Finish Her!

[Zord7542]

Was thinking of more Renee for sure, any suggestions?

[Zord7542]

Brie Larson
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Vs

Renee Rapp
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Larson had an up and down reputation when it came to fighting. The Marvel star had won some fights, and she had lost some. But nothing before this had ever been so damaging to her reputation.

Not knowing the younger actress/singer, Larson had assumed at first that Rapp was simply a better looking fan when they met in one of the long lines at Disney World's epcot. Putting her arm around her and asking if Renee wanted a picture, Larson recieved a Belly punch and the fight was on from there.

The pair of women fought from Country to Country as people looked on and recorded with their phones. Security guards falling victim to punches and kicks as both Larson and Rapp assaulted everyone who came near them.

The fight had highlights of Larson jamming a Sausage down Rapp's throat in Germany, Rapp forcing the older woman's head under the water of a koi Pond in Japan, and Finally the last straw being Larson Forced into a chair in Canada where she was covered in Hot maple Syrup.

Renee tying the older woman to the chair using her own torn clothes. Both women were covered in scratches and bite marks as Renee smiled at the beaten woman. Larson begging for mercy as she saw the younger woman with a pair of scissors. "Please... no.. please.. whatever you're going to do.. I'll do anything.. Just don't l!" Larson moaned as Rapp grabbed her by the throat.

"Give this big Lesbian bitch a kiss then" Rapp teased, her tongue going over the other woman's cheek. Licking up some of the syrup as Larson shook her head yes repeatedly.

Rapp laughed. Kissing the other woman deeply, passionately before pulling away. "Not good enough." She said spitting on the ground before taking the scissors to the other woman's hair and chopping off the blonde locks of Larson.

Brie screamed. Kicking in the chair but without the strength to break free of her bonds. Her long hair ended up on the ground at her feet as she was left practically bald.

Rapp would smile. Tipping the chair over before planting her big, bare ass onto the older woman's face. Smothering her until she stopped moving beneath her.

Rapp would then stand up, planting her bare foot on the other woman's cheek and offerednto take pictures with the onlookers as though she were one of the characters at the park.

[Slowakei222]

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Sabrina Carpenter vs Skai Jackson



It had been a truly hellacious battle, as the two tiny titans (Sabrina is 5'0" and Skai is 4'11") raged across the penthouse room, so evenly matched that they had been fighting to a veritable stalemate from the very first moments.

Now however, Skai called upon her last dregs of fading power and unleashed a flurry of flaps, backhands and outright punches to her rival's face, head and chest, driving the blonde to one knee, her arms raised to try and protect herself, as she whimpered, "Please...please...".  Satisfied that she had battered Carpenter into submission, Jackson ceased her pummeling, and a smile of satisfaction began to grow upon her lips.

But those very same lips unleashed an ear-piercing howl of agony mere instants later, as Sabrina slammed her right forearm up between her opponent's thighs, causing Skai to collapse to the floor and curl up in a ball of quivering anguish.  Rising up, Sabrina smugly smirks and purrs, "Sucker", then starts to stomp her foot brutally upon Jackson's body and head.  Rendered badly dazed, Skai can offer only scant resistance as the blonde yanks her up by her hair, then pulls her victim across her shoulders.  In a spectacular show of sheer raw power, the smiling Sabrina stands and begins to walk around the room, carrying the now-shrieking Jackson in a Torture Rack, showing the caramel-toned beauty off like a trophy as Skai pleads in futility for mercy until she is finally rendered semi-conscious from the pain, utterly defeated and destroyed.

Witnessing this, it was agreed by all that not only is Sabrina the 'Short Queen', but she is the SAVAGE SHORT QUEEN!


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[Zord7542]

Margret Qualley vs Elle Fanning

Alien vs Predator Fight


The rivalry between the two starlets had been known behind the scenes for some time now. Rumors of catfights behind closed doors circulated for years as reports of wigs needing to be used to hide bald spots from hair being torn out, and makeup covering scratched and bite marks was a well known thing.

The Halloween party was the first time the elites had seen it publicly however. Elle wearing a costume showing off her figure in the style of the Predator. A movie series she was proud to be a part of. Consisted of a mask like the Predator, full body fishnets and a metallic styled bikini underneath.

