Finish Her!

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Glad to see someone finally use Natasha Liu Bordizzo in a fight.  Hope she appears more in the future. 

Hailee Steinfeld would be a good match for her...

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Sadie Sink vs Iman Vellani


Sadie roared in frustration.  She just couldn't get a hold on Vellani.  Every hold, every throw- Iman slipped out or managed to frustrate the attempt. Sadie had gotten her licks in, no doubt about it.  Iman was breathing as hard as Sadie. When Sadie caught a glimpse of the long, dark scratches over Iman's entire body, it filled her with pride.  But the bitch would just not go down. Which is why their faces were pressed together, cheek-to-cheek, as they grappled for leverage.
And Saddie couldn't find a hook or lever.  She couldn't even free an arm to strike her fore.  Kicks just didn't have the power to end this wretched lockup. Their wild, tousled hair formed halos around their heads, warring against the other as they did.  They could feel and hear each other pant as they pushed, pressed, and twisted against each other.  Each grunt and groan a sign to the other of victory and defeat.  They pressed on, seeking the next opening. The quest for leverage drew their sweat-drenched bodies closer and closer together.  First, their breasts molded around each other.  Then their muscle-hardened stomachs pressed together, the sweat forming a seal under the heat of the lights.  They glowed under its gaze like a diamond of effort.

Sadie's knee buckled.  While Sadie had scored many a hit to Iman's skin, Iman had twisted and turned, and pulled and stretched the redhead every chance she got.  And the damage had taken its toll.  With a yelp of surprise, Sadie fell back with Iman locked against her. The wind was crushed from her body by the impact.  Sadie's limbs were shaken loose from her foe and left the red-head splayed out on the canvas.  Iman didn't escape unscathed from the impact, uttering an 'oof' as she landed. 

Less winded than her foe, Iman slid her body over Sadie, attempting a pin.  Instinctively, Sadie bucked her hips and pushed Iman forward.  Too late she realized this was a mistake.  Iman twisted with the thrust and fluidly transitioned from a pin attempt to a headscissors armbar. 

Sadie's eyes went wide as Iman's toned legs clamped over her neck and arm.  She clawed and scratched with her free hand.  She bucked, kicked, and twisted as hard as she could.  But Iman roared through the pain and the effort, maintaining the hold through her own pain.  Sadie's face flushed red and her head run with the all-female crowd's chanting.

"Finish her!  Finish her!"

Iman seemed to listen to them.  Secure in the knowledge that the fight had been squeezed out of her foe, Iman released the hold and hauled Sadie up to her feet by the hair. The lights shone in Sadie's eyes as Iman called out, blotting out the stars that clouded her vision. 
The crowd bayed for Sadie's defeat.

The world spun; her gut dropped. Before she could react, the world came crashing down. 

Iman Vellani heaved Sadie Sink up over her shoulders and slammed her head and shoulders to the canvas.  The impact rattled through the arena as the crowd cheered her on.

Iman breathed heavily as she looked down on Sadie's prostrate form. Sweat dripped from Iman's chin and onto Sadie's chin. Sadie didn't react, her mind driven from her skull by the impact. 

Iman raised both of her fists in the air, a smile sliding onto her face. It was a hard-earned victory, and she was glad to have it. She couldn't get to her feet again for a good five minutes, even as Sadie was dragged off.

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Kaitlyn Dever vs Sabrina Carpenter in bikinis in a wrestling ring

Kaitlyn


vs

Sabrina


It picks up with the topless Sabrina mounting the nude Kaitlyn in the middle of the ring




Sabrina didn't use a closed fist; she used the full, flat weight of her palms and the snapping precision of her fingers. The first blow landed squarely across Kaitlyn's cheek. Kaitlyn's head whipped to the side, her hair flying. But before she could even register the sting, the second strike hit the opposite cheek, centering the impact with a precision that left Kaitlyn's vision swimming.

