Finish Her!

[krispin]

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?

[tr0tz]

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?

[Nicole S]

Flashback 2002

Jennifer Connelly VS Jennifer Love Hewitt

"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.

[orangemoose]

I would not mind seeing Taylor Swift defeat Kourtney, Khloe, and Kim Kardashian after these recent stories with Kylie and Kendall.

[JT Edson]

Goldie Hawn vs Suzanne Somers: Cage Match

 


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.

[JT Edson]

Flashback 2002

Jennifer Connelly VS Jennifer Love Hewitt

"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.

[Nicole S]

Dakota Blue Richards VS Sarah Hyland
(reupload from 2018)



"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.                 

[BlueRoses]

Jessica Alba turned 43 on Sunday! Here is the story of her long-running birthday feud with Eliza Dushku.



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.

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.

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.

[Jackflash Jump]

Halle Berry vs Kylie Minogue



Although the two fifty-something beauties had been retired from catfighting for years, recent flaring animosity between them had led them to agree to return to the carpet wars one last time.

The widespread expectation among the elite spectators was that Halle, standing a full five inches taller than Kylie, had a near-insurmountable physical advantage over her opponent.  Kylie herself certainly felt so, which is why she sought to deprive her rival of that advantage.  As the two beauties were introduced and brought out into the spacious Bel Air mansion living room that would be their battleground, Halle turned to acknowledge the cheers of her supporters...and it was at that moment that Kylie opted to begin the fight early, charging Berry and landing a hard kick to the side of her knee.

Halle gave a gasp of pain and crumpled to the floor, and Minogue unleashed a brutal assault specifically targeting Berry's knee: stomps and twists quickly rendered the joint so throbbing with pain, Halle was unable to stand on her feet.

Had Kylie pressed her advantage and gone in for the kill, she quite likely could have overwhelmed her adversary and won the match in a rout.  But arrogance has always been the blonde's Achilles' heel, and she now could not resist parading around the room, taunting her fallen rival and displaying her dominance before the crowd.  And while Halle's battered knee may have left her right leg largely useless, her left worked just fine.

Minogue discovered that with a loud yelp of shock as a Russian leg sweep took her feet out from under her, and she crashed hard onto her rear end.  Halle pulled her left leg in tight, only in the next instant to uncoil it, lashing out with a kick that sent the sole of her foot slamming into the side of her rival's head, leaving the suddenly stunned Kylie sprawled on her side and mewling.

Rolling over onto her hands and knees, Berry lunged atop Kylie.  But any hopes she may have had of winning this match quickly evaporated as Minogue got her second wind, and the two snarling beauties rolled back and forth across the floor, hands clutching, yanking, clawing whatever flesh or hair they could grab.

As the minutes ticked by, a glimmer of fear came to Halle's eyes.  Although she remained in excellent shape for her age, she realized that her endurance was far less than it had been.  But Kylie, on the other hand, has maintained a strenuous schedule of concert performances, and her endurance is still very near what it was twenty-five years ago.  All the blonde has to do now is out-last her opponent, and victory would hers.  Worse still for the brunette, she knew that Kylie knew it, too.

Realizing she had to bring the battle to an end swiftly, Halle gritted her teeth and rose up to her feet, blocking out the pain to her knee.  Hauling Kylie up by her flaxen hair, she wrapped her arms around the startled blonde and hoisted her up with a tremendous show of raw power, and with an Amazoninan roar slammed Minogue back to the floor.  Left dazed by this, Kylie was too slow to put up a proper defense as Berry snaked her right arm across her throat and wrapped her left across her head, locking on a combination choke/sleeper hold.  Kylie's arms flailed in panic as she struggled for breath, her blue eyes going glazed and her lids growing heavy.

Soon enough, those eyelids fluttered shut, and Kylie's body went limp.  Releasing her rival, Halle struggled back upright, then placed her right foot on Minogue's heaving chest and raised her arms in a show of triumph, giving her cheering supporters a smile and wink, as she proved she still had what it took to win.

[Jackflash Jump]

Ariana Grande vs Sabrina Carpenter



AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA!!!

The blonde's voice trilled sharply, betraying her agony as her opponent viciously pinched and twisted her nipples.  Both singers had been taking a cruel delight in making the other "sing" in agony during their fight, and Ariana was especially pleased at how many scales she made Sabrina wail through just now.  "Can't wait to hear your encore, sunshine," Grande taunted her adversary.

But the brunette would be denied that, if only for now, as Carpenter swung her arms up and slammed the heels of her palms into her tormentor's temples.  Ariana let out a gasping grunt and, releasing her hold on the blonde' aching nipples, she stumbled backward with a moan, instantly glassy-eyed.

