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Without a doubt, Emma/Kristin is one of the all-time great celeb rivalries...at least in my humble opinion. 

Emma Watson vs. Kristin Stewart

[Dario]

Fantastic!.
I love the Kristen vs Emma saga, the best rivalry of all times.

[Tiger80]

Kristen is ready.

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And Emma says, "Bring it on, colonial!"

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FLASHBACK 1980: Jayne Kennedy vs Bo Derek



It was the night that HWA fans had been avidly awaiting.  It's doubtful that there was a heel in the league who generated as much heat as Bo.  The blonde's rise up the ranks had been meteoric...and much resented by both fellow wrestlers and fan alike.  Derek endeared herself to no one by taking a cruel delight in having such popular opponents as Cheryl Ladd and Susan Anton carried from the ring on stretchers, suffering from injuries that sidelined them from wrestling for weeks.  But Bo's rise to the top was going to stop abruptly tonight, courtesy of HWA Champion Jayne Kennedy, who had promised to put the arrogant dirty blonde in her place.

However, much to the dismay of the fans and Jayne herself, things were not going exactly as planned.

After a grueling match that was nearing the forty minute mark, the Champ seemed to be turning things around:  Bo started to Irish whip Jayne across the ring, but the sepia beauty managed to put the brakes on it and reverse the whip, sending Derek sailing into the corner, where her spine collided with the turnbuckle.  Wasting no time. Kennedy rushed at her opponent and leapt into the air to deliver a bone-rattling avalanche splash.  However, it was the dark-haired battler's own bones that were rattled as the blonde managed to spin out of the way at the last possible instant, and Jayne's chest slammed into the turnbuckle.  With glazed eyes, the gasping Champion staggered backward, and Derek pushed herself off of the ropes, delivering a Russian Sickle Clothesline that took Kennedy off her feet and left her flat on her back, staring blankly up at the arena's overhead lights.

The fans started a chant to encourage Kennedy to get up, their hopes of putting a halt to Bo's reign of terror dwindling by the moment.  Given a minute or so to rally her last dregs of strength, the Champ might very well have rallied.  But her adversary wasn't about to give her that time.

The collective heart of the spectators sank as Derek dropped to her knees alongside her rival and rolled her over onto her front side.  No one had to be told she was going for her devastating finisher, the "Bo-mission"...a combination Scissored Armbar and Crossface.  As the hold was locked on and shoulders were yanked back far beyond the normal range of motion, Jayne was snapped out of her stupor by the onrushing pain.  Eyes wide and teeth gritted, she attempted to ride it out, hoping against hope she could escape and turn the tide.  But there was no hope, as the smug grin on Bo's face made plain.  Kennedy's resistance lasted all of ten seconds, and then she was screaming "YES!  I SUBMIT!  I SUBMIT!!!" to the referee's question.

Derek kept the hold on a few moments longer, just out of sheer cruelty, and then she released it and rose to her feet.  As the referee wrapped the ten pounds of leather and gold around her waist, the voice of the ring announcer proclaimed, "THE WINNER. AND NEW HOLLYWOOD WRESTLING ALLIANCE CHAMPION...BO DEREK!"

A cascade of boos descended upon the new titleholder, but then there began to rise a chorus of cheers.  More than a few fans...virtually all of whom had been aching for her defeat barely a minute before...were coming around to the realization that the balance of power had just shifted in the HWA, and it might not be a bad idea to jump on the Bo bandwagon now.

The new Champ merely smirked, confident that tonight was but the first day of a long and dominating run in the Sport of Queens.

[Savant]

Emma Watson vs Kristin Stewart II

The intense rematch between Emma and Kristin had been going on for close to an hour. Both girls were drenched in sweat, their hair wet and stringy and their faces flushed. Their low-cut, one-piece swimsuits, black for Emma and Pink for Kristin, clung tightly to their fit, trim bodies. They were wrestling barefoot once again.

