[Ginny38]

possibly one crazed kate fan with 12 accounts but who knows.

LOL! Or possibly 12 crazed Kate fans with one account each. But either way, there's no denying the crazy!

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Jennifer Love Hewitt & Scarlett Johansson vs Kat Dennings & Beth Behrs




"Wrecking balls!" Kat cried out, eliciting a roar of approval from the crowd.  Her partner Beth grasped her right wrist and flung the brunette toward a corner of the ring, wherein Jennifer stood leaning back against the turnbuckles, too dazed from the superkick she had just taken from Behrs to comprehend what was happening.  Dennings rocketed toward the corner until her lush body splashed with a devastating impact into that of Hewitt, with Kat's 34DD's smashing brutally into Jen's 34D's like...well, there's a reason why Kat calls this move the "Wrecking Balls".

There is a loud, wet smack as their bodies crash together, accompanied by the agonized moan of air being hammered out of Jen's lungs.  Her body slumps, held upright only by her limp arms draped over the top ropes on either side of her.  And now comes the time to take care of the other half of this tag team.

In the opposite corner is Scarlett, likewise the stunned victim of Beth's superkick.  Once more, Behrs whips her partner toward their opponent, and once again Dennings rockets into her target with foundation-leveling force.  Johansson's 32DD's fare no better than those of her teammate, and she likewise is left limp and ragged in the corner.

Now Beth and Kat take their opposite numbers by a wrist and pull them out of their corners, then Irish whip them toward center ring.  Each in a stupor, Jennifer and Scarlett make no effort to resist, and they hurtle toward one another on stumbling legs.  Suddenly there is a loud THUD as they collide, their chests pancaking together from the force, and repelling both of them onto their backs, where they lay starfished on the canvas, glazed eyes staring blankly at the arena lights above.  Wearing the smirks of smug success, Dennings places a boot upon Hewitt's heaving chest, and Behrs does likewise with Johansson, and the referee duly slaps the mat for the one...two...three!

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HA! Wrecking Balls.

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Jennifer Lawrence
Age: 27
Height: 5'9
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Indian Hills, Kentucky



Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York

Jennifer Lawrence (74%) defeats Michelle Trachtenberg (26%)
"Lawrence methodically stalked the drunken brunette, chasing a scattered Trachtenberg around the outskirts of the ring as Michelle tried desperately to prolong the inevitable. You couldn't blame the brunette for her arrogance, she hadn't had so much as a hiccup thus far in the CWF, but there were unanswered questions about her competition swirling around her coming into this fight with Jennifer Lawrence. Ready to put those questions to bed and prove Michelle had a ways to go before being mentioned in the same sentence as Lawrence, the shapely blonde scooped up the staggered brunette from behind and bent her into a paralyzing pretzel.

Michelle breathlessly mewled as J-Law ruthlessly stepped over her left thigh and hooked the crook of her right arm, contorting her lithe frame into a dreaded abdominal stretch. Trachtenberg's entire upper body strained as she threw her head back in agony, her pert B-cups and toned abdomen pointed toward the rafters as Jennifer refused to relent, awkwardly putting an immense amount of strain on Michelle's right shoulder. Suddenly there was an audible pop followed by a horrified scream from the bent brunette, immediately rapping her opposite hand across Jennifer's thigh in submission, but it was too late. Michelle crumpled to the canvas clutching her right arm, sobbing face down against the mat as she gingerly cradled her dislocated shoulder. The stern expression on Jennifer's face didn't change in the slightest, mouthing; "Too easy" to her overjoyed camp as she slid out of the ring."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Pride comes before a fall.  This is a teachable moment for Michelle, but the question is, can she apply this lesson toward righting her career?  And I imagine the next opponent to challenge her will see her as easy pickings now.  It should prove interesting. 

[Celebrity Strapon Queen]

That was a great hot quick one about Kat & Beth squashing Scarjo and J Love!

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Scarlett definitely drew the short straw when paired with a classic jobber like JLH.   

[Ginny38]

Pride comes before a fall.  This is a teachable moment for Michelle, but the question is, can she apply this lesson toward righting her career?  And I imagine the next opponent to challenge her will see her as easy pickings now.  It should prove interesting. 

The ONE SINGLE MOST VALUABLE lesson Michelle should take from this is to be more careful about who she gets into fights with - or who she allows her management to put her in fights with if she has someone/anyone who arranges these things. Lawrence is younger, bigger, heavier than Michelle and would be favored in almost any kind of (fair) fight.