Ignoring her own pain, Sabrina slipped behind her dazed rival and reached around with her hands, until they clutched Ariana's bikini thong.  The blonde then began to savagely yank the garment up, subjecting Grande to a brutal front wedgie, the fabric disappearing up into her womanhood.  The brunette's howl of anguish started low but rapidly rose in both pitch and volume, until she was hitting a piercing note well beyond her normal register.  Tears streaked down Ariana's face as she continued wailing in sheer agony, until finally she began to screech "I GIVE UP!  I GIVE UP!  IIIIII GIIIIIIVE UUUUUUP!!!"

Sabrina kept tugging for a few moments more before releasing her grasp, and Ariana collapsed to the floor in a sobbing, whimpering heap.  Placing a foot on the back of her beaten rival, Carpenter now gleefully sang, "And the winner is...MEEEEEEEEE!"

[Nicole S]

Karen Gillan VS Jenna Coleman



Jenna Coleman had found herself in a precarious position early into the fight. Karen Gillan's thighs pressed down with unrelenting force, making it hard for the brunette to draw a breath. The Scottish woman's smug grin only grew wider as she leaned in closer, her voice dripping with mockery as she trailed her finger across the top of Jenna's heaving breasts. "Tell me, Jenna," Karen purred, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "How big are these tits of yours?"

Jenna gritted her teeth, her face flushed with effort and humiliation. She tried to push Karen's legs away, but it was like trying to lift a vice. "34D," Jenna finally grunted out, her voice strained.

Karen's grin widened at Jenna's strained confession. "34D, huh? That's impressive... when I'm done, you might still be able to fill a B cup, at least."

Karen then tightened her grip, her powerful thighs clamping down even harder around Jenna's chest. Jenna gasped as Karen's thighs targeted her boobs specifically, tightened around her bust as Jenna's tits were squished beneath Karen's left thigh. Jenna's hands frantically tried to pry Karen's legs apart, but it was useless. She threw back her head and let out a banshee wail as she felt like her boobs were going to pop.

"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!" Jenna yowled as her body jackknifed as the redhead temporarily relented, and then bore down with a sudden squeeze.

"Oh, quit yer whining!" Karen taunted with a low growl, "C'mon, those big tits of yours can surely take some more!"

Jenna's face was turning red as she continued to push on Karen's thighs, tears stinging her eyes as she sobbed lightly. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, watching in awe as Karen dominated the match. The redhead relished in her control, her smile never fading as she maintained her vice-like grip. Jenna's strength was quickly fading as the Scot's thighs continued to wallop her chest as her boobs mushroomed under Karen's thighs.

"Now, in front of everyone," Karen demanded as she lifted her thigh finally, letting Jenna draw in some much needed breath. Karen's voice had begun as a low whisper, before she then raised her volume so the entire crowd could hear her question, "Who's the best Who girl?"

Jenna's voice quivered in both humiliation and frustration, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With the fight drained out of her by Karen's devastating tit-scissors, Jenna had no choice but to finally choke it out:. "You...are," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Karen's smile widened as she released her hold fully, letting Jenna collapse to the mat, gasping for air as her hands immediately massaged her flattened breasts. The redhead stood over her defeated opponent, basking in her conquest. She turned to leave, but not before delivering one final, cutting remark just to add salt to Jenna's wounds.

"By the way," Karen scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain as she eyed Jenna's heaving breasts, "Peri's were bigger."


Michelle Trachtenberg VS Kaley Cuoco



Michelle Trachtenberg and Kaley Cuoco had been going at it for what felt like hours, both giving their all in a brutal, no-holds-barred catfight. The arena echoed with the sounds of their grunts and the slaps of skin on skin as they wrestled on the mat, each trying to prove their superiority. Kaley, dressed in a simple black brassiere and matching boy shorts, had been holding her own well enough, but Michelle, in a black leotard that showed off her upper thighs, was a force to be reckoned with.

Kaley had managed to get Michelle in a few compromising positions, but the brunette always found a way to break free and retaliate hard. At one point early in the match, Kaley had Michelle in a headlock as Michelle pried on her arm. The blonde delved into some unprecedented cruelty as she dug her nail into Michelle's cheek, drawing blood and eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the Buffy alumni. Michelle could feel the warmth of the blood trickling down her face, but it only furled her determination to keep fighting.

Eventually, the tide turned permanently when Michelle managed to catch Kaley off guard, using her long legs to sweep Cuoco to the ground with a crash. Michelle wasted no time as she slipped herself into position, locking her legs around Cuoco's neck in her patented reverse headscissors. Kaley's face was pressed against Michelle's firm, toned thighs as she was forced to stare at the brunette's ass, and the pressure was immediate.

