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Celebrity Fights- Polls / Re: ?Colombia vs Italy, SHB TOURNAMNET PLAY-OFF
« Last post by Maizenblue on Yesterday at 07:52:33 PM »I love Silvana. Been following her workouts for a long time. Would love to see her lose in a one sided fight.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Mudvixen and Sassywrestler agreed to a leather bikini breast smother battle!
« Last post by samiam on Yesterday at 07:42:12 PM »You're a class act Mudvixen. Ditto for Sassywrestler. Thanks so much to both of you amazing, sexy, and very tough ladies for agreeing to let me host this match for you! I loved every minute of it!
Sam
Sam
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Mudvixen and Sassywrestler agreed to a leather bikini breast smother battle!
« Last post by mudvixen on Yesterday at 06:42:52 PM »A big thank you to Sam for posting the poll and an even bigger thank you to Sassy for matching up with me...Thanks to all who commented and voted, I think im gonna go for a lie down and rest up now..lol...xx
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Help and Suggestions / Re: Profile photo
« Last post by Boche on Yesterday at 06:27:56 PM »You did it now
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: SHB TOURNAMENT PLAY-OFF update
« Last post by S.H.B. on Yesterday at 06:13:16 PM »The match between Sierra Cabot and Yunyan Liu ended with a victory for Sierra and Canada remains 1st ranked having passed the first phase with the whole team
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Celebrity Fights- Polls / ?Colombia vs Italy, SHB TOURNAMNET PLAY-OFF
« Last post by S.H.B. on Yesterday at 06:00:07 PM »3 DAYS TO VOTE
Silvana Araujo (left side) vs Merisiel Irum (right side)
STATS:
Silvana Araujo (COLOMBIA):
Measurements EU/US: 160cm 88C-60-84 / 5,2ft 35C-24-33
Profession: Life coach, personal trainer, fitness social influencer model
Beauty score obtained: 9.3/10 1st ranked in Colombia 2025
FIGHTS:1 (WINS:0 LOSSES:1 DRAWS:0)
Fighting style:
Capoeira: Acrobatic, reversed and circular kicks, fluid dodges and parries, favors long-range combat, targeting any height, focusing on agility, and unpredictability.
Strength: Agility and unpredictability.
Weakness: Ineffective against well-prepared fighters.
Marianna Grasso "Merisiel Irum" (ITALY):
Measurements EU/US: 165cm 90D-63-93 / 5,4ft 36D-25-37
Profession: Alternative model, cosplayer, erotic adult model, make-up artist
Beauty score obtained: 9.0/10 NEW ENTRY (HER SCORE MUST BE DEFINED) 3rd ranked in Italy 2025
FIGHTS:1 (WINS:1 LOSSES:0 DRAWS:0)
Fighting style:
Karate Kyokushin: Punches (closed fist and open hand), kicks (front and circular), elbows, knees strikes, targeting any height, focusing on the maximum power of strikes and physical endurance, with body and mind training.
Strength: Explosive power and endurance.
Weakness: Predictable and lacking dynamism.
The beauty scores are the averages taken from Listal, Freeones, and Hotnessrater
(the main databases of VIPs and webstars on web) UPDATED TODAY
Silvana Araujo (left side) vs Merisiel Irum (right side)
STATS:
Silvana Araujo (COLOMBIA):
Measurements EU/US: 160cm 88C-60-84 / 5,2ft 35C-24-33
Profession: Life coach, personal trainer, fitness social influencer model
Beauty score obtained: 9.3/10 1st ranked in Colombia 2025
FIGHTS:1 (WINS:0 LOSSES:1 DRAWS:0)
Fighting style:
Capoeira: Acrobatic, reversed and circular kicks, fluid dodges and parries, favors long-range combat, targeting any height, focusing on agility, and unpredictability.
Strength: Agility and unpredictability.
Weakness: Ineffective against well-prepared fighters.
Marianna Grasso "Merisiel Irum" (ITALY):
Measurements EU/US: 165cm 90D-63-93 / 5,4ft 36D-25-37
Profession: Alternative model, cosplayer, erotic adult model, make-up artist
Beauty score obtained: 9.0/10 NEW ENTRY (HER SCORE MUST BE DEFINED) 3rd ranked in Italy 2025
FIGHTS:1 (WINS:1 LOSSES:0 DRAWS:0)
Fighting style:
Karate Kyokushin: Punches (closed fist and open hand), kicks (front and circular), elbows, knees strikes, targeting any height, focusing on the maximum power of strikes and physical endurance, with body and mind training.
Strength: Explosive power and endurance.
Weakness: Predictable and lacking dynamism.