Her rival Margret, wearing a bikini styled costume like the Xenomorph from the ailen franchise. The black plastic like material looking like the nests they'd made in the movies, along with an ailen styled headpiece she'd only briefly worn upon entering the party.

No one knew what was said, or how long the two had even known the other was there. But was recorded at the Hollywood Suite was a brawl for the ages. 45 minutes of pure brutality and frustration coming out from the women as they slammed one another into every surface they could throw one another.

Pictures were broken off of walls. A wooden chair was collapsed by Margaret hip tossing Fanning. Both women had cuts and bruises forming across their bodies as Qualley showed her flexibility, a foot pressing down the wrist of Fanning as her teeth bare, bit between the other woman's breasts. Almost to mimic what a chest busters wound would look like.

Fanning giving a primal scream would press herself up and off the floor. Slamming Margret's head into the stone fireplace that was the beginning of the end.

Other stars at the event watched and winced, as for the last 5 full minutes Qualley took a beating like they'd never seen. Her back dropped over Fanning's knee. Crotch clawed by the blonde and her breasts slapped. But despite all her screaming, the sweaty brunette never asked for mercy. She never gave Fanning the satisfaction of a submission.

The blonde's chest heaving. She stood behind Qualley as the barely concious woman sat on her knees. Her hair pulled back into a dragon sleeper. It didn't take Fanning long to finish her. Qualley's arms spasming as she drifted off to sleep.

The crowd was stunned. No one had ever seen anything like this before. They didn't know what to say as Fanning dragged Qually by the hair to the kitchen table.

The woman in ripped fishnets cleared the table of what remained. The women having rolled over it long ago. It was mostly bare. "Give me the ailen head." She screamed as Samara Weaving quickly did as the blonde commanded. "Film this." Fanning would command again as phones went up around the room.

Taking a knife out the crowd gasped. Not sure what they were about to see as Elle climed onto the table and mounted the other woman. The knife slipping beneath the straps of the bikini. Fanning pulled first the bra free then the bottoms. Leaving the still sleeping Margret laying as she stood up. Her foot going onto the sex of the beaten woman. Elle raised the bikini in one hand and roared loudly through the crowd. Her hand going down, she would rip the masked helmet off the face of Qualley before roaring once more like the Predator. Letting the crowd know who'd won, letting all the people who saw the leaks of this? Who'd  lost.

[reddmaster9497]

Sophia Bush vs Zoey Deutch




The two women were cast to be part of a new movie. Both of them knew it wouldn't be a success, which sparked the rivalry between them. Comments were made during the make up sessions about the other. Sophia commented about Zoey's lack of talent, while Zoey went more to the bone, commenting how Sophia dared to wear those tops with such a hanging chest. Problem? They both knew about the comments, so it was gonna blow up. And oh it did!

The set was empty, they awaited for everyone to be gone, but quickly it got filled by the screams and moans that came from the other. The set of the living room was quickly turned into a mess, with all kind of objects and chairs thrown off. The two rolled around on the carpet, with their jeans rubbing together and shirts unbottoned, showing off their bras. Of course, Zoey laughed and immediately got on top, pinning Sophia down by her shoulders. The older actress tried to shake Zoey off, but it was a useless attempt, she didn't manage to do anything, which gets a laugh out of Deutch.

"Finally bitch, stay the fuck down!" She says breathing heavily, before she notices the shirt open "Oh look at you, wearing a goddamn push up, but is useless, they hang so much... You should know you have an age already, and wearing stuff like that is so ridiculous!" As Zoey says that, she grabs at the top of Sophia's bra and pulls with all her strength, tearing it off. The bra comes off and Sophia gasps in shock and disbelief. "And now... the fun part!" the younger woman starts to claw HARD on Sophia's breasts.

"IAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Bush screams out loud while she starts to shake her body like crazy. She shakes and kicks her legs, trying to escape out of this torture, but to no avail. Her hips move again, but to no success either. Is obvious that she is trapped and she knows she is gonna suffer. Her breathing gets more erratic, while she is starting to worry. Meanwhile, Zoey sticks her tongue out, right in between her teeth, only to then start twisting Bush's breasts. "NONONONONOAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Her suffering keeps getting worse, but Bush suddenly throws the leg up a little bit higher, and by accident, she manages to hit right on Zoey's lower back. The blow is harder thant anything Deutch could expect, and can feel all the oxygen knocked off her lungs for a brief second. But an experienced woman like Bush knows how to capitalize on that. She grabs a hold of Zoey's arms and spins her around, now getting the top position.