The blonde tried to fight back, hitting and smacking at Michelle's legs with all the strength she could muster. Her fists pounded against Michelle's thighs, but she was hitting pure muscle. Michelle barely flinched, her expression calm and composed as she simply grunted through the strikes to her figure. Cuoco desperately raked one of her fingers down Michelle's thigh to draw some blood, but shrieked as her nail broke as she tried to dig into the skin. Unlike Michelle's cute face, her thighs were much more durable.

"Nails aren't gonna cut it this time, you dumb bitch. See, you can claw my legs and hit my ass all you want--" Michelle purred with condescension in her voice as she looked over her shoulder, flexing her butt as her legs clamped down even harder around Kaley's neck as the blonde let out a loud groan, "-but I can squeeze a lot fucking harder than you can hit!"

Kaley's eyes were squeezed shut as she was being choked between Michelle's legs, her face turning red from the effort. She continued to smack and claw at the brunette's legs, but it was a worthless endeavour. Trachtenberg's grip was unyielding as ever, her thighs akin to a vice as they dug into Kaley's throat. Kaley's struggles soon grew weaker. Michelle's legs flexed and tightened with each passing second, her muscles taut with effort as she squeezed with just over half her maximum capability. Soon, the blonde's hits became pitiful slaps, her strength sapped under the relentless pressure.

Michelle held the hold for a few more seconds as Cuoco slumped between her legs, and then let go only once she felt the telltale sign of victory - some drool had escaped Kaley's lips and began to run down Michelle's thighs. Kaley Cuoco lay motionless on the mat, completely subdued between Michelle's thighs. Michelle stood up slowly, breathing heavily but victorious, her legs having proven their worth once again. She looked down at her fallen opponent, a satisfied smile on her lips as she savoured another win.

[Jimi]

Sophia Bush VS Elizabeth Olsen





The crowd was stunned silent. Shook. Fanboys' jaws were on the floor. They were no longer cheering for fan favorite Liz Olsen. They were just staring.

Liz had also been the betting favorite. Bookies expected her to win. Fans expected her to trash Sophia Bush. Even Liz expected this to be a mere formality.

But now, as Liz sat in the corner of the ring in just her bra and panties, head resting against a turnbuckle, her eyes clearly showed her defeat. She stared up at Sophia, looking nervous, chest rising and falling mesmerizingly with deep breaths. "Wai..." Was all Liz could huff out.

Sophia turned and planted her plump ass right into Liz's face. Liz's legs kicked and her arms flailed, as Sophia aggressively rubbed her rump all over Liz's shocked, tired features.

When Sophia stepped away, Liz was left groggy and slumped on her ass, an arm laid over each bottom rope. Liz's left breast and bounced free of her bra from the violent struggling a moment before.

Sophia grabbed Liz's ankles and dragged her slightly out of the corner. Liz laid there on her back, one tit flopped out, sweaty hair matted to her face. Sophia climbed to the top turnbuckle. The crowd gasped in anticipation.

Sophia turned on the top rope to address the crowd. "Should I land on her face or her fat tits?" Sophia asked with a little giggle.

The crowd failed to respond. Sophia shrugged. "Well, she did make fun of my breasts earlier. So..."

Sophia leapt through the air and Liz watched as if in slow motion. Yet she couldn't muster the energy to roll away. Liz screamed as Sophia's sexy ass landed hard right on those Marvel-ous tits. The crowd was loud now, but it was hard to tell if they were excited or afraid.

Sophia remained on Liz's mushroomed and surely bruised funbags for the three count. And she didn't bother to move for moments afterwards, simply raising her arms and grinning.

"Thanks, Liz. There's nothing quite like silencing a crowd," Sophia laughed to her downed victim as she wriggled her ass against those flattened sacks, getting a loud pained, defeated groan from Liz.

[JT Edson]

I have loved these for years.
Thanks all who post these.

[Jackflash Jump]

Britney Spears vs Kyla Pratt



Kyla cackled with glee as the blonde was slowly driven down to her knees in this test of strength, their fingers laced together and their arms trembling from the exertion.  Pratt had been advised to not challenge Britney, who had far more catfighting experience, but Kyla was convinced that Spears was past her prime as a fighter, and a win over the blonde would proper Pratt to the upper ranks of combatants.

And there appeared to be some truth in that.  Throughout their relentless penthouse battle, Kyla matched Britney at every step, and now it appeared that the blonde had hit the wall of exhaustion and had nothing left to give.  Pratt was already envisioning the victory pose she would strike over her beaten opponent.

But then, the smirk on her face began to twist into a frown as Britney, growling like a she-cat from the exertion, began to turn the tide.  She slowly started to rise up from her knees, and now it was Pratt who found herself driven down, her hands painfully bent back at the wrists as her rival called upon every last dreg of power she had in herself.