The beauty scores are the averages taken from Listal, Freeones, and Hotnessrater
(the main databases of VIPs and webstars on web) UPDATED TODAY
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Deathfight for Freedom
« Last post by Enigma on Yesterday at 05:55:54 PM »The salt wind whipped across the secluded cove, carrying the scent of gunpowder and rum from the anchored brigantine Revenge's Kiss. Captain Elias "Blackfang" Smith lounged on a driftwood throne dragged up from the high-tide line, his scarred face split by a lazy grin. Weeks earlier, he'd plucked Mara from a smoky tavern in Port Royal—brunette hair like midnight waves, curves that had men spilling their tankards, a sharp tongue that earned her bruises from lesser men. She became his prize first, a fiery wench who spat curses even as the irons bit her wrists.
Then came Lady Seraphine Ashford, snatched from her father's merchant galleon off the Carolina coast. Golden hair that caught the sun like spilled coins, porcelain skin untouched by labor, the haughty bearing of old money. She had screamed like a banshee when they dragged her aboard, but the fight had gone out of her eyes after the first taste of the brig's darkness. Two women, one dark and earthy, one pale and regal, now chained together in the captain's cabin like matched hunting hounds.
Smith had grown bored of their sullen silence. He wanted sport. So on this blazing afternoon, with the crew ringed around the strip of white sand like a living fence, he had the irons struck off. Mara and Seraphine stood barefoot on the warm beach, the Caribbean sun turning their skin to gold and shadow. No clothing was permitted—only skin against skin, no weapons, no mercy. The winner would walk free onto the next ship they took. The loser would feed the sharks before sunset.
"Even odds," Smith called, voice carrying over the surf. "No holds barred. First blood means nothing—only the last breath counts. Fight like your lives depend on it... because they do."
The crew roared approval, coins already changing hands in side bets. Mara rolled her shoulders, dark hair whipping across her sweat-slick back. Her tavern brawls had taught her dirty tricks—knees, elbows, teeth if it came to it. She eyed the blonde with open contempt. "Fancy lady thinks she's too good to bleed," she sneered. "I'll paint that pretty face red."
Seraphine lifted her chin, though her hands trembled at her sides. Years of etiquette lessons had never prepared her for this savagery, but pride burned hotter than fear. "You reek of cheap gin and cheaper men," she replied coldly. "When I'm done, the captain will see what a real woman looks like standing over your corpse."
They circled slowly at first, bare feet sinking into the sand, breasts rising and falling with quick breaths. The sun beat down mercilessly, turning every inch of exposed skin glossy. Mara struck first—lunging low, aiming to tackle Seraphine into the surf. The blonde twisted at the last second, driving a sharp elbow into Mara's ribs. A grunt, a flash of pain, but Mara wrapped her arms around Seraphine's waist and lifted, slamming her down hard onto the sand.
The impact drove the air from Seraphine's lungs in a sharp cry. Mara straddled her immediately, knees pinning the blonde's hips, hands seeking her throat. "Should've stayed in your silk sheets," Mara hissed, fingers tightening.
Seraphine bucked wildly, nails raking down Mara's arms in bloody furrows. She arched, throwing her head forward to crack her forehead against Mara's nose. Blood sprayed—hot and coppery—and Mara recoiled with a curse. Seraphine rolled them, reversing positions in a tangle of limbs. Now she was on top, golden hair falling like a curtain around their faces as she drove punches into Mara's ribs and jaw.
The brunette snarled, catching one of Seraphine's wrists and twisting until the blonde yelped. They rolled again, sand clinging to sweat-slick skin, bodies grinding together in brutal friction. Fists flew, nails clawed at eyes and throats, legs tangled and kicked. Breaths came in ragged gasps, mingled with curses and pained whimpers.
Mara managed to hook a leg behind Seraphine's knee and flip them once more, pinning the heiress face-down. She yanked Seraphine's head back by a fistful of golden hair, forcing her cheek into the sand. "Beg," Mara growled against her ear. "Beg and maybe I'll make it quick."
Seraphine spat sand and blood. "Never."
With a surge of desperate strength, she drove her elbow backward into Mara's solar plexus. The brunette's grip loosened just enough. Seraphine twisted free, scrambling to her feet. Both women rose, chests heaving, bodies marked with red scratches, blooming bruises, streaks of blood from split lips and torn skin.
They faced each other again, circling slower now, exhaustion warring with fury. The crew's shouts had faded to a low, hungry murmur. The sun dipped lower, painting the beach in blood-orange light.
Neither had landed a killing blow yet. Neither intended to yield. The fight was far from over.