"You fucking whore! I'm gonna make you pay for that shit!" She says grinding her teeth, still feeling that burning pain on her chest. Without even hesitating, and giving Zoey no time to react, she pulls down the bra of the younger actress to immediately claw on them, just like Bush suffered a few seconds ago.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Zoey screams her heart out as she feels that same burning pain. Her chest is now suffering like hell. Deutch grints her teeth, shakes her head from side to side, but tries to fight it back. With all the strength left in her body, she tries to push herself upwards and brings her claws up to Sophia's hanging breasts, making her bra fall down to her belly and Sophia to get off her.

The two now sat, screaming out loud while they are trying their best to hold on this pain they are suffering. Red marks can be seen across the white chests of both women, as they grind their teeth and rub their foreheads together. Sweat and tears mix up as neither one of them want to give up. Sophia though, remembers what she has gone through, and what Zoey thought of her when this started, and is determined to prove her wrong. She then let's go off Zoey's breasts and slaps her arms away, so she can wrap her arms around her foe's body, pressing their chests together in a strong bearhug!

"NGHHHHH!! Wh-what are you doing?" asks Zoey as she feels the pressure of the bearhug

"Shutting... you... up!" Bush answers as she squeezes with all her might

The two know exactly what they need to do, and with all their strength they squeeze the other woman as hard as they can. Their modest chests put up a big battle, smashing together and making each woman flinch. But soon, strengths start to lack, and any move seems to be too much for the other. That's when the experience comes into play, as Bush uses her body to push Zoey back on her back. Now, there's not a bearhug anymore. Sophia is actually lifting and dropping her chest on her weight, using those hanging tits, as Zoey called them, as weapons against her. Zoey is frozen. She has no strength left

"Give up! Or I will keep doing this all fucking day" Shouts Sophia out loud, with a grin on her face.

"AGGHHHHH NO NO NOOOOOO FUCK! STOP IT! STOP STOP STOP STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP!!" Zoey screams out loud as she breaks into tears. A smiling Sophia now gets on her feet, with a proud smile on her face. Heer tits, who were insulted and mauled, have proven out to be victorious. And she shows that off by placing her foot right on Zoey's chest, right as a member of the crew walks in, watching the scene unfolding in front of his eyes, and met with a smile from Sophia.

[Jackflash Jump]

Anya Taylor Joy vs Zendaya



The battle between the two lean and statuesque beauties has been nothing short of savage, yet with both so perfectly matched in skill and physicality, it has largely been a stalemate from the very start.

But at last the tide seems to turn in Zendaya's favor, as she crushes her rival in a bearhug, Anya's panting moans filling the air as her eyes glaze over and her head lolls from side to side, their lithe bodies, clad only in thongs, glistening wet with sweat.  Exhaustion suddenly seems to overcome the blonde and she goes limp on the arms of her adversary.  Zendaya gives a grunt of satisfaction as her arms open to allow her beaten foe to collapse to the floor.

...Except instead, Anya suddenly springs to life, revealing that she was merely 'playing possum', and her ruse has worked.  Caught by surprise, Zendaya can offer no defense as the blonde slams a palm thrust to her chin, snapping the brunette's head back with a spray of sweat beads from the force of the impact.  She staggers backward, struggling to not fall to the floor, but her effort proves for naught as Anya follows up with a sharp backhand slap to the face, and Zendaya lands hard on the penthouse carpet.

Despite her adrenaline burst, Anya knows she lacks the power to continue fighting much longer, so she opts for the one move she knows can finish off her hated nemesis with a minimum of effort...and, as a bonus, humiliate Zendaya in the process.  The blonde settles her butt down on her rival's face, smothering her with a face sit.  Panicked, Zendays squirms beneath her oppressor, but lacks the strength to throw her off. 

Her movements grow sluggish as she is driven into defeat, as Anya sits atop her foe, her face wearing a Cheshire cat's grin, and the blonde gives a sinister chuckle.  Very soon, Zendaya ceases to move altogether.  Wanting to be certain that her opponent isn't trying the same trick of faking her unconsciousness on her, the blonde remains seated upon her foe's face until she is absolutely certain she has passed out.

