbal comeback but she just got another punch to the face before she could do so.
Finally she flopped heavily onto her butt in the corner, wilting under Zazies onslaught.
The crowd exploded in excitement and Zazie took a moment to lift up her arms and indulge the applause.
While she did so, Margo, half slipped, half fell out of the ring, crawling underneath the apron.
Oh no, she didnt exclaimed Zazie, when she realized what had happened, quickly rolling under the ring ropes and following after Margo under the apron.
The crowd heard muffled sounds of struggle for several minutes, then some silence.
A minute passed.
Two.
Finally Margo crawled back out from under the apron, dragging Zazie with her. The blonde had a bull rope wrapped tightly around the brunettes throat and Zazie was gagging and drooling. Margo had a murderous look in her eyes and she hoisted Zazie to her feet before repeatedly clanging the brunettes head against the metal ringpost.
The crowd inhaled its breath as they heard the dull thread as Zazies skull met the unforgiving steel.
Once Margo was satisfied that Zazie was thoroughly concussed, she rolled he German-American beauty back into the ring, crawling in after her. Margo dragged her by one leg into the middle of the ring. Zazie was flat in her back, her eyes half closed, her arms splayed helplessly above her head. Ripe for the picking.
Thats when Margo went for her absolute favorite move. She laid herself ion tope of Zazies probe body, facing her feet. Margo then wrapped her long, toned legs around Zazies neck in a reverse figure-4 head scissors. The blonde then exerted maximum pressure, simultaneously choking Zazie out and jamming the brunettes face into her ass.
Nnnnnnn noooo nooooo stahp. . . Zazie muttered.
Oh no, honey, I dont think so, hissed Margo, periodically flexing her calf muscles to increase he already unbearable pressure on Zazies neck.
Now YOURE the one whos not feeling so hot, huh? Margo squealed in delight. Now youre at my mercy. And bitch, I am not feeling merciful. Margo concluded.
Margo kept the merciless suffocation hold in place for a long time and the brunettes struggles started to get weaker and weaker. A long line of drool dribbled out of her mouth.
Zazie started quietly sobbing as she realized she was thoroughly trapped and Margo would not relent. Shes been trapped in this hold before and both women knew that Zazie did not know how to counter it.
Thats right, bitch. Cry. Cry like the loser you are. Thought you had me huh? But how do our matches always end? With me triumphant and you gasping for air, which I may or may not let you have. You know why? Because I own you I OWN YOU - and you are a hopeless loser!
Margo kept up her taunting, crushing not only Zazies body but her spirit.
Zazie kept crying and whimpering her surrender, until the pressure around her neck grew too much for her and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she slipped into unconsciousness. Margos thighs were just too strong, too constricting, too much.
Zazie wasnt even aware when Margo hooked her leg and covered her for the pin or when the American crowd booed lustily as Margo was announced as the winner. Again.
She was completely oblivious as Margo propped her up and then used pink lipstick to write LOSER and Margos Property all over Zazies face and chest and belly.
And she continued slumbering as Margo posed her unconscious body and took selfie after selfie of her moment of utter triumph over Zazie Beetz.
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Margo Robbie vs Zazie Beetz Rematch: Beach Fight in Brisbane
As Margo suffocated under Zazie’s relentless breast smother, her mind drifted back to how she had gotten here. After their last match in Miami, a match that Margo had not only own but ended up humiliating Zazie, she was eager to lay another beating on her longtime rival. Zazie was no less eager to get her revenge and accepted a beach match in Margo’s backyard of Brisbane, Australia.
Like all their matches, this had proven a long, competitive bout with the advantage switching back and forth several times. 30 minutes into the fight, both women were drenched in sweat under the hot southern sun. Exhausted, they were both on their last shaky legs.
Except Margo was just a little shakier. Maybe it was overconfidence, maybe Zazie had trained just a little harder but for whatever reason, the German-American had gotten the drop on the Australian and slapped a breast smother on her. She wrestled the blonde down onto the beach grapevining her legs, and now she was relentlessly force-feeding her tit.
Zazie’s breasts were large and bountiful and were perfectly suited to blotting out all the air and light from Margo’s face. The blonde bucked her hips wildly, trying to roll Zazie off her but the brunette was firmly attached and remain plastered onto her.
Margo could taste a combination of sweat and salt water as Zazie’s tits pressed into her face. The brunette was overheated after the long match and all that body heat was now being transferred onto Margo’s face. She felt like she was in an oven.
Again she tried to twist and turn her way loose but Zazie was an expert bull rider and did not let her get any leverage.
A less savvy fighter might have been tempted go let up and check out her handiwork but Zazie had been beaten into a puddle by Margo in their last match and she was determined to get her full measure of revenge. Whatever happened, she was going to breast smother this blonde bitch into oblivion.
After another minute or so, Margo started screaming her surrender but with her mouth full of tit, only a muffled “mmmmppphhhhhh” mmmmmmphhhhh” was audible. She started slapping a hand against the sand but Zazie reminded her that she had insisted on a no-holds barred, knockouts only match. No submissions. No ref was going to save her.
Frantically, Margo tried one final time to buck Zazie off her but her rival kept her pinned, kept feeding her more and more tit. Her arms were rock hard and kept Margo’s face firmly in place. Finally, with a sigh, the fight was drained out of Margo and she passed out.
An excited Zazie could feel the energy drain out of her arch-enemy. “Yes! Yes! Finally!” she exclaimed. But she still kept the breast smother in place for another minute.
Finally Zazie peeled her breasts off of Margo’s face, making a wet clammy smacking sound. Zazie grabbed a handful of Margo’s hair and surveyed the sleeping face of her enemy. Margo’s face was covered in sweat, her hair was soaking wet after being trapped in the furnace of the breast smother. Her eyebrows were arched, her mouth open and a lone of drool dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.
Zazie laughed as the pro-Margo Australian crowd booed her lustily. But the brunette was far from finished. She slapped Margo in the cheek to wake her up, gently at first then harder until the blonde’s eyes fluttered open.
Both women were sitting on their haunches at this point, facing each other. A groggy Margo only had a few seconds to process where she was when Zazie grabbed two handful of the blonde’s hair and plunged her back into another breast smother.
“MMMMMMFFFFFFF….MMMFFFFFFFF….NNNNNNNNNNNNO…” Margo protested. But Zazie just smiled broadly.
“Found your kryptonite, huh Margo,” she whispered in blonde’s ear. “Don’t like having tits in your face. Don’t know how to get out of this hold, huh?” Zazie taunted her.
Margo pushed at Zazie’s strong shoulders, trying to get some separation, some air, but no luck. After another minute or two, Zazie was able to push the blonde onto her back. Zazie again grapevined Margo’s legs but it was not as necessary this time. The blonde was quickly weakening.
As a final protest, Margo tried firing fists into Zazie’s arms and ribs but her punches lacked power after being trapped in the draining breast smother for so long and Zazie just laughed off the ineffectual blows.
One again Margo was trapped in the furnace. Zazie’s heavy breasts blotted out all sound, all light, all oxygen. The Australian tried desperately to get a breath in but Zazie kept feeding her tit over and over and over.
Finally, several long minutes after Margo had gone completely limp, the ref started pulling at Zazie’s arms trying to her to release the breast smother. Zazie just snarled at him and kept it in place. The ref called on several men in the crowd and with their combined efforts they were eventually able to separate the two hellcats, Zazie screaming bloody murder.
A worried ref checked on Margo and what he saw concerned him enough to call over a doctor. The doctor examined Margo. He flashed a light in her eyes, no response. The blonde’s breath was shallow and labored. “Margo? Margo? Can you hear me?” No response. After several more minutes of examination, the doctor called for a wheelchair to be brought over. Margo was placed in the chair but Zazie broke free at this point and promptly sat herself in Margo’s lap.
Zazie grabbed her by the cheeks and looked into Margo’s glassy etes.
“Oh shit! I think I broke this bitch for good,” laughed Zazie. She pulled out a phone and took a series of selfies with her devastated arch-enemy, getting her revenge on Margo who had done the same thing to her after their last match.
Zazie slapped Margo in the face several times but the blonde remained unresponsive, just taking the slaps without offering any resistance. She drooled into her own cleavage.
“Damn now that is a proper jug smother! Bitch is in another world!” Zazie laughed hysterically.
Finally he attendants pulled Zazie off of Margo’s laps and wheeled off the blonde to a waiting ambulance.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Lola Monroe
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Scarlett's right hand clamped down over her opponent's upper face, her thumb and fingers tightening over Lola's temples as she executed a textbook Iron Claw, one of her signature finishers. The blonde permitted herself a half-smirk of satisfaction as her victim winced in anguish and slowly began to sink to her knees.
But Johansson's face suddenly became a mask of surprise and confusion as her adversary's own right hand reaches blindly upward, securing a clawhold on the blonde's face. Suddenly it was a duel of claws...although the odds seemed most decidedly in Scarlett's favor, as she had already been applying her hold for nearly a full minute. And yet, to the shock of all...most of all Johansson herself...Monroe slowly began to rise back up to her full height, while it was the blonde's legs that trembled and threatened to buckle under her!
The two buxom beauties stood there in the center of the penthouse room, their skin glistening with sweat, grunting and moaning as each attempted to overcome the other. After what seemed like an eternity of this, Johansson suddenly gave a loud whine, followed by a moaning whimper as she sank to her knees, her hand falling free of Lola's face, releasing her. The duel of claws was won. "Guess we know who's better at that, don't we bitch?" the sepia-skinned battler hissed with satisfaction. She then released her hold, following it up in a blur of motion with a kneelift to the blonde's chin, sending the dazed Johansson sprawling onto her back.
A legdrop across Scarlett's breasts caused her to to loudly exhale as the air was purged from her lungs, leaving her struggling to remain conscious. With a cruel smile, Monroe stood back up and, reaching down, filled her hands with her opponent's flaxen mane, hauling the squealing Scarlett back upright by her hair. Lola then dipper her knees, wrapped her arms around her rival's waist, and with a grunt she hoisted Johansson up and pulled her over her shoulder.
It was a breathtakingly magnificent sight to behold. Just minutes ago, Lola seemed on the verge of defeat. Now, she stood like an Amazon, holding aloft her foe in a Torture Rack, displaying the hapless blonde as a huntress displays a trophy as Johansson's wails of anguish filled the room. As Scarlett grew weaker and weaker, Monroe suddenly threw her forward and down, even as the raven-haired tigress dropped to one knee; this move resulted in a Backbreaker, as Scarlett's spine slammed down across her opponent's bent knee and her lush body was bend agonizingly backward.
The torment was too much for the blonde to endure for long, and her lids fluttered shut over glazed eyes as she succumbed to the pain and exhaustion and slipped into unconsciousness. Lola rolled her beaten victim off of her knee and let Scarlett's body thud to the floor, where she rolled over onto her back. Rising up like some ancient goddess of war, Monroe stomped her foot down upon her rival's breasts and flexed her arms in victory, as the spectators jumped to their feet for a roar of approval.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Lola Monroe
Oh, new blood in here. I definitely approve!
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Camilla was rapidly running out of energy after her the first few minutes of her fight with Latina rival Selena Gomez. She tried to rally with a wild haymaker but Selena easily dodged it and Camilla slumbled and found herself flat on her face.
Selena smiled a cruel smile and in a quick flourish had her now weeping rival in a deadly scissors hold.
"Huuuunnnnhhh!!" Camilla gasped, squirming helplessly in the vice of Selena's long legs. "Please! Please! I -ahhhhhh! - I can't stand it! Selena! Please - stoppppp! Let me - huuuhhhh!"
It didn't take long at all before Camilla stopped begging and wiggling in a vain effort to escape. With a final long sigh, the sexy brunette sagged limply, totally at the mercy of Selena Gomez. The beautiful winner strutted away, leaving her foe stripped and humiliated as a hundred cameras flashed recording her victory.
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HWA Flashback 1963: Annette Funicello vs Joey Heatherton
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Grasping Annette's right wrist, Joey yanked the brunette toward her and drove her knee up into her opponent's belly. Funicello gave a husky grunt as she doubled over and tumbled to the mat. With generous handfuls of her adversary's jet black hair, Heatherton yanked her back up to her feet; from behind, she wrapped her arms around the HWA Intercontinental Champion's head for what appeared to be a sleeperhold...however, my deftly turning herself and her victim around repeatedly, the blonde kept the referee from seeing that it was in fact a chokehold. Funicello's eyes went wide as saucers and her face flushed red as she struggled for breath, her hands alternately tugging at the strangling limb across her throat, and her arms windmilling haplessly in the air.
Finally the referee caught sight of what was occurring and he ordered Heatherton to break the hold. She waited until he reached the count of four as he made his five count before unwinding her chokehold. Gasping hard for air, the dazed brunette stumbled forward, but she didn't get far before she was flung toward a corner. Annette managed to turn herself around so that her back took the brunt of the impact with the turnbuckles, but that seemed to matter for little as Joey swiftly followed up with a boot to the brunette's belly.
Arms slung over the top ropes on either side of her, Funicello slumped in the corner, her curvaceous body having withered under the relentless assault of her challenger. Heatherton smirked as she looked at her opponent, and savored the moment, knowing without a doubt that the coveted ten pounds of leather and gold would soon be wrapped around her own waist. As a cat plays with its prey, the blonde then lifted her magnificently dance-sculpted leg and pressed the sole of her boot to her rival's throat. The ref angrily ordered her to break the blatantly illegal move, but she deftly kept him arguing with her, rather than making the count which the gagging brunette so desperately needed. The packed stadium was as one in their anger and distress over their beloved Annette's straits, and showed it by raining a tsunami of boos and jeers upon the arrogant blonde, who couldn't care less what the fans thought of her.
Finally Joey pulls her foot free. With a bit smile on her face...and to infuriate the crowd even more, she steps forward and delivers a sharp dismissive slap to Funicello's face. The blonde looks out to the disapproving crowd and sticks her tongue out at them, then turns her attention back to her opponent. The time has come, she has decided, to end this match and gain the championship she so richly deserves.
But instead of seeing a battered and beaten brunette before her, Heatherton instead sees fury raging in Annette's eyes, her face twisted into an angry mask. An instant later, adrenaline pumping through her veins and power coursing through her sinews, Funicello explodes out of the corner and begins to hammer her rival with brutal haymaker punches. The wildly thrown blows drive Joey backward as she attempts to shield herself with her arms. But the brunette will not be deterred as, in a berserker rage, she continues to pound away at the blonde.
As the two beauties battle to center ring, Annette finally stops throwing fists and instead scoops the startled Joey up, holding her aloft with shocking ease, before delivering her to the canvas with a rang-shaking bodyslam. Heatherton's back arches and her face contorts in pain, but for her the worst is yet to come. Moving with a speed that belies her own ache and exhaustion, Annette grabs the blonde's legs, rolls her over onto her stomach, and locks on a Sharpshooter! Her spine bent agonizingly, Joey howls in anguish, her fists pounding at the mat. She darts out a hand toward the ropes in a bid for salvation, but she is too far away to reach the cable. After enduring the torturous hold for what seemed to her an eternity (but in trust was barely 45 seconds), the blonde sobbed out "ENOUGH! STOP! I GIVE UP!" as she slapped frantically at the canvas.
As the bell tolls, the referee accepts the Intercontinental belt from the ringside attendant and places it around Annette's waist, then raises her right arm to proclaim her victory.
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Jessica Chastain vs Sophie Turner
Sophie established herself as a creampuff and she’s got a poor fighting record to back it up so Jessica targeted her as easy prey. Despite her reputation, Sophie never said no to a challenge much to Jessica’s delight.
Being 42 Jess was still in terrific shape, she entered the ring in garnet red bra and panties showing off her curvy figure. Sophie entered second in a black sports bra and yoga shorts as the bell rung.
The match did not play out how Jessica thought it would as Sophie outclassed her from start to finish. Her punches were weak but numerous and managed to put some bruises around Jessica’s face and body. Heading into the fourth round Jessica was much slower than Sophie who was dancing around her applying punch combinations all around her. Nothing but soft moaning coming from Jessica who barely has her arms up leaving her face open for assault. Sophie obliges and starts spanking Jessica’s face with hooks driving her to ropes. With both of her arms wrapped around the ropes and her midsection wide open so Sophie switched to kicks, hurting Jessica’s ribs from each side. A final kick between Jessica’s legs was enough to drop her down to the floor but luckily for her, the bell rang to end the round before Sophie could do more damage.
Entering the fifth round Jessica barely stood off her stool and before she could exit her corner Sophie was already there. She started off with a kick to her midsection making sure Jessica stays in the corner while she followed up with jab, hook and uppercut combinations. A minute in Jessica’s nose was bleeding and dripping onto her cleavage. With no resistance coming from Jessica, Sophie spends the entire round using the old fighter as a punching bag. By the end of the round, Jessica was bruised and blue but still holding firmly refusing to give Sophie the win.
Round six didn’t play out any better than the previous for Jessica who found herself clinging onto the ropes from the start, head down looking at her feet while Sophie spares no time to punish her. She issues another his tempo attack with no plans of stopping, assaulting Jessica’s guts with repeated jabs each causing her to grunt in pain. Sophie follows up with a kick straight between Jessica’s legs making her let out a loud moan as she drops to the ground face first. Knowing fully well that she’s beat Jessica doesn’t bother getting up finally giving Sophie the very one-sided match.
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Kristin Kreuk vs Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Few fighters have mastered the Tomahawk Chop with the devastating precision of Sarah, as she proves as she slams knifehand blows to Kristin's forehead; the brunette slowly sinks to her knees, her eyes rolling in their sockets from the barrage. The blonde allowed herself the smallest of half-smiles; there were few rivals she hated more than this one, and it had been a long and brutal brawl to this point, but now at last Gellar felt that victory was within her grasp.
Satisfied she has her nemesis precisely where she wants her, Gellar halts her chopping, and now grabs Kreuk's hair with her left hand to hold her face upright, while the blonde draws back her right arm and balls her fist, aiming a punch squarely at her opponent's pretty face. "Lights out, bitch!" Sarah snarled menacingly.
But Kristin has not been too stunned to not take advantage of this momentary respite, and while Sarah is making a fist, the brunette is making use of her own arm...it swings up in a blur of motion, smashing an uppercut straight between Gellar's thighs. Sarah's eyes go wide as saucers and she lets out a pained chirp. Frozen for several seconds, Gellar is unprepared for her adversary grasping her behind the knees and yanking her feet out from under her, and sending the startled battle crashing onto her back.
Holding her foe's legs wide, Kristin smirked and then delivered a crude but devastatingly effective headbutt to her opponent's still-throbbing groin, causing Gellar to let loose with a wail of anguish.
Pressing her advantage, Kreuk stood up and, taking the trembling Sarah by her flaxen hair, hauled her back up to her feet as well. She drew her left arm across her adversary's throat, and reached around with her right, grasping Gellar's bikini briefs and yanking them up for a front wedgie. The fabric bit deep into the blonde's womanhood, disappearing within the trimmed thatch of hair. Now Sarah's screams filled the air of the penthouse as she felt as if she were being sawed in two right up the middle, tears streaming down her face as her whole body quivered with agonized spasms.
After several minutes of this torture, Kristen suddenly released it; wrapping her arms tightly around her foe's waist from behind, she grunted as she hoisted the blonde up off of her feet, Sarah pleading, "No, no, no...!", then brought her down...with Sarah's mauled groin taking the full brunt of the impact as she is slammed down upon Kreuk's bent knee! The force of the blow sends Gellar sailing forward and crashing face first to the carpeted floor. She lay there sobbing on her knees, elevating her rear end, which was all the invitation the brunette needed to plant her foot on her beaten rival's butt and raise her right arm in victory.
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Emilia Clarke vs Jennifer Lawrence
Having both been in town, Emilia and Jennifer agreed on a fight in a private gym. The rules were simple; no knockdowns, the first person to tap out loses.
Jennifer entered first in black lace bra and panties, Emilia entered soon after, in a white sports bra and black yoga shorts, they touched gloves and began.
Having a seven-inch advantage, Jennifer used her height to decimate the brunette start to finish. Whenever Emilia would try to get close Jen used her legs to attack her ribs and whenever Emilia would try defending herself Jen would use her reach, combining jabs and hooks hurting Emilia's face.
Near the eight-minute mark two kicks to the midsection and an uppercut chase Emilia to ropes where Jen bends her forward and start attaching knee kicks to her belly. A minute into taking the punishment Emilia dropped to the ground with a painful moan and arms around her bruised midsection. Jennifer showed no mercy and pulled her back up by her hair and continued the punishment via repeated kicks to Emilia's honeypot. A good few kicks were enough to make Emilia drop to her knees. With Emilia’s hands down making her completely unguarded, Jen got down on her knees grasping Emilia’s hair with her right hand and spanking her face with her left. After some time, Emilia’s nose and temple were bleeding. Jen grabbed both of her shoulders “You look awful dear; I could finish you off right now but I’d rather have some more fun so I’m letting you rest for a few minutes.” She dragged Emilia to ropes and hit her with an uppercut of her chin making sure she stays down for a while. “I expect you on your feet in five minutes.”
After the short break, Emilia was barely on her feet and with her arms down exposing her red bruised body, her cleavage and sports bra stained from her bleeding nose and temple. Jen moved forward with a couple of weak jabs to Emilia’s nose. “You’re not going to fight me back? That’s disappointing. Come on I’m wide open.” Emilia barely threw her hands at Jen who barely felt her measly punches. “Let me show you how to throw a real punch” Jen grinned and threw a hook to Emilia’s cheek as she fell to ropes, holding on with both hands behind the ropes. “You’re no fun, like a broken toy. Might as well finish you off.” She gave Emilia a kiss on the lips before bombarding her face and body with punch and kick combinations. Kicks to her legs and ribs, jabs, hooks and uppercuts to her battered body and face were enough to make Emilia go down for one more time before she tapped out.
“I expect you to do better next time” Jen smiled before helping Emilia to the locker room where she cleaned her up.
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Jessica Simpson vs Ariel Winter
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Feeling great about her slimmed down body, the 39 year old blonde was shocked to see a DM with a challenge from the young brunette. It wasn't over aggressive, especially with the starlet mentioning her own weight loss, but it was a challenge nonetheless. The women met in a private room with just the combatants, their significant others, and a few agreed upon observers who were there just to make sure it didn't get out of hand. Few rules existed other than not bruising up their faces. The loser would have to submit, with the winner enjoying the spoils of breast smothering her defeated opponent.
They started by stripping off their dresses, having agreed to fight nude. The first moments were a feeling out period. Four large breasts tested each other, the younger pair firmer than their larger counterparts, but making no headway. Each woman's ass was a sight to behold, flexed as they began trying to out muscle one another. The small audience reacted loudly at the first big change in the proceedings, as Ariel seemed to start moving her opponents body back, only to see the blonde use that momentum to toss the younger woman to the ground. Ms. Winter quickly scrambled to her feet, wary of an immediate follow up, but was greeted by a sly smirk on Jessica's face.
This scene played itself out similarly for several minutes, the brunette thinking she was gaining control only to feel the older woman use her experience and wits to toss her foe around the room. Frustrated, the younger fighter refused to believe that the blonde's airhead reputation was a ruse, and continued charging like a bull. One charge saw Ariel attempt a double leg takedown, a move she had been practicing in her workouts, only to have Jessica sprawl to easily stop in and send three quick knee lifts into the brunettes large hanging tits.
Ariel pulled back, her arms instinctively cradling her chest, only to see Jessica finally go on the offensive. The blonde started throwing body punches, the form shocking the brunette while the power had her retreating quickly. One attempt to escape was foiled as the blonde showed power she hadn't earlier, grabbing the brunette and launching a devastating knee to the gut. As the young actress bent over from the force of the blow, she lost sight of her opponent only to jerk straight up as she felt the penetration of her asshole and pussy by the other woman. Not one to let up, Jessica used the brunette's surprise to sneak a hand onto one of her breasts, adding nipple torture to the bowling ball grip she had on the woman's genitals.
Those supporting Ariel pleaded with her to fight back, but soon resigned themselves to the inevitable outcome as the singer switched her twin grips from pain to pleasure causing the TV hottie to respond rhythmically to the sensation. The almost sweet cry of release filled the room as Jessica forced an orgasm from Ariel, using the moments afterwards to pin the brunette on the ground. Recovering from her post orgasmic bliss, Ariel looked up only to see the smiling face of the mother of 3 and her pendulous boobs hanging inches from her own face.
"Give up girl."
It was almost sweet. She shook her head no, hoping beyond hope to find a way out of the predicament she was in, but couldn't come up with a plan as her head was suddenly being rocked back and forth by tan tits that were slapping it. Each swing was slightly more aggressive than the last, the brunette barely having time between them to see the million watt smile of the woman who was now toying with her.
"I blacken your eye with my bigger titties if you don't give up now."
Again, it was said with no malice. Ariel hesitated for just a moment when she saw Jessica's shoulders begin to move for another swing.
"Okay. Okay. I'm done. I give up."
"That's a good little girl."
With that simple ending, Jessica Simpson lowered her still great tits onto the face of her conquest and established that she was still a major force to be reckoned with while Ariel Winter screamed into the thick, juicy tits of the woman who dominated her.
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Zendaya Coleman vs Bella Thorne
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The sound of the slap across Zendaya's face reverberated throughout the mansion's living room, the force causing the dusky beauty to spin around violently as a spray of sweat burst forth from her face. She stood there stunned for several long moments, while her opponent, Bella, swayed with some uncertainty and panted for breath. It had been an especially grueling battle between the two, and both were well past their limits of endurance and running on little more than fumes.
Suddenly the redhead lunged at her adversary, reached her hands around Zendaya's head, and raked her nails across the shrieking girl's eyes. Blinded, Coleman staggered around as she tried to clear her vision, which left her wide open for Thorne to ensnare her in an Abdominal Stretch.
It was one of Bella's signature moves, and she had attempted it earlier in the match. But in a magnificent display of skill and raw power, Zendaya managed to break it by hip tossing her rival. The redhead was still fuming over that, and she was determined to get her revenge. Zendaya let out a loud moan as the hold was painfully locked on. The spectators sad spellbound at the spectacle of this body-versus-body contest, each beauty pouring every last ounce of their remaining strength into their efforts. Their skin glistened with beads of sweat as each gasped heavily for breath.
For the span of several heartbeats, it looked as though Coleman might once again be able to break the hold by flipping her tormentor, and the look of panic on Bella's face made it plain she realized the threat very well. But that one last dreg of power needed to fulfill the effort was just no longer there, and with a loud whine of defeat, the brunette's supple body seemed to deflate. Now a broad, cruel smile broke out upon the redhead's lips as she knew her foe was helpless in her grasp.
To add to Zendaya's anguish, Thorne used her free hand to apply a clawhold to her victim's taut abs, her fingers viciously kneading the muscles and bringing tears to the hapless girl's eyes. Unable to withstand the punishment any longer, Zendaya whimpered, "No more...enough! I give up!"
Bella had her victory...but she wanted more. She released her stretch hold, but then drew her left arm across her opponent's throat and wrapped it around her head, then suddenly dropped down to the floor, pulling the brunette with her and slamming the back of Coleman's skull into the floor, leaving her teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. That left her prone and unresistant as Bella climbed atop her and settled her rear end over her victim's face, subjecting Zendaya to an unnecessary...and humiliating...face sit. The dark-hued beauty's body twitched beneath her rival for a few moments, then went utterly still as she is driven into total unconsciousness. The victorious redhead let out a laugh and swayed her hips as she reveled in her beaten rival's total defeat.
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Greetings good sir,
Figured I'd finally create a profile so I could offer proper thanks / praise for the juggernaut that is the Finish Her thread. Excellent work from Bella with the Claw-assisted Abdominal Stretch. Would wager no tummy in young Hollywood is safe from those talons.
Catch ya round,
~RF
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Greetings good sir,
Figured I'd finally create a profile so I could offer proper thanks / praise for the juggernaut that is the Finish Her thread. Excellent work from Bella with the Claw-assisted Abdominal Stretch. Would wager no tummy in young Hollywood is safe from those talons.
Catch ya round,
~RF
Thrilled to have you here at last, my friend! The board just got infinitely more interesting. ;D
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Penny (Kaley Cuoco) vs Max (Kat Dennings)
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The spectators let out a collective sigh; as Penny forced her opponent's left arm up between her shoulder blades with a hammerlock, Max winced and rose up on her tip toes to try in any way to alleviate the pain, and the hold forced her to thrust her chest out, putting her bare 34DDs on full display for those appreciative gentlemen in attendance.
But while the blonde had the upper hand...literally and figuratively...the brunette was far from helpless. She raised her right leg, and then slammed her foot down on the toes of her opponent. Penny let out a shriek and released her hold, hobbling back. With a blur of motion, the East Coast battler swung herself around and delivered a chop which cracked like a whip across her West Coast rival's chest, setting Penny's own bare breasts bouncing wildly from the painful blow.
The two now faced one another and began trading chops back and forth, each landing with an impact that caused beads of sweat to burst forth, and the skin of both victims turning angrier shades of red. Max and Penny flinched and mewled with each strike, nostrils flaring and labored breath seething through gritted teeth. Finally with a roar, Max unloaded three quick chops to her adversary's chest, staggering Penny. But the blonde shook her head, a scowl twisting the angelic features of her face into a mask of fury, and she drew her right arm back and balled her fist. She then unleashed a haymaker punch straight at the brunette's face.
Had it connected, it quite likely would have laid the New Yorker out and ended this long and grueling match once and for all. IF it had connected...but it had not, because moving with a speed even she was surprised she could still muster, given how exhausted and depleted she was, Max narrowly ducked under the blow. The momentum of the punch, which struck nothing but empty air, actually caused Penny to spin 180° around, a look of sheer bafflement on her face.
From a crouch, the brunette suddenly exploded toward her confused nemesis, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist and, with a loud grunt, hoisting Penny up into the air, and pulling her across her shoulders! It was a stunning exhibition of pure raw power, which Max seemed to be drawing in equal measure from her hatred of the L.A. beauty, as well as from Penny's wails of anguish as her lush body is agonizingly stretched in a torture rack across her tormentor's shoulders!
Max slowly walked around the room, brutalizing her victim and showing her off as a huntress does with her captured prey. Despite the pain now inflicted upon her torqued frame, the blonde gave no thought to submitting...she would never give her despised rival the satisfaction of surrender. But Max didn't care...she was far more interested in punishing her foe than she was in winning the match as this particular moment.
Feeling her entrapped opponent's squirming grow weaker, the brunette knew that Penny was exhausting her last dregs of strengths. Suddenly the East Coast Amazon shook her victim off of her shoulders, letting the blonde slide down Max's back and crash with a heavy thud to the penthouse floor, where she lay in a moaning heap.
Now the brunette swayed, bringing a hand to her forehead as if she were about to pass out. The exertion had cost her what remained of her own power, and now her body rebelled, threatening to give out on her. She decided to let gravity do the hard work, and she collapsed like a marionette whose strings had been cut, splashing her buxom body down upon that of her rival's. Positioning herself, she pinned Penny's wrists to the carpet and pressed her breasts down over the blonde's face. An instant before her features were buried, the brunette could see a wide eyed look of panic on her arch-enemy's face.
Now all Penny could do was tremble and squirm beneath her oppressor, the blonde's muffled screams betraying her plight. But all too soon those shouts trailed off, and her body ceased to move. She'd been knocked out cold.
Too spent to even roll off of her beaten rival, Max had to be helped up and gingerly carried to an overstuffed leather chair to rest and recover. But for her it was a throne, and she basked in the adulation of the spectators like a Queen with her loyal subjects.
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Scarlet Johansson vs Gwyneth Paltrow
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Tears of pain and frustration welled up in Gwyneth's eyes as it became glaringly apparent that she had made a big mistake accepting Avengers costar Scarlet's challenge to a "friendly" MMA style match.
After getting peppered with a barrage of punches and kicks It was obvious from the get go that the tall lanky blonde had neither the agility or quickness to compete with her more compact and athletic opponent.
Scarlet seemingly toying with Gwyneth dropped her gloves prodding the tall blonde to mount some sort of offensive. Gwyneth knowing this might be her last chance threw several awkward punches that Scarlet easily dodged before pounding the blondes midsection with several punches of her own in rapid fire succession. Gwyneth gasped as she back-peddled clumsily toward the ropes and yet again unable to fend off Scarlet's attack. But Scarlet was on her like a tiger shark with several more punches and kicks leaving the tall bonde hanging limply off the ropes barely able to defend herself.
Then yet again Scarlet backed off allowing Gwyneth to somewhat regain her composure. Scarlet could have finished her off then and there but given Gweneth's reputation of being uppity and snobbish she wasn't quite through humiliating her fellow actress. "C'mon big bird is that all you've got?" Scarlet taunted a distressed and disheveled Gwyneth as tears streamed down her panic stricken face. Still hoping that she could somehow at least find a way to mount some semblance of a comeback and avoid complete humiliation Gwyneth once again moved toward a circling Scarlet. Only this time she was done playing games and landed several lighting fast jabs that staggered Gwyneth. With the by now punch drunk blonde stumbling about the ring with her long legs on the verge of collapse.
Scarlet was finally ready to end things and executed a brutal roundhouse kick to her taller opponents chin that connected with surgical precision, sending Gwyneth sprawling to the canvas where she layed motionless. Although still semi conscious a completely humiliated Gwyneth offered no resistance as Scarlet placed her foot on her mid section and flexed her muscles and posed proudly, as onlookers feverishly reached for their phones to get a pic as proof of what they had witnessed.
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Hello Friends,
First attempt at posting a piece here in FCF, please bear with me through any technical difficulties. The bit below is one of three I hammered out a few days after Thanksgiving last year. Think it fits nicely in the parameters established by Finish Her. If there's interest I'll post the others when I get the chance. Anyhoo, enjoy.
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You could hear a pin drop inside the penthouse when Kate’s hands fell from the torn bunch of her opponent’s tank-top. The blonde’s hands were supposed to be knotted tight in sweat-damp hair, all the better to guide some poor chick’s mug deeper into the furnace of Upton’s cavernous cleavage. They were most assuredly NOT supposed to be limp on the carpet, only fluttering into vague panicky life when the brunette drew her grip a little tighter, the adjustment bending Kate’s nose against the bony plate of her sternum.
KATE UPTON:
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“Mmmmmppphhhh…..”
Upton’s hands braced against her tormentor’s hips but the subsequent push was an anemic thing that only earned a soft chuckle from the brunette whose left cheek rested so heavily atop the blonde’s slumped pate.
“Nowhere to go now, sweetness.” Kat McPhee sighed. “If it’s not tap time, it’s nap--”
KAT MCPHEE:
(https://i.imgur.com/wiaI6G1.jpg)
Upton chose option one, the blonde spanking out a soft little surrender against McPhee’s lower back.
The ombudsman sounded a polite little chime so Kat relinquished the Front Sleeper, put the heel of one palm against Upton’s forehead and gave her a little push to send the blonde toppling to the carpet in a heap of jugged out splendor. On her feet shortly thereafter, McPhee grabbed the bottom edge of her sky blue tank-top and peeled it up overhead.
The revelation of a matching bra beneath earned a round of less restrained applause from the jet setters in attend--KAT WANTS MORE!
Curvaceous brunette tossed the shorn garment onto Kat’s heaving chest only to swat it aside once she dropped her tush into the pit of Upton’s stomach. No Front Sleepers in extra innings, McPhee secured the full Double Leg Grapevine to ensure Kate couldn’t bring her trademark power to bear.
“Been waiting for this for a LONG time, baby.” Kat sighed as she lowered the boom(s) onto the blonde’s angry, incredulous features.
“NO!” Upton wheezed. “YOU CAN’T, I’M MMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!”
`“Cranky and in need of a nap?” the brunette snickered. “Yes, I know.”
Those muffled protestations continued for another fifteen seconds or so and the twitching in Upton’s wrists, ankles and belly carried on ten seconds beyond that. Kat McPhee poured on the jugg through it all, just rolling her shoulders from side to side to ensure the most rack on face coverage as humanly possible.
She didn’t let go until Kate was reduced to the AHW equivalent of a bearskin rug and then she luxuriated appropriately, Kat all smiles as she rolled onto her back and turned a quarter circle, all the better to throw a cheeky wave at Upton’s patron whilst reclining atop that slumbering tummy.
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Hello again,
Here's the second of three from last winter. This one's far more pro-style, but still pretty intense, I'd say. Hope you enjoy.
~RF
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EMILY VANCAMP:
(https://i.imgur.com/9eGYtn4.jpg)
Emily VanCamp was exhausted.
No, that didn’t quite cover it.
She felt hollowed out.
She felt done.
And yet the blonde was still on her feet while Missy had crumpled to one knee, her shoulders rising and falling so heavily that her fingertips brushed the canvas with each new exhalation.
MISSY PEREGRYM:
(https://i.imgur.com/1SnVXm3.jpg)
VanCamp was standing and Peregrym wasn’t, so the blonde stifled her aches long enough to shuffle-step forward and THWHACK the sole of her right boot across the side of Missy’s dazed face. The Low Super Kick snapped Peregrym’s head back in a flash, yet her subsequent trip to the canvas happened in slow motion, or at least that’s how it felt to VanCamp.
Legitimately concerned that she didn’t have the energy to roll her nemesis over for a proper pin, Emily raised her right elbow up somewhere a little north of her ear, then simply dropped all her weight across the small of Peregrym’s back! Missy cried out in gut-shot agony and tried to wriggle out from underneath but Emily would have none of it. Threading her thighs around Missy’s left bicep in a single sinuous motion, EVC collected the other wrestler’s right arm beneath her left armpit, then knotted her hands against the trapped wrestler’s left cheek and promptly craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on that hellacious combination of Neck Wrench and Double Armbar!
“AAAAAAWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Peregrym shrieked as the hold set fire to her weary shoulders and devastated abdominals. “GAAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAHP!”
“SUBMIT!” Emily screamed down at her. “SUBMIT, MISSY!”
A glint of that maddening Peregrym steel when the brunette shook her head ‘no’. “Nuuhhh… never. Never submit to you, EmNGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!”
VanCamp halved her S-clasp which meant her right hand was free while the left cupped Peregrym’s chin. A single elbow to the belly stifled the brunette’s response, but it was the subsequent Hammer Fists Emily directed against Missy’s skull that had the referee calling for the stoppage after a dozen or more unprotected shots.
The clang of the bell made Emily a winner, it did not earn Missy her freedom. Indeed, the brunette’s situation grew all the more dire when EVC crooked her hammerin’ hand into a claw and stuffed three fingers (middle, ring and index) into Peregrym’s gaping mouth!
Missy’s eyes squeezed tight in unconscious consternation while Emily bore down with white-knuckle ferocity. In search of the verbal capitulation that’d eluded her in every battle with the brunette, VanCamp had earned nothing but drool and the increasingly frantic clamor of the ring bell by the time the video feed cut to Swan Lake.
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Winter vs Martin
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Ariel Winter was furious. For years she had ignored this little nobody calling herself Baby Ariel. Winter had gotten herself into the best shape of her life, changed her hair color, and was truly beginning to blossom as a young woman. At 22, she was feeling like the sky was the limit. Then came the taunts. Ariel Martin started messaging her through every social media channel. Skimpy bikini tops, full body shots showing off her supple 19 year old body, follower totals showing Martin's IG total doubled that of Winter, and finally a picture with her photoshopped in Winter's place with her boyfriend Levi. It had finally gone too far, with the older Ariel laying down the challenge. A naked catfight with just a couple of rules and a few people there to make sure it didn't get out of hand. The younger Ariel accepted with a topless shot and a message: get ready to get smothered under these beauties.
The fight started fast, the older woman clearly being fitter but giving up both height and weight to the younger celebrity. Winter used her minimal fighting skills picked up in boxercise style classes to get Martin on the defensive. Seeing an opening, the bigger busted starlet snagged a bear hug and plowed her tits into the opposing globes. What she had expected was for her bigger rack to start breaking down the smaller pair of her opponent. What she got was two still growing tits that weren't that much smaller than her own and were firmer than she had imagined. Winter let out a groan of frustration when the younger Ariel not only didn't try to break free, but slapped her arms around the shorter woman and applied more pressure to the fleshy battleground between them.
"If you want a titfight, let go and we'll do it the right way."
Ariel Winter hesitated for a moment, shocked again by the other Ariel's challenge of going tit to tit with her. Very few women wanted that after feeling her rack against their own, and an even smaller number had been able to best her pair.
"You're on little girl."
Again Ariel Winter was surprised at the smile that crossed her opponents face as they briefly broke apart and loosened up their neck and shoulders. The shock registered on her face when Ariel Martin cupped her tits towards the older fighter and said, "I told you to get ready smothered under these."
The two rejoined their battle with the bigger chested beauty landing several heavy blows only to see her opponent take them and fire back without hesitating. She had underestimated how firm the younger girl's still growing tits would be and her added bulk wasn't breaking those babies down as quickly as she would have liked. As the minutes passed, the younger woman began to take the offensive, particularly targeting the 22 year old's smallish nipples. The effectiveness of these strikes was shown by the redness spreading across the front of the sitcom star's boobs. Winter went on the offensive again, hoping that her fitness level would wear out the younger girl and let her take control back in the fight.
And then a final, telling blow came. The two timed themselves up perfectly, yet accidentally, and brought their four sweater puppies together with a meaty thwack which sent one woman crumbling to the floor with her hands cradling her tits. The still standing woman took a moment to regain her equilibrium, her own legs having wobbled badly at that epic blow, before straddling the downed fighter and lowering her tits onto the face of the loser and holding them there until she was sure her opponent was out.
Ariel was drained and sat beside the beaten woman for several minutes, her battered chest heaving. She had won this time, but one thing she knew for sure, this "Baby" would be back for a rematch someday soon.
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Love the two write-ups, Walkin' Dude - awesome!
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Thanks for the kind words, they're much appreciated.
And kudos to CelebRP for the pieces above, that was a wonderfully dominant show from Ashley Graham and it looks like Kate's rough week is only getting worse. Excellent visual with Upton puddled in the corner following the Front Sleeper!
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Flashback 1931: Clara Bow vs Joan Blondell
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The two battlers sat on the floor, Clara wrapping her legs around Joan's waist from behind and locking on a crushing scissors. As the blonde's hands frantically tried to pry her tormentor's gams apart, Bow slammed a rabbit punch to the back of her opponent's skull, dazing Blondell.
Then Clara executed a little trick she had learned from pro wrestling champ Jim Londos: her powerful legs lifted the blonde up into the air, and then brought her down again for a 'Keister Bump', the painful impact shooting up from Joan's tailbone to her spine, causing her to moan sharply. Smiling at the result, Bow repeated it, eliciting an even louder yelp of pained protest from her victim.
But you can go to the well one time too often. The brunette leaned forward for the leverage to lift her adversary even higher the third time, but that brought her close enough for Joan to suddenly piston her elbow once, twice, thrice into the side of Clara's head. Now it was Bow's turn to be dazed as she fell to her back and her legs unlocked around Blondell, who hurriedly scampered away. On her knees facing her opponent, who was slowly sitting up, Joan panted hard for breath, her hands massaging her aching ribs, and her face a scowl of fury.
Both battlers got to their feet and warily circled one another in crouched positions. Suddenly as if on some silent signal they sprang at each other; clasping hands, they engaged in a test of strength, their voluptuous bodies trembling from the exertion of every ounce of raw power they could muster. The advantage swayed back and forth, as first one beauty would start to drive her rival to her knees, only to have the situation reversed a minute later. This resulted in stalemate, until finally they broke apart simultaneously, each giving a gruff grunt of frustration.
They stood stock still for the span of several heartbeats, and then they lunged once more at each other, this time their hands reaching for manes of hair, their fingers entangling near the scalps. As they stumbled around the room, gasping and whining as they tore at one another's locks, they again seemed locked in stalemate...until suddenly Clare threw a knee up into Joan's belly. Suddenly winded, the blonde doubled over at the waist, her hands slipping from Bow's dark hair. Clare let go of Blondell's mane and slammed a forearm blow down across her adversary's back, dropping Joan to one knee with a groan.
Clasping her hands and raising her arms above her head, Clara leered with a devilsih grin as she prepared to deliver a devastating blow to her opponent. In her best Brooklyn sneer, Bow says, "I told'ja yer no match for me, ya doxy tramp!"
But before the finishing blow can be delivered, Blondell suddenly bellows an Amazon's cry and vaults up from her kneeling position, wrapping her arms around the brunette's waist and pressing her shoulder into Bow's belly as she drives the startled battler backward, until finally Clara's back slams up against the wall. Seething with fury, eyes blazing with anger, Joan begins hammering away at Clara with her fists, slamming blows to her face, belly and chest, as the brunette withers under the brutal assault.
Adrenaline pulsing through her veins, Blondell grabs the bewildered brunette by her tangled mop of hair and drags her on wobbly legs to the center of the room. Then, dipping her knees, Joan pulls Clara's across her shoulders, stands upright, and with a cruel laugh starts to whirl around and around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an Airplane Spin. Her senses reeling, Bow wails in dismay, until finally she shrieks, "STOP! I GIVE UP! SHTAAAAAAAAPPPPP!"
Heaving her victim from her shoulders, Joan lets Clara drop heavily to the floor; the brunette tumbles over and lands against the wall, dazed and dismayed and not at all certain of just how her certain victory turned so swiftly into defeat.
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Meanwhile, the victorious Blondell shoots a glaring look at her beaten rival, blowing a lock of unruly golden hair from her eyes...
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...and is then led on wobbly legs over to a leather chair and handed a glass of the finest bootleg champagne to accept the toast from the spectators for her triumph.
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Hello Friends,
Thanks again for the kind words these last few days, they're much appreciated. (and special huzzah to Freefall for THE STAND ref that my dumb self didn't recognize until a few minutes ago). Anyhoo, here's the last of the three Finish Her-adjacent pieces I have sitting around. There's at least a couple more short pieces in storage, both of them feature one of these ladies quite prominently, as she's current favorite fightin' muse. Hope you enjoy.
PS. Flash, five stars for submission by Airplane Spin, good sir. That's just grand.
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Troi took a deep breath, let it out slow as she puuuuuuullllllled back on Alicia’s trapped right arm which in turn forced the other brunette’s svelte midsection down against the post of Bellisario’s left thigh. The Abdominal Stretch was hooked in perfectly, it had in fact, been hooked in perfectly for almost five minutes when their last round of vertical skirmishing had ended with the Swedish hardbody secured in this admittedly unpleasant contortion.
TROIAN BELLISARIO:
(https://i.imgur.com/TC7Meyy.jpg)
ALICIA VIKANDER:
(https://i.imgur.com/ijOq5ZA.jpg)
Any other technician would’ve transitioned to another hold after perhaps a minute, but Bellisario was so patient it was almost preternatural and she’d kept the hold cinched in place simply because Vikander couldn’t wrest her way out.
Two minutes in she’d earned her first sustained groan, which in turn prompted a methodical but fierce set of slaps to that exposed expanse of trim, tanned tummy.
The three minute mark saw Alicia grab a huge hank of Troi’s hair, so she transformed her paddle into a spade and raked scores of bright pink welts across her opponent’s abs.
Vikander labeled Bellisario a bitch in her native tongue and set to clawing at the American’s left shin, so Troian spent the fourth minute with her index finger plunged into Alicia’s navel while her other fingers tried to scoop out quit by the handful.
Vikander held her tongue through all of it, though she was heard to mutter “Nej!” whenever Bellisario asked for a submission.
Halfway through the fifth minute Troi abruptly braced her left hand against the side of Alicia’s face and began to bounce her against that encroaching thigh like she meant to fold Vikander in half!
The white-clad wrestler keened loudly but made no effort to surrender until Bellisario removed her claw from Alicia’s tummy and affixed it to her trunks instead.
“Say it.” Troian demanded over the surprised murmur of the small audience. “Say it before I decide to reach inside.”
“Submit!” Vikander groaned within seconds. “I submit! I submit!”
The bell sounded and Bellisario loosened the Abdominal Stretch but rather than toss her foe aside she straightened her up and curled her left arm around the other brunette’s lower back.
“NO!” Alicia blubbered and made to pull away, but Troi drew her close and set off along the ropes at a leisurely pace.
Walk of Shame, Troian Bellisario to Alicia Vikander.
At no point did the victrix make her partner offer up a phony pageant wave, she did however stop at each corner where she would begin to SLAP her opponent’s tummy until Alicia raised her left arm to better show off a whole war’s worth of welts and scratches.
After four stops Troi walked her to the middle of the ring and reached up with her free hand to smoosh Vikander’s cheeks together in a humiliating ‘fish-face’.
“Tell them I’m the best. Tell them I beat you.”
“Never.”
Any steel in Alicia’s reply was overwhelmed by the brisk slap Troi offered in return.
“Tell them… or I’ll sit on your face.”
“Duuuhhh… do your worst, you evil bitNGH!”
Bellisario slapped her again before finally allowing Alicia to crumple to the canvas at her feet.
Standing at the head of an extremely reluctant table, Troian Bellisario gathered her reserves, then sat down for seconds.
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Ashley Graham vs Iskra Lawrence
Thank you for this! I fuckin' loved it! <3
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Ashley Graham vs Iskra Lawrence
Thank you for this! I fuckin' loved it! <3
I totally agree!!!
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Jane
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Maureen
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Thump! Jane Russel's head jerked back as Maureen Ohara's' fist thudded against her chin. The redhead struck with enough force to straighten her arm and power through Jane's face as if it were empty air. Jane blinked her eyes and stumbled back, a shocked expression on her face at the sight of her bruised, unsteady opponent mounting a good offense. Jane prepared to pounce, only to wince again as Maureen quickly slammed a closed fist into her curvy chest! The blow knocked several sequins free, and elicited a pained grunt from Jane, but the brunette stiffened and held her ground, even as her head began to droop.
Maureen fared little better. Her eyelids fluttered, in danger of closing any second. Still, the sight of Jane in trouble caused her to snarl instinctively and raise her head. She lunged, throwing a right cross at Jane's face. Her fist swerved unpredictably as she struggled to remain upright, but the punch obviously carried Maureen's considerable strength behind it. Jane stared ahead, barely focused on her opponent, but as the punch approached, she managed to swerve a few inches to the right.
Instead of feeling her fist strike Jane's face, Maureen's fist felt nothing at all as it swished through the air. Maureen's gut, however, very distinctly felt Jane's fist collide with it, in a rising uppercut that pushed the redhead up onto her tiptoes. With her face inches away from Maureen's, Jane had a perfect view of Maureen's eyes squeezing shut from the pain. Maureen's lips formed an O shape as she struggled to suck in air. Jane bared her teeth as she fired two more fists into Maureen's stomach. The redhead's face remained motionless, but her body jerked from side to side, her neck bent, and her hair swished from the force of the blows.
Jane snarled, straightening her right arm, and wound up slowly. Maureen's eyes remained shut, and she teetered unsteadily on her feet. Jane spun towards her, striking the redhead with a backhanded punch. Her knuckles struck the dazed actress on the cheek with a loud smack, knocking Maureen's face away, and twirling the actress a full rotation around. Maureen's body stiffened, and she fell away from Jane, crashing down on her back and weakly lifting her arms and head. She could barely focus her eyes enough to see the threatening, hourglass shape of Jane Russell looming over her.
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FLASHBACK 1999: Michelle Williams vs Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Jen yelped as she was flipped over Michelle's shoulder, crashing hard to the floor. She tried to sit up, but with a moan flopped onto her back. The blonde gave a satisfied half-smirk, crouched at the knees, and then jumped up into the air, aiming a leg drop across her opponent's heaving chest.
Or at least, that's where it would have connected, had Hewitt not managed to roll out of the way at the last instant. Williams took the full brunt of the landing on her rear end, the impact sending a jolt of agony up her spine. With a whine she fell over to her side and rolled onto her chest. Moving with all the speed she could muster, the brunette opted for a hold she believed Michelle would have no counter for: Bending the blonde's leg's back at the knees and crossing her ankles, she pressed down on them with her knee to hold the stems down. Jennifer then applies clawholds with her hands to the tender deltas below Michelle's derriere and the back of her thighs, a so-called "Hammy Clamp" that agonizingly kneads the muscles to the point of nearly paralyzing the victim with pain.
The embattled blonde throws back her head and howls in anguish, her hands alternately pounding in frustration on the floor or tugging at her own hair to try and counter the pain from the clawholds. But just when she seems to be on the verge of screaming her submission, Hewitt voluntarily releases her hold. Climbing off of her opponent, she crawls around to the side and rolls Michelle's sweat-soaked body onto her back as the blonde fights back tears.
Because she plays the 'good girl' so well, most everyone assumes Jen is that way for real. But in truth, as her opponents ruefully know, she is one of the meanest, most sadistic catfighters in Hollywood. Throughout this match the spectators failed to realize the brunette was employing all manner of vicious moves and low blows on Williams; when the blonde would try to fight fire with fire, however, she actually found herself being booed by some onlookers for using such dirty tactics on the "sweet" brunette! Her frustration over this double standard had sufficiently messed with Michelle's head enough for Hewitt to take advantage. Now, the brunette was prepared to finish off her adversary, but not before she got some taunting in.
Climbing on top of Michelle and sitting on her stomach as she pinned her wrists to the floor, Jennifer leaned forward and dangled her 34D's mere inches above the blonde's face. With a sneer on her face, the brunette hisses, "I'm going to smother you until you've totally passed out, bitch. In fact, I hope I smother you so much, you get brain damage!" She gave a soft, cruel chuckle and she pressed her bosom down, enveloping entirely the face of her victim. Hewitt looked up at the spectators and gave her most innocent-looking smile, knowing full well it was only a matter of another minute or so before the match was done.
At least, that was her plan. But instead mere moments later it was Hewitt who was shrieking, and struggling to push herself up and away from her opponent. The reason why became apparent as Michelle's head rose up with her tormentor, and revealed she had managed to clamp her teeth down on the inside of Jen's left breast. The blonde finally opened her mouth, and Hewitt scampered away from her.
Calling upon her last dregs of strength, Michelle sits up and rolls over to all fours, then crawls after her rival. Overtaking her, Williams flings herself stop Jennifer, and as their limbs tangle together, they start to roll back and forth across the carpet, grunting and snarling like jungle cats. Finally, after a tremendous struggle, the blonde manages to get behind Hewitt; wrapping her legs around the brunette's waist, Michelle draws her right arm across Jen's throat, locking on a crude yet effected Rear Naked Choke. She continues strangling her adversary, Jen's eyes wide with panic as she gasped frantically for breath, until finally the brunette starts to furiously tap at her oppressor's arm, signalling her submission.
But Williams isn't keen on ending this just yet. She keeps the chokehold in place until Jen's eyelids flutter shut and her body goes limp. Only then does she release her.
There's a smattering of applause...some on attendance refuse to believe that Jennifer is anything other than an innocent waif, and that Michelle was unnecessarily brutal in knocking her out. But the blonde doesn't care what any of them thing of her...all she cares is that she taught this brunette bitch a lesson she won't soon forget.
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Hello Friends,
The piece below was requested of me a few days prior and since my social calender consists of a lotta inside time for the foreseeable future, I decided to give it a shot. Hope you all enjoy.
It has long been said that familiarity breeds contempt. To accept this as truth, one must accept a lesser known, but no less universal truth:
Taylor Swift and Kendall Jenner were very, very familiar with one another.
TAYLOR SWIFT:
(https://i.imgur.com/iFD8ZsY.jpg)
KENDALL JENNER:
(https://i.imgur.com/nDCA8R6.jpg)
Nowhere was this more apparent than twenty-plus minutes into their latest encounter. Arranged atop her dark-haired rival north-south style, Swift shifted her weight to her right palm so she could put her left hand on Jenner’s left knee, which had been trying to sneak its way off the canvas. “Don’t even bother, honey.” Swift huffed once she shoved her opponent’s stem flat. “This is over and we both know--”
CLA-CLAP!
Kendall’s hands shot up as a pair of paddles and craaacked down on Taylor’s backside hard enough to echo in the empty gym.
It certainly sounded impressive, but Swift only grimaced and countered with a short, heavy Hammer Punch to the brunette’s navel. “Don’t try that again.” the blonde demanded.
“Or what?” Jenner grimaced, her reply slightly distorted by the snug pressure of Swift’s thighs against her jawline. “You’ll work my trunks? I’ll beat ya to it, brat.” True to her word the grounded brunette grabbed hold of Taylor’s sunny yellow waistband while simultaneously slipping her thumbs into the leg-holes of those same briefs. The impending wedgie would’ve been in a word, vicious, unfortunately for Kendall it was destined for the realm of woulda, coulda, shoulda, because the domineering blonde delivered a second Hammer punch, this one connecting solidly with the juncture of her rival’s thighs!
“Yeah,” Taylor flashed a small, hardworking grin as Kendall writhed in her clutches. “That’s exactly what I’ll do.”
Still using her right hand like a kickstand, Swift adjusted the angle of her left arm so she could grrrrrrrrrriiiiind her knuckles into the center of the brunette’s white, glitter-dusted togs.
“OOOOOHHHH YOU BITCH!” Jenner hated the petulant tone in her voice but there was nothing she could do about it save beat her heels on the canvas in an erratic tattoo.
Pausing her underhanded campaign after fifteen long seconds, Swift blew out a breath through pursed lips, then curled that hand into a spade and scored the battle-warmed expanse of Kendall’s right inner thigh no less than half a dozen times. “You want out?” Taylor switched her claw to the left thigh just because she damned well could. “Tap the mat. Or submit. Baby wanna submiEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Swift wasn’t quick enough to stop the second wedgie, which made a good three quarters of her otherwise modest briefs vanish in the span between heartbeats. It didn’t break her Scissors though, in fact the blonde set her other hand and pushed up as far as she could go, thus ensuring maximum extension on her legs when she poured on the pressure.
Already pink, Jenner’s pretty face went an ugly, flushed red in a matter of seconds. “Stuuuuuhhhhh….STAHP!” Kendall wasn’t tugging any more, now her hands were cupped against Swift’s buttocks in a valiant, albeit doomed effort to prize them apart. “STAHP GODDAMNIT!”
Too late for that, sugar.” Swift leaned right one more time, reached back with her left hand and snatched herself a sweat-soaked hank of Jenner’s hair. Easing the Scissors just enough to draw the brunette’s chin even closer to the swell of her glutes, Taylor angled her right calf behind Jenner’s head, then caught that ankle in the pit of her left knee.
Shifting her hand from Kendall’s hair to her left ankle, Swift showed her breathless opposition a megawatt smile and chided, “Kiss my ass, Kendall.” Then she tugged on her hooked ankle to such a degree that it turned the Headscissors into a Butt Smother of sorts, Jenner’s protesting, features drawn snug against the wedgie she’d so recently created.
Denied the last of her air, it wasn’t long before Kendall’s frantic thrashing gave way to fitful wriggling, which in turn faded into soft, insensate burbling. Satisfied when a brisk little ‘you awake, bitch?’ swat to brunette crotch earned no response, Taylor undid the Scissors and got to her feet in stages.
Wincing slightly as she undid the callous rearrangement of her briefs, the victorious blonde put a boot on Kendall’s chest on both hands on her hips.
“Tell Kimmy to keep her name out of my mouth.” she said told the slumbering brunette. “Because if I have to tell her myself… none of you are going to like what happens.”
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Awesome job on Jenner/Swift!
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Awesome job on Jenner/Swift!
Many thanks! Neither lass falls into my regular rotation, but they do go very well together, especially in a catty / semi-pro-style sort of venue.
And hey, I figured out how to use the 'Quote' feature! Everything's coming up Milhouse.
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Awesome job on Jenner/Swift!
Everything's coming up Milhouse.
When it comes to you, good sir, Wodehouse would fit better. :)
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When it comes to you, good sir, Wodehouse would fit better. :)
I admit, this one took me a minute. That said, you're far too kind, but I appreciate it nonetheless!
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When it comes to you, good sir, Wodehouse would fit better. :)
I admit, this one took me a minute. That said, you're far too kind, but I appreciate it nonetheless!
We've known each other for a long time, my friend. You deserve ALL of the compliments. :D
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Flashback 2000: Danielle Fishel vs. Jodie Sweetin
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The spectators had been shocked by the savagery of this no holds barred battle between the two 18 year old starlets. They had battered one another across the length and breadth of the ring for the better part of twenty minutes, and now both were teetering on the edge of exhaustion. Still, their indomitable wills and blazing hatred for one another kept them going long past the point where others would have submitted.
The tide of battle swung rapidly back and forth between the two teens. Dani had snared Jodie in a bearhug, her steely arms crushing the blonde. But Sweetin had broken free by slamming her palms hard into her tormentor's ears; with Fishel stunned, a kick to the belly doubled the brunette over, and a kneelift to the chest dropped her to her knees.
Jodie grabbed Danielle by the hair with her left hand, lifting her rival's face up to see hers, while she drew back her right arm and balled her fist, ready to unleash piston-like punches to her foe's features. But Sweetin paused first, smiling as she looked out at the specially invited spectators to this private gym brawl.
That pause was a crucial error however, as it gave Fishel the few moments she needed to regain her wits. With a growl she suddenly swing her left arm up, slamming a forearm blow to Jodie's groin. The blonde let out a shriek and staggered backward on knocked knees, her hands clutching her throbbing crotch. "Y-you...bitch...!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
Calling on her last dregs of strength, Danielle climbed back up to her feet and delivered an arcing uppercut to the blonde's jaw, causing the dazed beauty to stagger backward. Fishel followed it up by sinking her fist deep into Jodie's belly, winding her as she doubled her victim over.
Now it was time to finish this. Pushing the dazed blonde's head between her thighs, Dani, bent forward and wrapped her arms around Sweetin's waist. Then, with a loud grunt, she hoisted Jodie up, until she was holding her vertically, with the blonde's feet pointing toward the ceiling. "No no no no no!" whimpered the blonde, but there would be no mercy tonight. With a sudden move, Dani sat down hard, spiking the head of her nemesis into the canvas with a piledriver. Sweetin was knocked out before her lip body even crashed to the mat.
Rolling her beaten rival over onto her back, Danielle stood up and planted her foot on Jodie's heaving chest, flexing her arms as she claimed her victory.
Rematch 2020: Danielle Fishel vs Jodie Sweetin
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Twenty years had done nothing to bank the fires of animosity between the two; if anything, those fires raged hotter than ever before. They were trading slaps in the center of the ring, showers of sweat erupting from their faces with every stinging blow. Gradually, Jodie began to force her opponent backward, landing two slaps for every one thrown by Danielle, then three, then four. Finally the brunette was left so dazed and glassy eyed, she offered only scant resistance as Sweetin muscled her into the corner. There, she lifted Fishel's right leg up and draped it over the middle rope, then did the same with her left, while throwing the brunette's arms over the top ropes on either side of her.
Thus hung up in the corner, Dani was left wide open for the barrage that ensued, as Sweetin focused her attack on her rival's bare breasts, punching and hammering away at them again and again. Wailing in pain, Fishel's head lolled side to side as she was made to endure the battering, each painful blow robbing what little was left of her strength.
When she had decided that the brunette had had enough, Jodie finally halted. She then climbed up onto the ropes, her feet on the bottom cables, as she tucked Dani's head under her right arm, and she reached around to grad a tight hold on Fishel's panties. With a growl, the blonde pulled her unwilling victim up and flipped her over with a suplex; Danielle hit the mat with ring-shaking force, her spine arching up from the pain.
Scaling up the turnbuckles, the blonde now precariously balanced herself upon the top ropes, sizing up her target. Dani lay on the canvas moaning, too stunned to move as Jodie suddenly leapt into the air, to come crashing down like a curvaceous missile of destruction. Fishel let out a loud, sharp gasp as the air is driven from her body by the impact, and then she lay there motionless, save for the fluttering of her eyelids as she pants heavily for breath.
Rising up, Jodie returned the gesture of two decades earlier, planting her foot atop her beaten foe's chest and raising her arms in triumph.
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Hello friends,
It’s been a rather trying week, but Friday is upon us and I found the time to put together another offering for this venerable thread. I hope you enjoy.
~RF
PS. I’ve left mention of attire purposely vague so you can imagine it to your liking. Should you be interested in what I imagined, it’s matching cotton tank-top and panty sets for both participants, Miley’s in lime green, Emma’s in a muted fog gray.
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Presented for your approval, a study in exhaustion.
MILEY CYRUS:
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EMMA WATSON:
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Kneeling on the carpet no more than two feet apart, Miley Cyrus and Emma Watson are engaged in a slogging tit-for-tat exchange of Bitch Slaps that’s ground on for the better part of two minutes at the moment of our arrival.
Currently Miley has her left hand wrapped around the left strap of her opponent’s sweat-damp tank-top, the blonde keeping her opponent steady while she reared back with her right hand (Cyrus effectively reaching over her left shoulder on the wind-up) to craaack a resounding Backhand across Watson’s patrician features.
“Yeah, you slap so GOOD, beeyotch!” Miley chided as the Briton’s head snapped to one side. “You ready to give up or do you want another tasNNNGGGHHH!”
Emma, who’d laid claim to Miley’s right shoulder-strap in the same way the blonde had seized her left, answered with a whip-crack forehand slap that left a palm-shaped welt on Cyrus’ cheek and blot of smudged mascara on Watson’s hand.
“Considering the liberties you’ve taken with me throughout the course of this bout,” Emma still sounded remarkably calm despite her disheveled hair, battle-rumpled attire and a litany of bright pink scratches on her forearms, thighs and tummy, “it’ll take far more than some of your prissy little slaps to secure my surrenBRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Cyrus trapped the brunette’s cheeks in a three fingered pincer and squeezed hard, mashing Watson’s incensed mug into a galling ‘fish-face’. “Prissy? YOU of all bitches are gonna call ME, prissy? Oh baby, I am gonna fuck your day NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Watson swatted the blonde’s claw away from her face and immediately followed with one, two, three brisk slaps to Miley’s started features! “Guuuhhh… get your goddamned hands off of me you tawdry slattEERRRHHH!”
Miley slapped her again, followed it up by dragging her nails down the Englishwoman’s cheek. “Last chance, prude.” Cyrus huffed. “Give it up!”
Emma’s answering slap was immediate, as was Miley’s rebuttal. The next thirty seconds sounded a bit like of string of fireworks going off as blonde and brunette simply teed off on one another’s quickly reddening features in a callous one for one duel. Those few assembled for the contest judged this pace unsustainable and they were proven correct as one fighter’s reserves began to dry up and the exchange grew increasingly one sided.
First two to one.
Then three to one.
And finally there was no exchange as Miley placed her slappin’ hand to Watson’s chest and pushed off in an effort to create some separation between herself and the resurgent Englishwoman.
Watson wasn’t having any of it however, she ignored Cyrus’ anemic defense to pepper the blonde’s face with half a dozen more slaps, her expression curiously emotionless until Cyrus finally let loose and turned away, the blonde crumpling onto her elbows and tummy with a distressed whine. Smiling now, Emma scrambled into a mount on the small of her opponent’s back, the brunette taking care to drive the full weight of her tush into Miley’s vulnerable vertebrae. Planting her feet immediately thereafter, Watson helped herself to the blonde’s biceps and peeled her arms off the carpet only to hook ‘em over the planks of her thighs.
Miley groaned in protest, the frazzled fighter struggling to keep her chin against her sternum to defend against the Camel Clu--“MMMMMRRRRHHHH! UUURRRRMMMMMHHHHHHH!”
Emma curled a palm over Miley’s mouth and nose, caught the latter between thumb and forefinger and pinched until Cyrus let loose a muffled squeal. “Give me your chin now, yes, that’s a good girl.” Watson flashed a quick grin as she cupped her other hand under Miley’s chin, thus allowing her to really reef back on the Camel Clutch.
Bent backward in an agonizing tipped over ‘J’ shape, Cyrus cast a frantic glance around the living room, searching for assistance from any of the dozen or so guests. Alas, she found nothing but avid interest in her predicament and it wasn’t long after that she tapped a panicky submission against Watson’s sleek thigh.
Emma nodded at the sound of the ombudsman’s polite little chime, though she made no effort to relinquish the hold.
“BIDGE!” Miley snuffled through her foe’s smothering palm. “AYEGHIBHUP!”
“I’m aware.” Emma said simply. “Just as I am aware that you are a notoriously poor loser. That’s why I’m going to put you to sleep before I enjoy my moment.”
“NHOOOOOOMMMMMPPPPPPHHHH!” Miley wailed in indignant, impotent protest, the brazen show-off slowly but surely succumbing to Watson’s implacable palms.
Keeping the Sleepy Clutch in place until Cyrus’ head sagged in her hands, Emma held it another ten seconds just to be sure before she let Miley collapse to the carpet in a facedown sprawl. Finally allowing herself a deep, satisfied sigh, Emma rose off her mount and placed one foot atop the back of her rival’s head.
Pleased by the patter of polite applause, the Briton opened her mouth to say something, only to decide against it. Talking was Miley’s game, after all. Emma however was perfectly content to put her hands on her hips and let the silence speak for itself.
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Really great story
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Watson vs Chrus was really hot, many thanks.
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Hey, I'm pleased you liked it. I don't write for either of these ladies with any regularity, but Miley's so over the top in the real world that it's pretty easy to translate some of that energy into the brattiness / showmanship she brings to the carpet. As for Emma, I tend to imagine her as the quiet / competent type. Perhaps not a world beater, but more than dangerous enough to give anyone in her weight class fits, especially if they underestimate her. Might have to give her another go sooner than later, as there are some of my regulars that'd make interesting matches for her.
Have a good one. ~RF
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Love the recent stories by the_walkin_dude and Jackflash! Especially the Swift V Jenner matchup, that's a great rivalry that I always like to see explored and it was done fantastically! So I got inspired and decided to try another story myself! Kind of a random match-up but here it is :). Hope this isn't too long!
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Nobody in Hollywood really knew the reason why these two had scrapped and based on the leaked video of the fight it seemed like Lawrence didn't know either! She had walked into Tisdale's house invited cordially and kindly by the hostess herself, just one of many party guests that night, everybody celebrating another awards ceremony like any other of the dozens of awards after-party they'd attended. It had only seemed odd when the footage showed Lawrence being tapped on the shoulder by Sarah Hyland, a good friend of Tisdale's who beckoned Jennifer towards the staircase and into the upper half of the house. Nearly 15 or so minutes later and after multiple thuds and howls were masked by music and expensive sound-proofed floors, did Jennifer and Ashley appear, each in their underwear with scratches and bits of blonde and brunette hair strewn across both of their shoulders. The sight was a shock as party-goers gasped, clearing the way as Jennifer dragged Ashley down the stairs and into her own living room, angrily tossing the small blonde actress by her hair into her own couch. People scrambled out of the way as Lawrence readjusted her top, her chest and body covered in sweat, scratches left down her arm and back while a glaring hole was left in her black high top panties, totally exposing part of Lawrence's ass. Nobody knew what to make of it, as some left for the door and others stayed and watched as Tisdale slowly got back up, her own body left with scratches, her hair a complete mess, her toned body covered in so much sweat it was starting to expose her chest through her white top.
"Stay down you psycho! Everybody else go home, this is over!" Lawrence shouted as Tisdale disobeyed, wobbly but getting back up fully to her feet. The height difference was clear to everybody there and even though both women were in fantastic shape, so was the size difference. "I.... I'm going to fuck you up.... Bitch" TIsdale huffed, the petite blond holding her ribs as she huffed with every word. Lawrence wiped sweat from her brow as she stomped towards Tisdale, a look of fury in her eyes as she stood face to face with her unexpected enemy. "I need you to stop this. People are looking. This has gone far enough already!" Lawrence quietly snarled, her words angry but also filled with fear as a small crowd of people just refused to leave.
"Go home, everything is fi-" Lawrence began before feeling Tisdale's hand clap against her cheek, the sound echoing, Lawrence's cheek left a bright, stinging red. There were gasps before the room went silent, Lawrence's head swiveling around to Tisdale, the blond standing defiant as she stared down her enemy. Lawrence's eyes flashed between disbelief and rage just before she rapidly strode forward, giving Tisdale no time to respond as she wrapped both of her arms around the smaller blonde, clamping her enemy into a rugged bear-hug and leaving Tisdale's face half buried in Lawrence's sweat covered chest. Ashley squirmed and kicked, throwing her head wildly as Lawrence tightened her arms, drawing a squeal of both pain and rage from Ashley as she cursed in-between breaths straight into Lawrence's chest. "Just stop fighting me As-", Lawrence started before being cut off again as Tisdale screamed "NO!". Tisdale kicked and kicked, squirming and wriggling so much that Jennifer could feel her latch getting weaker as Ashley grew closer to escape. "Have it your way then" Lawrence grunted before lifting Ashley up with a roar of exhilaration as she used all her energy to slam Ashley down straight onto her back against the carpeted floor. Tisdale hit the floor hard, Lawrence's body sandwiching her between her own body and the floor, leaving Tisdale gasping for breath as she lay on the floor in pain.
"And stay there" Lawrence exhaled as she walked towards the door, glaring at everyone still left in attendance as she grabbed the first coat she could find, wrapping it around her near-nude body before exiting the building, the last sight of her to many, her exposed sweat covered left cheek poking out the hole in her bottoms. Many gathered around Ashley to help her up, as others talked amongst themselves wondering what had just happened. People in the coming months talked and chatted around the web about how the fight had started and how the video had even leaked, with only one commentator pointing out a key moment nearly hidden in the video... A 10 second clip of Sarah Hyland in the crowd, beaming from ear to ear as Lawrence pulled Tisdale down the stairs, reveling in the moment.
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Love the recent stories by the_walkin_dude and Jackflash! Especially the Swift V Jenner matchup, that's a great rivalry that I always like to see explored and it was done fantastically! So I got inspired and decided to try another story myself! Kind of a random match-up but here it is :). Hope this isn't too long!
Oh Ashley.
If I may paraphrase Last Cruade, "You chose...poorly."
Which is not to say anything of her effort or the scrap itself, which was delightfully frenetic and quite evocative! Throwing in the mystery element was an excellent touch as well, definitely wouldn't mind seeing either of the blondes sussing out Hyland's role in orchestrating all this and bringing her to the appropriate justice.
Thanks for sharing,
~RF
PS. Forgot to mention, I loved the two decade stretch between the Fishel and Sweetin matches, Flash. That's some bad, bad blood right there!
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Love the recent stories by the_walkin_dude and Jackflash! Especially the Swift V Jenner matchup, that's a great rivalry that I always like to see explored and it was done fantastically! So I got inspired and decided to try another story myself! Kind of a random match-up but here it is :). Hope this isn't too long!
Very much appreciated, Mr. Drake. And now let me return a compliment to you...Ashley Tisdale is on my short list of lovelies who aren't seen enough around here, so thank you very much for your story. But poor Tis.... ;)
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Love the recent stories by the_walkin_dude and Jackflash! Especially the Swift V Jenner matchup, that's a great rivalry that I always like to see explored and it was done fantastically! So I got inspired and decided to try another story myself! Kind of a random match-up but here it is :). Hope this isn't too long!
Very much appreciated, Mr. Drake. And now let me return a compliment to you...Ashley Tisdale is on my short list of lovelies who aren't seen enough around here, so thank you very much for your story. But poor Tis.... ;)
I really appreciate the kind words from you and Walking Dude! Means a lot to me hearing it from two writers as talented as yourselves! I agree about not seeing enough Tis, part of the reason I used her haha. Figured I could continue the story soon and involve Tis again and her good friend Hyland ;D
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Because bad times require bad girls...
Here's a return of a popular concept, BAD GIRLS TRIUMPHANT. Some of our favorite good girls losing decisively to sinister sirens!
Feel free to give us your wicked women winning, too!
Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
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The spectators...every last one a devoted supporter of Emma...sat in stunned silence. It was all going so terribly wrong....
It was supposed to be a crowning moment for Watson, the veritable Queen of British Catfighting. She would face her longtime nemesis, Kristen, in a lavish estate in the English countryside. Stewart had never before managed to defeat Watson on British soil, and the expectation was that Emma, who was very much at the peak of her powers, would have little trouble dispatching her rival yet again.
The American arrived alone, with not a single supporter present. But she couldn't care less if anyone was there to cheer her on. She was determined to beat Watson on her own turf, come hell or high water. What resulted was perhaps their wildest, most tumultuous brawl ever.
And for the last few minutes, control of the match had decisively been in Stewart's hands. Dazed and spent, Emma could no longer often more than token resistance as her nemesis battered her mercilessly. Now, adrenaline coursing through her veins, the American picked her English opponent up and held her horizontally in her arms, Kristen mewling in fear at what might come next.
Her fear was well-founded, as Kristen suddenly dropped to one knee and slammed Watson's back across her bent knee, the English lass's spine bent agonizingly backward from the impact. Keeping her foe draped across her knee, Kristen pushed her right hand down upon her victim's chin, while her left hand grasped and squeezed her groin, bending Watson back further still. Emma's pride refused to allow her to submit, but her moans and screams of anguish betrayed the savage pain she was enduring.
Finally her senses could take the pain no longer, and Emma passed out. Kristen roughly shoved her off of her knee and rolled her over onto her back. She then stood up and defiantly planted a foot on the chest of her beaten rival, declaring her victory and her opponent's destruction.
Ashley Tisdale vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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Hooking her arms under Trachtenberg's knees, Tisdale listed the brunette up off of the carpet. Ashley then began to spin around and around, subjecting the yowling Michelle to a Whirlybird Twirl. As she was spun around, the hapless Michelle's senses were sent reeling; finally the blonde released her and her opponent sailed several feet through the air before crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.
Dizzy and dazed, Trachtenberg frantically struggled up to all fours and began to woozily crawl forward, desperate to somehow get away from her attacker. Wearing a smirk, Ashley sauntered after her, stepping up beside the retreating brunette and dropping to one knee. She then grabbed her adversary by her chestnut mane and pulled her bodily over the blonde's bent knee, Michelle draped on her belly and too weak and bewildered to pull free, she was helpless as Tisdale drew her right arm back, and then unleashed a stead stream of open-palm spanks to the brunette's swiftly reddening rear end!
Michelle yelped with every painful slap, tears streaking eye liner down her face...a face flushed with humiliation as her rival toyed with her. "You've had this coming to you for a long time, you goody two-shoes bitch!" Ashley gleefully said as her hand continued to blister the bottom of her opponent.
Finally, unable to endure the pain or the ignominy any longer, Trachtenberg blubbers, "N-no more...stop! Please staaaaaapppp!" With a self-satisfied sneer, the blonde pushed her defeated foe to the floor, where Michelle rolled to her belly and buried her face in the plush carpeting to cry. Rising up, Tisdale planted a foot upon the bright red derriere of Michelle, drawing a whine of discomfort from the beaten girl, and raised her arms to accept the congratulatory cheers of the onlookers.
Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin
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A chorus of alarm arose from the spectators as Abigail walked over to the fireplace and grasped hold of the cast iron poker. "Relax," she assured them, "I'm not going to use it on her. I mean, not exactly." She gave a saucy smirk, but her words silenced the concerns of the onlookers. And after all, why would the blonde even need a weapon, given how decisively she had been dominating her opponent for the past five or so minutes.
Indeed, the badly stunned Ariel was on her hands and knees, shaking her head to try and clear it. Bending down, Breslin slipped the poker underneath the back strap of the brunette's bikini halter. She then began to twist the metal rod, causing the strap to wind around it. Before she realize what was happening, Winter felt the fabric of her bra tightening; within moments, her 34D breasts were being mauled and crushed by her own halter top!
Abigail continued to twist the poker, pulling the fabric ever-tighter. Ariel's hands clutched in futility at the bra, frantic to somehow relieve the mounting pain. She moaned and gasped for breath as she found it harder to draw air into her lungs, her body drenched with sweat as her eyes began to glaze over from the torment.
Relief only came as the strain finally proved too much for the tog's construction, and the bra began to pull apart at the seams. Suddenly it fell in tatters to the floor, revealing Winter's swiftly bruising breasts. Grabbing her opponent by her dark hair, Breslin yanked her up to her feet and spun her around so that they were face to face. The blonde then voluntarily unhooked her own halter top, freeing her 34C's.
Slipping her arms underneath Ariel's own and wrapping them around her back, Abigail pulled her in tight and subjected the brunette to a bearhug, the pressure mashing their breasts together. However, the mauling she had just endured had left Winter's bosom so sore and tender, this new assault was excruciating. Winter wailed an wept, her body now as limp as a ragdoll in the clutches of her arch-rival. Breslin grinned as she felt her foe grow steadily weaker by the moment.
Lower lip quivering, Ariel finally rasps, "Ahhh...give...uuuuuupppp...", her head lolling back and forth as she struggled to not pass out. But Abigail ignored her words and continued squeezing her, determined to knock her adversary out. That finish came soon enough, as the brunette passed out. Breslin let her drop to the floor, and then placed her foot upon Ariel's battered breasts, drawing a whimper of anguish from the conquered beauty.
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I love it Jackflash! These are fantastic! :D
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Really wonderful, especially the Watson vs Stewart brawl. Many thanks.
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Please no. This thread is basically the only part of this board that isn't infested with Bollywood actresses. Allow us at least one safe haven from that crap.
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Excellent, excellent work on Alexander and Daddario, CelebRP! Jamie's one we don't see as much as I'd expect, so such a domineering appearance over a pillar like Alexandra D is quite delightful. Thanks for sharing!
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Doja Cat vs Britney Spears
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Spears's grunts were tinged with pain as her opponent slammed forearm smashes to her bare chest, staggering the blonde. Then, a rake of nails across the eyes brought a sharp shriek from the now-blinded Britney. Reeling from the assault, Spears was helpless to resist as Doja grasped her left wrist and spun her around; releasing her handhold, Cat watched with satisfaction as the blonde was thrown chest-first into the wall, giving a loud groan as she stumbled backward, revealing the two round indentations in the drywall from where Brit's breasts had slammed into it. (Note: Rather than have the 'divots' repaired, the mansion's owner, host of this night's battle, hung a frame around them and displayed it as modern art!)
As the blonde continued to stagger back in a stupor, the brunette stepped behind her and dipped at the knees. Grasping her opponent's lush body, she pulled Spears across her shoulders for a Torture Rack. Britney howled in anguish as she was bend agonizingly across her opponent's shoulders, as Doja, a cruel smile on her face, proceeded to walk around the room, showing off her captive adversary as a huntress would a jungle trophy, as the hapless Spears mewled in her clutches. Sweat glistened across both of their nude curvaceous figures.
Then, standing in the center of the room, Doja exhibited a phenomenal show of raw power...made all the more impressive by how battered both beauties now were following their long and brutal match...by lifting Britney's body up and holding the blonde aloft over her head! A panicked Spears whined, "No no no no no no!" But then with an Amazonian shout, Doja slammed Britney hard to the floor. The blonde's body bounced several inches up from the impact, but then she lay there motionless, save for some involuntary twitches, and moaned in misery.
Grabbing her beaten foe's ankles and folding her over matchbook style, Doja sat on Britney's haunches to pin her and raised her arms to accept her triumph.
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Dominant Kristen is the best K-Stew, and props to you for FINALLY giving her an opponent besides Emma Watson. There are plenty of women out there for the two of them to fight besides each other.
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Yes totally wright, but Kristen vs Emma os the top exciting and hot rivalry.
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Yes totally wright, but Kristen vs Emma os the top exciting and hot rivalry.
I like that 'rivalry' too, but like 19/20 fights featuring Stewart in this thread are against Emma Watson, the one difference being against Emma Stone... I just think it would be great to see her face off against someone else for a welcome change.
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Really great fight I agree what about K stew vs Megan Fox that could be a nice rivaley
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Love the Robbie/Stewart fight and especially love the Larson/Watson fight! Never seen either matchup before so it was exciting! Great job CelebRP!
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Jennette McCurdy & Miranda Cosgrove vs Debby Ryan & Peyton List
Devastatingly magnificent, my friend! :o
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fantastic stories by everyone here, really really well written. would like to ask is it ok if i write some stories on asian celebs(ie : korean, japanese, chinese, etc)
Certainly! There are no such restrictions on which celebs can be used here. I look forward to seeing your work. :)
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HWA: Emma Stone vs. Kristen Stewart
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It drew a huge pop from the crowd, that's for sure! Having pushed Kristen to a corner, Emma plunged her right hand between the brunette's cleavage and underneath her suit. Startled at this intrusion, Stewart was too slow in responding, and thus was unable to prevent her opponent from finding the small metal rod which K-Stew has a habit keeps tucked down there in a secret pocket...the one she would palm to give her punches extra impact. And now it was in the hands of Stone; more precisely, her right hand.
The foreign object curled tight within her fist, the redhead began to deliver sledgehammer punches to Kristen's head, quickly reducing her to a glassy-eyed state. Grabbing the rubber-legged brunette by her hair, Stone dragged her out of the corner to the center of the ring. There, she looked to the crowd, who urgently cheered her on. Smiling, Emma kissed her fist, then did a big exaggerated windup with her arm.
But before she could deliver the blow, Stewart recovered enough to throw a finger thrust to her adversary's windpipe. Dropping the bit of metal (which rolled out of the ring), the gasping redhead clutched her throat and staggered back. Kristen followed up with a vicious rake of her nails across Emma eyes, blinding her, and suddenly the tide of the match had turned yet again.
A pair of forearms blows across the back drove the redhead toward a corner, where Stewart shoved her back into. In her pre-match promo, Kristen had vowed to "get blood from a Stone" in this match, and now she went to make good on that threat; with a savage growl, the brunette sunk her teeth into her opponent's scalp, eliciting a shriek of pain from Emma. After a few moments, Stewart ceased her biting and, grabbing Stone by the hair, she roughly yanked her out of the corner. Kristen then tore the padded cover off of the top turnbuckle, and once again taking her opponent by her tangled mane, she began smashing Emma's forehead repeatedly into the unrelenting steel buckle!
When the referee finally pulled the brunette off of her victim, Emma raised her head to reveal a smear of crimson across her forehead, with a trail of blood flowing down her face and getting into her eyes. Smirkingly satisfied with her handiwork, Kristen pulled Stone by the hair a few feet out of the corner, and from behind then locked on her sleeper finisher.
Arms windmilling, Stone seemed doomed to defeat. But she had been preparing for this move, and was ready with a response. In one deft move, she side-stepped and then stepped back, slipping out of the startled Stewart's supposedly iron clad grasp. A heartbeat later she shoved Kristen forward, and the brunette slammed chest-first into the unprotected turnbuckle, winding her with a heavy, pained gasp. Stunned, she staggered backward...and right into a Lungblower, courtesy of the adrenaline-fueled Stone!
If the battered brunette thought she might be granted a few precious moments to recover, her hopes were swiftly dashed as Emma hauled her up by the hair, lifted her up to hold her upside down, and inflicted her devastating TombStone finisher on Stewart, the crown of her skull spiking into the canvas with the full weight of both women behind the impact. Suffice it to say, Kristen was unconscious before her body flopped to the mat. As Emma pressed her hands down upon her vanquished foe's shoulders for the pin, her blood-soaked face was suddenly graced with a beaming smile, as the thousands-strong crowd jumped to their feet to cheer her.
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Alexa Bliss vs Naomi
Stinkface Match
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The battle of who has the best assets was underway. Both of the combatants claimed to possess the most bodacious derriere. After several heated twitter exchanges, Alexa Bliss and Naomi meet in the ring to decide, once and for all, who was the most bootylicious. The match, of course, would be a Stinkface Match. The rules were simple, the first person to shove their glorious backside into their opponent's face would win the match.
Alexa, despite all of her pre-match taunting, her illegal choking, hair pulling, and underhanded eye pokes, was in an absolutely world of pain. Naomi had weathered the Wicked Witches' fury and paid it back ten fold! Miss Bliss, the same woman that had arrogantly sneered at her opponent and called her "an over-rated, over-weight bimbo that stuffs her undies to make her ass look bigger," was crawling backwards in an effort to flee from her pursuing opponent. Naomi's footsteps were firm and calculated. She wasn't merely stalking her prey, she was herding the sniveling blonde right where she wanted her to go.
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Alexa's head is in a dense fog from the beating she's taken and she's unable to think straight, otherwise she wouldn't have set herself up so perfectly. In an attempt to rest and regain her bearings, Bliss reaches up, grabs onto the middle rope and pulls herself up to her feet. She quickly finds out she's incapable of standing up straight and her legs can't hold up her body. Alexa leans against the turnbuckle padding, her arms draped over the ropes.
Naomi sizes up the wounded blonde and bolts forward. Bliss glances up through hazy, half-lidded eyes and sees Naomi barreling toward her at full speed. Naomi leaps up and twists around, slamming her ass into Bliss' abdomen and ramming her back into the blonde's breasts, crushing Alexa's small body between Naomi and the turnbuckle. Bliss' limbs are splayed out from the blow. At this point, the only thing holding her upright is Naomi's body pressing her against the corner; therefore, as Naomi slowly walks away from Alexa, the 5' wicked witch staggers and wobbles, as if in a drunken stupor.
The audience is on the edge of their seats as they watch Bliss awkwardly teeter. She takes a wobbly, haphazard step forward and rocks back and forth on the heel of her boot The crowd is silent, waiting in anticipation until, finally, Alexa's feet are incapable of balancing herself any longer. She leans back too far and she falls back, landing flat on her ass. Her self-proclaimed, "perfect ass" thuds loudly against the canvas, causing the audience to leap out of their seats. The distinct sound of Alexa's fat bottom striking the mat caused Naomi to turn around, her eyes locked onto Alexa's. The blonde's unfocused eyes don't even focus on Naomi, but instead stare off into the distance. She's too zonked out to realize the severity of her current situation; so, with a despairing groan, she just lazily leans her head back onto the bottom turnbuckle pad.
Naomi's lips curl into a smile when she turns around and sees Alexa sitting in the corner, her legs spread wide, her arms draping over the bottom ropes and her head lazily resting back, using the bottom turnbuckle pad as a makeshift pillow. Naomi prowls ahead; her steps, once again, are slow and deliberate. The dark-haired beauty spins on her heel and looks over her shoulder as she moonwalks back toward Alexa. Naomi keeps her eyes locked onto the hazy eyes of her rival. She waits for a hint of cognizance from Alexa and once she sees that spark of recognition, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her black, booty-cut shorts and slides the garment past her hips, letting the shorts fall to her ankles. She kicks the shorts away, much to the crowd's delight. Naomi's lower half is now scantily clad by a barely-there hot pink cotton thong.
Alexa's eyes gradually widen as she watches Naomi begin to back up, bringing her thong-clad ass closer and closer to her face. Alexa tries to fight through her hazy stupor by placing her hands up and desperately pushing against her rival's large cheeks. The realization seems to fully sink in because Little Miss Bliss begins screaming like a banshee, shaking her head and pleading for mercy as she pushes against her rival. With her palms pressed against Naomi's oncoming butt, her wide, expressive eyes staring at the deep crack running between Naomi's cheeks, Bliss begins to actually cry, sobbing out for mercy. In the end, Alexa's attempts to avoid Naomi's ass prove to be futile. The black beauty easily pushes breaks past Alexa's defenses and she lowers her ass upon Bliss' mortified, terror-stricken face.
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Naomi's mouth stretches into a wide grin once she feels the tip of Bliss' nose slide up her cheeks, followed immediately by her screaming mouth. In one swift motion Naomi's bodacious backside completely engulfs the blonde's face. Alexa's muffled groans and screams of despair emit from Naomi's rotating backside as she gyrates against her. Bliss' pint-sized body squirms and writhes in humiliation. Naomi seizes the top ropes and furiously shakes her hips back and forth, forcing Bliss face side-to-side! Miss Bliss can only resort to pathetically stomping and kicking her feet, her hands slapping at thick, dark hips as Naomi pushes back, burying Alexa's diamond-studded nose and gaping mouth even further inside the dark, hot, sweaty crevice of her derriere. Alexa sobs and shrieks uncontrollably as her grimacing face buries deeper and deeper into her rival's booty. Her screaming and thrashing has taken away precious oxygen and soon her limbs begin to grow weak and her eyes become heavy. Very quickly, Alexa's kicking degrades to mere twitching and it's obvious the blonde is unconscious. Naomi won the moment her ass made contact with Bliss' face, but the fact she was able to knock the mouthy blonde out made the victory so much sweeter. Naomi peels her ass away from Alexa's face, as if she were removing a suction cup, and raises her arms in victory.
Naomi is already backstage once Alexa Bliss wakes back up. Naomi watches the backstage monitors, grinning ear to ear. The HD cameras capture every pure of the blonde's ruddy, sweaty face. The cameramen capture Bliss' reaction once she realizes the sweat on her face isn't her own, but is courtesy of Naomi, and her superior ass. They capture the moment she realizes the foul scent in her nostrils and the horrid taste in her mouth is also courtesy of Naomi, and her superior ass.
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And they capture the moment she realizes she's naked from the waist down, also courtesy of Naomi, and her superior ass. Naomi smirks, slinging Alexa's discarded shorts and panties over her shoulder, watching with uninhibited glee as the distraught blonde scurries around the ring, looking for her shorts and undies. With one hand over her shaven mound and the other covering her ass, Bliss scurries out of the ring and hightails it up the ramp. Meanwhile Naomi goes online shopping to find a suitable frame for her trophies of war.
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Maya Thurman-Hawke (with Uma Thurman) vs Lily-Rose Depp (with Vanessa Pardis)
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The audience in the luxurious penthouse was extremely vocal during this battle between the two second generation actresses, but no one was more vocal than their respective mothers Uma Thurman and Vanessa Paradis, who alternated shouting encouragements to their respective daughters and throwing insults at each other.
Both topless beauties went into the fight with great enthusiasm and ferocity, but in the end it was apparent that Maya’s slight size advantage was giving her the edge, as she was able to violently throw Lily-Rose to the ground face first. Maya then sat on Lily-Rose back and started to brutally pull her hair.
Thinking her daughter was on the verge o submission, Vanessa snatched a glass of whisky from a guest and threw its content on Maya’s face, who screamed in pain as the alcoholic liquid stung her eyes.
“That’s not fair!” Screamed Uma but it seemed that nobody in the audience cared about the interference and Vanessa’s only response was a mocking grin as she flipped the bird at her enraged rival.
Meanwhile Lily-Rose took advamtage of the situation an pushed down a confused Maya, sitting on her belly and pinning her arm under her own knees, before starting to claw and scratch Maya’s tits.
As soon as she saw her daughter in that predicament, Uma decided to take matters in her own hands, stepped on the mat and grabbed Lily-Rose’s hairs, pulling her away from her daughter.
“Don’t touch my daughter you fucking bitch!” Screamed Vanessa and went after Uma, tackling her to the ground. The two mature divas, clad in their high-end evening gowns, rolled on the floor clawing and slapping each other with total abandon as the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers for the unexpected bonus fight.
But while her mother was starting her own fight Maya was already regaining control of hers and crawled on top of Lily-Rose, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s head and forcing her head between her own battered breasts. Lily-Rose trashed wildly trying to free her mouth and nose from that fleshy prison; but soon her movement faded and she finally lost consciousness.
Maya, however, didn’t waste time in celebrations and wnetto help her mother, holding Vanessa, while Uma slapped and scratched the french diva face and tits. Vanessa tried to fight back but soon she started bawling her submission, begging Uma and Maya to stop.
Finally the promoter took pity on Vanessa and ordered security to step on the mat and pull Uma and Maya away from her. Mother and daughter hugged and then raised their arms in victory as Vanessa and Lily-Rose, beaten and humiliated, were unceremoniously escorted out of the party.
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Emma Stone vs Kristen Stewart was excellent Jackflash.
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Flashback 1976: Maureen McCormick vs Pamela Sue Martin
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Pamela let out a sharp grunt of pain as Maureen's hand chopped across her chest. A second such blow caused the brunette to stagger backwards. McCormick then grabbed Martin by the hair and, with a growl, hip tossed her to the mansion's floor.
Rolling with the momentum, Pamela got to one knee, her long chestnut hair covering her face and her head hung down and she panted for breath. Maureen approached her, again grabbing her hair so as to haul her back up to her feet. But the brunette was not as helpless as her opponent imagined, and Pamela threw a finger thrust into the blonde's windpipe.
Eyes widening as she staggers back, hands clutching her throat, Maureen gasps and groans in equal parts pain and shock. Martin hooks her hands behind her adversary's knees and with a sharp yank, pulls the blonde's feet out from under her and sends her crashing onto her back. Rising up, Pamela takes Maureen by the ankles and spreads her legs apart; McCormick's face is flushed with fear as she frantically waves her hands in the air and rasps, "No...don't!"
But no amount of pleading prevents the brunette from viciously driving her foot down into the blonde's groin, drawing a howl of anguish from her victim. Dropping the blonde's legs, Martin then proceeds to 'stomp a mud hole'; her bare foot stomping away at Maureen's belly, chest, face and thighs again and again, until McCormick is battered into semi-consciousness.
Now the brunette, a cruel sneer on her face, rolls her opponent over onto her belly and sits on her back. With her hands she covers Maureen's mouth and pinches shut her nose as she yanks her head up and back, the jolt of pain along the blonde's neck and spine shocking her from her stupor. But, unable to breath, McCormick frantically tugs at her oppressor's hands with her own, but to no avail. Her watery blue eyes begin to glaze over and then flutter shut, until as last her body ceases to squirm and she sinks into the inky darkness of total unconsciousness.
Standing up, Pamela places a foot on her beaten rival's rear end and raises her arms in a display of triumph.
Meanwhile, one of the spectators, a network television producer, leans over to the man next to him and says, "Well, I guess that decides who'll be playing Nancy Drew."
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Michelle Ang vs Kaley Cuoco
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Kaley grunted as Michelle threw her face-first to the carpeted floor. Moving swiftly, the New Zealander dropped to her knees, grabber her opponent's ankles, and folded the blonde's legs back at the knees. Crossing Cuoco's ankles, she then pressed down on her rival's limbs, drawing anguished moans from the American. Adding to Kaley's pain, Ang presses her fingertips hard into the soft arches of the blonde's bare feet, which elicits shrieks from the victim.
Maintaining this grueling hold for another minute or so, the brunette suddenly moves herself forward, pressing her right knee against Cuoco's crossed ankles to keep her legs folded back and pinned down, while with her now free hands she reaches forward and grabs her adversary's golden hair to yank her head up and back. Ang then snakes her arms around Kaley's throat and head to lock on a Rear Naked Choke.
Hands alternately tugging in futility at the powerful arms strangling her, and flailing in panicked helplessness, Kaley's face turns red and then purple as the breath is choked from her, and her green eyes glaze over as her lids grow ever heavier. Finally her eyes flutter shut and her body goes limp, as she is strangled into unconsciousness.
Releasing her beaten foe, Michelle majestically rises up, places a foot on Cuoco's rear end, and flexes her arms in a display of victory.
HWA: Charlize Theron vs Katie Holmes
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Slumped in the corner, Katie could only watch in dazed silence as her opponent rolled out of the ring under the ropes, grabbed one of the six foot wooden tables stacked up at ringside, and slid it into the ring, with her following right behind it. The crowd popped huge, as this would be the first use of a table in this, a Tables Match.
The South African propped the table up at an angle in the corner opposite the one where her opponent was, the brunette's arms flung limply over the top ropes on either side of her. Theron then came over to Holmes with a smile on her face. Katie had been wreaking a reign of terror over the HWA, and Charlize had finally vowed to put an end to it. Now, she grabbed the brunette's left wrist and pulled her away from the corner. The statuesque blonde then flung her equally statuesque adversary across the ring with an Irish Whip.
But Katie was far from helpless. Indeed, she had recovered enough to suddenly put on an extra burst of speed; before she should have slammed into the table, she instead leapt up, ran up the table, and used it to launch herself backward. Caught by surprise, Theron is too slow to react, and the brunette's legs snap tight around her head for a flying headscissors that flips the blonde hard to the mat.
With Charlize now the dazed one, Katie drags her up to her feet and whips her toward the table. The blonde's body spins around and she hits it back first with a heavy thud, her face twisting into a mask of pain. A moment later, Holmes dashes toward her, spins around, and delivers a Butt Bump to Theron's chest with such force, the table cracks beneath her!
As Theron puddles to the canvas, Holmes rolls out of the ring. At ringside, she sets up a table, and then lifts another table and sets it up on top of that one. She then returns to the ring, where the blonde has struggled up to one knee. Grabbing Charlize's hair with one hand, Katie shoves the wreckage of the table out of the corner with the other, and she then slams her opponent's face into the top turnbuckle a half-dozen times. That leaves Charlize pliable enough for Holmes to scale up the ropes and pull her rival up behind her by the hair, until both are balanced precariously on the top ropes.
The crowd roars as Katie then executes a Suplex, yanking Theron up off of the ropes, flipping her through the air, and sending her crashing upon the top table with such impact, not only does it shatter, but so does the one beneath it!
Although the South African had taken the brunt of the blow, Katie is also stunned, but after several moments she is able to shake her head clear, and she gets up to crawl back into the ring, beating the referee's twenty count. The bell tolls to signal the conclusion of the match as the once-magnificent Charlize lay semi-conscious and moaning in the kindling that was once a pair of tables. But her troubles weren't over yet.
When she had accepted this match, Holmes had vowed to humiliate the HWA legend, and now she aimed to make good on that pledge. The sinister brunette exited the ring and, taking Theron by the hair, pulled her up to a seated position, then made her roll over to all fours. Katie then sat on her rival's back and grabbed her hair like reins, and with a smug smile said, "Giddyup!"
Tears of both agony and humiliation streaked down Charlize's face as she helplessly crawled on all fours around the outside of the ring, and then Katie made her crawl up the long aisle way toward the curtain that led to the lockerrooms, the television cameras capturing every moment of the blonde's degradation, and of the brunette's gleeful triumph.
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Had never heard of Michelle Ang until now and it was a lovely and surprising introduction to her! Pulling off a win against Cuoco is tough, but Michelle did it in style! Also love seeing Katie get what I would consider an upset win against Charlize! I feel like I never seen enough of Katie around here, so always glad to see it ;D . Amazing work Jackflash!
Ashley Tisdale Vs Ariel Winter - The Tisdale and Hyland Saga
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The rumor had spread, Sarah Hyland's beaming smile sparking social media alight with theories, ranging from her being the mastermind behind baiting Tisdale into confronting and fighting Lawrence to her simply being the worst sort of friend anyone could have. The crowd was split, mastermind or simply a backstabbing friend who reveled in her friends beatdown at the hands of the larger, stronger actress. Ashley Tisdale had heard the rumors and all she wanted was answers, revenge lingering on the back of her mind. She received no answers from Sarah, phone calls were answered and DM's were left on read. None of her circle was talking either and Tisdale was unable to find her anywhere around LA until one day an odd Twitter account tweeted Ashley a picture, with Sarah alone at a small private Beverly Hills park. Tisdale left immediately, ready to confront her best friend on her suspicious actions all throughout that night. But when she arrived only one person was waiting in the park, Ariel Winter.
The fight had been brutal...Ashley's questions about Sarah had only grown more and more angry as Winter smugly refused to talk, Tisdale's temper getting heated up to the point where she was about to walk away.... Until Winter slapped the fit blonde actress, promising answers if Tisdale could make her. Tisdale didn't need to be asked twice, the blonde tackling the busty brunette to the grass as the two engaged in a sweat filled, lengthy back and forth brawl on the park grass.
The two women staggered back up to their feet, mere feet apart, blond and black strands of hair littering the bright green grass, Winter's tight white shirt ripped and torn, exposing her large nearly uncovered chest. Tisdale wasn't faring much better, her red jacket tossed to the grass ages ago, her small thin grey tank top covered with retaliatory holes all from the aggressive young starlet. As Tisdale limped forward, her fists raised and ready to strike, Winter exploded with an unexpected burst of her energy, ramming her body straight into Tisdale's, their small frames clashing as Winter's globes helped her push Ashley back, sending the blonde stumbling back into a park bench. Ashley sat there, sucking in air as her arms hung by her side, her body sitting comfortably on the wood bench as Tisdale's head stared into the sky, dazed and exhausted. The blonde tilted her head back down only to see the busty brunette's jump, the buxom bombshell landing straight into Tisdale's lap with a THUD, Winter's legs sliding under the bench's back. Tisdale gasped, the air knocked out of her as she lurched forward involuntarily, her face colliding inbetween Winter's chest as the brunette leaned forward, her arms reaching behind the bench backing as she pulled herself forward, smothering the similarly sized blonde between her ivory twins. Searching for air, Tisdale only found sweat and skin, the brunette pulling herself forward as far as she could, the blonde's arms slapping against the brunettes in a panic, her hands finding Winter's hair, tugging, yanking and desperately ripping with every bit of energy she had left to no avail.
Tisdale's arms slid down Winter's back, the brunette getting up slowly, hobbling off her sweaty blonde adversary as she pulled a cellphone out of her pocket, taking a series of pictures of the passed out blonde. The phone rang and Winter answered, "Yes. Yes it's done, I did it. I won. Now we're even, all the favors you did for me on set are payed back... Yes that was the deal. Good. Fine. I'll take her top." Winter pulled the grey tank top off of the blonde, taking a series of photos with her phone before quickly hitting SEND. She walked away only to come back with the red jacket, covering the KO'd blonde's nude front with it. "Sorry... You were a bitch to fight, I'll give you that. But this is Hollywood. Favors are favors and family is family. Give up on Sarah. for your own sake. It's not worth it." Winter groaned, thinking she was largely talking to herself, but hoping that somehow the lightly moving blonde would remember her words.
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Thank you kindly, Mr. Drake. I agree that Katie deserves to be seen around here more often. Incidentally, she was in the very first post I made creating this very 'Finish Her' thread! :)
And excellent work from you. Tis, Ariel and Hyland are all on my list of favorites, so this was a particular treat for me. :D
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Jennifer Lawrence VS Michelle Trachtenberg
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With both ladies slowly nearing exhaustion, the two statuesque beauties pant and wince as they struggle against one another in a test of strength, their arms trembling as their feet dig into the soft canvas of the mat for support, their bodies glistening from sweat as their foreheads press tight together. They are evenly matched: true adversaries, both equally as stubborn as the other as neither girl refuse to bend a knee to the other. Having both agreed to an ‘I Quit’ match against each other, tonight was a nightmarish scenario for both of their unnaturally-high egos, with each rather being left a naked, unconscious mess in the middle of the ring than ever submitting in such an spineless fashion.
Looking to end the five minute long stalemate, Trachtenberg sacrifices her traction for a well-timed knee to Lawrence’s stomach. The blonde instinctively buckles, throwing off her centre of balance which Michelle takes full advantage of as she muscles Jen to the ground.
Jen tugs at Michelle’s hair as she fights back, but that only serves to infuriate the brunette more than anything else. Trachtenberg wants to waste not a second more than needed in finishing off her groggy adversary. Dipping to her knees, Michelle rolls the still-dazed Lawrence over onto her back. She then devilishly wraps her slender legs around Jennifer’s head to secure a figure four headscissors, her ballet-trained thighs tightening around Lawrence’s head like steel coils.
Jen sputters for breath, desperately trying to pry apart Michelle’s vicious thighs but to little avail. The blonde thrashes and squirms, her hands slapping at the merciless legs of her opponent as they squeeze her skull like an anaconda - her face is continuing to purple, mascara running as her eyelids begin to narrow. The audience is at the edge of their seats as they watch the Oscar-winning actress struggle valiantly - the stadium’s lighting reflects each minuscule shadow of her muscles noticeable as the blonde flexes her arms.
The referee kneels down next to Lawrence, asking if she’s ready to submit. Jen refuses three times before finally, at the fourth such query, she is ready to concede - she taps her hands rapidly against her tormentor’s strong thighs, eyes shut in strain as she struggles against the threat of unconsciousness. But before the official can call for the match to end, Trachtenberg squeezes even tighter yet as she hisses out to the ref standing behind her.
“She has to SAY it!” the brunette yells defiantly. Fear appears in Jen’s eyes as she finally realises the predicament she’s got herself in - Trachtenberg will not release her until she hears a verbal submission!
“F-Fine…!” Jen croaks out, barely able to speak as the brunette’s porcelain-white thighs tighten around her skull, “Okay, fine! I qui-q-qu-” But Michelle flashes a devious smirk across her face as she clamps down tighter, her legs wrapped around Lawrence’s head so compactly that the brunette can not even sputter out the rest of her submission! The words are stuck on the edge of her tongue as she fights to set them free.
But Trachtenberg refuses to show any mercy as her thighs squeeze Jen’s head with an intense amount of pressure, the latter continuing to thrash about as she fights to voice her submission. Michelle looks up at the audience, their loud disapproval filling her ears, revealing just how much more popular Jen is then herself. As if to silence them, Michelle gives another squeeze of her gams as Lawrence begins to bang her feet against the mat in response. Within seconds, the blonde’s world is soon swallowed by darkness as her arms at last fall limp to their sides of Trachtenberg’s legs.
Trachtenberg releases her legs as she smiles weakly - with exhaustion hampering her ability to stand up, she instead lets herself fall onto her back as her chest heaves for breath. She raises her arm in the air, hand coiled into a fist as she basks in the glares of the spectators around her. Everyone had wanted America’s angel to walk out of the ring as the victor, but in the end, the rumours were true - the devil is real and she wears a yellow dress.
Max VS Penny: Shower Showdown II
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Penny grunted as Max pushed her up against the shower wall, her huge, slippery breasts covering Penny’s smaller pair in an epic display of dominance. Despite her best efforts, the west coast blonde could not budge the New Yorker an inch as Max took to work slamming her bigger jugs against Penny’s faltering breasts repeatedly.
Penny tried to counter each blow, but not many girls could compete against Max when it came to her near-prodigious rack - herself included! To complete her assault, Max leaned up on her tip-toes and let her giant breasts rest on Penny’s own tits, forcing the latter’s knees to buckle as the blonde groaned from the excess weight.
“Give up now and I’ll only make you kiss one of ‘em!” Max purred, pressing forward to increase the pressure on Penny’s breasts as the blonde continued to shake, feeling her precious globes beginning to cave, “Keep me waiting and I’ll engulf your breasts while I make you worship each of mine.” Max's pale, heavy bosom pressed deeper into Penny's, further fueling the blonde's own insecurities.
Penny struggled not to give Max the pleasure of seeing her eyes glance down to the former's huge bust atop her own. Instead, she stared up at the ceiling tiles, trying to channel any hidden reservoirs of strength as she tried to push herself from the frigid tiles that composed the entirety of the shower.
“Hnnnngggg! When hell… freezes over!” Penny screamed defiantly, breathing heavily as she stared her tormentor in the eyes without hesitation. Immediately, Max pressed forward, her massive DDs completely eclipsing Penny’s smaller C cups as the Californian wailed in agony. She slapped Max’s shoulders as she pleaded for mercy.
But Max was only getting started. Backing up, she then continued to slam her world-class bosom against the blonde’s defenseless, and easily outmatched rack. “That won’t be happening anytime soon… but I’ve got time to kill,” Max whispered into the sobbing waitress’s ear as she again pressed her soaking-wet breasts up against Penny’s once more, “I hope you’ll put up more of a fight this round. Ready?”
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A double delight! Thank you so much, Nicole! ;D
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Glad to see Nicole writing again!
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Finally some good news! Nicole S. is back! Yay!
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Riley Parks (Jennifer Love Hewitt from "The client list") vs Gloria Delgado-Pritchett (Sofia Vergara from "Modern Family)
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The debut of Riley took the underground catfight league by storm, the texan housewife turned escort hit a series of impressive victories that led her to be booked to a match with the equally feisty (and busty) trophy wife Gloria.
The fight was long and brutal until both topless beauties found themselves standing and locked in a mutual bearhug, their massive jugs pancaked together.
Both women moeaned, panted and grunted as they ketp pushing and rubbing their assets against their opponent's; they weren't just trying to win the fight, they wanted to prove what pair os boobs was better.
"Why don't you simply give up?" panted Gloria "You aren't tough enough to beat me!"
Riley didn't reply but again strongly pushed her rack against Gloria's, making her take a couple of step back. Gloria almost lost her ground but was able to regain her balance.
"You can push all you want" said Gloria "I'll never loose against a whore!" she then gave a violent push of her own, but this time Riley was ready and simply sidestepped, making Gloria fall hard on the ground. Riley wasted no time and jumped on Gloria's back wrapping her legs around the colombian's waist,then proceeded to grab both Gloria's tits, digging her nails in the soft flesh and squeezing with all her might.
Gloria screamed bloody murder as she suffered the pain from the brutal combination of bodyscissor and breast mauling and desperatly tried to escape from her opponent grip. But then her movement started to became more feeble, maybe for physical fatigue or maybe beacuse she simply lost the will to fight as her screams and insults became a pathetic bawl.
"Yes, I'm a whore" said Riley while keeping squeezing Gloria's boobs "but I know women like you, you are far worse than me. You're nothing more than a fucking gold digger who hide her greed behind the wedding vows. So don't you dare try to act all high-and-mighty with me, you fucking bitch!"
Riley's words almost hurt Gloria as much as her hands and she would have wanted to respond to those accusations, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was a pathetic plead for mercy.
"Please...please stop...I can't take it anymore....please...me rindo...I quit...déjame ir por favor..."
Riley released her hold and stood triumphant, enjoying the audience' cheers, while Gloria crumpled in a fetal position bawling uncontrollably.
And still Riley didn't even think for a moment that Gloria would give up on revenge for the humiliation she suffered.
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HWA FLASHBACK 2004: Michelle Trachtenberg vs Brittany Snow
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The instructors at the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance’s training school all agreed that two of the most talented students they have ever had were Michelle and Brittany. Big things were predicted for both when they were finally called up to the league, and they did not disappoint with their initial matches, each notching W’s and quickly gaining fame.
Not surprisingly, both Snow and Trachtenberg were bitter rivals at the training school, and now that both were pros and eager to rise up the ranks, they saw the other as a roadblock on their road to success. They finally had a match on an episode of the Monday night broadcast, but the twenty minute match went to a draw. The following week they met again, and the brawl that erupted and spilled out of the ring eventually got both rookies disqualified.
Now they would meet for a third time, and on a pay-per-view no less. What’s more, this match would have a one hour time limit, and would be submission only, which the booking committee felt was a stipulation that would keep the two combatants within the bounds of the rulebook, and not allow the match to sink to a back alley brawl again.
The match was nearing the forty minute mark, and the spectators sat spellbound. Already the internet pundits were waxing rhapsodic about how this was a veritable symposium on pure wrestling, with the two tyros displaying equally awesome talents at submission grappling. Time and again, Brittany and Michelle subjected one another to the most devastating of holds…the Stepover Armlock Camel Clutch, the Cross-Legged STF, the Gory Special, and many more…which only through their superb physical conditions and iron wills they managed to endure without submission. The referee kept in his back pocket a wireless microphone, which would be held to the mouth of one of the wrestlers so that her surrender could be heard loud and clear, compounding her humiliation.
Both the blonde and the brunette were running on fumes by this point, their last dregs of strength fading from the grueling punishment each had endured. They realized that if either of them is to win, it would have to be soon.
Suddenly, fate seemed to smile upon one, as Michelle managed to snare her rival in a Texas Cloverleaf. Snow let out an agonized howl as her body was brutally twisted. “Give up,” Trachtenberg gasped in an exhausted voice, “or I swear I’ll break your leg!”
Brittany’s only possible hope for salvation was the fact that she was so tantalizingly close to the ropes. Her hands darted forward, but fell just a few inches short of the bottom cable. Moaning in pain, she desperately claws at the canvas, slowly dragging herself forward, until she is finally able to hook the rope with her fingers. The referee calls for the hold to be broken; Michelle is reluctant at first, but finally she realizes that she can’t win if her opponent is on the ropes.
Releasing the leglock, Trachtenberg stands up, then she grabs Snow by her tangled golden mane and pulls her crawling on all fours toward the center of the ring, where she intends to re-apply the Cloverleaf, this time nowhere near the strands. But just then, Brittany swings her left arm up, slamming her forearm into the brunette’s groin! Michelle lets out a YEEP of pain and staggers backward, knock-kneed.
Drawing upon what’s left of her ebbing power, the blonde struggles up to her feet and faces her foe. She then turns her back to Trachtenberg, brings her right arm up to wrap it around her adversary’s head, and then drops down to the mat, delivering a Stunner to the brunette. Michelle’s body flops to the canvas, her glazed eyes rolling in their sockets as she struggles to not pass out.
Sensing victory within her grasp, adrenaline now pumps through Brittany’s body, invigorating her. She gets back to her feet and delivers a boot stomp to the back of Michelle’s skull, further stunning her. The blonde then limps over to the nearest corner and unties the turnbuckle padding, tossing it aside to expose the steel clamp beneath. She next returns to the groaning Trachtenberg, who has managed to push herself up to her hands and knees, and hauls her rival up to her own unsteady stems by two handfuls of hair.
Dragging her foe to the corner, Snow slams Michelle’s forehead into the steel buckle. Trachtenberg slumps against the ropes, her body threatening to melt into a hapless puddle on the canvas. The blonde then has a most insidious notion.
Wrapping her arms around Michelle’s waist and hoisting her opponent up over her shoulder, Snow manages to set the brunette down atop the turnbuckle, throwing her legs behind the top ropes. Then she slips between the cables and alights to the arena floor. Grasping Trachtenberg’s ankles with her hands, Brittany places first the sole of one boot against the edge of the ring apron, then the other, and she leans backward, until the blonde is almost upside down and her head hovers just above the floor as she tugs her adversary's legs with all of her might.
This results in pulling the brunette’s body downward, with the steel buckle grinding viciously into her crotch! The sudden jolt of anguish snaps her out of her stupor, and she throws her head back and yowls in torment. “NO NO NO NO NO!” she shrieks as tears streak down her face.
“Ask her!” the blonde commands the referee. The official is paralyzed with confusion. Clearly this is not a legal move…Trachtenberg is technically on the ropes, after all. But as the zebra looks over to the HWA official sitting at the timekeeper’s table, the executive gives a small nod.
With that, the ref, pulls the microphone out of his pocket, switches it on, and holds it up to the embattled beauty’s face. “What do you say, Michelle,” he asks. “Ready to submit?”
Michelle shuts her eyes tight and bites her lower lip, trying to block out the unimaginable pain. Her resistance lasts a full four seconds longer, until she frantically clutches the microphone and shrieks, “YES! I GIVE UP! I SUBMIT! OH GAWD I SUBMIIIIIIIIIIT!!!”
(The photo snapped by a ringside photographer at the exact moment of surrender was splashed on magazine covers across the globe, and won him a sports photojournalism award.)
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This hard-won victory cleared the path for Brittany, who shot up the ranks, and within four months of this match got a shot at the HWA Intercontinental belt…which she won.
Michelle found her star substantially dimmed for a time. She was relegated to the house show circuit for the next half-year, until finally she worked her way back onto the broadcast cards. And there was greatness and gold in her future as well. But there was also this black mark on her record and in her memory as well, and it was a long time before she had the chance to possibly erase it.
But that’s a story for another day….
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Is there a single picture of Michelle trachtenberg on this site that's less than 10 years old??
She doesnt look like that anymore people lmao
I could understand if it was a flashback match.
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HWA FLASHBACK 2004: Michelle Trachtenberg vs Brittany Snow
oh yours actually was a flashback match hahaha doh
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Rowan Blanchard
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Panting hard, the blonde tried to rise up from her knees, but with a moan sank back down to all fours, her sweat-soaked body trembling.
And slowly stalking around her, like a shark circling her prey, was her opponent. Her skin glistened with perspiration as Rowan sneered at her downed rival and said coldly, "Just stay down, you has-been. You're no match for me, and you know it." To punctuate her taunt, the brunette smacks Gellar in the back of her head, producing a grunt of discomfort.
When newcomer Blanchard first made her challenge to Sarah, the widespread shock of her audacity was matched only by the near-universal conclusion that the veteran was going to dismantle the upstart youngster. After all, Sarah Michelle Gellar has been a major figure in celebrity catighting for more than 20 years. True, age has perhaps taken her past her peak. But nevertheless, her experience alone should more than make up for any deficiencies, particularly against a green rookie.
Yet, those who had witnessed Rowan's handful of matches realized what a natural talent the teenager was, an uncut diamond only in need of a bit more polishing. Although even these people would never have gone so far as to predict she would win tonight, they did feel that the brunette would give a good accounting of herself.
Everyone had told Rowan she was crazy to challenge Gellar. Her fighting career had been off to a tremendous start, with several definitive victories. However, they were against newcomers like herself, and certainly none of them had the ability or the combative knowledge of the veteran blonde. But Blanchard was a young woman in a hurry, with no patience for waiting for things to happen in their own good time. She knew she was better than anyone else...most certainly an aging bitch like Sarah Michelle Gellar. The only thing the older woman was good for was to serve as proof of just how devastating the brunette was, as she destroys the catfighting legend.
It was virtually inevitable that Sarah would come into this match underestimating her adversary, but in her wildest dreams, she never anticipated that the teen would come at her from the very start with such skill, ingenuity and fury! The blonde was instantly put on the defensive, and she never had an opportunity to mount an effective offense; every effort to counter was adroitly thwarted by Rowan, who seemed to almost be able to predict what Gellar would attempt. Soon enough, Sarah was flailing about almost in a panic, as her younger rival systematically dismantled her, and ably demonstrated before the eyes of the shocked spectators that all of the blonde's hard-earned skills and experience meant nothing when facing an superior female like Blanchard.
And now the teen tigress was ready to finish her vaunted...and outmatched...foe off once and for all. Standing behind Gellar, who was still swaying unsteadily on her hands and knees, Rowan grabbed her hair and pulled the squealing blonde up to her feet as if she were a ragdoll, and then applied a Rear Naked Choke; betraying both her youth and her glee, she giggled as she strangled the veteran into certain defeat. Gellar's features reddened as she struggled for breath, and the stunned spectators could not help but see her distress etched upon her beautiful face. A tear trickled from the corner of the blonde's right eye, and all assembled there were certain they were viewing the destruction of a legend...and the birth of a new legend, phoenix-like from the ashes of the old.
But what happened next was not a rising, but a falling, as Gellar reached up with her hands, wrapped them around the back of the head of her tormentor, and suddenly dropped to her knees. Blanchard's chin smashed into the top of the blonde's skull, the sharp impact stunning her as she released her hold and staggered back a few steps. Then, with a fluid move, Sarah sweeps her left leg behind her, knocking Rowan's feet out from under her and sending her crashing onto her back. Spinning around, Gellar lunges, and with perfect precision lands a headbutt squarely into her opponent's groin! And in a matter of heartbeats, the entire tide of the battle had turned.
Where just a minute before was a pathetic wreck of a woman utterly spent and hapless, now there arose to her feet a veritable Amazon, as adrenaline pumps through her veins and strength flows into her sinews. Reaching down, Sarah grabs the moaning teen by her brown hair and hauls her mewling upright. Standing before her rival, the blonde cups her hand under Rowan's chin and squeezes her cheeks in, holding the brunette's face directly in front of here, which is bare inches away. Eyes glistening with a cold fury, Gellar says matter-of-factly, "You can win plenty of skirmishes, and even the battle, but it isn't over until you've won the war. And sweetie pie, for you, the war ends right now."
What followed next was breathtaking: in a tremendous show of raw strength, Sarah pulled Rowan's body across her shoulders and held her aloft in a Torture Rack! The blonde then began to walk slowly around, carrying her adversary as a huntress displays her captured prey. Gellar made sure that each and every spectator got a good look at the upstart youth as Blanchard's howls of agony filled the room. Finally the teen could take the pain no longer and she began to shriek, "STOP! I GIVE UP! LET ME GO! PLEASE!!!"
With her rival's submission, Sarah let her go and shook the brunette off of her shoulders, sending her crashing in a heap to the floor, where she lay sobbing and quivering. The blonde had no need to strike a victory pose...there was no doubt in anyone's mind who the superior woman is on this night. She simply strutted proudly out of the room and into the mansion's guest bedroom which had been reserved for her, and she collapsed on the bed in utter exhaustion and fell into a deep, restful sleep.
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First time writer here. I thought I'd give this a shot. I love Billie Eilish and PandorasBox had a great idea with their story that I wanted to work off. I hope they don't mind!
Billie Eilish VS Hunter King ft Joey King
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Billie wanted Ariel's attention. The titfighting princess was not an easy one to get a hold of to set up a match, so Billie decided that word of mouth was going to have to spread a lot more if she wanted her chance at fighting Winter. After beating Abigail Breslin in an upset no one saw coming, Billie was cemented as an up-and-coming titfighter... but she wanted more. So she called the next best girls before Ariel herself: the Hunter sisters - plural.
First she dealt with Joey, the youngest of the two girls. Joey tried to fight back but Billie's tits were a lot bigger up close than they looked in any of the music videos. Immediately off the bat, Joey had come at Billie hard and fast, but Billie simply mowed her back into the wall as she slammed Joey's girls flat with her larger bust.
Joey tried to hold defense by titboxing Billie's boobs with all she had left, but the green-haired songstress was stubbornly tanking each hit like it was nothing! Then, she jutted her breasts forward as Joey's pair mushroomed around the superior globes. With Joey against the wall, Billie ensnared her in a crushing bearhug as Joey's breasts vanished against Billie's ample boobs almost immediately!
The younger King sister wailed as she tried to break free, letting her scream carry to her elder sister's ears at the other side of the ring. "She's too bigggg!" she yelled as she felt her breasts caving to Billie's rack. Hunter, who clung to the ropes watching the match, had seen enough by this point.
"Hey, BITCH! My turn!" yelled Hunter as she climbed the ropes and landed in the ring with a loud thump. Billie looked over her shoulder to see Hunter marching at her fast and without hesitation, seeking revenge for her baby sister's sound defeat. Just as Hunter got near her, however, Billie spun around with Joey still in her possession, letting go as she threw the younger brunette into her older sister! The two Kings collided boob-to-boob, both pairs pancaking together with Hunter's surprisingly taking the brunt of the impact! To the crowd's surprise, hers lost more of their round shape than Joey's did!
"Hmmm, seems like little sis is firmer than big sis, everybody!" Billie shouted as she hopped over to where Hunter stood, the blonde dazed as she tried to regain her breath from the collision, "But neither of these washouts hold a candle to my Billie clubs!" Suddenly, the blonde let out a wicked groan as Billie slammed into her jugg-to-jugg with little remorse.
The singer's heavier tits sent Hunter King straight back into her corner ring post as Billie once against locked in her boob-punishing bearhug! Hunter was a bit more stubborn than her younger sister and managed to break free once, shoving Billie back as she tried to make an offensive against this young bitch.
"Oooooooh gawdddddddd!" the blonde moaned loudly. Hunter knew as soon as they went jugg-to-jugg that she had made a mistake. Billie Eilish's globes did not give even a fraction of a inch, remaining large, heavy... and firm! A few seconds later, Hunter let out a feminine squeal as her proud breasts were caved inward, crushed by the weight of Billie's indomitable breasts.
Billie broke the hug as she twisted her shoulders, before turning back and SLAMMING her tits against Hunter's, not once, not twice, but THREE times, finally knocking the blonde on her ass with the last blow! Billie hooted as her tits jiggled wildly, retaining their firm bounce as she quickly regained her composure before her fans. Billie wasted no time as she scooted forward and pinned down Hunter's wrists to the mat. Billie dangled her large breasts over the blonde's face, her smile cruel as she then what she'd seen Hunter do so many times to other girls: she lowered her bosom down, locking King into a tight breast smother!
Billie's smirk grew wider as the older girl thrashed beneath Billie's big breasts - from the singer's vantage point, she could see only Hunter's eyebrows, with the rest of her reddened face obscured by Eilish's destructive twins as the blonde fought for oxygen.
Hunter's face was beet red from shame as she grunted long and loud into Billie's orbs as she failed to escape from beneath her opponent, tapping vigorously on her green-haired tormentor's shoulders as she begged for mercy. Just as she was about to go under, Joey rushed over and leaned down beside Billie, whispering in the singer's ear as she watched her sister thrashing wildly beneath Billie's boobs. Billie laughed at whatever Joey said, and continued her smother as she seemed to be processing the conversation in her head. Joey stood up after seeing Billie finally nod her head.
Then, Billie relieved her smother! She stood up quickly, accepting Hunter's submission as she stood beside Joey, her hands coming to rest on her hips. A few seconds later, the younger King planted her lips on Billie's right tit, too big to take into her mouth as she instead suckled on it passionately as Billie was soon announced the winner.
"This isn't poker, ladies--you should know that Queens beat Kings everytime!" she said as she laid a foot atop Hunter's stomach in victory. She wondered how many more girls she would have to put down before Winter finally showed herself.
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SWELTER: Troian Bellisario
(One of the great things about being pals with The Walkin' Dude is that from time to time, completely out of the blue, he'll grace my mailbox with a masterful little gem he's written just for fun. Better still, he tells me I'm free to share it if I wish, and that's just what I'm going to do with all of you. Enjoy!)
This stemmed from when I read one of the many cancelled Friday the 13th scripts and spent part of the afternoon figuring out how I'd structure my own sequel. Because I am me it eventually lead to me thinking that a Summer Camp would offer all sorts of interesting venues for femfight scenarios and this in turn created a festival of sorts called 'Swelter'. Somewhere in the vicinity of 3-5 days long, it's either a bunch of miniature tournaments centered around the different types of matches or it's a place where a lass can go to fill up her dance card against any number of different opponents, be they longtime rivals or someone she's never faced before. What I actually put together is a quartet of snapshots from Troian Bellisario's Swelter schedule. I don't think any of them actually include the deciding moments of the match, though the focus on a single moment as well as their relative brevity makes me think they could make a home in FH without offending anyone.
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Troian Bellisario
On the Raft versus Sofia Pernas:
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The venue’s a simple wooden raft of planks mounted to half a dozen old plastic floats, like any other you’d see on countless lakes throughout the Midwest and Northeast. This particular example is perhaps a bit larger than its cousins and features one unusual feature, a sturdy foam ‘bumper’ of sorts that runs along the entire perimeter. It won’t keep anyone from falling off, it will however prevent anyone from injuring themselves against an edge were they to fall into the lake. Such an unexpected dip is hardly a concern at the moment, as the combatants are grounded, with Troian (lifeguard style midnight blue one-piece) stretched out high and tight across the chest of one Sofia Pernas (identical one-piece in electric yellow). The Moroccan import’s star has been on a near meteoric rise this summer due in no small part to a blistering rivalry with Bellisario, but though it has led to breakout matches with Laura Vandervoort, Katie Cassidy and most recently Summer Glau, it has yet to translate into any W’s against Troian herself. That drought doesn’t look to end anytime soon, as Troian (laying heavily on her left side) has her left arm cinched tight around the back of the other brunette’s neck, drawing her into a Side Headlock that just happens to keep the newcomer’s mouth wedged against the modest swell of Bellisario’s left breast. Also troublesome is the state of Pernas’ left arm, currently cinched tight between the vise of her opponent’s sinewy thighs. Even so, Sofia is far from helpless, as her right hand is buried in Troian’s hair and pulling hard enough to put the bendy-back’s left ear against her left shoulder. Might not be enough, alas. Pic shows hard-eyed Troi’s hands *just* breaking apart, the right seeking her new rival’s face, either to pinch her nostrils shut or possibly secure a HOM Smother. Sofia’s left leg, seen kicked almost straight into the hazy June sunshine behind her opponent, suggests how little she wants Bellisario’s mitt to reach its destination.
In the Cabin versus Perdita Weeks:
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Somewhere in one of the main cabins, half a dozen bunks have been pushed back against the walls and just as many rugs have been laid close to one another, creating a makeshift mat over the smooth hardwood floor. Standing amidst these rugs are Troian and ridiculously fit Brit gym rat Perdita Weeks. They’d be shoulder to shoulder (Troi’s right to Perdita’s left) if they were standing straight, but both ladies were bent almost double because they’d secured their near arm around the neck of her opponent for a mutual Headlock. Weeks’ face tough to make out because Bellisario has a savage handful of her hair, however the gleam of one eye and the obvious strain in her jaw suggest the photog might’ve caught her in mid-shriek. Not that all is sunshine and roses for Bellisario, far from it in fact. Eschewing a hair-pull of her own, Perdita has reached behind her own back and done…something. You’d need a reverse angle to actually confirm the wedgie (which has in fact raised Troian’s conservative red bottoms by almost six inches) but the gaping mouth and ‘How could you?’ expression on the brunette’s face provide compelling evidence on their own. Quite testy behavior for what was supposed to be a purely ‘competitive’ wrestling match and it would only grow more heated once Troi undid Perdy’s knotted tee-shirt and used it to bind the blonde’s arms for a full-on Hockey Fight style beatdown of the strong Briton’s vaunted tummy!
In the Yard versus Nina Dobrev:
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The phrase ‘catfight’ isn’t mentioned frequently at Swelter, indeed it is seen by more than a few festival participants to be little better than a four letter word, a slur requiring one to spit after sullying one’s mouth with the sound thereof. And yet in some cases it is the only proper descriptor. One such case was the latest skirmish in the ongoing war between Troian and nemesis Nina Dobrev. Taken after more than thirty minutes of hard fighting in the dusty red soil out in front of the dining hall, the picture shows Nina (sporty black tie-sided two-piece with multi-colored accents and white athletic shoes, thoroughly coated with the aforementioned red dust) pushed up on the palm of her right hand while the left stretches back at a sharp angle, her grit-grimed nails straining to hook something, ANYTHING, to end this torment. No joy, she’s a good four inches shy of Bellisario (strappy black two piece with thin turquoise belt and gray athletic shoes, similarly coated), who’s seated on the back of her knees with both arms pistoned down and crossed at the wrists to secure great, greedy handfuls of Nina’s inner thighs. Shot was snapped at medium distance from the right, so there’s not much detail on the Hammy Clamp, but an astute observer can easily make out the ‘C’ shaped hook of Bellisario’s right thumb and forefinger pressed into the deep crease separating Nina’s left thigh from her buttock. The agony stamped on Dobrev’s face stands out in stark contrast to Troian’s icy calm, though the impressionist pattern of fresh palm-shaped welts emblazoned on Dobrev’s reddened glutes suggest that Bellisario hasn’t forgotten succumbing to a Front Face Sit in their last match.
On the Beach versus Brie Larson:
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Troi’s last match at Swelter is not only her biggest of the festival, but one of, if not thee biggest of her entire fighting career. Hanging losses on type-rivals like Pernas and Weeks is a good résumé builder and drawing a squealing submission from Neens NEVER gets old, but a bout of submissions only Beach Wrestling against a genuine A-Lister? A win could send her to the next level and she meant to take full advantage. Of course that was easier said than done when the opposition was freakin’ Ms. Marvel, but fifteen minutes in and she’s holding her own. Picture shows what was once a Reverse Matchbook, Larson to Bellisario only recently converted into a mutual Bodyscissors, a predicament that strongly favors the limber brunette. Seated on her tush, Troi’s (same model of strappy two piece that took down Dobrev, but this one in deep emerald green with a chunky white belt) got her legs cinched around Larson’s (similar two piece in royal blue, narrow yellow belt with Ms. Marvel insignia on the right glute) trim midsection, her ankles crossed just above the nape of the blonde’s neck. Hands pressed deep in the sand, Bellisario hoists herself off the beach to get full extension on the Scissors, her thighs just DIGGING into Brie’s ribs. Blonde’s definitely in a spot of trouble, but she’s hardly beaten. Palms set in much the same way as her opposition, Brie’s raised up just high enough to get her face off the beach, but the rest of her attention is focused on the Scissors wedged beneath the brunette’s armpits. Legs bent deep, Larson’s heels are almost brushing the back of Troian’s skull and the stern look in her eye suggests she might put ‘em there a few dozen times if it means popping the lock on those damned Scissors. The grim expression on Bellisario’s face implies she’s anticipated such a reaction and will happily return it by forcing Brie’s vulnerable mug deep into the damp, lakeshore sand.
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SWELTER: Troian Bellisario
(One of the great things about being pals with The Walkin' Dude is that from time to time, completely out of the blue, he'll grace my mailbox with a masterful little gem he's written just for fun. Better still, he tells me I'm free to share it if I wish, and that's just what I'm going to do with all of you. Enjoy!)
Evening Flash,
Thanks again for enabling my laziness when it comes to scrounging up pictures to use for bits like this, it's much appreciated.
~rf
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Hell yes sign me up for more Billie Eillish.
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Kaley Cuoco vs Olivia Munn
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It had proven to be an unbelievably grueling fight, as Kaley and Olivia battled one another to a virtual standstill. With the brawl now passing the thirty minute mark, both beauties had pushed themselves to their limits of exhaustion and beyond, and were running on veritable fumes now.
They were trading judo chops to their chests, leaden arms striking like cudgels, each blow causing an eruption of beads of perspiration and their bare breasts...their bikini halters long since torn away...bouncing wildly from every impact. Suddenly and without warning, Olivia shifts tactics, landing a tomahawk chop flush to Kaley's forehead, and then another, and then a third. The trio of blows leave the blonde stunned, her eyes glazing as her legs wobbled and her knees threatened to buckle. Pressing her advantage, Munn now throws a backhand blow to her opponent's jaw that snaps Cuoco's head sharply to the side and causes her to stagger backward in obvious dire straits.
Seeing a glimpse of victory for the first time tonight, the brunette grabs her rival by her damp and matted golden locks and turns her face toward the assembled onlookers, all of them men of great wealth and power. "Take a look at your princess," Olivia rasps in a voice that betrays her ache and exhaustion, displaying the much beloved Kaley in her haplessness. "I'm about to prove to her and you just who the best woman is!"
She then drags the stumbling blonde over to the nearest wall, grabs the hair at the back of Kaley's head with her right hand, while with her left she takes her opponent by her left forearm, and she swings Cuoco toward the wall with all of the force she can muster, knowing the impact would beyond a doubt knock her out. But, at the last instant, Kaley was able to lift her right leg and plant her foot against the wall, breaking the momentum and sparing herself the devastating crash into the hard plaster. She the yanks her left arm free of Munn's grasp, and throws an elbow up into the brunette's chin.
Now Olivia reels backward, until she finally drops to one knee, shaking her head to try and clear it. Kaley whirls around to go on the attack, but her exhaustion overwhelms her and she has to lean against the wall until a sudden wave of dizziness passes. By the time she's able to go on the offensive again, the brunette has had precious seconds to rally somewhat, with the result being that as Cuoco steps up to her, Munn is able to throw a fist up into her rival's belly, doubling the blonde over as she suddenly gasps for breath.
But as damaging as that punch was, it lacked the raw power to do more than daze Cuoco for a few moments, so that as Munn rises up to her feet, she is met with a punch to the abs as well. Both beauties now take time to try to shake off the pain that wracks their lush bodies, as they limp around the penthouse floor, calling up their last dregs of strength. Finally, as if on a silent cue, the pair hurl themselves at one another, colliding with the sound of sweat-soaked flesh thudding together, and they collapse into a heap on the carpet.
They are a tangle of arms and legs and they roll back and forth across the floor, snarling and panting, hands yanking hair and squeezing breasts, like two savage jungle cats in primal battle. And with every passing heartbeat, they grow weaker.
Finally, lacking the strength for anything more demanding, both Olivia and Kaley resort to the same tactic: their hands clamp down over their rival's mouth, and pinch her nose shut, as each tries to smother the other into defeat. Their muffled gasps for breath sound pitiable, and their faces turn ever-deepening shades of red as they are suffocated, their eyelids growing heavier over glassy orbs.
Suddenly, one beauty's hands fall free of her adversary's face, and her body goes limp as her lids flutter shut. Once more able to breath, Kaley takes a deep gasp of precious air as she continues to smother out Olivia for several seconds more.
She has won, but it is a far-from-convincing victory. Cuoco is enough of a catfighting veteran to realize the importance of a decisive win, particularly over such a challenging opponent. Although her spent body rebels at the very thought of it, Kaley knows what she must do to turn such a narrow win into a resounding triumph.
Drawing upon some secret wellspring of power, she commands her reluctant form to rise up to one knee, and to haul the slumbering brunette up with her. Munn is like a dead weight in her arms, and Cuoco whines from the strain, but still she manages to pull the body of her rival over her shoulders. Then, in a senses-shattering spectacle of willpower, the blonde slowly rises up, until at last she is standing upright with the battered body of her adversary slung over her shoulders, as a huntress would display her captured prey. Amazon-like, Cuoco holds her victim aloft, drawing an eruption of cheers and a standing ovation from the onlookers. Then, with a warrior's bellow, Kaley releases Olivia, and the brunette limply slides down her back and crashes back to the floor in a moaning heap.
Her last vestiges of strength now evaporated, Kaley faints and fall down, her body splayed atop that of her beaten rival. But her goal has been accomplished; rather than recall how evenly matched these two were, the spectators will now muse with awe-struck admiration at the spectacular show of power which the victorious blonde displayed, turning a near thing for Cuoco into a victory that, with every retelling, will be regaled as Kaley's total domination of Olivia, and the further burnishing of the blonde's already considerable catfighting legend.
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Michelle Trachtenberg VS Amanda Seyfried
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The devil has pale skin.
Amanda Seyfried had managed to grab the rope after a grueling affair, stretching her lithe arms as far as they would go as she fought to feel the rough velvet against her skin. Her brunette opponent heard the ref's words as a distant echo, hardly even registering them as such in the heat of the moment. As per the match rules, Michelle Trachtenberg had to honour the code of the ring and let one of her most hated adversaries go.
At least, that's what the rules stated. But Trachtenberg wasn't one to play nice, instead preferring to teeter on the edge of any sanctioned guidelines. She thought back to how the match had gone, wanting to relive those precious few minutes again.
After seizing a handful of her opponent's lengthy hair, Michelle Trachtenberg had then jerked the blonde down and forced Amanda's head in between her slim but wicked thighs. In a second, the haughty brunette bore down with all her strength, throwing everything she had left into one of her favourite - and most nefarious moves - the Standing Head Scissors. Holding onto Seyfried's shoulders to steady herself, Michelle applied a terrible pressure to the sides of her opponent's skull, an amount which Seyfried was all too familiar with. The blonde gritted her teeth as she pulled at Michelle's ankles, her face threatening to turn blue as she yearned to break free of her long-time rival's dreaded gams.
The two had fought many times, and Seyfried damn well knew that you don't let Michelle Trachtenberg of all girls get her legs around you. Amanda knew the danger those ballet-trained thighs posed, yet staying out of their reach was not an easy task considering what a hellian Trachtenberg was in the ring.
"BREAK THE HOLD!"
Back in the present, Michelle looked up in mock annoyance, her arms splayed out in the referee's direction as he yelled for her to release her captured opponent. Seyfried gripped Michelle’s knees now and tried to force the scissors apart, but it was fruitless as the 5'7" actress refused to release her vice, "Come on, let me have my fun! The bitch ain't even purple yet!"
"You know the rules, Trachtenberg! Let her go or you're disqualified!" the ref yelled above the cacophony of the jeering crowd, half ordering Michelle to release her hold and the other half enticing her to tighten it further.
"Disqualified? I don't think so... because I think little Seyfried here is going to submit before you can even count to ten. Am I right, bitch?" she hissed at the poor soul trapped between her snow-white thighs. In response, she grit her teeth and cinched her legs tighter around Amanda's head as the latter continued to pull and tug against the brunette's deadly limbs, screaming between gritted teeth as the crowd began to boo the pale brunette's cruelty, "Nod your head if that's a yes," she ignored them as she giggled, knowing full well Seyfried couldn't move an inch with Trachtenberg's thighs framing her face. She looked back up at the crowd, flipping them off as she reached down with her other hand to stroke the blonde's hair.
Seyfried’s heavy gasps for breath filled the room as she tried to twist her head out from the vice, but to no avail. As Michelle had predicted, the beauty's face began to adopt a shade of lavender as her eyes slowly glazed over. There was nothing worse than when stubborn meets prideful in the ring--Michelle too stubborn to release her hold and Seyfried too prideful to admit that she can't escape it.
Finally, Michelle releases her hold just before the ref reaches the count of ten. She watches unconcernedly as Seyfried collapses to the ground, blonde hair strewn over her head to hide her features. Michelle crosses her arms as the ref berates her in front of the entire stadium, but she only offers a deviant smirk towards her unconscious opponent from the corner of her eye as she knows who the real winner is between them.
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Rachel Bilson vs Sophia Bush
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Both feisty brunettes were keen to reinstate themselves as ferocious competitors, and get themselves some more regular fight night gigs. But for one, it had been a failed attempt from the start.
Rachel Bilson leaned groggily back against the corner turnbuckle with a puffy lip and a black eye as Sophia Bush dutifully ripped her opponent's top away. Bilson's smaller breasts jiggled free, much to the delight of the crowd. And Sophia. "Oh my, how cute! I don't know how you thought your bod was as good as mine, but here, let me show you..."
Sophia grabbed two fistfuls of Rachel's hair and stuffed her pretty face into her cleavage. Rachel's arms flapped weakly for a minute, and once they started to drop, Sophia shoved her prey back into the corner with a thud. Bush reached out and dug her claws into both of Bilson's cute breasts, getting her to scream and jolt back awake. "Time to make my big splash," Sophia told frightened Bilson with a little wink.
Showing great strength, Bush shoved up on Bilson's breasts so hard that she lifted the wailing actress onto the top turnbuckle! Sophia climbed up with her, now moving her hands off of those red, sore breasts, to wrap her arms around Rachel, their chests pressing together snugly. Sophia then flipped right off of the top rope with Rachel in tow. And they SLAMMED onto the canvas.
Sophia landed on top and Rachel let out a mighty scream, her face contorted in pain. Bush smirked right in her opponent's face and peeled up to glance down at Rachel's chest. "Oh my. Sorry babe. I guess my bigger pair is quite crushing, hmm?" Bilson trembled in pain, and Bush finally decided to put her out of her misery.
"Actually, my ass is better than yours, too. Wanna see?" Sophia giggled, not waiting for a response, as she turned and sat right on Rachel's face. Moments later Bilson was limp beneath the grinning Bush, who raised her hands in the air triumphantly, and left Bilson slumbering in the middle of the ring.
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I love Sophia Bush, I think she is tough as all get out and is criminally underused here
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She is criminally underused and undervalued eeeeverywhere. I wish there was way more of her. Glad to see someone else thinking so!
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And Bilson is as jobber-iffic as they come.
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Too right, Bilson is a lot of cute fun.
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Bilson is one of the best jobbers. Need more stories of her destruction
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I'll happily write more Bilson or whoever if others get Sophia involved more lol.
Rachel Bilson vs Jessica Alba
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Bilson was so determined to make amends for her big loss against Sophia Bush that she hadn't even bothered to read who sent her the invitation to fight when she accepted. She probably should have. Five minutes in and she found herself panting in the corner, seated, looking spent, big puppy dog eyes silently begging Alba not to go through with it.
But Alba was ready to finish things. She sprinted across the mat and leapt at her cute prey. Alba's ass bounces hard on Bilson's chest as she landed and Bilson cried out in embarrassment and pain as Alba rocked the bucking bronco on poor little Bilson again and again and again.
Bilson groaned while Alba remained seated, smirking down at the cute brunette. "Bit off more than you could chew... again. Huh, Rachy?"
Bilson gave a sad whimper and nodded, knowing she wasn't getting back into this fight. Or that she was ever in it. Her arms lay loosely by her sides and she breathed deep and slow. Alba stood up and dragged Rachel's quivering body away from the corner. Then she climbed the top rope.
Bilson was groaning and trying to push herself up, rolling almost to all fours. Then Alba leapt again. She sailed through the air more gracefully than Bilson had even entered the ring at the start of the match. The crowd roared as Alba splashed hard onto Bilson and drove her weakened body into the mat. Rachel lay face down, breathing shallow.
Alba seemed to ponder for a moment. She wasn't necessarily wrong in assuming that she could end sweet Rachel any way she liked right now. But eventually she decided, and took a seat on Rachel's lower back, facing her legs.
"Sophia told me you have a cute scream. I wanna hear it." Jessica wrenched back on Rachel's little legs hard, bending her back painfully. It only took a matter of seconds for Jess to get the screams she wanted.
Bilson wailed and slapped the mat furiously. Jess just laughed as she took in Bilson's screams. "Ahhh, she was right. Very cute!"
Rachel kept tapping until Jess was finally declared the winner and decided to let go. Poor Bilson curled up into a ball of embarrassment as Alba stood and lifted her arms in victory. "Thanks for the warmup, Rachy."
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Happy Birthday Sophia Bush!!
Sophia Bush vs Kristen Bell
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Jumping a babe at her own birthday party is pretty low, but Kristen Bell realllly had taken exception to the way Sophia Bush was prancing about the club.
It had been a hair-tearing, clothes-ripping, scrappy catfight, that of course had everyone's attention. Sophia was ironically almost in her birthday suit as Kristen tore the last of her dress away, revealing some sexy little panties. But while Kristen was going for humiliation and anger-relief, Sophia was going for self preservation.
Kristen's eyes crossed as Sophia nailed her hard between the eyes. She buried both hands in that blonde hair and bounced KBell's head off the beer-stained floor several times, until Kristen was groaning weakly, her arms by her side.
"I guess showing you up can be your gift to me. Thanks, bitch!" Sophia then tore the last of Kristen's dress away and dragged her to a chair by the wall and slumped her into it before tying her arms to it by her own tattered dress! Sophia took a seat in Kristen's lap and scoffed down at her bared chest. "No wonder you were jealous..."
Kristen looked shocked, nervous, and even sorry, as Sophia slapped her heaving breasts into the smaller blonde's face. Kristen's muffled protests lasted a minute before she eventually passed out between Sophia's prideful breasts. Bush stood up again, smirking, took a selfie with Bell, and posted it online with #HappyBirthdayToMe .
Then she went looking for a Kristen sympathiser... since she needed a new dress.
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Nina Dobrev VS Victoria Justice
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(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2019/09/11/01/18323492-7450207-Chic_look_Victoria_Justice_rocked_a_sleek_and_chic_black_look_wh-a-11_1568162535563.jpg)
Victoria Justice was so keen to set her haters straight, that she had challenged the rather fit Nina Dobrev to a bout. She had figured if she could take down the lithe hottie, people might start taking her seriously.
But now Victoria was second guessing every decision that had led to this. She contemplated throwing in the towel. But she wasn't sure she had the energy required. Victoria lay in the centre of the ring on her back, eyes flickering as she glanced up towards the bright lights overhead. Her breathing laboured, chest rising and falling with effort. Her tight top clinging to her sweaty torso. Victoria groaned weakly as a shadow crept over her, at least giving some relief from the brightness.
"Aww, Vicky looks like she's ready for a nap," Nina Dobrev giggled towards the ref as she stood smugly over Justice. She lifted a bare foot and placed it on top of Victoria's left breast, grinding it in a little. She looked towards the ref, wanting the pin counted, but Vicky gave her foot a shove, grunting with the exertion that even that took.
