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Producer Announcements / New JMR fight release: T! F! B! Christina Carter vs Shay Fox Breast Duel

« Last post by jmrcom on December 19, 2025, 11:01:27 PM »

Here is the latest erotic fight release from JMR, available on download (MP4 or WMV):

JMR-3168DL  T! F! B!  Christina Carter vs Shay Fox  Topless Breast Duel                 

The longtime collector and fan of busty beauties mashing and mauling each other in titfights
returned with another requested matchup: XXX great SHAY FOX vs. curvaceous CHRISTINA CARTER. 
As usual, his preference is for the ladies to pound each other's assets in hands-free boob boxing
and hands-on grabbing and biting, all while keeping their vocabulary limited to those three little words: 
"TIT!" "FIGHT!" "BITCH!"

T-F-B for short, as CC and Shay first open up each other's blouses to examine (rudely) each other's tits,
then strip to the waist for chest-to-chest slugging and breast pressing bearhugs, no squeezing... Yet.

Next, the women seize hold of each other's tender tit flesh and pinch those perky nipples,
eventually unable to resist taking the mammaries into their mouths for some sexy (but painful) chomping.
The mutual tit punishment of course leaves CC and Shay massaging their sore assets and ready to put on some oil.

The tit-to-tit pounding and pressing is now slicker and sexier, but this battle will be decided by the time-honored
breast duel tactics of take-no-prisoners knockdown boob boxing, with CC and Shay slamming their boobs together
and sending each other down from the impact until one woman finally takes charge and knocks her rival down to defeat.

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Alifightz vs Kalia Yang

« Last post by ifwfan on December 19, 2025, 10:43:50 PM »

Ali, but long exhausting match

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Catfighting / Affray in a Manger

« Last post by Guy Incognito on December 19, 2025, 10:37:02 PM »

A holiday treat for all the gremlins on this site!

Content Warnings:

- Violence during pregnancy
- A bit of light to moderate blasphemy (At least I hope it's only light! I wrote this as a bit of fun for Christmas, it's not intended as commentary or mockery of anybody's religious beliefs. Apologies if it does come across that way at all.)


Mary was having a bad day.

She’d been travelling for days along with her husband; 90 miles from Nazareth to Bethlehem, all for a stupid census. Though she hadn’t walked a step of the way—her husband Joseph had insisted that she be the one to ride on the donkey while he made the long, arduous journey entirely on foot—she was still sore. She was grateful for the little donkey for carrying her safely on her way; she was not so grateful for the saddle sores.

The donkey in question brayed in the corner of the room, munching on a well-earned pile of hay. When they’d arrived at the inn, Mary had wanted nothing more than to lay down on a soft bed and finally get some rest. Neither she nor her husband had imagined that every single inn in the town would be completely full. And so, instead of resting across a feather bed, or lounging next to a warm fireplace, she found herself perched atop a wooden manger in a rickety old stable. Her only company were sheep, pigs and her loyal old donkey.

Normally, Mary wasn’t the kind to expect special treatment. Still though, she’d been a little surprised that nobody had given up their rooms for her as, on top of all of her other woes, she was heavily pregnant.

She shivered as a biting wind blew through the stable, bundling her robe around her to stave off the cold. This was no place for a pregnant woman. Joseph had realised that as soon as they’d set foot in here; he’d seen to it that she was as comfortable as could be, then immediately headed back inside to try to renegotiate with the innkeep. After all, she could give birth any day now. Would she have to do it here, among the cattle? Would she have to lay her newborn down to bed in a manger rather than a crib?

The sheep bleated as the door swung open, letting in a burst of freezing air. Light filled the room as a figure holding a lantern entered; Joseph must have returned.

“What did he say?” Mary asked, a hint of hope in her voice.

The figure made no response at first. As her eyes adjusted the the light, Mary realised why; this was not Joseph.

Mary had disliked the innkeep’s wife the moment she’d laid eyes on her. She didn’t know the woman’s name; “Jezebel” was what she’d been calling her in her head, and it fit her well. She’d been the one to open the door when they’d arrived; the woman had taken one look at the bedraggled man and his heavily pregnant wife and turned them away without a second thought. It had been the innkeeper himself who had taken pity on them and offered them a place in the stable.

The Jezebel had watched on as Joseph begged her husband for a room, making no attempt to hide her disdain for the desperate couple. When the innkeeper had suggested the use of the stable, his wife had audibly scoffed. Mary had wanted to punch the woman then and there.

Now, the woman stood in front of her in the stable, lantern in hand. She wore a simple, long-sleeved white shift with a brown leather apron tied about her waist, a grey headscarf and a pair of simple leather sandals. The light from the lamp cast shadows across her dark brown face. The woman was slight in build, as far as Mary could discern beneath her loose clothes, and looked to be no more than five years Mary’s senior, around her late-20s.

The light illuminated Mary, whose attire contrasted with that of her unexpected guest. She wore a white tunic and a soft blue robe. Her white headscarf framed her round, olive-toned face. Her own feet were bare; her husband’s shoes had all but disintegrated on the journey, and she’d insisted that he take her sandals while she rode. She was similarly slight, but for the large belly of a woman nine months pregnant.

Her visitor had said nothing since entering the stable; she’d simply been staring at Mary, eyes flicking between her face and her swollen belly. Without a word, she strode into the room, closing the heavy doors behind her. She walked up to one of the stalls, placing her lantern on the shelf. In the stall behind the door, Mary’s donkey brayed at the woman, seemingly irritated by her approach. Mary respected the animal’s taste in people.

Her hands free, Jezebel turned back to face Mary. She still hadn’t spoken a word since entering.

“Can I help you?” Mary eventually asked, no longer able to take the silence.

The woman treated Mary to a sneer. “I think you should leave.” she said, simply.

“But, your husband said…”

“I don’t care what my husband said. I want you gone. There’s no room here for the likes of you.”

Mary stood, bringing herself up to eye level with the woman. She was exhausted; the thought of getting into an argument was daunting. But she also wasn’t about to back down; not when she had a baby to think about. She met the other woman’s piercing stare and refused to look away.

“I get that there’s no room at the inn, but what’s wrong with us using your stable?” Mary asked.

She didn’t get a response right away; the woman just kept staring at her.

“I’m not interested in your husband, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Mary continued after the silence had stretched on too long.

The scowl that fell across the other woman’s face told Mary that her guess had been correct; for whatever reason, she felt threatened by Mary.

“I’ve seen your kind before,” said Jezebel, seemingly ignoring Mary’s comment. “Temptresses who show up here pretending to be innocent little maidens, then sink their claws into my husband. It’s a weakness of his. I want you gone before you take advantage.”

“Look, I told you I’m not interested in your husband,” Mary began, exasperation creeping into her voice. “All we want is a roof over our head and maybe…”

She paused. Something about what the Jezebel had said stuck out to her.

“What do you mean by ‘pretending to be a maiden’?” she asked.

Jezebel laughed without mirth. Her eyes darted to Mary’s swollen belly, then back up to look her in the eye.

