Here's something new I've been toying around with...short write-ups of the last minute or so of matches, when one girl secures total victory over her opponent. I hope to do more of these soon, and in the meantime, here are two of my very favorite match-ups.
Katie Holmes vs Alyson Hann igan
Arms pulled up over Katie’s shoulders, the dazed Alyson grunted as her rival sat her full weight down upon the redhead’s back. This was the textbook setup for a camel clutch, which should be more than sufficient to drive Hann igan into submission, particularly after such a grueling battle between the two longtime nemeses.
But Katie Holmes wasn’t one to play by the textbook. Thus, instead of cupping her hands under her adversary’s chin in order to yank her head back, she instead slipped the index and middle fingers of each hand into the corners of Aly’s mouth. Sliding the fingers deeper into her victim’s mouth as her thumbs press beneath her jaw, Holmes applies a double mandible claw.
Hann igan’s drowsy eyes sudden snap wide open, as an electric current of agony radiates from either side of her jaw. There’s bitter irony in this; Alyson had once been heralded as the ‘Mistress of the Mandible Claw’. However, Katie had dedicated herself to mastering the exotic hold beyond the redhead’s ability to employ it, and in a series of tumultuous matches, Holmes had proven her clawhold the superior of the two. And now, she was using it yet again to beat Hann igan.
Her arms stretched up over her foe’s knees, Alyson was unable to tap out her surrender. Her feet kicked furiously, and she made sounds that were both guttural and whining, but she could not convey her submission. But of course, that’s exactly how Holmes wanted it, and she gave a smugly sinister smile as her hapless rival’s struggles grew weaker and weaker. At last, Alyson’s teary eyes fluttered shut, as she was driven into unconsciousness from the pain.
Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco
The blonde took a sharp, audible gasp of breath, then let loose with a long sigh that bordered on a whimper. Hearing this, the brunette gave a Cheshire cat’s smile of satisfaction, and then she tightened her hold.
Resting on her belly, propped up on her elbows, fingers coquettishly laced under her chin, Mila might be posing for a centerfold. But what makes this pose so different is that the head of Kaley is trapped tightly between her thighs. Flat on her back, face a deep shade of crimson from the steely pressure, Cuoco’s leaden arms flounder, her hands slapping uselessly against her tormentor’s legs. Having wisely maintained the ballet training regimen she undertook for “Black Swan”, Kunis possesses thighs like steel…a fact which the blonde is learning to her agonized regret.
Soon enough, Kaley gives a whimper, her lush body twitches with a convulsive spasm, and then she slips into flacid semi-consciousness. The raven-haired Mila gives her thighs one last crushing pulse, just out of pure malice, and then releases her defeated rival.