"Arrogant bit-CHAAA!" Victoria wailed as Nina stomped her rudely in the face. Victoria whimpered and grabbed at her pretty cheek, making Nina scoff. "Weak bitch..." She replied.
Nina bent and snatched a handful of Victoria's matted hair, before dragging her up to her feet with more groans from Justice. Dobrev dragged her prey along the canvas on her knees, and smacked her face against the turnbuckle once in a corner. She turned Victoria and kicked her foot flat against her tit, making Vic yelp as she flopped onto her ass, leaning against the corner, arms tiredly draped over each bottom rope, panting.
Nina danced her way to centre-ring, getting the crowd on their feet. Then she ran. Straight at Victoria. Nina leapt and landed hard on Justice, bouncing up and down in a bronco buster! The crowd roared as Nina's crotch bounced in Victoria's shocked face, over and over.
Nina stood up laughing, and dragged the red-faced Justice up once more by her hair. Victoria was pleading as Nina took them to the top rope, shaking Justice about by her long hair. "Thanks for the free win!" Nina cockily cooed in Victoria's ear right before flipping off of the turnbuckle, slamming atop Justice's slim frame on the canvas. Victoria groaned in protest as Nina hooked a leg and the referee dutifully counted.
If the landing didn't hurt Victoria's head, the noise in the stadium sure was loud enough to. Nina was still laughing even as Justice lay sighing beneath her, and her victory become official.
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That story was hot
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Eliza Dushku vs Laura Vandervoort
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The brunette gave a satisfied chortle as she stood behind her opponent, her left arm drawn across the blonde's slender throat for a Rear Naked Choke. "You put up a good fight, sweetness," Eliza said with a rasp that betrayed her exhaustion. "But it's lights out for you now." It had been a long and grueling struggle between the two women, as they had battled to a near stalemate. Now, however, Dushku was preparing to finish her rival off once and for all.
Or so she thought, suddenly grasping her adversary's wrist, Vandervoort in a blur of motion spun out of the hold, and pirouetted around Eliza, until suddenly the blonde was behind the brunette, and painfully twisting the startled Dushku's left arm up behind her back. With a sinister leer upon her gorgeous face, Laura then went for a very specific move...the Oriental Spike. She jabbed her right hand thumb into her victim's neck, grinding it painfully into the carotid artery. The instant agony from the move...so seemingly simple, and yet it requires great expertise to apply properly...virtually paralyzed the brunette, and she whimpered and moaned as her body shuddered from the anguish.
The blood flow restricted to her brain, Dushku rapidly began to fade, her eyes going glassy even as her lids began to flutter. "I told you when we started you're no match for me," Vandervoort sneered into her hapless rival's ear. "Now everyone is going to see that." Eliza gave a whine of distress, and then her eyes shut, her taut body went limp, and she collapsed in a heap to the floor.
Their bras long since torn away earlier in the fight, the two beauties were now clad only in their lace thongs. Laura knelt down and tugged her beaten opponent's bottoms down her legs and removed them, leaving the loser naked on the floor. Standing up, the blonde held the captured garment with both hands above her head, claiming them as her trophy as she placed a foot triumphantly upon the heaving chest of the conquered brunette.
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Eliza Dushku vs Laura Vandervoort
amazing job as always Jackflash Jump ;)
2 of my favorites! :)
and finally some story with laura... ;D
I did some quick searching and the last time someone "just mentioned" her here, was almost 3 years ago :(
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Jesus story writers stop repeating the same stories, billy Elish hiding her boobs to the world vs some one like Kyle Jenner showing them to the world must scream to everyone an absolute humiliation story? I’m here to help
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Danica McKellar vs Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Danica lay splayed upon the floor, glassy eyes staring at the ceiling as she gave a low moan of pain and exhaustion. Knowing she had victory within her grasp, Jennifer opted for a spectacular finish to the match. She climbed upon a nearby loveseat, carefully balancing herself on the armrest. She stood there for a few moments, arms raised, her sweat-dappled skin glistening in the penthouse's light, and let the vision of her be taken in by all of the elite spectators.
She then flung herself into the air, transforming her lush body into a missile of destruction as she aimed herself at her hapless target, a moment away from devastating her victim with a bodysplash.
And so she would have...if McKellar had remained where she was. But proving that her acting talents extended to 'playing possum', Danica suddenly snapped to awareness and rolled out of the way at the last possible instant. As a result, Hewitt bellyflopped onto the floor with a loud, agonized grunt, the impact causing her whole body to bounce before thudding to the floor again. With a dazed groan she rolled over onto her back, her face a mask of both distress and confusion. What had just happened?
Resisting the exhaustion that racked her body, Danica struggled up to her feet and staggered over her rival. She then lifted her right leg and began to rain stomps onto Jennifer's body, the sole of her foot smashing again and again into her victim's belly, breasts and face, until finally the battered brunette was left semi-conscious from the ruthless battering.
For all of her reputation as the 'Girl Next Door', Hewitt is infamous as one of the cruelest, most brutal of all celebrity catfighters. She had taken great delight in torturing her adversary throughout this match. So it comes as no surprise that McKellar is uninterested in playing nice with her now. A sharp kick to the side rolls the moaning Jennifer over onto her stomach, and Danica sits on her back. She then grabs her rival hair on either side of her head, close to the roots, and pulls her up and back in a Camel Clutch. The searing pain to her scalp snaps her out of her stupor, and waves of pain course up and down her spine. Danica pulls her back so far, the busty victim's nipples pop out of the cups of her bra.
Arms flailing as her wails fill the room, Jennifer can resist only so long before she starts to screech, "NO MORE! I GIVE UP!" Danica keeps the hold on for a few seconds more before finally releasing her. Hewitt buries her face into the thick carpet and sobs, while McKellar rises up, places a foot on her beaten foe's read end, and flexes her arms in victory.
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I've always viewed JLH as a jobber so I have no issues with the outcome of this one. ;)
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Misaki Ito
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Revenge had been a long time coming. The first...and until now, only...match between Sarah and Misaki had been back in 1997, when both were green rookies. Gellar was making her first visit to Japan and was an overnight sensation, claiming victories over a string of Japanese opponents, including Ito, in what was the first defeat of the rookie puroresu star. Sarah of course has since gone on to become one of the true living legends of the HWA, while Misaki, if not quite as accomplished in her homeland, is still regarded as one of the top heels in all of Asia.
For more than twenty years, Ito had been anxious to get a rematch with the gaijin and avenge her loss. And tonight, at long last, before a capacity crowd at the Osaka Arena, she has her chance.
But it had not proven as easy as she perhaps had hoped. It was a brutal match, with the two grapplers battling to a virtual standstill throughout much of it. For the last few minutes however, Gellar had launched a late offensive, and was in command of the fight.
But Misaki had well earned her reputation as a rulebreaker. The first opportunity she had, she reached into her boot and extracted a small plastic bag, deftly emptying the contents into her hand, all out of sight of the referee. A moment later, she threw those contents into the face of her rival, and a powdery white cloud enveloped the startled Sarah's face; the finely ground salt blinded the blonde, and just like that her offensive came crashing to a halt as she staggered about, groping blindly for the safety of the ropes.
But there would be no safety for the American, as Ito unleashed a maelstrom of devastation upon her, as a deafening chorus of boos cascaded down upon her from the thousands-strong crowd of spectators. But she couldn't care less about what the idiot fans thought...all that matters is victory. And now at last, she has it in her grasp. Lifting her battered opponent up across her shoulders for a Backbreaker Rack, she gives a cruel half-smile as she hears the wails of pain from Gellar; it's a spectacular sight, as their lithe sweat-drenched bodies glisten under the stadium lights. The blonde writhes in pure anguish, her spine bent agonizingly, until finally she starts to shriek, "I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!"...and then, she employs those Japanese words she had learned, but hoped she'd never have to use: "TEISHUTSU SURU!!!" And with her submission comes the end of the match...but not the end of Misaki's vengeance.
Instead of releasing her now beaten foe, Ito instead executes a savage 'Burning Hammer' Inverted Death Valley Driver, throwing herself to her left and spiking the crown of Sarah's skull into the mat with a Piledriver. Her body gone instantly limp, the blonde puddles to the canvas, unconscious.
As the referee raises her arm in victory and the booing washes ever-louder over her, Misaki smirks as she watches her vanquished rival carried out of the ring on a stretcher, utterly defeated.
(https://top-beautiful-women.com/images/10/Misaki-Ito/hot%20Misaki%20Ito%20bikini%20(1).jpg)
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LONG time reader of this thread, first time commenter. jackflash jump, you are a legend but this might be my new favorite from you. incredible.
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LONG time reader of this thread, first time commenter. jackflash jump, you are a legend but this might be my new favorite from you. incredible.
I'm just happy that you and others seem to enjoy it, my friend. :)
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The Slayers (Sarah Michelle Gellar & Eliza Dushku) vs The Supremes (Kristin Kreuk & Laura Vandervoort)
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As the tag match passed the thirty minute mark, tempers had flared past the breaking for. And while Eliza and Laura were not the legal wrestlers of the moment, that wasn't stopping them from brawling outside of the ring. The two battlers hammered away at one another with haymaker punches, each blow sending a spray of perspiration from the target as her head snapped violently to the side. Suddenly, Dushku switched tactics; she grasped her rival by the wrist, grabbed a handful of Vandervoort's tangled flaxen mane, and aimed her toward the steel ring steps.
But at the last moment, the blonde managed to reverse the whip, and thus is was Eliza who was sent crashing into the heavy metal steps, leaving her dazed and splayed upon the arena floor, and ripe for destruction.
It was just then that Laura took just the barest moment to glance over her shoulder and look to the ring, to see how her partner was doing. Unfortunately, she wasn't doing very well. Sarah had just delivered a Superkick to Kristin's jaw, causing the sultry brunette to stagger back a few steps. She managed to remain upright, but the glassy condition of her eyes made it clear that she was teetering on the edge at the moment. Looking to finish her adversary off once and for all, Gellar suddenly dashed directly toward Vandervoort; she then threw herself bodily into the robes, using the cables to ricochet off and build up momentum for her signature Guillotine Clothesline, which was guaranteed to take Kruek off of her feet and set her up for an easy three count.
Laura took just an instant to assess the situation. The referee had his back turned to her, so he didn't see the blonde reach an arm into the ring under the ropes. Sarah bounded off of the ropes and took one step in the direction of Kristin...but then felt a hand grasping her boot, causing her to fall. Gellar slammed face-first to the canvas with all of the propulsion she had just built up. She moaned as she slowly rolled over onto her back, her features twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.
It's at this moment that Kreuk snaps out of her stupor. Realizing her opportunity, she heads to a corner and begins to scale the turnbuckles, until she is finally able to balance herself upon the top ropes. Knowing full well what her partner has in mind, Vandervoort grabs the still badly-dazed Dushku by the hair and pulls her up to her knees, then holds her head so that she's facing the ring, and she is made to witness what is about to happen.
Gellar, still stunned, struggles back up to her feet and, still not quite having her bearings, reels toward the center of the ring. It is then that Kristin leaps into the air to deliver a Dragonrama; her body does a complete flip and she lands with her thighs on her opponent's shoulders as she faces her; Kreuk instantly clamps her thighs tight around Sarah's head and uses her momentum to suddenly flip herself backward, lifting Gellar off of her feet and flipping her whole body completely over, sending her landing to the mat on her back, with the brunette sitting atop her chest with a Schoolgirl Pin!
The referee counts the 1...2...3 and calls for the bell. Laura, having released Eliza and letting her puddle back to the floor, scampers into the ring. Gellar remains starfished on the canvas, glazed eyes uncomprehending what has happened. The official raises an arm of each of the victorious wrestlers as the announcer's voice comes through the arena speakers: "YOUR WINNERS, AND NEW HWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE SUPREMES!" Ten pounds of leather and gold are strapped around the waists of both women, as a cascade of mixed cheers and boos rain down upon them.
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Flashback 2006: Ashley Tisdale vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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Got to get away!
That's the only thought that fills the clouded brain of the brunette, as she crawls on all fours across the mansion's floor, desperate to put distance between herself and her adversary and buy the time she needs to gather her wits. Just need a few seconds...then I'll beat her ass!
Her thoughts still muddled, Michelle isn't entirely sure what had happened. After a long an grueling struggle, she had taken control of the match, and had Ashley reeling toward certain defeat. But then the brunette recalls the explosive burst of pain to her groin from the blonde's sudden kneelift. And then came the kick to the doubled-over Trachtenberg's face, which sent her collapsing to the carpet in a pained daze.
But suddenly her forward motion is halted. She feels a hand grasp her bikini bottoms and yank them backward. "And where do you think you're going?" a voice sneers. Michelle struggles to continue crawling, but to no avail, as her bottoms are stretched back in a sort of 'Coppertone moment', exposing her rear end to the grateful spectators.
Kneeling behind her rival, the smirking Tisdale grabs Trachtenberg by her dark, tangled hair, yanks her head back, and then slams her face down into the floor, further stunning her. She then repositions herself on one knee, draping the body of her opponent over her bent leg, and with Michelle's bottoms still tugged below her bare butt, the devilish blonde begins to administer a blistering spanking, her palm cracking sharply against the bare skin. Michelle shrieks and sobs as the alabaster flesh of her derriere turns brighter shades of red, and her tears streak black eyeliner down her face. The painful stinging slaps rob the brunette of her last vestiges of strength, until at last Tisdale ceases, and shoves her victim off of her knee to the floor like a rag doll.
Michelle lays there, teary eyes staring at the ceiling, as the blonde straddles her abdomen, her back to her opponent's head. "We've just seen the only thing your ass is good for," Ashley taunts her battered rival. "Now you get to see what mine can do!" And with that, she settles her rear end down over Trachtenberg's face, the brunette's panicked cries muffled as she is suffocated. Michelle's body squirms beneath her tormentor, her movements growing more sluggish with every passing moment, until at last she ceases to move altogether.
Her victory earned at last, the smirking Ashley climbs off of her beaten rival, and proceeds to strip her of her bikini. Claiming the garments as her trophy, the triumphant blonde rises up, holds them up over her head, and with a laugh plants a foot on the heaving chest of the conquered brunette.
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Megan Thee Stallion vs Kate Upton
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The two statuesque beauties charged at one another, their voluptuous bodies colliding in the center of the mansion's large living room. The sound of their flesh slamming together produced a heavy THUD, accompanied by their pained grunts, and a shower of perspiration erupting from their curvaceous forms.
Ordinarily, such a collision by either Amazon against a smaller opponent would result in the unfortunate victim being sent sprawling to the floor. But now, Megan and Kate were too physically well-matched, and the result was a dazing stalemate that left them both stunned on their feet. Both staggered back and shook their heads, trying to clear the sudden fog in their skulls. Upton seemed to recover more quickly, and she gave a sharp growl and lunged at her rival...only to be met with a sudden kick to her lower belly, doubling her over with a sharp gasp.
Megan wrapped her right arm around the blonde's neck, pulling her head in tight against her body as she cranked up the pressure on her headlock, trying to squeeze her opponent into submission. Kate whimpered from the agonizing pressure, but she also suddenly wrapped her arms around her tormentor's waist, dipped her knees, and with a loud grunt lifted the startled brunette up into the air.
She then suddenly brought Megan down, slamming her tailbone onto Upton's bent knee. The impact sent the yelping beauty leaping forward, bouncing on the balls of her feet as her hands clutched her throbbing rear end. When Megan finally turned around to face her foe, she found the blonde crouched in a three point stance.
Upton exploded into a blur of movement, hurling herself at her target and nailing Megan with a spear to the belly that send her flat on her back. Standing over her, Kate then began to stomp her adversary's breasts again and again with her foot, driving air from the battered woman's lungs.
Finally satisfied that she had weakened and winded her rival sufficiently, the blonde sits upon Megan's belly, pins her arms to the floor above her head, and then lowers her own ample bosom down until her breasts envelope her victim's face. The sweat of both beauties mingles together, creating an airtight seal as the fleshy prison smothers the brunette out.
Megan squirms for nearly a full minute before she finally ceases to move altogether, indicating she has succumbed to semi-consciousness, and granting the hard-earned victory to Kate.
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Milla Jovovich vs Ariana Grande
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Over the course of her twenty-plus years in the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, Milla has been hailed as the undisputed 'Queen of the Chopping Block'. Most wrestlers use the Knife Hand Blow, but few had mastered it as Jovovich has; whether a Judo Chop to the chest or a Tomahawk Chop to the head, her hands were veritable lethal weapons. When she made her opponent's body her chopping block, victory was more often as not assured for the sultry Russian.
And although she's been easing into semi-retirement in recent months, she still takes pride in her mastery of the chop. Which is why she was at first amused, but then increasingly irritated as young phenom Ariana Grande declared herself the NEW Queen of Chops. What's more, seeing her in action, it was obvious that the Latinax was indeed remarkably adept as the use of the chop.
Inevitably, promoters put them into the ring in a match hyped as "Battle of the Chops!" Oddsmakers predicted a rousing contest, but anticipated that Jovovich would not have too much trouble putting her arrogant young opponent away. So there was widespread surprise...if not genuine shock on the part of Milla...that Grande was able to fight her to a veritable stalemate.
Finally, determined to put an end to the battle, Jovovich began unleashing brutal chops to her opponent's chest, which Ariana began returning in kind. The two women traded blows, each gasping and grunting from each chop that struck them, the skin on their chests turning red from the impacts. After more than a full minute of the two of them standing their ground and trading off shots, the fans sat stunned at the sight of Milla slowly being driven back. And then Grande began to land two chops for every one thrown by her opponent...and then three to one!
Finally the Russian beauty found herself pushed back into a corner, and now Grande, a vicious leer on her deceptively angelic face, really unleashed a flurry of chops. And then she began landing Tomahawks to Jovovich's forehead, as her victim slumped against the turnbuckles, arms draped on either side over the top ropes, and her eyes grown glassy and her mouth slackjawed.
Halting her offensive, Ariana demanded a wireless microphone from the ringside announcer, and he complied without hesitation. Bringing it to her lips, she purred, "Now then, tell the world who the true Queen of the Chops is!" Holding the mic close to her battered opponent's mouth, it picked up with quivering rasp of Milla as she whimpered, "Y-you are...." With a smile of supreme satisfaction on her lips, Grande sneers, "Time for you to retire, old woman!" She tosses the microphone aside, raises her right arm, and lands a powerful Tomahawk blow to Jovovich's forehead.
Milla staggers forward out of the corner several steps...and then falls forward like a tree felled in a forest, crashing face-first to the mat, where she lay unmoving. Grande nudges her over with the toe of her boot, then places her foot upon the beaten veteran's chest and commands the referee, "Make it a five count!" Five seconds later, the final bell is called for, and the HWA has a new Queen of the Chopping Block!
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Alyson Hannlgan vs Kate Hudson
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"C'mon Aly, get her!" the voice echoed through the dingy gym, which was the battlefield for this underground fight match. Hudson landed what the redhead thought was a lucky blow, and it dropped Hannlgan to one knee. But all she needed was another moment to recover, and she'd make the blonde pay for it.
Unfortunately for Alyson, Kate wasn't about to give her that moment; she suddenly rushed at her opponent and nailed Hannlgan in the temple with a knee lift, sending the redhead sprawling to the canvas. Dazed, Aly dragged herself over to the nearby corner and grabbed the middle ropes to haul herself back up to her feet. But she was only able to get up to her knees before the blonde grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and then slammed her face into the middle turnbuckle.
Kate then forcibly turned Alyson around until she was on her knees with her back to the buckles. Grabbing the top rope for leverage, Hudson pressed her foot firmly against her adversary's alabaster throat, as Hannlgan gasped and gurgled for air, her hands grasping desperately at her tormentor's ankle.
Having suitably softened up her rival, the blonde releases her chokehold and grabs Hannlgan by her matted tresses, pulling her up wincing to her feet. She then drapes each of Aly's arms over the top ropes, and places her legs over the middle cables, leaving her hanging in the corner. With a malicious smile on her face, Kate takes a few steps back, lines up her shot, and then unleashes a wicked kick flush into Alyson's groin, causing the embattled redhead to let out a howl of anguish. For good...or bad...measure, Kate follows up with a few more such kicks, regretting only that the combatants were barefoot for this match, as boots would have done so much more damage.
Her eyes glazed and her head lolling from side to side, Hannlgan offers no resistance as her opponent begins to deliver stinging slaps to her face. When she's done with that, she again grabs her victim by the hair and pulls her free from the corner, dragging the redhead's ragdoll body to the center of the ring. Dropping her rear end down onto Aly's back, Hudson grabs the hair close to the scalp on either side of Hannlgan's head and pulls her head up and back, until her face is very nearly turned upward to the ceiling. Kate then bites down on Aly's forehead, a trickle of blood soon making it's way between the redhead's eyes and down her nose. Unable to take the punishment any longer, Hannlgan shrieks, "STOP! STOP IT! I GIVE UP! OHH SHTAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP!!!"
Satisfied with her victory, a smudge of her beaten foe's blood upon her lips, Kate rises up and claims her victory with a taunting pirouette over her conquered rival.
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This one's for Viking. ;)
Katharine McPhee vs Lana Del Rey
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"Peek-a-boo! Guess who?" Lana cackled as she leapt onto Katharine's back, wrapped her legs around the brunette's waist, and covered her opponent's eyes with her hands. McPhee, already dazed and reeling from the redhead having slammed the heels of her palms into her temples, staggered around the room, unsteadily carrying the weight of her adversary. Being deprived the sense of sight, Katharine's brain was automatically going into panic mode, and thus preventing her from coming up with a plan of escape.
At least it did for a short while, until McPhee gathered her wits and her battle senses became attuned again. Del Rey was making the mistake of overplaying this hand, and thus she wasn't ready for her rival suddenly rushing backward blindly. The brunette didn't know exactly where the wall was, but she was sure it was behind her. A moment later the question was answered, as Lana let out a loud grunt of pain as she was slammed into that very wall. Her hands and legs fell away and she slid down the wall to her knees, moaning.
McPhee began to step forward so as to turn around and go on the attack, but Del Rey still had the presence of mind to grab her opponent's ankles and yank her feet out from under her, sending the brunette crashing face-first to the floor. But before Lana could take advantage of this, Katharine swiftly got to her hands and knees, and then lashed out her right leg with a kick, the sole of her foot smashing into her adversary's face, leaving the redhead glassy-eyed and groaning.
Scrambling back up to her feet, McPhee grabbed the squealing Del Rey by her hair and hauled her up as well, then dragged her stumbling to the center of the room. She then scoops Lana up with a grunt, holding her in her arms...and then suddenly brings her down, even as the brunette drops to one knee. The redhead's back slams down across the bent knee and she lets out a shriek. Katharina then presses down with her left hand against her victim's chin, while with her right she digs her fingers into a clawhold over Del Rey's groin. Lana howls in agony as her tortured body writhes, until at last she screams out, "I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!!!"
McPhee shoves her beaten foe off of her knee and lets Del Rey fall to the floor in a sobbing heap. Katharine then stands up, wipes the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and beams a wide smile as the spectators jump to their feet to cheer her victory.
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Battle of the Teen Starlets:
Isabela Moner (18 yrs old) vs. Kiernan Shipka (19 yrs old)
Isabela, the Peruvian star of the live action Dora the Exlorer movie, was on her knees in front of Kiernan, the Mad Men starlet. The blonde had a handful of her rival’s hair. Isabela was swaying uneasily after suffering a terrific beating so far. Kiernan pulled back her arm before punching Isabela in the jaw, then the right eye, then the nose. The rapid fire blows watered Isabela’s eyes and she groaned in pain.
The match between the two long-time enemies had been pretty even at first. Isabela had used her greater speed and athleticism to hit a series of high flying moves: dropkicks, moonsaults and rope-assisted spears that had rendered Kiernan dizzy.
But the blonde slowed things down with frequent ropes breaks and escapes to the outside of the ring, interrupting Isabela's momentum....and eventually she had gradually asserted control using her mastery of submission holds. A long-held hammerlock had brought Isabela to a whimpering stop as Kiernan marched her into one of the ring’s corners. Kiernan tightened the joint lock, jamming up Isabela’s arm as far as it could possible go, while simultaneously wringing out the brunette’s trapped wrist. The pain was so blinding that it prevented Isabela from even thinking about a counter.
Kiernan finally let her go but only to turn her around in the corner and start hitting the brunette’s core with shoulder block after shoulder block. The vicious shots to Isabela’s tummy quickly weakened her, blasting all the oxygen out of her lungs. After a few shots, Isabela started folding over Kiernan after every gut shot. Her eyes winced in pain after very explosive strike. Isabella started mumbling to herself. She may have been giving up but she couldn’t muster enough breath to be heard and a smiling Kiernan seemed to realize this as she did not let up on the shoulder blocks for several more minutes.
Finally, Kiernan draped Isabela’s arms over the top ropes and started dancing around the brunette, while firing jabs and uppercuts into the brunette’s face, smiling as she treated Isabela like a speed bag.
Finally the brunette dropped to her knees in front of the blonde completely exhausted. The blonde tagged her again a few times, which is where we came in.
Then Kiernan dropped to her knees in front of Isabela. She wrapped one arm around Isabela’s hip and lower back, pulling the brunette in closely. Kiernan then started firing punch after punch - slow, steady and heavy – into Isabela’s stomach. Kiernan was able to study the pain in Isabela’s face every time she took another gut shot. She delighted in seeing the effect of her blows on her rival.
“Do you want to give up Izzy? You must want to give up,” taunted Kiernan.
Isabela desperately did want to give up but all the blows to her stomach left her unable to speak, she could only grunt and squeak. Her pleading eyes though showed what distress she was in.
“Oh I think you do! Ask her ref. I think she wants to give,” Kiernan ordered the ref.
“Isabela do you give up?” asked the ref.
Isabela nodded her head quick, signaling her surrender.
A triumphant Kiernan fired a few more punches into Isabela’s stomach, the hardest blows yet, as the bell rung.
Finally Kieran relented and Isabela pooled onto the mat, clutching at her tummy and quietly sobbing.
“Found your weak spot, huh honey?” laughed Kiernan, as the ref lifted her arm in victory. Plzzz add more in between with hot belly punches n boobs punchs plz add, kieran is getting let beaten up plz add more
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Hey, glad you enjoyed the story!
I don’t have any plans to edit it but sounds like your imagination is already filling in the blanks :)
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This one's for Viking. ;)
Katharine McPhee vs Lana Del Rey
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Irksomely, the photo of Katharine McPhee I used for this stayed up for about a day, and then disappeared. Since the window to edit the piece has already closed, I'll have to share the picture here.
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DANIELLE FISHEL vs NATURI NAUGHTON
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It had been a brutal and hard-fought brawl between the two petite powerhouses, and both were struggling with their last iotas of power to overcome the other. In this dual bearhug, each had managed to slip her right arm under the left of the other, while their opposite arms wrapped around the outside, their hands clasped together behind the back of the opposite girl. As they squeezed with all of their dwindling might, Danielle and Naturi gasped, moaned and whimpered in anguish, their voluptuous bodies, glistening with sweat, trembled from the exertion.
Suddenly there was a long whine of fearful resignation as the question of which beauty was mightier was at long last answered, and Fishel’s arms fell free as her body began to go limp. Gritting her teeth, Naughton squeezed ever harder, pouring everything she had into crushing the last vestiges of fight from her rival. "Sweetcheeks," the brunette hisses at her victim, "your ass is mine!"
Finally with a moan, Dani’s head fell backward and her eyes rolled up in their sockets. With some effort, Naturi managed to open her arms, and her opponent fell with a thud to the floor. The victorious battler stood over her swaying, her numbed arms hanging limply at her sides, and it looked as if she were about to collapse from exhaustion. But instead she rallied herself, lifted her left foot, and pressed it down upon the heaving bosom of her fallen adversary, striking a victory pose and claiming her triumph.
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FLASHBACK 2001: KRISTIN KREUK vs SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR
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The brunette let out a howl of anguish, then gritted her teeth and tried to block out the pain to her right knee. The blonde also gritted her teeth as she poured the pressure on her Figure Four Leglock. Finally she hisses, “Ask her!” The referee dutifully asks the victim, “How about it Kristin, ready to submit?”
“FUCK NO!” Kreuk snarled. “AND FUCK HER, TOO!”
That was all the invitation that Sarah needed to put even more effort into her hold. As far as she was concerned, this Submission Only Match had gone on far too long, with Kreuk proving to be a much more dangerous opponent than Gellar had expected. But whatever respect she may have for the brunette’s skills was far outstripped by the blonde’s disgust at her adversary’s gleeful willingness to cheat. No doubt about it, Sarah was going to enjoy making this bitch tap.
But instead of giving up, Kristin suddenly pushed up onto her elbows, and with a tremendous effort began to pull herself backward, dragging both her and Gellar across the canvas for the distance the brunette needed to finally stretch out with her arm and grasp the bottom rope. The ref instantly orders Sarah to release her hold. Begrudgingly, the blonde complies, unwinding her legs from those of her victim.
Rolling over onto her belly, Gellar places her palms to the mat and starts to push herself up to her knees, taking a few moments first to catch her second wind after the exertion of the Figure Four. But what she hadn’t counted on was her opponent, despite the throbbing ache in her right leg, grasping the ropes to haul herself up to her feet, and then hurling herself at her unsuspecting adversary. Gellar gasped in surprise as Kreuk slammed a Double Axe Handle blow between her shoulder blades, flattening Sarah to the canvas.
Moving with a speed that belied her ache and exhaustion, Kristin now applied her own finisher, the Ankle Lock. A shriek of anguish ripped from Gellar’s lips as she thrashed on the mat, desperate to somehow pull free. That effort failing, she reached her hand out for the ropes, but they were too far away.
The pain virtually paralyzing her, Gellar’s hands tugged at her own long blonde hair, trying to counter and block out the agony inflicted upon her ankle. Now the referee put the question to her: Does she want to give up?
“NO!” she howls. “NOT TO HER!”
But while the spirit may be willing, the flesh…and bone…is not quite as strong. After a few more racing heartbeats of this torture, Gellar is almost surprised to find the words “I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!” being spat by her own tongue.
Smiling cruelly, Kreuk kept the devastating hold locked on for several more moments, merely to further torture her rival, and then with a mocking laugh she freed the blonde and let the official raise her arm in victory as Gellar curled into a ball on the canvas, tears in her eyes as she clutched her aching ankle. The triumphant brunette gleefully laughed at her devastated rival.
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DOVE CAMERON vs CARMEN BICONDOVA
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All Carmen could do was silently curse herself for having fallen into this trap. Having beaten Cameron in their two previous matches, the brunette was confident she could make it a hat trick. So confident, in fact, that she didn’t hesitate to agree to the blonde’s suggestion that it be an oil wrestling match.
True, Bicondova had never fought in oil before, but she figured other than making things a bit more slippery, it would be no different than a normal match. She swiftly learned otherwise.
To the brunette’s dismay, she found it impossible to keep her balance in the baby oil that coated the plastic of the pit they were in, and which soon covered virtually every square inch of their bodies as well. And she likewise found it a challenge just to keep hold of Dove.
Worse still, it quickly became obvious that Cameron was very experienced at oil wrestling. She slid around on her knees like an Olympic skater on ice, and rapidly weakened her opponent with repeated knife thrust blows to the body, palm strikes to the face and, by grabbing the fabric of Carmen’s g-string bottoms, clawholds to the brunette’s groin, drawing shrieks of anguish from the embattled beauty.
Try as she might, Bicondova couldn’t put up an effective defense, much less launch her own attack. All too soon, she was reduced to a quivering mess, and it was then that Dove grabbed her hair and shoved it into a puddle of oil on the mat, smothering her and driving the frantic Carmen to tap out her surrender.
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Vanessa Hudgens vs Michelle Williams: Endgame
Vanessa licked her lips as she tightened the ligature around Michelle's slender neck and cut off the oxygen to the already dizzy blondes brain. Michelle was lying face down on the bed in Vanessa's apartment, completely stripped, except for a pair of lacy pink panties. A similarly scantily clad Vanessa, in black lingerie, was seated on Michelle's ass, leaning over so she could fully appreciate the delicious choking sounds Michelle made as Vanessa throttled her.
Both girl were drenched in sweat after a long and grueling 14-round boxing bout that Vanessa had narrowly won, the 13th fight in their epic rivalry.
Immediately after the fight though Vanessa had been rejuvenated by an adrenaline surge, flush with victory. Conversely the always tough Michelle was drained and defeated, all the fight beaten out of her.
Vanessa had smothered Michelle relentlessly with her ass and tits for about an hour, bringing her to the verge of passing out over and over. Finally she had wrung out a hard fought concession from the blonde: she promised to never again for a boxing championship or take on another Top 10 fighter, relegating her to meaningless lower card bouts for the rest of her career and finally, FINALLY, getting her out of the way so Vanessa could dominate the lightweight division like she was always destined to do.
Normally that would have ended things but Vanessa was too excited to have at long last conquered Michelle. She dragged the beaten blonde back to her apartment and had been beating her up for hours.
At last things had reached a climax.
Michelle's mouth was open, gasping for breath that she couldn't take in, as Vanessa wrapped the ligature around her hands one more time, further increasing the unbearable pressure around Michelle's throat. Williams pounded her fists against the mattress in a futile protest. She bucked her hips, trying to throw Vanessa off but the brunette was snug, her hips firmly on Michelle's ass, her thighs wrapped around the blonde's ribs.
"You'e mine! You hear me Michelle? Huh? You hear me girl?"
Michelle's eyes closed, as she felt darkness washing over her before a frantic jot of adrenaline animated her again, once more to wiggle herself free, once again failing.
Vanessa just laughed . She had waited so long for this moment.
She leaned over and placed her lips next to Michelle's right ear, whispering insults...
"I own you loser. I own you. You are mine. You are never getting free. Beg me. Beg me for your life."
But Michelle could not even breathe, much less beg.
Vanessa was snug enough against her that she could hear every last rasp and gurgle as the life was squeezed out of her long time enemy. It was positively orgasmic and Hudgens worries she might pass out herself, in pleasure.
A long line of drool dribbled out of her Michelle's mouth, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head, as Vanessa kept up the ruthless choke.
"Oh my God, so disgusting! Have a little dignity Michelle," Vanessa scolded her.
Finally the brunette rolled over Michelle so the blonde was on her back. Vanessa laid herself on top of Williams, face to face, nose to nose. She wanted to see every last second of Michelle's decisive defeat.
"Come on bitch. You just have to beg. Dont let your pride fuck you over. Just give up."
Michelle made some gurgling sounds but Vanessa was fully aware that her rival could no longer talk, she could only choke. Vanessa laughed and laughed. She thought of all the times they had fought. The many times Michelle had defeated her and had breast smothered her into oblivion. But the shoe was on the other foot now.
Vanessa added insult to injury, by bouncing Michelle's head up and down against the mattress, further disorienting the blonde.
Finally Michelle's eyes rolled up in her head for the final time, more drool dribbled out of her mouth. Her arms and legs went limp, her hands which had been trying to push Vanessa away, loosened, and her fingers opening up, pleading.
Was she dead? Permanently brain damaged? Vanessa wasn't sure. Finally she detected some ragged, labored breathing from Michelle.
"Party time's not over blondie, " said Vanessa, menacingly. "You stay right where you are."
Vanessa came back a few minutes later, with an ungodly large strap-on attached.
She proceeded to drive it into the deeply unconscious Michelle from behind, tentatively at first, then more and more violently, bucking her hips back and forth as she rammed the dildo deep into Michelle.
The only signs of life from Williams were little puffs of air involuntarily forced from her diaphragm with every new thrust from Vanessa. The brunette grabbed Michelle with a tight grip of her short blonde hair as she continued to fuck her.
"Mmmm, yeah....take that, bitch....you like that blondie....unghhh....take it again....and again..." Vanessa was in ecstasy as she had her way with her arch enemy, thoroughly humiliating Michelle.
Finally, after pulverizing her for 15 long minutes, Vanessa collapsed onto the bed herself, panting and drenched in perspiration. She immediately pleasured herself, achieving the most incredible orgasm in her life.
"Yes! YES! YES!" she cried out in triumph.
Finally, she lazily rolled back on top of Michelle. grabbing the knocked out blonde from behind, squeezing her cheeks. "Oh honey, you're not even going to be able to walk for weeks! Vanessa crowed, laughing.
Whether or not the blonde was going to walk...or talk....or even know who she was anymore...remained to be seen but one thing was sure: Vanessa Hudgens had well and truly conquered Michelle Williams for good.
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Ming-Na Wen vs. Jessica Henwick
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The hot studio lights beat down on the pair, drenched in sweat, hair matted, and tossed from the effort of the contest. But Ming-Na Wen had a smile on her face, while her much younger foe’s face twisted in the effort.
“You have a lot going for you,” Ming-Na whispered into Jessica’s ear, “The only real difference between us is I just happen to have more experience than you do.”
Jessica grunted with effort as she tried to get up again, but Ming-Na roared and held her down once again, forcing her onto the Kumite platform's canvas. Clad in only sports bras and biker shorts, but sweat was coated their bodies regardless.
“And maybe just a bit stronger,” Ming-Na admitted.
Jessica Henwick collapsed, gasping for air, “So? Go ahead. Finish me.”
“Are you giving up?”
Jessica’s body writhed in answer, but remain trapped. She elaborated. “Never gonna give up,” Jessica hissed, “So either finish me or give up yourself, and I’ll show you how strong I am.”
Ming-Na held on to Jessica for a few moments more before releasing the hold. Jessica managed to get to her feet almost too quickly, her body wobbled with the effort of it as her head reoriented itself. By the time she did, Ming-Na was waiting for her, her arms at her side, and a smirk on her face.
Jessica charged forward an arm pulled back for a massive punch, but Ming-Na sidestepped the blow with practiced swiftness. Jessica was undeterred, she snapped out a kick, but Ming-Na slid to the side once more, and towards Jessica. Like a viper, she lashed out, spin around Jessica, and wrapped her arms around Jessica’s throat. Jessica’s eyes went wide with panic as she was pulled off her feet by Min-Na’s strength, and flipped over the older woman. Jessica managed to roll with the toss and keep her feet. When Jessica rushed Ming-Na and went for a punch, Ming-Na ducked and grabbed Jessica's offending arm. Ming-Na flipped the younger woman over her back and letting Jessica slam onto the canvas. Slightly winded, Jessica lay there for a moment, catching her breath.
“Are you going to stand and fight?” Ming-Na loomed over her foe, who slapped the mat in frustration before spinning up. Her fury was so great, Ming-Na found her chin clipped by an uppercut as her enemy rose.
Smelling blood, Jessica lashed out with a kick that struck Ming-Na in the mid-section before moving in for an elbow strike, but Ming-Na hooked her arm through Jessica’s and flipped her over again, this time slamming Jessica’s neck and shoulders on the canvas. Jessica’s body held for a second before she slid to her left in a daze.
“Are you giving up, Jessica?”
Jessica was slow to rise, “I told you. Either finish me or give up yourself.”
Ming-Na smiled, “I like the fire you have. Keep it burning.”
Jessica wobbled before she closed the distance between herself and the older woman, but her strike was countered. Ming-Na dove low, grabbed Jessica by the hips and one final time flipped the younger woman over her back. Jessica’s landed shoulder first on the canvas, the wind crushed out of her by the impact. Her vision was blurry, but she recognized Ming-Na’s form simply lean back and over her before the older martial artist sat on her chest with a thump which drove more air from her screaming lungs. Jessica's breasts painfully crushed against her rib cage, her hear rolled as she moaned in pain. As Jessica moaned, Ming-Na pinned Jessica’s arms under her knees as she grabbed Jessica’s tossed hair, lifting up the younger woman's head to face her.
Ming-Na smiled, “But tonight, get some sleep.”
Jessica let out a grunt before Ming-Na drove her thumb into Jessica’s carotid artery. Jessica’s legs kicked and spasmed, her arms flailed, but her eyes rolled up as her consciousness fled her body. In a few moments, limp spasms were all that remained of Jessica’s motor function, which ended swiftly.
Ming-Na looked down at her work and smiled. She slowly got off her perch and stretched, wincing slightly, “Definitely made me earn it." Ming-Na placed her foot on the unconscious Jessica to record the victory properly, pressing down on her sternum. "Good work, kid. You’re goin’ places.”
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“Always the sentimentalist,” Ming-Na turned at the smooth voice of Charlize Theron, as sweaty and breathing heavily as Ming-Na was, carrying the unconscious body of Anya Taylor-Joy over her shoulders. The younger face was flush, as were her arms and shoulders, while Charlize had evidence of a stomach claw becoming more visible over time.
“You know I like to teach the up and comers,” Ming-Na stepped over to Charlize, “Rather than just beating them to a pulp.”
“I didn’t break the nose this time,” Charlize said, as the blonde took her prize onto the Kumite platform to meet Ming-Na. As she approached, she gently let her red-faced bagged on the canvas next to Jessica, “I’d say I taught her more than just the usual lesson.”
“Really?” Ming-Na looked up to Charlize, “Then show me what you taught her.”
Charlize’s grin was positively feral, “Why else display my prey to a fellow hunter. Besides,” Charlize raised her fists, "I prefer to sharpen my claws on diamonds."
Ming-Na smiled in appreciation as she raised her fists to answer the blonde.
First time posting a story, so feel free to comment on it. I have a few more obscure ideas floating around if you like...
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FLASHBACK 1960: Sandra Dee vs Annette Funicello
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There was an air electric with anticipation as the eminent spectators took their seats in along the walls of the spacious Bel Air mansion’s living room. They were among some of the most powerful men both in the entertainment industry as well as the business world in Southern California, and their elite sport of choice was catfighting featuring some of the most beautiful women in Hollywood.
What made this evening even more special was that it would feature the fighting debuts of two 18 year olds, each anxious to prove her superiority and to establish a winning combat reputation at the expense of the other.
There had been some question as to whether Sandra and Annette…widely known as two of the sweetest ingenues in moviedom…had the appropriate instincts for catfighting. But both girls assured the sponsors that they were more than willing to fight as hard as they had to in order to win.
Any such doubt as to their abilities to fight were swiftly dashed as they savagely launched themselves at one another in the opening moments. Like wildcats, the teens tore the party dresses they wore to tatters, leaving them clad only in their black lace bras and panties. The pair rolled back and forth across the carpet, hissing and snarling, their legs entwined as hands ripped at raven black and honey golden hair. It became rapidly apparent to the spectators that these two fledgling fighters had developed an instant dislike for one another, and were doing whatever they could to punish each other. “Italian tramp!” Sandra snarled…”German hussy!” Annette hissed in response.
But for all of their barbarity, there was method to their madness. Much more than simply pawing and clawing at one another, Dee and Funicello quickly demonstrated that they were each highly skilled at fighting, and adept at both administering and escaping punishing holds. At one point in the match, Annette displayed astounding strength by lifting Sandra up, draping her across her shoulders, and then subjecting the yowling blonde to an airplane spin before dumping her to the floor. Amazingly, Sandra withstood that, and mere minutes later she drew a collective gasp from the onlookers by executing an Antonio Rocca-like dropkick, her feet slamming into her opponent’s chest and sending Funicello sailing backward through the air until she landed with a pained grunt on the carpet.
By this point in the match however, the time for such high-energy moves was long past, as the two panting combatants, rolling back and forth across the floor, struggled as exhaustion sapped their dwindling strength. Those in attendance sensed that the match would be coming to a close soon; however, Annette and Sandra had been battling to a veritable draw, so there was no way of predicting who would win. Perhaps they might even stalemate one another to a double elimination.
Suddenly, as if they each shared some psychic communication, the two brawlers simultaneously made the same move: both the blonde and the brunette used their hands to cover the mouth and pinch closed the nose of her rival, each desperate to smother the other into defeat. Their muffled gasps for precious breath filled the air as their faces darkened and their eyes grew glassy. Their movements slowed until, beyond some spasmodic muscular twitches, they remained perfectly still as they faced one another on their sides.
Eyelids fluttered shut, and it appeared that they indeed had fought to a draw, with both slipping into unconsciousness.
But then suddenly Annette gave a deep sigh, and her hands fell free of her opponent’s face. After a long moment, Sandra’s eyes snapped wide open and she took a deep breath, as if she had just been shocked awake from slumber. She continued to smother Annette for a few more moments, then released her hold, and the brunette rolled limply onto her back.
Determined to secure her victory, Dee with tremendous effort dragged herself across Funicello’s torso, draping her body over the beaten girl’s and collapsing atop her. Despite her utter exhaustion, a smile came to Sandra’s face and she began to give a raspy giggle as many of the spectators happily chanted in unison…”One…two…three!” She had her victory…the first of many, she vowed.
As for Annette, she was gently carried to a guest room and laid upon a bed. When she finally awoke from her stupor some fifteen minutes later, her first words, spoken in a husky whisper were, “I want a rematch!”
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Kaley Cuoco vs Anna Kournikova
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It was a bombshell when, after a retirement of nearly a decade, Anna Kournikova announced she was coming back to celebrity catfighting. Almost as shocking was her challenge for her first opponent; rather than rebuild her career slowly with a lesser adversary, the Russian beauty demanded a match with one of the very best fighters in the sport, Kaley Cuoco. The American was more than willing to accept the challenge, as she was anxious to prove her supremacy over the legend.
The third shock came in the match itself. Anna stepped out onto the carpet looking as if a day hadn't passed since her peak ten years ago. Kaley also looked magnificent, and she was downright smug in her expectation of victory. But her gorgeous face was quickly twisted into a mask of surprise and pain as she proceeded to have her ass handed to her by the Russian!
Cuoco went immediately on the attack, striking with her usual brilliance. However, Kournikova parried and countered with even greater brilliance, swiftly putting the American on the defensive. The perpetual smirk on Anna's face drove Kaley into a fury, as did her opponent's refusal to speak English, but rather to taunt her adversary in her own native tongue: "Vy luchsheye, chto yest' u Ameriki, no Rossiya vsegda luchshe. Mne ochen' ponravitsya unichtozhit' tebya, suka!" Cuoco may not have known exactly what was said to her, but the tone was unmistakably sneering.
Cuoco shrieked as a hip toss flipped her over and send her landing hard on her butt, which drew a few chuckles from the elite spectators. Furious, frustrated and embarrassed, the blonde rolled over into a crouch and, with a snarl, lunged at her opponent. Anna coolly held her ground until the last instant, when she suddenly dropped to the floor, her sweeping feet tripping Kaley's and sending the American crashing face-first to the plush carpet, her 34c's taking the brunt of the impact and leaving her winded. That slowed the American down just enough for the Russian to pounce on her back, grab her golden mane, and start to slam Cuoco's face repeatedly into the floor, further stunning her.
Now Kournikova grabbed her opponent's bikini briefs and peeled them down her long legs; she then pulled the purloined garment over her opponent's head, the triangular fabric covering her face and blindfolding the American. Anna then pulled the dazed Kaley up to her feet and scoffed as the blinded beauty stumbled around, still too stunned to realize why she can't see. The Russian then snared Cuoco in a side headlock and suddenly dashed forward, pulling her rival along with her. They only came to a stop when Anna drove the top of Kaley's head into the wall like a battering ram, denting the plaster and sending the battered blonde crashing back to the floor. Cuoco sat on the carpet moaning, her legs spread wide before her, her upper body swaying.
Pulling the briefs off of her opponent's head and tossing them aside, Kournikova crouched down in front of the blasted blonde, cupped Kaley's chin with one hard, and then hissed, "Dasvidaniya, bitch." She then put her palm to Cuoco's face and roughly shoved her onto her back, rolled her over onto her belly, and then sat on her back. Grabbing the American's ankles, Anna pulled Kaley's legs back, drawing screams of anguish from her victim, followed swiftly enough by tearful howls of "STOP! NO MORE! i GIVE UP!"
Anna then stood up, placed a foot on her beaten and sobbing adversary's bare behind, and struck a victory pose as she basked in the cheers of the onlookers.
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Sandra Dee vs Annette Funicello
I've had a crush on Annette since I was 12....GIVE HER A REMATCH!
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Hunter King vs Caylee Cowan
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Hunter had gotten a picture in her DMs that she couldn't believe. There was her younger sister, Joey, completely unconscious with a big titted blonde smothering her. At first Hunter thought it looked like Kiernan Shipka had gotten implants. Instead, it was a 22 year old named Caylee Cowan, challenging her to a private match that could only end when one girl was smothered unconscious. She accepted without hesitation, hoping that her age and slight weigh advantage would help her take care of the the nobody actress. Starting out naked, Hunter decided to attack the younger blonde's bigger melons. She was successful in getting a grip on the soft tits, working them over for a few seconds before Caylee returned the favor to her own C cups. The battle went back and forth for what felt like an eternity, with both fit young actresses gaining the advantage several times.
The final minutes saw one of them steadily outmaneuvering her opponent, with a variety of holds and smothers being applied. At one point a face sit was secured, only to have the now clearly losing woman gain her freedom by licking her opponent to excitement, the winning fighter wisely moving to regain her composure before continuing her onslaught. Then, it finally happened. One blonde found herself too tired to keep fighting, and then found her legs trapped underneath her body as the aggressor secured a perfectly sealed tit smother. Seeing the last glimmer of consciousness creeping out of the eyes of the loser, the woman on top simply whispered, "Queens always beat Kings."
With that, another smother selfie was snapped and sent to the DMs of another busty actress as Caylee Cowan continued her campaign to get noticed in Hollywood, one defeated busty actress at a time.
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When I looked up Caylee Cowan to find out more about her the name Sabrina Lynn came up. My word what a smokin hot redhead. At 5’10” and a awesome bod too. Surely she has to be in one of these stories soon. Oh and by the way Caylee smokin hot too and love this story as well. Awesome
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Loved Caylee vs the King sisters, she is a real banger and looks like a very strong fighter. I can also see her taking out the Alyn Lind sisters.
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Sandra Dee vs Annette Funicello
I've had a crush on Annette since I was 12....GIVE HER A REMATCH!
I agree. Annette is smoking. I would love to see her in a couple more match ups as well.
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Flashback 1960: Deborah Walley vs Annette Funicello
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Following her narrow recent loss to Sandra Dee, Annette sought to get her catfighting career back on track by accepting an offer to wrestle Deborah, who would be making her fighting debut. Both had gained fame in Hollywood for playing the squeaky clean girl next door, so it was anticipated that this would be a fair and above-board contest.
But what no one knew was that Deborah was a better actress than she was given credit for. She so embodied the character of "Gidget" which she played on the silver screen, all assumed that was her true nature.
Everyone...and in particular Annette...swiftly learned otherwise.
The blonde went on the attack from the very start, leaving the busty brunette reeling from the assault...which included hairpulling, a rake of the eyes with her nails, and even a bit of biting for bad measure. Now, Walley had Funicello staggering backward as the blonde switched to pugilism, throwing bareknuckled fists to Annette's body and face; Funicello gasped in pain as punches sunk into her belly, and her head snapped violently to the side with every punch that cracked across her jaw.
Finally, Deborah was ready to put an end to the match. She wrapped her hands tight around her opponent's throat and, tightening her grip, choked Annette! The brunette's eyes grew wide with fear as she gasped and gurgled for breath, and her body slowly sank to her knees. Walley's angelic face was now twisted into a mask of cruel rage, her eyes blazing with fury. Another few moments, she assured herself, and victory would be hers.
Her vision growing hazy, Funicello also knew that defeat was looming. She decided that she had no choice but to discard the notions of fair play she had cherished, if she wanted to have any hope of winning. With a blur of motion, her right arm swung up, and she slammed her fist with all of her might up into her tormentor's womanhood. Deborah let out a high-pitched screech as she released her chokehold and staggered backward, hands cupping her throbbing groin as she bit her lower lip and fought back tears.
Adrenalin now coursing through her veins, the brunette stood up and advanced on her stunned adversary. She then threw a backhanded blow to Deborah's cheek that cracked through the air of the mansion's vast ballroom, which was their battlefield. Further slaps quickly turned the blonde's alabaster skin a blistered red, and left her teary eyes glassy and unfocused.
Seething with rage, Annette then lifted Deborah up over her shoulders and began to whirl around and around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an Airplane Spin! Walley wailed in panic as her senses reeled, until finally Funicello released her, and the blonde crashed to the floor with a bone-jarring thud.
Any other time, Annette would have asked her opponent if she was ready to give up. But not now, and not this opponent. She intended to make the blonde scream for mercy. To achieve that, Funicello grabbed her adversary's ankles, lifted her legs, and spread them wide. She then lifted her own right leg, letting her foot hover in the air for a few long heartbeats, as the spectators held their breath in startled anticipation.
And then, with a warrior's bellow, Annette slammed her foot into Deborah's already tender groin, grinding it down as the blonde howled in anguish. "STOP! STOP! NO MORE! i GIVE UP!!!" Walley cried out, tears streaking her mascara. Annette let her beaten rival's legs drop to the floor. But she was not quite done with her yet.
To fully claim her triumph, the brunette chose to strike a victory pose. She carefully stood upon her mewling opponent's trembling body with both feet, carefully balancing herself, and then raised her arms as she beamed a self-satisfied smile, reducing the once-proud, if insidious, blonde to the role of doormat. The spectators leaped to their feet and burst into lusty applause at the sight of this new and more ferocious Annette!
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A lot of people don't give Annette much respect as a fighter but I'm sure those tits of hers cowed more than one young starlet and made them think twice before tangling with her.
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(Note: I'd planned to make a sequel to this (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg591501#msg591501) for some time now, but I've waited long enough that I doubt anyone has a super specific memory of it. As usual, click for big images.)
Joan Bennett and Anne Baxter sat side by side, at one of the best tables in the packed club. Rather than acknowledging each other, the two actresses silently gazed across the table and up into the wrestling ring. As a loud thud from the ring broke through the club patrons' background chatter, Joan and Anne flinched back in perfect unison. They narrowed their eyes, and parted their lips as if silently saying "Ooh." Immediately, the two resumed their wide eyed stares, only to flinch again at a second thud from the ring. Thud, flinch. Thud, flinch.
Joan
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Anne
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In the ring, Dolores Moran hissed and wheezed through her clenched teeth, trying to catch her breath as she struggled. Facing the corner of the ring, her curvaceous, bare legs trembled beneath her body. Behind her, Yvonne de Carlo scowled and gripped Dolores' hair with both hands, arms straight, and feet anchored on the mat no matter how hard the blonde tried to squirm away. Dolores could only nudge Yvonne's wrist with one hand; her other arm flailed around above her shoulder, unable to reach her tormentor. Taking a step forward, Yvonne frowned resolutely, yanked the squirming blonde's head back, and thrust her forward, smashing her defenseless face against the padded corner post. Thud! When Yvonne pulled Dolores away from the post, revealing her face again, the blonde's jaw had dropped open. One of her eyelids was mostly shut, and her arms dropped loosely.
Dolores
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Yvonne
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Joan sighed, rolled her eyes, and stood up. Picking up her chair, she moved to the opposite side of the table and sat down, placing her back to the ring. "I've seen enough for tonight," she said to Anne across the table in a hushed tone. Anne nodded silently, looking down at the table with a disappointed frown. Joan relaxed, then raised her head and took a breath. "I'm just so tired of her! I was sure Dolores would put a stop to her this week," she grumbled. "Yes, I thought so too. Dolores is so athletic," replied Anne. Her eyes were on Joan's face, but they periodically drifted over to the ring behind her, and Anne had to quickly adjust her gaze back to the other actress.
"And Yvonne doesn't even have any style. Where's the pageantry in watching her bludgeon some poor girl's face for minute after minute?" said Joan, resolutely keeping her eyes straight ahead. Several seconds had passed without a thud from the ring, but suddenly, the patrons nearby cheered and applauded. Anne tilted her head to look around Joan for a better view. Joan grimly kept her attention straight ahead. "Don't tell me," she said quietly.
Anne nodded. "Someone should do something about Yvonne," she said. "I used to love the fights, but that nasty chorus girl is ruining them for me." Joan glanced up, eyebrows raised and features softened. "Well, I think I've improved since my last try against her," she began. "But I still need more practice. I agree, though, someone should do something."
Another cheer issued from the nearby patrons as Dolores broke free, shoving the furious Yvonne away. Staggering to one side abruptly, Dolores nevertheless clenched her fists and charged. The blonde expelled a furious scream, lips drawn back tightly and eyes giving Yvonne a wild glare. Her wide haymaker zipped through the air, arcing over Yvonne's head as the brunette reacted in time, ducking and charging under the blonde's swinging fist. The brunette sped past Dolores, bounding up the corner post and gripping the top rope. As Dolores tried to recover, Yvonne swung her pale, slender legs up, and securely gripped the blonde's neck between her thighs. Suspended in midair with her hands on the rope, and her legs on Dolores, Yvonne smirked as the blonde uselessly pushed against her strong thighs. Slowly, Dolores sank to her knees, mouth open as she tried to gasp for air.
As Dolores' body sagged, Yvonne released her hold, curled her legs under her body, and rested her feet on the second rope, suspending herself above the mat and looking over her shoulder at Dolores scornfully. Launching herself back, Yvonne extended her legs again, striking Dolores' bare upper back with both feet. The powerful blow launched Dolores forward, but the blonde hardly reacted. With her face muscles relaxed, lips parted, and limbs drifting freely, Dolores hurtled towards the mat and landed face down. She lay with her head tilted to the side, eyes shut and jaw hanging open. Yvonne casually approached with a casual frown, stepping over the unconscious blonde to stand astride her. She tilted her head up and thrust her chest out proudly.
"Yes, someone should," said Anne, turning her head away from the ring.
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As a footnote, lately I've been looking for people on discord, both for chatting about this sort of thing, and possibly some celebrity catfight rp as well (not exclusively 40s pin ups, but definitely open to them). I'm A.#3123 if you want to add me, or you can message me on here as well.
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SOPHIA BUSH vs COBIE SMULDERS
Sophia Bush
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Cobie Smulders
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This fight hadn't gone the way most punters predicted. With a four inch height advantage and certainly the reach, Cobie Smulders probably thought she would have Sophia Bush covered tonight as well. And she may have, had the fight remained standing for the whole bout. As it was, Sophia was wiley enough to get Cobie on the mat, taking away most of any advantage she had. Now, Cobie was howling, her legs locked in a sharpshooter type manoeuvre, with Sophia sitting on her back, wrenching those long limbs at will. Cobie reached for the ropes, but couldn't quite get there. She gritted her teeth and fought through the pain as long as she could.
"I can't hear you talking shit anymore, Cobes, what happened??" Sophia hadn't forgotten the exchange prior to this fight, and she was damned if she wasn't going to rub it in a bit now that she was on top. Her favorite part of the league was being able to prove mouthy bitches, and their supporters, completely wrong. She tangled Cobie's long legs as sharply as she could, pouring on the pressure, and even bouncing her plump ass up and down on Cobie's back, getting extra sharp shouts of pain from her victim.
Cobie wanted to tell her to fuck off. She wanted to kick the smug bitch in the face and prove everybody right. But she couldn't. And the longer the pain shot through her legs and lower back, the less she believed that she could. And then a fresh pain. Right up her calf. "Fuuuuuuckkk!!" That was it. Unable to pull her legs away, her arm did the work for her, banging against the mat frantically until the referee had to forcibly remove the unrelinquishing and determined Sophia.
"Say it! Say you give!" Sophia demanded as soon as the zebra moved to end this bout. "I give!! I give, stop! You win Sophia! Fuuuuck!!" Cobie screamed and wailed, and just as she was pushed away, a very satisfied Sophia grinned and dropped Cobie's legs, flinging her arms victoriously into the air.
Cobie instantly rolled across the mat, tears in her eyes, trying to rub at her legs. The crowd was loud, not particularly upset, but certainly shocked. And Sophia blew them kisses whether they approved or not. She wasn't letting anything upset this memorable victory. And she was going to give them every reason not to underestimate her again.
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We've just lost about a page's worth of posts here, so someone must have deactivated their FCF account, which apparently erases their posts. :(
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FLASHBACK 1939: Lana Turner vs Susan Hayward
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Although she had only made her catfighting debut a few months ago, Lana had electrified Hollywood with her spectacular battling skills. But such quick success invites both jealousy on the part of other women, as well as an interest from certain others in seeing that the blonde meets her first defeat. To achieve this, a small cabal of men sought out another young starlet to challenge Turner.
They found Susan, who had the raw talent, as well as the fiery temper, to mount a credible challenge. To better ensure her chances, her patrons arranged for the redhead to undergo a crash training program in wrestling.
At last, the two ingenues faced one another across the carpeted expanse of the large living room of a Beverly Hills mansion. The blonde shed a luxurious white mink coat that had been given to her by admirers to reveal her white two-piece bathing suit, while the redhead removed a cloak to unveil her light blue fighting togs, with both suits putting their bodies on ample display. Hayward had worked long and hard for this moment. Lana had been well-informed of Susan's training, and had herself upped her training regimen in order to match the threat of the redhead.
What resulted was a titanic struggle between the pair, their level of expertise belying the fact that they are both still rookies. Neither was able to hold the advantage over the other for long, and Turner and Hayward were driven to the limits of their endurance, sweat and tears having smeared the makeup on their faces.
At long last it appeared the end was in sight: Lana was on the offensive, landing stinging slaps to her opponent's face and heavy chops to Hayward's chest, causing the gasping and grunting Susan to stagger backward. A few more such blows, without a doubt, and Turner would overwhelm her rival utterly. But it was then that the blonde's inexperience, fueled by her furious disdain for Susan, betrayed her; she halted her attack and stood before the staggered redhead, hands on her hip and smirk on her lips. "Had enough, chippy," Lana purred smugly. "Or do I have keep slapping the ugly off of your mug?"
Panting hard, head hung low and her auburn hair hanging scraggly, Hayward slowly tilted her face up until her eyes, which were two narrow slits of burning hatred, locked with the blue peepers of the buxom blonde. Then, with a sudden furious roar, Susan unleashed a kick with her right leg, and her foot smashed upward into Turner's groin. The blonde let out a shrill yowl and burst into tears, yet somehow managed to not collapse to the floor. Instead she stumbled back, hands clutching her throbbing womanhood as she went into a knock-kneed crouch.
That suited Hayward just fine, and how it was her turn to smirk as she lined up another kick, this one catching Lana flush on the chin, snapping her head back with a spray of sweat as her whole body flopped to the floor. Standing over her prone adversary, the redhead pressed the sole of her left foot across Turner's windpipe, as the embattled blonde's face turned deep red and she gagged for breath.
And then Lana gave a gurgling sigh and ceased moving altogether, driven into strangled unconsciousness by her upstart nemesis. Susan gave a lopsided smile as she raised her right arm in victory, and the spectators jumped to their feet to cheer her triumph.
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The scene in the film where these two girls faced off was beautiful but it should have been different, very different.
"The throwing of swords?" the brunette said
"Maybe we should fight with less... sharp swords," the blonde replied, sticking out her tongue.
The two girls would approach, joining their mouths in what would have been a duel to the last kiss. Jenna and Emily knew about the script, but soon realized that the duel had become real... and neither of them wanted to lose.
They exchanged provocative bites on the opposing lips, while their tongues danced in their mouths or dueled outside their lips, imitating the kiss between the two protagonists in the first chapter. But apparently, the director had been right, and Jenna felt pushed back until she admitted defeat.
No one would ever realize that duel was really real, but it was chosen to adopt something... less intense for the film.
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Kat Dennings vs Olivia Taylor Dudley
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Everyone knows Kat Dennings. Her cleavage is the envy of nearly every woman in Hollywood.
Well below the national conscience, Olivia Taylor Dudley had become quite the jerk off material herself. Blonde and blue with tits that seemed to assault anything she encased them in.
The challenge was simple. Two short, curvy, women with titanic chests meet together and find out whose are better. Kat was confident. She had battled back and forth with the likes of Christina Hendricks over the years, with only the best of chests having a chance against hers. She had seen the blonde in a few things, especially being impressed with what her sweater cows did to the costumes she wore on Magicians. She knew the other woman was stacked, but figured she'd wear the big tits down and enjoy herself a bit with a new conquest.
The fight started simply, with both women stripping down and bringing their soft yet dense tit meat together. There were no violent slaps or punches with the breasts, just the four pancaked together as they fought to bore through the opposition and leave no doubt about who was the better chested actress. The fight had lasted quite a while, but had not been particularly close. It was no more than 10 minutes into the proceedings that both competitors realized the advantage. Even so, neither backed off their efforts as the one with the advantage had no interest in losing it and the one who was beginning to lose simply hoping her tits would make a comeback and at least even the playing field. Instead, one pair gradually yet consistently ground the firmness out of the other.
The final moments were almost anti-climatic. The winning fighter had bullied her adversary back into the corner of the hotel room that served as their battlefield. She was enjoying leaning in as her reddened and softened breasts broke down what was left of the even more mangled pair. Finally, the last bit of resistance left the flesh of the chest she was grinding into, a smile crossing her face as the loser wept quietly.
"Sorry Kat, it looks like my tits really are magic. They made your little kittens disappear. Try me again anytime."
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Submission Match: Ariana Grande vs Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Sarah Michelle Gellar has been the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance's undisputed Queen of Submissions for 20 years. However, Ariana Grande has decided it's time for a new Queen, and that it deserves to be her, and she has been training specifically to beat the veteran.
The rules of their pay-pre-view main event match were simple: No time limit, no pins or countouts, submission only.
And it quickly proved to be a contender for 'Match of the Year', as the two beauties subjected one another to a master class of agonizing submission holds. Yet, Gellar and Grande endured the anguish, even as exhaustion drained them of all but their last dregs of power. Ariana, a full decade-and-a-half younger than her opponent, demonstrated both greater speed and vaster endurance. But veteran Sarah's experience and edge in raw strength countered her adversary's assets.
Indeed, for the past few minutes, Gellar had held command of the match, and seemed on the verge of making a bid for victory. An Atomic Elbow to Grande's forehead left the younger woman stunned and swaying on her feet. Dashing to the ropes, Sarah bounded off of them, building up momentum for the Clothesline she was aiming at her rival. But, stunned though she was, Ariana was not so disoriented that she couldn't react to the coming blow. Still feeling too sluggish to move out of the way in time, she instead grasped the arm of the nearby referee and, with a yank, flung him in front of her. The equally startled zebra and Gellar smacked their heads together, sending them both to the canvas, badly stunned.
Moving with all of the haste she could muster, Grande pulled the glassy-eyed Gellar up to her feet by her hair, and went for her signature submission, the 'Grande Finale' Octopus Hold.
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Her body twisted in agony, Sarah is shocked from her stupor. She squirms in the embrace, but to no effect. Grunting, her body drenched in sweat, her whimpers turn to a whine and tears well in her eyes. After nearly two full minutes of unrelenting, inescapable agony, Gellar begins to frantically tap her left hand to her tormentor's calf. A loud screech of shock and despair erupts from the crowd as the veteran appears to admit defeat. Joyously, Ariana rasps, "She's tapping! Ring the bell, ref! She's tapping!"
But there was no bell. Turning her head, Ariana sees the still-dazed referee struggling to get up from his hands and knees. Furious...and apparently forgetting her own prime role in reducing the official to this state...she releases her hold and goes over to him to shake him back to his senses. With a gasp of relief, Gellar sinks to her knees, head hung low and long blonde hair hiding her shame-filled face. But then it occurs to her...as the match is still going on, she has a chance to redeem herself.
His wits collected at last, the referee calls for the match to continue. Grande, expecting her opponent to be ripe for another Octopus Hold, is shocked as she turns around...and is met with a senses-rattling slap across her face! An instant later, the brunette finds herself lock into a Cobra Clutch by the blonde. And now it's Ariana's turn to suffer. "No! She tapped! I won!" she squeals, but the referee reminds her that he never saw that. To her credit, Grande endures the anguish for several minutes, far longer than any other opponent had ever withstood it in the past. But she was no more successful at reversing and escaping it than Sarah had been in the previous hold.
Finally, unable to withstand the pain any longer, Ariana began to slap her hand at the mat; when the hold wasn't released instantly, she shrieked, "I give up! Let me go...I GIVE UP!!!"
Releasing the clutch, Gellar stood up and let the ref raise her arm in victory. But the blonde knew it was only a lucky break that had spared her from defeat. As Ariana glares up at her, Sarah says, "Anytime you want a rematch, you've got it. You earned it."
Grande snarls, back, "And next time, I'll end your career, old woman!"
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Great story! Love Sarah getting a win for once!
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Kate Upton vs Krystal Forscutt
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"Can you understand that, bitch? This is the feeling of your tits being banged by mine"
Kate grabbed Krystal and squeezed her tight. Their noses touched and their breasts banged hard. But now it was clear that the brunette's breasts were being squeezed by Kate's stronger breasts, which barely changed shape. Krystal put her hands forward, trying to push her rival back, but the blonde held her tight around the waist. Bringing her melons over Krystal's, Kate dropped them. Kate's breasts covered Krystal's poor tits, swallowing them as their breasts clashed.
"I give! Please... I give!" sobbed Krystal defeated.
Kate pulled back, parting her breasts. The blonde's breasts lifted high and proud, while the brunette's sank considerably.
"Now you know why I'm the best, you arrogant whore!" Kate said aligning her nipples with Krystal's and pushing them back into the flesh.
The brunette began to cry, slumped to the floor, grabbing her breast as Kate left the room, haughty as ever, convinced that no one could steal her crown.
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HWA: Kaley Cuoco vs Alina Sandratskaya
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The Hollywood Wrestling Alliance had seen an invasion of foreign talent of late, as execs began importing talent from around the world. A key acquisition was Alina Sandratskaya, the "Russian Assassin", who signed on only after she secured a match against former HWA Champion Kaley Cuoco as her debut in the federation. Asked by reporters why as she arrived at New York's Kennedy airport from Moscow, she sneered, "Because I want to face America's best, in order to prove that she is no match for me."
And that appeared to be no idle boast, as the two blondes battled one another for more than forty minutes in their PPV match, Alina proving every bit as skilled and determined as Kaley. For Cuoco, victory tonight was essential, as it was the fastest way to get a rematch with the current HWA Champ, Margot Robie, and to regain the belt she had lost to the Australian. If that meant she had to go through this Russian bitch, then Kaley intended to do just that.
But Sandratskaya would not prove to be easy prey. Still, things look up for Cuoco as she Irish whipped her adversary into the corner, with the dazed Russian slumping against the turnbuckles, her arms draped over the top ropes on either side of her. Kaley rushed toward her, intending to wipe her out with a body splash and set her up for the pin. But as she neared her target, Alina suddenly raised her right leg up in a blur of motion, and Cuoco's face ate the sole of her opponent's boot!
Stunned, the glassy-eyed American staggered back, shaking her head to try and clear the sudden fog. Meanwhile, scaled up the ropes and stood on the middle strands, then leapt into the air. She pressed her knees to Kaley's chest even as she wrapped her hands behind her rival's head, pulling her down to the mat for a Lung Blower. Her own C cups sledgehammering against her lungs from the impact, Kaley rolled onto her back, gasping frantically for breath.
Rising up, Sandratskaya grabs the blonde by her golden hair and pulls her up to her feet. But Kaley doesn't stay upright for long, as first the Russian tucks her opponent's head between her thighs and wraps her arms around her waist, and then Aline lifts Cuoco up until she's upside down and vertical. An instant later, a sitdown piledriver finishes off the hapless American, as her unconscious body flops to the canvas like a ragdoll. Sandratskaya rolls her over onto her back, stand up, and contemptuously placed a boot on the heaving chest of her devastated opponent, commanding the referee to make it a ten count, just to humiliate Kaley.
Looking directly into the television camera lens, the victorious beauty with the icy eyes hisses, "Margot Robie, you are next! I am taking the HWA belt back home to Mother Russia!"
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That was an awesome story. Love it when the bad girls win. Especially hot ones like this.
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FLASHBACK 1963: Annette Funicello vs Linda Harrison
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Linda deftly turned herself around, out of the field of view of the referee, as she cranked up the pressure on the side headlock. Annette's hands were clutching at the arm wrapped tight around her neck, when suddenly she let out a piercing shriek, courtesy of the knuckle that her opponent was viciously grinding into her eye.
Suddenly Harrison shifted tactics, releasing her headlock, grasping her opponent by the wrist, and Irish whipping her to the ropes; as Funicello rebounded off of them, she ran straight into a back bodydrop. Flipped up and over, she landed hard to the mat, her back arching from the sharp pain to her spine.
Wasting no time, Linda landed a legdrop across Annette's chest, then quickly threw herself atop her adversary's torso for the pin.
"One...two...thNOOOO!" At the last instant, Funicello managed to kick out, but Linda was unperturbed. Standing up, she suddenly dropped down again, this time drilling her knee into her victim's forehead, leaving Annette dazed and groaning.
Watching the match in the lockerroom on a portable TV, Sandra Dee smiled. Her left hand rubbed across the HWA Intercontinental title belt draped across her lap...the belt that was now hers, thanks to defeating Funicello for it two weeks earlier. But that had neem a narrow win, achieved only through a blatant bit of rulebreaking, and the blonde was not anxious to face her rival again quite so soon. But as the former Champ, Annette would get Dee's first title defense...UNLESS something took Funicello out as the Number One Contender. Something like losing this match tonight.
Thus far, Linda had proven to be worth every effort Sandra made to bring her up from the Mid-South territory to the national organization. She had heard just how successful the rookie was, and she was banking on Harrison to put an 'L' in Funicello's ledger book tonight, thus sparing the new Champion from having to grant her a return match anytime soon.
Her only regret was that she didn't promise the newcomer a bonus if she took Annette completely out of the running due to a severe injury. Oh well, she muses...maybe the kid will be imaginative and figure that out for herself.
Back in the ring, Harrison was basking in her moment of glory. At her feet was one of the biggest stars of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, ripe for the plucking. And the entire spectacle was being viewed not only by a packed arena, but carried out from coast to coast on network television. Linda came into this match a virtual nobody, and she was going to exit this ring as the HWA's newest superstar. The thought brought a smug smile to her lips.
First however, she had to finish off her opponent. Grabbing Funicello by the hair, she hauled her up to her feet, while she tried to decide what move to end this match with. But while she was pondering, Annette, despite her groggy state, was calculating. In a sudden blur of motion, she wrapped her arms around Linda's head and sat down to the mat hard, pulling her adversary down with her, and administering a Stunner that accomplished just that...Linda was left splayed on the canvas, glassy eyed and moaning.
Moving swiftly, Annette went for a Byers Bridge, doubling Harrison over in a matchbook pin, and holding her down for the three count!
Back in the locker room, Sandra kicked the TV from the stand to the floor, releasing a string of invectives that would have made a merchant marine blush. In the span of mere moments, she went from not having to worry about the threat of the brunette for at least a few months to now most certainly having to defend her belt against her just seven days later.
And back in the ring, Linda sat up, shook her head, and wondered just what the hell happened to her rocket ride to superstardom, as the ref raised Annette's arm in victory. The victorious brunette looked over her shoulder at her beaten foe and said, "When you crawl back to the locker room, tell Sandra I'll be taking my belt back from her soon enough."
Kat Dennings vs Courtney Stodden
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"Jug her out! Jug her out!" The spectators took up the chant, although at least half were urging one girl on, and the other half her opponent.
Kat and Courtney rolled back and forth across the penthouse floor, snarling and hissing like jungle cats, their DDs mashed together. Both had sworn to smother the other out with her "jugs", and now it would only be a matter of who could put the other on her back long enough.
That question finally seemed to be answered when Courtney managed to get on top of Kat and stay there. Pinning her adversary down, the blonde wriggled her curvaceous body up enough so that she could drop her breasts down over the sweaty face of her victim. Dennings let out a muffled scream of defiance, but it appeared as if that was all she could do.
But several seconds later, the brunette proved she wasn't finished yet. Arching her body up, she suddenly threw herself to her left, pushing Stodden off of her and breaking the smother hold. Scrambling atop the blonde, now it was Kat's turn to press Courtney's wrists to the carpet and let her bare breasts envelope the face of the blonde.
Stodden thrashed beneath her oppressor, trying to duplicate her bridge move, but to no avail. Her movements swiftly began to grow sluggish, until finally she ceased moving altogether. Dennings kept her opponent's face nestled between her bosom a bit longer, just to be sure, and then she sat up. Courtney was utterly unconscious, and Kat was triumphant.
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FANTASTIC! After all these years someone understands, someone finally gets it.....Annette Funicello CAN fight!
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I was actually going for Courtney over Kat. I would say she’d go over the top to prove her body was better than her opponent’s if she ever got the upper hand in a fight.
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FANTASTIC! After all these years someone understands, someone finally gets it.....Annette Funicello CAN fight!
Annette was a feisty Italian girl who grew up with rough 'n tumble brothers, and she was determined to be a success. Hell yes she could fight! ;D
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I was actually going for Courtney over Kat. I would say she’d go over the top to prove her body was better than her opponent’s if she ever got the upper hand in a fight.
What I was going for was to demonstrate the power of strategy and skill over sheer strength or voluptuousness. Courtney doesn't strike me as a strategic mastermind, and Kat simply out-witted her. ;)
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Kate Upton vs Diora Baird
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Kate was younger, taller, thicker, and actually trained to fight. She was also outmatched in the chest and completely taken aback when the older woman started a sexual attack. Diora had been married before, but finally figured herself out and was now in a committed relationship with another woman. It took a while to put the pieces together, but she finally figured out that she not only matched up well with some of the bustiest actresses out there, but her orientation and experience allowed her to quickly assess the best way to distract an opponent and then pounce.
Kate found herself staring at the lights above the ring as her opponent pinned her body to body. The blonde's famous tits being pancaked by the larger pair on top of them, her hips rhythmically humping back in response to the invading puss of the older actress. Diora had laughed when the younger woman accepted a first to cum sexfight, and now she was enjoying the spoils of her domination. The famed Kate Upton had been no match for her, and now the blonde was underneath the brunette as she tormented the busty superstar and then whispered her demands.
"Beg me."
"Please make me cum, please."
"Only if you come back to my dressing room and worship my body until I say it's over."
"Anything, just please let me cum."
The audience, many still expecting their champion to fight her way out of the predicament, was roused from their intense quiet as they roared in response to Kate clearly having an orgasm. They gasped when the brunette grabbed the blonde by the hair and dragged her out of the ring as Kate clearly adopted a submissive role to Diora Baird on the way backstage.
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I was actually going for Courtney over Kat. I would say she’d go over the top to prove her body was better than her opponent’s if she ever got the upper hand in a fight.
What I was going for was to demonstrate the power of strategy and skill over sheer strength or voluptuousness. Courtney doesn't strike me as a strategic mastermind, and Kat simply out-witted her. ;)
I have to agree with the mastermind assessment. I was considering the the first two you mentioned. Also that Courtney seems to have little issue with doing whatever it takes to accomplish her goal. Still very much enjoyed the story. When I saw Courtney in this match up it made me wonder why I hadn’t seen more of her here. She certainly seems like she’d be a favorite with all the attributes she brings. Very good choice for this category indeed.
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Halloween Havoc: Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens
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The highlight of tonight's Halloween festivities was a match between these arch-rivals. In the spirit of the season, Hayden was garbed as Daisy Duke, while Vanessa came as an exotic belly dancer. Of course, their costumes were quickly reduced to tatters as they tore into each other, their seething hatred for one another as fiery as ever.
After a long a grueling struggle, the two now topless beauties were pushed to their limits of endurance and beyond. It had largely been a stalemate thus far, but the tide suddenly turned in the favor of the blonde as Panettiere managed to catch her rival with a sharp backhand slap to the face, the impact causing Hudgens to turn and stagger away. Slipping up behind her adversary, Hayden reached her hands under Vanessa's arms and around to the front of the brunette's torso, and then her fingers pinched and twisted her victim's nipples.
A cruel smile on her face as she gave a sinister chuckle, the blonde mauled her nemesis as Hudgens shrieked and whined, the terrific pain draining her of her remaining strength as her legs trembled and she appeared ready to sink to her knees. But suddenly, almost spasmodically, she snapped her head backward, the back of her skull slamming squarely between her tormentor's eyes.
Suddenly glassy-eyed, Hayden released her handholds and reeled backward on unsteady legs. Vanessa looked as if she was ready to collapse to the floor herself, but instead she managed to draw upon her last dregs of power. Whirling around, she limped over to her opponent, and not it was her turn to get behind Panettiere. Perhaps for a moment she considered returning the "favor" of torturing her nipples, but instead took note of the waistband of her rival's thong poking out above the top of her daringly cut denim shorts. Grabbing the elastic band, Vanessa yanked it up with all of her might, as Hayden's glazed eyes suddenly went wide with pain and panic.
Panettiere let out an ear-piercing scream as her own panties cut up agonizingly into her womanhood. Now it was the brunette's turn to smile as a wry half-smirk came to her lips, and she hissed into her victim's ear, "Guess you won't be turning any two dollar tricks at the truck stop later tonight, whore!" She continued to full the garment, until there was the sudden sound of fabric tearing, and it was ripped way from the blonde's body. A teary-eyed Hayden sank to her knees with a sign of relief...but her salvation was short-lived.
Still holding the now torn panties in her hands, Hudgens wrapped it around Panettiere's throat to strangle her. The blonde's fingers clutched frantically at the makeshift garrote, but to no avail. Her face reddened and her eyes soon rolled up as her body went limp. Vanessa released the choke and let her foe flop face-first to the plush carpet. Using her foot, she pushed the semi-conscious blonde onto her back, and placed that foot on her fallen adversary's heaving chest as Hudgens wearily raised her right fist, still clutching the panties, in a sign of victory.
Happy Halloween everyone! :D
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I've just realized that it was five years ago this October that I launched the Finish Her thread, and I have to say, never in my wildest imagination did I expect it would still be going strong today! Thanks to all who contribute to this thread, and of course thanks to all who read the posts, and who let us know you like 'em!
Here's a return engagement between two of my very first opponents in this thread.
Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
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The wailing blonde sailed through the air before crashing to the mansion's carpeted floor face first, her size 35 breasts taking the full impact and leaving her both winded and momentarily dazed. Having administered the slingshot flip to her adversary, Mila quickly scrambled back up to her feet. Kaley was just about to roll over to try and sit up when she felt a pair of hands grasping her ankles. The brunette then began to drag Cuoco across the room, her bare torso and breasts suffering rug burns as the blonde shrieked in pained protest.
Finally halting, Kunis rolled her opponent to her right side; she then pressed her left foot against the inside of Kaley's right knee, pinning the limb down. Next, grabbing Cuoco's left leg with both hands, she lifted it until both legs were at a 90 degree angle. Kaley howled as she felt her muscles strained to their agonizing utmost. Kunis merely smiled and purred, "Oh come on, bitch...everyone in Hollywood knows your only real talent is spreading your legs. I would think you could go much wider than this." To punctuate her insult, she spread the limbs even further apart, drawing an ear-piercing shriek from her victim.
After a few more moments of this torture, Kunis suddenly removed her foot from her rival's right leg. Still holding her other limb, Mila swiftly sat down on Kaley's back, converting the hold to a half-Boston crab. Using her left hand to hold tight to the leg, the brunette reached back with her right hand to grab Cuoco's golden hair close to the scalp just above her forehead, and yanked her head up and back, adding agony to Kaley's neck and spine to go with the torment being inflicted on her leg. Tears streaked down the blonde's cheeks and her lower lip quivered as the pain sapped what remained of her strength, and her face flushed red with humiliation as she knew she either had to submit to this whore, or else risk serious injury. With a squeal she gasped, "I give!"
But not satisfied with that submission, Mila replied in a sing-song voice, "I can't hear you!" Cuoco now screams, "I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! I FUCKING GIVE UP! LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!"
With a smile of smug satisfaction on her face, Kunis releases her holds and stand up, wiping the imaginary dust from her hands, and planting her foot on her beaten foe's rear end as she flexes her arms in triumph and basks in the cheers of the spectators. Beneath her, Kaley buries her face in her hands and breaks down sobbing, but also silently swears to make the brunette pay savagely for this next time.
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Savannah Chrisley vs Farrah Abraham
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Fulfilling the prophesy that eventually, everything will become a reality TV show, when reality starlets Savannah and Farrah learned that a new televised catfight series, available only to a small, elite viewership, was being launched, they both rushed to sign up. After all, this had the potential of extending their fifteen minutes of fame, and besides, each was confident she could kick the ass of anyone they faced. As it so happens, they were booked to fight one another.
Not surprisingly, Savannah was the 'good girl', with her sunny disposition, while wicked Farrah fell naturally into the role of 'bad girl'. But that didn't reflect their fighting styles, as both were quite willing to do whatever it took to beat the other.
It had been a grueling contest, with control of the fight swaying back and forth between the few beauties. Then suddenly, a rake of the brunette's nails across the eyes of her rival momentarily blinding Savannah; Farrah slipped behind her and they were back to back, as the brunette tore off her own bikini top and then reached her hands up and behind, wrapping the garment around the blonde's neck. Yanking on the makeshift noose, Farrah leaned forward as she pulled her opponent's body across her back, choking Savannah as her feet were lifted up off of the floor with a guillotine hold.
The blonde gasped and gurgled as her fingers clawed frantically at the fabric, her face growing red. But then Farrah suddenly flipped her adversary over her back, sending the blonde crashing to the floor.
Panting and moaning, Savannah rolled over onto her back, which allowed Farrah start stomping away at her belly with her foot, further expelling precious air from the blonde's lungs. Finally halting her stomps, the brunette threw herself down on her rival, pinning the blonde's curvaceous body with her own equally shapely form. Pinning Savannah's arms to the floor, Farrah then pressed her bare breasts down over the victim's face, smothering her.
Her muffled cries and desperate squirming beneath her tormentor betrayed the blonde's helplessness. Steadily her movements grew more sluggish, until at last she ceased to stir altogether, announcing that she had passed out.
Rising up, her bod glistening with sweat, Farrah placed a foot upon the heaving chest of her beaten foe and claimed her first victory!
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HWA: Miley Cyrus vs Seolhyun
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The HWA tour of Asia had proven to be a tremendous success, packing arenas in Japan, Taiwan, Singapore and now, South Korea. The match that had generated the biggest advance buzz among the thousands of fans packed into Seoul's Jangchung Municipal Stadium was Miley Cyrus versus Korean superstar Seolhyun. The American had gone out of her way to taunt and belittle her opponent in interviews in the weeks leading up to the show, in particular dismissing Seolhyun's well-known finishing move, the Asiatic Spike, and promising that her own signature move, the Mandible Claw, would make the Korean battler submit. Not surprisingly, the hometown fans were solidly backing their national heroine against this American intruder.
Their match unfolded spectacularly, with the two beauties proving too equally matched for one to take control of the battle for more than a few minutes before the tide swung back to her opponent, and so it went on and on as the clocked neared the 45 minute mark. Finally, the two women stood facing one another in the center of the ring, their exhausted, sweat-soaked bodies swaying as they struggled to remain upright. They locked eyes and glared at each other. And then suddenly, as if on some silent signal only they can hear, both struck with her finisher.
Miley pushed the first two fingers of her right hand into the corner of her adversary's mouth, hooking them expertly against the lower back teeth as her thumb pressed against the bottom of the Korean's jawline. The result instantly sent radiating agony from Seolhyun's jaw. Statistically, most victim's of Cyrus's claw submitted within thirty seconds.
But simultaneously, Seolhyun drove her right hand thumb into the side of her rival's neck, grinding it in at precisely the exact spot where a nerve cluster and a carotid artery meet. Miley immediately felt the piercing pain, and as the blood flow to her brain was partially blocked, her brain quickly began to fog up. Traditionally, victims of this hold tended to surrender in a half-a-minute or less.
Which is why the fans were appropriately shocked as the seconds ticked away, and despite the dual agonies they were suffering, neither Seolhyun nor Cyrus would give up! Their bodies trembled and they whined and moaned in anguish, but each beauty was determined to force the other to quit.
Her jaw so numb that her mouth hung open, Seolhyun made guttural growls, while Miley, a trickle of spittle running from the corner of her mouth, kept repeating in a rasping whisper, "Give up, damnit...give up, damnit...give up, damnit...!"
Near the two minute mark of this stunning contest, the knees of both battlers began to give out, and they each slowly sank to their knees, still applying their holds. But not long after that, their glazed eyes rolled up, and both Miley and Seolhyun fell backward at the same time. And there they lap on their backs, eyelids fluttering shut and chests heaving as they lay there. The referee made a full twenty count with neither doing more than barely stirring, and with that, a draw was declared, and they were both taken from the ring on stretchers.
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I would like to propose a little theme for this thread.
I came across this image on the web and it inspired me to imagine this fight. So I thought: why not look for more images that appear to show two celebrities about to fight and write what happens next?
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Flashback 2012: Selena Gomez vs Vanessa Hudgens.
Tensions between Selena and Vanessa, which grew throughout the filming of "Spring Breakers", finally exploded during a photo shoot.After yet another exchange of sneaky remarks, Vanessa snapped and hit Selena with a vicious knee to the crotch.
The two bikini clad beauties started rolling on the floor, unleashing upon each other weeks of repressed hatred; while nobody around them showed the slightest intention of stopping them and instead started cheering at the unexpected spectacle.
After the initial cheapshot Vanessa had gained the advantage, but Selena was able to slowly but steadly fight back. Finally Selena rolled an exhausted Vanessa on her back and sat on her belly, blocking her opponent's arms under her own knees.
Selena then proceded to lift Vanessa's bikini top and started twisting and pinching her perky tits.
Vanessa desperately tried to unseat her opponent, but eventually she tearfully pleaded Selena to let her go, bawling her submission.
Selena raised her arms in triumph, flexing and posing as the onlookers cheered at her. But as she saw the photographer taking picture after picture of Vanessa's demise, a wicked idea flashed into her mind.
The feisty brunette rolled the still sobbing Vanessa onto her belly, sat on her back, pulled down her bikini botton and reached for one of Vanessa's flip flops, raising it in the air with a mischievous look on her face.
When the audience realized what she had in mind, they started cheering even louder and Selena proceded to spank every square inch of Vanessa' shapely ass as her defeated opponent could do nothing else but crying and pleading her tormentor to stop.
Finally, when Vanessa's asscheeks were almost glowing red, Selena stood up and celebrated her victory, while Vanessa shamefully crawled away.
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Ariel Winter VS Kat Dennings
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Both girls are starting to sweat by now as they press their ample breasts together, droplets forming atop each of their enviable cleavages. Many at home are noticing just how much Ariel Winter -- a pretty damn good titfighter in her own right despite starting her career less than four years ago -- is struggling hard against Kat Dennings' enormous boobs in the ring tonight. Despite the reputation she had worked so hard to build, her own girls were slowly being flattened by Dennings' heavy breasts. Ariel tries to squeeze her arms around Kat's back as hard as possible and her rival does the same to her. The pressure on her girls is immense and they are starting to crack from the weight of Dennings' pair. Her breasts are simply no match for Kat's stronger tits head-to-head like this.
Ariel suddenly breaks out from the mutual bearhug, ducking beneath Kat's subsequent boob bash as she rises up sharply, delivering a titty uppercut into Kat's whoppers that send the massive pair billowing from the impact! The shorter girl gasps as a surprising pain shoots through her chest, staggered by the powerful breast blow of her younger rival. Her huge knockers bounce out of control, almost threatening to smack herself in the face with them. As Kat tries to lunge in for another strike out of petty revenge, Ariel smirks as she shifts her shoulders to part her breasts, before cinching her arms together to trap Kat's big right tit between her soft cleavage.
"Look what I caught!" Ariel hisses, flexing her arms inward to squeeze her breasts tighter against Kat's trapped boob, "Let's see if I can't make it POP!" she says as she bares down.
Kat snarls as Winter's twins tighten around her huge breast, immediately trying to pull herself free as she attempts to wriggle out from Ariel's booby trap. Dennings groans, shaking her upper body as she tries to pull the both of them back towards the ropes. "Let go, you small titted bitch!" Kat roars loudly, but Ariel keeps her tit lock tight as she tries harder to crush Kat's huge breast. She has it trapped, but she was struggling to do any worthwhile damage much to her annoyance. Meanwhile, Kat knows she has to escape and instead of trying to flee, she uses to larger body weight to her advantage, ramming into Winter's body with all her force. Ariel squeals as Dennings begins to push them both backwards. Carrying them both toward the ropes, Kat slams Ariel's back into the turnbuckle with a devastating thud.
Kat's breasts severely pancake Winter's own in a grandiose demonstration of Kat's raw jugg power, forcing the younger actress's infamous tits to mushroom as they're pressed inward by Dennings' prodigious puppies. Kat slams her tits into Winter's twins and everyone can hear the subsequent clamour of flesh as Ariel howls in pain. It's clear to all watching that Winter is feeling the formidable will of Miss Dennings' breasts. Ariel's breasts tremble after the hard smack they received from Kat's boobs. Kat grins ear to ear seeing how much her breasts made Ariel's quiver, and quickly follows up with an boob undercut, smacking her 36DD boobs up against the bottom of Ariel's breasts to an enormous reaction from the crowd as Winter's tits are smacked upwards, almost hitting her chin!
"And THAT'S how you do that, little girl! What's wrong--can't handle these huge-ass tits, bitch?" Kat taunts her opponent loudly for all to hear, smacking the underside of Winter's tits again for a similar outcome, "You want to try to crush my bigger, perfect tits between yours? Well, two can play at that game--and I bet I'm a lot better at it than you!"
Ariel grits her teeth trying to recover, but Kat is being merciless with the attacks now, punishing Winter's boobs above anything else. Ariel isn't getting a single moment to recover from Dennings' tit slams. Kat suddenly smacks her massive twins down hard on top of Ariel's, dropping them onto the slightly smaller pair like twin anvils. Winter tries to back off, but Kat stays with her and slams her boobs straight into Winter's battered rack. At 5'3", for once Kat is not the shortest girl in the ring. Ariel tries to pull back and she is able to do so... only for her breasts to slip between Kat's hungry cleavage... as Kat slams her tits together with her hands. The crowd goes dead silent as the world seems to stop for Ariel, as she looks down to see her breasts vanish between Kat's indomitable bust.
Kat smiles devilishly as she presses her giant juggs together with her hands, eager to flatten Ariel's proud tits inside her expansive cleavage. Winter groans loudly as her breasts are completely squashed between Kat's merciless tits, the bigger pair determined to flatten Winter's until nothing but a pair of thin, floppy pancakes. Ariel screams louder than she ever had as her breasts experience enormous pressure on both sides. Ariel's tits almost completely disappear under the pressure of Kat's boobs and Winter can only moan loudly as her most prized assets are completely overwhelmed by the bigger woman's globes. The young busty brunette keeps on squeezing her chest, forcing her powerful tits harder and harder into Ariel's flattened pair. Kat gives Ariel one more tight squeeze, before releasing her defeated opponent. Winter collapses onto the ground and cups her crushed tits, which had been conquered in the span of a minute by Kat's superior bust.
Kat kneels down and is able to pin Ariel's wrists to the floor. Her heavy breasts are covered in sweat and soon enough they engulf the younger woman's face in her signature iron-clad breast smother. Kat firmly keeps Ariel’s head pressed to the mat as she pushes her massive breasts forward, wedging the raven-haired beauty’s face deeper and deeper between her big twins. Kat can feel Winter's body growing weaker by the second, but she isn't done playing just yet. She lifts her tits off Ariel's reddened face and slaps them against the side of her right cheek to return the youngster to reality. Ariel gulps in some much-needed air as Kat's breasts lift off her face, though this clemency lasts no more than a few seconds before Dennings returns her tits back in place.
The sitcom actress resumes to smother out Ariel for nearly a minute as the crowd watches quietly as the fabled titfighter grunts and groans beneath the oppressing breasts of Kat Dennings. Finally, all four of Ariel's limbs sequentially fall limp beneath the brunette as she lets herself drift off to sleep.
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Excellent matchup. Love the trash talking.
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Another fight inspired by an actual picture.
Priyanka Chopra vs Sofia Vergara
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"Ouch! My boob!"
The squeal had been caused more by surprise than pain, but it was loud enough to attract the attention of the party guests.
Throughout the evening the two exotic brunettes had been friendly bickering about which of the two had the most showy dress, until a tipsy Sofia decided to go physical and pinch Priyanka right boob saying "Anyway, I fill my dress better than you!"
The equally drunk Priyanka respondend by pulling Sofia's hairs and soon the two bombshell were engaged in a bona fide catfight while the partygoers cheered for their fovourite.
While there was no real animosity between the two women, they still went at each other with plenty of enthusiasm. First they targeted the origin of the dispute, attacking each other gown and torning it to shreds; then, once the only garments they ended wearing were two skimpy thongs, they started rolling on the floor, scratching and slapping at each other with reckless abandon.
Eventually Sofia found herself sitting on the floor, with Priyanka kneeling behind her. The indian bombshell grabbed two handful of Sofia's breast and started squeezing and mauling them.
"OWWWWWW" Howled Sofia, trying to pull away Priyanka's hands "Let me go!"
"Say uncle!" Laughed Priyanka, giving another hard squeeze.
"NEVER!" Screamed Sofia, then she pulled back her arms, took two good handful of Priyanka's mane and started to pull forward with all her might.
With a squeal of pain, Priyanka released Sofia's boobs and the colombian beauty was able to drag her opponent to the floor, forcing her on her back. Sofia quickly sat down on Priyanka's tits facing her legs, blocked her arms under her own knees and proceeded to merrily bounce her ass, pancaking Priyanka's boobs under it's weight.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Squealed Priyanka "Take that fat ass off my boobs!"
"My ass is not fat!" Retorted Sofia "Here, take a closer look" she added, lifting her ass and lowering it on Priyanka's face.
"Don't you dare to...." But Priyanka's protests were cut short as her face was engulfed by Sofia's bountiful butt.
Sofia took her time rubbing and girating her ass all over Priyanka's face, while cheerfully pinching her nipples as her opponent could do nothing but kick her legs in frustration and scream some muffled protest.
Finally Sofia decided to lift her ass a bit allowing Priyanka to get some breaths of fresh air.
"Ok.." Panted Priyanka "Please...stop...I give up..."
After one last ass bump on Priyanka's face Sofia stood up victorious as the other guests celebrated her victory. Then she offered her an hand to get up.
"No hard feeling?" Asked Sofia.
"Oh what the fuck...it's been a fair fight and you won fair and square....but you owe me a rematch!"
"Awww...of course sweethart."
The two women embraced warmly. But neither of them had any illusions: there it would be a rematch and it would not be as friendly as their first fight was.
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I'm going to give The Italian's theme idea a shot. Just going to choose the first interesting photo I see ;D.
Emma Roberts Vs Lea Michele
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What happens when two antagonistic personalities become close friends, sharing enemies and exchanging stories of done misdeeds? Likely, they'll eventually collide.
Emma and Lea had shared everything with each other since they met on Scream Queens, the pair's prickly personalities rubbing everyone but each other the wrong way, giving them a unique camaraderie on the set. But when the show ended, their communication split and they saw less and less of one another, eventually only swapping late night phone calls and snaps of misdeeds or newfound gossip they had discovered. Though overtime, the texts got more and more contestable, as the snaps became less about fun exchanges between friends and more about who had simply one-upped the other. Lea would brag about ruining a rival actresses casual clothes backstage, cutting holes and making tears; only for Emma to one-up her former friend with tales of how she instigated and won a fight against Billie Lourd on the set of AHS (Leaving out a lot of details on how she won in the process). The two went back and forth for a few years before it all came to a head!
The two met up for the first time in years, each telling the other they were "looking to reconnect", each dressed more like they were ready for a gym workout then a casual date among friends. It didn't take long for things to sour as Emma bragged about her multiple roles, going into the details on what being a real film star is like when a sudden "sneeze" from Lea caused her arms to shake, knocking the piping hot coffee straight into Roberts lap.
"You bitch! What the hell is wrong with you!" screamed Emma, trying to dap the hot coffee off of her now stained yoga pants, watching as Lea snickered under her breath.
"It was just an accident Em, you know I twitch like that. I'm sooooooo sorry, you can always afford new one's though, at least that's what you've been talking about all this time" Michele gleamed, innocent as can be, watching as Roberts fumed.
In a scary split-second Roberts whole demeanor changed, her scowl turning into a robotic smile as she dabbed away with paper napkins at her tight pants, simply smiling at Lea as she calmly said "Come with me while I throw these away will you". Roberts marched into the tiny, hidden away café walking straight into the restroom and past the two trashcans by the entrance. Michele followed, fascinated and amused by how quickly her former co-star could flip like that, still beaming at her like "sneeze" and the anguish it caused her "friend". Swinging the door open, Lea walked into the one stall bathroom, not seeing a sign of Roberts as she did. "Where'd you go Em? Don't let a little spilt milk ruin your day."
*Click*
"Door's locked, just me and you Lea. Let's not kid ourse-OOOOOOOOOFFFF" Roberts didn't even have time to finish her little speech before Lea had charged at her, slamming her into the bathroom door with a heavy THUD. The two were locked in combat for what seemed like hours between them, but was actually around 10 to 20 minutes, much to the confusion of the singular barista who stood alone in the empty café, hearing screams, thuds and curses come out of the tiny single bathroom.
The barista slowly approached the door, pressing his ear against it to make out what sounded like the end of a bloodfeud.
"It's over bitch, It's really over. I've done it, I'm better then you in every single conceivable way and I just fucking proved it! I'm hotter then you, I'm a better actress then you and I just kicked your ugly goddamn ASS all over this bathroom! I knew it all this time too, I've been wanting to do this since I saw your smug, ugly little pug face on set but I never could till now. I'm really glad we had this time to catch-up, so next time you want to be a smug, unimportant little bitch, give me a call and I'll make you kiss my ass all over again.... Since you ruined mine, I'm taking your top. And your pants. Not because I need these garish things, but just because I want to.Have fun in those ugly panties slut, ta ta"
The barista rushed back towards the counter, trying to act normal as Emma Roberts exited the bathroom looking like she had gotten out of a hurricane. Her hair was unkempt, her top partially ripped, ill fitting and hanging on by a thread as her underboob peeked out from beneath the remains. There was a rip down the side of her left tight pant leg that flashed a lot of her lean pale legs, the visible mark from the coffee stain still visible as her shoulders and clothes were littered with brown and dirty blonde hair. The barista had a hard time not staring as she approached.
"Here's 1000 dollars. Don't let anyone. And let me be clear, ANYONE know I was here, you got that?! Take it and as many photos as you can of that waste of space in there" Roberts tiredly, but firmly chirped. " And upload all of those pics to TMZ or something, they'll love it" Roberts winked, walking out of the small cafe to who knows where, a giant hole in the back of her pants exposing a tight pale, red claw marked buttock as she did.
The barista scuffled to the restroom, slowly peeking in the door only to see Lea Michele, nude besides her panties, which look like they had been pulled up high and partially ripped themselves, all the while Roberts strap broken bra was draped across her face as she lay there, the floor and her body covered in brown and messy blond strands of ripped hair, the stall door partially broken behind her. Red marks were up and down her body, her breasts covered in what were surely Emma's claw marks, a war having been fought with one clear loser left. A tired, Lea Michele, breathing deeply and staring at the ceiling; angry, sad, broken and filled with rage at losing to what she thought was a lesser woman. Things couldn't get worse, she thought her eyes moving forward slowly, over her scratched covered bust, a clump of her hair laying at the side when all she saw - was the flash of a camera.
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Loved the ending. Lea isn't used as much as she could be on this site. JMO.
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Naturi Naughton vs Danielle Fishel
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In the aftermath of their first confrontation (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg622700#msg622700 (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg622700#msg622700)), both buxom beauties were anxious for a rematch. For Danielle, it would be the chance to prove that her narrow defeat the first time was merely a fluke, while for Naturi, a second straight win would prove just who the better woman was.
After a long and brutal struggle that saw the pair battle to a virtual stalemate, Naughton had at last managed to take control of the fight. Digging her fingers expertly into her opponent's trapezius muscles, she had driven Fishel whimpering to her knees, her arms hanging limply at her sides as the agony inflicted to her muscles left them nearly paralyzed. A smug smile of satisfaction came across Naturi's face as she had her rival seemingly helpless before her. "Bitch," she purred, "this is just where you belong...on your knees and worshiping me!"
She then drew her right leg back, preparing to drive her knee into Dani's left breast. But it was at this moment that Fishel managed to rally herself to counterattack; she balled her right fist and forced her numb arm to slam a punch to the side of her tormentor's left knee. The blow was sufficient to topple Naughton to the floor, breaking the hold.
Only allowing herself a few brief moments to recover as well as she could, Danielle quickly went on the offensive, lunging at her foe. But those spare seconds gave Naughton the chance to bring her legs up and catch Fishel with her feet. Knees bent, Naturi was prepared to launched her opponent away from her. But Dani was quicker, snaking her hands between the raven-tressed beauty's legs and pushed outward, spreading the powerful limbs apart far enough so that Fishel's body dropped downward, letting gravity do the work. Dani abetted gravity by drawing her own knee up, which spiked hard into Naughton's groin, drawing a bellow of anguish from her.
With a flurry of movement, Fishel's arms flailed as her fists hammered into her rival's face, belly and breasts, quickly leaving Naughton glassy-eyed and moaning in pain. Climbing to her feet, Dani grabs Naturi by the hair and hauls her upright as well. Last time, Naughton beat Fishel with a bearhug, and this time, Danielle aims to return the favor...but with a new twist.
Rather than standing face to face as before, Dani slips behind her adversary and reaches her arms under Naturi's, wrapping them around her rival's chest. Fishel then begins to squeeze, pouring every last iota of her waning strength into her arms, her grasp crushing Naturi, and pressing her breasts so hard against her own lungs, the victim can barely draw a decent breath. Adrenaline pumping, Dani then lifts her foe up, Naughton's bare feet dangling several inches above the carpeted floor, depriving her of any possible leverage to break free.
It isn't long before the moaning beauty's head lolls from side to side, and her glazed eyes flutter shut. Feeling her victim's lush body go limp at last, Fishel releases her hold, and Naturi collapses to the floor in sweaty, gasping heap. Placing a foot upon her fallen rival's hip, Dani claims victory, and savors her revenge.
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Hayley Atwell vs Emilia Clarke
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In this moment I asked myself, “what is going through Emilia Clarke’s head right now?”
I had watched Emilia put up a valiant effort against Hayley Atwell for the past twenty minutes or so. The matchup was never a fair one. Hayley had 5 inches on her and probably somewhere around 30-40 lbs. Whatever had compelled Emilia to accept this match remained a mystery to me even as I watched her limp body collapse to the canvas.
Hayley had worked the smaller woman into a corner. After several haymaker shots to the gut the busty brunette had decided to stop playing with her food. She took a step back and watched as Emilia, stiff as a board, fell face-first into the mat. Then Emilia’s muscles just simply released. The shorter actress closed her eyes. She wasn’t knocked out yet, as we would very soon learn. But I saw her face clearly through the crowd. I saw her face.
And I wondered what was she thinking?
Did she feel regret for taking a fight against a much larger opponent? Did she feel pride that she had hung on for this long? Did she feel dread as she realized Hayley was going to finish her off in the way she finishes off all of her victims? Did she feel relief that the beating was about to be over?
I couldn’t tell.
Hayley did what she always did with a fallen foe. She took Emilia to the center of the ring, positioned her into a sitting position, and then planted her heaving cleavage on the woman’s face. Emilia resisted for a time. She gave muffled shrieks as she processed that her air supply had been cut off. Then she offered only twitches and occasional spasms before she finally went out for good.
Emilia’s unconsciousness head would be lifted from the canvas while Hayley stood next to her, celebrating with her index finger pointed in the air. The unconscious woman’s shoulders slumped forward as she dangled like a marionette in Hayley’s grasp.
On my way home from the fight I tried to guess what was going on through Emilia’s head in those precious few moments. Those moments between when her defeat was assured, but not finalized. I thought about it all night.
I wonder if Emilia thought about those moments that night too.
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Stefania Ferrario vs. Ana Cheri
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It had began like so many of these fights had began before. Two women in their prime, models of course, running into each other on the beach. Were they on vacation? Did they both have photo-shoots scheduled for that day? Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter. What did matter was that the two had started off on the wrong foot, each of them managing to get beneath the other woman's skin, and now? Now they were putting each other through hell and back.
Ana had began things, of course. The brunette had snapped first, losing her temper as she quickly slapped Stefania across the face. Stefania took the slap and was momentarily stunned as her head snapped to the side; not because it was particularly strong or anything, but more because the she was so surprised that Ana wanted to escalate things like this. But if that was how Ana wanted to do things...
It didn't take long for Stefania to shake off the slap and fire back at Ana, nailing her cleanly across her face with a stiff backhand. This earned her a shrill cry of pain from Ana's soft lips, as the brunette staggered backwards through the sand, obviously off of her balance and trying to regain her footing...which, of course, Stefania wasn't going to let her do. As Ana staggered back, Stefania rushed her, slamming her slightly bigger and thicker body into that of the brunette and taking her down into the sand. From there, it was all out war between the two women. Back and forth in the sand they struggled with each other, each of them trying to roll atop the other, each trying to gain the superior position over their new enemy. They struck at each other, fists flying and clawing slashing. Hair was grabbed and pulled on, as bikini tops were snatched, used as leverage to try and pick up an advantage.
Eventually though, it had come to what had to be a finale: Ana, facedown in the sand, as Stefania sat upon her lower back, a smug look on her face as she stared down at her fellow model. No way Ana was getting up with Stefania on her back, and Stefania wasn't going anywhere until Ana had learned a little lesson. As Ana lie there, groaning weakly and barely squirming beneath the heavier Stefania, the blonde bombshell reached down for her, sliding her hands around Ana's head and face, until she had the brunette's chin cupped tightly within her hands. From there, she leaned back, pulling Ana's upper body out of the sand, bending the woman into the classic camel clutch hold.
At once, Ana began to wail. She began to scream, sweat pouring down her bronzed skin as the blonde leaned further backwards, bending her body more and more into the hold. She tried to wiggle beneath Stefania, trying to throw off the woman's balance from atop her. She tried to claw at Stefania's arms. She tried to do everything she could to get the younger woman to release her, but Stefania wasn't having any of it.
"Tell me you're sorry! Tell me you're sorry and you give up and I'll let you go!"
"N...n-no! I w-won't!"
The blonde simply leaned back a little further, putting that much more pressure on Ana's back The beautiful brunette tried to withstand things, she tried to wait out the hold, but it was all too much for her, and eventually...
"Nng...F-FINE! I'M SORRY! I GIVE UP! J-JUST PLEASE LET ME GO!!"
Those words were all Stefania needed, really. She held onto her clutch for a couple seconds more, and then mercifully released Ana, letting her upper body drop back to the burning sands, the brunette once again facedown before her. With her smug smile still on her face, she slowly stood up from atop Ana. She gave her one last look, and shook her head at the brunette...
"Next time? Try not to pick a fight you can't win."
...and with those words, she turned away, starting to make an exit from the beach, leaving the beaten and bruised Ana behind.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Katy Perry
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A hug can signify many things. It can be an embrace between lovers. It can be a reminder that someone cares about you. It can be a passing thing socially required at parties or intimate get-togethers. It can bring joy, relief, annoyance, and when utilized correctly it can bring pain.
Katy Perry utilized her hug about as perfectly as could be.
If Scarlett Johansson had been told moments prior to her fight with Katy that it would come down to a battle between the chest she would have leapt at the opportunity. Only as she felt her world-famous breasts smushed against her sternum and attached ribcage did realize how foolish a wish that would have been.
For all of her experience in the titfighting realm, Scarlett knew what it was like to lose. Yes, she was one of the best in the world at the competition. In fact some may argue at one point in her career she had been the best. That did not, however, stop her from experiencing the occasional defeat at the hand of a better pair of breasts. Katy’s had proven on that day to be better.
Scarlett stopped feeling her own chest pressed against her sternum and had now become convinced she was feeling Katy’s. The actress looked down and realized she could no longer identify her breasts. She only saw Katy’s. Round and firm, they acted as torpedoes that would not stop advancing.
A raspy cry escaped Scarlett’s mouth. She paired this cry by flinging her head backwards and pushing at Katy’s shoulders. Her back arched. Her teeth clenched. Her muscles all the way from her wrists to her shoulders strained in an attempt to escape Katy’s hug. The attempt was, of course, useless.
The singer’s hold zapped Scarlett of all energy. Soon the blonde found her arms falling to her side as she slumped backwards in Katy’s arms. Her head fell forward as chin met shoulder. Katy walked forward. Scarlett’s limp body came with her. Katy walked until they reached the edge of the hotel room’s bed. She laid Scarlett down on the soft linens, being sure to come down with her. Their chests never separated. Katy inched them both up on the bed, maintaining her hold the entire way, until both of them were fully on the mattress.
Katy’s mouth broke into a smirk as she looked down at her broken opponent. Slowly, Katy’s chest began to slide up and down Scarlett’s. It was methodical and deliberate. Her nipples passed over the defeated woman’s own pair countless times. She did it until both of their areolas were raw, stiff, and red. Then she aligned the tip of her reddened, raw, and stiff nipples with the tips of Scarlett’s. Her nipples pressed Scarlett’s into her own flesh. Scarlett howled out in pain once more, but Katy lifted her hand over the blonde’s mouth. Katy pressed inwards more and more until she finally could feel that moment.
The moment that both women had felt before as both winners and losers. The feeling of when you’ve broken another woman’s chest with your own. Scarlett felt her chest break. Katy felt her chest break Scarlett’s.
A very significant hug, indeed.
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Lyrica Okano vs Anya Taylor Joy
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Anya’s mind whirled with disbelief and doubt. What was happening didn't make sense, but the pain she felt was too real to be ignored. But it didn’t make sense. She’d gotten used to being pit against other celebs, that was part of the job at this point. Having one Witch battle another was good theming on the host’s part for his Halloween party.
It was a full Samhain match. That meant it was held on a grassy knoll in a ring of standing stones some 50ft across, they were ‘sky-clad’ (naked), and the winner was determined by whoever was still standing.
Anya had a solid 5 inches and 5 kilograms, over 10 pounds, over Lyrica, so why wasn’t she dominating this contest?!
She’d gotten some good strikes in, and almost locked a sleeper in early on, but now—now things were wearing on her. It was Lyrica’s fighting style. She wasn’t a brawler. She had studied something, but she couldn’t’ tell what offhand. But she only started picking up combat skills with her film roles. That was enough, she thought. She could handle a TV Actress.
But Lyrica wouldn’t let her. She kept knocking her over when she went in for a punch. When she tried for a grab, she got hit hard enough to move her aside. It was frustrating. It was scary.
But she refused to quit. No. There was no quit in her, and it wouldn’t do her any good here.
Their naked bodies gleamed in the moonlight from a combination of sweat and water from the grass on the knoll. Their breath was hard as their resolve, their whole bodies flushed with effort and the early formation of bruises across their bodies. Lyrica kept her left hand outstretched as the two naked gladiators felt each other out. Anya moved in with a few searching strikes, but Lyrica barely moved her arm to intercept, preferring to block with her other arm.
‘Perfect,’ Anya thought, ‘let me know your range, while I get you in mine!’
But as Anya wound up, she realized too late what Lyrica was doing: blinding her to the real attack.
Lyrica kicked Anya in the side, hard. Anya yelped in surprise – that kick felt wrong. It hit just below her ribs and sent a jolt through her body. But the impact was so small. Anya put it together quickly that Lyrica hadn’t hit her with the top of her foot. She hit her with the ball of her foot. As if she was stepping tip-to on her rib, but as a kick. The very idea rocked Anya’s mind as much as the blow did her body.
Adrenaline and fear drove a massive haymaker right from Anya, but Lyrica stepped into it, the blow scraping across her nose and lips, as she slid one foot behind Anya’s oncoming step, and shoved her to the ground.
Instinct took over, Anya raised her fists to cover her face from the inevitable barrage.
That’s when Lyrica roared, “KI!”
Anya’s eyes bulged as Lyrica put all her power into a single downward punch deep into Anya’s gut. She managed to get at a croak of a cry as she rolled to her side, being unable to do more than hold her stomach as the world spun.
Lyrica took a few moments to catch her breath, assured that she dealt a crippling blow to her foe. She had been on edge the entire fight, the untrained blonde had more fire, power, and reach than she did. But Lyrica had one thing Anya did not. A Black Belt in Karate.
But the fight wasn’t over, not for this night. Not for Witches like them.
She lazily, but carefully, grabbed a clump of Anya’s matted blonde hair, as wild and matted as her own with the ferocity of their battle.
“You’re not getting up for a 10 count,” Lyrica told her, “You want to end it like this?”
“Fuck you,” Anya hissed.
“I knew I could count on you,” Lyrica grinned showing blood on her teeth before kissing Anya on the forehead.
“Finish her!” she heard someone yell from the crowd.
Lyrica braced herself, readied her horse stance, and grabbed Anya firmly, looping one of her limp arms behind Lyrica’s own neck. She attempted a Gyaku Tsuchi, the reverse sledgehammer without a leading punch to grant her moment. Turning it into a move more commonly seen in professional wrestling: a Piledriver. Lyrica roared as she lifted Anya into the air, elevating her feet skyward in one swift motion before dropping Anya’s head on the unforgiving hill. Anya made a grunting sound on impact before she fell to earth like a marionette with its strings cut.
The move took almost everything Lyrica had left to pull off in such an awkward manner. It took her a few moments to roll up to a seated position, but looking over the prostrate Anya, she knew her foe wouldn’t be getting up until sunrise. Standing up on shaky legs, Lyrica managed to place a foot on Anya’s heaving chest and raise her hands in victory. She roared once again as the cloud politely clapped, letting the universe know that all who challenged her had better be ready for a fight.
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June Wilkinson
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Joi Lansing
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June winced and stomped her foot as Joi's fists pounded on her shoulder. She carried Joi over her shoulders, with one arm between the screeching woman's shapely legs, locking her firmly in place with no way to reach the mat. Still, with each ineffective punch, June's pretty face crinkled further into an uncomfortable scowl. She grunted, bounced Joi's squirming body on her shoulders, and staggered back. Stumbling in uneven circles, June and her unwilling burden drifted towards the edge of the ring. Joi's unpredictable voyage ended suddenly, when June's uncontrolled backwards dash sent her straight into the turnbuckle. The helpless blonde's scream nearly drowned out the muffled, metallic clang of her body striking the unforgiving surface.
Joi remained precariously balanced on June's back. At the moment of impact, half of her muscles clenched tight, while the rest jerked in all directions. Her mouth opened wide as she attempted to gasp. June pouted and wobbled on unsteady legs. Before Joi's thrashing kicks could topple her to the ground as well, she straightened her back, raise her head, and lowered her arms. Joi slid down June's back, still twitching, and helplessly sprawled on the mat with a thump.
With intense willpower, Joi managed to lift her head from the mat, blink, and support herself on her elbows... just in time to see June's beautiful, scowling face glaring down at her. She gazed upward with her jaw hanging open, as June's fist descended, filling her field of view and obscuring all else. Joi's upper body spasmed as June's knuckles landed in the center of her face, and she immediately sank back to the ground. With her head tilted to the side, and her mouth open, Joi appeared to gaze up at June curiously... but of course, her brain was completely free of questions.
Barbara Nichols
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Diana Dors
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Diana Dors' body straightened into an aerodynamic shape as it hurtled towards the other curvy blonde brawler charging across the ring. Feet together, Diana straightened her legs and back, while holding her arms close to her body. Barbara Nichols' body cut her flight short. "Ooogh!" Diana's weight drove her boots deep into Barbara's gut, denting her curvy body for the short duration of the impact. As Diana dropped, Barbara grimaced and held her forearm over her injured stomach, stumbling back aimlessly. Diana rolled into a sitting position with a businesslike scowl on her face, just in time to see Barbara's legs collapse, dumping her on the middle rope with her wide butt hanging out of the ring. Flailing her arm, Barbara managed to grab the top rope, swinging back and forth unpredictably with her heels scraping the mat.
With a snarl, Barbara shoved herself off of the ropes, launching herself towards Diana as she rose to her feet. Barbara's first steps were erratic, but the forceful lunge built up enough speed to balance her. She swerved slightly as she rushed ahead, aiming to shoot past Diana, and threw out an arm for a devastating clothesline. Only partially upright, Diana had no chance to avoid the collision. When Barbara smashed into her, Diana dropped to the mat, threw her legs up, and struck Barbara on her sturdy thigh and stomach. Barbara gasped as she found herself arcing through the air. She sailed neatly between the middle and top ropes, before continuing her flip towards the hard ground below. Barbara's terrified shriek was brief, interrupted by the dull thud of her upper back coming down to earth. Her body stiffened and jerked, briefly balanced with her ass and legs in the air, before collapsing to the ground with a final jiggle.
Anita Ekberg
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Mamie Van Doren
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Anita Ekberg and Mamie Van Doren wore visible scrapes and bruises on their bare arms and legs. Both women's normally flawless blonde hairdos were rapidly losing their shape, and Anita had broken one of the shoulder straps on Mamie's leotard, leaving her modesty in constant peril. Still, they stood in the center of the ring and grappled, frowning and nudging as they dug their nails into the other's skin. It was a losing position for the smaller Mamie. Step by step, Anita moved her back, lunging with her strong, shapely legs and planting her feet firmly on the mat to defend her small gain. Mamie groaned and heaved on the bigger woman's body, but skidded against the mat with one foot and stepped back to avoid taking a tumble, regaining her balance at the cost of finding herself closer to the edge.
With a roar, Mamie released her grip on Anita and shoved, swinging her arms from a position close to her body outward, knocking Anita's own arms away from her as well. The violent separation threw both women off balance; Anita nearly blundered into Mamie, while Mamie nearly slipped herself. Trying to strike first, Anita drew back a fist, but Mamie had already clasped her hands at waist level. Swinging her arms upwards, her hands collided with Anita's chin, causing a loud whack of skin against skin to echo through the arena. Anita stumbled and moved her hands to her face defensively, as her neck bent backwards from the powerful blow. Off balance, she lowered herself slightly, and with incredible stubbornness, Anita prepared to charge... only to gasp, bend at the waist, and stand on her toes as Mamie's clasped hands ascended again, hammering her gut and nearly lifting her from the mat.
Groaning, Anita staggered to the side with one foot, lowering herself and letting her head hang down. Knees bent, with one hand on her thigh, and the other flailing at the ground to catch herself if she fell, the powerful blonde woman kept herself from falling on her face.
Mamie stood beside her, chin tilted upwards, with a barely visible but solidly satisfied sneer on her lips. She held her clasped hands high above her head, arms pointed straight upward. Half squatting down suddenly, Mamie lowered her body as well as she swung her hands down, striking Anita on the base of her neck with the heavy blow. Anita's legs collapsed, and she let out a low grunt. Flailing her hands, the helpless fighter put her hands on the mat, only to collapse under her own weight and bash her own nose into the ground. The impact caused a second jerk of Anita's body, before she slowly spread out over a long section of the mat with a sigh.
Anita's unconscious body quivered slightly as Mamie planted a foot on her lower back, but the tiny movement only came from the force of being stepped on. She was fast asleep.
Sabrina
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Jayne Mansfield
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"Eeeeeergh!" Sabrina cried out in pain as Jayne Mansfield stood behind her, clutching her hair in both hands with her arms straight. Taking a step back, Jayne struggled for a moment before bringing her hands to her chest, tugging Sabrina along with it. The helpless blonde shrieked again as Jayne's hold bent her slender neck backwards, tilting her screaming face to the ceiling. She awkwardly reached behind her back to tug on Jayne's arms, as the powerful brawler dragged her across the mat. With a choking sound, Sabrina dropped and twisted, forcing herself around to face Jayne, even as the maneuver twisted her hair in her rival's grip, and forced her head to bend downward. Jayne tensed and frowned, but held her ground.
Slowly, Sabrina rose. She held Jayne's forearms tightly and swayed back and forth, but after a few moments, Sabrina gave up on prying the blonde grappler's grip loose. Instead, she leaned back, dragging Jayne closer, and took a closed fisted swing at the scowling blonde's side. Thud! Jayne winced and let Sabrina slide out of her grip, baring her teeth as she tilted her body to move with the blow. Striking back, Jayne brought her open palm down on Sabrina's cheek, swinging her arm in an arc and following through as if her rival's face wasn't even in the way. Sabrina flinched as the slap knocked her head to the side... and then her legs gave out and she sank to the floor on her knees, toppling face down with her arms flopping to her sides. Sabrina made no attempt to avoid bashing her forehead against the mat, and simply lay with her ass in the air, motionless aside from the tiny up and down movement of her torso as she breathed.
Most people simply believed that Sabrina had given up and simply fainted from the stress of facing Jayne. A few members of the audience saw Jayne's elbow strike the side of Sabrina's head just after she landed the slap, but this was always considered speculation.
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A great collection of ladies, my friend! :D
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Kaley Cuoco vs Erika Christensen
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Erika's fist thudded hard into her opponents belly, Kaley's taut abs collapsing from the wrecking ball blow as the victim let out a loud pained grunt with a whoosh of expelled air. Cuoco's body collapsed against that of her rival, her chin resting on Christensen's right shoulder as Kaley panted hard for breath. Erika grinned and gave a sinister chuckle into her foe's ear. It had been a long and brutal apartment catfight between the two blondes, their lush bodies soaked with sweat and their alabaster flesh mottled with scratches and bruises. But now the advantage was firmly in the hands of one battler, and she intended to bring this brawl to a finish.
Muscling Kaley backward until she was pressed up against the wall, Erika places her left forearm across her adversary's throat to hold her upright, then balled her right fist and began slamming uppercuts to Cuoco's bare breasts, drawing agonized yelps and moans from the hapless beauty. "Maybe I'll just pound you flat, sweetheart," Christensen taunted her victim as she pounded away. Suddenly she stopped and withdrew her arm from Cuoco's throat; for a moment it looked as if Kaley would slide down the wall to the carpeted floor, but her wobbly legs managed to keep her upright.
Viciously, Erika next pinched both of her foe's nipples with her fingers, causing Kaley to let out a high-pitched shriek. With her handholds, Christensen pulled Cuoco stumbling away from the wall, and then flipped her down to the floor, where the battered blonde lay on her back, her sore and reddened chest heaving for breath. Dropping atop her rival, Erika pinned Kaley's arms above her head and hovered her own bare chest over the face of the prone beauty. As tears welled in her eyes, Cuoco rasped, "You'll pay for this someday, bitch!"
Erika merely sneered, and then dropped her 34Ds upon Kaley's face, burying her mouth and nose. Utterly smothered, Cuoco's body squirmed for upwards to 45 seconds, before she finally went limp. Satisfied her rival was beaten, Erika stood up, and then, a smug smirk upon her gorgeous face, planted a foot on the chest of her fallen foe as she raised her right fist, claiming her triumph as the elite spectators jumped to their feet and cheered her.
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Kaley Cuoco vs Erika Christensen
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Erika's fist thudded hard into her opponents belly, Kaley's taut abs collapsing from the wrecking ball blow as the victim let out a loud pained grunt with a whoosh of expelled air. Cuoco's body collapsed against that of her rival, her chin resting on Christensen's right shoulder as Kaley panted hard for breath. Erika grinned and gave a sinister chuckle into her foe's ear. It had been a long and brutal apartment catfight between the two blondes, their lush bodies soaked with sweat and their alabaster flesh mottled with scratches and bruises. But now the advantage was firmly in the hands of one battler, and she intended to bring this brawl to a finish.
Muscling Kaley backward until she was pressed up against the wall, Erika places her left forearm across her adversary's throat to hold her upright, then balled her right fist and began slamming uppercuts to Cuoco's bare breasts, drawing agonized yelps and moans from the hapless beauty. "Maybe I'll just pound you flat, sweetheart," Christensen taunted her victim as she pounded away. Suddenly she stopped and withdrew her arm from Cuoco's throat; for a moment it looked as if Kaley would slide down the wall to the carpeted floor, but her wobbly legs managed to keep her upright.
Viciously, Erika next pinched both of her foe's nipples with her fingers, causing Kaley to let out a high-pitched shriek. With her handholds, Christensen pulled Cuoco stumbling away from the wall, and then flipped her down to the floor, where the battered blonde lay on her back, her sore and reddened chest heaving for breath. Dropping atop her rival, Erika pinned Kaley's arms above her head and hovered her own bare chest over the face of the prone beauty. As tears welled in her eyes, Cuoco rasped, "You'll pay for this someday, bitch!"
Erika merely sneered, and then dropped her 34Ds upon Kaley's face, burying her mouth and nose. Utterly smothered, Cuoco's body squirmed for upwards to 45 seconds, before she finally went limp. Satisfied her rival was beaten, Erika stood up, and then, a smug smirk upon her gorgeous face, planted a foot on the chest of her fallen foe as she raised her right fist, claiming her triumph as the elite spectators jumped to their feet and cheered her.
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Love it!
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I would like more stories where the loser gets their hair cut or dyed I loved those ones
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(I hope you enjoy this, Chris 380 :) )
Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens
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The two beauties hated one another on so many levels, it came as no surprise that they would get into a vicious social media war over which hair color was better, blonde or brunette. Somebody had the inspired idea to make that the basis of their next (inevitable) catfight. The stipulation was thus: the winner gets to dye the hair of the loser. The loser must keep the color for thirty days, and must make public appearances...and be snapped by the paparazzi...at least five days each week, and is forbidden to cover her hair with a hat, scarf or veil. Both Hayden and Vanessa eagerly accepted the stakes.
They engaged in one of their usual...that is, magnificent...battles, with control of the fight swaying back and forth between the pair, who were too evenly matched for one to ever fully dominate the other. Now at last however, Hudgens seemed to have seized control, as she tightened a sleeper hold on her arch-rival. Panettiere struggled and moaned, but it wasn't long before her body went limp. The brunette released her and the blonde sank to the floor. Grabbing her damp and matted golden locks, Vanessa began to pull her nemesis up to her feet, smugly taunting her with, "You're going to look so adorable as a brunette, Panties...people might even start to think you have some brains in that empty head of yours."
But the next sound that Hudgens made was a loud agonized grunt, courtesy of the forearm blow that had slammed up between her thighs and into her groin. Suddenly vibrant and alert, Hayden followed that up with a piledriver, spiking the crown of her foe's skull into the carpeted floor, leaving Vanessa barely conscious. "You want to talk about brains, bitch? You fell for me playing possum like a noob! But don't worry, because your reward will be to go out into the world as a gorgeous blonde! Well, as close to gorgeous as you could ever get."
Dragging her battered opponent to the powder room adjacent to the penthouse living room that was their battlefield, Panettiere cackled as she bent Hudgens over the sink and proceeded to bleach her dark tresses a garish lemon blonde. Employing her acting skills, Hayden adopted a broad Brooklyn-ish accent and played the part of hairdresser. "Oh, your hair is so stringy and the roots are just awful...it's a good thing you came to me, honey, so that I can try and save this rat's nest you call hair. Maybe now you'll finally land a man, instead of being just a cheap whore on the corner...but I doubt it, knowwhatImean?"
And she was even giddier when she yanked down her foe's bikini briefs ad discovered that Nessa had kept a trimmed patch of fur in her nether region, which Hayden promptly dyed as well. All the dazed Hudgens could do is moan and sob in shame.
As per the requirements of the stakes, Vanessa made herself publicly visible during the thirty days of her punishment, although it was frequently commented on by the public (who knew nothing of either her catfighting nor the dye job stipulation) that she always looked so dour, and that her bleaching was tacky and very unbecoming of a Hollywood starlet. Through it all, Hudgens could only silently endure her humiliation, and plot her revenge on her mortal enemy.
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(I hope you enjoy this, Chris 380 :) )
Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens
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The two beauties hated one another on so many levels, it came as no surprise that they would get into a vicious social media war over which hair color was better, blonde or brunette. Somebody had the inspired idea to make that the basis of their next (inevitable) catfight. The stipulation was thus: the winner gets to dye the hair of the loser. The loser must keep the color for thirty days, and must make public appearances...and be snapped by the paparazzi...at least five days each week, and is forbidden to cover her hair with a hat, scarf or veil. Both Hayden and Vanessa eagerly accepted the stakes.
They engaged in one of their usual...that is, magnificent...battles, with control of the fight swaying back and forth between the pair, who were too evenly matched for one to ever fully dominate the other. Now at last however, Hudgens seemed to have seized control, as she tightened a sleeper hold on her arch-rival. Panettiere struggled and moaned, but it wasn't long before her body went limp. The brunette released her and the blonde sank to the floor. Grabbing her damp and matted golden locks, Vanessa began to pull her nemesis up to her feet, smugly taunting her with, "You're going to look so adorable as a brunette, Panties...people might even start to think you have some brains in that empty head of yours."
But the next sound that Hudgens made was a loud agonized grunt, courtesy of the forearm blow that had slammed up between her thighs and into her groin. Suddenly vibrant and alert, Hayden followed that up with a piledriver, spiking the crown of her foe's skull into the carpeted floor, leaving Vanessa barely conscious. "You want to talk about brains, bitch? You fell for me playing possum like a noob! But don't worry, because your reward will be to go out into the world as a gorgeous blonde! Well, as close to gorgeous as you could ever get."
Dragging her battered opponent to the powder room adjacent to the penthouse living room that was their battlefield, Panettiere cackled as she bent Hudgens over the sink and proceeded to bleach her dark tresses a garish lemon blonde. Employing her acting skills, Hayden adopted a broad Brooklyn-ish accent and played the part of hairdresser. "Oh, your hair is so stringy and the roots are just awful...it's a good thing you came to me, honey, so that I can try and save this rat's nest you call hair. Maybe now you'll finally land a man, instead of being just a cheap whore on the corner...but I doubt it, knowwhatImean?"
And she was even giddier when she yanked down her foe's bikini briefs ad discovered that Nessa had kept a trimmed patch of fur in her nether region, which Hayden promptly dyed as well. All the dazed Hudgens could do is moan and sob in shame.
As per the requirements of the stakes, Vanessa made herself publicly visible during the thirty days of her punishment, although it was frequently commented on by the public (who knew nothing of either her catfighting nor the dye job stipulation) that she always looked so dour, and that her bleaching was tacky and very unbecoming of a Hollywood starlet. Through it all, Hudgens could only silently endure her humiliation, and plot her revenge on her mortal enemy.
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this was amazing I still say we need more of these here
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Decided to do a followup to my last post (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg632536#msg632536)...
Stefania Ferrario vs. Ana Cheri: Round II
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The grin on Ana Cheri's face was a mile wide. It was a gleeful, joyous look, one that some might have even described as diabolical in nature. There was no doubt that the brunette was enjoying herself, and why shouldn't she be? She was in a position that she had been dreaming of for months now: Sitting atop of one Stefania Ferrario, her thick, plump ass covering the blonde's face, leaving her shouting out muffled screams against Ana's perfect bottom.
Let's back up a moment.
It was an understatement to say that Ana's loss to Stefania a few weeks prior had been haunting her. The memory of the complete and utter humiliation that the blonde had put her through on that beach burned bright in Ana's mind, and nothing she could do could erase the thoughts of the day. It didn't help that pictures and videos of their tussle had made their way all over the internet, and the comments she was getting on all of her social media posts were just making it worse. No one was letting her live that day down, and it was beginning to drive Ana crazy...so, naturally, the brunette model decided there was only one way to right the wrongs of her and Stefania's catfight. She would challenge her to a rematch, and she would win.
It didn't take much to get Stefania to accept Ana's offer, either. The blonde had quite enjoyed what she had done to Ana, and thoughts of their fight had kept dancing through her mind, too. So, when Ana sent her an invitation to meet her at a private hotel room, dressed in their finest lingerie? Stefania jumped at the offer. Beating Ana in swimsuits was one thing, but crushing her in their nightwear would be an entirely different sort of satisfaction.
Unfortunately for the thick blonde model, however, Ana wasn't going to give her any kind of chance to do such a thing.
The moment, the exact moment that Stefania stepped into Ana's hotel room, the brunette threw herself at the blonde, screeching like a harpy as she lunged at her rival. Before Stefania had any time to react, Ana had nailed her with two quick jabs to the face, leaving her briefly stunned. The brunette smirked, and reeled back for a third blow, but Stefania was quick to shake off Ana's punches, roughly shoving her to force Ana back. She tried to step away from the brunette, but Ana moved back in quick, dropping down and tackling Stefania's legs, taking her off of her feet and to the soft carpet below.
This was a fury that Stefania had been unprepared for, a certain revenge-filled rage that she wasn't expecting out of Ana, and Ana was using every bit of the blonde's surprise to her advantage. She tried to crawl away as Ana knocked her to the floor, but the brunette quickly scrambled onto her back, grabbing her short hair with both hands. She furiously jerked and tugged at it, screaming at Stefania all the while.
"Not so fun being on the receiving end, huh?! Bet you regret coming here, don't you?!"
Stefania growled at Ana's angry words, bucking her body upwards, managing to throw Ana off of herself. She quickly rolled over, trying to sit up, but again, Ana was right there, and again Ana threw herself at the blonde. Again she grabbed a handful of Stefania's hair, but Stefania did the same, clutching two handfuls of Ana's longer hair and viciously jerking back at it. The brunette let out a screech, but she refused to relent, and from that moment, the fight was truly on.
The two of them rolled around on the floor, each of them yanking at each other's hair, clawing at the other model's face and chest, both of them trying to gain the upper hand on the other. For a brief moment, Stefania managed to roll atop Ana and she tried to pin her down, but Ana was able to arch her body upwards before the blonde could do so, throwing off her balance long enough to grab the slightly larger woman and roll her back over. Back and forth they went, each of them seemingly unable to gain control of things, unless the realization struck Stefania like a ton of bricks:
Ana was wearing her out!
Stefania felt herself growing more tired and more fatigued as the fight dragged on, but Ana seemed to still be full of energy. Her rage, her hatred, her single-minded fury at how Stefania had humiliated her before was carrying her through the fight, ensuring that she could keep going even as Stefania was losing energy. She tried, she really tried, but she just couldn't find the edge she needed to truly turn things around on Ana.
And then, it happened. She slipped up. She had tried to jerk Ana down onto her, tried to bury her face within her breasts to simply smother Ana out, but...it didn't happen. She grabbed at Ana but her hands couldn't find the grip they needed, slipping away from the brunette's shoulders, and in that moment of error Ana decided to strike. She grabbed Stefania by the wrists as the blonde failed to grab her, and slammed them down into the carpet, pinning Stefania to the floor. Stefania tried to buck her body, she tried to wiggle free, but she didn't have the energy. She couldn't do it, and as she struggled to escape she was only wearing herself out more and more by the second.
Satisfied that she had Stefania right where she wanted her, and confident that the blonde wouldn't be able to fight back, Ana finally made her move. She sat up quick, briefly taking a seat atop Stefania's body before sliding herself up further along her frame, right up until she had slid her ass onto Stefania's face. The blonde began to scream, wailing in shock and embarrassment and horror as Ana pushed down against her, grinding her thick and plump bottom against Stefania's face. Stefania grabbed for Ana's hips, trying to push her away, trying to dislodge her, but it was no go. Ana simply grinned, and began to twist her hips back and forth in response, grinding herself harder and harder against her rival's face.
"You're done for..." She sneered, enjoying every little bit of what was happening. She was loving Stefania struggling beneath her. She was loving the sensation of the woman's cries against her bottom. She was loving how helpless Stefania was and how goddamn powerful it made her feel.
The moments rolled by, the seconds turning to a minute, and then almost a full second minute, as Ana finally felt Stefania starting to give in beneath her. The blonde's movements slowed, her cries faded out, and soon, soon she went still, unmoving and silent beneath the brunette. Ana remained in position for just a moment longer, making sure that Stefania was out, before finally going to rise, climbing back to her feet. She towered over the blonde, smiling down at her, calling out to Stefania one last time.
"The score is one-to-one right now, bitch. Don't think you've seen the last of me just yet..."
And with that, Ana stepped over to the dresser, where she had set up a small camera and a silky sort of robe. She pulled the robe around herself, and grabbed the camera, heading to the room's exit so she could head to her actual room for the night. As she stepped past Stefania's unconscious body and towards the door, she smiled again to herself, thinking about how viral this video of their rematch was going to go.
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...I did not mean for that to be so long. I don't think anyone is going to be complaining though!
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Danica McKellar vs Candace Cameron Bure
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Nothing less than the fate of Christmas was on the line.
Well, more specifically, the decision over which actress would win the contract for a series of Hallmark Channel Christmas movies. The holiday telefilms had proven to be exceptionally lucrative for both women, and this new deal would make one of them the undisputed 'Queen of Christmas'.
Already longtime antagonists, the two rivals agreed to fight for the contract before a select audience of TV executives, both to determine who gets the deal, and also to settle old scores. The spectators were stunned and taken aback by the ferocity of the two beauties, in particular how viciously these two quintessential 'good girls' brawled, with the savagery of jungle cats!
After a long and brutal struggle, Danica and Candace had been pushed to the very limits of their endurance. They had stripped one another down to only their bikini panties, and now stood face to face, fingers sunk into the bare breasts of the other, each mauling her opponent as they moaned and squealed in anguish. Their sweat-drenched bodies glistened as their every muscle strained taut, both determined to destroy the other.
This impasse was only broken when Candace suddenly shifted tactics, driving her knee up into the brunette's belly, winding her. That gave the blonde the chance to wrap her powerful arms around her rival and squeeze her in a bearhug, pouring every ounce of her remaining power into this effort to crush McKellar into defeat. "You're done for, you whore!" Candace snarls. "Christmas is mine!"
Danica threw her head back and let out a piercing howl from the pain, which washed over her so powerfully, her body was nearly paralyzed and unable to obey the commands of her mind to fight back. Marshaling every last iota of willpower she had, the brunette was finally able to swing her arms up, slamming her palms into the ears of her tormentor. Bure let out a sharp yelp as her arms flew open and she stumbled back.
Knowing she had only one chance left, and precious little power to spare, Danica threw a kick up, smashing her foot squarely into the blonde's groin, sending her collapsing to the carpet with an agonized gasp. Dropping down to the floor above her adversary's head, the brunette snaked her steely legs around Candace's head, locking on a figure four headscissors. Realizing her dire straits, Bure thrashed with whatever might she still possessed, her hands clutching and slapping at her rival's legs, but to no avail. Danica gritted her teeth and growled as she tightened her legs, her whining victim's face turning ever-deeper shades of red.
One minute passed...then two. Astonishingly, Candace was still resisting, albeit too feebly to effect an escape. Tears streaming down her face as her body was in agony from the effort to destroy her nemesis, Danica kept hissing, "Pass out, bitch! Pass out, bitch! Pass out, bitch!"
Ultimately, the inevitable happened, as with a sob Candace's eyes fluttered shut and her body went limp. With great effort, Danica was able to uncoil her legs, but she was too spent to rise up, and fell onto her back gasping for breath. Still, a smile came to her face, and with a hoarse rasp she said, "Best...Christmas...present...ever!"
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Cristina Scabbia vs Kira Kosarin
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Cristina Scabbia was a respected veteran in the celebrity wrestling circuit and, while no longer being active as she was in the past, she still enjoyed stepping in the ring to challenge younger opponents.
This time however it seemed she had bite more than she could chew as Kira Kosarin proved herself to to be a formidable opponent. Gifted with a combination of raw talent, great techincal ability and an amazing physical condition; Kosarin was considered by many "the next big thing" in the business and proved it first by withstanding all of Cristina's offensives and then by taking control of the match and ragdolling the opponent across the ring in a total display of dominance.
However, like other rookies before her, Kira felt victim of her own hubris. Sensing that victory was at hands, Kira pulled Cristina's head between her legs and then lifted her in a powerbomb position; but instead of slamming Cristina directly, Kira decided to show her power and dominance and paraded across the ring keeping Cristina seated over her own shoulders.
But this was the opening Cristina was waiting for, the crafty veteran pulled back Kira's hairs with her left hand and used the right one to shot a series of fast and brutal punches to Kira's unprotected face.
Stunned by the sudden pain, Kira released her hold on Cristina's thighs. Cristina slided down from Kira's shoulders and, while falling down, she was able to catch Kira's head under her own armpit reversing the powerbomb attempt in a brutal DDT that drove her opponent skull right into the mat.
With both fighters down, Cristina knew she had to act quickly, she crawled onto Kira sitting on her lower back, she then grabbed her opponent's harm and pulled them over her own knee and locked her in a thight Camel Clutch.
Cristina started pulling with all her might while Kira screamed bloody murder as her back and neck were forcefully bended in an unnatural way.
But despite the pain Kira stubbornly refused to submit and Cristina knew she was too tired to keep the hold for enought time to gain a submission, so while keeping the chinlock with her left hand, she lifted her right fist in the air with the middle finger knuckle protunding and then she drove it right against Kira's head, brutally grinding the knuckle into her opponent's right temple.
Kira's cries of pain reached an higher note for this new source of pain and soon she was forced to scream her submission.
An exhausted Cristina released Kira and stood up as the referee held up her arm signaling her victory.
Meanwhile Kira was down on the mat, sobbing for the pain and humiliation. Cristina, before exiting the ring, stood over her.
"Sorry Honey" said Cristina "You're good, really good...and maybe one day you'll be one of the best. But this is not the day."
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Christina Hendricks vs Alison Brie
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To say that there was a rivalry between Alison Brie and Christina Hendricks would imply that there was a substantial parity of results; but it would be more accurate to say that Alison was Christina's favorite victim.
Since their first meeting on the set of "Mad Men" the two had clashed countless times and in the vast majority of times the fights ended with Alison's defeat and humiliation, while the brunette's very few victories had been caused more by mistakes from Christina rather than b Alison's prowess and too narrow to allow Alison to really enjoy them.
For more than a year Alison had disappeared from the ring of the circuit and, to the general surprise, for her return she had specifically asked to face Christina Hendricks in a lingerie catfight.
And oh what a shocking return it was!
The Alison who faced Christina was fitter, more confident and aggressive than ever and literally dominated Christina right from the start, using a cruel combination of wrestling moves and catfight tactics to wear down her bigger opponent.
In the end Alison had shoved her to the ground and was parading around the mat taunting her.
"Come on Christina" Said Alison produly standing in front of her "Are you tired already? Maybe you're getting too old for this game?"
Christina was FURIOUS, she couldn't believe what was happening and the smug on Alison's face was maddening. The redhead slowly rose up, heavily panting and, gathering all her remaining energies, she launched herself at her opponent in one last desperate assault.
But Alison was ready, she sidestepped her charging opponent and scissored her right ankle executing a picture perfect drop toe hold that made Christina crash to the mat like a tree.
Alison jumped on Christina's back and snaked her arms around her head in a tight sleeper hold.
"N...no..." Muttered Christina "Th...this is imp...impossible..."
"Oh it is possible, hold hag" Whispered Alison slowly tightening her hold "Do you see that big black lady who is cheering for me? She's my friend and co-star Kia, you may know her as Awesome Kong. I've spent the last months training with her."
But the last word falled to deaf ears as Christina had already passed out by the lack of oxygen.
When finally Christina woke up she found herself lying on her back on the ground, naked, with her ankles tied and her wrists bound behind her back, with Alison standing proudly over her.
"Well, well, well" Said Alison "Finally you're back with us."
"Ok, Alison you won...I have to admit you got really good..now let me go!"
"No, no, no...every time you defeated me, I ended up being smothered by your fat ass or your saggy tits. And I've never had the opportunity to return the favor, so I have every intention to enjoy this moment"
Alison proceded to sensually remove her lace thong then she slowly lowered her shapely ass on Christina's face, while the rehead pleaded and protested in vain.
What followed was the most glorious face sitting session that everybody in the audience had ever witnessed: for nearly 20 minutes Alison grinded, rubbed and shaked her firm ass on Chrisina's face. She went from using her asscheeks for slapping Christina to drop all her weight on her mouth and nose bringing her to the brink of suffucation before lifting her ass and allowing the redhead to breath. And to add insult to injury she kept mauling, scratching and pinching Christina's defenseless boobs.
"P..please...." muttered and exhausted Christina "No more....please...."
Alison turned her body straddling Christina's face, she grabbed her hairs and pushed her opponent's mouth right against her own snatch.
"You had enough? Really? Then you know what you have to do."
Sobbing Christina stuck out her tongue and started licking Alison's pussy, hesistantly at first and then with more resolution knowing that the sooner she would bring Alison to orgasm, the sooner her ordeal would be over.
Finally Alison came all over Christina's face and stood up, bathing in the audience's cheers and applause.
She knew Christina would be ready next time and she knew that her newfound ability had put a target on her back; but in that moment, all she cared about was her victory and how she finally got her revenge on Christina Hendricks.
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Originally this story (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=92708) was meant to be my first "Finish Her!" story, but it got so long it didn't feel right for this thread. Instead, I made the one below, featuring Lindsey Pelas and "Finish Her!" mainstay, Kaley Cuoco as my first submission to this forum's greatest thread. I hope you all enjoy. Any comments and/or critiques are welcome and appreciated :)
Lindsey Pelas vs Kaley Cuoco
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When Kaley Cuoco agreed to wrestle with Lindsey Pelas on alone in Lindsey's private ring the day after Christmas, she imagined a fun triumph and thought it would be a great way to end an otherwise lousy year. After all, what could be a better final memory for a year than the domination and humiliation of your opponent in a ring? When Kaley found herself laying with her back on the mat while Lindsey straddled her, all she could wonder was how she had been dominated so badly over the past half hour.
Knowing she had broken Kaley's physical resistance nearly completely, Lindsey didn't even bother grapevining her opponent's legs. Instead, she just skipped straight to smothering stage as she enveloped her opponent's face in a bosomy embrace. As she used her strong grip on the back of Kaley's head to rub her large breasts across Kaley's face, she told her hapless opponent, "I am so glad you agreed to play with me Kaley, we're going to have so much fun together." While Kaley had gotten used to being smothered by Kat Dennings in their numerous matches, nothing prepared her for the potency of Lindsey's 32F bosom.
Kaley could breathe nothing, see nothing, and smell nothing besides Lindsey's all-encompassing breasts from the very beginning of the embrace and after only fifteen seconds in the hold, Kaley was tapping out while making muffled pleas for release. Lindsey ignored the taps and verbal submissions, as she cooed, "sorry Kaley, I am going to play with you until I'm done. Submitting won't do anything." "MMMMMMPPPPHHH!!!" That statement put the fear of god into Kaley as she began yelling her pleas into Lindsey's chest, but once again they were to no avail. After fifteen more seconds, the combined oxygen and sensory deprivation of the smother had caused Kaley to enter a light-headed delirium. When Lindsey pulled her out of her cleavage an additional fifteen seconds later, Kaley was a blubbering mess, gasping for air, disoriented, clearly having been on the verge of passing out. After getting enough air to be able to speak, albeit while panting, Kaley began to beg "Lindsey, please ju–"
With sadistic pleasure, Lindsey pulled Kaley back into her chest, muffling her pleas once again and plunging Kaley back into what could only be described as a torturous breast smother. Lindsey would repeat this process with only a couple of seconds of break in between, slowly decreasing the time spent in the smother until she would yank Kaley out after only thirty seconds of being smothered. This reduction wasn't out of any kindness in Lindsey's heart, quite the opposite in fact. Had Lindsey held her any longer in many of the later repetitions, Kaley would most certainly have passed out and Lindsey's fun would have ceased.