“Seriously? Are you really trying to pass yourself off as a virgin with a belly like that? Our husbands may have fallen for that “immaculate conception” crap, but I know what you really are.”

Mary’s face was flushed with anger. Who did this woman think she was, barging in here, demanding a pregnant woman go out in the cold?

“Oh?” she said through gritted teeth. “And what is it that you know about me?”

“You’re a whore,” Jezebel replied simply. “You fucked someone behind your husband’s back, got pregnant, then made up some bullshit story about ‘the child of god’ to cover it up. Incredibly, it actually worked! Tell me, who’s the actual father? Do you have a brother-in-law you got too friendly with? Or was it a stranger? Or maybe you…”

CRACK

Mary didn’t let her finish that last thought. She struck the woman with a hard slap that stopped her mid-sentence and reddened her right cheek.

She immediately regretted it; she wasn’t typically a violent person. Her rage had gotten the better of her; she was exhausted, cold and emotional, and in came this Jezebel, trying to kick her out in the cold and making vile accusations against her to boot. Any reasonable person would have seen red.

“Look,” Mary started to say. “I’m sor…”

CRACK

The strike took her across the left cheek, rocking her head to the side. When she turned back to look at her assailant, she saw nothing but fury behind her eyes.

“YOU BITCH!” she screamed.

She leaped forward, hands outstretched. Caught off guard, Mary could do nothing to prevent herself from being tackled, falling on her back into the manger with the furious woman on top of her.

Immediately, blows started to rain down on Mary, striking her face, her head, her shoulders. She instinctively brought her hands up not to protect her face, but to protect her swollen belly. She squirmed in the hay, desperate to free herself, but her attacker had her pinned.

“Stop!” Mary cried. “Please!”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The blows only seemed to get harder and harder. The stable was filled with the sounds of sheep bleating, cattle lowing, her donkey braying, all spooked by the sudden flurry of movement.

“I said, STOP!” Mary yelled, more forcefully.

Through some effort, Mary managed to free one of her legs from under the other woman. Planting her bare foot firmly against her attacker’s chest, she kicked off hard. The woman was launched backwards, arms flailing madly. She stumbled across the floor, tripped, and landed on her back in the hay.

Mary scrambled to her feet, looking down at the prone woman. This was her opportunity to flee, sprint as fast as she could through the stable door and back to the inn. She could find Joseph and the innkeep, tell them what had just happened to her. Her husband would protect her. Plus, if the innkeep believed her story, maybe he’d find room for them indoors by way of an apology.

All of these thoughts went through Mary’s head in an instant. All of them were drowned out by by another thought, the memory of the words her Jezebel had said to her only moments ago:

You’re a whore

Mary landed on the vulnerable woman, straddling her waist with her legs. Now it was her turn to rain down blows on her enemy, delivering slaps and punches to the disadvantaged woman as she tried in vain to block the attacks.

Suddenly, Mary felt a sharp tug to the left side of her scalp; her headscarf had slipped at some point during the fray, letting her raven hair spill free. Her victim had managed to grasp a handful of said hair, and was pulling with all her strength.

Mary toppled to one side under the force of the hairpull, landing on her side in the hay. For a moment the two women lay side by side, chests heaving. Mary noticed that the hand in her hair had not loosened it’s grip.

Suddenly, the grip tightened. Irate, Mary reached out and grabbed the other woman’s headscarf, tearing it off her head in one swift motion. She immediately grasped twin handfuls of the long brown hair that spilled out, tugging hard in either direction. She felt a sharp pain on either side of her scalp as the other woman ramped up her own tugging in response.

They continued to pull hair, lying side by side in the dingy stable. Their eyes met, full of fury and malice. Mary felt a pain in her thigh as the other woman kicked out with her bare foot, her sandals lost somewhere in the hay. Mary returned the favour, striking the woman’s legs over and over.

Suddenly, her enemy lurched upwards, rolling up and trying to straddle Mary. Unfortunately for her, Mary had no intention of letting the other woman pin her again; she twisted her hips, casting Jezebel from the top spot just as quickly as she’d gained it. Now it was Mary’s turn to roll on top of her rival, but she was thrown off just as quickly.

The two women continued to tumble through the hay, hands buried in one another’s hair. Their legs tangled, thighs squeezing and feet wrestling. Mary was startled to hear a low, guttural growl. She wondered if some kind of wolf or other predator had managed to get into the stable, before she realised that the animalistic sounds were coming from the woman she was wrestling with. She was even more startled to realise that a similar sound was coming from her own throat as they brawled in the hay.

There was a thunderous crash as the furious ball collided with a wooden dividing wall between stalls. The impact stunned the two women, momentarily breaking up their brawl. Releasing her opponent, Mary rolled to one side. The two women lay on their backs, gasping for breath. Mary didn’t know how she’d been able to fight like that; she’d had never even been in a fight before, never mind how exhausted she was from travel. It was nothing short of miraculous that she’d been able to hold her own as long as she had.

Mary rolled onto her side to face the woman lying prone beside her. Both of them were in a state of dishevelment; their hair was a mess, knotted and filled with loose straw. Jezebel’s apron had been lost to the hay at some point, as had Mary’s robe. Both women were reduced to nothing but their loose underlayer, both of which had ridden up to bare their arms and legs.

As Mary glared, Jezebel too rolled onto her side. Meeting each other’s gaze, the two women’s faces contorted into snarls.

“What’s…. your…. problem?” Mary demanded between gasping breaths.

“My…. problem?” the woman replied, indignant. “You…. started…. it!”

“You…. attacked me!”

“Only because…. you slapped me!”

“You…. called me a…. whore!”

“You are…. a whore!”

The woman punctuated the last word by winding her leg back and kicking. Her bare foot connected with Mary’s upper thigh, dangerously close to her swollen belly.

“Hey!” Mary yelled, suddenly panicked. “Stop! You’re going to hurt the baby!”

The woman grinned, a cruel glint in her eye. “Baby? What baby? I thought you were a virgin?”

She kicked out again, striking even closer to Mary’s belly.

“Stop!” Mary begged. “Please!”

“Make me!” Jezebel spat.

Her next kick was aimed squarely at Mary’s stomach. Mary was ready, however; her hands shot out, gripping the bare foot of her attacker. Furious at the attempt to harm her baby, she squeezed hard, digging her nails into the soft skin.

The woman’s face turned from confident and cruel to pained and panicked in an instant. “Hey!” she cried. “Let go!”

“Make me,” Mary said, mockingly.

She tried. The prone woman struck out with her other foot. Fortunately, Mary anticipated this attack too; she caught the woman’s leg as it flew towards her. Now with a foot in each hand, she made her move. Dragging the prone woman by the feet, she rolled her over onto her front with her head facing away from Mary. Mary straddled her, sitting down heavily on top of the Jezebel’s buttocks with her knees folded beneath her and her back to the woman’s torso.