Anya raises her arms in victory...and then topples forward, having passed out from the exertion of battle, after only narrowly winning.

[blazer]

Hailee Steinfeld is in trouble. Her head is being wrenched backwards and to the side from a fistful of her sweaty, brown hair. She flails her arms and tries to scream out, but her breath is stolen by Kendall Jenner's immaculate thighs constricting around her core.  "Still think your legs are better?" Kendall asks while pulsing her thighs and twisting Hailee's head toward her own face. Steinfeld can do nothing but groan and gasp for breath.

Kendall eases her domineering legs and waits for an answer. After several long moments, Hailee's surrender finally escapes her lips. "..y you win uhggh your legs are mmphhm better." Hailee breathed a sigh of relief when she felt Jenner's thighs release her from their vice, but her reprieve was short lived. Kendall took a moment to wipe the sweat from her face and tuck her hair behind her ears before looking down at her pathetic rival.

"No, we aren't done yet." The model then slid behind Hailee and hooked her right leg around Steinfeld's own right leg, then pulled Hailee's left leg under her arm.
Kendall cherished the panic in Hailee's eyes before she straightened out her body and forced Hailee's legs into an involuntary 180° split. Steinfeld screamed and begged for mercy as the ligaments in her thighs neared their breaking point.

After Kendall wrenched her hold several more times, the pain was too much for Hailee to handle. Feeling her rival go limp, Jenner slowly stood up, pulled her orange dress back down over her ass and planted her foot between her beaten rival's sweaty tits, letting everyone around to take photos of her dominance.

[blazer]

Daisy Edgar-Jones



VS

Natasha Liu Bordizzo





Natasha exhaled heavily once again as Daisy's immaculate legs continued to tighten around her abdomen and constrict her breathing. The Brit had her right leg wrapped around Natasha's waist, her ankle secured behind the back of her other knee, pulling her thigh tight while demanding Natasha to give up. "I know you're panicking." the Brit seductively whispered into Natasha's ear. "Just admit I'm the better woman and I'll let you go." She finished with a bite to the Aussie's earlobe.

Struggling to breathe and enraged at the humiliation she was feeling, Natasha desperately swung her head back and smashed it into Daisy's face. She heard a shout of pain and felt the legs crushing her waist loosen, allowing Natasha to lunge forward and gasp some air into her lungs while she pulled her body free of the crushing scissors.

After several moments of struggling, both sweaty women struggled back up to their feet and stared each other down, daring the other to make the first move. Eventually, Daisy struck first with a right fist, which Natasha dodged, followed by a left that Bordizzo caught by the wrist and pulled it tight across her chest. Natasha then leaned forward and wrapped her arm around Daisy's throat before pulling back and choking the trapped woman. She reveled in the struggling gurgling noises coming from the Brit's throat as she choked Jones out.

Just before she felt the Brit lose consciousness, Natasha decided she wanted to punish the leg that almost crushed her waist. "Now who's the one in control?" The Aussie asked while wrapping her right leg around the other woman's body and using her calf to pull Daisy's right leg back and spread it against herself to expose her crotch to everyone that was surrounding them. 'Oohs and ahhs' erupted from the crowd while everyone began snapping pictures.

Unfortunately, using her own leg to stretch Daisy's apart forced both women into an awkward position that resulted in the both of them toppling backwards. The movement surprised Natasha, especially when she felt and heard the other woman's head slam into the floor.

Natasha felt the other woman go limp and eventually squirmed out from underneath Daisy's lifeless body. Bordizzo stood up and used her heel to push Daisy's body onto her back. She then knelt down, licked her lips and slowly ran her hands up the other woman's thighs until she reached the waistband of her panties. Winking at the growing crowd, Natasha slowly slid the beaten woman's lacy underwear down her long legs.

Adding a finishing touch to her destruction of Daisy Edgar-Jones, Natasha twisted Daisy's panties around her ankle and then yanked the sweaty garment up to her head. She then slipped Jones's head through the other leg-hole and left her spread-eagle for everyone to see.

[randomman]

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...

[randomman]

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.

[oddities]

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.