Each repetition took its toll. Each successive time Kaley was pulled out of Lindsey's chest, she looked increasingly dazed and disoriented. When Kaley was pulled out the penultimate time, she looked as though she had gone to hell and back. Finally, after thirty minutes of keeping Kaley in what Lindsey refers to as 'breast smother purgatory', she pulled Kaley's face back into her chest one last time with twisted glee, holding her tighter than ever before. After thirty-five seconds, Kaley began to violently convulse as Lindsey rides them out, intent on sending Kaley to sleep. Fifteen more seconds after that, her limbs go slack. Lindsey said with a sardonic smirk, "oops, I think I broke my Christmas toy," and released the unconscious Kaley Cuoco from her smother ten seconds after, letting Kaley's head rest on the cold, hard canvas of the ring. When Kaley awoke in the center of the ring alone, she realized Lindsey's buxom chest would haunt her nightmares for the next month, if not forever, and shuddered at that thought.
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Forever...
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Greetings,
Just wanted to say excellent work to NoAirZone on the piece above, I'm not familiar with Lindsey outside her appearances here, but her domineering victory over the (almost) always game Kaley was quite impressive. The tenacity with which she maintained the Front Sleeper after Cuoco's submission is something for potential adversaries to be keenly aware of, as I'd wager the threat of enduring such suffocating treatment could throw a jump into even the strongest of wills.
Thanks again for the reading material, it's much appreciated.
~rf
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It's a rare treat to see The Walkin Dude post, and even more of a pleasure to open my mailbox and find a brand new piece he's written. I asked him if I could share it here in the FH thread, and he graciously agreed! Enjoy it...I know I certainly did. :D
The Creeping Menace
John Farson reporting
In the course of my fifteen-plus years covering the wrestling beat for BLONDE! there are many visuals that have come to bring me unbridled joy. Sarah Carter via slap-out in under three minutes. Kaley Cuoco’s unrivaled Springboard Elbow Drop. Kate Upton’s Bear Hug. (It’s better than her Front Sleeper. There, I said it.) Charlize’s well, everything.
Conversely there are handful of images that can raise an almost atavistic dread, especially when trained upon my favorite flaxen-haired fighters. Famke Janssen’s Reverse Headscissors. The Toronto AHW scene during Neve Campbell’s nightmarish Reign of Terror. Gal Gadot’s ‘Golden’ Discus Lariat.
Recently there’s another phrase that’s wormed its way into those uneasy moments when sleep (or a column idea) are too long in coming. It’s one that probably won’t register with those fans who only look to red carpet premieres and weekend box-office takes for their fighting favorites, but it is indeed a threat to the Golden Hegemony we all hold so dear. The phrase is as follows:
Samara Weaving versus Troian Bellisario in a contest of submission wrestling.
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I’ve covered enough of this burgeoning tyrant’s efforts in the last eighteen months for these words to raise the hackles on the back of my neck and it was a with a particularly heady blend of optimism and concern flowing through my veins that I headed to Orpheus Hall last Saturday Night to cover a match between Samara Weaving and the aforementioned menace.
Weaving, you may recall, was one of BLONDE!’s ‘Flaxen Favorites to Watch’ in our December 2019 issue and it is with no small amount of pride that I tell you she’s gone from someone that Brunette once blithely described as ‘Not Margot Robbie’ to an exciting young talent that’s captivated fans from coast to coast with a style that combines hardnosed brawling and seemingly effortless shows of strength for devastating results.
She may be a staple of the genre cons and small indy shows now, but mark my words, in two years time Samara Weaving will be mentioned in the same breath as Kaley Cuoco and Margot Robbie, quite possibly before them. But to reach such rarified air required a stopover at the drafty old Orpheus to test her mettle against a brunette that one of my colleagues once referred to as the the bog that walks on two legs.
Please, forgive me for being blunt. Troian Bellisario is no mere bog. She’s the Swamp of Sadness. And last Saturday night Samara Weaving played the role of poor, doomed Artax. (There are those of you who won’t appreciate or even understand that reference, but if you were there you know damned well why I chose it.)
The contest, scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, saw the competitors sporting near identical throwback one-pieces with the only differences coming in color and neckline. A warm, sunny orange with a scooped neckline for Weaving contrasted pleasantly with the ugly thunderhead purple and high collar of Bellisario’s attire. No hand shake or other show of respect from either grappler prior to the bell. Can’t really blame Samara, she’s clearly aware of Troian’s reputation and wasn’t taking any chances.
It went 23:15 from bell to bell and for the first eleven minutes or so it was as even a contest as you could’ve hoped for. Weaving imposed terms while they were standing while Bellisario controlled things on the canvas. In that early stretch it was clear to me that Samara was the stronger of the two and obviously more aggressive, but that zeal also exposed holes in her defenses that the brunette was all too happy to exploit. Even so, Weaving showed both poise and grit when she was fighting from underneath and I began to feel that my earlier concern was unfounded.
You can imagine my dismay then when Bellisario escaped a Weaving Waistlock, dropped to all fours and slithered backward through her legs, tumbling the surprised blonde to the deck in the process. Both wrestlers made it to their feet at the same time, but Samara’s back was to her opponent which meant she never saw the Super Kick that caromed off the base of her skull.
Credit the newcomer’s tenacity, she pitched into the ropes but didn’t lose her footing. Indeed it was only a few seconds before she’d wheeled around and lunged for the treacherous brunette. Alas, this proved a dangerous mistake, as Troian hooked a leg and swept her to the deck whereupon she rolled the startled grappler onto her belly for a Half Boston Crab.
Bellisario’s technique was impressive (as evidenced by the proximity of Weaving’s clean white wrestling shoe to the back of her own head) but it proved no match for the blonde’s power as she pushed up on her hands and set out for the ropes. She’d made it all of two feet when the devious brunette shifted seamlessly into an STF. The going got considerably slower after that, as Weaving had to carry Bellisario’s smothering weight all while the taller woman wrenched away at her neck and painfully twisted leg.
Even this wasn’t enough to halt Samara’s progress however. Over the course of perhaps thirty seconds she dragged their combined weight to within arm’s length of the bottom rope. Freedom was quite literally in her grasp when Troian caught that questing wrist, drew it backward and transitioned into a Scissored Double Armbar that most fans will recognize as the Rings of Saturn, or more recently, the Brutalizer.
As a journalist (and more importantly, a fan) it is beyond heartbreaking to bear witness to a moment when a heretofore unflappable fighter suffers a decisive setback. To be clear, Samara Weaving’s will did not break when Troian Bellisario flowed into her third unanswered hold in perhaps a minute, but the sound that escaped her lips held none of the confidence she’d shown up to that point.
Still, the blonde fought on.
With both arms in Bellisario’s clutches she spent the next forty-five seconds wriggling through a half circle that finally, blessedly, allowed her to drape her right ankle atop the bottom rope. The referee immediately called for the break (as he should) and the brunette honored it, only to scramble to her feet and immediately land a quick Leg Drop across the back of Weaving’s undefended head! Such an infraction should’ve resulted in disqualification or at least a stern warning, unfortunately the official didn’t even waggle a finger as Troian dragged her flagging flaxen adversary out into the deep waters of center ring.
Once there it was more of the same.
Bellisario hooked Weaving in a deep Abdominal Stretch, then made a point to repeatedly slap, rake and gouge at Samara’s midsection, the blonde’s sunny one-piece doing nothing to dissuade that devastating claw. And still Weaving would not concede, in fact Bellisario looked flustered and downright petulant when the Aussie resumed her trudge to the ropes. Of course such a show of gutsy resilience is an affront to all brunettes, so it should come as no surprise that Bellisario quickly slung a leg over the side of Samara’s head and bore down with all her weight to transform the Abdominal Stretch into an agonizing Octopus.
I’m not ashamed to admit that by this point I was on my feet cheering with the rest of the crowd, nor am I ashamed to admit that I voiced something entirely unprintable when the ebon-haired savage passed on simply immobilizing Samara’s right arm (which was once again edging closer to the sanctuary of the strands) in favor of raaaaaaaaaaaaking it with her nails.
That, I believe, was when Weaving lost the will to fight.
Certainly her wailing was far more pitiable and infinitely less defiant from that point on, not that anyone could blame her considering Bellisario scored her from wrist to bicep at least a dozen times. Nor did she offer any meaningful protest when Troian abruptly relinquished the Octopus for a Standing Headscissors that just as quickly gave way to a Piledriver that drove the blonde’s skull into the worn canvas with a sickening thud.
If I’m being honest, the match was over then and there. The starfished sprawl of golden Australian wreckage had nothing in common with the vivacious heart-stopper that’d strutted down the aisle twenty minutes prior. Unfortunately for Samara the match was billed as submission wrestling and Troian Bellisario would not be denied.
What came next? Simple. She stretched Samara Weaving without mercy.
It started like an STF, with Troian claiming Samara’s left foot just to turn her onto her stomach. With that lower leg firmly in her possession the brunette scissored the exposed limb between her calves and dropped down and across Weaving’s back at a sharp angle presumably designed to exacerbate the already painful torque on her trapped leg. From there it diverged from the traditional STF as Bellisario slid her right arm across the back of Samara’s neck just to shove her right arm out of the way. With that done Bellisario’s right arm snaked beneath Weaving’s right bicep and across her chest and neck to ultimately meet her left hand in an S-clasp against the other side of her helpless opponent’s face. Things went from bad to worse as soon as Troian rolled over onto her left side, a shift that wrenched Weaving’s spine up and across the curve of her tormenter’s left flank while also putting immense strain on her neck and pinioned left leg.
If it sounds hard to describe, I assure you it’s that much harder to watch, especially when it’s one of your favorites being bent into a hellacious curve for ten endless seconds before she whimpers a semiconscious concession to the referee.
The bell sounded.
The match was over.
Any competitor of reasonable moral fiber would’ve taken her victory lap and left the ring, but ‘Dark Hair, Dark Heart’ isn’t just bulletin board material here at BLONDE! dear readers, it’s a warning to expect the worst from the raven-haired opposition.
The worst was exactly what Bellisario dished out when she released the hold and shoveled Samara onto her back. Kneeling above the conquered crown of her foe, Bellisario inched forward, then sat down with every bit of her weight atop Weaving’s defenseless features.
It was an affront and Samara reacted accordingly, thrashing and wriggling in a valiant effort to escape the unnecessary humiliation. But some nights valiant wasn’t enough, and last Saturday proved the perfect example. Offering those assembled that hateful smirk seen only on the face of a victorious brunette, Bellisario took possession of Weaving’s wrists and proceeded to BEAT her forearms against the canvas until the thrashing gave way to squirming. Soon that gave way to muffled pleading, poor Samara at least temporarily divested of her pride in a doomed effort to escape the haughty, smothering buttocks of her foe.
Escape only came in unconsciousness, itself a long time in coming, at least as far as all good people are concerned. Bellisario left the ring without further incident, as if adding such an odious blemish on the record of a promising blonde wrestler wasn’t enough.
After that the card continued and if we’re judging solely by Main Events it ended on a high note because Blake Lively submitted the always troublesome Kendall Jenner with a truly impressive Figure Eight Leglock.
But I implore you, dear readers.
Do not forget the torment and embarrassment heaped upon Samara Weaving in the middle of the card.
Do not forget the threat posed by Troian Bellisario and her seemingly endless array of human knots.
Just like another deadly (and ultimately overlooked) threat, she creeps.
Saturday it was one of my favorites.
Next week it might be one of yours.
The threat is real. Troian Bellisario must be stopped.
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Are Blonde! and Brunette! exclusive to the Walkin Dude Cinematic Universe? I'm 100% certain I've heard them come up before, but I'm not sure if it was him.
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Greetings,
No, BLONDE! and BRUNETTE! are absolutely not my creations, I'm pretty sure they were first used by Simguy back during his work on the FCBA. When the idea for a match between Troian and Samara crossed my mind, I liked the idea of doing it from the viewpoint of someone who wouldn't relish Bellisario's victory as much as I would, thus I looked to the good folks at BLONDE! to make it happen.
Hope you enjoyed, and many thanks to Flash for posting when I'm too lazy to do so.
~rf
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My life for yours Walkin Dude
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My life for yours Walkin Dude
No need for that! Just glad you enjoyed. I'll need to give Samara a W during her next outing, she's a great fighting image and there's some pretty solid match-ups out there for her. I just have a terrible weakness when it comes to Troian tying her foes in increasingly complicated knots. :D
~rf
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You're the best, Walkin' Dude! Loved Troian/Samara.
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You're the best, Walkin' Dude! Loved Troian/Samara.
Many thanks! I'll never get tired of writing for Troi and I think it's only a matter of time before Samara makes it into my regular rotation. Her work in MAYHEM and READY OR NOT (among other things) are too strong to be ignored when it comes to femfight potential.
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You're the best, Walkin' Dude! Loved Troian/Samara.
Many thanks! I'll never get tired of writing for Troi and I think it's only a matter of time before Samara makes it into my regular rotation. Her work in MAYHEM and READY OR NOT (among other things) are too strong to be ignored when it comes to femfight potential.
I know her career hasn't exactly been on fire for a couple of years, so inspiration might be a little hard to come by, but if you did ever find a spot for Amanda Righetti, that would certainly be awesome! :)
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Another great story, I hope one day to see Famke Janssen’s Reverse Headscissors in action, blondes and gingers fear her thighs!
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You're the best, Walkin' Dude! Loved Troian/Samara.
Many thanks! I'll never get tired of writing for Troi and I think it's only a matter of time before Samara makes it into my regular rotation. Her work in MAYHEM and READY OR NOT (among other things) are too strong to be ignored when it comes to femfight potential.
I know her career hasn't exactly been on fire for a couple of years, so inspiration might be a little hard to come by, but if you did ever find a spot for Amanda Righetti, that would certainly be awesome! :)
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I don't think the Dude would mind me observing that he is NO need of being sold on the virtues of Big Rigs. ;D
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You're the best, Walkin' Dude! Loved Troian/Samara.
Many thanks! I'll never get tired of writing for Troi and I think it's only a matter of time before Samara makes it into my regular rotation. Her work in MAYHEM and READY OR NOT (among other things) are too strong to be ignored when it comes to femfight potential.
I know her career hasn't exactly been on fire for a couple of years, so inspiration might be a little hard to come by, but if you did ever find a spot for Amanda Righetti, that would certainly be awesome! :)
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I don't think the Dude would mind me observing that he is NO need of being sold on the virtues of Big Rigs. ;D
Aly is right in this regard, Amanda R is one of my favorite Destroyer class muses, in fact I wrote several matches for her FAWN alter-ego last summer and fall. As for seeing her here in Finish Her, I'd have to figure out the appropriate foe, but it's certainly not out of the question. It's quite easy to imagine Big Rigs smashing opposition through the canvas with a Powerbomb, or just bending their spine across her shoulders with a Torture Rack!
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You're the best, Walkin' Dude! Loved Troian/Samara.
Many thanks! I'll never get tired of writing for Troi and I think it's only a matter of time before Samara makes it into my regular rotation. Her work in MAYHEM and READY OR NOT (among other things) are too strong to be ignored when it comes to femfight potential.
I know her career hasn't exactly been on fire for a couple of years, so inspiration might be a little hard to come by, but if you did ever find a spot for Amanda Righetti, that would certainly be awesome! :)
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Looks like she's doing a workout for her facesitting muscles.
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You're the best, Walkin' Dude! Loved Troian/Samara.
Many thanks! I'll never get tired of writing for Troi and I think it's only a matter of time before Samara makes it into my regular rotation. Her work in MAYHEM and READY OR NOT (among other things) are too strong to be ignored when it comes to femfight potential.
I know her career hasn't exactly been on fire for a couple of years, so inspiration might be a little hard to come by, but if you did ever find a spot for Amanda Righetti, that would certainly be awesome! :)
(https://thumbs2.imagebam.com/fb/ae/05/cd87731364933466.jpg) (http://www.imagebam.com/image/cd87731364933466)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I don't think the Dude would mind me observing that he is NO need of being sold on the virtues of Big Rigs. ;D
Aly is right in this regard, Amanda R is one of my favorite Destroyer class muses, in fact I wrote several matches for her FAWN alter-ego last summer and fall. As for seeing her here in Finish Her, I'd have to figure out the appropriate foe, but it's certainly not out of the question. It's quite easy to imagine Big Rigs smashing opposition through the canvas with a Powerbomb, or just bending their spine across her shoulders with a Torture Rack!
Thanks! The writing for FAWN (and its whole universe) is amazing. I've always been more of a classic "celebrity fantasy" kind of guy, so I've always struggled with the alter egos a bit. And not a lot of success for Celia, lately...
Anyway - just wanted to put the name out there, and it would make my day if Amanda ever showed up on this thread, of course!
Oh, and as for an opponent, I could totally see Kira Kosarin makin' a go at Manda. (Not that I'd ever entertain that thought for the FCBA - I'm Bonzo over there!) Presumably not a match for Amanda in physical prowess, but definitely in confidence.
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You're the best, Walkin' Dude! Loved Troian/Samara.
Many thanks! I'll never get tired of writing for Troi and I think it's only a matter of time before Samara makes it into my regular rotation. Her work in MAYHEM and READY OR NOT (among other things) are too strong to be ignored when it comes to femfight potential.
I know her career hasn't exactly been on fire for a couple of years, so inspiration might be a little hard to come by, but if you did ever find a spot for Amanda Righetti, that would certainly be awesome! :)
(https://thumbs2.imagebam.com/fb/ae/05/cd87731364933466.jpg) (http://www.imagebam.com/image/cd87731364933466)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I don't think the Dude would mind me observing that he is NO need of being sold on the virtues of Big Rigs. ;D
Aly is right in this regard, Amanda R is one of my favorite Destroyer class muses, in fact I wrote several matches for her FAWN alter-ego last summer and fall. As for seeing her here in Finish Her, I'd have to figure out the appropriate foe, but it's certainly not out of the question. It's quite easy to imagine Big Rigs smashing opposition through the canvas with a Powerbomb, or just bending their spine across her shoulders with a Torture Rack!
Thanks! The writing for FAWN (and its whole universe) is amazing. I've always been more of a classic "celebrity fantasy" kind of guy, so I've always struggled with the alter egos a bit. And not a lot of success for Celia, lately...
Anyway - just wanted to put the name out there, and it would make my day if Amanda ever showed up on this thread, of course!
Oh, and as for an opponent, I could totally see Kira Kosarin makin' a go at Manda. (Not that I'd ever entertain that thought for the FCBA - I'm Bonzo over there!) Presumably not a match for Amanda in physical prowess, but definitely in confidence.
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*Hulk Hogan point* YOU!!!!
We're gonna get a bit in the weeds here, people, so feel free to jump ahead. But I've often (and only half jokingly) taken credit for Hawkeye's near quarter century now association with Michelle Williams, because way back in the late 90's, he was getting ready to join a celeb wrestling fed with Claire Danes, but I already had Claire, which caused him to go searching for another girl. And an obsession was born. :-) I now fully understand how he felt, because you had Kira before I worked up the nerve to jump into FCBA.
But Dude, I will bribe you to make this match happen, now that it has been spoken into the ether. :-)
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Hello Friends,
Ahhhh, Kira K! A very interesting choice, I'd imagine her effort as being quite valiant, albeit ultimately doomed against the powerhouse redhead. Can't offer any promises at the moment as I've recently had Naomi Scott and Chloe Grace-Moretz demanding a shot at one another, but I think I've got a seed of an idea of Kosarin and Righetti that could prove satisfying for those interested. Gimme a week or so to mull it over, I'll see if I can't put something together.
Have a good one,
~rf
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that was terrific walkin dude. You are who so many of us followed serving as the role model
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*Hulk Hogan point* YOU!!!!
We're gonna get a bit in the weeds here, people, so feel free to jump ahead. But I've often (and only half jokingly) taken credit for Hawkeye's near quarter century now association with Michelle Williams, because way back in the late 90's, he was getting ready to join a celeb wrestling fed with Claire Danes, but I already had Claire, which caused him to go searching for another girl. And an obsession was born. :-) I now fully understand how he felt, because you had Kira before I worked up the nerve to jump into FCBA.
But Dude, I will bribe you to make this match happen, now that it has been spoken into the ether. :-)
Yeah, I can relate. For me it was Ali Landry when I started out in the FCBA way back - already taken! And, of course, Righetti herself was already managed when I got to know her. Thankfully, Technetium allowed me to co-manage. :)
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that was terrific walkin dude. You are who so many of us followed serving as the role model
Thanks Interac, I appreciate that more than you know. Along related lines, many thanks to you for using Janet Montgomery on a regular basis, I think she's a fantastic fighting muse and it's great to see her in action here.
~rf
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that was terrific walkin dude. You are who so many of us followed serving as the role model
Thanks Interac, I appreciate that more than you know. Along related lines, many thanks to you for using Janet Montgomery on a regular basis, I think she's a fantastic fighting muse and it's great to see her in action here.
~rf
Thanks she has been by far my favorite and brought me back into writing
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Natasha Romanov, the renowned Black Widow, was no stranger to the world of femme versus femme combat. She had experienced the whole gamut, from the rough and tumble to the lurid. Though many would-be opponents sought to cross her path, it usually took something really noteworthy to make any one stand out against the others; but when that did happen, the confrontation was sure to be a memorable one. Take for example one Sondra Pranksy. By most metrics, Sondra shouldn’t have been a match for Natasha. She was not some superhuman or trained fighting expert, just a mousy little blonde – a journalist, of all things. But where Sondra lacked in martial prowess, she made up for it by offering a truly unique challenge – and in the manner of duel that she had proposed, there was no question that she would be a formidable rival for Natasha. And so they met in a contest that thus far had proven to be quite competitive.
The battle felt like it had been dragging on for hours. Surely it had not been literally that long since they had started, but by now both women had lost track of time – the penthouse was vacant save for the two of them, and no one else was there to mark its passage for them. Alone in their own little world, the only event that would have any significance would be when one ascended to victory and the other fell into defeat. Natasha in her black silk panties was aching and exhausted; she was covered in sweat and her chin-length red hair clung stringily to the side of her head. Sondra in her red cotton panties was hardly any better off; with her flaxen hair up in a bun that had become half-disheveled, she was similarly parched and sweaty.
Both women had their hands clasped around the back of the other’s neck like a lover, and from here they pulled themselves into each other as their bare breasts collided between them. The air was filled with a steady drumbeat of jug smacking into jug, accompanied by the roar of guttural and anguished cries from redhead and blonde alike. Their pace was slow, but they were making every hit count as they put as much force into it as they could to maximize the violence of each impact. The two sets of breasts sometimes came together head-on, sometimes striking from side to side. Both Natasha and Sondra were all but in tears by now as their battered orbs throbbed painfully with each dreadful contact, but still they pressed on.
It was uncanny to Natasha just how evenly matched Sondra was against her. How such a woman could exist with a body that proportioned so perfectly to mirror her own was a conundrum that neither she nor the blonde would ever likely learn the answer to. But when all was said and done, one thing was certain – she and Sondra would not be equals. One of them was destined to prevail over the other. And Natasha was determined to see that she would be that one.
Unclasping her hands and moving them to grasp Sondra’s shoulders, Natasha used the leverage to start thrusting her chest forward at a more fervent pace and with all of the strength that she had left to draw upon. Sondra’s facial expression twisted into a tortured visage as her lips poured forth one agonized wail after another. The blonde was backpedaling now as the frenzied strikes piled on, and for a moment it looked like her chest was finally about to give way to the redhead’s. However, Sondra suddenly seemed to find resolve as she planted her feet, matched Natasha’s grip, and started dishing back as good as she got. The two pairs of breasts smashed straight into together once, twice, and then a third time in short succession; a fourth blow broke the impasse as it buckled the redhead’s legs and knocked her to the floor on her ass.
Natasha sniveled as she sat half-reclined and propped up only by her forearms beneath her. The pain in her breasts seemed to finally be overwhelming her, and she had no idea how much more abuse they were capable of withstanding. But as her composure returned, she looked up and saw Sondra staring back down at her. The blonde likewise seemed quite shaken per the expression on her face, but there were zero signs of quit in her eyes as she gazed back down at the redhead – hurting though she may be, Sondra was fully intent on finishing things. Deep within Natasha’s heart, a fire ignited unlike any that had ever burned there before; her face formed into a raging scowl as she rose to her feet so that she could meet her blonde foe for the final stretch of their clash.
With the two coming into arm’s reach once again, the redhead seized the initiative as she rammed her tits straight into the blonde’s. Both women’s faces contorted as abraded skin mashed together and as stiff nipples speared into opposing jug. After a prolonged stretch grinding together, the two racks separated and drove into each other again – this impact put a visible wobble in Sondra’s legs and sent her backing up with a tired groan. Natasha lined up for another hit, but on her way in her foe dipped slightly and she was met by the counterthrust of Sondra’s tits into the undersides of her own. The pain staggered the redhead in place and sent her reeling – she was now wide open as the blonde let loose and began to swing for the fences. Sondra’s breasts clubbed back and forth into hers from each side, rocking her again and again as she cried out; one last frontal blow plowed into Natasha’s chest and sent her crashing to the floor for a second time with a loud wail.
There was no hiding the depths of her suffering this time. Natasha bawled as she lay on her back and cradled her ransacked breasts in her hands. There was also no resistance she could offer as Sondra straddled her waist and pried those hands away, pinning her wrists to the floor. The blonde dropped down swiftly and slammed her tits into the redhead’s, coercing out an anguished scream; as they were lifted off of Natasha’s chest, they smashed down a second time moments later and drew out yet another howl. Over and over and over again Natasha felt her tits being pounded by Sondra’s, her anguished screams steadily devolving until she reached a state of sobbing incoherence; one final blow caused the battered orbs to yield completely as they were crushed by the dominant pair.
A triumphant smile formed on Sondra’s lips as she pushed down with her breasts into Natasha’s, her firm pair mashing the redhead’s beaten set flat beneath them as she made a demand: “Whose are better? Say it!”
“Yours,” Natasha wept, “Yours are better.”
Sondra purred and leaned forward, dragging her breasts up until they were dangling above Natasha’s head. “Now little spider, you know what comes next. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Natasha whimpered as she brought her lips up to Sondra’s bosom and began to suckle on the blonde’s nipple. This was but the beginning of the worship she would have to provide to the other girl’s superior pair – there was no option other than to comply.
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More magic from the Walkin Dude!
I don't know about you, but when I got this jewel in my mail box this afternoon, I just knew that 2021 is off to a spectacular start. ;D
Chloë Grace Moretz vs Naomi Scott
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They’d met before the fight, or perhaps it was more accurate to say they’d encountered one another before the fight. They’d nodded across crowds at a few of the same premieres, posed in a couple of group shots at the same parties and each could distinctly recall a brief, though spirited discussion about their shared distaste for one Bella Thorne on the back lawn of the house they now occupied.
However it wasn’t until they’d been invited to battle on the Casting Couch at the house in Coldheart Canyon that Chloe Grace-Moretz and Naomi Scott properly introduced themselves to one another.
It took each young woman roughly ten minutes to understand that she loathed her adversary for the evening.
A word on the venue.
The ‘Casting Couch’ wasn’t a literal piece of furniture, nor was it a poorly veiled euphemism for some corpulent talent agent’s weekend love nest. Rather it’s one of many, let’s call them unique, design features of an old (it’d just celebrated its centennial the year prior) mansion tucked away in a seldom visited stretch of the Hollywood Hills. Imagine if you will, a large room furnished to evoke thoughts of old Hollywood glamour. In the center of this room is a sunken square measuring twenty feet on each side. The square is four feet deep, covered in a thick, cream-colored carpet and three of its four sides are lined with sectional couches, thus allowing for two to three dozen guests to sit and observe. The fourth side is similarly furnished, though the seating is interrupted by the short set of steps that grant entrance and egress to the space. The couches on either side of these steps are the only two possessed of arm rests and were highly sought after, when guests were still allowed at these bouts.
Back in the bad old days, the couches were occupied by all sorts of executives, agents, directors and studio heads, each ‘looking for their next star’ among the women that came to the house in Coldheart Canyon to make a name for themselves or settle a longstanding grudge. Of course these ‘ringside seats’ were nothing more than a veiled excuse for the suits in attendance to cop a feel in the midst of a pitched battle and the practice was abruptly discontinued in the early nineties when a particularly odious record company executive had his jaw broken by a redhead who will remain nameless. Not that the fights stopped, mind you. Indeed their popularity increased overnight once the potential participants realized they didn’t have to prepare for anyone other than their opponent.
And so it was that Chloe Grace Moretz and Naomi Scott were invited to that grand old house up in a forgotten corner of the Hollywood Hills. A mutual patron knew the blonde fancied herself an arm collector, as she’d submitted several foes with nothing more complicated than a Hammerlock applied from various angles while the brunette had made a name in the last couple of years with an Iron Claw that yielded several bawling surrenders when applied to face or belly.
This patron offered up Coldheart Canyon and several zeroes as incentive. Each accepted within minutes.
The money was excellent, neither would argue that point. But the prospect of submitting a potential rival within the confines of the Casting Couch? To add her reedy, hopeless voice to the chorus of defeated wails that’d sounded throughout that large, elegantly appointed room for more than a century?
That went beyond money. That was pricel--
“HHHHRRRGGGK!” Chloe made an ugly grating sound from deep in the back of her throat when Naomi drove a knee into her belly for what felt like the tenth time in less than thirty seconds. Scott smiled at the breathless anguish in that sound, but the expression faded when the tenacious blonde tightened down on the Hammerlock that had Naomi’s left hand wrenched up between her own shoulders.
“Stubborn bitch.” the brunette growled through clenched teeth. “Let go of my goddamned arMAAARRRHHH FUCK YOU!”
Moretz shook her head ‘no’, sucked in a ragged breath as she tried to squirm her way to a better seat. She was seated on the floor with her sweat-tacky back pressed snug to one of the long couches, about five feet removed from the steps leading up to the rest of the room. Scott was half in her lap, the pink clad battler seated awkwardly astride the blonde’s left thigh. The arrangement was a stalemate they both hated, as Chloe had hold of Naomi’s trapped arm at wrist and elbow, while Scott’s right knee was in perfect position to gouge her foe’s tummy with near impunity.
“Tell ya what, candy-ass,” Chloe huffed, “I’ll let go of your arm as soon as you get that fat fucking knee out of my stomHHHHRRRGGGHH!”
Scott hit her again, the trapped battler drawing her right leg as far back as it’d go before driving the bony joint deep into Moretz’s gulping midsection. “Got a better idea.” Scott let her forehead rest on the seat cushion because the blonde’s touch made her want to scream. “Let go of my arm and I won’t jam my knee right through this pudding you call a belly. Oh, and if you puke on me I swear to god you’ll pay for AAAAAAAAAHHH SHIT!”
Nausea be damned, Chloe gathered her strength and CRANKED up on the Hammerlock with the kind of ferocity she usually reserved for Emma Watson. “TAP OUT!” the blonde shrieked as Scotty’s writhing put even more pressure on Moretz’s left knee. “I’LL BREAK IT, NAOMI!” she bellowed to the empty room. “DON’T FUCKING TEST ME, BECAUSE I’LL BREAK MMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Chloe had thrown her head back to voice this declaration and Naomi made her pay for it by pressing her right hand tight to the blonde’s mouth and nose. It was definitely more HOM than Iron Claw, but it didn’t much matter to either of them once Scott pinched Chloe’s nostrils between thumb and forefinger. Dark eyes wide and rolling, Moretz still refused to relinquish the Hammerlock even though her grip had loosened in time with Palm Smother. Burning energy she couldn’t afford to lose, Chloe fought to get free of that malicious mitt if only to sink her teeth into the soft flesh between thumb and forefing-- “HHHHHRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Scott skewered her foe with another knee strike, only this time she drove it into the center of the blonde’s leopard-print briefs. The iron grip on her left arm rusted to nothing and Naomi screamed her relief into the couch as she rolled that shoulder for the first time in what felt like hours.
“Chuuuuhhh…. cheating whore.” Moretz sobbed when Scotty pulled her hand away. “You went fucking lowoooohhhhhh ooooowwwwwww HRRRGGHH!”
Naomi scrambled backward, snatched her rival by the ankles and dragged her to the middle of the carpet like a cavewoman, whereupon reaching she stretched the blonde’s legs wide and stomped a heel into the pit of her stomach! Chloe folded up or at least tried, she didn’t even make it to a seat before Naomi nudged her down flat again.
“You’ve been pulling my hair and raking my briefs all night.” Scott sniffed after she’d dropped Moretz’s legs. “Not my fault those receipts come with interest.”
“Duuuhhh… don’t you dare act like that was just me.” Grace Moretz answered in gut-shot agony. “We’ve been playing rough since the very beginnHOOOFFFHHH AAAWWWW GAWD!”
Naomi didn’t have the energy to jump, she simply let herself drop ass-first into the pit of the blonde’s stomach! She shuddered from one end to the other, not that it was enough to dismount her rider, who was already stretching out to pin her down in a gulping, groaning starfish. Snaking her calves in under Chloe’s, the brunette stretched the Grapevine wide even before she’d collected her rival’s wrists. The god awful ache in her left arm convinced Naomi to keep it angled across the hollow of Moretz’s throat while her right hand kept the blonde’s wrists bound together on the carpet overhead.
Deep breaths forced Scott’s flat midriff tight to Chloe’s abused abs, making what’d been an even contest thirty minutes prior now little more than a one-sided drubbing.
“Quit.” Naomi demanded, her dark eyes shining. “I want to hear you say it, Chloe.”
“Never.” Moretz’s answer was little more than a rasp thanks to the prolonged punishment and that encroaching forearm. “Kuuuhhh…kiss my ass, you sneaking bitNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNNGGGHHHHH! STOP! STOP FOR FUCK’S SAKE, I SUBMIT!”
Infuriated by the denial, Scott pushed up by a good six inches, then dove down with as much force as she could muster. One felt good and two was downright satisfying, but Naomi didn’t really find her rhythm ‘til the fourth collision which was why it was so disappointing to hear Chloe break down shortly thereafter.
“HHHHRRRGGGGH! No more! No more!” Moretz wailed following the seventh sawed-off Splash. “I submit godammit, just leave me alo--”
Scott moved her left hand to the side of Chloe’s face and twisted her head to the side so she could put her lips to the blonde’s ear. “Quit, bitch. That’s why the chime hasn’t sounded and we both know it. Say it loud, if you still can.”
Chloe closed her eyes, willing the tears down even as her stomach churned like a spasmodic washing machine. “I quit.” her voice was loud and clear, then noticeably shakier when the silence continued smooth and unbroken. “I QUIT! I QUIT, JUST GET OFFFFFFFF!”
The chime sounded and Naomi clambered to her knees, the sweat-soaked grappler smoothing her hair with both hands despite the painful ache in her left arm. Expression darkening as she felt a bit of movement from the blonde, Scotty flicked out a hand to CRACK Moretz across the cheek.
“That’s for trying to break my arm.” she explained to Chloe, who regarded her with hating ‘how could you?’ eyes.
“You went to my trunks.” Chloe growled. “I’ll remember that when I get my rematchhhhhhnnnnnngggggggghhhh!”
Tired of the loser’s threats, Naomi Scott got to her feet and very deliberately pressed her right heel to the fork of Chloe’s crotch. Offering up a weary, yet exultant double bicep flex to whoever was watching from elsewhere in the house, Naomi bounced that planted heel one more time before she strode up the steps leading away from the Casting Couch.
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“Yours,” Natasha wept, “Yours are better.”
Sondra purred and leaned forward, dragging her breasts up until they were dangling above Natasha’s head. “Now little spider, you know what comes next. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Natasha whimpered as she brought her lips up to Sondra’s bosom and began to suckle on the blonde’s nipple. This was but the beginning of the worship she would have to provide to the other girl’s superior pair – there was no option other than to comply.
Excellent work, good sir! I remember you floating this idea in one of our previous conversations, am thrilled to see how it played out in full. Distressing finish for Natasha of course, but it opens up an interesting avenue of training, should she ever work up the will for a rematch.
~rf
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A triumphant smile formed on Sondra’s lips as she pushed down with her breasts into Natasha’s, her firm pair mashing the redhead’s beaten set flat beneath them as she made a demand: “Whose are better? Say it!”
“Yours,” Natasha wept, “Yours are better.”
Sondra purred and leaned forward, dragging her breasts up until they were dangling above Natasha’s head. “Now little spider, you know what comes next. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Natasha whimpered as she brought her lips up to Sondra’s bosom and began to suckle on the blonde’s nipple. This was but the beginning of the worship she would have to provide to the other girl’s superior pair – there was no option other than to comply.
It's amazing to see a superwoman like Black widow dominated and humiliated by a "normal" woman, great work!
I'd like to read another similar defeat for her :) :)
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Jackflash Jump and rest of writers: congratulations for creating together the best thread in the forum.
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I think I have Naomi Scott specific amnesia. Every single time I see a picture of her all I can think is, "who is this goddess?" Yet I completely forget her name until the next time I see a picture of her and have the same reaction.
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I think I have Naomi Scott specific amnesia. Every single time I see a picture of her all I can think is, "who is this goddess?" Yet I completely forget her name until the next time I see a picture of her and have the same reaction.
Naomi's definitely one of the newer names on my fightin' muse list. She's got a great look / vibe to her and there's a lot of names that she matches up well against. Chloe's near the top of that list at the moment and I have the feeling they're not done with one another quite yet. Glad you enjoyed!
~rf
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Jackflash Jump and rest of writers: congratulations for creating together the best thread in the forum.
This thread has so vastly exceeded whatever expectations I may have had when I started it, and I can't thank everyone who contributes or just enjoys the posts enough. ;D
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The Walkin Dude is on a roll, and we are all the better for it!
Amanda Righetti vs Kira Kosarin
by The Walkin Dude
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“What are you trying to prove?” the champ asked her challenger once the latter had regained her footing following a desperate climb up the ropes. “That you belong in here with the likes of Theron? Gadot? Upton?”
Breathing hard, the challenger mopped a forearm across her fever-hot brow, then flipped the hair outta her eyes and turned to face the champion. “I already know I can stand with them, ‘Manda.” she rasped. “Tonight I’m here for you… and that big gaudy belt you wear.”
Righetti snorted, a derisive noise she made no effort to hide. “You can barely stand, girl.” the redhead scoffed. “Hell, you can’t even get your butt off the middle ro--”
CRACK!
Kira Kosarin lurched off the strands and lashed her adversary across the chest with a Knife-Edge Chop. That same Chop had put Kat McPhee flat on her ass in a match that was less than ten minutes old, but Amanda barely ceded half a step in a match that was nearing the end of a thirty minute time limit.
Upper lip curled in angry irritation, Righetti pointed her right shoulder at Kira and answered with a Knife-Edge that sent the younger brunette backpedaling toward the ropes. “This tenacious tyro act got old about fifteen minutes ago.”
Amanda admitted as she made a minor adjustment to the strap of her off the shoulder gray one-piece. “Next time I put you down, you damned well better stay doNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Kosarin stormed into the breach with a Big Boot that caromed off the redhead’s jaw, then followed it up with half a dozen more Chops, each of them deepening the collection of ugly red welts tattooed just north of Amanda’s décolletage!
“C’MON!” the brunette bellowed to the crowd when Righetti actually ceded the center of the ring to her challenger. Not about to rest when she had Big Rigs in retreat, Kira tromped after champ and snatched a huge handful of that hateful copper braid. “Where do you think you’re going, bee--”
CRAAAAAACK!
Amanda caught Kosarin across the face with an Overhand Slap that made her knees go weak and her jaw go numb. Catching her own grip on the brunette’s battle damp tresses, Righetti followed up with a much lighter slap, then jabbed an index finger beneath Kira’s nose. “Watch your mouth, brat. Flavor of the month isn’t a label that carries much weight with me, no matter how many assholes are singing your pra--”
There was a THAWHUNK! followed by an ooooooohhh! from the fans when Kosarin sacrificed a hank of hair to smash a Headbutt into the champion’s sternum from pointblank range. Amanda’s legs shuddered but didn’t give way, so Kira stuffed a Toe Kick into her belly and almost screamed with pleasure when she caught the redhead in a Front Facelock. Slinging Righetti’s near arm across her shoulders in the next instant, Kosarin helped herself to a snug grip on the champ’s togs (just above her right hip) and gathered her reserves to--
Amanda threaded her right leg around Kira’s to block whatever show of force the challenger had in mind. “I don’t think so, bitch.” Kira bore down on the Facelock with enough force to make cauliflower of the redhead’s ears. “You’ve had your way for the last time tonOOOWWWRRRGGHH!”
Big Rigs stamped a heel down on her challenger’s toes, but rather than prize her way loose of the Front Facelock she simply straightened up while simultaneously bearing down on the arm Kosarin had draped over her shoulders. The result was a reversal of their previous arrangement, Amanda in firm control of the younger woman’s head while Kira squirmed and fought in search of escape. She might’ve found it given enough time, alas Righetti was not known for her generosity and it was only a matter of heartbeats before she clamped down on those white and gold trunks and muscled Kosarin skyward for a Vertical Supl-- Amanda reversed course when her burden reached one o’clock, the domineering champion tossing Kira into a short, vicious freefall that culminated with the challenger crashing down flat on her face, chest and belly!
Such an impact should’ve left Kosarin stretched out full length, yet ‘Manda knew adrenaline could do all sorts of things for the truly foolhardy and so she did an about-face and ran the ropes without waiting to see if Kosarin still had the strength to roll over, let alone rise. This predator’s instinct proved correct when Kira bounced to one knee, then clambered to boot-leather mere heartbeats after the initial impact.
The sound of Amanda’s Lariat meeting Kira’s clavicle was heavy and somehow damp, like a baseball bat striking wet clay. It was loud too, loud enough to ring in the collective ears of the audience long after it’d turned Kosarin inside out on her way back to the canvas-sheathed plywood.
Somewhere miles overhead, Righetti wiped perspiration from each arm and made a point of ‘flicking’ it down onto the flattened challenger. Such blatant disrespect converted most of those incredulous cheers back to sneering boos, which in turn earned a knowing smile from Big Rigs before she pulled Kira upright with a double handful of hair.
“Thuuuuhhhh… that all ya goHUUFFFFHHH!”
Righetti cut the question off with a Toe Kick that allowed her to stuff Kosarin’s head between her thighs with a minimum of effort. A breathy tickle against her inner thighs told the champ that Kira might still be trying to talk, so she squeezed the Scissors harder than she necessary as she hunched forward to cinch both arms around Kosarin’s waist. Digging knotted fists into the brunette’s tummy, ‘Manda muscled the challenger up onto her shoulders and began to spin in place. One, two, three full rotations, the capacity crowd at the Yellow Sign Tavern almost nauseous with anticipation by the time the redhead slung her prey down and dropped to a seat, Righetti just PLANTING Kosarin in the middle of the ring courtesy a hateful Spiral Bomb.
The impact folded Kira in half, all the redhead had to do was apply some gentle pressure to those upturned haunches and the three count would be hers. So of course she put both hands to Kosarin’s glutes and shoved her into an insensate somersault that put the brunette’s hair within easy reach. Reeling Kosarin into the second Standing Headscissors was a bit more cumbersome, but Amanda had plenty of experience hoisting deadweight and so it wasn’t long before she had the younger woman astride her shoulders for another Powerbomb.
No Spiral this time around, instead Righetti hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes of Kosarin’s trunks, thus allowing her to grab a handful of lycra at each hip. These hooks ensured even greater elevation when she muscled Kira off her perch, they also made most of the challenger’s briefs vanish in a savage wedgie. Eyes wide with shock and dismay, Kosarin managed to windmill her arms once before Righetti buried her at the bottom of a crater with another ring-shaking Powerbomb.
Kira was nothing more than a starfish by now, a perfect portrait of defeat that Amanda still felt the urge to tinker with, as evidenced by the dismissive way she nudged the brunette’s splayed legs together. Once that was done she circled around to Kosarin’s left, dropped to her knees and stretched out across Kira’s chest. Righetti didn’t bother to hook a leg, she didn’t even put a hand to the younger woman’s belly. Her only concession to the idea that Kosarin might kick out was the manacle grip she clamped around her right wrist. With her other hand pressed to the mat and her tummy heavy on the brunette’s chest, Amanda looked straight into the hard camera and offered it a wink when the official counted a desultory…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Smirking as the boos rained down, the victorious redhead settled back onto her haunches with Kira’s limp wrist still in one hand. She should’ve just tossed it away but the champ held onto it until the referee walked over to return the ten pounds of leather & gold that was her championship. Instead of taking it herself, Righetti made Kosarin ‘reach’ for the title just to swat that hand like she was an unruly toddler seeking cookies beyond her grasp.
“No, no, no, that’s not for losers.” Amanda purred after she tossed the defeated brunette’s mitt aside and the gold was snugged around her waist once more. “It’s not for any of you.”
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Historical notes: Marilyn Monroe fought in the first and second annual Battles of the Blonde Bombshells, giving a performance that was disappointing to say the least both years. Nevertheless, she showed up at the third annual competition enthusiastic and confident. At the last minute, however, Marilyn mysteriously vanished. Some witnesses report seeing a woman in a hat and sunglasses exiting the arena from the rear, while others speculate that one of Marilyn's competitors decided to go after her backstage.
The other competitors disapproved of Marilyn's sudden withdrawal.
The day after the third annual Battle of the Blonde Bombshells
Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Marilyn paced back and forth in her upstairs bedroom, holding the lower half of her pretty face in one hand and sucking in air through her clenched teeth. The sound from her front door was loud and jarring, but hidden behind it, issuing from Marilyn's back yard, several women's voices shouted over each other angrily. Marilyn spun around and turned her head up, eyes wide, straining to make sense of it. She looked past her open bedroom door to the stairs, then turned to her second story bedroom window.
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Marilyn
Meanwhile...
Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Cleo Moore's red lips twisted up as she struggled to open her eyes. Her eyelids quivered as her face muscles clenched, deforming her face even further. With her cheek pressed to Jayne Mansfield's hip, and Jayne's arm firmly wrapped around her neck, the helpless actress bent at the waist and weakly shoved at Jayne's thighs. As Jayne scowled and swung her knee up into Cleo's stomach, the trapped blonde winced and bowed her back, straightening her legs as the blow lifted her off the ground. As she fell back down to her starting pose, her wide ass bumped against Marilyn's doorbell again. Ding dong!
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Cleo
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Jayne
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Diana Dors arm stiffened as her knuckles crushed Kathleen Hughes cheek. Her follow through was flawless; her arm remained straight, and her legs and hips rotated her upper body, putting enough force behind the haymaker to send Kathleen back over Marilyn's back porch railing. Diana winced and unclenched her fist, shaking her sore hand as Kathleen's spread legs swung up, and her body dropped down flat on her back, feet resting between the vertical railing bars. Stepping forward to look over the railing, Diana frowned and swatted some dust away from her arm."You couldn't have handled Marilyn anyway, you cream pfffffffff!"
Anita Ekberg struck without warning, her tall, wide, powerful body striking Diana's stomach at high speed. Diana's eyes widened as Anita hugged her around the waist and continued her charge, sending her into the air for a moment before the two crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs. "She's mine! I got here first!" growled Diana between gasps. Trapped, but squirming frantically, Diana's hugged Anita's neck and yanked her hair violently while the bigger woman pinned her down.
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Diana
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Kathleen
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Anita
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Jeanne Carmen's head wavered back and forth, and her eyes crossed. Her foot swung up, as if trying to advance, and then drifted back down, crossing her ankles. With her back to the second story balcony railing, she swayed precariously, doing her best to untangle her elegant legs without sending herself over the edge. Her arms hovered at chest height, wiggling as she tried to remain upright.
Mamie Van Doren, standing just out of reach, sighed impatiently. With a quick step forward, her arm shot out straight, and her knuckles scored a direct hit on Jeanne's nose. The dazed actress squeaked and stiffened, standing up on her toes. Teetering backward, her butt plopped down on the railing, and her eyes widened... for an instant, before Mamie grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the balcony. Jeanne gasped as Mamie pivoted on the spot, gripping her arm firmly at the elbow and wrist. With a grunt, Mamie swung Jeanne in a wide circle, forcing the actress to stumble and build up speed in an arc. For a moment, Jeanne relaxed... until she neared the opposite end of the semi-circle and found herself running straight at the waist high balcony!
On the porch, Diana writhed, her body interlocked with Anita's still. She had the bigger blonde on her back, but Anita was far from cooperative. With her palm on Diana's chin, Anita pushed upwards, trying to twist her tormentor's neck and throw her off balance. "Eeeeeeeeee!" The loud scream began above the pair, but rapidly descended. Anita and Diana paused and turned their heads to the side, just in time to see Jeanne plunge past them, arms and legs flailing in the air desperately. With a splash, Jeanne struck the surface of Marilyn's pool, immediately vanishing in a shower of water. After a moment, her head burst through the surface with a smaller splash. Completely soaked, Jeanne's hair had flattened and molded itself to her head, the messy, suddenly straight blonde strands covering her eyes. She bobbed up and down, spitting water, before taking a deep, desperate breath.
At ground level, below the adjacent balcony, Grace Lee Whitney scowled, gripped the white, vine covered trellis, and pulled herself up, wedging her foot between the slats. When the trellis held her weight, she tilted her neck up to gaze at the balcony, and began to climb.
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Jeanne
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Mamie
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Grace
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Greta Thyssen stood astride a short ornamental shrub, leaning back and forth as she gazed through the open window. Angry women's voices shouted over each other from the inside, but muffled beyond recognition by distance and internal walls. After hesitating for a few moments, Greta put on an angry pout, leaned forward, and stuck her head through the window. Squirming back and forth, she squeezed one arm inside, freeing her shoulder, and using the extra space to wedge her other arm through.
Just as she tilted her head up, Barbara Nichols' hand gripped her hair near her neck, forcing her gaze up even further. Greta's eyes widened as she gazed on the tall, curvy actress towering over her, and she immediately began to shimmy back and forth, trying to back out of the window quickly. It was a hopeless maneuver, even without the added difficulty of Barbara dragging her in the opposite direction. Barbara gazed down on Greta with a victorious smirk, watching her struggle. "Wait, uh, I'll help you find h..." Greta began, voice quavering, but Barbara's mind was made up. The busty actress interrupted Greta with a punch to the jaw. With no room to move, Greta simply scrunched her eyes shut and absorbed the blow, her mouth dropping open and her legs going limp behind her as Barbara leaned into the strike. Taking Greta by the arms and heaving, Barbara braced herself against the wall with one foot, frowned, and began to slowly tug her still squirming victim through the narrow gap.
"Help!" Barbara kept her hands on Greta's wiggling arms, but the terrified voice was enough to grab her attention. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder suspiciously. On the opposite side of the house, far out of reach, Sabrina reached out to her with one arm. Stretching with all of her might, the terrified blonde waved her hand through the other open window to get Barbara's attention. "Help me-eeeek!" Sabrina's face suddenly dropped out of view as June Wilkinson's silhouette rose up behind her, dragging the curvy actress away from the window frame. Barbara's eyes flicked upward as June hefted Sabrina's body, and the helpless actress squealed again, kicking her legs in the air. Shrugging, Barbara turned away as June raised one foot high, preparing to stomp Sabrina into the ground.
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Barbara
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June
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Sabrina
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Sheree North marched through Marilyn's entryway, towards the long, central staircase to the second floor. Taking long, forceful strides, the short haired blonde beauty frowned and clenched her fists, arms swinging. Turning a corner, a scuffle of feet on the stone floor was Sheree's only warning of the coming attack. Beverly Michaels stumbled as she lowered her head and charged, but she struck Sheree's body with enough force to stop the confident blonde in her tracks. Growling, Sheree planted her feet far apart, grasped Beverly by the shoulder, and fortified her position, while Beverly, hissing through clenched teeth, threatened to lift her off her feet. The position gave Sheree a perfect view of the staircase, and more importantly Joi Lansing, who had ignored the two struggling women and delicately jogged up the first few steps. Sheree straightened up and relaxed her grip. Beverly, sensing something was wrong, looked up at Sheree nervously.
"You idiot! You're gonna let her get to Marilyn first!" snarled Sheree, extending her left arm and pointing a finger at the fleeing woman, over Beverly's back. Straightening her back, Beverly kept her hands on Sheree's waist, but turned her torso towards the stairs to sneak a glance. With a snarl and a forceful shove to the shoulders, Sheree separated herself from Beverly. As Beverly turned to react, Sheree swung a rising right hook at her chin. Crack! Beverly's head jerked to the side from the impact, and her eyes rolled up in her head slowly. She took an unsteady step away from her foe, then sank down, her butt landing on the lowest step, and her head and back coming to rest against the railing. Beverly's eyes shut and her legs spread as she slumped down. Sheree, of course, had missed all of this, as she broke into a run up the stairs after Joi.
"Hrrgh!" "Get out of the way, she's in here!" The sounds of stomping feet and groaning echoed from the top floor, approaching the top of the stairs. As the clamoring grew closer, soon the curvaceous shape of Grace Lee Whitney backs into view. She squirmed in Dagmar's grip, digging her nails into the other actress' arms as her heel skidded against the carpet, dangerously close to the top step. As Joi ascended with Sheree following at a safe distance, Grace ducked and elbowed Dagmar in the ribs. "Hffff!" Dagmar emptied her lungs, puffing out her cheeks as she flailed an arm over Grace's head in a failed counter. With a roar, Grace took Dagmar by the wrist and shoulder, pivoting on one foot and hurling Dagmar down the stairs behind her.
With plenty of space, Dagmar shrieked as she performed a graceful but involuntary flip, kicking her legs in empty space as she suddenly found herself upside down in midair. Joi had approached at the perfect time to catch Dagmar's airborne butt with her upper body. "Oof!" Clutching desperately at anything to keep her balance, Joi flailed her arms, only managing to grab the descending Dagmar around her midsection. She toppled backward, keeping her head up, but striking each stair with a distinct thud as she slid downward.
Sheree gasped and dived forward, launching herself over the two falling blondes to land in a crouch near the top of the staircase. With her palms on the top step, she tilted her head up, snarled, and scrambled forward towards Grace. Halfway down, on the landing, Dagmar lay atop Joi, thick legs wrapped around the trapped blonde's head. Joi let out a muffled growl, kicking her legs and scratching her tormentor's sides, as Grace and Sheree vanished onto the second floor, and other attackers approached the staircase from below.
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Sheree
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Beverly
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Joi
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Dagmar
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"Hrg. Hrg." Marilyn's lips pressed together in a strained frown. She held the palm tree firmly with all four limbs, pressing her torso and cheek to the bumpy, coarse surface. Loosening her grip, Marilyn slid down an inch, only to wince and clench her muscles tightly, halting her descent as the jagged tree trunk scratched her. "Hrg!"
"She's gotta be in here somewhere!" "You let her out!" "Keep looking!" "Don't you tell me what to do!" The voices issued from Marilyn's open window. Halfway down the palm tree, Marilyn shut her eyes and shuddered. "Hrg."
As she approached the ground level, Marilyn's slender arms trembled with each tiny drop. Her back bent away from the tree trunk awkwardly, and her eyes popped open. "Hrgnonononoeeeeeeeeh!" she babbled, as one of her exhausted arms gave out. Her remaining three limbs, suddenly burdened with extra weight, quivered and slowly loosened. With a terrified cry, Marilyn tipped back, her fingers slipping away from the tree trunk. The movement forced her legs apart and sent her falling freely down the remaining few feet.
"Oof." Marilyn lay on her back, blinking and staring up at the clear blue sky. Her fingers twitched, and her ribcage expanded as she took a slow breath. Swinging her legs and pushing herself up with her elbows, Marilyn scrambled across the grass, rising and breaking into run as she fled directly away from the house.
As Marilyn passed a tall, square hedge, a new attacker sprung forth from behind it. Holding her arm out straight, she inserted herself in Marilyn's path before the fleeing starlet could react. Marilyn's sprint came to an abrupt end as she ran face first into her latest attacker's slim but unyielding bicep, falling over backwards and skidding across the grass under the other woman's outstretched arm. Once again, Marilyn lay on her back in the grass, shaking her head and slowly opening her eyes. Her jaw fell open as she looked up at Judy Holliday's smiling face.
"Well someone had to catch you!" Judy quipped. Marilyn screamed and held up her hands defensively as Judy pounced, but her attacker pressed her palm over Marilyn's mouth immediately. Marilyn kicked and screamed with all of her might, but the uproar from the house easily overwhelmed her muffled cries.
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Judy
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The Walkin Dude is on a roll, and we are all the better for it!
Amanda Righetti vs Kira Kosarin
by The Walkin Dude
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“What are you trying to prove?” the champ asked her challenger once the latter had regained her footing following a desperate climb up the ropes. “That you belong in here with the likes of Theron? Gadot? Upton?”
Breathing hard, the challenger mopped a forearm across her fever-hot brow, then flipped the hair outta her eyes and turned to face the champion. “I already know I can stand with them, ‘Manda.” she rasped. “Tonight I’m here for you… and that big gaudy belt you wear.”
Righetti snorted, a derisive noise she made no effort to hide. “You can barely stand, girl.” the redhead scoffed. “Hell, you can’t even get your butt off the middle ro--”
CRACK!
Kira Kosarin lurched off the strands and lashed her adversary across the chest with a Knife-Edge Chop. That same Chop had put Kat McPhee flat on her ass in a match that was less than ten minutes old, but Amanda barely ceded half a step in a match that was nearing the end of a thirty minute time limit.
Upper lip curled in angry irritation, Righetti pointed her right shoulder at Kira and answered with a Knife-Edge that sent the younger brunette backpedaling toward the ropes. “This tenacious tyro act got old about fifteen minutes ago.”
Amanda admitted as she made a minor adjustment to the strap of her off the shoulder gray one-piece. “Next time I put you down, you damned well better stay doNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Kosarin stormed into the breach with a Big Boot that caromed off the redhead’s jaw, then followed it up with half a dozen more Chops, each of them deepening the collection of ugly red welts tattooed just north of Amanda’s décolletage!
“C’MON!” the brunette bellowed to the crowd when Righetti actually ceded the center of the ring to her challenger. Not about to rest when she had Big Rigs in retreat, Kira tromped after champ and snatched a huge handful of that hateful copper braid. “Where do you think you’re going, bee--”
CRAAAAAACK!
Amanda caught Kosarin across the face with an Overhand Slap that made her knees go weak and her jaw go numb. Catching her own grip on the brunette’s battle damp tresses, Righetti followed up with a much lighter slap, then jabbed an index finger beneath Kira’s nose. “Watch your mouth, brat. Flavor of the month isn’t a label that carries much weight with me, no matter how many assholes are singing your pra--”
There was a THAWHUNK! followed by an ooooooohhh! from the fans when Kosarin sacrificed a hank of hair to smash a Headbutt into the champion’s sternum from pointblank range. Amanda’s legs shuddered but didn’t give way, so Kira stuffed a Toe Kick into her belly and almost screamed with pleasure when she caught the redhead in a Front Facelock. Slinging Righetti’s near arm across her shoulders in the next instant, Kosarin helped herself to a snug grip on the champ’s togs (just above her right hip) and gathered her reserves to--
Amanda threaded her right leg around Kira’s to block whatever show of force the challenger had in mind. “I don’t think so, bitch.” Kira bore down on the Facelock with enough force to make cauliflower of the redhead’s ears. “You’ve had your way for the last time tonOOOWWWRRRGGHH!”
Big Rigs stamped a heel down on her challenger’s toes, but rather than prize her way loose of the Front Facelock she simply straightened up while simultaneously bearing down on the arm Kosarin had draped over her shoulders. The result was a reversal of their previous arrangement, Amanda in firm control of the younger woman’s head while Kira squirmed and fought in search of escape. She might’ve found it given enough time, alas Righetti was not known for her generosity and it was only a matter of heartbeats before she clamped down on those white and gold trunks and muscled Kosarin skyward for a Vertical Supl-- Amanda reversed course when her burden reached one o’clock, the domineering champion tossing Kira into a short, vicious freefall that culminated with the challenger crashing down flat on her face, chest and belly!
Such an impact should’ve left Kosarin stretched out full length, yet ‘Manda knew adrenaline could do all sorts of things for the truly foolhardy and so she did an about-face and ran the ropes without waiting to see if Kosarin still had the strength to roll over, let alone rise. This predator’s instinct proved correct when Kira bounced to one knee, then clambered to boot-leather mere heartbeats after the initial impact.
The sound of Amanda’s Lariat meeting Kira’s clavicle was heavy and somehow damp, like a baseball bat striking wet clay. It was loud too, loud enough to ring in the collective ears of the audience long after it’d turned Kosarin inside out on her way back to the canvas-sheathed plywood.
Somewhere miles overhead, Righetti wiped perspiration from each arm and made a point of ‘flicking’ it down onto the flattened challenger. Such blatant disrespect converted most of those incredulous cheers back to sneering boos, which in turn earned a knowing smile from Big Rigs before she pulled Kira upright with a double handful of hair.
“Thuuuuhhhh… that all ya goHUUFFFFHHH!”
Righetti cut the question off with a Toe Kick that allowed her to stuff Kosarin’s head between her thighs with a minimum of effort. A breathy tickle against her inner thighs told the champ that Kira might still be trying to talk, so she squeezed the Scissors harder than she necessary as she hunched forward to cinch both arms around Kosarin’s waist. Digging knotted fists into the brunette’s tummy, ‘Manda muscled the challenger up onto her shoulders and began to spin in place. One, two, three full rotations, the capacity crowd at the Yellow Sign Tavern almost nauseous with anticipation by the time the redhead slung her prey down and dropped to a seat, Righetti just PLANTING Kosarin in the middle of the ring courtesy a hateful Spiral Bomb.
The impact folded Kira in half, all the redhead had to do was apply some gentle pressure to those upturned haunches and the three count would be hers. So of course she put both hands to Kosarin’s glutes and shoved her into an insensate somersault that put the brunette’s hair within easy reach. Reeling Kosarin into the second Standing Headscissors was a bit more cumbersome, but Amanda had plenty of experience hoisting deadweight and so it wasn’t long before she had the younger woman astride her shoulders for another Powerbomb.
No Spiral this time around, instead Righetti hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes of Kosarin’s trunks, thus allowing her to grab a handful of lycra at each hip. These hooks ensured even greater elevation when she muscled Kira off her perch, they also made most of the challenger’s briefs vanish in a savage wedgie. Eyes wide with shock and dismay, Kosarin managed to windmill her arms once before Righetti buried her at the bottom of a crater with another ring-shaking Powerbomb.
Kira was nothing more than a starfish by now, a perfect portrait of defeat that Amanda still felt the urge to tinker with, as evidenced by the dismissive way she nudged the brunette’s splayed legs together. Once that was done she circled around to Kosarin’s left, dropped to her knees and stretched out across Kira’s chest. Righetti didn’t bother to hook a leg, she didn’t even put a hand to the younger woman’s belly. Her only concession to the idea that Kosarin might kick out was the manacle grip she clamped around her right wrist. With her other hand pressed to the mat and her tummy heavy on the brunette’s chest, Amanda looked straight into the hard camera and offered it a wink when the official counted a desultory…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Smirking as the boos rained down, the victorious redhead settled back onto her haunches with Kira’s limp wrist still in one hand. She should’ve just tossed it away but the champ held onto it until the referee walked over to return the ten pounds of leather & gold that was her championship. Instead of taking it herself, Righetti made Kosarin ‘reach’ for the title just to swat that hand like she was an unruly toddler seeking cookies beyond her grasp.
“No, no, no, that’s not for losers.” Amanda purred after she tossed the defeated brunette’s mitt aside and the gold was snugged around her waist once more. “It’s not for any of you.”
Oh - sweet!
(I almost missed this behind all the back and white pictures, no offense!)
Amanda hasn't been used a lot in catfight stories recently, so I'm just stoked to read this. Totally loved the dominating display against one of my other favorites, Kira. You really have an almost unmatched talent for stories like this, Walkin' Dude, especially the little character moments and all the details put into it. My favorite line's probably this bit:
"Kira was nothing more than a starfish by now, a perfect portrait of defeat that Amanda still felt the urge to tinker with, as evidenced by the dismissive way she nudged the brunette’s splayed legs together."
Perfect!
Anyway - THANKS so much, Walkin' Dude, it was just a blast to read. Would love to see 'Manda featured again, but this was just perfect and made my day!
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Greetings,
First off, wanted to say great work to Anon for the piece above, the scope and scale of such a freewheeling brawl is impressive to say the least and how can you not love a story where one participant is tossed off a balcony to splash down in the pool below? Love it!
As for Kira & Amanda, you're more than welcome Sam, glad you liked it. Much as I like cattier battles, Righetti just screams pro-style to me and this was a good chance to let her showcase on the game, but ultimately outmatched Kosarin.
~rf
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Zendaya vs Emma Dumont
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In the pre-match cocktail hour, the two combatants mingled with the elite guest. The veteran catfighter Zendaya, as always, was cool, calm and focused. But Emma, but making her catfighting debut, was all smiles and giggles, pure effervescence. She charmed the spectators, but privately each concluded that she was in far over her head tonight, and facing sheer devastation. They could only hope that Zendaya would be merciful.
Had they known that Emma had specifically challenged Zendaya to this match, they would have wondered if she had a death wish.
That was prior to the match. Once the signal to begin was given, the smile instantly melted from Dumont's face, and her eyes darkened with rage as, with a roar, she charged at her rival. Caught by surprise from her opponent's attack, Zendaya was immediately put on the defensive...and that's where she stayed for the long minutes that followed. Emma was a savage wildcat, never relenting as she unleashed slaps, punches, kicks, stomps, scratching and biting on her victim, Zendaya's defenses withering under the brutal assault.
As her adversary dropped to one knee in a daze and panted heavily for breath, Emma stalked over to one of the spectators and angrily snarled, "Stand up!" With fear in his eyes, he immediately jumped up to his feet; Dumont unhooked his belt and yanked it off of him, then spun around and returned to Zendaya. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Emma then began to whip her bronzed opponent's back with the leather belt, drawing shrieks and howls from the hapless beauty.
She then wrapped the belt tight around Zendaya's throat, strangling her. The embattled girl's fingers clutched frantically at the makeshift garrotte, but to no avail. Her eyes began to glaze over as she struggled for breath. the spectators wondered if they would have to intervene to prevent the first ever catfight club homicide.
Then suddenly, Dumont loosened the belt, allowing her rival to draw precious oxygen. She shoved Zendaya roughly to the floor face first, then drew her wrists and ankles behind her, using the purloined belt to hogtie her. Grabbing her beaten rival's hair, she yanked her face upward so that the spectators could see the tears streaking down her cheeks. "Who owns you ass, bitch?" Emma growled.
"Y-you do...!" Zendaya sobbed.
Dumont stood up, her nostrils flaring as she still seethed with rage. And then, in an instant, the fury disappeared, and a bright smile returned to her angelic face. "Gee, that was fun!" she said in a sing-song voice.
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As longtime readers of this thread may recall, I occasionally do matches set in a parallel universe where women go to Hollywood seeking fame and fortune not as actresses, but as professional wrestlers. For a change, I thought I'd offer an entire Hollywood Wrestling Alliance pay-per-view, done 'Finish Her' style, and set in the year 1992. I hope you enjoy it!
HWA: CALIFORNIA FAULTLINE PPV
Los Angeles, CA
January, 1992
Tamlyn Tomita vs Tiffani Amber Thiessen
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Whipped into the ropes, Tomita bounds off of the cables and rushes back whence she came…and is then pounded by a Standing Dropkick from Thiessen that sends the Japanese battler crashing to the canvas. She quickly rolls to the edge of the ring, goes under the ropes, and alights to the arena floor, where she is met and consoled by her manager, Morgan Fairchild.
Tiffani goes to the ropes and demands that her opponent get back in the ring, and Tamlyn yells back angrily at her in Japanese. The referee orders the American to back off and let her adversary return to the ring. It is at this moment that Fairchild slips a small plastic bag into the palm of her wrestler’s hand.
Cautiously climbing back up to the apron, Tamlyn points at Tiffani and growls, “Get back! Watashi kara modotte, anata wa meinu!” The ref then orders Thiessen to back up further. Meanwhile, Morgan has worked her way around to the other side of the ring, and is behind Tiffany. As Tomita steps between the ropes, her manager climbs up on the apron and begins to yell to the official, “She’s been cheating this entire match! I want her checked right now for a foreign object…that’s the only way she could have been doing so well against my wrestler!” Thiessen angrily whirls around to confront the interfering manager, yelling, “The only cheating in this match has been from her! But as soon as I’ve beaten her, I’ll be glad to do the same to you, if that’s what you want!”
The ref against orders Tiffani to get back, threatening her with disqualification as he then turns his attention to Fairchild, ordering her to get down from the apron and to stop disrupting the match. Thiessen is so focused on Morgan, she doesn’t realize that Tomita has returned to the ring until she feels a hand on her shoulder. Spinning around to face her opponent, the American is met with a handful of finely ground salt thrown in her face, the contents of the bag which had been given Tamlyn moments earlier. Blinded, Tiffani shrieks and stumbles about, her efforts to rub her eyes clear with her knuckles only aggravating the damage from the salt even more. The ref, distracted by Fairchild, sees none of this.
Moving with viper swiftness, Tamlyn hits her opponent with her signature Samurai Driver DDT, the back of Tiffani’s head taking the full impact to the mat with weight of both wrestlers behind it, leaving her barely clinging to consciousness. As a deafening chorus of boos fills the air of the arena, Tomita drops down across Thiessen, hooks a leg, and get the three count.
Erika Eleniak vs Jennifer Connally
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Jennifer let out a loud grunt of pain as her back slammed against the steel guard rail around the ring. Both she and Erika were struggling to stave off total exhaustion after their long and grueling brawl, now nearing the thirty-minute mark. The ring proved unable to contain the action, and it had now spilled out to the arena floor.
Moving to press her advantage, Eleniak grasped her arch-rival by her damp, tangled mane of dark hair and hauled her away from the railing, aiming her now for the nearest ring post, with the intent of smashing Connelly’s face into the unyielding steel. But at the last possible instant, the brunette raised her right leg and planted her foot against the post, preventing the impact. Startled by this sudden development, Erika momentarily dropped her guard, and her opponent spun around and slammed a forearm smash to her chest, dropping her to the floor.
Knowing she needed time to recuperate, Jennifer sought to buy some by pulling Erika up to her feet by her hair, and then throwing her over the railing, where she counted on the fans trying to “help” the blonde back over. Her plan worked just as she had hoped, as Eleniak struggled to free herself from the clutches of lusting males who were more than happy to paw over her. Gasping, she finally managed to climb over the railing, but it had cost her much of what scant precious iotas of power she still had left.
Meanwhile the brunette had rolled back into the ring, and now Erika grabbed the bottom rope to help pull herself up to the apron. But then Jennifer suddenly rushed toward her, going into a baseball slide, and the soles of her boots slammed into the blonde’s chest, sending her sprawling to the floor once again. Connelly climbed back up onto the apron, then leapt down to the floor, looking to land an elbow drop to her rival. But Erika manages to roll out of the way at the last moment, and the brunette lands with a heavy thud on the cement floor.
Both battlers are spent and dazed as they struggle up to their feet, then drag themselves back into the ring under the ropes. On all fours they crawl to the center of the ring, where they unsteadily rise up and then face one another. Erika unleashes a chop across her foe’s chest, the blow sending a shower of perspiration droplets through the air. Jennifer returns the blow, and now the pair engage in a duel of chops, their breasts bouncing wildly from the impact, their heads lolling from side to side as each pounding saps them both of their quivering strength.
Suddenly, Jennifer unleashes a flurry of chops that leave Erika badly dazed. Snaring her in a Front Facelock with her right arm, and grabbing a handful of the blonde’s tights with her left, she dips her knees and prepares to take her adversary down with a Suplex. But Eleniak is able to hook her right foot to her rival’s lower leg, preventing the move from being executed. A fist to the abdomen from the blonde breaks the Facelock, and with a speed that belies her utter exhaustion, Erika shoves Connelly’s head between her thighs, wraps her arms around the brunette’s waist, and with an Amazon’s howl lifts her up and takes her down with a ring-shaking Powerbomb!
Both beauties lay on their backs, their chests heaving for breath, as the referee makes his desultory count. Finally Erika with a groan rolls over, drags herself to Jennifer, and drops her own body like dead weight across her rival’s torso, as the zebra makes the three count.
Jami Gertz vs Virginia Madsen
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Virginia referred to it by its original Japanese name, the Sasori-Gatame, while Jami called it the Scorpion Deathlock, but to most fans it was best known as the Sharpshooter. For both wrestlers it was their signature finisher, and the time at last had come to determine who was the true mistress of the hold. The stakes were brutally plain: this match could only be won by submission to the Sharpshooter, and the loser would be forbidden to ever use her move in the league again.
It had been a wild and fast-paced contest, with multiple attempts by both beauties to snare the other in the hold. Finally, Madsen got Gertz on her belly, lifted her legs, and locked on the devastating hold. The referee dropped to his knees next to the brunette, holding a wireless microphone so that her words could be heard by all, and asked her if she was ready to give up. “NO! NOOOOOOO!!! GET OUTTA MY FACE!!!” she howled, but for all of her defiance, the anguish written on her face betrayed the tremendous pain she was suffering.
She had one chance, however slim it was: the ropes were barely three feet away, and with them came salvation. Her fingers clawing at the canvas, with a growl Jami began to slowly and arduously drag herself toward the cables. Virginia poured on the pressure, intent on driving her rival to submission before she could free herself.
After what seemed like an eternity, the brunette finally clawed her way close enough to the ropes to clutch the bottom strand. The ref instantly ordered the hold released, and after a few more moments, Madsen unenthusiastically complied. Jami pushed herself up to all fours, but before she could do anything else, a hand tight in her hair dragged her crawling away from the ropes and to the center of the ring. Virginia stood before her, ready to again execute her finisher, and this time with no hope of her victim getting to the faraway ropes.
But before she could do so, Jami suddenly grasped Virginia’s ankles and yanked her feet out from under her, sending the startled blonde crashing onto her back. Holding her adversary’s shapely legs wide, Gertz then delivered a headbutt squarely to Madsen’s groin! The blonde let out a shriek and rolled to her side as she curled into a ball, her eyes shut tight against the throbbing pain inflicted to her womanhood.
Drawing upon her last dregs of power, the brunette stood up, grabbed her foe’s ankles, rolled her onto her stomach, and applied her own Sharpshooter! Now it was Virginia’s turn to yowl in agony. The referee repeatedly asked if she was ready to surrender, and she replied with language that, if this were one of the HWA’s broadcast television programs and now a PPV, would be bleeped out by the censor. Gritting her teeth as she poured every ounce of pressure into the hold that she can, Jami growls, “You’re done for! Say it! SAY IT!”
Ultimately though, despite enduring the torture for a full minute and a half, the blonde finally screeched out, “I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!!!” into the mic.
Shannon Doherty vs Kristy Swanson (Tennessee Chain Match)
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Fists wrapped in steel chains thudded devastatingly into flesh as the two brawlers hammered away at each other in center ring, their gorgeous faces now masked in crimson as the blood flowed freely. They swayed unsteadily on their feet as they pounded at each other, until Kristy suddenly shifted tactics, throwing a knee up into her opponent’s belly that doubled Shannon over with a whoosh of expelled air.
The crowd booed this, which was not unusual for Swanson, one of the HWA’s most despised villains. What was odd was that this same crowd had been rabidly cheering Shannon all night long, despite the fact that the brunette was also one of the most hated of heels. But the fan sentiment had definitely shifted toward Doherty, which had to be as confusing for her as it was infuriating for her foe.
Kristy decided to punish her rival for this as she brought the match to its finale. She wrapped the chain that was attached to both of their left wrists around the brunette’s throat. “Aww, is this choking you?” she sneered. “Good, I hope you get brain damage!” The blonde gave a cruel cackle and then spun Shannon around 180° and pulled her close to her so that they were back to back.
The blonde then began to carry out the necessary steps to formally win this match: each top turnbuckle had to the touched within a sixty second span of time. As Doherty’s fingers clutched frantically at the steel chain wrapped viciously around her throat, Swanson dragged her behind her as she went to the first corner, and with a triumphant arc of her right arm, slapped the top pad with her palm.
But as she began making her way to the next corner, she was unaware that Shannon then tapped the top turnbuckle as well, which the referee duly noted. The second corner went exactly the same, as did the third, with Kristy unaware that her opponent had also tagged the pads also.
As she made her way to the fourth and final corner, Swanson’s advance was interrupted as Shannon clutched at the top rope. With the clock ticking, the blonde turned around to face her recalcitrant rival and slammed a fist into Doherty’s jaw, stunning her enough so that she released the rope.
Now, taking her opponent by her jet-black hair, Kristy ran the two of them toward the last corner, where she slammed Shannon’s face into the turnbuckle. The blonde then triumphantly slapped her hand down upon the pad, but hadn’t noticed that the bell had begun ringing even before she had touched it.
Basking in victory, Kristy released her hold on her adversary’s mane and strutted toward center ring, arms raised high. But the referee grabbed her right wrist and pulled her arm down, shaking his head “No.” He then went over to the corner, where the dazed Doherty was slumped with her back to the turnbuckles, and he raised her right arm instead! It would seem that the rulebook does not stipulate that only a hand may be used to tag the pads…any body part would do. And when Swanson slammed her opponent’s face into it, she completed Shannon’s circuit, and thus gave her the match!
Livid, Swanson began screaming at the official, roughly shoving him and demanding that he award the match to her instead. The blonde was so focused on the ref, she didn’t notice that Doherty had recovered enough to push herself out of the corner. Grabbing a length of the chain with both hands and stretching it out across her right arm, Shannon lunged at Kristy, who caught the approach in the corner of her eye and turned to face it…and was met with a chained forearm smash to the throat! Eyes glazed, the blonde dropped to the mat in a heap as the crowd erupted in cheers. Shannon, her face bloodied but her eyes gleaming with pride, may once again be hated and hissed tomorrow, but tonight, she was their heroine.
Kathy Ireland vs Kylie Minogue (Championship Match)
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The crowd knew what was coming, and their roar of excitement was deafening. Kathy climbed up the turnbuckles and carefully balanced herself upon the top ropes. Facing out to the spectators, she raised her arms and gave a wide smile. In another moment she would leap backward, somersault through the air, and deliver a devastating body splash upon her prone opponent. It was a signature finisher dubbed “Air Ireland”, and it was the very move that first won her the HWA title belt a year before.
The problem began with the fact that her target wasn’t prone for very long. Having cannily faked being devastated, Kylie was gleeful that her opponent was doing exactly what the challenger wanted her to do. Suddenly kipping up to her feet, the English lass lunged to the corner; thrusting her two arms in the space between the spread legs of her adversary, Minogue swept her limbs outward, knocking the Champ’s feet from the ropes. Gravity took over and dropped Kathy straight down, her descent halted only when her crotch slammed abruptly into the steel turnbuckle clamp.
Ireland let out an agonized howl and her body went limp as she fell backward. Her feet hooked to the middle ropes as her knees remained draped over the top cables, leaving her dangling in a Tree of Woe. Kylie took full advantage of this, delivering a series of vicious stomps to the brunette’s belly and chest, further weakening the Champion.
Finally halting her barrage of boots, Minogue drags her dazed adversary off of the ropes and lets her thud to the canvas, then takes her by the wrists and drags her to the center of the ring. Thousands of voice chant in unison, “KA-THY! KA-THY! KA-THY!”, frantic to somehow inspire her to turn the tide.
But there is no halting the tide as the surf crashes to the shore, and there is no hope for Ireland to miraculously escape her fate now. With her smug Cheshire Cat smile, Minogue hauls Ireland up woozily by the hair, and executes a Double Underhook DDT, the crown of the American’s skull spiking into the thin canvas covered plywood of the ring, rendering her unconscious. Kylie matchbook folds Kathy’s ragdoll body, and sits atop her haunches, raising her arms in triumph as the referee counts 1…2…3!
Ireland lay barely stirring on the mat as Minogue rises up, and the World Championship belt is wrapped around her waist. The new Champ struts around the ring, seemingly basking in the cascade of boos and hisses from the crowd. The announcer is about to proclaim her victory, but she angrily snarls a command to him. Sheepishly he complies, her words blaring through the arena’s PA system: “Presenting the winner and new HWA Champion…Her Britannic Majesty, Queen Kylie the First!” As The strains of “God Save the Queen” now play through the speakers, the new Champ marches triumphantly up the aisleway with her newly-won ten pounds of leather and gold.
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I've missed the HWA, what a great organization.
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I haven't seen Kathy Ireland in a long time. I like that picture of her. Nice story. :)
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Great fights, especial Erika's one.
Erika Eleniak vs Pam Anderson was my dream fight during years as Watson
vs Stewart is now.
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Ryan Destiny vs Kaley Cuoco
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Ordinarily, elite celebrity catfights take place only after extensive negotiations and careful preparations. Every once in a while however, one erupts spontaneously. In the case of Kaley and Ryan, they had been engaged in a war of words for several weeks, and each had demanded a match with the other, but conflicting schedules had thus far kept the details from being locked down.
But both found themselves invited to the same party. Daggers were glared from across the room, taunts and outright threats were traded, and before anyone knew it, the two beauties were snarling and tearing into each other like wildcats.
It was a fairly evenly-fought brawl for the first few minutes, as Destiny and Cuoco went from applying holds to throwing punches and then to savagely clawing and biting. In the course of the struggle, their expensive evening gowns were torn to tatters, leaving them clad only in thongs.
But then Ryan was wearing nothing at all, although not because of anything that Kaley had done. Without warning, the dark-haired beauty slipped her own thong down her legs and off of her body, leaving her magnificently nude. She then wrapped her garment around her rival's throat, choking the blonde with this crude garrote. The blonde's eyes widened in fear, her fingers clutching frantically at the cloth wrapped tightly around her neck, but to no avail. Cuoco's face darkened as she gasped and gurgled for air, her eyes rapidly going glassy as her eyelids began to flutter shut.
Finally Kaley went limp, passing out. Ryan pulled the panties from her unconscious victim's throat and then, in a show of contempt for the catfighting legend, stuffed the thong into Cuoco's mouth. The winner then stood up, and suddenly the angry mask of cruelty that she had worn throughout the fight melted away, her eyes lighting up and a bright smile coming to her angelic face. Planting a foot on the hip of her fallen foe to signify her triumph and striking a pose, Ryan purrs, "Anytime you want to go again, bitch, I'll be glad to whomp your weak ass all over again!"
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Anna Popplewell
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vs Parineeti Chopra
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Parineeti Chopra swayed back and forth in the center of the arena, eyelids only open a crack, in clear danger of falling flat on her face. Only a sudden upright jerk and a wide, haphazard step saved the exhausted actress from a sudden, embarrassing faceplant. With her mouth hanging open, Parineeti blinked and shook her head. Anna Popplewell, standing at the edge of the cage, stayed upright more steadily, but only because she grasped the chain link barrier with one straight arm. Her shoulders rose and fell as she breathed heavily, and she brushed a damp strand of brown hair out of her eyes as she glared towards her opponent.
Each woman, motivated by seeing her opponent so close to defeat, advanced hesitantly. Anna shoved herself away from the barrier, and Parineeti, spurred to action by her rival's sudden movement, charged. The two combattants collided face to face with a pair of pained, muted grunts. Their arms writhed together as they each sought their desired hold, battering and grasping at each other roughly.
It was a short struggle. With a twist of her torso and a small step, Anna slammed her shoulder to her rival's chest. Parineeti let out a second sighing grunt, followed by a squeal of surprise. The pale brunette had grasped her firmly by the right wrist and upper arm, and now, pivoting on her back foot, she swung Parineeti in a wide arc. Parineeti's big brown eyes widened in fear as she stumbled out of control, barely able to sprint quickly enough to stay upright as Anna twirled her across the mat. As Anna aimed her towards the corner of the cage, Parineeti braced herself for the collision.
Instead, she suddenly jerked to a halt, flailing her free arm and gasping. Anna held her firmly by the wrist with both hands, throwing her weight back and straightening her legs, causing the two actresses to suddenly stall. Scooting in quickly, Anna encircled and squeezed Parineeti's upper arm with her fingers, before pivoting, leaning back, and spinning her victim off her feet. Parineeti gasped as she became airborne, her head plummeting towards the mat. Anna continued her pivot, flipping Parineeti's legs up, and sending the airborne actress crashing to the ground on her upper back.
Parineeti's arms and legs made quite a racket as they smashed into the mat an instant later. The dazed actress winced and arched her back, slowly lifting one shoulder from the mat. Now it was Anna's turn to drop. With her arm bent and her fist clenched, she kicked both legs up into the air and let herself fall. Parineeti opened her eyes just in time to see the tip of Anna's tricep approaching her nose, driven down with Anna's full weight. Parineeti's eyes crossed on impact, and her head struck the mat as Anna's body landed beside her.
As she lay still on the mat, Parineeti's chest rose and fell slowly. The scoreboard was still in her favor, three pins to Anna's one, with under a minute left on the clock. That two point advantage was little comfort as Anna's chest slammed down on her upper body. Parineeti let out a sudden, choking gasp as Anna's pale legs wrapped around her arm. Her terrified face promptly vanished beneath Anna's torso, and when her tormentor's arms encircled her other shoulder, Parineeti could only wheeze and kick her legs. Anna's back bent one way, then the other, but the pale brunette's body stayed firmly mounted on her helpless foe.
"1... 2... 3!" Anna's score ticked up by one, with plenty of time on the clock. "1... 2... 3!" Another point for Anna, tying the score. Anna's body stretched as Parineeti's fiercest kick only made her bounce an inch, before plopping back down on the pinned actress' chest. "1... 2... 3!"
When the timer finally reached zero, a well rested Anna Popplewell beamed and rolled over, revealing Parineeti's wobbly, disoriented face. The defeated actress stared up at the ceiling, before her neck went limp, letting her head roll to the side and jiggle in place as her cheek struck the mat.
Anna Popplewell - 27 points
Parineeti Chopra - 3 points
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Sarah Hyland vs Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Seated on the floor with her legs splayed out before her, Gellar gave a sharp whine of pain as Hyland twisted her head, right hand grasping tight to her victim's hair, while her left clutched under Gellar's chin. Applied with enough force, this hold was not only painful, but it could dislocate the jaw...and Hyland was pouring more than enough pressure into it.
In a desperate move, Gellar snaps her left leg up, her foot smashing into Hyland's face. It's not so much the pain as it is the shock that forces Hyland to release her hold and stumble backward, her hands instinctively covering her face. Gellar wants nothing more than to curl into a ball and take the time she needs to recover from the thrashing she had been suffering for the past few minutes, but she knows that isn't a luxury she can afford. So she spun herself around on her hip, throwing her right leg out and sweeping her opponent's gams out from under her, sending Hyland crashing with a heavy thud onto her butt.
With a lunge, Geller threw herself atop her rival, knocking Hyland flat onto her back. Two handfuls of hair allowed Gellar to then start slamming the back of her adversary's head into the mansion floor repeatedly; even with the plush carpeting, the impacts were taking their toll on Hyland.
Finally Gellar stopped and stood up, bending down to yank the squealing Hyland up by her hair. "I've fought plenty of pains in the ass before," Gellar says to her glassy-eyed rival. "But there's something about you that really annoys the hell out of me. Maybe it's because you're in over your head, and you know it, but you're still wasting my time." To a woman with lesser self-confidence, Gellar's words would cut deeply, because Hyland knew they were completely true. She wasn't the wrestler her opponent was...she not only lacked Gellar's experience, but also her skills. In any match between them, the odds were entirely against Hyland.
But she wasn't wounded by the truth, because she knew something Gellar didn't know...Sarah Hyland was craftier by far than Sarah Michelle Gellar, or most any other celebrity catfighter. And she also knew how to read an opponent like a book. For instance, she was certain that her adversary, utterly confident of her victory, would go for her signature Rear Naked Choke hold to end the match. And that's exactly what Hyland wanted her to do.
Gellar took her foe by the bare shoulders and spun her around so that Hyland was facing in the same direction that her opponent was. Hyland knew that in another moment, Gellar would wrap her arms around her victim's throat and head to lock on the chokehold. But in that briefest span of time before Gellar did so, Hyland made her move: she reached up and behind herself, grabbed Gellar by the hair, pulled her in close so that Gellar's chin rested on Hyland's left shoulder...and then Hyland suddenly dropped hard to the floor. The impact from the landing didn't do Hyland's still-sore rear end any good, but most of it went up her body and slammed into Gellar's chin. She flew backward with a loud grunt and lay on the floor for a few seconds, utterly uncertain what had just happened.
Her battle instincts flaring, Gellar struggled back up to her feet and stood woozily...but again, this was precisely what her opponent wanted. The leering Hyland stalked her foe, prowling in a circle around Gellar until suddenly she rushed at her, leaping up onto her back, snaking her legs around her rival's waist while her arms applied her own version of the Rear Naked Choke. "You talk too much, you know that?" Hyland sneered. "You were so busy telling me how terrible I am, you never noticed how much smarter I am than you. Plus I'm, y'know, way hotter."
Arms flailing, face reddening, the gasping and groaning Gellar staggered around the room as her tormentor tightened her chokehold. She then collapsed to her knees before keening to her side, Hyland still holding on tight. Gellar thrashed and attempted to roll across the floor in a desperate bid to somehow break free, but her strength evaporated as she struggled for air, her green eyes now glazed as drool tricked from the corner of her mouth. Soon enough she ceased moving altogether, and her eyelids fluttered shut.
Hyland held her choke in place for a few moments more, just to make certain, and then she released her beaten opponent. The spectators were in shock...not a one of them had expected or even wanted a Hyland victory. And yet now, here it was. Rising up, her lithe body glistening, Sarah Highland placed a foot on the hip of her slumbering victim, wiped the sweat from her face, and beamed a smile that was pure smugness.
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Shay Mitchell vs Katrina Bowden
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As her back slammed down hard into the canvas Shay Mitchell wondered what in hell she had gotten herself into. It had been years since her last match and she thought she could jump right back into the fray with both feet with relative ease. But her confidence had certainly gotten the best of her as she stared up at the ceiling with a pained grimace on her face.
She thought taking on noted cream puff Katrina Bowden, a woman she had beaten multiple times before, would be easy, but she simply didn't have the stamina to compete and she quickly tired throughout the match.
Now looking up into the lights shay was breathing heavily when Katrina approached and leaned down so she could grab shay by her hair. The brunette grimaced and let out a squeal while Katrina brought her from the floor up to her hands and knees. "Don't worry shay your night is almost over, I've just got one or two more welcome back gifts for you. "
Katrina stepped in close enough to her rival so that Shay's had was between her legs and the blonde quickly brought her long stems together trapping Shays head securely in a headlock.
That desperate feeling of panic and anguish ran through Shay's body as her arms quickly began to slap and claw into Katrina's world famous legs, but the blonde was relentless squeezing Shay's head and neck tighter. "Ah ah ah that's enough of that shay." Katrina taunted while reaching to under hook both of Mitchell's arms and tightly trap them behind the brunette's back to eliminate what little chance she had of getting herself free.
Squeezing so tight her legs were beginning to shake Katrina could feel Shay's body growing weaker. Mitchell couldn't take any more of it and started admitting defeat weakly, but either Katrina didn't hear it or wasn't interested in it as she kept the hold on her opponent until she felt Shay's body go limp.
Katrina, remembering all the times Shay had beaten her in the past wanted to deliver one last welcome back present as she dropped down to her knees driving Shay's face down to the mat flattening the brunette. With Shays head turned to the side, Katrina slid forward and moved her bottom onto the side of Mitchell's face as the brunette was out cold and proceeded to pull Shays small bottoms down to her knees revealing the loser's cute blue panties. "Not a bad booty, but it certainly doesn't compare to mine. " Katrina's right hand grabbed the waist band of Shay's bottoms and pulled up giving the sleeping loser a butt cheek revealing wedgie while Katrina flexed her leg bicep and smiled posing for a round of victorious photos.
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Great job Iamrodgers. Missed your stories. Hope you are back writing more stories.
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Great job Iamrodgers. Missed your stories. Hope you are back writing more stories.
Thank you! Not my best work but hopefully I produce some better stuff with more activity. Have to get those creative juices going again.
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I'm glad to forward another story by one of my favourite writers, The Walkin Dude...
I'm thankful he's taken up my idea of a story about Amanda Righetti facing off again Kira Kosarin (a couple pages back in this thread), but then he suddenly surprised me with this lil' bit between Amanda and Neve Campbell, which I'm sure you'll enjoy just as much as I did. The fight takes place around 2008, 2009-ish, and *somewhere* along the way things have gone terribly wrong for tough Miss Righetti who was expecting to dominate her smaller veteran foe, Neve!
But find out yourself...
Amanda Righetti vs Neve Campbell
by The Walkin Dude
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Amanda groaned as the brunette sent another strong pulse through the Scissors, the dense meat of opposing thighs just grrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinding against the line of her jaw. To make matters worse, her chin was wedged tight in the southern curve of her foe's buttocks, thus reducing her view to the sweeping slope of those bunched, black-sheathed glutes. Ignoring the unpleasant little tingle building in her hands, the redhead flattened them into paddles and SLAPPED that encroaching ass no less than half a dozen times. "Get. OFF. MeAAAARRRRRHHHHH BITCH!"
The brunette moved her hands to the insides of Righetti's thighs to spread her legs a little wider, then crooked her right hand into a talon and affixed it to the inside of her opponent's left thigh just below the curve of her sturdy red briefs! "What's wrong, tuff girl? Thighs can't handle it?" Neve Campbell broke the hold and planted her clawin' hand on the mat so she could apply an identical grip to her opponent's right thigh!
"Guuuhhh... gonna break you in half when I get out of here, bitch." Righetti kept slapping at Neve's thighs and backside, but the pressure of the Scissors and the sting of the claws seemed to be sapping her strength at an exponential rate.
"Is that right?" Campbell didn't sound worried. "Is that before or after I claw your crotch?"
Amanda's eyes narrowed to black slots. "Don't even fucking think about OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!"
Neve didn't just think about it, she relished in moving that white knuckled grip to the undercarriage of Amanda's defenseless togs! "Tap out if you're finished, tuff girl!" Campbell demanded as she jostled her hand up 'n down, left 'n right and back again. "Because I'm just getting started!"
"NEVER!" Righetti barked even as her heels beat a hapless SOS against the soft blue mats. "I'm gonna make you pay for this, NevMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHH!"
Neve rose up and reared back, the domineering brunette settling the full weight of her rump atop the protesting redhead's mouth and nose! "So glad you wanted to wrestle topless." Campbell murmured as she used her thighs to push Amanda's breasts together. "Means I don't have to pull anything aside before I do this!" She caught Righetti's nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave each a sharp, painful twist! It was an unorthodox albeit completely legal technique under the rules of submission only mat wrestling and Campbell used it to great effect, just pinnnnnnnching, puuuuuulling, twisssssssting and tweeeeeeaaaaaaking while a squealing Amanda thrashed and squirmed beneath--
Righetti pounded her right hand against the mat once, twice, three times. "GHIB!" she moaned. "AYGHIB BIDGE. GHEDOFFAMEEE!"
Campbell released the pincers but not the Reverse Face Sit. Instead she reached down and gave Amanda's gulping tummy a domineering little pat. "Not just yet, sweetie. There's still the loser's penalty to deal with, remember?"
"Dunh...dunhtyoodareNNNNNRRRRRGGGGPPPPHHHH!"
Neve bore down and started to grind in long, sweeping strokes that squeezed her prey's nose a little tighter with each pass. It might take a while, but she meant to remind Amanda Righetti that everyone was the same size when they were flat on their back.
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HWA: Ariel Winter & Bindi Irwin vs Abigail Breslin & Chloë Grace Moretz
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The tag match was teetering on the edge of chaos. The legal action remained in the ring, where Ariel and Abigail were hammering away at one another with punches.
Suddenly, Breslin jabs her nails at her opponent’s eyes; Winter shrieks and staggers back, furiously rubbing her eyes to try and clear her vision. The blonde suddenly takes her blinded rival by the wrist and Irish Whips her to the corner; Ariel’s spine takes the impact as she slumps against the turnbuckles. Breslin rushes at her and delivers an Atomic Elbow to the brunette’s forehead, which caused her legs crumple under her, sending her sinking to her rear end, stunned.
Then Breslin dashes toward her and executes a Bronco Buster, grinding her crotch into the brunette’s face, seductively grinding her hips to further humiliate her arch-rival, and the arena erupts in a cacophony of boos and cheers in equal parts. Ariel’s hands flail, but she offers no effective counter in order to escape.
Finally Abigail ceases and pulls herself free of her foe. Standing up, she drags Winter up to her feet by her jet black hair, and then once again Irish Whips her to the opposite corner. Arms draped over the top ropes on either side of her, Ariel’s head lolls from side to side as she struggles to clear her head from its stupor. Unfortunately for her, Breslin isn’t about to get her that opportunity.
Taking a page out of her adversary’s own playbook, the blonde opts to hit Ariel with one of her own signature finishers, the “Winter Avalanche” Body Splash. Taking her place in the corner across from her intended target, the blonde suddenly rushes across the expanse of canvas at top speed, leaping into the air as she nears the brunette within just a few feet.
The impact resounds through the arena, as Abigail’s lush body slams into that of Ariel like a wrecking ball, glistening beads of perspiration erupting from their curvaceous bodies from the collision.
The splash has taken something out of Abigail as she steps backward on slightly trembling legs, but it’s instantly clear that Ariel has taken the worst of it by far. Glassy-eyed, she slowly staggers out of the corner, take several steps…and then like a tree felled in the forest, falls straight forward and lands face first on the mat, accompanied by a chorus of fans shouting, “TIMBERRRRRR!” As she lay there unmoving, it obvious that Winter is knocked out!
Meanwhile, the action outside of the ring was no lest tempestuous. No longer able to stand passively on the apron in their respective corners, Bindi and Chloe found themselves battling one another on the floor at ringside. Even as Breslin makes like difficult for Winter inside the squared circle, Irwin is attempting to finish her hated nemesis off by whipping her into the ring post. However, Chloe is about to reverse the whip, and instead it is the Aussie who is thrown into the post, her forehead and chest smashing into the unforgiving steel!
Moaning, Bindi staggers backward, and the blonde grabs the Australian brawler by the hair and slams her face into the ring apron, which is nothing more than a thin layer of canvas covering plywood. Irwin slumps over the apron, struggling to not collapse to the floor as her legs tremble, which Moretz goes over to the nearby Spanish announcers’ table and sweeps everything off of it. She then goes back to her adversary and hoists the brunette up and slings her over her shoulder, then lugs her over to the table, where she drops the dazed Bindi across the top.
Climbing up on the apron and scaling up the turnbuckles in order to precariously balance herself on the top, Chloe takes a moment to size up her target and then leaps into the air, executing her “Fall from Grace” Flying Elbow Drop. Splayed upon the tabletop, Bindi starts coming out of her stupor…just in time to see her foe soaring down toward her.
“Crikey…!” Irwin gasps an instant before Moretz lands.
The wooden table explodes beneath them, leaving the pair laying in the splintered debris. But Chloe is able to push herself up to her knees, whereas Bindi lay there, eyes shut and body listless, save for some involuntary twitches.
Looking up into the ring, Moretz sees that her partner has just wiped out Winter, so she calls Abigail down to ringside to help her. Together, the honey-haired pair lift Irwin up from the floor and roll her into the ring; crawling back between the ropes themselves, Abigail nudges Ariel over onto her back with the toe of her boot, while Chloe drags Bindi closer and drapes her body across that of her partner.
Then each blonde places a foot on the heaving chest of the unconscious Bindi and raise their arms in triumph as the referee, instructed to make it a twenty count, does so.
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"Eeeeeergh!" Tina Louise growled again as she completed another lap around Jane Fonda. Meanwhile, Jane Fonda leaned back, both hands locked in a death grip on Tina's wrist. Breathing in deeply, wide eyed and mouth agape, Jane spun on the spot with all of her might, swinging Tina in an unstable circle. As long as Jane spun, she remained safely out of the snarling redhead's reach, no matter how furiously Tina flailed her one free arm. "You can't... do this... forever!" Tina shouted, in between rapid breaths.
It was true. The two careened back and forth, as the exertion grew too great for Jane to continue. Suddenly, Jane's foot caught Tina's shin, and the curvy redhead's feet stalled on the canvas. She let out a shriek as she fell like a shoved bookshelf, standing with her feet planted on the spot, legs stiff, and simply pivoting downward, sending her face flying straight down to the canvas. Tina put her free hand out to protect herself, but the force was too great. The helpless redhead's nose smashed into the back of her hand, ramming it into the canvas as her stomach and chest thudded to the ground.
This final impact was enough to dislodge Jane, who landed on her butt and skidded back a few inches. With her long legs spread on the canvas, she stared into space with her lips parted slightly, supporting herself with her palms on the floor. Tilting her head back, Jane shook her head, briefly flinging her disheveled blonde hair away from her face.
Meanwhile, Tina rested her forehead on the back of her hand, face down on the canvas. Her other arm lay at her side, and her legs stretched out straight on the floor. Groaning, she pushed on the canvas with her palm, bending back her body and lifting her head for the first time since impact.
Jane's shapely leg swung neatly into the small empty space under Tina's chin. With a gasp, Tina's hands moved to push on Jane's thigh, but it was too late. Sitting down on Tina's upper back, Jane trapped the redhead's neck between her thigh and her calf. Tina heaved with all of her might, both hands on Jane's leg, but it was no use. The curvy redhead rotated her lower body back and forth on the canvas, kicking her powerful legs, but her head and neck stayed put. Twisting her face into a frown with her nose wrinkled, Tina bucked uselessly, trying to lift Jane's butt. The blonde actress simply leaned back, securing her ankle under her free leg and locking the hold in.
Whimpering, Tina slapped her feet against the floor in frustration. "I... I..." Weakly, she slapped the sides of Jane's thighs with her palms, finally gripping them weakly and ceasing her pointless struggles. "I quit..." Tina murmured softly.
With her lips drawn back, and a terrified look in her eyes, Jane shook her head vigorously. Instead, she leaned back, pressed her butt down on Tina's shoulder blades, and wrenched the trapped woman's neck backwards. As before, Jane was safe unless she let Tina go. Eyelids fluttering, TIna raised a hand from the canvas in protest, allowing it to waver up and down. With a final sigh, Tina's body seemed to deflate as it relaxed and flattened against the canvas, followed by a tiny thud as her.limp forearm dropped to the ground.
After catching her breath, Jane slipped Tina's head out from between her legs, and slid down the unconscious woman's back to sit on the ground. "Hfff," exhaled Jane, blowing a few messy strands of blonde hair from her eyes for a moment.
Jane
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Keiko Kitagawa
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The air in the penthouse high above the streets of Tokyo were filled with grunts, moans, panting for breath, and curses hurled in both English and Japanese.
And the spectators sat spellbound by the two beauties as their battle raged on past the forty minute mark. In spite of their years, Keiko and Sarah exhibited a ferocious endurance that fighters half their age could not hope to equal. The two beauties had proven to be too evenly matched for one to hold an advantage over the other for very long, and as they pushed themselves past the limits of their fortitude, each grew more desperate to finish the other off once and for all.
Snaring Kitagawa in a Full Nelson, the blonde tries to squeeze her opponent into submission. The Japanese beauty whines in pain, but her mind races with a plan to escape. Suddenly dropping to her left knee, she throws the startled American over her shoulder to the floor, breaking the hold. Gellar instantly scrambles, trying to climb back up to her feet, but the Asian beauty tackles her from behind, sending the blonde crashing face-first to the carpeted floor.
Now on her adversary’s back and trying to pin Sarah down with her body, Keiko uses her feet to Grapevine wide the American’s legs. She grasps Gellar’s right wrist and Hammerlocks her arm up between her shoulder blades; with her left arm, she snakes the limb across her rival’s throat and starts to choke her.
Eyes widening with panic, the gasping blonde squirms beneath her tormentor, trying desperately to pull free. If this were earlier in the match, she might well have been able to power out, but at this point she is running on the barest dregs of power left in her body, and she simply lacks the strength to break loose. Riding the thrashing beauty beneath her, Kitagawa allows herself a smug smirk, and starts to taunt her hapless foe by whispering in her ear, “Anata wa watashi to hikaku shite nani mo arimasen...anata wa yowaidesu!” Then in English she sneers, “You came all this way to lose. You are pathetic.”
Sarah grits and teeth and hisses, and makes one last effort to break free, but the effort is for naught. In just a few moments more, the last of air to her lungs takes it toll, and the lids flutter over her glassy eyes; then with a sigh, her eyes close, and her body ceases moving as she is driven unconscious.
Having preserved her honor by defeating the Gaijin, Keiko releases her hold and struggles back up until she is standing, however unsteadily. She places her left foot on the rear end of the knocked out Gellar and wearily raises her right arm to claim her triumph.
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Fun match, but I have to think that SMG is sick of being everybody's punching bag at this point!
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Fun match, but I have to think that SMG is sick of being everybody's punching bag at this point!
That's an excellent point. Maybe I'll see about doing something about that sometime. ;)
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Fun match, but I have to think that SMG is sick of being everybody's punching bag at this point!
Might be sick of it. But she is a true jobber who couldn’t fight out of a wet paper bag.
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Fun match, but I have to think that SMG is sick of being everybody's punching bag at this point!
Might be sick of it. But she is a true jobber who couldn’t fight out of a wet paper bag.
Which is ironic for you to say considering she’s actually trained to fight unlike most women here.
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Fun match, but I have to think that SMG is sick of being everybody's punching bag at this point!
Might be sick of it. But she is a true jobber who couldn’t fight out of a wet paper bag.
Which is ironic for you to say considering she’s actually trained to fight unlike most women here.
I know you are right. But love seeing SMG lose so it is more fun pretending she can’t fight.
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Shania Twain vs Carrie Underwood
(https://i.imgur.com/8xsLIQd.jpg?2)
Cornered and in a state that could only be described as somewhere between punch drunk and panic stricken Shania Twain frantically searched for an escape route but Carrie Underwood had other plans as the fit blonde coldly sneered at her older and over-matched opponent. "What's the matter? Your washed up old ass had enough Shania sweetie" Carrie snickered cockily.
"Screw you" Shania muttered defiantly trying to hold onto the few remaining shreds of her pride.
Carrie who by now had become bored of toying and bullying her aging adversary closed in for the kill grabbing a handful of Shania's brunette mane, Shania resisted briefly before being thrown to the floor by the leggy blonde. Shania mustering what little strength she had left crawled feverishly toward the door but Carrie pounced pinning her face down to the floor before wrapping her long, well muscled gams around Shania's midsection. Shania bucked and squirmed trying break Carrie's hold but resistance proved futile as Carrie rolled over onto her back with Shania placed in a reverse bearhug and body-scissors.
"Ohhh Gawwwd..p-p-please Carrie no" Shania wailed as Carrie began to flex her muscular thighs around Shania's no longer quite so firm midsection. "Starting to get a little thick down there aren't we, good thing I have long legs" Carrie purred in Shania's ear as she lay on her back with Shania on top of her. Shania now completely under Carrie's control and unable to withstand much more abuse knew she was out of options pleaded her surrender "P-Please Carrie I give up, y-your the better..s-s-stronger woman..n-now please let me g-g-go!"
"Awww thats so sweet Shania but I think an arrogant old bitch like you might need more convincing" Carrie hissed as she once again used her powerful legs to ratchet up the pressure on her aging rivals already aching waist. Resigned to her fate and on the verge of passing out tears began to stream down Shania's face. The once proud diva lie a completely broken woman and bitterly regretted dissing Underwood in an interview prior to the music festival they were attending.
Carrie at this point realizing Shania was finished released her hold. Then pushed Shania off of her, before grabbing her by the hair and unceremoniously dragging her sobbing victim out of the backstage dressing room and out onto the stage, where Shania was scheduled to perform later that evening. Carrie then grabbed a microphone and shouted "Washed up old hag disrespected me and paid dearly for it. My apologies if she's not quite up to performing tonight" Carrie then dropped the mic and proudly strutted off the stage. Leaving the audience in shock and a broken and bruised Shania Twain in her wake.
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Fun match, but I have to think that SMG is sick of being everybody's punching bag at this point!
That's an excellent point. Maybe I'll see about doing something about that sometime. ;)
It's NOT ABOUT whether SMG is "sick of being everybody's punching bag" or not.... it's about whether people are sick of READING ABOUT her being everybody's punching bag" that truly matters on the board!
Thanks, and keep up the good work (whichever way it goes)!!
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Backstage Brawl - 194X
Rita Hayworth marched towards her dressing room door, swaying slightly under the kicking, wailing weight spread over her shoulders. "Eeeergh!" snarled Jinx, as she bashed her fist into Rita's side. The tall redhead frowned and twitched, but with one raised arm hooked around Jinx's well-formed thigh, and the other around Jinx's pretty neck, she was in no danger of losing her hold. Ducking her head, Rita slid Jinx forward and shoved her torso with both hands, sending the lovely brunette smashing into the wall opposite her dressing room's exit. Jinx lay with her shoulders, neck, and head on the floor, back to the wall, and legs swinging unsteadily. "And stay out!" barked Rita, dusting her hands off as if trying to remove every trace of Jinx from herself.
Performing a small, entirely accidental somersault, Jinx rolled away from the wall, landing in a messy seated position. She rubbed the back of her neck and looked up at Rita, eyes narrowed. "Why you..." Pushing against the ground with one hand, Jinx was already moving back towards Rita as she began to stand.
Meanwhile, Janet Blair barged down the hallway, bent down at the waist and forehead to forehead with a retreating June Haver. Snarling and gripping each other's hair tightly, the two swerved to the side, thudding loudly against the wall, before bouncing away and continuing their uncontrolled charge. Bending her knees, June suddenly pivoted on the spot, swinging Janet in a semi-circle that sent her crashing into Jinx.
Knocked on her rear, again, with a face full of June's hip, Jinx winced and shut her eyes. As June wobbled unsteadily, butt in the air, with her feet and palms on the floor, Jinx sprung upwards. "Oooouggh!" gasped June, as Jinx's fist drilled into her unprotected stomach. Teeth clenched, Jinx swung her long legs up, clenching them tightly as she trapped June's head between her knees. Nearby, Rita glared at Janet coldly, advancing with her fists raised and beckoning for her to get close.
In other private dressing rooms nearby, other actresses cried out in pain, shouted in triumph, or screamed obscene threats, their words echoing and muffled. As the backstage brawl spread, many actresses were eager to take advantage of the chaos. Already, a long limbed brunette had succumbed to her attackers. Wearing only a pair of lacy black panties, she lay motionless, face down in the middle of the hallway.
One door down, Paulette Goddard gasped and stumbled backward, unable to escape Jane Russell's grip on her neck. While her fingers clasped Jane's wrist and bicep tightly, she could only squirm, back away, and struggle to inhale as Jane advanced on her, backing her into an unrelated, occupied dressing room. With a growl, Jane drew back her right fist, wavering for a moment as she prepared the final blow. From behind, Dusty Anderson gripped Jane's wrist before she could strike, then dove straight for her. Jane grunted as the charge lifted her feet into the air, flailing all four limbs as she scrambled to get a grip on her new attacker, before landing on her back beneath Dusty. Paulette held a hand to her chest and wheezed, dropping to one knee and shaking her head.
Thump! Thump! Thump! At the opposite end of the hall, a closed dressing room door shook violently with each muffled blow. The door's sign read "Joan Bennett," and it rattled in its slot. "Hrrgh! Hrmf!" came a woman's muffled voice, followed by a clamor and a crash of upturned furniture.
The door swung open, and a disheveled Joan Bennett tumbled forward, to land on her hands and knees in the hallway. Her short, dark hair partially covered her face, as her curls bounced in disarray, and her bra straps had slipped from her shoulders. Behind Joan stood Yvonne De Carlo, feet planted far apart, fists at her sides. Nostrils flared, she took two long steps forward, bent down, and gripped a handful of hair near the back of Joan's neck. Whining and pawing at Yvonne's arm, Joan wiggled back and forth on her stomach.
"Oh no you don't! I've had enough of you chattering about me behind my back," said Yvonne. Joan, wide eyed, began pushing herself up. With a frown, Yvonne stepped over Joan to stand astride her... then swung her legs up and dropped down, butt first, on Joan's lower back. "Whhhhrrrrrrffff!" exhaled Joan, her legs stiffening as Yvonne's weight crushed the air from her lungs, and smashed her stomach against the floor. Her limbs moved more weakly now, and she no longer tried to rise.
Smirking, Yvonne grabbed Joan by the waistband of her panties. Continuing to hold her hair, she dragged the helpless woman across the floor, back into her dressing room. "Nonononononono!" cried Joan, in a raspy, breathless tone. Yvonne peeked back and forth in the hallway before slamming the door shut.
(Sort of a sequel to this (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg591501#msg591501) and this (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg626338#msg626338).
The cast:
Rita Hayworth (https://i.imgur.com/e2WIMqa.jpg)
Jinx Falkenburg (https://i.imgur.com/AIE6s86.jpg)
Janet Blair (https://i.imgur.com/aec8R6v.jpg)
June Haver (https://i.imgur.com/jbhM4uj.jpg)
Paulette Goddard (https://i.imgur.com/sIrJSLL.jpg)
Jane Russell (https://i.imgur.com/zt45brb.jpg)
Dusty Anderson (https://i.imgur.com/74sPjAl.png)
Joan Bennett (https://i.imgur.com/49F5wrB.png)
Yvonne De Carlo (https://i.imgur.com/gQyHSdc.jpg))
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Lauren Taylor
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There’s one thing that can be said about a ten hour jet flight from Tokyo to L.A….it gives you ample time to think. And Sarah had a great deal to think about.
Here she was flying first class, and it felt for all the world as if she were crawling back to America with her tail between her legs. She had gone to Japan determined to reverse her recent bad fortune, but only to find even more of it, as she was defeated following a rousing brawl by Keiko Kitagawa.
She had been journeying to the celebrity catfight circuit in Japan for some twenty-five years, and for nearly all of them, she was one of the most successful fighters of all time, dominating the sport. And the same held true back in America. But in recent years, that dominance began to slip. Ever so gradually at first, but eventually with increasing frequency.
Sure, she knew she wasn’t 25 years old anymore…that she was no longer the young firebrand who could outwit, outfight and outlast anyone she faced. But as age began to diminish her speed and her endurance, she reasoned that she could more than make up for it with her greater skill and experience.
But that proved to be not the case. Oh, she still fought well; brilliant, even. For the first half of any match, she was still one of the very best. But as the minutes ticked by, the tide would turn. Her timing would be off, or she’d mis-read an opponent’s intention, or she’d simply grow too sluggish and winded. And then she would lose.
She certainly shouldn’t be surprised, given the fact that she could now see forty receding in the rear view mirror. Few of the other celebs who started in the fighting society when they were all young are still toughing it out today. They knew when to get out, it seems.
But the thing of it is, Sarah knew, deep in her heart, that she wasn’t finished yet. She still had damned good years left in her. What’s more, she needed this. She never discussed it with anyone, but she craved the sensation of overcoming another woman and proving her supremacy. But if she ever wanted to experience that again, she needed to overcome her own mounting flaws and resume her victorious ways.
For the hundredth time since she first received the email two days previous, the blonde pulled out her smartphone and looked at the words on the screen. Sharks can smell blood in the water, and as news of Sarah’s latest defeat flashed across the catfighting grapevine, the younger ones began circling.
Gellar hadn’t even heard of Lauren Taylor before, but the match coordinator who forwarded her challenge to the veteran briefly said she was a newcomer, but very impressive, and she had already racked up a number of wins. Sarah didn’t know her, but she knew her kind: young, cocky and pretty, with a streak of viciousness she keeps tucked away except when she’s tearing into some other girl. Gellar knew that kind of fighter well…it described her to a ‘T’ when she first got into this sport.
And now Ms. Lauren Taylor was looking to take the next step up the ladder by scoring a huge victory over the legend. And while Sarah may not have been much of a winner of late, she was still a name to be reckoned with, and beating her would propel Taylor to new heights. She imagined that the young actress was beside herself with giddiness over the prospect of destroying Gellar and gaining fame for doing so.
Ordinarily as the challenged party, Sarah would have the right of preference over just when the match would take place. But it was a sign of her diminishing influence that instead she was informed that it would take place in just over two weeks; “The only time Ms. Lauren has available,” she was tartly told. Yeah, I'm sure, Gellar thought to herself. The blonde ran her palm across her belly and gave the tiniest of winces, as she was still sore from an abdominal clawhold that Kitagawa had punished her with in their match. She would have preferred a couple of weeks more to fully recover and partake in extensive training in preparation, but this was the hand she was being dealt. If she turned the match down, the word would go out that Sarah Michelle Gellar was washed up. Or, worse yet, afraid of little Lauren Taylor. So she agreed to the date. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back in her seat and thought about happier times.
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AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Sarah’s piercing screams filled the air. Lauren had placed both of her feet on either side of her prone opponent’s head, stepping on Gellar’s long blonde hair. She then grasped her foe’s wrists and yanked her arms up, pulling Sarah’s torso up as well…but with her head pinned down by her own hair, her scalp was on fire with agony.
The younger blonde then lifted her right leg and pistoned three quick short stomps to her victim’s face with the sole of her foot, leaving Gellar glassy-eyed and moaning. Sarah’s partisans in the elite group of spectators winced and grew increasingly despondent, as they feared they were witnessing the coming of yet another defeat.
The veteran had come into this match expecting that her young opponent was like most every other newcomer…over-eager and prone to mistakes. She was wrong. Lauren Taylor possesses a savviness in combat that is far beyond her years. Knowing that Gellar performed best in the early part of her matches, Lauren stayed on the defensive, counting on her greater endurance to sustain her during the assault. And so it did, so that as the older woman started losing steam, the youngster was able to launch her own offensive. As the minutes ticked by, the look on Sarah’s face told the tale, as her expression went from determination, to frustration, to concern, and now to fear-tinged panic. She was losing again, and worst of all, it wasn’t to a fellow veteran, but instead to a smug rookie.
And the look gracing Lauren’s deceptively angelic features could indeed be termed “smug”. And with good reason. She had long been planning for this, having put Gellar in her crosshairs months ago, and carefully awaiting the perfect moment to strike. While beating the veteran tonight would hardly have the same cache it would have held had she done so just a few short years ago, it will still be a fine feather in her cap, and provide a boost to her fledgling career But the young blonde plans to do much more than simply beat the legend.
While it’s true that Gellar had suffered a string of defeats over the past 18 months, her pride had not allowed her to submit in any of them. Rather, her opponents had to literally beat Sarah senseless in order to win. But that wasn’t what Taylor wanted.
No, she was going to be the first to make Sarah Michelle Gellar not only verbally submit, but to scream out her surrender, and to beg for mercy! She was going to break the veteran in both body and spirit tonight.
Bending down and filling her fists with her dazed opponent’s tangled hair, Lauren hauls Gellar up to her unsteady feet. Stepping behind her, and turning Sarah so that she faces the spectators, Taylor entwined her body with that of her rival, applying an abdominal stretch. Their bodies now torqued together, all of the pressure was on the veteran’s frame, and she snapped out of her stupor as the first wave of pain struck.
Sarah moaned and mewled as her body was agonizingly bent against that of her tormentor, as Lauren gradually applied more and more pressure to the hold. Perspiration glistened across the bodies of both beauties as this tableau of anguish ground on for one full minute…two…three. The onlookers could now see the sparkle of tears in Sarah’s eyes as her lower lip quivered.
“Say it,” Lauren purred into her ear. “Say you give up…say I’ve beaten you. And then beg me for mercy!”
A small gasp of dread escaped from Gellar’s lips at these words, but still she refused to surrender. Looking into the faces of her most ardent supporters, she saw unhappy resignation in their eyes, for they had given up on her.
But she hadn’t given up on herself.
The pain was mind-numbing, but she forced herself to block out as much as she could. Then with a sudden roar…all present at first thought it was her screamed submission at last…Sarah deftly executed a hip toss, throwing her startled adversary over, where she slammed to the floor with a thud. Gellar staggers back, her right hand clutching her aching left side ribs. Lauren sits on the floor for several moments, a look of absolute shock and dismay on her face. What the hell just happened?
Collecting herself, she rolls over to her hand and knees and jumps up, ready to engage again and regain the upper hand. But she is met with a knife hand thrust to the solar plexus that draws a sharp gasp of pain. A backhand slap to the face sends her spinning and stumbling to the side.
Shaking her head, her face now beclouded by anger, Taylor balls her fist and throws a right cross that smashes into Gellar’s jaw, and now Sarah is the one who stumbles back. The smirk returned to her face, the younger battler again draws back her right fist, ready to throw another haymaker…except now when she does, it is blocked by her target’s left arm, and an instant later Gellar follows with an uppercut that snaps her adversary’s head back sharply with a spray of sweat.
Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Sarah throws her another blow, this one aimed precisely at the spot just above Lauren’s breasts to be a perfect heart punch. Eyes going wide and her mouth falling open as she lets out a wheeze of breath, the younger woman reels backward several faltering steps until she lands unceremoniously on her read end.
“You want to hear a submission that badly?” Gellar grimly asks. “Then you will…except it will be yours!”
A kick to her flank sends Taylor rolling over onto her stomach, and Sarah swiftly sits down on her back. Reaching behind with her right hand, she grabs her opponent’s right foot and yanks her leg up and back. With her left hand, she cups it under Lauren’s chin and pulls her head up. The youngster squeals and whines in anguish, her fists pounding at the carpeted floor, her body trembling from the pain. She holds out for several minutes, even as tears streak down her face, trailing black mascara. Finally, she rasps out the inevitable words…
“STOP! I…I GIVE UP!”
But Sarah doesn’t release her. Instead she calmly asks, “Who’s the better woman?”
Sobbing now, Lauren whimpers, “You are…you’re the better woman! Please, now let me go!”
Having exacted a submission and made the cocky little bitch beg a bit, Sarah is satisfied. She releases her handholds and stands up. She doesn’t even bother striking a victory pose, she just turns and strides back to the bedroom prepared for her. She didn’t have to say a thing, for her actions spoke volumes tonight: Sarah Michelle Gellar is back!
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This one warms the heart :) Super happy to see Sarah win one, thanks for this!
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This one warms the heart :) Super happy to see Sarah win one, thanks for this!
My pleasure. :)
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Megan and Margot started out the match with an intense stare-down and once the bell rang, it was Fox who launched herself out of her corner and began swinging her fists from behind her own hips towards Robbie's face. Most of Fox's wild haymakers missed their mark or were blocked by the blonde, she still managed to occasionally violently batter Margot's face from side to side that almost put the Aussie out on her feet.
Fox felt confident as she forced the blonde's back into the ropes only to have Margot deflect her own right hook and respond with a ripping uppercut that caught Megan on the chin and sent her stumbling backwards while her eyes rolled back into her head. She quickly picked herself up after falling down on her ass, but Margot was already on her and smashed her thigh into Fox's midsection.
With Fox gasping and doubled over at the waist, she was an easy target for Margot to grab her by the hair and forcefully twist her down to the canvas on her back. A wicked smile adorning her lips, Robbie quickly straddled the brunette and pinned the brunette's arms down with her knees.
"Not so cocky now are you Foxy?" Margot asks with a laugh as she squeezes Megan's cheeks in her hands before sliding up and settling her crotch down onto the brunette's struggling face. Robbie doesn't even attempt to hide the fact that she's using the brunette's defenseless face to get herself off as she grinds herself down onto the American's struggling face.
Fox attempted to respond to Margot's mocking threat, but her words were swallowed and suffocated by the blonde's ass that was still astride her face. "What was that?" Robbie sarcastically asked while shimmying her hips to further bury the brunette's face further into her sweaty ass.
"Use that mouthy tongue of yours and I'll leave you alone." Margot threatened while grabbing hold of Fox's dark hair and using it to pull Megan's face harder into her pussy. "LICK, bitch!" The Aussie demanded. And with no other escape, Fox stuck her tongue out and swabbed it between the blonde's aroused labia. "More! Deeper, you worthless bitch!" Margot shouted at the woman underneath her. Megan tried desperately to resist and shove the blond off of her, but no matter how hard she tried Robbie's ass remained firmly planted on her face.
After several minutes of Margot swiveling her hips and grinding her pussy onto Fox's face while still lifting up to give Megan a breath every once in a while just to prolong her suffering Robbie finally decided to put an end to the American once and for all. Feeling Megan's struggling finally end underneath her ass, Margot starts to vigorously grind her pussy into Fox's oblivious face and after a few minutes eventually explodes and douses Megan's sleeping face in copious amounts of her steaming juices that overflow out of the beaten woman's mouth and dribble out onto the mat.
Hearing Megan gag and cough as her cum overwhelms the brunette, Margot stands up with her arms raised and her right foot pressing down onto Fox's rapidly rising left tit. Robbie acknowledges the cheers from the crowd while crushing the brunette's tit with her foot.
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Megan and Margot started out the match with an intense stare-down and once the bell rang, it was Fox who launched herself out of her corner and began swinging her fists from behind her own hips towards Robbie's face. Most of Fox's wild haymakers missed their mark or were blocked by the blonde, she still managed to occasionally violently batter Margot's face from side to side that almost put the Aussie out on her feet.
Fox felt confident as she forced the blonde's back into the ropes only to have Margot deflect her own right hook and respond with a ripping uppercut that caught Megan on the chin and sent her stumbling backwards while her eyes rolled back into her head. She quickly picked herself up after falling down on her ass, but Margot was already on her and smashed her thigh into Fox's midsection.
With Fox gasping and doubled over at the waist, she was an easy target for Margot to grab her by the hair and forcefully twist her down to the canvas on her back. A wicked smile adorning her lips, Robbie quickly straddled the brunette and pinned the brunette's arms down with her knees.
"Not so cocky now are you Foxy?" Margot asks with a laugh as she squeezes Megan's cheeks in her hands before sliding up and settling her crotch down onto the brunette's struggling face. Robbie doesn't even attempt to hide the fact that she's using the brunette's defenseless face to get herself off as she grinds herself down onto the American's struggling face.
Fox attempted to respond to Margot's mocking threat, but her words were swallowed and suffocated by the blonde's ass that was still astride her face. "What was that?" Robbie sarcastically asked while shimmying her hips to further bury the brunette's face further into her sweaty ass.
"Use that mouthy tongue of yours and I'll leave you alone." Margot threatened while grabbing hold of Fox's dark hair and using it to pull Megan's face harder into her pussy. "LICK, bitch!" The Aussie demanded. And with no other escape, Fox stuck her tongue out and swabbed it between the blonde's aroused labia. "More! Deeper, you worthless bitch!" Margot shouted at the woman underneath her. Megan tried desperately to resist and shove the blond off of her, but no matter how hard she tried Robbie's ass remained firmly planted on her face.
After several minutes of Margot swiveling her hips and grinding her pussy onto Fox's face while still lifting up to give Megan a breath every once in a while just to prolong her suffering Robbie finally decided to put an end to the American once and for all. Feeling Megan's struggling finally end underneath her ass, Margot starts to vigorously grind her pussy into Fox's oblivious face and after a few minutes eventually explodes and douses Megan's sleeping face in copious amounts of her steaming juices that overflow out of the beaten woman's mouth and dribble out onto the mat.
Hearing Megan gag and cough as her cum overwhelms the brunette, Margot stands up with her arms raised and her right foot pressing down onto Fox's rapidly rising left tit. Robbie acknowledges the cheers from the crowd while crushing the brunette's tit with her foot.
Margot is has quickly taken over Fox’s place as a dominating sexpot
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FLASHBACK 1962: SUSAN HART VS ANNETTE FUNICELLO
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It was something new in the underground celebrity fight league...boxing! Ringposts and ropes were erected in the spacious living room of a particular Bel Air mansion, with the carpeted floor serving as the mat. The combatants were two rising young stars in both Hollywood and the catfighting circuit, and both ingenues jumped at the chance to don gloves and slug it out.
Six three-minute rounds had gone by, and Susan and Annette were fighting against exhaustion as much as each other. Between rounds, each sat on stools in their respective corners, they sweat-soaked bodies drenched even further as their corner women applied wet sponges to their faces to cool them down.
And then the bell rang and the two beauties struggled back up to their feet, raising leaden arms in preparation as they circle one another. Funicello had come tantalizingly close to winning the match in the previous round, dropping Hart to the floor with jab/right cross/left hook combination. The count made it to seven before she was saved by the bell. Now, Annette can only hope that lightning strikes twice.
But Susan wasn't about to make it easy for her. She used her arms to catch as many of her opponent's blows as possible, hoping to tire Funicello out. By staying on the defensive, Hart made it appear that she was reeling and nearly finished, and unable to launch her own offensive. Annette certainly believed this, and she continued to pound away at her adversary's arms, landing the occasional leather glove to her belly or head, but essentially doing little damage.
Or, more precisely, little damage to Susan. For quickly it became apparent that Funicello was exhausting herself. Her movements grew sluggish as she panted heavily for breath. Finally, Hart knew her time had come.
She suddenly went on the attack, jabbing at her surprised rival's face, forcing Annette to stumble backward to try and escape her. Thus distracted, Funicello offered no real defense as Susan suddenly unleashed flurry of blows, smashing crosses, hooks and uppercuts to Annette's face. Left glassy-eyed by the barrage, Funicello finally toppled to the floor, where she remained senseless, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. The referee counted to ten and the final bell rang.
Triumphantly, the smirking Susan struck a victory pose over her beaten rival and accepted the cheers of the onlookers.
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Dua Lipa vs Halsey
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What has started as a photoshoot to promote their upcoming featured song together had quickly collapsed. Dua and Halsey had slammed one another into walls and doors. Destroying nearly all the furniture in the luxury villa before Lipa finally found herself in the opportune position. With Halsey sitting in the corner of the room she shoved her ass in the other woman's face. The other woman screamed as she tried to break free from the other woman's stinkface but her hands just slid over the other woman's sweaty thighs. After a moment she slumped over KO'd. Dua turns to the other woman and grabs her face. She rams her tongue into the other woman's mouth before pulling away. "Shouldn't have messed with the Alpha bitch." She says walking away and straightening her bikini.
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Taylor Swift vs Kat McNamara
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When Taylor had made a joke about how she would have been a better cast as Mia in Arrow, she never realized how much of a stirr it would cause. Cast members of the show hit her up constantly, berating her about how she didn't know what she was talking about and that her acting was shitty. But the last straw was when Kat McNamara posted a video of herself singing one of Taylors own songs in her home. At the end of the song the other blonde looked into the camera and said "thats how its done bitch"
This caused a viciously public back and fourth from the two constantly shit talking one another and their appearances. The feud stopped after Swift challenged Kat to a fight anyplace anywhere. Before things could escalate further both women were temporarily banned from Twitter.
Taylor in that time calmed down. She was on tour, all she had to do was focus on doing her thing and everything would surely be fine. In the middle of one of her Vegas concerts though people gasped as McNamara climbed up onto the stage. "Lets go bitch" she shouted before rushing Swift. Both women catballed around the stage to the horror of the crowd as Security rushed them.
"Back the fuck off she's mine!" Taylor shouted as she slapped the other woman across the face. Kat looked at her appalled as she held her face. Using her martial arts training she punched the other woman in the throat. Using the other woman's shock to her advantage she pushed Taylor off of herself and started stripping the other woman out of her black concert attire.
Taylor screamed as she reached out to grab the other woman. All she could get ahold of was the other woman's dress as she was now only in a bra and thong with her knee high boots. Kat gasped as well covering up before she kicked Taylor in the gut and lifted her up. She spun the other woman around for a tombstone. "Nighty night whore!" She smiled looking out at the crowd. Loving the feel of the screaming woman tucking her head into her crotch and her world famous legs wrapping around the back of her head before she dumps Taylor on her head knocking her out. "Some hero you all have." McNamara says taking off her shoe and planting it on Taylor's face before winking to the crowd and leaving.
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(Thanks for reading been a huge fan of this thread since day one. Just recently felt confident enough to add to it.)
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Brie Larson vs Mary Elizabeth Winsted
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What started out as a simple invite to be part of a dance routine had turned into so much more. For her YouTube Channel Brie Larson had hired someone to come up with a dance routine for her song Black Sheep. Deciding it would be fun to have one of the other cast members along with her, she invited Mary knowing the other actress had experience dancing. The two quickly bumped into eachother several times before and all out Catfight began taking place in the studio.
Both womens workout gear had literal claw marks in it as Brie pinned Mary down to the mat. They sat there for a moment face to face. "So this is why you didn't want a fight scene between us in the movie." Larson smirked down at the sweaty brunette.
Mary fought to push Larson off of her but the blonde wouldn't Budge. "Cheap shotting bitch. Lemme go and I'll tear you apart!" The Ramona actress shouted.
Brie smiled and kissed the woman on the lips. "Guess this makes me another one of your evil exes." She winked before spinning around atop the other woman. Her now famous ass right in Mary's face as she wrapped her powerful legs around the other woman's head.
She moaned as she squeezed. The helpless woman's hands slapping at her ass violently trying to break her grip. She held the scissors for over a minute. Eventually Winstead's hands falling limply on her ass. Brie stood up and planted her foot on the side of the sleeping woman's face. A little drool pooling on the floor. "Next time send who you're dating, maybe they'll have better luck." She said turning beginning to walk to the door of the studio. "This will make a great video" she says winking at the camera and smacking her ass as the other woman is left completely laid out on the floor.
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Flashback 1961: Annette Funicello vs Cheryl Miller
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If there was an award for Biggest Sweetheart in Celebrity Catfighting, Annette and Cheryl would both be leading contenders. The two teen tyros had made a big splash on the circuit in their first months, and had impressed everyone with how sweet and friendly they were...at least when they weren't fighting. In the midst of their matches, they were as fierce as anyone.
So it came as a surprise that there was such an instant dislike between the two. Perhaps it was because they were too similar in both temperament and talent. Or maybe it was just some chemical reaction between them. But from the moment they first met, their eyes narrowed and their nostrils flared. They never missed an opportunity to hurl catty insults at one another, or run the other down to anyone who would listen. Clearly, the two young phenoms were on a collision course.
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It all came to a head late in their first year as fighters, when it was announced that they had tied one another for the honor of Rookie of the Year. But that was unacceptable to both Miller and Funicello, who both immediately demanded a match to decide who wins the award. It would be the first time they would be meeting in combat, and it instantly became the most anticipated match of the season.
And such expectations were more than met. Despite their newcomer status, and the occasional rookie awkwardness they each displayed, Cheryl and Annette were tremendously gifted fighters, and both had more than a few victories to their credit to prove it. On this night, they unleashed all of their skills, fueled by their anger and shared animosity, into as savage a contest as any of the elite spectators had seen before!
The brawl dragged on for fifteen...thirty...then forty-five minutes, the spacious living room of the Beverly Hills mansion where it took place turned into a battleground. Both beauties were driven to the limits of exhaustion and then beyond, their bodies soaked with sweat, their chests heaving as they gasped heavily for breath, their once carefully coiffed hair now damp, matted and tangled, with generous amounts of strands littering the carpeted floor.. To the frustration of both Annette and Cheryl, the two proved too evenly matched, with neither able to hold the advantage over the other for very long. As the pair were both now drawing on their last dregs of strength, they each realized they would have to win it quickly, or never.
Standing on unsteady legs barely three feet apart, they glared at one another, as each sought to draw upon what scant reserves of power their sore and tired bodies still possessed. After what seemed like an eternity...was was little more than ten seconds...Funicello started to lunge at her rival. But an instant later the brunette let out a sharp yelp of pain, stumbled back several steps, and sank to her knees. All eyes had been focused on Annette, so few had even seen Cheryl drive her left knee up into her charging opponent's groin.
But now Funicello was on her knees, her hands clutching her throbbing womanhood as her whole body trembled, and she choked back a sob. The blonde's leg lashed out again, this time landing a kick to her rival's chest, which sent Annette sprawling onto her back. Standing over the brunette, Cheryl began to stomp her foot against and again onto Annette's belly, breasts and head, as her victim squealed and shrieked from the piston-like blows. It looked like the end had come at last, when suddenly Funicello swept her left arm out, knocking her tormentor's leg out from under her, and sending Miller crashing to the floor, where she landed with a thud and a groan. The blonde tried to rise up again, but as she got to her knees, Annette threw a wild kick, and now it was Cheryl who felt the explosive agony of a blow to the groin!
The two beauties took several minutes as they both lay on the carpet, trying to marshal whatever remaining power their bodies yet possessed. And then, as if on some unspoken cue, they both struggled as they sat up, then with no small effort they each managed to rise to their feet. They said nothing as their eyes bore into one another, but suddenly with the snarls of jungle beasts they threw themselves together.
The sharp sound of foreheads colliding was unmistakable, and in the next instant Annette collapsed to her back like a marionette with its strings cut. Cheryl, glassy-eyed, teetered precariously, and then keeled forward, her lush body landing upon that of her rival, draping across it. And there they lay, unconscious and unmoving.
In any other circumstances this would be declared a draw, but given the stakes, a quick conference was called by the host and several prominent spectators, and a decision was reached: For the first time in Hollywood catfighting history, a pin would decide a match!
And hours later, when Cheryl finally awoke in the bed of one of the mansion's guest rooms (Annette having been carefully transported home), she saw the gleaming golden Rookie of the Year trophy on the nightstand beside her.
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It's a delightful double shot from the Walkin' Dude!
Different people called it different things.
Ombudsmen working at events sponsored by major studios referred to it as the Penalty Phase.
Certain tape producers called it Winner’s Privilege while journalists covering such things preferred the phrase Punishment Round.
And the fighters actually participating in such contests?
They’d dubbed it The Humiliation Game.
Whatever the name, the gist was always the same. A period of anywhere from one to five minutes following the conclusion of the match where the winner is allowed to impose her will on the loser in any way she sees fit.
Below are just two examples…
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Emily proved maddeningly tenacious.
The blonde had avoided, countered, resisted or flat out denied Gal her Triangle Choke for the better part of thirty minutes, all the while punishing the brunette with (among other things) a series of Bear Hugs applied from various angles. These repeated constrictions took Gadot’s vaunted cardio to the absolute limit, yet a war of attrition was never one sided and the brunette gave as good as she got with numerous Scissors and other body-bending stretches.
Through it all she never stopped looking for the Triangle, but in the end it was VanCamp’s determination to defend against the hold that proved her undoing.
In a scramble to keep her arm from the brunette Emily left her head exposed and in that moment Gadot caught her in a snug Figure Four Headscissors. With her left calf snug against the other woman’s throat, Gal planted her left hand like a kickstand and pushed up and forward to drive her hips into the back of VanCamp’s head. Doing so put an ungodly kink in Emily’s windpipe and strong as she was, it took less than ten seconds for her to tap a worried little tattoo on Gadot’s left knee.
Gal released the Scissors at the sound of the polite chime that signaled the end of the match, but rather than get to her feet she crawled around to Emily’s right and shoveled her onto her stomach with a rude two-handed shove. “This has been a spirited battle. Almost a shame that someone had to lose.” the brunette’s tone was simultaneously contemplative and teasing as she went about the business of removing her foe’s fightin’ sports-bra. “Yet one of us did lose and since we both agreed to a punishment round…” Gadot claimed VanCamp’s wrists, pinned them together behind her back and secured them with the blonde’s shorn top. “…it is only fair that I claim my prize.”
“Guuuuhhhh…. get on with it.” the blonde rasped, her voice still ragged from the crushing pressure of the Scissors. “Just because you won doesn’t mean you get to be insufferable about OOOOOOWWWWWW BITCH!”
Gal snatched a massive handful of the blonde’s gunmetal gray trunks and made a good three quarters of the material disappear in a single yank. “That is exactly what it means, bitch.” Gadot punctuated with a hard swat to each bared bun.
Relinquishing the wedgie after another teasing jostle, Gal twined her fingers in VanCamp’s hair and hauled her to verticality in a series of mean fits and starts. “Did you know a particularly odious executive suggested I use a lasso in my punishment rounds?” the brunette asked her foe as she looped her arms around Emily’s biceps and clasped her hands in the hollow of her back. “It is an amusing enough gimmick I suppose, but I politely declined on the grounds that I-”
“Am an arrogant bitch who loves the sound of her own voicHHHNNNNNGHH!” VanCamp’s retort collapsed into a agonized groan when Gadot bore down on the Bear Hug with enough force to put the blonde up on tiptoe.
Savoring the flash of humiliating realization that flashed across Emily’s face, Gal beamed, then leaned in to whisper, “On the grounds that I need no magic to compel the truth from a sniveling brat like you!”
“Rrrrggghhh… go fuck yourseAAAAARRRRHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
Gadot dipped her knees and slid the Hug a little lower so she could muscle VanCamp into the air, the thrashing blonde now in the extremely uncharacteristic position of fighting for purchase against another woman’s Bear Hug. Not content to simply hold her rival in place, Gadot set her feet and whipped the blonde back and forth in a violent rag-dolling Emily often gave and very seldom (if ever) received. Gal delivered several bursts of this merciless shaking over the course of perhaps thirty seconds before she set VanCamp down just to haul her up even higher than before! Emily fought the pressure as best she could even managing to get her shins braced against the brunette’s hips for a moment, but in the end Gadot jounced her from the mount and those usually strong legs hung heavy and slack, her toes almost six inches off the canvas.
Only letting her foe’s feet return to solid ground when she was little better than a dishrag in her grip, Gal touched her forehead to Emily’s and murmured, “The time has come to tell the truth, little girl. Who won the match?”
VanCamp started to shake her head ‘no’ only to burble in exhausted hurt when Gadot drew the coil even tighter. “Yuuuuhhhhh…. you did.”
“And who lost the match?”
“…I didNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
“Who lost?”
“I did!”
“What did you do?”
“I lost!”
“I’m sorry, I could you repeat that?” Gadot purred as the Bear Hug wrung out the last of VanCamp’s pride.
“I LOST!”
“But I thought you were tough?” Didn’t you tell me you were going to win?”
“I didn’t!” Em snuffled in abject misery.
Gal on the other hand was loving every second of her hard-fought victory. “Why didn’t you win?”
“I’m a loser.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m a loser.”
The towering brunette hoisted her prey skyward and leaned back for a final crushing constriction!
“WHAT ARE YOU?”
“A LOSER!” VanCamp bawled. “LOSER! LOSER! LOS--”
Gadot released her hooks and stepped back, finally allowing the blonde to sprawl at her feet in a gasping heap.
Hands on her hips, Gal nodded, then placed a foot on Emily’s chest. “Yes.” she agreed. “Yes you are.”
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They’d been after each other’s tits all night.
That in and of itself was hardly surprising, though it was a bit unusual for a match with a Penalty Period attached. Usually such a stipulation meant the cattier tactics wouldn’t make an appearance until the match was decided, tonight however…
Troian couldn’t even remember how it started. She was fairly certain she’d spilled Naomi out of her top with a particularly stiff Knife-Edge Chop no less than five minutes after the opening bell, but part of her brain insisted she’d concentrated those Chops on the other brunette’s boobs in retaliation for some particularly vicious (and unprovoked!) tweaking on what should have been a clean break in the corner. Of course it might’ve started because they’d both come to the ring in differing shades of pink, and while this was more a lapse of their respective management than the fighters themselves, it guaranteed both wrestlers were hostile before the opening bell ever sounded.
Regardless of reason, the bout quickly shifted from competitive wrestling to an exhaustive study on how to punish your opponent’s breasts from every conceivable position.
Catch her in a Camel Clutch? Hook her rack instead of a Chinlock.
Secured a Bodyscissors? Slap her tits to make things worse.
Got her in the Abdominal Stretch? Leave the tummy alone in favor of merciless tweaking.
Sometimes such meanness was inflicted and endured with an icy sort of silence and sometime each fresh slight was greeted with a shriek of infuriated Valkyrie rage. Naomi and Troian found themselves among the latter, each finding new ways to demean and denigrate her foe’s bounty at every opportunity. The brunettes wrestled in this fashion for almost forty-five minutes with none of the usual late-stage shift or drop-off usually seen in particularly long matches. Indeed they were still battling at a fever pitch when Troi countered a Back Body Drop attempt with a Piledriver that DROVE the crown of Naomi’s skull into the mat with a heavy thud. Bellisario settled into a Crossbody more out of instinct than belief the match was over and she looked as surprised as anyone when the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Clambering to her feet at the sound of the bell, Troi started to raise a hand, then dropped to her knees when Scott rolled over onto all fours.
“Guuuuhhhh… got lucky, dammit.” Naomi huffed to no one in particular. “Had to pin because you couldn’t make me subNNGGHHOW!”
Bellisario cracked a slap across her opponent’s cheeks before treating the spangly ‘NS’ insignia emblazoned upon the seat of Scott’s trunks to a sharp pinch. “Never would’ve gone for the cover if I knew you weren’t going to kick out, honey.” Troian replied as she pressed her battle-weary chest against the other brunette’s back. But since you didn’t, it’s time I took what’s rightfully mine. Can you guess what I want?”
Naomi didn’t have to guess. They’d both made the same promise several times throughout the course of the match. “Couldn’t make me submit all night, slut.” she answered. “No way you’re gonna do it in three minOOOOOOOHHHHH!”
The time constraints didn’t seem to phase Bellisario in the slightest, if anything she looked quite motivated when she reached under Naomi’s arms and clamped down on her hanging breasts.
“You were allowed to wriggle and squirm your way to the ropes during the match, Scotty.” Troian explained as she kneaded the other wrestler’s tits like a baker working particularly stiff dough. “For the next two minutes and forty seven, no, six, seconds, you can’t do anything but plead!”
“Good luck with that, bitch. I’ll never plead for GGGGGRRRRHHHHH!”
Bellisario tugged Naomi’s breasts apart only to ‘smack’ them together half a dozen times before resuming that methodical, stress ball-esque squeezing. Troi wiggled in the mount, her smile growing wider when she felt Scott groan against the encroachment of her own modest curves. “Why can’t you take your eyes off the mat, honey? Afraid of how much time is left on the clock?” she purred in Scott’s left ear.
“Only afraid of how much more of your shit I’ll hear before AAAAIIIIIIEEEEE F*CK YOOOOOOOOOU!”
There was a minute left on the clock and Troian made it count by taking her foe’s nipples between thumb and forefinger. The victrix didn’t actually twist the sensitive flesh. Rather she pulled, then she rolled and finally she tweaked, an agonizing three part dirge that she repeated over and over again until Scott pounded a palm against the canvas and wailed, “STOP! JUST STOP!”
“Not until you’re FINISHED.”
“I….AM.” Naomi growled through clenched teeth. “
“On your knees.” Bellisario ordered. “On your knees, hands behind your head!”
Scott cursed, but did as she was told, the exhausted brunette settling into a position that grew even more galling when Troian gave up the tweaking for a possessive ‘hand bra’.
“These are mine until I say otherwise or you’ve got the guts to take them back. Understand?”
“You’re going to pay for OOOOOOOHHHHH! YES, YES,YES!”
Releasing the latest titty twister with a nasty little flourish, Troi snuggled her chin into the side of Naomi’s neck so she could peck a kiss against her cheek. “Keep these safe for me, sweetie. I’m not through with ‘em, not by a long shot.”
“Yuuuhhhh… you’re fucking through.” Scott rasped. “Next time we fight--”
“You’ll get more of the same.” Troi promised. “Now keep your hands up until the time runs out. I’ve still got twenty-three seconds and I’m going to use all of it!”
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I have reposted this because I had to change a photo (I used the wrong actress for Naomi Scott), and was unable to modify or delete the previous post. Hopefully a moderator of the site will be able to delete the previous version of this post.
It's a delightful double shot from the Walkin' Dude!
Different people called it different things.
Ombudsmen working at events sponsored by major studios referred to it as the Penalty Phase.
Certain tape producers called it Winner’s Privilege while journalists covering such things preferred the phrase Punishment Round.
And the fighters actually participating in such contests?
They’d dubbed it The Humiliation Game.
Whatever the name, the gist was always the same. A period of anywhere from one to five minutes following the conclusion of the match where the winner is allowed to impose her will on the loser in any way she sees fit.
Below are just two examples…
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Emily proved maddeningly tenacious.
The blonde had avoided, countered, resisted or flat out denied Gal her Triangle Choke for the better part of thirty minutes, all the while punishing the brunette with (among other things) a series of Bear Hugs applied from various angles. These repeated constrictions took Gadot’s vaunted cardio to the absolute limit, yet a war of attrition was never one sided and the brunette gave as good as she got with numerous Scissors and other body-bending stretches.
Through it all she never stopped looking for the Triangle, but in the end it was VanCamp’s determination to defend against the hold that proved her undoing.
In a scramble to keep her arm from the brunette Emily left her head exposed and in that moment Gadot caught her in a snug Figure Four Headscissors. With her left calf snug against the other woman’s throat, Gal planted her left hand like a kickstand and pushed up and forward to drive her hips into the back of VanCamp’s head. Doing so put an ungodly kink in Emily’s windpipe and strong as she was, it took less than ten seconds for her to tap a worried little tattoo on Gadot’s left knee.
Gal released the Scissors at the sound of the polite chime that signaled the end of the match, but rather than get to her feet she crawled around to Emily’s right and shoveled her onto her stomach with a rude two-handed shove. “This has been a spirited battle. Almost a shame that someone had to lose.” the brunette’s tone was simultaneously contemplative and teasing as she went about the business of removing her foe’s fightin’ sports-bra. “Yet one of us did lose and since we both agreed to a punishment round…” Gadot claimed VanCamp’s wrists, pinned them together behind her back and secured them with the blonde’s shorn top. “…it is only fair that I claim my prize.”
“Guuuuhhhh…. get on with it.” the blonde rasped, her voice still ragged from the crushing pressure of the Scissors. “Just because you won doesn’t mean you get to be insufferable about OOOOOOWWWWWW BITCH!”
Gal snatched a massive handful of the blonde’s gunmetal gray trunks and made a good three quarters of the material disappear in a single yank. “That is exactly what it means, bitch.” Gadot punctuated with a hard swat to each bared bun.