With no way for her opponent to escape, Mary set to work; She grasped her victim’s bare feet, squeezing them and raking her nails across the tender flesh. She thrust her fingers between the toes, wrenching them apart.

The prone woman screamed in pain, trying in vain to twist her body around far enough to reach Mary with her hands. She flailed her legs, but Mary’s grip was too strong.

“I told you to stop,” Mary said, twisting the left little toe as hard as she could. “All I wanted was a place to stay, and you wanted to kick me out into the cold! Well you won't be kicking anyone anymore!”

With a malice she hadn’t known she had in her, Mary clamped her jaws around the woman’s left foot, biting down hard on her toes. Her captive’s screams joined the chorus of confused livestock.

Suddenly, Mary felt a sharp pain in her own left foot; the prone woman had stopped trying to wriggle herself free, instead reaching down and digging her own claws into the exposed sole. Mary yelped involuntarily, her back straightening from the surprise.

Jezebel took full advantage of her moment of shock, thrusting her butt upwards and toppling the unbalanced woman to one side. Mary collapsed into the hay beside her former captive, laying on her back with her head at the woman’s feet.

Before she could recover, Mary felt something connect with her face; the woman’s bare foot, striking her cheek. Instead of drawing back, the foot stayed where it was, pressing into her face.

Mary heard a cackle. “You said I wouldn’t be kicking anyone anymore,” the woman sneered. “Looks like you were wrong!”

Her laughter was cut off when Mary struck her face with a kick of her own. She grinded her heel into the woman’s sneering face, refusing to let up.

They lay side by side in the hay, shoving their feet into one another’s faces. Soon, each woman had brought the other foot into the mix as well. They grunted and moaned with effort as they struggled side-by-side in the dim light. Mary grasped at the feet in her face with her hands, trying in vain to pull them away. Fortunately, her opponent was having no more luck as she attempted the same.

Mary jabbed with her right foot and managed to jam her big toe into the mouth of her opponent. Her moment of triumph was short lived, as she felt teeth clamp down on her toe. Mary yelped in pain, yanking both feet away from the jaw of her enemy. Jezebel responded in kind, releasing the pressure on Mary’s face.

Both women shot up into siting positions, their faces coming within inches of one another.

“What is wrong with you?” Mary demanded.

“You were the one who started biting, you vicious bitch!” her enemy replied.

“You’re the one who attacked a pregnant woman! I just want you to leave me alone!”

“I just want you out of my stable!”

As they argued back and forth, they inched closer and closer together, shuffling across the dirty floor on their butts. Both women were filthy by now, covered in straw and dust and what Mary chose to believe was mud. Their remaining clothing was dirty and torn in several places, their hair a tangled mess.

Finally, their chests met. The sensation triggered something in the two women, who simultaneously shot out their arms, wrapping them around the other’s back. They pulled in close, breasts flattening together under their shifts. Their faces clashed, meeting nose to nose. Even in the dim light, Mary could make out the malice in the woman’s eyes.

“Last chance whore,” the woman said, squeezing ever tighter. “Get away from me and my husband!”

“Not a chance.” Mary said, returning the tight squeeze.

That was it. Realising that neither would back down, both Mary and her opponent began to squeeze with all their might. Groans of pain and exertion escaped both of their lips as their chests crushed. Mary leaned forwards, making sure her precious belly was out of crushing range. The same could not be said for her breasts, however; they were in agony. She could only hope that her rival was suffering the same pain. Judging by her face, she was.

They started to twist where they sat, wrenching each other’s bodies from side to side as the squeeze continued. Inevitably, they toppled to one side, still wrapped in a tight embrace. They immediately started to jostle for the top spot once more, rolling over and over in the hay. Their legs tangled once more, squeezing each other’s thighs as they continued to crush one another’s chest. Their bare feet rubbed together, writhing and wrestling.

Mary’s back struck something hard as they rolled; the door of one of the stalls swung open from the impact of their collision with it. A split second later, something struck Mary hard on the back of her head. The world went dark.

Mary’s initial reaction was panic; somehow, the Jezebel had blinded her! As her head cleared though, she pieced together what had happened. The lantern left on a shelf by the other woman had fallen, shaken loose by their impact with the stable door. That was what had struck Mary, the impact shattering the glass and snuffing out the candle within.

Both women remained frozen in place, still locked in their violent hug. Silence had fallen in the stable; even the animals seemed to be holding their breath. Mary expected any moment to see a burst of flame, the candle igniting the dry hay and engulfing the stable with the two women inside. It never happened. By some minor miracle, the hay hadn’t caught, and the room remained dark.

For a moment, Mary thought that that was it; the sudden darkness combined with the shock of a near death experience had brought the fight to close. She was soon proven wrong. Jezebel tightened her grip, squeezing tighter than ever on Mary’s back, and wrenched her to the side. They rolled once more, her foe ending up on top. She didn’t remain there for long though, as Mary threw her right back off and attempted to retake her position. The fight was back on.

They tumbled in the dark, unable to see a thing. Not that they needed to see much; their target was right in front of them, coiled in their arms and legs. They collided with walls again and again, unable to avoid them in the pitch blackness. This time, nothing fell on top of them. The collisions didn’t slow the brawl; they had hardly connected with the wall before they were rolling off in the other direction.

At some point, Mary couldn’t have said when, they gave up on squeezing each other’s backs. Instead, their hands returned to their foe’s hair, ripping and tearing as they continued to brawl across the hard floor. Their bare legs continued to squeeze and writhe like a pair of serpents.

Mary found herself at a disadvantage; the back of her head throbbed where it had been struck. The constant pressure being exerted on her scalp wasn’t helping. She was still disoriented, not quite sure where she was at any given time.

She suddenly found herself on her back, the other woman straddling her waist, hands pinned behind her head. She couldn’t quite remember how she’d gotten there. Not that that was important; what she needed was a way to get free. Unfortunately, one wasn’t coming to her. She wriggled feebly under the other woman in a vain attempt to escape. She was trapped.

Her Jezebel knew it too: “Are you sure you want to stay here now?” she asked. Even in pure darkness, Mary felt that she could see the evil smile on her assailant's face.

Mary didn’t reply. Her reward was a hard slap across the cheek, the sharp CRACK echoing throughout the dark room. Mary heard her little donkey braying from elsewhere in the barn, apparently as distressed by the situation as she was.

“I asked you a question, harlot!” Another sharp CRACK echoed throughout the barn as Mary’s head rocked to the other side. Both cheeks stung where she’d been struck.

“Please…. don’t….” Mary whimpered.

“What was that?” her captor’s smug voice said. “Don’t what? Don’t stop hitting you? Alright then.”

THWACK

Mary waited for the pain. None came. The sound had been louder this time, and duller than the previous slaps. Mary was surprised to find herself free, the weight gone from her waist. She was more confused than ever.

Slowly, groggily, she got to her feet. Where had the other woman gone? She could hear pained groaning coming from beside her. What on earth had just happened?