I know (from years of doing extensive, in depth, research of Internet fetish sites around the world) that Michelle - and others - have enjoyed success against Lawrence and others like her. But Damon Runyon (who like me made a career of studying these types of confrontations) said it better than I can (so that's why I paraphrase him here instead of looking it up): "The race isn't always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong... but that's the way to bet."

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The ONE SINGLE MOST VALUABLE lesson Michelle should take from this is to be more careful about who she gets into fights with - or who she allows her management to put her in fights with if she has someone/anyone who arranges these things. Lawrence is younger, bigger, heavier than Michelle and would be favored in almost any kind of (fair) fight.

I know (from years of doing extensive, in depth, research of Internet fetish sites around the world) that Michelle - and others - have enjoyed success against Lawrence and others like her. But Damon Runyon (who like me made a career of studying these types of confrontations) said it better than I can (so that's why I paraphrase him here instead of looking it up): "The race isn't always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong... but that's the way to bet."

If Michelle is wise, she and her manager will take great care in selecting her next opponent.  She not only needs a win, but a decisive one in order to reestablish herself as a force to be reckoned with.

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Kaley Cuoco vs Eiko Koike



Oahu, Hawaii - It had been a spectacular battle between the two buxom beauties, but all assembled would agree that in the past few minutes, Kaley has been nothing short of magnificent, as the American blonde began to overwhelm her Japanese rival.

And it all came to a screeching halt, as Eiko raked her nails across Cuoco's eyes, blinding her.  The Asian then slammed her palms into the sides of her opponent's skull, stunning the blonde.  A kneelift to the lower belly winded Kaley and doubled her over, allowing Koike to place her adversary's head between her thighs.  Then, wrapping her arms around Kaley's midsection, and giving a warrior's cry, the Japanese brunette hoisted her opponent up, holding her upside down as Cuoco's feet pointed to the ceiling.  Suddenly, Eiko dropped to her knees, executing a Tombstone Piledriver.  The crown of Cuoco's head took the full brunt of the impact, which even the plush carpeting of the mansion did little to blunt, and her lush body flopped like a rag doll to the floor.

The Asian rolls her rival over onto her back and sits atop her belly.  The bikini halters of both combatants had long since been torn away, and now Koike bent downward, her 32F breasts enveloping Kaley's face, the sweat of both helping to form an airtight seal within the satiny trap.  "Oyasumi, ushi!" Eiko sneers.  Badly dazed, Cuoco is plunged into panic and confusion, and the latter half of Fight or Flight seizes control; her left hand begins to tap furiously upon the back of her smothering tormentor.

With a smug smirk on her pouty lips, Eiko sits up and casually brushes her hair back with her hand.  She then stands up and walks to another part of the room, picking up her opponent's discarded halter top.  Kaley sits up, panting hard for breath, eyes wide, a look of shock and confusion on her face.  Did she really just lose?

She gets confirmation a moment later, as Koike puts her foot to Cuoco's chest and shoves her onto her back.  She then plants that foot upon Kaley's heaving bare breasts; her curvaceous body glistening with perspiration, the sneering Japanese beauty gives a cruel cackle and holds aloft Kaley's bikini top as her trophy, then taunts the tearful Cuoco with, "Ototta meinu!"

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Hailee Steinfeld vs. Maia Mitchell




Hailee let out a primal scream as she yanked both of Mitchell's long legs back under her arms locking in a devastating Boston Crab submission. Not satisfied to just lock in the hold, Hailee took things a step further and kept leaning back while remaining comfortably seated on Maia's increasingly stretched and contorted back. Steinfeld pulled those lanky, silky-smooth legs further and further back until her victim's body was crudely bent in half backward; her bare toes actually touching the canvas above her facing down head which was now covering the mat in a pool of tears.

Maia began to tap almost instantly signaling her clear defeat at the hands of her stronger opponent. Just a little while ago she had suffered a brutal loss to Daisy Ridley via a nasty sharpshooter hold and yet again she came out on the losing end against another superior opponent using her own prized legs against her in the most agonizing way imaginable. She frantically pounded her palm down in complete surrender but Hailee, seemingly in a blind frenzy of adrenaline with a crazed wide-eyed look on her face, kept increasing the pressure bending Mitchell's legs back even more until it looked like poor Maia was about to snap in two clean pieces. It was a surprising display of destruction from Steinfeld who seemed always classy and elegant enough on talk shows and on the red carpet but apparently when you got her inside a wrestling ring, she had a well-hidden mean streak that Maia had the displeasure of experiencing first hand tonight.