Relinquishing the wedgie after another teasing jostle, Gal twined her fingers in VanCamp’s hair and hauled her to verticality in a series of mean fits and starts. “Did you know a particularly odious executive suggested I use a lasso in my punishment rounds?” the brunette asked her foe as she looped her arms around Emily’s biceps and clasped her hands in the hollow of her back. “It is an amusing enough gimmick I suppose, but I politely declined on the grounds that I-”
“Am an arrogant bitch who loves the sound of her own voicHHHNNNNNGHH!” VanCamp’s retort collapsed into a agonized groan when Gadot bore down on the Bear Hug with enough force to put the blonde up on tiptoe.
Savoring the flash of humiliating realization that flashed across Emily’s face, Gal beamed, then leaned in to whisper, “On the grounds that I need no magic to compel the truth from a sniveling brat like you!”
“Rrrrggghhh… go fuck yourseAAAAARRRRHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
Gadot dipped her knees and slid the Hug a little lower so she could muscle VanCamp into the air, the thrashing blonde now in the extremely uncharacteristic position of fighting for purchase against another woman’s Bear Hug. Not content to simply hold her rival in place, Gadot set her feet and whipped the blonde back and forth in a violent rag-dolling Emily often gave and very seldom (if ever) received. Gal delivered several bursts of this merciless shaking over the course of perhaps thirty seconds before she set VanCamp down just to haul her up even higher than before! Emily fought the pressure as best she could even managing to get her shins braced against the brunette’s hips for a moment, but in the end Gadot jounced her from the mount and those usually strong legs hung heavy and slack, her toes almost six inches off the canvas.
Only letting her foe’s feet return to solid ground when she was little better than a dishrag in her grip, Gal touched her forehead to Emily’s and murmured, “The time has come to tell the truth, little girl. Who won the match?”
VanCamp started to shake her head ‘no’ only to burble in exhausted hurt when Gadot drew the coil even tighter. “Yuuuuhhhhh…. you did.”
“And who lost the match?”
“…I didNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
“Who lost?”
“I did!”
“What did you do?”
“I lost!”
“I’m sorry, I could you repeat that?” Gadot purred as the Bear Hug wrung out the last of VanCamp’s pride.
“I LOST!”
“But I thought you were tough?” Didn’t you tell me you were going to win?”
“I didn’t!” Em snuffled in abject misery.
Gal on the other hand was loving every second of her hard-fought victory. “Why didn’t you win?”
“I’m a loser.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m a loser.”
The towering brunette hoisted her prey skyward and leaned back for a final crushing constriction!
“WHAT ARE YOU?”
“A LOSER!” VanCamp bawled. “LOSER! LOSER! LOS--”
Gadot released her hooks and stepped back, finally allowing the blonde to sprawl at her feet in a gasping heap.
Hands on her hips, Gal nodded, then placed a foot on Emily’s chest. “Yes.” she agreed. “Yes you are.”
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They’d been after each other’s tits all night.
That in and of itself was hardly surprising, though it was a bit unusual for a match with a Penalty Period attached. Usually such a stipulation meant the cattier tactics wouldn’t make an appearance until the match was decided, tonight however…
Troian couldn’t even remember how it started. She was fairly certain she’d spilled Naomi out of her top with a particularly stiff Knife-Edge Chop no less than five minutes after the opening bell, but part of her brain insisted she’d concentrated those Chops on the other brunette’s boobs in retaliation for some particularly vicious (and unprovoked!) tweaking on what should have been a clean break in the corner. Of course it might’ve started because they’d both come to the ring in differing shades of pink, and while this was more a lapse of their respective management than the fighters themselves, it guaranteed both wrestlers were hostile before the opening bell ever sounded.
Regardless of reason, the bout quickly shifted from competitive wrestling to an exhaustive study on how to punish your opponent’s breasts from every conceivable position.
Catch her in a Camel Clutch? Hook her rack instead of a Chinlock.
Secured a Bodyscissors? Slap her tits to make things worse.
Got her in the Abdominal Stretch? Leave the tummy alone in favor of merciless tweaking.
Sometimes such meanness was inflicted and endured with an icy sort of silence and sometime each fresh slight was greeted with a shriek of infuriated Valkyrie rage. Naomi and Troian found themselves among the latter, each finding new ways to demean and denigrate her foe’s bounty at every opportunity. The brunettes wrestled in this fashion for almost forty-five minutes with none of the usual late-stage shift or drop-off usually seen in particularly long matches. Indeed they were still battling at a fever pitch when Troi countered a Back Body Drop attempt with a Piledriver that DROVE the crown of Naomi’s skull into the mat with a heavy thud. Bellisario settled into a Crossbody more out of instinct than belief the match was over and she looked as surprised as anyone when the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Clambering to her feet at the sound of the bell, Troi started to raise a hand, then dropped to her knees when Scott rolled over onto all fours.
“Guuuuhhhh… got lucky, dammit.” Naomi huffed to no one in particular. “Had to pin because you couldn’t make me subNNGGHHOW!”
Bellisario cracked a slap across her opponent’s cheeks before treating the spangly ‘NS’ insignia emblazoned upon the seat of Scott’s trunks to a sharp pinch. “Never would’ve gone for the cover if I knew you weren’t going to kick out, honey.” Troian replied as she pressed her battle-weary chest against the other brunette’s back. But since you didn’t, it’s time I took what’s rightfully mine. Can you guess what I want?”
Naomi didn’t have to guess. They’d both made the same promise several times throughout the course of the match. “Couldn’t make me submit all night, slut.” she answered. “No way you’re gonna do it in three minOOOOOOOHHHHH!”
The time constraints didn’t seem to phase Bellisario in the slightest, if anything she looked quite motivated when she reached under Naomi’s arms and clamped down on her hanging breasts.
“You were allowed to wriggle and squirm your way to the ropes during the match, Scotty.” Troian explained as she kneaded the other wrestler’s tits like a baker working particularly stiff dough. “For the next two minutes and forty seven, no, six, seconds, you can’t do anything but plead!”
“Good luck with that, bitch. I’ll never plead for GGGGGRRRRHHHHH!”
Bellisario tugged Naomi’s breasts apart only to ‘smack’ them together half a dozen times before resuming that methodical, stress ball-esque squeezing. Troi wiggled in the mount, her smile growing wider when she felt Scott groan against the encroachment of her own modest curves. “Why can’t you take your eyes off the mat, honey? Afraid of how much time is left on the clock?” she purred in Scott’s left ear.
“Only afraid of how much more of your shit I’ll hear before AAAAIIIIIIEEEEE F*CK YOOOOOOOOOU!”
There was a minute left on the clock and Troian made it count by taking her foe’s nipples between thumb and forefinger. The victrix didn’t actually twist the sensitive flesh. Rather she pulled, then she rolled and finally she tweaked, an agonizing three part dirge that she repeated over and over again until Scott pounded a palm against the canvas and wailed, “STOP! JUST STOP!”
“Not until you’re FINISHED.”
“I….AM.” Naomi growled through clenched teeth. “
“On your knees.” Bellisario ordered. “On your knees, hands behind your head!”
Scott cursed, but did as she was told, the exhausted brunette settling into a position that grew even more galling when Troian gave up the tweaking for a possessive ‘hand bra’.
“These are mine until I say otherwise or you’ve got the guts to take them back. Understand?”
“You’re going to pay for OOOOOOOHHHHH! YES, YES,YES!”
Releasing the latest titty twister with a nasty little flourish, Troi snuggled her chin into the side of Naomi’s neck so she could peck a kiss against her cheek. “Keep these safe for me, sweetie. I’m not through with ‘em, not by a long shot.”
“Yuuuhhhh… you’re fucking through.” Scott rasped. “Next time we fight--”
“You’ll get more of the same.” Troi promised. “Now keep your hands up until the time runs out. I’ve still got twenty-three seconds and I’m going to use all of it!”
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Many thanks for the posting / editing Flash, it's much appreciated. One of these days I'll figure out the picture situation and start posting these things myself.
Thanks again,
~rf
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A quickie from me tonight. I'm back on my Ferrario kick. <3
Stefania Ferrario vs. Kate Upton
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Stefania Ferrario was a woman who found enjoyment in the simple things in life. Things like the warm sun on her face on a bright summer's day, the touch of a pet helping her relax in the evening, a delicious meal of a favorite food that she hadn't had in a long while. Simple things....simple things, such as the feel of another woman trapped beneath her, struggling to escape her grasp.
That was the position that Kate Upton found herself in tonight.
What Kate had thought would be an easy apartment fight between herself and Stefania Ferrario had quickly proven to be anything but. Her fellow blonde model, a woman who was slightly shorter but held a noticeable weight advantage, had came at her fast and she had came at her hard. Kate wasn't expecting the woman to be so skilled, but it was only a quick matter of time before the blonde bombshell found herself wrestled down to the floor, facedown against the carpet, and it wasn't long after that before Stefania had mounted Kate from above, making herself comfortable atop of the taller woman.
And now? Stefania was enjoying one of those simple things she craved so much. She had managed to slip her arm around Kate's neck, locking her into a simple-yet-undeniably effective sleeper hold. Kate had struggled against her at first, of course, but the thicker Stefania adjusted her position and tightened her arm around Kate's neck, ensuring that despite all of Kate's struggles that she wouldn't be able to dismount Stefania from atop her.
And soon, just like that, Kate's struggles began to slow, and began to cease, as her breathing became harder and more labored. Stefania grinning from her position lying atop of Kate's back, feeling every single subtle movement of Kate's body beneath her, feeling every lil' twitch, every lil' breath, every lil' forced movement that Kate made as she struggled to hang on, struggled to find a way free.
But that freedom never came. Stefania's sleeper hold, as simple as a hold could be but as effective as one could dare imagine, was slowly draining the air from Kate, and it wasn't too much longer before Kate couldn't go on. Sooon enough, her eyes began to flutter shut, and her actions ceased, her struggles stopping as she went limp and still beneath of Stefania.
Ferrario held her sleeper for a moment longer, then smiled, letting her arm loosen from around Kate's neck. She leaned in close, planting her soft lips gentle against Kate's cheek with a single mocking kiss, before pulling away, Stefania moving to stand once more. She gathered her things and she began to go, leaving Upton in a drooling, unconscious mess on the floor behind her.
It was the simple things that brought Stefania enjoyment, and there were few things more enjoyable than taking out a woman like Kate in such a simple, effective manner.
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FLASHBACK 2011:
TEAM SLAYER: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Alyson Hannlgan, Eliza Dushku & Michelle Trachtenberg
vs.
TEAM SUPREME: Kristin Kreuk, Cassidy Freeman, Laura Vandervoort & Alexz Johnson
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The long-running feud between Sarah and Kristin had escalated to the point where both women recruited allies for a four-on-four brawl. The rules were simple: there are none. Both teams battle until all four members of one team are pinned, submit or are KO'd.
Naturally enough, chaos erupted in the ring, as eight battling beauties tore into each other. There was some trading of opponents as the fight wore on, but soon enough each wrestler paired off with what each considered her opposite number, and focused on each other.
Initially, Gellar's Team Slayer largely held the upper hand. But as the minutes ticked by, Kreuk's Team Supreme steadily began to take control. Now, a full thirty minutes into the brawl, things looked bleak for Sarah and her partners...
Sarah was slumped in a corner as Kristin pressed the sole of her boot against the blonde's throat, choking her as Gellar's feet thrashed haplessly against the mat. Alyson was likewise finding it difficult to breath, as her throat was pressed upon the middle rope, and Cassidy was pushing her right knee down hard on her opponent's back to keep her there, bouncing up and down as redheaded Aly gurgled for air. Eliza was in another corner, arms slung over the top ropes as Laura made like a boxer and hammering fist after fist into her rival's belly and face. And Michelle squirmed on the canvas as Alexz tightened a Figure Four Headscissors on her, the brunette's hands frantically yet futilely tugging at her oppressor's thighs.
It was then that Kreuk called out to her partners, "Rodeo time, ladies!" This was the signal to drag their dazed foes to the center of the ring, and from there Irish Whip each of them into a corner. That accomplished, they went to there adversaries and hoisted them up, turning them upside down and hanging each of them in a corner in Trees of Woe. Team Slayer hung moaning and helpless as Team Supreme met again in center ring.
They then rushed at their rivals and executed Bronco Busters on them, clutching the middle ropes for support as they ground their crotches into the faces of their adversaries, smothering them. The crowd erupted at the sight of this, and even Team Slayer's most ardent fans found themselves cheering in spite of themselves.
After what seemed like an eternity for Gellar's team, their opponents released their holds. They then pulled their semi-conscious foes from the corners and dragged them to center ring. Eliza was laid out on the canvas first, with Michelle pulled across her. Then Alyson was placed upon them, and finally Sarah topped the pile. Each member of Team Supreme placed her right foot on top of the pile of mewling, beaten beauties and ordered the referee to count to ten.
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This is awesome! I wanna see this continue, maybe Team Slayer gets some payback in a gimmick match or there's an ambush in the showers.Great work :)
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HWA: Alyson Hannlgan vs Cassidy Freeman
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They say that the definition of insanity is repetition of an action and expecting a different result each time. If that is indeed the case, then Cassidy might well be certifiable, for she repeatedly scrambled up off of the mat, despite the knowing certainty that Alyson was going to put her right back down there again with a standing dropkick.
After four of these, the somewhat punchdrunk Freeman struggled to once again regain her footing. But this time, Hannlgan shifted tactics, taking her by the arm and Irish Whipping her into the ropes. Cassidy bounded off of the cables and rushed back toward her adversary, who met her with a hip toss. Like a ragdoll, Freeman flipped through the air, landed on her posterior, bounced twice, and promptly sought the safety of ringside by rolling to the ropes and tumbling to a heap on the arena floor.
She made the most of her twenty count, walking around the ring, warily keeping an eye on Alyson as she caught her second wind. Finally as the ref neared the end of his count, Freeman cautiously climbed up onto the apron and slipped between the ropes…only to promptly jump back out and down to the floor again. Her patience exhausted, Hannlgan stepped between the ropes and jumped down to the floor as well, intent on continuing the fight there.
But what she hadn’t noticed was that Cassidy had reached into the cleavage of her suit and pulled out a small, slim aerosol vial. As Alyson neared her rival, Freeman raised it and pumped down the button, ejecting a spray of mist into the redhead’s eyes. Hannlgan, now blinded, shrieked, her knuckles furiously rubbing at her stinging eyes as she staggered backward. A now smirking Freeman grabbed her foe by the hair at the back of her head, led her to the ring, and then slammed her face down into the apron once…twice…thrice!
Cassidy then rolled her now badly dazed opponent in under the ropes, and then joined her in the ring. Again taking Alyson by the hair, she pulled her to her feet and dragged her stumbling to the center of the ring.
She threw a quick punch to Hannlgan’s belly, doubling her over, and pulled her adversary’s head between her thighs. Wrapping her arms around Alyson’s waist, Cassidy grunted and lifted her rival up, until the hapless Hannlgan’s body was vertical, her feet pointed to the arena’s ceiling.
Instead of immediately executing her signature Piledriver finisher, Freeman began to slowly rotate around, showing off her helpless opponent to all four sides of the arena. The deafening roar was a mixture of cheers from Freeman’s fans, and books from Hannlgan’s.
Finally, Cassidy dropped to her knees, executing Tombstone that spiked the crown of Alyson’s skull into the thinly-covered plywood ring floor with the full weight of both women behind it. Hannlgan’s body collapsed to the mat like a felled redwood, and Freeman rolled her over onto her back, where she lay motionless save for an involuntary spasmodic twitching of her left leg.
Cassidy then reclined back across her beaten rival’s torso as if she were a settee, casually…contemptuously, really…examining her outstretched left hand to make certain she hadn’t chipped an expensively manicured nail. The referee slapped the canvas one…two…three! The bell tolled, and Team Supreme chalked up another ‘W’ over Team Slayer.
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Megan Thee Stallion vs Kate Upton
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Kate gurgled and gasped for breath as Megan tightened the Rear Naked Chokehold, her arm drawn firmly across the blonde’s windpipe. The ebony battler made certain they were turned so that the spectators in this penthouse battle got a clear look of their voluptuous sweat-glistening bodies, clad now only in bikini panties, with Megan clearly in command on her faltering rival. Another minute or so of this, and the fight would be all over.
Upton knew that to be true as well, but instead of giving in to panic, her desperation bred determination to escape. Reaching up and behind with her hands, she grasped the black mane of her rival and, in a sudden blur of motion, dropped to one knee as she flipped Megan over her shoulder. The startled beauty landed with a thud on her back, momentarily confounded over what had happened.
After the span of a few quickened heartbeats, Megan sat up, ready to resume the brawl. But the blonde proved a shade quicker, and in an instant she had grasped the arms of her adversary and yanked them back, even as she pressed a knee into Megan’s spine. Now it was the ebony-skinned beauty’s turn to suffer.
Shifting tactics somewhat, Upton suddenly released her foe’s arms, and instead cupped her hands beneath Megan’s chin, painfully yanking her head back as the knee continued to grind into her back. But although this increased her suffering, it also presented the brunette with an advantage, and she seized it: her hands darting up, her nails raked across the eyes of her tormentor. Kate shrieked, released her hold, and fell to the floor.
After nearly forty full minutes of battle, both beauties were teetering on the edge of total exhaustion. Each took more than a minute to catch her breath and rally what scant reserves of power each still possessed. Finally then both struggled up to their feet and limped toward one another. They stood there, eyes locked, nostrils flaring as each greedily sucked in air for their seared lungs. The hatred these two felt for one another was palpable to every observer in the room.
Then Megan raised her right arm and delivered a forearm smash to her opponent’s chest. Kate let out an anguished yelp as beads of sweat exploded from her body. The blonde returned the blow to her rival, with an identical result. Both then began trading such hammering blows, their breasts bouncing wildly from the impacts. Still, neither would relent, no matter how devastating the pain.
Finally, as if on some signal heard only to them, they ceased their pummeling. The only sound in the room now were their panting for breath, as their drenched bodies trembled from the simple demand of remaining upright.
With a viper blur of motion, they flung themselves at one another, each wrapping their arms around the body of the other. And there they stood in a duel of bearhugs, each beauty pouring every last dreg of strength she had left into her crushing embrace. The pair gasped and moaned as one, their 36DDs agonizingly pancaked against one another
Seconds seemed like hours as Kate and Megan tortured one another in their python embraces. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Megan gave out a long, loud moan, then her arms fell open, her head lolled backward, and her magnificent body went limp. Upton continued squeezing her for several more moments, perhaps too dazed herself to realize what had happened. But then she opened her arms and let her rival collapse to the floor in a heap.
The blonde stood over her fallen foe for several moments, staring down blankly at her. And then her legs crumpled and she collapsed atop Megan, spent yet victorious.
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Flash,
Excellent work as always on these most recent efforts, count me especially pleased to see you bringing Cassidy Freeman into the fold (and victorious, no less!) she's a woefully underutilized femfight muse in my opinion.
Thanks for sharing,
~RF
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A great follow-up to the Slayer vs Supreme series! Let's hope Team Slayer seeks out a win next time, they're getting stomped right now. Love see Megan The Stallion getting ring time, she the vr for one of my wrestlers in FAWN.
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Kristin Kreuk: Indian Strap Match
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Panting, her golden hair damp and tangled as it hung down either side of her face, Sarah slowly crawled on all fours toward a corner of the ring. Looped around her right wrist was the end of a twelve foot narrow leather strap, the other end of which was secured around the wrist of her opponent. And as she made her laborious crawl, behind her slowly strolled Kristin, smirking as she followed the arduous trek of her rival, letting Gellar expend precious dregs of her waning strength as she struggled to reach the corner.
Once she finally reached it, the blonde grasped at the ropes and used them to help pull herself back up to her feet. She was almost completely upright when suddenly she felt a hand grasp the hair on the back of her head, yank her backward, and then smash her face into the top turnbuckle. Her body slumping, all that kept Sarah from crumpling to the mat were her arms, draped over the top ropes as she rested the side of her face against the buckle pad. Her glazed eyes made it plain she needed precious time to recover. Unfortunately, Kreuk wasn’t about to grant her that boon.
As the blonde sagged against the turnbuckles, Kristin took a length of strap, raised it, and then began lashing the leather across her adversary’s alabaster back. The makeshift whip cracked viciously across the tender flesh, which was swiftly marred by ugly red slashes, as Sarah’s agonized screams sent chills down the spines of the spectators.
Finally the referee had had enough, and he ordered Kreuk to cease her thrashing of Gellar, and allow the blonde to escape from the corner. “Here, I’ll be nice and help her,” the brunette replied with a malicious gleam in her eye, and she wrapped the strap around Sarah’s throat, pulling her away from the turnbuckles and dragging her stumbling to the center of the ring. There, she tightened her improvised rawhide garrote, as the blonde’s fingers frantically clutched and tugged at the noose, and her face turned ever-deepening shades of red, and she gasped and gurgled piteously.
“Tell me, Sarah…is your career flashing before your eyes?” Kreuk asked contemptuously. “All of those triumphs in your past, now rendered pointless because you’ve finally met the superior woman?” A sinister smile now broadening on her lips, the brunette continues. “I’m not just going to win the match tonight…I’m going to end your career once and for all. I’ll make you beg me for mercy, and then you’ll crawl your beaten ass out of the ring forever. And then my girls are going to absolutely ruin the rest of your pathetic teammates.”
From behind her victim, Kristin leaned in close, her mouth next to the blonde’s ear. Then she purred, “Consider yourself slayed, bitch!”
It was a good line, one she’s been waiting months to deliver it. And it was happening exactly how she envisioned it would be.
But what she hadn’t imagined was what happened next. Even as the last syllable left Kreuk’s pouty lips, Sarah reached up with her hands, clasped them behind her opponent’s head, and then suddenly dropped down to her butt, pulling the brunette down with her. Their descent came to an abrupt halt as Kristin’s chin slammed into Gellar’s shoulder in a Stunner. The impact sent the brunette flying backwards, as floppy as a rag doll.
Both beauties lay motionless on the mat for nearly a full minute, the ref debating whether to start a long count, or else just call for the bell. But then slowly, agonizingly, each stirred and struggled to roll over to her hands and knees. Sarah made it up first, and then pushed herself back up to her feet. Grabbing Kristin by the hair, she hauled her up as well. She dragged the mewling brunette by her locks over to the side of the ring, then proceeded to rake Kreuk’s eyes across the top rope, blinding her.
Now hauling her foe over to the nearest corner, Gellar slammed Kreuk’s face into the turnbuckle five full times, more than paying back the previous face slam that the blonde had suffered. Now it was time to provide another receipt….
With great effort, her adrenaline flowing, Sarah grunted as she wrapped her arms around Kristin’s waist from behind and hoisted her up, laying her atop the turnbuckle on her belly, so that her body was draped over it. Now she stepped back, grabbed the strap with her right hand, and administered a lashing to Kreuk’s derriere! The leather cracked against her behind like gunshots, each blow eliciting a howl of agonized protest from the brunette. Finally the referee had to warn the blonde that it was time to put a halt to this punishment. But that suited Sarah fine, as she was ready to finish off her rival once and for all.
She grabbed Kristin by the ankles and yanked her off of the turnbuckle, sending the brunette crashing to the mat with a thud and a long, painful groan. She then dragged her by the ankles to the middle of the ring and sat on her foe’s back. She draped Kreuk’s arms over her bent knees in what was obviously a set up for a Camel Clutch.
However, instead of cupping her hands beneath her victim’s chin, Gellar instead wound the leather strap several times around Kristin’s head, and grasped each end. She then leaned back, while the strap not only pulled the brunette’s head back at the neck, wrenching her spine, but also tightened around her skull. Kreuk let out piercing screams, betraying her anguish.
She was able to endure this for just shy of thirty seconds before her hand began to furiously tap at her tormentor’s leg. But even as the ref was about to call for the bell, Gellar growled, “Ignore that! Get a mic!” The official did as he was told, ordering the announcer to hand him his wireless microphone. The zebra placed the mic close to Kreuk’s mouth as Sarah commanded, “Say it, you bitch!”
“N-no…never!” the now sobbing brunette moaned. But her willfulness quickly evaporated, and within moments she was blubbering, “OOOOHHHHHH...I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!!! LET ME GOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
That was all the referee needed to hear, and a second later the bell tolled, signaling the end of the match. Her victory achieved, Sarah was no longer interested in Kristin, and she released the hold. She was able to stand up only with the help of the ref, who raised her arm, and then removed the tether from her wrist.
Humiliated, Kristin rolled over onto her back and glared at her rival with hate-filled eyes. “You’ve just made two mistakes,” she hissed. “First, not finishing me off for good. And second, thinking this is over!”
“Oh, I know it’s not over,” Sarah disdainfully rasped. “In fact, I’m counting on getting you in the ring again soon, so I can kick your bitch ass all over again.”
Sarah then flashed a smile to the cheering crowd and exited the ring, as Kristin threw a hissy fit, her boots and fists stamping at the mat as she lay on her back, but already her scheming mind calculating her revenge.
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Wooo! So glad to see SMG and Team Slayer get a win, another great battle between the formative franchises of my childhood. Can't wait to see if there's a next installment, a face turn? A heel turn? where do you think the story could go?
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Hayden Panettiere vs Brenda Song
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As exhaustion sets in, the two battlers are past the point where they attempt skillfully applied holds. Now, they roughly wrap their arms around each other, clinching their sweat-soaked bodies tight together as they pant and grunt.
Suddenly, a shriek of shock and pain fills the air, as Hayden savagely bites her opponent's forehead. Stunned by the primitive attack, Brenda breaks her clinch and tries to push away from her adversary. In so doing her balance is thrown off, and the wily blonde is able to shove her roughly to the floor. Before the brunette can even begin to attempt to get back upright, Panettiere begins to stomp away brutally at Song's belly, chest and face with her foot, swiftly reducing the Asian-American to a stunned and mewling heap upon the mansion floor.
With what adrenaline she has left coursing through her veins, Hayden drops to her knees and rolls the dazed Brenda over onto her belly, then sits on the small of the brunette's back, facing her feet. Her hands deftly grab Song's bikini bottoms and yank them down her legs, then twists them around the Asian's ankles, binding them together. This allows Panettiere to hold the garment with her left hand, and to pull her rival's legs up and back, while with her right, she reaches behind herself and grabs Brenda's hair close to the scalp, so that she can yank her head back. Snapped out of her stupor by the pain coursing through her spine and neck, Brenda howls in agony.
Still, the embattled beauty refuses to concede. This does not frustrate her rival any, as Hayden now has a new idea of how to not only drive her opponent to submission, but to humiliate her as well. Panettiere releases her hold, undoing the bikini briefs to free her foe's ankles, but any relief which Brenda now feels over no longer being tormented as she won is quickly shattered, as the blonde climbs off of her prey, shoves her onto her back, and then grabs her bikini top, tugging the fabric until it gives way. Now stripped nude, her unclothed body fully exposed by her hated adversary before the eyes of the elite spectators, Song blushes, and tries to cover her breasts with her arms.
Rising up now, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent, the blonde pulls the squealing Asian up by her hair. Then, in a remarkable display of raw power, considering how otherwise physically spent she was mere minutes ago, Hayden wraps her arms around Brenda, gives a loud grunt, and pulls the brunette's lithe body up, draping her back across Panettiere's right shoulder.
As Brenda yowled in agonized protest, her spine again bent painfully, Hayden began to slowly walk around the room, displaying her victim as an Amazon warrior would display her conquered prey. Song's nude body squirmed helplessly, tears filling her eyes, as she was shown off in her abject helplessness.
"STOP!" the brunette wailed. "NO MORE! I GIVE UP!!!"
Victory was hers at last...but Hayden wasn't interested in a submission any longer.
"Bitch," the blonde sneered. "It's too late to give up. Now we fight to a knock out!"
"Noooooooooooooo!" Song whimpered, but Panettiere ignored her pleas as she let her opponent fall to the floor. With viper speed, Hayden say on the sobbing Brenda's chest and looked down at her.
"Y-you don't have to do this!" the Asian sniveled.
"I know," the blonde purred. "But I want to, so I will."
And with that she slid her body forward, her groin pressing down over the mouth and nose of her victim. Brenda's muffled cries betrayed her panic and helplessness, as her spent body squirmed haplessly beneath her oppressor. Soon enough, Song ceased moving altogether, as she was driven into malicious unconsciousness by her insidious rival, who was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of utterly humiliating her vaunted opponent.
Finally the blonde struggled back up to her feet, brushing errant golden locks away from her deceptively angelic face. She placed a foot upon the heaving chest of the slumbering brunette, and let the cheers of the spectators wash over her.
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Love it when my favorite little wildcat Hayden is doing the finishing. ;)
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For your pleasure, more magic from the The Walkin' Dude!
Ana de Armas vs Troian Bellisario
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Ana knew Brief Battles were risky.
Management had warned her, friends had warned her, hell, her own experience had warned her. Even with a sterling record of six wins and zero losses (all by submission, it should be noted), Brief Battles were dangerous. All it took was a single mistake and one of your favorite outfits was nothing more than a new display in another chick’s trophy room
But a well-heeled patron had been petitioning for the match for more than a month now, the money was ridiculous and the prize… her potential adversary was putting up the bottoms she’d worn in victories over Brie Larson and Jessica Alba. A pair of top-tier talents had been buried nose-deep in those strappy midnight blue briefs and de Armas wanted, no, NEEDED them, for her own burgeoning collection. In return she put up the emerald green briefs she’d worn in victories over Natalie Dormer and Nina Dobrev. She’d guessed that both of those names would prove an irresistible target for her opponent and she’d been ri--
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh OOOWWWWWW STOP THAT YOU BITCH!” de Armas sobbed aloud as the brunette set her fingers against the line of Ana’s bottoms and raaaaaaaaaaaked another six inches of bright red lines on the inside of her left thigh!
Troian Bellisario shook her head ‘no’ and bore down on the Scissors and the Cradle making up the Venus Flytrap that currently had Ana’s calves trapped somewhere north of her ears. With de Armas’ arms pinned beneath her own legs and her calves strapped down by the aforementioned Scissors / Cradle combination, she could only wriggle and try to grab at Bellisario’s right hand whenever she made another slow pass over the blonde’s catfighter’s savagely scored inner thighs.
“Good thing we’re wrestling for trophies, huh?” Troi chided following a light, taunting smack to her opponent’s belly. “I’d have wedgied you into oblivion five minutes ago if I wasn’t worried about ruining my prize.”
De Armas growled and tried to power free, a valiant show of defiance that resulted in another painful compression of her diaphragm when the brunette squeezed a little tighter. “Scuuuuhhh… screw you, you skinny bitch.” she growled over the salacious murmurs of the few assembled guests. “This match isn’t over yet and your briefs will still be part of MY trophy collecOhwhatareyoudoing? Dontyoudoitdontyoudodaredontdo-OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Troi didn’t want to damage her trophy with a claw grip, so she extended her middle and ring fingers and began to energetically rub the center of her opponent’s tiny trunks! “Not ‘til you give, honey!” Bellisario taunted as she increased the pace and pressure.
“NO! THEY’RE MINE, I WON’T GIVE THEM UPPPPOOOHHH! OOOHHH! OOOHHH! AAAAAAHHHH!”
The brunette slipped that delving spade beneath her foe’s waistband and went to work, the evidence of her efforts clear by the ripples and bulges in the scant spandex. “Oh, I think you’re going to give them to me.” Troi was all smiles as she continued to bring her foe around. “It’s just a matter of when at this po--”
“I SUBMIT!” Ana sobbed. “THEY’RE YOURS! TAKE THEM, JUST STOP!”
Troi removed the claw with a practiced little flourish, then flattened it into a paddle and began to spank her rival’s undercarriage! “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE… TEN, YOU’RE OUT!”
She released the Venus Flytrap and de Armas was finally able to stretch out full length, though her once dangerous stems now held all the menace of overdone spaghetti. As for the brunette, she got to her knees and sidled into place over Ana’s head so she could add another famous face to the list of those engulfed by her midnight blue briefs.
Hands on her hips as she enjoyed the sound and feel of de Armas’ muffled sobbing, Troi treated the loser to a hands-free pinch as she mused where to place her newest acquisition.
“Between Jessica and Laura, I think.” she said to no one in particular. “Don’t worry honey, they’ll look better on my wall than they ever did on you.”
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Thanks as always to Flash for posting my most recent efforts, it's much appreciated and your choice of pics for the combatants is always top notch. Along similar lines, excellent work on Hayden and Brenda. Back-breaking, brunette-baring Hayden is the best Hayden and it's nice to see her still terrorizing the opposition.
~RF
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Awesome! We need more Ana de Armas beatings!!! >:(
For your pleasure, more magic from the The Walkin' Dude!
Ana de Armas vs Troian Bellisario
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Ana knew Brief Battles were risky.
Management had warned her, friends had warned her, hell, her own experience had warned her. Even with a sterling record of six wins and zero losses (all by submission, it should be noted), Brief Battles were dangerous. All it took was a single mistake and one of your favorite outfits was nothing more than a new display in another chick’s trophy room
But a well-heeled patron had been petitioning for the match for more than a month now, the money was ridiculous and the prize… her potential adversary was putting up the bottoms she’d worn in victories over Brie Larson and Jessica Alba. A pair of top-tier talents had been buried nose-deep in those strappy midnight blue briefs and de Armas wanted, no, NEEDED them, for her own burgeoning collection. In return she put up the emerald green briefs she’d worn in victories over Natalie Dormer and Nina Dobrev. She’d guessed that both of those names would prove an irresistible target for her opponent and she’d been ri--
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh OOOWWWWWW STOP THAT YOU BITCH!” de Armas sobbed aloud as the brunette set her fingers against the line of Ana’s bottoms and raaaaaaaaaaaked another six inches of bright red lines on the inside of her left thigh!
Troian Bellisario shook her head ‘no’ and bore down on the Scissors and the Cradle making up the Venus Flytrap that currently had Ana’s calves trapped somewhere north of her ears. With de Armas’ arms pinned beneath her own legs and her calves strapped down by the aforementioned Scissors / Cradle combination, she could only wriggle and try to grab at Bellisario’s right hand whenever she made another slow pass over the blonde’s catfighter’s savagely scored inner thighs.
“Good thing we’re wrestling for trophies, huh?” Troi chided following a light, taunting smack to her opponent’s belly. “I’d have wedgied you into oblivion five minutes ago if I wasn’t worried about ruining my prize.”
De Armas growled and tried to power free, a valiant show of defiance that resulted in another painful compression of her diaphragm when the brunette squeezed a little tighter. “Scuuuuhhh… screw you, you skinny bitch.” she growled over the salacious murmurs of the few assembled guests. “This match isn’t over yet and your briefs will still be part of MY trophy collecOhwhatareyoudoing? Dontyoudoitdontyoudodaredontdo-OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Troi didn’t want to damage her trophy with a claw grip, so she extended her middle and ring fingers and began to energetically rub the center of her opponent’s tiny trunks! “Not ‘til you give, honey!” Bellisario taunted as she increased the pace and pressure.
“NO! THEY’RE MINE, I WON’T GIVE THEM UPPPPOOOHHH! OOOHHH! OOOHHH! AAAAAAHHHH!”
The brunette slipped that delving spade beneath her foe’s waistband and went to work, the evidence of her efforts clear by the ripples and bulges in the scant spandex. “Oh, I think you’re going to give them to me.” Troi was all smiles as she continued to bring her foe around. “It’s just a matter of when at this po--”
“I SUBMIT!” Ana sobbed. “THEY’RE YOURS! TAKE THEM, JUST STOP!”
Troi removed the claw with a practiced little flourish, then flattened it into a paddle and began to spank her rival’s undercarriage! “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE… TEN, YOU’RE OUT!”
She released the Venus Flytrap and de Armas was finally able to stretch out full length, though her once dangerous stems now held all the menace of overdone spaghetti. As for the brunette, she got to her knees and sidled into place over Ana’s head so she could add another famous face to the list of those engulfed by her midnight blue briefs.
Hands on her hips as she enjoyed the sound and feel of de Armas’ muffled sobbing, Troi treated the loser to a hands-free pinch as she mused where to place her newest acquisition.
“Between Jessica and Laura, I think.” she said to no one in particular. “Don’t worry honey, they’ll look better on my wall than they ever did on you.”
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Here's the next work of art from the Walkin' Dude...
Priyanka Chopra vs Katharine McPhee
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The hell of it was, Priyanka couldn’t pinpoint where it had all gone wrong. Usually she possessed an innate accuracy when it came to noting the exact moment in a match where it shifted from a contest between equals to the eventual winner imposing her will until the doomed loser broke down in whimpers and groans. Of course more often than not it was Chopra doing the imposing and that simply wasn’t the case tonight. It’d started competitively enough, but somewhere along the way she’d lost the inner Hug and before she knew it--
“UUUUUNNNNGGAAAHHHHH!” Priyanka wailed in woozy, open-mouthed hurt as Katharine McPhee put her up on tiptoe with another rib-crushing constriction of the Bear Hug she’d been working for the last several minutes seemingly at will.
Beaming at the other wrestler’s distress, McPhee gave the grip a little shake, then ground her knotted hands into the hollow of Chopra’s back. “You’re just clinching now, baby.” Kat said of the loose coil Priyanka had around her tormentor’s biceps. “Haven’t given me a proper squeeze in what, three minutes? Couldn’t fight your elbows through my grip to save your--”
“Shut your mouth, bitch.” Priyanka tightened her grip to lend credence to the demand, but all she got from the other brunette was a little moue of irritation.
“That how you want it? No respect at all? Fine.” McPhee’s grip loosened ever so slightly, not to relieve the squeeze, but to wriggle a little closer for--
“AAAAWWWW GOD!” Kat crushed Pree tummy to tummy, the red-clad brunette just leeeeeeeaaning backward to put even more strain on her opponent’s nauseating midsection!
“Wanna go rack against rack?” McPhee huffed, her head turned to one side to better endure Chopra’s turgid pawing. “Bet I can crush ‘em flat against your ster--”
“NO!” Priyanka twined her fingers in Kat’s hair and pulled as hard as she could, which at this late stage, was just enough to draw an angry scowl from her tormentor.
“No respect then. You got it, baby!”
Murmurs of approval from the well-heeled guests when McPhee dipped into a deep crouch and muscled Chopra high into the air, the stunned powerhouse forced to brace her shins against the planks of Katharine’s thighs to alleviate even a fraction of the pressure. Not content with the simple grind now that her foe was rapidly wilting, Kat earned a round of applause from the guests when she set her feet and began to whip the trapped brunette left and right over and over and over again! It wasn’t quite a rag-dolling, but it didn’t stop several observers from exclaiming ‘SHE’S DONE!’ or ‘IT’S OVER!’ or some variation thereof.
Slowing to a stop only when Chopra’s hands were limp at her sides, McPhee pressed her cheek to Priyanka’s feverish chest and demanded, “Say it!”
Chopra shook her head in a show of weak refusal. “Nuuuhhh…no! Now f*cking let me go-OOOOOHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Kat dipped a little deeper and leaned forward until the crown of Priyanka’s skull was only a few inches above the canvas. The curve of her spine was downright awful, practically an inverted ‘U’ that only got deeper with each passing sec--
“SUBMIT!” Chopra didn’t have the energy to actually tap McPhee’s bicep, all she could do was flail her arms in a crippled parody of surrender. “I SUBMIT DAMN YOU, JUST LEMME GOOOOHHHH OOOOOOHHH OOOOHHH OOOOOHHHHRRRGGGGHHH!”
Kat straightened up just to lean forward again, a pattern she repeated three more times before simply releasing the Hug to dump the insensate grappler in a heap at her feet.
“Bear Hug master, huh?” McPhee smirked as she placed a boot atop her opponent’s chest. “Something tells me the standards around here just got a whole lot higher.”
No argument form Chopra or the guests, the latter of which applauded quite emphatically for the double bicep flex that put an exclamation point on Kat’s triumph.
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Awesome! We need more Ana de Armas beatings!!! >:(
In Ana's defense, I'm of the mind that she presents as a very capable / dangerous femfight image, unfortunately for her Troian is my current bendyback world-beater of choice and since I'm remarkably selfish in choosing the winners of these bits, de Armas was doomed from the outset. All that said, I'm glad you enjoyed!
~RF
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One last gift from the Walkin' Dude, saving the best for last. :)
Suki Waterhouse vs Kate Beckinsale
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“What do you say, Kate? Need me to call it?” the ref kept his voice low, but not quite low enough to avoid the attention of the audience, who buzzed with excitement at the prospect of the upset.
“NO!” Kate Beckinsale barked at once, the volume of her denial only slightly muffled by the thighs flanking her head. “Don’t waste your breath with such a stupid question, I’ll never submit to the bitCHHHNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!”
The veteran’s defiance gave way to a pained groan when her opponent kicked both legs up, the soles of her boots gleaming under the overhead lights as she put even more pressure on the Headscissors that’d ground away at Kate’s temples for the last five minutes.
Smiling prettily as Beckinsale’s left hand pushed gamely at her right bicep, Suki Waterhouse cinched the Bear Hug strapped around Kate’s waist that much tighter, the limber blonde shifting from the traditional S-Grip to a white-knuckle just below her own right elbow. Cheek set lightly against Beckinsale’s left hip, Suki bore down on the Scissors and the Bear Hug, then rolled from her hip to her back, an adjustment that effectively pulled Kate’s body up onto hers in a sweat-tacky tummy against back arrangement.
Such a decision would’ve been folly earlier in the match, as it would’ve put the brunette in prime position to secure a Scissors of her own, but Waterhouse had made a point of reducing her adversary’s legs from the opening bell and when Suki made her play Beckinsale’s previously fearsome pins did little more than shuffle and twitch with each new squeeze.
“How can you be so sure of your resilience when I’ve been kicking your ass for fifteen minutes?”
Suki’s tone was poisonously chipper as she continued to torture Kate with alternating constrictions of the Bear Hug and Headcissors. Ten seconds with the former, followed by five seconds with the latter, then she’d start all over again. Not that she followed her own rules long enough to become predictable, mind you. Every two or three passes Suki would bear down on both at once, or aggressively draaaaaaaaaaaggg her knotted hands across Beckinsale’s tummy, or just put everything into a prolonged SQUEEEEEEEEEEEZE that gave the audience an excellent view of the legs and buns that’d transformed a catty wrestling legend into a groaning punishment sponge.
“I think you’re about done, Miz. Beckinsale.” Waterhouse said it in a tone that suggested she was speaking to a nonagenarian and note a respected opponent. “But I’m not sure everyone here is convinced, so why don’t you do me a favor and tell them?”
“Kuhhh…KISS MY ASS!” Kate tried to bring her left leg over, but Suki denied the effort by gouging her chin into the brunette’s gleaming thigh. Groaning in obvious distress, the trapped veteran rocked back and forth and snatched hold of Suki’s right arm at bicep and wrist and dug in until her fingers showed white at the knuckles. “Yuuhhhh… you mouthy little twat, I’ll make you sob for--oh how dare yoOOOOOOOOOWWWWW! STOP! STOP! STOP!”
Suki, who’d halved the Bear Hug to spill Beckinsale’s left breast from the confines of her leopard-print bikini top, gave the brunette’s left nipple another long, slooooooooow twist and asked, “Stop what? This? Or this?” She abandoned the tweak and reached south, the domineering ingénue clamping three fingers (middle, index, and thumb) around the clearly-limned outlines of Kate’s womanhood for a truly malicious pinch!
“SUBMIT!” Beckinsale bawled in perhaps three seconds. “I SUBMIT, LET ME GOOOOOOO!”
Waterhouse stopped pinching when the bell chimed, but she didn’t relinquish the Headscissors. Instead she reached into a small pocket hidden in one kneepad and pulled out a lipstick case.
“Oh, stop your whining, I just want to make sure you remember my name.” the blonde explained after she’d given her lips a touch of some dark, berry-colored gloss. Holding the cosmetic like a quill pen, she wiped the beaded sweat off Beckinsale’s fluttering tummy so she could write out:
SUKI WAS HERE!
“Hmmmmhhh, still needs something. Ahhh, I know!”
Waterhouse leaned down and planted a taunting smooch on Kate’s navel, her lips providing the perfect punctuation for the brunette’s humiliation.
Shoveling Beckinsale away once she’d made her mark, Suki planted a boot on top of her victim’s chest while the official raised her hand and the guests murmured about what came next for both wrestlers.
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The lipstick signing+kiss would be great for a gimmick, hope Suki keeps it up!
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The lipstick signing+kiss would be great for a gimmick, hope Suki keeps it up!
I do believe we'll see this from her again in future matches. Not sure who her next adversary is going to be, but I've got this vague idea of Suki collecting brunettes while Troian is racking up blondes en route to a showdown among bendy-backs.
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Keeley Hazell vs Kaley Cuoco
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Kaley sank to her knees with a stunned moan. Keeley went behind her and planted a knee into her opponent's back while cupping her hands under her chin, then executed a chinlock. But that was only the set up for her real move...she leaned down, letting her bare 32DDs teardrop down upon the face of Cuoco, smothering her.
The Brit gave a wicked smile and taunted her hapless adversary. "Just another stupid Yank," she sneers. "Don't you know that no American bitch could ever beat England's best...me?"
Cuoco's arms and legs flailed as she was being smothered out. More humiliating still was that this was happening on the Fourth of July, and Great Britain was seemingly about to avenge their loss from the Revolutionary War!
No, that was one indignity too many for the patriotic blonde, who had specifically work a star spangled red, white and blue bikini to mark the holiday. With new determination coursing through her, she blindly reached up with her hands, until her fingers found the nipples of her tormentor. And then she pinched, twists and yanked them, bringing howls of anguish from the busty Brit!
In an agonized panic, Keeley released her hold and frantically tried to pull free of her rival, finally escaping the torture of her breasts. She scampered backward across the floor, then gingerly massaged her throbbing nipples, fighting back tears as she glared at Cuoco, who was struggling back up to her feet. "Oi, yer gonna pay for that, ya chav slag," the English battler hissed as she also rose up to her feet and advanced on the American. "Come and get it, tramp" Kaley said with a half-smirk.
But as she neared, Kaley slammed her right forearm down across her adversary's chest, staggering her. Adrenaline now pumping through her veins, the blonde began to deliver chops to Keeley's chest, causing the Brit's bosom to bounce wildly as she stumbled backward, grunting and groaning from the barrage. Finally Cuoco halted her attack; she grabbed Hazell by her hair while also lifting a foot up and placing it against the busty Brit's belly. Kaley threw herself backward to the floor, executing a Monkey Flip that send the yowling brunette sailing through the air, until she crashed with a heavy thud to the carpeted floor.
Kipping back up to her feet in a blur of motion, Cuoco went over to her rival and again grabbed her hair, this time pulling the whining beauty back up to her feet. Then, slipping one hand around Hazell's left shoulder while the other went between the Englishwoman's thighs, Kaley bent her knees, and with an Amazonian roar of defiance, she lifted Keeley up and held her entire body aloft in her arms in a magnificent display of sheer raw power!
The American held her foe like this for several moments, and then SLAMMED her to the floor, Hazell's lush body bouncing from the devastating impact. The Brit lay there, dazed and groaning, and ripe for the plucking.
Sitting in a straddle atop her opponent's belly, Kaley stripped off her own bikini top, exposing her breasts. She then pinned her victim's arms over her head and leaned down, letting her 32Cs envelope the face of the British beauty. Hazell squirmed in panic beneath her gorgeous oppressor, frantic to escape. But she was too spent, and soon enough, her body ceased moving altogether, and she fell unconscious, beaten ignominiously by her own trademark breast smother finisher.
The reign of Rule Britannia was ended, and now as the victorious blonde stood up and planted a foot triumphantly on the heaving chest of her slumbering rival, she was America the Beautiful writ large!
Happy Independence Day USA!
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FLASHBACK 2012: Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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It was, to say the least, an unorthodox contest…but nevertheless tantalizing to witness. The feud between Seyfried and Trachtenberg had more or less been a stalemate…sometimes Amanda narrowly won, sometimes Michelle squeaked by with the victory. But neither had been able to so dominate the other as to claim supremacy. They were simply too evenly matched in size, skill and abilities. It was almost like watching mirror images at war. Each would add new moves to her repertoire, only to find the other having inevitably mastered the necessary counter or means of escape. It was more than a little frustrating for the two beauties, who had come to loathe one another with a smoldering ire.
Each was known for their devastating scissorholds, as both had spent years studying dance, and the muscles of their shapely stems were magnificently sculptured. Always looking for an edge over her arch-rival…and ever-convinced of her own superiority…as the two beauties faced one another across the mansion’s large living room, Amanda smiled and suggested that they begin the fight with a dual of headscissors….”Unless you’re afraid,” she tauntingly added. Michelle, no less confident in her own abilities…and never about to back down from a challenge by Seyfried…agreed.
And thus did one of the more unusual spectacles in celebrity catfighting unfold, as the two combatants willingly laid down on the floor, each on her side and facing the other, but laying in opposite directions. When the signal was given, each snared her legs around the head of the other, clamping her thighs down around her rival’s skull as they locked their ankles.
For the next several minutes they remained frozen in their violent tableau, each beauty pouring every ounce of strength in her body to their legs, with every muscle of their thighs pulsing with that power. The sounds of their shared distress filled the room…every gasp for breath, even grunt of pain, every whine, every whimper. Their faces, twisted into masks of sheer determination, grew darkening shades of red, as their eyes steadily began to glaze over. Beads of sweat dappled their alabaster skin.
As the contest neared the ten minute mark, it was obvious that whatever expectations that Seyfried and Trachtenberg had about swiftly driving the other into submission were long since dashed.
Their bodies now trembled from the relentless strain, and the competition had now become a test of endurance. Suddenly and simultaneously, both combatants gave sharp mewls of anguish, followed my long sighs. Their bodies went limp and their legs fell open as both Michelle and Amanda were squeezed into unconsciousness at the same time!
One of the spectators, a top physician, examined both and determined they were fine, just exhausted to the point of unconsciousness. The two slumbering beauties were gently lifted and carried to adjacent guest rooms, where they were put to bed so that they could rest and recuperate.
Several hours later, all of the guests were gone save for the doctor, who sat in the study with the mansion’s owner, who was the host of this evening’s event. As they finished their drams of single malt scotch, they got up to go and check on the ladies. Walking down the hallway, they spotted movement in the gloom ahead…a figure stepping out of one doorway (the room in which Amanda had been placed) and slipping into the next (where Michelle was ensconced), closing the door behind them. As the men neared that door, they suddenly heard the sounds of snarling and thrashing within the room.
Opening the door, the pair caught sight of the two arch-rivals resuming their battle, their lithe bodies, still clad in their one-piece suits with plunging 'V' necklines, tangled together as they brawled atop the king sized bed. The Doctor took a step forward to break them up, but his compatriot stopped him. “Let them do this,” he quietly said. “They had worked themselves up into a rage for tonight, and they need to expel it.” And so the two men stood there, silent witnesses to the savage spectacle unfolding before them.
Michelle and Amanda were still exhausted and somewhat dazed from earlier, but adrenaline and pure fury coursed through their bodies as they rolled back and forth across the bed covers, hands clutching and squeezing, nails raking, eyes blazing. They gave animal grunts and growls as they fought, and it was clear that neither had any strategy beyond hurting the other.
But the brawl went from reckless abandon to somewhat structured soon enough, as Trachtenberg managed to sit atop her foe and began slapping at Seyfried’s head, as Amanda used her arms to try and ward off the blows. The brunette knew if she could land just a few solid blows, it would give her control of the fight. The blonde knew it as well, which is why she wasn’t about to get her adversary achieve that.
With a roar of defiance, Seyfried suddenly managed to shove her nemesis off of her, and as Trachtenberg fell to her side, she tumbled off of the bed, the back of her head hitting the floor with a thud. She was in an awkward position, with her head and shoulders on the carpet, but her lower legs bent at the knees and still on top of the bed, and her body hanging vertically. Moving with viper speed, Amanda sat on Michelle’s legs, holding her in this inelegant yet effective trap.
From her position, the blonde was now able to stomp her feet at her rival’s head, and it was now Michelle’s turn to try and block the fight-ending blows from connecting, but her arms weren’t able to stop every kick.
Knowing she couldn’t endure this much longer, Trachtenberg grabbed her opponent’s ankles and with a sharp grunt, rolled to her side, pulling Seyfried down off of the bed and onto the floor. The two battlers now scrambled to get back up to their feet, but Amanda was an instant quicker, grabbing Michelle by the hair, pulling her head back, and stunning the brunette with a heartpunch that slammed flush between Trachtenberg’s pert breasts. It lacked the usual power of the blonde's striking blow, but it was damaging nevertheless. Letting out a pained moan, the brunette’s body went momentarily limp enough that she nearly collapsed to the floor. But she managed to stay on her feet…although at the moment, that might not be the best place for her.
Now grabbing her foe’s chestnut mane with both hands, the leering Amanda dragged her over to the wall, and attempted to slam Michelle’s face into the plaster! But at the last instant, the brunette recovered enough of her senses to lift her right foot up and place it against the wall, thus breaking the forward momentum. Moving swiftly, she not grabbed the confused Amanda by her own hair, and an instant later it was the blonde whose forehead was slammed into the wall!
Panting hard for breath, Michelle dragged Amanda back over to the bed and threw her atop it, but as she began to climb on top of her rival, the blonde rallied enough to swing up with her right hand, slamming her palm into the brunette’s temple.
Both now lay on the bed, battered and exhausted. Then, with no words spoken, both seemed to communicate on some wavelength only they could hear, and each roused herself enough to position themselves so that they could resume their headscissors dual of earlier that night. Ankles locked, bodies glistening with sweat, their grunts and groans filled the air as once again each tried to crush the other into submission, both determined to prove her scissors was the better. The contest seemed to go on forever, but in truth it was barely three minutes before history repeated itself. Amanda and Michelle, both already physically spent, simply could no longer go on exerting so much power while simultaneously enduring so much pain. Still, their iron wills refused to let them surrender, and thus they continued torturing themselves and one another, until in very nearly the exact same moment, they each again succumbed to the inevitable, and slipped into unconsciousness.
Twice in one night, they had battled to a perfect draw.
The doctor, after once more giving the two beauties a quick check-up and a good bill of health, carefully tucked Michelle into bed, while the host tenderly lifted the sleeping Amanda into his arms and said, “I think to avoid Round Three, I’ll relocate her to the guest house. In the morning I’ll have cars deliver each of them to their hotels…where I think something expensive from Tiffany’s will be awaiting each of them in thanks for this private display you and I have just enjoyed.”
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Wow, these are some incredible stories. You're all so talented! :)
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For the next several minutes they remained frozen in their violent tableau, each beauty pouring every ounce of strength in her body to their legs, with every muscle of their thighs pulsing with that power. The sounds of their shared distress filled the room…every gasp for breath, even grunt of pain, every whine, every whimper. Their faces, twisted into masks of sheer determination, grew darkening shades of red, as their eyes steadily began to glaze over. Beads of sweat dappled their alabaster skin.
Any story that uses the phrase 'violent tableau' gets an immediate thumbs up from me. Excellent work as always, Flash!
~rf
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Keeley Hazell vs Kaley Cuoco
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Kaley sank to her knees with a stunned moan. Keeley went behind her and planted a knee into her opponent's back while cupping her hands under her chin, then executed a chinlock. But that was only the set up for her real move...she leaned down, letting her bare 32DDs teardrop down upon the face of Cuoco, smothering her.
The Brit gave a wicked smile and taunted her hapless adversary. "Just another stupid Yank," she sneers. "Don't you know that no American bitch could ever beat England's best...me?"
Cuoco's arms and legs flailed as she was being smothered out. More humiliating still was that this was happening on the Fourth of July, and Great Britain was seemingly about to avenge their loss from the Revolutionary War!
No, that was one indignity too many for the patriotic blonde, who had specifically work a star spangled red, white and blue bikini to mark the holiday. With new determination coursing through her, she blindly reached up with her hands, until her fingers found the nipples of her tormentor. And then she pinched, twists and yanked them, bringing howls of anguish from the busty Brit!
In an agonized panic, Keeley released her hold and frantically tried to pull free of her rival, finally escaping the torture of her breasts. She scampered backward across the floor, then gingerly massaged her throbbing nipples, fighting back tears as she glared at Cuoco, who was struggling back up to her feet. "Oi, yer gonna pay for that, ya chav slag," the English battler hissed as she also rose up to her feet and advanced on the American. "Come and get it, tramp" Kaley said with a half-smirk.
But as she neared, Kaley slammed her right forearm down across her adversary's chest, staggering her. Adrenaline now pumping through her veins, the blonde began to deliver chops to Keeley's chest, causing the Brit's bosom to bounce wildly as she stumbled backward, grunting and groaning from the barrage. Finally Cuoco halted her attack; she grabbed Hazell by her hair while also lifting a foot up and placing it against the busty Brit's belly. Kaley threw herself backward to the floor, executing a Monkey Flip that send the yowling brunette sailing through the air, until she crashed with a heavy thud to the carpeted floor.
Kipping back up to her feet in a blur of motion, Cuoco went over to her rival and again grabbed her hair, this time pulling the whining beauty back up to her feet. Then, slipping one hand around Hazell's left shoulder while the other went between the Englishwoman's thighs, Kaley bent her knees, and with an Amazonian roar of defiance, she lifted Keeley up and held her entire body aloft in her arms in a magnificent display of sheer raw power!
The American held her foe like this for several moments, and then SLAMMED her to the floor, Hazell's lush body bouncing from the devastating impact. The Brit lay there, dazed and groaning, and ripe for the plucking.
Sitting in a straddle atop her opponent's belly, Kaley stripped off her own bikini top, exposing her breasts. She then pinned her victim's arms over her head and leaned down, letting her 32Cs envelope the face of the British beauty. Hazell squirmed in panic beneath her gorgeous oppressor, frantic to escape. But she was too spent, and soon enough, her body ceased moving altogether, and she fell unconscious, beaten ignominiously by her own trademark breast smother finisher.
The reign of Rule Britannia was ended, and now as the victorious blonde stood up and planted a foot triumphantly on the heaving chest of her slumbering rival, she was America the Beautiful writ large!
Happy Independence Day USA!
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Good fight!
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FLASHBACK 2012: Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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It was, to say the least, an unorthodox contest…but nevertheless tantalizing to witness. The feud between Seyfried and Trachtenberg had more or less been a stalemate…sometimes Amanda narrowly won, sometimes Michelle squeaked by with the victory. But neither had been able to so dominate the other as to claim supremacy. They were simply too evenly matched in size, skill and abilities. It was almost like watching mirror images at war. Each would add new moves to her repertoire, only to find the other having inevitably mastered the necessary counter or means of escape. It was more than a little frustrating for the two beauties, who had come to loathe one another with a smoldering ire.
Each was known for their devastating scissorholds, as both had spent years studying dance, and the muscles of their shapely stems were magnificently sculptured. Always looking for an edge over her arch-rival…and ever-convinced of her own superiority…as the two beauties faced one another across the mansion’s large living room, Amanda smiled and suggested that they begin the fight with a dual of headscissors….”Unless you’re afraid,” she tauntingly added. Michelle, no less confident in her own abilities…and never about to back down from a challenge by Seyfried…agreed.
And thus did one of the more unusual spectacles in celebrity catfighting unfold, as the two combatants willingly laid down on the floor, each on her side and facing the other, but laying in opposite directions. When the signal was given, each snared her legs around the head of the other, clamping her thighs down around her rival’s skull as they locked their ankles.
For the next several minutes they remained frozen in their violent tableau, each beauty pouring every ounce of strength in her body to their legs, with every muscle of their thighs pulsing with that power. The sounds of their shared distress filled the room…every gasp for breath, even grunt of pain, every whine, every whimper. Their faces, twisted into masks of sheer determination, grew darkening shades of red, as their eyes steadily began to glaze over. Beads of sweat dappled their alabaster skin.
As the contest neared the ten minute mark, it was obvious that whatever expectations that Seyfried and Trachtenberg had about swiftly driving the other into submission were long since dashed.
Their bodies now trembled from the relentless strain, and the competition had now become a test of endurance. Suddenly and simultaneously, both combatants gave sharp mewls of anguish, followed my long sighs. Their bodies went limp and their legs fell open as both Michelle and Amanda were squeezed into unconsciousness at the same time!
One of the spectators, a top physician, examined both and determined they were fine, just exhausted to the point of unconsciousness. The two slumbering beauties were gently lifted and carried to adjacent guest rooms, where they were put to bed so that they could rest and recuperate.
Several hours later, all of the guests were gone save for the doctor, who sat in the study with the mansion’s owner, who was the host of this evening’s event. As they finished their drams of single malt scotch, they got up to go and check on the ladies. Walking down the hallway, they spotted movement in the gloom ahead…a figure stepping out of one doorway (the room in which Amanda had been placed) and slipping into the next (where Michelle was ensconced), closing the door behind them. As the men neared that door, they suddenly heard the sounds of snarling and thrashing within the room.
Opening the door, the pair caught sight of the two arch-rivals resuming their battle, their lithe bodies, still clad in their one-piece suits with plunging 'V' necklines, tangled together as they brawled atop the king sized bed. The Doctor took a step forward to break them up, but his compatriot stopped him. “Let them do this,” he quietly said. “They had worked themselves up into a rage for tonight, and they need to expel it.” And so the two men stood there, silent witnesses to the savage spectacle unfolding before them.
Michelle and Amanda were still exhausted and somewhat dazed from earlier, but adrenaline and pure fury coursed through their bodies as they rolled back and forth across the bed covers, hands clutching and squeezing, nails raking, eyes blazing. They gave animal grunts and growls as they fought, and it was clear that neither had any strategy beyond hurting the other.
But the brawl went from reckless abandon to somewhat structured soon enough, as Trachtenberg managed to sit atop her foe and began slapping at Seyfried’s head, as Amanda used her arms to try and ward off the blows. The brunette knew if she could land just a few solid blows, it would give her control of the fight. The blonde knew it as well, which is why she wasn’t about to get her adversary achieve that.
With a roar of defiance, Seyfried suddenly managed to shove her nemesis off of her, and as Trachtenberg fell to her side, she tumbled off of the bed, the back of her head hitting the floor with a thud. She was in an awkward position, with her head and shoulders on the carpet, but her lower legs bent at the knees and still on top of the bed, and her body hanging vertically. Moving with viper speed, Amanda sat on Michelle’s legs, holding her in this inelegant yet effective trap.
From her position, the blonde was now able to stomp her feet at her rival’s head, and it was now Michelle’s turn to try and block the fight-ending blows from connecting, but her arms weren’t able to stop every kick.
Knowing she couldn’t endure this much longer, Trachtenberg grabbed her opponent’s ankles and with a sharp grunt, rolled to her side, pulling Seyfried down off of the bed and onto the floor. The two battlers now scrambled to get back up to their feet, but Amanda was an instant quicker, grabbing Michelle by the hair, pulling her head back, and stunning the brunette with a heartpunch that slammed flush between Trachtenberg’s pert breasts. It lacked the usual power of the blonde's striking blow, but it was damaging nevertheless. Letting out a pained moan, the brunette’s body went momentarily limp enough that she nearly collapsed to the floor. But she managed to stay on her feet…although at the moment, that might not be the best place for her.
Now grabbing her foe’s chestnut mane with both hands, the leering Amanda dragged her over to the wall, and attempted to slam Michelle’s face into the plaster! But at the last instant, the brunette recovered enough of her senses to lift her right foot up and place it against the wall, thus breaking the forward momentum. Moving swiftly, she not grabbed the confused Amanda by her own hair, and an instant later it was the blonde whose forehead was slammed into the wall!
Panting hard for breath, Michelle dragged Amanda back over to the bed and threw her atop it, but as she began to climb on top of her rival, the blonde rallied enough to swing up with her right hand, slamming her palm into the brunette’s temple.
Both now lay on the bed, battered and exhausted. Then, with no words spoken, both seemed to communicate on some wavelength only they could hear, and each roused herself enough to position themselves so that they could resume their headscissors dual of earlier that night. Ankles locked, bodies glistening with sweat, their grunts and groans filled the air as once again each tried to crush the other into submission, both determined to prove her scissors was the better. The contest seemed to go on forever, but in truth it was barely three minutes before history repeated itself. Amanda and Michelle, both already physically spent, simply could no longer go on exerting so much power while simultaneously enduring so much pain. Still, their iron wills refused to let them surrender, and thus they continued torturing themselves and one another, until in very nearly the exact same moment, they each again succumbed to the inevitable, and slipped into unconsciousness.
Twice in one night, they had battled to a perfect draw.
The doctor, after once more giving the two beauties a quick check-up and a good bill of health, carefully tucked Michelle into bed, while the host tenderly lifted the sleeping Amanda into his arms and said, “I think to avoid Round Three, I’ll relocate her to the guest house. In the morning I’ll have cars deliver each of them to their hotels…where I think something expensive from Tiffany’s will be awaiting each of them in thanks for this private display you and I have just enjoyed.”
Hats off to you Jackflash, once again you have outdone yourself. One can never go wrong with Amanda Seyfried and Michelle Trachtenberg
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The crowd looked on in a hushed silence as the two latinas circled each other. Salma and Sofia hadn't expected to see each other at this red carpet affair but once they did, it had been impossible to stop them. Their previously stylish dresses hung off their hips now, shredded and torn beyond repair or recognition. Their large breasts swung as they moved, circling each other but never breaking the eye to eye lock they had as if trying to burn a hole in the other latinas head with their hate filled eyes.
The two had let out twin shrieks of rage as soon as they laid eyes on one another and from there on it had been a feral affair, both latinas pulling hair and tearing cloth, slapping faces and kicking shins. Their high heels had been lost some time in the first minutes of their fight and now they padded the red carpet bare-footed, their legs sliding in and out of the slits in their red dresses.
"Puta," Sofia spat.
"Zorra" Salma spat right back and with that the two let out a furious shriek and leapt at each other. The crash sent them both to the carpet, hands firmly embedded in their hair as they began to roll around, legs appearing out of slits in dresses only to wrap around each other as the two locked up together, hands alternating between yanking at dark hair or clawing at exposed backs, their large tits pressing together as they fought.
"Should we try and stop them?" someone asked only to be immediately hushed.
"No you idiot, let them fight!"
And fight they did. Salma raked her nails across Sofias face only to have Sofias nails rake down her left tit. Sofia pulled out a big handful of Salmas dark hair only to have her right aroma scratched. The two churned over and over in a ball of red fabric, dark hair and long limbs, shrieking at each other in Spanish when they weren't howling in pain.
The two latinas rolled over again and again until they reached the edge of the red carpet, the flashes of the cameras illuminating their skin as they began to roll back toward the middle of the carpet again this time each roll took longer and longer, the two latinas slowing down as their fatigue began to catch up with their fury. Almost as if they had mutually decided it, they slowed to a stop in mid-roll, laying side by side. Then, glaring in to each others eyes they reach for the others breasts, spreading fingers wide to grasp as much of them as they could before they dug their fingers into the soft mounds.
With twin screams of pain and rage the two began to maul and twist each other's prized tits. Fingers and nails dug in to the brown skin, tits warped into shapes never seen outside a bakery as both Salma and Sofia knew they had entered the final battle ground.
Howling, the two twisted, kneaded, mauled and clawed each other's tits forcing the weaker willed of the onlookers to look away at the horrible carnage.
"Are.... are they dead?" someone asked as the two latina quieted down, neither seeming to move any longer.
"No, they're breathing," someone replied. Just as he had said that, one of the brown/skinned women began to move, slowly propping her body up by her arms until she sat up and looked down at the silent and weeping woman. "Puta," She spat in the face of the prone woman who tried to hide her face from the snapping cameras and the gasps of the spectators.
The victor stood up on shaky legs, inspecting the rags of her dress that still clung to her body, ignoring to cover up as if displaying her naked skin in a display of superiority.
Salma looked down on the prone Sofia once more before she turned around and walked down the red carpet toward her limo as the crowd parted to let her through as Sofia lay prone on the ground, wowing revenge.
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It's more Christmas in July, courtesy of the Walkin' Dude!
Scarlett Johansson vs Lucy Hale
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Before: Scarlett nearing the end of her MCU / Disney fighting commitments and while no one has accused her of phoning it in (save for a few Twitter ‘journalists’ in the pocket of Warner Brothers) some comments given to the press suggested she was ready to be done with the phenomenal grind of big studio AHW bouts. Not that she was going easy into that good night, mind you, the curvaceous redhead was coming off grueling victories over Jennifer Love Hewitt and Chloe Bennett in JMD and Boots & Bottoms bouts respectively in as many weeks.
The announcement that Lucy Hale would be her next adversary on the ‘Black Widow Farewell Tour’ raised more than a few eyebrows, though considerably less in certain inner circles where it was a poorly-kept secret that Lucy had been chosen for the bout after an exhaustive mud-wrestling victory over her nemesis Vanessa Hudgens the weekend prior. Disney execs understandably disappointed as they were far more eager to promote a clash of home grown stars, but they changed their tune when at least one of the Powers That Be pointed out how Hale had spent the last five years of her fighting career carving out a niche as one of, if not thee single most tenacious flyweight on the circuit. Win or lose, this executive noted, Lucy would provide Scarlett sustained minutes for her highlight reel before the perky little pixie inevitably succumbed to Johansson’s vaunted juggs. Thus assuaged, there was minimal ‘big timing’ of the small screen star, though under no circumstances was she to wear red, black or white, as these were Scarlett’s colors. For her part, Lucy nodded and smiled through it all, the one-time ABC Family afterthought clearly delighted and eager for what was without a doubt the biggest match of her career.
Come fight night she’s out first (of course) sporting not the traditional pre-match robe but a short gray hoodie emblazoned with the ‘Gritty Little Lucy’ moniker that’d been catching on various social media platforms as of late. The hoodie only offered peek-a-boo glimpses of the brunette’s bottoms, but once removed she earned a murmur of approval for a matching set of leopard print bra & panties done in shades of turquoise and gold.
That murmur grew to a full-on roar when Scarlett made her entrance, the A-Lister immediately commanding every eye in the room with her red silk robe and black crushed-velvet bra & panties. Offering a quick nod and smile to her gathered supporters, Johansson’s expression grew carefully neutral when she turned to Lucy. Out of her robe in a single effortless shrug, Scarlett tapped the red hourglass insignia emblazoned on the right cup of her top, then pointed a finger at Hale and beckoned her forward. Still smiling, Lucy obliged her.
Early: The opening minutes were exactly what you’d expect for this match: Scarlett imposing her will and Lucy working to deny or thwart as quickly as possible. If Johansson wanted a handful of hair, she grabbed it. If she wanted to slap Lucy’s face, she slapped it. If she wanted Hale moved to a different part of the carpet, she simply wrapped the brunette up tummy to tummy and marched her into the desired position. Not that Scarlett acted with complete impunity, mind you. Hale’s counter hair-pulls were just as energetic as her foe’s efforts and one tart little paintbrush of a slap across the mouth connected with enough force to narrow Johansson’s eyes in ‘how could you’ fury.
Still, it played out just as the nameless executive had predicted, with Lucy providing just enough competition for it to not feel like piling on when Scarlett bodied the brunette against the floor to ceiling windows on one wall and smec-smec-SMECKED her fireplug frame against Hale’s tummy and tits with a trio of truncated Splashes. Johansson forcing brazen eye contact in the aftermath, the redhead making Lucy carry every bit of her weight to ensure the ‘starlet’ knew who was in charge. Interlude ended with Johansson snatching a handful of hair to bounce the back of Lucy’s head off the glass, but not before she leaned in to whisper something that contained the words ‘not in my league.’
Later: Scarlett encounters her first real problem just after the nine minute mark. She’s got Hale smudged up against the wall on the far side of the living room waiting for her fifth Knife-Edge Chop when Lucy abruptly twisted out of the way, leaving Scar Jo’s hand to CRACK painfully off the elegant, cream-colored plaster. Redhead instinctually wheeled around to protect her hand only to discover Hale’s got another target in mind. Catching hold of Scarlett’s waistband, she reeled her foe in and clouted her across the lower back with a Forearm Smash. Two more follow before Johansson’s able to free herself, but the answering slap was nimbly avoided as Hale kicks it into hummingbird gear to get behind the heavier wrestler.
Just like that she’s got a shoulder to Scarlett’s back and the redhead can’t get her hands up in time to prevent Lucy from plowing her into the wall! Hale ignores the surprise from her opponent and the guests, she’s entirely focused on the forearm braced along Scarlett’s shoulders and the broadside Kneelifts she THWUMPED inches above the waistband of her opponent’s briefs. Johansson frees herself after half a dozen impacts and though she looks none the worse for wear, there’s a certain wariness present that wasn’t there a minute ago. Lucy knew she could hurt Scarlett, now Scarlett knows it too.
Finale: It took almost thirty minutes, but Scarlett Johansson finally learned the frazzling, maddening contradiction that is Lucy Hale. Namely, how can someone who moved like a hummingbird while upright transform into a goddamned millstone when things sprawled to the ground? The action had remained vertical for another five or so minutes after the missed Chop and though Johansson landed her fair share of shots (including a massive overhand stereo SLAP to Lucy’s modest assets) she never really regained the control she’d enjoyed in the early going. Now she was chasing after Hale and more often than not missing as the brunette dipped away at weird angles just to double back and land a few stinging shots to her opponent’s increasingly achy back.
The tide turned for good (though no one knew it at the time) when Lucy swept Scarlett’s legs out from her to send the redhead to the carpet in a facedown sprawl. Hale pounced at once, straddling the pits of Johansson’s knees, then leaning forward to slip her arms around Scarlett’s midsection. Kneeling Bear Hug, Lucy Hale to Scarlett Johansson. Scarlett too woozy from the landing to respond at once, though she began to groan and writhe when Lucy dug those knotted fists into her navel.
Head turned so she could rest a cheek against the center of Johansson’s back, Hale worked the hold in complete silence for almost a minute before she asked, “Give?”
“Kiss my ass.”
Lucy nodded, tightened her grip and earned her first real boisterous applause of the night when she barreled Scarlett back and forth across the carpet with an energetic Gator Roll! Utterly disoriented by the unexpected trip, Johansson couldn’t capitalize when Hale released the Bear Hug and scrambled into a seat in the hollow of the redhead’s weakened back. Lucy could’ve grabbed opposing biceps for what came next, so it was rather telling that she chose a double handful of hair instead. Yanking Scarlett’s upper body off the floor, she threaded the other wrestler’s arms over her thighs, then laced her fingers under Johansson’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked with all her might.
Credit the resolve of Scarlett Johansson, she endured the Camel Clutch for more than three minutes, but aside from one bout of frantic wriggling very early on, there was never really any indication that she’d escape the hold, especially after Hale relinquished the Chinlock in favor of gaudy, greedy handfuls of that fight-winning rack.
“Give.” Scarlett huffed not long after Lucy began clapping her juggs together over and over.
“Huh? Could you repeat that?”
“Give!”
Hale smiled, kept working. “I don’t think the folks at the bar can hear you.”
“I SAID I GIVE, YOU BITCH!”
After: Scarlett’s handlers try to move in as soon as the ombudsman sounds his chime in an effort to end this debacle as quickly as possible, but damned if they’re not intercepted by none other than Florence Pugh, who’d been watching the whole bout with a close eye. “Let’s just see how this plays out, shall we?”
Unaware of this interjection, Lucy got to her feet, grabbed Scarlett by the bra-straps and pulled her upright for what was presumably a galling Walk of Sha-- Hale dipped a shoulder, threaded that arm between Scarlett’s legs and let out a cavewoman bellow as she muscled the redhead onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! Beaming under the weight, Lucy slowly turned in a circle, then a second, third and fourth, each rotation growing progressively faster until she ground to a halt and tossed Johansson to the carpet with a single effortful grunt.
Scarlett was a beautiful shipwreck, all fluttering tummy and jostling jugg, but Lucy wasn’t finished quite yet.
Shooing some flabbergasted suits off the closest couch, the brunette made her way onto the armrest and waited there to make sure she had everyone’s attention. She did, even Johansson’s handlers had paused to see what Hale had in-- Lucy leapt from her perch, executed a flawless mid-air toe touch, then stretched out full length to THAWHAM down across Scarlett’s defenseless belly!
Jackknifed by the big Splash, Johansson flopped onto her side and curled into a ball, the redhead unaware of everything save her own agonized respiration and the faint press of one dainty foot atop her conquered hip.
Beaming in the wake of this stunned almost silence, Hale struck a Rosie the Riveter pose over her defeated adversary and held it until Johansson’s team finally made it to their client. But by then her point was made. Gritty Little Lucy was legit and no one, not even the A-List, could deny it any longer.
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Its been a while since I've had a chance to post anything, so here's a quick flurry of pieces to try and make up for the wait. ;)
HWA FLASHBACK 1977: Suzanne Somers vs Barbi Benton
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"Turn around, you idiot!"
"Are you blind?"
"Do your job, ref!"
The angry shouts from the crowd were all-but-drowned out by the sheer volume of boos that cascaded down upon the ring. At this particular moment, the referee was heatedly arguing with Debra Paget, a retired wrestler now serving as the manager of Somers. She had chosen now to step up onto the ring apron and engage the zebra in an argument over the quality of his officiating, and he was ordering her to step down.
Not coincidentally, this was distracting the ref from the action behind his back, which was an opportunity that Suzanne seized. Having untied the tag rope that hangs from the top of the corner ringpost, she now proceeded to wrap it around Barbi's throat, strangling the brunette. Benton, her face turning deep red as she struggled for breath, sank to her knees, her blue eyes glazing over.
Finally concluding that she had tempted fate long enough, the blonde undid her makeshift garrote and threw it between the ropes to the arena floor below. Her manager, seeing this, chose now to finally relinquish the argument, and she also returned to the floor. The referee turned around to see Barbi splayed across the canvas, her chest heaving as she gulped in precious air, while Suzanne was scaling the nearest turnbuckles. Steadying herself on the top ropes, Somers then leapt down, delivering a Diving Knee Drop, which slams like a jackhammer into the brunette's forehead, leaving Benton barely conscious and ripe for the pin.
Rising up, Suzanne stands in a straddle over her foe, and her feet start to slide in opposite directions on the mat as she executes a cheerleader-style leg split, her patented "Sweet Somerstime" pin, deftly executed as her body drops lower and lower, until she is sitting on the chest of the brunette, and the referee slaps one...two...three, as the crowd erupts in furious protest over the defeat of their beloved Barbi by this blonde bitch and her conniving manager. Paget joins her charge in the ring, and they two are all smirking smiles as the referee raises Suzanne's arm in victory, and the boos wash down over them.
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FLASHBACK 2011: Michelle Trachtenberg vs Ashley Tisdale
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Michelle was widely feted for having one of the best rear ends in celebrity catfighting, but this wasn't how she preferred to show it off.
From behind, Ashley had Trachtenberg's left arm jacked up behind her back in a hammerlock, while with her right hand, the blonde had grabbed her rival's bikini briefs and was jerking them up in a wedgie, the fabric painfully cutting up between the hemispheres of Michelle's derriere until it disappeared between them. The brunette mewled in anguish as her opponent made her walk over to the penthouse wall.
There, Tisdale suddenly released her dual holds and, taking her adversary by her brown hair, suddenly slammed Trachtenberg's forehead into the unforgiving plaster three times in quick succession.
Her glassy eyes spinning, Michelle drunkenly stumbled backward, reeling across the carpeted floor until finally she dropped to her hands and knees. Ashley knelt down next to her on one knee and pulled her adversary across her bent leg. She then proceeded to add insult to injury by subjecting the brunette to a blistering spanking. Tisdale's open hand cracked in rapid succession on Trachtenberg's butt, turning the skin a bright red as the hapless battler yelped and whined in pain and humiliation, still too weakened and stunned to resist.
Finally, the blonde decided it was time to end the match. She shoved her rival off of her knee to the floor, where Michelle lay on her back. Ashley then sneered, "Time for you and everyone to see who has the best ass here!" And with that, Tisdale sat down onto Trachtenberg's fear-flushed features, smothering her with a face sit. It was an additional dose of humiliation for Michelle, as this was her own preferred finishing move. She thrashed beneath her oppressor, but to no avail, and all too soon she was driven into slumber.
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Melissa Rauch vs Naturi Naughton
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"Heh heh heh!"
The blonde cruelly smiled and cackled with sinister delight as her fingers pinched and twisted the nipples of her howling opponent. Naturi, her lush body paralyzed with pain, slowly sank to her knees. It won't be long now before the embattled beauty sobs her submission.
Except that wouldn't be any fun, Melisa thought. She was going to enjoy playing with her new chew toy, especially after the savage battle that Naughton had given her up to this point. No, Rauch was going to make this bitch pay...in pain.
So, Melissa released her insidious grasps on her opponent's tender nipples and, grabbing her by the hair, pulled her back up to her feet. The blonde then paused for the span of a few moments, pondering what fresh hell she could unleash on her adversary next.
But those precious seconds were all that Naturi needed. Adrenaline pumping through her veins, the electric crackle of pain still inflicting upon her bosom, and red-hot fury in her eyes, she gave a sudden growl and unleashed three quick chops across Rauch's bare chest, each blow cracking like a whip across her alabaster skin, and causing the grunting beauty to stumble backward.
Her back now against the Bel Air mansion's wall, there was no escape for the blonde as her rival balled her fists and began slamming blow after blow into Rauch's bare breasts. If this were a cartoon, the sound effect would be BUDADA-BUDADA-BUDADA, like a boxer hammering away at a speed bag. Instead, it was the heavy thud of fists slamming into sweat-soaked flesh again and again.
The mauling drove Rauch into a dazed stupor, as finally Naughton halted her onslaught and stepped aside. The blonde staggered drunkenly forward to the center of the room, then sank to her knees. The brunette strutted toward her, and swung her leg, slamming a kick between Melissa's breasts that sent her flat onto her back, her knees bent beneath her, causing her body to arch.
Kneeling down above her opponent's head, Naturi pinned Rauch's arms to the floor, then bent down so that her breasts could envelop the face of the blonde, their mutual sweat forming an airtight seal within the satiny prison as Melissa was smothered. Her muffled moans and feeble squirming revealed both her panic as well as her helplessness, but soon enough both ceased as she was driven into unconsciousness and defeat.
Rising up, Naturi triumphantly placed a foot on the chest of her beaten rival and flexed her arms in victory, a joyous smile on her face.
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A trio of excellent pieces! Of course I always love seeing Tisdale in action, so seeing her humiliate one of the best in Michelle like that is just icing on the cake.
Also, I think I just became a fan of Naturi Naughton ;D
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3Short masterpieces. Lovely,despite Melissa's defeat. Many thanks.
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I love those last pics of the gloating victors. Thanks for posting!
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FLASHBACK 1963: Annette Funicello vs Latecia Román
The sound Annette made was like a moan mixed with a whine. She was flat on her stomach, her head turned to the left. Latecia stood over her, pressing her foot down on the left side of her opponent's face, painfully pressing Funicello's head down against the floor with all the weight she could put behind it.
The Italian beauty could not resist taunting her suffering rival. "They told me you were tough, but I think they lied to me," she said in her accented English. "And I thought you were Italian, but you fight like a weak little American girl!" she sneered with a giggle.
Finally the ash-haired beauty lifted her foot up and released her hold. Bending down, she grabbed Funicello by her raven-dark hair and hauled her up to her feet. Both of their bodies glistened with sweat following what had been a savage battle of stalemate between the two, with the Italian only now holding the upper hand, and seemingly on the verge of victory.
A jab with her fist into Annette's belly doubled the gasping American over. Again holding her adversary's hair, Román began driving her right knee up, smashing it over and over into Funicello's breasts, drawing pained gasps with every impact. "I think maybe I flatten that good Italian bosom of yours, eh? Make you look more like the typical skinny American girls," Latecia laughingly taunts.
Finally she halts the cruel blows, and instead pulls her gasping opponent's head between her thighs, locking a Standing Headscissors on the brunette. Then, keen on inflicting some humiliation on the American, Román starts to land slaps with her right palm to Annette's rear end, administering a spanking. Seemingly helpless, her derriere quickly turning red from the stinging smacks, Funicello squeals in pained distress as her tormentor laughs and taunts her in Italian: "Ti ho conquistata, stupida vacca! Non puoi competere con me, una vera donna guerriera!".
Seeing her reduced to such a hapless state, even the brunette's most ardent boosters among the elite spectators groan in crushing disappointment at the seeming inevitability of their girl's impending defeat.
So it comes as a surprise to all...not least of whom is Latecia...when with a sudden Amazonian roar, Annette wraps her arms around her rival's thighs and lifts her up into the air, then flips her backward to the floor in a stunning display of raw power!
Tears streaking down her face, but with fire in her eyes and her teeth bared like a jungle cat, Funicello whirls around to face her stunned foe, and then throws herself down upon her. Sitting on Román's back, she grabs her ankles and pulls the Italian beauty's legs up. Latecia screams in agony as her spine is savagely bent, her fists pounding the floor as she cries out. The brunette growls, "I don't hear you talking tough in any language now, you bitch!"
Finally Funicello drop's her opponent's limbs like wet spaghetti noodles and climbs up off of her. Reaching down, she grabs Latecia by the hair and starts to haul the mewling beauty up to her feet. As the Italian reaches her full height, she draws her right arm back and then throws a fist at the face of her adversary. However, Annette is able to block it with her left arm, and she then delivers a right of her own, flush to Román's chin, which snaps her head back and causes her to reel backward several steps.
Moving with a speed and with a show of strength that defies the exhaustion that grips her, Funicello then grasps her foe and, with a grunt, lifts her up and drapes Latecia across the brunette's shoulders.
Annette then begins to circle around the room, showing off her victim as a huntress displays her trophy prey, agonizingly pulling Román's lush body across her shoulders in a Torture Rack. Latecia yowls in anguish, tears filling her eyes, until at last she shrieks out, "Mi arrendo! Non più! I give up!"
Triumphantly, Annette holds her beaten rival across her shoulders for several more moments, then let's her slide down her back to the floor, where she crumples into a sobbing heap. A beaming smile now comes to the brunette's face and she places a foot upon Latecia's hip and raises her arms in victory as the spectators cheer her on.
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Kat Dennings vs Hailey Atwell
For an inexperienced viewer, the fight between Kat and Hailey looked like it came to a dead point.
The two topless brunette were kneeling in front of each other, their massive boobs pressed together, their arms locked around the opponent's waist, their heads resting on the other's shoulder.
But to the experts, this was the moment of truth as the fighters were only apparently inactive: their arms were squeezing with all their strenght in a mutual bear hug and they were pushing and grinding their boobs using their firm nipples as spears against the soft titflesh. Even their heads were used as they thrusted their chin in the enemy's neck and shoulder, in order to cause the maximum discomfort possible.
After what seemed an eternity, one of the two battlers started to show signs of defeat: her grunts of effort became moans of pain and tears started to to run down her cheeks. Finally she released the bear hug and tried to excape, but her opponent pushed her down on her back. With a swift movement she snaked her arms around her fallen foe's head and engulfed her face between her sweaty tits.
The trapped woman squirmed and trashed trying to escape but her movements became fainter and fainter as she eventually passed out for the lack of oxygen.
Kat Denning proudly stood up and raised her arms in victory amongst the audience cheers, but before leaving the penthouse to refresh herself, she pointed her finger and claimed: "You're next!"
The blonde woman's response was only a snarky smile as she raised her glass of champagne in an toast: the challenge was accepted.
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Can you add an Arab actress to one of those fights please ???? i can suggest some
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Freya's big mouth
Hunter King Freya Allan
Age: 27 Age: 19
Height: 165cm (5'5") Height: 161cm (5'3")
Weight: 54kg (119lbs) Weight: 54kg (119lbs)
Bra Size: 42D Bra Size: 32B
37-25-35 32-24-34
Freya was keen on proving herself in the ring, rejecting fights from Madison Pettis and Victoria Justice, deeming them “low-level” fighters, unworthy of her time. Instead, she stepped into the ring with Hunter King, who gladly accepted her challenge.
Freya: “Why should I waste my time with such creampuffs? Hunter should pose a moderate challenge and when I beat her, you’ll see what I’m capable of. “
Freya soon regretted those words as she was unable to lay a finger on Hunter who used her as a plaything, making her look like an amateur. Going into round four, the younger blonde was out of stamina, with a slight limp and a bruised midsection compared to the unscathed Hunter who pranced around the ring.
As soon as the bell rang, Hunter was on top of Freya, assaulting her belly and ribs with vicious kicks, then pinning her to a corner with one of her knees pressed firmly on her gut. She continued pounding Freya’s belly with knee kicks and when she dropped to her knees, Hunter pulled her up and continued. Two minutes in, Freya’s midsection was completely red and that's when Hunter moved upstairs bombarding her unprotected face with jab/hook combinations as Freya started to look dizzy. Unable to stand, Freya, collapsed into Hunter's arms, who dragged her to the middle of the ring and threw her on the canvas. Rubbing salt on the wound, Hunter sat on top of Freya’s belly, bent forward and pressed her comparatively large breasts on Freya’s face as she, unable to do anything, gasped for air. Not wanting to end the fight too quickly, Hunter let go, giving her a break until the bell.
Freya was in a heap of trouble starting round five and Hunter enjoyed every second of it; jabbing her breasts just because she could, leaving her open and forcing Freya to punch only to dodge and counter with a much harder, more accurate punch, ragdolling her across the ring via sideways kicks and hooks. Freya was completely outclassed, she knew Hunter could finish her at any given moment, but the older blonde wanted to have some fun before doing so. An uppercut made Freya stumble backwards as she found herself stuck with both arms tangled in ropes. Hunter went to town on her unprotected belly, alternating between uppercuts and knee kicks as Freya groaned in pain. Soon her legs started to go, she let go of the ropes hoping to drop onto the canvas and finally give in, but instead, her head found itself on a much softer surface, right between Hunter’s breasts.
Hunter: “Oh, look at you, finally reached your limit, huh?. Oh well, it was fun.” She whispered into Freya’s ear before pulling her head off her breasts and delivering a finishing uppercut as Freya hit the canvas.
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Guess who can't get onto her old account but wanted to share a story with y'all I had been sitting on. Me!
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Billie Eilish VS Ariel Winter
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Billie Eilish was high off her win following the defeat of the King sisters, Joey and Hunter - literally. After toking it up in her lady's room just before her fight, she was ready to at last take on one more girl and cement her status as one of 2021's most dangerous titfighters... and at only 19 years old to boot! Ariel Winter had accepted her long-issued challenge, finally stepping out of the shadows and scheduling a match with Billie for a no-hands titfight in front of an arena of one thousand eager observers. Billie was ecstatic - she would soon topple the biggest tits of her career so far. Billie prepared for the match by titfighting some of her groupies, but of course none could keep up with her ample rack. She wanted the titfighting princess herself.
The match began and Ariel approached Billie as the bell rung, swinging her ample breasts right from the start as she ran at the blonde-banged princess. She swung her tits into the singer's own as the two pairs waged war. Billie grunted from the initial hit, which had been more powerful than either Joey or Hunter had offered her in her last bout. Their large breasts struck against one another, with Ariel taking the offensive as she thrust her boobs harder into Billie's twins. The busty songstress countered by slamming her tits full frontal into Winter's juggs, stifling a cry as Ariel put her big tits to work on putting down Billie's globes before they could snowball to victory. She thrust her breasts as hard as she could as Billie grit her teeth, becoming slightly discouraged when she felt Ariel’s fat tits begin to engulf her own pair. Billie groaned as she was forced backward.
"You should have taken your win over the Titless Twins and ran for the hills, bitch!" Ariel hissed as she felt her breasts shaking, trying to push Billie's in more as their naked chests pressed together, "because now you're dealing with a pair of tits that will FIGHT back!" Ariel looked into Billie's eyes as their busts tried to outmatch the other, as every set of eyes in the stadium remained locked onto their straining racks, "Like... this!"
Ariel then swung her tits upwards into Billie's underboob, but she gasped as her latest attack was stopped dead in their tracks by the latter's barenaked breasts, which refused to give up any more ground to Winter's orbs. Billie lifted her gaze up and tilted her head, offering a subtle smirk. Suddenly, she marched forward, her big tits slowly forcing Ariel's backwards as the latter groaned through her teeth. Ariel backed up and tried to slam her beauties back into the singer's, but this time Billie's prestigious rack didn't even give an inch of room! Instead, Ariel gasped out loud as she was mowed back by an on-the-prowl Billie, Winter's pale cleavage rising upwards as they were pressed inwards by the offending breasts!
"Hhhuuurrrrnnggghh!" Ariel groaned loud in defiance as she tried to fight back!
With Billie marching Ariel steadily toward the ropes, Winter had one last idea up her sleeve as she flexed her thick thighs, momentarily stopping Billie's approach almost dead. Winter's arms snapped around Billie's torso, as the raven-haired beauty tightened a bearhug around the singer and lifted her off her feet in an impressive feat of strength! Ariel hissed as their breasts squished tighter, before she quickly and disrespectfully threw Billie down to the ground with a loud grunt of exertion! Billie smashed onto the mat as the ring shook, her big tits bouncing uncontrollably as the breath was knocked out from her. Flat on her back, half of the audience loudly began to voice their concern, begging Billie to get up quickly... but it was too late. Ariel allowed herself to fall dead-weight as she struck Billie with a devastating boob-to-boob impact landing!
Billie grunted loud as her breasts were bombarded by Ariel's bunker busters, the weight of Ariel's cans proving to be something else as they pressed down on her tits like a stream roller. But Ariel did not celebrate yet... instead, her lip twisted into a snarl as her breasts found themselves being resisted by Billie's thick orbs. Ariel gritted her teeth as her famous breasts pushed against Billie's fearsome frontage for all she was worth! Winter tried to focus on crushing Billie's big boobs from above, slamming her tits down onto Billie's again and again, but the latter's tits weren't giving in so easily. They kept their shape as they resisted the awesome pressure of Ariel's juggs, despite the latter's size and advantageous position. Ariel used her weight to try and crush the stubborn tits beneath her, but Billie's large pair held Ariel's at bay as the singer's mouth curled into a haughty smirk.
"Come on, big girl -- you avoided me for so long and THIS is what you finally bring to the table? I can't believe I ever idolized you growing up!" Billie taunted from below as her breasts began to stir from beneath Ariel's big boobs. With a huge breath, Ariel increased her pressure, puffing out her own chest as she snuffed Billie's globes back down. At first, she's successful... but within seconds, Billie's indomitable rack began to reappear from under Winter's pale breasts. Ariel tried to keep them down as she rolled her breasts harder over Billie's tits... she had never struggled to crush a pair once she got her tits over them! "You're the one ON TOP here and your boobs still can't hold a candle to my melons! Mine are overpowering yours from underneath!"
"Goddamn, this bitch has some heavy tits...!" Ariel groaned from below, "Ooooooooh... she's fucking good!"
She was breathing hard as her breasts begin to surrender to Billie's dominant rack, trying desperately to keep them down and contained! Eventually the pressure became too much and Winter was forced to abandon her position, climbing to her feet as Billie did the same. Before Winter could launch another offensive, Billie leapt into action, twisting her shoulders as she ran straight for Ariel, SLAMMING her tits against the dark-haired girl's own juggs.
One... two... three... Billie gathered her breath as her breasts heaved... four....five... and finally after six hits, Billie knocked Ariel into the ropes after putting all her oomph into the sealing blow!
Ariel's arms slung over the ropes as Billie grounded her tits straight into Winter's, causing the latter to wail as Billie's big girls punished Ariel's in front of the whole world! Billie then showed no mercy as she began to titbox Ariel's defenseless juggs. Ariel soon found herself back-pedaling as the full might of Billie's formidable rack came at her hard and heavy! Ariel, still groggy from Billie's earlier attack, feebly attempted to hold her own but soon she was pushed back to the ropes as her ass cheeks bisected the post! She let out a grunt as she tried to get out of the corner, but Billie held her there firmly as she continued to titbox the buxom actress into submission! Ariel moaned after each slap as her breasts were being punished!
Having softened Ariel up enough to finish the thick starlet off, Billie then stepped into Ariel and planted her heavy hooters right on top of the girl's own rack, pinning them down as she forced her twin peaks into Winter's face in a standing breast smother!
The audience was practically standing on their seats as Billie's whoppers enveloped Ariel's face like an airtight seal, as Billie held her against the ropes with her arms wrapping tight around the dark-tressed bombshell. Ariel's nostrils flared as her face was wedged in Billie’s rack, trying to push the singer away as her muffled screams were drowned out by the huge bust of her aggressor.
Billie reached around and grabbed hold of Ariel by the back of her head, stuffing her face deeper into her rack, burying Ariel alive between her large tits. Ariel grunted into Billie's plentiful rack as the latter smirked, her arms on Bille's hips trying to push the girl away. Billie was getting turned on watching Ariel's eyes close in strain as her face was buried further, and her own breasts seemed to swell as Ariel screamed in response to being forced deeper into the singer's bust. "I can do this all night long, baby girl!" Billie yelled, more for the audience's benefit than Ariel, who could barely hear anything with her face so far up Billie's rack, "Unless..." she added, whispering something into Ariel's ear... inaudible to the mics littered around the ring.
After a few seconds, at last the curvy beauty succumbed to the smother after one last writhe as her oxygen depleted... before she fell dead-weight against Billie's frame. Billie stepped aside and let her opponent crumble to the floor unceremoniously, and it was then that the audience gasped as the Jumbotron above zoomed in on Billie's knockers... revealing two red lipstick prints on both of Billie's big tits. The singer smirked even bigger.
"Looks like the little mermaid's tits were sunk by my 'Billie clubs', but not before she had a chance to pay them tribute!" Billie hollered as she slapped her tits in triumph, letting them jiggle, as she placed a foot over Winter's stomach and raised both her hands in the air, "It's a new generation, everyone! Now I'M the starlet with the biggest and baddest rack in the biz!" Billie boasted as she shook her tits to her fans, who were cheering her name and reaching out to grab her hand from the front seats.
Once Billie was done showing off, she was ready to leave. Turning around, she prepared to walk out of the ring only to bump face-first into another pair of tits, which obstructed her entire vision. She looked up to see a woman blocking the way out of the ring, who pushed her back with a thrust of her massive breasts, "The older generation isn't going anywhere... baby girl," challenged Christina Hendricks as she arched her back, and her bra straps began to rip...
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Great story! Would love to see more of Hendricks on here. It's great to see you back Nicole S.
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Great story! Would love to see more of Hendricks on here. It's great to see you back Nicole S.
Thank you, friend! Hendricks is so underutilized. It's such a shame.
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Glad to see you back with an amazing story! Go Hendricks ;)
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Hendricks fuckin' rules. I should write more with her myself...
Great to see you back, Nicole!
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Guess who can't get onto her old account but wanted to share a story with y'all I had been sitting on. Me!
Many thanks for sharing. I hadn't given Eilish much consideration as a fighting image, but she comes off like an absolute monster here. I must also show some love for the phrases 'fearsome frontage' and 'Billie Clubs' both of which are delightful! Thanks again.
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Thank you, that's quite a compliment coming from you! And feel free to use them yourself haha. Part of what takes me so long to write is throwing phrases at the wall and seeing if any of them are hot enough to keep.
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Welcome back. Nicole. What a stunning comeback with Billie crushing Ariel. Christina is also one of my favourites. So I would be happy if we see her in future stories.
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Thrilled to have you back, Nicole. And echoing what the Walkin Dude has said, I'm definitely going to find an opportunity to employ "fearsome frontage" at some point. That one's gold. ;)
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HWA: Selena Gomez vs Peyton List
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A hush fell over the crowd, The majority of spectators by far were devoted fans of Selena, but to see her now shocked the ordinarily raucous crowd into near-silence.
Gomez sat in the center of the ring, cradling her right foot, as tears welled in her eyes and her lower lip quivered from the pain.
The other battler in the ring, Peyton, was strutting in a wide circle around her opponent, beaming a smile of utterly smug satisfaction as she demanded that the audience cheer for her. Like the Latina, the blonde was barefoot...and that is specifically what this match is about.
One of the HWA's most popular grapplers, Selena had been anxious to 'freshen up' her image. To do so, she went looking in the past...75 years or so.
Gomez's favorite legendary HWA wrestler is Ava Gardner, one of the most beautiful as well as skilled ladies in the sport's history.
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Ava famously eschewed footwear in the ring, earning the sobriquet of "The Barefoot Contessa". Asked by reporters why, she replied, "Bare feet provide better traction on canvas than boots do. Besides, I'm a firm believer in the theory of 'Less Is More'. Going barefoot adds a bit of an exotic element to my look." Three quarters of a century later, Selena was in full agreement, and decided to honor her inspiration by likewise going without boots, and announcing herself as the 21st Century's Barefoot Contessa.
Her unveiling would be on the next HWA PPV. Her music hit and she strode down the aisle to the rabid cheers of the fans, unveiling her new ring gear and lack of footwear. She stepped into the ring and took the microphone, opening her mouth to address the crowd...when suddenly the sound of shattering glass burst through the arena's PA, and then Peyton's own theme music blared through. What's more, the giant video screen displayed the words:
PEYTON LIST
THE NEW BAREFOOT CONTESSA
Gomez stood there in shock, mouth agape, as her opponent for this night had just stolen her new persona! It was no secret in the lockerroom these last few weeks what Selena was up to, so List had time to prepare this little surprise.
The blonde strutted toward the ring with the smuggest of smirks on her face, her eyes locked on the Latina. She had just stolen the brunette's thunder, and she now intended to use this psychological stunner to win the match.
She definitely threw Gomez off of her game, which was obvious as List raced toward her at the clang of the opening bell and tackled the brunette down. Peyton then focused her attack on Selena's feet: twisting toes, pressing her thumbs into the tender arches, jabbing knife hand thrusts to her soles, wrenching ankles. Gomez yowled in anguish, squirming and thrashing haplessly in her rival's grasp. Soon enough, her feet were so battered, the brunette could not stand on them, collapsing to the canvas as she tried to stand.
Now the blonde moved in for the kill, reaching down for her blubbering victim. But...Selena was not quite as helpless as List believed! If she could not stand up to wage battle, then she would bring her opponent down to her, and she did just that with a leg sweep, which sent Peyton crashing to the mat.
Pivoting on her hip, Gomez swung her legs up and snared them around her adversary's neck, then with a yank of her limbs, slammed List's face into the canvas, stunning her.
Now the Latina put her legs to work once more, positioning herself behind her dazed rival and trapping her arms in a Lotus Lock. Planting her palms to the mat for support, Selena tightened her legs, pouring all of her might into punishing the blonde's shoulders. List wailed in agony, unable to break free. Finally she shrieked, "I give up! I GIVE UP!"
But before the official could call for the bell, Selena snarled, "Make her tap, ref!" The zebra then told the blonde, who now had tears streaming down her own face, that she had to tap out. But with her arms trapped, she could not use her hands...which Gomez well knew. Finally Peyton started stomping at the canvas with her right foot, signaling her surrender. the Latina's legs snapped open, and List quickly rolled out of the ring and retreated to the safety of the lockerroom, heckled by the jeers of thousands of fans.
Still unable to stand on her own throbbing feet, Selena at least managed to get to her knees, and the referee raised her right arm as the announcer declared THE ONE AND ONLY BAREFOOT CONTESSA as the winner.
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Really appreciate the barefoot content :)
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Thank you, Gent. It was suggested to me quite a while ago, and I finally remembered to do it. :)
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But before the official could call for the bell, Selena snarled, "Make her tap, ref!" The zebra then told the blonde, who now had tears streaming down her own face, that she had to tap out. But with her arms trapped, she could not use her hands...which Gomez well knew. Finally Peyton started stomping at the canvas with her right foot, signaling her surrender. the Latina's legs snapped open, and List quickly rolled out of the ring and retreated to the safety of the lockerroom, heckled by the jeers of thousands of fans.
Still unable to stand on her own throbbing feet, Selena at least managed to get to her knees, and the referee raised her right arm as the announcer declared THE ONE AND ONLY BAREFOOT CONTESSA as the winner.
Small joint manipulation is one of those tactics that strikes me as completely legitimate and ridiculously bratty in equal measure and I love it. There's just something about an aggressor going after her opponent's fingers or toes that adds an extra level of malice / disdain to the proceedings. All that said, kudos to Selena for defending her newly-minted moniker and extra points for her forcing List to tap out with her foot, it's the little things that make a win special. Excellent work as always, Flash.
~rf
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Ruth Negga
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Panting hard for breath, Sarah planted her palms to the mansion's floor and began to push herself up...only to suddenly feel a hand tightly grasping her matted blonde locks, her head being yanked up and back, and then her face smashed into the thick carpeting, which blunted only a tiny bit of the impact. Stunned, Gellar remained face down and groaning as Ruth now climbed on her opponent's back, and reached forward to grab the blonde's ankles.
The brunette then yanked Sarah's legs back, twisting a spine and drawing forth a piercing shriek of agony. Negga allowed herself a half-smirk at the sound of her adversary's distress, and assured herself that victory was not far away.
"You can submit all you want," Ruth coolly said. "But I'm not letting go until something in you pops. Kreuk put a nice big bounty on your head, but I can only collect by doing some damage It's nothing personal, of course, just business."
Kreuk. Was Sarah ever going to be rid of that bitch? The blonde had seemingly settled their bitter feud with a devastatingly decisive win over the brunette recently. But Kristin Kreuk had never been a gracious loser. If she couldn't destroy Sarah Michelle Gellar, then she would spend the money to make sure someone else did.
Sarah pushed all thought of Kreuk from her mind, as she had something more important to worry about: escaping. She knew she couldn't withstand this punishment much longer, so she had to move fast.
With Negga sitting on her, she had her knees bent under herself. That meant her feet were close to Sarah's head. In desperation, she was able to crane her neck far enough to sink her teeth into her tormentor's heel. Ruth gave a sharp howl of pain, then returned the favor by biting down on Gellar's own heel, drawing a yelp from the blonde.
But the move also succeeded in making Negga release her hold, and she climbed off of her adversary in order to subject her to some new torture...and preferably something that would keep Ruth a suitable distance from the blonde's teeth. Standing up, the brunette grabbed Gellar by her hair and started to haul her up to her feet as well. But even as she did so, Sarah reached up and behind with her hands, clasped them around her rival's head, and then suddenly dropped to her knees, pulling Negga down with her for a crude Stunner, with Ruth's chin snapping hard against the blonde's shoulder.
The impact sent Ruth sailing backward onto her butt, and she sat there on the floor, glassy-eyed as she shook her head, her right hand massaging her chin. Ignoring the pain and exhaustion that very nearly overwhelmed her, Gellar scampered on all fours toward her foe and lunged at her, tacking Negga onto her back.
The pair then began to roll back and forth across the floor, legs tangled together as hands tore at their manes of hair, their grunts, gasps and snarls filling the air. This continued for what seemed like minutes to the enraptured spectators, but in truth was barely thirty seconds. It was then that Sarah was able to maneuver Ruth onto her side, while the blonde slid behind her. Before Negga could comprehend what was occurring, she found Gellar's boa-like legs locked around her midsection, and the blonde's right arms tightening across her windpipe with a chokehold.
Wheezing for precious breath, her hands frantically slapping and tugging in vain at the limbs of her punisher, Negga's eyes glazed over and her lids began to flutter, while her motions grew more sluggish. The last thing she heard before slipping into unconsciousness was, "Tell Kreuk to keep her money...she's going to need it to pay for physical therapy after I smash her into a thousand pieces!" She then added with a smile, "Oh, and I'm sorry they're going to have to carry your beaten bitch ass out of here. Nothing personal, just business."
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Two excellent pieces of work, my friend! In particular, I'm always keen on seeing Mila Kunis around these parts...even in a losing position. ;)
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Two excellent pieces of work, my friend! In particular, I'm always keen on seeing Mila Kunis around these parts...even in a losing position. ;)
Seconding Flash's sentiments, these are both stellar reads. Margot / Mila was as frenetic and mean-spirited as I'd expected it to be and seeing Beyonce steamrolled by Kim K from the outset was as startling as it was emphatic. Goes to show the power of confidence and how fights can be won or lost at the podium or on the walk to the ring without so much as a slap thrown. Also makes one wonder if Beyonce will muster her reserves and try for a rematch or if she's been thoroughly humbled, at least as far as Kardashian is concerned.
Thanks for sharing,
~rf
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Loved the Billie story! Love seeing people put stories up pretty frequently thank you to everyone posting!
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Halloween comes early, as the Walkin' Dude starts sharing treats with us...and there will be more to come!
"A Timeline of Bear Hugs"
Neve Campbell vs Lili Reinhart
by The Walkin' Dude
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A note on the location: For the uninitiated, ‘The Smokehouse’ is a refurbished warehouse in
Vancouver’s port district, affecting a 1930’s small venue vibe wherein patrons can get a great brisket sandwich and
on the weekends (Friday through Sunday, rain or shine) see ladies bring ‘the smoke’ in topless Boots & Bottoms
style boxing or wrestling bouts. This report comes from a recent card wherein a visiting Neve Campbell (now in the
Special Attraction stage of her career) returned to the Smokehouse to battle house regular Lili Reinhart in a thirty
minute wrestling match. What was predicted to be a dead-even contest on paper turned into a decisive route of one
competitor and a perfect example of the old Kat Heigl adage:
’...but nothing leaves a woman so profoundly beaten as a relentless, well-crafted series of catch & release Bear
Hugs.’
4:01
Neve (black briefs w/ double white stripe at each hip and black boots) secures first Bear Hug of the bout,
drawing a breathy grunt from Lili (bright green briefs, white wrestling shoes) as she drawn in tummy to tummy.
Reinhart immediately answers with a palm wedged against the brunette’s chin, but Campbell slips free and presses
her cheek to Lili’s chest to deny separation. Blonde far from dissuaded, she buries both hands in Neve’s hair and
pulls hard enough to earn a hiss of pain and a sharp constriction from the veteran.
(LR)“Lemme go, hag. Or I’ll rip your hair out.”
(NC) “Gonna have to make me, cutie. And tugging my hair isn’t it.”
Campbell’s prediction holds true despite Reinhart’s best efforts, eventually forcing the younger wrestler to
dig her elbows into Neve’s bicep in an attempt to fight through the brunette’s arms to apply a counter Hug. Neve
lets her get about halfway there before she springs the trap, sinking into a deep crouch, then shooting up on tiptoe
to haul Reinhart off her feet! The ascent is quick and painless, the descent merely the former as Campbell sinks to
one knee and THUMPS Lili’s crotch on the post of her thigh with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Reinhart’s mouth a
perfect ‘O’ of shock, then a thin, flat line when the brunette pops her hips and slings the youngster over, around and
down to crush her between canvas and curves courtesy a Belly to Belly Suplex. Lili stretched out flat so Neve
plants her hands and bears down to earn a quick ‘TWO!’ count before Reinhart lifts a shoulder.
10:19
Troubles piling up for Lili, she’s sprawled on her belly with Neve straddling her calves. What has been a
short reprieve comes to an end when Campbell grabs hold of Reinhart’s waistband and pulls it sharply enough to
raise her the blonde’s hips and belly off the canvas. Free (right) arm crooked into a vague tire iron shape, Neve
raises it high and brings it down once, twice, three times, her forearm making heavy, damp SLAPPING sounds
against Reinhart’s lower back in the dim confines of the Smokehouse. Reinhart bleats in outrage, starts to scramble
out from under the brunette and has the jailbreak stymied by a quick Kneeling Reverse Bear Hug. S-grip grinding
deep into the pit of Lili’s stomach, Campbell hunches forward and bears down on her foe until Reinhart collapses to
her tummy. Once Lili’s facedown the cycle begins anew. Neve trades out her Hug for the waistband grip, muscles
her blonde up and bludgeons away at her sweat-shiny back until Reinhart starts to scramble and ends up back in
another Bear Hug. Lili’s confidence taking the same pounding as her midsection if the following exchange is any
indication.
(LR)“Get offa me, you lazy old bitch! My fans didn’t come here to see you roll around on the mat for half an hour!”
(NC)“I don’t give a damn about your fans, little girl. MY fans came out to watch me use up every last drop of you.
And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”
17:53
No one in attendance at the Smokehouse that night ever saw anyone struggle in quicksand for nearly
twenty minutes, but more than a few of them thought Lili Reinhart was doing a damned good job as the fight wore
on. Blonde’s laid out on her left side now with Neve snuggled in behind and the Bear Hug wrapped around
Reinhart’s midsection just below her breasts. It’s an uncomfortable arrangement made all the more so by Campbell
slipping both legs around Lili’s left thigh for a mean-spirited Scissors that completely neutralizes that leg while
leaving the right to flop uselessly atop Neve’s grinding stems. Reinhart’s resistance, once almost constant is now
limited to infrequent frenetic bursts wherein she pushes at Campbell’s elbows, wriggles against the brunette’s hips
or reaches back to tug at Neve’s hair. None of it does her any good, the steady work on her lower back has wicked
the younger wrestler of her strength and the insidious persistence of those Bear Hugs have her huffing and puffing
like a woman twenty years Neve’s senior. At one point Neve nuzzles in even closer so she can impart some useful
information.
(NC)“Hey, do you see that rather flummoxed looking man sitting in the front row? The one who doesn’t seem to
know if he’s delighted or disgusted? He’s a senior reporter at BLONDE! And he’s gonna love this.”
(LR)“Wait, BLONDE! is here? No! No, Neve! Stop showing me offohhohhohhohhohhohhohhohhSTAAAAAAAWP!”
Neve breaks her clasp, flattens both hands into paddles and proceeds to slap Lili’s tits for fully ten seconds
before locking down tight once again.
25:08
It’s all over for Lili Reinhart. Oh, the match is still goin, but she’s the Wicked Witch of the East and Neve
Campbell is the Gale’s farmhouse. The blonde’s glued to the canvas flat on her back with Neve kneeling above her
head so she can lean down in a north-south arrangement that sees her arms wrapped around the younger
wrestler’s waist and her right cheek heavy against Reinhart’s fluttering belly. No more S-grip for Neve’s Hug, she’s
cupping her own elbows to apply even more pressure to Lili’s defenseless midsection. Only saving grace (if you
can call it that) of her current predicament is that Reinhart managed to turn her head to one side before Campbell
could bury her in a Tummy Smother. Of course that means she’s burning energy every few seconds to avoid falling
victim to the referee’s five count. ONE... TWO... Lily gets a shoulder up. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Lily
rocks from side to side, breaking the pin with a second to spare. ONE... TWO... THREE... Lily bridges *just*
enough to buy a little more of this torture. She manages this balancing act for almost two minutes, but no one’s
really surprised when the end comes.
(LR, blubbering)“I give!”
(NC) “What was that?”
(LC, blubbering louder) “I GIVE UP! GET OFFA ME!”
(NC) “Ref, she’s submitting!”
(REF, kneeling beside the action) “You subm--”
(LR, frantic)“YES! YES! YES! MAKE HER LET GO!”
The ref calls for the bell and Neve lets go as soon as her name is announced. Kneeling over her opponent,
she moves to rise, only to change those plans when Reinhart drapes a hand over her chest. Taking hold of both the
blonde’s wrists, Campbell stretches Lili’s arms out overhead and pins them in place with her shins. Another round
of breast slaps follow, Neve helping herself to jugg for more than thirty seconds to show the bawling blonde one of
the many dividends of a pitiless Bear Hug campaign.
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The Campbell/Reinhart fight's sweet!
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Ariel Winter vs Nanoka
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The two beauties warily circled one another with some fifteen feet of distance between them. Their curvaceous bodies were glistening with sweat, and their ample bosoms heaved as they gulped in air. The battle between them had been more or less a stalemate thus far, but each knew they could not maintain this exhausting pace for much longer, so it either was going to take the upper hand and win, it had to be soon.
Ariel didn't travel all the way from L.A. to Tokyo just to lose. Likewise, Nanoka wasn't about to let this gaijin come to her country and defeat her. Their eyes locked on one another, invisible daggers sailing through the air back and forth between them, they seemed to communicate by some silent means. Ariel straightened her back and thrust out her bare 32Ds. Nanoka did likewise, pushing forward her even more impressive 35Hs. Then, both let out banshee wails and rushed toward one another.
They collided in the center of the room, chest to chest, with the thunderous sound of wet flesh, and a starburst of sweat beads erupting from their voluptuous forms. Each let out loud, pained grunts and stumbled backward from the impact...but neither fell to the floor. Both Nanoka and Ariel had looks of astonishment on their faces; never before had an opponent not been felled by each beauty's chest bump. But now, it seemed, they truly were two immovable objects exerting irresistible force.
Shaking their heads to clear them and scowling angrily at one another, the two battlers stepped backward to again put distance between themselves. And then, with roars of angry defiance, they again charged toward each other.
This collision was even more brutal than the first, with both battlers letting out pained groans. Each reeled backward on wobbly legs, their eyes glazed as they were dazed from the impact. Still, neither collapsed to the floor...much to the consternation of the other.
Groaning in discomfort, Ariel and Nanoka paced around the room, drawing on their flickering reserves of strength, until the two combatants, clad only in thong bikini briefs, once more faced off from opposite sides of the room. They both stood there stock still for nearly a full twenty seconds, and then as if on cue, they each let out bloodcurdling shrieks and raced together. For a third time, their bodies slammed together, their breasts nearly pancaking from the sheer force of the impact. Each recoiled from one another, staggering backward for several steps. But then one magnificent body toppled...!
Ariel fell flat on her back and lays there starfished, her glassy eyes staring up at the penthouse's ceiling as she moaned and gulped in air, a look of absolute disbelief on her face. Nanoka stood there looking at her fallen rival for several long moments, seemingly too stunned to comprehend what had happened. But then the spark of enlightenment twinkled in her eyes, and a broad smile crossed her face as she raised her clenched fist in the air and joyously cried out, "Saiko!"
Invigorated by having sent her rival sprawling, the Japanese beauty steps over to the prone Ariel and delivers a stomp to the American's right breast, drawing a shriek from the victim. Nanoka then repeats the stomp, this time on the left breast, with an identical result. A third stomp slams her sole down upon Winter's forehead, making the American instinctively bring her hands up from her sore breasts and to her face.
Now, Nanoka bends at the knees, and suddenly jumps up into the air. As she arcs down, her feet are aimed directly at Ariel's breasts for a double stomp. But with this move, the over-eager Asian has made a serious mistake. Her feet do land agonizingly upon her target's bosom, but Ariel's sweat-slick skin causes Nanoka's feet to slip out from under her, and she crashes to the floor, the back of her head taking the brunt and leaving her badly dazed.
Both beauties moan in anguish for more than a full minute, and then both start to stir. Slowly, with whatever scant power they still possess, each manages to roll over to their bellies, then push up to all fours, and crawl away from one another. When both reach sofas placed on opposite sides of the room, they use them to brace themselves as they unsteadily get back up to their feet.
Finally upright, they face one another, both pushed to the very limits of their endurance, their magnificent bodies bruised and quivering. They then begin to limp toward one another, saying nothing, but their eyes registering pure fury for one another. As they come together, both raise their arms in an attempt to wrap them around the other for a bearhug. Nanoka proves quicker, and she gets her arms under Ariel's. Still, both then pour every last ounce of their remaining power into their arms, and each moan in anguish as they're ruthlessly crushed in their dual embraces, their bare breasts mashed together.
One minute ticks by...two...three. The battlers gasp and whine in distress, their bodies trembling from effort and pain, their heads lolling side to side as each struggles to hold on longer than the other.
Suddenly, with a long, loud whimper, Ariel's arms fall free, and her head falls backward, the fight squeezed out of her luscious form at last. Nanoka's own arms then spasm open, and Winter collapses to the floor. The Asian drops down upon her fallen foe, and presses her breasts down over the American's face. Ariel's muffled moans and feeble squirmings are evidence of both her distress as well as her helplessness. Soon enough, she ceases to move altogether as she is smothered into total defeat.
With tremendous effort, Nanoka struggles back up, then places her foot upon the heaving chest of her beaten rival. With a broad smile of supreme satisfaction, she raspily declares to the cheering spectators, "Watashi wa jodesu, soshite watashi wa kono gaikoku no meinu o shoy shite imasu!"
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Ariel didn't travel all the way from L.A. to Tokyo just to lose. Likewise, Nanoka wasn't about to let this gaijin come to her country and defeat her. Their eyes locked on one another, invisible daggers sailing through the air back and forth between them, they seemed to communicate by some silent means. Ariel straightened her back and thrust out her bare 32Ds. Nanoka did likewise, pushing forward her even more impressive 35Hs. Then, both let out banshee wails and rushed toward one another.
Gotta love the use of gaijin in a catfight context, makes the contest feel more like an international incident than a brawl. Nanoka's near disaster coming off the Double Stomp was a great touch too. Excellent work as always, good sir. And thanks for posting my most recent efforts.
~RF
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(More magic from the Walkin' Dude! :) )
"Hapless No More"
Lucy Hale vs Hayden Panettiere
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The show’s been over for more than half an hour when Lucy returned for our interview, the brunette all cleaned up
and sporting a fresh pair of sprint briefs (matte black with: ‘GRIT’ across the seat in white Impact font) and a sunny
yellow tank-top featuring the message Everyone Loves A Winner! Temporarily detoured by the last remnants
from catering, she grabbed a bottled water and a huge handful of grapes before padding over to plop down in the
chair opposite.
Dwight Renfield: “Hello again, Luce. Thanks for sitting down for this so quickly after what had to be grueling
victory... and apparently controversial post-match.”
Lucy Hale: “Grueling, yes. But controversial? According to who, I wonder?”
(DR) “I’ve seem some tweets from Blonde! calling it the most heinous sort of brunette grandstanding.
Something tells me you have a different opinion.”
(LH) Rolls eyes “Of course I do. If our roles had been reversed, or if it was their beloved Blake Lively or
Natalie Alyn Lind doing the Splashing, they would’ve hailed it as something like ‘a ferocious show of flaxen flag-
planting!’ or some other such nonsense. But today they’re up in arms because it was their precious Panettiere
sobbing, and groaning on the mat. Or rather, it was because LUCY HALE left sweet baby Hayd’ whimpering and
clutching her belly. I’ve finally closed the gap with the little golden girl and they can’t stand it.”
(DR) “So you wouldn’t call what you did after the bell piling on?”
(LH) “Of course I would! But it was something we’d both agreed to beforehand, just look at the contract.
One five minute loser’s penalty to be carried out immediately after the deciding submission.”
(DR) “There were some in attendance that would argue the penalty phase was null and void because
Hayden didn’t actually sub--”
(LH) “Spare me! A girl doesn’t have to squeal or slap the mat to submit, Dwight. I dominated Hayden
for those last ten to twelve minutes, including those last three she spent mewling in that Abdominal Stretch. And
what’s the ombudsman’s rule for any submission hold that’s secured for three straight minutes?”
(DR) “The recipient is considered helpless and the fall, in this case, the match, is awarded to the
aggressor.”
(LH) “Helpless is a good word. That’s exactly what she was, you heard her crying out when I punched her
tummy? She was sobbing with each shot, she just couldn’t bring herself to submit to me in front of that crowd.”
(DR) “Why do you think that is?”
(LH) “I don’t think, Dwight. I know. In my first four meetings with Hayden Panettiere, I went zero for four.
That’s not dropping a best of three or even a best of five, that’s getting swept in a best of SEVEN. This afternoon?
My career record against the mean little brat stands at twenty-three, twenty-two and two. This afternoon was MY
fourth straight win over Hayden. Girl hasn’t beaten me in a year and a half, but she still has the nerve to call me
Lucy Hapless in the pre-fight press conference? She has the GALL to deny me a verbal submission when I swept
her three falls to none? Not a chance, Dwight. Not when she used to send me eight by ten glossies of me folded in
half over her shoulder or her knee or with my nose buried deep in her ass. Today was a receipt that Hayden had
dodged far too long. She thought bawling to the ombudsman would get her some sympathy, but rules are rules and
a loser’s penalty is a loser’s penalty.”
(DR) “So you Splashed her to tears?”
(LH) “So I Splashed her to tears.”
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Lucy was so focused clawing Hayden’s tummy that she didn’t notice the ombudsman’s chime until the third
cycle. Even then she didn’t release the grip, she just looked up with an expression of mild consternation. Seeing he
had her attention, the ombudsman raised his mic and explained, “Ladies and gentlemen, the official has ruled
Hayden Panettiere defenseless within the confines of the current hold. Therefore the fall and the match are
awarded to the winner, Lucy Hale!”
Hale relinquished the Seated Abdominal Stretch / Belly Claw combination on instinct, then stood up and
nudged Hayden’s left hip with her right foot. “Say it.”
Panettiere only groaned and slung an arm over her tummy which was now just as pink as her sporty fightin’
briefs. Lucy frowned, put her toes to Hayden’s navel and pressed down. “Say it, Hayden. I want to hear--”
The blonde swatted her foot away. “Guuuhhhh... get away from me, losHHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Lucy sprang up, crunched in on herself and stretched out full length so that she was taut as a bowstring
when she SPLASHED down on Panettiere’s pulverized tummy! “Start it!” the brunette barked to the ombudsman as
she scrambled to her feet. “Loser’s Penalty, just like we agreed!”
He did, though for a moment the ombudsman wasn’t sure Lucy knew because she’d turned her back to
Hayden and stomped to the edge of the slick blue mat-- Hale wheeled around, sprinted back at the guttering blonde
and busted out a gorgeous cartwheel that brought her THWHAPPING down atop Panettiere’s midsection in a
second Splash! Pushing up on her elbows in the nauseating aftermath, Lucy made a ‘V’ with her hands and rested
her chin in the fork thereof while she fluttered her legs and ‘swam’ a few lengths with Hayden serving as an
unwilling pool float.
Pretty face pinched with nausea, Panettiere pushed at the brunette’s hip and shoulder and wailed, “Dumpy
bytch! Guuuhhh... get that cottage cheese gut offa my OOOHHH! OOOOOOHHH! OOOOH! OOOOOOWWWW!”
Lucy hoisted herself into a perfect push-up position, then simply removed her hands to THUMP! her
tummy down on Hayden’s no less than half a dozen times! “YOUR TUMMY QUIT, HAYD!” Lucy barked as she
forced the fitfully wriggling blonde to carry her weight. “YOUR TUMMY QUIT AND I WANNA HEAR YOU SAY IT!”
“Nuuuuhhhh...NEVER!” Panettiere was beating both heels against the mat now, her resistance that of a
tired toddler that won’t admit it’s time for bed. “YOU COULDN’T MAKE ME QUIT! YOU KNOW IT, I KNOW IT,
THEY KNOW OOOOOOHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAAWD STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Lucy pivoted ninety degrees to transform the Crossbody into an agonizing Double Leg Grapevine that
wrenched Panettiere’s stems wide open. From there she collected Hayden’s wrists, pinned them directly overhead
and proceeded to SLAP her tyrannical tummy down on Panettiere’s pulverized paunch over and over and
over--
“MY TUMMY QUIT!” Hayden blubbered. “LUCY’S TUMMY MADE ME QUIT! PUUUH-PLEASE JUST GET
OFFA MMMPPPPHHHHHHH!”
Hale slid forward and leaned in, the brunette arching her back to ensure her rival got an inescapable faceful
of tummy. “Get in there.” Lucy demanded of her sobbing, sniffling prey.
There was still almost a minute left in the loser’s penalty when Hayden slipped into unconsciousness and
Hale got to her feet almost immediately thereafter, no matter what BLONDE! might have you believe.
“Leave her there until the clock runs out.” she huffed to the ombudsman. “And leave that up,” she pointed
to the scoreboard reading Hale: 3 / Panettiere: 0, “until the building is empty.”
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(Here's a treat for us all on this Halloween, courtesy of the Walkin' Dude!)
Troian Bellisario vs Brie Larson
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Lucifer’s Indulgence, a coffee shop somewhere in Silver Lake...
“What’s this?” Troian asked after taking a seat opposite the blonde. It was a contract, of course. Brie
always presented her contracts in garish magenta envelopes. She undoubtedly thought it was unique, Bellisario
simply thought it insufferable.
Larson rolled her eyes from over her raised teacup, then set it down and tapped the envelope with an index
finger. “It’s a contract, Troian. Don’t ask obvious questions. It’s beneath you.”
The brunette offered her a faint smile before reaching out to take possession of the envelope. “What’s it
for? Oil? Pro-style?”
“A catfight, actually.”
Troi paused in the midst of tearing it open. “Oh? I thought the ‘C’ word was verboten for all of Kevin’s girls.”
Larson’s dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “First, I’m no one’s *girl*. Second, BLONDE! has named me
‘Bantam of the Year’ two years running. Third, I’ve run through everyone the studio has set in front of me. That
affords me a certain amount of leverage when I ask for something... outside the norm.”
“Everyone but me.”
“I’ve beaten you, Troian.” Brie sniffed. “It just so happens that you’ve beaten me as well.”
Bellisario didn’t answer at once, she took several seconds to peruse the contract. Eventually she looked
up, eyebrows arched in surprise. “Hair-pulling? How tawdry.”
“Don’t play coy. I watched all your matches with Jessica and Laura, I know you like to pull hair.”
“And I saw what you did to Chloe and Kaley. Wasn’t easy, the Mouse lawyers were quite thorough about
getting clips yanked from the internet. You like to pull hair too, Brie.”
“I do what needs to be done, that’s all.” the blonde said primly. “Surely you’re not afraid of a little tugging?”
“I’m not, but if this isn’t just a catfight in name only, we’re doing things right. No ponytails, no fightin’ French
Braids, no Battle Buns. Loose and tangly is the only correct answer.”
Larson smiled. “I wouldn‘t have it any other way.”
********
“BITCH!” Larson’s voice was sharp and brittle in the small confines of the private gym. “Let go of my
haiAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Bellisario, seated atop Brie’s back with the blonde’s arms angled over her thighs, tightened her grip and
yanked until Brie’s feet pattered against the scuffed blue mat. “What’s wrong, A-List?” Troi ground her butt against
Brie’s squirming tush and continued to tug and pull. “Can’t take what you dish out?”
“You’re gonna take a fucking beating when I get out of this.” Larson snapped. “Swear to god, I’ll choke you
out with your own HRRRMMPPPHHHUUGGHH!”
Troi collected Brie’s hair in a messy top-knot just to tickle, then mash it against the blonde’s protesting face.
“The hell you will.” Bellisario countered. “You’re not gonna do anything but sit there and suffAHHH DAMMIT!”
The relative stillness broke into a frantic scramble when Brie wrenched her arms loose from Troi’s trap and
twisted onto her back. Just like that she buried her hands in Bellisario’s dark locks and pulled hard enough to make
her eyes water.
“You’re mine now, bitch.” Larson growled through clenched teeth. “Gonna take everything from you,
starting with this greasy rat’s nest!”
********
“Clawing and pinching?” Troi asked in mock indignation. “You must have called in a lot of favors to get
such...creative freedom.”
“Hardly any.” Brie answered after another sip of tea. The legal department lost all of its reservations once
they realized I wanted YOU and not Tatiana Maslany.”
Now it was Troi’s turn to narrow her eyes. “Is that so?”
Larson smiled, reached out and laid a hand atop Bellisario’s. From a distance it looked almost tender, but
there was nothing kind about the fingernails gouging at the side of her hand.
“Honey. You’re a glorified sparring partner. No one cares what I do to you.”
Troian laughed softly, turned her hand beneath Brie’s so she could dig her nails into the meat of the
blonde’s palm. “Why Brie, I had no idea you could be so vicious. If I didn’t know better I’d swear you were talking
like a girl that didn’t want to show off her abs on Instagram for a week or more.”
“I dare you to post before and after shots, Troian. I really do.” Larson murmured. “I’m sure your eight
followers will be most concerned.”
********
Bellisario wore a grim, albeit utterly satisfied smile as she draaaaaaaaaaagged the spade of her left hand
across Larson’s midsection for what felt like the hundredth time in a few minutes. Hissing in fury and pain, Brie
thrashed her arms wildly and in so doing managed to grab hold of Troi’s hair, but her limbs remained trapped
overhead in the sinewy loop of the brunette’s right arm.
“Six pack’s gonna be twelve by the time I’m finished.” Troi draped the warm weight of her left thigh over
Brie’s left hip, not to Scissor, but control. “Maybe even twenty-four. Impressive gains, amiright?”
Larson bucked and twisted like someone trying to fight out from under a damp rug and got her tummy
scored half a dozen more times for the trouble. Settling for another truculent hair pull, she growled, “You can’t keep
up with me in the gym or on the matRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Troi stopped raking and started clawing, the brunette kneading that vaunted midsection like it was
particularly stiff dough. “A thousand crunches a day says my Abdominal Stretch beats yours, Brie.” Bellisario cooed
in the blonde’s ear. “I’ll fight you for tummy pride any time, any place.”
********
“Smothering? Brie, it’s almost like you’re carrying a grudge.”
“I don’t carry grudges, I do occasionally correct mistakes.” the blonde countered coolly. “It’s all there, of
course. Hand over Mouth, Breast, Tummy--”
“Face Sitting or I walk.” Bellisario interrupted. “Front, Reverse, Sidesaddle, whichever angle I please.”
Larson snorted derisively, though her eyes remained deadly serious. “I said it’s all there, including your
favorite smutty indulgence. Not that you’ll ever be in position to secure such a hold.”
“Smutty indulgence? You say that like you didn’t leave Natalie bawling in butt-shock only a week before the
End Game premiere.”
Brie looked unfazed. “I’m a fighter, Troian. Fighters win matches with gluteal chokes. Whores sit on faces.”
Bellisario’s smile, feigned well past its limits, fell away like it’d been scalded off by acid. “Watch your mouth,
Brie.”
“Make me, bitch.”
********
Shins heavy on the blonde’s shoulders, Troian gripped Brie’s wrists in either hand and beat them against
the mat while simultaneously SLAMMING her ass on her foe’s chest over and over and over again. Breath
coming in great, tearing gasps, Bellisario pinned Larson’s hands together over her head and sidled up until the fork
of her crotch was tight against the other woman’s chin.
“Give up, Brie.” she demanded to the exhausted, fuming blonde. “Say it. I’m not moving until you say it.”
“Fuck you, this isn’t over yeMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!”
Troian scooted forward and sat down with the full weight of her undercarriage grinding against the blonde’s
mouth and nose. “You’re finished. Tap out.”
Larson glowered, her fury palpable even though she was engulfed from the bridge of the nose on down.
“Fuhghyuu.”
Troi smiled prettily. “Hey, the contract specified clawing AND pinching, right?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, she just reached back and pinched Larson’s nipples through the thin cotton
of her sports bra. Half a dozen strong twist-pulls was enough to get the brunette what she wanted.
“AYEGHEV!” Brie sobbed in muffled misery and outrage. “AYEGHEV SOGEDDHOFFAMEEE YUUU
FHUGGEN BIDGGGGGAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!”
Troi pulled a little harder and waggled her hips from side to side, the brunette rubbing it in both literally
and figuratively. “Catfight rules, baby.” she chirped to the suffering wrestler. “I don’t get up until I’m satisfied.”
********
Brie had signed the contract ahead of time, which was the only reason Troi didn’t send it to her own
counsel even after a thorough perusal. Once she’d added her name, she returned it to the envelope and slid it back
across the table to Larson. “There. You’ve got your catfight.”
“Wonderful.” the blonde said before tucking the envelope into her purse. “I prefer boxing and submission
wrestling of course, but it’s fun to go slumming from time to time, don’t you agree?”
Troi was silent for so long Larson decided the meeting was over and got up from the table. She was about
to leave when Bellisario noted, “This is the last time you’re going to disrespect me, Brie.”
Brie treated her to a radiant smile utterly devoid of mirth. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, Troian. I haven’t even
STARTED to disrespect you yet.”
********
Troi only got up when Brie’s eyes fluttered shut and her breath was a shallow, sucking pressure against her
trunks.
“Feel that? That’s my foot on your tits. I‘m posing over you, Brie.”
Larson groaned, reached up and tried to push the brunette’s leg away with no success. “Guuuuhhhh...get
off. Leave me alone, damn yoooooooohhhhhh!”
Bellisario caught her foe’s right nipple between two toes and gave it a sharp twist while she flexed her
biceps for the non-existent audience. “It’s not the middle of the ring at the Staples Center, but it’s a start.” Troi
chided. “Imagine the humiliation you’ll feel when I get to do this in front of a screaming, sell-out crowd.”
“Nuuuuhhh...never get the chance. You’re a nobodBITCH!”
Troian removed her foot, leaned down and reapplied her previous pinching attack with malicious, titty-
twisting interest.
“Get used to it, loser.” she ordered over Brie’s incensed wails. “Because this nobody isn’t going anywhere
until you admit she’s the fucking best!”
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Penny (Kaley Cuoco) vs Max (Kat Dennings)
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(It's been a while since I've done a piece with Kaley and Kat playing their famous TV characters. For newcomers, here's the premise: these matches are set prior to when we first met them on their sitcoms. Both are struggling young waitresses, Max in New York, and Penny in Los Angeles. To make some extra money, they both got into the apartment wrestling scene, and they each flourished. Upon first crossing paths, they developed an instant and lasting hatred for each other, resulting in a series of fights across the U.S. that has elevated their feud to the most exciting rivalry in all of catfighting. This is the next installment in their ongoing conflict. Enjoy!)
The two beauties knelt facing one another on opposite sides of the large inflatable wading pool that had been set up in the center of the mansion's opulent ballroom, their bare chests heaving as they panted heavily for breath, their lush bodies glistening as baby oil covered every square inch of their flesh. They had to wipe oil from their eyes and spit it out of their mouths, and push aside locks of hair that was now matted with the oil.
When Penny and Max had agreed to make this latest battle between them an oil wrestling match, neither had fully appreciated what that would entail, as neither had ever fought in oil before. But they swiftly learned that they had few skills for brawling in the substance; standing up was impossible, and with their bodies soaked in oil, they were both too slippery for the other to get a good hold on. Headlocks, bearhugs and bodyscissors were now useless. Earlier in the match, their manes could be grasped, but soon enough there was so much oil in their hair, there was no way to hold a solid grip on the strands.
The struggle had proven both frustrating and exhausting, and now both buxom beauties were subsisting on their last dregs of strength. They had been reduced largely to slaps and punches, but the drain on their power now left their arms so leaden, neither could muster enough energy to land effective blows any longer.
The same thought burned in the mind of each beauty: "If only there was some way to get a hold on that bitch...!"
And then Penny's eyes seemed to twinkle, as if she had a brainstorm. Sitting down, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black thong and tugged it down her legs until she removed it completely, leaving herself nude, much to the appreciation of the elite spectators. Max was momentarily perplexed, then she gave a crooked half-smile and rasped, "Stripping yourself? Good...saves me the trouble after I beat your bimbo ass!"
Penny said nothing in reply, instead getting to all fours and crawling toward her hated rival, thong clutched in her right hand. Max also began to crawl toward Penny, and when the blonde and brunette finally met in the center of the pool, they both snarled and threw themselves at one another. Their oily bodies squirmed together, rolling back and forth, until finally Penny managed to get behind the kneeling Max. She then revealed why she had stripped herself, wrapping the thong...the only object she can hold tightly...around Max's throat to strangle her!
Eyes wide with panic, the New York brunette gasped and gurgled for air, her fingers clutching haplessly at the garment wrapped tight across her windpipe. But as spent as she is, it isn't long before her eyelids flutter shut and her body goes limp. Penny releases her chokehold and Max flops face-first to the floor, devastated.
To claim her victory, the L.A. blonde now yanks her beaten rival's thong down her legs, leaving Max as naked as Penny, as the crowd cheers the flaxen-haired beauty's triumph.
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HWA: Lacey Chabert vs Kyla Pratt
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The fans were stunned by the spectacle that was unfolding before their eyes. Both Lace and Kyla had never been afraid to fight rough, but tonight their match rapidly deteriorated into a Pier One brawl!
The announcers had no explanation for it. Neither woman had ever fought the other before, so there was no preexisting bad blood between them. The only conclusion they could come to was that some people simply generate a volatile chemistry between them, resulting in unexpected violence. And there was no doubt that Pratt and Chabert were plunging deep into that violence as they each battered and beat one another both within the ring and, when the action would spill through the ropes, to the ringside floor!
The brawl was nearing the fifteen minute mark, the two beauties battered and bruised and straining against the limits of their endurance. Suddenly the tide seemed to turn forcefully in Lacey's favor: Kyla had attempted to Irish Whip her opponent into the corner, but Chabert had reversed it, and it was Pratt whose spine was smashed hard into the turnbuckle. Rushing at her momentarily stunned foe, Lacey drove her shoulder hard into Kyla's belly, winding her.
Chabert then lifted each of her adversary's legs up, draping both over the middle ropes on either side of her, while Pratt's arms were draped over the top ropes, holding her in place. Lacey then trotted to the opposite corner and drew a huge pop from the crowd when she signaled for a Wrecking Ball Bodysplash. The brunette suddenly began to dash across the canvas, racing toward her target, intent on using her own body to smash all of the remaining fight out of Pratt, and end the match once and for all.
Hung up in the cables as she was, Kyla was unable to throw herself out of the way...but that didn't mean she was helpless. At the last moment, she pulled her arms away from the ropes, and although her legs still rested on the middle strands, she threw herself downward, hanging upside down in the corner. The result was that her attacker, unable to halt her charge, found her chest slamming into the empty turnbuckles, and not into her victim.
A combination whoosh of air and wail of pain escaped Lacey's throat as she stumbled backward, hands clutching her chest as her cheeks rapidly puffed in and out as she tried to regain her breath. Kyla had a few seconds to pull her legs free, and then scramble back up to her feet. She lunged at Chabert, landing a forearm blow across her gasping opponent's chest, and sending the brunette crashing to the mat.
Moving with all of the haste she could muster, Pratt dropped to her knees and shoved Chabert over onto her belly. She then bent her opponent's legs back at the knees, pressing one ankle over the other, and sitting on Lacey's feet to keep her legs painfully pinned down. Kyla then cupped her left hand under the brunette's chin and yanked her head back until Lacey's face was upturned to the arena ceiling. Pratt then began drilling elbow strikes into her victim's forehead with her right arm, leaving the wailing Chabert glassy-eyed and hapless.
Next, Kyla converted the chin hold into a Rear Naked Choke, and Lacey gurgled for breath. Panic-stricken at the realization that she would soon be knocked out, Chabert began to furiously tap at the canvas, signaling her submission, and the referee called for the bell.
But Pratt wasn't finished just yet. Releasing her hold, she stood up, pulling the bedraggled Lacey up by her hair. "Everybody calls you the Suplex Queen," Kyla sneers with a smirk at her rival. "Here, lemme show you how it's really done, baby girl!"
Securing the dazed brunette in a Front Facelock, Pratt then executed a textbook Fisherwoman's Suplex, slamming Lacey to the mat in a ring-shaking drop, and leaving the moaning Chabert starfished on the canvas, devastated by her own signature move.
To add insult to injury, Kyla placed her right boot upon her defeated rival's heaving chest and only then allowed the referee to raise her arm in victory.
*****
FLASHBACK 1977: Jane Seymour vs Morgan Fairchild
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The blonde's yowls of painful protest filled the room, as Jane stood proudly, holding Morgan by the legs, and tormenting her in a Standing Backbreaker. Confident of impending triumph, the Brit gave a satisfied smile to her many devotees among the elite spectators of this catfight.
But the cunning Fairchild wasn't finished quite so soon. Blocking out the pain to her spine, she managed to grab her opponent's left ankle and pull her upper body close enough so that the blonde could suddenly sink her teeth into the back of Jane's heel. Startled, Seymour let out a shriek and instinctively let her adversary's legs go, then tried to pull her foot free of Morgan's teeth. As a result, the English battler lost her balance and crashed to the mansion floor. But at least she had broken loose from the bite.
Face flushed with anger, Jane spat out, "You wretched cur!", and then decided to return the favor by grabbing Fairchild's nearest ankle, pulling her foot close, and chomping her own teeth down on the blonde's toes! Morgan gave a shriek of her own, but she also managed to respond virtually simultaneously, lashing out with her other leg, the sole of her foot slamming into the side of Jane's head. The Brit gave a sharp yip and then collapsed to her side, stunned.
With a leopard's stalking grace, Morgan crawled to her rival and pushed her flat onto her back. Climbing atop the brunette to keep her pinned down, Fairchild then clamped her thighs around Seymour's head with a Reverse Headscissors, the brunette's chin pressed against her tormentor's butt as the blonde locked her ankles and began tightening her python embrace.
Shocked from her daze, Jane's eyes widened in horror as she realized her predicament. Her hands frantically slapped and tugged at her opponent's thighs, but to no avail. Adding to her distress was the fact that Morgan now also applied Clawholds to the tender inner thighs of the Brit, sending cascading waves of pain down her legs, and further sapping what dwindling power she had left in her lithe frame.
Sweat glistened upon the bodies of both beauties as their grunts and gasps filled the air, but the Cheshire smile on Morgan's face made it clear to all that she knew the triumph would soon be hers.
Jane mewled in distress, her face going from red to darker shades, tears filling her eyes, as finally she whimpered, "No more...p-please...I beg you...STOP!"
But Morgan wasn't feeling very generous. "Sorry, sweetheart, but this fight goes to a knockout!" she purred, her magnificent thighs tightening ever-harder around her victim. Jane pleaded for mercy, but her begging merely drove Fairchild on to subject her adversary to even more torment.
Finally, inevitably, Seymour's eyes fluttered shut, and her body went completely limb as she was squeezed into ignoble unconsciousness. Morgan found the effort had so depleted her, she was unable to even stand up. But it didn't matter...the men in the audience practically fell over themselves to tenderly lift her up and place her on a leather chair, as a Queen sat upon her throne, while the beaten body of her victim was carried away to a bedroom, where she would dream of revenge.
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Elle Fanning vs Zendaya
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The two lithe beauties grunted and groaned as they writhed across the carpet, two bodies, one alabaster and the other mocha hued, tangled together as one. It had been a grueling contest between the two, and thus far a virtual stalemate.
Now however, after several minutes of rolling and thrashing upon the floor, Elle managed to get herself behind Zendaya. With viper swiftness, she wrapped her legs around her rival's waist for a scissor hold, while her left arm tightened across the brunette's throat, and Fanning's right hand covered her opponent's eyes; Elle knew from experience that depriving an adversary of her sense of sight could leave her reeling with confusion, and that's precisely what happens now, as the ordinarily coolly collected Zendaya, blinded, goes into a panic. Her arms flail as she gasps and gurgles from the chokehold, depriving her of precious moments in which she might have been able to break free. By the time she regains her wits, she is too weakened by her foe's dual holds to escape from either.
Feeling her rival growing weaker in her grasp, Elle permits herself a self-satisfied smile. She knew full well that the widespread expectation among the elite spectators was that it would be Zendaya who emerged victorious, so defeating her vaunted adversary was a delicious pleasure.
Finally, with a whimpering sigh, Zendaya's body goes limp and she is driven into unconsciousness. Fanning releases her and stands up, leaving the slumbering loser face down on the carpet, and placing a foot upon the brunette's rear end as the blonde flexes her arms and beams a wide grin of triumph.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Meagan Goode
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Meagan grunted and staggered back as Scarlett landed a sharp slap across her bare chest, making her 32C's bounce wildly. The blonde landed a second chop...then a third.
But when she tried for a fourth, her opponent...eyes now blazing with fury...managed to block the chop with one arm, while with her other hand she delivered a chest slap of her own, and now it was time for Johansson's bare 32D's to undulate.
But rather than continue this line of attack, Goode shifted tactics, and instead slammed three sharp and fast elbow drills into her opponent's forehead. Eyes now glassy, Scarlett wobbled backward on unsteady legs.
But before those legs could crumple beneath her and send her crashing to the mansion floor, Johansson found her lush body seized in a bearhug. The breasts of both beauties pancaked together, sweat glistening off of both of their bodies, as Meagan poured all of her remaining power into her arms. Like steel coils, they tightened around Johansson, causing a wail of anguish to escape her pouty lips.
Both women grunted and groaned as one, Scarlett from the pain, and Meagan for the effort to inflict it. The strength rapidly draining from her, Johansson could only feebly slap at her tormentor's shoulders or weakly tug at her hair. Meagan gritted her teeth and hissed each labored breath as she sought to crush the fight...and indeed, the very pride...out of her rival.
But no matter what, Scarlett would not give her opponent that satisfaction, and so rather than submitting, she allowed the torture to continue until at last her body and mind could no longer withstand it, and she passed out.
Goode's arms fell open and hung limply at her side as the blonde's body collapsed to the floor in a heap. But there were tears of joy in her eyes as she basked in her victory.
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FIRST FIGHT FLASHBACK, 1995: Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Staci Keanan
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There's something special about witnessing a celebrity's first catfight, and it's a genuine event with both combatants are making their battle debuts.
Of the two, Staci was the better known girl to most of the elite spectators, having starred in a pair of hit network prime time sitcoms. Sarah was a big success as well, having earned a Daytime Emmy, but the fact was that most of those present hadn't ever watched her soap opera. Now however the brunette had left New York for LA and was determined to find fame in prime time and in films. Building a successful catfighting career, she knew, could open a lot of doors for her in Hollywood.
But simply wishing it wouldn't make it happen. She had to work hard for it...and unfortunately for Gellar, Keanan was working just as hard. As a result, their battle see-sawed back and forth between the two teenaged beauties, with neither able to hold the upper hand for long.
But at this moment at least, it was Sarah in control of the fight, as she landed a pair of blistering slaps to the blonde's face, causing Staci to stagger backward. However, even as Gellar raised her hand to deliver a third slap, Keanan gave a sharp growl and raked her nails across the New Yorker's eyes. Blinded and in pain, the brunette shrieked, and with her defenses instantly gone, she could do nothing as her opponent bent down, grabbed Gellar's ankles, and yanked her feet out from under her, sending her crashing onto her back with a yelp and a grunt.
Body soaked with sweat, Staci pushed a damp lock of hair from her face and slammed a stomp down on her adversary's belly, causing Sarah to gasp hard from the rush of air from her lungs.
All the blonde could think about was the sneering condescension her smug rival wore on her face for much of the match (ignoring the fact that Keanan provided plenty of arrogant 'resting bitch face' herself), and how much she wanted to wipe that look off. That gave her the evil inspiration to continue stomping...but now slamming her foot down on Gellar's face!
Again and again the blonde maliciously stamped the sole of her foot down onto Sarah's features, leaving the brunette moaning and glassy eyed, and reducing her to a battered state of semi-consciousness.
With Sarah now too dazed to offer any resistance, Staci stepped around to the lower half of her opponent's body, again grabbed her ankles, lifted her legs, and then pulled them as far apart as she could. The sudden rush of agony to her thighs snapped Sarah from her stupor, and she began shrieking, "STOP! STOP! I SURRENDER! PLEASE...LET ME GO!!!"