She tiptoed gingerly across the room. When she hit a wall, she groped her way along until she found the double doors that led outside. After fumbling with the latch in the dark, she threw the doors open.

Light spilled into the stable, the moonless sky lit up by a particularly bright star directly above. Looking back inside, Mary made sense of the scene in front of her.

The Inkeep’s wife lay in the hay, conscious but dazed. Beside her stood Mary’s little donkey. It had it’s back to the woman on the ground, it’s head tilted in Mary’s direction as though it were asking for approval. It didn’t take a magus to work out what had happened; during their fight, at the same time as they’d toppled over the lantern, the door to the donkey’s stall had swung open. Then, while Mary’s assailant had her trapped in the darkness, her faithful old donkey had sauntered over, turned his back, and kicked the woman right in the head.

Looking down at the woman groaning in the hay, Mary couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She was lucky the kick hadn’t killed her; it had gotten her right on the side of the head, judging by the frightening lump that had appeared. That could easily have been fatal. Maybe her clever little donkey knew how to conserve its strength.

Mary’s head had cleared by now, the fog lifting. It was as if seeing someone with a far worse head injury had made hers trivial by comparison. She strode purposefully over to her prone foe, planting one foot on either side of her body. The dazed woman was flat on her back, looking up at Mary.

“Are you alright?” Mary asked, sincerely but firmly.

“Uh?” Came the response.

“Are. you. alright?” Mary repeated, enunciating each word. “Can you still see?”

There was a long pause. For a moment, she worried that the kick had robbed the woman of her speech. Then…

“Yes.”

It seemed like that was all she was getting.

“You can still move your arms and legs?” Mary continued. “Are you able to understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes,” came the terse response. “I can move. And I understand you fully.” She wriggled her arms and legs feebly as proof.

Her speech was still slurred, but she still seemed lucid. Mary breathed a sigh of relief. She’d hate to think that the woman had been seriously injured.

“Good.” she said, and she meant it.

She lifted one foot off the ground, planting it on the prone woman’s cheek. Before she could cry out, Mary pushed her head into the hay, and down into the ground. She flailed her arms and legs feebly, but made no more attempt to escape.

“I’m staying in the stable.” Mary stated, her voice low but forceful. “You are going to go back into the inn and tell your husband that. Then you’re going to put together a hot meal and some blankets for me and my husband, understand?”

A moment passed with no reply. Mary piled on the pressure, grinding the woman’s face into the hard stone floor beneath the hay. She let out a muffled cry of pain.

“Alright,” she whimpered. “You can stay.”

A pause. Mary did not let up.

“And?” Mary prompted.

“And I’ll bring you your hot meal,” the woman whined. “And your blankets. And anything else you need.”

“Great!” Mary said, immediately releasing the pressure. “Thank you so much for your hospitality!”

Slowly, painfully, the innkeeper’s wife climbed to her feet. She never looked at Mary as she stumbled out of the stable and off in the direction of the inn.

Mary was left in the stable, alone but for the animals. She stepped up beside her wonderful, loyal, brave little donkey and ran a hand through his mane. He brayed in appreciation, and proceeded to munch on some hay.

Mary left the side of her noble steed, stepping out of the doors and into the night. She gazed up at the sky, at the unusually bright star directly above. One hand on her belly, she considered her situation; giving birth in a dingy stable, surrounded by cattle, and flies, and unpleasant smells. It didn’t seem ideal.

And yet, despite everything, Mary felt content. Her victory against Jezebel felt like a sign.

Everything was going to be alright.

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Alifightz vs Kalia Yang

« Last post by nyteshade on December 19, 2025, 10:31:52 PM »

Oh the Hunter has such great taste,  hehe  Thanks for you vote!

hes also blind as a bat lol

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Alifightz vs Kalia Yang

« Last post by Alifightz on December 19, 2025, 10:03:01 PM »

Oh the Hunter has such great taste,  hehe  Thanks for you vote!

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Annette Walters vs FieryHouseWife (Mistress vs Wife Rematch)

« Last post by Annette Walters on December 19, 2025, 09:51:41 PM »

Your shoulder finds my belly, my soft yet firm belly and as you knock the wind out of my already exhausted body as I get driven backwards onto the floor, gasping for breath as my back hits hard and Im slightly stunned, and as you crawl up my body while I gasp for breath and feel you you straddle each side of my face, and then the moistness consumes my mouth and nose, as I feel you grinding and riding my face, yet what this bitch doesnt know, there was a time back in college that I had some very intimate and sensual moments with my sorority sisters, the only difference, as you writh, grind and ride my face, the only difference is I liked my sorority sisters, I hate this BITCH!!

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr choooomp!!" as I open my mouth wide, tasting all of this nasty slutty housewife, and some of the remnants of Jacks cum still inside of her, and I clamp my teeth down hard on your part of your wet musty labia and your swollen clitoris and I begin shaking my head in short abrupt jerks side to side as I hear this bitch scream out in pain "Aaaaaaaaaoooooeeewww!!" and as you quicky roll off of my face and onto your side, I make sure my teeth remain clamped down hard and tight on the soft moist flesh of your labia and throbbing clitoris!

Your screams of pain "Eeeeeeeeooowwww!" still echoing throughout my large loft as I continue biting down hard tasting sweaty, salt iron flavor as I have broken your skin down there before ripping my mouth off of your badly damage pussY!

"YOU WANNA RIDE MY FACE BITCH??" I scream out in rage!

I quickly shove you over onto your back and climb up ontop of you, my sexy milky round ass dropping down onto your tits, flattening them out as I maneuver your left and right arms down to your sides and lifting both my knees up and resting my knees down hard onto your wrists as I ball up my right and left fist turning them both sideways and I begin slamming my right then left, then right then left fists down hard onto your already damaged pussy, as I hammer my fists down over and over and over again and again onto your pussy

"Ill make sure you dont use this nasty snatch for awhilee BITCH!!" smiling wickedly at Jack!

"BAM! BAM! BAM!" BAM!!" my fists are relentless, like two hammers slamming over and over and over again kneading a piece of meat like its being tenderized!!  Yt

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Celebrity Fights- Stories / Queen of the Beach 2026- Round 1 Day 1 Full story

« Last post by Freefall on December 19, 2025, 08:42:37 PM »

### Welcome to Queen of the Beach 2026: The Ultimate Sand Showdown!

The sun is blazing, the waves are crashing, and the beach is packed – **Queen of the Beach 2026** is officially underway! This single-elimination fantasy tournament brings together 32 of the world's most stunning and fierce contenders in skimpy bikinis for grapples, pins, submissions, and plenty of curve-on-curve action under the relentless sun. It's all about power, poise, and dominance on the golden sand – where legends rise and rivals fall.

Reigning supreme as the **defending 2025 Champion** is **Sydney Sweeney**, the radiant voluptuous bombshell with gravity-defying assets and unbeatable charisma. The beloved queen enters with her tiara shining, aiming for back-to-back glory amid massive crowd love. Can anyone dethrone the radiant favorite? The bracket is loaded with veterans, rookies, heroes, and villains ready to challenge her crown!