After much effort by the referee to stop this torture, Hailee finally released the hold letting Maia's folded over body unknot itself and her limp legs crashed back down to the mat with a thud. Maia had already blacked out minutes before but Hailee never even noticed. Adding one more insult to much injury, Hailee bent down to grip the bottom of Maia's tight blue dress and stripped it off her motionless body leaving the defeated girl face down in the middle of the ring with her booty sticking up in just a matching midnight blue string thong offering no modesty at all. Steinfeld raised both arms high in the air, with hand holding Mitchell's disrobed attire of course, and placed her foot on Maia's bum for the victory pose.

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Heather Morris vs Jennifer Lawrence



The statuesque blondes grunted as they struggled against one another in collar and elbow lock-up holds, their bodies glistening with sweat as each strained to overcome the other and put an end to this long, grueling battle.  Suddenly, Jennifer twists around, grasping her opponent's right wrist in an attempt to apply an armlock.  However, Heather deftly spins herself around, freeing her wrist even as she herself grabs Lawrence's own wrist, and an instant later, the startled Jen finds herself caught in a hammerlock.

Morris keeps the hold in place for a few moments longer until she suddenly releases it.  Wrapping her arms around her rival's waist from behind, Heather growls as she lifts the shocked Jennifer up into the air...only to suddenly bring her crashing back down for an atomic drop, Heather's knee smashing into her foe's groin.  Lawrence gives a shrieking howl of anguish and collapses to the floor, her hands clutching her aching womanhood.

Moving with viper swiftness, Heather drops to her knees and rolls her adversary over onto her back.  Morris then wraps her legs around Jennifer's head for a figure four headscissors, her dance-trained thighs tightening like steel coils.  Spectators would later agree that it was at this moment that the smug smirk of superiority that had been on Lawrence's face throughout the match evaporated for good on this night.  Jen thrashed and squirmed, her hands slapping and tugging at the merciless legs that squeezed her skull, her face purpling and eyes growing glazed.  "Nooooo" she moaned.  "Not like this...not to you...!"  Her contempt for Heather had been obvious from the very start of the match, and without a doubt that realization that she was losing to her was a reality that Lawrence was unhappily acknowledging.

Finally, Jennifer's movements grew sluggish and her eyelids began to flutter shut.  Another few moments of this, and she would be unconscious.  But that didn't suit Heather at all, so instead she opened her legs and released her opponent.  But the battling blonde wasn't being merciful.

The first thing she did was strip Jennifer of her bikini halter.  Next, shoving the stunned blonde onto her belly, Morris used the garment to tie Lawrence's wrists behind her back.  Heather then stood up and, planting a foot upon her rival's rear end, she raised her arms to acknowledge her victory, as her beaten adversary lay bound and helpless beneath her.

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FLASHBACK 2001:  Sarah Michelle Gellar & Alyson Hannlgan vs Kate Hudson & Thora Birch




It had become evident very quickly that the decision by an over-confident Sarah and Alyson to agree to Kate and Thora's demand that this be a No Disqualification Match was a tactical mistake by the reigning HWA tag champs.  As a tag team, Gellar and Hannlgan were unparalleled in the league.  But Hudson and Birch were mistresses of melee matches, and with no risk of being DQ'd, they ruthlessly double-teamed their opponents without hesitation.  As a result, the titleholders found themselves on the defensive early on, and had been unable to turn the tide and mount a sustained offense.

And that didn't look to be changing anytime soon.  Alyson was hung upside down in a tree of woe; Thora was facing her on her knees, hammering away with punches to the helpless redhead's belly, leaving her gasping pitifully for breath.  Meanwhile, Sarah had managed to snare Kate in an abdominal stretch, and was anxious to make her fellow blonde submit as swiftly as possible.  Unfortunately for Gellar, Birch took a break from mauling Hannlgan to come and deliver a double axe handle blow between the titleholder's shoulder blades, stunning her and breaking the hold.  The save made, Thora returned to her opposite number, and was now peppering short kicks into Aly's battered belly.  Still wincing from the pain of the stretch, Hudson dragged Gellar by the hair over to another corner, and began to slam her adversary's face into the top turnbuckle again and again, hammering Sarah senseless.

Now comes the crescendo of violence.  Kate hair hauls the dazed Sarah to center ring, then crouches down and wraps her arms around her opponent's thighs.  With a grunt, Hudson lifts Gellar up into the air, even as Birch rushes over, wraps an arm around Sarah's neck, and the duo deliver a devastating 3D to the tag champ.  As Gellar lay insensate and splayed upon the mat, Thora goes back to Alyson, drags her from the turnbuckle, and pulls her to the middle of the ring as well.  There, she and her partner repeat the move, with an identical result: Hannlgan left starfished and stupefied on the canvas alongside her partner.