Her victory achieved, Keanan released the legs of her now sobbing adversary. As Gellar rolled to her side and curled into a ball, Staci stood over her, placing a foot on the brunette's hip and raising her arms to accept the cheers of the onlookers. "Behold your newest and greatest goddess!" the triumphant blonde smilingly proclaimed.
Beneath her however, Sarah may be beaten, but only for now. Silently, with a seething fury, she swears that this will be the last time anyone ever beats and humiliates her again!
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Is there any 'finish her' pro wrestling story featuring Gal Gadot?
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After doing a search, I see that Gal appeared in several pieces in the thread, but all of them were either catfights or submission matches, no pro.
Anyone care to take a crack at writing one? ;)
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After doing a search, I see that Gal appeared in several pieces in the thread, but all of them were either catfights or submission matches, no pro.
Anyone care to take a crack at writing one? ;)
I feel like I did one a while back where Gal puts Emily VanCamp out with a Scissors, then punishes her in the aftermath with a Bear Hug. In my head the setting to that was a pro-style ring, though probably one in an empty gym and not surrounded by screaming fans. All that said, I did catch RED NOTICE a couple weeks back and that's certainly a font of inspiration for the brunette inflicting violence. Time and energy are both in short supply as of late, but I'll put my mind to it and see what happens.
Habib, can I assume the intent is for Gadot to emerge victorious after driving, slamming or 'bombing a hapless adversary through the canvas? Or is the brunette powerhouse on the receiving end of similar treatment? Either way, I'll mull some possibilities.
~RF
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Can any one do a fight including Addison rae ?
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After doing a search, I see that Gal appeared in several pieces in the thread, but all of them were either catfights or submission matches, no pro.
Anyone care to take a crack at writing one? ;)
I feel like I did one a while back where Gal puts Emily VanCamp out with a Scissors, then punishes her in the aftermath with a Bear Hug. In my head the setting to that was a pro-style ring, though probably one in an empty gym and not surrounded by screaming fans. All that said, I did catch RED NOTICE a couple weeks back and that's certainly a font of inspiration for the brunette inflicting violence. Time and energy are both in short supply as of late, but I'll put my mind to it and see what happens.
Habib, can I assume the intent is for Gadot to emerge victorious after driving, slamming or 'bombing a hapless adversary through the canvas? Or is the brunette powerhouse on the receiving end of similar treatment? Either way, I'll mull some possibilities.
~RF
Thanks for the reply
I'm a huge fan of Gal Gadot but will prefer her to hang upside down for a tombstone pile-driver and getting finished with a painful submission hold ,quitting and submitting ????
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Thanks for the reply
I'm a huge fan of Gal Gadot but will prefer her to hang upside down for a tombstone pile-driver and getting finished with a painful submission hold ,quitting and submitting ????
Ok, playing against type. I can work with that. The next few days are pretty jammed, but I've already got a good idea of who'll hang the L on Gal. If all goes well I'll have something together within a week.
Have a good one,
~RF
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As per Habib's recent suggestion, the wondrous Walkin' Dude has gone into his kitchen of carnage and whipped up a tasty conflagration between two lovely ladies...
Gal Gadot vs Amanda Righetti
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Savoring the sight of the champion on her hands and knees, Gal made a show of burying both hands in the redhead’s tangled mane before drawing her in to a Standing Headscissors. Amanda groaned and tried to rise, but the challenger simply sent a sharp pulse through her thighs before thwhap-TWHAPPING a pair of mean-spirited Forearm Smashes into the small of her opponent’s back.
“You are strong.” Gadot admitted as she pivoted them both through a quarter circle, one that left Righetti’s vulnerable backside pointed directly at the hard camera. “Sadly you’re not nearly strong enough to defeat me, which means you are no longer worthy of the World Championship.”
The brunette’s tone was sympathetic, but her expression was one of haughty amusement as she ‘walked’ her index and middle fingers down Amanda’s spine toward the waistband of her dark red briefs. “If it’s any consolation, you’re more than qualified for the role of my next victim!”
Righetti growled and tugged hard, but failed in freeing herself from the Scissors. Electing to gouge her fingers into the back of the challenger’s glossy thighs, the Red Menace hissed, “I’m no one’s victim, bitch. Especially not a poseur like yoOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Near incredulous roars of delight from the capacity crowd when Gal filled her hands with the redhead’s togs (making sure to drag her nails across those sturdy glutes in the process) and yanked them deep between the champ’s cheeks with a gaudy, sawing wedgie! Righetti bellowed in pain and rage, not that either sensation provided the necessary strength to escape the Headscissors. Her predicament grew all the more dire when Gadot relinquished the wedgie in favor of a Waistlock that dug her knotted fists into the pit of the redhead’s stomach.
Taking a moment to collect her reserves, Gal fought through her own collection of aches and pains (Amanda had mercilessly targeted her right leg and lower back almost from the opening bell) before dipping down and hoisting Righetti up into a slumped seat on her should--THA-WHAM! The lithesome brunette hurled her burden forward and down, Gal dropping to a comfortable seat on her tush while poor Amanda was planted full force on the canvas-sheathed plywood courtesy the Sit-Out Powerbomb. Maintaining her seat in the wake of that concussive impact, Gadot threaded her calves over Righetti’s biceps and leaned forward into the redhead’s upturned haunches to ensure she stayed down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Righetti didn’t so much kick out as she did slide loose at the last possible second, but regardless of the energy level displayed, she was still the first woman in recent memory to survive the challenger’s Estragon Bomb.
Wide-eyed with disbelief and disgust, Gal scrambled to boot-leather and would’ve given the referee a piece of her mind if she hadn’t noticed the champion slowly battling to all fours. “Delay the inevitable if you must.” Gadot purred as she abruptly made her way to a corner directly behind the oblivious redhead. “It will only make my eventual ascendance all the more satisfying.”
No argument from Righetti or the challenger’s supporters, the latter of which cheered quite uproariously as the towering grappler slipped through the ropes to the apron so she could climb to the top turnbuckle. As of yet unaware of the doom lurking above and behind her, a battle-weary Amanda Righetti wiped a forearm across her brow before the realization of Gadot’s absence hit home. Rounding on one heel in the blink of an eye, Big Rigs got a brief glimpse of Gal leaping into the lights where she seemed to vanish for several endless seconds before plummeting out of the void in a colossal Diving Crossbody that tore Righetti off her feet and SLAMMED her down in the middle of the mat another pin attemNOOOO!
Already in danger of violating local noise ordinances, the sold out crowd at the R’lyeh Club put a few more decibels into their efforts when Amanda rolled through the impact, came to on her knees and clambered to verticality with Gal still strapped tight across her chest!
“You’re talking about ascendance, bitch?” Righetti’s usual arrogance came out full force as she grabbed a handful of brunette buttock and gave it a rough squeeze. “I’m afraid you’re pointed in the wrong direction!” With that she went up on tiptoe and spun Gal a full ninety degrees down so that the challenger’s head was pointed directly at the canvas.
“NO!” Gadot shrieked, her usually icy tone run through with genuine concern. “LET GO OF ME! YOU CAN’T DO THISSWHAAAHH--NNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Amanda, who’d clasped her hands tight against the small of her foe’s back, whipped through a full circle, then shot up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to SPIKE the crown of Gal’s skull against the deck with sickening force! Righetti released a heartbeat later and Gadot slopped to the canvas in a splay-limbed starfish, the challenger transformed from Amazon to accoutrement by the brain-blasting force of the Tombstone Piledriver.
Those assembled to witness the spectacle roared for Amanda to go for a cover of her own, but rather than slide into the Reverse Face Sit that often followed a Tombstone, Righetti swept ‘round into position at her opponent’s feet and quickly took possession of her right ankle. This earned cries of alarm from the challenger’s fans, but no noise from Gadot herself until Amanda dipped her head and draped the long limb across her shoulders with the pit of the brunette’s knee snug against the nape of Righetti’s neck.
Eyelids fluttering, Gal muttered, “Whuuuhhh… what’re you doing? Get the fuck away from Meerrrgggghhhh!”
With her right arm looped over the brunette’s thigh and her left arm securing Gadot’s shin, Big Rigs locked her hands tight and clambered to verticality, a shift that yanked Gal into something resembling an awkward, ugly handstand while her right leg was bent wickedly around her foe’s strong shoulders!
Stretch Muffler, Amanda Righetti to Gal Gadot in the center of the ring.
“GIVE UP!” the champion demanded even as she tried to make the other wrestler’s knee go POP! “RIGHT NOW BITCH, OR I’LL BREAK YOUR LEG!”
“NO!” Gadot’s immediate denial held all her usual fire even though she was currently scrabbling and clawing at the mat in search of any viable purchase. “YOU CAN’T MAKE ME QUIT, SO DON’T WASTE YOUR BREA-NGH! NGH! NGH! RRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Jeers from Gal’s followers when Amanda shifted her position just enough to deliver half a dozen kicks to the brunette’s chest. These were followed with several rounds of boot scraping, Righetti just draaaaaaaaagging the rough sole across her opponent’s cheek over and over again.
“Ask her!” she barked at the referee after resetting her feet. “Little princess looks like she’s about to bawl!”
The official didn’t quite share Amanda’s sentiments, but he still knelt beside the action and muttered, “What do you say, Gal? Do I need to call for the--”
“NEVER!” Gadot lashed out to send the zebra on his way, though there was no denying the growing concern in her voice. “THE TITLE IS MINE! SHE WILL BEND THE KNEE AS SOON AS OOOHHH NOOOOOOO AAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Answering the brunette’s defiance with a brutal show of force, Righetti stood that much straighter, which in turn increased the strain on Gadot’s knee and allowed the champion to step over and sit down, Amanda settling the full weight of her backside atop Gal’s shoulders!
Credit the will of Gal Gadot. Pinned flat on her chest with the Red Menace bearing down with all her strength, she endured that hellish contortion for a full ten seconds before she reached out one hand and slapped out a dispirited surrender.
The bell CLANGED at once and the Announcer wasted no time confirming her victory, yet Righetti made no effort to release the hold. Instead she bounced in her seat, the redhead grinding her glutes against the nape of Gal’s neck as she bellowed, “SAY IT, BITCH! SAY IT LOUD ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE TO HEAR!”
Already shamed by the submission, Gadot ground her teeth and hissed, “Nuuuuhh… no chance in hell. I’ll never give you the satisfactAAAAAAAWWWW I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!”
Righetti broke the hand-clasp to smeck a vile claw against the center of her prey’s gleaming white briefs, then smiled and squeezed a little harder at the sound of Gadot’s piercing wail.
“What was that?”
“I SUBMIT!”
“A little bit louder, please. I don’t think your fans in the back heard--”
“I SAID I SUBMIT YOU BITCH, NOW LET ME GO!” Gal sobbed in a panicked voice that no one in attendance could recall hearing before.
Alas, Amanda did not honor the request. Instead she stopped squeezing and started teasing, the domineering redhead using three fingers to rub the clearly-limned outline of her foe’s womanhood. “Who made you submit?” she taunted.
“Yuuuhhh… you did!” Gal moaned.
“Who?”
“Amanda!”
“Who’s the World Champion?”
“Amanda!”
“And who’s going to sit on your ugly-crying face until you pass out?”
“Aman-what? WaitdontyouMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!”
Righetti finally tossed Gal’s strained leg away and used the resultant surprise to shift the brunette onto her back without giving up the mount. From there it was simply a matter of bracing her boots against the sides of Gadot’s skull so she couldn’t turn away when Big Rigs took her seat.
All smiles as she bounced in place to force the loser's nose a little deeper, Amanda accepted her belt from the glowering official and held it aloft with both hands. At no time during her celebration did she attempt to grind Gal into unconsciousness. Indeed, Righetti took pains to make sure the humbled challenger remained agonizingly awake and aware until she finally got to her feet.
Boots planted on either side of Gadot’s hips, the champ made a point of strapping the belt on backward, allowing Gal one last look at the prize that had eluded her by the slimmest of margins. Skewering her rival’s soul with a smirk delivered over one shoulder, Amanda spun the belt around, polished the faceplate with a forearm, then took her exit so the ring crew could dispose of the pretender masquerading as opposition.
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Awesome stuff, always been a big fan of Gal Gadot,wonder why she doesn't features much in catfight stories ,
Thanks again for writing
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Sweet!
Your Gadot/Righetti work was a wonderful Christmas surprise, Walkin Dude! Amanda and Gal are naturally competitive in my mind - I can definitely see Gal comin' in with all her Wonder Woman swagger, and simply *failing* to get it done against 'Manda's sturdier athleticism! Thanks a lot...
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Awesome stuff, always been a big fan of Gal Gadot,wonder why she doesn't features much in catfight stories ,
Thanks again for writing
First off, you're more than welcome. Glad you enjoyed, it was fun to put together.
With regard to why Gal doesn't show up as often as it seems she might, for me she's so tied to the character of Wonder Woman that she's hard to make matches for. On one end of the scale you fully embrace the WW aura and she's a world beater who can plow through anyone in her path and on the other end of said scale you go the powerless heroine in the grasp of her merciless tormentor route. I tend to prefer more competitive contests even in shorter pieces, so producing names that can credibly stand against her win or lose takes more time and effort. Thankfully Amanda R meets those requirements quite nicely, especially for a heavy hitting pro-style affair. She certainly left an impression on the brunette with this encounter, makes me wonder how Gal will go about seeking a rematch or if she seeks one at all.
Sam, thanks for the kind words, it's always fun to see Righetti tossing her foes around the ring.
And finally, thanks as always to Flash for posting the piece and accompanying pictures, it's much appreciated.
~RF
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Gal should seek a rematch,has to reclaim the WW aura
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Katrina Bowden vs Alexandra Daddario
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Her victory over Shay Mitchell had Katrina Bowden riding extremely high and she put that confidence to the test against another woman who had gotten the better of her before in Alexandra Daddario.
To no one's surprise though the fit and in form Alexandra presented a much more difficult challenge for Katrina as this brunette was not running out of gas and giving Bowden the same kind of easy opportunities that Shay did. But Katrina had a newfound confidence and did not bow down to Alexandra in what turned out to be a back and forth battle that left brown and blonde hair on the floor as well as ripped and tattered clothing everywhere.
Each woman had lost every piece of clothing except for their panties and were now on their knees pressed against one another chest to chest. Arms wrapped around each other's waists and head hanging off the other's shoulders. "Give it up Katrina you're never going to beat me." Alexandra tried to sound confident as she pushed her weight forward against her blonde opponent knowing deep down Bowden knew she had never beaten her before. Katrina though had kept up with Alex so far and was not about to throw this opportunity away as she pushed back mashing her much smaller chest into Daddario's.
Both women struggled for a good minute when Katrina noticed Alexandra's legs begin to shake and the blonde felt like this was her moment. Katrina put everything she had left into pressing forward and into Alexandra until the brunette couldn't keep up any longer and collapsed backwards down to her back with her legs folded under her upper body. Katrina came falling down after her and landed with all her weight on top of Alexandra who had a stunned look on her face as she was uncomfortably pinned to the floor.
"I finally got you!" Katrina stated with a smile as she moved her left forearm across Alexandra's throat and her right fist peppered Daddario's ribs with a few punches to stop the brunette's bucking and wiggling until Alex was too weak to try to get free.
Alexandra's beautiful blue eyes began to well with tears while Katrina sat up and saw Daddario's large chest that had been used on multiple occasions to smother the blonde to unconsciousness. "Revenge is going to be oh so sweet!" With a giant smile on her face Kat slammed both of her open hands down onto Alexandra's large chest which illicited a wild scream from Daddario. Those screams kept getting louder and more high pitched when Katrina's nails dug deep into the soft skin and her hands squeezed tightly with one goal in mind, destroying the orbs that had been used against her in the past.
Daddario's screams became ear piercing as she arched her head and neck backwards with tears streaming down her face. "Let go let go you win!" The brunette shrieked out her pathetic submission fearing the worst for her ample chest. The thought of whether to let go or just keep punishing Alex ran through Katrina's mind while both of her hands stayed rested on Daddario's chest. There was a darker, more sadistic, part of her that was threatening to bubble to the surface as she looked down at the now defeated brunette.
"You can do it, claim some spoils of victory" a demonic voice continuously spoke to Katrina and she kept fighting off her more primal urges. But the urge grew stronger and she was about to snap when Sydney Sweeney came in and pulled Katrina off of her friend Alex. Katrina looked down and saw the still crying Daddario being checked on and a big, almost evil grin came over Katrina's face. She had picked up two consecutive victories over past rivals and was eliminating her lovable loser status in the process. But the questions still remained, "how much longer can Katrina fend off this new darker side? And what exactly would she have in store for her opponent if the side of her ever was unleashed?"
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Britney and Jamie Lynn Spears vs Hilary and Hayley Duff
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“Upsie daisy, Duff,” Jamie Lynn hisses, pulling the topless blonde off the mat and to her feet using a handful of her opponent’s sweaty mop. Hilary lets out a groan as Jamie Lynn picks up the blonde in a crossbody carry and parades her over to her corner, before dropping her in an over the knee backbreaker, as if making an offering Britney, just outside the ropes.
“Work her, baby! Work her!” Britney cheers as Jamie Lynn indeed goes to work first on Duff’s bare nipples, tweaking and twisting the small circles of rubbery flesh.
“Give?” Jamie Lynn asks, but there is no answer. “How about now? Give?” Jamie Lynn asks, switching from the nipple work to a grinding crotch claw. “Come…on….you…little…bitch…give!” Jamie Lynn curses, but Hilary wiggles and pushes herself and then slides off Spears’ knee. Her bare body thumps the mat, and she curle up to protect her tortured groin.
“Tag!” Britney says, sensing Jamie Lynn’s frustration. The younger Spears sister sighs and reaches up and tags in her older sister. As Britney climbs through the ropes, her sister gives a light slap on her tanned ass whispering, “Finish her.”
Britney smiles slyly at her sister as she quickly circles around to face Hillary’s ass she wobbles up from the mat. From across the ring, Haylie screams encouragement to her half naked sister, “Come ON, Hil, you can do it!” Britney silences her with a sideways glance, adding “Shut it, bitch. You’re next.” With that threat, Britney attacks Hilary’s bare breasts, attaching her claw to the blonde’s shapely orbs and digging her nails into the soft undersides of both tits. Hilary wails in agony, wincing and grabbing Britney’s wrists, but the still standing Spears uses her twin grips to force Hilary flat on her back. Spears straddles her, pinning her arms at she sides and shifts her attack to Duff’s perky nipples, pinching and twisting the small ovals viciously.
Even though Britney takes great pride and more than a little pleasure …ok more than a lot of pleasure… in tweaking the blonde’s teats and feeling her powerful little body squirming between her legs, the veteran Spears that there is no way another veteran like Hilary Duff is going to submit to some simple boob clawing and nipple tweaking. To that end, Britney gives both nipples an especially cruel twisting and pulling session, ending with a flourish, almost pulling Hilary’s nips off. The blonde tries to roll over, but Britney keeps the blonde on her back as she climbs to her feet and stands over the older Duff sister. Grabbing one of Hilary’s ankles, she steps through the bent leg into a step over toe hold, kneeling over and crowning the maneuver with a tweak of Hilary’s still throbbing nipple. The blonde moves to protect her already ravaged knockers, pulling both arms across her bare tits, which is exactly where Britney wanted her opponent’s hands, up and out of the way. With another flourish, Britney spins around on Hilary’s leg and applies the figure four leg lock! Duff screeches in tortured agony as her knee and shin are crossed and each bent over the other in a hideously painful submission hold.
Taking the blonde’s ankle in her armpit, Britney expertly rocks back and few times, sending her bare sweaty breasts dancing in the bright arena lights. “AGGGAAAWWD!!” Hilary screams, but Spears only rolls back again and again. Hilary sits up and tries to unlock her legs, but Britney thrusts hips up, wrenching Hilary’s knee and leg again, returning the helpless Duff to her back. Hilary reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, trying to pull herself to the apron, but Britney nods to her bare chested sister, indicating that there is a problem to be addressed.
Jamie Lynn casually crosses around the steel ring post and lifts her boot, and drops it squarely on Hilary’s white knuckle grip on the bottom rope, adding weight slowly.
Momentarily distracted from the exploding pain in her knee, Hilary looks up at the smiling Spears sister and then back at Britney, who is now smiling too. Britney thrusts her hips, lifting her butt off the mat to exponentially increase the pressure on Hilary’s leg, while Jamie Lynn casually adjusts her hair, while grinding her boot on Duff’s damaged digits.
“AWWWFACK! I give….I give,” Hilary looks up to the referee pleading for him to break the leg hold, but knowing there is still at least one more fall in the match, Britney keeps up the pressure on Hilary’s legs, looking to do some longer term damage.
“Break it up Britney!” the ref commands, but after seeing Britney thrust her hips up again, he takes matters into his own hands, literally. Reaching down, he slides his hand into Spears’ bikini bottoms and grabs the brunette’s privates. The hold is instantly broken, but Britney sits up shocked pulling her overmatched bottoms up, “What the fuck, ref!”
“Break the hold next time, or I WILL fuck you,” he replies.
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Britney and Jamie Lynn Spears vs Hilary and Hayley Duff
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“Upsie daisy, Duff,” Jamie Lynn hisses, pulling the topless blonde off the mat and to her feet using a handful of her opponent’s sweaty mop. Hilary lets out a groan as Jamie Lynn picks up the blonde in a crossbody carry and parades her over to her corner, before dropping her in an over the knee backbreaker, as if making an offering Britney, just outside the ropes.
“Work her, baby! Work her!” Britney cheers as Jamie Lynn indeed goes to work first on Duff’s bare nipples, tweaking and twisting the small circles of rubbery flesh.
“Give?” Jamie Lynn asks, but there is no answer. “How about now? Give?” Jamie Lynn asks, switching from the nipple work to a grinding crotch claw. “Come…on….you…little…bitch…give!” Jamie Lynn curses, but Hilary wiggles and pushes herself and then slides off Spears’ knee. Her bare body thumps the mat, and she curle up to protect her tortured groin.
“Tag!” Britney says, sensing Jamie Lynn’s frustration. The younger Spears sister sighs and reaches up and tags in her older sister. As Britney climbs through the ropes, her sister gives a light slap on her tanned ass whispering, “Finish her.”
Britney smiles slyly at her sister as she quickly circles around to face Hillary’s ass she wobbles up from the mat. From across the ring, Haylie screams encouragement to her half naked sister, “Come ON, Hil, you can do it!” Britney silences her with a sideways glance, adding “Shut it, bitch. You’re next.” With that threat, Britney attacks Hilary’s bare breasts, attaching her claw to the blonde’s shapely orbs and digging her nails into the soft undersides of both tits. Hilary wails in agony, wincing and grabbing Britney’s wrists, but the still standing Spears uses her twin grips to force Hilary flat on her back. Spears straddles her, pinning her arms at she sides and shifts her attack to Duff’s perky nipples, pinching and twisting the small ovals viciously.
Even though Britney takes great pride and more than a little pleasure …ok more than a lot of pleasure… in tweaking the blonde’s teats and feeling her powerful little body squirming between her legs, the veteran Spears that there is no way another veteran like Hilary Duff is going to submit to some simple boob clawing and nipple tweaking. To that end, Britney gives both nipples an especially cruel twisting and pulling session, ending with a flourish, almost pulling Hilary’s nips off. The blonde tries to roll over, but Britney keeps the blonde on her back as she climbs to her feet and stands over the older Duff sister. Grabbing one of Hilary’s ankles, she steps through the bent leg into a step over toe hold, kneeling over and crowning the maneuver with a tweak of Hilary’s still throbbing nipple. The blonde moves to protect her already ravaged knockers, pulling both arms across her bare tits, which is exactly where Britney wanted her opponent’s hands, up and out of the way. With another flourish, Britney spins around on Hilary’s leg and applies the figure four leg lock! Duff screeches in tortured agony as her knee and shin are crossed and each bent over the other in a hideously painful submission hold.
Taking the blonde’s ankle in her armpit, Britney expertly rocks back and few times, sending her bare sweaty breasts dancing in the bright arena lights. “AGGGAAAWWD!!” Hilary screams, but Spears only rolls back again and again. Hilary sits up and tries to unlock her legs, but Britney thrusts hips up, wrenching Hilary’s knee and leg again, returning the helpless Duff to her back. Hilary reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, trying to pull herself to the apron, but Britney nods to her bare chested sister, indicating that there is a problem to be addressed.
Jamie Lynn casually crosses around the steel ring post and lifts her boot, and drops it squarely on Hilary’s white knuckle grip on the bottom rope, adding weight slowly.
Momentarily distracted from the exploding pain in her knee, Hilary looks up at the smiling Spears sister and then back at Britney, who is now smiling too. Britney thrusts her hips, lifting her butt off the mat to exponentially increase the pressure on Hilary’s leg, while Jamie Lynn casually adjusts her hair, while grinding her boot on Duff’s damaged digits.
“AWWWFACK! I give….I give,” Hilary looks up to the referee pleading for him to break the leg hold, but knowing there is still at least one more fall in the match, Britney keeps up the pressure on Hilary’s legs, looking to do some longer term damage.
“Break it up Britney!” the ref commands, but after seeing Britney thrust her hips up again, he takes matters into his own hands, literally. Reaching down, he slides his hand into Spears’ bikini bottoms and grabs the brunette’s privates. The hold is instantly broken, but Britney sits up shocked pulling her overmatched bottoms up, “What the fuck, ref!”
“Break the hold next time, or I WILL fuck you,” he replies.
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Holy crap, the legend returns!!! :-)
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Are you referring to yourself, Alyadmirer? :)
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BB4 is back! Great to see it...
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Britney and Jamie Lynn Spears vs Hilary and Hayley Duff
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Britney!
bbb4!
Legends reunited!
Nice to see you back writing after so many years, bbb4!
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Haylie drags the nearly naked Britney into the corner, slamming her chest first into the unforgiving corner with a muffled “Buuuf!” Hilary grabs Britney’s arms, and drapes them over the top rope, holding Britney there in the corner, completely defenseless.
Haylie dusts off her hands, as though getting ready to go to work. First, she grabs the back of Britney’s bikini briefs and wedges her, yanking Britney’s bottoms up her bottom, before bending over and delivering several debilitating shoulder blocks to Spears’ unprotected lower back. Britney grunts in agony with each shot. Standing up, the seemingly satisfied Haylie then places a well aimed kidney shot, leaning all her weight into it, buckling Britney’s knees. Exhausted and beaten, Spears slumps in the corner. Haylie reaches up and tags in her sister, whispering, “Finish her.” as she clears the ropes.
Haylie and Hilary switch places in the ring, allowing time for the drained Spears to turn and face the ring, just in time to catch a knee lift in the gut from Hilary. Before she can collapse to the mat, Haylie reaches under the top ropes and goes up and under, grabbing both of Spears gorgeous tits from behind. Hilary smiles as her younger sister goes back to work, first mauling the underside of Spears’ knockers, but then moving on to attack her nipples. Spears tries in vain to cover up, Haylie’s grip on her teats is unbreakable.
“REF! Double team!” Jamie Lynn screams, but the ref is deaf to her cries.
Hilary says, “As much as I’d love to watch you tug her teats all night, we have a match to win, and she ain’t giving up. Taking her sister’s cue, Haylie nipple rips Spears and pushes her stumbling into the ring, where she falls face first onto the mat.
Still completely wedged, Spears groans and tries to roll her sweat glazed body over, grabbing for her tortured tits. Sliding across the rough, dirty canvas had done a number on her tender globes, even after Haylie’s professional grade workout of her teats.
“No, you don’t,” Hilary spat, delivering a wicked stomp to Britney’s aching lower back.
Duff straddles the Spears lower back, facing her opponent’s feet and grabs Britney’s ankles, tucking them into her armpits. She polishes it off, interlocking her hands, executing a perfect Boston Crab. Hilary leans back, listening with glee as Britney groans and moans. She settles down on Britney’s back, letting her bare rump just lightly kiss Spears’ back and butt. “GIVE!” Duff screams. Hilary adjusts her devastating hold, switching to a half crab. Britney sighs in relief as one of her legs is released, but she quickly regrets it as Duff’s middle and index finger slip into the side door of her briefs, the leg hole of her bottoms. “MMMM…lookie what I found,” Duff mutters as she begins to gently and deliberately slow fuck Spears. “Give and I’ll stop,” Duff hisses. “OK….I quit,” Britney mewls.
“Ohhh…I lied,” Duff adds with a giggle, calculatingly bringing Britney from a simmer to a full boil, and then letting the pot boil over.
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Thank you all for the kind words... I can't believe any of you still even remember me...
bbb4
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Haha I started reading BB4 in highschool
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“Tag!” Hilary called out. “Tag!” Haylie turned to her sister in the corner, making sure to keep Britney corralled in the front facelock, and lifted her hand. The two topless Duffs slap hands and Hilary bends over and crosses through the ropes, wincing as she puts weight on her injured leg. Haylie holds Britney open, leaving her ribs and boobs exposed, “Give her one, Hil!”Haylie screams over the raucous crowd. Hilary takes careful aim and delivers a vicious hip check to Britney’s defenseless upper body, sending her sprawling to the mat. Looking at the devastated Spears lying on the mat, Haylie says, “Wow…Mikey taught you a little thing or two about hip checking.”
She appreciatively watches the fish eyed Spears roll on the mat, her arms folder over her damaged chest. Haylie adds, “She’s a fucking mess. I worked her over pretty good.” Haylie turns back to the corner, but as their naked bodies brush against each other, Haylie wraps her hand around Hilary’s waist and pulls her close. Waiting just a second, she whispers in Hilary’s ear, “Finish her.” Hilary smiles and nods, but as she is about to pull away, Haylie reaches down and playfully tugs at the knot on the hip of Hilary’s string bikini. The knot comes undone after a few more tugs. Hailey winks at her sister and adds…“bareback.”
“Bareback? What do you…. Oh… BAREBACK.” Hilary asks, with a hint of trepidation. Haylie completes the job, and pulls the knot out of Hilary’s bikini, letting one side of the maroon mini drop. Adding a wickedly sly smile, Haylie adds, “You got this. Finish her.”
“Bareback….” Hilary mutters to herself, wondering if she should retie her trunks or go all in. Britney stirs at her feet, rolling over and crawling onto all fours, but as if delaying the decision, Hilary kicks her back over on her side and then her back, spread eagle. As Britney lies at her feet, struggling to regain her senses, Hilary hears, “Come on sis…Finish her,” and her decision is made. Hilary reaches down and undoes the other bikini string, taking her damp bottoms off and kneeling down at Britney’s head.
Duff reaches down and punches Britney just above her muff, in the pudge between her lawn and her belly button. Britney gasps in pain as Duff gives her as econd and third shot. With her mouth wide open, gasping for air, Duff shoves her dank bikini bottoms into Spears mouth, tamping it down into her opponent’s maw a few times, smiling with self satisfaction.
“Brit, last time I saw a mouth like that, it had a hook in it,” Duff opines.
Unable to watch her sister take a facefull of Hilary’s bare ass and snatch, Jamie Lynn climbs through the ropes, intent on breaking things up, but Haylie has much less distance to cover and clotheslines Jamie Lynn in the center of the ring. She stands Jamie Lynn up and applies an abdominal stretch, more to corral the younger Spears than harm her.… and make her watch as her older sister is finished. Even as Jamie Lynn squirms and struggles in Haylie’s abdominal stretch, Hilary gently lowers herself onto Britney’s face. Spears turns her head, but Duff is having none of it and grabs her hair, centering Britney’s nose on the crack of her ass as she gently makes landfall.
“ohhhmmmgawd…” Hilary slurs as she touches down on Britney’s mug. The struggling singer squirms and wriggles trying to free herself as she is sealed off from the outside world by Duff’s perfect, bare ass and womanhood. Hilary first helps herself to both of Britney’s tall teats, sloshing back and forth as she scraps and thrashes. “Moohhhyeah,” Duff groans, throwing her head back as Britney’s shifts, motion and desperate flailing gives Hilary a tingling rush.
“I got your conservatorship right here, bitch.”
Holding Jamie Lynn captive, Haylie eggs her sister on, “That’s right, Hil! Give it to her!” Hilary starts to grind her womanhood into Britney’s face, slowly and purposefully sliding back and forth in short, powerful thrusts, before settling into a small circular pattern. As Hilary starts to warm up, she slides a finger down between herself and Britney’s face, giving herself an assist before erupting into a volcanic orgasm.
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Haha I started reading BB4 in highschool
And now you're reading him in the retirement home! How cool is that? :-)
(I kid, I kid...)
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Hollywood Wrestling Alliance
Kaley Cuoco vs Candice Patton
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Kaley grunted as the elbow cracked against her jaw, momentarily stunning her and forcing the blonde to release the Hammerlock she had on her opponent. Candice wasted not a moment's time as she whirled around and smashed the palm of her hand into the left temple of the blonde.
Now Cuoco reeled in a daze, turning away from Patton as she shook her head to try and clear some of the sudden fog that filled her skull. Candice suddenly leapt up onto her adversary's back, wrapping her legs around Kaley's waist while locking her arms around the blonde's head for a Sleeper Hold.
Hands clutching at the arms tightening around her head, Cuoco took two steps forward, but then her legs buckled and she dropped face first to the mat. Patton kept her Sleeper in place, but now unwrapped her legs from her rival's waist and used them to Grapevine Kaley's own gams to help hold her down.
Pinned beneath her tormentor, her senses reeling as the hold inhibited the blood flow to her brain, Cuoco began to desperately clutch at the canvas with her fingers, trying to drag herself to the ropes, which if she can only grab, the referee will force the hold to be released.
Slowly, inch by inch, Kaley dragged herself across the mat, until the bottom rope was tantalizingly close. The blonde threw out her left arm as far as she could extend it, the tips of her fingers narrowly brushing the cable. But be it an inch or a yard, if the wrestler failed to reach it, the referee would not come to her relief.
Suddenly Kaley gave a choked sob and her arm dropped to the mat. The ref raised it once...twice...thrice...and each time it flopped limply down. It was then that the bell was called for, and the match was officially over.
Seeing one of the ringside cameras right in front of them Patton, still laying atop her foe's now unmoving body, released her hold and grabbed her beaten rival by her disheveled golden mane, tilting Cuoco's head up so that her face could be seen fully by the lens, displaying her half-closed and glazed eyes, her half-open slackjawed mouth, and the trickle of drool from the corner of her lips. Smiling with supreme satisfaction, Candice cooed to the camera, "That's right, take a look...this is what happens when the better woman wins!"
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Kristin Kreuk
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Kristin scrambled on her hands and knees to the ropes, wrapping her arms around the middle cable for refuge. The referee instantly ordered Sarah to get back, which frustrated the blonde to no end, as she was in the midst of an offensive assault that, she was confident, would finish off her rival soon enough.
As Gellar argued with the ref to make the brunette release the ropes and resume the match, Kreuk deftly reached down into the cleavage of her suit, where she had sewn a small pocket. When she pulled her fingers out, they were clutching a small metal cylinder, three inches long and 3/4 of an inch thick. She wrapped her right hand around it as she balled her fist, holding it tight within her grasp.
Her patience exhausted, the blonde now elbowed the ref aside and grabbed Kristin by the hair to haul her away from the ropes. But suddenly the dark-haired battler spun around, swinging her right arm. Her fist slamming into Sarah's chest, just left of center and above her breast.
In ordinary circumstances, Kreuk's "Heartbreaker" heart punch could be devastatingly effective. But now, bolstered by the makeshift 'brass knuckles' in her hand, it hit with the force of a sledgehammer! Gellar let out a sharp yelp and then a low moan as she staggered backward, her eyes suddenly glazed. She didn't collapse to the mat, but she was clearly stunned by the blow.
Another punch or two, and the blonde would be wiped out and finished. But Kristin wasn't about to let her hated nemesis off of the hook so easily. Standing up, she took Sarah by the arm and led her stumbling to the center of the ring. There, standing alongside Gellar, Kreuk threw her left arm behind her opponent's back to help hold her up. They faced that side of the arena, a wide smile on Kristin's face that bespoke the glee she was feeling at this moment. A few moments later, she swung her right fist around and smashed another heart punch to Sarah's chest...not a full-force blow, but just enough to keep her reeling.
Kreuk then turned the pair to position them faced the next side of the arena, and it became obvious that she was going to subject this punishment on Gellar enough times for every SMG fan in the stadium to be made to witness it with their own eyes. The brunette waited until Sarah began to recover from her stupor, but then she unleashed yet another punch. The blonde's legs trembled, but with her tormentor holding her up, she could not fall to the canvas.
Once again, Kristin turned the two of them to face the next side of the audience, and once again, just as the blonde was gathering her wits, another heart punch rendered her dazed.
By now, the cascade of boos from the fans was deafening, but Kreuk kept on smiling as if she were beloved by all. She held Sarah up next to her, the blonde's head lolling side to side, her eyes glassy and unfocused, a tear trickling down her right cheek. Already the flesh where the blows had repeatedly struck was purpling into an angry bruise.
The brunette threw one more punch, this time with as much force as she could muster, even as she released her hold on Sarah. The impact from the strike lifted Gellar up off of her feet and sent her sailing backward, until she dropped with a heavy thud to the mat and lay there, starfished and senseless.
Expertly tucking her illegal weapon down between her breasts again, Kristen casually dropped to her knees and casually laid her body across that of Sarah, not even bothering to hook a leg as the referee counted to three and called for the bell.
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What else can be said, my friend, except that was fabulous! ;D
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Really a masterpiece, totally exciting. Love it.
Ir would be wonderfull to read a rematch or a part II, Many thanks.
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... it would be wonderfull to read a rematch or a part II, Many thanks.
I agree! Rematch or Pt 2. (Why not post Part 2....then use that result to justify a REMATCH? You can satisfy TWICE as many readers that way.
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We're going to count down to the New Year with three fantastic Walkin' Dude tales, one each day! Let's ring out the old year and welcome the new the right way...with amazing celeb combat! ;)
Taylor Swift vs Zendaya Coleman
"Good Girls Don't Draw"
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The match was labeled a Leg Battle the instant it was announced.
Of course it was. Taylor Swift versus Zendaya was always going to be a Leg Battle, but the promoters made damned sure everyone knew it by referring to the impending contest as A Showdown Among Superlative Stems, A Gammy Gauntlet for the Ages and other similarly breathless hyperbole in the initial press release. This admittedly narrow focus earned the ire of Swifties and Zen-diehards alike but no one in the femfight press, be it digital or print, ever once apologized for their presentation due to one undeniable fact. Marquee Match-Up though it was (they’d never shared a ring before) there simply wasn’t the usual interest among casual fans because, well, both fighters were just too damned nice.
Oh, Swift had nerves of steel and shown occasional flashes of savagery, but these displays were almost exclusively limited to her blood feud with Kendall Jenner and a couple matches with Karen Gillan. As for Zendaya, she was featured much less prominently in MCU press material than the likes of Scarlett Johansson, Brie Larson and even Hailee Steinfeld not because her record wasn’t impressive (she possessed the second best win-loss record in the Marvel stable for 2021) but because she’d yet to establish a genuine feud with any of her adversaries.
In truth, Swift v. Coleman was a match-up between good girls and in the words of one reporter who wished to remain anonymous, “No one gives a shit about two good girls wrestling. Hell, neither of them has said so much as an unkind word about the other. Knowing them they’ll wrestle for thirty minutes, never go for a single submission, then shake hands and hug when the time runs out. F*cking boring, man.”
What actually transpired goes to show why such observations should always be taken with a grain of salt. Because come Fight Night this nameless prognosticator was wrong on all counts. Taylor and Zendaya wrestled for thirty-seven minutes, the number of submission attempts was well over two dozen and there were certainly no handshakes or hugs in the aftermath.
It did start with a handshake, however viewers immediately noted that both wrestlers seemed antsy and listless during the brief exchange. Perfunctory though it was, that handshake turned out to be the most civil moment of the whole bout as things grew much less so the moment they locked up. Swift took control of their first clench with a Headlock she quickly converted into a Takedown to bring her younger foe to the canvas. Zendaya answered with a Headscissors that earned a loud cheer from her fans and claws from Swift, the blonde raking her nails down Coleman’s thigh to break the hold.
Second clench was a mirror of the first, with Zendaya landing the Headlock Takedown only to taste Swift’s Scissors in return. Taylor must’ve expected a similar response because she grabbed one of the brunette’s wrists, then let out a surprised shriek when Zendaya chomped down on her thigh! This broke the Scissors and brought both ladies to their feet for a nose to nose shouting match that quickly broke down into shoves, slaps and an aggressive Single Leg Takedown, Swift to Coleman.
To fully describe the next forty minutes is outside the scope of these notes, all you really need to know is that Taylor focused her ire on the brunette’s knees whereas Zendaya’s attention honed in on her blonde’s thighs. Holds included Boston Crabs, Half Crabs, STF’s, Figure Four Leglocks, Muta Locks, Deathlocks both Indian, Scorpion and from many other environs. Then there were Wishbones, Hammy Clamps, Romero Stomps, Calf Slicers, the seldom seen Iron Lotus and yes, even plain old Stamps and Elbow Drops to calves, knees, thighs and buttocks.
The first-time opponents didn’t wrestle like good girls. They wrestled like girls with a longstanding grudge.
Control was mercurial to say the least and both grapplers seemed on the verge of victory a handful of times. A Figure Eight, Swift to Coleman had the Zen-diehards roaring ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ while their heroine stifled sobs by biting down on the inside of her right elbow-pad. But only moments later the tables were turned and it was the Swifties pleading for their Queen to hang on while Zendaya tortured her inner thighs with the Iron Lotus.
When the end did come, it was as abrupt, aggressive and yes, mean-spirited as the thirty-six minutes that preceded it. Both women were down on all fours, having just started to recover from an exchange of Big Boots that’d left them looking up at the lights for the better part of the official’s standing ten count. A bit closer to the ropes than her new rival, Swift crawled in that direction presumably to regain her feet. Alas she hadn’t counted on Coleman giving chase or rather, throwing herself atop the blonde’s lower back.
Tummy snug against Swift’s right hip, the brunette threaded her right arm around the inside of Taylor’s left thigh and grabbed hold of her own right wrist to bolster the grip that hand had just secured on Swift’s calf. With those hooks sank deep, Zendaya tumbled onto her back and deftly threaded her own legs around Taylor’s right shin to craaaaaaank that stem in one direction while she pulled the blonde’s left leg as hard as she could.
Swift shrieked to shake the rafters, both hands flying to her hair before departing in a valiant but ultimately doomed effort to cover the center of her spangly gold trunks. The response of the respective fan bases was as deafening as it was divided, with the mingled roars of concern and triumph soon giving way to a two part chant of ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ and ‘TAP OUT TAY-TAY!’
Zendaya was shouting something herself and while the noise drowned out the actual audio, careful lip reading suggested it was something along the lines of ‘Submit, goddamn you! Tap out you bitch!’
But Swift did not, whether through the combined efforts of her fans or the previously mentioned iron reserves, the blonde braced both elbows on the mat and proceeded to drag their combined weight in the direction of the ropes. She was perhaps six inches from sanctuary when Zendaya freed her left hand and began pounding Hammer Fists into her opponent’s crotch!
Taylor howled and tried to cover up, but Coleman had already switched over to a splay-fingered claw grip. Swift held on for another ten seconds or so only to nod furiously when the pain threatened to overwhelm everything else. The bell sounded at once and Zendaya broke the hold just as quickly, though her hopes for a traditional victory celebration were dashed when she tried to rise and both knees gave out. Crumpling to all fours beside the exhausted blonde, Zendaya grabbed a handful of hair, lifted Swift’s noggin off the canvas and stuck an index finger in her face to deliver some hissed warning and a sharp slap to Taylor’s mouth.
In terms of piling on it was really quite mild but the Swifties would’ve rioted if Tay’s team hadn’t cradled her to safety before Coleman could deliver any more punishment. In the aftermath neither wrestler could or would offer any concrete explanation as to why their blood went bad as quickly and emphatically as it did, instead noting they’d ‘Let the ring reveal the truth.’
Now, with the rematch only hours away, all eyes are locked on the squared circle and what might come to light within its confines.
And no one’s said a word about being bored.
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The second match from The Walkin' Dude, as we count down to the end of 2021 with style!
Vanessa Hudgens vs Keira Knightley
"Not Like This"
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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Vanessa did the dominating. The posing. The preening.
Celebrity Ring Online had recently dubbed her Instagram feed ‘A veritable catalogue of victory
poses’, while BRUNETTE! noted ‘Flyweight fans, Hudgens’ Tik-Tok is the best guilty pleasure out
there when you just NEED to see your favorite fighter slapped, smothered, covered or stripped. Even
BLONDE! had grudgingly admitted, ‘If you absolutely must follow a brunette on social media, make it
Vanessa Hudgens’.
She was a winner. She WON.
And when she did occasionally lose, there was so little left of the winner that she could celebrate
with no more than a raised hand or an exhausted nod.
No, it wasn’t supposed to be like this at all. She was supposed to be strutting for the cameras while
everyone drank in her opponent’s humiliation.
Yet here she was, curled up in a near fetal ball on the spotlighted warmed canvas, drenched in
sweat and unable to do anything about the massive wedgie that’d reduced her gleaming white briefs by a
good two-thirds because both arms were strapped tight across the battered, aching expanse of her
midsection. It was supposed to be HER NAME echoing in the rafters when the end came, her opponent
sobbing a dispirited ‘Nononononononono!’ at the sound of wrestling boots padding in her direction.
Vanessa Hudgens punished. She did not plead... until the blonde reached down and filled one
hand with her dark, damp hair.
“No! No Keira, stop!” the brunette barely recognized her own voice as Knightley doubled down
on the hair-hold and hauled Hudgens to a sullen verticality.
“Stop? Why would I stop?” Keira’s voice was carefree and airy, utterly at odds with the pitiless
sadism she’d demonstrated since the opening bell. “You didn’t submit while I was greeting my fans, did
you?”
“Show-off bitch!” ‘Nessa grunted as the Englishwoman abruptly yanked her head from side to
side. “You’re gonna wish you’d never OOOOFFFHHH!”
Sidled in on Hudgens’ right, Keira pumped a Kneelift into the brunette’s belly to cut out the sass,
then hooked her left arm around Vanessa’s right bicep to pull that arm backward in an oddly applied sort
of Chickenwing. In the next instant she hunkered down, pressed her right shoulder into the curve of
Vanessa’s butt and hooked her right arm around the other wrestler’s right shin. These humble
preparations earned a boisterous roar from the small, but sold out crowd when Knightley straightened up
and muscled Vanessa across her shoulders with seemingly no effort whatsoever!
LA REINERA:
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“OOOOOHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!” Hudgens wailed in agony as Keira set out on a sprightly
circuit of the squared circle, one she paused every several steps to either jostle her jiggling victim or to
puuuuuuull down on Hudgens’ captured right arm and bundled legs. Pleased to find her foe holding
on after one full lap, Knightley made her way to the middle of the ring, then dipped into a deep squat that
only exacerbated the pain on Vanessa’s aching back!
“I’m not one for gym selfies or sharing workout secrets,” Keira noted even as she turned in a half
circle to better show Hudgens to the other side of the ring during her next squat, “but something tells me
this could garner some pretty serious interest. Don’t you agree?”
“Fuck you!” ‘Nessa had hoped to sound defiant but all she heard was seething petulance. “Yuuhhh... you
got lucky, that’s all!”
“Lucky? But I haven’t won yet...have I?”
The sly confidence in Knightley’s voice made Vanessa’s blood run cold. “Hell no! You’re not
gonna win a goddamned thingGAAAAHHHHH OOOOOOOOOHHHHH STAAAAAAAAHHHP!” But
Keira, who had begun to spin around in a tight, nauseating circle, did no such thing. Instead she
maintained her revolting rotations for almost fifteen seconds before Hudgens finally bawled, “STOPPIT!
STOPPIT! STOPPIT! I SUBMIT!”
Knightley slowed to a halt at the sound of the bell, though she made no effort to relinquish the
hold. “I must say, that was a bit disappointing. All that yammering in the press conference suggested
you’d be made of sterner stuff.” the blonde sniffed. “I suppose you’d like me to put you down?”
“Yuuuuuhhh.... yes.” Vanessa gurgled. “It’s over. You win.”
“I see. And what are you willing to trade for your freedom?”
“Whuuuu...what? Nothing, just let me go!”
“Oh no, you were far too rude beforehand to enjoy such civility now. I ask again, sweet Nessa,
what do you offer in trade?”
Vanessa swallowed a lump in her throat roughly the size of a boulder. “What... what do you
want?”
“Clever girl. Hmmmmmhhhh... I do believe I’d like to see you crawl from this ring on all fours.
Does that sound fair?”
“Fuck no, I’ll never do it!”
“Well, I could always place you over my knee and get to spanking. Lucy Hale shamed you in such
a fashion once, if I’m not mistaken. Had the audience count up over a hundred by the time she was
finished, I wonder if my shoulder’s strong enough to reach two hundred? I wonder if your pert little arse
is strong enough to--”
“I’LL CRAWL!” Hudgens blubbered, the nightmare scenario of another prolonged paddling too
much to bear. “I’LL CRAWL, KIERA! JUST DON’T SPANK ME!”
“I appreciate the sincerity, but I believe I’ve changed my mind.”
Knightley dipped forward and slung Hudgens off her shoulders, leaving the brunette to hit the mat
with a heavy THUD. Just like that she stepped over and sat down, Keira settling into a prim seat on
Vanessa’s chest that saw the point of the loser’s chin pressed to the fork of her crotch. Thighs snug
against Hudgens’ cheeks, Knightley tapped the tip of her foe’s nose with an index finger and said, “You
want your freedom, little loudmouth? All you have to do is meet my gaze for ten seconds.” Vanessa’s
face crumpled in humiliation, but she nodded once. “Very good! Eyes on me now! One... two... three...
four...”
Vanessa sobbed and looked away, the confidence in Keira’s dark eyes was like sandpaper across
her soul. She had just long enough to mumble “Please,” and then Knightley buried both hands in her hair
and forced the brunette’s bleary face into the center of her simple black briefs.
Stoic and sly for the previous twenty minutes, Keira broke into a loud, girlish laugh as she
scrubbed ‘Nessa into a sobbing unconsciousness. “And here I thought you could wrestle!” the blonde
giggled. “Turns out you’re really only good for tawdry post-bell amusements! Still, it’s nice that you can
play to your strengths.” Pushing to one knee several seconds after she was sated and Hudgens consigned
to the defeated dark, Keira made like she might relieve the brunette of her top only to take ‘Nessa’s belly-
button stud instead.
Once she was on her feet she held it up to the lights like a prospector inspecting a rare gem. “Yes,
this will do quite nicely, I believe. And if Vanessa ever wants to reclaim it,” the blonde nudged her foe’s
face to one side with the toe of one boot, then set her sole atop that slumbering cheek, “she’s more than
welcome to try.”
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Hudgens/Knightley's a special New Year's Eve treat! Love the descriptions of Vanessa's psychological plight!
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Happy New Year to All!
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As Midnight approaches, here is the third and final match from our very own Baby New Year, The Walkin' Dude. Enjoy!
Neve Campbell vs Katharine McPhee
"Tucked in for the Night"
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Kat was strong.
Neve couldn’t deny it, McPhee knew how to apply a Bodyscissors in conjunction with a Full
Nelson, especially when Campbell was seated on the edge of the California King bed that served as
tonight’s battleground. Grimacing as Kat straightened her legs while sending another strong constriction
through her thighs, the veteran wriggled her arms in the hope of snatching a handful of her attacker’s long
ha--“Rrrrrggggggghhhhhh!” Campbell snarled in quiet pain when McPhee answered with a sharp hair
pull of her own.
“What’s the matter hon, getting frustrated?” Kat giggled as she used the double fistful of dark
locks to force Neve’s chin a little deeper into the top of her own décolletage. “Want me to drag you back
to the middle of the bed? Maybe you’ll do better th--”
Now it was McPhee’s turn to growl as Campbell finally caught hold of the younger woman’s hair.
“I’m fine right here, cupcake.” Neve huffed as she tried to liberate a small patch of Kat’s scalp. “But if
you can’t work a Scissors while dealing with a hair pull I can throw you off and we’ll reset in the middle
of the beGGRRRHHHHHH!”
McPhee halved the Nelson so she could reach around for a big, gaudy handful of Neve’s left
breast! “Who do you think you’re talking to, huh?” Kat hissed in Campbell’s ear even as she worked that
orb like a stress-ball. “You think I’m Nat Lind, mouth writing checks my ass can’t cash? Don’t think so,
cougar. I don’t lose on the bed, I use girls up, then tuck ‘em in for the night.” She paused long enough to
switch over to Neve’s right breast. “Even when they’re tired old girls like you.”
Campbell bared her teeth, pulled Kat’s hair a little harder and set her feet against the carpet in
anticipation of what came next. “Keep running your mouth, jiggles. We’ll see who’s up past her
bedtime.”
Neve was strong.
Kat couldn’t deny it, not when the older wrestler was stretched out atop her chest in a perfect
tummy-on-tits Crossbody. McPhee’s right arm was currently caught between the Canadian’s thighs,
which meant she could only swat and occasionally rake Neve’s bunched glutes. Her left hand was
similarly secured in a double Wristlock, that whole arm drawn away from her torso so that the curvy
powerhouse was stretched out in ‘T’ shape with Campbell’s strong, pale bod serving as a reinforced
crossbar. Huffing under Neve’s oppressive weight, Kat set her feet against the comforter and pushed up
hard, but the resulting bridge wasn’t high enough under Campbell to do more than rock her in place.
Neve saw the frustration on Kat’s face and she smiled. “What was that, you trying to get out?
Afraid you’ll have to do better than that, big girl.” She emphasized this point by rising up, then thumping
down against McPhee’s chest in a miniature Splash.
“I wouldn’t talk so much if I were you, old woman.” Kat growled. “You’re gonna need all the air
you can manage when I’ve got you huffing and puffing against my juggSSSSEEERRRRHHHHHH,
BITCH!”
Campbell pulled her right hand away from wrist-control duty and reached beneath her own tummy
to help herself to a huge handful of McPhee’s left tit.
“These juggs right here?” Neve was all smiles as Kat beat her heels against the comforter.
“They’re not going to do anything but collect scratches, honey. See?” She squeezed harder and turned her
wrist, looking for all the world like a woman trying to prize the lid from a particularly stubborn jar.
“BITCH!” Kat’s furious shout echoed off the walls of the cavernous master bedroom. “I’M
GONNA JUG YOU RIGHT THE FUCK OUT!”
Kat was strong.
Neve couldn’t deny it. Before the match she would’ve bet good money on McPhee tapping out to
her Headscissors in ninety seconds, but she’d squeezing the other woman’s skull for at least three minutes
and she was still fighting. Campbell might’ve been able to speed the big brunette’s surrender if she turned
her over, but Neve would have to loosen the Scissors to do so and she didn’t want to risk McPhee sliding
free. So instead she tightened her grip on Kat’s wrists and pulled up on the double Hammerlock to keep
the other fighter’s hands trapped between her shoulders. In the same breath she went up on tiptoe and
dropped down once, twice, three times, each truncated impact thumping her glutes into the back of
McPhee’s skull.
Kat groaned. then wriggled from side to side, but the combination of Standing Headscissors and
Hammerlocks meant she remained facedown with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. “Hey, can
you see my heels down there?” Campbell asked as she poured on the pressure. “I know I wore them in,
but I can’t remember if I kicked them under the bed before I started kicking your ass.”
“Cuuuuuhhhh.... can you safely wear heels at your age, old woman?” Kat grunted. “I thought
someone like you would prefer a nice orthopedic NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!
OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!”
Neve shifted both of McPhee’s wrists to her left hand so she could curve the right into a paddle
and swat the hell out of her opponent’s squirming buttocks! “I know you’re just cranky because you’re
getting tired.” Campbell noted over the crisp SPANK of palm on glute. “Still, that doesn’t mean I’ll
tolerate any disrespect.”
“Oh, just stick it up your assSAAAAARRRRGGGHH YOU MEAN BITCH!”
Neve stopped slapping and started scraping, the Canadian legend dragging her nails over Kat’s
cheeks, then her flanks and back to her cheeks again.
“Ready to go to bed then, Kat? I can tuck you in whenever you’d like.”
Neve was strong.
Kat was on top, but she wasn’t in control, not by a long shot.
Staring up into the tasteful overhead lights that illuminated the master bedroom, Kat couldn’t do
much more than rock in place as Campbell punished her with a combination Full Nelson and Double Leg
Grapevine. Shins snug against the younger brunette’s calves, Neve stretched her foe’s legs that much
wider while simultaneously thrusting her hips against Kat’s glutes to add even more strain to her inner
thighs.
“What were you telling me earlier?” Neve used a double handful of hair to wrench McPhee’s head
from side to side. “You don’t lose on the bed? I’m not sure how to break this to you, but--”
“Shut up!” Kat rasped. She fought to raise her own hips in hopes of slamming a Butt Bomb into
Campbell’s tummy, but the veteran mirrored her movements, then wrenched the Grapevine even wider to
put those thoughts from McPhee’s mind.
“Let go!” Kat whined. “Let go and I’ll smother you face to faceHHHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
Neve actually did release the other brunette, albeit only the Full Nelson and only to reach under
Kat’s arms so she could ‘smeck’ those greedy hands down on McPhee’s jostling juggs!
“We’re cheek to cheek, isn’t that close enough?” Neve nuzzled close and continued to knead
while Kat tried to pull those clutching hands away. “It’s not my fault you can’t smother me even when
you’re on top.”
“JUST WAIT!” McPhee couldn’t keep the desperation from her voice as the combination of leg-
exhaustion and jugg domination brought her to the brink of panic. “I’LL RACK YOU INTO
RETIREMENT, NEVE! TITTY SLAP TKO, HAG! YOU’LL DISAPPEAR UNDER MY
OOOOOOOHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAWD!”
Campbell switched from Grapevine to Bodyscissors in the blink of an eye to squeeeeeeeeeeeze
Kat’s waist while continuing to mug and maul her chest.
“The only thing disappearing tonight is this bawdy, tuff girl act of yours.” Neve hissed as she put
some serious strain on McPhee’s sturdy midnight blue fightin’ bra. “Now are you going to submit? Or are
you going to sleep?”
Kat was finished.
Neve knew it, even though she hadn’t tapped out.
The veteran was settled on her left side, both arms around Kat’s waist, her tummy snug against
McPhee’s broad back and both legs threaded oh so tight around the younger wrestler’s skull. As for Kat,
she was sprawled on her right side, that hand halfheartedly pulling at the arms coiled around her gut while
the left fitfully swatted Neve’s right thigh. Her legs didn’t do much of anything save for some exhausted,
semi-aware bicycling that occasionally sped up when the Canadian gouged the point of her chin into one
vulnerable buttock.
Resting her left cheek atop the other brunette’s right thigh, Neve straightened her legs so she could
compress Kat’s head while also inspecting the digital thermostat by the door. “Thermostat says it’s
seventy-two in here tuff girl, but your bra and panties are soaked through with quit sweat. I think it’s time
you went to bed.”
“Nuuuuuhhh... noooo!” Kat’s voice was equal parts plaintive and muffled by the crushing
presence of Neve’s thighs. She wriggled her hips, then cried out in boozy outrage when Campbell leaned
down and playfully nipped one buttock!
“No?” Neve sounded politely incredulous. “But there’s nothing left for us to do! Unless...should I
work over your rack, sleepy girl?”
The vet loosened the Waistlock, lifted her hands to McPhee’s gurls and began to punish them with
cruel, cup-crushing intensity.
Kat shuddered from end to end as she began to bawl in exhausted shame. “Luuuuhhhh...
leave’emalone! Leave my tits alone, bitch!”
“Well ok, but that means I have to spank your bottom.”
Campbell scaled back the jugg mugging so she could paddle, jiggle and generally abuse the
younger fighter’s usually domineering backside.
Kat endured for perhaps ten seconds before the last of her reserves finally crumpled. “Submit!”
she burbled. “Submit, Neve!”
“I understand, we’re up well past your bedtime.” Neve teased. “You ready to get tucked in?”
“NO!” McPhee wailed. “NO NEVE, DON’T SIT ON MY MMMPPPPGGGGHHHHAAAAAHHH!”
Campbell rotated from the Headscissors into a heavy Reverse Face Sit that sealed Big Kat’s
mouth and nose against the veteran’s undercarriage.
“There you go, tucked in nice and tight.” Neve pressed her hands to McPhee’s belly even as the
other brunette’s breath sucked against her briefs. Bouncing in her seat while Kat’s flailing resistance gave
way to humiliated weeping, Campbell allowed herself several deep breaths before finally pushing off the
now slumbering catfighter.
Padding across the room, she helped herself to a robe and bottled water, both of which she availed
herself in short order. Much improved once she was dressed and at least partially hydrated, the veteran
headed to the door leading to the living room only to pause halfway through.
“Good night, big girl. Better luck next time.” Then she flicked off the lights and closed the door to
plunge Kat into another layer of darkness.
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Eilish vs Minaj
A Finish Her Story
Billie Eilish
5’3” 134lbs 20 y/o
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Nicki Minaj
5’2” 137lbs 39 y/o
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“I thought you were the new hotness?” mocked Nicki as her palm cupped Billie’s dangling right breast.
Billie had wanted Nicki Minaj. The freshly turned 20-year-old had wracked up an impressive undefeated start to her fighting career and after a dominant win against Selena Gomez, she figured she was ready for a step up. So, she told her team she wanted Minaj. They tried to talk her out of it. They told her that Zendaya was interested. That Chloe Moretz would do it. Just pick someone who was a rational, responsible fighter. But Billie wanted Nicki.
After twelve minutes, Billie no longer wanted any part of Nicki Minaj. The rapper had employed the usual dose of hairpulling, slapping, and clawing that Billie had come to expect from a catfight. But the amount of titmauling and cxntbusing she experienced took the popstar by surprise. Twelve minutes in, and she was face down on the floor, her top shredded to pieces, her pussy getting pounded over and over again by Nicki’s knees, and her right breast getting absolutely crushed.
THUNK THUNK THUNK
Nicki’s knee continued to pound away at Billie’s mound. The pop star sobbed. Nicki used her free hand to take a handful of blonde hair and forced Billie’s face up off of the ground. Eilish had never looked like this. Desperate. Degraded. Destroyed.
Minaj leaned into Billie’s ear and said, “You might be tough fuckin’ around with all them Disney bitches. But next to me you ain’t shit, got it?”
Billie let out a moan and replied, “Mmmm… yeeeesssss…”
“Who owns this cxnt?” Nicki asked, her knee continuing to pound away.
“Ughnfff…. Nicki Minaj,” Billie said.
“And who owns these tits?”
“Nicki… Minaj.”
“And who owns this hair?”
“N… Nicki… M… Minaj.”
“And who owns you, ho?”
Billie bursted into tears again as she cried out, “NICKI MINAJ!!!”
Nicki let go of Billie’s hair and tit. She rose to her feet, looking down at her handiwork. She planted her foot on Billie’s ass and dug her heel in one last time for good measure. Then she stomped out of the room, leaving the young formerly unbeaten pop star to reckon with the fact that she wasn’t quite the unbeatable badass she thought she was.
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Loved this! Always happy to see Minaj on this board. Thank you for writing this!
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Loved this! Always happy to see Minaj on this board. Thank you for writing this!
Same! Love seeing a good Minaj story around here!
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Neve Campbell taking out Kat Mc Phee was a treat, too! Kat's a truly underrated "big girl" - and it was fun to read her struggling against Neve's veteran tactics...
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Neve Campbell taking out Kat Mc Phee was a treat, too! Kat's a truly underrated "big girl" - and it was fun to read her struggling against Neve's veteran tactics...
Glad you liked it, Sam. I'm of the mind that Kat could've won the match, she simply allowed herself to get frazzled by Neve's strategies at the worst possible time. And yeah, McPhee's an extremely solid fighting image, she's fun to write for win or lose.
Thanks as well for the kind words on Keira / Vanessa. I'd wager Hudgens is one who wins most of her bouts, but I latched onto the idea of her perhaps taking Keira too lightly and then getting absolutely buzzsawed for it.
And thanks as always to Flash for posting. Much obliged, good sir.
Happy belated New Year, everyone.
~rf
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Hollywood Wrestling Alliance
Flashback: WrestleBowl '77
Chicago International Amphitheater
January 2, 1977
The Landers Sisters vs the Barnstable Twins
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Being identical twins, Cyb and Patricia Barnstable had taken full use of that fact in the match, each twin frequently slipping in and out of the ring to relieve the other without the benefit of a legal tag, and without the referee catching them. That kept them far fresher than their opponents, which meant that the Landers sisters were often at a disadvantage.
Finally fed up with their opponents' rulebreaking, Judy took matters into her own hands; while sister Audrey was battling in the ring with Patricia, her sibling dashed around the outside of the ring and yanked the startled Cyb down off of the apron, and the two brawled at ringside.
Eventually, Cyb took control of the slugfest, leaning Judy backwards against the steel ring barrier and hammering away at her chest and stomach. But Barnstable was so focused on dishing out punishment to her adversary, she failed to pay attention to the actual match in the ring. There, sister Patricia was in serious trouble as Audrey was in full control. The twin shrieked for her sister to come to her aid as Landers scooped her up and slammed her to the canvas, then flipped her rival onto her belly and snared her in a Boston Crab. Patricia hollared for help, and only then did Cyb take note of her distress. The twin turned away from Judy and tried to dive into the ring under the bottom rope, but Judy still had the wherewithal to grab Barnstable by the ankle and yank her back out. Meantime, Patricia could take the torture to her spine no longer, and she tapped out her submission.
Jaclyn Smith vs Cheryl Tiegs
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The two exhausted combatants faced one another in the middle of the ring, trading forearm blows to their chests as each swayed on unsteady legs, threatening to topple to the canvas at any moment.
Jaclyn landed a another smash with a heavy thud, then shifted tactics; the brunette whirled about and dashed to the ropes, intent on bounding off of them for momentum and then coming at her opponent with a flying crossbody.
However, Cheryl sprinted after her adversary, so that when Smith hit the ropes and turned around, she was shocked to find the blonde right there, who met her with a knee lift to the belly.
Hands clutching her abdomen, the gasping brunette collapsed to her knees, but didn't remain there long as Tiegs took Smith by the arm and hair and pulled her back up to her feet; as they faced one another, Cheryl doubled Jaclyn over with a knife hand finger thrust to her still-aching belly, then pulled the brunette's arms behind her for a double underhook Butterfly, and from there Tiegs drops to her own knees, pulling Smith down with her, and slamming Jaclyn's pan into the mat with a facebuster.
Badly dazed, the brunette was a ragdoll as her blonde adversary rolled her over and covered her for the three count.
Morgan Fairchild vs Jane Seymour
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The blonde craftily kept turning herself so that her back remained to the referee, and thus he could not see that not only was the side headlock which Morgan was applying to Jane was in actuality a chokehold, but that Fairchild was also punishing her opponent by grinding a knuckle from her free hand into the shrieking brunette's right eye!
Finally releasing her hold, the blonde Irish Whipped the embattled Brit into the corner, then charged at her for a splash. But Seymour managed to raise her right leg in time for the sole of her boot to smash into her onrushing adversary's face. Morgan spun away, her hands frantically touching her face to make certain none of her gorgeousness was marred by the blow. Then, with a furious glint in her eyes, she whirled around in order to resume her attack...but what she found was that Jane had recovered enough to emerge from the corner and deliver an Atomic Elbow smash to the forehead of Fairchild, leaving her wobbly-legged.
The brunette then whips the blonde into the corner and, mounting the bottom ropes to gain some height, Seymour then starts pounding punches to Morgan's face, the crowd happily counting along as she reaches ten. A swift Monkeyflip later, and Fairchild found herself splayed on the mat in center ring. A leg drop by Jane across the chest, followed by a rollup, and a three count seals the blonde's defeat.
TAG TITLE MATCH: Farrah Fawcett Majors & Cheryl Ladd vs Deidre Hall & Judy Strangis
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From the ring apron, Judy stomped her foot and clapped her hands in order to encourage her partner to hold out against the Texas Cloverleaf which Farrah had Deidre trapped in, but from the look on the brunette's face, it was clear she realized the odds were against her partner.
Meanwhile on the opposite side of the ring, Cheryl's face was a mask of assurity that the battle would soon be over. The challengers had given the Champs a real run, but once against Ladd and Fawcett-Majors had proven themselves the better team.
Unable to withstand the pain any longer, Hall slapped her palm repeatedly to the canvas to signal her submission, and after Cheryl joined her partner in the ring, the belts were once more placed around their waists.
8 WOMAN BATTLE ROYAL: Susan Anton, Barbi Benton, Joanna Cameron, Tamara Dobson, Vonetta McGee, Pamela Sue Martin, Caroline Munro, Ornella Muti
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With the winner promised a guaranteed title shot at the World Champion, the stakes were high, and all eight women brawled without let-up. The order of those eliminated were: Martin, Cameron, Muti, McGee and Munro. Sharp-eyed fans had taken note of the fact that Benton had also been ejected from the ring, but not over the top rope as required, but rather between the top and middle. Thus, although she cannily stayed at ringside, she was still a legal combatant.
Finally the last two women left standing in the ring were Anton and Dobson. Ordinarily, the 5'11" Susan was the giant in any match, but now she squared off against the 6'2" Tamara. The two statuesque beauties threw themselves at one another, each determined to conquer the other and win. After several minutes, the two exhausted Amazons were struggling wearily near the ropes, when suddenly from the other side of the ring, Barbi slid in under the ropes. Before Tamara and Susan had any idea what was happening, Benton nailed them both with a dual dropkick, sending both women tumbling over the top rope to the arena floor before, and leaving Barbi as the sole survivor of the battle royal.
WORLD TITLE MATCH: Jayne Kennedy vs Lynda Carter
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The battle between the Champion and the Challenger was nearing the one hour mark, as Lynda and Jayne battled one another in what, no matter who won, is without a doubt a truly epic contest.
Champ Carter had already long broken her rival's pledge to beat her and take the belt within fifteen minutes. But Kennedy had thus far managed to take the title holder to her longest defense ever, and the question now was, which beauty's endurance can outlast the other?
Calling upon her last dregs of strength, Lynda was on the offensive, taking her opponent to the mat repeatedly with a dizzying flurry of Flying Hair Mares, then pulling Kennedy up by her ebony locks and, with an Amazonian roar, Carter scooped up her challenger and bodyslammed her to the mat. That left Jayne dazed and moaning on the canvas, as Carter dashed to a corner and scaled the turnbuckles, mere moments away from finishing off the contender with the Champ's 'Star Spangled Splash' end move.
But Kennedy was not as hapless as the Champ had believed, and even as Lynda climbed to the top of the corner, Jayne sat up and struggled back to her feet. Carter turned around and positioned herself in a crouch balanced atop the ropes just in time to see her adversary rushing at her.
Caught by surprise, Lynda was unable to prevent Jayne from grasping her and lifting her off of the turnbuckles. Then, in a spectacular display of sheer raw power, Kennedy held her rival up over her head in a Gorilla Press as she moved swiftly to the center of the ring. And it was there that Jayne slammed Lynda to the mat with force enough to shake the entire ring!
The Champ lay there starfished, heavy lids half-covering her glazed eyes as she moaned in a heavy daze. But Kennedy did not go for the pin. Instead, adding insult to injury with a case of 'Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better', the statuesque beauty now scaled the corner, positioned herself atop the ropes, and with a cackle of smug satisfaction, flung herself into the air as she perfectly executed Carter's own finisher. Jayne's body splashed down upon that of Lynda, who let out an agonized gasp as the air was smashed from her lungs.
Lynda's multitude of fans hoped against hope that she might yet escape as Kennedy wearily rolled the burnette up for the pin. Astonishingly, in spite of the pounding she had endured, Carter still attempted to kick out, but with Jayne lifting a leg to better secure the pin, Lynda in her spent state lacked the strength to power out. Three seconds later, the HWA had a new Champion!
Rising up off of her beaten rival, placed a boot contemptuously on the heaving chest of Lynda as the referee wrapped the ten pounds of leather and gold around Kennedy's waist.
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Thats what I call a "blast from the past"! Nice work Jackflash.
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Jayne Mansfield VS Sophia Loren
Romanoff's Restaurant, April 1957
Jayne Mansfield was known for her publicity stunts, with her rather infamous bosom playing a key role in a majority of said stunts. She would always shove her 40 inch bust - five inches more than even the well-endowed Marilyn Monroe herself could claim - into any conversation whenever she was on camera, especially if that conversation included one Miss Sophia Loren. Oh, that Sophia Loren. Of course, when Mansfield learned that Sophia would be at the biggest gala event of the year as well, the buxom blonde made sure she was dressed to the nines. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than parading around her world-famous bust, it was embarrassing that raven-haired Italian bitch whichever way she could. Both women’s breasts were often compared with one another's, but tonight, Mansfield planned to cement hers on a different tier entirely.
Upon spotting Sophia across the room mingling with the rest of the Hollywood elite, Jayne took a moment to adjust the hemline of her plunging white dress, making sure to show off as much cleavage as one could without letting a nipple slip into the public eye - at least not yet. She noticed Sophia was dressed rather conservatively in comparison, her little black number offering only a hint of her own ample breasts. As she got closer to the table Loren was sitting at, Mansfield bent at the waist and exposed a wealth of cleavage that would make even Anita Ekberg blush. Sophia looked on as one of the night’s infamous photos were snapped, drawn to Mansfield’s large breasts like a moth to a flame. Sophia struggled to match Jayne’s insane amount of skin, but both her slightly smaller bosom and hilariously outclassed gown were working against her valiant efforts. Sophia’s cheeks were beet red as Jayne’s 36D bust loomed inches from her face; after a few minutes, Mansfield finally straightened her knees and hiked her top upwards, her mission completed for the night as she turned her back to the fuming brunette and sauntered off.
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However, what most people have no recollection of is what transpired after the night’s infamous photos were taken. The paparazzi weren’t allowed in the women’s bathroom, after all, where the real action of the night was taking place. Allegedly, an enraged Sophia had taken the first shot, an uppercut straight to the underside of Mansfield’s jugs that popped them right out of that dazzling white dress of hers!
For what felt like an eternity to both of them, they rolled around on the marble-tiled floor of the pristine bathroom, with neither girl able to hold the advantage long enough to count. Finally, Mansfield was able to reach her feet and, showing off an incredible feat of breast power, powered Sophia jug-to-jug straight into one of the bathroom stalls as the Italian bombshell struggled to repel Mansfield's sudden advance! The door was nearly slammed off its hinges as the handle of the stall impaled Sophia's ass, causing the brunette to groan out loud. Grinning wickedly, Jayne wrapped the dark-haired woman in her arms and squeezed tight. Looking down, Sophia was hurting as Jayne’s rack was slowly flattening the former’s globes. Loren hissed as her own big tits stubbornly refused to submit to the blonde's.
Instead, letting out a primal scream, her smaller breasts very slowly began to push themselves back out as she fought to force Jayne’s own pair to even, a feat no woman before her had ever been able to accomplish... and there had been many who've tried! Jayne’s larger D cups were damn resilient, however, a fact which the blonde proved as she poured an additional amount of pressure on Loren’s straining rack, which was heaving so greatly that she feared her breasts were going to bust through her lovely black ensemble. Sophia’s head flew back as she grimaced in pain, feeling the coldness of the stall door pressing against her bare skin as she heard the wood begin to creak audibly. Jayne's breasts mushroom against Sophia's as the brunette arches her back and manages to fend off the blonde's embattled breasts... but only for a fleeting moment before they SLAM back into her tits as Sophia pauses to gather her energy.
Jayne grit her teeth as her frustration continued to grow, pouring even more pressure on Sophia’s protestant bust; despite being a cup size smaller than her, the harlot's rack still refused to surrender! Devising a new plan, Mansfield, still with Sophia wrapped up tight, took a step forward, systematically forcing the Italian woman to follow suit. She then flexed her arms tight, sacrificing the remainder of her strength into one final squeeze as her massive bust practically engulfed Sophia’s own beleaguered breasts. Sophia let out a loud grunt as she attempted to stave off Mansfield’s twin powerhouses once again, but it was unfortunately too late; the blonde immediately slammed the dark-haired beauty straight into the bathroom stall’s door with a loud CRASH. The wood gave way and both ladies fell into the stall with mutual shrieks.
The curvaceous blonde soon wound up on top of Sophia, her prized jugs against the darker haired woman’s face as the latter struggled mightily to push Mansfield off. Feet kicking and arms flailing, all she could see was pitch blackness as Mansfield’s huge tits filled her entire vision. Jayne wraps her arms around the back of Sophia’s head, burying her rival’s face deep into her bosom. The brunette tries to wiggle her face to catch a breath of air but Jayne won't allow her. Instead, she watches with amusement how Loren struggles and wiggles, trying to free herself from the blonde's pitiless cleavage. After a few more grunts into Jayne's rack, the brunette at last slows her movements and allows herself to slump into unconsciousness.
Jayne walked out of the bathroom after a couple minutes in front of the mirror, hair practically untouched as it had been before the encounter as the blonde tucked her comb into her purse. She pulled up one of her dress straps and pushed her breasts up high before turning the corner back to the party, waving to her friends across the room as she strutted her way towards them.
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Great story was routing for the underdog. Hopefully she gets her own back in a fair fight.
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Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin
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Holding Ariel by her left wrist and with a generous handful of her hair, Abigail let out a warrior's roar as she flung her rival toward the wall. Winter slammed into it with a heavy thud and accompanying pained groan, and as she staggered backward, she left behind a pair of circular indentations in the drywall that perfectly conformed with her 32Ds.
For the first time since this battle had begun, Breslin allowed herself a half-smile. As with their previous confrontations, the two busty beauties had proven themselves too evenly matched for one to overwhelm the other, so any hope of winning would come down to endurance...and luck.
This had been perhaps their most savage contest yet, as Abigail and Ariel had stripped one another down to only their thongs. Their flesh bore testament to the brutality they inflicted upon one another, displaying the redness, bruises, bumps and scratches of their relentless cruelty.
Getting behind the stunned brunette, Abigail snaked her right arm around Ariel's throat and tightened a chokehold on her, determined to knock her hated nemesis out. "Pleasant nightmares, bitch," Breslin cackled with evil glee. Winter gurgled as she struggled for air, her hands clutching and tugging the limb that tightened across her windpipe. In an effort to drive her foe to her knees, Breslin suddenly leapt onto the brunette's back, wrapping her legs around her victim's waist.
But for Ariel, this was a sudden opportunity. In an instance, she began backpedaling as fast as she could, leaving the startled Abigail uncertain of what was happening. But she learned just a moment later, as her back was painfully smashed into the wall. The impact stunned Breslin, and she released her holds on Ariel and fell to her butt on the floor.
Winter wanted nothing more than to press her sudden advantage, but the effort to free herself had cost her much of her waning strength, and she collapsed to all fours. Groggily, she began to slowly crawl away, desperately hoping to gain enough time to gather her wits and draw upon her second (although at this stage of the match, it was more like her sixth or seventh) wind. But she had only managed to advance a few feet when she suddenly felt a pair of hands grasping her right ankle. Abigail then twisted the limb until Ariel rolled over onto her back. The blonde started to bend her adversary's leg to try and force a submission, but frantically Winter lashed out with her free leg, her sole smashing into the side of her tormentor's face, sending Breslin sprawling back.
With a soft groan, Ariel forced herself upright, even as the stunned Abigail began to sit back up. Grabbing the blonde by her damp and matted mane, Winter grunted as she pulled the mewling Breslin back up to her feet. From behind her opponent, the brunette slipped her arms underneath those of Abigail, then reached her hands up behind Breslin's head, lacking her fingers together to lock a Full Nelson into place.
Abigail gave an anguished moan as Ariel tightened her hold, the pressure applied to her shoulders forcing Breslin to thrust her bare breasts forward. With a rasping voice that reflected her exhaustion, Winter hissed into her rival's ear, "Give up now, or I swear I'll break you in half, you bitch!"
But Breslin's response was not verbal, but rather physical: she lifted her right leg and then blindly stomped it down, and as she had hoped her heel smashed down onto her oppressor's toes. Ariel let out a yowl of anguish and released her hold as she limped backward.
Suddenly spinning around, Abigail threw a chop flush across Ariel's bare chest, the blow cracking across her sweat-soaked flesh like a gunshot. Winter gave a sharp gasp of pain, and then unleashed a chop of her own to her rival's chest. And so the two traded such blows, their naked breasts bouncing wildly from the impacts as they yelped and moaned in anguish, pain and exhaustion etched into their angelic faces.
Finally, as if on some silent signal only they could hear, the two beauties flung their arms around one another, throwing every last dreg of strength they had into their leaden arms in a contest of crude bearhugs. They sank to their knees as they squeezed each other with all of their remaining might, tears now streaming down their cheeks, their panting for breath punctuated by their whines and moans of suffering. Their bruised and tender breasts mashed together, adding to their pain.
This primitive embrace continued for one minute...two...then three. The spectators were in rapt awe at this spectacle of superhuman endurance.
But then, at long last, the end came. Both Ariel and Abigail let out deep sighs as their glassy eyes fluttered shut and they collapsed as one to their sides, the two beauties having simultaneously squeezed each other into unconsciousness. This titanic battle would end neither in victory nor defeat, but in a draw.
But while the battle was over, the war would never end....
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Most of the landscape's features had vanished under a thick layer of snow, visible only as bumps or gradual curves in the white terrain visible in all directions. However, a few features remained visible. Here, a red and white striped pole emerged from the snow, topped with a shiny gold orb. Beside it stood a wooden sign, reading "North Pole" in a neat serif font. A short distance away, a two story brick house sat, its roof covered in a layer of uneven white snow to match the ground. Warm lights glowed in its frosted windows, and smoke trickled upwards from its tall chimney.
"Unh!" Christina Hendricks slammed into the outer wall, back first. A few strands of red hair fell to cover the curvy actress face as she let out a rasping wheeze, steadying herself with one hand on the wall. Though it remained attached to her body, Christina's dark blue thermal catsuit was in poor condition, with several claw holes on her arms exposing her white skin, and a large tear on her lower abdomen. The weary redhead looked up resolutely, just in time to see an enraged Mariah Carey, teeth bared, stomping towards her through the deep snow. The thick bodied singer made slow progress, lifting her black booted feet high and leaving a messy trail of crushed snow behind her. The enraged woman's short, red, fur lined dress swished back and forth as she approached. Finally, Mariah brought her right hand back, clenched her fist, and fired a straight punch at the middle of Christina's face.
Thud! Before Mariah could land her blow, Christina swung her forearm up, striking Mariah on the inner arm and deflecting the attack away. Mariah's knuckles scraped the brick wall, and the singer winced. With a growl, Christina launched herself off the wall, grasping at Mariah's out of place arm. The curvaceous singer gasped as Christina's fingers encircled her bicep and dug into her soft skin, only to suddenly stifle her complaint as Christina's other hand clamped down around her neck. Mariah's eyes widened as Christina stepped forward, and she mouthed a silent scream, pushing against the sturdy actress' arms and kicking her legs in the snow. Bending her knees, Christina frowned, heaved, and carried Mariah a few inches into the air. Bending at the waist, Christina dumped the struggling singer flat on her back, annihilating a nearby snowman with a crunch and an explosion of snow as Mariah landed, leaving a torso shaped hole in the deep snow.
"Phew!" Mariah took a breath, forming a messy snow angel as she floundered, arms denting the snow as she struggled to right herself. Before she could get far, Mariah looked up and shrieked, covering her face with her hands and attempting to roll away. It was too late; Christina was already airborne, descending rapidly in a sitting position. The back of her strong thigh drove Mariah's hands downward, smacking the already dazed singer in the face, before instantly sending Mariah's head straight to the bottom of the snowdrift. Suddenly, the determined singer's legs lay still, propped up high in the snowdrift.
Christina sat beside Mariah and frowned, flicking the snow off of her body, while resting her legs comfortably over Mariah's face and chest from the side. Wiggling around in the snow, Christina took a moment to balance herself. Her right leg wrapped around Mariah's neck, squeezing it between her calf and the back of her thigh, while she reached around to lock the hold in place with a hand holding her ankle. Meanwhile, Christina forced a leg underneath the supine singer, holding the trapped woman's arms behind her back firmly.
"How long is Christmas?" growled Christina.
Mariah's nostrils flared as her legs straightened suddenly. Instinctively, she pushed on Christina's calf, trying to pry the curvy but unyielding limb a fraction of an inch away from her face. Clenching her bared teeth together, Mariah planted her feet and pushed, only digging herself deeper into a furrow. Christina smirked.
"Forever! Christmas lives on in everyone's hearts and hrrrrrrrrh!" Mariah shut her eyes and planted her feet again, managing to twist her lower body towards Christina. After a moment, when it was clear that her upper body was stuck, she sighed and lay flat. "It lasts from October to rrrrrrrrrrgh!" Now Mariah twisted the other way in a vain attempt to escape, and while she managed to twist her wide hips in the opposite direction, and kick a few new holes in the snow, Christina's legs continued to pressure her arms and squeeze her neck. Mariah's eyelids sank lower and lower as her vision turned to a dark, blurry mess.
"But what about the children? And miracles?" asked Santa Claus, looking down with concern. Mariah sat up straight, legs outstretched, clutching her throat with a shocked gasp. The only snow was outside, drifting downward gently in the window. The fireplace kept the cozy living room warm, but the snow covering Mariah's body had vanished without a trace. Still, Mariah shivered once, out of habit.
"I'm sorry Santa, but that bitch Christina has me! I'm done for! I guess there just won't be any more Christmas..." Mariah hung her head, leaning on the floor with the palms of her hands. Santa put his hands on his round stomach and bellowed a room shaking laugh. "It sounds like someone has gotten confused! With the power of Christmas miracles, anything is possible... if only you believe in yourself!" Mariah looked up in awe, jerking her head up with such force that the bells on her belt jingled. "Of course! It always works! I'll just"
"Ok, you think nine days of Christmas is too many? Well it's gonna be eight in a second," growled Christina. Mariah was still in the snow, her upper body immobilized by the redhead's legs. To make matters worse, Christina's fingers gripped the singer's hair at the base of the skull, right at the roots, and she pulled back cruelly, bending Mariah's already suffering neck. "I can count down all the way from twelve and if you make this take forever I'm gonna!" Mariah's limbs wouldn't budge. "Nine..." she groaned weakly, tilting her head to give Christina a pleading gaze. "Too slow. Eight," replied Christina coldly. Mariah nodded, her head barely trembling up and down, but it was enough. Smiling and straightening her legs, Christina slid backwards in the snow. She shook her legs as she stood up, before making her way to Mariah's feet and taking her by the ankles, dragging the gently shaking singer through a new track in the snow, straight through the door and into the house.
"...and if I have to hear that song one more time..."
Mariah
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Christina
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Most of the landscape's features had vanished under a thick layer of snow, visible only as bumps or gradual curves in the white terrain visible in all directions. However, a few features remained visible. Here, a red and white striped pole emerged from the snow, topped with a shiny gold orb. Beside it stood a wooden sign, reading "North Pole" in a neat serif font. A short distance away, a two story brick house sat, its roof covered in a layer of uneven white snow to match the ground. Warm lights glowed in its frosted windows, and smoke trickled upwards from its tall chimney.
"Unh!" Christina Hendricks slammed into the outer wall, back first. A few strands of red hair fell to cover the curvy actress face as she let out a rasping wheeze, steadying herself with one hand on the wall. Though it remained attached to her body, Christina's dark blue thermal catsuit was in poor condition, with several claw holes on her arms exposing her white skin, and a large tear on her lower abdomen. The weary redhead looked up resolutely, just in time to see an enraged Mariah Carey, teeth bared, stomping towards her through the deep snow. The thick bodied singer made slow progress, lifting her black booted feet high and leaving a messy trail of crushed snow behind her. The enraged woman's short, red, fur lined dress swished back and forth as she approached. Finally, Mariah brought her right hand back, clenched her fist, and fired a straight punch at the middle of Christina's face.
Thud! Before Mariah could land her blow, Christina swung her forearm up, striking Mariah on the inner arm and deflecting the attack away. Mariah's knuckles scraped the brick wall, and the singer winced. With a growl, Christina launched herself off the wall, grasping at Mariah's out of place arm. The curvaceous singer gasped as Christina's fingers encircled her bicep and dug into her soft skin, only to suddenly stifle her complaint as Christina's other hand clamped down around her neck. Mariah's eyes widened as Christina stepped forward, and she mouthed a silent scream, pushing against the sturdy actress' arms and kicking her legs in the snow. Bending her knees, Christina frowned, heaved, and carried Mariah a few inches into the air. Bending at the waist, Christina dumped the struggling singer flat on her back, annihilating a nearby snowman with a crunch and an explosion of snow as Mariah landed, leaving a torso shaped hole in the deep snow.
"Phew!" Mariah took a breath, forming a messy snow angel as she floundered, arms denting the snow as she struggled to right herself. Before she could get far, Mariah looked up and shrieked, covering her face with her hands and attempting to roll away. It was too late; Christina was already airborne, descending rapidly in a sitting position. The back of her strong thigh drove Mariah's hands downward, smacking the already dazed singer in the face, before instantly sending Mariah's head straight to the bottom of the snowdrift. Suddenly, the determined singer's legs lay still, propped up high in the snowdrift.
Christina sat beside Mariah and frowned, flicking the snow off of her body, while resting her legs comfortably over Mariah's face and chest from the side. Wiggling around in the snow, Christina took a moment to balance herself. Her right leg wrapped around Mariah's neck, squeezing it between her calf and the back of her thigh, while she reached around to lock the hold in place with a hand holding her ankle. Meanwhile, Christina forced a leg underneath the supine singer, holding the trapped woman's arms behind her back firmly.
"How long is Christmas?" growled Christina.
Mariah's nostrils flared as her legs straightened suddenly. Instinctively, she pushed on Christina's calf, trying to pry the curvy but unyielding limb a fraction of an inch away from her face. Clenching her bared teeth together, Mariah planted her feet and pushed, only digging herself deeper into a furrow. Christina smirked.
"Forever! Christmas lives on in everyone's hearts and hrrrrrrrrh!" Mariah shut her eyes and planted her feet again, managing to twist her lower body towards Christina. After a moment, when it was clear that her upper body was stuck, she sighed and lay flat. "It lasts from October to rrrrrrrrrrgh!" Now Mariah twisted the other way in a vain attempt to escape, and while she managed to twist her wide hips in the opposite direction, and kick a few new holes in the snow, Christina's legs continued to pressure her arms and squeeze her neck. Mariah's eyelids sank lower and lower as her vision turned to a dark, blurry mess.
"But what about the children? And miracles?" asked Santa Claus, looking down with concern. Mariah sat up straight, legs outstretched, clutching her throat with a shocked gasp. The only snow was outside, drifting downward gently in the window. The fireplace kept the cozy living room warm, but the snow covering Mariah's body had vanished without a trace. Still, Mariah shivered once, out of habit.
"I'm sorry Santa, but that bitch Christina has me! I'm done for! I guess there just won't be any more Christmas..." Mariah hung her head, leaning on the floor with the palms of her hands. Santa put his hands on his round stomach and bellowed a room shaking laugh. "It sounds like someone has gotten confused! With the power of Christmas miracles, anything is possible... if only you believe in yourself!" Mariah looked up in awe, jerking her head up with such force that the bells on her belt jingled. "Of course! It always works! I'll just"
"Ok, you think nine days of Christmas is too many? Well it's gonna be eight in a second," growled Christina. Mariah was still in the snow, her upper body immobilized by the redhead's legs. To make matters worse, Christina's fingers gripped the singer's hair at the base of the skull, right at the roots, and she pulled back cruelly, bending Mariah's already suffering neck. "I can count down all the way from twelve and if you make this take forever I'm gonna!" Mariah's limbs wouldn't budge. "Nine..." she groaned weakly, tilting her head to give Christina a pleading gaze. "Too slow. Eight," replied Christina coldly. Mariah nodded, her head barely trembling up and down, but it was enough. Smiling and straightening her legs, Christina slid backwards in the snow. She shook her legs as she stood up, before making her way to Mariah's feet and taking her by the ankles, dragging the gently shaking singer through a new track in the snow, straight through the door and into the house.
"...and if I have to hear that song one more time..."
Mariah
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Christina
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Wonderful
my favourite lady destroying my least fav singer. I just wish I could roleplay out this whole fight
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Kate Hudson vs Danica McKellar
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Groaning, the exhausted Danica struggled up to her hands and knees. Panting hard for breath, the equally spent Kate crawled up behind her opponent. The blonde seemed uncertain of how to proceed, however, given how little strength she still possessed after the bruising brawl between the two beauties.
But then her eyes sparkled as an idea came to her. Hudson unhooked her own bikini top and, much to the delight of the spectators, removed it. From behind the brunette, Kate then wrapped the garment around McKellar's throat as a makeshift garrote!
Danica gasped and gurgled for breath, her fingers frantically tugging at the cloth that tightened across her windpipe, but to no avail. Fear filled the brunette's panic-stricken face as she realized she was doomed to defeat at last. Kate's face wore a smile of evil glee and she cackled with delight as she quickly choken her adversary into unconsciousness, giving the blonde the victory.
Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Satomi Ishihara
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Jennifer began to rise up on her hands and knees, but Satomi stood straddling over her, and suddenly dropped down, her butt slamming into the small of the grunting American's back, flattening her body to the mansion floor.
The Japanese beauty then cupped her hands under Hewitt's chin and began to lean backward, subjecting her victim to a Camel Clutch. Jennifer howled in anguish as her spine was bent back, but Ishihara ignored her agony and continued to stretch her back. Hewitt's chest was thrust forward as her back was curved, causing her nipples to pop out from the tops of her bra's cups.
Although Jennifer had prided herself on never having verbally submitted a match before, she could no longer withstand the pain, and she burst into tears as she mewled, "NO MORE...PLEASE...I GIVE UP!" Satomi gave a cruel chortle and then released her hold, rising up to plant a foot on the rear end of her quivering rivao to claim her victory.
HWA FLASHBACK 1931: Clara Bow vs Joan Blondell
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The blonde's face went from red to purple as her body thrashed and her hands slapped and tugged at her opponent's limb, but try as she might, there was no escape from Clara's headscissors. The brunette was moaning almost as much as her victim, as Bow poured every last remaining dreg of power she had into her legs, determined to squeeze Blondell into defeat.
Boos were heard among the roar of the crowd; Clara was the most hated (if respected) heel in the sport, and Joan was one of the most popular. This confrontation had been building for months, and fans everywhere were certain the blonde would put an end to Bow's title reign. And she very nearly did this night, several times. But the brunette had always managed to avoid defeat at the last moment, usually through illegal means.
Now, Clara saw victory within her grasp. She continued to crush her rival until finally the brunette's legs had nothing left to give, and they fell open. Desperately, Bow dragged herself across Joan's body for the pin, hooking a leg...and grabbing a handful of tights...to ensure a three count. That last bit of cheating was unnecessary, as Blondell was now only barely conscious, and unable to even attempt to kick out.
With the toll of the final bell, the belt is returned to the brunette, and she is carried from the ring, utterly spent but beaming a smile of smug satisfaction.
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Loved all three of the matches but the flashback with Clara Bow and Joan Blondell was a special treat!
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HWA FLASHBACK 1965: Lola Falana vs Ann-Margret
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Joey Heatherton had warned her, "Detroit is rough!"
Ann hadn't fully appreciated what that meant until her match began. The sound within Detroit's Cobo Hall was deafening, as 12,000 fans roared their throats raw. But the redhead...one of the biggest stars in the HWA, indisputably...was used to being cheered by everyone. Yet here, tonight, at least half of the crowd...and maybe even a bit more than that...were cheering for her opponent. What was confounding was that Lola is an unabashed heel.
But Detroit was a territory that loves its bad girls, and Falana had been the dominant bad girl here for months. Ann, making her Detroit debut, was the intruder here. The fans were backing their girl tonight, even if next week they'll be right back to jeering her as she takes on another local wrestler.
As a result, the redhead's nerves were a bit rattled, and she reasoned that's why she was having such trouble putting her opponent away. She wasn't quite ready to admit the possibility that Falana was just too damned good to be beaten quite so easily. However, whatever the reason, Lola was more than adept enough to take advantage of it. For instance, Ann had attempted to Irish Whip her opponent into the corner, but Falana had managed to reverse it, so that it was the Swede's spine that took the impact into the thinly-padded turnbuckles. Lola followed up within moments with a charging kneelift into her adversary's abs.
Falana then pulled the redhead from the corner and pressed her face to the top rope, dragging it along the steel cable as Ann shrieked. The referee ordered an immediate break and Falana complied...but only so that she could snare her opponent in a side headlock. Ann grunted as her opponent tightened her grasp...and adding to her victim's torment by grinding a knuckle into the yowling redhead's eye (out of the view of the ref, of course).
Concluding from the redhead's squawks of protest that something illegal was occurring, the official order Lola to release her, and after a few extra heartbeats, she did so. Now fully confident that control of the match was in her hands, Falana didn't immediately press her advantage with a new hold. Unfortunately for her, that gave Ann the precious seconds she needed to strike back.
Lola's eyes widened with surprise as her seemingly hapless opponent suddenly roared to life, and those eyes then squinted hard from the pain as the redhead landed a cracking chop across Falana's chest. She followed it up with another chop, and then another, and then turned away from her rival; the fans didn't have to be told what was coming next; the trio of chops were the set-up for the redhead's Running Lariat. Ann began to dash toward the ropes, intending to rebound off of them for added momentum as she rushed back to deliver her blow.
But she only got two steps before she suddenly felt a pair of hands grasping her long fiery mane. Her momentum instantly halted, Ann felt her feet fly out from under her, and she crashed to the canvas on her back, a burst of air expelled from her lungs by the heavy landing.
This time, Lola wasn't wasting so much as an instant. She dropped to the mat, drilling her elbow into her adversary's forehead, further stunning the redhead. Falana then scrambled atop Ann for the pin; the referee slapped the canvas for ONE...TWO...but then with a snarl Ann managed to kick out.
On her knees, Lola now took a few moments to rub her hand across her still-aching chest, courtesy of Ann's stinging chops. She then pushed herself up to her feet, bent down to grab her opponent by her fiery mane, and began pulling Ann up as well. But the redhead suddenly sprung back to life, delivering an uppercut to Falana's chin that snapped her head back sharply, and left her stumbling backward.
Shaking her head to clear the fog in her skull, Ann moved with surprising swiftness, throwing Lola to the mat with a hip toss. Falana sat up, moaning from the pain to her back, as the redhead sat on the canvas behind her, and then snaked her legs around the startled brunette's waist. Ann's stems were widely considered perhaps the most powerful in the HWA, and no one who ever found themselves caught between them ever wanted a return visit. Locking her ankles, Ann poured on the pressure as Lola yowled in anguish.
Now, grabbing her rival's hair, Ann grunted as she displayed tremendous raw power, actually lifting Lola up off of the mat, only to deposit her back there a moment later with a Keister Bump. The impact sent a jolt of pain from Falana's tailbone up through her spine, paralyzing her. Ann repeated the bump a second time, and then a third.
Knowing she couldn't endure this punishment much longer, Lola grasped at the insides of her tormentor's legs, trying to pry them apart. Ann gave a half-smile; she had seen this countless times, when her victims tried...and failed...to break her scissors. She knew it was only a matter of time now before Falana submitted in agony.
But the redhead's smirk swiftly melted away into a look of shock, as Lola steadily achieved the seeming impossible, prying the powerful limbs of her tormentor apart! Finally, the hold broken, Falana continued pushing Ann's legs apart, spreading them as now her opponent howled in anguish, her thighs stretched to their limits. Fearful of having a muscle torn, Ann began to furiously slam her right arm down across the back of her rival, until finally Lola released her and rolled away to escape the hammering blows.
Both beauties were hurt and exhausted, and neither rushed to regain their feet, instead taking as much time as they could to recover and catch their second wind. Finally, with the referee threatening to declare a double count-out unless they resumed the match, the pair struggled back up. They cautiously approached one another, and then went into a lock-up, each trying to muscle the other backward, the rippling muscles of their lush bodies glistening as sweat soaked them. However, they remained locked in stalemate, with neither able to push the other back for more than a step or two before the lost ground was regained.
But then came a sudden shift of tactics, as Lola tilted her head back, and then threw it forward, slamming a headbutt to Ann's forehead that turned her emerald eyes glassy. That allowed Falana to push her opponent back into the corner; there, she returned the 'favor' of the chops she had received by laying a flurry of stinging chop's to the redhead's chest, and leaving Ann gasping for breath.
Lola finally halted her assault and allowed herself a smile of satisfaction...but that smile turned into a pained grimace as, with a roar, Ann swung her arms up and slammed her palms into her adversary's ears. The raven-haired beauty let out an agonized shriek and stumbled backward, which allowed Ann to throw a punt of her boot into Lola's belly, doubling her over.
Pushing herself out of the corner, Ann threw a quick uppercut to Lola's jaw, snapping her upright. She then took her opponent by the arm and Irish Whipped her to the ropes.
It's impossible to say just how and why Lola's battle instincts pierced through the dazed fog in her brain at that exact moment, but some inner voice commanded her to wrap her arm around the top rope as she hit it, holding her in place and preventing her from ricocheting back toward her opponent. And unfortunately for her opponent, who was in the midst of executing a standing dropkick on the target she expected to be there, Ann's boots hit only empty air, and she crashed hard to the canvas, laying there in a groaning heap.
Calling upon whatever last dregs of strength she had left, Falana limped over to the redhead and hair hauled her back up to her feet. She then scooped her rival up in her arms, holding her aloft. But rather than administer a bodyslam, Lola slowly rotated, showing off her hapless adversary to all fours sides of the arena. The fans were howling and baying for the finish now...even those who had been cheering Ann were calling for her devastation.
The subsequent slam shook the ring...but Lola did not go for the pin. No, she was going to win this in a more spectacular fashion. Climbing back up to her feet, she went to a corner and began to scale up the turnbuckles, until she was unsteadily balancing herself atop the ropes. Falana then leapt into the air, her body a glorious missile of destruction, and she landed upon the prone redhead with the impact of an A Bomb!
There was no doubt that Ann was finished, but Lola wasn't about to let this interloper come into HER house without paying a cost. So Falana got up to her knees and then sat on the redhead's chest, pinning her arms to the mat for a Schoolgirl Pin. "Make it to ten!" she rasped to the referee, prolonging Ann's humiliation as the crowd gave a deafening roar of approval.
"Come to my town again, bitch," Lola hissed to her dazed and helpless opponent, "and next time they'll be taking you out on a stretcher!"
Ann didn't reply, she merely blinked back the tears in her eyes. But silently she swore that next time, this bitch was going to pay!
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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Kristin Kreuk
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Sarah's piercing scream rent the air as her taut body was agonizingly wrenched by the abdominal stretch she was subjected to. A smiling Kristin gave a callous cackle as she tormented her arch-rival. Every inch of their firm bodies glistened from sweat.
The spectators sat in rapt attention at the violent tableau unfolding before their eyes. Every confrontation between Geller and Kreuk had been spectacular, but this one had risen to new heights. In retrospect, those in attendance will recall that it was when both women had stripped one another of their tattered bikinis, leaving them stark naked, that something primal was sparked with the two of them, as if they were ancient gladiators struggling for domination over one another.
Then the blonde gave another howl, but this one was a bellow of Amazonian defiance. With every iota of power her body, Sarah managed to throw her startled nemesis over with a hip toss, breaking the stretch hold and slamming Kristin to the penthouse floor with a thud and a groan from the suddenly stunned beauty. Gellar's battle instincts told her to press her advantage, but she was still too devastated by the relentless thrashing she had suffered for the past few minutes, and so she staggered away in order to catch her breath and call upon her last dregs of strength to carry on with the battle.
That gave Kristin time to recover and rise back up to her feet. The two beauties then cautiously approached one another. Gellar suddenly lunged, bringing up her right arm to deliver a fist to her opponent's face; but her sluggishness caused her to telegraph the blow, and Kreuk was able to bring her left arm up to block it, while with her right hand she threw a finger thrust into the blonde's solar plexus, causing Sarah to let out a sharp gasp of pain.
Grabbing her rival's hair at the back of her scalp in order to tilt Gellar's head back and more fully expose her throat, the sneering Kristen drew her right hand up again, preparing to throw another knife hand strike, this time to her foe's windpipe. She paused only to taunt her nemesis by saying, "If you'd rather drop to your knees and beg for mercy, I just may consider going easy on you. Or maybe not."
Gellar said nothing in response, but instead her hands darted out, and her fingers found her tormentor's bare nipples. A fraction of an instant later, Kristin was yowling in anguish as Sarah viciously pinched and twisted them. Her body paralyzed by the agonizing pain, Kreuk slowly sank to her knees, tears welling in her dark eyes. Suddenly, the blonde drove her right knee up, smashing it into her adversary's chin, snapping Kreuk's head back violently and leaving her dazed and glassy-eyed.
Not about to give her opponent another chance to catch her breath, Sarah released her grips on Kristin's now-aching nipples and shoved the brunette face-first to the floor. Gellar then placed her feet upon the back of Kristen's knees while hooking Kreuk's feet against the blonde's shins; bending down to grab her rival's wrists, Sarah then suddenly threw herself backward, the momentum lifting Kristen up off of the floor. Gellar then holds her foe aloft in a Ceilinghold, presenting the screaming Kreuk like a sacrifice to the catfighting gods.
Her body wracked by pulsating pain, Kristin quickly begins to sob her submission, but Sarah ignores her pleas and continues torturing the brunette for nearly a full minute more. Finally she throws Kreuk to the floor, where the brunette lay in a quivering heap. Yet rather than claim her had-won victory, Gellar instead bent on one knee alongside her rival and, grabbing Kristin's hair, pulled her up to her hands and knees, and then made the battered beauty drape herself across the blonde's knee.
Sarah then began to administer a blistering spanking to her hated foe's bare bottom, Kristin's skin turning bright red from the stinging slaps, tears streaming down Kreuk's face as she blubbers for mercy.
"If you mommy had only done this more often when you were a little brat, you wouldn't be such an insufferable bitch today," the blonde scolds her helpless opponent.
Finally she finishes with her humiliation of the brunette, and Gellar rises up, magnificent in her nakedness, plants a foot on her prone foe's back, and raises her arms in triumph.
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perfect match up and pictures, well done and thank you!
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Finally she finishes with her humiliation of the brunette, and Gellar rises up, magnificent in her nakedness, plants a foot on her prone foe's back, and raises her arms in triumph.
Ya know, I started writing when these two were pretty much at the height of their powers, yet somehow it never crossed my mind to get them in the same ring. Thank you, good sir, for showing me the magnitude of this folly. Gellar and Kreuk is a fantastic match-up and it's satisfying to see Sarah get some revenge after much rough treatment at the claws of her brunette rival.
Excellent work as always,
~rf
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Ya know, I started writing when these two were pretty much at the height of their powers, yet somehow it never crossed my mind to get them in the same ring. Thank you, good sir, for showing me the magnitude of this folly. Gellar and Kreuk is a fantastic match-up and it's satisfying to see Sarah get some revenge after much rough treatment at the claws of her brunette rival.
Excellent work as always,
~rf
Thank you as always for the kind words, sir.
And it was the same with me...for years I overlooked the fact that these two were such perfect antagonists for one another. Happily that's an oversight I've made up for these last few years, and I think I've developed a nicely wicked little rivalry between them. What's fun is, they work in both catfight and pro wrestling settings, so there's virtually no end to the savage antics I can put them into. ;)
And of course, if you or anyone else would like to take these two out for a tumble, I'd love to read it. :)
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Long time reader of this great thread and many of its contributors writing here and elsewhere. I'm glad to add to it. Think of this as a continuation of one of the walkin dude's earlier posts.
Brie's Vendetta: Troian versus the MCU
Florence Pugh
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It was less than a day after Troian beat Brie that Bellisario got the contract to fight Florence Pugh. On a private beach in Martinique no less, all expenses to be paid by Disney. Troian signed with a degree of bemusement that she was on the radar of one of the hottest names in the industry. Things got somewhat clearer when Brie Larson’s latest Instagram workout video came geotagged, Martinique, and come fight time Captain Marvel was alongside Flo as the new Widow strode onto the sand. Eyes hidden behind a pair of Aviators, Brie stalked over to where a row of beach chairs had been set up for the privileged few in attendance and took her seat.
“She’s really that powerful, huh?” Troi said to the thick bodied Brit as the two circled on the sand. “I’m no expert on MCU politics but I thought you’d be too big of a deal to be Brie’s henchbitch.”
Pugh’s eyes were crinkled in the sun. The blonde was built like a little tank, big butt, broad shoulders, killer thighs. She snatched at Troi’s hair, pulling her into a bearhug that had the Pretty Little Liar doing some not so pretty wheezing as she was lifted off her feet by the stocky powerhouse.
“It’s not about power, you no name skank,” Florence gritted her teeth as Troian buried her hands scalp deep in sweaty blonde hair and pulled. “It’s about helping a friend deal with a problunnggghhh.”
The moment Troi’s feet hit the sand she pumped her knee up into Flo’s tanned belly, gutting the unprepared Widow. A bent double Pugh wrapped her arms round the Liar’s waist while Troi held used two handfuls of blonde hair to hold Flo’s head down.
It would be the defining image of the fight. Sure, Pugh fans would GIF her brawny scoop and slam, the sand puffing up around Bellisario’s splayed out form as Florence tossed her wet hair back and walked heavily over Troi’s stomach to leave the Liar curled up in gaping agony, but a half hour in Florence was once again bent double with her hair in the brunette’s grasp, her arms curled much more loosely now around the curve of Troian’s butt.
Bellisario allowed herself to be pushed across the sand by the next gen Widow. Whatever misplaced sense of pride was stopping Florence from going to ground was costing her a last shot at turning the fight around. So they trudged across the beach with Troian using that grip on Flo’s hair to steer them. At intervals, Bellisario pounded her right hand into Pugh’s tanned flank, triggering a hypnotic ripple across Flo’s thighs and ass and a small, suffering sigh.
Just as they reached Brie’s beach chair a huge droplet of sweat dripped from Pugh’s nose into the sand. Troi reacted as if it was the last grain to fall through the hourglass, tugging hard on her handfuls of blonde hair to halt Florence’s plodding steps then pounding a flurry of right hands into the Brit’s body, the spanking impacts echoing across the beach.
Florence’s knees wobbled. She went down on all fours then hugged her punished torso and rolled onto her side with a soft thud of white sand.
The MCU’s brightest new star had just had the fight beaten out of her.
Troian picked her bikini bottoms out of her butt crack before she pushed with her foot, almost gently putting Pugh on her back. Kneeling above the prone Widow she brushed sand off her ass onto Florence’s face then sat down on it. And as Troian sat, not three feet away Brie Larson stood. Aviators still blacking out her eyes, Captain Marvel didn’t wait for the contest to become official, the woman responsible for setting all this up turning away and walking back up the beach to the hotel without a backward glance.
"Some friend you've got there," Troian said.
Buried in butt, Florence was oblivious to Brie’s departure. She turned her head trying to breathe but Troi shifted her body expertly and kept the Widow's cute nose trapped in her butt crack until she felt a steady tap of submission on the sunwarmed skin of her thigh.
Florence Pugh had quit.
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Welcome FH, and that's a terrific 'calling card' you've introduced yourself with! I look forward to seeing more of your work. :D
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Flashback 1963: Annette Funicello vs Linda Gaye Scott
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Annette had made a rookie's mistake, and now she was paying the price for it. Just as she and Linda were about to lock up and begin their catfight, one of the brunette's ardent admirers called out well-wishes from the small audience to her, and she instinctively turned her head to give him a smile. Blonde Linda didn't need a formal invitation to take advantage of that opportunity, and she taught her adversary the folly of diverting her attention in a match by slamming an open-handed slap across Funicello's face that left her stunned and stumbling.
Linda then went on a full offensive, overwhelming her hapless opponent from one end of the mansion's spacious living room to the other with slaps, chops, hairpulling, slams, kicks and stomps. Enjoying her complete command of the battle, the blonde then decided to add some humiliation to the mix, and she tore Funicello's bikini halter from her body, revealing the brunette's 34D's to the appreciative onlookers.
Funicello's face burnished red with both shame and fury, as she'd never been stripped topless by an opponent before. But at the moment there wasn't much she could do about it, as Scott now snared her in a Full Nelson, the pressure thrusting Annette's chest forward, displaying her bare breasts all the more.
After another thirty seconds or so of this, Linda finally released her hold and the brunette sank to her knees with a pitiful moan. Smugly sure of her impending victory, the blonde strutted around her adversary, taunting her with declarations such as, "You're a pathetic loser," and "You're no match for me, and everyone here knows it."
Annette simply remained there slumped on her knees, her body slick with sweat, her lower lip quivering, as if she were holding back tears.
Or perhaps channeling her anger.
The blonde now stood directly in front of her foe, hands on her hips as she sneered down at Funicello and said, "Beg for mercy and I'll think about finally ending your torment." She then gave a cackling laugh.
But that laughter suddenly turned into a piercing yowl, as Annette swung her right arm up, slamming her fist flush into her oppressor's womanhood! Scott staggered backward, her hands clutching her now-throbbing groin, until she stumbled and landed hard on her rear end. With a blur of motion that belied the ache and exhaustion that wracked her curvaceous figure, the brunette lunged forward, smashing her forearm across the blonde's chest, leaving Linda flat on her back and gasping hard for breath.
Sitting astride her opponent's belly, Annette began to slap Linda's face, each blow cracking like a gunshot against her reddening cheeks. She then took her rival by the hair and began to slam the back of her head again and again into the floor, further stunning Scott.
But the effort quickly drained Annette of her already dwindled strength, and she began to swoon, leaving some of Linda's fans in the audience hopeful that the blonde might now be able to find a way to regain control of the fight. However, Funicello wasn't about to let that happen. If she was growing too weak to continue fighting, then she'll just have to lay down for a spell.
Looking into her adversary's glazed eyes, Annette growled, "You wanted to see my boobs? Fine, take a good look!"
With that she pressed her chest down over Linda's face, the blonde's mouth and nose plunged into the valley between Funicello's breasts, smothering her. Annette pinned Scott's arms to the floor and used her feet to grapevine Linda's legs, spreading them wide, so that the squirming blonde lacked the leverage to throw her smotherer off.
Her movements swiftly growing sluggish, it wasn't long before Linda ceased to move at all. It was then that all assembled knew she had passed out, and the match was over.
With tremendous effort, Annette rolled off of Linda and lay alongside her, gathering what scant power she could raise to get up and leave the battleground. Her supporters were on their feet applauding her, but she took no satisfaction from this victory. She had made a stupid mistake, and as a result had been out-fought for most of the match. She was only able to turn the tide by resorting to the kind of vicious tactic she had criticized other girls for using.
No, she wasn't happy with herself at all. But she silently swore that she would face Linda again one day soon, and when next they meet, the brunette would prove she's the better fighter from start to finish.
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Long time reader of this great thread and many of its contributors writing here and elsewhere. I'm glad to add to it. Think of this as a continuation of one of the walkin dude's earlier posts.
Brie's Vendetta: Troian versus the MCU
Buried in butt, Florence was oblivious to Brie’s departure. She turned her head trying to breathe but Troi shifted her body expertly and kept the Widow's cute nose trapped in her butt crack until she felt a steady tap of submission on the sunwarmed skin of her thigh.
Florence Pugh had quit.
This is a most pleasant surprise, thanks for sharing! Troi vs. Brie is one of my favorite matches to mull these days and while I'd figured it mostly between them it's not hard to imagine Larson recruiting another MCU heavy hitter to get some vengeance. Alas, Florence underestimated the brunette's resolve and found herself engulfed in a humiliating ass-valanche. Will Brie find another lass willing to do her dirty work? Or will she take another shot at Troi herself?
Excellent work, thanks again!
~rf
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GAL GADOT VS. VICTORIA jUSTICE/LIZ GILLIES
The Golden Globes award show was wrapping up and the attending stars were wandering out, most to pick up rides to attend parties across the Hollywood landscape.
Gal Gadot, who had been a presenter at the show, decided to make a quick pit stop at the ladies room before departing. She was soon at the mirror checking her hair and makeup when two minor starlets strolled in.
Victoria Justice and Elizabeth Gillies were snickering as they poked catty fun of the women who attended. "Didja see Gillian Anderson? Yeesh, isn't there some kind of age limit on these old crones?" Victoria wisecracked. "Oh, and Lady Gaga?" Liz answered. "More like Lady Gags a Lot!"
Gal decided to just ignore there prattling but then Victoria noticed the tall actress across the room. She nudged Liz and murmured "And did you see what 'Wonder Woman' wore? She made everyone 'wonder" why she couldn't afford a decent gown!"
A few more similar remarks and Gal had had enough. She pivoted on her high heels and confronted the young starlets. "If you have something to say to me, say it to my face! C'mon, you little nobodies! Let's hear it!"
Had they been a little smarter and a little less drunk, the two smaller women would have beat a hasty retreat. Instead, Liz took a wild swing at Gal's face and Victoria lashed out a foot intended to catch the Israeli star on the knee. But a quick dodge backwards made both her assailants miss and that's when Ms. Gadot went on the offensive.
Right crosses, left jabs, some pulverizing uppercuts and a couple of below-the-belt crotch shots had both her foes blubbering and stammering out their surrenders. To wrap things up, Gal ripped off their evening gowns and marched them out into the hallway naked. After that, Gal strolled off in triumph, dusting off her hands, content with a job well done. And Victoria and Liz were left face down in two trash receptacles, their bare behinds on display in the hallway as the press took pics. The "Victorious" girls went viral but not the way they had hoped.
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Long time reader of this great thread and many of its contributors writing here and elsewhere. I'm glad to add to it. Think of this as a continuation of one of the walkin dude's earlier posts.
I just wanted to echo the praise already offered and tell you what a fantastic introduction this was and hopefully we get to see more of Troian's war against the MCU or anything else you want to share. This was really spectacular writing and glad you took the time to put together this piece for all of us to enjoy. Look forward to seeing more in the future and happy to have you here!
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Thanks fort he new Annette Funicello fight....always love to see Annette get into it as she is a much better fighter than most give her credit. Especially exciting when she and her opponent spend most of their time pulling hair and mauling/pounding on each other's chests. Would I have loved to have had the opportunity to do that!
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Alyssa Jayne Milano
Alyssa is a ring veteran, using her skills as a brawler and sex fighter to subdue bigger and smaller opponents alike.
Birthday is Dec 19, 1972in Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
Meas: 34C-24-36.
Height of 5’2?.
“I’m taking this scrawny ass, bean pole B lister behind the woodshed and teaching her an anatomy lesson she won’t forget.”
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Katie Noelle Holmes
Katie is a ring veteran, consistently using her height advantage to punish and submit smaller women physically or sexually.
Birthday: December 18, 1978 in Toledo, Ohio, U.S.
Meas: 34B-24-34 .
Height: 5’9?
“Milano the midget is getting in the ring with me? Get ready for some punishment!”
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Alyssa stared up at the glaring arena lights, from her back in the center of the ring. She groaned lightly and reached up to rub her forehead which Katie Holmes had been using for an anvil most of the match. Next she reached down to cup her aching tits, which had just taken a full broadside clothesline, sending her to the mat in a heap, leaving her staring at the arena lights.
As Alyssa begins the arduous process of sitting up, she looks around the brightly lit ring, still a bit dizzy from the bell ringer that Holmes had just given her, but she doesn’t see Holmes anywhere. She instead feels Holmes behind her, as her bra pops open, freeing her magnificent tits.
“Whoooboy! Look at them titties!” Katie howls, riling up the capacity crowd. Alyssa ignores the lanky brunette and reaches up to rub her neck as Holmes tours the ring swinging Milano’s discarded boob sling over her head.
After a full lap around the canvas, Holmes zeros in on Alyssa before she can start climbing up to her feet, walking in behind and delivering a knee right between the shoulder blades. “Fawwwkkk!” Milano groans, arching her back and thrusting her superb titties out for the crowd.
As Alyssa tries to turn to her left and climb up off her ass, Katie await behind her, waiting until Alyssa’s weight is completely off center before slamming her open palms into Milano’s ears, sending the busty brunette right back to the canvas, clutching her head.
Katie lowers herself to the mat behind Alyssa, again waiting patiently for the concussed brunette to slide into the perfect position before clamping a choke sleeper on her from behind. Alyssa knows exactly what is happening, but a second late…Holmes winces as Alyssa rakes her forearms, but she keeps the sleeper in place. Alyssa flails from side to side, sending her magnificent chest to and fro, but the veteran Holmes rides the storm, pressing her bare chest into Alyssa sweat slick, bare back. She feels Alyssa’s struggles start to wane a bit. Holmes bites her lower lip, as her own throbbing nipples slide back and forth on Alyssa’s slippery, smooth back, biting off a lusty groan of her own, not willing to show any weakness to the viper wicked foe in her arms.
Katie switches to a more conventional sleeper hold, pressing her arm and thumb into the side of Alyssa’s neck, sending the busty brunette even father into a slumber. Alyssa struggles initially, pulling and tugging at Katie’s elbow.
Feeling Alyssa’s fate is sealed, Katie leans back and wraps her legs around Alyssa’s midsection, squeezing her and adding to the misery.
Katie lets the sleeper loose and grabs Alyssa’s arm, dropping it. The slack arm falls to Alyssa’s side.
To make sure that Alyssa is really out, Katie takes her free hand and slips it down between her and Alyssa, and grabs the back of her wrestling trunks and gives it a vicious pull, wedging Alyssa’s trunks high up her ass. Alyssa slumbers as her spandex climbs higher and higher, until Katie releases her illegal grip on Alyssa’s damp drawers.
Still unsure if the veteran Milano is out, or maybe just showing a kinky streak, Holmes begins toying with Milano’s abused nipples, rubbing the brunette’s sternum before moving her free hand to one of Alyssa’s queens. Katie takes her palm and begins coarsely rubbing the rough skin over Alyssa’s pert nipple, making slow circles, stopping to gently to tweak & twist the tall teats. Sure enough, Milano groans & reaches up, trying to brush Holmes offending digits away from her prizes…. vainly. Holmes continues her soothing assault, and Alyssa’s moaning and groaning grow louder and more forceful.
Even as Alyssa starts to show signs of life, Katie shifts her attack slightly and starts rubbing her bare heel against Alyssa’s nearly unprotected crotch. Alyssa’s groans gather steam, and her eyes flutter open, but Katie reapplies the sleeper, keeping up the crotch massage on the struggling brunette.
Alyssa’s vision starts to fog again, and her ears start to ring. She finally reaches down and slaps Katie’s thigh a few times, croaking “Give! Give!”, but Holmes keeps the sleeper locked tight, rolling to the left and right with the flailing Milano. “It says “knockout” on the contract, not “tapout”. The fog parts slightly for Alyssa, as she realizes that Homes intends to put her down … and then who knows what she might do. In desperation, she reaches back and slips her hand between Katie’s legs and rakes the slender brunette’s crotch, breaking the sleeper hold.
Katie rolls her hips and tries to avoid the cunny rake, but Alyssa’s talons still find Kaite’s defenseless muff and belly. Alyssa digs in her claws and then rips upward, sending Holmes into a “fish out of water” spasm, flopping and cursing like a sailor denied leave. “Faaahking dirty whore!” Katie hisses as she releases Alyssa and lets her crash to the mat like a limp marionette.
Alyssa’s head hits the mat like a watermelon dropped on the grocery floor. Even though she is free from the sleeper hold, and that fucking parasite Holmes, Alyssa is in no shape to do anything other than try and gather her senses. Even after blocking some of the crotch rake, Katie is still steaming mad at not putting the busty brunette away, and it is clear she’s on a mission now. Katie unties the knot on the side of her bikini bottoms and then does the same on the other side, adding, “Time for a little pussy face, wouldn’t you agree?”
Bare assed, Katie pins Alyssa’s arms high over her head, and lets Alyssa get a good view of her skinny ass. “You filthy whore … get that goddamn thing away from me,” Alyssa hisses. Katie only chuckles & lightly brushes her hand across Alyssa’s defenseless tits, bringing her soft teats to full attention. After looking back over her shoulder, she starts backing up the bus.
Alyssa struggles wildly as she is reverse mounted. The brunette breaks one hand free, preventing Katie’s ass crack from swallowing her face, but Katie quickly secures Alyssa hand and continues sliding her ass onto Milano’s face. Milano cries out, but her plaintive whimper is quickly drowned out by Katie's expert application of her tight behind. Alyssa writhes and squirms under Katie’s smothering weight, until Katie tweaks her opponent’s stiff teats, twisting both viciously.
Katie slowly backs it up, letting out a giggle and then a throaty, groan accompanied by a full body shudder as her bare womanhood passes over Milano.
“MOHhhhGawd!” Katie's mumbles, opening her eyes. “Let’s do that again!” Alyssa’s struggles begin to wane as Katie continues to grind herself, treating Alyssa’s face like a combination bicycle seat and scratching post. Katie’s breasts begin to sway to and fro as she hits her rhythm and gathers momentum, climbing toward an inevitable pinnacle. As she gets closer, she slides a finger down between her infinitely long legs to provide a “manual assist”. Her mouth falls open, and she summits soundlessly, soaking up all of the energy. For the ref, Katie adds “You can … count … now,”. Sex sweat dripping from her perfect breasts, she slumps over and slides to the side.
“Gooodgawd,” Katie slurs as reaches over and grabs her recently discarded bikini bottoms. Folding them neatly, she pushes down on Alyssa’s chin and tucks the foul briefs into her opponent’s mouth.
Not leaving the ring without a prize, however, she crawls over and gathers up Alyssa’s swimsuit pieces and smiles to the camera. “These are for my collection.”
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Really fine and exciting, Many thanks.
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Beautiful story thank you for giving us another Emma watson story
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Stellar work, my friend. :D
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Sabrina Bryan vs Kyla Pratt
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Both bikini-clad battlers panted hard for breath, their bodies soaked with sweat as their tumultuous brawl had pushed them both to the very limits of their endurance. Kyla, wiping the stinging sweat from her eyes, made the mistake of turning her back to her opponent, and in that instant, Sabrina called upon the energy to leap onto her rival’s back.
Wrapping her legs around Pratt’s waist, Bryan snaked her left arm tight around the raven-haired beauty’s throat, while she used her right hand to cover Kyla’s eyes. This combination…the weight of her adversary on her back, struggling for breath, and suddenly deprived of the sense of sight…had the effect that the blonde desired, and Pratt went into a panic, suddenly unable to think of what to do to escape. Instead, she staggered and stumbled around the room, the sound of her struggle for breath a combination of wheezing and whining. Now confident that victory was in her grasp, Sabrina smiled.
But that smile proved premature; in a stroke of good luck for Kyra, the brunette found herself backpedaling haplessly, thanks to the weight of Sabrina…and she didn’t stop until she slammed into a wall, with the blonde taking the full brunt of the impact. Bryan’s arms and legs flew open as she slid down the wall to the floor with a pained moan.
Collapsing to all fours, Pratt gulped in precious air to her lungs. Her mind screamed for her to crawl away as fast as she could, to try and gain time to pull herself together. But her battle instincts demanded otherwise, telling her that she had to exploit her newfound advantage, and quickly.
So, still too dazed to stand up, Kyla took advantage of her position and, still on her hands and knees before her rival, she lashed out with her left leg, pressing the arch of her foot with all of the dwindling power she had left in her against Sabrina’s windpipe, crudely choking the embattled blonde. Bryan’s hands clutched at her tormentor’s ankle, while her own legs squirmed in frantic desperation.
Finally, Sabrina found the presence of mind to use her own foot, and she slammed it as hard as she could against Pratt’s rear end, pushing her face first into the floor, momentarily stunning her. The blonde gulped in air and rolled to her side, bracing herself against the wall as she unsteadily climbed back up to her feet. Meantime, Kyla had dragged herself over to the sofa, and was holding onto it as she too stood up.
Now the two combatants faced one another on unsteady legs, their lush bodies trembling from exhaustion, chests heaving as they panted for breath. Suddenly, each let out a raspy roar and flung themselves at one another; there was the sound of wet flesh smashing together, with the subsequent spray of beads of sweat from the impact. Their hands clutched and clawed as they struggled, each giving animalistic grunts between gasps.
Suddenly, Pratt threw a knee up into Bryan’s belly, doubling the blonde over with a whoosh of expelled air. Kyla then grabbed her rival, dipped her knees, and with a snarl of Amazonian determination, she hoisted Sabrina up off of the floor, intent on bodyslamming her back down, and finishing her off.
And she might well have done it, had she made the attempt earlier in the match. But she was simply too physically spent now to accomplish the deed. She stood there with her opponent’s squirming body in her arms, legs threatening to buckle, and she realized she could not carry out her intent. But before she could decide what to do instead, she learned that these precious few seconds of hesitation had given Sabrina the chance she needed, and she seized that chance by balling her fist and smashing it into her adversary’s side. Pratt let out a sharp yelp of pain and let Bryan go, and the blonde instantly retaliated by sinking another fist deep into Kyla’s belly.
Stunned and breathless, the brunette offered no defense as now Sabrina scooped her up. For the span of several heartbeats, it looked as if history would repeat itself, and the blonde would be unable to fulfill her intent to slam her rival. But then with a bellow of rage, Bryan managed to fully lift Pratt up, and then she SLAMMED her to the carpeted floor with senses-shattering force.
Kyla lay there moaning, her eyes glazed and confused. Utterly spent, Sabrina let herself drop down, her body draping over that of her opponent. Pratt whined and squirmed feebly beneath her oppressor, but had nothing left in the tank to throw her off. Atop her foe, Sabrina looked down, for their faces were mere inches away, and she gave a wicked smile and cruelly cackled heh heh heh at her adversary’s helplessness. Tears streamed down the proud brunette’s face as she realized she had been conquered.
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Zendaya Coleman vs Khloe Kardashian
A Finish Her Story
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Zendaya Coleman
5’10” 130lbs 25 y/o
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Khloe Kardashian
5’10” 132lbs 37 y/o
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Zendaya let out an exasperated gasp. Her body flopped to the canvas, limp and useless. Her eyes were closed and her jaw was slack. Her breath was heavy. She slowly began to raise her head. She saw ropes. Something in her mind told her to crawl to them. So, she began to crawl. She dragged her body as far as she could, slowly and painfully. Her legs weren’t cooperating like she wanted them too. They were long, flaccid weights at this point, anchors she would have to drag along with her. Still, she crawled. She crawled for what seemed to her like hours, but in reality it was a couple of seconds at best. She reached out for the rope, and right as her right hand went to grab it… she felt herself whisked backwards. Her chest scraped along the wrestling mat as her right hand stayed extended for a moment. Then, she dropped her head down onto the canvas and moaned. There was more punishment in store for her.
Khloe forcibly brought the young Hollywood star back to the center of the ring. She swayed her hips a bit over the desperate Zendaya, before turning around to face her victim’s butt. Khloe squatted down, took hold of Zendaya’s left leg, and pulled it back at the harshest angle she could possibly form. Zenday’s leg was so long that the sole of her foot practically touched the back of her head. Of course, Zendaya’s screams filled the arena. Khloe yanked so hard that Zendaya’s lower abdomen rose off of the canvas. The actress lifted her hand up, primed to finally tap out… but suddenly Khloe dropped her leg.
“Please…” groaned Zendaya. “No more, please…”
“Sorry babe,” said Khloe. “You’ve got to learn your lesson.”
Zendaya felt Khloe start to wrap her arms around her thighs. She wondered what fresh hell awaited her here. Khloe bent her elbows, completely wrapping up Zendaya’s legs as close to her crotch as possible. Then, she began to pull back. Instantly, Zendaya’s agonized cries echoed throughout the arena. Her body was viciously bent backwards as Khloe applied the counter weight of sitting on her neck. Zendaya’s body rose off of the canvas, but her chest stayed flat. Her legs split out wide. And Khloe continued to pull her backwards. Zendaya’s face contorted in pain. She burst into tears. Khloe slowly began to mount more and more pressure on the young actress’s back. Zendaya went to tap out, but before she could Khloe released her and the actress’s lower half plopped down onto the canvas.
“I’m begging you…” sobbed Zendaya. “Please, make it stop. Make it stop…”
“Not a fucking chance, loser!” responded Khloe.
Khloe stood and put her feet between Zendaya’s. Then, she crossed Zenday’s feet and pulled them between the gap between her own calves. Her feet hooked against them perfectly. Khloe dropped down to her butt and rolled over onto her back, rolling Zendaya with her. Then, the older woman snatched Zendaya’s wrists and used them to pull her taught. Khloe yanked her wrists towards her so tightly that Zendaya’s head became the fulcrum for her body. She screamed and screamed and screamed. The tears flowed. She was a blubbering mess. Khloe kept the hold on, though. Zendaya’s modest, perky cleavage barely held in place in her top.
“I GIVE UP!!!!” begged Zendaya. “OH GOD PLEASE!!!! AHHHHHHH KHLOEEEEE YOU WIN!!! I SUBMIT!!!!”
“Who’s a little fucking loser?” mocked Khloe.
“I AM!!!! OH GOD I’M A FUCKING LOSER!!!” cried Zendaya.
“I said LITTLE fucking loser!” shouted Khloe.
“MEEEEE, I’M A LITTLE FUCKING LOSER!!!” sobbed Zendaya.
“Who has the better ass?” asked Khloe.
“YOU DO!!!” shouted Zendaya.
“Who has the better legs?” asked Khloe.
“OHHHHGAWWWDDDD…. YOU!!!!” squealed Zendaya.
“Who’s the hottest, baddest bitch you know?” asked Khloe.
“KHLOE KARDASHIAN!!!” Zendaya screamed to the heavens.
“And who’s an overrated little loser WHORE?” asked Khloe.
“ZENDAYA COLEMAN!!!” replied Zendaya.
Khloe released her hold and let Zendaya flop down to the canvas again. She quickly rolled up and stuck a knee in Zendaya’s back. She brought her face off of the canvas and leaned in close.
“You fucking suck, you know that?” said Khloe. “I mean of all the disappointments, I thought you’d give me SOMETHING. But you really are fucking useless.”
She clenched Zendaya’s jaw and guided it towards the camera.
“Say it…” said Khloe.
Zendaya’s eyes were barely open. She had a glazed-over look across her face. She had been broken. Plain and simple. In reality she likely didn’t even realize where she was. But Khloe yanked her head back and dug her knee deeper into her spine.
“I’m fucking useless…” said Zendaya.
“Good girl,” replied Khloe, who let her foe’s face finally drop back down to the canvas.
Khloe stood up and planted her foot in Zendaya’s back. Then, she flexed for the cameras and the entire stadium full of people to see. She had conquered Zendaya Coleman. And frankly, it was easy.
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I love this story. Tall slim Zendaya is far weaker and a perfect jobber-
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Daisy Ridley vs Brie Larson
A Finish Her Story
I just wanted to share how much I'm enjoying this series of stories - it's been really great to see the different rivalries, some ongoing storylines with the development of Brie Larson, some fun stories and awesome action. Thank you very much for sharing these stories with all of us here - they are really appreciated. You have serious talent and getting to see it on display definitely makes our day. Can't wait for the next one!
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The Watson Line
Bravo! :D
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yay go Brie!
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Billie Eilish VS Scarlett Johansson
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Billie Eilish was still on her celebrity busting tour, having recently won against such opponents as the King sisters, Selena Gomez, Ariel Winter, and most recently even Katy Perry, a veteran titfighter who was conquered by Billie's tits perhaps the quickest of the lot. The "Disney Destroyer," "The King Slayer", "The Queen of Shit-Talk" were just a few of the nicknames floating around online, the first one in particular due to the young women whom she had been crushing being analogous to the ones you would see on those kind of show and the second one due to her handling of the King sisters, plural and simultaneous. The third was just Billie being Billie. The starlet enjoyed the press she was getting as she browsed the forums online, recently coming across a subreddit devoted to hypothetical celebrity match-ups. One such "battle" she came across more often than the others piqued her interest especially, and so Billie got to work pulling the necessary strings to bring the topic to reality.
The match was nearing twenty minutes, a first for Billie as she had the admire the blonde's tenacity. Both women bounced from opposite sides of the ring, crashing into one another with the momentum generated from the velvet ropes surrounding them. Billie and Scarlett collided, the impact generating an audible clap picked up by the nearby microphone as Scarlet was sent flying backwards onto her ass. Billie sneered as she stumbled back herself, catching herself from falling as she placed her heel behind her. Her large breasts were stuffed into a straining white corset that was much too small for them, which she fondled as she approached one of her favourite titfighting idols. “Call it quits right now and I'll only make you smooch one of ‘em, sugar tits." Billie said, breathing hard as she let her fingers trail the top of her bulging cleavage, inviting Scarlett's eyes to them as the blonde snarled.
"The only rack here that's getting kissed tonight is MINE! Your fat tits don't deserve it!" Scarlett hissed getting to her feet, hiking up her bra strap as she adjusted her scarlet cups. She dodged Billie's next lunge, clipping the side of the young woman's tits as she winced, sidestepping the next pounce as an offensive Billie tried to snag her repeatedly. Scarlett had proven all night that her status as one of the best titfighters in Hollywood was not without its merits.
But haven't you heard? The old crowd were out and there was a new hierarchy being established. This time, when Billie threw herself forward, she anticipated another dodge by Johansson; as the blonde juked Billie's lunge, the singer responded by twisting her body to the right, slamming her tits into Scarlett's as she clipped the blonde's globes with her much heftier hooters. It was a minuscule connection and thus Scarlett didn't lose her balance, but that was exactly what Billie wanted. This time, Scarlett came at Billie, and for almost a minute, the two engaged in a jugg-to-jugg test of strength, as Johansson struggled to put away Eilish's bigger breasts quickly. Both pairs were evenly arched out as Billie had to grit her teeth - Scarlett's famous tits gave it their all as they shoved against Billie's daunting frontage, but the focus on conquering Billie's rack came at the expense of her own reaction time.
With a flash of her porcelain-white teeth, the 20-year-old quickly threw out her arms and wrapped them around ScarJo, reeling the busty blonde into a bearhug as the two women's chests compacted tight. Billie crouched low, positioning her huge breasts below Scarlett's while she tightened her hands behind her straining foe's back. Murmurs washed over the audience like a rush of water as everyone watched the spectacle from the edge of their seats.
On the Jumbotron above, the camera zoomed in on Billie's tits, covered by various sweat droplets completely visible in 4k. Straightening herself, the busty blonde bombshell then slowly forced Johansson's D cups to rise, burying the blonde's flushed face between her own tits in a rare self-smother that shook the stadium! The buxom youth had a look of pure sadism as she pressed her larger endowments against the underside of ScarJo’s famous bust. Johansson squirmed in Billie's tight squeeze as she tried in vain to break out of the hold, but the raven-maned starlet kept Scarlett's tits firmly locked in place with her own. Billie's grin grew bigger as the revelation of what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks - she was conquering Scarlett fucking Johansson with the bitch's own rack. Scarlett could only muffle threats as her nose and mouth were both wedged deep in her own bust, held up uncomfortably by Billie's youthful pair.
"Well, shit - I guess your tits are the only one getting kissed. You know, I could have beaten you a hundred different ways tonight but this... this is my favourite," Billie teased as Johansson screamed into her own cleavage, whatever her retort was lost to time as Billie only blew her a kiss in response, "'cause yours just look so lovely on top of my rack... though, doesn't the top pair usually have the advantage?"
After a few minutes, Scarlett was dropped to the ground, red lipstick topping the center of her bra-clad cleavage as she unceremoniously hit the mat. Billie let out a victorious roar as she breathed hard, huffing and puffing as she listened to the crowd roaring around her, muffled as adreneline coursed through her. She had finally beat someone worth beating. After regaining her breath, Eilish shook her big tits to the crowd, particularly a section that had been pro-Scarlett all night... and watched them suddenly go dead silent as a zoom-in of Billie's cleavage filled the big screen above them. Billie was sure to place her foot square between Scarlett's beloved rack as waves of camera flashes brightened the stadium. After the crowd settled down, Billie removed Scarlett’s bra, twirling it between her fingers by the strap,
“Seriously, this bitch was actually a threat before I got into the game?" Billie asked as she pressed the cups against her own big jugs for an even bigger reaction from the crowd. Billie quickly fastened the bra around her chest, clasping it shut as she spun around for the crowd to see. Scarlett’s bra fit decently on her, though it felt pretty constricting compared to her regular bra. She breathed in deeply, smirking to herself as she heard the straps creak with exertion. She wished Scarlett was conscious to watch her rip apart this cute red brassiere, but she would make sure to send her the video once she was back home. The bra remained strapped as Billie breathed in and out, but the fact that it hadn't ripped yet only got her hotter, "This bra's putting up more of a fight than blondie was," Billie laughed as her fans joined in at Scarlett's expense.
Taking another deep breath, Billie arched her back slowly, watching as her chest expanded outwards towards the audience. The bra groaned louder as Billie's pleasant cleavage deepened, the straps lifting from her pale skin now as it fought to contain Billie's orbs. She continued to arch outward, and then she heard it. She knew the bra couldn't resist her perfect tits forever. The straps finally ripped at the seams as the bra fell from her tits onto the mat. Billie left the pieces on top of Scarlett's face as she left the ring, eager for her next challenge... and she had bigger fish in mind this time.
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But at the end of the day, only one winner can stand. Emily knew on this day it was her turn to stand. She intended to keep it that way.
Excellent work on this encounter, was wondering who might finally step up and hang a L on Brie. Emily's a great choice and a criminally underappreciated fightin' image in my opinion. Suspect Brie's not gonna let that result stand without a challenge for very long though, looking forward to more battles between these two. Throw in Daisy Ridley too, could be a helluva of Round Robin.
~rf
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Is it possible to get a Gal Gadot finish her story against a male opponent?
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Selena Gomez vs Nickelodeon
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Only one more section to this story and Selena sits with a 2-4 record. Can she go unbeaten in this final leg to finish with a winning record? Or did her terrible performance put her in too big of a hole to climb out of? I wonder what Selena's next 3 opponents think of her chances...
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No chance. However well she does against the other two, I don't see her beating Gilllies...
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Perhaps?
Priya (I think her name was?) meets up with Kaley who's wearing that lowcut tight black dress......Talons came up,....Slapping, hair pulling, the dark haired beauty takes total control, rips that lovely dress to shreds, grabs the busty blondes beautiful breasts, squeezes, claws, mauls.....messes up that silky long blonde hair.....AND-? (Well, ya all kinda get the picture right?)
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Great job on all of these recent stories - I've enjoyed them all and they've been spectacular.
I've always thought Ariana Grande would be a really great heel - glad to see this story proves me right in that. That's a really fun story.
Aly Michalka has always been underrated and glad to see her deliver a destroyer-level performance here against Zendaya who is similarly underrated, but not ready for Michalka!
And of course, glad to see Kaley Cuoco - definitely a brilliant fighting image and somebody who we are always happy to see in competition, even if she does win over one of our other favorites in Brie Larson. If we get to see these two taking each other on in another brutal battle soon and if this is the start of a intense rivalry between them, I'm all for it. I'm confident Brie will bounce back sooner rather than later.
Can't wait to see more and thank you for sharing these with us!!
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Hello! Just dropping off some re-uploads, edited and slightly adjusted. Do you think I like Michelle Trachtenberg?
Hope everyone is keeping well and safe. x
Michelle Trachtenberg VS Alyson Hann.igan
Flashback 2003
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Perhaps the one person who was more excited about Michelle Trachtenberg’s birthday, other than Michelle herself, was her fellow Buffy alumni, Alyson Hann.igan. The newly-turned eighteen year old had become somewhat of a hellion on the set of Buffy during the last season, something which had miraculously avoided becoming the talk of the press even years after the show had left the airwaves. Alyson had a smirk across her face as she made her towards the ring a few months following Michelle’s special day, having waited oh-so-patiently for the brunette upstart to finally come of age; she was going to teach her younger woman a lesson in humility that neither actress would soon forget.
At least, that was the plan. Instead, it was now Alyson’s grimacing face that was pressed further against the mat, as the youthful brunette straddled her redheaded adversary as Alyson soon realised she had been hustled. In truth, Alyson wasn’t the first woman to confront the brunette firebrand; a week prior to their confrontation, Michelle had snuffed the breath out of fellow actress Brittany Snow, forcing the blonde’s face between her wondrous derriere in what had been both ladies’ introduction to the world of professional catfighting. Alyson had assumed the young brunette had been nothing more than a all-talk, no-bite braggart, but her presumptions would soon spell her destruction.
For the first half of their confrontation, Hann.igan had been conducting the tempo of the fight. Leaning backwards on the palm of her hands, the redheaded beauty had eventually managed to lock her ankles around Michelle’s slender neck. The muscles in Alyson’s deeply-toned thighs had soon become apparent as she managed to pull the inexperienced - or so she thought - brunette to the floor as Michelle’s forehead rebounded off the carpet. Dazed from the blow, Trachtenberg could only watch as Alyson then fell onto Michelle’s back, cupping her hands beneath her opponent’s head, dug her taut ass against the small of Michelle’s back and pulled. Michelle groaned as her head was pulled upwards at an ungodly angle, eyes fluttering towards the ceiling lights as her body was unnaturally bent into a C-like curvature.
Her lovely breasts continuously threatened to pop out of the tight black tank-top she had worn as her once-modest cleavage grew more noticeable by the second - much to the audience’s satisfaction. She wanted to hike up her top to save herself from the inevitable nip slip she knew would come, but Alyson had the brunette’s arms completely locked down. Michelle shrieked like a banshee as she bucked wildly against the devastating camel clutch, only able to yank one arm free of her imposed contortion after enduring almost five minutes of pure misery. After delivering an elbow to the redhead’s own chin, the fuming Trachtenberg managed to regain a vertical stance as she fixed a narrow-eyed glare on her tormentor. It was from that moment on that Alyson began to rethink her earlier bravado.
"AIIIIEEEEEEE!" the redheaded beauty gritted her teeth sharply as she felt her proud abs beginning to falter. Despite the pain-racked expression evident on Hann.igan’s face, she refused to gift Michelle’s ears with an actual scream.
“You know what’s great about having taken ballet classes?” Michelle asked with a faux smile upon her face as her slender thighs closed in like a boa constrictor around Alyson’s poor midsection, “It makes squeezing short bitches like you an absolute breeze.” She powered down harder, her powerful lower body grinding Alyson’s agonized frame back and forth as the redhead was repeatedly jackknifed by every wicked pulse.
Hann.igan was panting heavily by now, her red locks matted to her forehead as her hands strove desperately to pry apart her tormentor’s unrelenting limbs. Finding her efforts to budge Michelle’s gams proving completely ineffective, Alyson’s head snapped upwards to offer the brunette a venomous glare as she spat at the younger woman,
“You stupid little whore… you’re breaking my ribs-UUUUNNGGGHHH!” She wailed as Trachtenberg bore down even harder, indifferent to the threat she posed to Hann.igan’s body as the redhead’s screams echoed throughout the small penthouse.
“You really should be more respectful towards me, considering the position that you’re in,” Michelle emphasized the slight pause of words with another pulse of her thighs, before unlocking her limbs from around Alyson’s waist and climbing to her feet. The wheezing redhead’s breasts heaved up and down as Hann.igan massaged her throbbing rib cage, fearful that a bone had been misaligned by the crushing power of Michelle’s legs. Meanwhile, the young brunette ran a hand down her smooth thighs as she marveled in her latest conquest, but knew that her work was not quite finished. She knelt downwards and grabbed a fistful of Alyson’s hair, yanking the blonde’s head forward until her defiant eyes met Michelle’s own as she continued to breathe heavily, “If I wanted to do so, I could crush you like a fucking bug and I wouldn’t even break a sweat. But why would I want to end things so abruptly?”
Giving the redhead a forceful kiss on the lips until Alyson began to object via a long, muffled cry, Michelle released Alyson’s hair and let the redhead’s body fall back to earth. Tightening her magnificent backside as she stood glaring over Hann.igan’s prone body, Michelle knew there was only one way to truly demonstrate her superiority. Before Hann.igan could utter an objection, Michelle let herself fall butt-first onto Alyson’s heaving chest, drawing a shrill scream from the redhead as her modest breasts were flattened on impact. Alyson’s legs kicked out frantically as Michelle continued to grind her ass against Hann.igan's modest bust.
“GET O-OFF-F ME!” Alyson screamed as she tried to knock Michelle’s body from atop her, but the brunette’s bodacious booty would not be budged so easily.
“Is that a submission, my dear?” Michelle smirked as she gave Aly a light slap on the cheeks, which were flushed red from both exertion and humiliation from being overpowered by some bitch almost half her own age.
“No, it’s a warning. Get the hell off me right now or next time I’ll show you how hard a real woman’s legs can squeeze,” Alyson growled, her aching chest heaving as venom dripped from each word of her threat, “and unlike you, I wouldn’t dream of letting up!”
“These scrawny little things?” Michelle said exasperatedly as she looked over her shoulder towards Alyson’s flailing limbs, before pressing her butt down harder against the redhead’s lungs, “Please, I’m willing to bet they couldn’t even squeeze a thigh master!”
As both ladies continued to trade off ruthless banter, Michelle he had systematically pinned the older actress’ wrists behind her head as her cold, merciless eyes burned a hole through Alyson’s straining figure, watching Hann.igan’s eyes snap closed from the unrelenting pain the hellcat was subjecting her to. Having weakened the redhead’s body considerably, Michelle was ready to finally bring things to a head. She scooted her butt across Aly’s body until her shorts eclipsed Hann.igan’s face in the wedge of her ass. Alyson continued to wriggle and convulse as Michelle drove the point home that she was not to be trifled with, as Alyson’s pleas disappeared beneath Michelle’s overwhelming posterior. The redhead beat her fists against Michelle’s skull-crushing thighs enclosed around her like a picture frame, until at last Hann.igan’s body was rendered limp beneath the conquering gluteus maximus of her defeater: Michelle Trachtenberg.
Michelle Trachtenberg VS Ariana Grande
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Michelle tapped.
It wasn’t just a simple love tap on her opponents’ thigh, which might have allowed her to save even a little bit of face. She wished she could have been that strong-willed; rather, it was full on bawling-her-eyes-out, bloody-murder-in-her-voice, fists-clenched-in-desperation begging as Michelle drummed on her tormentor’s crushing thighs. She was crying like a little bitch, all the while pleading her adversary for mercy - mercy which never came.