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With Kaitlyn pinned and helpless, the blonde's arms became a relentless, alternating machine. The first five slaps were the openers--sharp, stinging warnings that snapped Kaitlyn's head, a collision that left her brain rattling against her skull. The next ten blows shifted from warnings to a demolition of Kaitlyn's composure. Sabrina, her eyes locked on the frantic, blinking gaze of the woman beneath her, unleashed a blur of palms. It was a rapid-fire barrage. Kaitlyn's cheeks flared into a deep, pulsing red. The heat of the strikes radiated across her face. Her head danced against the mat, the impact of each slap driving her further into the canvas, her gasps for air punctuated by the sound of skin meeting skin.

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The final five strikes were the crescendo. Sabrina slowed the tempo, savoring the vulnerability of the woman she had conquered. Each slap was delivered with a deliberate, agonizing pause, allowing the sting to peak before the next blow descended. *Crack.* Kaitlyn's eyes fluttered, a small, broken whimper escaping her lips. *Crack.* A single tear escaped and tracked through the grit on her cheek. By the twentieth strike, the sound was a definitive, booming closure, a final, resounding punctuation mark that left Kaitlyn's face a glowing, throbbing map of surrender.

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Kaitlyn lay there, her chest heaving; the ghost of the twenty slaps still vibrating through her jaw. The world was a blur. Her skin felt like it was on fire, a searing, electric heat that had stripped away every last shred of her defensive pride. She looked up at Sabrina; she had been broken.

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 Kaitlyn's muscles, which had been coiled like steel springs for the last hour, went slack all at once, leaving her limbs to splay across the canvas in a posture of openness. The fighting spirit that had fueled her headlocks and tugs had been replaced by a heavy lethargy. She stopped trying to pivot her hips; she stopped trying to find a grip on Sabrina's bikini. Instead, she let out a long, shuddering exhale, her chest sinking into the mat.

[At Your Throat]

Ella Purnell vs Kiernan Shipka

Ella Purnell (actress: Fallout, Yellowjackets) - 5'3" 117lbs 34-24-34 34B 29 years old

Kiernan Shipka (actress: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) - 5'2" 122lbs 32-23-33 32A 26 years old

Somewhere in a very nice, but unassuming brownstone in New York there is a place of absolute magic. Hair-yanking, clawing, smacking, body-to-body, nasty, real, raw, authentic magic between some of the most beautiful human beings to walk the planet. These gorgeous women, with their lives a mixture of high-stress workloads and long stretches of leisure time, have pooled their resources to pluck up certain properties all around the world. Most in America, but it truly is an international coordination. And the best part? It's all completely secret. The paparazzi have yet to get any verifiable proof of this secretive society. As far as the world is concerned it's just a conspiracy.

Tell that to Ella Purnell and Kiernan Shipka.

Tell that to the deep scratches dug into their bodies.

Tell that to the strands of hair, chocolate mixed with a bright cream soda, that littered the grounds at their feet.

Tell that to the curses they spit at one another when in agony.

Tell that to the involuntary whimpers and whines.

Tell that to the rattling of the century-old authentic oak frames and scuffs in the paint.

A conspiracy? If it was a conspiracy, it was the most painful, thrilling, distressing, enthralling conspiracy these two had ever been involved in.

With their bodies drained from the very real war between them, both Ella and Kiernan's attacks on each other had become more labored. The two women decided to take different approaches. Kiernan decided to go full-force. She could smell the blood in the water. She had made Ella cry a few times and could feel in her gut that she almost got her to submit a few times. But somehow the resourceful Brit had managed to wriggle away. Time and time again, Ella's balance and poise had been on display as well as her tenacity. But Kiernan could just feel it... she was ready to break.