Emma, confident after her win last time, had agreed to a pro-style match in a wrestling ring. But she was regretting it at the moment as Kristin’s calf cut into her throat. The American had dropped the Brit down to the mat before trapping her in a suffocating figure four headscissors. Kristin’s rock hard thighs, firm after years of dance training, were wrapped around Emma’s head trapping her in place, while her calf cut off Emma’s blood supply to her brain. Emma kicked her legs frantically, trying to free herself but without any luck. She started to see spots as the figure four started exerting its full effects. A weary but smiling Kristin looked down at her hated rival’s face as their match seemed to be reaching its conclusion.

Kristin had not always been so confident though. The match had gone back and forth numerous times, as was usually the case when these two evenly-matched young women came to blows. Emma had pursued her usual strategy of targeting Kristin’s mid-section. ‘Take out a girl’s belly and you’ll soon have complete control over her,’ was Emma’s thinking. And she did her best to do so by trapping Kristin in one corner of the ring and firing a series of brutal knees into the American’s solar plexus. When this brought Kristin to all fours, Emma then took her back and wrapped a reverse bear hug around her rival. Emma’s arms wrapped around Kristin’s mid-section, her hands locked around Kristin’s tummy and pushing up into her bellybutton. Kristin’s eyebrows arched in pain and an expression of desperation came over her face as Emma trapped her in this terrible submission hold. She slowly, torturously crawled towards the ropes with Emma hanging onto her back every inch of the way. A number of times Kristin came to a standstill as Emma wrenched the bearhugs back and forth. When Kristin collapsed, Emma only tightened the hold and dug her chin in between Kristin’s shoulder blades, further adding to her enemy’s agony. Kristin dug deep though and managed to get back to her hands and knees and eventually reach the ropes. Her insistence on fighting a pro-style match paid off now as the ref ordered Emma to break the hold. Emma did so reluctantly, believing she had come very close to victory.

After that close call though, Kristin recovered and started increasingly take control of the match. She used her long legs to fire strikes into Emma’s ribs and occasionally into her chin, weakening and dizzying the Brit. When Emma was sufficiently slowed down, Kristin trapped her in a corner and started firing, short, sharp punches into Emma’s chin and occasionally straight into her nose, making her rival’s eyes water in pain. She whispered into Emma’s ear as she did so, no doubt trash talking her so as to demoralize her rival. 

A desperate Emma pushed her away but Kristin calmly set her up for a Booker-T-style scissor kick to the back of her head, dropping her down flat to the mat.

The American then unleashed her match clincher, the figure four headscissors, which is where we came in…

Emma gurgled as Kristin’s crushing legs further drained her energy and squeezed off the blood supply to her brain. Emma used her hands to try and wrench off Kristin’s calf and get in some previous oxygen but the American just calmly adjusted the figure four as needed to keep the pressure on. Occasionally Kristin would lift her hips, to add some extra leverage and power. When she did so, an overwhelmed Emma’s hands would drop to her sides and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head.

After several more excruciating minutes in this killer hold, Emma was thoroughly exhausted and little more than a rag doll.

A satisfied Kristin then unwrapped the figure four and let Emma’s head drop down to the mat like a stone. Kristin leaned over and whispered in her ear once again. Emma whimpered at whatever her rival said. It soon became clear enough though. After the brutal breast smother Kristin had endured in their last match, she was determined to repay Emma…with interest.

Instead of a breast smother though, Kristin simply positioned herself over Emma’s prone body and dropped her pet backside over Emma’s face. The facesit was a devastating coup de grace after the long endurance trial of the figure four head scissors. Kristin’s heart-shaped butt formed a perfect seal over Emma’s already clammy face. A panicky Emma tried her best to push Kristin’s off her but She was simply too weak at this point. Kristin periodically shifted and adjusted herself so that the facesit was always applied for maximum effect. When she felt the last resistance drain out of Emma’s body, she lifted herself off her beaten rival. She then gently slapped Emma’s face to revive her. Once she had done so, she once gain sat on Emma’s face, this time in a front face sit. She delighted as Emma’s pleading eyes, peeking out from underneath her crotch, expressed shear panic then gradually grew sleepy before finally closing as the facesit took her out once again.
Kristin repeated this torture several more times; reviving Emma only to knock her out again, fully enjoying herself. Finally the officials stepped in and told her that she was endangering Emma’s life and had to stop.