And of all the people to lose to, of course it had to be to such a slip of a woman like Ariana Grande. Michelle had entered the ring as prideful as ever, eager to demolish this cocky little upstart between her powerful legs. Yet, Ariana was the one who ended up controlling the tempo of the fight from the beginning to the end, using the taller woman’s arrogance and predictability to her benefit the entire way.
Speaking of Ariana, the ex-Nickelodeon star had enjoyed every beautiful second of listening to her defeated foe mewl between her amply-toned legs, each minuscule muscle of her gams flexed to their fullest as she squeezed Michelle’s head like a vise. It was such a deceptively powerful headscissors that it even rivaled the leggy brunette’s own. Michelle had barely been able to suck in a breath as Ariana’s legs compressed around her neck, growing tighter with each modicum of air the starlet breathed in. But Ariana was not interested in beating the actress with her own signature move, as hot as it may have been.
Lifting herself upwards, Ariana managed to slither her body forward until she was eclipsing Michelle’s own, as best she could with her smaller, five-foot-nothing frame. This gave Michelle a few seconds of levity, but the brunette already knew that these precious few moments would be her last memories of the night. Ariana gave Trachtenberg an over-the-shoulder look of conceit, flashing her trademark smirk before positioning herself atop the brunette’s face in a devastating face sit. Her tormentor’s satin panty-clad derriere enveloped her vision as Michelle’s facial features were soon enveloped in full. Michelle squirmed beneath Ariana’s domineering ass, yet as hard as she struggled, she was not able to dislodge her rival no matter how hard she bucked. She couldn’t believe how easily Ariana was overpowering her, not expecting the cutesy singer to be able to match with what should have been superior strength.
Mich’s body had twitched for almost a minute as her stubborn, yet admirable, refusal to give up presented itself, but she could only hold her breath for so long. Eventually, her body ceased to move as her slapping hands fell limp and slid down Ariana’s thighs. Making sure her opponent had not played her for a sucker, Ariana then gave her luscious rear end a good long wiggle, both to humiliate Michelle more and confirm the brunette was out like a light. Done, she crawled off of Michelle’s prone body and planted her bare foot across the starlet’s bra-clad breasts, blowing a kiss towards the applauding crowd as she dug her feet deep into Michelle’s rack. She was soon ushered off the stage before she had the chance to return her full attention to her victim.
Michelle Trachtenberg VS Scarlett Johansson
Flashback 2005
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"Uuunnnnggghhh!" Scarlett groaned loudly as she leaned her head back in agony, as the willowy brunette gave her another pulse of her powerful thighs.
Scarlett gulped as she noticed the sadistic glint in Michelle Trachtenberg’s eyes, as the determined brunette crushed her midsection with the squeeze of an cobra. Michelle laughed out loud as she felt the pathetic attempts by Scarlett to pry her legs apart, and took the time to gloat: “You can give in whenever you’re ready, ScarJo,” she offered as she flexed her legs harder, eliciting another loud moan from her buxom opponent. Every minuscule shadow of Michelle’s leg muscles was apparent against the silken tights she wore as the brunette continued to flex.
“Like... hell!” Scarlett grunted in response as she gave up on pulling apart Michelle’s unyielding gams. At the beginning of the fight, she only laughed when Michelle employed her overused body-scissors tactic, figuring it was way too early in the match for the brunette’s legs to do any lasting damage. She ate her words soon enough, as the first flex of Michelle’s infamous thighs squeezed her harder than a toothpaste tube. She had unfortunately underestimated the power of her opponent’s legs, believing that such a cute, lanky girl like Michelle couldn’t possible have any lower body strength. Alas, it felt like Michelle was going to slice her in half with every agonizing pulse.
Knowing the lithe beauty’s crushing thighs were just too strong to separate, the desperate blonde positioned her palms by her sides and pushed upwards against the mat as hard as she could. Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut as she pushed hard. Michelle gasped as she clamped her ballet-trained legs down tighter, but Scarlett managed to power through the increased resistance. As Johansson’s body arches further up, Michelle finds herself unable to maintain her scissors as Scarlett finally breaks free from the brunette’s vice-like grip. Michelle slowly rose to her feet but Scarlett had already beaten her to it; seeking to end the fight early, Scarlett grabbed the Buffy starlet by a fistful of her brunette locks, causing Michelle to let out a shrill shriek. She pawed at Scarlett’s cruel grip on her lengthy hair as the younger woman yanked Michelle harshly to her feet, until the two are standing mere inches from one another.
“Let go, you bitch!” Michelle demanded as her hands flailed, but Scarlett just sneered egotistically as she released Michelle’s hair just in time to shove the blue-eyed brunette into the wall. Michelle hit the wall with a thud as her ass slumped against it. Michelle bit her tongue, refusing to give Scarlett the satisfaction of hearing another cry escape her lips. Scarlett approached her fast, but Trachtenberg was hardly finished fighting back, proving so when she responded to Scarlett’s advancement with a swift kick into the blonde’s midsection, sending the blonde stumbling backwards as she clutched her stomach.
Scarlett tried to punch Trachtenberg, but the latter easily sidestepped the attack, before returning another kick to the blonde’s right leg. As Scarlett knelt down in reaction to the blow, Michelle grabbed Scarlett and, with the grunt of a madwoman, hoisted the ample blonde into the air. Scarlett had no time to be impressed by Michelle’s surprising strength for her thin build, as Michelle immediately smashed her back down over her extended knee. Scarlett groaned loudly as she clutched her near-broken ribs, rolling over on the mat as Michelle strikes a pose to the audience. After watching Scarlett whimper in pain for a solid half minute, Michelle dropped to her knees in preparation for another grueling scissors. Before she could clamp her legs under Scarlett’s waist, the blonde spun around to greet Trachtenberg with an uppercut to her chin. Michelle fell like a lump of bricks onto her back with a soft thud as Scarlett dropped to her knees. She quickly straddled the dainty brunette and employed a devastating camel clutch that forced a loud groan from Michelle’s ruby-red lips.
“Ready to submit, doll?” Scarlett asked as she pulled up on Michelle’s chin, while Trachtenberg hammered the floor with her fists as she strained to buck Johansson from her dominant position.
“Don’t… call… me… doll!” Michelle roared as she struggled mightily. She managed to roll onto her side, sending Scarlett falling off Michelle and onto the mat as both girls lay beside one another. Scarlett tried to crawl away to reclaim her bearings, which Trachtenberg would not allow. The brunette shot over to Scarlett, jumping onto the blonde and listening to an deep grunt escape past the buxom actress's lips as she forced Scarlett onto her back. Pinning the blonde’s wrists behind her head with one hand, Michelle sat on top of Scarlett as she let her free hand wander over towards Scarlett’s heaving, bra-clad breasts.
“"W-What are you doing?” Scarlett demanded to know as she fidgeted beneath the lanky girl. Michelle smiled deviously as her hand clasped Scarlett’s bra strap. With a mighty pull, it snapped it in half as the audience cheered, watching as one of Scarlett’s infamous breasts was released for the world to see. Scarlett screamed as she struggled harder, wanting desperately to cover her exposed breast as the audience stared at her exposed chest.
“Look at the size of these watermelons! You’re so selfish keeping these things hidden all the time!” Michelle said with a haughty expression.
She was genuinely surprised at the size of Johansson’s huge breasts, but tried not to let the audience notice her envying gaze as she snapped the other strap to expose both the blonde’s tits to the crowd. Michelle took the bra and flung it into the audience behind her, as a flurry of men - and women - reached out to claim it. She pulled Scarlett back to her feet, spinning her around and wrapping her long arms around Scarlett’s naked breasts as she applied a crushing belly-to-belly bearhug. If Scarlett thought the leg scissors was painful, she took it back as she arched her back instinctively. Michelle’s arms had Scarlett’s own trapped underneath them, so Scarlett could only squirm as she was squeeeezed in Michelle’s killer grip as the cruel brunette pulled her closer.
“Ughhhhhh!” Scarlett moaned as Michelle shifted her feet so she could adjust her hold. Scarlett’s breasts squished against Michelle’s body as Michelle tightened the hold, so close to squeezing Scarlett into submission. The blonde groaned loudly as she threw her head back, as Michelle momentarily lifted the shorter actress off her feet as she dug her arms against the small of Scarlett’s back. Scarlett knew she had to act now or else she would be tapping any second. Using all her strength, she gritted her teeth as she lifted her head forward until she staring straight into Michelle’s confident eyes. Trachtenberg, sensing what Scarlett was trying to do, tightened the hold even more as Scarlett let out another groan. Beads of sweat glistened between the canyon of Scarlett’s cleavage as she fought through the back-breaking bearhug Michelle was applying, and snapped her head forward into Michelle’s face as the latter cried out, immediately breaking the hold as she stumbled backwards.
“Fucking bitch!” Michelle shrieked as Scarlett breathed deeply again.
As Michelle’s hands scoured her face for any signs of damage, her eyes widened as Scarlett came at her fast, her hand clasping around Michelle’s throat as the brunette choked out a gasp. A swipe of Johansson’s legs into Trachtenberg’s own knocked the brunette on her ass. Michelle scuttled back but hit the wall as Scarlett came at her. The blonde dropped to her knees and she straddled Michelle’s body, that glint of confidence that was in Michelle’s eyes earlier now in Scarlett’s own. “I gave you a chance to submit, hun,” Scarlett reminded the brunette as Michelle bucked her hips wildly, “but now I’m glad you didn’t, because you reminded me of my two greatest assets.” With that, she plunged her secret weapons down over Michelle’s quivering, wide-eyed face to a huge reaction!
"Mmmmmmppppphhhhhh!!” Michelle grunted into Scarlett's rack as her face was eclipsed by the blonde’s big juggs. Michelle tried to push Scarlett off of her, but the blonde’s bigger frame was not easy to budge. Scarlett wrapped her legs around Michelle’s own as the lithe beauty moaned loudly into Johansson’s perfect breast smother.
“I may not have super strong legs like yours, Mich, but I sure do have way better - and bigger - breasts, don’t I?” Scarlett giggled as she teased the panicking girl beneath her, “Having some trouble breathing? I can’t hear you! Actually, I can’t even see you with my huge tits covering your cute little face.”
Michelle mumbled something into Scarlett’s cleavage, but not even her words could escape the enveloping smother Scarlett’s bosom was giving her. Michelle’s arms flexed as she pushed against Scarlett’s shoulders, trying to separate Johansson’s juggs just enough so she could breathe in a gulp of air. God, how she couldn’t breathe. Her face was lodged against Scarlett’s cleavage impossibly tight as she struggled for breath, but Scarlett was hell-bent on not letting her have any. Her strength was waning as the giant breasts denied her air, and her fruitless shoves against Scarlett’s bosom were only getting weaker by the second. Scarlett managed to tighten her hold even more when she wrapped her hands around Michelle’s head and forced her face even further into her engulfing cleavage. Michelle can feel the beads of sweat against her as they trickle down Scarlett’s air-tight cleavage.
Michelle’s shoves quickly became pathetic taps as she finally let darkness swallow her into unconsciousness, her head becoming limp as Scarlett let her drop to the mat. She waved to the audience as she drew in the sounds of her victory, her breasts still resting against the defeated Trachtenberg’s face.
Michelle Trachtenberg VS Alison Brie
Flashback 2003
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Michelle crossed her legs as she leaned against the turnbuckle. Her forehead was lined with a thin layer of perspiration as her modest breasts heaved up and down. In the centre of the ring laid her groggy opponent, Alison Brie, laying on her back as her partially ripped bra revealed a sneak preview of her bountiful 32C breasts. As the crowd cheered her name, Michelle noticed the subtle movement of her opponent’s arm, as the dazed Brie struggled to return to her feet. The audience soon picked up on the latter brunette’s admirable perseverance, while Michelle simply licked her rose-hued lips in elation towards the revived challenge.
“Looks like she’s not quite out yet, boys!” Michelle sneered as she batted her doe eyes to the surrounding audience, “Well, if she’s not going to fall asleep, let’s wake her up.”
After her vague threat, the leggy brunette turned around and hung precariously over the ropes. Her close-nit fans stood at the base of the ring, chanting her name above the rest who watched further in the stadium. She swiped the unconsumed beer from one of her fan’s hands, while consciously gifting the surprised gentlemen a view of her subtle cleavage as an apology. Michelle then threw her head back, arching her lovely breasts out in the process as she downed half of the bottle in one fluid shot without wasting a drip, with enough speed to put any frat boy to shame. She wiped her lips clean of the beverage as the audience continued their applause.
“Hey. if you want another beer, take it up with Alison here!” Michelle yelled back to him as she made her way to Brie, who was using the ropes as leverage to pull herself back to a vertical stance. Without hesitation, Michelle let the rest of the ice-cold liquid drain into Alison’s own bountiful cleavage, to the shock of the entire audience. Michelle’s laughter overtook the audience’s as she jested, “Not my fault the poor girl can’t even hold her liquor!”
Alison gasped from the sudden frigidness, and swatted the bottle from Michelle’s hands as the beer dripped from her breasts to the mat. She attempted to tackle Michelle, but the taller brunette simply flexed her toned gams to prevent Alison from budging her more than a couple feet back. Brie pouted as she fought against Michelle with all her might, the humiliation at having her chest exposed and then drenched by the older brunette fueling her adrenaline; yet, despite her seething anger, Michelle was proving to be quite the powerful adversary, forcing the ex-Community actress’ wrists back as the two engaged in a contest of strength. Both ladies’ foreheads touched as they glared at each other in the eyes with a look of hate, Alison’s legs buckling while Michelle simply blew a loose strand of hair from her eyes.
Eventually, Michelle tapped into a hidden pool of strength as she pulled Brie forward by her wrists, using the momentum to impact Alison’s stomach with her left knee. Alison doubled over, which Michelle used to her advantage to pull the former brunette’s ducked head into her cleavage. Alison squirmed as she fought for air, her legs twitching violently as her pleading was muffled by the Buffy alumni’s modest breasts. Eventually, Alison’s breathing became softer as her legs grew limp, and Michelle soon dropped her to the mat as soon as Brie’s last breath touched her heaving chest.
With Alison unconscious again, Michelle hiked up her own bra, which had fallen just enough to expose a nip, as she planted a foot on the liquor-stained rack of her latest conquest.
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As one might guess, I myself can never get enough Michelle around these parts. Magnificently done, Nicole!
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As one might guess, I myself can never get enough Michelle around these parts. Magnificently done, Nicole!
What a great series of stories and thank you very much for sharing them with us, Nicole! It's great to see you writing here again and getting to experience your talent is pretty fantastic! :)
And of course, nothing wrong with more Michelle. She is a great fighting image and we definitely hope seeing more in the future. Thanks again for this amazing thread and all of the brilliant tales being told within!
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Goddamn. Love it.
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I would like to read a story with Ashley dominating squashing humiliating slim Zendaya.
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Ariel Winter vs Emma Watson
A Messy Finish Her Story
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Ariel Winter
5%u20191%u201D 134lbs 38-38-34 32D 24 y/o
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Emma Watson
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Emma wondered how it came to this. Wrestling some ensemble sitcom cast member for clout. She knew Ariel Winter was dangerous. Hell, one look at her curves told Emma everything she needed to know about how brutal a fight this was going to be. But she was Emma fucking Watson. She should be fighting Kristen Stewart, Scarlett Johansson, Margot Robbie%u2026 not some tv star on a show that wasn%u2019t even airing anymore. And certainly not in some mud hole in the middle of nowhere with a crowd drunk on warm beer hooting and hollering at them. But, three straight losses to Chloe Moretz, Mila Kunis, and Kiernan Shipka had forced her to take a fight she wouldn%u2019t normally take.
She felt she had done well considering the circumstances. The thick mud had lent itself to Ariel%u2019s style. Emma%u2019s normally quick and agile plan of attack was hindered while Ariel was able to get in close. Winter had taken Emma down to the mud at least six times while Emma hadn%u2019t been on top once. Still, she had been able to slip out from under her heavier foe each time. She knew what Ariel was trying to accomplish. Hell, everyone in the audience knew. Ariel wanted to plant Emma%u2019s face under her enormous chest and smother out the British movie star. So far that had been avoided.
The two women stood, Emma%u2019s back coated with mud. Ariel looked relatively clean next to her opponent, though still sported some mud-caked shins and forearms. A smattering of mud was across both of their faces and fronts, but not much. They sunk about ankle deep into the muck, each step forward took significant effort for the worn down women. Their arms hit one another%u2019s shoulders. Ariel ducked underneath Emma%u2019s and let her body slam forward. With twenty pounds of advantage, she charged forward through the mud, forcing Emma%u2019s feet through it. The British celebrity however had chosen her moment. She bent her knees and snapped her hips, tossing a shocked Ariel down to the ground.
*SPLAT*
Emma pounced. She laid her body flat across Ariel%u2019s and moved her hands up to the other woman%u2019s palms. She pinned her down, but Ariel quickly bucked her hips up, rolling Emma onto her back. Emma%u2019s eyes widened. She felt her hands sink deep into the mud. Ariel stretched her out. The moment that everyone had been waiting for happened. Ariel%u2019s massive chest covered Emma%u2019s entire face. The two women struggled a bit in the mud, but Emma was firmly pinned. She didn%u2019t have the strength to overcome a 20 pound difference. The back of her head sunk into the mud as the weight of Ariel%u2019s chest pressed down. The crowd lost their minds as Ariel proudly smirked, puffing her chest out to fully encapsulate Emma. She continued to spread out her arms, really making sure she let the Brit know who was on top. The pinned woman tried to thrust her hips up, but Ariel refused to be bucked. She planted Emma%u2019s hips back down into the mud, sinking her ass down. This gave Emma just a little bit of space though, and she was able to turn her head. The left side of her face sunk into the mud as it poured into her nostril and mouth. Ariel soon realized she was no longer smothering her opponent%u2026 and that just would not do.
Yanking Emma up off of the ground, Ariel wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in tight. Emma was able to move to the side a bit, but she still felt her body crushed between Ariel%u2019s arms and torso. She moved her hands, covered with mud, up to Ariel%u2019s face and began to push. The mud ran into the American%u2019s eyes and Emma felt the grip loosen. She began to slide down her opponent%u2019s curvier body until she fully fell to the ground, slipping free. Ariel reached down for Emma%u2019s hair, but the Brit quickly acted. She took Ariel%u2019s ankles in her hands, and pulled. Winter%u2019s body flopped backwards at an instant ninety degree angle and her back splatted into the mud again.
Watson once again quickly moved. She got to her feet and stood over Ariel. Bending over, she began to slap Winter%u2019s face back and forth. The sitcom star kicked her foot up, hitting Emma on the back of her right knee, which buckled and dropped into the mud. Emma quickly snapped her hands to the ground, they sank up to her wrists, but she was able to balance herself. Ariel%u2019s hands flew up, clasping Emma%u2019s on the back of the head. She began to pull down. Emma gritted her teeth as she felt her neck strain. She tried to get her right foot under her and push upwards with her hands. Still bent over, she had to try to power out of Ariel%u2019s grip. Her body shook with effort. She couldn%u2019t rise any more though. They were stuck in a stalemate, neither woman willing to give in. Ariel%u2019s power pouring down on her neck, Emma let out a long, whiny moan as she tried to fight off the pain.
Eventually though, Emma felt her head begin to dip. Her right knee sank back down into the mud. Her body slowly began to flatten out. Her face dropped perfectly dead-center into Ariel%u2019s cleavage. Ariel Winter had overpowered her yet again. Emma%u2019s hands uselessly slipped off of Ariel%u2019s shoulders as she tried to push herself up. There was no grip to get, though. And with every passing moment Emma%u2019s attempts to free herself became weaker. She laid down completely flat across Ariel%u2019s body now, which made it incredibly easy for Winter to flip their positions. Emma%u2019s back once again sank in the mud while her hands desperately slid off of Ariel%u2019s shoulders.
%u201CNo escape this time,%u201D Ariel mocked. %u201CYou might be a big deal out there. But when it comes to in here, you%u2019re fucking mine!%u201D
Emma%u2019s muffled moans and pathetic attempts to free herself eventually subsided. Her body went slack. Ariel lowered Emma%u2019s head down into the mud before peeling her magnificent cleavage off of her face. Ariel sat up, put her hands on her hips and beamed at the crowd. It was messy, but it was one hell of a win.
Great. Emma foughts bravely but Ariel is to heavy and far stronger.
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Epicly excellent work, my friend! And I particularly appreciate your use of the criminally underused Brenda Song. ;D
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I do enjoy when Aeril Winter bullies the smaller girls with her heavy duty assets. Very nice!
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Loved the Kunis Miley match. Would like to see more matches with those results.
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New idea for a series, I'll add to it as I go but just wanted to share the artwork:
Ariel's Mud Pit
Ariel Winter established her dominance against Emma Watson in the mud pit. Now it's hers to rule over. She'll face challenger after challenger until one of them can finally unseat her as Ruler of the Pit. But Ariel won't give up her title easily...
I'm all for this! Will look forward to seeing Ariel's rule over the Mud Pit. I'm sure she'll have no shortage of spectacular and tough challengers, but long may she reign. Can't wait to read this series! :) Keep up the awesome work!
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FLASHBACK 2004: Scarlett Johansson vs Sayuki Matsumoto
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One of the reasons why Scarlett was so keen to take the co-starring role in 2003's "Lost in Translation" was because she had already emerged as the hottest new phenom in the Hollywood celeb catfighting circle, and she was anxious to pit herself against some of Tokyo's best. Much to her delight, she found herself running through Japan's top fighters, dominating and humbling them so utterly, she was soon dubbed "Bokun Gaijin"...the Tyrant Foreigner.
Now, a year later, the golden-maned beauty has returned to the Land of the Rising Sun...but the Japanese are confident they are ready for her. For in the year since, a phenomenon of their own, Sayuki Matsumoto, has risen to the peak of the catfight mountain, and her devotees are confident that she will hand the American the defeat she so richly deserves.
And in what proves to be a ferocious battle, Sayuki comes close to victory, and more than once. But each time, Johansson manages, however narrowly, to turn the tide. Now, as both buxom beauties are pushed to the very limits of their physical endurance, the American has regained the upper hand; Matsumoto is on her knees, as Scarlett stands behind her. Placing a foot against her Japanese rival's spine, the blonde grabs the straps of Sayuri's bikini top, and Johansson then begins pulling them with all of her dwindling might.
"AIIIEEEEEE!!!" the raven-tressed beauty shrieks. "Watashi no mune...itami! ITAMI!" she yowls in her native tongue, as her 36DDs are agonizingly crushed by her own halter cups! The whimpers and wails of her adversary brings a cruel smile to Johansson's lips, and she begins to cackle with sinister delight. "When I'm done with you, sweetheart," she cruelly purrs, "You'll be an A-cup!"
Suddenly, the garment can take the demands placed upon it no longer, and with the sound of ripping fabric, the bra is yanked away. Scarlett stumbles backward several steps, but manages to remain upright. The blonde then rushes at her still kneeling foe, raises her right leg, and presses her foot to the back of Matsumoto's head, pushing her downward until her face slams into the penthouse's carpeted floor. The Asian lay there face down, stunned and moaning, as the blonde drops to her knees alongside her. Scarlett then shoves the mewling Sayuki over onto her back and mounts her, sitting atop her belly.
A smirk firmly affixed to her face, the American removes her own bikini top, and then presses herself downward, her own 36DDs, freed of their constraints, envelop the sweaty face of her rival. Matsumoto's muffled whines can be heard as her features disappear within the canyon between the blonde's 'girls'. The victim feebly squirms beneath her tormentor, but is now too battered and spent to put up any sort of struggle.
Barely a minute later, Johansson rises up to reveal her opponent now slumbering and vanquished. Standing up, the blonde triumphantly places a foot upon the heaving bosom of the beaten Matsumoto, and even the many in the audience who had been fervently hoping for Scarlett's defeat can't help but jump up and applaud her tremendous victory, and they chant, "Bokun Gaijin! Bokun Gaijin!"
But in whatever last flickering thoughts Sayuri now has, there is only one that pierces her daze: She will have her revenge someday!
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I love it! Miley deserves to be on top!
There's nothing good about being described as a sexual predator and I didn't intend for my story to come off that way. I think I need to take a break from this place if that's how my stories are coming off.
I took it to mean more towards her being sexually dominant. Miley tends to own any sexual fight she is in, from what I've encountered on stories on here. I don't think it was meant to be taken in that bad a connotation. Maybe predator was the wrong descriptor, haha.
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New idea for a series, I'll add to it as I go but just wanted to share the artwork:
Ariel's Mud Pit
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Ariel Winter established her dominance against Emma Watson in the mud pit. Now it's hers to rule over. She'll face challenger after challenger until one of them can finally unseat her as Ruler of the Pit. But Ariel won't give up her title easily...
This is great, really enjoyed it
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All hail the Walking Dude! Having noticed how little love the "Finish Her" thread has gotten lately, he's contributed three new pieces for our enjoyment!
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“How long have you been down there now?” Melissa sounded breathless, yet happy as she settled
a little deeper in her seat. “Two minutes? Three minutes? Just go ahead and give up, honey. Everyone here
knows you're fin--”
That last word devolved into an angry growl as the pinned blonde gouged her nails into the meat
of her attacker's thighs. The grimace that flashed across Barrera's face confirmed it was a painful
technique, unfortunately for Samara Weaving it the the only offensive card she had left to play,
considering the point of her chin was wedged deep in the fork of her attacker's crotch, a position it had
occupied for closer to five minutes at the time of Melissa's question.
“Gonna have to do better than that, slag.” the Aussie import shifted one shoulder and then the
other in a vain effort to throw Barrera from her perch. “It'll take more than some lazy trash talk and the
weight of your sloppy ass to submit NNNNNHHHHHHH!”
Melissa released her holds on the blonde's wrists, flattened her hands into paddles and delivered
several sharp slaps to her forehead and cheeks before shifting her focus farther south to unleash the same
rough treatment on Weaving's flanks, belly and thighs! Samara hissed and writhed like a snake with a
broken back, her escape efforts intensifying even as she burned through more and more of her reserves to
implement them. Smiling through it all, Melissa abruptly brought her thighs together tight enough to
smoosh her foe's pretty features in a demoralizing 'fish-face'. In the next instant she grabbed a double
fistful of flaxen follicles and bounced the back of Weaving's skull against the luxurious carpet.
“Something about your face raises really difficult questions, ya know?” she asked loudly enough
to earn a chuckle from the two dozen or so witnesses in attendance. “Like, should I slap it senseless? Or
sit on it until you cry?”
Weaving planted the balls of her feet and bridged as high as she could while simultaneously
gouging her fingers into the brunette's encroaching thighs. “Tuff talk, bitch. We both know you're just
stalling for time because you're too weak to put me awHHMMMPPPPHH!”
A smatter of polite clapping (which would've been uproarious cheers in a less restrained venue)
when Barrera thrust her hips forward and down, the dark eyed brunette glowing with confidence as she
buried Samara's mouth and nose beneath the center of her dark green briefs. She held her there for a count
of five, more than enough time to smile for those in attendance while also delivering a few taunting
smacks to Weaving's sweat-slicked pate. The smothering ended as quickly as it started, Melissa rolling her
hips backward just far enough to let Samara get a few gasping breaths.
“What was that?” she chirped at the tiring bendy-back.
“Aye...aye said get your fat ass offa mEEEEERRRMMMMMPPPHHHH!”
The tide came in again, Barrera spreading her knees a little wider to ensure Samara carried even
more of her weight.
Ten seconds elapsed before Melissa drew away.
Weaving's fingers weren't gouging anymore, now they were wriggling and reaching, searching for
any purchase that offered more safety than the brunette's thighs. They were still searching for sanctuary
when Barrera took hold of her rival's wrists and tossed them to the carpet with a satisfied smile. She
withdrew again, or rather, she raised her hips just enough for the defenseless blonde to gulp down a little
more oxygen. “Ready to submit to my fat ass, chica?” Melissa asked softly. “Or do you want to play
another round of got your nos--”
“Fuck you, bitch.” Weaving rasped in useless defiance. “When I get out of here I'll
MMMMMRRRPPPPPPHHH!”
Barrera sealed her off again, the vindictive brunette making a point to bounce in her seat at least
half a dozen times before she set her hands on her hips. “Submit!” Weaving's answering squeal was
muffled to the point of incoherence, yet it must've possessed enough sass to irk Melissa because she
delivered a swift open-handed slap to the blonde's forehead! “I said submit, bitch!”
Damned if Samara didn't bring her hands up one more time, the spent battler fighting to rake her
signature across Barrera's thighs with what little she had--“HHHHAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
This muffled sob was immediately preceded by a soft thwhap and a followed by a murmur of
sympathetic anguish from the guests, though a few of the more brazen voiced their approval when
Melissa reached back with her right hand and clamped down on the center of Samara's sporty purple
briefs.
“Turns out my nails are sharper too!” Barrera taunted as Weaving began slapping the carpet with
both hands. “You done, honey?”
“YESH!” Weaving's assent was a miserable whine.
Just like that, the tide rolled out and Samara could breathe again.
“Say it again.” Barrera demanded after a few seconds of silence. “I want everyone to hear.”
“You mean slut, I said I'm done, just get your ass offa MEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOHHHHH
STAAAAHP!”
Melissa didn't smother, now she squeezed, the brunette attacking her foe's undercarriage with
malicious, white-knuckle relish. “Say it! Say it and I will!”
“I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT DAMN YOU, NOW LET GOOOOOOOO!”
Melissa gave the claw grip a final squeeze-shake, then let loose with a flourish and got to her feet,
one of which she promptly placed atop the blonde's chest. “Next time I won't let go until you've passed
out.” Barrera promised after she'd tucked some loose strands of hair behind one ear. “If you've got enough
guts for there to be a next time, that is.”
She drove a mean little stomp into Weaving's belly as punctuation, leaving the exhausted blonde
curled up on one side and sucking wind while the victorious ingenue strolled around the room to accept
the praises of her rapidly-growing fan base.
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Kira Kosarin squeezed hard enough to grind Emily VanCamp's teeth and deepen the worrisome
flush on her face, so the blonde re-crossed her ankles and responded with a prolonged constriction that
rewarded her with a puff of the brunette wunderkind's breath against the seat of her briefs.
Silence reigned in the bedroom for several seconds before Kosarin huffed, “Can't squeeze as hard
as me, old girl.
Emily, who'd actually had her jaw dislocated by a Nina Dobrev Sleeper at the height of their
rivalry, scoffed as brazenly as possible for a fighter whose chin was wedged in the southern curve of her
opponent's backside. It would've stricken any listener as a a desperate, incredulous sound if not for the
fact that Kosarin's chin was similarly trapped, her features just as flushed and cramped by the mutual
Headscissors that'd slowed this formerly frenetic bedroom clash to a crawl for the last tfive minutes.
Blonde and brunette were stretched out on the bed in a north-south arrangement, both leaning
heavily on shoulder and hip. Emily's face was pointed toward the audience which she didn't much care for
because it meant they'd watched her coloration shift through various stages of pink and red with every
flex of Kira's formidable thighs and glutes. Silver lining, Kosarin's ass was pointed the same way, thus
ensuring those in attendance saw those cheeks go from hot to downright scalding courtesy the furious
fusillade of slaps Emily had heaped upon them since the stalemate began.
Of course her own ass probably looked much the same (it certainly felt that way) but it wouldn't
matter as soon as she freed herself from Kira's monstrous gri--“HHHHHHRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
VanCamp whined like teakettle when the brunette delivered three rat-a-tat slaps to her ass, then snatched
hold of the blonde's lycra waistband and yanked it northward by six or seven inches!
“Don't you ignore me, bitch.” Kosarin warned in the midst of her cheeky punishment. “You don't
tap out right now, I'll just crack your fat head like a walnut, then sit on whatever's still conscious enough
to screaAAARRRHHHH SHIT!”
Emily didn't retaliate with her own wedgie, instead she put even more pressure on the
Headscissors, then hooked her fingers into the deep crease separating Kosarin's thighs from her glutes and
squeeze-pulled like she meant to tear meat from bone!
“I'd be careful of the threats, little girl.” VanCamp snarled over the sounds of Kira's anguish.
“Otherwise there's no telling where I might decide to sit once your skinny legs give
OOOOOOWWWWW YOU BITCH!”
Rather than work the blonde's wedgie any higher or deeper, Kosarin let loose so she could raise
immediate welts with a round of quick, merciless pinching targeting Emily's mostly bare buns. Now,
pinching wasn't illegal in these sort of bouts, however it was considered unseemly at best and an outright
bitch move at worst. Not that this bothered Kira in the slightest. In her experience the only genuine 'bitch
move' was finishing a match with a faceful of ass and that's exactly what she meant to visit upon the faux-
hard case as soon as she extricated herself from these goddamned Headsciss--“OH YOU TACKY
CUNMMMMMMRRRRRPPPPPHHHH!”
All of Kosarin's plans came to ruin the instant VanCamp hooked both thumbs into the hips of her
briefs and yanked down instead of up! The brunette had prepared herself for a retaliatory wedgie or
pinching, it'd never occur to her that Emily might try to strip her bare in front of everyone. Yet that's
exactly what the blonde did and Kira forgot all about the Headscissors in the desperate scramble to pull
her bottoms up. This proved a calamitous mistake as Emily prized loose and immediately rolled into
position atop her younger foe, the big blonde powerhouse rising to her knees and
leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaning all the way back to segue from Headscissors to Reverse Face Sit in the span
of heartbeats!
Kira went wild when Emily took her seat, the brunette bucking and thrashing and writhing to get
out from beneath the seal of blonde backside. No such luck though, VanCamp had tucked her right shin
into the pit of her left knee to secure a sort of Figure Four that kept Kosarin's features lodged deeply in the
blonde's haunches. Didn't stop her fighting though, indeed she keened even louder and whipped both legs
up for a desperation counter-Scissor around Em's neNO!
VanCamp snagged a calf in each hand, but rather than go for the traditional Reverse Matchbook
she bundled both of Kosarin's legs under her left arm so that the right was free to-- smack-smack-smack-
smack-SMACK! The blonde was all icy smiles and knowing nods as she alternated slaps between
the younger catfighter's upturned buttocks.
Kira squealed, then slapped and scraped her tormentor's tush but she'd lost all her leverage, every
little squeeze-bounce from the blonde drew her in a little deeper and that didn't even factor in the pain and
humiliation of those undefended slaps.
“Nice bikini, cutie.” Emily chided as she politely tugged Kira's bottoms back into place. “Bet it
would look even better on a winner.”
Kira answered this slight with a growl and several of the strongest slaps she could muster. They
succeeded in bringing a frown to VanCamp's face but that was about all. In fact the veteran was smiling
more brightly than ever when she put her thumb and forefinger together and said, “Oh yeah, I found
these earlier. I think they belong to you.”
She returned Kosarin's pinches with butt-puckering interest, Emily doing everything in her
considerable power to add a constellation of shame to the dull red firmament that'd she'd already made of
Kira's ass.
Eventually Kira shifted from slapping buns to swatting thighs and pounding mattresses, the
exhausted brunette determined to tap out before she passed out in that callipygian crusher. VanCamp
either didn't notice or didn't acknowledge the submission, in fact Kosarin had been little more than a bar
stool for almost twenty seconds when the blonde finally tossed her opponent's legs aside.
Vacating the bed without comment, Emily slipped into a robe and helped herself to a celebratory
flute of champagne before she planted a smooch to her fingertips and transferred it to Kira's cheek with a
condescending little pat.
“Pinch my ass again and you'll eat your bottoms the next time we fight.” VanCamp said cheerily.
“That's a promise, candy ass.”
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From a distance they could've been mistaken for old friends who hadn't seen one another in a very
long time. After all they stood face to face with their chests pressed together and lips brushing the other's
ear, the whole tableau held together by a mutual crisscross hug that saw one arm thrown over the
recipient's shoulder and the other slipped beneath her armpit. Of course even at a distance it would've
struck you as some sort of bizarre performance art installation, as such embraces were usually not enacted
by women in identical black bikinis and when by chance such attire was worn for such an embrace, it
probably took place on the sand of a beach volleyball court, not within the confines of a Plexiglas
container no bigger than a phone-booth that was itself set in the center of a sweeping green lawn with a
view of a densely wooded copse of trees and the line of distant mountains as a backdrop.
Still, watching from a distance was sure to leave anyone feeling confused and vaguely surreal. A
closer inspection brought clarity: Each woman had a hand buried deep in the hair just above the nape of
the other's neck, the shine of their eyes and the set of their jaws promised threats rather than shared
memories and then there were the occasional frenetic bursts as the tangled brunettes slammed one another
into a wall or corner with enough force to make the whole installation thrum like a tuning fork. Such
impacts were almost always punctuated with a flurry of Kneelifts delivered to belly, thighs and hips. Yes,
this was a Booth Battle, one that Troian Bellisario and Daisy Ridley waged for the right to leave hailed as
the winner while the loser remained huddled inside clutching her devastated belly until the moon shone
high overhead.
“You're mine now.” Daisy huffed after their latest skirmish left Troian wedged into the back left
corner of the now sweltering booth. The Englishwoman was exhausted, she felt like she'd been through a
knife fight with nothing but her knuckles and knees, but it was all worth it now because she had
Bellisario's butt stuffed in place with nowhere to go and nothing to do but soak up more hurt. All she had
to do was get her right leg unhooked from the American's left. Instant she did that she'd drive her knee
into Troi's crotch until she sobbed for mercy or crumpled to her butt in a trunk-shocked stupor.
Only problem at present was Bellisario's stubborn refusal to let loose.
Daisy growled, leaned in and drove her left knee up into the other brunette's hip but she only
managed one shot before Troian raised her right shin to block more blows. Tightening her grip on the
other brunette's hair, Ridley jerked backward to bounce Troi's noggin against the Plexiglas with an audible
BWUNK. Troi moaned and Daisy pressed even closer to remind her there was no where to go. “Cry it
out.” she demanded. “Tell them all you're finished or I'll put my knee so deep in your crotch you'll
HHHRRRRMMMHHH!”
Bellisario's left hand, which had been tugging at the frayed clump of Ridley's battle bun, suddenly
extricated itself and clamped down across her opponent's mouth and nose! The Briton's dark eyes went
wide before narrowing to furious slots, then going wide all over again when Bellisario slipped her left leg
loose and THUMPED the point of that knee up between her thighs!
Ridley shivered from stem to stern and that was all the opening Troi needed to bull-rush her across
the narrow confines of the booth for another resounding collision with the opposite corner! Reeling from
the pair of impacts, Daisy thought, “Forget about the smother, you can't let her--” Then thought
disappeared in a white-hot explosion of anguish as Troi pumped that hateful knee into her crotch three
more times.
Credit the conditioning and will of Daisy Ridley, she should've been flat on her ass after soaking
up such focused abuse, yet she managed to stay upright in the clinch until Bellisario hooked a foot behind
her left ankle and yanked it out from underneath.
Landing on the grass sent a shiver up her spine, though admittedly it was far less painful than the
blows that'd sent her crashing down in the first-- Troi whipped around, braced her hands against the walls
of the booth and swung her hips into Daisy's face as hard as she could! There was too much wind-up and
not enough repetition to call her technique Twerking, though that's what rose in the minds of many guests
when Bellisario dipped her knees and continued to push backward in a concentrated effort to crush
Daisy's head between her buns and the booth.
“Why don't YOU cry it out, princess?” Troi grunted as she worked her hips from side to side.
“Tell 'em you're finished before my ass knocks you the hell out!”
“FUCK YOU!” Ridley's reply was understandable more by volume and tone rather than actual
cogency as one cheek was pressed pale-flat against the booth and the other was smooshed by Bellisario's
own invading cheeks. She tried to push at the American's hips but the angle was awful and it wasn't long
before she resorted to scraping and swatting at Troi's thighs.
Lips set in a thin, pale line, Troian grabbed hold of Ridley's wrists and held on tight while she
withdrew her hips just far enough to deliver another half dozen 'peach punches' to the seated fighter. “You
want to change your tone?” she snapped. “That's WAY too much attitude for someone with their cheek
against my ass.”
Ridley pounded an angry heel against the grass, the fire of those low blows had cooled into a
leaden nausea that seemed to radiate from her center in all directions. “Tuuuhhhh... take that sack of wet
mice elsewhere.” she growled. “You won't intimidate me with that shitTEERRRGGHAARRHHHHH!”
Bellisario grabbed a handful of hair and wrenched Daisy's head forward to stuff her face-first into
those grinding glutes! Grabbing hold of Daisy's wrists again, Troi let the Englishwoman clamp onto her
knees while she dipped down and thrust backward, the bendy-back working her hips in furious little
figure eights that buffeted Ridley's features every which way but(t) loose. “You're DONE, Daisy!”
Bellisario shouted at the muffled, keening brunette. “Tap out!”
Daisy squeezed Troian's knees and raked her claws in opposite directions, a last ditch effort to
disrupt her opponent's base that might've eventually paid off if Troian hadn't reached between her own
legs and pinched Daisy's nipples through the thin protection of her bikini top. “SUHBMID!” Ridley
sobbed after less than ten seconds of titty-tweasing torture. “STAHB, AYE SUHBMID!”
Troi stopped plucking at the sound of the ombudsman's chime, but she didn't pull away from her
seat until she felt the warm sting of tears against her briefs several seconds later. Making a point to 'flick'
her bottoms back into place while she was still only inches from Ridley's nose, Bellisario ran a hand
through her hair, then rapped her knuckles against the door. Shortly thereafter she was free, the winner
almost knocked off balance by the sudden return of fresh air after the sweltering confines of the booth.
Accepting congratulations, a robe and some water from the waiting attendant, Troi looked over her
shoulder and smiled when she heard the door click shut once more. Daisy's eyes were shiny, but she met
the other brunette's gaze without flinching. After a moment she mouthed something that Bellisario
couldn't hear, though she understood it perfectly.
'We're not done.'
“For tonight we are. Enjoy the rest of the party, sweetie.”
Ridley fumed but said nothing so Troi waggled her fingers in a similarly silent goodbye and
headed off across the lawn on a path designed to ensure Daisy could watch her up until the moment she
vanished into the old lodge nearly a minute later.
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I missed this thread haha!
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Sweet!
I was starting to miss this thread and it's great to see this three-way update from the Walkin' Dude - thanks!
Of course, I'm particularly fond of the Kira Kosarin match-up! Great fun to see her fallin' short against a sly blonde veteran like Emily! Perfect imagery and dialogue as always.
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Sweet!
I was starting to miss this thread and it's great to see this three-way update from the Walkin' Dude - thanks!
Of course, I'm particularly fond of the Kira Kosarin match-up! Great fun to see her fallin' short against a sly blonde veteran like Emily! Perfect imagery and dialogue as always.
Hello friends,
Thanks for the kind words and thanks as always to Flash for posting.
Sam, glad you liked Kira's tilt with EVC, she's not one I'm too familiar with outside of a ridiculously strong bikini-selfie game on social media. Probably see more of her sooner than later, and on the winning side for that matter. Same goes for Melissa Barrera, she really caught my attention leading the new SCREAM and she feels like she could be a problem for a lot of established blonde names.
And Troi of course. She'll be around causing problems until she decides to take up another hobby.
Thanks again and have a good one,
~rf
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Zendaya vs Taylor Swift
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“Hhhhhhhnnnnnn....gggggghhhhhhhhh!” a high-pitched shriek pierced the packed bleachers as the stunned audience were rendered dead silent.
The sound of music, however, which was delivered via Taylor's talented vocal cords, blared loudly in the ears of her tormentor as Zendaya tightened her vice-like hold on the blonde beauty’s abdomen. The glare of contempt on Coleman's face was chilling to behold as her long, sculpted legs continued to constrict the singer tighter and tighter. It was truly an unnerving sight for everyone watching: Taylor Swift, reduced to a gnashing, thrashing mess between the thighs of a younger, less famous, less experienced woman. The utter humiliation could not be masked by the blonde's features as her arms strained, trying to pry Zendaya's coffee-coloured thighs apart as the latter simply tilted her head at her wriggling captive.
"Y'know, they're not insured for millions like yours, but I'm sure you've come to realise that my legs are just as capable of squeezing with the best of you," Zendaya snarled as she watched the blonde's features twist as the latter strained, seemingly unable to contest Zendaya's lower-body strength despite both being 5'10" beauties, "I'm done being Zendaya the jobber. I plan to send you all into an early retirement home... one ribcage at a time."
Before Taylor could respond, Zendaya decided to make good on her word as she straightened out and leaned back on the mat with her hands. Her thigh muscles tensed as Taylor groaned and threw her head back, arching her back as her sides are compressed by Zendaya's long, strong limbs. The blonde pried and pushed as she gnashed her teeth, desperately trying to pull Zendaya's seemingly rock hard thighs apart as she banged her fists against the top of them. The leggy blonde had never felt thighs as strong as these... but then, she never gave anyone the chance to use them in her own bouts. The lean muscularity on Zendaya’s firm thighs was apparent as they dug into the blonde’s waist further. Taylor began to claw at Zendaya’s thighs as she tried one last desperado to break the scissors, leaving scratches on the dark-haired girl's smooth limbs as Zendaya herself hummed through the pain.
"How fitting I get to beat you with your own fabled hold. Just goes to show that once you can't use those legs of yours, you can't do much of anything else," the ebony beauty purred as she leaned forward and grabbed the blonde's chin, giving it a pinch as she made the blonde stare right into her eyes as she knew she was close to breaking the singer's will, "Keep trying to claw me, sis. I can squeeze much tighter than you can scratch." she growled as Taylor momentarily retracted her claws. Flipping her hair from her face, the brunette admired Taylor's rapidly reddening face as she added to her threat by cinching her thighs together as soon as Taylor went to draw a deep breath of air, "Now, are you ready to submit, blondie?"
Taylor felt like her ribs were on the verge of collapse, but she would never surrender after such a disrespectful boast like the one she had just heard. Pulling her head from Zendaya's palm, she slammed both hands onto the top of her tormentor's thighs and let her nails dig in to the smooth flesh once again in one final act of defiance of the night. If she was going down, she wasn't doing it without causing some lasting damage.
"Make me."
For the next few minutes, red-faced and blonde hair lined with sweat, Taylor screamed, demanded, swore, pleaded and did just about anything she could as Zendaya squeezed every last drop of breath from her body. The brunette’s long legs crushed her prey like a vice until Taylor soon found it too difficult to breathe. The audience booed this display of malice, but Zendaya simply shut them up with one particularly strong pulse of her thighs that caused Taylor's subsequent groan to cut through their complaints and render them silent. She pawed weakly at her tormentor’s thighs as she drew her final gasps, her feeble pawing coming to an end within minutes as her hands slid down Zendaya’s clawed-up thighs as she was finally lulled to sleep. Zendaya stood up and walked out of the ring, having accomplished what she wanted as she stuck a finger up at the audience as they continued to outcry.
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Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens: Mud Match
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The two women gasped and grunted as their bodies, coated head to toe with mud, squirmed around in the muck. Neither one had ever mud wrestled before, so neither was prepared for how difficult it is. To begin with, the slick mud made it difficult to simply stand up, much less hold tight to your opponent. Having to compensate for these issues proved exhausting, and quickly sapped their strength.
After long minutes of stalemate, Hayden began to take control, thanks to a series of underhanded tactics. She realized that while basic wrestling holds were largely useless in a match such as this, there were other things she could do...a handful of mud to Vanessa's eyes to blind her, grasping her bikini bottom and viciously yanking up, delivering an excruciating front-and-back wedgie, finger thrusts to the windpipe.
Hudgens was on her knees, panting hard for breath, her head lolling from side to side as she struggled to overcome the pain and exhaustion that wracked her taut body. Panettiere decided that it was time to finish her off, and she elected to do so with a choking neck scissors, gleeful at the thought of her arch-nemesis gagging and gurgling for breath. Lying on her back before her kneeling rival, the blonde lifted her legs and clamped her powerful calves around the neck of the brunette.
But the instant the pressure began, Vanessa opened her eyes wide, and they sparked with renewed determination. Mustering all of her remaining strength, Hudgens managed to get to one knee, and then the other. She then began to slowly rise up; Hayden was so shocked, it didn't occur to her to release her scissors. Thus, the blonde was lifted up bodily from the floor of the mud pit.
Astonishingly, Hudgens then began to whirl around, somehow managing to keep her footing in the treacherous muck. Hayden yowled with shock and panic as she was spun around and around, until finally her legs flew open and she sailed through the air, landing with a splashing thud to the mat.
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Stunned and groaning, Panettiere rolled to her side, and an instant later Vanessa was on her, completing the roll-over until the blonde was on her belly. Sitting atop her foe's back, the brunette grabbed Hayden by her mud-encrusted mane and shoved her face into the goo. After several seconds she yanked her rival's face up, letting Panettiere gasp for air for the briefest of respites, and then she pushed her face back down into the suffocating mud. Again and again the brunette did this, until finally upon having her mud-covered face raised up, Hayden groggily sputtered, "N-no more...I quit...I quit...!"
Stepping out of the pit, Vanessa was hosed down to the raucous cheers of the spectators, the mud splashed away to reveal her body yet again. But Hayden, humiliated at having lost, hurriedly limped up the aisle for the sanctuary of her private dressing room, leaving a trail of muddy footprints to mark her retreat.
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Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens: Mud Match
Stunned and groaning, Panettiere rolled to her side, and an instant later Vanessa was on her, completing the roll-over until the blonde was on her belly. Sitting atop her foe's back, the brunette grabbed Hayden by her mud-encrusted mane and shoved her face into the goo. After several seconds she yanked her rival's face up, letting Panettiere gasp for air for the briefest of respites, and then she pushed her face back down into the suffocating mud. Again and again the brunette did this, until finally upon having her mud-covered face raised up, Hayden groggily sputtered, "N-no more...I quit...I quit...!"
Stepping out of the pit, Vanessa was hosed down to the raucous cheers of the spectators, the mud splashed away to reveal her body yet again. But Hayden, humiliated at having lost, hurriedly limped up the aisle for the sanctuary of her private dressing room, leaving a trail of muddy footprints to mark her retreat.
Excellent work, good sir! Repeated face smooshing in the mud is simply, but agonizingly effective as poor Hayden has discovered. Kudos to 'Nessa on a strong win and here's to more mud bouts ahead.
~rf
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Meagan Good vs Kaley Cuoco
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The two beauties, their bodies soaked with sweat and their lungs panting for breath, circled one another in crouches, their hands up and ready. It had been a bruising and exhausting battle, and both women were now drawing upon their dwindling dregs of strength. Each knew the end had to come soon, because neither could continue like this much longer.
For all of her fatigue, Meagan exuded nothing but supreme self-confidence. With a cocky smirk, she taunted her opponent. "Babydoll, you're looking rough. I don't think you've got anything left in the tank."
Her face a mask of fierce determination, Kaley rasped, "Let me show you what I've got." With that she leapt toward her rival. At any point earlier in the match, Couco's viper swiftness would have served her well. But now, weary as she was, she felt as if she was moving in slow motion. She was certainly slow enough for Good, despite her own exhaustion, to prepare to receive her, which she did by side-stepping the blonde's effort to wrap her arms around her adversary, coupled with a knee lift up into Kaley's belly, drawing a sharp grunt of exhalation.
"Ain't got much," Meagan says with a scoffing laugh.
With Cuoco now doubling over as she gasped for breath, Meagan wrapped her arms around her waist to keep her in that position, and she threw two more kneelifts up to her victim's belly. With a moan, the blonde sank to one knee, gulping for air.
Meagan smiled as she grabbed Kaley by her tangled golden mane and yanked her upright, then spun Cuoco around so that she faced away from the brunette. Now standing behind her opponent, Good pulled Kaley's left arm up behind her back, and snaked her own arm across the blonde's throat. With a sneer, she purred into her rival's ear, "You know you're no match for me, and now I'm gonna punish you bad for pretending that you ever were."
But Kaley's only response was to suddenly drive her right elbow hard into Meagan's belly, causing her to grunt painfully and release her adversary as she stumbled backward. Cuoco then spun around, delivering a whipcrack chop across Good's breasts, making them bounce wildly as the victim let out a sharp whine.
Adrenaline now pumping through her veins, Kaley followed up with three kneelifts to her rival's belly, doubling the gasping Meagan over. Dipping her knees, Cuoco then slipped under her bent-over opponent and, with a defiant roar, straightened up, lifting Meagan up on her shoulders! The blonde stood there for several long moments, her magnificent body holding aloft her adversary as a huntress displayed her captured prey. The spectators sat there in mesmerized silence.
Suddenly, the blonde leaned forward and slammed Good to the penthouse floor, the brunette's lush body bouncing from the impact, and she then lay there on the carpet, dazed and mewling.
"You want to talk about who's a match for who, bitch?" Kaley snarls to the woman splayed at her feet. "You want to see punishment? Suits me fine!" The blonde then starts to stomp away with her foot at her victim's body again and again, each merciless blow to her belly, breasts and face obliterating what scant iotas of power that Good still possessed, leaving her weeping and whimpering.
Finally it was clear that Meagan was only barely conscious, and no longer capable of fighting. Kaley stopped unleashing her stomps, and suddenly the fury that animated her melts away, and a smile comes to her lips. With the back of her hand she wipes sweat from her forehead, then derisively flicks the perspiration droplets onto her beaten rival, followed by a little victory dance.
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The blonde stood there for several long moments, her magnificent body holding aloft her adversary as a huntress displayed her captured prey.
I could read AHW stories for the rest of my life and I'd never get tired of a line like that. Considering the technology available to us these days I'd have to guess the easiest way to disseminate such an image to the public at large would be via social media (Twitter or TikTok seem most likely) and yet deep in my heart I think the best way to get this out to interested parties would be via the cover art on some late 30's era pulp magazine, something with a title like VELVET CLAWS or SHE LUSTS FOR BATTLE. And now that I've mulled such a thing, I kinda want to attempt a story in that vein.
Anyhoo, just a long-winded way of saying excellent work, good sir.
~rf
PS. Kaley just stomping Meagan into surrender? OUCH.
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Troian goes big, and doesn't go home
Brie’s Vendetta: Troian versus the MCU
Jameela Jamil
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If Florence Pugh was a sturdy tank of a woman, then Jameela was a sumptuous banquet of heavy caramel curves. Giving up size, Troi had fought off her back most of the hour plus they’d been going at it. On the She Hulk set this time, a bedroom, only with an open space where the fourth wall would be, a smattering of MCU luminaries sat around watching.
“Bitch,” Jameela said.
Barely a whisper.
She’d been calling Troian a bitch from the moment they tumbled onto the bed and the Liar had scissored up Jamil’s right leg good and tight. As an insult (‘skinny little bitch’), as a shriek of frustration (‘Biiittccchhhh’), as a threat (‘I’ll spank you raw bitch’). Now the big Brit sounded totally drained, not enough strength in her voice to even raise a ripple in Troi’s sweat soaked hair.
All four pillows were scattered on the floor. The bedding was piled up at the bottom of the mattress. Jameela was on top of Troain, but it was far from a dominant position and indeed for a long time it had been Troi’s choice to take the weight. The Brit had worked so, so hard. Pulling one leg out from between Troi’s clamp only to find the Liar’s thighs wrapped round the other one a few seconds later. Lowering those giant breasts for a smother and then yelping as Bellisario managed to turn her head and sink her teeth into Jamil’s arm instead. If Jameela had the smarts and experience to match her physical gifts she’d have pulverized Troi’s legs on the carpet then dealt with her on the bed at her leisure. Instead she’d bogged down in the long sweaty minutes of body on body.
Brown eyes alert, Troian began slowly to inch herself out from underneath Jamil’s weight. Sweltering bellies that had been in constant contact for the last half hour, now shifted ever so slightly. Fingers loosened in ragged tangles of hair. Nipples bent then straightened as Troi’s tits slid against Jameela’s heavy pair. After a few quiet minutes of this maneuvering, Bellisario was halfway clear. She blew her breath out, strands of hair lifting off of her face. Looking down the bed at the swell of Jamil’s ass, she snaked her right hand down their bodies and took a tight handful of Jameela’s panties.
Then came the sudden frenzy of movement. As the wedgie buried Jamil’s underwear between her cheeks, Troian pulled hard to her right while at the same time swinging her free left leg and levering her arm to turn Jameela onto her back. The bed squeaked and shifted underneath them but the Liar rode it out, knees coming down either side of Jameela’s head as she pushed her pussy into the bigger woman’s face.
“Breathe it,” she panted. Relief flooded her body as she realized the gamble had paid off, Jamil was done. “Fucking smell it, bitch.” She pinned the Brit’s arms under her shins then reached behind her and started to slap some pink into Jameela’s fleshy, voluptuous thighs. It was piling on, no doubt about that, but it had been trench warfare between them for most of the fight. And besides, somewhere, Brie was watching.
With that thought in mind, Troi swung herself round, pulled her panties down far enough to bare her ass, then sat down on Jameela’s face.
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Troian goes big, and doesn't go home
Brie’s Vendetta: Troian versus the MCU
Jameela Jamil
Then came the sudden frenzy of movement. As the wedgie buried Jamil’s underwear between her cheeks, Troian pulled hard to her right while at the same time swinging her free left leg and levering her arm to turn Jameela onto her back. The bed squeaked and shifted underneath them but the Liar rode it out, knees coming down either side of Jameela’s head as she pushed her pussy into the bigger woman’s face.
“Breathe it,” she panted. Relief flooded her body as she realized the gamble had paid off, Jamil was done. “Fucking smell it, bitch.” She pinned the Brit’s arms under her shins then reached behind her and started to slap some pink into Jameela’s fleshy, voluptuous thighs. It was piling on, no doubt about that, but it had been trench warfare between them for most of the fight. And besides, somewhere, Brie was watching.
With that thought in mind, Troi swung herself round, pulled her panties down far enough to bare her ass, then sat down on Jameela’s face.
Hold the phone, a Troian story where she exhausts a sturdy foe, then punishes her with a vindictive wedgie and finishes off with an equally spiteful Reverse Face Sit?
What a delightful surprise to cap off the weekend, many thanks for sharing!
~rf
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HWA FLASHBACK 1964: Annette Funicello vs. Margaret Nolan
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What had begun as a regular wrestling match between 'America's Sweetheart' and 'Britain's Golden Girl' had erupted into a bruising battle of mounting hatred between the two curvaceous combatants, stemming from before the opening bell even rang: After the referee had called the two to center ring to go over the rules, a sweetly smiling Margaret offered her hand to Annette, who happily accepted it...and suddenly found her opponent grasping her hand tightly, while with her other hand she landed a sharp slap across the brunette's face! That got Annette's temper flaring. And as the match moved past the 20 minute mark, both Annette and Margaret had proven themselves too evenly matched for one to control the bout for long against the other.
At this particular moment, it was raven-haired Annette who was in command, as she Irish whipped her opponent into the corner. Flaxen-maned Margaret's face twisted into a grimace as her spine took the impact, and as Funicello rushed toward her to press her advantage, the blonde Brit lifted her right leg and placed it between the ropes. The referee immediately stepped between the two, ordering Annette to move back...but she was too infuriated with her rival, and not about to let her avoid punishment by hiding in the ropes. So the brunette pushed forward, pressing the ref between her and Nolan. But from the position he was in between the pair, the official could not see Margaret lashing out with her left arm and raking her nails across Annette's eyes.
With a shriek, the blinded brunette stumbled back, and Nolan shoved the ref out of her way so that she could get to her target. Instinctively, Funicello had turned herself 180 degrees, offering her back for the almost certain attack to come, her battle wits telling her that offered the most protection. Still, that protection was scant as Margaret slammed a double axe handle blow between her foe's shoulder blades. Staggering forward with a pained moan, Annette struggled to not fall to her knees...which suited Margaret just fine, and she delighted in taking her adversary down to the mat herself with a snap mare.
Now, grabbing Funicello's dark hair, the blonde forced her rival up to all fours and walked her over to the ropes. There, she draped Annette's throat across the middle cable and turned away from her, even as she leaned her derriere across her foe's back, pressing her down and choking her. Simultaneously, Nolan began to animatedly argue with the ref, distracting him from her highly illegal choke move. The official finally noticed Funicello's flailing arms and ordered the British bombshell to break the hold, or else suffer disqualification.
Margaret waited until the full count of four before she stepped away from her victim, allowing the red-faced Funicello to at last draw breath. Arms draped over the middle rope, her head hung low as she panted heavily for air, the American was ripe for finishing off. But instead, the haughty blonde Brit strutted around the ring, nose arrogantly tilted upward and chest thrust outward as a cascade of boos showered down upon her from the capacity crowd. Annette was their heroine, and Nolan was going to make her suffer...and make her simpering fans watch every moment of it.
Finally, Margaret returned to the business at hand, grabbing her opponent with a handful of dark, damp, mussed hair (both had begun the match with finely coiffed bouffont manes, but by this stage of the battle, their hair were tangled mops upon their heads), and pulling her hand and knees and making Annette crawl away from the ropes to the center of the ring. There, with the American girl still on her knees, Nolan cupped Funnicello's chin with her left hand, squeezing her cheeks so that the brunette's lips puckered. With a smirking sneer, the blonde looked down at her opponent and purred, "You're welcome to start begging for mercy, but just to make it absolutely clear, I won't be showing you any." She then gave a sinister chuckle and cast her gaze out upon the booing crowd, savoring the fear they collectively held for their beloved Annette.
But as the Bard said, pride goes before a fall. So certain of her impending victory was Margaret, she made the critical mistake of taking her attention off of her opponent...and Annette made full use of that. The blonde Brit learned the error of her ways with a sudden punch to her belly, causing Nolan to sharply expel air. Then, Funicello grabbed her adversary behind her calves and yanked her feet out from under her, sending Margaret crashing onto her back.
Then, in one deftly swift move, Annette...still holding Nolan's legs...somersaulted over and pinned her rival with a crudely effective bridging maneuver. Well, effective for the count of two-and-a-half, at which point the blonde frantically thrashed and managed to break the pinfall. Adrenalin now coursing through her lush body, the brunette sprang to her feet, leapt up, and delivered a leg drop across Nolan's chest that smashed even more air from her lungs, and left the blonde dazed and moaning on the canvas.
Getting back up to her feet, Funicello dashed to the ropes, bounded off of them, and rushed back toward her prone adversary. Once more leaping up, she aimed another leg drop at her target...except at the last moment, Nolan was able to roll out of the way. Annette hit nothing but canvas, and with a loud, long moan rolled to her side, her hands clutching her aching tailbone.
Both wrestlers struggle up to their hands and knees, but it is the blonde Brit who gathers her wits enough to crawl over to her opponent; grabbing the American by her black locks, Margaret then slams Funicello's face once...twice...thrice into the canvas. Annette collapses to the mat, glassy-eyed and groaning, as thousands of her fans in the arena chant her name, pleadingly praying she can recover and win the match.
But Margaret wasn't about to give her the chance. Standing up, she grabbed her moaning rival by her hair and hauled her up as well, and then Irish whipped Annette into the turnbuckles. From mid-ring, Nolan then charged at Funicello, nailing her with a ring-shaking corner bodysplash in the corner. Those ringside fans with a certain vantage point would later swear that the brunette's 34D breasts were pancaked by her attacker's 36Ds; the look of anguish which twisted itself onto Annette's face would seem to bear that out.
Yanking her dazed and panting opponent from the corner, the Brit now dipped her knees and pulled Funicello's whole body up over her shoulders. In a stunning display of sheer raw power, she rose up to her full height, holding her adversary aloft!
Had she now gone for a torture rack or a body slam, Nolan would have put an end to the match. But instead, she decided to walk around the ring, parading her helpless rival before her fans as an Amazon queen displays her beaten foe. The smiling look of smug satisfaction on the blonde's face merely further infuriated Annette's fans, who howled in furious protest at the blonde's apparent conquest of their heroine.
But the American battler was not quite as helpless as it seemed. Because Nolan did not press her advantage, but instead chose to preen, that gave Annette precious moments to get her second wind and clear her head. And then, without warning, she suddenly thrashed herself free, falling down from Margaret's shoulders and landing with panther grace on her feet behind the Brit. As the startled blonde spun around, she was met with a slap across the face that spun her whole body violently to the side, and left her ice blue eyes spinning in their sockets.
The crowd roared with approval as Funicello threw a second slap, and then landed a chop across her opponent's chest that left Nolan reeling. Moving with a speed that belied the exhaustion that wracked her lush body, the brunette then executed a belly to belly suplex, sending her adversary crashing to the canvas in a heap.
Now Annette went for one of her finishers, the Boston Crab. Securing her hold on her rival's legs, she bent them back, twisting Nolan's spine to an agonizing degree never intended by nature. The blonde yowled in agonized protest, her eyes now glistening as she fought back tears. But as the referee asked her if she was ready to submit, she snarled, "SOD OFF!" Still, it was obvious she couldn't endure this torture much longer.
Funicello shut her eyes, desperate to draw upon every last dreg of power she had left, determined to force her hated opponent to submit. "Give up, damnit...give up, damnit...give up, damnit!" she kept repeating, half command and half plea.
Biting her lower lip to keep from screaming her submission...Margaret was not about to give this Yank bitch the satisfaction of a verbal surrender...the blonde lifted her right arm, a mere heartbeat away from tapping out. But then...
The bell suddenly began clanging, signaling that the thirty minute time limit had expired! This match was officially a draw.
Believing the bell had meant her victory, Annette released her hold and stood up, raising her arms in triumph as she beamed a grateful smile. But only when the referee grabbed her wrist and yanked her arm down did she realize that she hadn't won.
And she was furious!
First she argued vehemently with the ref, demanding an extra minute to formally finish off her opponent, but she was refused that. She was near tears, pushed beyond frustration that she had been denied the victory she had fought and suffered so much to earn. It certainly didn't help matters that Nolan had recovered enough to stand up and, from across the ring, start taunting the brunette. "You couldn't get it done, slag," she jeered with a smug smile that belied the fact that she had been a mere heartbeat away from giving up. "I was about to break loose and put you away once and for all, and you know it. Just admit you're no match for me, twat!"
Enraged, Annette began to charge at her rival, but the referee wrapped his arms around her waist and prevented her from advancing. Another ref dashed down to the ring, climbed in, and went to help his compatriot restrain the raging brunette. Margaret took advantage of the moment to run up to Annette, who was still held firmly by the officials, and throw a sharp slap across her face. The cackling Brit then rolled out of the ring and began strutting up the aisle to her dressing room amid a cascade of boos and invectives from the fans, which only encouraged her to smile and blow a kiss to the crowd, followed by a very British obscene gesture with her fingers.
"THIS ISN'T OVER!" Annette shrieked after her. "DO YOU HEAR ME? NEXT TIME I'LL RUIN YOU, BITCH!"
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HWA FLASHBACK 1964: Annette Funicello vs. Margaret Nolan
All hail Annette....one of he most underrated fighters of all time. She never played a "bad girl" so she is stuck with a goody-goody image of a woman that can't fight. Thanks for the story.....eve if she didn't "win" again.
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Brie’s Vendetta: Troian versus the MCU
Sarah Michelle Gellar versus Natalie Portman
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Sarah Michelle Gellar and Natalie Portman sat side by side in front of a small audience of mostly actresses, agents and execs. Natalie was dressed in jeans and a silk shirt, her long brunette hair tied up in a casual ponytail. As for Sarah, the former Slayer wore only an electric blue thong. Her arms were folded tightly over her bare tits, an expression of controlled fury on her face.
The dramatic contrast in attire wasn’t Sarah’s choice. It was a consequence of decades of history between the two women.
Briefly, it went like this. Midway through her Buffy run SMG was as hot of a property as there was in Hollywood. Right up there with Portman when names were bandied around for the year’s big movies. They hated each other. And as their careers diverged, their status changed dramatically but that hatred stayed just as intense. Only now, Portman had all the leverage in the world. Which meant that if Gellar wanted another shot at Padme, she had to suffer through every pre-fight degradation Natalie could dream of.
This one had proved to be particularly humiliating for the Slayer, as evidenced by Portman’s satisfied smile and Sarah’s trembling rage. Natalie took a small sip from a bottle of water before taking a question from Brie Larson.
“You’ve known Sarah for a long time. Why do you still want to fight her?”
“Simple. Sarah stinks. Her attitude stinks. Her body stinks. She stinks as a performer. She stinks as a competitor.” Natalie was quietly serious, turning her chair to face Gellar, who mouthed you fucking bitch while staring white faced at Portman. “She stinks as a human being.”
Give Portman credit, she didn’t back off when the talking stopped. The fight went down that evening, in Sarah’s trailer on the set of her new show, Portman wearing a white bra and panties, Gellar in that same blue thong. With twenty plus years of memories of getting kicked into submission, they zeroed in on each others’ legs and didn’t let up for the duration. The cramped space echoed with ringing impacts as gradually their thighs turned the same bright red as a stop signal. Gellar buckled Natalie’s knees with a heel kick, rushed in and caught Portman under her arms, then kneed the brunette in the crotch out of the hug, stepping back so that Padme slid limply to the floor.
“You earned that, cxnt,” Sarah snarled, green eyes blazing. As the brunette rose to her knees the Slayer reached down for Natalie’s sweaty locks and lifted her head. For a moment it looked like SMG might spit right in Portman’s upturned face. “I’m better than you. Better person, better woman,” she said instead, voice drumtight with hatred.
“No you’re not,” Natalie answered back, before bringing Gellar to the ground with a hairpull of her own.
It took Portman another forty minutes to prove she was right. But finally, she had Sarah belly down and dragging herself, naked, across the floor. Limping, the brunette smoothed her hair and watched Gellar start to pull herself to her knees against the dresser, before stepping in and tugging open a drawer, slamming it into Sarah’s tits. SMG moaned. She stayed upright but barely, hugging the open drawer. Natalie moved in, hard eyed, to end it.
Prepping for her own fight with Padme by watching a recording on her laptop, Troian took a sip of green tea, cross legged on her bed. Portman swept an array of Gellar’s belongings off the dresser then muscled the blonde up in their place, laying Buffy out on her back. Natalie closed the open drawer and got in close, taking possession of SMG’s deadweight right leg and turning it so that Sarah’s sweat wet inner thigh was exposed.
“Bitch,” Troian muttered at the screen.
Before she drove her left elbow down, Portman gave Sarah’s face one last glance and her mouth curled into a snarl. After the second shot Gellar put her forearm over her eyes only for the brunette to pull it away.
“No. I want to see you cry Sarah,” she said coldly. And she did, as tears ran down SMG’s cheeks and Natalie continued to bury the point of her elbow into the blonde’s inner thigh until Troian clicked the file closed.
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Thanks haha! 2 underused actresses!
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Dang thats a lot of stories! All of them are great too! :D
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All hail Celeb Stories!!! ;D
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Thank you very very much!!
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Totally sexy and fine stories, especially Watson's and Miley's.
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Florence Pugh VS Olivia Wilde
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When Florence had initially asked to speak to Olivia alone at the premier for Don't Worry Darling, No one really had any second thoughts about the encounter. The pair stepped away from all the bright lights and cameras for a few moments to discuss something in private. It wasny until nearly half an hour later that people got worried and began to look for what had happened to the pair.
It took reporters by suprise to see bits of both women's dresses coating the floor. Their shoes and jewelry discarded along the way to the green room as the paparazzi got their cameras ready. Surely what they were about to find was the affair of the century wrapped up in a film production that had already had its fair share of controversy. But as they walked through the broken door that isn't what they found at all. Instead they found Olivia, clad in only her yellow thong being slammed face first into a wall with Florence's face on it. A poster for the movie Wilde herself had directed.
Pugh wasn't wearing anything more. A black thong going between her reddened cheeks as she held a firm grip of the older woman's hair. "That's right bitch kiss it!" Pugh shouted as she slammed Wilde's face into the poster again.
Tears streamed down Olivia's face as she had claw marks on the sides of her arms. Her body covered in small bruises and scratches as her hands went to the opposite side of the poster. "Okay... okay! I'm sorry! Your check is in the mail!" Wilde said as she took another face first shot to the wall. Her hands dropping limply to her sides.
"Good. Now... I said kiss it." Florence said guiding the other woman's face. It was clear the only thing holding Wilde up was the younger woman's hand in her hair. The defeated Director puckering her lips as she kissed the lips of the blonde's image. A groan of discomfort coming from her core as the flashes of cameras went off at her side.
Florence just posed for a second with the defeated woman. Pulling her head back and under Pugh's armpit. She stood there for a while with Wilde in the dragon sleeper. She turned the other woman to fade the cameras as they flashed again. Wilde's body on full display as it was clear the crotch of her thong was soaked through. Her knees gave out as she drifted from consciousness. Pugh going down to the ground with her. Took another deep handful of hair and presented Olivia's face to the world before planting her lips on Wilde's.
"The first of my Black Widow's kiss... who's next bitches!" Florence said dumping the older woman onto the floor before standing up and beginning to collect her things. With a smile she peeled off Olivia's thong and took it as a trophy. Leaving the other woman stripped and humiliated.
(Thanks for reading. Looking to get back into these here and there. Leave a comment with any match ups this style you'd like to see)
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TV Milf Battle
Dr. Rainbow Johnson (Tracee Ellis Ross vs Claire Dunphy (Julie Bowen)
When the principal called both Mothers in, they had believed that the maturity of both women would win out and that the fight that had occurred between Zoey and Haley would be something that could be resolved amongst adults.
Instead what she found was herself rushing from the room as Scrubs and the clothes that Claire had been wearing when she entered the room Where shredded across the floor as both women took turns slamming one another into the desk.
Their bodies now covered in sweat as both women panted for breath. They slowly walked around the desk both showing signs of the wear and tear than the fight had dragged out of them. Rainbow's tight braids had been completely pulled out, her hair Frizzelling out of control as her chest heaved up and down. Claire's makeup was smudged and looked ridiculous. Some of it still coated Rainbow's abdomen where she had fallen into the other woman.
"You're going down you fucking bitch." Claire hissed as she rushed forward across the desk. She planted her foot on one of the chairs and propelled herself upwards and towards Rainbow.
But the doctor was ready for the move. She had fallen victim to it once already, when Claire had launched herself at Rainbow and the pair had cracked the glass trophy case behind the Principal's desk.
Instead of being slammed into again, Rainbow wrapped her arms around Claire and slammed her down onto the dark finished wood. The blonde gasping for breath as the air was driven from her lungs. She tried to scramble away from the other woman, but before she could get far, Claire found herself being wrapped up in a bear hug.
Her hands slapped weakly at the shoulders of Rainbow. Desperate to do anything to free herself from the Anaconda like grip of the doctor. "That's Doctor Bitch to you...Bitch!" Rainbow said shaking her head as she realized that had anyone heard that they would probably have cracked a joke at her expense. But it didn't matter. She had the other woman right where she wanted her.
With a smile she leaned forward. "Give up! You're as big of a bitch as your daughter!" Rainbow snarled as she leaned forward and placed her lips on the other woman's neck. Claire let out a confused moan, not one of discomfort but pleasure as she felt the other woman sucking her neck. What the hell was she doing? Claire thought to herself before she felt Rainbow pull away.
"Good, that looks fantastic." She smiled as she licked the spot. "Now everyone will know you're my bitch." She said thrashing the other woman around more. Claire let out a helpless groan before falling limply into the other woman's arms. She was completely out of it. Her mind spinning as her vision went Foggy. She barely registered being set down onto the floor as Rainbow walked away to grab something. Claire's head rolled back and fourth against the seat of a chair while she wished she was anywhere else.
Her eyes growing wide as the next thing she saw was Rainbow's leopard print thong in her line of sight. She opened her mouth to scream but before anything came out, her face was burried between the doctor's cheeks and the chair.
"Hey Zoey! Its your mom. I know, I'm in my underwear and thats gross, but I wanted to let you know I got everything sorted out with Mrs. Dunphy. Isn't that right Mrs. DoneFree!" Rainbow said tilting the camera down to document the other woman beneath her ass. "Don't you ever fuck with me or my family again, I'll kick your ass or anyone else's." Rainbow said finishing the video message before posting it to the PTA group chat. It didn't take long for the video to leak elsewhere... Claire didn't show her face in public for a full month.
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Thank you for even more reposts! And to read about Brie dominating.
Curious how Jessica Biel's come back looks like and how much toll the defeat to Brie took on her.
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Very entertaining reads! A fit, athletic gal like Brie would be hard to handle in a catfight.
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Totally hot and exciting fights, many thanks.
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Wow. These azre always so fun and entertaining, and of course, a turn on! Great stuff!
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"SHE'S FINISHED!"
Here are some quick shots, set in the final moments of a match. The setting is my alternate reality, where celebrity actresses compete in the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance.
There's no back-and-forth struggling here...each beauty is at the moment of being overwhelmed and devastated by her nemesis! Oh, and this is definitely a day in which the bad girls win.
I hope you enjoy it. :)
Aly Michalka vs Michelle Trachtenberg
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Michelle was quite likely regretting wearing gear with a plunging neckline, as the V-shaped exposure of her skin made for an inviting target, an R.S.V.P. which Aly happily accepted. With her right fist, she slammed a blow directly between her opponent's breasts, the Heartpunch staggering Trachtenberg with a pained moan.
Moments later, Michalka smashed home another such blow, resulting in her victim's eyes going glassy and her legs wobbling as she struggled to remain coherent and upright. The crowd was baying with fury now, enraged that the arrogant blonde was subjecting the beloved Trachtenberg to such a devastating barrage.
The blonde smirked and gave her fist a kiss, and then threw another devastating heartpunch to Michelle's chest. Aly turned away from her victim and toward the television cameras, beaming a smug smile as she held her hands out to her sides as if to say, "Admit it, I'm awesome!" The angry roar of the crowd was deafening now, but Michalka acted as if they were cheering her, sneeringly blowing kisses to the audience. Meantime, Michelle...her eyes now dull and uncomprehending... swayed uncertainly on her feet, and then toppled backward like a felled tree. She lay there starfished on the canvas, unmoving save for some spasmodic twitches, as Aly now returned her attention to her opponent, walking over to the brunette's side.
Not even bothering to drop down to cover her rival, the blonde arrogantly placed a boot upon Michelle's fast-bruising chest, then with a smirk buffed the fingernails of her right hand against the strap of her own suit and examined them, as if she wasn't even bothering to pay attention to her fallen foe. The referee made the three count and called for the bell, and medics placed Trachtenberg on a litter to carry her from the ring, the devastated victim of wrestling's self-proclaimed "Heartbreaker".
Kat Dennings vs Keeley Hazell
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Kat's head lolled from side to side, her face drenched with perspiration and her eyes growling glassy as a low mewl escaped her lips.
Keely just smiled and purred, "What's the matter, luv...those girls of yours can't take it?" Kat's only response was a gurgling moan. The blonde Brit had the American snared tightly in a bearhug, their bosoms pancaking against each other. But Dennings was the one suffering, as her own 34DDs were pushed against her lungs, preventing her from drawing a decent breath. Between her gasps for air and the pain of the boa-like bearhug, the brunette's remaining strength quickly ebbed, and her body grew weaker.
Finally her eyes fluttered shut, and with a sobbing sigh, her head fell back. The referee lifted her right arm once...twice...thrice...and all three times it fell limp, revealing that Kat had been squeezed into semi-consciosness.
The bell clanged to end the match, and with a self-satisfied chuckle, Hazell let her defeated rival go, sending Dennings collapsing to the canvas in a heap. Keeley cupped her hands under her breasts to give them a little push up...to signify her claim that her 'girls' had proven themselves superior...and then she raised and flexed her arms as she beamed a happy smile., much to the vocal discontent of the fans.
Lacey Chabert vs Emily Osment
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Lacey held out for what to her seemed like an eternity. Trapped in Emily's Boston Crab, the brunette howled in ear-piercing anguish as her spine was agonizingly twisted, her eyes wide with panic as she frantically reached out for the ropes, only to find her grasp fell mere inches too short...but it may as well have been miles. That eternity was all of twenty seconds before Chabert began shrieking, "STOP! I GIVE UP! LET ME GO!" and wildly slapped her palm to the mat to signal her submission.
The referee called for the bell and commanded Osment to release her hold...but the blonde merely gave one of her signature smirks and applied even more pressure to the back-rending hold. She'd been predicting for weeks that she would destroy Lacey in the ring, and she was going to savor it for as long as possible. The arena exploded with a deafening roar of boos and catcalls for her viciousness, but she ignored the rabble.
The ref again ordered her to break the hold, and then began counting "ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...F...." Even as the final word began to escape his lips, Emily at last let go of her victim's quivering legs, freeing her in the veritable last instant before certain disqualification.
The brunette sobbed and moaned face-down on the canvas, her right hand reaching behind to clutch her throbbing lower back. Emily, still smirking, placed a boot on her beaten rival's rear end and hissed at the official, "Raise my arm!" Which he grudgingly did to signify her victory.
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Short but definitely sweet! Love it when the bad girls prevail
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Daisey Ridley Vs Jennifer Lawrence[/color]
a garpeth story rewritten as a cat fight
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Daisey Ridley awakens naked in a MMA cage in a darkened room. her head swims, her last memory a lap dance from Jennifer Lawrence, who now stands before you, her arms crossed. "Look who's back. You should've learned to keep your hands to yourself. I enforce my no touching policy... and I like to have fun enforcing it, you ugly lesbo bitch." Jennifer locks the cage door behind her. Terrified Daisey looks for a way out but there only one. Jennifer giggles, holding up the key. "Beat me in a fight and you can go free, fail and you'll die." Jennifer smirks, sliding the key in a garter around her thigh. Daisey races at Jennifer only for a high kick to strike her on the chin. Daisey hits the ground, and starts to cry. "Did that hurt? I know you want to get between these thighs so bad..." She teases, struts up to you and rubs her foot on Daisey’s face. "And you will, when I snap your neck with them."
Daisey starts to sob louder, Jennifer Lawrence’s foot crushing her face. Jennifer pulls Daisey to her feet and thrusts her into a cage wall. Jennifer presses her body against her victim, her big boobs flattening the brits’ tiny boobs, Jennifer then leans in and bites her bottom lip, hard. With a chuckle she pulls back then wraps her hands around the brunette’s throat, choking her. Daisey can't pry them loose. "What's wrong? Am I taking your breath away?" Jennifer teases as Daisey gags and sputters. She leans in giving her a deep kiss then flings her to the centre of the cage.
Jennifer Lawrence charges at Daisey and lands a flying knee to her chest. She rides her to the ground and traps her in a schoolgirl pin. "l bet you wish you were on top." She purrs as the brit struggles under the American’s Thighs. "That's it, I love it when the beta girl begs me for mercy." With all of Daisey’s might she push at Jennifer’s thighs and just manages to buck her off. Jennifer gives a surprised yelp as she stumbles back to her feet. The surprise quickly gives way to a sinister smirk.
"Now you're making it fun for me, come here beta bitch." Jennifer beckons Daisey to stand as she back up into a corner. Daisey charges her. Jennifer quickly jumps, grabs the cage ceiling and ensnares Daisey’s neck between her thighs. The key on her garter presses to her neck. "Oh look, you almost got the key! Too bad you're about to die." Jennifer sadistically giggles. Daisey begs for mercy, clawing at the American’s thighs. Jennifer tightens her legs in response. She moans as Daisey cry’s, bites her lip violently twists her hips, breaking the brits neck. She lets Daisey’s body crumple to the mat. Jennifer drops her ass onto her chest, fracturing it. Before sitting on Daisey’s face for several minutes.
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:o :o :o :o :o :o
fuuuckkk pooor Daisy! Jlaw such a hot heel!
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What’s worse than getting beaten in a fight by a girl wearing an ugly bikini?
The riddle had been vexing Ariel Winter for some time now. The outcome of the match was long since assured by this point, and there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was going to be forced to reckon with that question which was being imposed upon her. And yet, its answer seemed to be in no hurry to reveal itself. It crept in slowly as it ensnared her, spreading insidiously as it permeated into every fiber of her being. Ariel would’ve given anything to avoid facing what was in store for her, but her fate rested entirely in the hands of a pitiless foe that showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.
A harsh tug on her head filled her senses with pain for the umpteenth time as it tore yet another loud and pitiful groan from her lips. Through her haze, she could tenuously discern the sound of cheers and exhortations brought on by the sight of her suffering, but her present state of mind did not permit her to properly appreciate the sentiment. The afternoon was hot and sunny at the outdoor wave pool that hosted the match – spectators were gathered around its perimeter, while the bulk of the action transpired at the shallow section where there was a sloped entry into the water’s edge. Presently, the young brunette was lying on her stomach facing away from the deep end with her arms splayed out uselessly in front of her – her opponent was kneeling straddled atop her backside while applying a crude version of camel clutch. The mechanically-propelled waves sloshed rhythmically across her legs and belly, heightening her misery that much more as her body was being contorted.
Ariel could hardly have envisioned herself in such dire straits in the lead-up to this match. After all, she was the hottest game in town – a once in a lifetime phenom who captured the imagination like no other. Likewise, she was also the toughest competitor in the business – she’d run roughshod over the field and cleared it out of virtually all of her would-be opposition. All those people in attendance, who had come to see the fight? They were here because of her. They loved watching her kick ass as she always did. They’d fawned all over her as she wowed them in a heartpounding black bikini. Certainly not a one of them cared the slightest bit about her opponent Hunter King, who barely made a blip when she was introduced. And that garish blue and pink bikini that she’d chosen to wear? What an eyesore. It should’ve been easy pickings as they faced off in the shallows – but right from the very start, anything and everything seemed to have gone completely wrong in the worst possible way…
The hands clasped underneath Ariel’s chin clenched tightly as they yet again yanked back to torture her with the hold. The brunette had long since screamed herself hoarse, and her voice held back none of her distress as it reverberated across the pool environs with each howl that was drawn out of her. She instinctively pressed her own hands against the ground and tried to push herself up to alleviate the strain, but her efforts brought her zero measure of relief – a cavalcade of cruel punishments over the match’s course had broken her down and left her dead exhausted. She still wanted to resist, to hold out, and to carry on, but the growing sense of inevitability was unshakable now. The audience seemed to have arrived at that conclusion quite some time ago – fickle as they were, they now unabashedly were reveling in the spectacle of her downfall. This ignominy too was one that she had no choice but to bear.
She remained trapped in the hold for some time. It was hard to say for how long – the pain it inflicted made it feel like an eternity – but the blonde at last released her and allowed her to slump face-forward to the ground. The brunette sniveled as she tried to pull herself together, but the respite was only fleeting. Hunter’s hands were soon in her hair and brusquely tugging upwards on the dark locks, compelling her to follow as she was raised up off of the deck and brought to a standing position on unsteady feet. Hunter took a moment to snake her hands and arms around Ariel’s collar, and then sharply pulled her in as she lifted her leg and thrust the flat of her right thigh into the brunette’s belly. Ariel gurgled as she had the wind knocked out of her; two right-handed punches to the pit of her stomach swiftly followed and had a similarly pulverizing effect as she whined breathlessly. She reached out to try and clinch as she slumped forward, but a violent thrust upward of the blonde’s bicep into the point of her chin rebuffed her flatly.
Ariel felt other girl’s left hand as it migrated to seize the right strap of her bikini top – it made a fist and clenched the thin strand tightly as it pressed into her shoulder. Hunter formed a fist with the other hand as well, and she loaded it up as she clocked the brunette in the face with it. Ariel’s head was kicked back as she reeled on her unsteady legs, but the blonde stayed on top of her with the handhold intact. A second and a third punch followed and smacked the brunette on the cheek and mouth, rocking her that much more. Ariel’s lights were fading as she staggered back, but she briefly found her senses as her eyes met Hunter’s – the blonde’s gaze was hard as it pierced into her with a laserlike focus, driven by an all-consuming intent of breaking the brunette down. Moments later, a fourth punch landed squarely on the chin to send her crashing to the ground.
Lying spread-eagle on her back as the ankle-deep waves of water washed over her and receded, Ariel stared vacantly upwards as she began to come around. Perhaps she’d gone out when she was dropped; if so, she had no way of telling for how long. There was a presence that was looming over her, difficult to discern at first, but one that came into sharper relief as Hunter straddled her waist and leaned forward to consume her entire view. The blonde’s hands reached down and caressed the breadth of her sizeable breasts, but then tightened into a death grip as they began to squeeze and gouge into them with all of the malice that could be exerted. Ariel wailed at the top of her lungs; she grabbed and tugged at the blonde’s wrists as she squirmed and kicked her feet, but it was for naught as her already-ravaged tits bore the full weight of her foe’s ire. Agonized screams quickly descended into unrestrained sobs as the pain proved to finally be more than what she could bear; she was powerless to deter Hunter from taking anything and everything that she could ever dream of. The blonde put an exclamation point on her dominance with a set of quick punches that hammered Ariel’s tits and pushed her past any semblance of coherent resistance as she wailed aloud piteously.
Brushing aside the brunette’s hands and the last vestiges of resistance along with them, Hunter lowered herself down to bring the fight to its conclusion. Ariel was barely cognizant as the coup de grace befell her, reacting only as the curvaceous swell of the blonde’s bosom pressed down against her face. Those hulking jugs molded themselves snugly against her countenance, while the blonde’s hands and arms encircled her head to squeeze and pull her in tightly Ariel could do little more than offer a few muffled whimpers and push meekly with her hands at Hunter’s hips as the breath-stealing hold ushered her into unconsciousness.
What’s worse than getting beaten in a fight by a girl wearing an ugly bikini?
That ugly bikini being the last thing you see when she’s shoving it in your face as she smothers you out.
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(This is the first part of a series of Finish Her posts requested by a friend.)
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Emma Watson versus Lindsey Pelas
No one had expected the beach brawl to be over so quickly.
What had begun as an early qualifier for 2023's Queen of the Beach tournament had turned into one of the fastest squashes in the history of the event. Emma Watson had entered the qualifier full of confidence, sure in herself that she would be able to easily dispatch the woman standing across the beach from her. Lindsey Pelas was just an airhead, she had decided, a blonde bimbo with more boobs than brains. Lindsey might have been thicker and heavier than her, but in Emma's mind that just meant that she was going to be an easier target, a sitting duck that she could quickly take down.
She was wrong. She was oh so very wrong.
Lindsey could see it in Emma's face, the disdain that the Harry Potter star had for her. She could see that Emma was already underestimating her. That was Emma's first mistake, and the only mistake that she would get to make, as long as Lindsey had anything to say about it. The thing was, was that Emma was right about one thing: Lindsey did have more boobs than brains, but Lindsey was experienced, and she had the skills to put those tits to use. She knew just how to use them to finish off even the strongest of opponents.
So, when the bell rang to begin the match, and Emma came charging recklessly across the sand for her, Lindsey was ready. She was more than prepared to handle the foolish woman. Emma came charging in, thinking she could take Lindsey down before the model had time to react, but as she reached Lindsey and threw herself at her, Lindsey suddenly moved. The buxom beauty's arms came up to catch Emma as the witch threw herself toward her, wrapping tightly around her body, and at the same time Lindsey fell backward, landing on the beach and kicking up a spray of sand, Emma trapped atop of her.
Emma squirmed, and she wiggled, trying to get out of Lindsey's hold, but Lindsey's arms were shockingly strong all things considered. Strong enough to keep Emma under control for a moment as Lindsey adjusted her own position, sliding beneath Emma to readjust herself below the woman. She wiggled slightly back in the sand, so that Emma's head was held above her chest, and it was at that moment that everyone watching knew exactly what was about to happen.
Lindsey's arms came up, wrapping around Emma's head instead of her body. She hugged tight, forcing Emma's face down in between the deep valley of her breasts.
Emma screamed, though the sound was muffled by the two giant bra-busters that were pushing against her face.
Lindsey smirked, letting out a playful moan as she felt the warmth and wetness of Emma's cries against the bare skin of her breasts.
Emma struggled, pushing against Lindsey, against the sand, doing whatever she could to try and break the smother.
Then, just like that, after not even a full minute, Emma stopped moving. Her body shuddered once, and then she went still. No more cries, no more groans. She had fallen unconscious, face-first between the heavenly breasts of the supermodel.
Once she was sure that Emma was unconscious, and once she heard her name being declared as the winner, Lindsey released her arms from around Emma's head. She bucked her body up a little bit, throwing Emma off of herself, letting the woman drop into the sand beside her. Then, she rose to her feet, giving a bow to the cheering audience before taking her leave. She didn't even bother giving Emma another look. She simply let the defeated actress lay there in the sand, hoping that when she woke up, Emma would have learned a thing or two about underestimating a 'bimbo'!
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Love a Pelas fight, and love it more when she comes out on top!
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Max VS Penny - Ball Pit Blitz
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"Did she fall in - where did she go?" asked the producer of the event as he sat forward in his chair. In front of him stood Penny, standing upright as she looked around herself nervously. She was clad in a pink lace bra that pushed her perky breasts up nice and high. She had a pair of matching panties that hugged her delicate hips, as she hesitantly leaned forward to look down at the floor to try and see through the mosh pit she found herself in.
The newest battleground that had been chosen for their latest bout proved that the two American beauties could fight anywhere and it would get asses in seats. It had been a while since the two ladies had had a fight, and both jumped at the opportunity before they had even heard at which venue it would be held. Both would later admit in hindsight that they would have even fought in a back alley for the chance to go at one another - their rivalry transcended any preferences they had to their location. Luckily, a back alley was no place for the two women, despite their money-troubled upbringing. Their next fight took place in an opulent hotel, with the ballroom closed off to anyone under the legal drinking age for tonight's match. A lot of close friends were here to watch, but more importantly... a lot of rich socialites who had come to bet on which American coast held the better woman.
As Penny looked to the producers sitting in the front row, her arms at her sides to convey a question of what now?, she felt something brush up against one of her shins. She nearly stumbled over as she took a step backward, her other foot instinctively kicking in front of her. As she extended her right leg, an arm appeared from below and seized her ankle, pulling back hard and toppling the blonde to the floor. No sooner did Penny lose her balance then up came Max Black, smashing through the ball pit's coterie of brightly-coloured plastic balls and sending dozens of them flying into every direction as she made her recurrence into the fight. Max looked around and then down at her own bust, clothed in a black lace bra that was packed to the brim. She reached down and plucked out one of the six balls that had snagged itself in her ample cleavage, shaking her assets to both dislodge the remaining balls whilst intimidating her Californian opponent at the same time. "Come on, sugar tits! Don't be mad that you can't fit as many into that small rack of yours," Max taunted as she watched the blonde's eyes lock onto her breasts with indisputable jealousy.
Penny clamoured to her feet and tried to tackle Max's legs, but the buxom brunette had other plans in mind. Max steps aside as Penny dives into a flurry of balls, quickly recovering as she goes for another pounce. This time, she slams up against Max as her 32Cs heroically challenge the brunette's 34DDs, actually causing the brunette to lose her footing and stumble backwards into the pit. Max licked her lips as she grinned, she was never one to turn down a titfight... and never one to lose one either. Penny knew that last part just as well, and in fact did not have any inclination of actually going jug-to-jug with the east coast waitress. Instead, as Max came back at her ready to thrust her best assets into the frey, Penny instead gripped Max's hips and let loose an animalistic shout as she twisted both of them into the pit below, disappearing under the sea of multicolour!
Everyone watching the fight is leaning forward in their chairs, while the camera operators are darting around the pit trying to ascertain where the two leads will inevitably pop up to continue their battle. Muffled shouting and struggling could be heard and seen beneath the ball pit as every so often, an arm or leg would pop up into view before being pulled back down out of sight. At one point, Penny tried to stand up, only to be pulled back down as Max's arms seized her waist and dragged her back below. A few seconds later, Max would try the same escape, only for Penny to rise up behind her and apply a reverse bearhug onto the brunette, her arms compressing the brunette's huge rack as she pulled the east coaster back down.
After what felt like ten minutes, Max stood up first, her breasts heaving wildly as her panted loudly. One of her bra straps had been torn, which prompted her to remove the garment altogether and toss it to the side of the pit. Her bare breasts were soaked with sweat, giving off a sheen that held every gaze in the room. Smiling once she knew every onlooker was watching, Max reached down into the pit and grabbed the blonde by her golden hair, 'helping' her out of the pit as Penny cried out from her locks being pulled so rudely. She then wrapped her arms around Penny's waist and, with a deep grunt, hoisted the L.A. native up to her feet and then in the air as she forced the west coaster into a constricting bearhug, Penny's smaller pair slowly disappearing into Max's fearsome frontage as she fought to break the embrace. Max let gravity do the rest of the work as her body suddenly turned to dead weight against Penny, forcing her body against the blonde's as the two fell back into the pit with a huge splash. Max panted hard as she lifted her 34DDs and positioned them over the blonde's face, before plunging Penny's world into darkness as she laid on her patented breast smother.
"A tale as old as time - you trapped between my beautiful breasts!" Max sneered. Penny thrashed, displacing the balls in the pit as her legs kicked out helplessly. The brunette's smirk grew as Penny was close to succumbing to the smother, her reddened face obscured by Max's glistening globes with only her panicked expression visible from Max's view. Penny's squirms then slowed down, as the blonde gave one last breath against Max's deep cleavage before going limp. It was a noble effort, but the girls had been fighting for years, and Max knew every trick in the blonde's playbook. Worse yet, this was one that Max herself had tried and failed on a few occasions herself, "Nice try, princess, but your cute face has been between my juggs more times than any of my exes... and I can tell when you're faking!"
"Shit...!" Penny's eyes snapped open in fear as she let out a loud, muffled scream into Max's bosom. The blonde beauty once again continued thrashing helplessly, expending a large portion of her remaining oxygen upon being called out by the New York waitress. After another minute of what Max now knew was legitimate struggling, Penny could only squirm feebly as she was at last snuffed into oblivion by Max's triumphant breasts. Max leaned forward cruelly, pushing Penny's face beneath the pit as she pressed her double Ds against the blonde's pretty features for another few seconds. Soon enough, the blonde's body ceases to move altogether as Max lifts Penny's upper torso toward her... before letting her unceremoniously drop back into the pit. Max stands up wobbly, but victorious, and holds a closed fist up in the air. Her palm opens to reveal the torn remnants of Penny's pink brassiere, having been removed from the blonde while they were struggling below deck. Max stuffed the bra between her envious breasts for safe-keeping -- which made it all but disappear from view in a not-so-subtle display of her proud assets -- before planting a foot on the defeated blonde, pushing her down beneath the balls as she looked ahead in anticipation towards their next fight.
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Nicole, this is magnificent! Truly at last, the Max/Penny feud achieves a sublime level of combat. Thank you so much for this! ;D
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Zazie Beetz vs Scarlett Johansson
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It started when someone at a party jokingly asked: "Who would win between Domino and the Black Widow?". The discussion soon escalated and since no agreement was reached with the theory, the two women decided to move on to practice and in the midst of the guests cheerings Scarlet and Zazie stripped to their underwear and went at it.
Of course it wasn't a flashy and fast paced martial arts fight; but rather a wild, old fashioned hairpulling, tit-twisting and pussy grabbing catfight. And while there wasn't real hatred between them, both women were absolutely determined to win.
In the end, as Zazie was laying on the ground, Scarlett went on her knee and tried to mount on top of her. But Zazie was able to wrap her legs around Scarlett's waist and started squeezing with all her strenght but Scarlett reacted by digging her nails into Zazie breasts.
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The guests understood that this was the focal moment of the fight as the two opponents remained for a while stuck in mutual torture; but finally, with a grunt of pain, Scarlett released her grip on Zazie's breasts and dug her nails into her thighs to try and undo the grip of her legs.
But Zazie grinned her teeth and kept her grip and even took the opportunity to grab Scarlett's dangling breasts.
Subjected to this double torture, Scarlett screamed her surrender.
Zazie got up and ignoring the cheering crowd offered her hand to a surprised Scarlett helping her to rise.
"It was a good fight" said Zazie "And it was fun. No hard feelings?"
"No hard feelings...but I want a rematch."
"Deal!"
With a smile the two woman embraced as the guests cheered louder, thrilled that there would be another match between these two amazing fighters.
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Nicole, this is magnificent! Truly at last, the Max/Penny feud achieves a sublime level of combat. Thank you so much for this! ;D
Hi Jack! I hope you're doing well!
Thank you - that means so much to hear. I have had horrendous writer's block so I'm glad I was finally able to whip up something! Time to brainstorm some more shorties for here, hehe.
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Good to see you back, Nicole. Thanks for the great story.
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Some of my old stories from previous accounts. I hope to get back to writing new stuff asap:
Margot Robbie vs Mila Kunis
Margot Robbie
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Mila Kunis
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There was hair everywhere.
Strands of blonde and black locks that had been ripped from the scalps of Margot Robbie and Mila Kunis were scattered across the latter’s living room. Their grunts and groans stayed trapped in the house, absorbed by the walls of the otherwise empty home. The coffee table was flipped over, bits of glass shattered and stuck in the carpeting. A few picture frames were also on the floor. Some blankets and couch cushions were scattered along with some t-shirt tatters.
The battle had carried from the living room to the dining room, where chairs sat overturned and more decorations lay broken on the floor. The two women then carried on all the way to the kitchen. A trail of hair and ripped clothing carried all the way through the sliding glass doors to the back yard. Then from the back yard back into the house. Back through the kitchen and then to the foyer. Then up the stairs, where some light streaks of blood sunk into the carpeting from the rugburn.
Finally the two women found themselves in Mila’s bedroom, where a comforter had been ripped off of the bed and onto the floor and several pillows similarly were scattered around the room. Both women had their hands in the other’s hair. They sat there, neither of them willing to release. Face-to-face, nose-to-nose, their bodies each had the trademarks of a grueling battle. A few long scratch marks ran across Mila’s face as well as a completely shredded black t-shirt that had only a few strands still barely hanging across her shoulders. Long tracks of mascara tears ran from the bottom of her down to her chin. And yet her nostrils flared, her teeth gnarled, and she would not let go of Margot Robbie’s hair.
Robbie meanwhile looked to be in slightly better shape. Her cheeks were bright red from the brutal slaps Mila had landed and similarly her white tank-top was shredded. But she seemed to have a bit more of her hair and there were no tear tracks down her cheek. In fact, she felt she had dominated most of the fight up util the moment where they got to the foyer. Mila took control there, and dragged Margot all the way up the stairs and into the bedroom. That caused the harsh scrapes on her knees and elbows. Similarly she kept her hands in Mila’s hair.
Margot had a footin Mila’s gut and pushed it forward, trying to break her rival’s hold on her hair. The smaller actress would not budge, however. Her fingers stayed embedded in those blonde locks. Nothing but hatred was plastered across Mila’s face. She wanted nothing more than to break this blonde right here and right now. She tried to stand, but found another foot in her stomach that knocked her back down to her ass. It was then that Margot saw a window. She planted her feet on the floor and just launched her bigger body towards Kunis.
The brunette let out a loud gasp as she felt the full brunt of Margot’s body on hers. It was more than enough to knock her back and she found the iron grip she had in the Aussie’s hair loosen. Margot felt it too. She felt a release. Then for the first time since the fight started she smiled. She had her.
The blonde pressed forward. Flattening Mila out on her own bedroom floor. Kunis twisted onto her stomach, which Margot was more than happy to allow as it weakened Mila’s grip on her own hair. Meanwhile Margot rooted her nails even deeper into the base of the smaller woman’s scalp. She twisted the roots of Mila’s hair around the tip of her fingers and then yanked upwards hard. The brunette whimpered. Her own grip loosened once again. So Margot dug her knee into the bitch’s spine. Then she yanked up again. Mila now screamed. Her hands fell completely from Margot’s hair and in a desperate attempt to stop the pain tried to grab Margot’s wrists.
It was no use though. The blonde had taken control and there was no way she was going to relinquish it. She used her grip on Mila’s hair to twist her neck in awkward positions. All the while she kept the point of her knee embedded in the brunette’s spine. Mila had fought off Margot in situations like this earlier in the fight. But now? She was exhausted. Physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. She hated the dread she felt. The inferiority of her own body as Margot’s slowly broke it. She wanted to tell herself that if this fight took place five years ago she would have won, but doubt clouded that thought. Maybe she never could have beaten Margot. Maybe the blonde had always been better than her and didn’t have the chance to prove it until now.
Another harsh yank to the side from Margot and Mila finally had enough.
“OOwwww, okay…” Mila moaned. “You win. Just get off of me…”
Margot’s chest swelled with pride. She leaned down as she gave Mila another yank.
With her lips to the brunette’s ear she said, “I fucking told you I would get that role. I get what I want over girls like you all the time, bitch.”
The blonde pushed Mila’s head down to the floor and then pressed her hands on the brunette’s shoulders to get up. She planted her foot on Mila’s back for just a few seconds to give the brunette one last reminder of what happened there in her own home, in her own room.
“You ever want a rematch…” said Margot. “Well, I’m sure you’ll find me.”
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Beyoncé vs Kim Kardashian
Beyoncé
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Kim Kardashian
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When Beyoncé first heard about the proposal she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. A PPV event of her and Kim Kardashian wrestling, each of them sponsored by their own clothing brands. Beyoncé of course would represent Ivy Park and Kim would be supported by her Skims brand.
“It doesn’t make any sense,” said Beyoncé. “I’d whoop her in five seconds.”
She knew Kim intimately. They had shared dinner together, nights out together, and even nights in together. The last thing Beyoncé had Kim pegged for was any sort of fighter. Add in the fact that she had five inches and at the bare minimum 10lbs on Kim and it just didn’t make any sense why Kim would propose such a thing. And yet she did. And she insisted she didn’t want it to be fake or for fun. She wanted it to be real. Her and Beyoncé, woman to woman, trying to beat the other one into the ground.
She didn’t understand it, but Beyoncé agreed to it anyway.
The Queen Bee held this opinion all the way leading up to the fight. In the interviews, in the face-off, the entire process Beyoncé held true to her high level of confidence. There was nothing Kim would possibly be able to throw at her that could make her lose this fight. She had it in the bag. If anything she might have to carry Kim for a while just so their audience got their fill.
That all changed when Beyoncé saw Kim Kardashian walk into the center of the ring. In the midst of the cameras, flashing lights, and ravenous screaming fans Beyoncé only had one thought: Kim looks unbeatable.
It was the way she carried herself. The look on her face. The way her skimpy crop top and bottoms clung to her form. The way her long hair was braided all the way down to her ass. Beyoncé was a queen, but staring across from her was a Goddess.
Beyoncé lost that fight right then and there. The fifteen minutes that came after the bell rang was only a delay of the inevitable. She had been intimidated. She felt small. She felt weak. She felt inferior. And as a result she fought that way. And as a result she found herself flung across the ring. She found herself squealing in bearhugs. She found herself on her knees or on her ass only to be yanked back to her feet by the hair. She found herself smooshed in the corner between the post and Kim’s body. She found her head snapping side to side with every slap. She found herself down face-first on the mat and then peeled back up over and over again. She found her tits flattened by Kim’s. She found her ass spanked. She felt her body tremble as Kim suffocated her with that massive booty of hers.
Finally she found herself crawling to the ropes. One last desperate attempt to escape more punishment. But Kim wasn’t having it. She took Beyoncé by the ankles and dragged her back to the center of the ring. The canvas burnt her skin as the friction felt like it was peeling it clean off. Her cheek was crimson red from the amount of times it had run across the mat, posts, and ropes. Her arms were heavy. Her legs wouldn’t listen to her brain. As Kim brought her back up to her feet she knew she couldn’t stand without her tormentor’s support.
Kim wrapped her arms around Beyoncé’s body. She tugged her in real close. Then she lifted her up off of the floor, took one big step, and then BAM. Slammed her into the canvas. Instinctively, Beyoncé’s body spasmed. Her back arched up and she let out a shriek of pain. Her entire world spun around her. Her arms and legs laid limp and utterly useless.
Then she felt a hand tug on the front of her sports bra. Kim was using it to drag her around the ring. When she stoppedBeyoncé thought that was it, but it wasn’t. Kim just wanted to re-adjust to the hair. She brought her hapless victim all around the ring, letting the cameras get perfect angles of Beyoncé’s slack-jawed panting face. Tears streamed down her face, dried, and now began to stream down them again. She had never looked so vulnerable.
After the gloating Kim decided to finally put an end to the superstar. Many expected something dramatic, but Kim had already shown off enough flair. She wanted to beat Beyoncé intimately. In a way that she knew would scar the singer for the rest of her life. In a way that would make Beyoncé flinch every time their eyes met.
Kim strung her victim’s arms across the bottom ropes. She opened Beyoncé’s legs up wide. Then she placed the back of her foe’s head on the turnbuckle. And then Kim mounted her. Her legs spread out across Beyoncé’s hips, pinning them to the canvas. She smacked her across the cheek and then grabbed her by the hair, forcing the singer to look her in the eyes. She stared down at Beyoncé. No words needed to be exchanged. They both knew who was the dominant force. Who was the true Queen between the two of them. In that moment, Kim Kardashian owned Beyoncé.
She brought her legs around Beyoncé’s torso, crossing her shins. Then, she leaned back and allowed her all-powerful thighs to simply crush Beyoncé’s sides. It took seconds for Beyoncé to scream out her submission. She tapped Kim’s flexing thighs over and over again. She wailed, her singing voice going up octave after octave. Her screams pierced the ears of every fan on the lower level of the stadium.
And then… her eyes crossed and head dropped down. Her body went slack. Beyoncé had just been knocked out cold.
Billie Eilish vs Selena Gomez
Billie Eilish
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Selena Gomez
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A ragdolled Selena Gomez had one question.
No, it wasn’t how she ended up in the position of Billie Eilish’s glistening yet marked up tits engulfing her face. It also wasn’t how she ended up with Billie’s thighs clamped around her ribcage, squeezing her like a tube of toothpaste trying to get every last bit of Selena’s will to go on out of her body.
Selena knew the answer to those questions. In fact, it seemed that so did Vegas. You see, when the news had been announced that Selena Gomez was going to be taking on young hotshot 4-0 rookie Billie Eilish everyone knew that the betting line for this match would be close. Selena was a veteran, but approaching, if not already at, her fighting peak. She wasn’t necessarily a dominant force by any means. But she was good. Very good. Especially in her weight class. Selena had wracked up a few impressive wins of her own, as well as a number of disheartening losses. This wasn’t some insane leap for Billie to take this step in her career, but for some it did seem like a significant one.
So, when the betting line came out and Selena saw herself as a slight underdog she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why.
Well, as Billie pumped her legs and tugged Selena’s non-resistant face deeper into her cleavage she pretty much figured out the answer. But before then, in fact leading all the way up to the fight Selena couldn’t rectify it in her mind. Billie Eilish, a 19-year-old rookie who had beaten absolutely nobody of note?
Sure, she looked dominant doing it, but nobodies are nobodies. Selena had decimated women five times tougher than Billie’s wins. If Billie beat Selena she would be her best win by a ridiculous margin. So why the hell was Billie Eilish favored?
The fight ended up sorting that out. As slight a favorite as Billie was, she didn’t fight like it. She was a woman possessed. Selena hated to admit it, but Billie brought a level of intensity she just didn’t have. She was cold, calculating, and the meanest bitch she had ever shared a mat with.
That isn’t to say Selena didn’t put up a fight. There were plenty of moments where she had Billie looking like she was going to quit. The blonde cursed Selena as the brunette tried to yank, slap, scratch, squeeze, and otherwise bend the other singer into submission. But Billie wouldn’t give. And not only would she not give, she’d find a way out of the situation and put Selena in one twice as painful.
So yes, while both of their bodies were maked up with claw marks and bruises, looking at them side by side would tell you the story of who won. Billie looked like she had been in a fight. Selena looked like she had lost one. And as every last bit of her spirit was being crushed and/or suffocated from her, Selena had only one question before she finally passed out.
Why the hell wasn’t Billie a much bigger favorite?
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More old stories, note that some of the ages may be off due to them being previously written:
Rachel Brosnahan vs Scarlett Johansson
A Titfighting Finish Her Story
Rachel Brosnahan
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Scarlett Johansson
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“Wow, I’m impressed,” said Scarlett with that signature smirk on her face.
Rachel had the blonde pinned to the wall. Her bare tits glued to her opponent’s. And yet it was clear from the look on each woman’s face that Rachel was far from in control. The brunette’s jaw clenched. Her eyes were wide. Her nostrils flared with frustration and fury. She kept her chest suction-cupped to Scarlett’s, doing all she could to grind her tits down into dust. And yet as much as she pressed her chest into the blonde’s, there was no budging.
Sure, she had been able to hurt Scarjo. Even now while she smirked the blonde let out small whimpers of pain as Rachel forcibly thumped her chest. She knew she was hurting Scarjo. She knew if she could hurt her she could beat her. And yet the blonde’s chest remained as steadfast as ever. Rachel had never encountered a pair of tits like this in her life. She had heard legend of Scarlett’s titfighting prowess, but now as she wasted energy trying to conquer them she realized hearing a legend and fighting one are two very different things.
In order to turn the tide Scarlette simply had to arch her back a bit and soon Rachel’s chest popped off of her own. With their hands intertwined, the blonde and brunette went back at it again. Ramming their tits against one another, trying to gain supremacy over the other. Even with five years of youth on Scarlett, Rachel could feel her chest was nowhere near as rock-solid as the blonde’s. She knew the only way to win this fight was to get her opponent on the ground and let gravity shift the tides.
“They really are quite good,” gasped out Scarlett’s raspy voice.
Rachel had hit her hard and the little gasp told her she might be cutting through the blonde’s defenses.
“Yeah,” said Rachel. “Good enough to take down the all-mighty Scarlett Johansson!”
Rachel went all out. She rammed her chest into Scarjo’s again and blasted the blonde backwards. As Scarjo stumbled Rachel saw her chance. She kept the pressure on, guiding her away from the wall and down tot he floor. The brunette’s bare breasts landed with a deafening thump on the blonde’s pair. Scarlett let out a wail of pain. Rachel had her. She knew she had her.
The brunette let gravity assist her in the bludgeoning. Up and down, back and forth. She crashed into Scarlett’s chest like waves of the ocean crashed into walls of a castle. The blonde’s face contorted with pain. She felt the full power of Brosnahan’s bosom. Scarlett’s breasts held firm for what seemed like an eternity. Rachel continued to pour all of the pressure she could downwards. Their chests were roughly the same size and shape, but for some reason Scarjo’s firmness had yet to give way. Rachel continued to pick herself up and drop down on the blonde. Hoping that seizmich shots mammary to mammary would shake the blonde’s foundation.
And then she felt it. She felt the stone-walled world famous Scarlett Johansson tits soften. What followed was a throaty groan. Unlike the small shrieks that had escaped Scarjo’s lips before. No, this was a groan of real pain. A groan of acknowledgement. An acknowledgement that her tits just began to soften. And Rachel knew she had her. The world famous titfighting champion herself, Scarlett Johansson was about to meet the end of her reign.
Rachel lined her nipples up with Scarlett’s. She pressed herself down slowly. She felt sharp resistance, but didn’t yield. She pushed down to the point where her own nipples could stand firm as well. Then she began to circle herself clockwise. Her pink stiffies kneading into the flesh of Scarlett’s chest. Slowly. Methodically. She had used her chest like a battering ram all fight, now it was time for Rachel to use them as a more elegant weapon. As one of conquest. She began to make more and more headway, each moan slipping from Scarlett’s mouth louder and raspier. The blonde’s chest slowly began to give with each rotation. Barely, but enough for Rachel to feel it.
“Ohhh fuckkkk” the raspy moans of Scarlett grew throatier, more agonized.
Scarjo had lost titfights before, but this? This was new. This was a beating. This wasn’t just size winning out, it was blunt force trauma mixed with painfully painted-on determination. She tried over and over again to lift herself up to no avail. Rachel had her. And after she finished grinding her tits into two flat pancakes sat atop her chest, the brunette went back to the blunt force. Lifting up and slamming her tits on Scarlett’s. Over and over again. She did it until all of the breath was forced from the blonde’s lungs.
The champion began to wheeze. And with the wheezing came the drooling. With the drooling came the tears. With the tears came the eyes fluttering. And then came acceptance. Scarlett couldn’t take it anymore. She needed Rachel to stop thumping her chest into dust.
“I give,” Scarlett said with a wheeze. “You win… I give up.”
But Rachel paid no attention to Scarlett’s pleading. The thumping continued. It continued until the blonde passed out. It continued until a gaggle of the crowd pried Rachel from the body. They dragged the brunette off of the unconscious blonde. But there was nothing but fire in Rachel’s eyes. She had just conquered the queen of the titfight, and all she wanted was to keep on beating her.
“Scarlett Johnasson,” she called out. “What a fucking joke!!!”
Eilish vs Minaj
A Finish Her Story
Billie Eilish
5’3” 134lbs 20 y/o
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Nicki Minaj
5’2” 137lbs 39 y/o
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“I thought you were the new hotness?” mocked Nicki as her palm cupped Billie’s dangling right breast.
Billie had wanted Nicki Minaj. The freshly turned 20-year-old had wracked up an impressive undefeated start to her fighting career and after a dominant win against Selena Gomez, she figured she was ready for a step up. So, she told her team she wanted Minaj. They tried to talk her out of it. They told her that Zendaya was interested. That Chloe Moretz would do it. Just pick someone who was a rational, responsible fighter. But Billie wanted Nicki.
After twelve minutes, Billie no longer wanted any part of Nicki Minaj. The rapper had employed the usual dose of hairpulling, slapping, and clawing that Billie had come to expect from a catfight. But the amount of titmauling and cxntbusing she experienced took the popstar by surprise. Twelve minutes in, and she was face down on the floor, her top shredded to pieces, her pussy getting pounded over and over again by Nicki’s knees, and her right breast getting absolutely crushed.
THUNK THUNK THUNK
Nicki’s knee continued to pound away at Billie’s mound. The pop star sobbed. Nicki used her free hand to take a handful of blonde hair and forced Billie’s face up off of the ground. Eilish had never looked like this. Desperate. Degraded. Destroyed.
Minaj leaned into Billie’s ear and said, “You might be tough fuckin’ around with all them Disney bitches. But next to me you ain’t shit, got it?”
Billie let out a moan and replied, “Mmmm… yeeeesssss…”
“Who owns this cxnt?” Nicki asked, her knee continuing to pound away.
“Ughnfff…. Nicki Minaj,” Billie said.
“And who owns these tits?”
“Nicki… Minaj.”
“And who owns this hair?”
“N… Nicki… M… Minaj.”
“And who owns you, ho?”
Billie bursted into tears again as she cried out, “NICKI MINAJ!!!”
Nicki let go of Billie’s hair and tit. She rose to her feet, looking down at her handiwork. She planted her foot on Billie’s ass and dug her heel in one last time for good measure. Then she stomped out of the room, leaving the young formerly unbeaten pop star to reckon with the fact that she wasn’t quite the unbeatable badass she thought she was.
Emilia Clarke vs Kristen Bell
Emilia Clarke
5’2” 115lbs 35 y/o
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Kristen Bell
5’1” 105lbs 41 y/o
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Emilia’s back splattered in the cold paint. She let out an agonized groan. Kristen Bell rolled on top of her. The last few minutes had been an absolute slog. Both women rolled around in the paint, wrestling for top position. Emilia had found Kirsten to be an annoyingly spry and enthusiastic opponent, unwilling to allow the brit to simply settle on top of her. Try as she might, Emilia couldn’t seem to keep her smaller blonde opponent under her for too long.
The back of her brunette locks were thick with paint, as was her t-shirt. Some of the substance had begun to dry on her arms and crack. But soon she would find herself rolling around in a fresher patch and another coat would cover her. It was on her face, her pants, in her ear, nose, mouth, and some had even slipped into more delicate places. She could only imagine Kristen was going through the same level of discomfort as her.
But, it was now the blonde who had settled on top. Kristen wanted to make sure she took advantage of this situation, so she slid her hands up from Emilia’s shoulders and into her hair. She leaned her body down, allowing her cleavage to press down on her opponents. Emilia let out another agonized groan, so Kristen figured she must be doing something right. Just as she planned to slam herself body-first on Emilia again though, the brit planted her feet in the viscous substance and snapped her hips.
Now it was Kristen’s turn to splat in the paint and let out an agonized groan. She tried to keep Emilia off of her and tugged her hair away from her. Emilia couldn’t seem to get her balance, so Kristen tried to flip them again. She succeeded. Emilia’s groan was now agonized and frustrated. She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t keep Kristen pinned down. Emilia flipped them again. Then Kristen flipped them right back. Emilia flipped Kristen. Kristen clamped her thighs around Emilia’s right leg and flipped them once more.
Emilia was now panting. Kristen gave her a sharp tug of the hair, forcing the brunette’s paint-splattered face to contort in pain. With her left hand, Kristen put it on Emilia’s jaw and pushed her head up at a sharp angle. Emilia planted her feet as best she could and tried to flip herself on top of Kristen… but this time it didn’t work. Emilia let out a distressed moan and tried it again. But now she couldn’t get the blonde to budge an inch. Kristen smiled. She had done it… Emilia was exhausted!!!
The brunette let out throaty, desperate cries as she tried over and over to flip Kristen. It may as well have been trying to move a 400lbs boulder. Bell was going nowhere. Emilia realized she had been worn down. Her limbs felt weighed down by some invisible force. They felt both stiff and limp at the same time. Her breathing had become labored, her jaw hanging open trying to gulp in as much air as she could. Her chest rapidly rose and fell.
Kristen kept her pinned though. She kept a hand in that hair and tugged it back every now and then to get another audible expression of pain out of her suffering foe. Kristen moved her hand over Emilia’s mouth and nose. The brit tried to pull the blonde’s hand away, but she couldn’t seem to get that to budge either. With her air supply cutoff, Emilia soon felt light-headed. Her entire body began to tingle. Kristen relented after a while, but not before she was sure Emilia could no longer fight back.
“I’ve always wanted to do this…” Kristen said.
She wasn’t entirely sure if she had ever breast-smothered someone before. It’s possible she had, but it wasn’t exactly a go-to move for the comedic actress. Kristen was well aware of where her strengths lied when it came to fights. Legs and stamina. If she could incorporate those things, she could win. The problem was often her stature, which allowed her to get bullied. But not so against Emilia. Despite a ten pound disadvantage, Kristen stayed focussed and catty. She had worn down her beautiful brunette opponent, and now she could try something she rarely, if ever got to try. Kristen looked down at her paint-covered boobs. She had to admit… they looked fantastic. Perhaps it was the support her tight red outfit was giving her, but they looked positively huge! More than big enough to make an already delirious woman succumb, at least.
So, Kristen wrapped her arms around the back of Emilia’s head. The brunette muttered some incoherent protest and weakly tried to push at Kristen’s shoulders. But there was no stopping it at this point. She was too worn down to stop her. Kristen’s breasts slid over Emilia’s face, covering her nose and mouth fairly easily. The blonde even felt it necessary to rotate her shoulders, making sure Emilia’s nose was battered by her tits. The hold didn’t last long. It didn’t need to. Before long Emilia was fast asleep under Kristen’s chest.
Bell dropped her opponent in the paint. Some more of it went flying in every direction. She took Emilia’s thin wet, white t-shirt and ripped it open down the middle. Then, she took two heaping handfuls of paint and slathered Emilia’s bare breasts with it. The stiff pink nipples pointing toward the sky soon were covered in a mixture of blue, orange, and yellow paint. She rubbed it all up and down Emilia’s torso, making sure she painted every inch of it. Then, she tugged her pants off and began the same process with her legs. Finally, she cupped as much paint as she could and began to pour it over the knocked out face of Emilia Clarke. By the time Kristen was finished, Emilia had looked like a rainbow.
A very sleepy, very pathetic rainbow.
Scarlett Johansson vs Alice Eve
Titfight
Scarlett Johansson
5’3” 126lbs 37 y/o 32D
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Alice Eve
5’5” 123lbs 39 y/o 32D
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The event was a simple one. Scarlett Johansson and Alice Eve locked in a hands-off titfight battle. The result twenty-three minutes in… was less clear.
It was hard not to find a person not talking about the fight. Especially since Scarlett’s shocking loss to Rachel Brosnahan a few months prior. Since that fight Scarjo had stayed out of the fighting life all together. Was she training? Was she retired? Nobody knew. Until a few weeks prior it had been announced that she and Alice Eve were to go bosom to bosom. The two had never clashed. But it had long been debated who had the better chest between the two. They were similar in age, height, weight, and cup size. So it was only natural that they’d be compared. Not to mention the national pride each woman carried with them.
So, when viewers tuned in to see the two busty blondes go boob-to-boob there were a few questions on everyone’s minds. Was Scarlett’s loss to Rachel a bump in the road to an otherwise spectacular titfighting career? Or had she finally lost her touch that made her such a once-vicious foe? And for Alice, could she hang with a legend like Scarjo? She was considered a fine titfighter, to be sure. But at almost 40 she had never faced someone with the stature of Johansson.
Twenty-three minutes. The two women grunted, banged, smooshed, squealed, pushed, pressed, sweated, cried, and squeezed themselves together for twenty-three minutes. And still no winner had been decided.
Scarlett came in as the slight favorite, and anyone with money on the match was sitting on the edge of their seats. Even those who didn’t bet on the outcome had their eyes glued to their screens. Whose chest would finally collapse? Who would no longer be able to take the pressure anymore? Who would finally win a decades old debate?
“HYUUUUNNNNNHGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”
It had happened. One of the fighters had screamed so loud that it shook everyone other than her tormentor to the bone. And the voice was an undeniable one. It was distinct. It was remarkable. Nobody else could have screamed like that…
It was the raspy, throaty yelp of Scarlett Johansson. Alice Eve, arms wrapped around her opponent, had finally locked in the bearhug that did it. She could feel Scarlett’s firm mountains begin to betray their owner. Their bare orbs glued together, they both knew this mutual bearhug would likely be the last stand for one of them. And as Scarlett felt her breasts begin to cave in, she knew it was over. Her face contorted in agony. Her body shook from head to toe. Her sweat-soaked tits glistened as they began to pancake under Alice’s pressure.
Scarlett’s back hit the wall.
“Oh god,” she panted.
Alice moved her hands from around Johansson’s body and to her wrists. There, she pinned her fellow blonde’s hands to the wall without any resistance. Alice peeled her breasts from Scarlett’s. Then she began ramming them forward, pulling them back, then ramming them again. The sound of their flesh colliding echoed throughout the almost silent room. The only noise that cut through the sound were Scarlett’s incoherent groans and begs for mercy. But Alice continued. She ignored Johansson’s pleas. She knew she had won… this was about proving a point.
The London native rolled her shoulders, steamrolling her foe’s already defeated tits. The groaning, the tears, the begging… they all gave Alice an enormous sense of superiority. But nothing compared to the actual feeling of another woman’s chest flattening under hers. And to do it to such a famous bosom… Alice could barely hold back her excitement.
After the torture and thorough smooshing, Alice only said one thing.
“Your tits were devastatingly overrated, dear.”
And with that she released Scarlett from her hold. The Brit turned around as she scooped up Scarlett’s bra which had been removed pre-fight and held it over her head like a trophy. Then she scooped her own up and put it back on. She gave one last glance back at the sobbing Johansson, who was clutching her battered breasts and hanging her head. Then, Alice simply smirked and exited the arena, sure of her superiority over the “great” Scarlett Johansson.
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Rivalries at War: A Finish Her Story
Bella Thorne & Chloe Grace Moretz vs Emma Watson & Kristen Stewart
Bella Thorne
5’8” 124lbs 24 y/o 32D
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Chloe Grace Moretz
5’4” 128lbs 24 y/o 32A
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Emma Watson
5’5” 117lbs 31 y/o 32B
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Kristen Stewart
5’5” 120lbs 31 y/o 32B
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It had taken twenty minutes. Twenty grueling minutes of hairpulling, slapping, body blows, pinning, reversals, tears, moans, and swears… but Chloe finally had her. She twisted her fingers into Emma’s hair while she mounted the Brit’s back. Her legs clamped around her older foe’s waist. The telltale signs of deadweight and uncontrolled panting told Chloe that Emma’s body had just quit on her. She took this moment to sneak a peek over at how her “teammate” was faring. Not quite as well. Bella’s signature fire-red hair was thin and frazzled. Her make-up smeared and cheeks red from the relentless assault Kristen Stewart had launched upon her. To be honest, though… Chloe didn’t mind.
She had only agreed to this pairing so that she could get her hands on Emma. As much as Chloe couldn’t stand Bella, she couldn’t pass up the chance to take out Miss Watson. And so that’s the deal she made. One with the devil she knew. Bella was initially skeptical. Who could blame her? At any moment Chloe could have turned on her, made it a 3v1 pounding. But something in the way Chloe looked at Emma made the redhead feel secure. The smaller blonde looked at Emma… well the way she looked at Bella. With utter disdain. This comforted Bella in a way. She knew that as long as Watson was in the fight, she didn’t have to worry about being betrayed. However, as Kristen Stewart took a handful of her hair and used it to throw Bella into the wall, she thought maybe she had made a huge mistake.
Kristen knew it was in her best interest to go help Emma. After all, she was currently bringing Bella up to her feet by force, but she knew the girl was still a ways away from breaking completely. Hell, she might even start whooping Kristen again. The fight hadn’t been all Stewart. Sure, she agreed to pair up with Emma but only with the thought in the back of her mind that Bella Thorne would weaken her to the point of exhaustion. That plan didn’t quite go as planned, however as it became clear Chloe was the one with eyes for Emma. This made Kristen’s job much more difficult in her estimation. She had pegged Bella as the bigger threat between the two, and for a lot of the fight it definitely seemed that way. Bella’s size caused Kristen all sorts of problems early on as the redhead overpowered her and essentially kept her underneath that tall, athletic frame of hers. But, Kristen clawed her way back to the point where now it was Bella letting out squeals of pain. Kristen thought she could finish the girl… but as she saw the glazed-over teary-eyed face on Emma’s face she realized her fighting partner was finished. She should know… she caused that look to be plastered across Emma’s face plenty of times.
There was no other way to put it: Emma was exhausted. She had thrown everything she had at Chloe. Every trick in the book. Even things she didn’t even try at her most hated rival, Kristen. Nothing could seem to break the smaller girl’s spirit. And twenty agonizing minutes had culminated in where she was now. Her head was yanked up as Chloe pinned her chest-first into the carpeting. Emma let out a yelp. Maybe it was a subconscious call to Kristen. Man, Emma never thought she’d want to see Kristen Stewart in the middle of a fight. But now, she’d welcome her longtime enemy with open arms. Chloe grabbed Emma’s left wrist and brought it behind her own back. Then, she jammed it up as far as she could. Watson screamed. Chloe brought her legs forward, snapping her thighs around Emma’s ribcage as her ankles locked in front of Emma’s face. Watson screamed louder. Her eyes began to leak streams of tears. She had fought Chloe with every ounce of passion she had… and the small blonde was on the verge of snuffing out the last bit of fight she possessed.
Kristen pulled Bella up by the hair. Chloe continued to squeeze Emma senseless. Bella groaned as her knees buckled. Emma screamed through sobbing tears.
At that moment Kristen and Chloe’s eyes met. They knew they had to come to a decision… do they stay enemies or possibly handle each other’s rivals. Kristen gave Chloe a small nod. Moretz smirked as she released Emma’s wrist and now went two-hands in the Brit’s hair. Stewart’s backhand practically spun Bella around. Then, she rushed the redhead in a reverse bearhug, which she then turned into a lift and slam. The sounds of agony that emanated from Bella and Emma’s lips might as well have been sweet music to their own partner’s ears. Kristen’s forearm slipped across Bella’s throat as she squeezed the redhead with all she had. Emma’s screams were becoming less loud and her head had begun to slump forward.
It only took about a minute for both women to lie unconscious on the hotel suite floor. Kristen and Chloe each rose to their feet.
“Kristen,” said Stewart as she extended her hand.
“Chloe,” said Moretz in return, shaking Kristen’s hand. “Guess we should call it a draw then, huh?”
“I think that’s for the best,” Kristens said as she took Chloe’s arm and began to walk out of the room with her. “You’re going to have to tell me how you wore Emma out like that! I mean that’s a thing of beauty.”
“No problem,” replied Chloe. “As long as you tell me how you made Bella your own personal ragdoll.”
The two women left their respective “teammates” splayed out across the floor. Their bodies were covered with bruises and scratches. Strands of hair and patches of clothing missing. When they awoke they each would wonder who had won the fight. Only to realize that nobody had won… only they had lost.
Emma Watson vs Mila Kunis
Emma Watson
5’5” 117lbs 31 y/o
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Mila Kunis
5’4” 115lbs 38 y/o
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To put it nicely… both of these women needed a win. Their prides were on the line. For Emma, she had just gotten thoroughly demolished at the hands of her second most prominent rival, Chloe Moretz. While in a doubles catfight with her main rival, Kristen Stewart, Moretz was able to take control early and cease to let up. Emma’s pride was terribly hurt and her reputation taken down a peg. After all, she was over 30 now. Perhaps the sporty Brit silver screen darling no longer had “it” anymore. Perhaps she was old news. It happens to celebrities who started fighting at her age all the time. You burst on the scene and then fizzle out.
Emma was determined to prove that wasn’t the case.
Likewise, Mila was also in the midst of licking her wounds. After a fight with Margot Robbie over a movie role, Mila was left utterly shredded in her own home. The news of their fight spread like wildfire and it just became accepted that Kunis, almost 40, was simply no longer much of a threat anymore. Sure, she might pick on some young never-was. But to beat a truly high profile opponent? Those days were gone.
Mila disagreed.
So, naturally the two women who needed a win most found each other. Then they fought each other. Whilst in Emma’s trailer for her next project, the two 30-something actresses absolutely went to town on each other. The entire place rocked back and forth. There were screams and squeals that leaked out from the trailer, but nobody dared open it. Everyone knew what was happening in there. Everyone knew it was between Emma and Mila. So, the squeals and banging continued as the two actresses conducted their own private war inside. They fought for what seemed like ages, but in reality it was only about twenty-five minutes.
Emma leaned against the countertop of her kitchenette, clutching the side of her head. Her hair sleek and stuck to her cheeks by sweat. Her face sported four distinctive claw marks that ran from the right side of her forehead all the way down to her chin. The makeup department was going to love that. Her clothes, of course, were almost completely shredded. She sported the decrepit remains of a white t-shirt barely clinging to her body, while her shorts had been stripped from her long ago. Of course, Emma’s body sported bruises and claw marks as well. Running from the base of her collarbone across the top of her cleavage were pale red nail marks. She had a bruise on her left thigh. Her right ass cheek was bright red. And to the left of her belly button was a bite mark. All in all, she looked like she had just gotten into a fight with a lioness. In away she had.
Mila was no stranger to battle scars, either. Her chest and right cheek were beat red from the unholy amount of slaps that Emma had rained down upon her. Her dark raven locks were an absolute mess, with much of them scattered along the carpeting of the trailer. Mila’s top was gone completely, though she willingly removed it after it had gotten in the way too often. Her daisy dukes still remained, though the legs they showed off were all scraped and scratched. She stood with her hand on the living area table, rubbing her cheek as she shot Emma the dirtiest look imaginable.
So far, the two combatants had been equals. Neither one gaining the advantage they so desperately fought for. But, that was about to change. As Emma moved towards Mila, the Brit tried again to latch onto her rival’s hair. She whipped Mila’s head back and forth, the Ukranian’s body stumbling along. Emma’s chest swelled with pride as she controlled the action. A harsh knee to Kunis’s stomach had the older woman doubled over. Then, it was simply a matter of tossing her head-first into the cabinets. Kunis dropped. Her hands slid down the wooden cabinets as she attempted to get to her feet, but Emma was on her quickly. She took another handful of hair and yanked Mila’s head back. She stuck a knee in her spine.
Her jaw clenched, Emma leaned down and said, “Give. Up.”
Mila would be lying if she said she didn’t want to. Oh how she wanted to give in. Emma had pushed her to her limits and beyond. The sweet, innocent posh starlet surely didn’t have it in her to be that catty. Mila had heard the stories of Emma’s victories, but they just didn’t seem true. They completely conflicted with every public image Emma had ever attempted to build. But Mila had found out first-hand not to judge a book by its cover. Kunis refused to give in, so Emma bent her back even more sharply over her knee. Then, she raised her left hand and began to mercilessly barrage Mila’s cheeks with slaps. As if her face wasn’t already marked up enough, Mila had to just take the slaps as she tried to pull Emma’s iron-clad grip from her hair. She moved Watson’s wrists, but with it came yet another chunk of hair. Mila held back tears as the hair follicles were ripped from her scalp. But it gave the older actress an opportunity.
With her hair no longer in Emma’s clutches, Mila threw her head back. It sunk perfectly into Watson’s abdomen. The Brit doubled over, backing away as she cradled her stomach. But, before she could get too far, Mila reached back and sunk her knees into both sides of Emma’s temples. Emma did most of the work for her. As she backed away, the younger woman had inadvertently caused more damage as Mila’s nails scraped down the side of her face. Emma stumbled back, her ass plopping on the couch in the living area. Kunis turned and saw an opening. She grabbed hold of Emma’s ankles and tugged her down onto the floor with her. Emma’s head hit the floor with a loud *THUNK*. Mila crawled on top of her prey. She twisted her fingers in Emma’s hair and brought the younger actress’s head up off of the floor. Then, she wallopped her with the hardest combination of front-handed and back-handed slaps she could muster. When Emma didn’t cover up, Mila did it again. Emma’s head snapped back and forth, back and forth. Over and over again. The brit only offered up squeals and moans in return. That’s when Mila realized what had happened… she had just taken the fight out of Emma.
Dazed, hurt, and now pinned, Emma could no longer summon the confidence to fight back. She had given it her all against Mila. She had stood her ground and tried every trick she knew. She got as catty and nasty as possible. And it still wasn’t enough. She didn’t have enough to make Mila quit. To break her spirit. But Mila had enough to break Emma’s. And as Emma laid there with limbs limp and eyes closed, her face getting brutally snapped back and forth with each snap, she began to wonder if the rumors about her were true. Was she finished? Did she no longer have that “it” factor? If Mila Kunis could beat her, who couldn’t? That’s when Emma started to cry. Kunis’s hands started to get wet from the moisture of the tears and the slapping sound of flesh-on-flesh had a little added oomph to it.
Mila meanwhile was overjoyed with this outcome. She was slapping Emma Watson silly and there was nothing the British bitch could do about it! Forget Margot Robbie, that loss would be forgotten. Beating Emma Watson? Well, that’s a career-defining achievement. And Mila realized perhaps her career was far from over. Maybe, it was just beginning. Still, she had to savor the moment somehow.
Mila stopped slapping Emma and quickly grabbed the tattered remains of her top. She hoisted Emma’s shoulders off of the floor and then leaned forward as the beaten woman’s head flopped back. Mila stuck out her tongue and in one long, deliberate lick, lapped up the tears flowing down Emma’s left cheek. Then, she did it again with the right.
“Fucking delicious,” said Mila Kunis.
Kiernan Shipka vs Emma Watson
Kiernan Shipka
5’2” 102lbs 22 y.o.
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Emma Watson
5’5” 114lbs 32 y.o.
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In baseball, there is a term known as the Mendoza line. It’s used in reference to a former MLB player Mike Mendoza, who didn’t hit very well. It means that if you’re below that level of play that you’re struggling. Emma had heard the whispers before her fight with Kiernan about a “Watson line.” That if you can’t beat Emma Watson, you might as well pack it in. Emma knew about this rumor and still went out and embarrassed herself. She thought about this and could no longer keep it together.
Emma Watson couldn’t breathe. The forearm of Kiernan Shipka had clamped down around her windpipe. Additionally, Shipka’s legs had found themselves around Emma’s torso and were squeezing any remaining air from her lungs. Her head felt light as air. Her body slightly warm and tingly. Hair was stuck to her lips and in her mouth, but those were clearly the least of the British actress’s worries. Her most pressing worry was the fact that no oxygen was entering her body. There were other problems too. Like the fact that the sides of her abdomen burned in agony. Plus, she was currently losing to a smaller, younger, less experienced opponent which was made worse by the fact that everyone seemed to think they looked alike. Emma knew a loss like this would be one she never lived down, and yet she couldn’t find it in herself to fight back. She was exhausted. Worn out by a more energetic, and fitter opponent. It was bad enough she had to suffer through recent losses to Chloe Moretz and Mila Kunis, but this… well this felt like an all-time low.
Kiernan was scrawny. Not much muscle to her body. In fact, in the early goings of the fight Emma thought this would be a five minute contest. She easily overwhelmed the smaller and younger actress. But Kiernan kept fighting. She kept escaping. She kept coming at Emma. And eventually, Emma got slow while Kiernan stayed quick. Then, the ass kicking commenced. Emma found herself at Kiernan’s mercy as the American clawed, slapped, squeezed, and stretched her way into the victory position she had taken up. Emma’s feet kicked the floor. Her hands weakly tugged at Kiernan’s arm, but there was no escaping this. Emma felt a deep sense of embarrassment wash over her as she thought about what a loss like this would do to her reputation. Kiernan not only would have left her body in tatters, but her prestige as well.
Over a decade of fights… and now all of a sudden Emma would be known as “easy” or a “pushover.” Or even worse, perhaps she’d be called a “stepping stone.” A placeholder for girls on their way up to beat. Girls like Kiernan who had so much of her fighting career ahead of her. Emma remembered when she was a young up and comer… now she was thirty and on the verge of a three fight losing streak. The tears began to stream. She tapped on Kiernan’s arm, signaling her surrender to the younger actress. Kiernan gave her one last squeeze, then finally released her victim.
If there was a Watson line, Kiernan had just cleared it with ease.
Ariel Winter vs Emma Watson
A Messy Finish Her Story
Ariel Winter
5’1” 134lbs 38-38-34 32D 24 y/o
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Emma Watson
5’5” 114lbs 34-23-34 32B 32 y/o
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Emma wondered how it came to this. Wrestling some ensemble sitcom cast member for clout. She knew Ariel Winter was dangerous. Hell, one look at her curves told Emma everything she needed to know about how brutal a fight this was going to be. But she was Emma fucking Watson. She should be fighting Kristen Stewart, Scarlett Johansson, Margot Robbie… not some tv star on a show that wasn’t even airing anymore. And certainly not in some mud hole in the middle of nowhere with a crowd drunk on warm beer hooting and hollering at them. But, three straight losses to Chloe Moretz, Mila Kunis, and Kiernan Shipka had forced her to take a fight she wouldn’t normally take.
She felt she had done well considering the circumstances. The thick mud had lent itself to Ariel’s style. Emma’s normally quick and agile plan of attack was hindered while Ariel was able to get in close. Winter had taken Emma down to the mud at least six times while Emma hadn’t been on top once. Still, she had been able to slip out from under her heavier foe each time. She knew what Ariel was trying to accomplish. Hell, everyone in the audience knew. Ariel wanted to plant Emma’s face under her enormous chest and smother out the British movie star. So far that had been avoided.
The two women stood, Emma’s back coated with mud. Ariel looked relatively clean next to her opponent, though still sported some mud-caked shins and forearms. A smattering of mud was across both of their faces and fronts, but not much. They sunk about ankle deep into the muck, each step forward took significant effort for the worn down women. Their arms hit one another’s shoulders. Ariel ducked underneath Emma’s and let her body slam forward. With twenty pounds of advantage, she charged forward through the mud, forcing Emma’s feet through it. The British celebrity however had chosen her moment. She bent her knees and snapped her hips, tossing a shocked Ariel down to the ground.
*SPLAT*
Emma pounced. She laid her body flat across Ariel’s and moved her hands up to the other woman’s palms. She pinned her down, but Ariel quickly bucked her hips up, rolling Emma onto her back. Emma’s eyes widened. She felt her hands sink deep into the mud. Ariel stretched her out. The moment that everyone had been waiting for happened. Ariel’s massive chest covered Emma’s entire face. The two women struggled a bit in the mud, but Emma was firmly pinned. She didn’t have the strength to overcome a 20 pound difference. The back of her head sunk into the mud as the weight of Ariel’s chest pressed down. The crowd lost their minds as Ariel proudly smirked, puffing her chest out to fully encapsulate Emma. She continued to spread out her arms, really making sure she let the Brit know who was on top. The pinned woman tried to thrust her hips up, but Ariel refused to be bucked. She planted Emma’s hips back down into the mud, sinking her ass down. This gave Emma just a little bit of space though, and she was able to turn her head. The left side of her face sunk into the mud as it poured into her nostril and mouth. Ariel soon realized she was no longer smothering her opponent… and that just would not do.
Yanking Emma up off of the ground, Ariel wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in tight. Emma was able to move to the side a bit, but she still felt her body crushed between Ariel’s arms and torso. She moved her hands, covered with mud, up to Ariel’s face and began to push. The mud ran into the American’s eyes and Emma felt the grip loosen. She began to slide down her opponent’s curvier body until she fully fell to the ground, slipping free. Ariel reached down for Emma’s hair, but the Brit quickly acted. She took Ariel’s ankles in her hands, and pulled. Winter’s body flopped backwards at an instant ninety degree angle and her back splatted into the mud again.
Watson once again quickly moved. She got to her feet and stood over Ariel. Bending over, she began to slap Winter’s face back and forth. The sitcom star kicked her foot up, hitting Emma on the back of her right knee, which buckled and dropped into the mud. Emma quickly snapped her hands to the ground, they sank up to her wrists, but she was able to balance herself. Ariel’s hands flew up, clasping Emma’s on the back of the head. She began to pull down. Emma gritted her teeth as she felt her neck strain. She tried to get her right foot under her and push upwards with her hands. Still bent over, she had to try to power out of Ariel’s grip. Her body shook with effort. She couldn’t rise any more though. They were stuck in a stalemate, neither woman willing to give in. Ariel’s power pouring down on her neck, Emma let out a long, whiny moan as she tried to fight off the pain.
Eventually though, Emma felt her head begin to dip. Her right knee sank back down into the mud. Her body slowly began to flatten out. Her face dropped perfectly dead-center into Ariel’s cleavage. Ariel Winter had overpowered her yet again. Emma’s hands uselessly slipped off of Ariel’s shoulders as she tried to push herself up. There was no grip to get, though. And with every passing moment Emma’s attempts to free herself became weaker. She laid down completely flat across Ariel’s body now, which made it incredibly easy for Winter to flip their positions. Emma’s back once again sank in the mud while her hands desperately slid off of Ariel’s shoulders.
“No escape this time,” Ariel mocked. “You might be a big deal out there. But when it comes to in here, you’re fucking mine!”
Emma’s muffled moans and pathetic attempts to free herself eventually subsided. Her body went slack. Ariel lowered Emma’s head down into the mud before peeling her magnificent cleavage off of her face. Ariel sat up, put her hands on her hips and beamed at the crowd. It was messy, but it was one hell of a win.
Emma Watson vs Millie Bobby Brown
Emma Watson
5’5” 114lbs 34-23-34 32B 32 y/o
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Millie Bobby Brown
5’4” 115lbs 34-23-34 34B 18 y/o
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Millie had waited ages for this.
She had known for a very long time who she wanted her first ever catfighting opponent to be. Some had suggested her Stranger Things co-star Sadie Sink. Others suggested other rising stars like Kieran Shipka or Olivia Rodrigo. She would get to them in time. For now though, she wanted Emma Watson. She had always wanted Emma to be her first fight. Now over 30, Emma had become a veteran of the fighting game. No longer was she the shiny new toy of everyone’s affection. She represented a generation gone by in fighting. And Millie was out to prove she was the newer, better generation.
Emma at first was hesitant to accept the fight. After all, she had been having a rough go of it. Four straight losses sat next to her record. First Chloe Moretz, then Mila Kunis, Kieran Shipka, and finally she had found herself squashed in a mud pit by Ariel Winter. By taking on Millie she had been boxed into a no-win situation. If she beat the newcomer everyone would say this was to be expected. After all, Millie had no fighting experience whatsoever. It would be like punching down. However, if she lost… well that would be utterly devastating to Emma’s already plummeting reputation. But there was more to it than that. Emma deep down had hoped to help guide Millie through the wild world of celebrity catfights. She knew Millie was the bright new star of Britain and wanted to help her ascend the heights that she had when she was younger. Instead, it seemed Millie was insistent on making them rivals. Well, so be it.
The two British stars were completely entangled on the floor of the hotel suite. Their legs were all twisted together like pretzels and each one of them had their hands in the other’s hair. Millie had shown she was for real. She had attacked Emma early and often, putting the veteran on her heels. For the first ten minutes of the fight Millie had thoroughly dominated her opponent, whipping her around the room, shredding her clothes to pieces, yanking her every which way by the hair, and squeezing the life out of her any chance she got. Emma was a veteran, though. A savvy one at that. Slowly she began to chip away at Millie. It wasn’t obvious. A slap here. A tug of the hair there. She kept escaping from under Millie and slipping in and out of her control. Twenty minutes in and Emma had finally fought her explosive foe to a standstill.
Millie’s hands remained firmly entrenched in Emma’s hair. She slowly began to sit herself up and crane Watson’s head back. Emma held her position firm. Her neck strained, but even as Millie began to untangle her legs, the older woman remained determined not to give up any ground. Soon, Millie completely unfurled her legs and was able to mount Emma around the waist. With a sharp tug and a sudden chest-first lunge forward, Millie overpowered Emma and knocked the veteran actress to her back. However, Emma popped up her hips and rolled. She took the younger woman by surprise and was able to completely flip positions. Now with Emma on top, she could finally take control of the fight.
Or so she thought…
Emma released her grasp on Millie’s hair and tried to gain control of her wrists. She was able to gruelingly make some headway, separating Millie’s hands from her scalp. Millie was too quick, though and slipped her legs between the two of them. She extended them suddenly, kicking Emma back. The older actress stumbled onto her ass. Millie scrambled to her feet and then launched herself at her newly-minted rival. After a few more seconds of hairpulling and rolling around on the floor, Millie had been able to wrap her legs around the ribcage of her opponent. With both of her hands once more deeply entrenched in Emma’s hair, Millie yanked her foe’s head back as her thighs squeezed together.
Emma Watson shrieked in pain.
Millie forced her way on top of Emma, straddling her opponent. She picked her head up and started to slam it down onto the floor. Emma pushed up against Milie’s jaw. Struggling and squirming, she was able to turn over onto her stomach. Millie lifted Emma’s head up by the hair and brutally slammed her forehead-first into the carpeting. Emma’s eyes went a little cross-eyed as her body relaxed. The teen actress slid her forearm across the veteran fighter’s throat. Then, she pulled her back, toppling onto her side as her legs once again snaked around the hips of her prey.
Emma gagged and choked. Her face started to turn red. Then it started to turn a shade of purple. Her arms and legs flailed. She tried to grab hold of Millie’s wrist, but the hold was locked in too tightly and Emma had lost too much energy. The younger actress’s teeth gnarled as she looked down at the huffing and puffing struggling Emma. Squeezing even tighther, her forearm pressing against the throat of her opponent, Millie shouted down an order to Emma.
“GIVE UP!!!” She roared.
