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Okay, I've done something really terrible to all of you.  For the past few weeks I've been sitting on some new writings from the legendary Walkin' Dude, but instead of immediately sharing them with the world, I just kept putting the posting of these off.  I know, I know, it's unforgivable.

But I'm here to rectify this grave error now!

I love the concept of these:  Blurbs for fantasy celeb fighting videos, just like you would find on a website or in a catalog.  I don't know about you, but after reading these, I'd order each and every one of these matches! 

TOOTH & NAIL AUTUMN, 2018 NEW RELEASES

T&N 1408: Technical Knockouts



It’s a classic blonde versus brunette showdown as Emily meets Troian in a clash of Tooth & Nail’s most gifted submission specialists. The pace is quick and intense from the outset, with a stiff exchange of Headlocks that quickly gives way to Hammerlocks, Wristlocks, Neck Cranks and Scissors applied from every conceivable position and angle. Later on the ladies dig deep into a pro-style repertoire that includes Abdominal Stretches, Camel Clutches, Boston Crabs, Figure Four Leglocks, Dragon Sleepers and even a Romero Special! Of course this IS Tooth & Nail and each wrestler takes every opportunity to punish her opponent with numerous slaps, swats, pinches, rakes and claws applied to the most vulnerable areas. A particularly emphatic STF finally forces capitulation from one weary warrior after more than thirty minutes of hard wrestling, alas her suffering is not yet as over as she’s immediately bent over the victrix’s knee for no less than five minutes of the most hard-hearted spanking and wedgie torture ever filmed for T&N! In the end she’s left with scorched buns, watery eyes and a burning desire for vengeance. Who is victrix and who is victim? You’ll have to order TECHNICAL KNOCKOUTS for the answer!

T&N 1422: International Incident



Still seething over her galling smother defeat in MUMMMMPPPGHHBAI! (T&N 1401) our ‘Ivory Tigress’ Troian gets her rematch with ‘Bollywood Bombshell’ Priyanka! Much like their first encounter, there’s nothing in the way of a feeling out process here, as both brunettes storm out of their corners with pain and punishment on their minds. Pree’s shorter and stronger, but Troi’s quicker and more technically sound, not that’s there’s much in the way of technical elegance in the way these two tear into one another. Oh, there might be a Headlock or clench from time to time, but savagery is the name of the game tonight, with hard hair pulling, stern slaps and white-knuckle claw-holds being used to great effect by both competitors. A slow but steady campaign of escalation against one fighter’s chest ultimately turns the tide in the favor of her tormentor, with the last ten minutes of action growing more and more lopsided until one formerly proud battler is reduced to plaintive wailing and writhing as her increasingly haughty adversary twists, tweases, pinches and plucks her way to a sobbing submission. A final Face Sit ends her suffering for the night, but is it Troian knotting the series or Priyanka extending her dominance? You’ll have to order INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT to learn the answer!

T&N 1435: ASSerting Dominance



Fans of HAUGHTY HOTTIES and TROI’S REVENGE (T&N 1427 and TN 1428) know that there’s no badder blood in all of Tooth & Nail than that between Chloe and Troian. Humiliation and degradation have been the order of the day since their very first meeting when ‘Killer’ Chloe submitted her foe with a Double Leg Grapevine and refused to break it until poor Troi sobbed for mercy! The stakes were raised that much higher in the return match which ended with the Killer enduring a miserable ‘Walk of Shame’ after submitting to a Ringpost Figure Four Leglock! Now, with pride and a shot at Nina’s Middleweight Championship on the line, the bombastic brunettes have decided to settle their burgeoning grudge in a match where the winner can only be decided via Face Sit! With so much hanging in the balance it should come as no surprise that the wrestlers waste no time taking her opponent to the canvas for a little ‘cheek to cheek’ quality time. In fact, of the thirty-seven minute run time, almost twenty-five is spent with the combatants in quiet shrieking contemplation of her opponent’s glutes! This Callipygian Clash rages back and forth until the last few minutes, when a growing exhaustion and a creative use of the ropes leaves her unable to defend against a final breath-stealing Front Face Sit. Unfortunately for the loser she’s got three whole matches of pent-up aggression to endure, which in this case means an utterly merciless round of butt smothering delivered from every point on the compass. In the end she’s left with a smudged face and dashed dreams, while her hated adversary moves on to a shot at that champ! BUTT is Chloe or Troian crowned number one contender? You’ll have to order ASSERTING DOMINANCE to find out!