Kate and Thora go for covers, not even bothering to hook the legs of their victims, and the three count comes in moments.  They excitedly jump to their feet and accept the championship belts as the announcer proclaims, "Your new HWA Tag Team Champions...the American Beauties!"

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Lmao aww poor Jenna getting completely hosed

I think she needs to get her hands on Lily and teach her a lesson about why you never abandon your tag team partner!

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Just browsing through some of the earlier pages of this immense thread are we still having specialist girl only days/weeks or did that idea die a death.Sometimes it is usual to browse other peoples stories gives you triggers for match-ups,rivalries etc.The great advantage with this format is even new people can compose snippets of endings without having to write their life away.

The last couple of efforts were met with lackluster responses, so I thought I'd let the idea rest for a bit, and see if there's any sort of groundswell for a return to the concept.

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I can only speak for myself, but I found it tough sometimes to stick to a certain theme or topic if I'm not getting anything from that idea at that particular time. All depends if you're in the right zone I guess!

Vanessa Hudgens vs. Lucy Hale




Formally an accomplished gymnastics star back in her college days, Vanessa carefully balanced herself atop the turnbuckle prepared to mix her acrobatic skill with a flair for the dramatic catfighting finish. Lucy Hale lay sprawled on a canvas below like a human bullseye target; the Pretty Little Liars star having been thoroughly dominated for most of the match against the spunky Hudgens. All Lucy could do was look up in horror as she saw Vanessa bend her knees, take final aim and then...

Hudgens jumped from the top turnbuckle and spread her legs doing a sensational split high in mid-air. She clearly hadn't lost a step in her athleticism and flexibility at all. With pinpoint accuracy, Vanessa's wide open crotch came crashing down right on Hale's face! Lucy's dainty limps rebounded off the ring canvas only to flop back down to the mat spread eagled while her face was completely engulfed within Vanessa?s snatch. Camera bulbs flashed in excitement capturing both the gravity-defying stunt as well as Lucy's extreme humiliation with her face serving as the landing pad for the crotch-smother slam.

Vanessa remained in a split and perched on her rival's face as the ref made the easy 3 count and declared her the winner. Lucy wouldn't preferred to black out but unfortunately was conscious for the whole mortifying ordeal. Hudgens stayed on top of her even after the count and while the ref rose her hand in victory before she playfully rubbed her coochie over Lucy's face, adding some further insult to injury, before finally climbing off the loser and waltzing back to the locker room while poor Hale was left to cry and wither in the ring trying and failing to get the taste of Vanessa's crotch out of her face.

Flashback 2006- Isla Fisher vs. Kristen Bell: Apartment Match




Sure, it wasn't the most technically impressive way to win a duel. But this was an apartment match after all; a bout freed from the structure and limitation of the basic in-ring, four corners fight. The methods executed needing not be the most complex or advanced to secure the W. Isla Fisher could testify to that. She stood triumphantly over her bent over victim, a thoroughly exhausted and overwhelmed Kristen Bell on her all fours, with one hand firmly gripping her light blonde locks pulling her head and neck back while the other hand reached behind her to grab Bell's black panties yanking the garment way up her caboose like she was trying to start a broken lawnmower. It was so very simple, but also highly effective.

The entire contest had been in this similar fashion: less wrestling match and more so a good, old-fashioned catfight. While both girls had their moments of being on top, Fisher's spitfire feistiness and scrappiness won out in the end as the unfortunate Bell, who had lost more than a few matches in some pretty embarrassing ways, shrieked out in surrender as tears began streaming down her face like twin mini waterfalls. Bell's neck was crudely bent backward until she was almost looking straight up at the ceiling while her own sexy underwear was digging into her nether regions and it wasn't before long the pain and degradation was just too much to bear for yet another time. Kristen collapsed down on the carpeted floor in defeat having officially lost the scuffle but with Fisher still remaining on top of her in glorious victory and still with the hair-pull/wedgie combo in tact.

Isla still wanted to leave everyone with a great lasting image even after her win was secured. The devilish redhead proceeded to suddenly yank Bell's panties even further back to the point where she could hook the extremely elastic undies over her face for the dreaded atomic wedgie! Kristen could only flounder on the floor, flailing her limps in sheer helplessness and humiliation, as Fisher looked down and enjoyed a hearty chuckle at her victim's mortifying position. She even reared her hand back and landed some crisp spanks on Bell's upward and spread milky white booty for good measure; the panties stretched to the absolute limit deep in her crack but somehow still not ripping. After posing for the cameras a little more, Isla waltzed out of the door in glee leaving poor Kristen as an entangled mess inside the apartment.