Then came Lady Seraphine Ashford, snatched from her father's merchant galleon off the Carolina coast. Golden hair that caught the sun like spilled coins, porcelain skin untouched by labor, the haughty bearing of old money. She had screamed like a banshee when they dragged her aboard, but the fight had gone out of her eyes after the first taste of the brig's darkness. Two women, one dark and earthy, one pale and regal, now chained together in the captain's cabin like matched hunting hounds.
Smith had grown bored of their sullen silence. He wanted sport. So on this blazing afternoon, with the crew ringed around the strip of white sand like a living fence, he had the irons struck off. Mara and Seraphine stood barefoot on the warm beach, the Caribbean sun turning their skin to gold and shadow. No clothing was permitted—only skin against skin, no weapons, no mercy. The winner would walk free onto the next ship they took. The loser would feed the sharks before sunset.
"Even odds," Smith called, voice carrying over the surf. "No holds barred. First blood means nothing—only the last breath counts. Fight like your lives depend on it... because they do."
The crew roared approval, coins already changing hands in side bets. Mara rolled her shoulders, dark hair whipping across her sweat-slick back. Her tavern brawls had taught her dirty tricks—knees, elbows, teeth if it came to it. She eyed the blonde with open contempt. "Fancy lady thinks she's too good to bleed," she sneered. "I'll paint that pretty face red."
Seraphine lifted her chin, though her hands trembled at her sides. Years of etiquette lessons had never prepared her for this savagery, but pride burned hotter than fear. "You reek of cheap gin and cheaper men," she replied coldly. "When I'm done, the captain will see what a real woman looks like standing over your corpse."
They circled slowly at first, bare feet sinking into the sand, breasts rising and falling with quick breaths. The sun beat down mercilessly, turning every inch of exposed skin glossy. Mara struck first—lunging low, aiming to tackle Seraphine into the surf. The blonde twisted at the last second, driving a sharp elbow into Mara's ribs. A grunt, a flash of pain, but Mara wrapped her arms around Seraphine's waist and lifted, slamming her down hard onto the sand.
The impact drove the air from Seraphine's lungs in a sharp cry. Mara straddled her immediately, knees pinning the blonde's hips, hands seeking her throat. "Should've stayed in your silk sheets," Mara hissed, fingers tightening.
Seraphine bucked wildly, nails raking down Mara's arms in bloody furrows. She arched, throwing her head forward to crack her forehead against Mara's nose. Blood sprayed—hot and coppery—and Mara recoiled with a curse. Seraphine rolled them, reversing positions in a tangle of limbs. Now she was on top, golden hair falling like a curtain around their faces as she drove punches into Mara's ribs and jaw.
The brunette snarled, catching one of Seraphine's wrists and twisting until the blonde yelped. They rolled again, sand clinging to sweat-slick skin, bodies grinding together in brutal friction. Fists flew, nails clawed at eyes and throats, legs tangled and kicked. Breaths came in ragged gasps, mingled with curses and pained whimpers.
Mara managed to hook a leg behind Seraphine's knee and flip them once more, pinning the heiress face-down. She yanked Seraphine's head back by a fistful of golden hair, forcing her cheek into the sand. "Beg," Mara growled against her ear. "Beg and maybe I'll make it quick."
Seraphine spat sand and blood. "Never."
With a surge of desperate strength, she drove her elbow backward into Mara's solar plexus. The brunette's grip loosened just enough. Seraphine twisted free, scrambling to her feet. Both women rose, chests heaving, bodies marked with red scratches, blooming bruises, streaks of blood from split lips and torn skin.
They faced each other again, circling slower now, exhaustion warring with fury. The crew's shouts had faded to a low, hungry murmur. The sun dipped lower, painting the beach in blood-orange light.
Neither had landed a killing blow yet. Neither intended to yield. The fight was far from over.
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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Most dreaded submission hold?
« Last post by GrapplingMom on Yesterday at 05:09:22 PM »Any hold that focuses on a specific limb can really get me in trouble. Even if I don't tap and get out of it, that will be a handicap for the rest of the match.
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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Most dreaded submission hold?
« Last post by Devon on Yesterday at 04:42:52 PM »Irl arranged match, what is the one submission hold that you most dread being caught in? My neck is my weakness so I hate being caught in a headlock…I would think that a matchbook, with reverse cowboy/cowgirl facesit would cause wrestler to feel dread of the forthcoming sex organ claw attack and or bowling ball hold.
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Catfight Connection / mature wrestling.
« Last post by digistar59 on Yesterday at 04:19:48 PM »Good day to all. I know I will not get a message from anyone but thought i give it one more try. I am looking for to hire 2 mature ladies who will do a wrestling match at my place due to health not able to travel sorry..My last fantasy before i go is i would love to see a wrestling match. Thank you to all. I am from Ontario, Canada.