Kyla's mind raced with confusion on what she could do to regain control...but that option was taken away from her as Spears suddenly drove her knee up into the brunette's jaw.  Dazed, Pratt offered only scant resistance as Britney, adrenaline now pumping through her body, released her adversary's hands and grabbed her hair, pulling Kyla up onto unsteady legs.  The blonde then scooped her up, displaying amazing raw power at this late stage in the fight, and proceeded to slam her victim to the floor.

That left Kyla as little more than a rag doll, and she would have quickly submitted to any number of holds.  But Britney wasn't interested in a submission; she wanted to teach this little bitch a lesson.  So she pulled the glassy-eyed Pratt up to a sitting position on the floor and knelt behind her, applying a rear naked choke.  Kyla's arms waved weakly in the air, and she gurgled out a gasping, "Quit...quit...!"  But Spears kept the chokehold on, and soon enough her rival's glazed eyes fluttered shut, and with a whimper her body went limp.

Invigorated by her victory, Britney stood up, letting the semi-conscious Kyla sag back to the floor.  The blonde then placed a foot on her conquered opponent's heaving breasts and raised her right arm to signal her win, as the spectators erupted in cheers and applause.

[BlueRoses]

Christina Hendricks VS Hayley Atwell

"Are you blind, or just stupid?"

Christina's question was only answered by a low whimper as the redhead thumped her gigantic tits into Hayley's tenderised pair yet again.

"Were you honestly naïve enough to believe that your modest bumps could compete with MY. DIVINE. BREASTS?"

She punctuated these last three words by driving said globes into Hayley's once-impressive bosom before wrapping her arms around the Englishwoman and pulling her close, grinding their boobs into each other and laughing as Hayley's were completely overwhelmed.

"Answer me, sweetie. I don't take kindly to the silent treatment from...lesser women."

"Please...I....I made a mistake....you've made your point." Hayley's eyes were swimming as Christina allowed her defeated form to slump to the floor. As good as her tits are, she had been forced to realise that there are some women who you simply don't challenge.

"Whose tits are bigger and better?" asked Christina as she pinched Hayley's cheek condescendingly.

"...Yours," mumbled Hayley.

"Good," responded Christina curtly. "Now get out of my sight and drag that ugly flat chest of yours back across the Atlantic where I don't have to see it anymore."

Hayley was feeling sorry for herself but she had enough pride left to resent being spoken to like this or to accept such a description of her brilliant bust, even if it had just met its better.

"No need to retrieve your bra," said Christina, casually indicating the discarded garment. "I'll need some souvenir or I'll forget this little duel."

"How dare you speak to me like this?" snarled Hayley as she rose and grabbed Christina by the hair. "So you've got a big, massive pair of tits. Good for you. Do you think that makes you better than me?"

Furious, she slapped Christina in her smug face, only for Christina to return her blow just as hard.

"Actually, it does make me better than you," smirked the redhead. "And you know it too."

Hayley took Christina down with an old-fashioned rugby tackle. The stunned American hadn't the time to regain her composure before Hayley sank her manicured nails deep into the redhead's titflesh, drawing a howl of pain from the depths of her very being.

"How dare you?!" raged Christina but Hayley was in no mood to be intimidated and slapped her angry face back down to the floor.

"These big fucking sacks don't make you special," said Hayley as she smacked Christina's orbs back and forth. She grabbed Christina's right breast with both hands and squeezed it between them as if she was wringing out a soaking sponge. The American screamed under this barrage.

"Come on, Miss Big Tits," taunted Hayley. "I thought you could take it."

Christina was more-or-less frozen with the shock and the pain of Hayley's attack. She had been prepared for a fight but nothing like this. Her momentary relief when the Englishwoman relinquished her vice-like grip on her right breast was all too fleeting as the enraged brunette gave the same savage treatment to her left.

"Aw," said Hayley with a mock pout when she saw Christina was now sobbing. "I thought you were better than me. I thought these big (SLAP!) fucking (SLAP!) tits (SLAP!) made you the queen of the world."

She pulled the quivering Christina to her knees and pulled her head into Hayley's own big rack. Wrapping her legs around Christina's waist and keeping the redhead's face pressed tight against her bosom she lay back, bringing Christina unwillingly on top of her.

"mmmmmmmppphhphph. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmpphhhhh," moaned Christina, desperate for a breath.

"What's the matter now, Cow? Surely not being smothered out by my "flat chest," are you?"

Hayley held this winning pose for some minutes until her boobs were wet with the drool and tears of her vanquished enemy and Christina's body had long ceased resisting before finally rising and retrieving her fallen bra.

"You wanted this as a souvenir, you saggy skank?" asked Hayley without any expectation of an answer. "Keep it. May you never forget what's happened here today."

She tied the bra crudely around Christina's head so that one cup was covering her face, got dressed and left the titty queen in a crumpled pile.

[BlueRoses]