Kristin heeded their instructions and finally got off her long-time enemy. However she then sat Emma up and grabbed her arms from behind. Like Emma had done to her, she then invited photographers and audience members into the ring to take photos of her in various victory poses over Emma. Often this involved grabbing Emma by the hair and showing off her unconscious face. Other time, Kristin bit Emma’s earlobes or licked her neck to show off how completely in control she was over her rival.

Kristin was sorely tempted to complement her wrestling victory by dry humping Emma from behind and sexually humiliating her but she resisted the urge for the time being. Instead after a long period of victory posing, she used a jump rope to tie Emma’s hands tightly behind her. She then brought the groggy girl up to her wobbly legs and led her tied-up captive into the dressing room behind the stage. Who knew what she had planned after that.

[Dario]

Absolutely fine, more, please.
Many thanks.

[Xtra164]

So much great stuff in here as always!

Lily James vs. Maia Mitchell




Maia was hoping this would be third times the charm for her on the catfighting circuit. She had suffered back to back brutal losses to Daisy Ridley and Hailee Steinfeld with both matches ending in Mitchell screaming out in agonizing surrender! Desperate to buck this embarrassing and painful trend, she came out determined and eager to finally notch a victory in the win column against Lily James; another formidable opponent in her own right. Maia came out strong and maintained legitimate offensive momentum deep into the match against the skilled and agile enough Lily who did well avoiding any killer blows from her opponent. As the match went on Maia became increasingly motivated to end the night not wanting to give Lily chance to lock in a submission hold on her, but there's a difference between aggressiveness and foolishness and Mitchell was about to learn that the hard way.

After landing a running bulldog that just got a 2 count pinfall before James kicked out yet again, Maia grew visibly frustrated not being able to put James away for good. After taking a moment to cool herself off as Lily started to recover but remained down on the mat, Maia figured why not do onto others what others have done to her! Grabbing both of Lily's legs, she hooked both ankles under her arms, twisted around and sat on the hazel-haired arched back and yanked her legs for a Boston Crab submission hold. Mitchell pulled with all the might she had left as Lily, nowhere near the ring ropes to break up the hold, realized she had to buck Maia off quickly or else suffer an embarrassing loss for her against such a previously struggling opponent. James would get the break she needed when she not only kicked and squirmed her legs out of Maia's grasp, in a flash she was then able to clamp both legs around the shocked Mitchell's waist and in one smooth motion slamming her down to the mat locked in an impenetrable leg scissors! Poor Maia couldn't even register what had happened before suddenly having her waist and midsection crushed by Lily's surprisingly powerful legs; just seconds after she almost had the match won she was now again reduced to a flopping fish out of the water on her stomach trying desperately and failing miserably to escape Lily's clutches!

Wanting to end things now, Lily had to use any and all means necessary in this moment as she was feeling increasingly tired as well and not sure how much longer she can keep this leg scissors hold going at maximum strength. She reached down gripping Maia's black hair with a clenched fist and savagely yanked her head back causing an even louder shriek to come out of the captive. Lily awasn't trying to rub in the humiliation against Maia, but in the catfighting ring it was survival of the fittest and she couldn't afford to risk this match slipping away. To make matters even worse for Mitchell, not only was her waist being squeezed with her face starting to get the same color as her tight blue dress, but that said tight blue dress also started to ride up her body as she withered on the mat; just enough so that her dainty white silk panties wedgied up her booty were flashing out to everyone! Make no mistake Lily noticed this and thought about giving that tight little booty a smack or two, but she didn't want to completely humiliate Maia tonight after such a tightly contested duel. She just wanted to win and get out of here. With her face blue in anguish and twisted in shame now feeling the breeze hit her inadvertently exposed crotch and derriere, Maia frantically slapped down on the canvas in defeat yet again with this time being a more bitter pill to swallow for her because she came so close to finally achieving victory. Lily released the hold after Maia tapped out and let the referee girl hold her hand high in victory and then taking a modest walk back up the ramp; feeling happy she won but also relief that she was able to hold off an opponent that was so thirsty for a win. As for Mitchell...well you know what they always say: better luck next time!