#### Day 1 Featured Matchups: Fireworks from the Start
The opening round delivers instant classics and high drama – here's the spotlight action kicking off the tournament:

- **Alexandra Daddario vs. Ashley Graham** 
  The blue-eyed temptress and tournament darling faces the body-positive powerhouse in a clash of precision vs. raw voluptuous strength. Expect lockdown grapples and piercing stares!

- **Brooklyn Decker vs. Yoko Matsugane** 
  Golden SI veteran legend takes on the hated Japanese gravure juggernaut – athletic poise meets malicious overflowing dominance. Crowd favorite vs. ultimate heel!

- **Dafne Keen vs. Salma Hayek** 
  Fierce rookie predator debuts against the timeless Latin legend in her emotional farewell tournament. Explosive youth vs. passionate veteran fire – stakes couldn't be higher!

- **Jennifer Lawrence vs. Emily Ratajkowski** 
  Two adored veterans in a respect-filled war: fierce warrior grit battles sultry Insta poise. Pure technical mastery guaranteed!

Reminder Core Rules

* Match Format: Best-of-3 rounds (first to win 2 rounds wins the match). Each round lasts until a decisive finish or time expires (points decide if no finish).

* Winning a Round/Match:

  * Pinfall: Shoulders down for a 3-count (classic schoolgirl pin, grapevine, or mount variations common).

  * Submission: Tap-out (from holds like scissors, armbars, chokes) or verbal "I quit."

  * Knockout/Smother: Opponent goes limp (often via breast smother, facesit, or exhaustion).

  * Points: If no finish, judged on control time, strikes, takedowns, and dominance.

QOTB Round 1
### Queen of the Beach 2026: Round 1 – Alexandra Daddario vs. Ashley Graham

The sun-drenched sands of the Queen of the Beach arena are electric for this Round 1 clash. **Alexandra Daddario**, the mesmerizing blue-eyed temptress and piercing-stare specialist, enters as the massive crowd favorite and one of the tournament's top overall contenders. Her toned, athletic curves – honed from Baywatch days and beyond – make her a lockdown machine in grapples and holds. Facing her is **Ashley Graham**, the body-positive powerhouse with voluptuous strength and unyielding presence, bringing raw power and curves that demand respect.

The crowd erupts as Alex struts out in a sleek black bikini, her piercing blue eyes scanning the sand like a predator, toned body glistening under the sun.

Ashley counters with confident swagger in a bold red swimsuit, her fuller, curvaceous figure radiating power and poise – a true force ready to overwhelm.

**Round 1:** The bell sounds, and Ashley charges like a juggernaut, using her voluptuous strength to bull-rush Alex into a clinch. Graham's powerful hips and thick thighs drive Daddario back, slamming her into the soft sand with authority. Ashley mounts quickly, grinding down with heavy pressure, her overflowing curves smothering Alex's attempts to bridge out. The crowd gasps as Ashley dominates position, pouring on the power for a near-submission. Alex's face flushes under the assault, but her piercing eyes stay locked – she survives the onslaught, slipping free just before the round ends. Ashley takes Round 1 decisively, proving her raw power is no joke.

**Round 2:** Alex adjusts, using her lithe agility and those endless toned legs to keep distance early. She circles, dodging Ashley's grabs, then shoots in for a takedown. Daddario reverses position mid-round, wrapping her legs around Graham in a body scissors while locking eyes – that hypnotic blue stare unnerving Ashley as Alex squeezes with precision. Graham powers up, muscling out with sheer strength, but the effort takes a toll. Alex transitions to side control, grinding her toned curves down methodically, wearing on Ashley's reserves. The round goes back and forth, but Alex's veteran poise edges it – she evens the match 1-1, with the crowd roaring her name.

**Round 3:** Ashley starts strong again, fueled by pride, but the gas tank is dipping after two rounds of all-out power expenditure. She lands a big hip throw, mounting once more and trying to bury Alex under her voluptuous frame. But Alex bridges explosively, reversing with cat-like quickness. Daddario pounces, securing full mount as Ashley gasps for breath on the hot sand. Alex locks in tight, her piercing stare inches away, toned body pressing down inescapably while those legendary blue-eyed assets seal the deal. Ashley fights valiantly, but exhaustion hits – she runs out of gas, unable to escape the lockdown hold.

The ref calls it: **Pinfall victory for Alexandra Daddario** in Round 3! Alex rises triumphantly, blowing kisses to the adoring crowd, while Ashley earns respect for pushing the favorite to the limit.

What a war – Alex advances, proving why she's a tournament darling. Who's next for the blue-eyed temptress?

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### Queen of the Beach 2026: Round 1 – Brooklyn Decker vs. Yoko Matsugane

The beach arena is absolutely electric for this Round 1 showdown, the sun beating down on the golden sand as waves crash in the background. **Brooklyn Decker**, the golden SI legend and sun-bronzed athletic veteran, emerges to thunderous applause – the overwhelming crowd favorite with her wave-riding power, crushing athleticism, and timeless beach icon status. Fans chant "Brook-lyn! Brook-lyn!" as she waves confidently, her experience making her the one everyone expects to cruise deep into the tournament.

Her opponent, **Yoko Matsugane**, the Japanese gravure legend with iconic overflowing assets and timeless smother mastery, struts out to a wall of boos and jeers. The crowd despises her arrogant smirk and ruthless, villainous style – she's the hated outsider, viewed as a dangerous disruptor with her malicious dominance.

Brooklyn dazzles in a classic golden yellow bikini that accentuates her toned, athletic curves and sun-kissed glow. Yoko fires back in a skimpy black string bikini, her legendary, overflowing gravure assets barely contained, drawing even louder boos as she blows mocking kisses to the hostile fans.

**Round 1:** The bell sounds, and Brooklyn explodes with veteran precision. She circles fluidly on the hot sand, using her superior footwork and athleticism to dictate the pace. Early on, Decker shoots for a double-leg takedown, lifting Yoko off her feet and slamming her down with wave-like power. The crowd erupts as Brooklyn transitions seamlessly to side control, grinding her toned hips down while landing short, controlled strikes to the body for points. Yoko defends stubbornly, using her arms to frame and push, but Brooklyn's experience shines – she reverses every escape attempt, mounting briefly to pour on pressure with elbow drives and chest compression. Matsugane's heavier frame works against her in the fast exchanges; she gasps as Decker wraps her in a tight body lock, squeezing the air out while racking up dominance time. Yoko manages a late scramble to her feet, but Brooklyn clinches and trips her again just before the buzzer. Clear Round 1 on points for Decker – the fans roar in approval as she stands tall, veteran poise intact.