[oddities]

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

[reddmaster9497]

I have been a long fan of this series ever since it started, and due to some sad recent events I have been going back through some old stories to remember the good times. One story caught my attention immediately,and the follow ups by other writers got me all hooked up. So, I will give it a shot and try my best to write a sequel. Hopefully we can get this active again. (Keep in mind, English isn't my first language, so sorry if I make any mistake)

(Here's a treat for us all on this Halloween, courtesy of the Walkin' Dude!)

Troian Bellisario vs Brie Larson

Years have gone by since Troian ran through all the MCU girls, apparently as unstoppable beast. That should have granted some bigger roles and a bigger status in Hollywood, but all those victories didn't translate into bigger roles. In fact, it seemed to be other way around, almost as if she got blacklisted. And inside Troian's head, she had an idea on who was the responsible of that: Brie Larson, the woman that started all of that. The moment she signed that contract, it was clear that the two would be tangled togehter. And after the initial result, where Troian not only beat but embarrassed Brie, it seemed like the two would cross paths again, but it never happened. The two saw each other in some of Troian's fights against the likes of Florence Pugh or Jameela Jamil, but never against each other. And the years passed by, and it seemed like it was all forgotten. Every now and then, Troian would post something bragging about her victories, especially whenever she saw a post with Brie in it.

One day, at Troian's home, a package arrived. It was not big, but something a bit heacvy was in it. When Troian opened the mailbox, she immidiately recognized it. It was a garish magenta envelope. Troian didn't had to see name of the sender to know that this was from Brie Larson. Inside of it was a contract... Almost the exact same contract as all those years back, only with just one signature, Brie's, and with an extra condition, being that the loser would worship the winner's body. "Oh Brie, you are in for a long, long torture"

Troian Bellisario vs Brie Larson II



"BIIIITCHHH!" Brie's voice echoes all over the apartment. This time they decided to make it more private, which didn't mean that it would be less embarrassing, as the two were fighting right in front of a massive mirror that reflected the image of Troian right on top of Brie, in position for a Camel Clutch, only that her hands instead of being on Brie's jaw, they are pulling at Brie's gold locks.

"After all this years, all that hate that you had towards me, and this is the only thing you have for me? I expected way more Larson, but I guess you have always being a disappointment, both in box office and fighting" Troian laughs out loud, almost in a maniacal way.

"FUCK YOU! I WILL GET AGHHHHHHHHHH!" Brie tries to escape but is only met with another hard pull. One so hard that it arches her back in a way that it has never done before in her yoga sessions, and that if kept on for much longer would probably snap it in two. But luckily for her, Troian wasn't that sadistic. She instead held on that point for a few seconds before she tries to smash the blonde's head into the carpet.

But little did she know, Brie still had a lot of fight left, and managed to free her arms and put her hands on the floor, stopping herself from being smashed into the carpet, thankfully. Troian looks at the unfolding of this in shock, as she gets nailed right on her chest with an unexpected elbow from Brie.

"This is not like back then!" Brie says turning around before she grabs at Troian by her hair now, pulling hard at it before pressing her foot in between her shoulders. Brie pulls at Troian's hair with both hands, which brings a different scream this time.

"AGHHHHHH YOU FUCKIAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH I'M GONNA KILL YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Troian screams as her back is the one being bent in a way that shouldn't be possible, only to get freed in the most painful way, as Brie falls on her ass, while holding two locks of Troian's hair in both her hands.

"YOU ARE DEAD!" Troian says

******

The fight kept on going in many ways, with both of them ripping lots of hair from each other's head, leaving the carpet a mess with all those locks on the floor. Eventually both women ended up losing their tops, and the battle quickly took a more serious and dangerous turn. They both started to bring their claws out, and instead of aiming for their scalps, as in a reminder of their previous fight, the focus was more on damaging their midsections, especially those pair of tits that were showing off.

"I can't believe you dared to kept showing these titties after you begged me to stop mauling them. It reminded me of how I beat you badly, and is almost as if you were calling my attention" Troian laughs as she has Brie sat on the floor, with her legs wrapped around the blonde's midsection, squeezing and pinching those nipples. She even tugs at them which gets a loud scream of pain from Brie.

"NGHHHHHHHH Just you wAIGGGHHH!" Brie tries to scream and fight her way out of it, but Troian is putting her in a lot of pain right now with the torture on her boobs. Captain Marvel is looking less and less Marvel, and she starts to panic that she might not get out of this.