[Ginny38]

Emma Watson vs. Kristin Stewart III ? (more from Savant?)

With the score level at 1 apiece, there's definitely a need for more clarity with these two. Sadly, it looks like this is a rivalry that can go on for years (if not decades given their ages!) Who will finally toss in the towel and ruefully admit "I've had enough..."

Will it be Emma? Will it be Kristin? Will it be Savant?

Hopefully, it will NOT be the readers.........because if so, they'll be the real losers.

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Penny vs Max



The blonde stood on unsteady legs, bent forward with sagging shoulders, long, matted flaxen hair hanging down the sides of her face, as she panted and moaned.  The brunette gave a sinister smirk; a simple running knee lift right to the side of her dazed opponent's head, she reasoned, would bring the battle to a sudden finish.

But then, where was the fun in that?

As with all of their previous encounters, this match between the East Coast's Max and West Coast's Penny had been a ferociously breathtaking contest between the two arch-rivals.  And as before, the two voluptuous vixens were simply too evenly matched for one to dominate the other.  As usual, they had to battle one another past their limits of exhaustion before fate tilted the bout one way or the other.  In this instance, a wildly thrown elbow by Max caught Penny in the temple, badly stunning her.  It was sheet luck, but the brunette acted as if it were her own tactical brilliance and superior combat skills that had placed control of the match in her hands now.  To be fair, in those instances where the advantage is held by Penny, the blonde haughtily assumes the same position.

But now however, it is most decidedly the New Yorker who holds the ace cards.  Stepping before her adversary, she sneers and taunts her with, "C'mon sugar tits...don't tell me you're done already?  Show me what you've got?"  This has the desired effect of enraging Penny, and with an animalistic growl she lunges at her foe.  With perfect timing, Max ducks under her rival's grasp, wrapping her arms around Penny's waist and, with a loud grunt, using the L.A. beauty's own momentum to hoist her up and over, sending the startled blonde flipping over and crashing onto her back with a heavy thud.

Penny lay there starfished, glazed eyes unfocused and not fully comprehending.  Max then throws herself down upon her opponent, grapevining their legs together, their nude, lush bodies entwined as one.  Pinning the blonde's arms to the carpeted floor, Max can't repress a gleeful smile as she then nestles her 34DD's down upon the blonde's face; the brunette brawler had long ago discovered that the one thing her likewise buxom nemesis hates above all else is being breast smothered by her foe...which is precisely why Max prefers to use this finisher against Penny whenever she can.

Her moans muffled beneath the satiny cage of flesh, Penny can only squirm haplessly as she is snuffed into oblivion is this most humiliating manner.  Soon enough, her moans go silent and her body ceases to move altogether, signaling that she has succumbed to the inky darkness.  Triumphant, Max stands up...and very nearly collapses right back down again as the last vestiges of her waning power fade.  She through sheer willpower she remains upright, planting a foot victoriously upon her hated rival's heaving chest and raising her right arm to claim her win.

[AlleykatIce]

I always like the Penny and Max fights, but I've noticed Max has won the last few - surely it's time for the blonde to get some revenge?

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I always like the Penny and Max fights, but I've noticed Max has won the last few - surely it's time for the blonde to get some revenge?

That's a good point.  I don't really keep track of who has won when...I just go with what the muse tells me at the moment.  But I'll make a point of reminding the blonde's muse that she's been slacking on the job lately. 

[Ginny38]

...I'll make a point of reminding the blonde's muse that she's been slacking on the job lately. 

That's a long-time problem. My research (Wikipedia.org) has shown that muses are notoriously prone to "come and go at will" - a trend that's been traced back to the ancient Greek muses who would disappear or fail to inspire a hero/heroine with seeming disregard for good literary practices.

One tip: Stories written on parchment (or a tanned goat skin) using a quill pen, seem to have resonance. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with either:
a) the prompt application of the point of the quill, or
b) use of the tip of the feather

In both cases, however, it must be applied to the most sensitive and response portion of a Muse's anatomy.

Good luck with that!!

For more on Muses, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muses

[Savant]

Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson III: Catfight


Emma came tumbling out of the bedroom, almost spilling onto all fours, after a right cross from Kristen had tagged her right on the chin. The desperate Brit held out her arm to try and fend off the pursuing Kristen who was in hot pursuit and could smell blood.