**Round 2:** Yoko comes out aggressive, her eyes locked with malicious intent, knowing she needs to change the game. She closes distance immediately, bulling forward and forcing a heated stand-up clinch against the ropes. The action intensifies as it devolves into a brutal, sweat-slicked titfight – chest slamming against chest in a battle of iconic assets. Brooklyn's legendary SI curves hold firm at first, pushing back with athletic force and drawing cheers, but Yoko's overflowing gravure volume proves overwhelming. Matsugane grinds forward relentlessly, her iconic assets battering and engulfing Decker's in wave after wave of pressure, forcing Brooklyn to stagger back. The crowd's cheers turn to gasps as Yoko's smothering intensity takes over – she hip-throws Decker to the sand with authority, the impact echoing.

Mounted high, Yoko pours it on, transitioning from grapevines to full chest control. Brooklyn bridges desperately, her toned legs kicking sand as she tries to buck free, face reddening under the assault. But Yoko adjusts viciously, sliding up into a schoolgirl pin before locking in the devastating breast smother. Her timeless mastery seals it – overflowing assets pressing down inescapably, cutting off air as Brooklyn's struggles weaken. Decker's hands slap weakly at Yoko's sides, then tap frantically before going limp.

The ref waves it off frantically: **Smother submission victory for Yoko Matsugane** in Round 2! The arena falls into stunned silence before erupting in shocked boos and disappointed groans – the beloved veteran Brooklyn Decker has been upset in devastating fashion!

Yoko rises slowly, flexing triumphantly over the dazed and heaving Decker. She adds humiliation by planting a foot on Brooklyn's back, grinding down as the legend coughs and stirs weakly on the sand. Grabbing the mic amid deafening jeers, Yoko snarls: "This is what happens to your 'legends'! Alexandra Daddario – I see you with those pathetic blue eyes. You're next, and I'll bury you just like this!" The boos reach fever pitch as Yoko struts away victoriously.

#### Media Reactions to Brooklyn's Shocking Defeat
The beach combat world is in absolute chaos after this massive upset. Social media and outlets are blowing up:

- **ESPN Beach Beat**: "UNBELIEVABLE UPSET! Brooklyn Decker dominated Round 1 only to get overwhelmed in a savage Round 2 titfight and smothered out by Yoko Matsugane. Crowd stunned silent – that post-match humiliation? Villain status confirmed. Daddario callout has the bracket on fire! #QueenOfTheBeach2026"

- **Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Twitter**: "Devastated for our eternal legend Brooklyn Decker That smother was brutal, and the foot grind? Too far. Yoko's staring down Daddario now – we need justice! Who's with us?"

- **Bleacher Beach Report**: "Shock of the tournament: Yoko Matsugane turns titfight into total domination, smothering Brooklyn Decker unconscious after a points loss in Round 1. Veteran fans in tears – this heel run is real. Alex, avenge the SI queen!"

- **Fan Forums (Reddit r/BeachQueens)**: "I'm speechless... Brooklyn had it, then that chest clash turned nightmare. Yoko is the ultimate villain – humiliating her like that? Disgusting. All aboard the Daddario train to smash this gravure monster!"

- **TMZ Beach**: "Chaos on the sand! Hated Yoko Matsugane smothers fan-fave Brooklyn Decker out cold, then stomps and calls out Alexandra Daddario. Boos were DEAFENING – this is peak drama!"

The bracket is shaken to its core – Yoko advances as the ultimate heel. Will Alexandra Daddario step up and answer the challenge? This one's personal now.

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### Queen of the Beach 2026: Round 1 – Dafne Keen vs. Salma Hayek

The beach arena is charged with raw emotion under the blazing sun, waves crashing like applause for a legend's farewell. **Salma Hayek**, the timeless Latin firecracker and undisputed veteran legend, receives a thunderous standing ovation as she makes her entrance. With smoldering eyes, voluptuous curves, and that passionate, fiery intensity that's defined eras, she's the massive crowd favorite. Banners wave: "Salma Forever," "Gracias Legend," and "One Last Dance." Announced as her final tournament ever, this feels like a coronation – fans chant her name, tears in many eyes, honoring the icon who's graced the sand with unmatched charisma.

Her challenger, **Dafne Keen**, the fierce young predator making her debut tournament appearance, emerges to curious murmurs and scattered applause. Lean, explosive, and radiating raw athletic talent from her action-hero roots, the rookie stares down the legend with unblinking intensity, ready to shatter dreams.

Salma ignites the crowd in a sizzling red string bikini, her voluptuous hourglass figure glistening with oil, curves bouncing with every passionate step.

Dafne counters in a predatory black one-piece cut high on the hips, her toned, youthful muscles rippling, exuding coiled aggression.

**Round 1:** The bell sounds, and Dafne detonates instantly. She explodes forward with blinding speed, ducking under Salma's opening clinch attempt and blasting a double-leg takedown that slams the legend into the sand. The crowd gasps as Keen mounts aggressively, raining down sharp elbows to the body and thighs while transitioning to full guard pass. Salma bucks with fiery passion, her voluptuous hips bridging explosively to sweep, but Dafne's raw power stuffs it cold. The rookie locks in a crushing body triangle, squeezing Salma's midsection while landing hammerfists that echo across the beach. Hayek scrambles desperately, using her curves to create space and reverse briefly to her knees – the fans roar hopefully – but Dafne chains seamlessly into a backpack hold, dragging her back down and grinding from side control. Salma's face flushes under the relentless pressure, her smoldering eyes wide as Keen dominates position after position, racking up massive points with vicious ground-and-pound bursts. The veteran survives the round on pure heart, but it's a one-sided destruction – Dafne takes Round 1 decisively, and concerned boos start trickling in.

**Round 2:** Salma charges out fueled by legacy pride, landing early passionate knees in the clinch and a hip toss that draws massive cheers. She mounts briefly, grinding down with voluptuous pressure, trying to smother the rookie's fire. But Dafne reverses with explosive athleticism, scrambling to top position and unleashing hell. Keen batters Salma with knee rides, elbow flurries to the ribs, and thigh slaps that leave red marks on the legend's curves. She locks in a tight armbar, cranking it deep – Salma screams in defiance, stacking to escape – but Dafne releases at the last second, smirking wickedly. The crowd boos loudly as it's clear: the rookie is toying, deliberately prolonging the pain to humiliate the icon and force a grueling third round. Dafne follows with a rear-naked choke sink, body scissors crushing Salma's waist as the legend's struggles weaken. Hayek powers to her feet once, slamming Keen down in desperation, but the young predator absorbs it and reverses again, pouring on top pressure with chest-to-chest grinds and short punches. Salma's breaths come in gasps, battered and bruised across the sand, surviving multiple near-finishes only because Dafne eases off each time. Round 2 is total domination – Dafne wins handily, the boos now a thunderous wave as the crowd turns fully against the cruel rookie.

Between rounds, Salma stumbles to her stool, body heaving, curves marked with sand and red welts. The legend looks to her corner, eyes filled with tears of exhaustion and heartbreak. She shakes her head slowly – unable to continue in her final tournament. The ref confirms: Salma quits before Round 3. The arena erupts in sorrowful applause for the icon, quickly drowned by vicious boos aimed at Dafne.