With tears streaming down her now violet cheeks, Emma finally had to relent. She desperately tapped on the floor and signaled out her submission.
“I give up…” Emma wheezed.
Millie released Emma Watson, and planted her foot on her hip, using it to kick the loser’s body away from her. Emma rolled on her stomach, face buried in the floor as she used her hands to hide herself. Millie walked over and planted a triumphant foot on the small of Emma’s back.
Millie had made a statement today. She was the real deal.
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Zendaya Coleman vs Khloe Kardashian
Zendaya Coleman
5’10” 130lbs 25 y/o
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Khloe Kardashian
5’10” 132lbs 37 y/o
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Zendaya let out an exasperated gasp. Her body flopped to the canvas, limp and useless. Her eyes were closed and her jaw was slack. Her breath was heavy. She slowly began to raise her head. She saw ropes. Something in her mind told her to crawl to them. So, she began to crawl. She dragged her body as far as she could, slowly and painfully. Her legs weren’t cooperating like she wanted them too. They were long, flaccid weights at this point, anchors she would have to drag along with her. Still, she crawled. She crawled for what seemed to her like hours, but in reality it was a couple of seconds at best. She reached out for the rope, and right as her right hand went to grab it… she felt herself whisked backwards. Her chest scraped along the wrestling mat as her right hand stayed extended for a moment. Then, she dropped her head down onto the canvas and moaned. There was more punishment in store for her.
Khloe forcibly brought the young Hollywood star back to the center of the ring. She swayed her hips a bit over the desperate Zendaya, before turning around to face her victim’s butt. Khloe squatted down, took hold of Zendaya’s left leg, and pulled it back at the harshest angle she could possibly form. Zenday’s leg was so long that the sole of her foot practically touched the back of her head. Of course, Zendaya’s screams filled the arena. Khloe yanked so hard that Zendaya’s lower abdomen rose off of the canvas. The actress lifted her hand up, primed to finally tap out… but suddenly Khloe dropped her leg.
“Please…” groaned Zendaya. “No more, please…”
“Sorry babe,” said Khloe. “You’ve got to learn your lesson.”
Zendaya felt Khloe start to wrap her arms around her thighs. She wondered what fresh hell awaited her here. Khloe bent her elbows, completely wrapping up Zendaya’s legs as close to her crotch as possible. Then, she began to pull back. Instantly, Zendaya’s agonized cries echoed throughout the arena. Her body was viciously bent backwards as Khloe applied the counter weight of sitting on her neck. Zendaya’s body rose off of the canvas, but her chest stayed flat. Her legs split out wide. And Khloe continued to pull her backwards. Zendaya’s face contorted in pain. She burst into tears. Khloe slowly began to mount more and more pressure on the young actress’s back. Zendaya went to tap out, but before she could Khloe released her and the actress’s lower half plopped down onto the canvas.
“I’m begging you…” sobbed Zendaya. “Please, make it stop. Make it stop…”
“Not a fucking chance, loser!” responded Khloe.
Khloe stood and put her feet between Zendaya’s. Then, she crossed Zenday’s feet and pulled them between the gap between her own calves. Her feet hooked against them perfectly. Khloe dropped down to her butt and rolled over onto her back, rolling Zendaya with her. Then, the older woman snatched Zendaya’s wrists and used them to pull her taught. Khloe yanked her wrists towards her so tightly that Zendaya’s head became the fulcrum for her body. She screamed and screamed and screamed. The tears flowed. She was a blubbering mess. Khloe kept the hold on, though. Zendaya’s modest, perky cleavage barely held in place in her top.
“I GIVE UP!!!!” begged Zendaya. “OH GOD PLEASE!!!! AHHHHHHH KHLOEEEEE YOU WIN!!! I SUBMIT!!!!”
“Who’s a little fucking loser?” mocked Khloe.
“I AM!!!! OH GOD I’M A FUCKING LOSER!!!” cried Zendaya.
“I said LITTLE fucking loser!” shouted Khloe.
“MEEEEE, I’M A LITTLE FUCKING LOSER!!!” sobbed Zendaya.
“Who has the better ass?” asked Khloe.
“YOU DO!!!” shouted Zendaya.
“Who has the better legs?” asked Khloe.
“OHHHHGAWWWDDDD…. YOU!!!!” squealed Zendaya.
“Who’s the hottest, baddest bitch you know?” asked Khloe.
“KHLOE KARDASHIAN!!!” Zendaya screamed to the heavens.
“And who’s an overrated little loser WHORE?” asked Khloe.
“ZENDAYA COLEMAN!!!” replied Zendaya.
Khloe released her hold and let Zendaya flop down to the canvas again. She quickly rolled up and stuck a knee in Zendaya’s back. She brought her face off of the canvas and leaned in close.
“You fucking suck, you know that?” said Khloe. “I mean of all the disappointments, I thought you’d give me SOMETHING. But you really are fucking useless.”
She clenched Zendaya’s jaw and guided it towards the camera.
“Say it…” said Khloe.
Zendaya’s eyes were barely open. She had a glazed-over look across her face. She had been broken. Plain and simple. In reality she likely didn’t even realize where she was. But Khloe yanked her head back and dug her knee deeper into her spine.
“I’m fucking useless…” said Zendaya.
“Good girl,” replied Khloe, who let her foe’s face finally drop back down to the canvas.
Khloe stood up and planted her foot in Zendaya’s back. Then, she flexed for the cameras and the entire stadium full of people to see. She had conquered Zendaya Coleman. And frankly, it was easy.
Zendaya vs Aly Michalka
Zendaya
5’10” 130lbs 34-25-34 32B 25 y/o
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Alyson Michalka
5’8” 121lbs 36-24-36 34C 33 y/o
(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8659712/400full-aly-michalka.jpg)
The left foot of Aly Michalka swung through the air. Her heel connected with the chin of Zendaya. Zenday’s heels clacked on the tile floor as she stumbled, holding her hand against her cheek. She clenched her fists and turned back towards Michalka, but Aly was quicker on the draw. Left hook. Right hook. Zendaya stumbled back some more. Her guard dropped. Michalka threw an uppercut with her right. The brunette’s head snapped back and then her entire body collapsed to the floor. Zendaya drew heavy breaths. She looked up at her blonde foe, holding back tears as Aly reached down and took her by the hair. Yanking Zendaya up to her feet, Aly controlled her all the way to the wall. She pushed her younger opponent up against it cheek-first before taking Zendaya’s left arm and pulling it behind her back. As she forcibly moved Zendaya’s wrist up her own back, Aly rubbed the tall brunette’s face against the wall.
“One of these days maybe you’ll actually get a win,” mocked Aly.
She turned Zendaya around, whose eyes were half-open at this point. She brought her right hand back and then snapped it forward. The slap snapped Zenday’s head to the side. Aly held her stable with her left hand, then came back with the back-handed slap to snap Zenday’s face to the other side. She did it again. SLAP-SLAP. Then again. SLAP-SLAP. Then again, and again, and again.
Zendaya was primed to fold, but Aly wanted some more fun. She brought her hands around the younger actress’s throat and started to squeeze. Then, she started to lift Zendaya up. The brunette felt her back slide up the wall while her feet left the floor. She started to gag as Aly’s grip tightened around her throat. Her hands pushed at Aly’s shoulders, uselessly palming at her. After a few more seconds, Aly released her hold and Zendaya flopped to the floor.
“When that Kardashian bitch kicked your ass I thought ‘must be a bad day,’ but this is just you isn’t it?” asked Aly, who reached down and yanked Zendaya back to her feet by the hair. “You’re just a TERRIBLE fighter.”
She bent Zendaya over then fired a knee into her gut. The brunette instantly collapsed and Aly released her hair, letting Zendaya drop to her knees. As the 5’10” beauty cradled her stomach, Aly set up to finish her opponent off. She stepped over her folded body and faced Zendaya’s backside. Then, she squatted down and put pressure on the beaten woman’s neck. Using that to flatten her out, Aly then placed her heels between Zendaya’s long legs. She nestled them in snuggly before leaning forward and grabbing her opponent’s toes. She pulled Zendaya’s legs apart, then pushed her heels against the interior of Zendaya’s thighs. Forcing the gorgeous girl into a spit, Aly beamed when her opponent started to shriek in agony. Aly wasn’t done yet, though. She ran her hands down into Zendaya’s bottoms until she firmly grasped the top of her panties. Then, she yanked them upwards as sharply as she could. The fabric of the thong dug into Zendaya’s ass and womanhood. Aly brought the underwear as far up as she could, lifting it over her head even as the fabric began to tear. With one last tug, the panties conceded as the fabric split.
The blonde spun around and picked Zendaya’s head off of the floor by the hair. Her cheeks were covered in tears and a puddle of drool on the floor connected to her chin with one thick strand. Aly leaned into Zendaya’s ear.
“Had enough?” Aly asked.
“Yessss…” croaked Zendaya.
“Like I said,” Aly said as she let Zendaya’s face drop back down onto the floor. “Just a TERRIBLE fighter!”
Peyton List vs Zendaya
Peyton List
5’6” 116lbs 32C 24 y.o.
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Zendaya
5’10” 130lbs 32B 25 y.o.
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Right, left, right. Each blow hurt more than the last.
A stumbling Zendaya caught herself on the wall. Her hands pressed up against the scratchy, unforgiving wallpaper. She noticed she was no longer breathing through her nose. Instead, her jaw hung and gulped in air as much as it could. She looked back at her opponent, who had her fists clenched and in front of her face. Zendaya ran her left hand through her hair, and pushed herself off of the wall.
Jab. Zendaya ducked it. Jab. Zendaya blocked it. Jab jab. They both smashed against Zendaya’s nose as her head snapped backwards both times. Right hook. No stopping that. It snapped Zendaya’s head to the side. Left roundhouse kick. Foot to cheek. Zendaya felt her head snap the opposite direction, then felt her knees buckle. She collapsed to the floor in a heap.
Peyton List stood over her, fists still clenched, as she finished her roundhouse by spinning and re-finding her balance. Zendaya layed down on the floor, her hands pressed on it. She grabbed her jaw and moved it around a bit. Peyton gestured the taller girl back up to her feet. Zendaya took a deep breath and began to push herself back up. She stood and clenched her fists again, getting back into fighting stance. Peyton pressed forward. Jab, jab, jab. Zendaya kept her guard up and blocked it. Then, Peyton landed a kick to the tall girl’s abs. Zendaya doubled over as she backed up. Peyton rushed her. She grabbed Zendaya by the sides of the head and shot her knee up to her face.
CRACK
Zendaya’s forehead took the full brunt of Peyton’s knee. She straightened up and stumbled back. She hit the wall, her hands pressed flat against it. Her entire world spun as she saw three Peytons coming her way. Zendaya tried to throw a punch at the one in the middle, but it was slow and poorly telegraphed. Peyton ducked it and came back with a left-right combo that snapped Zendaya’s head from side to side. Peyton continued her assault, whipping Zendaya’s head back and forth with her punches. Eventually Peyton stopped and Zendaya slid down the wall. Her head dropped to the side. Her eyes were closed. Peyton grabbed her opponent’s wrist and lifted it. Then she let it go. It dropped to the floor with a thud. Zendaya was out cold.
Peyton grabbed Zendaya’s jaw and moved her head side to side. Zendaya’s limp body did nothing to stop her. Peyton squeezed as she bit her lip. She took in the beautiful, snoozing face of her opponent for just a few more seconds. Then, she stoop up over her and grabbed her underneath the arms. With a great deal of effort, Peyton hoisted Zendaya up over her shoulder. She began to spank the ass of her passed out victim as she walked out of the room.
“Now we have some fun,” Peyton told her unconscious opponent.
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Daisy Ridley vs Laura Harrier
Daisy Ridley
5’7” 121lbs 30 y/o
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Laura Harrier
5’9” 123lbs 32 y/o
(https://i.imgur.com/o8ryZc4.gif)
Sometimes on a movie set tensions rise between the actors. Daisy Ridley and Laura Harrier were no exception. The two couldn’t seem to get on the same page on anything except for how much disdain they had for one another. There were comments behind one another’s back. Then there were comments between them directly. Soon enough, the two found themselves on set tangled up on the floor. Hair was pulled. Slaps flew wildly. Their legs became quickly entangled. And yet, nobody on set broke it up. The director insisted that it was good for morale. One girl would win, the other would lose, and a pecking order would be established. So, they let them fight. Back and forth they went, their athletic frames standing and falling, slapping and clawing, yelping and grunting. The fight dragged on and on with neither actress able to gain firm footing over the other for quite a while.
Both women found themselves sitting on their asses, facing each other. Their legs were all entangled and they each had both of their hands firmly entrenched in the other’s hair. Laura’s lip was split. Daisy sported a bruise on her cheek. Both women gnashed their teeth and let out angry groans as their hair was tugged. Daisy’s right foot found its way free of Laura’s legs and she pressed it into the gut of her co-star. This gave Ridley all the leverage she needed as she was able to bend Laura over. Laura’s ass lifted off of the floor and Daisy’s other leg got free. She planted her foot on the floor and was able to drag Laura toward her. Daisy then cranked Laura’s body onto her back, sliding her along the set floor, and then settled on top of her. She straddled Laura’s stomach, still keeping her hands tightly intertwined in her dark locks. Similarly, Laura kept hold of Daisy’s hair, and while she was currently pinned, she was able to bring Daisy’s head down so that the British star’s neck was painfully bent down. Their foreheads practically touched. Daisy on top, Laura on bottom, and hands latched in hair.
Laura thrusted her hips up, trying to buck Daisy off of her, but the British actress remained steady. It killed Laura to see Daisy so calm, so confident, and so seemingly in control. She tried again to buck Daisy, but she couldn’t do it. In fact, Daisy moved herself up Laura’s torso. She let her ass slam down a bit and that seemed to weaken Laura’s grasp on her hair. Daisy took notice. She lifted herself up and slammed her ass down again, this time with more speed and intent. Laura’s grip loosened some more. Daisy reached out of Laura’s hair and grabbed her wrists instead. She slowly pulled Harrier’s hands out of her hair. The two women struggled for a few moments as Daisy pushed down on Laura’s wrists. Laura tried to push forward, but then she felt her muscles give out on her. The back of her hands hit the floor. Daisy had overpowered her. Daisy brought her legs back and slid her right knee between Laura’s legs. She kept the American’s arms securely pinned down with nowhere to move. Laura’s eyes narrowed. She hated seeing Daisy on top of her. She hated having her arms pinned down by Daisy. She hated Daisy with a passion she had never felt before. And as Daisy rammed her knee between Laura’s legs, she hated her even more.
“Ooghahhh… you bitch,” Laura moaned.
Daisy felt it. As her body pressed down on Laura’s she felt the distinct sensation of Laura’s body giving up on her. Her muscles, which were so tense moments ago, now relaxed. Her eyes fluttered. Her head dropped to the side. She bit her lip as she tried to lock out the pain. So, Daisy hit her with another knee. Laura moaned once again. Daisy hit her one last time. Another long moan, this one louder and throatier. Daisy spread Laura’s arms out and then moved her own legs back on either side of the American’s torso, straddling her. She pulled Laura’s arms up as far as she could take them, really stretching her out. Her ass sat firmly on Laura’s chest.
“Are we done here?” Daisy asked.
Laura looked up at her with her doe eyes. They were filled with tears. Her lip trembled. She looked Daisy in the eye, and then shamefully looked away. Laura nodded. She was finished. And that’s all Daisy needed to know. Daisy released Laura’s wrists and stood up. The entire crew looked at her in awe. A pecking order had been formed, and Daisy was on top.
“Now… let’s get back to work,” Daisy said.
Antje Utgaard vs Alexandra Daddario
Antje Utgaard
5’10” 150lbs 36E 27 y.o.
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Alexandra Daddario
5’8” 134lbs 32C 36 y.o.
(https://c.tenor.com/fjwTbg0qEjcAAAAd/alexandra-daddario-beautiful.gif)
The fight started at noon. The sun hung high above them, beating down on their skin. The temperature rose slightly from 97 degrees to 99 by one o’clock. The only sense of relief from the heat came in the occasional gust of wind that rode across the surface of the ocean. Their feet had left tracts in the burning sand, footprints deeply embedded only to be shuffled over. Trenches formed in the sand in all directions, most of them made by heels, but some of them were forcibly dug by elbows, chests, and even faces. After an hour of warfare, the beach was littered with strands of blonde and brunette hair. Two sets of bikinis lay shredded.
This had been the battleground of Antje Utgaard and Alexandra Daddario.
They battled through heat exhaustion and dehydration. They attacked through sunburn and sandburn. Their naked bodies were covered in claw marks, bruises, and even teeth marks. Alexandra sported a black eye. Antje’s left cheek was left bruised. The two women threw slaps, punches, pulled hair, wrestled, squeezed, bit, cursed, cried, shouted, taunted, and stretched for a full hour before finally victory was declared.
Plucked from the sand with her eyes closed and body limp, the loser’s abdomen was soon stretched as she found herself strung-up across the shoulders of her conqueror. The sun brutally shined down in her face, sizzling through her eyelids and abusing her cheeks even further. Her arms dangled, useless, as she felt the grip of a hand pressing down on her throat and left thigh. Suddenly, a burst of pain erupted through her spine as she felt her body bent backwards. She couldn’t think straight. Hell, she couldn’t think at all. All she felt was anguish. White hot anguish that overtook every aspect of her mind, every sense, every instinct. She was exhausted and couldn’t do anything about it. She was badly injured and it hurt to even try to move. There was no escape. An hour of fighting her heart out led to this: the realization that she truly was inferior.
As Alexandra Daddario both mentally and physically broke, Antje began making her way towards the water. The screams of Daddario pierced her eardrums, but it was worth it to prove to the “little” brunette that she had no right challenging her. Antje marched into the water, the proud victorious Goddess that she was, until it came up to her waist. Then, she squatted down slightly and lifted Alexandra up over her head. She tilted her hands so that the broken actress slid from her grip and into the ocean waves.
Then, Antje turned around and marched back towards the beach, leaving Alexandra to whatever fate the ocean had in store for her.
Ashley Graham vs Hayley Atwell
Ashley Graham
5’9” 200lbs 42-30-46 38D 34 y/o
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Hayley Atwell
5’7” 150lbs 37-27-36 32DD 40 y/o
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/05/20/ad/0520adb9d2e70cd7ee53ff82b4307306.gif)
“My God… I didn’t think a woman like you could even crawl,” said Ashley Graham.
The 200lbs plus size model had a firm grip in the dark locks of her opponent, Hayley Atwell. Atwell’s chest swung back and forth in her black bra with every inch she crawled. Ashley slowly paced alongside her British counterpart as if she was walking a dog. The model giggled as she looked down at her exhausted foe. The actress’s mouth hung open. Her gut expanded and contracted significantly with every breath. Ashley extended her foot and placed it behind Hayley’s left wrist. Then, she swept it forward, knocking Hayley off balance as the actress face-planted into the well polished wood floor. There was a squeak of skin on the lacker that made Ashley nearly tremble with pleasure. She released Hayley’s hair and positioned herself behind her.
“You look so strong,” Ashley continued. “So poised. So elegant. Crawling with your tits practically hanging out utterly exhausted… well, let’s just say you’ve made a lot of people happy.”
Ashley cradled Hayley’s stomach and then began to straighten herself up. Hayley’s palms uselessly slid as she tried to pry herself from Ashley’s grip. The model gave her trapped victim a bit of squeeze before leaning in close to her left ear. Her teeth clamped onto the bottom of Hayley’s earlobe. She pulled her face away slowly, stretching Hayley’s flesh until she finally let go. The ear snapped right back into place, but now sported freshly imprinted bite marks.
“You just couldn’t…” Ashley whispered.
Ashley squeezed.
“UGHNNNnnnnnn,” Hayley replied.
Ashley relaxed.
“Handle…”
Ashley squeezed again.
“UGGGHGHHHHHNNNNnnnnn….”
Ashley relaxed again.
“My power…”
Ashley squeezed and lifted Hayley clean off of the floor.
“UGHHAHFHHAHHHHHHHHHOOHHHHHhhhhhhh…”
Hayley Atwell’s arms spread out wide, then she went limp in Ashley’s grip. Ashley walked around, proudly showing off her brand new trophy to the cameras placed around the room. She re-adjusted Hayley, lifting her off of the floor even more. The ragdolled British actress had no say in it. Her passed out body was simply dead weight. Hayley went for a walk-around without even knowing it.
After her parade, Ashley flipped Hayley around and slung her over her shoulder. She took a fistful of Hayley’s panties and yanked them up as hard as she could. The fabric barely stayed in tact as it clung for dear life between the ample cheeks of Hayley Atwell. Ashley smacked Hayley’s moon pale left cheek. Then she smacked the right. She alternated as she walked into the bedroom.
“Wake up, hun…” Ashley said as she kicked the door behind her. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
Hannah Waddingham vs Alexandra Daddario
Hannah Waddingham
5’11” 145lbs 36-25-36 32DD 47 y/o
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Alexandra Daddario
5’8” 134lbs 35-27-34 32C 36 y/o
(https://c.tenor.com/HKeBhq_v0SoAAAAd/alexandra-daddario.gif)
The brunette knew she made a mistake.
It wasn’t the fact that she had agreed to a fight with someone three inches taller and ten pounds heavier. No, she thought that with the right game plan she would have been able to defeat Hannah. In fact during the fight there were plenty of opportunities to turn the tide in her favor. Alex had quickness, stamina, and superior conditioning all as advantages in her corner. She knew that if she could do it all again she would keep her distance, let the big blonde wear herself out, and then go in for the kill.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to help her now. Because Alexandra Daddario had let her pride get in the way. Hannah goaded her before the fight. She dared Daddario to fight her toe-to-toe. To match her strength against her own. She dared Alex to stand in front of her and throw as much punishment as she could. And the brunette fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Alexandra soon found out that as hard as she could hit, Hannah could hit harder. That as strong as she could grapple, Hannah could overpower her. The following seven minutes resulted in an absolute thrashing as the massive blonde battered her opponent around the room. When she wanted to throw her, she threw her. When she wanted to pin her, she pinned her. When she wanted to knock her down, Daddario went down.
Alexandra stood in front of Hannah, her hands barely up. In her mind the fight had lasted hours. But it had only been a few minutes. She was already out of it. Her head pounded. Her heart thumped. Her arms and legs burned with every excess movement. She felt as if she had fifty pound dumbbells attached to her wrist. She threw a punch that Hannah dodged. She threw another one to Hannah’s ribs. The blonde stood there and let it hit her. She laughed. Laughed! Like it tickled. That pissed Alexandra off. She bit her lip and cocked her right hand. She fired it forward with as much speed as she could muster.
But Hannah’s hand caught her fist. Snatched it out of the air like she was in an action movie. Hannah squeezed Alexandra’s fist hard and began to force her elbow to bend in an unnatural position. Alexandra began to squeal, but Hannah shut her up quickly with a right-handed uppercut. The brunette dropped to a knee. She had no clue how many times she had been knocked down during this fight, but it wasn’t an insignificant amount. Alex tried to push herself up, but Hannah fired off two alternating hooks. Alexa’s head snapped side to side before dropping. Her body wobbled, barely able to keep her balance. Hannah took her opponent’s dark mane of hair and used it to lift her face up. Alex’s tears began to streak down her chin. Hannah smiled.
“There it is,” said the blonde.
She brought her knee back and slammed it against Daddario’s chin. Alexandra’s teeth chattered as her head violently snapped back. Soon her body followed as she toppled to the floor. Her body crumpled. Limbs loose and useless, Alexandra instantly lost consciousness. The beatdown finally came to an end. And Alexandra Daddario learned a valuable lesson about how much trouble pride can get one into.
Ariana Grande vs Kristen Bell
Ariana Grande
5’1” 104lbs 34-24-32 32A 28 y/o
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Kristen Bell
5’1” 106lbs 34-24-34 32B 41 y/o
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f3/0b/5e/f30b5e9d628d4d8220c5b9e05bfdb3d3.gif)
It was a question of endurance.
Ariana and Kristen had clawed, slapped, and rolled around the room for a while. Enough for their outfits to be tattered messes and their hair to be scattered all over the floor. Enough for their bodies and faces to sport deep red claw marks in addition to still-forming bruises. Enough for cries, curses, shrieks, groans, and moans to fill the room. And yet, they could have simply skipped all of the terrible pain and damage to their money-making faces by just doing what they should have done in the first place.
The two women were locked in a mutual scissors contest. It happened naturally between rolling around for the dominant position. Still, it felt only right that this was how their contest would be decided. Both women were staunchly proud of their legs. They were short, but thick and strong. They had won each woman their fair share of fights over the years, so to be able to prove which pair reigned supreme was something both women were fine with… as long as they won, of course. Similarly, both women sported an impressive set of abs. As their thighs each clamped around the other’s midsection, each woman knew they were in it for the long-haul. Neither lady had to keep the scissors hold on, but at this point their pride wouldn’t let either of them break it.
Kristen Bell, the blonde comedic actress, clenched her jaw and glared at Ariana. Her hands rested on top of Grande’s legs, which were quite unbreakable. She had locked her ankles behind Kristen’s back. Kristen had done the same with her ankles. The blonde had kept a steady, consistent squeeze going for a while, not wanting to lose steam. She knew she had some extra pressure she could tap into if the situation called for it, but right now the contorting face and desperate raspy squeals of Ariana Grande told her she didn’t need it. Kristen let out the occasional groan as Ariana re-tightened or re-positioned. But otherwise she continued to just glare at her opponent, as angrily stoic as possible.
Ariana Grande meanwhile looked to be visibly struggling. Her silver hair kept falling in her face, so she had to use the extra breath to blow it out of her eyes. Oh, and two absolute tree trunks were crushing her midsection. She knew Kristen had some impressive legs, but Ariana didn’t quite know how impressive until she felt them crush the side of her abdomen. Ariana did not make eye contact with Kristen. She was too busy losing control of her motor functions. Her face scrunched up, her eyes rolled around her head. Her hands too had involuntarily started to flail. She had no idea whether it was from the pain Kristen’s legs were doing to her body or if it was the amount of effort she herself was using on her own scissor hold. Ariana was pouring everything she had into it. Maximum effort. She wanted to squeeze Kristen like a tube of toothpaste, and at the start of their contest it seemed like that’s exactly what was going to happen. But Kristen was savvy. She took the initial punishment and countered with a consistent stream of squeeze. Ariana had to relax her legs every now and then before re-finding the strength and doubling her efforts. Each time she flexed her legs, she added pressure, but could only hold it for half the time.
So as the two ladies approached their contest with different strategies and different outward expressions, the question began to hang over their heads… who was going to give in first?
Ariana’s legs relaxed. She was panting now. Kristen figured she had to take this chance. She had been cautious this entire exchange, but now it was time to go for the kill. She ramped up the pressure, flexing her legs as hard as she possibly could. Ariana shrieked then began to make an unholy arrangement of gurgling noises. Ariana knew she had only one last chance. She wasn’t surviving this onslaught, so she would have to make Kristen give up first. Ariana extended her legs and let her thighs squeeze together like they had never squeezed together before. Kristen’s stoic demeanor finally faltered. She too began to shriek and let out gasping protests. Neither woman would be able to hold this for long, but each of them knew one of them was going to give up. It was only a question of who…
“I give…” gasped out a voice.
A hand began to tap on the top thigh of one of the ladies. One pair of scissors relaxed, while the other continued to its vicious assault. One body began to awkwardly bend. One set of eyes began to build up with tears. Then, one beautiful face began smeared with running mascara tracks. The hand continued to tap rapidly on the top of the winner’s legs. The tapping held until finally the gasping voice released another submission.
“I give up,” the voice pleaded. “Please… Ariana… you win…”
Kristen Bell couldn’t take it anymore. She had put her legs against the line and lost. There was no shame in it. Ariana’s thighs had tapped out plenty of women larger than either of them. But there was a sense of embarrassment that overwhelmed Kristen in that moment. The fact that she had put the best of herself against the best of Ariana and still came out the loser. She continued to plead with Ariana to release the hold, but the silver-haired singer was having nothing of it. She kept the terrible, brutal squeeze on until finally she felt Kristen’s body go completely limp. Only then did she release the hold.
Ariana withdrew her legs from around Kristen’s abdomen, then used her foot to push the passed-out woman onto her back. Ariana stood, albeit a bit wobbly, and planted her foot on Kristen’s chest. She grinded her heel into her opponent’s body as she looked down at her, wiping sweat from her brow.
“You… *gasp*... fucked with… *gasp*... the wrong bitch today,” muttered a wheezing Ariana.
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Brenda Song vs Victoria Justice
Brenda Song
5’2” 112lbs 34-24-34 32B 34 y/o
(https://c.tenor.com/myr52g98pXAAAAAd/brenda-song.gif)
Victoria Justice
5’5” 110lbs 34-23-32 32B 29 y/o
(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/22445175/407full-victoria-justice.jpg)
Hands in hair. Teeth gnashing. Faces scrunched. Chests pressed together. Legs interlocked. Rolling and rolling and rolling.
It became a question of who would break first.
Neither Brenda Song nor Victoria Justice had any significant physical advantage over their opponent. Victoria had a few inches more and Brenda had a couple of pounds of advantage, but neither one of those facts were enough to tip the scales. No, in order to win this fight it would come down to willpower. Which woman was willing to get slapped, clawed, and dragged while still not giving up? Which woman would put forth that final burst of effort that finally made the other one want to quit? Which woman would decide that she could no longer take the punishment, no longer soak up the pain any more and finally admit that she was not good enough to win… that she was inferior…. that she was the loser.
Brenda settled on top of Victoria. Her left hand pressed down on the jaw of her opponent’s gorgeous face. Her legs interlocked around Victoria’s waist, gripping her torso tightly so she wouldn’t get thrown off. Her right hand raised and then flashed down in an instant, slapping Victoria’s cheek with white hot fury. Brenda unloaded. Every ounce of anger she had built up towards this brutal battle, she unleashed onto Victoria with those slaps.
Justice knew she needed to stop the assault. She brought her hands up to Brenda’s armpits and jammed them forward. Knocking Brenda’s hands from her face, Victoria attempted to push herself up into a sitting position. Brenda’s arms wrapped around Victoria’s body. Victoria wrapped hers around Brenda’s. The two women squeezed as hard as they possibly could. Justice had fully gotten into a sitting position, but Brenda had hooked her foot underneath her shin, keeping her legs tightly around the brunette’s waist. The two women poured every last ounce of strength they had as their bodies pushed each other to their limits. But eventually, one of their limits was found.
Victoria’s arms slid down Brenda’s back and dropped to the floor. Brenda leaned forward, pinning Victoria’s shoulders to the floor with a satisfying *THUMP*. Victoria couldn’t breathe. The air was being squeezed from her body. Her back spasmed. Her eyes fluttered. Brenda shook her a little bit as she coldly looked down at her.
“Wake up,” Brenda demanded. “Open your damn eyes. I want you to look me in the eyes as I squeeze the fight out of you.”
Victoria’s eyes fluttered open. Her glazed over gaze met Brenda’s glare. Her bottom lip quivered. She let out a long, agonized groan as Brenda squeezed her tighter. Then, finally all of the fight was squeezed from Victoria Justice. She went limp and her eyes shut. Brenda let her drop to the floor, then placed her hands on Victoria’s chest to help push herself to her feet. She looked down at her opponent, blew her a kiss, and then gleefully sauntered off of the mat, leaving Victoria a broken mess.
Beyoncé vs Sarah Snook
Beyoncé
5’7” 143lbs 34C and 40 y/o
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Sarah Snook
5’6” 128lbs 34C and 34 y/o
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It had been a very impressive debut for Sarah Snook. The Australian actress had never dreamed her first fight would come against a legend like Beyoncé, but in some ways that turned out to be a blessing. As much as the Queen B would make most rookies shake in their boots, Sarah had taken the opportunity to pour over the vast amount of film there was on Beyoncé’s fighting exploits. The result was a calm and cool Sarah putting up a brick wall the entire fight. She frustrated Beyoncé as she countered, blocked, or dodged pretty much every attack thrown her way. As the two circled each other, fists clenched, it was Beyoncé who looked like the rattled rookie and Sarah who looked like the stoic vet. Beyoncé’s fierceness had earned her the reputation she carried with her throughout her career, but when that fierceness was stifled, it just turned into overreaching and mistakes. Sarah knew this. She knew she had to wait for the perfect opportunity to get aggressive. Too early and Beyoncé’s power would make her pay. Too late and she’d start to recover. The timing needed to be just right.
Beyoncé’s fist flew towards Sarah, but the Australian actress calmly ducked under it. She followed with an uppercut to the singer’s jaw. Beyoncé stumbled back. Sarah went on the attack. Right hook. Left hook. Both landed, each snapping the Queen B’s head to the side. Beyoncé looked stunned. She was on her heels. Sarah knew this was it. She had to finish this fight now. The strawberry blonde rushed her opponent. Arms open, she wrapped her up and tried to tackle Beyoncé to the floor. She felt the singer on her heels, stumbling, just about to topple over. But the longer she drove Beyoncé backwards, the less confident she felt. Sarah tried to overwhelm her opponent, but Beyoncé somehow was staying on her feet. Wobbly and on her heels, but still standing. Sarah’s momentum stalled and suddenly her confidence shrank. She felt two strong arms wrap against her body, and then she felt herself thrown completely off balance. Sarah dropped onto the mat, and the body of Beyoncé landed on top of her.
Now on her back, Sarah knew she had to do something. She kept her arms wrapped around the singer’s thick frame. She pulled her in deep. Beyoncé did the same. Then, Sarah snapped her hips and rolled them over. Sarah settled on top. The two women caught in a mutual embrace. But the Australian’s position wouldn’t last long. Beyoncé planted her feet and bridged her hips up. Sarah tried to keep her balance, but soon found herself rolled over to her back. Sarah did the same, and quickly Beyoncé was under her again. The two women squeezed and rolled, switching dominant positions over and over again.
Eventually, Sarah settled on top of Beyoncé. She squeezed the singer as hard as she could. The Queen B let out a long, throaty groan. The two women’s chests were practically stuck together at this point. Sarah could feel Beyoncé’s heart beating against her own. She looked down at the grimacing face of her opponent. Beyone’s body shifted as she attempted to roll Sarah over again. But this time as Beyoncé rose, she quickly dropped back down to the floor. Sarah beamed. She had done it. She had pinned Beyoncé. She had done it legitimately too. No dirty tricks or moves. She had gone toe-to-toe, chest-to-chest, head-to-head, and woman-to-woman with Beyoncé Knowles… and she had come out on top, literally. Her chest swelled with pride. She felt an overwhelming sense of confidence grab hold of her body. Like a comforting light filling her soul. Sarah thought to herself, “I just overpowered fucking Beyoncé Knowles.”
And then… that feeling quickly abandoned her. For you see, the reason Beyoncé’s attempt to roll Sarah over failed was not because Beyoncé was beaten. Her foot simply slipped. So, as Sarah drank in the moment, Beyoncé re-found her footing and easily rolled the other woman over. With Sarah in a state of shock, Beyoncé took advantage and brought her knees along the sides of her opponent’s waist. Now straddling the pale strawberry blonde actress, Beyoncé poured every ounce of effort into squeezing the life out of Sarah Snook. Sarah let out a wail and her hands slipped down Beyoncé’s sweat-slicked back. The power of Beyoncé would not be denied. She flattened Sarah’s body against the floor and allowed gravity to assist her. She fought off every push, bridge, claw, and slap Sarah threw at her. Beyoncé would not be moved. As Sarah’s hands pressed against Beyoncé’s shoulders and biceps, the actress figured she’d have better luck moving a pick-up truck parked on her. There was no moving the Queen B. And they both knew it.
Beyoncé could have just kept Sarah in her hold until she gave out. But that would take a long time, and Beyoncé had lost the majority of the fight. She had used up a lot of energy. The smart move for Sarah would be to conserve her own energy and wait for Beyoncé to tire herself out. But Sarah was a rookie. Beyoncé was not. So, Beyoncé set a trap. She loosened her grip on the Australian. She moved her left hand up and pressed it against Sarah’s cheek, forcing the pale beauty’s head to be pushed to the side. Then, she took a handful of Sarah’s left boob and squeezed it. Her nails to dig into the poor woman’s flesh. As Sarah whined, Beyoncé lifted her hips up a bit. She needed her to take the bait…
Of course, Sarah did. Being inexperienced in the way of fighting, Sarah attempted to flip herself over onto her stomach. Little did she realize she was giving up her back. Beyoncé let the flip happen and for the first time that fight smirked. With Sarah now on her stomach, Beyoncé lifted the woman’s face up of the floor by the hair, and began to wail her with slap after slap. Sarah tried to cover up, but Beyoncé’s palm snuck through and continued to slam against her cheek. Sarah panicked. She began to push herself up, but once again… Beyoncé expected this.
The Queen B let herself slide down to her knees as Sarah straightened up. Then, she locked her hands around the actress’s waist… and she squeezed again. Sarah squealed. Her voice was so high pitched that it actually didn’t register for a moment. Her gasping indicated that all of the air had just been forced from her lungs. She tried to crawl away, but Beyoncé once again showed off her power. She tugged Sarah back into her, then lifted the strawberry blonde off of her knees and slammed her back down chest-first into the floor. Beyoncé was too damn strong for Sarah, and the actress realized it too late. She grabbed at her tormenter’s fingers, but Beyoncé gave her one last tight squeeze and Sarah’s hands involuntarily spasmed before dropping uselessly to the floor.
Now it was time for the finishing touches. Beyoncé released her reverse bearhug and replaced it with her world-famous scissors. Her thighs clamped tightly around the midsection of Sarah, whose high pitched gasping squeals continued. Then, Beyoncé simply slid her forearm across the actress’s neck before tightening that grip as well. Sarah’s face, which was so calm and collected only a few minutes ago, was now contorting in pain. Then, her jaw hung low. She tried to bring in as much air as she could, which wasn’t nearly enough. Her eyes glazed over as the look of pain was replaced with one of disappointment and desperation. She realized she had lost. That she had been thoroughly out-maneuvered and overwhelmed by the entity known as Beyoncé.
Meanwhile, the face that Beyoncé sported was not one of satisfaction. It was one of disdain. She looked down at Sarah, her jaw clenched and nostrils flaring. How dare this bitch put her through all of that pain, just to prove what she already knew… that she was better. Beyoncé kept the hold on well after Sarah’s hand tapped on her legs, signaling her surrender. No, there was no surrendering. Sarah had to learn this lesson the hard way.
“You were tough, not gonna lie,” Beyoncé said as Sarah’s body went limp and slipped into unconsciousness. “But making your debut against THE Queen B… well that was the dumbest decision of your life.”
Alison Brie vs Chloe Moretz
Alison Brie
5’3” 114lbs 35-24-36 32C 39 y/o
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Chloe Moretz
5’4” 123lbs 33-25-35 32A 25 y/o
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“Ughh, just… give up… ughhh…” ordered Chloe.
She had fought like hell for what seemed like hours, days even. Her lip split. Her hair a mess. Her face burning from the deep-red claw marks that ran across her cheek. Yet, it was her who was in control of the situation, not the savvy veteran Alison Brie.
The brunette was trapped. Her back spasming as the forearms of Chloe sunk deeper into her spine, crushing her joints in the process. She threw her head back and let out a few bellowing wails as her hands pressed and slipped on the slick sweat-soaked shoulders of her blonde tormentor. She had tried raining down slaps and punches, but the squeeze stayed strong. She clawed at Chloe’s back, leaving a smattering of dark red marks similar to the ones on the blonde’s face. Still, Chloe stayed strong. Which led Alison to the desperate and ineffective pushing stage of her defense. As the hug stayed on, the louder Alison groaned and the worse her decision making became. The pain was overwhelming. It impacted her perception of events. All of a sudden her body began to involuntarily twitch. Her hands flailed even though she didn’t want them to. Her voice cracked from the screams. Her eyes flooded with tears. Her legs wouldn’t respond anymore. And her lungs… they burned.
But none of that compared to the anguish Alison experienced in her back. She was being folded. Folded so badly that her hips and abdomen pressed into Chloe while her chest and shoulders began to arch backwards. Her legs did the same thing as her shoulders, making Alison’s body look similar to a crescent moon. Her hands continued to slip off of Chloe’s shoulders. As the exacerbated brunette continued to struggle, she tried to push against Chloe’s face. The blonde grit her teeth and gave no indication that she would relent. She glared at the struggling Alison, whose lips were quivering and eyebrows were sympathetically arching. Her eyes were wide, looking around as if they were begging for an outside force to save her. Meanwhile, Chloe kept staring at the brunette. Her jaw clenched. She looked as if she held no emotion except for disdain towards Alison. Chloe tried to meet her eyes, but Alison was too all over the place to lock on for more than a fraction of a moment.
Alison’s hands pushed against Chloe’s face. Then the pushing became less forceful. The fingers began to just run down her face. Their movement slowed. Their pressure all but vanished. Pretty soon Alison’s fingertips were just barely grazing the blonde’s face. Chloe tightened her hug and Alison let out one last garbled groan before…
Darkness.
Alison’s eyes shut. Her body went completely limp. Her mouth filled with drool, which began to pour out onto the floor. Chloe simply tossed her victim to the side. The passed out Alison dropped to the floor like a discarded piece of meat. The blonde walked over to her opponent and leaned down.
“Should have given up, you stupid bitch,” Chloe said, as she planted her foot on the passed out woman’s cheek.
First Emma Watson. Now Alison Brie. Chloe Moretz was beginning to make quite a name for herself…
Mila Kunis vs Miley Cyrus
Mila Kunis
5’4” 115lbs 32-25-32 32B 38 y/o
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Miley Cyrus
5’5” 106lbs 34-24-33 34B 29 y/o
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“Mmmmm…. You’re kinda sexy for an older bitch,” Miley whispered in Mila’s ear.
Her hands ran up Mila’s torso. Her tongue flicked Mila’s ear. Gripping the older woman’s chest with both of her hands. Mila let out a moan as her hands reached back for Miley’s hair. The singer was a bit too quick though as she moved her head out of the way just in time. Straightening her out, the controlling woman pulled her prey up onto her knees. Miley’s knee slid forward, pressing up against the bottom of Mila’s ass. It inched closer and closer to her pussy.
“Oahghhhhh…” Mila moaned.
“Sexy, but not quite strong enough for me, huh?” whispered Mila whose tongue moved down to Mila’s cheek. “Not catty enough. Not tough enough. Not quite… enough stamina. Too old to keep up with me. Huh?”
“FFFfuuuckkk you…” Mila whined.
“Oooh, still a lil fight in ya?” Miley mocked.
She suddenly rammed her knee against Mila’s mound. Mila went cross-eyed as she flopped back down to the floor. Miley’s knee grinded against the thin fabric of Mila’s panties. The two women had nearly stripped each other nude. Miley’s clawed up and bruised body sported a shredded crop-top which barely clung to her body (with no bra underneath of course) and a pair of daisy dukes which had managed to somehow stay on. Mila was less fortunate. Her top and bra were long gone as well as her pants, with a lace thong being the only article of clothing on her significantly scuffed up body.
Miley grabbed the actress by her hair. She rubbed her face into the floor then lifted it up. Three hard smacks followed, each one ringing Mila’s ear worse and worse. The singer let her go and Kunis’s face dropped back down to the floor. Miley reached forward with her left hand, grabbing her opponent’s left wrist and moving it above her head. Then Miley did the same with Mila’s right wrist. She grabbed both wrists, pinning them to the floor. Then, with her free hand she took hold of Mila’s underwear. Yanking it, the fabric dug deep between the raven haired beauty’s cheeks. Miley continued to pull as the fabric began to give way. Mila, two years away from 40, was on the receiving end of the most humiliating wedgie she’d ever experienced.
Face down, ass up, Mila groaned in agony. Then came the spankings. Miley’s hand sped forward, slapping the right ass cheek of Mila Kunis. The actress wailed. So Miley did it again, only with the left ass cheek. She alternated left to right as Mila just took it. She soaked in the punishment, too worn down to stop it. After leaving her victim’s ass looking as red as a Rothko painting, Miley flipped her onto her back. She ran her right hand up Mila’s body once again. The beaten woman trembled at her touch. Miley flattened her body out across hers, rubbing it up and down, slowly and deliberately.
Mila bit her lip. As much as she hated to admit it, she could feel herself getting turned on. Her nipples stiffened. Her pussy started to wet. This beautiful, fit younger woman had thoroughly defeated her. And she did it without a shred of class. The loss to Margot Robbie was one thing. Sure, they got downright nasty, but Margot at least brought some dignity to the fight. Likewise, after beating Emma Watson, Mila noted how respectful the British actress had been all things considered. But Miley? Well, Miley clearly approached her fights with a different edge. She wasn’t a woman so much as she was a beast fueled by animalistic nature. The trash talk. The low blows. The licking. The biting. Mila felt that she had entered into a fight with a goddamn demon, not a woman. And yet… she couldn’t help but notice just how sexy Miley was. The way she moved, every single motion, exuded aggressive sensual energy. Every face she made looked like she was enjoying it far more than any woman she had ever fought. And Mila couldn’t control her body’s reaction.
Miley took Mila by the jaw, clenching it tightly. She stuck her tongue out and slowly dragged it from Kunis’s chin all the way up her right cheek to her temple.
“You taste fuckin’ good…” Miley said.
She ran her hand back down Mila’s body. Her fingers found Mila’s pantyline. Slipping them underneath the fabric, she felt the smooth and lubricated flesh of her opponent. The fingers slipped inside of Mila, who gasped. There was no slow playing it for Miley. Two fingers in, her index and middle finger, then she slowly started to withdraw them. Then back inside. Then withdraw. Then inside again. Back and forth she worked her fingers. Mila continued to moan out in ecstasy, her voice cracking as Miley started to pay more attention to her clit. Miley leaned in, slipping her tongue down into Mila’s mouth. Their lips interlocked. Mila kissed her back. Even Miley’s tongue was aggressive. She worked it against Mila’s, wrapping it up and pushing it down as if she was pinning that too.
It drove Mila Kunis absolutely wild.
She could feel her ecstasy building. She began to feel light-headed. Her panties were absolutely soaked, nearly dripping from anticipation. She could hold back no longer. Mila began to squeal, but Miley’s tongue continued to cram down her throat. The muffled pleasured screams of Mila Kunis signified that Miley had accomplished what she wanted. Kunis spasmed for a while as her orgasm took hold. That’s when Cyrus withdrew her fingers. She brought her right knee back and then… SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.
Mila couldn’t take the sudden shock of pain. Her eyes crossed again and her body fully relaxed. She closed her eyes as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Miley lifted her face off of Mila’s, a string of saliva dangled down from the tip of her tongue into the agape maw of her now snoozing opponent. She brought her fingers up to her own mouth, sucking the juices from her fingers.
“Oh yeah,” Miley said. “You taste real fuckin’ good…”
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Jessica Biel vs Brie Larson
Jessica Biel
5’7” 121lbs 36C 40 y.o.
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Brie Larson
5’7” 128lbs 32B 32 y.o.
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Instinct took over as Jessica Biel felt her body fold in half. She sat up for a split second, but then her body fell back down to the floor. An empty throaty gasp left her mouth which was curtailed by an almost inaudible high-pitched squeak that barely lasted any time at all. She saw stars. Her hands uselessly palmed at the thighs and calves of Brie Larson, who had just interlocked her ankles. The younger blonde actress gritted her teeth and shifted her hips off the floor, turning her body slightly to get even more leverage. Her legs brutally squeezed Jessica’s abs and the older actress’s face contorted. Each passing moment was torture. Brutal, unwavering torture. As stars continued to fill her vision, Jessica found that tears too had started to flood her eyesight.
She pushed and pushed, but Brie’s legs might as well have been glued to her. The muscles she pushed against felt hard like stone in her grip. There was no moving them. Her body was exhausted, badly beaten and bruised from the last twenty minutes of fighting. Jessica’s dress had been yanked down, her bare breasts littered with claw marks and bruises. Brie meanwhile remained fully clothed with minimal markings on her person. Jessica had a reputation of being an athletic, badass bitch among the Hollywood elite. But she found herself ill-equipped to handle Brie’s own athletic prowess. Larson wore her older opponent down until she was sucking air. Then, she tossed her around the room like a ragdoll. It had been a while since Jessica had felt so utterly powerless against an opponent, but Brie had done it. She had sucked all of the fight out of her and then ground her down even more. The body scissors were just the final nail in the coffin.
Larson had transitioned into this hold from a standing bearhug. She crushed the spine of Jessica Biel and apparently squeezed all of her vocal abilities from her as well. Because after minutes of screaming, Jessica could no longer make any significant sounds. She wheezed and whimpered as Brie’s legs clamped down tighter. But she couldn’t squeeze. There was no true vocalization emanating from Biel’s mouth. Brie Larson had truly taken her breath away. She wasn’t planning to stop either. Not until Biel either gave up or passed out.
As her mind continued to lack oxygen, Jessica couldn’t make out any sort of signal for her surrender. She wanted to, but she just couldn’t think straight. All that flooded her mind was the sensation of pure, unadulterated agony. Her stomach continued to be crushed between Brie’s legs. Her spine felt as if it could crack at any moment. She tried to mouth the words, “I submit” but with no voice to go along with it Larson didn’t seem to notice. Instead, Brie Larson continued to squeeze the body of Jessica Biel. She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. Her hands, which were free, lunged forward to grab Biel’s bare nipples. She tugged on them, stretching them toward her as Jessica’s eyes rolled in the back of her head. Her hands flailed as Brie twisted her nipples between her fingers. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t even control her body anymore. It spasmed and flailed around uselessly, hitting nothing but air.
Finally, the mixture of pain and lack of oxygen became too much for Jessica Biel to endure. Her body shut down. She went limp as her eyes shut. One last final puff out from her lungs, and Jessica Biel was knocked out. Brie released her scissors and her grip on Jessica’s nipples. She positioned herself so that she sat on her foe, straddling her hips. She grabbed Jessica’s jaw with her right hand, turned her head from side to side. Then, she smirked. She took in the features of her defeated opponent. Her muscles. Her wounds. Her beautiful face. Brie Larson’s chest swelled with pride as she looked down at what she had accomplished. A, a dominating win at that, against catfight royalty. Brie Larson had made a statement that day. She let everyone know just how titanic of a threat she was.
Daisy Ridley vs Brie Larson
Daisy Ridley
5’7” 121lbs 32A 30 y/o
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Brie Larson
5’7” 128lbs 32B 32 y.o.
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Daisy Ridley and Brie Larson were face-to-face. Their noses touched as their teeth gnarled. Their hands gripped what was left of one another’s collar. Daisy’s shoulders slammed against the wall of the secluded forest cabin the two actresses had rented. Each of them were riding high off of significant catfighting wins. Daisy had thrown her weight around a movie set, toppling Laura Harrier to set a clear pecking order. Brie on the other hand had just gone toe-to-toe with Jessica Biel, a catfighting legend, and came out on top. Both of their confidences soared to all-time highs. They each knew whoever their next opponent was would have to be a big name and a physical threat. Their names were floated out there and both women saw the other one as a natural fit. So, their agents booked the time while Daisy and Brie did the press. A nice secluded cabin where their fight would be livestreamed for the world to see. The two women would enter the cabin and wouldn’t leave until a winner had been established.
As Daisy’s shoulders hit the wall she let out a groan. Brie Larson had been everything she expected and more. Trim and athletic, Daisy had been confident in her ability to wear out nearly any opponent. But when she saw Brie’s physique, she knew right away this isn’t simply a girl you wear down. She’d have to beat her. Knock her, squeeze her, and stretch her senseless in order to win. That had been easier said than done. Brie had won the fight up to this point, though only slightly. She controlled the action for the most part and hadn’t allowed Daisy to knock her down. Daisy meanwhile had to scramble to her feet three times. She did well not to allow Larson to finish her, but the blonde was pressing and Daisy could feel the burning in her muscles. Her arms were heavier. Her legs were sluggish. Lactic acid had begun to build up. Her breathing was heavier. Sweat completely soaked what remained of her clothes. Daisy’s body slid across the wall of the cabin, knocking down the few pictures left, and found herself slammed shoulder-first into the wall.
Brie had to admit to herself that Daisy had impressed her. Sure, she had built a fairly impressive lead over the last half hour, but Brie had to admit… Daisy was built differently. She gave the sort of effort she had expected out of her previous opponent. Her strikes were fast and she knew how to get to her feet. There was very little wasted movement in Daisy’s fighting technique. When she hit Brie, she hit her hard and fast. Efficiency, Brie had to admire it. That of course didn’t stop her from beating the crap out of her when she was given an opening. Three separate times she was able to land a clean punch that knocked Daisy down. Daisy had had no such luck against the blonde. As she brought Daisy to the corner of the cabin living room, Brie nailed her opponent with a knee to the gut. When Ridley didn’t quite double over, Brie hit her with it two more times. That did the trick.
Daisy’s abdomen felt like it had exploded. She felt nauseous and had to release Brie’s collar. She clutched her stomach tightly, trying to grip the pain away. Brie Larson grabbed Daisy by the tattered remains of her pantsuit and guided her towards the dining room table. Daisy hit it hard, sliding across the top of it and eventually off of it. The tabel toppled over too, landing on its side next to the British actress. Daisy’s hand clutched the high point of the table as she started to bring herself to her feet, but Brie was on her. She nailed her with an alternating right-left combo to the chin. Then, Brie grabbed Daisy by the front of her hair, brought her back towards her, and sunk her fist into her stomach. Daisy Ridley dropped to the floor, once more grabbing her stomach. First she dropped to her knees. Then she sunk onto her shoulder, continuing to cradle the wounded spot.
“You are incredible,” said Brie. “Truly, I didn’t think you’d last this long. But wow, you are one badass bitch, I have to give you that.”
Brie leaned down and grabbed Daisy by the shoulders. She stared into her face and saw what she wanted to see. Averted gaze. Trembling lips. Eyebrows on an axis. Daisy didn’t want to do this anymore. She was on the brink of fully giving up. Brie just had to give her some extra motivation. She hoisted Daisy back onto her feet and got back into her fight stance. Daisy raised her hands, but Brie snuck a couple of jabs past Daisy’s guard. Ridley backed up and shook her head. Then she swung an off-balance hook that Brie easily dodged. As Daisy’s momentum carried her forward, Brie slammed another brutal knee to her gut that bent the brunette over it. Daisy began to fall, but the blonde caught her by the back of the hair and flung her to the wall. Daisy’s hands were flat against it. Her chest rapidly rose and sank as she tried to catch her breath.
It was open season.
THWACK! THWACK!
Two more alternating hooks from Brie and Daisy began to slump down the wall. The blonde clutched her foe’s pantsuit by the collar and brought her back up to her feet. Two rights to the gut followed by a back-hand to the cheek. Daisy Ridley was all out of sorts. She dropped once again, just barely catching herself. Brie dropped her knee down into Daisy’s back and grabbed her by the back of the hair.
“You fought so well,” Brie Larson said, pointing to one of the hidden cameras. “But tell everyone that you’re beaten and I won’t have to hurt you anymore.”
Daisy looked up into the camera. She clenched her jaw as tears began to form in her eyes.
“I’m beaten…” Daisy said through her teeth.
“Sorry Daisy,” Brie said. “I don’t think they quite heard that. Tell them again, and this time tell them who beat you.”
“I’ve been beaten,” Daisy said. “By Brie Larson.”
“Good girl,” Brie said as she released Daisy’s hair. “You really did impress me, you know. But I’m clearly just on another level.”
Ana de Armas vs Brie Larson
Ana de Armas
5’6” 121lbs 32C 34 y.o.
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Brie Larson
5’7” 128lbs 32B 32 y.o.
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Brie Larson was hurt. On her knees, she felt the foot of Ana de Armas dig into her back while the brunette took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms backward. Brie looked up to the sky and screamed. Her body curved, pushing her chest up in the air while her abdomen stretched out at a brutally sharp angle. She tried to pull her hands forward, but Ana’s grip was too tight. She pulled Brie back even sharper, sticking her leg out even more. The streaking hot blonde wailed. She hadn’t lost a fight in well over two years, but clearly Ana planned to end that.
“What happened to the ‘unbeatable Brie Larson,’ huh?” de Armas mocked.
She released Brie’s arms and gave Larson a nice shove with her foot. The blonde fell forward, unable to catch herself in time. Her cheek pressed against the grass, arms flat and spread out at her side. She began to move, but Ana grabbed a handful of hair and straightened Brie out. Then, Ana’s right hand smacked Brie’s face back and forth, snapping her head from side to side. It wasn’t enough just to beat Brie, she had to send a message. She needed Brie Larson to fear her. Because if Brie was intimidated, almost every other celebrity fighter would be too. So, she gleefully knocked Brie’s head from side to side between her front and back of her right hand.
Ana yanked Brie’s head back so that she could look into her eyes. Peering down at her opponent gave Ana such an overwhelming sense of pride. She had been a conqueress. She took it to the indomitable Brie Larson and shut her down from start to finish. The blonde’s eyes glazed over. Her jaw hung slack. She heavily panted, desperate to catch her breath. Ana leaned in, letting her cleavage hang low in Brie’s face.
“Aww poor Brie, having a hard time breathing?” Ana wickedly asked.
She forced Brie’s head to nod up and down. Then she squatted just a bit and leaned forward, allowing her breasts to engulf Brie Larson’s face.
“Well it’s not going to get any easier!” Ana said as she shimmied her boobs in the face of her victim.
Brie’s arms flailed wildly and Ana simply laughed. She began to push herself forward, bending Brie’s body back ever so slightly. The blonde’s cries were muffled under the chest of her superior opponent. Ana knew it was only a matter of time before Brie went limp… or at least she thought she knew.
Because what Ana de Armas was about to realize was that when you have a girl like Brie Larson beaten, you better damn well finish her off. Brie felt her oxygen levels rapidly declining. She had to come up with something. Anything. She was Brie fucking Larson, after all. And no way was she going to have her winning streak broken like this. She shot her arms forward, wrapping them around the legs of Ana de Armas. She squeezed tightly, getting as firm a grip as she could. She didn’t want Ana to slip out. If she got free, the brunette would simply pick her apart. No, she had to do something drastic to get out of this.
So, Brie’s with Brie’s arms tightly wrapped around the legs of her opponent, she quickly brought herself up to her right foot. She planted it and used that to gain the momentum to lift herself up onto both feet. Her face still smothered by the cleavage of Ana de Armas, Brie Larson let out a muffled roar and stood up, lifting her opponent clean off of the ground. Ana’s eyes went wide as she felt the sudden display of power force her to leave the ground. She tried to push herself forward, hoping to topple the blonde onto her back, but Brie was too firm-footed for that. Brie Larson instead let her bodyweight carry her forward as she slammed Ana de Armas onto the ground.
Instantly, Ana’s grasp on Brie’s hair released. Brie brought her face out of Ana’s chest and without wasting any time, slid herself up the fallen girl’s body. She cocked her right fist back, punched Ana clean in the face twice, and felt the body under her go slack. Ana’s head fell to the side. Her eyes closed. She was knocked out.
Brie, breathing heavily, tried to push herself up but stumbled and fell to her ass. As she sat next to the limp body of Ana de Armas, she played the fight through her head over and over again. Ana had outfought her, plain and simple. She had exposed several flaws in Brie’s technique that now everyone would soon know about. But she didn’t win. And Brie would take that trade any day.
Emily VanCamp vs Brie Larson
Emily VanCamp
5’8” 125lbs 34C 35 y.o.
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Brie Larson
5’7” 128lbs 32B 32 y.o.
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“Not gonna lie,” Emily said. “You scared me for a second.”
Brie Larson was all out of sorts. She was littered with scrapes and bruises, her top had been shredded and her pants removed entirely. Scraggly blonde hair hung in her face. She could barely breathe. She could barely move. She could barely comprehend where she was.
Emily VanCamp wasn’t in much better shape either.
Both women had thoroughly destroyed each other for forty minutes. Control was seeded back and forth between them. As soon as it seemed like one of them was on the verge of finishing her opponent off, she would find herself quickly losing momentum until she was on the verge of passing out or quitting. A fight like this came along once every ten or so years. It was a bloodbath. A mutual bloodbath. And neither woman had given up yet.
However, Emily recently had retaken control for what seemed like the hundredth time. Miraculously, both women were on their feet. Emily’s arms had ensnared Brie, squeezing her tightly from behind. Brie’s arms were trapped by her sides. Emily put the pressure on, bending the struggling Larson forward.
“You think this is over?” grunted Brie.
Emily paused for a moment before she answered.
“No,” she said. “I know it’s not over… yet. But you beating me isn’t what scared me. What scared me is when that delightful Ana de Armas had you in that delicious breast smother. All of a sudden I thought, ‘oh no, I guess she really isn’t that special afterall.’ And then… you escaped! That’s when I knew, Brie. I knew you’d be worth all of the trouble. Because taking a beating from you is worth it when I’m finally the one to finish you off.”
Emily took a deep breath and hoisted Brie off of the floor. Brie’s legs kicked wildly. Emily twisted her hips and tried to slam Brie to the floor, but Brie’s legs caught herself before Emily could complete the move.
“You know, Ana seems like a tough fighter and all,” said Emily. “But she doesn’t know what it takes to be a killer, does she? She doesn’t have that cut-throat instinct. She doesn’t know what it’s like to finish off girls like us, does she? But you do… And that’s why this is going to be the best five minutes of my life.”
Emily loosened her hug on Brie and slid her hands up the blonde’s back. She shoved her forward. Brie expected something to hit her from behind, but nothing did. When she turned around she saw Emily standing there, fists up, knees bent, gesturing Brie towards her. Larson stumbled forward. Emily stood her ground. Brie swung and missed wildly with a right hook that Emily ducked. Emily sent a quick chop to Brie’s back as they passed by each other. Brie turned around and snapped a kick that hit Emily in the gut. Brie moved forward, wrapping Emily’s neck with her arms as she bent her. With the headlock secure, Brie squeezed tightly. Emily rose to her toes as her eyes bulged. Brie kept the pressure on. Emily’s right reached up and her nails dug into Brie’s face. She pulled them down, peeling off skin. The distraction was just barely enough for the headlock to loosen. Emily popped her head out and sent a left cross that spun Brie around.
Emily got on her opponent quickly, a handful of hair as she guided Brie towards the wall. She rammed the tall blonde into it. She quickly reached for Brie’s hands trying to pin them to the wall. But, before she could secure them Brie snapped her head backwards and nailed Emily right in the nose. As VanCamp stumbled backwards, Brie twisted around and nailed another kick that caused Emily to double over.
On her heels, Emily backed off, clutching her stomach. Brie stomped her way forward, her hand grabbing Emily by the hair. She raised her knee up, slamming it into her opponent’s face. That straightened Emily up really quick. VanCamp’s hand shot to her face as she found herself continuing to retreat. Brie landed alternating left-right hooks to Emily’s cheek, which carried the slightly taller blonde all the way to the wall. Emily began to slide down it, but Brie took hold of her collar and hoisted her back up with her left hand. Brie Larson cocked back her right fist, ready to finish this war once and for all.
But suddenly Emily shot her two hands forward and clamped down on Brie’s scalp. She used her foot to propel her forward and slam her body into Larson’s. Brie’s punch hit nothing but air as she all of a sudden found herself being forced backwards.
“Fucking... Kill you… bitch…” grunted Brie.
Brie wrapped her arms around Emily and then swiftly twisted her hips. The two women crashed down to the floor, but Brie landed on top with a satisfying *thud*. Emily however had hold of Brie’s hair, and used it to guide the girl on top to switch positions with her. Not to be out-done, Brie similarly took hold of Emily’s locks and soon pushed herself back on top. The two women rolled around on the floor, neither one of them able to gain any mounted position for a while. Emily knew that might not come, so when she found herself on top, she picked Brie’s head off of the floor and bounced it. Brie’s arms loosened and Emily began to push herself into a mount position. However, Brie found the strength to bring her knees between herself and Emily and forcibly kicked Emily backwards. Emily stumbled, her back hitting a table, which she then used to catch her balance.
Brie began to slowly pick herself up. The two women locked eyes, their jaws clenched as they sucked down as much air as they could. Both of their eyes burned with vitriol and fury. They began to make their way towards each other once again. Brie threw a left-hook that Emily dodged. Emily sent her knee up into Brie’s gut, which doubled her over. Then, Emily grabbed the back of Brie’s thrashed shirt and used it to toss her against the wall. Brie hit it hard, but was able to turn around. Emily was on her quick though. Brie threw a desperation right hand that Emily dodged. Then, VanCamp unloaded a left-right combo to Brie’s chin. Larson’s knees buckled and as she began to slide down the wall, Emily grabbed her by the front of the hair and sent a knee into her gut once more. Brie dropped to her ass.
Out of breath and thoroughly battered, Brie Larson looked up at an equally brutalized Emily VanCamp.
“You are absolutely incredible,” said Emily.
She took hold of Brie’s collar with both hands, hoisting her up to her feet. Brie tried to head-butt her, but Emily saw it coming. She moved her head back and used Brie’s momentum to help spin her around. Then, she brought her right arm over Brie’s throat. Emily moved Brie’s wrist over her own shoulder so that it slung across the taller actress’s neck. Emily took a deep breath before finally snapping Brie’s body down towards the floor. Before Brie hit the floor though, Emily planted her foot so that her own leg sat at a 90 degree ankle. The back of Brie Larson violently bent across Emily’s thigh. Brie screeched in agony as she felt her spine curve in an unnatural way. Emily moved her hand to Brie’s chin, which she used to sharpen the angle. Brie’s screams were piercing and devastating. But they sounded like sweet music to Emily VanCamp.
Emily rolled Brie off of her thigh, letting her foe drop to her stomach. Emily took a handful of Brie’s hair as she dug her knee into the tortured spine of her opponent.
“Remember what you made Daisy Ridley do?” asked Emily, pointing to a camera. “Do it for me.”
“FUCK… YOU,” Brie groaned through her teeth.
“Fine,” Emily said. “The hard way, then.”
Emily brought Brie to her feet and once more brought her down across her knee. When Brie still refused, Emily did it again. And again. And again.
“No more…” Brie finally begged. “I… I can’t…”
“Then say it,” Emily demanded, yanking on her hair.
Brie Larson, lips trembling, eyes welling with tears, looked into the camera. She looked at it dead center. Her eyes unmoving from it the entire time. She took a long, hard swallow before opening her mouth.
“I’m beaten…” Brie said.
“No,” Emily cut her off. “You’re not beaten, are you? You’re something else… You know it too. Say it.”
“I… I…” Brie stuttered.
“Say. It.”
“I’m broken…” Brie admitted as she burst into tears, hanging her head low. “I’ve been broken by Emily VanCamp.”
“Good girl,” said Emily VanCamp, who rose to her feet.
She stood over the demoralized Brie Larson. She didn’t plant her foot. She didn’t flex. She didn’t taunt. She didn’t trash talk. She simply looked down at her. Emily knew very well that the positions could have been flipped. That it could have been Brie Larson who conquered herself on that day. Brie had her respect going into the fight. Now, Brie had her admiration.
But at the end of the day, only one winner can stand. Emily knew on this day it was her turn to stand. She intended to keep it that way.
Kaley Cuoco vs Brie Larson
Kaley Cuoco
5’6” 126lbs 35-24-36 32C 36 y/o
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Brie Larson
5’7” 128lbs 34-24-35 32B 32 y/o
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Brie wasn’t used to a fight like this. Usually her fights included some precise striking, some decent grappling, and an overall level of respectfulness between opponents. But Kaley Cuoco had gotten dirty. She had low-blowed, bit, clawed, and cheap-shotted the entire fight until finally Brie Larson snapped and got down to her level… literally.
The two women were a messy ball of arms, legs, and hair rolling around on the floor. Kaley’s dirty tactics had made her the dominant fighter for most of the contest. In fact, she had kicked Brie’s ass so thoroughly that Kaley began to wonder if it was even the same girl who had beaten Jessica Biel, Daisy Ridley, and Ana de Armas. She knew that Brie was coming off of an emotional loss to Emily Vancamp, but she expected a little more fire from someone with Brie’s reputation. Instead, Larson had come out and laid an egg early. She got out-struck so poorly that Kaley almost knocked her out five minutes into the fight. That’s when Kaley decided to get nasty.
You see, it wasn’t about wins and losses to Kaley. It was about an experience. She knew she had Brie beaten. She had easily outclassed her fellow blonde actress that if she had kept that gameplan the fight would have been over in seven minutes. But where was the fun in that? So instead Kaley decided to utterly torture Brie. The dirty tactics left Larson stripped, clawed up and down, and with a persistently throbbing mound. Kaley pushed her further. Her hair was torn to shreds. Her nipples were covered with scratch marks. And all four of her cheeks were a dark red, compliments of Kaley’s right hand. Brie couldn’t believe how strong and fast Kaley was. She was a blur and when she hit… she hit like a mack truck. Brie lost track how many times she had been knocked down. At a certain point it didn’t matter. Yet, Kaley refused to finish her off. She just kept pushing Brie a little more with each humiliation. A slap. A cxnt punt. A titty twister. She dumped more and more humiliation until finally Brie snapped. Her calm, collected demeanor shattered. Her eyes went wide and she let out a terrible scream. She tackled Kaley to the floor, leading to their current positioning.
The two hellcats tore into each other. Kaley lost her top as well and her shorts barrely hung on for dear life. Her body was catching up with Brie when it came to the claw marks, and her hair was as equally thin and messy as well. The only difference was Kaley was loving it. Every time Brie screamed in her face or cursed her out gave Cuoco a little boost. Every slap. Every nail digging into her flesh. Every knee slammed into her snatch… it delighted her.
The two blondes rolled around the floor, each wrestling for position. The harder Brie fought, the harder Kaley fought back. Eventually, Kaley took hold of Brie’s wrists and pinned her to the floor. She let her impressive chest drop directly on Brie’s. She grinded her chest down a little, smirking as she saw just how much Brie hated it. She had wound Brie up nice and tight… and now it was time to release her. Kaley now aimed to take the fight out of Larson the best way she knew how…
She placed her knee between Brie's legs and began to thrust it forward violently. Brie screamed. Each time her knee connected, she felt a little bit of strength trickle out of Brie’s arms. Then, Kaley leaned forward and gave a long, slow lick from the base of Brie’s chin all the way up to her nose. She then clamped her teeth on Brie’s nose, not hard enough to break the skin, but more like a warning to tell her that she could if she wanted to. All the while, Kaley’s knee continued to destroy Brie’s womanhood. Just a few weeks ago many thought Brie had established herself as the best celebrity fighter in the world. Kaley was thrilled to remind everyone that she still existed. And to break Larson in such humiliation fashion, to force Brie to play her game and still come out on top… Well, Kaley knew there wouldn't be any more talk about the dominant Brie Larson. As she watched the fight fade from Brie’s face, Kaley gave her a wicked smirk and leaned herself forward.
Her ample chest easily covered Brie’s nose and mouth. Muffled cries escaped under Kaley’s bosom, but she paid no attention to the begging of Brie Larson. Kaley spread Brie’s arms out wider. When they went limp she let them go and started to play with her opponent’s blonde locks, all the while keeping her chest on her face.
“Hmmm, okay,” Kaley said to the passed out Brie. “You’ve had enough.”
She picked her chest up and gave Brie a few light taps on her cheek. Then she stood over her and admired her handiwork.
“I still can’t believe you beat Jessica,” Kaley mocked her knocked out opponent. “Old girl must be slipping.”
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"SHE'S FINISHED!"
This is a bit of a follow up to a post I did back in December, although this time, instead of being set in a pro ring, the fighting style du jour is the womanly art of catfighting.
Oh, and as before, the bad girl always wins. 8)
Each of these are the final moments of a match, when one beauty is undeniably triumphant over her adversary, and basking in the glow of victory...
Kaley Cuoco vs Esther Baxter
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The blonde let out a heavy grunt as she was slammed chest-first into the penthouse wall. Dazed from the impact, Kaley staggered backward, leaving two near-perfect circular indentations in the drywall, the result of her 34c's forceful collision with the wall (the owner would afterward hang an empty gilded frame around the dents, proclaiming them works of art!).
The woman who delivered her into that wall, Esther, let a cruel smile come across her lips, as she realized that after their long and grueling contest, she was on the verge of conquering the blonde at last.
As the stunned Cuoco stood on unsteady legs, Baxter kicked behind each of her knees, dropping the blonde onto her knees. A yank of tangled golden mane put Kaley on her back, with her legs still bent at the knees under her. The bronzed beauty then began to savagely stomp at her opponent's belly, breasts and head, quickly rendering Cuoco senseless and hapless as Baxter finishes her off.
With her foot then planted between Kaley's bare and battered breasts, Esther raises her arms and claims her victory.
Kate Upton vs Megan Thee Stallion
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The two curvaceous beauties hammered away at one another with chest chops, each blow sending their bare bosoms bouncing wildly as they yelped and moaned in pain.
Suddenly, Kate shifted tactics and raked her nails across the shrieking Megan's eyes, momentarily blinding her. That gave the blonde the precious seconds she needed to grab her opponent and, as Upton dipped her knees, pulling the startled battler across the blonde's shoulder. Before Megan knew what was happening, she was snared in an over-the-shoulder backbreaker!
Her cries of torment filling the penthouse as her lush body was agonizingly bent across the shoulders of her rival, it wasn't long before Megan was shrieking her submission. Viciously, Upton then slammed her beaten foe to the carpeted floor, then placed a foot upon the body of the stunned brunette and struck her victory pose.
Flashback 1979: Linda Blair vs Charlene Tilton
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The spectators had been awe-stuck by the savage brutality displayed by the two young blondes, their hatred for one another fueling their fury. Stripped down to their bikini briefs, their buxom bodies sheathed in sweat as they each panted for breath, struggling against exhaustion, they had been battling to a near stalemate. Now however, the tide was about to turn.
Linda managed to land a slap to Charlene's face, her palm cracking across her rival's cheek as Tilton's head snapped sharply to the side, emitting a spray of perspiration beads. Stunned, Charlene staggered several steps, instinctively turning her back to her foe so as to better shield herself from further attack. However, that was just what Blair wanted, as she leapt up on her adversary's back, wrapping her legs around Charlene's waist while she snaked her arms around her rival's throat with a chokehold!
Charlene stumbled around, her trembling legs straining to carry the weight of her oppressor. Her eyes were wide with panic and her face turned a deep red as she struggled for breath. Linda, sending that at long last victory was within her grasp, smirked and gave a sinister chuckle.
Soon enough, Tilton collapsed to the floor, helplessly captured within the limbs of her nemesis. Finally her eyes fluttered shut and she was driven unconscious. Linda released her...but she wasn't finished with her yet.
First, she stripped the beaten girl on her panties; she then used Charlene's own bikini top to hog tie her wrists and ankles behind her, leaving Tilton humiliatingly helpless in the center of the room.
Emma Stone vs Anna Kendrick
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Emma squirmed on her belly, but the weight of her opponent pressing her body down upon the redhead kept her trapped. But Stone's biggest worry at the moment was the fact that she couldn't breath, thanks to Anna using her hands to cover Stone's mouth and pinch off her nose.
As her victim's movements grew sluggish and her moans weaker, Kendrick was certain that her triumph was inevitable now. Tauntingly, she began to sing a lullaby to her opponent...
"Hush little baby, don't you weep
Anna's gonna send your ass to sleep
If you step up on me once more
I'll break your neck, you stupid whore"
And with that, Emma's tear-filled eyes closed and she passed out. Gleefully, Anna stood up and let out a smug laugh as she gave Stone's unmoving rear end one final kick with her foot.
Flashback 1975: Jenny Agutter vs Jane Seymour
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Jane let out an agonized howl as her back was bent across her adversary's knee...but her anguish was only just beginning.
Not content to merely torture her rival's spine, Jenny magnified the torment by first, clasping her left hand across Seymour's windpipe, choking her; with her right hand, she viciously fashioned her fingers into a clawhold and clamped it down upon Jane's womanhood, which had scant protection beyond the thin fabric of her panties.
Both hands tightening as she continued to press down on either end of her victim, Agutter's beautiful face was a mask of cruel determination. Jane's maliciously abused body trembled from the pain that wracked it. Quickly enough, she managed to draw enough breath to croak out, "No...more..."
Disdainfully, Jenny released her holds and roughly shoved her conquered adversary from her knee, letting Seymour fall to the floor. Rising up, hands on her hips, Agutter imperiously intoned, "Your Queen commands you to depart, peasant!" Sobbing, Jane slowly and with great discomfort crawled across the floor and out of the room on her hands and knees.
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Esther Baxter used to be way more popular around here. Fun seeing her back again.
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Alice and Eve demolished ScarJos tits badly, they really should now test each other out, I know they need to know who of them is better!
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Alice and Eve demolished ScarJos tits badly, they really should now test each other out, I know they need to know who of them is better!
What? Alice Eve is one person. The only other fight is with Rachel Brosnahan.
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Alice and Eve demolished ScarJos tits badly, they really should now test each other out, I know they need to know who of them is better!
What? Alice Eve is one person. The only other fight is with Rachel Brosnahan.
True, my fault!
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Would love to read more stories wit the super sexy Scarlett Johansson losing!
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How about some deserving Scar Jo winning!
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How about some deserving Scar Jo winning!
I think I'll have ya covered soon ;)
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FLASHBACK 2003: Kaley Cuoco vs Troian Bellisario
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There's something tantalizing about watching two talented neophytes, equals in so many ways, battle one another. Kaley and Troian, two 18 year old rising starlets, were among the most exciting newcomers to the celebrity catfighting scene in years. At times in their contest they were like newborn colts, gangly and clumsy; other times, their combat instincts came to the fore and they were no less than magnificent thoroughbreds. The end result was a match that was equal parts awkward and awe-inspiring, as the two fought to a bitter stalemate.
At least, it had been a stalemate up until the last few minutes. The two combatants had been tumbling about in a tangle of limbs, grunting and panting for breath, their skin drenched with sweat, as they both struggled to resist exhaustion from overwhelming them. Suddenly Cuoco managed to roughly shove Bellisario onto her back, and lunged at her; but the brunette, entirely by accident, swung her left leg up, and the heel of her foot slammed into Kaley's jaw, sending the blonde sprawling backward. She sat there on the floor, legs spread out before her, eyes glazed as she rubbed her jaw with her hand. Sitting up, Troian seemed uncertain of what to do next. But after several long moments, a look of steely determination fixed upon her face.
Scrambling with all of the speed she could muster, the black-haired beauty crawled behind her semi-stunned rival and, sitting on the carpet behind Cuoco, she wrapped her legs tight around the blonde's waist, locking her ankles. Kaley was confused at first as to what was happening, but bitter realization struck her soon enough, as Bellisairo grabbed her matted golden mane and, with a sharp grunt, hoisted Cuoco up in the air with the power of her sculpted legs.
A moment later, she brought Kaley crashing down for a Keister Bump. The blonde had always been proud of how tight and modest her derriere was, but now she learned painfully that a lack of cushioning made the impact to her coccyx all the worse. A jolt of electric agony shot from her tail bone up her spine, twisting her angelic face into a mask of torment. Troian then repeated the move a second time, and then a third...but by now, she wasn't able to lift her victim quite as high, and the bumps weren't quite as effective. Indeed, the brunette began to seriously worry that she had exhausted herself, but not done enough damage to Cuoco to prevent her from regaining control of the fight. And that fear seemed to be coming true as Kaley frantically grabbed her tormentor's feet, and began twisting her bare toes in an effort to force the brunette to release her scissors.
A look of panic began to flicker across Bellisario's face, but an instant later it was replaced by one of fierce resolve. Leaning forward, she snaked her right arm across Cuoco's throat, while her left hand grabbed the blonde by her hair. Troian then tightened her arm, choking her adversary. Kaley's eyes went wide with alarm as she was suddenly unable to breath. Her hands now moved up to Bellisario's arm, trying to pry it loose, tugging at the limb, digging her nails into the soft flesh. But the raven-tressed battler was determined, and she refused to relent in her stranglehold.
Many of the elite spectators could see Kaley's face, and see its color turn ever-deepening shades of red. The blonde's eyes glazed over as she struggled to draw even the slightest gasp of air into her searing lungs. She grew weaker, until her hands fell away from Troian's limb and her arms flailed feebly...and then they fell limp, as Cuoco's eyelids shut, she gave a gurgled whimper, and her body ragdolled. She was knocked out.
Throughout much of this match, Troian had seemed to be disconcerted and uncoordinated (as had Kaley), owing to her youth and lack of fighting experience. But that was past now. Releasing her beaten opponent, she pushed the blonde aside and onto her back, where the slumbering Cuoco lay starfished as her chest heaved for precious breath. Now, Bellisario rose up, not as some gangly, exhausted teenager, but as a magnificent Amazon warrior. Planting a foot atop Kaley's chest, Troian put her hands on her hips, thrust her bosom out, and proudly stood there, basking in her triumph, a look of obdurate assuredness upon her features. The spectators jumped to their feet to cheer her, awe-struck at having witnessed the baptism by fire of a mighty new combatant.
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FLASHBACK 2003: Kaley Cuoco vs Troian Bellisario
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There's something tantalizing about watching two talented neophytes, equals in so many ways, battle one another. Kaley and Troian, two 18 year old rising starlets, were among the most exciting newcomers to the celebrity catfighting scene in years. At times in their contest they were like newborn colts, gangly and clumsy; other times, their combat instincts came to the fore and they were no less than magnificent thoroughbreds. The end result was a match that was equal parts awkward and awe-inspiring, as the two fought to a bitter stalemate.
At least, it had been a stalemate up until the last few minutes. The two combatants had been tumbling about in a tangle of limbs, grunting and panting for breath, their skin drenched with sweat, as they both struggled to resist exhaustion from overwhelming them. Suddenly Cuoco managed to roughly shove Bellisario onto her back, and lunged at her; but the brunette, entirely by accident, swung her left leg up, and the heel of her foot slammed into Kaley's jaw, sending the blonde sprawling backward. She sat there on the floor, legs spread out before her, eyes glazed as she rubbed her jaw with her hand. Sitting up, Troian seemed uncertain of what to do next. But after several long moments, a look of steely determination fixed upon her face.
Scrambling with all of the speed she could muster, the black-haired beauty crawled behind her semi-stunned rival and, sitting on the carpet behind Cuoco, she wrapped her legs tight around the blonde's waist, locking her ankles. Kaley was confused at first as to what was happening, but bitter realization struck her soon enough, as Bellisairo grabbed her matted golden mane and, with a sharp grunt, hoisted Cuoco up in the air with the power of her sculpted legs.
A moment later, she brought Kaley crashing down for a Keister Bump. The blonde had always been proud of how tight and modest her derriere was, but now she learned painfully that a lack of cushioning made the impact to her coccyx all the worse. A jolt of electric agony shot from her tail bone up her spine, twisting her angelic face into a mask of torment. Troian then repeated the move a second time, and then a third...but by now, she wasn't able to lift her victim quite as high, and the bumps weren't quite as effective. Indeed, the brunette began to seriously worry that she had exhausted herself, but not done enough damage to Cuoco to prevent her from regaining control of the fight. And that fear seemed to be coming true as Kaley frantically grabbed her tormentor's feet, and began twisting her bare toes in an effort to force the brunette to release her scissors.
A look of panic began to flicker across Bellisario's face, but an instant later it was replaced by one of fierce resolve. Leaning forward, she snaked her right arm across Cuoco's throat, while her left hand grabbed the blonde by her hair. Troian then tightened her arm, choking her adversary. Kaley's eyes went wide with alarm as she was suddenly unable to breath. Her hands now moved up to Bellisario's arm, trying to pry it loose, tugging at the limb, digging her nails into the soft flesh. But the raven-tressed battler was determined, and she refused to relent in her stranglehold.
Many of the elite spectators could see Kaley's face, and see its color turn ever-deepening shades of red. The blonde's eyes glazed over as she struggled to draw even the slightest gasp of air into her searing lungs. She grew weaker, until her hands fell away from Troian's limb and her arms flailed feebly...and then they fell limp, as Cuoco's eyelids shut, she gave a gurgled whimper, and her body ragdolled. She was knocked out.
Throughout much of this match, Troian had seemed to be disconcerted and uncoordinated (as had Kaley), owing to her youth and lack of fighting experience. But that was past now. Releasing her beaten opponent, she pushed the blonde aside and onto her back, where the slumbering Cuoco lay starfished as her chest heaved for precious breath. Now, Bellisario rose up, not as some gangly, exhausted teenager, but as a magnificent Amazon warrior. Planting a foot atop Kaley's chest, Troian put her hands on her hips, thrust her bosom out, and proudly stood there, basking in her triumph, a look of obdurate assuredness upon her features. The spectators jumped to their feet to cheer her, awe-struck at having witnessed the baptism by fire of a mighty new combatant.
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Really enjoyed this story and in my opinion the right girl won. I do wish she’d have given her rival a bit more humiliation but thoroughly enjoyed this.
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Another stellar effort, good sir, and I'm not just saying that because it's my favorite bendy-backed muse imposing her will on strong blonde competition. Love the colts to thoroughbreds comparison, it really sells the idea of two tyros coming into their own over the course of a strenuous battle. Dig the idea that neither was going for something complex there at the end -- Kaley managed to get Troi on her back and probably could've secured a victory if not for that well timed / placed counter kick. Bellisario seemingly uncertain of her next move before securing the Bodyscissors and Keister Bounce (a terrific tactic all around). Cuoco's last ditch effort to escape via toe-twisting only to fall victim to a Rear Naked Choke and find herself posed upon and over by the victorious brunette. Oh and of course the hair-flip GIF at the end is a delightful exclamation point.
All that said, I'm not sure how I feel in light of the realization that both Kaley and Troi are effectively twenty-year veterans at this point. Time is a flat circle, indeed.
Thanks again for sharing this, it's much appreciated.
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Maybe I should post some stories from MY point of view sometime?
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Both Margot and Samara had both thought it was strange when they saw the other woman walking into what was supposed to be THEIR audtion. I mean what purpose would it serve to have both actresses there at the same time? Unless it was a duel part after all.
But no, instead they found out that the producers couldn't decide on which of them had actually gotten the role. That the pair of them would need to literally fight to see which one of them would walk out of the room with a job.
Neither one had taken it easy on the other. Both of them thrashing their near look alike around the room. Smashing them into the walls even going so far as Samara breaking Margot through the casting table.
It was clear neither woman was going to walk out of here unscathed. Margot had run her nails down the other woman's back. Not only shredding her shirt but leaving red lines down Weaving's back as she howled.
Neither Blondes clothing survived the brawl. Ending up in shreds on the floor Samara's bra hanging by one strap as her left breast was completely exposed. Her panties wrapped around her hands, stretched across Margot's mouth. Her agonizing scream muffled by what remained of Weaving's crotch.
Robbie's body was fully on display in its beaten glory as she was locked in a camel clutch. Her panties remained in tatters. Only by definition covering part of her ass as they were wedgied so deep between her cheeks that they snapped.
Forced to look at the Producers. Margot screamed and groaned. She squirmed but there was no way out of Samara's clutches. The whole array of casting directors watched as the A lister tapped out on the thigh of her younger counter part.
Samara smiled as she shoved the other woman down face first. Kicking her over and onto her back. Weaving put her hands on her hips as she looked at the producers. "So... I think this settles it?" She said raising her eyebrow. "To really establish it... Margot" she said putting her bare foot ontop of the other woman's mouth. "Lick" she commanded.
The defeated Robbie didn't waste an instant. Her eyes went wide at the prospect of the other woman doing more to damage her. But when a way out was presented she didn't waste a second. Her tongue licking along the other woman's foot. Weaving moaning above her.
"Well... I guess we found out star of Scream 6" the producer said as Samara kept switching between her feet.
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Flashback 1995 Carmen Electra vs Stephanie Seymour
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It was less than a minute into a foxy boxing match in a trendy Sunset Strip nightclub between Carmen Electra and Stephanie Seymour, and things weren't going well for Stephanie.
The tall lanky model flailed wildly, trying to use her longer reach to her advantage but she failed to lay a glove on the quicker more athletic Carmen. "C'mon big bird you can do better than that" Carmen taunted before peppering the models slender midsection with a barrage of punches. "Ooooh you little bitch"
Steph yelped in frustration as she struggled to keep pace with Carmen and her hit and run tactics.
Despite being a full six inches taller than Carmen the models height was actually working against her as Carmen easily ducked her awkward telegraphed punches. Every time answering with several stinging body blows.
Carmen smelled blood in the water as Steph brought an arm down to cover her aching midsection with her long legs becoming increasingly unsteady as she back peddled awkwardly just trying to make it to the end of the first round.
Carmen however had other plans and looked to make short work of her wounded prey. Having backed backed Steph into a corner Carmen closed in for the kill. "What's wrong stilts? Got a belly ache" Carmen sneered as she ruthlessly thrust her fist into the models tender midsection. Then as the taller woman began to double over in pain Carmen was waiting with a brutal uppercut that sent the hapless model to the canvas.
As Steph was struggling to shake off the cobwebs and had managed to get back on all fours Carmen bent over and whispered in her ear "Look sweetie you might want to call it quits. I'd hate to mess up that pretty face of yours and end your modeling career. Just do what you do best and lie back down and pose for the cameras" With that Steph nodded submissively and collapsed on the mat prompting Carmen to place her foot on the beaten models backside and flex for a series of poses as a barrage of flashbulbs lit up the room.
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Ivanka Trump. Vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
The charity wrestling match was going badly for Ivanka Trump. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was bobbing and weaving circles around her and fire stinging jabs over and over into the blonde socialite’s face. The girl from the Bronx was showing that she knew how to fight and there was little Ivanka could do bout it, despite being taller and stronger.
BAM! Jab to the chin!
Ivanka shook her head, trying to clear the ringing in her skull.
BAM! Left cross to the jaw!
Ivanka stumbled away from Alexandria, stepping in pot holes, as she retreated to her corner.
Ocasio-Cortez followed close behind, drilling punches into Ivanka’s lower back and kidneys. Ivanka’s eyes winced in pain, and her eyebrows arched, the kidney punches paralyzing her and bringing her to the verge of tears
A disgusted Donald Trump. Stalking at ringside, scowled in disgusts as he watched his daughter getting beaten up. “Come on Ivanka! Wake up girl! I didn’t pay fpr all those boxing lessons just to see you get knocked out by this this Mexican bitch!” he seethed.
“Sorry, Daddy, sorr---“ pleaded Ivanka, rather pathetically
The Titantron screen then turned on and showed Ivanka dragging Alexandria into a waiting stretch limo. The limo was large enough that Ivanka was able to lay down AOC so she was completely prone on the back seat of the limo. Ivanka then climbed on top of her before once again plunging her bounteous breasts into Alexandria’s helpless, tear-soaked face. Ivanka was laughing deliriously, so delighted with how this match had turned out.
“And it was all for charity!” she laughed. What Alexandria didn’t know was that the proceeds would go to a Political Action Committee dedicated to re-electing Donald J. Trump.
The car door then closed and the vehicle drove off.
This was such a great match-up and story, Ivanka is hot as hell, but it would have been so much better without her father's interference! Such gorgeous women and then such an ugly, disgusting guy in the story. Actually no men should ever be part of catfight stories.
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Ivanka Trump. Vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
The charity wrestling match was going badly for Ivanka Trump. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was bobbing and weaving circles around her and fire stinging jabs over and over into the blonde socialite’s face. The girl from the Bronx was showing that she knew how to fight and there was little Ivanka could do bout it, despite being taller and stronger.
BAM! Jab to the chin!
Ivanka shook her head, trying to clear the ringing in her skull.
BAM! Left cross to the jaw!
Ivanka stumbled away from Alexandria, stepping in pot holes, as she retreated to her corner.
Ocasio-Cortez followed close behind, drilling punches into Ivanka’s lower back and kidneys. Ivanka’s eyes winced in pain, and her eyebrows arched, the kidney punches paralyzing her and bringing her to the verge of tears
A disgusted Donald Trump. Stalking at ringside, scowled in disgusts as he watched his daughter getting beaten up. “Come on Ivanka! Wake up girl! I didn’t pay fpr all those boxing lessons just to see you get knocked out by this this Mexican bitch!” he seethed.
“Sorry, Daddy, sorr---“ pleaded Ivanka, rather pathetically
The Titantron screen then turned on and showed Ivanka dragging Alexandria into a waiting stretch limo. The limo was large enough that Ivanka was able to lay down AOC so she was completely prone on the back seat of the limo. Ivanka then climbed on top of her before once again plunging her bounteous breasts into Alexandria’s helpless, tear-soaked face. Ivanka was laughing deliriously, so delighted with how this match had turned out.
“And it was all for charity!” she laughed. What Alexandria didn’t know was that the proceeds would go to a Political Action Committee dedicated to re-electing Donald J. Trump.
The car door then closed and the vehicle drove off.
This was such a great match-up and story, Ivanka is hot as hell, but it would have been so much better without her father's interference! Such gorgeous women and then such an ugly, disgusting guy in the story. Actually no men should ever be part of catfight stories.
Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Throwback: 1998
For one fateful evening, the stars aligned to produce a truly magnificent contest on the carpet. From start to finish, the battle between the two beauties in that penthouse had been an astounding display of pride, determination, and savagery, the likes of which remain unparalleled even to this day.
Both Elizabeth Hurley and Jeri Ryan had ascended to prominence by the time they met; for either to be able to assert her claim to supremacy atop of the field, the sole course lay in going through the other. Brunette and blonde were both eager to make the match, and each one professed an unwavering confidence that she would conquer her rival when they did come to blows. This sentiment was vividly captured as the pair faced off against each other before the fight, Liz in a satiny red bikini and Jeri in a lustrous silver counterpart – neither conceded an inch as they burned their stares into one another, both women fully expecting to bring the other to heel before the night’s end.
In the ensuing struggle, the two ladies tore each other to tatters. Momentum and control shifted back and forth repeatedly as one gained the upper hand, only have it wrenched away shortly after. Both of their bodies were subjected to all manner of claws, fists, and holds that the combatants could conjure to assail one another with. Screams and shouts filled the penthouse seemingly without end, becoming more and more distressed in their tenor as the night wore on. By the time that the action approached its climax, brunette and blonde were utterly bedraggled in appearance and condition, bereft of their bikini tops, and reduced to mere shadows of what they’d been at the start. Yet as the prospect of a definitive victory remained tantalizingly close but still just beyond the grasp of either one, the two pressed on in the hope of wresting it for themselves.
Near the end, Jeri had become trapped in headscissors by her foe. Lying flat on her back and barely able to move, her hands grasped desperately at the thighs that clamped down on her neck, but the strength needed to pry them apart simply wasn’t there. Liz was reclined with both arms planted on the carpet behind her, oriented perpendicular to the blonde as she poured it on with everything she could still summon, but applying the hold appeared to be causing her just as much suffering as her tired legs were pushed beyond their limits. Just when it seemed that matters had been decided and as Jeri started to fade, the scissors were abruptly released when Elizabeth’s arms gave out under her as she too collapsed to the floor, unable to sustain the hold any further. The brunette and the blonde remained where they were for a time, each laboring to pull themselves together before the other could do the same.
Liz was the one to who recovered first. Uncoiling her legs and slowly getting to all fours over her foe, she collected Jeri off of the floor and brought her to a kneeling position on her haunches. Rising further to one knee and sidling up to the left, the brunette hooked her right arm around the blonde’s neck began thumping away with a tired, arrhythmic slog of left-handed punches to the face. Jeri scowled as she soaked up one after another of these shots, and for a harrowing time she seemed incapable of mounting a defense beyond getting her arm up and wrapping it around Liz’s waist. But as the prospect of a dramatic fight finish loomed large, a determined effort saw the blonde manage to thrust her hand up higher and seize the brunette’s hair with a tight grip. Elizabeth shrieked at the sudden force that was painfully trying to yank her down, and though she was able to withstand it for a time, in the end she was toppled back down to the carpet along with her blonde rival.
Once again, the action was bitter and ferocious as the two women fought each other in the trenches. Defying exhaustion, Elizabeth and Jeri both drew upon their last remaining reserves in an all-out bid to decide the outcome that hung in the balance. Hair was violently tugged upon. Breasts were spitefully clawed and squeezed. Bodies vehemently pushed and shoved in close quarters. For a time as the brunette and the blonde writhed with one another on the carpet, it seemed much like before where neither one could gain a clear edge and maintain it for very long. But things came to a head when Jeri wrestled her way atop of Liz and clouted her with an artless punch to the face. The latter appeared stricken by the opportune blow as her fortitude began to falter precipitously.
Rising to secure a straddle across her opponent’s waist, Jeri’s hands went for Elizabeth’s breasts and started to twist and yank on them in earnest. Liz was clearly beside herself as her chest suffered the enmity of her foe, but she soon reached up for Jeri’s tits and offered back in kind with harsh tugs on the hulking pair. The punishment being doled out was plainly visible and audible in both women’s reactions as their racks were targeted, but so too was it obvious that one of them was coping with it far more poorly than the other. The point was further driven home by Jeri as she let go with her right hand and used it to pound Liz’s left breast with a drubbing punch – all semblance of composure that the latter still held crumbled in an instant as her agonized wail filled the penthouse.
Jeri again seized both of the brunette’s tits and resumed yanking upwards on them without mercy. Elizabeth bawled each time her orbs was stretched to its limits, arching her back and writhing beneath her tormentress as she succumbed to the pain. But through some incredible force of will, she nonetheless managed to retain her hold on the blonde’s breasts all the way to the end, even if the insistency behind the grip had long since ebbed away. This final act of resistance proved her fighter’s heart beyond reproach, even though it was an ultimately futile gesture.
At last letting go of Liz’s pair, Jeri seized her wrists and pinned them to the floor; she then lowered herself down as well and buried her chest over the brunette’s face. The blonde’s hands and arms next moved to encircle the head and neck as she secured a breast smother on her foe. Whether due to her pride or due to her powerlessness, Liz did not tap out as Jeri’s tremendous bosom deprived her of breath; truthfully though, it was clear by that point that she no longer had any agency in the outcome. Jeri squeezed tightly with her arms while she pressed and mashed her breasts against Liz’s nose and mouth, and in short order she had sent her foe to sleep with this last emphatic statement.
The sensational effort put forth by the two combatants and the heartpounding fight that resulted served to raise both women’s statures in the period that followed. But then and there in the moment, vividly evidenced as a triumphant Jeri Ryan stood tall and posed with her foot on the chest of a vanquished Elizabeth Hurley, only one of them would be the real winner.
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A brand new jewel from the treasury that is the mind of the Walkin' Dude! Here, he pays homage to the memory of a recently passed pro wrestling legend.
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Troian didn't so much sit on the small of Britney's back as she did position herself and simply drop so that the slim medicine ball of her haunches produced an audible 'bitch!' from the exhausted blonde. The impromptu Butt Bomb wasn't just circumstance or convenience either, it was more a delayed receipt, the brunette getting payback for the low-grade headache she'd suffered through having to look at the hideous zebra print carpet and fuzzy pink covers Spears had insisted sheath the canvas and turnbuckles for tonight's bit of after hours bikini wrestling.
“Gimme those arms, honey.” Bellisario helped herself to rude grips on the blonde's biceps and deftly wrenched her limbs back one right after the other so they were draped awkwardly across the smooth planes of Troi's thighs.
Growling back to some semblance of awareness as Bellisario snatched a double handful of battle-damp hair, Britney dug glittery pink nails into the undersides of Troi's thighs, but it only got her captured locks pulled back into a disheveled top knot. “Guuuuhhhhh... get off me you skinny bitch.” the super starlet demanded. “You're never gonna beat me here, Vegas is MY townNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Bellisario halved the hair-hold to slip one hand under Spears' chin before she discarded the other woman's tresses entirely to lace her fingers and puuuuuuuuuuulllll back on the Camel Clutch!
The couple dozen mooks ('VIP's' was what Brit-Brit's handlers had called them when they were escorted in before the introductions) surrounding the ring whooped and hollered and pounded on the apron, which was all well and good, though not one of them responded precisely how Troi had hoped. Certain at least one of them would catch on if she pointed him in the right direction, she glanced from side to side while continuing to jostle the hold and—the brunette found her mark in a graying, middle-aged man who'd locked his fingers into an S-grip to secure an imaginary Clutch of his own. Arching an eyebrow when she caught his attention, the lithesome brunette asked, “Break her back?”
The guy's face lit up and he pounded both palms against that horrible zebra carpet in time with each syllable of his response. 'Make her hum-ble!'
Troi obliged by craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanking up on Britney's chin for a good five seconds! Then she released the grip and treated herself to a double fistful of hair.
“Pull her hair?”
The first guy answered along with half a dozen more.
'Make her hum-ble!'
She did just that, Bellisario making fierce little tuff girl faces as she tried to remove great big hanks of hair.
Several more seconds ticked off the clock before Troi switched her grip again, the brunette slipping the middle, index, and ring fingers on each hand into the corners of Britney's mouth.
“Hook her mouth!'
It wasn't a question anymore and the response was just as emphatic.
'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!'
“FUGGIN BIDGE!” Spears garbled around that agonizing, artificial smile. “YUU CAHN DOO-IS TO MEE! THIZ IS--”
“Smash her ass!”
Troi dropped a whole lot more Butt Bombs on her foe's squirming buns and if they didn't land entirely in time with 'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!' it wasn't for lack of trying.
Britney was breaking down fast now, the miseries of the Camel Clutch were bad enough, but being on the wrong end of such a tawdry spectacle was infinitely worse. Still, she managed to bawl a defiant 'NO!' when Troi called, “Claw her tits!'
'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!'
Bellisario abandoned the hooks and reached down to claim Spears's defenseless rack in greedy, white-knuckled hands. Beaming as she kneaded at the audience's discretion, the brunette planted a kiss on her prey's forehead and cooed, “Feeling humble yet, cutie?”
“EAT SHIT!” Spears wailed. “I'm gonna break you in hal-nooooooooooo! Doooooooooon't!”
Troi had narrowed her focus to the blonde's nipples, taking them between thumb and forefinger.
“Twist her nipples!”
'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!'
She did as bade and Britney trembled from end to end with the demoralizing anguish of it all. Perhaps sensing a tremor in her foe's previously iron resolve, Bellisario repeated her previous verse. “Twist her nipples!”
'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!
The space thundered with those synchronized palms, none of those around the ring seeming to remember (or simply not caring) that they'd strolled in assuming Brit-Brit was going to win any match that took place during her Vegas residency. She wasn't winning anything at the moment, alas. Troi's ingenious campaign had the guests eating from the palm of her hand while Spears could only shake her head 'no, no, no!' and patter her feet against the ugly carpet. The blonde had just started to wonder if Bellisario was going to change tactics when her tormentor tightened down and cheered, “Twist her nip--”
“SUBMIT!” Britney blubbered. “I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT!”
Troi released her pincers with a flourish only to swat at her foe's juggs. “What's this? You humble all of the sudden?”
“Tacky slut.” Brit sulked. “Get your bony ass off of HHRRRGGHHHHHH!”
Bellisario locked her hands across the blonde's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked harder than ever! The strain allowed Troian to look down into her foe's upturned face and she greeted her with another taunting forehead smooch. “What were you saying, brat?”
“HUMBLE!” the exhausted battler sobbed. “I'M HUMBLE, OK!?”
“Who made you hum--”
“You did! Now lemme goOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Bellisario relinquished part of the Chinlock to resume the malicious nipple twisting, the brunette alternating between targets with predatory relish. “Say my name, baby.” she cooed to the blonde. “Say it or I'll sit on your fa--”
“TROIAN MADE ME HUMBLE!” Britney screeched. “DON'T SIT ON MY FACE, PLEASE!”
Bellisario laughed, released both holds and made a show of swiping some invisible grime from her palms before she unhooked Spears' arms and let her spread out on the carpet in an exhausted, defenseless sprawl. Rising to verticality several seconds later, the victorious brunette lifted a foot and planted it atop the dispirited slope of Britney's buns. A single bicep flex earned one last riotous cheer from the guests and Troi soaked it all up. Reveled in it, really. Because tonight, she'd made Britney Spears submit. It wouldn't last long of course. Egos like Brit-Brit's had a tendency to recover whether it was earned or not and the brunette had no doubt she'd hear reports of the blonde terrorizing the Strip in a month or less. But that was later, unimportant. Tonight Britney was shivering against that ugly carpet with Bellisario's bare foot grinding down on her glutes.
She wasn't just beaten, she was humble.
Troian thought it looked good on her.
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Kendall Jenner vs Gigi Hadid
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Trapped in the Stretch Muffler, her statuesque body agonizingly twisted, Gigi had been shrieking her submission for nearly a full minute. However, Kendall wasn't interested in releasing her victim anytime soon. The blonde had had the audacity to give the trust funder a serious challenge, and Jenner was going to make this peasant pay for her affrontary.
Tears streaming down her face, Hadid could no longer withstand the pain, and she passed out. Only then did the brunette let her go. Gigi lay on the penthouse floor like a ragdoll, semi-consciously sobbing and mewling in anguish, as Kendall rose up, planted a foot on her conquered opponent's derriere, and flexed her arms as she basked in the cheers of the spectators. Haughtily, she purred, "Somebody drag this tramp out of my sight."
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Flashforward Today: Penny vs Max
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Their conflicts were the stuff of legend. Again and again, the two gorgeous beauties battled in penthouses and mansions from coast to coast, each winning her fair share of matches, but neither was able to win their war decisively.
But it had been fifteen years since they had last fought each other, or done any catfighting at all. They had gone on with their lives, achieving great successes: Penny was an executive with one of the nation's leading pharmaceutical companies, while Max had parlayed her talent for baking into owning a string of chic cupcake shops throughout the East Coast. Both were wealthy, and seemingly content. Yet something still gnawed at them.
Perhaps no one was more surprised than the women themselves when each was asked if she was willing to come out of retirement to fight her arch-rival once more. Both Max and Penny readily agreed, each knowing there was unfinished business between them.
Those in the small audience of elite spectators who had seen the two girls in their younger heydays had cautioned themselves that they shouldn't expect anything as good as those matches, given the fact that the combatants were now older and long out of practice as fighters. And it's true, tonight's battle wasn't the same as those long ago matches...it was BETTER. If anything, Penny and Max were even more magnificent than before, as if the passing years had only sharpened their skills and their instincts.
But as so often as in the past, the two beauties battled one another to a virtual stalemate, neither able to hold the advantage for long. Now, nearly forty minutes into the marathon melee, they had pushed themselves to the very limits of their endurance. Stripped down to their g-string panties, their lush bodies glistening with perspiration, their chests heaving as they panted for breath, Max and Penny glared at one another from across the room, invisible daggers of animosity flying from their eyes. Then, as if on some signal heard only to them, they both rushed at one another, each roaring like an Amazon. There was neither rhyme nor reason to their dual charge...they had simply each become irresistible forces.
And then they became immovable objects, if only for a split second. The blonde and the brunette's bodies slammed together, their bosoms pancaking as a burst of sweat beads erupted from their frames. Both let out loud, agonized grunts, and then the impact sent both sailing backward, until each crashed hard to the carpeted floor.
And there they lay, both rendered senseless and struggling to remain conscious, their only movements the involuntary twitches of their battered bodies, their only sounds the low moans of anguish, while somewhere deep in their clouded minds, they knew that this was only the beginning, and that the war was far from over....
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Flashback 1999: Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Jennifer Love Hewitt
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The spectators were still in shock. It had been a grueling battle between the two young fighters, but slowly Sarah had begun taking command of the match. That was when Jennifer shifted tactics, shoving aside good sportswomanship in exchange for vicious and underhanded moves. It was a side of the normally sunny and perky brunette that none had seen before. But Hewitt was clearly reveling in the freedom of doing whatever she wanted, and she was just as clearly enjoying the cries and sobs of her now overwhelmed opponent.
Whatever scant hope Gellar may have held of somehow turning the fight around in her favor was dashed when she found herself on her back, with Jennifer holding her ankles so as to lift and split her legs. With a malicious sneer on her deceptively angelic face, the brunette then began stomping her foot again and again into the blonde's groin, causing Sarah to shriek blood curdling screams of pain.
The insidious mauling left the tearful blond spent and helpless. Hewitt could have easily and simply claimed the win and ended her adversary's torment...but now having tasted the dark side of combat, the brunette was going to indulge in it. Kneeling down and straddling Gellar's waist, Jennifer peeled off her own bikini top, freeing her 34D's. She then leaned forward, her breasts engulfing the face of her foe. Sarah's muffled cries revealed her panicked torment, but she was too battered to resist, and soon enough, insult now added to injury, she was driven unconscious.
Rising up, Jennifer placed a foot on her fallen rival's chest to strike her victory pose, the smile on her face revealing just how much she enjoyed removing her restraints and fighting without abandon. The blonde beneath her would only be the first to fall to her, Hewitt silently assured herself.
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Perfect ending of the sweeting fischel battle. Love these!
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Perfect ending of the sweeting fischel battle. Love these!
Where is that fight? I didn't see it anywhere
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Perfect ending of the sweeting fischel battle. Love these!
Do you mean this one, Femffan22?
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg603675;topicseen#msg603675
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Barbieheimer
Margot Robbie vs Emily Blunt
A Finish Her Catfight Story
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Margot Robbie
5’6” 123lbs 34-24-35 32B 33 y/o
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Emily Blunt
5’7” 119lbs 34-24-35 32B 40 y/o
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A little publicity stunt never hurt anyone, right?
That’s what everyone else thought when it was announced that Margot Robbie and Emily Blunt would be fighting the week of the premieres of both Barbie and Oppenheimer. Robbie, who played the titular Barbie, had leapt at the opportunity to get back into the fighting game. With all of the filming and press she was just about ready to cut loose, not having torn the hair out of anyone’s head since her decisive victory over Mila Kunis. Meanwhile, Emily Blunt had her own summer blockbuster coming out in Oppenheimer. Like Robbie, she was looking for a reprieve from work and had to let off some steam. With both movies coming out on the same day, the event was titled “Barbieheimer” as people pledged to see both flicks as a double feature. So, the marketing executives got together, pitched the idea to Robbie & Blunt’s teams, and both actresses gave an enthusiastic, “yes!” in response.
What both studios thought would just be some light fun soon turned into a brutal war. After twenty grueling minutes, the two beautiful actresses looked like they were just on a date with a wind turbine. Their hair scattered and clothes torn to shreds. Their movie-star looks were covered with claw marks and bruises. Their bodies weren’t fairing much better. The two stars had reached a stalemate of sorts. With their chests pancaking and hands each enwrapped in the other’s hair, neither woman could seem to make any headway. As they each felt the weight of their bodies on their knees, which dug into the floor, both Margot and Emily were wordlessly looking for an advantage. Their bodies were dueling, yes, but so were their minds. Who was going to be the first to make the crucial mistake? Perhaps the mistake that would cost them the fight, their reputation, and their pride…
Finally, she had found it. An opportunity. With the remaining fumes she was running on, one woman had felt her opponent give just an inch. And that was all that was needed. A squeal released from between a pair of perfect, pillowy lips. One woman’s body gave out to her right side, letting her opponent twist and slam. Shoulders hit the floor. Then a bottom hit the stomach. Soon hands clenched around one woman’s wrists. Arms were spread out wide. A knee jammed between legs. Another squeal.
Margot Robbie was pinned.
The Aussie couldn’t move the Londoner no matter how much she struggled. Even though her body was doused with sweat, there was no sliding out from under Emily. She had her. And as she nailed Margot in the crotch with her knee, the blonde’s body stopped tensing up. There was little that Robbie could do. She had no way to resist. Even as she made pathetic attempts to buck Emily off of her, she knew they were half-hearted. She was exhausted, sapped of all energy. Perhaps if she had noticed Emily favoring her left knee she would be the one on top right now, but alas it wasn’t meant to be. Not on this day. As her side cramped, Margot’s face scrunched up in agony. Another blow to her crotch made her scream.
“Enough!!!” Margot cried. “I’ve had it! You win!”
Emily leaned forward, clutching Margot’s exquisitely chiseled jaw, “You fought quite well, darling. But your big day is now mine.”
With that, Emily shoved her foe’s face to the side and stood up. Planting her foot on Margot’s bare stomach, she yelled to the camera, “Look, it’s ass-kicked Barbie!”
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Hey everyone!
I want to start posting here a bit more often, but in order to do that I'll only be doing one story at a time. So, I want your help in determining which stories you'd like to read most.
I have three options up now in the polls section of the board: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=110681.0 (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=110681.0)
Help me decide what YOU want to read! Also, feel free to drop any ideas into my DMs for fights. I'm always on the lookout for new ones.
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Ariel Winter vs Billie Eilish
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Ariel Winter
5’1” 132lbs 38-28-38 36D 25 y/o
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Billie Eilish
5’3” 126lbs 40-27-37 38C 21 y/o
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Ariel Winter couldn’t see straight. She couldn’t breathe. Her shoulders were pinned against a wall and a fist had just forced its way against her navel. She gasped. With eyes wide and spittle flying out of her mouth, Ariel’s spine bent as her softened bare pink belly engulfed the fist of Billie Eilish. Billie withdrew her fist and used her other hand to grasp the back of Ariel’s head. With a firm grip, she walked, and then ran Ariel over to the other side of the room. Slamming the actress against the wall hard, Billie watched the body of Ariel crumple to the floor.
“Up,” Billie demanded, reaching down for the thin bra strap of Ariel.
If the bra had a voice it would have begged for relief as it dug into the flesh of its owner’s chest and armpits. Ariel, who was now seeing triple instead of double, had her forehead bashed into the wall. She couldn’t stand on her own, but Billie was more than willing to help out in that department. With another grip on her hair, Billie once more slammed Ariel’s head into the wall. This time leaving a nice new dent against the oft-white paint. Once more, Ariel’s body had given up on her as she collapsed to the floor. With only her red bra and a half-torn pinstripe pencil skirt still on, she looked a far cry from the confident, self-assured young woman who walked into a hotel room suite with a plan. A plan to take down Billie Eilish.
“I saw what you did to Watson in the mud,” Billie said. “A shame I didn’t get that Ariel.”
Billie straddled her opponent. She tugged down her top, letting her pale milky white cleavage peek out. Ariel might have been barely conscious, but she knew what was heading her way. Before she could even offer a retort, her face became engulfed by Billie’s sweaty cleavage. Billie spread her legs a bit, putting some more weight on Ariel’s hips. She made sure to really savor this moment. After a brutal defeat at the hands of Nicki Minaj, Billie needed this. She needed to show everyone that she wasn’t going to just go quietly into the night. No. She was Billie Eilish afterall. And if that meant making an example of some bimbo sitcom star, so be it.
She was here to stay. And when she released the passed out Winter from her cleavage, she unhooked the back of her foe’s bra and hung it over her shoulder. Then she whistled “Bad Guy” as she sauntered out of the room, leaving the broken Winter breathless and braless.
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Vote on which stories you want to read next here: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=110888.0 (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=110888.0)
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Fantastic work, Fasteddy! I've always believed that Paris makes for a perfect heel, and that she would probably win fights far more often than lose them. And bonus points to you for having her use her thighs so effectively. Ms. Hilton doesn't seem to get much recognition for sporting a fabulous pair of gams, but there's no denying they'd be lethal weapons in a catfight.
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Couldn't agree more! Paris' legs are incredible, especially her calves. I hope she will feature in more stories in the future.
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Ashley Greene VS Paris Hilton
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Paris pulled Ashley up to her knees by her hair and looked down at her pathetic opponent. "You were way too easy sweety." Paris taunted. Ashley looked up at her opponent in fear, her eyes pleading for mercy. Paris backhanded her hard and let her fall to the floor. Ashley attempted to crawl away but Paris jumped on her back and grabbed her hair with both hands. She began slamming Ashley's face into the mat over and over. Ashley screamed in pain and begged Paris to stop, but Paris was relentless. She flipped Ashley over onto her back and pulled her face up in between her legs. Ashley's back was bent under Paris and she moaned like a beaten animal. Paris used Ashley's hair top pull her face up all the way up so Ashley got a nose and mouthful of Paris' sex organ. She then dropped to the mat using her weight to stun Ashley even more as her body hit the mat with a thud. Paris squeezed her thighs tight cutting off Ashley's air, ash she kicked her legs trying to escape. Paris only laughed and scooted forward grinding her crotch all over Ashley's pretty face. She reached back and yanked hard on Ashley's top, which ripped off with ease leaving her victim topless. She continued to squeeze her thighs tight and grind on Ashley's face until the only movement from Ashley were unconscious convulsions.
Paris giggled and stood up raising her arms in victory. She danced for the crowd showing off her body, loving all the attention. She went over to Ashley's snoozing body and pulled off her spandex shorts and her skimpy blue panties she had on underneath. She went and found Ashley's own cellphone and walked back over to her. She shoved the panties in Ashley's gaping mouth. She then placed her barefoot on Ashley's cheek and took a picture with her phone. She had a fan take a few more pictures while posing like a model over her defeated slut. She then sent all of the pictures to Ashley's boyfriend and told him that she would be over soon to show him what a real woman can do in bed.
Thank you so much for this great domination! I love it when Paris dominates and humiliates any wannabe-rival. Her legs are just fantastic.
I am so hoping for Paris destroying and humiliating the lovely Millie Bobby Brown (whom she follows on Insta, btw). Same goes for Miley Cyrus, my co-number one dominant bad girl. Miley should enslave poor Millie.
(I know that this story has been written in 2015, but I have started started reading this topic recently and from the beginning. So everybody please bear with my very belated comments. On the other hand it might also spark some renewed interest in the older stories here and maybe inspire some gifted writers to write some rematches or other new stories).
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Fantastic work, Fasteddy! I've always believed that Paris makes for a perfect heel, and that she would probably win fights far more often than lose them. And bonus points to you for having her use her thighs so effectively. Ms. Hilton doesn't seem to get much recognition for sporting a fabulous pair of gams, but there's no denying they'd be lethal weapons in a catfight.
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Couldn't agree more! Paris' legs are incredible, especially her calves. I hope she will feature in more stories in the future.
thanks for the love! haha
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Dua Lipa vs Taylor Swift - No Holds Barred Ring Fight
Dua’s head whipped back and forth as Taylor pinned her against the ropes and walloped her with a series of stinging lefts and rights.
“Unghh…Ungh…Ungh…” the brunette grunted as each fresh blow exploded.
The fight so far had been very even but things were starting to spiral out of control. Taylor’s eyes narrowed as she saw an opportunity to put away her rival.
Just then the bell rang, ending the round and perhaps saving Dua from being knocked out.
The brunette stumbled into her corner, whereas Taylor raised her arms in the air prompting the crowd to give her a huge ovation before she marched triumphantly into her corner.
Megan Thee Stallion was in Dua’s corner and splashed her with water, trying to get the brunette to shake the cobwebs.
“Come on girl, you gonna let this skinny little blonde have her way wit chu” Meagan implored her fighter. “You gotta assert yourself and beat that bitch down”.
Meagan wasn’t just offering verbal support though. While massaging Dua she slipped a roll of quarters in one of Dua’s taped fists. Dua accepted the gift with gratitude, knowing she needed an equalizer.
The ring bell struck, signalling the start of the eight round of this taped-fist, no holds barred fight. A weary Dua lifted herself to her feet and marched to the centre of the ring.
The match picked up where it left off with the quicker Taylor catching Dua with a couple more lefts and rights, the sweat flying off the brunette as she caught the punches.
That’s when Taylor got a little too cocky though and got in close to Dua looking for a match-ending upper cut. Instead she got a loaded punch from Dua right on the bottom of her own chin.
Taylor immediately knew something was wrong. She had caught her fair share of shots from Dua over the course of the first eight rounds but this was different. She tried to get her bearings and say something to the ref but, before she could do so, she got tagged again. Her jaw exploded with pain and she turned her back on Dua, walking in pot holes towards her corner.
Like a jackal, Dua pursued her, grabbing a handful of Taylor’s sweaty blonde hair and running her into the corner with a violent impact.
Meanwhile Meagan jumped onto the ring apron, distracting the referee and giving Dua a chance to throw away the roll of quarters. The crowd groaned in protest but it didn’t count unless the ref saw it.
Meanwhile Dua used her hold on Taylor’s hair to slam the blonde’s forehead into the top turnbuckle over and over…seven…eight…nine…ten times in a row. If the loaded punches had not already concussed Taylor, the turnbuckle slams certainly did. Swift sunk to her knees facing the ring post, while Dua wrapped her arms around Taylor’s chest, constricting her in a sitting reverse bear hug.
The blonde moaned in pain as Dua squeezed her ferociously; her strong, sinewed arms preventing Taylor’s lungs from expanding. Dua clung to Taylor like glue, skin on skin, grinding her chin into the side of Taylor’s neck and just squeezing her into oblivion.
Taylor’s eyebrows arched and a look of supreme pain etched itself on her face as she suffered in the bear hug.
Twisting her body, Swift managed to spin herself out of the corner but Dua stuck to her like white on rice and maintained the reverse bear hug while Taylor was flattened onto the canvas, Dua plastered on her back.
“Ask her ref” Dua ordered the official.
“Taylor? Taylor can you hear me? Do you submit” the ref asked.
Swift might very well have submitted at this point but the force of Dua’s grip around her chest prevented her from making any coherent sounds. She could only moan and writhe in pain.
Finally when she had her fill, Dua released Taylor and the blonde immediately curled into a fetal position hugging her bruised ribs.
Any relief Taylor had was short lived though as Dua wrapped her long legs tightly around the blonde’s head, clamping on a figure four head scissors. Dua wiggled until her thighs were pressed unbelievably tightly around Taylor’s long, slender neck, putting maximum pressure on Swift’s carotid artery and blocking the flow of blood to her brain.
“Oh now you’re really fucked blondie,”
Dua crowed victoriously as she saw all the fight drain out of Taylor as her python-like legs strangled her into oblivion.
Pushing herself up into a sit up position, Dua then started slamming Taylor’s head, still wrapped up in the figure four, into the hard mat over and over, further concussing Swift. BAM! BAM! BAM! The canvas shook as Dua rammed Taylor’s forehead into the mat mercilessly.
Dua could easily have pinned the blonde now, Taylor was dazed into the point of obviviousness, drool running out of the corner of her mouth. But Dua wasn’t satisfied yet.
Skip ahead to ten minutes later…
Dua was targeting Taylor’s arms. She had clamped on a hammerlock and was viciously jamming the blonde’s right arm further and further up her back. Taylor was lying face down on the canvas as a kneeling Dua inflicted this torture. The brunette would lessen the pressure on the hammerlock a little, providing a brief reprieve, only to once again jam Taylor’s arm to the breaking point over and over. There was nothing Taylor could do but bite her lip and cry as this torture continued.
Finally Dua got up and just started curb stomping Taylor’s right shoulder repeatedly, her foot repeatedly driving down on Taylor’s slender shoulder. Taylor howled in pain.
Satisfied after a while, Dua grabbed Taylor by a handful of sweaty blonde hair before matching her into the ropes. Wrapping Taylor’s right arm over the ropes, Dua started viciously yanking on it over and over, using the ring rope as a weapon to further brutalize Taylor’s already damaged right arm.
“OK, enough with the right arm, let’s start on the left!” taunted a pitiless Dua Lipa as Taylor moaned in despair.
Ten minutes after…
Taylor is trapped in the ring corner, her arms draped over the bottom ropes. Dua is positioned in front of her, her long deadly legs are once again wrapped around Taylor’s neck. Dua can now look the blonde straight on the face though as she throttles the last life out of her.
“Admit I’m better and I might let you breathe Taylor,” Dua demanded.
An utterly demoralized Taylor gave in right away…”better…you, you’re b-better…I give..please…”
Dua laughed triumphantly, before tightening the vice-like grip of her legs around Taylor’s neck. “You know your problem bitch? You don’t listen. Now say clearly ‘ Dua Lipa is better than Taylor Swift. A better singer. A better dancer. Better looking. And, obviously, a better fighter. Go on. Say it!”
Taylor wasn’t saying anything though. The garrotte around her neck had go on for too long and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.
“Oopsie daisy! Looks like I broke my Barbie!” Dua giggled.
The ref finally, mercifully called the end of the match and Dua reluctantly unwrapped her legs from around Taylor’s throat, letting Swift crumple bonelessly onto the mat.
Her ordeal was far from over though. Grabbing a studded leather dog collar and leash from Meagan, Dua clasped it snugly around the prone Taylor’s neck, before locking it and claiming ownership of her. She then proceeded to use some jump ropes to tie Taylor’s hands behind, then her feet. Swift wouldn’t be going anywhere soon.
Meagan picked up the unconscious blonde and slung her over her shoulder. As they walked up the ramp into the backstage area, Dua trash talked Swift the whole time, promising her the beating she had just given out to the blonde was nothing compared to the sexual domination that awaited her. “I am going to fuck your brains out Tay-Tay. You are going to be a sweaty, broken mess when I am done with you. You’re not even going to remember what day it is or what your name is. You’re going to my plaything for as long as I want,” she proclaimed, slapping Taylor’s ass as they slipped behind the curtains.
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Perfect ending of the sweeting fischel battle. Love these!
Do you mean this one, Femffan22?
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg603675;topicseen#msg603675
How do you find the time to write all of this and teach and fight two divorces at the same time! #justaskin
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Elizabeth Olsen vs Brie Larson
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Occasional co-workers in the MCU, both women had become aware of the photos comparing them. They looked at the results of the Reddit polls and read through the threads. They each explored a few other resources and even asked their closest friends to choose between them. Finally, they agreed to meet privately and settle the debate amongst themselves.
Brie thought for sure her strength training would allow her to woman handle the redhead. Elizabeth was hoping she would be able to use her soft, sensual body to beat the blonde. Standing fully naked in front of each other, they both drank in the nearly identical measurements of the other woman. Brie started as the aggressor, pushing her breasts into the pale pair of the opposition. Seeing Lizzie bite her lip in response, Brie pushed in closer and wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist.
Resting her head of Olsen's shoulder, Brie whispered, "Do you like the feeling of my big, firm tits squashing yours while I squeeze your soft body with my much stronger arms?"
"I do like the feeling of your boobs on mine, Brie, but only because mine stopped them and are starting to engulf your smaller pair."
Brie looked down and realized her pair did look to be losing the battle, only to gasp when she felt her ass cheeks get a playful slap from Liz.
"That's all the fun you get to have for now blondie, I'm going to fuck the bitchiness right out of you."
And that she did. While Brie was stronger, and probably fitter, both women realized fairly quickly that Elizabeth was the much more sensual and sexual woman. She took her time wearing out her fellow MCU hero until she finally decided to finish in a way that left no doubt about the pecking order among the two starlets. With one of Brie's legs over her shoulder, allowing Elizabeth to easily push her clit into the blonde's, she began to slowly roll her hips and bring the two love buds into constant friction.
"Feel that Brie? Do you feel my clit pumping the life out of yours? Do you feel my pussy eating yours alive? How does it feel knowing you can't compete with a real woman sexually?"
The only response she got was the squeals and grunts of her foe beneath her, as they increased in frequency and intensity.
"When this is done, I'm going to break you. You're my bitch all night long. The next time you work with either Chris, Don, or one of the others who got sick of your shit, you're going to be on your best behavior or I'm going to fuck your brains out again and then I'll bring out the toys and ruin you. Got that?"
All she got in response was a nod of the head as Brie's eyes betrayed her potent combination of fear and arousal. Satisfied with the response, Lizzie pumped a few more strokes that pushed Brie over the edge as she screamed through the release as her body finally gave in completely to the dominant redhead above her.
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That story was both beautiful and erotic kudos to you for such a fantastic story telling
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Elizabeth Olsen vs Brie Larson
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Occasional co-workers in the MCU, both women had become aware of the photos comparing them. They looked at the results of the Reddit polls and read through the threads. They each explored a few other resources and even asked their closest friends to choose between them. Finally, they agreed to meet privately and settle the debate amongst themselves.
Brie thought for sure her strength training would allow her to woman handle the redhead. Elizabeth was hoping she would be able to use her soft, sensual body to beat the blonde. Standing fully naked in front of each other, they both drank in the nearly identical measurements of the other woman. Brie started as the aggressor, pushing her breasts into the pale pair of the opposition. Seeing Lizzie bite her lip in response, Brie pushed in closer and wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist.
Resting her head of Olsen's shoulder, Brie whispered, "Do you like the feeling of my big, firm tits squashing yours while I squeeze your soft body with my much stronger arms?"
"I do like the feeling of your boobs on mine, Brie, but only because mine stopped them and are starting to engulf your smaller pair."
Brie looked down and realized her pair did look to be losing the battle, only to gasp when she felt her ass cheeks get a playful slap from Liz.
"That's all the fun you get to have for now blondie, I'm going to fuck the bitchiness right out of you."
And that she did. While Brie was stronger, and probably fitter, both women realized fairly quickly that Elizabeth was the much more sensual and sexual woman. She took her time wearing out her fellow MCU hero until she finally decided to finish in a way that left no doubt about the pecking order among the two starlets. With one of Brie's legs over her shoulder, allowing Elizabeth to easily push her clit into the blonde's, she began to slowly roll her hips and bring the two love buds into constant friction.
"Feel that Brie? Do you feel my clit pumping the life out of yours? Do you feel my pussy eating yours alive? How does it feel knowing you can't compete with a real woman sexually?"
The only response she got was the squeals and grunts of her foe beneath her, as they increased in frequency and intensity.
"When this is done, I'm going to break you. You're my bitch all night long. The next time you work with either Chris, Don, or one of the others who got sick of your shit, you're going to be on your best behavior or I'm going to fuck your brains out again and then I'll bring out the toys and ruin you. Got that?"
All she got in response was a nod of the head as Brie's eyes betrayed her potent combination of fear and arousal. Satisfied with the response, Lizzie pumped a few more strokes that pushed Brie over the edge as she screamed through the release as her body finally gave in completely to the dominant redhead above her.
ugh i was totally team Brie there
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Elizabeth Olsen vs Brie Larson
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Occasional co-workers in the MCU, both women had become aware of the photos comparing them. They looked at the results of the Reddit polls and read through the threads. They each explored a few other resources and even asked their closest friends to choose between them. Finally, they agreed to meet privately and settle the debate amongst themselves.
Brie thought for sure her strength training would allow her to woman handle the redhead. Elizabeth was hoping she would be able to use her soft, sensual body to beat the blonde. Standing fully naked in front of each other, they both drank in the nearly identical measurements of the other woman. Brie started as the aggressor, pushing her breasts into the pale pair of the opposition. Seeing Lizzie bite her lip in response, Brie pushed in closer and wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist.
Resting her head of Olsen's shoulder, Brie whispered, "Do you like the feeling of my big, firm tits squashing yours while I squeeze your soft body with my much stronger arms?"
"I do like the feeling of your boobs on mine, Brie, but only because mine stopped them and are starting to engulf your smaller pair."
Brie looked down and realized her pair did look to be losing the battle, only to gasp when she felt her ass cheeks get a playful slap from Liz.
"That's all the fun you get to have for now blondie, I'm going to fuck the bitchiness right out of you."
And that she did. While Brie was stronger, and probably fitter, both women realized fairly quickly that Elizabeth was the much more sensual and sexual woman. She took her time wearing out her fellow MCU hero until she finally decided to finish in a way that left no doubt about the pecking order among the two starlets. With one of Brie's legs over her shoulder, allowing Elizabeth to easily push her clit into the blonde's, she began to slowly roll her hips and bring the two love buds into constant friction.
"Feel that Brie? Do you feel my clit pumping the life out of yours? Do you feel my pussy eating yours alive? How does it feel knowing you can't compete with a real woman sexually?"
The only response she got was the squeals and grunts of her foe beneath her, as they increased in frequency and intensity.
"When this is done, I'm going to break you. You're my bitch all night long. The next time you work with either Chris, Don, or one of the others who got sick of your shit, you're going to be on your best behavior or I'm going to fuck your brains out again and then I'll bring out the toys and ruin you. Got that?"
All she got in response was a nod of the head as Brie's eyes betrayed her potent combination of fear and arousal. Satisfied with the response, Lizzie pumped a few more strokes that pushed Brie over the edge as she screamed through the release as her body finally gave in completely to the dominant redhead above her.
ugh i was totally team Brie there
So was I!!
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Taylor Swift VS Hayley Williams
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Hayley Williams peaks into Taylor Swift's dressing room hoping to photograph her naked and blackmail her rival. But no one's inside! That's when a hard shove sends Hayley flying onto her couch. "Who let you in creep?" Taylor sneers as she enters and slams the door shut and locks it. "Now what are you up to bitch! I so sick of you running your mouth in the media just because your boyfriend prefers me, even though to me he’s just another weak male servant. He doesn’t want you and its time for me to teach you a lesson there’s no escape now I’m going to beat you senseless”.
Taylor pounces onto the couch, her long toned legs lash around Hayley’s midsection as she crushes Hayley in a bodyscissor. "Scream for me bitch!" Taylor shouts as Hayley squirms and cry’s out, shocked that Taylor would turn this into as physical confrontation. Taylor constricts her thighs ramping up the pressure as Hayley shrieks in pain. Giggling Taylor grabs the back of Hayley’s head and pulls it face first into her soft breasts. "Yeah, that's right! Get in there!" She laughs.
Hayley’s pleas for mercy are lost in Taylor's deep cleavage. "What's that loser? I can't understand you, cry all you want everyone is in the cafeteria they will never hear you cries" Taylor mocks. She bites her lip and moans, getting off on her total domination of the little rock chick. She flexes her thighs, snapping several ribs as Haley starts to suffocate.
Taylor sighs as Hayley's struggles slowly cease. "ahh I think my little victims finished, but I’m not done." She kicks Hayley off the couch then braces herself on cushion as her legs coil around Hayley’s neck, trapping her in a front figure four head scissor Hayley's face squeezed against Taylors panties. Hayley is barely conscious as Taylor’s legs strangles her like pythons suffocating their prey, Hayley’s face turning a deep shade of purple. Hayley can hardly lift her arms as she helplessly paw at her Taylors thighs.
"That's it bitch, your mine now. Just go to sleep and when you wake up, you'll join your boyfriend as my personal servant. Isn't that what you want? To be at my heel twenty-four seven? Maybe I'll even get you a cute little outfit." Taylor giggles as Hayley's eyes roll back and passes out.
Hayley awakens at Taylors house, her ribs bandaged up and with a diamond encrusted shock collar around her neck. Hayley’s now dressed in a pink maids outfit. Taylors in the corner and shouts Hayley to come over, Hayley in terror complies. As she gets closer she sees her boyfriend lying on a sofa with Taylor sat directly on his chest. Taylor smiles worship my feet if you want to save him, Hayley tells her to get stuffed only to be quickly shocked. Taylor turns on one of her songs and repositions herself so she is sitting on his face every time the lyric “shake it off” is mentioned on she grinds her ass on his face. After seeing her ass shake on his face several times and realising she still has feelings for him and cannot see him suffer like this she complies drops to her knees and starts to lick Taylor's feet. Taylor has broken in another two servants.
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Thank you for all the "Finish Her!" scenarios you have given us over the last few years. They are good and stimulate the imagination. Good stuff!
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Eliza Dushku vs Laura Vandervoort
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It had been, in the estimation of all of the elite spectators, the most evenly-fought battle any of them had ever seen. From the very opening moments of the penthouse catfight, Eliza and Laura tore into one another with unabated fury, yet while both seized the upper hand repeatedly throughout the battle, neither could hold it for long. They were simply too evenly matched.
And so this had come down to a battle of endurance, and of the determination to not suffer the ignominy of defeat at the hands of the other. Calling upon their last dregs of power, they waged war on one another in a perfect stalemate.
For the last few minutes they had been a tangle of limbs on the carpeted floor, their taut bodies entangled with the other, the sweat on their flesh glistening as the sounds of their grunts, moans and pants for breath filled the air. Neither seemed to be in command of the other, and the onlookers began to wonder if perhaps a draw should be called.
But then suddenly there came a gurgling sound from one of the beauties, although no one could tell just whom. After ten seconds of this...although it seemed like an eternity...Laura's body trembled and she went limp, her eyes rolling up in their sockets before her lids fluttered shut. As her head fell back, only then could anyone see Eliza's right hand clamped down tight over her opponent's windpipe.
The fight was over, but Dushku knew that victory wasn't yet hers. For the stipulation of this match was that the loser had to be hogtied with her own bikini; failure to do that would result in a No Contest.
Although her arms felt like lead and her fingers trembled as she tried to disrobe the semi-conscious blonde of her halter and panties, Eliza willed herself to do so as fast as she could; she knew that if Vandervoort should revive, the battle would start anew, and the brunette feared she'd be unable to continue.
Finally, Dushku stripped her rival nude, rolled her over onto her stomach, and used the bikini top to first, bind Laura's wrists behind her back, then fold her legs back at the knees so that she could tie her ankles to her wrists. Just as she was finishing, Vandervoort stirred. For several moments she was confused, not certain where she was or what was happening. But then suddenly the light of recognition filled her eyes, and then blazed with fiery hatred. "You bitch!" she rasped as she tugged in futility at her bonds. "This isn't over between us!"
But that was a battle for another day.
Eliza felt too weak to even respond verbally, so she made her statement by grabbing Laura's panties and shoving them in the protesting blonde's mouth to gag her! Only then did the brunette swoon and fall on her back, passing out from exhaustion at last.
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Abigail Ratchford vs. Alexandra Daddario
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Overrated.
Every time that Abigail Ratchford heard the name Alexandra Daddario, all she could think about was how overrated she thought the woman was. It wasn't that she was unattractive, but she was tired of the pedestal that some people had put Daddario on, tired of hearing how amazing she was, and (quite frankly) she was tired of hearing about Daddario's incredible chest. Her tits were decent at best, and the more Ratchford heard about them, the more she wanted to get her hands on them and show Alexandra how sad and overrated she really was, especially in comparison to Ratchford herself.
That had led the two of them to their clash today. A chance run-in on the beach had led to a fight between the two, and now Abigail had Alexandra right where she wanted her. The older woman was trapped, the younger model's legs were wrapped around her waist from behind and Abigail's hands were currently holding her tits. Well, holding was putting it lightly. Abigail was squeezing the smaller jugs of her fellow brunette, kneading them in her grip, practically mauling and crushing them within her hands, and all the while her bigger and heavier breasts shoved up against Alexandra's back. Daddario was screaming, wailing in pain, but no one wanted to interrupt the two women, no one wanted to come to Alexandra's aid, lest they run the risk of being Ratchford's next target.
Alexandra's hands pried at Abigail's wrists. She tried to pull the other woman's hands away from her tits, but Abigail had done a number of her, beating her along the beach and wearing her down until she just didn't have the energy to try and stop Ratchford from dominating her like this, from ravaging her perfect chest.
"Say it. Tell me what I want to hear..."
Abigail's whisper into Alexandra's ear was fierce, causing Daddario to shudder at the words. She squeezed harder, her sharp fingernails cutting through the fabric of Daddario's top to dig into her titflesh.
"SAY IT!"
She didn't want to. She didn't want to give up or give in. But right now, at this moment, Abigail had proved herself the better, and the last thing Alexandra wanted was for Rachford to completely and utterly destroy her chest as the nastier brunette seemed so intent on doing.
"F-FINE! YOU WIN! YOU'RE THE BETTER WOMAN! YOUR CHEST IS BETTER THAN MINE! I'M OVERRATED TRASH COMPARED TO YOU!"
Daddario's screams echoed down the beach, and with the most malicious of grins on her face, Abigail finally relented. She gave Daddario's jugs one last squeeze, her legs tightening around her waist one last time, and then she simply let her go, rising to her feet and turning away from Alex. She didn't need to continue the attack. She didn't need to keep going. She had gotten what she wanted: a verbal confession from Alexandra that Abigail was the better woman, and for now? That was enough to satisfy Abigail.
...for now, anyway.
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Abigail Ratchford vs. Alexandra Daddario
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Overrated.
Every time that Abigail Ratchford heard the name Alexandra Daddario, all she could think about was how overrated she thought the woman was. It wasn't that she was unattractive, but she was tired of the pedestal that some people had put Daddario on, tired of hearing how amazing she was, and (quite frankly) she was tired of hearing about Daddario's incredible chest. Her tits were decent at best, and the more Ratchford heard about them, the more she wanted to get her hands on them and show Alexandra how sad and overrated she really was, especially in comparison to Ratchford herself.
That had led the two of them to their clash today. A chance run-in on the beach had led to a fight between the two, and now Abigail had Alexandra right where she wanted her. The older woman was trapped, the younger model's legs were wrapped around her waist from behind and Abigail's hands were currently holding her tits. Well, holding was putting it lightly. Abigail was squeezing the smaller jugs of her fellow brunette, kneading them in her grip, practically mauling and crushing them within her hands, and all the while her bigger and heavier breasts shoved up against Alexandra's back. Daddario was screaming, wailing in pain, but no one wanted to interrupt the two women, no one wanted to come to Alexandra's aid, lest they run the risk of being Ratchford's next target.
Alexandra's hands pried at Abigail's wrists. She tried to pull the other woman's hands away from her tits, but Abigail had done a number of her, beating her along the beach and wearing her down until she just didn't have the energy to try and stop Ratchford from dominating her like this, from ravaging her perfect chest.
"Say it. Tell me what I want to hear..."
Abigail's whisper into Alexandra's ear was fierce, causing Daddario to shudder at the words. She squeezed harder, her sharp fingernails cutting through the fabric of Daddario's top to dig into her titflesh.
"SAY IT!"
She didn't want to. She didn't want to give up or give in. But right now, at this moment, Abigail had proved herself the better, and the last thing Alexandra wanted was for Rachford to completely and utterly destroy her chest as the nastier brunette seemed so intent on doing.
"F-FINE! YOU WIN! YOU'RE THE BETTER WOMAN! YOUR CHEST IS BETTER THAN MINE! I'M OVERRATED TRASH COMPARED TO YOU!"
Daddario's screams echoed down the beach, and with the most malicious of grins on her face, Abigail finally relented. She gave Daddario's jugs one last squeeze, her legs tightening around her waist one last time, and then she simply let her go, rising to her feet and turning away from Alex. She didn't need to continue the attack. She didn't need to keep going. She had gotten what she wanted: a verbal confession from Alexandra that Abigail was the better woman, and for now? That was enough to satisfy Abigail.
...for now, anyway.
Great story. Alexandra dominated by a larger stronger bigger titted rival is a must.
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Elizabeth Olsen vs Billie Eilish
Elizabeth Olsen
5’6” 123lbs 35-25-34 34C 34 y/o
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Billie Eilish
5’3” 126lbs 40-27-37 38C 21 y/o
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“YAHGURRRAHHHH!!!!” Elizabeth screamed.
The hug had been locked in. Billie’s thick body constricted against Elizabeth’s as the singer’s chest began to claim yet another inferior challenger. Olsen did what she could. With her hands free she pushed up against Billie’s shoulders, then her chin, and eventually even began to yank at her hair. But Eilish wasn’t going to budge. And as she continued to lean on Elizabeth, the singer took immense pleasure in the groans and moans emanating from her victim’s mouth. Elizabeth’s back spasmed. Her spine bent backwards in an awful and sharp position. It felt as if the weight of the world was on her tits as they retreated back into her chest from the unstoppable front of Billie’s massive boobs.
Both women were on their knees, but Billie changed that. She began to stand, lifting Elizabeth with her. Only Lizzie’s body stayed arched, her hands falling to the floor. Her hip pressed up against Billie as the singer continued to lean on her. Elizabeth’s fight was rapidly drained from her. And it was a pity, because she had fought quite well up until Billie’s bearhug. But the younger woman had worn her down. Elizabeth’s clawed face and body would stand as yet another monument to Billie’s rise in the fighting realm.
“Had enough Scarlett Bitch?” Billie mocked.
“FFfuckkkk youuuuu…” Elizabeth moaned.
“Fine by me,” Billie said as she tightened the squeeze even more.
Elizabeth’s eyes bulged. She didn’t realize there was another gear left. Her torture had only just begun. As her eyes began to fill with tears, she could only just barely make out her surroundings. Her chest throbbed. Her head throbbed. Her back throbbed. She couldn’t concentrate. The pain. Oh the damn pain. It was overtaking her, and fast. Soon she couldn’t even remember her name. Why she was there. What she was doing. She couldn’t remember any details. Only the pain. She was no longer Elizabeth Olsen in those final moments of consciousness. No. She was simply a vessel. A vessel of pain and agony. Tears streamed down her cheeks until finally she could no longer take it. Her mind protected her body from anymore harm and decided to rest for a while.
Billie dropped the slack body of Elizabeth Olsen to the floor. Mounting her foe, she pinned her wrists down and spread them far over her head. Billie leaned forward, teasing her breasts against the tear-soaked face of the older woman. When Elizabeth began to stir, she was met with two pale orbs poking out from Billie’s top.
“Welcome back, time to go to sleep again…” Billie giggled.
There was no time to formulate a response, either verbally or physically. Billie planted her chest on Elizabeth’s face, effortlessly covering both face and nose. There was no breathing on the agenda for Elizabeth. Only the sweaty scent of Billie’s flesh as she became inducted into Billie’s smothered club. A club which was rapidly growing and had a lot more room for new members…
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JENNA ORTEGA VS BARBIE FERREIRA
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No one at the party knew what started the fight, the guests just followed two female voices screaming at each other and flocked into a nearby room, just in time to see the two young latinas going at each other with reckless fury
The fight was fierce and, to her credit, Jenna didn't hesitate going toe-to-toe with the larger opponent, but Barbie' size advantage was too much to overcome and soon the "Euphoria" star dominated her smaller opponent ripping her dress and throwing her around like a ragdoll.
Eventually Jenna found herself thrown on the ground, Barbie sat down on her stomach pinning her down and started pinching and pulling her opponent's perky nipples.Jenna let out an ear piercing scream as she grabbed Barbie's wrists trying in vain to make her let go.
"You're so pathetic Ortega" giggled Barbie "Aren't you ashamed of these pimples? I had bigger boobs when I was 9."
"Probably because you were already a fatass" screamed back Jenna.
Barbie's face contorted in a mask of pure rage as she let go Jenna's tits and grabbed her by the hairs and slammed the back of her head against the floor. Fortunately, the thick carpet protected Jenna's head from more serious damage, but the "Wednesday" actress was left stunned by the violent blows she received.
Seeing Jenna almost knocked out, Barbie stood up paraded around while mocking her fallen opponent.
Barbie basked in the crowd reaction as it seemed she enjoyed the boos more thant the cheers, she then put her finger on her lips asking for a moment of silence.
"Who wants to see this little bitch face smothered by my ass?" she yelled once the crowd went silent. And the partygoers (even those who were supporting Jenna) roared their approval.
Barbie proceded to stand over Jenna head, facing her legs and slowly lifted her gown revealing her boutinful asscheeks.Jenna, however, had taken advantage of Barbie's showboating to recover and just as her opponent started lowering, Jenna grabbed her opponent's calf, sinking her teeth into the tender flesh.
With a shriek of pain, Barbie tried to move away, but Jenna was able to mantain her hold, making the bigger girl crash face first to the floor. With her last burst of energy Jenna crawled on Barbie's back and snaked her arms around her opponent neck and head executing an instinctive but almost perfect sleeper hold. Dazzled and confused Barbie wasn't able to stop Jenna and when she finally realized what was happening it was too late. When Barbie finally began trying to break Jenna's grip, she was already on the verge of losing consciousness and after a few seconds of struggling she fainted.
The audience couldn't believe the incredible upset it witnessed and they silently watched as Jenna stood up on wobbly legs. Then, as if an applause sign began to flash, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers and Jenna proudly posed over her defeated opponent.
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Mud Pit: Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Sarah Michelle Gellar
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"I'm sorry, did you say I'll be fighting Sarah Michelle Gellar? That's too bad...I was hoping for a real challenge."
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"I'll be happy to show her that this isn't a luxury spa mud bath she's sighed up for...I'm going to bury her!"
It had proven to be a savage battle as Hewitt and Gellar thrashed wildly in the mud pit...and an exhausting one, as both continually struggled to keep her balance in the slippery ooze.
They had begun their battle clothed only in thongs, but now seemingly every square inch of their alabaster skin was covered with mud. They were facing one another on their knees know, both panting heavily for breath, as they traded forearm smashes to one another's chest.
Suddenly, Jennifer scooped up a handful of mud and pushed it into her opponent's face, grinding it into her eyes. Sarah shrieked and, blinded, began to furiously rub at her eyes with her fingers, trying to regain her vision.
Like a viper, Hewitt slipped around behind Gellar and, grabbing her hair, yanked her rival backward. The startled Sarah let out a sharp yelp as she was swiftly pulled down onto her back in the mud. Then, Jennifer grasped the blonde's arms to pin them down, even as she leaned downward, until her 36Cs enveloped her adversary's face, the mud on their skin helping to form a perfect airtight seal to suffocate Michelle.
Gellar's feet kicked frantically, splashing mud everywhere, but she was unable to break free. She then tried bracing her feet in order to attempt to bridge out of the hold, but her feet kept slipping in the mud, thwarting her efforts. Her movements grew increasingly weaker, until at last she ceased moving altogether. Hewitt had smothered her out, and claimed the victory.
Rising up off of her beaten rival and stepping out of the pit, Jennifer stood under the showerhead, washing all of the mud off of her curvaceous body, while Sarah still lay starfished and motionless in the mud, wallowing in her defeat.
(https://photogallery.indiatimes.com/celebs/celeb-themes/sizzling-100-babes/photo/20048526/Sizzling-100-Babes.jpg)
"Leave her in the pig sty, right where she belongs!"
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Very nicely done. Love these two matched up and that Jennifer walked away with win. Even better was the way she finished Sarah off.
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Jen be on lookout, next time Sarah will walk away with the win :p.
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Scarlett Johansson vs Meagan Good
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Twenty-five minutes earlier, these two women were the very picture of feminine transcendence, their hair perfectly coiffed, their skin flawless. Now, those manes were tangled and damp, and their sweat-soaked skin was marred by scratches and bruises.
They each panted hard for breath as they cautiously circled one another, their narrowed eyes locked together, savage snarls emitting from parted lips. Thus far, their battle had proven to be too evenly-matched for one beauty to take control of the other, and now Scarlett and Meagan were struggling against exhaustion, their lingering aches further draining the remnants of their power. Each knew that if she had any hope of triumphing, she had to overwhelm her adversary now, or else never.
Suddenly, as if on some silent signal only they could discern, they each leapt at one another, their lush bodies slamming together with a wet thud and a burst of perspiration beads from the impact. Growling with jungle cat ferocity, their hands ripped at hair, grasped at limbs, raked nails down flesh as they stumbled around the penthouse battlefield.