The two long-term rivals were engaged in the rubber match of their latest war with each other. Both were sweaty and exhausted after more than an hour of beating on each other. After their latest pro-style match in a wrestling ring, they had decided their latest contest would be a more intimate contest; a catfight in a furnished apartment. A series of cameras were discreetly positioned all around the apartment so an outside audience could view the fight. Emma was dressed in a little green silk teddy that showed off her legs and cleavage. Kristen was dressed in a white tank top, a pair of flower pattern panties to which were attached a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The stockings were now ripped in several places, giving Kristen a bit of a punk rock edge.

Although, as was often the case, the fight was a very even one – with the advantage being traded from one young woman to another – Kristen had built on the momentum of her win in the previous contest and gradually took control of the match. A series of kicks to the ribs and punches to the face and stomach had gradually weakened Emma and left her increasingly vulnerable.

Kristen grabbed Emma by a handful of hair and spun her around. She then fired a knee sharply into Emma’s cxnt. The Brit’s eyebrows arched, a ‘how could you look” washing across her pained face. Emma clutched at her pussy, and dropped to her knees in front of Kristen. Stewart smiled briefly. She then started hopping from one foot to another, like a boxer warming up in the ring. She grabbed a handful of Emma’s hair again to steady her and then started firing knees into her chin.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each shot exploded into Emma’s chin and made her see stars. Kristen’s long legs were deadly weapons and she was bringing them to full bear now. A desperate Emma wrapped her arms around Kristen’s fishnet-clad legs and pushed her so the American fell on her rear.

Losing the standup fight, Emma tried to switch it over to a grappling contest at close quarters but her plan backfired when Kristen snapped her legs around Emma’s neck in a triangle choke.

“Urk!” Emma choked as her rival’s rock hard legs choked off her oxygen and the blood supply to her brain. Emma pounded away at Kristen’s thighs, trying to get the American to release her. No luck. Then then used her hands to try and pry open the triangle choke. A pleased Kristen simply lifted her hips to exert some more pressure. This caused Emma’s eyes to roll up in the back of her head and her legs to splay out in a spread eagle. Things looked increasingly dire for the Brit.

“Had enough Emma? Ready to give up to me, hon?” taunted Kristen. She looked up at the closest camera and gave the audience a wink.

Her cocky gesture though was a little premature as a desperate Emma managed to get back to her knees and, from that position, fire a punch into Kristen’s cxnt.

“Oh!” the American winced, releasing the triangle choke and pushing the Brit away as she massaged at her sore pussy.

An almost unconscious Emma was in no position to take advantage though. She rolled onto her back and sucked in great big lungfuls of air, desperate to get some air back into her lungs. She also massaged her long neck after the agony of being trapped in Kristen’s legs.

Kristen was the first one back to her legs. She walked over to Emma, reached down and grabbed her yet again by a handful of her hair.

“Come on, honey, let’s end this,” seethed Kristen as she dragged Emma up her wobbly legs and walked her into a nearby bathroom. Taking a running start, she flung Emma head first into the porcelain toilet. The Brit’s head took a nasty blow as it cracked again the toilet. Kristen did not let up though and lifted Emma’s head up before banging it off the toilet bowl once…twice… three times…

After all she had suffered so far, the latest head shots took almost all of the remaining starch out of Emma. She sprawled over the toilet lid, drool running out of one corner of her mouth. A satisfied Kristen patted the insensate Emma on the back and then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“Just stay there a minute, sweetheart,” said Kristen.

Shen then turned to the shower and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. She was planning to drag Emma into the shower and complete her victory in its close confines. After a minute or so of doing this, Kristen spun around to grab Emma. However in her eagerness her feet slipped out from beneath her and she fell hard onto the tiled floor of the bathroom, cracking the back of her head.

For a few minutes, there was only the sound of the running water. A small pool of blood spread out under Kristen’s’ head but she was silent and still. The thoroughly beaten Emma gradually got her senses back, shaking her head to clear out the cobwebs. It took her another minute or so before she looked over in Kristen’s direction and started to figure out what had happened…and what an opportunity now presented itself to her.