**Dafne Keen wins  – Salma Hayek's legendary career ends in devastating fashion!**

As Salma is tenderly helped from the sand to a final standing ovation, Dafne stands victorious in the center, flexing with arrogant swagger. She amplifies the humiliation: strutting over to Salma's discarded towel, grinding it underfoot, then mimicking the legend's iconic hip sway in an exaggerated, mocking dance. Grabbing the mic amid deafening jeers, Dafne sneers: "That's it? The 'great' Salma quits like a coward? Too slow, too old, abuela – go home and retire for good!" She blows sarcastic kisses toward the exiting legend, drawing objects tossed from angry fans. The rookie has transformed into the tournament's most despised villain in one brutal display.

#### Media Reactions to the End of Salma Hayek's Career
The entire beach community is in mourning over the cruel curtain call for an all-time great. Reactions pour in:

- **ESPN Beach Beat**: "Absolute heartbreak – Salma Hayek's iconic career ends with stool retirement after Dafne Keen's sadistic domination and toying. Releasing holds on purpose? Mocking dances and 'abuela' taunts? Pure villainy. Thank you, Salma, for the passion and fire. A legend forever."

- **Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Twitter**: "Tears for Salma Hayek – her farewell tournament stolen by rookie Dafne Keen's ruthless beatdown and post-match mockery. That deliberate prolongation in Round 2 was cruel. Salma, you've inspired generations. Eternal queen!"

- **Bleacher Beach Report**: "Gut-wrenching: Dafne Keen destroys and humiliates Salma Hayek, forcing quit before Round 3 with toyed submissions and final taunts. Crowd (and world) turns heel on the debutant instantly. Salma's legacy untouched – but what a bitter end."

- **Fan Forums (Reddit r/BeachQueens)**: "Devastated and furious. Salma fought with heart, but Dafne toyed like a monster – releasing finishes just to hurt more? Then that dance and mic trash? Most hated ever. Salma deserved glory, not this. RIP to an era."

- **TMZ Beach**: "Iconic career over in controversy! Dafne Keen batters Salma Hayek into retirement, then humiliates with mocks and 'abuela' jabs. Standing O for Salma mixed with trash thrown at Dafne – villain arc unlocked! Drama at max."

Salma bows out amid heartbreak, her fiery legacy burning bright despite the shadows. Dafne marches on as public enemy #1 – vengeance awaits.

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### Queen of the Beach 2026: Round 1 – Jennifer Lawrence vs. Emily Ratajkowski

The sun-drenched beach arena is absolutely buzzing for this epic Round 1 showdown between two adored veterans and undeniable crowd favorites. **Jennifer Lawrence**, the fierce warrior charisma bombshell with athletic fire, no-quit intensity, and that unbreakable grit forged in blockbuster battles, strides out to deafening cheers – her powerful legs and toned curves radiating pure determination.

**Emily Ratajkowski**, the sultry Insta siren and beach warfare veteran with hypnotic hourglass perfection and veteran savvy, matches the roar with her own massive ovation – her flawless, sun-kissed skin and poised dominance drawing wolf whistles from the packed stands.

Jennifer powers out in a bold electric blue bikini, hugging her athletic curves and highlighting her fierce, toned physique. Emily sizzles in a barely-there white string bikini, her iconic hourglass figure oiled and gleaming, every move hypnotic.

**Round 1:** The bell rings, and it's instant fireworks – a technical clinic laced with intensity. Jennifer explodes with her warrior athleticism, circling aggressively on the hot sand and feinting strikes before shooting a lightning double-leg takedown. She slams Emily down, the impact kicking up sand as the crowd erupts. Lawrence transitions swiftly to half-guard, landing short, sharp elbows to the body and thighs while stuffing Ratajkowski's hip escapes. Emily defends slickly, using butterfly guard to elevate and sweep, nearly reversing – fans hold their breath – but JLaw's no-quit power bases down hard, reclaiming side control. She grinds with knee-on-belly pressure, drawing winces from Emily, then mounts briefly to rain controlled hammerfists and chest compression for points. Ratajkowski scrambles valiantly, framing with arms and shrimping to regain guard late in the round, but Jennifer's relentless top game dominates time and strikes. JLaw takes Round 1 on points in a gritty display, the split cheers loving every second.

**Round 2:** Emily adapts like the veteran she is, closing distance early and forcing heated clinches against the ropes. She uses sultry hip control to off-balance Jennifer, landing crisp knees to the midsection before executing a beautiful harai goshi hip throw that flips Lawrence to the sand – the arena explodes! Mounted high, Ratajkowski pours on hypnotic pressure, grinding chest-to-chest while wrapping legs in a tight body scissors that squeezes audible gasps from JLaw. Emily transitions fluidly to north-south, landing precise short punches and elbow drives to the ribs, wearing down Jennifer's explosive reserves. Lawrence bridges explosively multiple times, her athletic fire shining as she explodes to her knees and nearly reverses, but Emily's beach-honed poise anticipates, stuffing and reclaiming mount. Ratajkowski controls the pace masterfully, mixing smothering grinds with strike flurries that redden Jennifer's toned abs. JLaw survives on pure grit, scrambling to her feet late, but the damage is done – Emily dominates Round 2 decisively, evening the match amid thunderous applause for the comeback.

**Round 3:** Both warriors dig to their cores in an exhausting, edge-of-your-seat war. Emily presses early with takedown chains, forcing Jennifer defensive and landing a brief trip to side control. But Lawrence's fierce intensity ignites – she explodes a reversal mid-round, bucking Emily off and pouncing to full mount as the crowd surges. JLaw unleashes athletic hell: knee rides that pin arms, short elbow bursts to the body, and relentless positional advances that rack up crucial dominance points. Emily defends brilliantly with hip escapes and guard retention, locking a near-armbar that forces Jennifer to stack and defend desperately – gasps all around! But Lawrence powers through, breaking free and grinding back to top with chest pressure and controlled strikes. The final minute is chaos: scrambles, near-reversals, both women slick with sweat and sand, but JLaw's no-quit endurance edges the control time and octane. Jennifer takes Round 3 on points, securing a hard-fought 2-1 victory in an absolute classic!

The final bell sounds, and the two exhausted veterans meet in the center, embracing tightly with genuine smiles and mutual nods of respect. They raise each other's arms together, drawing a massive standing ovation for the display of skill and sportsmanship. The energy shifts as the bracket flashes: Jennifer's Round 2 opponent is the despised rookie villain **Dafne Keen**. The crowd erupts in unified "J-Law! J-Law!" chants, with Emily staying ringside to hype her up – pumping fists and shouting encouragement: "End her! For all of us!" The arena is fully united behind Lawrence heading into the vengeance-fueled showdown.