The two of them had settled against a wall, some chipped paint having fallen into their hair and down their sweat-soaked cleavages. What remained of lace nighties clung to their skin. Ella's in particular sported a nice long rip down the left side after Kiernan had gotten particularly pissed off and tackled her to the floor. Ella recovered from that attack, as well. She crawled free from her torment and stumbled to her feet. The ill-tempered blonde took chase, catching up to her and knocking them both hard side-ways into the wall. As they snatched each other's hair, the blonde pressed forward. She smacked her abs forward, slid her legs around, and yanked down HARD.

Ella Purnell fell, her head smacking into the hardwood floor. Those big expressive eyes of hers rolled. This was the moment. Kiernan snatched up the hair and sank her hips down deep onto Ella's exposed tummy. She followed up with a bombardment of slaps that snapped Ella's head back and forth... and suddenly Ella's eyes stopped rolling and got straight real fast. She looked as if she had been sobered up. Perhaps the slaps shook some sense into her, but she seemed to realize this was not the place to be. Her hands came up, nails-first towards her blonde assailant's face. The sharpened hard enamel peeled back Kiernan's soft luxurious skin. And the attack was so sudden, so unexpected, so violent that the woman on top's attacks ceased completely.

Ella was not someone to question gifts. She threw her hips up, tossing the blonde off of her, and rolling on top. She would not make Kiernan's mistake. This girl was going to get put away. And as luck would have it... the blonde had made another mistake. She gave up her back, allowing Ella to hop onto her from behind. With one hand, Ella grabbed the blonde mane of her television rival, cruelly yanking it back before snapping it forward hard into the floor. With a satisfying KA-THUNK, Kiernan's forehead bounced up off of hardwood. Her body slackened. Ella's other hand went into action. She slid it up the smooth glistening neck of her stunned blonde (in Ella's words) *whore* of a rival and then across her supple pink lips. After pinching the bitch's (again, Ella's words) nose closed between her thumb and index finger knuckle, Ella leaned forward. She still controlled the golden yarn still attached to Kiernan's skull and used that to press her down towards the floor even more.

Then, Ella's legs came into play. Locked ankles. Squeezed thighs. Straining calves. And out came the moans. But they had nowhere to go except straight into Ella's hand. The long, drawn-out, feminine moans of a woman getting squeezed the fuck out by her thighs made Ella's nipples stiffen. It made her heart race. She wanted to do it again. So she squeezed harder. And Kiernan moaned louder. She pushed forward, causing the back of her own hand to be on the floor, acting as a barrier between Kiernan's mouth and it. But even with her hand between the floor and Kiernan's mouth, Ella could push the blonde's head down hard enough that she could feel her the tip of her nose bend like rubber. Then she felt the hot warm breath stream out of the restricted orifices and she felt even more powerful.

Ella leaned down into her victim's ear and said, "I can keep squeezing you all day, bitch. But if you wanna give up, now's a good time."

After another few squeezes and one final pathetic scramble from Kiernan, the blonde's body fully relaxed underneath the brunette. She moaned again. This one was the loudest. It came from somewhere deep down inside of her. It was the moan of defeat. A primal signal that Ella just instinctively recognized. It was a sound she would carry with her everywhere she went. It was a sound she wanted to hunt for forever.

Then, finally, a quieter moan came out. This one sounded like the vague formation of words. So, Ella moved her way away from Kiernan's mouth ever so slightly. She yanked on the blonde hair once more and asked for clarification.

"I give up..." moaned Kiernan. And finally, Ella released her. She stood over her once threatening younger rival, but now that Ella had heard the sound of her breaking... well, she could only look down at her with an odd mix of disdain and pity. She knew she did not want to be like that ever in her life. And yet, she also knew this feeling right now of pure unbridled verifiable superiority was well worth that risk.

And so, Ella Purnell found herself fully hooked into the so-called "conspiracy" of the celebrity catfight world.






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Please note that while AI was used to generate images, AI was NOT used in the writing of the story at all. I write the stories I post. I will continue to write the stories I post.

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what AI generator did you use to get actual-looking celebs

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