Emma couldn’t believe her luck. But, lucky or not, she was going to take full advantage now. She crawled over to Kristen and dropped her body over Stewart’s prone body. She wrapped one arm behind Kristen’s lower back and lifted her up a little, exposing her toned stomach. Emma then slowly, methodically started firing brutal punches deep into the pit of Kristen’s tummy. This was her go-to move when fighting Kristen, but she rarely had a chance to get off so many shots unchallenged. Kristen woke up, gasping in pain, after the first shot but she was too dizzy to defend herself. Emma’s fists kept pounding into her abs, draining more and more of the fight out of her. Kristen’s eyes started to water and her body writhed. She tried to twist to her side to protect herself and Emma had her in a full body pin and wouldn’t let her escape.

Finally after almost 10 minutes of this belly torture, Emma relented, gasping in fatigue after so much punching. Between the blow to the back of her skull and the stomach punching though, Kristen was in much worse shape now.

Emma grabbed Kristen by her long hair and dragged her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She propped Kristen up against the side of the bed and then positioned herself so then was sitting in front of Kristen.

Emma whispered in Kristen’s ear: “I saw how much you liked this last time, so I thought I’d give you a second helping.”

She then wrapped her arms around the back of Kristen’s head and pulled the American’s face deep into her cleavage. After such a long fight, Emma was sweaty and overheated. All that body heat was now transferred into the already hot Kristen as she was trapped in the breast smother. Emma’s tits were not especially big but they seemed to be the perfect size to suffocate Kristen’s face.

In short order Kristen started bucking frantically and pushing at Emma’s shoulders, trying to free herself. She was naturally claustrophobic and nothing drove her as crazy as being trapped in a breast smother. Emma knew this after their previous fights and relished every moment, knowing how much this hold caused anguish to Kristen.

She rode out Kristen’s bucking, being sure to keep the seal of her breast smother applied firmly the entire time. Eventually Kristen’s movements started dying down. This was Emma’s favourite part of a match: ragdoll time. Kristen’s arms flopped down to her sides, her knees s dropped and her legs splayed out. Emma just kept feeding her tit though. She started moving Kristen’s head back and forth in small semi-circles, finding new ways to push her tits tighter and tighter against Kristen’s face.

Finally, after a long time, and with a flourish she peeled her tits off Kristen’s red and sticky face.

“Ha! Everyone get a look at this!” said a triumphant Emma, grabbing Kristen by the hair and turning her face to the closest camera. “This bitch is KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!”

This was Emma’s moment of triumph and she was basking in it.

She wasn’t done though.

Using a handful of hair, Emma turned Kristen around and dragged her onto the bed. Half of her body was flat on the bed, stomach first. Her butt and legs were hanging off the side of the bed.

Emma then stepped out of the room briefly. When she came back it was with a large, black dildo.

“This was always how it was going to end between us Kristen,’ said Emma ominously. “You wanted to do this to me last time but now the shoe’s on the other foot, isn’t it?”

The unconscious Kristen was unable to respond.

Instead of using the dildo though, Emma leaned herself over the prone Kristen and then slipped two fingers underneath Kristen’s panties and inside her. Emma started slowly….working her digits in and out…in and out….until the unconscious Kristen slowly started to come to. Stewart was unable to do anything though. She was too beaten up and exhausted. Emma started picking up the pace. As her fingers did their magic work, Emma started rubbing her crouch up against Kristen’s ass, tribbing her. The groggy Kristen was slowly realizing what was happening to her but could do nothing about it. And her body started getting more and more responsive, despite her best efforts to resist, as Emma’s finger fucking started getting more and more intense.

Kristen started moaning despite herself, her hips moving up and down and Emma expertly built her up to a shattering climax. Emma used her free arm to wrap around Kristen’s slim waist and pull her towards her from behind. Emma’s eyes were closed tightly as hands clenched tightly into fists.

“Oh God!”

“Oh God!”

“Oh God!” she moaned.

Finally Emma, slipped in another finger and this burst the dams, Kristen came and she breathed out a sigh of relief and exhaustion.