**Jennifer Lawrence advances in a tournament highlight-reel war – pure class from both queens!**

#### Media Reactions to the Looming Jennifer Lawrence vs. Dafne Keen Round 2 Match
The hype train is full speed after this thriller sets up hero vs. heel perfection:

- **ESPN Beach Beat**: "Instant classic! JLaw edges EmRata 2-1 in a technical war, then that heartfelt embrace Now vs. Dafne Keen – the Salma-destroying villain. Jennifer's warrior fire vs. rookie's cruelty? This Round 2 is MUST-SEE for redemption! #QueenOfTheBeach2026"

- **Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Twitter**: "JLaw vs EmRata delivered Gritty points battle ends in respect hug. Crowd (and Emily!) rallying Jennifer vs. hated Dafne Keen next. Avenge Salma – America's warrior got this!"

- **Bleacher Beach Report**: "What a fight! Jennifer Lawrence's no-quit intensity outlasts Emily Ratajkowski's poise. Post-match love beautiful. Round 2 vs Dafne Keen? Good vs pure evil – betting on JLaw to dismantle the taunting rookie."

- **Fan Forums (Reddit r/BeachQueens)**: "That Round 3 scramble had me screaming! Hug was wholesome AF. Now JLaw vs Dafne – perfect karma setup. Jennifer's athleticism destroys villains. Let's gooo, avenge the legends!"

- **TMZ Beach**: "Epic vet battle ends in bro-hug vibes Jennifer Lawrence wins thriller, crowd chants her into war vs. Dafne Keen. The mock-master vs. fierce fave? Round 2 drama incoming – JLaw revenge tour starts now!"

Vengeance is brewing – this Round 2 clash is already legendary in the making.

### Queen of the Beach 2026: Day 1 Recap
The opening day of **Queen of the Beach 2026** exploded with drama, upsets, and emotional rollercoasters – here's how the media is breaking it all down:

- Lead story: "Alexandra Daddario survives Ashley Graham's power assault with a clutch Round 3 pinfall – blue-eyed favorite advances amid roars. But the real shocks? Yoko Matsugane smothers out Brooklyn Decker in brutal fashion, calling out Daddario next. Dafne Keen forces Salma Hayek's retirement with sadistic toying – legend quits in tears. Jennifer Lawrence edges Emily Ratajkowski in a classic, setting up match vs. Keen."

**Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Twitter Thread**: "Day 1 Delivered"
- "Alex Daddario pins Ashley Graham after war – poised for deep run!"
- "Heartbroken for Brooklyn Decker – smothered by Yoko Justice needed!"
- "Salma Hayek's farewell ends in retirement quit vs Dafne Keen – rookie villain mocks legend. Unacceptable."
- "JLaw vs EmRata = instant classic! Respect hug Now avenge Salma vs Keen!"

**Bleacher Beach Report**: "Day 1 Shockwaves: Heroes Hold, Villains Surge"
- Highlights: "Daddario's comeback pin keeps favorites alive. Lawrence's gritty win over Ratajkowski unites crowd for Keen showdown. But Yoko's Decker upset and Keen's Hayek destruction flip the script – villain heat at all-time high."

**TMZ Beach**: "Drama Overload on Day 1! Tears, Smothers, and Callouts"
- "Rookie Dafne Keen toys with Salma Hayek into retirement – mocks with 'abuela' dance. Boos deafening!"
- "Yoko buries Brooklyn Decker, stomps and calls Daddario – feud locked!"
- "JLaw wins thriller vs EmRata – crowd chants her into Keen war."
- "Alex pins Graham – blue eyes prevail!"

**Reddit r/BeachQueens Megathread**: "Day 1 Discussion – I'm Speechless"
- Top: "Dafne is pure evil – Salma deserved better farewell"
- "Yoko upsetting Brooklyn? Bracket broken."
- "JLaw/EmRata respect >> Dafne needs karma."
- "Alex comeback pin was chef's kiss – Sydney still queen tho."

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Catfight Web Sites & Sources / Re: Pacific Northwest Catfight videos

« Last post by psy999999 on December 19, 2025, 08:35:41 PM »

Here’s one I like

https://www.mediafire.com/file/48rslslzo7r6u5a/l+vs+j+.mp4/file

Merry Christmas

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Celebrity Fights- Stories / Re: Queen of the Beach 2026

« Last post by tr0tz on December 19, 2025, 08:24:51 PM »

Lohan vs. Atwell is the match I need to see in the first round.

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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: My Story So Far, What's Yours?

« Last post by Bear on December 19, 2025, 07:57:20 PM »

My discovery story is pretty much the same as everyone else's here: a pre-pubescent fascination with women / girls fighting but not even associating it with anything sexual until I came of age.   As one of the older contributors to this Board my experiences in finding material was a real challenge.  I hope that some readers might find the following entertaining. 

In the 60's and early 70's the only sources for fvf was: an occasional movie; an occasional TV show: pro wrestling magazines and roller derby. 

I was in constant search of movies that seemed "catfight possible" and scoured the weekly TV guide for late-night movies that had "girls" or "women" in the title and for movies that I already knew had fights.  With those, I knew at what point in the film the fight happened, so I could set my alarm clock and wake up at about the right time to watch the fight.   For example, in the movie "Dragoon Wells Massacre" I knew that Mona Freeman and Katie Jurado were going to go at it near the end of the movie.  So if it aired between 1:00am at 2:30am, I could set the alarm for 2:00.  I was fortunate that I didn't have to share a bedroom with a sibling, so my time (and TV) were my own.  I also lost a lot of sleep watching movies that disappointed me. 

TV shows were generally a source of surprise, and still are.  However with shows like The Avengers, The Girl From Uncle and Honey West I could usually read the short synopsis on the plot and get a good sense of what might transpire.  Although most of the fights in these shows weren't great, they were far better than nothing at all. 

The pro wrestling magazines, Wrestling Revue and The Wrestler always featured one women's match with photos.  I purchased both of them each month and cut out the photos, adding them to my scrapbook that I kept hidden deep in my closet.  Then one of my dreams came true.  Two magazines entitled "Girl Wrestling" were released.  I bought both of them and had to watch the mail delivery very closely for weeks to make sure that the large envelopes weren't intercepted by my Mom. 

As I grew older and more material became available, I better defined my preferences.  I have always liked women that are thick-set to heavy-set, so I began to seek fvf material with women fitting those parameters.  That was a challenge.  In fact, I'd say it was an even greater challenge than finding stuff when I was young.  The few matches that I found involving heavier women had them destroying some tiny woman or wrestling against a man, and I HATE MIXED!!!  I couldn't be the only guy in the world who wanted to watch heavier, perhaps older women in action against each other.  Then came the Internet and the light went on with some producers. Crystal reacted to requests from its customers and began producing scenario fights and real fights featuring BBW's.  Each video magazine from #3 on, had one fight featuring bigger women.  Ladyhawke and Kontex had a stable of heavyset beauties who wrestled each other.  I found other random matches online and at websites like BBW Wrestling (now defunct) and Rockin-Roxanne.  Life is good. 

Now I have plenty of material to satisfy me, however I'm always on the look-out for yet another great video, but haven't seen much lately.

Anyway, that's my story.  Thanks for reading.