"Wait for what? Another five years? And what's gonna happen when I beat you again huh? You are gonna hide and blacklist me agAGHHHHHHHHHHH!" all of a sudden, Troian was shocked by a suprising amount of pain. One in a more sensible area. One that she never expected Brie to go for. Larson just used her free hand to dig her nails deep into the brunette's crotch, with her pants offering little to no protection.

"MY TURN!" Brie quickly grabbed Troian by the hair, which got a cry of pain from the brunette, who felt like her scalp was on fire at this point, only to get rolled over. Brie then sat down on Troian's chest, trapping her arms underneath that ass, only to then bring her nails back and scratch from her crotch all the way up her midsection, leaving 10 red marks all across those abs.

"I have waited five long years for this, and is time to make you suffer!" Once again, Brie clawed her nails on Troian's midsection, leaving 10 more red marks, crossing paths with the others and making Bellisario scream out loud. But this is far from over, and both knew it.

Brie, determined to make Troian pay for every word, rolled her foe on her stomach, which gets a little grunt as all those scratches are burning at this point, and puts her in a Camel Clutch position. But unlike Troian did, Brie grabbed at her boobs, making her arch her back even more, while digging her nails on them.

******

The screams keep getting louder and louder, one after the other, as both left red marks on each other's body, which are glowing in sweat, and have their faces still intact, just like the contract stipulated. But the fight is reaching it's conclusion, and there's clearly a winner. Both were rolling around, pulling at each other's hair, but Brie was on top of it. She gained the top position each time, and could see that deep in Troian's eyes, she was scared of what happened. She bragged about their last match for years, and now was scared of what might happen to her.

"You are nothing!" Brie says as she smashes her body and breasts on top of Troian's. The two flinch in pain, as those scratches are the most painful thing they both have expereinced.

"G-Get off... or you wilAGHHHHHH!" Troian gets cut once again as she feels how Brie lifts her body up enough space to claw and twist that sore nipple. A nipple that is no longer pink, but is slowly starting to turn black of how much they have been twisted. And Brie knows that's the weak spot, and uses that to her advantage, to sit on top of Troian and trap her hands underneath her knees.

"Now... time for you to give up!" Brie says with a sadistic smile, before she starts approaching her crtoch slowly to Troian's mouth.

"N-NEVER! YOU CHEATED BITCH! GOING LOW IN THAT AGHHHHHH!" Troian can't even finish one sentence with out screaming out loud in pain as Brie, with that sadistic smile, grabs both nipples with her hands and twists them.

"Catfight rules... It was in the contract. No face damage, only clawing and pinching, right? Then that's what I did" She smiles as the crotch gets closer and closer to Troian's mouth. The eyes of Bellisario open wide in horror, almost as if she is watching her life get dark, as all of a sudden she has a crotch pressing against her mouth and nose, riding against it.

But Brie's gotta make sure she gives up, and that's why she keeps riding before giving those nipples one last twist. The screams that come now are all muffled, but still something can be understood between the tears and moans. "AYEGHEV SOGEDDHOFFAMEEE YUUU FHUGGEN BIDGGGGGAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Those exact same words that Brie said 5 years ago, are now coming from Troian. But Brie smiles.

"Winner doesn't need to get up until she is satisified"

******

A few minutes go by and Brie is up on her feet, tired and exhausted, but with a smile from ear to ear. She has finally beaten that one foe that tortured her mind for five long years. And now, it was time to enjoy it.

"Wakey wakey" Just like Troian did to her, almost as if Brie got it memorized, she grabs at Troian's nipples with two toes of her feet and pulls at it. Is not a hard pull, but the pain is so strong that it works to wake her up.

"Y-you bitch..." Troian protests, sobbing, trying to get back up. She is still defiant, but she has not much energy left. She wants to leave, but there was one condition.

"Uh-uh... Pucker up loser!" Brie says as she flexes her muscles. A sad reality hits Troian as she has to do it. She has to worship and kiss Brie's body, which brings a proud smile to the face of Captain Marvel, as she looks at herself in the mirror, standing victorious once again.




Please, feel free to give me your thoughts on it. I know I'm not an assiduous writer, but I wanted to give my best, and I might write another soon, so I would love some tips

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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.

If  you dont want to tell us what Ai you use to create such terrific images think you can use it on other stories.  Would love to see some on mine.  Esp the one I'm about to post

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