Then, Meagan wrapped her hands around her rival's throat, a lethal glint in her eyes as she strangled the blonde. Scarlett's eyes were wide with panic as she struggled for air, her knees buckling as she slowly sank to the floor. A cruel smirk came to Good's lips and she gave a merciless chuckle as she sensed that her victory was mere moments away.
But what the next moment brought to the ebony Amazon wasn't victory, but rather pain...sudden, explosive pain as Johansson slammed a forearm blow up between her tormentor's thighs and into her womanhood. Meagan let loose a piercing yowl and, releasing her chokehold, staggered backward, her hands clutching her now-throbbing mound as she bit her lower lip and tried to hold back tears.
The blonde wanted nothing more than to crawl away and lick her wounds, but she knew she needed to strike how. Forcing herself to rise, she limped over to Meagan and, awkwardly yet effectively, threw her opponent over her shoulders and lifted her up off of the floor. Like an ancient goddess, Scarlett stood there, her skin glistening, as she held her squirming rival in a torture rack, agonizingly twisting Meagan's lush body. Tears filling her eyes, Good screamed until her voice was a hoarse rasp, and then finally she sobbed, "STOP! STOP! I GIVE UP!!!"
With those words, Scarlett released her hold and her adversary slid down her back and crashed in a heap to the carpeted floor. Adding insult to injury, Johansson placed a foot upon her beaten foe's heaving chest to strike her victory pose, as the blonde was handed a glass of champagne to toast her triumph.
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Flashback 1966: Ann Margret vs Yvonne Craig
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As both beauties were renowned for having some of the most powerful (not to mention shapeliest) gams in all of Hollywood's catfighting scene, it came as no surprise that this contest came down to a battle of the legs. Kicks, kneelifts, and scissorholds were unleashed in a hundred splendid ways as both Ann and Yvonne battered one another around the penthouse in this special holiday match.
But few of the elite spectators had ever seen a leg employed quite as it was at this very moment...
Redheaded Ann was pressed back against the wall, held in place by raven-tressed Yvonne's left leg, which she had lifted with a ballerina's prowess, and was now pressing the arch of her foot to her opponent's throat, choking Ann. Yvonne couldn't suppress a small smile as she knew she was not simply beating her rival, but beating her with style. The redhead frantically clutched at her tormentor's ankle, trying in futility to pry the brunette's foot away from her windpipe, the victim's face turning a deep shade of red as she struggled to draw breath. She was losing, she knew it, and she also knew she needed to change this fact very, very quickly.
Yet Yvonne was not the only one who had extensive ballet training, along with all of the accompanying flexibility. Drawing upon the last of her waning strength, Ann threw her left leg out, sweeping it upward, and landing a kick from the ball of her foot flush into her adversary's chin. The startled Yvonne flew backward to the floor, her eyes glazed as she landed with a hard thud, and she lay there panting hard for breath as she struggled to regain her wits.
Ann sank to her knees, greedily gulping in air. Yet although she wanted nothing more than to take time to try and rally her remaining power, she knew she didn't have the time to spare for that. So, ignoring her exhaustion, she crawled closer to her rival, then sat down between her legs. Then, even as Yvonne sat up, the redhead gasped her foe's ankles to hold her legs in place, and began to bicycle kick her own legs, landing a half-a-dozen lightning-fast kicks to Yvonne's face. The brunette sprawled onto her back again, badly dazed.
There were any number of way that Ann could have finished her opponent off, but she went for a signature move: she snared Yvonne's head between her thighs in a Figure Four Headscissors. The merciless pressure caused the brunette's eyes to go wide with panic as her face darkened, whimpers and squeals escaping her lips, her hands frantically slapping and tugging at her rival's legs, but to no avail.
It might well have seemed an eternity for Yvonne, but it was barely one full minute before she was driven unconscious from the squeezing, her body and mind no longer capable of resisting.
And with that, Ann was the winner, and she was officially declared as Santa's Little Helper!
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Lacey Chabert vs. Danielle Fishel
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Lacey's agonized howl pierced the air, accompanied by Danielle's cruel chuckle, as Fishel viciously pinched and twisted her opponent's nipples. The pain was nearly paralyzing for Chabert...nearly, but not quite.
Rallying her fading dregs of strength, Lacey's yell went from a bellow of anguish to a roar of defiance, as she suddenly swung both of her arms up, and smashed her palms against her tormentor's ears. Now it was Dani's turn to yelp in pain as, releasing her hold on her opponent's breasts, she cupped her now throbbing ears and staggered backward.
Pressing her newfound advantage (and doing her best to ignore the lingering pain to her sore nipples), Lacey threw a kick to her rival's belly and doubled Fishel over with a whoosh of expelled breath. The brunette then reached down and wrapper her arms around Dani's waist, braced her feet upon the mansion's carpeted floor, took a deep breath, and with a sharp grunt and an amazing display of raw power, she lifted Fishel up, flipped her over, and hoisted her across her shoulder.
It was an awe-inspiring display of strength, a gloriously violent tableau as Lacey held Danielle over her shoulder, and Fishel shrieked in agony as her spine was harshly bent. Their bodies, soaked with sweat after their long and arduous struggle, were magnificent as they glistened in the light of the room. It must have seemed like hours of torture for Dani, and to her credit she held out longer than most could, but nevertheless, she was gasping, "SHTAAAAAPPP! I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!!!!" after barely thirty seconds of enduring this punishment.
Lacey let her beaten foe collapse in a heap to the floor. A glass of champagne was swiftly proffered to her, as a sash bearing the title BABY NEW YEAR 2024 was placed across her chest, and a diamond-flecked tiara was placed upon her head.
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Flashback 1966: Ann Margret vs Yvonne Craig
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As both beauties were renowned for having some of the most powerful (not to mention shapeliest) gams in all of Hollywood's catfighting scene, it came as no surprise that this contest came down to a battle of the legs. Kicks, kneelifts, and scissorholds were unleashed in a hundred splendid ways as both Ann and Yvonne battered one another around the penthouse in this special holiday match.
But few of the elite spectators had ever seen a leg employed quite as it was at this very moment...
Redheaded Ann was pressed back against the wall, held in place by raven-tressed Yvonne's left leg, which she had lifted with a ballerina's prowess, and was now pressing the arch of her foot to her opponent's throat, choking Ann. Yvonne couldn't suppress a small smile as she knew she was not simply beating her rival, but beating her with style. The redhead frantically clutched at her tormentor's ankle, trying in futility to pry the brunette's foot away from her windpipe, the victim's face turning a deep shade of red as she struggled to draw breath. She was losing, she knew it, and she also knew she needed to change this fact very, very quickly.
Yet Yvonne was not the only one who had extensive ballet training, along with all of the accompanying flexibility. Drawing upon the last of her waning strength, Ann threw her left leg out, sweeping it upward, and landing a kick from the ball of her foot flush into her adversary's chin. The startled Yvonne flew backward to the floor, her eyes glazed as she landed with a hard thud, and she lay there panting hard for breath as she struggled to regain her wits.
Ann sank to her knees, greedily gulping in air. Yet although she wanted nothing more than to take time to try and rally her remaining power, she knew she didn't have the time to spare for that. So, ignoring her exhaustion, she crawled closer to her rival, then sat down between her legs. Then, even as Yvonne sat up, the redhead gasped her foe's ankles to hold her legs in place, and began to bicycle kick her own legs, landing a half-a-dozen lightning-fast kicks to Yvonne's face. The brunette sprawled onto her back again, badly dazed.
There were any number of way that Ann could have finished her opponent off, but she went for a signature move: she snared Yvonne's head between her thighs in a Figure Four Headscissors. The merciless pressure caused the brunette's eyes to go wide with panic as her face darkened, whimpers and squeals escaping her lips, her hands frantically slapping and tugging at her rival's legs, but to no avail.
It might well have seemed an eternity for Yvonne, but it was barely one full minute before she was driven unconscious from the squeezing, her body and mind no longer capable of resisting.
And with that, Ann was the winner, and she was officially declared as Santa's Little Helper!
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Love the matchup, would love it more with Yvonne in her batgirl outfit
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Ariel Winter vs Mallory James Mahoney
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The look on Ariel's face was one of pure anguish, her arms flailing helplessly. Behind her was Mallory, as so often during this match flashing her pearly smile. The blonde's right foot was planted in the small of her opponent's back, while her hands tightly held the straps of the redhead's bikini halter, yanking them as hard as possible. The result saw Winter's chest thrust out, her 32D's now being crushed by the cups of her own bra! The seams of the fabric were starting to pull apart, but the question was whether Ariel...who was gasping for air as her own breasts were pressed against her lungs...could hold on long enough for that to happen.
Thoroughly enjoying this moment, Mallory began to say in her lilting Texas drawl, "We must...we must...we must increase the bust!"
At just that moment, the fabric of Winter's top could take the strain no longer, and it tore loose. Suddenly no longer held in place by the makeshift harness, Ariel found herself clumsily racing forward, until she smashed into the wall she was facing, her already abused breasts taking the impact.
Badly dazed, the redhead gave a long, pained groan and stumbled backward, eyes glazed and dull. Mallory prowled around her like a jungle cat, until suddenly she leapt up onto her prey's back, wrapping her legs around Ariel's waist and drawing her arm across her adversary's throat for a rear naked choke.
Winter reeled around the penthouse room, growling like a wounded lioness. Struggling for the breath to speak, she managed to rasp out, "Fucking...hate...you...bitch!" In reply, Mahoney chuckled and in her sweetest country tones said, "Why, bless your heart. Sounds like you still have a bit of sass on your tongue, darlin'. So sad there's none left in your body." Her words coincided with Ariel sinking to her knees, her face going from red to purple as her eyelids fluttered. Within moments, she was rendered unconscious, and left face first on the carpeted floor.
Rather than immediately claim her victory, the Mallory stood up, and very nearly skipping with glee, then went over to the fireplace mantle where, when she first entered the room, she had placed a small designer clutch purse. Retrieving it now, she returned to the slumbering form of her rival and knelt down next to her. Opening the purse, she took out a small cylindrical item; pulling off its cap, she then wrote upon the left buttock of Ariel, in flowery cursive letters:
MJM
Some among the elite spectators recognized the object as a laundry market, whose indelible ink would not wash off of Winter's skin for several weeks. All realized what the had just witnessed...the triumphant Mallory, in true Texas style, has just branded her fallen rival as a cowgirl would a heifer!
Continuing the rodeo theme, the blonde now took a six foot long length of silk scarf, and swiftly and deftly, bound the insensate redhead's wrists and ankles behind her, hogtying Winter and rendering her utterly helpless. Only then did the bubbly blonde rise up and bask in the cheers of the spectators.
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More like this, please.
Having already removed the halter top from her dazed arch-nemesis, Kristen took delight in peeling Emma's bikini panties down her legs before pulling them off, leaving the embattled Brit stark naked. Stewart then rolled her opponent over onto her belly, while the American then stood up. Stepping her feet behind her foe's knees while bending her lower legs back to hook Watson's feet around Kristen's shins, Stewart then bent down to grab Emma's wrists.
Next, throwing herself backward to the floor, Stewart hoists Watson's body up into the air, holding it aloft in a Romero Ceiling Hold, offering up the nude beauty as an offering to the wrestling gods. The pressure of her own full weight courses like lightning through the English girl's knees and shoulders, jolting her out of her stupor. She commanded herself not to submit, but that vow was broken within instants, as the pain drove Watson to shriek out her submission.
Unfortunately for her, the malevolent Kristen chose to ignore it, and she kept Emma up in the hold, until at last the pain drove the proud English lass to pass out, tears streaking down her face. With a cold, heartless laugh, Stewart threw her beaten rival to the floor and rose up to accept the acclaim of the spectators.
Miley Cyrus vs Emma Watson
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If Emma thought that she could rebound from her recent defeat at the hands of Kristen Stewart by beating the formidable Miley, she swiftly learned that she has made a grievous mistake. The American quickly came to dominate the apartment catfight through her brawling style, which ignored all rules of fair play and decorum.
After playing with her prey for what...to Emma...seemed like forever, Cyrus finally drove the Brit into unconsciousness with a Figure Four Headscissors. But the American wasn't quit finished with her adversary just yet....
As Emma finally came out of her stupor, she realized in her fog-addled brain that something wasn't...quite...right. Miley had pulled Watson up to her knees, and she realized that when she tried to lift a hand to her aching head, she couldn't raise her arm...either of them. Indeed, there were shackles on her wrists, with slender silver chains attached to a leather belt around her waist, and only allowed her to pull her arms away from her body by a few inches. She had been stripped naked as well. It took her a few moments more to realize that there was something in her mouth: a ball gag.
She frantically looked from side to side, eyes wide with confusion and fear, but did not see her oppressor. That's because Miley was standing directly behind her, having brought forth the next item from the leather bag she brought with her to the match. It was a leather blindfold mask, which Cyrus slipped around Watson's head, covering her eyes. The startled English lass gave a whining squeal of distress, but was still too exhausted to do anything more than remain there on her knees.
Blinded and bound, she had no idea what was next to come. That question was answered soon enough: Pain.
Miley snapped the two chrome clamps onto Emma's nipples, sending an electric jolt of agony from her pert breasts through her entire torso. Still on her knees, she whined and wimpered while trying to squirm free, but Cyrus held a tight handful of Watson's hair, keeping her from crawling away on her knees. She forced Emma to bend forward until the side of her face pressed to the carpeted floor; still on her knees, her bare rear end hovered up in the air, making it the perfect target.
A heartbeat later, the Brit felt the sting of the paddle on her behind, as it smacked down with a steady drumbeat of blows. It had been custom made, with two letters embossed in reverse on it; with each slap, it 'branded' Watson's derriere with an 'M' and a 'C', establishing ownership.
When Miley was finally done, Emma melted into a sobbing puddle on the floor, crushed in body and spirit.
FLASHBACK 2003: Anna Kourniknova vs Shannon Elizabeth
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It had been billed as the 'Battle of the Superpowers', and fittingly enough held in neutral Geneva, Switzerland. Both were garbed in red, white and blue...Shannon in stars and stripes for the U.S. flag, Anna in the colors of Russia.
Perhaps feeling cocky that America had won the Cold War, Shannon underestimated the challenge her blonde opponent would pose. That proved to be a fatal error. Kournikova attacked her American rival without mercy, in particular doing devastating damage with repeated kicks and punches to 'Old Glory'...the star spangled triangle of bikini bottoms covering Shannon's groin. The Russian beauty took a special delight in making her rival cry out in agony, making the brunette little more than a rag doll to be twisted and slammed to the floor at the blonde's leisure.
Finally, using Shannon's own halter top, Anna wrapped the fabric around the American's throat and strangled her until Shannon was left barely conscious. Kournikova then stripped her helpless adversary of her bottoms, claiming Shannon's "flag" as her trophy. But having driven her opponent to defeat, the blonde was now intent on humiliating her as well.
Dragging Shannon's body over to a wingback leather chair, Anna laid the barely conscious American on her back on the floor before the chair. Kournikova then settled down on the chair, as a Queen takes her throne, and she crossed her legs, placing her right foot down upon Shannon's face, using it as her footrest! The American could do little more than to lay there and endure the humiliation, moaning softly as tears trickled down her cheeks.
FLASHBACK 1945: Betty Grable vs June Haver
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Although June was a rising star in the Hollywood catfighting scene, the betting odds were on the more experience Betty claiming the victory on this night. Of course, the odds-makers didn't take into account the fact that Haver...nearly obsessed with the desire of toppling Grable from the throne as the top fighter in Hollywood...would do anything and everything to win.
She saw her opportunity in the opening moments of the match. Betty, far too confident of herself and dismissive of her opponent, was more interested in preening and posing for the high-powered studio executives who were in the audience of onlookers, and wasn't even bothering to pay attention to her opponent. The men were enraptured at the sight of Grable's sculpted legs, widely hailed as the greatest gams in all of moviedom. But June proved she had a pair of stems well worth paying attention to as well, as her right leg lashed out, and she slammed a brutal kick up between Betty's thighs.
Grable let out a shriek that melted into a pained moan as she sank to her knees. And from that point on, the match was entirely in June's favor. She focused much of her attack on her adversary's fabled legs, twisting, yanking and stomping them relentlessly, until they were so battered, Grable was unable to stand on them. With her primary weapons eliminated, Betty was easy prey. And adding insult to injury, Haver now began to torment her opponent with various head and body scissors, taunting the hapless Grable with, "Who has the better legs now, hmmmm?"
Finally, crushing Betty from behind with a bodyscissors, June began to lean back and lift Grable's seated body up into the air...and would then bring it down hard with a Keister Bump, the impact reverberating through Betty's rear end and sending electric currents of pain from her tail bone up through her spine. After several of these, Grable...her body soaked with sweat, her eyes glazed and vacant, her head lolling from side to side...was as limp as a ragdoll. June released her, stood up, and place a foot between Betty's breasts, and asked one of the leading actors in Hollywood to make the count...and to make it a full ten. Grable simply lay there, her body quivering involuntarily, as she was counted out.
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Sophia Bush vs Hailee Steinfeld
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"Go on bitch. Kick me now."
Sophia Bush snarled before slamming Hailee Steinfeld's leg against the corner post.
Sophia was outside the ring by the corner, on her feet. Hailee was inside the ring by the same corner, on her back. Sophia tugged on that long leg and crashed Hailee's knee into the pole again. Hailee screamed.
"Aaaaghhhh!! Let go you bitch! I'll kick your old hag face in!"
Sophia ignored that. Well, verbally, anyway. She had endured Hailee's trash talk all night. All week, in fact. The entire lead-up to the fight had involved Hailee telling everyone how Sophia was too old to cause her any problems. How she was ready for the retirement home - and Hailee was going to send her there.
Sophia grabbed both of Hailee's shins and slammed both legs simultaneously into the pole. That was Hailee's loudest scream yet.
Sophia, rather athletically, hopped up onto the apron, then proceeded to scale the corner post. Hailee's eyes bulged wide. She frantically tried to scoot backwards on her little ass. "No... no!" Hailee wanted to get out of the way.
Sophia landed ass first right on Hailee's flat stomach. Hailee's mouth opened wide as all of her breath escaped her. Sophia leaned forward and slapped her pretty cheek so hard the crisp smack echoed throughout the arena. The crowd was shocked silent. The betting favorite wasn't looking great.
Four crisp slaps later and Hailee's left cheek was bright red. She was groaning. She was motionless under Sophia. Wheezing. Eyelids fluttering.
"Pffft. Pathetic. Maybe you should consider early retirement instead. Huh, bitch?" Sophia slapped Hailee's other cheek. The 14-year-younger actress whimpered, then groaned.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Hailee softly wheezed.
Sophia smirked. "You will be!"
Sophia scooted up. Her plump ass completely covered Hailee's cute, tired face. Sophi sat there for half a minute while Hailee thrashed and struggled. And then Hailee went still.
Sophia scooted back to rest her ass on Hailee's belly again. She grinned down at Hailee's slumbering face. "That ought to teach the slut to respect her elders," Sophia laughed.
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Sydney Sweeney vs Scarlett Johansson
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It wasn't billed as a titfight. But you wouldn't know that now.
Scarlett Johansson squealed as Sydney Sweeney's mammoth pair crashed against her a fourth straight time in the corner. Scarlett's back was flat against the turnbuckle and she had nowhere to go. Nor did her poor breasts. The impact was so heavy that Scarlett's bra actually snapped. It fell to the ground and her visibly bruised breasts followed. They barely had time to jiggle and set in place before Sydney's chest slapped into them again.
"Nooooo!!!" Scarlett wailed now. Trembling hands tried to cup those massacred mammaries. Her legs gave and she dropped onto her ass in the corner, tits bouncing again.
Sydney looked down with a smirk and laughed. "We all know whose are better now. Don't we ScarHO?"
Scarlett growled. Or at least tried too. Mid-growl it turned into a whimper and she pitched forward, cradling her limp orbs.
Sydney dragged Scarlett by her ankles out of the corner and into the middle of the mat on her back. Scarlett looked frightened as she watched Sydney set up. Syd stood at Scarlett's feet. Arms out wide. "Sorry, hun..."
Syd didn't look that sorry. Her pretty lips curled slightly into a proud smirk. She dropped straight forward. Her now much more impressive looking breasts hit Scarlett's hard. The bruised pair mushroomed out and Scarlett screamed. Fans of the older actress looked away.
Scarlett was shaking. Distraught. She could feel the damage to her once proud breasts. Sydney wriggled up the teary-cheeked older actress and her huge breasts pushed against Scarlett's lips. "Kiss them and admit it." Sydney demanded.
Scarlett fans were leaving the arena now, unable to bear the sight of their babe pursing her lips and smooching Sydney's breasts, then admitting they were so much better than her own.
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I'm on a roll! (Let me know if you have anyone you wanna see in one of these. If your favorite is obscure, even better! As someone whose favorite never gets written about... I got you.)
Chloe Moretz vs Selena Gomez
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"Shortass bitch!" Selena Gomez shouted at her downed opponent.
To be fair, Selena did have half an inch on Chloe Moretz. The crowd found the amusing side though. Chloe didn't. She leapt to her feet and slammed both palms into Selena's chest, compressing those big orbs and sending her stumbling backwards.
"Fatass bitch!" Chloe retorted.
Chloe was about to get another word out, but she wasn't paying enough attention to Selena's fists. One snapped right under Chloe's chin. It rocked her.
Chloe staggered, eyes blinking. Arms flailing slightly for balance. Then Selena followed up. Her right fist crashed across Chloe's jaw. The diminuitive actress stumbled all the way to the ropes and leaned heavily against them.
Selena had a little fun. She was grinning as Chloe tried to steady herself using the ropes. Those ropes were taking most of her weight. As Chloe leaned, Selena nonchalantly shoved the top rope from a few meters away. The rope swung outwards and Chloe slipped. She yelped in surprise as she fell straight through the ropes. But somehow, as the ropes swung back together, they caught her. Chloe was suspended in the ropes, her front half dangling over the apron and her lower half wiggling over the canvas. Her ass up in the air was too enticing an invitation.
Selena stepped over and *SMACK*! Whacked Chloe's ass with her open palm. Chloe wriggled in the ropes. Selena spanked her again. And again. Chloe bounced in the ropes with each smack. Then, one extra heavy thwack sent Chloe careening out of the ropes and tumbling out of the ring.
Chloe laid on her back on the floor. Selena leaped over the ropes and straight down onto Chloe's tummy feet first. "GAHHHHH!!" Chloe's eyes went wider than ever.
"Haven't heard you talk shit in a while, midget." Selena scoffed at her floundering, barely shorter opponent.
Selena dragged Chloe up by her hair and leaned her back against the ringside. Chloe kind of swayed, looking woozy. The ring the only thing keeping her standing.
Selena really leaned into this one. She dragged her whole right arm back, her eyes laser focused on Chloe's dazed face. Then she lunged forwards. Her fist blasted through Chloe's face.
The crowd collectively winced at the sound of knuckle on face. Chloe's yes crossed, then went blank. She rocked back, then forward. And fell face first at Selena's feet.
Selena threw her hands in the air, a massive grin on her face, as the crowd burst into raucous cheers. She stood over a completely unmoving Chloe Moretz. Chloe's body didn't even twitch. She was out like a light. And Selena was soaking it all in.
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Danielle Herrington vs Camille Kostek
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“Hey!! Stop!” Camille Kostek shrieked in surprise as she felt fingers tug at her bikini top string.
Danielle Herrington wore a wicked grin. And she didn’t stop. She pulled swiftly on that string. And the crowd erupted as fabric fell away from Camille’s 34Cs and she bared all. They loved the sight. Danielle seemed to be enjoying it herself.
“Wowee, way to go, Cami, those are nice!” Danielle giggled as she took a moment to enjoy Camille’s freaking out. Camille didn’t seem to know what to do other than panic. She cupped her boobs, figuring what she *should* do is keep some form of modesty. But this made things easy for Danielle. The other bikini clad model moved body-to-body and wrapped her arms around Camille’s torso. Camille’s eyes went wide. And then she was picked up and flung in some kind of belly-to-belly suplex.
There was a loud “Oooffff!” from Camille as she landed hard on her back beneath Danielle. Her bare chest tried to heave with deep breaths, but met some resistance as Danielle’s pair bore down on them. For a moment it looked like they may share a kiss. Those two gorgeous model bodies laying together. Someone in the crowd even called for it. Danielle sadly wasn’t interested.
“Your time’s up, Cami.” Danielle hissed. She pulled Camille up with her as she got back to her feet. Then showed further athleticism as she slung one of Camille’s arms over her shoulder, and lifted her into another suplex, keeping Camille suspended in the air above her a moment, before falling backwards and slamming Camille’s back again into the canvas. Camille bounced off the mat, her limbs flailing, breasts flying.
Danielle wasted no time climbing to the top of the turnbuckle. She was going to end this Sports Illustrated special bikini match right now.
Camille stirred slightly, eyes flickering. She was on her back. And Danielle was now on the top rope. Camille’s eyes never fully opened until Danielle’s full weight splashed down on top of her perpendicularly. The crowd was deafening as Camille’s eyes shot wide and her senses all came to. She felt her leg lifted as Danielle stayed laying across her.
“1….!!”
The crowd was louder than the ref.
“2…!!”
Way louder. Though Danielle only heard the referee.
“3!!!!”
Tears burst from Camille’s tired eyes. Danielle leapt to her feet and straight up that turnbuckle again, arms in the air, soaking in the roars of the adoring crowd. She had done it. She was SI’s best. At least today.
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Wonderful stories, Jimi! Your writing style and apparent interests definitely hit me the right way. I love a good, just pure titfight story, hehe. Keep it up, friend!
Sydney Sweeney vs Scarlett Johansson
I also wouldn't mind seeing Kat Dennings try to avenge for fellow MCU mate. ;)
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Great writing like always Jimi.
I would like to see Anne Hathaway or Jennifer Aniston in matches.
Also do you do retro fights? I have quite a few favorites that would be great in matches.
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I also wouldn't mind seeing Kat Dennings try to avenge for fellow MCU mate. ;)
Kat Dennings vs Sydney Sweeney
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Now this one was billed as a titfight. Kat Dennings had specifically requested it after seeing her buddy ScarJo get her beautiful bust absolutely mashed. And Sydney Sweeney accepted. What was better than humbling one uber-famous pair of MCU tatas? Well, humbling two pairs, of course!
But could she do it? Could Sydney establish herself as one of the most dangerous pairs out there? You bet your ripe melons she could.
Kat was squealing. The grunting and moaning had come earlier. Then yelping. Now she was in a full-blown panic and genuinely squealing at the pressure being applied to her big, but very softened jugs.
Sydney’s arms flexed tighter and tighter as she poured on the pressure in her bear hug. She was grinning right in Kat’s face as their breasts mushroomed together. Kat wanted to escape so badly. She couldn’t comprehend the number Syd’s tits were doing on hers. She was so confident prior to the start of the match. She would make Sydney apologize for what she did to Scarlett. She would make Sydney admit her tits were overrated. Next minute…
Kat screamed as she felt something go in her left breast. She didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t feel good. The roar of the crowd suggested it was visibly obvious too. Then she heard Syd’s voice. “Is that supposed to be all the way down there, Kitty Kat?” Kat was going red. She squirmed and yelled. But she was trapped. The younger star was too strong. Stronger than she looked. And then Kat felt her other breast go. That damn crowd piped up again.
“Kat?? You’re just a big PUSSY!” Sydney laughed, cockier by the minute.
She shoved Kat away. Kat felt relief. For a moment. Then she looked down and screamed. Those weren’t her tits. Surely not.
Teary, panicked eyes rose to meet Syd’s, and Sydney smirked cruelly. She charged at Kat. Kat was frozen. Syd’s jugs SLAMMED against Kat’s broken pair. Kat flew off of her feet and bounced so hard on her back that her flopping tits smacked her in her own face.
Syd stood at Kat’s feet. The same position she took when finishing Scarlett. Arms out wide. The crowd popped. Sydney was ready to finish her second Marvel-lous pair.
Once more, Sydney’s lips curled into a proud smirk. She dropped straight forward. Her currently much more impressive looking breasts hit Kat’s as hard as they had hit Scarlett’s. Kat’s mashed pair mushroomed out, visible bruising already on the flesh draping over her ribs. MCU fans looked away.
Just as Scarlett had done, Kat was now shaking, distraught, and conscious of the damage to her once proud breasts. Sydney kept to her own script, wriggled her way up the bawling brunette, and pressed her huge breasts against Kat’s lips. “Your turn, Kat. Kiss them and admit it.” Sydney made her demands.
Kat did so. Gently kissing Sydney’s breasts as she cried. Marvel fans had left by the time Kat verbally admitted that Sydney was better than anyone in the MCU.
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Booo. Kat should have crushed her.
Time for the MCU's real tit-queen, Hayley Atwell, to come in and put Sydney in her place.
(That's one almost tempting enough for me to want to write it...)
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Booo. Kat should have crushed her.
Time for the MCU's real tit-queen, Hayley Atwell, to come in and put Sydney in her place.
(That's one almost tempting enough for me to want to write it...)
Kat had no chance hehe
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Taylor Swift vs Kendall Jenner
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Revenge.
It wasn’t just a Taylor Swift song. It was a Taylor Swift mentality. It was her current goal. It was this year’s bucket list item. And it was off to a ripping start.
Kendall Jenner was first in her sights and Kendall’s screaming was music to her ears. It sounded so good. Might be a song in it, too.
Kendall’s key asset was her legs. Those long, sexy legs. Well, Taylor had a pair of her own. Thicker, really. How ironic, Taylor using a little thickness to take down one of the Kardashian clan. She found the humor in it, and she giggled as she watched Kendall’s pretty face contort in pain.
Both pairs of legs were wrapped around their adversary’s midsection. Both pairs of legs squeezed. But one pair seemed to be a lot stronger.
Kendall yelped as she felt Taylor’s thighs crush her innards. Taylor couldn’t help but get lippy. She was enjoying herself. “Come on Kendall. Your legs are all you have. Are you telling me they’re pathetic too? Gee, must run in the family.”
Kendall’s sisters were all watching. Seething. They genuinely thought Kendall’s legs would punish Taylor. And there they were, watching their sister get crushed. By their number one enemy.
The pressure mounted in Kendall’s midsection. Her legs started to slide against Taylor’s belly, growing weaker and weaker. Kendall was tired. The older woman had outlasted her. How embarrassing.
“I… can’t…” Kendall gasped, exhausted. Taylor smirked. “You don’t have to. Just give up, dear. Before my BETTER legs snap your poor weak Kardashislut ribs.”
A tear ran down Kendall’s cheek and she nodded. “I give… I give!”
Taylor was here for revenge, not just a win. She gave a hard squeeze even after the submission. Kendall squealed. Her legs kicked. Completely free of Taylor’s thicker midriff. Taylor caught both ankles. Immobilising Kendall.
“Shhh… shhh… it’s okay Kendall, it’s nap time honey.”
Taylor kept her legs squeezed around Kendall… until Kendall passed out.
Taylor stayed there, grinning into the camera. The challenge was deliberate. She wanted revenge. On every last one of them. “So… which one of you sluts is next?”
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2019: Famke Janssen VS Sophie Turner
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“It must be difficult – seeing somebody younger in the role while you’re forgotten about.” That was all Sophie had said to Famke at the X-Men: Dark Phoenix premiere. Perhaps it had been a little bitchy but she surely had nothing to fear from a woman in her 50s. How was she to know that the Dutchwoman would resort to physicality so readily?
Sophie now stood pushed up against the wall, Famke’s forearm across her throat.
“Apologise. Now,” commanded Famke, her brown eyes shining menacingly. She seldom got involved in such scraps these days and part of her had truly missed them. “This is your last chance.”
“Get off me, you old bitch!” came the reply. Sophie was no shrinking violet. She pushed Famke hard, creating separation between them and reached up to deliver a hard slap to the taller woman’s face.
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with, old woman,” smirked Sophie as she grabbed a hold of Famke’s hair and pulled. She dragged Famke round by the hair, swapping their positions so it was now the Dutchwoman who was against the wall. “It’s time you learned that times have changed, dear.”
Sophie’s hand shot out to deliver another stinging slap to her opponent but was shocked by the speed at which Famke’s hand flew out to block the blow. Not only that, Famke had grabbed her wrist, twisted it behind her back in a hammerlock and pushed her face first into the wall before Sophie even had time to process what was happening.
“Oooo, a feisty one,” said Famke with a predatory grin as she took Sophie’s head back by the blonde hair and drilled her pretty face straight into the wall.
Such brutality drew a timid cry from Sophie, her hands reaching instinctively for her face as Famke let her crumple to the ground. So preoccupied was Sophie with checking if her nose was broken that she didn’t even realise that the belt had been torn from her dress until she felt it constricting around her throat.
Famke used the younger woman’s thick black belt to yank and drag her around the room by the neck, laughing as the Englishwoman struggled to regain her breath. This went on for about a minute until Famke grew bored of it, Sophie’s fight obviously extinguished anyway. Famke released her rival and stood over her, her size 12 foot hovering menacingly over the younger woman’s face.
“Apologise this time or I really will break your nose,” said Famke matter-of-factly.
The noise that escaped Sophie’s mouth was nothing more than indiscernible mumbling.
“Speak up!” commanded Famke.
“Please,” Sophie whimpered. “I…I’m sorry, I…”
“But it’s too late, isn’t it?” cooed Famke. “You already missed your final chance, didn’t you?” She raised her foot dangerously.
“No!” cried Sophie. “Please, I’ll do anything….Just don’t hurt me anymore.”
Famke grinned at such absolute submission. “You see these legs? They’re long, aren’t they? How long would you say?”
Sophie looked confused and didn’t know what to say. “Er, about 40 inches,” she said hurriedly, not wanting to keep the victor waiting.
“Well if you can kiss the full 40 inches of each of my legs then maybe I’ll forgive you for your… indiscretions.”
Sophie’s mouth fell open. She looked up at Famke as if checking to see that she had correctly understood her orders.
“Of course, if you don’t want to…” began Famke threateningly.
“No, no! I’ll do it. I’ll do it!” came the panicked reply.
With that, Sophie began to kiss the shin of Famke’s left leg. She slowly worked her way up, making certain that the dominant Dutchwoman couldn’t claim she’d missed an inch. As she reached the knee, she heard a satisfied sigh escape Famke’s lips but she dared not look up, she dared not stop. She continued past the knee, her soft lips now caressing Famke’s thigh. On and on she went, up the seemingly never-ending legs until at last she reached the top.
“And the other one,” said Famke curtly as she shoved Sophie back down again.
Sophie had come to this premiere to celebrate what she hoped would be the biggest success of her career but as she slumped to the floor, she couldn’t help but realise it had become her biggest disgrace. With no alternative on offer, she swallowed her pride once again and began to worship Famke’s right leg.
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2019: Famke Janssen VS Lena Headey
Lena had always viewed herself as a kind of mentor figure to the younger women who worked alongside her on Game of Thrones. So it was with utter shock and sheer rage that she reacted when Sophie Turner told her how Famke Janssen had defeated and humiliated her. This was an insult that couldn’t be allowed to stand and Famke was going to pay dearly for her cruelty.
At least, that was what Lena thought when she pushed her way into Famke’s apartment mere days after the Dutchwoman’s earlier altercation with Sophie. Now, five minutes after she had barged in uninvited, Lena wasn’t so sure of herself.
“You dare come into my own home and threaten me?” snarled Famke, clearly enraged by Lena’s temerity. Her fist connected with Lena’s gut, doubling her over. “That brat got nothing more than she deserved, and now you will suffer the same fate.” She flung Lena to the floor, her back landing hard.
But Lena had come prepared for a fight and bounced back up with a scowl. “You really don’t want to play rough with me,” she said, her voice dripping with menace. “This is where you learn what happens to bullies.”
Lena approached Famke and swung a hard right hand. Her fist connected with Famke’s jaw with a satisfying thud. No sooner had a smug grin began to spread on Lena’s face than it was wiped off. Famke had taken what Lena thought was a mighty blow indeed and seemed completely unfazed by it, her eyes boring into Lena with still more anger than before.
“Pathetic,” said Famke as she shrugged off Lena’s strike. Next, Famke leapt on her opponent like a wild thing. Her whole body was off the ground as she crashed into Lena and knocked her straight to the floor with Famke landing on top of her with a clatter.
“Let’s see if the old legs still have the magic in them,” Famke mused more to herself than anyone else. The wind had been completely knocked out of Lena and she offered only token resistance as Famke adjusted their respective positions, wrapping her incredible, long legs around the torso of the intruder.
Famke squeezed and squeezed, as poor Lena was completely unable to dislodge herself from between the powerful legs. As Lena gasped and groaned in vain, a wicked grin crossed Famke’s lips, obviously pleased that her legs still did indeed have the magic in them.
“Uh…uh..please… Let me go…please,” groaned a panic-stricken Lena.
“You’re done already?” scoffed Famke. “Even little Sophie was tougher than you, you self-righteous hag.” Her bodyscissors hold had always been deadly but even Famke herself was shocked and disgusted by how little Lena had been able to withstand.
Famke rose, leaving the once-fierce Lena trembling and clutching her sides on the floor. Just then, a message came in on Lena’s phone as it sat on the table. It was Sophie. Famke picked up the device and read: “How did it go?” Sophie was asking, clearly having been informed that Lena was going to confront Famke today.
Famke walked back over to Lena’s defeated form and placed a foot on her throat. She took the phone and snapped a photo that she quickly sent to Sophie. Poor Sophie was distraught to open her messages and see an image of Famke’s long leg leading down to her foot which held Lena of all people down to the ground. Sophie considered Lena the strongest woman she knew and she was completely unprepared to see her friend’s face red, tear-streaked and dishevelled – completely defeated.
“We wouldn’t want to lie to dear Sophie, would we?” said Famke playfully. “She deserves to see just how pathetic you are.”
Lena tried weakly to rise at this but Famke’s foot thrust her right back down to the ground with minimal effort.
“Get on your hands and knees and crawl out of my home,” commanded Famke.
The fight beaten out of her, Lena wordlessly obeyed. She crawled slowly towards the front door, with Famke occasionally kicking her ass to hurry her along.
As they reached the door, Famke opened it. She reached down and with surprising strength picked Lena up with one hand on the waistband of her jeans and the other roughly grabbing her shirt.
“Don’t ever show your ugly face here again,” she warned her before tossing her over the threshold like a garbage bag and slamming the door behind her. Lena didn’t need to be told. She had no intention of ever coming face to face with this woman again.
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Avril Lavigne VS Nicole Scherzinger
There was no pent up frustration or long running rivalry between these two, in fact they barely knew each other. They met in a waiting room of all places, each of them there for a shoot with the same photographer. They each took an instant dislike to the other and before they knew it they were locked in combat.
“Come on, munchkin,” taunted Nicole as she delivered a powerful knee to the midriff of the petite Canadian. “I always knew the whole punk rock thing was an act but this is pathetic.” With Avril now doubled over, Nicole lifted a flexible leg up and slammed it down on the back of her adversary, bringing to her knees with a squeal.
With her left hand, Nicole roughly grabbed a hold of Avril’s hair. “Aw, you’re so cute when you’re getting your ass kicked,” she cooed.
But the pop punk princess’ spirit wasn’t extinguished yet. “Get your hands off me, you tramp,” she said with a glare. She threw a fist that connected with Nicole’s stomach but this only succeeded in irritating her enemy.
“You bad little thing,” laughed Nicole without a hint of concern over Avril’s apparent resistance to her. Without further ado, Nicole slapped Avril harshly across the face with her right hand and wrapped the Canadian’s hair still more firmly around her left.
“Let’s beat that spunk out of you, shall we?” whispered Nicole as she leaned in.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
Nicole rained down stinging blows to the exposed top of the chest and stomach of the Canadian. “Ooo! That pale skin marks up so well!” cried the overexcited American, amused both by the red handprints now forming on Avril’s skin and the plaintive cries of her captive.
“Let go of me!” screamed Avril. She was trying to sound intimidating, like there would be harsh consequences for Nicole if she disobeyed, but the break in her voice and the tears in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.
“No, I don’t think I will,” replied Nicole nonchalantly. She was having a blast, revelling in her physical superiority over her opponent.
Nicole walked towards a nearby blue armchair, her hand still tangled in Avril’s blonde locks forced her to crawl beside her. She sat down on the chair and took the weaker woman over her knee with minimal difficulty.
“Let’s see this Canadian bacon,” she grinned wickedly as she wrenched down Avril’s leather pants and pink panties, exposing the pert, lily-white rear that lay beneath.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
Nicole was spanking her so hard, delighting in seeing the pale skin turn first pink and then a furious red. Tears rolled freely down Avril’s cheeks as she cried out and kicked her legs uselessly.
“Let me go, let me go, let me go!” she screeched.
Finally, Nicole let Avril drop to the floor, rubbing her poor, red butt. The Hawaiian hottie cupped Avril’s chin and forced her to look into her eyes.
“We both know who the better woman is now, don’t we?” asked Nicole, cocking an eyebrow.
Avril nodded timidly, just wanting the experience to be over.
“You are just too cute though,” said Nicole, a hint of seduction creeping into her voice. “And you have been marked by my hands… I just may have to keep you, my little pop spunk princess.”
Avril shuddered and whined at what this could mean and what the depraved Pussycat Doll might do next.
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Part 1: Gal Gadot VS Jenna Coleman
This comic con panel had gone disastrously! Gal had spent the whole time talking over the others, showing particularly little regard for Jenna until it had all got too much for the petite Brit. Jenna was no wallflower and was quite prepared to call out the Israeli right there and then for her arrogant behaviour. Before anyone knew what was going on, harsh words had led to physical violence right there on the stage!
“Give it up, runt,” said Gal as she easily pushed Jenna to the stage floor. “Nobody cares what you have to say, these people are here to see me.”
Jenna rose to her feet. She was aware that she was physically outmatched by the tall Israeli but she refused to let her bully her. “You call yourself Wonder Woman but you’re too insecure to let another woman’s voice be heard,” she spat. “Lynda Carter would be disgusted to be associated with you.”
“You really don’t know what’s good for you,” snarled Gal as she closed the gap to Jenna, towering over her once more.
Hayley Atwell stood to the side of the stage. Part of her wanted to intervene, but she was a believer that these things should be sorted out woman to woman, so she remained quiet for now.
Gal blocked an attempted slap by Jenna and countered with a kick to the guts that doubled the Englishwoman over. Next, she put Jenna’s head between her knees and lifted her up by the stomach so Jenna’s legs were now over gal’s shoulders. Gal executed a textbook powerbomb right there, slamming poor Jenna down, her back landing with a sickening thud on the panel table.
The fans in attendance gasped at such brutality but Gal wasn’t through yet. She turned the barely moving Jenna onto her stomach and tore off her green top revealing a black bra that struggled to contain her breasts.
Gal sat on jenna’s back, splaying the small woman’s arms across her own knees as she grabbed her chin and wrenched back. Gal was tormenting her in a camel clutch!
Jenna was now screaming in the clutch, her resistance broken by the pain in her neck and back. For her part, gal seemed almost lost in the moment. Her only goal now was to inflict pain on the woman who had annoyed her and she was oblivious to how uneasy the crowd was with her sheer viciousness.
“How does it feel to be Wonder Woman’s little bitch?” she asked Jenna but was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder and firm voice.
“Get off of her,” came the voice. It was calm and assured, resonating a commanding tone that expected to be obeyed. Gal looked round and saw Hayley Atwell glaring at her, hands on hips.
“How about you pick on someone your own size, “Wonder Woman”?” Hayley added the honorific sarcastically but when Gal did leave Jenna’s form and stand up to her full height, even Hayley had to admit that she looked every bit an Amazon warrior.
“You want some?” drawled Gal as she approached the new challenger confidently. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Part 2: Gal Gadot VS Hayley Atwell
In contrast to the prior affair, this fight was a really hard-fought one. It must have been going 20 minutes and still both gal and Hayley stood, not giving an inch. Their hair was now a mess, their makeup smeared and their clothes torn to ribbons, but still they fought.
“Acknowledge me as Wonder Woman now and supplicate yourself if you want any chance of leaving here with a shred of dignity,” warned Gal. She was breathing hard yet her words had a sense of honesty to them as though she remained as dangerous as ever.
“I’ll acknowledge you as Wonder Girl if you like, or perhaps Wonder Twig,” began Hayley with a grin. “But there’s only one woman in this fight.” As she made this bold proclamation, Hayley removed the torn remains of her pink blouse, freeing the two massive creamy breasts that lay beneath. She smiled both at the thunderous applause that this caused from the enraptured crowd and the almost imperceptible twitch of anger she noticed from her opponent.
Gal discarded what remained of her own dress. “If you think anyone’s impressed by those saggy bags on your chest…” she began before being cut off.
“They’re called breasts, dear,” replied Hayley a little too brightly. “Most women your age have developed them by now.”
Gal slapped Hayley’s face. Hard. The Englishwoman responded in kind. Again and again they exchanged blows. The shots were tremendous, almost as if they were trying to slap the beauty out of the other’s face. Their faces burned, tears filled their eyes and still they slapped, unwilling to give an inch.
Then it happened, quick as a hiccup. Instead of a slap, gal delivered a roundhouse kick that connected with the side of Hayley’s head and caused her to crumple to the floor semi-conscious.
The match looked to be over but gal wasn’t done yet. She descended on Hayley’s prone and not resisting body and used her knees to trap the English rose’s arms by her sides.
“You thought you could body shame me? Me!” screamed Gal at her dazed and confused rival. She brought her two palms crashing down on Hayley’s exposed bosom. The huge boobs seemed to shudder under the impact but they couldn’t have been any more obvious targets for the enraged Gal if they had bullseyes painted in them. Gal continued to slap them this way and that, too hellbent on punishing her foe to savour the moment of victory.
Hayley had now fully regained her senses due to the pain in her boobs, but she found herself unable to dislodge Gal or do anything about her attack. She told herself she wouldn’t give Gal the satisfaction of hearing her scream but that was before her assailant gave up her slap attack and began kneading Hayley’s boobs like fresh dough. She pulled, twisted and stretched the pliable flesh until Hayley did indeed let out a high-pitched scream.
“Please, stop! No more! Wonder Woman please have mercy!”
Hayley’s cries were enough to stop even Gal in her tracks. She had never expected to hear the proud woman making such noises.
Gal drew herself up to her full height, satisfied that the quivering Hayley had learned her place. “I hope this lesson is clear to everyone: don’t cross Wonder Woman,” she said simply. She strode off the stage to uneasy applause from the crowd leaving the broken bodies and spirits of Hayley Atwell and Jenna Coleman behind her.
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Alexa Bliss vs Liv Morgan
No one was particularly looking forward to the falls count anywhere match between Liv and Alexa ; but as the match progressed, the audience (both live and from home) was stunned by the intensity of the fight and the sheer hatred that transpired from the two petite scappers’ appearence.
The two women brawled in a chaotic and raw way as they traded blows throughout the arena, even retorting to tacts like scratching, hairpulling or biting to hurt their opponent.
"It looks like they're fighting for real" was the most common thought among the audience; but the truth was that Liv and Alexa WERE fighting for real. The backstage hostility between the two women had boiled over to the point of no return and now they had decided to resolve the matter publicly, under the guise of a wrestling match.
In the control room the staff had realized what was happening; but when they contacted the management about it, they received only one order: "Let them fight".
And so the two women fought and eventually the brawl reached the women’s locker room, both fighters were exhausted and only their rage was giving them the energy to continue.
Liv kicked Alexa between the legs doubling her over, grabbed her hair and tucked her head between her own legs.
“I’m going to crush your head, you fucking bitch” hissed Liv as she wrapped her arms around Alexa midsection and trying to lift her for a piledriver.
But Alexa was not out of the game and, with a burst of energy, stood up lifting the opponent up and over and dropping her behind over a table behind her.
In a regular wrestling match the gimmicked table would have easily broken up; but in this case it was a solid table full of the other wrestlers’ bags and Liv crashed to the floor dragging with her all the stuff that was on the table.
Alexa struggled to stay on her feet, panting heavily, she looked at her almost unconscious opponent and realized it was her opportunity to finish the match; but she took her time to think how to do it: she didn’t want only to beat the bitch…she wanted to humiliate her!
Looking at the chaos in the locker room suddently Alexa showed an evil grin as she spotted something that fell off from one of her colleagues bags.
“Well, well, well… seems that someone likesto bring their toys to work.” Said Alexa lgrabbing the butt plug from the floor and showing it to the camera.
The control room was silent, everyone was waiting for some communication from above. Which didn't arrive.
As Liv groggily tried to get back on her feet, Alexa went behind her, pulled down Liv’s panties, shoved the plug in her opponent ass making her squeal and pulled back up back the panties. Then she put her own head under the Liv’ shoulder and with one last titanic effort lift her up and dropped her on her knee with an atomic drop!
Liv let out a blood curdling scream and started to roll on the floor reaching for her backside. But Alexa wasn’t finished yet and, as Liv was lying face down, grabbed her ankles, sat behind her and pushed her right foot with all her strength against Liv's ass.
Liv screamed from the unbearable pain.
“Stop!” She pleaded “Stop please Alexa stop!”
“Do you give up???” retorted Alexa .
“Yes! Yes! Please Alexa stop, let me go!”
“Say it!”
“I give up! I give up!
“Who’s the better woman?” screamed Alexa as she kept pushing harder and harder.
“You are!”
“Say it loud and clear, let everybody know who is better!”
“ALEXA BLISS IS THE BETTER WOMAN! OH GOD ALEXA PLEASE LET ME GOOOOOO!!!”
Finally satisfied Alexa relelased her opponent who curled up in a fetal position as the medical staff ran to her.
The audience was so shocked that it took a while to realize the match was over was over and hesitantly starting to cheer for the winner.
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1999: Lucy Lawless VS Jeri Ryan
It had started innocently enough as one media outlet couldn’t resist the opportunity to have two of the biggest female stars of genre TV pose together for a photoshoot. The banter remained jovial as the two discussed who would win in a fight between Xena and Seven but as Lucy bragged about how much she relished the physicality of fight scenes, Jeri had grown more interested. She continued to needle Lucy, suggesting the New Zealander wasn’t so tough when she didn’t have stunt men around to fling themselves whenever Lucy threw a punch. Jeri shoved Lucy hard and suddenly a catfight had erupted.
15 minutes later and the two were still going at it. Lucy held a headlock on Jeri but it was sloppily applied, serving as much as a break to regain her breath as anything that would do actual damage to the blonde. Jeri pushed her off easily and the two stood facing one another. Their faces were flushed and their bra-clad bosoms, long free of the cumbersome dresses they had been wearing, heaved with exertion. No words were spoken, such unnecessary wastes of breath couldn’t be afforded in this even a contest.
Lucy’s right hand shot out, looking for a test of strength. Jeri’s left linked with it and her right hand found Lucy’s left. They were now struggling with all their might to overpower their rival. Their linked hands moved further out to the respective sides as their bodies drew closer. They could each see the determination in the eyes of the other, as well as the beads of sweat continuing to form on their foreheads. Finally, their chests clashed and their breasts pressed together as their entire bodies went to war with each other.
Jeri’s bigger boobs may have been mashing Lucy’s pair but the bigger picture wasn’t looking so good for her. Lucy’s was now overpowering Jeri in their hand battle, contorting the American’s wrists savagely.
A yelp was the only sound that escaped Jeri’s lips as she could feel her arms being overpowered, her fingers and wrists being pulled in ways that God and nature had never intended. She sank to her knees just to try and straighten her arms but her leverage was lost and so was her strength.
“Resistance is futile, bitch,” snarled Lucy as she grabbed the fallen Jeri by the torso and lifted her up once more in a bearhug. The muscles of Lucy’s strong arms rippled as she squeezed any lingering fight out of her opponent. Jeri tried desperately to pry Lucy’s arms off of her. When this failed, she sought to punch Lucy’s back but she was now terribly weak and her blows were too feeble to matter.
Another squeeze and shake from Lucy and Jeri was ready to concede defeat. “OK…you’ve proved your point,” she wheezed but the New Zealander kept the hold applied. “I…I…gi…” Jeri struggled to get the words out. It took an immense amount of willpower just to admit defeat but eventually she was able to choke out the words: “I give up! You win,” which proved good enough for Lucy to let her limp body finally fall.
Lucy placed a triumphant foot between the breasts of her fallen rival. It had been a bitter struggle but in the end the Warrior Princess had triumphed.
“Can’t say it wasn’t fun,” she mused to herself as she walked out the room leaving Jeri alone and gasping on the floor.
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1999: Lucy Lawless VS Sarah Michelle Gellar
Lucy did indeed have fun in her defeat of Jeri and it was this encounter that inspired her to seek out another genre TV star of the time. Nerds and female fight fans had long wondered who would win in a fight between Xena and Buffy and Lucy and Sarah had agreed to find out for real. It was all arranged, Lucy would arrive on the Buffy set at a given time and the two would throwdown on the set of the show’s library in front of an audience made up of the casts and crews of the two shows.
Lucy, who stood several inches taller than her opponent, had proven herself the stronger of the two, but strength wasn’t everything. Sarah was quick, she connected with a hard kick to Lucy’s thigh which sent a twinge of pain through the bigger woman. Sarah wasn’t exactly a martial artist, but she’d been shown how to throw believable punches and kicks often enough that doing it for real came quite naturally to her now.
“Come on Tall, Dark and Slow,” chided Sarah. “Where’s that skill I’ve heard so much about?”
Sarah smirked as she faked a punch which Lucy moved to block, leaving the New Zealander open to another of her quick kicks. Sarah didn’t care that she was giving up a fair amount in height and weight, in fact she was excited at the prospect of bringing down a larger woman.
Angered, Lucy made a lunge that Sarah ducked out the way of, showcasing her incredible agility and anticipation of her rival’s more cumbersome movements.
“Too slow,” mocked the blonde as she jumped on the back of her opponent, wrapping her legs around Lucy’s torso and her arms below her chin in an attempted sleeper hold.
“You’re like a little gnat,” said the irritated Lucy as she swung this way and that in vain attempts to try to get Sarah off her back. “I will get you though, blondie.”
With that, Lucy backed herself against a nearby wall, squashing Sarah between the wall and her back and causing her to relinquish the sleeper hold. Turning around, Lucy went for a full power punch that Sarah ducked, causing Lucy’s fist to connect with the wall.
At this point, Sarah should have scurried away but she couldn’t resist the chance to slap her increasingly infuriated rival. The slap connected with Lucy’s cheek, but she had been in too close quarters for too long to the powerful New Zealander. As Sarah tried to create distance between them, she felt a sharp yank of her hair that brought her right back to Lucy.
“Your mine now,” said Lucy, her voice laced with menace. She pulled Sarah into her by the hair and trapped her in a tight full nelson. Sarah tried to resist but Lucy’s arms were far stronger than hers. She tried to wriggle free, but the grip was too tight. She even stamped on Lucy’s foot but the brunette seemed entirely unconcerned with this attack too. Sarah began to panic as the pain in her arms grew unbearable.
“Where’s that smart mouth now,” quipped Lucy as the only sounds escaping Sarah now were grunts of pain and exertion. Keeping the nelson applied, Lucy walked Sarah towards the large table in the middle of the room. She picked the so-called Slayer up and drove her face first into the table.
Sarah looked up and the room was spinning around her. The match was, to all intents and purposes, over but Sarah had annoyed Lucy and the brunette sought some extra style points.
Lucy reached down the back of Sarah’s pants and felt the loser’s underwear which she duly grabbed and yanked up as far as she could pull it. Sarah felt a terrible chafing in her womanhood and ass as she endured the powerful wedgie.
Lucy then dragged Sarah across the room by her white panties. When she reached the wall, she lifted Sarah up by the undergarment and hung her from a protruding hook in the wall.
Lucy smiled as Sarah’s body hung uselessly from the hook by her panties. The unforgiving fabric no doubt tearing into the younger woman’s sensitive flesh.
“That’s what you get when you try to make a fool out of me,” spat Lucy as she took a final look at her conquered quarry and strode out of the library, accompanied by her cheering castmates and crew. The red-faced Sarah was left to face her own coworkers as she hung in this humiliating position.
“Someone let me down before…” but Sarah’s whines were interrupted by the noise of fabric tearing, her panties finally having given way to the pressure, sending her tumbling to the ground once more.
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1999: Lucy Lawless VS Famke Janssen
She had seen off Ryan and Gellar and established herself as the toughest action heroine on TV but now Lucy faced an even bigger challenge. For the first time she faced a woman taller than herself and with an indomitable reputation similar to her own. The action takes place in a wide open field in the middle of nowhere and both women are in the nude.
As they rolled down into a muddy ditch, neither woman could deny they were revelling in the challenge presented by the other. Oh, they would revel in their eventual victory even more, but there was something exhilarating about facing a woman who was strong enough and dominant enough to provide either of these titans with a real match.
They grappled, both covered in mud, and it was Lucy who was able to slip behind Famke and trap her in a full nelson. Lucy’s arms were incredibly strong and Famke was struggling to get enough purchase on the uneven surface to even attempt to power out of the hold. Thinking quickly, the Dutchwoman kicked up her heel right between Lucy’s legs and succeeded in hitting her assailant right in her most tender region.
Lucy fell to the muddy ground, her hands moving instinctively to her groin. But Famke was on her in a flash. Her right hand flew out and grabbed a hold around Lucy’s throat. The New Zealander was in trouble. As her focus was on prying Famke’s strong fingers from her throat, that left the rest of her body unprotected from Famke’s pummelling blows to the stomach and breasts of the Warrior Princess.
Desperately, Lucy reached out and grabbed two handfuls of her enemy’s hair and pulled her to the ground alongside her. They now lay on their sides in the mud, their bodies entangled in a titanic struggle, Lucy’s piercing blue eyes boring into Famke’s dark pools.
“Do you have any idea of what I’m capable of?” growled Lucy to her would-be conquest.
Much to Lucy’s surprise, Famke seemed amused by this.
“Screaming like a little girl?” smirked Famke to the confused New Zealander.
On that note, Famke seemed to free herself entirely from the bonds of Lucy’s limbs and surge up the way, her long legs coiling around the head of her adversary.
The headscissors was like nothing Lucy had ever felt before. It was like every headache she’d ever had all at once. It was like her skull was being ground into mush and her brain was exploding. Trying to budge the Dutchwoman’s legs was a fruitless endeavour. Trying to resist at all was a fool’s errand.
“I give!” she called out. When that failed to move her attacker, she had no choice but to scream at the top of her lungs just as Famke had predicted.
Famke released the hold at sat there for a minute, gleeful at having defeated a worthy adversary. Lucy just hoped the throbbing in her head would stop.
“You’re a hell of a fighter,” she said, turning to Famke. “I truly respect you.”
Famke stood up and took Lucy by the hair. “Let’s make one thing clear,” she snarled as she turned around slowly. She pushed Lucy’s head into her own naked ass, shaking her tight, mud-streaked behind in her opponent’s face.
“I have no respect for you. None.”
Lucy was shocked and disgusted as she was pushed down to the ground once more. Famke then took her naked size 12 foot and pressed Lucy’s humiliated face down into the mud. This was one defeat she’d never forget.
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Shakira VS Jennifer Lopez (Kiss My Ass)
It had been all smiles at the Superbowl LIV half-time show but privately the two pop divas had been going all out to upstage the other. When they arrived backstage, each woman had expected the other to admit the superiority of her own dance moves and ass but when neither one was willing to pay tribute to her fellow performer the two superstars went to war, electing to settle their differences in a Kiss My Ass match!
Their sparkly costumes hung uselessly from their bodies in tatters, collateral damage from what had been a knock down, drag out clash of epic proportions. An exhausted Shakira was crawling away from the vindictive Bronx native who had just struck her down with a kick to the ribs.
“You have no ass at all, Putina,” J.Lo scolded her as she watched her crawl. “I can’t believe you have the nerve to parade this little thing about like it impresses anybody."
“Size isn’t everything,” retorted Shakira through gritted teeth, the pain shooting through her body. “You’d give either one of those fat cheeks to be able to move it like I can.”
“Bambina tonta,” snorted Jennifer as she connected with a sharp *SMACK* to Shakira’s quickly reddening behind. The nasty blow caused something to snap within Shakira and she responded by swivelling round and swinging her short but powerful right leg as hard as she could, sweeping the legs right out from under J.Lo and causing her to land on that famous butt.
As Jennifer got on her hands and knees, Shakira was suddenly upon her like the She Wolf she claimed to be. She slapped and scratched at Jennifer's face, causing her to cry out, before spitting on her and driving her right knee into J.Lo's head.
When she finally let up, Jennifer was dazed and confused. The knee strike had rocked her completely and she appeared totally unable to offer any resistance to her Colombian conqueror. Jennifer lay starfished on the floor as Shakira descended on her once more, this time to yell in her face.
“You know the rules, Pig!” she shouted at her. “You lose the match, you kiss my ass!”
But J.Lo wasn’t puckering up. Whether she was unwilling or just confused from the blow she'd taken to her head, Shakira didn’t wait to find out. She sat her gorgeous, golden ass on Jennifer’s face and began to wiggle and grind those hips as only she can.
J.Lo couldn’t imagine a worse fate! The bouncing and grinding! The smell! And worst of all, the very fact that she was being used like this.
Jennifer’s muffled cries served as nothing more than stimulation for the Colombian who was now thoroughly enjoying herself. "This is what I think of you, you piece of arrogant American trash," she gloated. Jennifer was tormented like this for a matter of minutes, just able to gobble up the occasional breath of air she was afforded to keep herself conscious – though she half wished she wasn’t!
At last, Shakira got off of her and stood up. She arched her back in silent invitation to J.Lo who now realised that there was only one way to stop the rampant Shakira, as unpleasant as that might be.
Jennifer got on her knees, puckered up and leaned towards Shakira’s perfect butt. She placed the daintiest kiss she could on her cheek before pulling away, only to be corrected by the victor.
“Kiss it properly, harder,” she ordered.
J.Lo did it again, with just a little bit more vigour.
“Where’s your tongue?” barked Shakira. Jennifer then realised that Shakira would milk this for all it was worth and, though the idea revolted her, she forced herself to do what she needed to. She leaned in once more and French kissed Shakira’s right cheek deeply, holding the pose for a few seconds in tacit admission of the greatness of her rival's derriere. As Shakira presented the other cheek, J.Lo paid a similar unwilling tribute to that one as well.
“Congratulations,” said Shakira mischievously. “You’ve just kissed the world’s best ass.”
Jennifer was staring at the floor, seething quietly. This was an utter humiliation for her and she vowed she would have her revenge over the diminutive Colombian.
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Kate Upton checked her messages that night, and promptly downed a bottle of cheval blanc wine upon realising who it was from. She had recently held a little contest on TikTok, whereupon one lucky fan would win the opportunity to meet Kate herself in a sort of meet-and-greet, as well as participate in an event of the fan's choosing - with the proceeds going to a charity of the fan's choice. And the girl who won had just cashed it in.
Kate opened the Snapchat that her fan had sent her around midnight... and promptly left it on read and went to bed. She got little sleep that night as the video sent to her played itself in her head rent-free for the next eight hours.
As the crowd's anticipation reached a fever pitch, the arena lights dimmed, and a spotlight illuminated the entrance ramp. A beat filled the air as Kate Upton emerged from the darkness, her silhouette highlighted against the vibrant backdrop. She was dressed in a teeny white bikini that left very little of her DDs to the imagination as she confidently strutted down the ramp. She entered the ring through the middle rope, flaunting her big tits as she sashayed around and wriggled her body to pump up the crowd. It worked as she got quite a few cheers... but then the cheering suddenly grew exponentially louder.
Her fan walked into the arena a minute after Kate, wearing a tiny black tanktop completely overflowing with creamy white cleavage. Her boobs were simply enormous, much bigger than the snap had made them out to be! The girl was threatening to spill out in every direction as excess cleavage made the spaghetti straps groan loudly in distress. The girl walks up to Kate, her huge rack billowing as she has zero hesitation in her stride. Her tits had to be no less than 36K cups at the smallest. She was shorter than Kate was at around 5'5 and looked to weigh maybe ten pounds more than Kate despite the blonde's taller height.
“Hiya, Kate,” the girl said with a haughty smile. She was no older than 20. The bitch definitely dwarfed Upton up front without any question. Her mammoth bust barely pressed into Upton's before she stopped walking. Kate instinctively arched her back, but her tits only mushroomed against the skank's massive wall of titflesh. The girl asked, akin to a friend asking one of her girlfriends in school, "I'm Trenity. So, you get my snap last night, right?"
"I got it," Kate said dismissively as she relaxed her arch, to which Trenity definitely felt as Kate's tits shrunk away from her own.
Trenity replied back with a hushed voice, "Great - don't say I didn't warn you then. I've always wanted to flatten your tiny-ass tits, but I might spare them if you can behave yourself."
The word 'behave' may have been like a string dangling in front of a cat. Kate launched herself at Trenity, smacking her tits against the girl's as the two pairs sandwiched together. Kate wasted no time and applied her signature bearhug, determined to quell this before it could begin.
"Ungghhhh..." came a quiet grunt... and it wasn't from the new meat.
Kate's grunts echoed through the arena as she struggled to maintain her bearhug on Trenity, but her own boobs were bearing the brunt of the pressure. Her world-class tits strained hard, pushing fruitlessly against Trenity's heavy juggs. Despite Kate's valiant attempts, the influencer's huge tits held firm, making it difficult for Upton to gain the upper hand. Kate gritted her teeth as she pushed against Trenity's massive chest, but it was like trying to move a pair of mountains.
The sheer size and weight of Trenity's tits overwhelmed Kate's best efforts. Despite her best attempts, Kate's own boobs flattened out against Trenity's, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. Kate tried to pull away as much as she could,kneeling down and then bringing her tits up to the underside of Trenity's globes, hoping to find some kind of weakness in this behemoth rack. However, Trenity's giant juggs proved to be nearly immovable, anchored firmly in place despite Kate's efforts to lift them with her own.
As Kate exerted herself more and more, she felt the strain in her own breasts, the weight of Trenity's massive bosom bearing down on her. Despite her determination, Kate began to realize the futility of her efforts. Trenity's size advantage was simply too much to overcome, and Upton found herself struggling to maintain her position under the immense pressure. Kate tried to smack Trenity's tits with her own, but each result was a disappointing jiggle and not so much of a grunt from the big-titted princess.
"Time's up, bug bites," Trenity said, feigning a yawn as she waited for her cleavage to stop quaking, "So, are you going to do it or not?" she asked as she ran her hands over her generous breasts.
"Not gonna happen..." Kate huffed, defiance in her eyes as she went for another tit slap...
...however, Trenity was ready this time. She had been ready each time, but had simply been waiting for Kate's brakes to stall before she actually put some effort in. With lightning-fast reflexes, Trenity grabbed Kate in her own hug, sandwiching their big tits together as Kate groaned loudly. Then, using her weight to lean in against a wobbly, weakened Kate, Trenity forced them both to fall over towards the mat. The impact was heard through the arena as Kate let out a pained gasp, Trenity's heavy juggs compressed hers mercilessly as the bitch's mega milkers slammed down on top of Kate's like a pair of boulders.
"Guh... guh..." groans Kate as she felt over 20 pounds of titflesh engulfing her outmatched boobs almost instantly.
Trenity's triumphant smirk spoke volumes as she felt Kate's resistance falter beneath her. With a victorious gleam in her eyes, Trenity maintained her position, ensuring that Kate's breasts was firmly pinned beneath her fearsome frontage. The crowd murmured loudly, having to acknowledge Trenity's undisputed victory in the titfight despite the fan-favourite being Kate.
Kate, unable to escape from Trenity's pin, could only struggle feebly beneath the weight of her opponent's massive bust. Each breath became more difficult as Trenity's relentless titty weight crushed her chest, leaving her gasping for air. Upton's world spun as she struggled to catch her breath beneath the buxom bitch. The weight of the young girl's rack bore down on her, making it difficult to move or even breathe. Each gasp was a struggle as Kate fought against the suffocating pressure. With a triumphant grin, Trenity leaned in closer, her breasts pressing even harder against Kate's, squeezing the air from her lungs. The crowd erupted into cheers, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as they witnessed Trenity's dominance over her opponent. Kate's struggles grew weaker with each passing moment, her mind reeling as Trenity's relentless pressure continued to take its toll on her body.
Trenity, reveling in her triumph, leaned in close to Kate, her smug grin widening as she felt Kate's struggles weakening beneath her. "One last time, girl," she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Don't let your tits pay the price for your ego. There's no way you're getting out from under my big ass tits... so what's it going to be, 'miss billion dollar breasts' - or whatever it is you call yourself?"
Despite the overwhelming pressure bearing down on her, Kate refused to give in to Trenity's smug threats. With a defiant glare, she gritted her teeth and pushed against the massive bosom above hers with all her might, "I'll never... submit to you... ever!" Kate growled, her voice tinged with defiance. "I'll fight you... until I can't.. you arrogant bitch!"
"I respect the hustle," Trenity's smug grin in full force, she said, "Fine - don't say I didn't give you an out."
As Trenity lifted off, Kate's vision cleared, and she looked down at her once-proud tits, now completely flattened beneath the weight of Trenity's mammoth bosom. The sight was devastating, her once voluptuous assets reduced to nothing more than two squashed pancakes pressed against her chest. But Tren wasn't done!
Kate’s eyes bulged out as she watched Trenity take her massive hooters off Kate’s boobs for a second and pull the blonde up into a kneeling position until she was stable. Grabbing her own enormous juggs, Trenity then pulls them to the sides so that Kate’s soft boobs fall between them - like a mouse curiously entering a cage for a cube of cheese. Trenity turns to the audience and blows them a kiss as they boo her and start to shout... and then she slams her tits together with her hands.
The audience goes quiet.
Upton's moans are loud as her tits are effectively smashed flat, completely lost inside Trenity's gigantic cleavage with encloses her own proud tits like a vice. Kate mewled as her once iconic rack was nowhere to be found between the TikTok girl's endless titflesh. Kate desperately slapped at Trenity's massive tits with her hands, trying to pry them apart but her hands struggled to even find purchase on the huge orbs. Her own tits were sandwiched between them, nowhere to be seen but she knew they were in there... she could sure as hell feel them, being flattened between two iron-clad rollers. Panic surged through Upton as she fought against the pressure, her fingers digging into Trenity's flesh in a futile attempt to free her perfect peaks as the cruel bitch laughed hysterically.
The camera feed cut at that point, and recordings of the event would sell for a high price on every premium porn site on the internet. As for the night itself, Trenity stood up after letting Kate's deflated tits pathetically slip out of her colossal cleavage. Kate had gone out by this time, unable to withstand the crushing of her fabled tits as she had slumped forward against Trenity's rack in defeat. The girl reached into her cleavage and pulled out her phone she had tucked away. She opened Snapchat and dropped the phone to the mat next to Kate's head, screen facing up as she walked away. A few officials ran past her to see what the hell she had sent Kate the night before. One of them picked up the phone as they all gathered around.
Trenity climbed out of the ring, her mega tits bouncing with each step as she walked down the catwalk and out of the arena with her charity cheque in hand. She turned over her shoulder to look back at Kate's unconscious body, "You brought this all on yourself, Kate. As I said earlier, I did warn you."
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Was watching an old movie and couldn’t help but wonder what might have gone on behind the scenes!
1951: Joan Fontaine VS Elizabeth Taylor
Old Hollywood was brutal. Joan was an acclaimed, Oscar-winning actress and beautiful by any standard but she was already struggling to find decent roles. She was only 34 for God’s sake! It was quite natural then that she would butt heads with her Ivanhoe co-star Elizabeth Taylor, the 19-year-old sensation whose very existence seemed a threat to Joan.
As they tussled on the floor, Joan suddenly became aware that she had made a terrible mistake in challenging the young beauty. Not only was the buxom brunette stronger than her, but she also had a hell of a mean streak!
“This is for slapping my face!” yelled Elizabeth as she drilled a forearm into Joan’s throat. “This is for pulling my hair!” she bellowed as she drove a knee into the older woman’s soft belly. “And this,” she began, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Is for being so senile that you thought you could compete with me in the first place.”
She wrapped her arms around Joan’s head and pulled it face first into her own ample bosom. Joan struggled pitifully as her face was rammed brutally into Liz’s yawning cleavage, completely unable to do anything about it. As she fought in vain for a breath amongst her fleshy prison, she couldn’t help but wonder how it had come to this. How could a legendary actress like her be brought so low as to be writhing helplessly in the arms of her competition, airways blocked by teenage titties? The shame of it was too much to bear.
When Liz did finally remove her sweaty rack from Joan’s dishevelled face, it was all the former Oscar winner could do to wretch on the floor, gratefully gulping in mouthfuls of air. “Here ends the undistinguished Hollywood career of Crone Fontaine,” proclaimed Elizabeth boldly as she looked down at the former star with disdain, hands on hips.
For Joan, the Golden Age of Hollywood was over. She looked up tearfully at Elizabeth and saw the embodiment of the younger generation: stronger, more ruthless, perhaps sexier than she’d ever been and in that moment she knew she simply could not compete. She didn’t attempt to strike back, nor even defend herself verbally from Liz’s cruel comments. The pecking order was established and she could only accept it meekly.
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Loved your story, Blue Roses!! A refreshingly great change from the modern times back to the yesteryears when women were classy not trashy
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Loved your story, Blue Roses!! A refreshingly great change from the modern times back to the yesteryears when women were classy not trashy
I'm glad you liked it! I appreciate any and all feedback on any of these shorts. I do plan to go back to that era occasionally in future stories.
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Famke Janssen VS Sophie Turner II (Sophie's Revenge?)
Sophie was a new woman now. Yes, she had to admit that Famke crushed her before - but that was a long time ago. She was stronger now, a mother, and she didn’t live in fear of anyone – least of all that jealous old bitch! So it was that when Sophie spotted an all-too-familiar pair of legs striding around at an actor’s guild party, she confronted her and challenged her to round two.
They lay in a tangle of limbs, hair and scraps of fabric that had been new designer dresses just 10 minutes ago. Each one gritted their teeth, vying for control over their unlikely rival. For now, it was Famke that lay on top of the Englishwoman, almost in a 69 position.
“Time to submit again, Wimp,” growled Famke as she trapped Sophie’s head between her thighs.
Famke’s headscissors had always been a killer hold, but the determined Sophie wasn’t to be undone. She used her own impressive legs to grab Famke in a headscissors of her own. The two of them cinched their holds in as tight as they could, using their considerable assets as deadly weapons as they grunted and groaned in struggle.
Famke’s legs, great as they were, perhaps showed their age as her hold on Sophie’s head slacked off ever so slightly. Sophie’s stamina had proved greater as she didn’t release even an ounce of pressure on her hated rival and the Dutchwoman began to moan in pain.
“Come on, what happened to the tough old bitch who thought she could fight?” mocked Sophie, delighting in the torment of her opponent. “How do you like a taste of your own medicine?”
Famke didn’t like it one bit. She didn’t like it so much that, in an act of desperation, she sank her teeth into her younger rival’s left leg. Sophie screamed in shock and pain, forced to release the hold. Famke had bitten right through the fabric of Sophie’s tights and as the Game of Thrones star tried to roll away from her, she succeeded in tearing the tights right off her legs.
Sophie made it to her knees before Famke clattered into her back and wrapped the torn hose around her face and neck. Famke, angered at having come closer to defeat than she ever expected, was brutal here as she wielded the tights. Sophie was yanked this way and that, the sheer fabric both constricting her throat and blocking her airways. Her legs flailed as she was dragged backwards towards a leatherback chair.
As the older woman sat down, her hold on Sophie loosened and allowed her to draw a welcome breath. But so focused was Sophie on filling her lungs that she offered no resistance as Famke used the hose to tie her arms behind her back, leaving her defenceless.
“Last time I had you kiss my legs, remember?” asked Famke, still clearly embittered by the pain Sophie had inflicted on her. “This time it’ll be worse.”
“Fuck you,” muttered Sophie, her voice quiet but strong. She had climbed onto her knees despite her bound wrists and was glaring at Famke but a sharp tug of the hair soon had her on her back again.
Famke placed her right foot on Sophie’s lips. Sophie gritted her teeth to deny her entry but it was no use. Famke smirked as she applied more pressure, leaving Sophie no option but to open her mouth if she wanted to keep her teeth.
Sophie’s cheeks bulged as the huge foot forced its way in. She was quickly overwhelmed by the size of it as well as the acrid taste, but the merciless Famke kept jamming it in further! Sophie tried to wriggle free but had no leverage with her arms tied. She gagged on the foot repeatedly until finally the cackling Famke retracted it.
“Do you submit?” she asked. “Or do you want another taste?”
“I submit!” bawled Sophie, her defiance crushed. “Please, no more!”
Famke rose from her chair and wiped her spit-covered foot on Sophie’s hair. “Stay on the floor where you belong until I leave the room,” she ordered.
Sophie nodded hurriedly. Her face was slick with tears and saliva and her pride lay shattered around her. From her position, she couldn’t see or hear Famke leave the room, so she remained lying on the floor for some time, not taking any chance that she might disobey the command of the better woman.
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Absolutely amazing story Nicole! Loved seeing Kate upton beat by a fan of all people!
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Katherine Heigl VS Lily Collins
They were in the women’s restroom at an awards show. Lily struggled weakly as the bigger woman’s hands closed around her modest biceps and squeezed cruelly. Katherine marched to the wall with her prey seemingly unable to squirm from her grip and planted her against the solid surface with a thud.
Lily didn’t know why the blonde had targeted her, but the reason was simple: because she knew she could. As the 2000s turned into the 2010s, Katherine had been one of the most feared actresses out there but her star had waned and she’d been largely forgotten about. Now it was 2024 and Katherine was back. This was her statement to anybody who wanted a piece.
“Come on, pipsqueak,” she laughed as she looked into Lily’s anxious face. “Tell me you’re at least woman enough to fight back.”
Lily wasn’t much of a fighter, but such goading was enough to bring out another side of herself. She threw a punch at Katherine and connected with her left breast, but the blow was weak and easily shrugged off.
“That’s it?!” guffawed Katherine as she pushed Lily hard against the wall once more. “You’re a joke.” With that verbal dismissal, Katherine launched herself forward into the struggling brunette, sandwiching her against the wall.
Katherine’s arms pinned Lily’s in place, her legs also proved stronger as they crushed into the smaller woman’s. Her bigger boobs and overall larger frame crashed repeatedly into the now-screaming Lily’s torso as if to emphasise that Katherine was stronger in every department.
When Katherine released her, Lily slid down the wall into a seated position. With a shiver, she looked up at the smug blonde who had brought her down so easily.
“What…what do you want?” asked Lily as she tried to keep her emotions in check.
“I want you to beg, bitch,” responded the winner before ominously adding “and I always get what I want.” Licking her lips, Katherine seized her victim and devised a perfect punishment for her.
But while Lily wrestled with the decision of whether to beg for mercy, another woman entered the restroom.
“What on Earth is going on here?” asked Katheryn Winnick, shocked by the sight of Heigl bending over Lily, her hands clawing maliciously at the younger woman’s body.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll butt out now, Winnick,” Katherine shot back.
“I don’t like being told what to do,” said Winnick with ice in her voice. “And I don’t much like bullies either.”
Lily didn’t know what to do as she watched Heigl and Winnick square up to each other, but one thing she did know is that she wanted to see what happened next.
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Part 2: Katherine Heigl VS Katheryn Winnick
Heigl yelled in frustration. Winnick had landed a number of solid jabs to her body and had easily parried all of Heigl’s offense. The Canadian then used her taekwondo skills to fire a kick into Heigl’s abdomen that almost knocked all the wind out of her.
Heigl was reeling. She backed up towards the wall and watched worriedly as Winnick bore down on her, perhaps looking to deliver another deadly kick.
“Not so tough when you’re fighting someone who knows what they’re doing, huh?” smirked Winnick, keen to rub in her superiority over Katherine.
Angry, unskilled and desperate, Heigl tried to use her own powerful right leg to kick Winnick’s side just as the Canadian had done to her but the strike was telegraphed and it was simple for someone of Winnick’s skill to trap the leg between her body and arm.
Heigl knew she was in trouble now but she refused to show any sign of weakness. Hopping on one leg, she snarled at Winnick “put me down now, or else.”
No sooner had she said this than Winnick kicked Heigl’s left leg out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor with a shriek. Heigl got on her hands and knees and tried to crawl away, but Winnick stamped on her back, drawing a deep groan from the American and flattening her to the floor once more. Keeping her foot on the taller woman’s back, Winnick reached down and pulled both of Heigl’s arms up, wrenching the shoulder joints painfully.
Lily watched in awe as the woman who had attacked her was now the one on the ground, crying out in pain. She couldn’t help but appreciate the karma of the situation.
“Stop! I…” but Heigl’s protests were cut off as she let out another cry, this one more feeble than before.
“Apologise to her,” commanded Winnick, keeping the hold applied. Heigl went quiet, her pride not allowing her to stoop to such grovelling. But there appeared no way out of the hold and her shoulders were now in agony. She was just about to muster up an apology when a softer voice spoke up.
“No!” said Lily, crouching down to her. “I want you to beg, bitch.”
Hearing her own words thrown back in her face like this was too much for Heigl and she resolved to get out of the hold and crush both these bitches. She summoned all her strength to power out of the hold, but she was kidding herself as Winnick just tightened her grip and stamped down on her back once more, rendering her powerless and screaming.
“I’m sorry,” said Katherine quietly, her eyes now watering. “Please let me go, Katheryn.”
“It’s not my mercy you need to beg for, loser,” smirked Katheryn. “It’s Lily’s.”
A pause followed. And then…
“Please, Lily” said Katherine, though she hated herself for doing so. “Please let me go.”
Lily smiled and placed her foot on the top of Katherine’s blonde head. She held the pose for a few seconds and then nodded to Winnick to release the beaten woman. Without a word, Lily and Katheryn turned up their noses and left the bedraggled Heigl a heap on the floor to reflect on what she’d done and whether she ever dared fight again.
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Nicely done BlueRoses! There's just something very satisfying about an uppity snob like Heigl getting humbled by a total badass like Winnick. And a token jobber like Lily Collins thrown in for good measure was a nice touch also! ;)
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I also wouldn't mind seeing Kat Dennings try to avenge for fellow MCU mate. ;)
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Kat Dennings vs Sydney Sweeney
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Now this one was billed as a titfight. Kat Dennings had specifically requested it after seeing her buddy ScarJo get her beautiful bust absolutely mashed. And Sydney Sweeney accepted. What was better than humbling one uber-famous pair of MCU tatas? Well, humbling two pairs, of course!
But could she do it? Could Sydney establish herself as one of the most dangerous pairs out there? You bet your ripe melons she could.
Kat was squealing. The grunting and moaning had come earlier. Then yelping. Now she was in a full-blown panic and genuinely squealing at the pressure being applied to her big, but very softened jugs.
Sydney’s arms flexed tighter and tighter as she poured on the pressure in her bear hug. She was grinning right in Kat’s face as their breasts mushroomed together. Kat wanted to escape so badly. She couldn’t comprehend the number Syd’s tits were doing on hers. She was so confident prior to the start of the match. She would make Sydney apologize for what she did to Scarlett. She would make Sydney admit her tits were overrated. Next minute…
Kat screamed as she felt something go in her left breast. She didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t feel good. The roar of the crowd suggested it was visibly obvious too. Then she heard Syd’s voice. “Is that supposed to be all the way down there, Kitty Kat?” Kat was going red. She squirmed and yelled. But she was trapped. The younger star was too strong. Stronger than she looked. And then Kat felt her other breast go. That damn crowd piped up again.
“Kat?? You’re just a big PUSSY!” Sydney laughed, cockier by the minute.
She shoved Kat away. Kat felt relief. For a moment. Then she looked down and screamed. Those weren’t her tits. Surely not.
Teary, panicked eyes rose to meet Syd’s, and Sydney smirked cruelly. She charged at Kat. Kat was frozen. Syd’s jugs SLAMMED against Kat’s broken pair. Kat flew off of her feet and bounced so hard on her back that her flopping tits smacked her in her own face.
Syd stood at Kat’s feet. The same position she took when finishing Scarlett. Arms out wide. The crowd popped. Sydney was ready to finish her second Marvel-lous pair.
Once more, Sydney’s lips curled into a proud smirk. She dropped straight forward. Her currently much more impressive looking breasts hit Kat’s as hard as they had hit Scarlett’s. Kat’s mashed pair mushroomed out, visible bruising already on the flesh draping over her ribs. MCU fans looked away.
Just as Scarlett had done, Kat was now shaking, distraught, and conscious of the damage to her once proud breasts. Sydney kept to her own script, wriggled her way up the bawling brunette, and pressed her huge breasts against Kat’s lips. “Your turn, Kat. Kiss them and admit it.” Sydney made her demands.
Kat did so. Gently kissing Sydney’s breasts as she cried. Marvel fans had left by the time Kat verbally admitted that Sydney was better than anyone in the MCU.
Time for Ms Sydney to face Lizzie Olsen the true tits queen of MCU (though ScarJo has obliterated her in the past, but shhh we don't talk about that here ????)
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Psssh. Atwell *crushes* Olson.
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Love these stories about Sydney. I kept waiting for her to be an intense catfight on the show. I am positive she’d win and She strikes me as one who not only loves crushing a rivall’s chest with her own while telling her or the girls man how she’s taken them down one at a time. I’d been hoping someone would write a story about her. I just ain’t much of a writer or I’d do it myself. So thank you and I hope it’s not the last with her in it. Maybe fighting another girl over the man’s attention. That would be awesome.
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Always loved this matchup in my mind!
1992: Michelle Pfeiffer VS Rebecca De Mornay
Michelle had just achieved great acclaim for her performance as Catwoman, a role Rebecca had auditioned for! To bask in her success, Michelle fought wearing her already iconic catsuit.
“You really thought this ridiculous outfit was going to frighten me?” mocked Rebecca as she buried her knee deeper into the crotch of the prone and flailing Pfeiffer. “You need to be shown your place.”
As Rebecca scooted forward to sit on Michelle’s stomach, she was caught off guard by a searing pain in her chest. In desperation, Michelle had raked the claws of her costume across the impressive bosom of her attacker.
Rebecca cried out as she looked down at her chest and saw thin red lines forming across her titflesh. “I wasn’t trying to frighten you, dear,” smirked Michelle. “I wore this costume because it represents my success. And your failure.”
Michelle tried to claw at Rebecca once more, but this time she was ready. Blocking Michelle’s lunge, Rebecca chided her: “No surprise you’re attacking my tits, you jealous skank.” With fierce yells, they each grabbed one another by the hair and rolled around in a hateful frenzy. The usual cries of “Bitch” and “Slut” were punctuated by harsh slaps to the face and body of their despised rival.
Finally, Rebecca landed on top. She bounced her ass hard onto Michelle’s tender belly, drawing a pained gasp, before viciously slapping her face back down to the floor. Rebecca wasn’t done yet. She grabbed Michelle with both hands by her mask and hair and slammed her head down to the ground repeatedly.
“You call this success, Pussycat?” she sneered as Michelle’s eyes turned glassy. “I guess it kind of is. You’ve probably been fantasising about this for years. Well if you’re gonna dress like a gimp, you’re gonna get used like one.”
Rebecca slid her ass forward once more so that her crotch was now right above her opponent’s face. She sat down, using her legs to pin Michelle’s arms helplessly to the floor. Rebecca took a moment to bask in the panic that set into Michelle’s eyes as she realised what was about to happen. Without further ado, Rebecca facesat Michelle. She rocked back and forth, slowly at first before building a tremendous pace, only stopping when she was fully satisfied.
When Rebecca had finally finished with Michelle’s now-dishevelled face, she leaned down to the superstar’s ear and whispered: “I own you. And the night is still young.”
Defeated, humiliated and now claimed by her impossibly smug rival, the semi-conscious Michelle could do nothing but accept the truth of this proclamation. She was left as nothing more than a mess on the floor, the acclaim of her performance in Batman Returns serving as little comfort indeed in the face of complete subservience to her conqueror.
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Sydney Sweeney VS Kelly Brook
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"You're in over your head, miss tits!" the haughty brunette shouted, hands on her hips as she made her way towards the center of the ring, smirking at her panting opponent before her. Kelly Brook's large, English tits bounced with each movement she made, drawing the gaze of every onlooker in the room. With each sway of her hips, she seemed to taunt the laws of physics themselves, her hefty boobs defying the passage of time and the law of gravity. The crowd was almost all American, with a few of her supporters having made the trip across the pond to watch their girl in action. As such, she was both the underdog and the unfavourite, but Kelly didn't give a damn about being either. She only planned to prove she was still worthy of competing with the best, and who better to demonstrate that point than America's latest angel herself: Sydney Sweeney.
Sydney's own large breasts heaved with each breath, her eyes locked onto Kelly's as she prepared another go, lunging back at the brunette beauty. With a swift sidestep, Kelly evaded Sweeney's pounce as the blonde's tits barely grazed across her own.
Seizing the opportunity, Kelly retaliated by swinging her tits back in an arch, her globes colliding with the side of Sydney's right boob with a resounding thud that shook the smaller pair upon impact. Syd staggered backward with a yelp, momentarily stunned by the force of the impact.
Before she could react to the counterattack, her doe eyes widened in realization as she saw Kelly coming towards her, those big juggs billowing bare-naked for all to appreciate. Sweeney braced herself and arched her tits out, attempting to meet Kelly's boobs head-on in a desperate bid to gain the upper hand.
Kelly's big tits crashed into the blonde's as the two pairs mushroomed together. For a brief moment, it seemed as though Sydney might hold her own as her younger breasts strained against Kelly's huge rack. Sydney gritted her teeth and pushed back against Kelly's tits, fighting to maintain her ground as the two women pushed their best assets against one another in a bout of pride. The audience cheered for the blonde as Sydney breathed heavily, grinding Kelly's fat tits harder with her own pair as she gave the crowd a show to remember.
The busty British beauty pulled back after a few seconds, creating some distance between the two women, and relief seemed to wash over Sweeney's face. Both pairs of tits were beginning to redden, one pair more than the other by a thin margin. Both pairs wobbled as they separated from contact with the other. Kelly lifted her breasts again to drop them down on Sydney's, but Sydney was clever; she swung her tits in an upward arc, aiming for the soft, juicy underside of Kelly's hefty boobs. The impact landed and one woman groaned... and it wasn't the English beauty. The impact of the collision sent a jolt of pain through Sydney's chest, momentarily stunning the young contender. Kelly's huge juggs barely even moved, and it became increasingly clear that Sydney Sweeney was up against an opponent whose assets were truly in a league of their own.
"Ughhhhhh..." Syd groaned as another massive shot rocked her boobs, the sound of impact echoing through the room. Sweeney groaned as her lovely cleavage was pushed upward from the force of the strike, but rather than pulling away, she fought through the discomfort as she focused on grinding away at the brunette's oversized boobs.
Sydney used Kelly's wrists to pull the brunette beauty into her; her proud tits seemed to almost disappear into Kelly's huge juggs as they tried to spread the English model's pair out slightly, earning a low grunt from Brook as Sydney's tits attempted to burrow against her cleavage, "Hah... now I got your fat fucking tits right where I want them!" she snarled at the Brit as she emphasized the curse with another shove.
Her smaller, but amply firm breasts burrowed deeper between Brook's tits. Kelly's tits were finally giving, albeit barely, as Sydney continued to bury her tits deeper into the brunette's plentiful titflesh. However, the movement came to a sudden halt when Sydney's tits met the thick flesh beneath the surface of Kelly's large rack. Kelly's inner boob tissue successfully resisted the invasion attempt as Sydney let out a low groan.
Sydney's tits were big enough that they had Brook's huge boobs pushed apart considerably, but other than that, the Page 3 cover girl's rack held their shape just fine, refusing to yield any more ground to the blonde's firm hooters. Kelly's larger and fuller boobs held Sydney's tits at bay as the two women groaned. Sydney grunted as she pushed in with her shoulders, causing Kelly's jugs to balloon subtly as she readied herself for a second wi--
But before she could, Kelly's arms snaked around Syd's waist and clamped her in a tight bearhug! Brook's lean muscles becoming defined as she pulled Sydney's tits flat against her own pair. Sweeney twisted and struggled, but Kelly was no stranger to the titfighting scene. She knew that first step in flattening a big pair like Syd's was taking away her leverage.
"You got heart, kiddo," Kelly leaned in as her fearsome frontage pushed up against Sydney's tits, mushrooming the blonde's famous pair for the entire world to see, "But it takes more than heart to crush perfect tits like mine, and the most overrated milkers in America just ain't got it!" The trapped blonde groaned as Kelly pressed her big melons down on Syd's softened boobs, causing the tops of the blonde's tits to dent and compress as Kelly grinned.
As the heavy pair began to squish Sydney's boobs quickly, the younger blonde's arms moved in desperation to Kelly's shoulders in an attempt to break the Brit's tit-crushing embrace. Sweeney let out a long moan as their boobs mashed tighter together, her smaller pair pressing into the bigger rack of the British woman. Sydney fought against the Brit's tight squeeze for a few minutes, before her shoulders finally relaxed and her arms slumped down to the sides. Kelly dropped her to the mat and picked up the blonde's pink frilly bra which the Brit had stripped off early in the fight. The model attempted to put the bra on as the audience booed her. The straps dug into Kelly's skin as the bra struggled to lift up her tits. Brook swung her arms behind her head and arched her back out slowly, and the crowd was silenced as the proud double-D bra groaned and quickly tore with an audible snap.
Kelly tossed the broken garment aside and stuck up a middle finger to the crowd before leaving, "This is your new Kate Upton? The bitch couldn't flatten me at 24 and she sure as hell didn't flatten me at 44!"
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2009 - Gwyneth Paltrow (37) vs Scarlett Johansson (25)
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"There's nothing impressive about what you do, it's all made up."
Gwyneth's own words were stuck in her mind as she struggled on the floor of the boxing ring. It was only a short while after filming the famous scene in Iron Man 2, with Scarlett Johansson's character 'Natalie' easily taking down Jon Favreau's Happy Hogan. The assembled crew were full of praise for Johansson by the time the shot was complete, but Gwyneth let her jealousy get the better of her and threw a catty remark at the younger woman, albeit quietly enough that no-one else would hear it. She'd expected Scarlett to be cowed in the face of her put-down, but to her surprise she was pulled into a tight hug, which the crew took to be a sign of the two actresses bonding. Only Paltrow herself heard Scarlett's whispered response.
"Want to put that to the test?"
It wasn't long before the set was cleared, and Gwyneth and Scarlett made excuses to stay behind on their own. As soon as the door shut, Scarlett was climbing back into the boxing ring, beckoning Paltrow to follow her - an offer that the older actress, foolishly, accepted. It quickly became clear that she was outmatched, as Scarlett easily brought her down to the mats and replicated her earlier performance, snapping her toned legs around Paltrow's head and pulling her arm across the mat to pin her. Gwyneth's free hand grabbed at Scarlett's legs, but it was a futile gesture; she had no hope in pulling free now. Scarlett bent her legs at the knee, encircling Gwyneth's face with her thigh on one side and her calf on the other, squeezing the older woman's cheeks as her face turned red.
"Ok... I'm sorry... you've made... your point..." Gwyneth gasped, tapping a hand desperately against Scarlett's knee, but her tormentor showed no mercy, simply watching her face with a hint of a smirk forming on her lips. It didn't last long but it felt like an eternity, as Paltrow's writhing body started to slow and her eyes rolled back into her head. Scarlett parted her legs and stood up, letting the now unconscious Gwyneth's head thump against the mat. She looked down at her with disdain, nudging her head with one foot to make sure she was out; Paltrow's head lolled to the other side.
"That's what you get, you stuck-up bitch," Scarlett murmured to herself as she climbed out of the ring.
2012 - Gwyneth Paltrow (40) vs Rebecca Hall (31)
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It wasn't long before Gwyneth Paltrow found herself jealous of another MCU castmate: her multi-movie partnership with Robert Downey Jr. seemed to bleed into her real life, as she grew to resent seeing other women flirting with 'her' Tony Stark. Rebecca Hall, an English actress who played an old fling of Stark's in Iron Man 3, was the latest to unknowingly earn her ire. Gwyneth went out of her way to make Rebecca feel unwelcome: 'accidently' closing doors in her face, dropping catty comments, and deliberately bumping her every time the two women passed each other. It was one such incident that finally brought the one-sided rivalry to a head, as Gwyneth barged into the younger woman in the bathrooms hard enough to knock her back, and Rebecca decided she had had enough of the poor treatment.
Surprisingly, no-one heard the cries of fury and pain as the two women clashed, though their voices echoed around the empty bathroom. Despite their similar heights, Paltrow's bark proved worse than her bite as she was manhandled around the room, shoved up against the walls of the stalls before being pinned face-down on the floor by the stronger Rebecca straddling her back. She kicked her legs futilely she found her head lifted roughly off the floor by the hand tangled in her hair.
"Now leave me alone," Rebecca hissed, yanking on Paltrow's locks to emphasise her point; the defeated actress didn't say anything, but simply squeezed her eyes shut and nodded desperately. Satisfied, Rebecca released her grip and left the room without another word.
2017 - Gwyneth Paltrow (45) vs Brie Larson (28), Elizabeth Olsen (28), and Evangeline Lilly (38)
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Gwyneth hadn't made herself popular on the set of Avengers: Endgame. Despite being away from the superhero game for a while, she returned to the franchise with an air of superiority, looking down on many of the other women to join the franchise after her, and dropping bitchy comments about their appearances. It was after a long day of shooting, during which she told Brie Larson "there's less substance in your acting than there is in your ass", that some of her castmates decided she needed a lesson in humility. As such, when she retired to her trailer, she found herself ambushed by the combined forces of Brie Larson, Elizabeth Olsen, and Evangeline Lilly.
She stood no chance; despite being the tallest in the room, Gwyneth was easily overpowered by each woman in turn, as they pinned, stretched, and slapped her into submission. Her cries for mercy went unheeded, all three of her tormentors having weeks of pent-up frustration that they were all too happy to release on her. Finally, the exhausted Gwyneth Paltrow found herself lying flat on her back; Evangeline Lilly had her legs tightly locked up, while Liz Olsen had dragged her arms over her head and was sitting firmly on them, smiling down at the trapped Gwyneth.
"What was it you were saying about my, uh, 'substance'?" Brie's voice penetrated her consciousness as the blonde stood over her, hiking up the yoga pants she'd worn for the occasion to emphasise the curve of her ass. She began to squat, and Gwyneth barely had time to register what was happening before that same ass was pressed down on her face. A moment later Brie brought her feet up to rest on Gwyneth's stomach, her full weight now smothering the older woman, who was helpless to resist as the others held her still. She was only vaguely aware of the sound of laughter as she struggled to breathe, finally passing into a blissful unconsciousness.
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2018 - Gwyneth Paltrow (46) vs Zendaya (22)
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Spider-Man: Far From Home could have been the Pepper Potts' swansong in the MCU, a cameo with a hefty paycheck to close out Phase 3. Unfortunately for Gwyneth Paltrow, her first day on set was to be her last as she clashed with young star Zendaya. The ever-oblivious Gwyneth was convinced she was a production assistant, and grew increasingly irate when her demands for a coffee were ignored. Finally, she snapped and grabbed the young woman by the shoulders, shoving her up against the wall and bashing her head against it. Zendaya saw red and responded in kind, her knee rising up to smash into the older woman's crotch and instantly turn the tide of the confrontation.
A one-sided fight followed, as Gwyneth once again found herself at the mercy of a stronger, younger woman; despite her attempts to claw and slap at Zendaya, she only succeeded in making her more determined to humiliate her opponent. It didn't take long for Paltrow's shirt to be ripped off and used as an improvised garrotte against her. Finally, spread-eagle on the floor, the defeated Gwyneth tapped her hand against the floor to indicate her surrender. But Zendaya wasn't through with her yet.
Gwyneth was unable to resist as Zendaya sat hard on her upper back, squishing her chest against the floor. The young actress took a moment to remove her shoes and peel off her socks before tucking her feet underneath Gwyneth's face, naked soles facing up. Paltrow tried to turn away but Zendaya shifted backward to sit on the back of her head and forcibly push her face into the waiting soles. Gwyneth closed her eyes and tried to scream for help, but her cries were muffled by Zendaya's feet. Then, as she felt things couldn't get worse, there was a sudden sharp, stinging slap against her ass cheek, then another, then another. Tears in her eyes, Gwyneth Paltrow found herself being completely dominated by her opponent, smothered in her feet as Zendaya spanked her ass.
She didn't return to the film after that day.
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Famke Janssen VS Karen Gillan
Of course they noticed each other. Theirs were the only legs at the event that could compete with each other. Her passion for fighting re-ignited by her recent wins over Sophie Turner, Famke was itching for another scrap and Karen had proved an all too willing combatant.
Famke grunted as the smirking Scot pinned her wrists to the floor. She wasn’t used to being overmatched like this and a fury to reverse her predicament burned within her.
“You’ve bitten off more than you can chew this time,” said Karen. “What will your friends at the old folks home think of you now?”
But Famke didn’t take kindly to such mockery. She managed to free her right hand and grab a fistful of Karen’s red hair. She pulled the younger woman down on top of her and delivered some clubbing blows to her back with her free hand.
The two women gritted their teeth as they struggled, neither giving an inch. Karen once more seized Famke’s wrists, but it was their lower bodies where the real action was taking place. Famke’s long legs kicked at those of the redhead, who maintained her position atop the older woman. Eventually, Karen was able to grapevine her own legs around the Dutchwoman’s forcing them painfully apart.
“These old legs aren’t up to the challenge, grandma,” hissed Karen, confident in the strength and length of her own gams to overcome anyone’s.
Famke relished the opportunity to overcome the cocky Scot and her overrated legs. She summoned all her strength in her legs and squeezed, determined to put Karen firmly in her place.
And nothing. Karen’s legs didn’t budge an inch.
“Is that it?” she scoffed in Famke’s face. Karen was greatly amused by the look of panic that crossed Famke's features. She had never felt so helpless before. It was one thing to lose a fight, but for her proud legs to be defeated was a greater humiliation altogether. “This is what a real pair of legs can do,” Famke heard Karen declare.
Keeping her tight grapevines applied to both legs, Karen pulled her legs further and further apart. Famke began crying out in pain but still Karen seemed able to extend her endless legs. When they finally reached full extension, Famke was in incredible pain.
“What do you say?” asked Karen. There was a long pause before Famke choked out a response.
“You win,” she said finally. Her arms were pinned, her legs were trapped and she was face to face with the smug victor on top of her. There really was no disguising her defeat.
“No, no, no,” chided Karen in mocking baby voice. She leaned in closer so her red hair was tickling Famke’s face. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
Famke feigned ignorance, but Karen wasn’t going to spell it out for her. They both knew what the Scot wanted. Karen just kept her hold cinched in until she heard the inevitable reply.
“Your legs are better,” mumbled Famke.
“Louder.”
“Your legs are better!” it was almost a screech this time.
“And don't you fucking forget it,” growled Karen. She finally released her foe and rose. “That’s what happens when you fight women half your age, honey. Maybe stick to your knitting next time, yeah?”
Famke had to endure the taunts of the winner. She curled into the fetal position to nurse her strained legs. She lay there snivelling for a while, unable to process such a thorough defeat.
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1960: Grace Kelly VS Elizabeth Taylor
Grace looked up at her husband from her vulnerable position. She hoped he knew it was all for him. She saw him watching silently, almost transfixed by the catfight as she knew he would be. She wasn’t much of a fighter herself, but had decided to try it for him. And when Elizabeth Taylor had strutted into their palace, cleavage on display, Grace thought she had found the perfect opponent. Alas, she wasn’t much of a fighter at all.
Grace felt Liz’s foot stomp on her back. She squealed but before she knew it, Liz was sitting on her. Grace had no idea how to counter any of this and her eyes met Rainer’s in a desperate plea. Liz reached down and grabbed a chinlock on Grace, wrenching her neck back painfully.
“You feeble little thing,” laughed Elizabeth. For fun, she complimented her chinlock with hair-pulling, face-slapping and even nose-pinching just to show that she could. To show that she was in control.
Grace thrashed her limbs about uselessly, with any impact made on Elizabeth completely useless. She was just about to submit when Liz altered her hold, no longer holding Grace by the chin but with two fingers in each side of her mouth.
The fishhook hold not only prevented her from submitting, it was excruciating as well! She was overcome by the pain and the embarrassment of the situation and could feel tears begin to roll down her cheeks when Liz leaned in next to her ear.
“Listen here, my little Disgrace,” whispered Elizabeth so only Grace could hear her. “We both know I have a certain… reputation. What can I say? I like men. I have beaten you up and I can steal your husband if I want. Just ask Debbie Reynolds!” she added with a giggle.
Grace’s eyes widened in fear at the implication here.
“I’m sure you don’t want that,” continued Liz as Grace shook her head. “In that case, I’ll just take this as compensation.”
Elizabeth let Grace’s head drop and took her left hand instead. She slid the priceless diamond wedding ring off her finger and took it for herself. She stood up, admiring the jewel and thinking it would make a fine addition to her collection.
“I submit!” cried an emotional Grace once she got her breath back. Not that anybody needed to be told at this stage.
“Sorry to disappoint you Rainer, but I won’t be staying for dinner,” said Elizabeth as though nothing extraordinary had happened. “And if you ever want this back, Grace,” she indicated the ring. “Just tell me when you want round 2.”
She never dared.
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AGW MAIN EVENT: MILA KUNIS VS LACEY CHABERT
The crowd roared in approval as Mila marched around the ring, Lacey's body limp against Mila's powerful assault. Lacey’s cute white ass cheeks clapped with each resounding slap, but just as Mila flung herself across her for the leg hook for the three, Lacey mustered an Amazonian burst of strength, thrusting her shoulder off the canvas and breaking the pinfall. The referee’s hand slapped the mat for the third time, but it was too late; Lacey had escaped defeat.
The audience erupted in a deafening roar, their cheers and applause shaking the arena walls. On the canvas, Lacey drew ragged breaths, her eyes locked with Mila’s in a silent challenge. Despite her narrow escape, she refused to back down. Mila's eyes widened in momentary disbelief as Lacey's fingers dug into the mat, her body shaking with the effort to rise. Frustration and hatred blazed in Mila's gaze, fixed on Lacey's determined face as she swayed on her knees. Mila shook her head, her mouth a hard line as she watched her opponent's unyielding resolve.
Despite the pain, Lacey refused to give in, her fierce determination etched in every strained muscle. Mila, on the other hand, seethed with a volatile mix of emotions. She had come so close to victory, only to have it snatched away at the last possible moment. As Lacey finally managed to push herself to her feet, Mila clenched her fists, her jaw set with renewed purpose. This fight was far from over, and she was ready to unleash her fury on the woman who had dared to challenge her dominance.
Lacey's gaze locked onto Mila's, the intensity in her eyes searing through the haze of pain and exhaustion that enveloped her. Sweat poured from her brow, stinging her eyes and blurring her vision, but she refused to look away. Her chest heaved with the exertion of each ragged breath, her breasts swelling.
"I will fight you until my last breath, Mila," she spat, her voice hoarse but unwavering. The words hung in the air between them, a challenge that rang with defiance and determination.
Despite the agony that wracked her body, Lacey stood tall, her chin raised in a display of unyielding spirit. Mila's eyes narrowed, her muscles coiled in anticipation as she prepared to meet Lacey's challenge head-on.
The crowd held their breath, the tension palpable as they waited to see which of these fierce warriors would emerge victorious in this grueling battle of wills.
As Mila’s grip tightened, Lacey felt the world spinning around her. Her vision blurred, and her lungs screamed for air. Gasping, she could only manage shallow, desperate breaths. Her limbs, once strong and agile, grew heavy and uncooperative, like a puppet with cut strings.
The roar of the crowd transformed into a distant rumble, muffled by the pounding in her ears. Shadows encroached on the edges of her vision, threatening to engulf her entirely. Realizing she could hold out no longer, she mustered the last of her strength.
Lacey’s hand, trembling with the effort, rose from the mat. With a feeble yet determined tap, she signaled her submission—an admission of defeat that seemed to echo throughout the arena. Mila released her, leaving Lacey to collapse in a heap, her body spent and her spirit shattered.
Lacey's body fell to the mat, a lifeless heap of a stripped-naked and dominated bitch. The crowd erupted in cheers as Lacey lay there, unresponsive and vulnerable, a pool of drool collecting beneath her slack jaw.
Mila stepped back, her gaze sweeping over the scene with a smug sense of satisfaction. The referee knelt beside Lacey, checking for signs of consciousness, but there were none to be found. With a wave of her hand, she signaled for the staff to intervene.
Two staff members entered the ring, roughly grabbing Lacey's barely breathing limp form and dragging her off. Her body left a faint trail of sweat and saliva on the mat as they hauled her away, her dignity stripped away along with her consciousness.
Mila stood tall, her triumph evident in the defiant set of her shoulders and the fierce gleam in her eyes. She had emerged victorious, and the crowd reveled in her dominance.
As Mila regains her composure, the crowd's cheers reach a crescendo. Lacey’s unconscious body is unceremoniously dragged up the ramp, her legs and arms dangling like a rag doll's. The audience, caught up in the excitement, begin to toss cups, popcorn, and other debris onto Lacey’s prone form.
Mila looks on, a triumphant smirk playing across her lips as Lacey is treated like human garbage. The crowd's roar grows louder still, their delight palpable as they turn Lacey’s limp body into a makeshift trashcan.
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Billie Eilish VS Kat Dennings
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In the mud pit, Billie Eilish and Kat Dennings grappled, their tits compressed at an unusual standstill for either of them. Kat's 34DDs were locked up tight against Billie's 32DDs. Billie's pair, while begrudgingly a touch smaller than Kat's, still packed a wallop that had taken Hollywood by storm lately. They boasted a firmness most other 22-year-olds only dreamed to have, which had the 37-year-old Dennings forced into playing defensive for once. Kat's juggs were never usually rocked this hard and were feeling the heat like never before as both girls slammed their tits together in an attempt to brute force the other pair flat. With a determined war-cry, Billie lunged forward as her wrecking balls slammed into Kat's from below. Billie's were big enough to almost knock Kat's rack up into her own face as Dennings was staggered backwards. She lost her balance, tumbling into the mud with a hefty splash that displaced mud across the first row of the crowd of rich, snobby elites.
Billie climbed on top, her bra busters dragging over Kat's as she pinned the brunette's shoulders down beneath the mud. The crowd watched in awe as Billie leaned forward, her ample breasts squaring up firmly against Kat's huge juggs as she used her smaller but effective frame to pin Dennings in the mud. The mud oozed around them as they grappled, barely able to get purchase on one another as their hands slipped and their big tits slid across one another's. Billie's breasts slowly buried Kat's in the sludgy depths; Kat's cleavage filled with mud as Billie's tits exerted their relentless pressure. With each passing moment, Kat's globes sank deeper into the pit, before finally vanishing beneath the surface as Billie's fearsome frontage proved too heavy to turn back. A collective gasp escaped the crowd as they watched in astonishment, the sight of Kat's tits disappearing beneath the muddy prison sending waves - metaphorical ones, this time - throughout the crowded venue.
"Urghhhhhhhhh!" Kat groaned as her tits visible flattened under Billie's.
"I'm sinking your battleships, you big-titted cow," Billie hissed as Kat strained beneath her, her tits trying to push Billie's up as the mud rippled underneath the younger girl's. Billie leaned in closer, her breath hot against Kat's ear, sending shivers down the actress's spine as she whispered huskily, "Oh, come on, bitch - my tits are too heavy to move, even for a fat pair like yours. You're fifteen years too late to this fight and it's time to bury the trash!"
As Kat's tits strained to push out of the mud, they encountered a formidable obstacle in the form of Billie's stubborn udders. Kat rolls her shoulders, summoning every ounce of strength as she tries to push up against Billie's tits. But Billie's boobs were not just firm, but heavy as hell, and being on top only added to her advantage. Kat's boobs remained trapped beneath the surface, unable to break free from their muddy prison. She grunted with effort as she tried to arch her back, her large bazookas straining beneath the combined weight of the mud as well as Billie's steamrollers pressing down upon them. Despite her best efforts, Kat found herself unable to gain leverage as her once-infallible 34DDs strained against a pair over a decade younger.
It was a sight not many had ever seen; Kat Dennings, groaning with effort, her tits compressing against another, younger pair. as she attempted to hold back Billie's big tits with her own. The mud splashed around them, adding to the intensity of the struggle as Kat fought to break out of the pin. Billie was no fucking slouch, as much as she hated to admit to herself. Kat's frustration had reached its peak; trying to move Billie's big melons felt like hitting a brick wall - both physically and metaphorically. No matter how hard she pushed or squirmed, those mountains of flesh weren't budging an inch; they might as well have been mud-capped peaks as Kat's tits continued to sink into the mud. It was a humbling moment for Kat, who was used to crushing even the most challenging juggs in the biz.
But just as she was about to succumb to defeat, a spark of inspiration struck her in the face. If she couldn't bring her tits out of the mud... she'd bring Billie's down there instead! Without hesitation, Kat wrapped her arms tightly around Billie's waist, forcibly pulling Eilish down into the mud with her! Billie let out a quick gasp, trying to lift up as she felt mud seep into her dark locks. Their tits crushed together as both fighters sunk into the pit, completely submerged as their grunts ceased and were replaced with just sloshing earth. The crowd held their breath, anticipation hanging as they waited to see who would emerge the victor - if either would emerge at all. It was a moment of uncertainty as everyone held their breaths in spirit. It felt like an eternity as a full minute passed... a bubble here, a bubble there, but otherwise the mud stayed calm...
...before suddenly, it was Kat Dennings who emerged from the depths of the mud pit first! With a triumphant gasp, she burst through the surface, her massive chest heaving as she gulped in the fresh air like it was going out of style. Her hair was matted with mud, sticking to her forehead and cheeks as she shook her head in an attempt to disperse it. Her big tits shook with each movement, caked in a layer of mud, they were just as much a sight to behold as anytime. Despite the challenge they were pitted against, they remained firm and proudly standing. Breathing heavily, she reached down back into the sludge and, with a strong tug, pulled Billie's weak body out of the pool by her muddled locks. With a grunt of effort, Kat slung Billie over the edge of the mud pit.
She pulled herself up on top of her and dropped her patented cannons on top of Billie's barely-conscious face. Billie feebly pawed at Kat's shoulders but she was much too weak to do a damn thing to stop Kat's 'Juggs of Mass Double-D-Struction'! Billie's muffled protests were completely engulfed by the massive titflesh sealed across her face. Kat spoke up over Billie's screams as the ref leaned over to start his three-count.
"This bitch has some big ol' pipes... so don't stop till you hit fifteen... one for each year I've got on her!"
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Taylor Swift VS Kylie Jenner
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On the eve of her new album release, a fight unfolded between two of Hollywood's biggest names: Taylor Swift and Kylie Jenner. The air was thick with tension as the pop sensation and the reality star locked eyes across the ring. Kylie, being ever the bitch, decided to make the battle all about their legs. She wanted to crush Taylor's infamous gams with her own on one of Swift's most memorable nights. As they locked their legs together in a mutual body scissors, the crowd erupted into cheers, eager to see which famous starlet would emerge victorious. Taylor's legs, once slender, had filled out over the years, becoming strong and toned. And Kylie, known for her busty and curvaceous figure, had a lower body that were always formidable.
Their faces contorted with exertion as they poured every ounce of energy into their shared leg squeeze. Their legs trembled as they squeezed against each other, neither woman willing to admit defeat. Taylor's face contorted in pain as she struggled to match Kylie's initial strength, her head thrown back as she grunted with effort. Despite her best efforts, she could feel herself losing ground as her legs weakened between Kylie's relentless thighs as she clenched her teeth. Kylie wore her trademark smirk as she exerted her dominance, her thighs pumping with power as she squeezed Taylor tighter and tighter. Kylie was shorter and thicker, but damn, the girl had a lower body that wasn't just built to look good - it was built to dominate, just like her sisters.
"Got you now, you scrawny bitch, and with your own move too!" Kylie hissed as she threw her hair back to get a better look at the mewling blonde, a wide evil grin on her face as she realised she was owning Taylor Swift's legs with her own pair, "You're so damn pathetic - a pair of B cup tits, no ass worth even a second glance, and soon... no more famous legs!" Kylie's thighs tensed as she went to finish the blonde with one last squeeze.
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"You're lucky you have a decent voice, bitch, because when it comes to your body, you're-- you're--"
Suddenly... Kylie stopped talking.
Taylor's thighs - toned and strong from years of working the stage, and her recent Eras tour earned some thanks as well in that department - began to overpower Kylie's as Taylor's head flicked down to meet Kylie's eyes with pure venom. With a grunt of effort from the blonde, the crowd gasped at the sudden musculature of Swift’s lower body as the statuesque stunner began to flex her strong legs in a terrifying second wind. The lean muscles of the blonde's limbs became even more visible as she applied substantial pressure on Kylie's rapidly-outmatched legs, drawing a low-pitched groan from the brunette as Jenner's own gams trembled trying to maintain their ground. Yet, despite her best efforts, it soon became clear who was now holding the upper hand. Taylor's thighs were relentless, tightening around Kylie's as the younger woman struggled to keep squeezing back. Taylor, at first only offering enough of a squeeze to resist Jenner's viscous pressure, now decided to give the bitch a taste of what happens when you push a country gal too damn far. It was time to unleash the squeeze.
The reality star let out a strained gasp, her own legs beginning to tremble with exhaustion as they loosened around Swift's. In a final bid to establish her victory, Taylor lifted her hips and ass into the air, adding even more pressure to her already crushing scissors. Kylie finally cried out in defeat, unable to withstand the onslaught of Taylor's powerful legs any longer as she beat on the mat. Taylor's voice echoed through the room as she taunted Kylie, her tone dripping with arrogance as she yelled over Kylie's anguish.
"You Kardashians are just a bunch of has-beens with fake tits and expensive asses trying to whore your way back into the limelight," Taylor snarled, her grip increasing around Kylie's tortured legs, "I may not have your bodies, but I've got more talent in one fucking pinky than your whole damn clan combined. I'm Taylor goddamn Swift and it's time to...
take.
out.
the.
fucking.
TRASH."
"NNNNGGGGHHHHHUUHHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!" Kylie thrashed as the billionaire bitch clawed desperately at Taylor's thighs, begging for relief from the relentless pressure that felt like her legs were caught in a trash compactor. But Taylor showed no mercy, her thighs pulsating with power as she squeezed even harder. As Kylie's thrashing intensified, Taylor's sadistic grin widened, her eyes gleaming maliciously - very similar to the gleaming looks like the Kardashians would give their own prey. Taylor's legs pushed progressively inward as they clenched around Kylie's upper thighs. With each pained gasp that escaped Kylie's lips, Taylor's grip tightened further, her wicked legs exerting an unyielding pressure that threatened to separate Jenner's lower body from the rest of her.
Soon, Kylie's legs had gone limp, her eyes closed as she felt the world pulse around her. She weakly tapped on Taylor's still-squeezing legs until the blonde finally let her go when she heard security begin to shuffle behind her. As Taylor's legs lifted, Kylie found herself unable to stand up on her own as her own amazing legs had been rendered numb.
Taylor stood over her with her arms crossed as the crowd cheered her name, while the EMTs loaded Jenner onto a stretcher and wheeled her out of the arena. Her new album dropped an hour later and crushed records even more than Taylor had crushed the first of many future victims. She was back.
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Goldie Hawn vs Suzanne Somers: Cage Match
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Golide’s arms were splayed out at her sides, her hands open and empty. Her legs were stretched out, one knee bent slightly. Her cinnamon-painted toenails had chips and scratches from kicking and stomping Suzanne, and only her light-green panties remained on her body. Her chest rose and fell slowly, the only sign that she was still alive. Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of pain and exhaustion. Sweat rolled off of her body and around the curves of the young woman’s tiny but tasty-looking tits.
Suzanne lay on her stomach in the center of the ring, her arms outstretched towards the ropes. Her face was pressed against the mat making the ring a makeup-smeared mess mixed with her sweat. Her back was covered in bruises and welts, and her pink bra was her only piece of modesty left after having her panties ripped off and her pussy destroyed.
She stabbed her nails into the mat, pulling towards the ropes. It was a slow and painful process, but she was determined to get to her feet and continue the fight. Her limbs burned.
Earlier in the match, Suzanne and Goldie had been in an all-out war. They had exchanged a series of punishing blows, each more brutal than the last. Goldie had connected with a vicious chair shot that had left Suzanne reeling. But Suzanne had retaliated with a steel-folding chair of his own, landing a thunderous blow that had Goldie seeing stars. Finally, the two had collided with a double clothesline that had sent them both crashing to the mat. They lay motionless for several long moments, neither one able to muster the strength to rise.
Suzanne finally reached the ropes. Her vision was blurry, and his head spun, but she was determined to continue the fight.
She was dimly aware of the crowd escalation.
But the cheers weren’t for her necessarily…
What she didn't realize was that Goldie staggered to her feet; She threw her fragmented body at Suzanne.
Suzanne’s head propelled into the cage wall; she collapsed to the mat; Goldie was in no better condition, as she had thrown herself into the attack with such force.
It seemed as if the fight was over, but their instinct for automatically hating their sex and being ultra-competitive against one another spurred them to continue this bloodbath.
They stumbled to their feet, their bodies barely responding to their will. And then they charged at each other, swinging wildly with every ounce of strength they had left. Punches landed with sickening thuds, sweat flying through the air. Suzanne landed a vicious hook to Goldman's jaw, sending her staggering backward.
But she quickly recovered, driving her knee into Suzanne’s gut.
They rose to their feet again and again, each time a little slower, a little more unsteady. But still, they fought on.
Goldie beat Suzanne into the corner turnbuckle, delivering strike after strike.
However, Suzanne quickly turned the tables and trapped her in the corner.
The battle raged on as they ascended the top turnbuckle together, exchanging blows while trying to maintain their balance.
Goldie gained the advantage with a thumb up Suzanne’s pussy. She power-bombed her from the top rope. Seizing the moment, Goldie rolled over across the naked, slick, and warm body of Suzanne and hooked her leg, and the referee counted to three, declaring Goldie the winner as she dropped Suzanne’s well-toned thigh (good old thigh master) back to mat with a thud.
She sat up, thanks to the adrenaline, and threw two fingers in the air as the crowd roared. She could be seen mouthing “2-0.”
1. Sissy Spacek by orgasm
2. Suzanne Somers by pin
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The Companion Gauntlet
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It had all seemed so innocent. Millie Gibson was on top of the world with her new main role in Doctor Who. She'd attended a photoshoot for the show's anniversary, where she met former companion Mandip Gill. The older actress had offered her some advice, and invited her to meet up a few days later in a gym in Cardiff, with the instruction "bring some workout clothes". Millie had agreed - after all, what could go wrong?
She'd discovered exactly what could go wrong when she showed up at the gym and found they weren't alone. Along with Mandip, Millie found herself face-to-face with six other women she knew but had never met, all dressed in some combination of sports bra, leggings, singlet, and shorts. Pearl Mackie, Jenna Coleman, Karen Gillan, Catherine Tate, Freema Agyeman, Billie Piper... all of whom had previous played companions on the show. They'd rented out the gym space for the afternoon for 'the Gauntlet', a hazing ritual that had started back in 2010. Karen Gillan, at that time the newest companion for the show, had been invited to the same gym by Tate, Agyeman, and Piper, who'd challenged her to wrestle each of them in turn; to their surprise, she'd overcome the challenge and made all three submit in turn. The challenge was extended to each new companion, with all her predecessors joining the ever-growing gauntlet, and now it was Millie's turn to take on all seven.
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The first round came to a close after around seven minutes of back-and-forth between Millie and Mandip. The younger actress fought hard, but she found herself caught in a sleeper hold from behind. As she struggled, Mandip's legs closed around her torso as well, just tight enough to hold her where she was. After a minute of trying and failing to free herself, Millie tapped out her first submission on Mandip's leg.
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The second submission followed about four minutes later. Millie struggled more against a fresh opponent, with Pearl more easily taking control of the fight. Millie ended up flat on her back, pinned down under Pearl's leg across her chest while her left arm was stretched in a tight armbar. Pearl enjoyed her position, her right foot resting firmly on Millie's head to press her cheek against the mat. The blonde kept up her struggles until Pearl lifted her hips off the mat, painfully wrenching the arm and scoring her submisison.
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By the end of the third round, Millie was already exhausted. Jenna dominated from the beginning, and by the end Millie was on her back yet again, this time with the feisty Jenna sat astride her. Millie's arms were pinned to her sides by Jenna's legs, and her head was held in the older woman's arms. She could tell Jenna was putting on a show for the others as she oh-so-slowly dragged Millie's face against her ample chest, completely smothering her airways. With her arms pinned, all Millie could do was desperately kick her legs, and the fight ended with her drifting into a blissful rest.
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The respite was short-lived as she faced off against the fearsome Karen Gillan almost as soon as she came around. Karen wasted no time in locking her long, strong legs around Millie's face. She lay back almost casually, hands behind her head, legs stretched out; Millie was on her front, her chin nestled against the redhead's crotch, cheeks squeezed in between the famous thighs. She gripped her opponents legs, already feeling light-headed and knowing she wasn't getting under her own power. Then suddenly Millie found her head moving as Karen lifted her hips on the mat and started properly squeezing the headscissor. Millie's shriek echoed around the large room, and the other six women shared empathetic looks; they'd all felt the power of those legs themselves. The round ended less than a minute after it began to desperate tapping.
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The next round was almost as quick. Despite an age gap of more than thirty years, Catherine easily manhandled the worn-out Millie, throwing her around the mat before straddling her back and pulling her by the chin into a rough camel clutch. Millie screamed out her submission verbally this time, unable to move her arms enough to tap out.
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Freema had toyed with Millie for a couple of minutes before dragging the exhausted blonde across the mat and tangling her up in a classic figure-four leglock. It almost looked like she wouldn't get a submission, her opponent now too tired to struggle, but that all changed once Freema leaned back and piled on the pressure. The pain seemed to temporarily jolt Millie back to life, just long enough to tap her hand on the mat, and her body slumped again as her legs were mercifully released.
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Millie had no fight left in her by the time Billie took to the mats, and Billie didn't waste anyone's time. She simply maneuvered the limp Millie into position, and sat her ass firmly on the younger woman's face before reaching forward to lift her legs and tuck them under her arms in a reverse matchbook pin. Millie couldn't muster up any resistance, her arms staying flopped weakly out on the mat as she was dominated, her nose wedged in Billie's ass crack as it was rubbed on her face. Sweet relief came, as before, with her slipping into unconsciousness.
The second time she came around was a much less painful affair: rather than being subjected to Karen Gillan's headscissors, Millie was instead congratulated by her opponents for making a good attempt, even though she lost every round. At least she knew she'd be on their team the next time someone face the gauntlet.
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1960: Grace Kelly VS Elizabeth Taylor
Grace looked up at her husband from her vulnerable position. She hoped he knew it was all for him. She saw him watching silently, almost transfixed by the catfight as she knew he would be. She wasn’t much of a fighter herself, but had decided to try it for him. And when Elizabeth Taylor had strutted into their palace, cleavage on display, Grace thought she had found the perfect opponent. Alas, she wasn’t much of a fighter at all.
Grace felt Liz’s foot stomp on her back. She squealed but before she knew it, Liz was sitting on her. Grace had no idea how to counter any of this and her eyes met Rainer’s in a desperate plea. Liz reached down and grabbed a chinlock on Grace, wrenching her neck back painfully.
“You feeble little thing,” laughed Elizabeth. For fun, she complimented her chinlock with hair-pulling, face-slapping and even nose-pinching just to show that she could. To show that she was in control.
Grace thrashed her limbs about uselessly, with any impact made on Elizabeth completely useless. She was just about to submit when Liz altered her hold, no longer holding Grace by the chin but with two fingers in each side of her mouth.
The fishhook hold not only prevented her from submitting, it was excruciating as well! She was overcome by the pain and the embarrassment of the situation and could feel tears begin to roll down her cheeks when Liz leaned in next to her ear.
“Listen here, my little Disgrace,” whispered Elizabeth so only Grace could hear her. “We both know I have a certain… reputation. What can I say? I like men. I have beaten you up and I can steal your husband if I want. Just ask Debbie Reynolds!” she added with a giggle.
Grace’s eyes widened in fear at the implication here.
“I’m sure you don’t want that,” continued Liz as Grace shook her head. “In that case, I’ll just take this as compensation.”
Elizabeth let Grace’s head drop and took her left hand instead. She slid the priceless diamond wedding ring off her finger and took it for herself. She stood up, admiring the jewel and thinking it would make a fine addition to her collection.
“I submit!” cried an emotional Grace once she got her breath back. Not that anybody needed to be told at this stage.
“Sorry to disappoint you Rainer, but I won’t be staying for dinner,” said Elizabeth as though nothing extraordinary had happened. “And if you ever want this back, Grace,” she indicated the ring. “Just tell me when you want round 2.”
She never dared.
That's fantastic. Poor Grace can't take her far larger stronger rival.
What about skinny Audrey Hepburn crushed by some big titted woman?
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Goldie Hawn vs Suzanne Somers: Cage Match
1. Sissy Spacek by orgasm
2. Suzanne Somers by pin
Hard fought victory for Goldie! As all good things come in threes: who will be her next opponent?
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Flashback 2002
Jennifer Connelly VS Jennifer Love Hewitt
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"Get your ass up, miss big boobs! I'm not done with you yet!"
The big-tit showdown continued as Jennifer Love Hewitt got to her feet, throwing back her hair as she panted heavily. Jen took a second to hike up her pink lace bra, which had been dragged through the gutter all night and now exposed not one, but two of her self-proclaimed 'best juggs in the bizz' for the whole stadium to gawk. Worst part was, Connelly had decided to copy her and dropped her own black bra, if only to prove to the world that hers were bigger than Hewitt's own by a hair. Hewitt slapped the brunette across the face as she reached her feet, before Connelly shoved both hands right up against Jen's tits, almost knocking them flat, causing the Party of Five girl's 34Cs to bounce rapidly as Hewitt fought to keep her balance.The two Jennifers locked eyes across the ring, their chests rising and falling as they circled the other like feral animals.
With a fierce growl, Connelly lunged forward, her shapely breasts threatening to engulf Hewitt's as the two sets of juggs mush together. Hewitt groaned as she arched her back, pushing against Connelly's shoulders to keep her opponent's formidable rack at bay. Connolly starts to rock her hips, grinding up against Hewitt's body as she keeps their tits sandwiched together.
With a smug grin plastered on her face as she feels her tits mashing up against Hewitt's, Connelly leans in closer as her hot breath tickles Hewitt's right ear as she whispers, "You ain't gettin' away from me, Lovey. My tits are gonna make your tits submit to them... and then you're going to submit to me." she threatens as she grinds her tits against Jennifer's bare naked juggs as both girls fall back to the mat.
Hewitt just barely avoids having Connelly's tits smack down on top of hers as they hit the ground. But now Connelly has the scream queen on the ground, straddling her as her legs frame Hewitt's waist to keep her in place. With a wicked grin, Connelly leans forward, her large tits dangling over Hewitt's face as the former admittedly takes her time to soak in the visual: Jennifer Love Hewitt, the big boobed it-girl of the 90s, about to go down to her own bigger tits.
Hewitt tries to push Connolly off, but the brunette is riding through each buck of Lovey's hips. She grabs onto Hewitt's wrists, holding them down against the mat as she lowers her tits closer and closer to Hewitt's face, "Come on, sweetheart," Connolly purrs, her voice a low, husky whisper as Hewitt inhales her perfume clinging to the ample breasts above her, "there's no shame in losing to a pair of tits like mine." Connelly was working overtime as she pulled Hewitt's face closer and closer to her looming bust above. Hewitt pushed on her opponent's shoulders, squirming, lifting, but her eyes didn't pry from those huge juggs inches from her face. Connelly's big tits were heaving with exertion as the prospect of being smothered was more ominous than ever for Love as she continued to fight.
"I can't believe I'm gonna jugg out miss famous tits herself! But now how am I gonna do it? I've always been a fan of the classic stuff-yer-head-into-my-boobs-and-watch-your-pretty-face-squirm... and I gotta say, I have more than enough jugg for you, miss big tits!" Connelly was giddy, like a girl on Christmas morning, which put Jen over the edge as the Barenaked singer jolted up in frustration.
"Oh my GOD, do you ever shut the f--mmmmppppphhhhhh!" Jen finally shouted back as she started to push upward... just as Connelly let out a grunt of effort and plunged forward, her boobs sealing Hewitt's face against them as the rest of the brunette's complaint was engulfed by Connelly's D cup rack. "Not when I'm havin' this much fun, darling," Connelly quips back as she presses her bare tits even deeper, silencing Hewitt's protests for good as she forces the latter's head back to the mat, "My juggs stopped your juggs, princess; looks like you can call me miss big tits now!" Hewitt's muffled protests are drowned out by the ample juggs engulfing her, and soon enough, she's struggling to breathe as her frantic movements give Connelly the satisfaction she oh-so-desperately had been waiting for.
The very last thing that Hewitt hears, besides the crowd chanting 'J-M-D! J-M-D!' in a progressively-loudening mantra, are her own muffled grunts as they are swallowed up by Connolly's big tits. Hewitt's second wind was snuffed out before it had a chance to blow.
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I would not mind seeing Taylor Swift defeat Kourtney, Khloe, and Kim Kardashian after these recent stories with Kylie and Kendall.
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Goldie Hawn vs Suzanne Somers: Cage Match
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Golide’s arms were splayed out at her sides, her hands open and empty. Her legs were stretched out, one knee bent slightly. Her cinnamon-painted toenails had chips and scratches from kicking and stomping Suzanne, and only her light-green panties remained on her body. Her chest rose and fell slowly, the only sign that she was still alive. Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of pain and exhaustion. Sweat rolled off of her body and around the curves of the young woman’s tiny but tasty-looking tits.
Suzanne lay on her stomach in the center of the ring, her arms outstretched towards the ropes. Her face was pressed against the mat making the ring a makeup-smeared mess mixed with her sweat. Her back was covered in bruises and welts, and her pink bra was her only piece of modesty left after having her panties ripped off and her pussy destroyed.
She stabbed her nails into the mat, pulling towards the ropes. It was a slow and painful process, but she was determined to get to her feet and continue the fight. Her limbs burned.
Earlier in the match, Suzanne and Goldie had been in an all-out war. They had exchanged a series of punishing blows, each more brutal than the last. Goldie had connected with a vicious chair shot that had left Suzanne reeling. But Suzanne had retaliated with a steel-folding chair of his own, landing a thunderous blow that had Goldie seeing stars. Finally, the two had collided with a double clothesline that had sent them both crashing to the mat. They lay motionless for several long moments, neither one able to muster the strength to rise.
Suzanne finally reached the ropes. Her vision was blurry, and his head spun, but she was determined to continue the fight.
She was dimly aware of the crowd escalation.
But the cheers weren’t for her necessarily…
What she didn't realize was that Goldie staggered to her feet; She threw her fragmented body at Suzanne.
Suzanne’s head propelled into the cage wall; she collapsed to the mat; Goldie was in no better condition, as she had thrown herself into the attack with such force.
It seemed as if the fight was over, but their instinct for automatically hating their sex and being ultra-competitive against one another spurred them to continue this bloodbath.
They stumbled to their feet, their bodies barely responding to their will. And then they charged at each other, swinging wildly with every ounce of strength they had left. Punches landed with sickening thuds, sweat flying through the air. Suzanne landed a vicious hook to Goldman's jaw, sending her staggering backward.
But she quickly recovered, driving her knee into Suzanne’s gut.
They rose to their feet again and again, each time a little slower, a little more unsteady. But still, they fought on.
Goldie beat Suzanne into the corner turnbuckle, delivering strike after strike.
However, Suzanne quickly turned the tables and trapped her in the corner.
The battle raged on as they ascended the top turnbuckle together, exchanging blows while trying to maintain their balance.
Goldie gained the advantage with a thumb up Suzanne’s pussy. She power-bombed her from the top rope. Seizing the moment, Goldie rolled over across the naked, slick, and warm body of Suzanne and hooked her leg, and the referee counted to three, declaring Goldie the winner as she dropped Suzanne’s well-toned thigh (good old thigh master) back to mat with a thud.
She sat up, thanks to the adrenaline, and threw two fingers in the air as the crowd roared. She could be seen mouthing “2-0.”
1. Sissy Spacek by orgasm
2. Suzanne Somers by pin
I think this one in particular would be a great match to watch.
I bet it would be sexy as hell if these two had a catfight back in the day over Kurt Russell. I bet it would get nasty.
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Flashback 2002
Jennifer Connelly VS Jennifer Love Hewitt
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"Get your ass up, miss big boobs! I'm not done with you yet!"
The big-tit showdown continued as Jennifer Love Hewitt got to her feet, throwing back her hair as she panted heavily. Jen took a second to hike up her pink lace bra, which had been dragged through the gutter all night and now exposed not one, but two of her self-proclaimed 'best juggs in the bizz' for the whole stadium to gawk. Worst part was, Connelly had decided to copy her and dropped her own black bra, if only to prove to the world that hers were bigger than Hewitt's own by a hair. Hewitt slapped the brunette across the face as she reached her feet, before Connelly shoved both hands right up against Jen's tits, almost knocking them flat, causing the Party of Five girl's 34Cs to bounce rapidly as Hewitt fought to keep her balance.The two Jennifers locked eyes across the ring, their chests rising and falling as they circled the other like feral animals.
With a fierce growl, Connelly lunged forward, her shapely breasts threatening to engulf Hewitt's as the two sets of juggs mush together. Hewitt groaned as she arched her back, pushing against Connelly's shoulders to keep her opponent's formidable rack at bay. Connolly starts to rock her hips, grinding up against Hewitt's body as she keeps their tits sandwiched together.
With a smug grin plastered on her face as she feels her tits mashing up against Hewitt's, Connelly leans in closer as her hot breath tickles Hewitt's right ear as she whispers, "You ain't gettin' away from me, Lovey. My tits are gonna make your tits submit to them... and then you're going to submit to me." she threatens as she grinds her tits against Jennifer's bare naked juggs as both girls fall back to the mat.
Hewitt just barely avoids having Connelly's tits smack down on top of hers as they hit the ground. But now Connelly has the scream queen on the ground, straddling her as her legs frame Hewitt's waist to keep her in place. With a wicked grin, Connelly leans forward, her large tits dangling over Hewitt's face as the former admittedly takes her time to soak in the visual: Jennifer Love Hewitt, the big boobed it-girl of the 90s, about to go down to her own bigger tits.
Hewitt tries to push Connolly off, but the brunette is riding through each buck of Lovey's hips. She grabs onto Hewitt's wrists, holding them down against the mat as she lowers her tits closer and closer to Hewitt's face, "Come on, sweetheart," Connolly purrs, her voice a low, husky whisper as Hewitt inhales her perfume clinging to the ample breasts above her, "there's no shame in losing to a pair of tits like mine." Connelly was working overtime as she pulled Hewitt's face closer and closer to her looming bust above. Hewitt pushed on her opponent's shoulders, squirming, lifting, but her eyes didn't pry from those huge juggs inches from her face. Connelly's big tits were heaving with exertion as the prospect of being smothered was more ominous than ever for Love as she continued to fight.
"I can't believe I'm gonna jugg out miss famous tits herself! But now how am I gonna do it? I've always been a fan of the classic stuff-yer-head-into-my-boobs-and-watch-your-pretty-face-squirm... and I gotta say, I have more than enough jugg for you, miss big tits!" Connelly was giddy, like a girl on Christmas morning, which put Jen over the edge as the Barenaked singer jolted up in frustration.
"Oh my GOD, do you ever shut the f--mmmmppppphhhhhh!" Jen finally shouted back as she started to push upward... just as Connelly let out a grunt of effort and plunged forward, her boobs sealing Hewitt's face against them as the rest of the brunette's complaint was engulfed by Connelly's D cup rack. "Not when I'm havin' this much fun, darling," Connelly quips back as she presses her bare tits even deeper, silencing Hewitt's protests for good as she forces the latter's head back to the mat, "My juggs stopped your juggs, princess; looks like you can call me miss big tits now!" Hewitt's muffled protests are drowned out by the ample juggs engulfing her, and soon enough, she's struggling to breathe as her frantic movements give Connelly the satisfaction she oh-so-desperately had been waiting for.
The very last thing that Hewitt hears, besides the crowd chanting 'J-M-D! J-M-D!' in a progressively-loudening mantra, are her own muffled grunts as they are swallowed up by Connolly's big tits. Hewitt's second wind was snuffed out before it had a chance to blow.
I've never thought of matching these two up before. I bet that would be a hall of a match up (on sooooo many levels, lol).
Perfect.
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Dakota Blue Richards VS Sarah Hyland
(reupload from 2018)
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"So, I guess third time isn't the charm!"
Both Dakota and Sarah bounded off of the ropes stretching around the ring, rushing toward one another with the momentum generated from the velvet cables. They collided chests-first, the impact echoing throughout the packed room as Hyland was sent flying backwards onto her ass. Dakota sneered as she made her way towards the downed brunette, kneeling down until her chest was level with the brunette's face. Her ample breasts were stuffed into a white lace bra much too small to have any business containing them, "Come on, sugar tits, you're embarrassing me here!"
Sarah could hardly breathe heavily as she stared at the generous cleavage being presented to her. Why the hell did she ever offer to take Ariel's place tonight? she thought to herself. Was all that blonde dye leaking into her cortex?
She never got a chance to dote on these questions any longer, as she felt herself hoisted upward by the straps of her own bra and shoved against the ropes. Backing away, Dakota positioned herself against the opposite side of the ring, wordlessly motioning for both girls to charge one another again. This time, Sarah put all her energy into the rush, crossing about a foot or more distance than Dakota was able to as they met just a hair off from the center of the ring. At the last second, Dakota took a leap to cover the remaining distance, jutting her breasts forward as they slapped against Hyland's with indomitable momentum.
"Fuck!" the petite blonde squealed as her breasts were absolutely flattened by Dakota's double D destroyers. She was knocked backwards on her ass for the fourth time this match, ultimately outgunned by the massive breasts of her opponent. Dakota slapped her tits with both hands as she crossed the ring to wear Sarah lay in a still daze. Dakota knelt down and seized Hyland by her hair, forcing the blonde to crane her neck as Dakota pulled her up to eye level. “P...Please!" the diminutive Hyland begins to weep as she stares into the deep cleavage of the buxom blonde, her face and chest burning from humiliation - and a lot of pain in the latter, “N-No more... I can't take anymore...” Her begging is cut off as Dakota thrusts her chest out against Sarah's deflated bust, the former's huge boobs easily eclipsing the latter's.
“There’s only one way you're getting out of this one, honey," Dakota sings, eyes flicking down to their heaving busts, "You're gonna bury that cute face in my juggs and beg me to knock you out."
Tears pour down Sarah's reddened cheeks as Dakota releases her hair. The crowd doesn't even hear the next words come from Sarah's mouth, but evidently they were good enough for Dakota; the blonde throws Sarah down to the mat and then plops down in front of her. She leans forward, her large chest immediately draping over Hyland's tear-stricken face as she relieves the blonde of oxygen. She smirks as Sarah bucks, squirms, kicks and struggles beneath her all-encompassing rack, until finally the smaller blonde's body runs out of steam and lays still beneath her. Dakota stands up and plants a foot atop Sarah's outmatched boobs, and strikes a pose as dozens of cameras flashes engulf her. She looked into one of the cameras pointed her way and cups her breasts with both hands, inaudibly challenging anyone to give them a better challenge.
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Jessica Alba turned 43 on Sunday! Here is the story of her long-running birthday feud with Eliza Dushku.
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2004: Jessica Alba’s 23rd Birthday
“Come on Jessie,” mocked Eliza as she mounted her prostrate opponent. “I thought you were meant to be the new It Girl.”
Eliza had invited herself to Jessica’s birthday bash hellbent on teaching her a lesson for eclipsing her own success. The brawl had been even at first, but Eliza had asserted herself ruthlessly the longer it had gone on.
Eliza laughed as she pulled Jessica’s hair cruelly and drove her left fist into the gut of the Dark Angel star but Jessica had other plans. With a tremendous effort, she managed to push her assailant off of her and roll away from the surprised Eliza.
“You’re… just a D-list bitch,” gasped Jessica as she hauled herself up using the nearby buffet table. “That’s all your irrelevant ass will ever be.”
Angered, Eliza approached again. She punched Jessica in the guts once more, took her by the hair, and slammed her face first into Jessica’s own birthday cake! Cream and frosting went everywhere as Eliza continued to grind her enemy’s face into the remains of the cake.
“How does it taste, loser?” snarled Eliza as Jessica’s limbs waved uselessly. “How does it feel to have your ass kicked by someone as irrelevant as me?”
Eliza opened an adjacent champagne bottle and took a swig before spitting it into Jessica’s face. She then poured the remnants all over the Latina’s body, ignoring her screams for release.
Finally, Jessica offered no more resistance as her body lay on the table. Seeking nothing less than abject humiliation for her more famous rival, Eliza yanked Jessica’s jeans and black lace panties down around her ankles. Jessica’s bronze perfectly formed ass was like a red rag to a bull for Eliza. The former Slayer undid the leather belt of her own jeans and struck a menacing pose with it.
“This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it’s gonna hurt me, Jessie,” she smiled. Poor Jessica was struggling for breath, still rubbing the cake and champagne out of her face. She was completely unprepared for what was about to happen.
THWACK!
Eliza brought the belt down hard on Jessica’s butt, drawing a scream and a quiver from the birthday girl. Eliza was in no mood to let her off lightly.
“That’s one,” she said evilly. “But you’re 23 today, right? 22 more to go!”
Eliza continued her onslaught with the belt. Jessica felt pain course through her reddening butt with every vicious THWACK! She bawled for mercy but was up against a woman who had no such thing in her. Eliza wasn’t satisfied until all 23 smacks had been delivered, until she was sure that Jessica had learned that she was no match for her.
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10 years later
It was now 2014 and Jessica had invited Eliza to her 33rd birthday party. Jess had done a lot in the intervening 10 years but one thing she knew she still had to do was to even the score with the bitch who had so tormented her back in 2004.
Their clothes had long been discarded or torn off in a fight that was even more physical than their previous encounter. Jessica’s friends were in attendance, cheering for her as they knew how much it meant to her to conquer Dushku woman to woman.
Jessica tackled Eliza, knocking her off her feet and pinning her to the ground.
“Do you know how much I’ve longed for this?” asked Jessica as she forced Eliza’s wrists to the floor.
“Longed to get your ass spanked again?” grunted Eliza through gritted teeth. She had assumed Jessica would be just as easy prey as last time but was growing concerned that the Latina might be tougher these days.
“No,” purred Jessica. “Longed to put you in your place. Longed to pay you back for what you did to me. Longed to end your tough girl act once and for all.”
“Dream on, loser,” said Eliza before being cut off as Jessica rammed a knee into her crotch. Eliza’s eyes watered as she gasped in pain. Jessica did it again as her friends in attendance cheered. Eliza struggled as much as she could, but Jess had her pinned in place. Another knee to the groin had the proud Eliza crying out in pain.
“What’s wrong, tough girl?” smirked Jessica. “Bitten off more than you can chew?” Quick as a hiccup, Jessica twisted herself around so that she was now facing Eliza’s legs with her opponent still pinned beneath her.
“I seem to remember you targeting my ass back then. It’s payback time, bitch.”
Jessica slid her awesome butt backwards so that it fully covered Eliza’s face, with only the thin fabric of her panties between Eliza’s airways and Jessica’s holes. Eliza’s arms thrashed wildly but Jessica held the pose for some time, revelling in the laughter of the crowd and in the revenge she was exacting on her humiliated rival.
Not content with this, Jessica began to batter Eliza’s stomach with her fists. Eliza’s toned abs were strong, but it didn’t take long for them to tenderise. The muffled cries heard from beneath Jessica’s ass took on a different tone, going from enraged to pleading as the pain became unbearable.
When Jessica did eventually stand up, she revealed something nobody has seen before: an Eliza now broken and sobbing, completely defeated. Jessica hauled her once-formidable opponent up by the hair.
“You have served your purpose here,” Jessica told her firmly. “Get your pathetic ass out of my party and never bother me again.”
Eliza nodded desperately and made her way to the nearest exit as quickly as she could, the crowd laughing at her the whole way and cheering uproariously for the victorious Alba.
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10 years later
Eliza had avoided Jessica for the entire decade. Her career had been stagnant, her reputation destroyed and her pride battered. But when she realised that the 10 year anniversary of her humbling was almost upon her, she swore she would have her revenge and re-establish her dominance over her hated foe. She turned up yet again at Jessica’s birthday party, determined to make Alba sorry she’d ever made an enemy of Eliza Dushku.
But now she was crawling away. This hadn’t been a close battle like their previous encounters – in fact Jessica had completed dominated Eliza! Dushku tried to beat a hasty retreat on her hands and knees, only for Jess’ hand to seize her by the waistband. Eliza felt fear welling up deep inside her stomach.
“Come back, wimp” laughed Jessica as she dragged the scrambling woman back towards her. She slapped Eliza’s face hard, delighting in the panic in the eyes of the woman who had tormented her so long ago.
Jessica pulled Eliza backed to her feet and slapped her repeatedly across the face with rights and lefts. The Latina continued to advance towards her while Eliza just stumbled clumsily backwards, unable to escape.
“The young girl you crushed is long gone,” explained Jessica while continuing to slap her rival. “I’m a fully grown woman now and I don’t take crap from anyone. You, on the other hand, are still the same poser brat you were 20 years ago, desperately in need of being put in your place yet again.”
Eliza could only whimper as she was forced back into a chair. Jessica’s fierce slaps stung her face but the truth behind her words stung just as much. Perhaps Alba was right. Perhaps Jessica had evolved into something Eliza wished she could be. Whatever the case, it was painfully clear to Eliza that she was no match for Jessica now. That she could never salvage her revenge on this woman.
Jessica had produced a set of ropes from somewhere and was promptly tying Eliza to the chair she had almost fallen into, but Eliza wasn’t even resisting anymore, such was the obvious futility in her fighting the inevitable.
“You’re a laughingstock, Eliza, it’s not even worth my time to humiliate you,” said Jessica with disgust. “You just sit here all night and enjoy the party.”
Finally, Jessica bent down and wrenched the sock off Eliza’s left leg. Alba gagged Dushku with the sock, tying it tightly behind her head and this is how she remained all night. She endured the taunts and laughter from other partygoers, Jessica’s friends, and had to listen to people wax lyrical about Alba’s greatness all night, helpless to do anything about it. Jessica herself didn’t give her even another thought. She was nothing more than an irrelevance to her now.
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