“That’s right Kristen. That’s right. Now tell everyone you’re my bitch, commanded Emma.

“I’m...I’m your bitch,” said a thoroughly exhausted Kristen, just trying to get Emma to go away.

“now, tell everyone, that I’m the better woman.” Ordered Emma.

….no…” whispered Kristen.

“What was that?” said a furious Emma.

“No.” said Kristen unconvincingly.

“Alright, you asked for it,” said Emma. Then then ripped off Kristen’s panties before grabbing the dildo and ramming it up Kristen’s ass.

“OHHHH!!!” Kristen screamed, her eyes opening wide.

Just like with the finger fuck, Emma took her time, working the shaft in and out of Kristen and building her up, slowly, inevitably to another climax.

Inevitably it arrived and Kristen came all over the sheets again.

An utterly exhausted Kristen was completely helpless now as Emma flipped her onto her back. Emma plopped herself onto Kristen’s stomach. She graped Stewart’s wrists and pressed her face against Kristen’s so they were nose to nose.

“Now. Tell everyone…WHO. IS. THE. BETTER. WOMAN?” said Emma.

“…y-you are…you are…” said a broken Kristen.

“Whoo-hooo!” exalted Emma. This was the moment she had waited for years. Not just beating Kristen physically but breaking her spirit and humiliating her

In the enthusiasm of her victory, Emma grabbed the dildo again and started smashing it into Kristen’s head or slapping her across the face with it, over and over.

After repeated head shots, Kristen was knocked out again.

Emma looked a little sheepish when she realized what she had done.”

“Whoops!” said Emma, before smiling at the camera and winking at the home audience.

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Sophie Reade vs Katy Perry



It was dubbed the "Juggernauts Series", pitting the most endowed members of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance against one another, with their "jugs" being primary weapons...and targets.

English bombshell Sophie and American Katy had been battling to a comparative standstill for some fifteen minutes as they employed standard wrestling moves.  Now, as both grew frustrated, they decided to put their 'girls' to work.  Each bounded off of the ropes on opposite sides of the ring and raced toward one another, colliding in mid-ring with a loud, wet smack as sweat-soaked flesh and fabric slammed together.  Both were momentarily dazed by the impact as they stumbled backward, but neither fell.  Undaunted, they each dashed toward the cables about, ricocheting off of them, and once more collided chest to chest in center ring, with the same result.

Neither willing to accept a stalemate, they once again threw themselves against the strands, building up as much momentum as they could.  When they came together it was with the force of two wrecking balls smashing together.

This time, it was Katy who was sent sailing back to the canvas, stunned, a look of shocked disbelief on her face..  A smile of triumph across her lips, Sophie cupped her 30K cupped breasts and let out am Amazonian whoop.  She then hair hauled Perry up to her feet and Irish whipped her into a corner; arms slung over the top ropes on either side of her, Katy's limp body hung there.  Sophie charged her, delivering a body splash that hammered the wind from the American's lungs.  "Time to finish those little thrupney bits of yours off, luv," the Brit sneered.  Reade then began slamming her breasts into her opponent's, tears filling Katy's eyes as her 32DDs were painfully pancaked again and again by her adversary's own orbs.  The punishment soon drove the brunette into a stupor, and she offered scant resistance as Sophie pulled her out of the corner by her hair and snapmared her to the mat.

Sitting in a straddle atop her foe in a schoolgirl pin, the buxom blonde delivered the coup de grâce:  she lowered her breasts down upon Katy's face, their mutual sweat forming an airtight seal as Perry's mouth and nose were enveloped withing the fleshy cage.  A chorus of "Jug her out!  Jug her out!" arose from the crowd.  The hapless battler squirmed in panic beneath her tormentor, but was too weak to make an escape.  Her senses reeled as she was cut off from oxygen, and quickly enough everything when black and her whole body lay there motionless.  Victorious, Sophie climbed up off of her beaten opponent, but not before untying and removing the slumbering Katy's bikini top.  Holding the garment aloft as her trophy, Reade planted a boot upon the bruised and battered breasts of the conquered vixen and proclaimed "I am the Juggernaut Queen of the HWA!"