T&N 1402: The First Hug is the Deepest



A clash with career implications as T&N’s undefeated rookie sensations Lia and Kira square off in a match where someone’s ‘Oh’ has got to go! Both ladies understand the threat to their burgeoning reputations and come out of their corners swinging for the fences with an exchange of slaps that plays out more like a saloon brawl than a catfight! Never one to favor a level playing field for long, bratty blonde Lia soon resorts to a rake of the eyes and a near permanent grip on her foe’s braids to dish out some punishment that sees Kira battered from pillar to post! But Kira’s in no mood to simply hand Lia a statement win and the blonde’s arrogance lets Kira get back into it with a Headscissors that has her prey gasping for breath! Control proves elusive and painful over the next twenty minutes, as the curvaceous ingénues swap mounts, holds and increasingly vitriolic trash talk. (“There’s something about your face that makes me want to slap it as hard as I f*cking can!” Lia tells Kira late in the game) With both fighters pushed to their limits it comes down to a single costly error that sees one formerly dominant wrestler transformed to a mewling, huffing victim by a brawny Kneeling Bear Hug in the center of the ring. Post-bell, a gleeful winner snuggles in for a high, haughty Schoolgirl Pin, all the better to remind her foe of that brand new mark in the loss column! The scene fades on a close-up of the loser’s furious face, but is it Kira or Lia left vowing revenge? You’ll have to order THE FIRST HUG IS THE DEEPEST to find out!

T&N 1410: The Mite-y Don’t Kneel



In the history of the T&N Lightweight Division, the feud between Lucy and Vanessa is the stuff of legend. In fact, the culmination of their seven match series, GOOD NIGHT, MOON! (T&N 1297) is still one of our top-selling videos more than three years after its release! This pair of ballistic brunettes have done battle in every conceivable venue, but today they find themselves in an unfamiliar setting: partners in an AHW King Bed Tag Match! Their opposition is the terrible tyro tandem of Camilla and Natalie, collectively dubbed the Juggernauts after their brutal JMD victory over Hayden and Mish in T&N 1405 (GO ON, LEAVE ME BREATHLESS). The newcomers have bullied everyone in their path thus far and clearly expect to do the same against the unlikely alliance, so imagine their surprise when Nessa & Lucy set their differences aside to show their opposition why they’re the winningest lightweights of the last decade! Some early highlights include stereo splashes to Natalie and a combination Inverted Lotus Lock Wedgie that has Camilla wailing into the comforter! Of course the Juggernauts aren’t pushovers either and Cam & Nat show the veterans what it means to be treated shabby with some inspired double teaming that has their rivals groaning like Day One Bikini Meat! This war between current and future stars wages for more than thirty minutes and seems in danger of going to the dreaded time limit draw when an errant shot from one hottie floors her own partner and allows their rivals to rally. From there they isolate the other woman and pick her apart with a veritable cavalcade of tag-team cruelty! Even a last minute surge isn’t enough to stop the punishment, as she reaches the corner only to have her partner desert her on the spot! Fury soon gives way to anguish as the last five minutes devolves into a handicap match culminating with the most gawdawful double team submission we’ve ever filmed! Afterward the victrixes celebrate with a double barreled face sit, each lass smiling prettily as they lean into their partner and bear down on their devastated adversary. So which duo surges and which is swept into the dustbin of T&N history? Order THE MITE-Y DON’T KNEEL to find out!

T&N 1370: Gratuitous Tee & A



Troian’s long running campaign to prove her bona fides as the greatest Middleweight in Tooth & Nail history comes up against a serious challenger in the form of gym rat Shay, who quickly goes nose to nose with the Tigress to let her know just how their contest (fought in tight short-sleeved tee shirts and strappy briefs) will end. “Your face. My ass. Get used to it, honey.” Tone thusly set, the hardbody brunettes light into one another with a flurry of slaps and body blows, many of them augmented with strategic grips on her opponent’s collar or waistband. Both ladies make liberal use of the corner posts and ring ropes, either for a better angle on their shots or for increased leverage when they’re throttling their hapless rival! Of course it wouldn’t be a Tee Tussle without the obligatory hockey jersey gambit and you get it here in spades, first with Shay absolutely POUNDING away at Troian’s exposed lower back and later on when the Tigress neutralizes Shay’s arms for a truly malevolent round of Jugg Mugging. Fit though they are, one lass is destined to falter and it starts right around the twenty minute mark. From there to the end one increasingly disheveled grappler is reduced to smoldering rubble by her grinning, dark-eyed tormentor. Attempts to clench are met with disdainful slaps, retaliatory slaps get countered with Kneelifts to the tummy and escape efforts are constantly thwarted with a gaudy handful of briefs, either for shellacking forearms to the lower back or cringe-worthy wedgies. Ultimately the flagging fighter is taken to the mat one last time, her sweat-dappled tee pulled up snug over her face, ams pinioned uselessly over her head, the perfect mount for a Reverse Face Sit & Belly Claw combination that’s still going strong when the tape fades to black. So does Troian continue her winning ways or does Shay tie a knot in the Tigress’s tail? The answer awaits in GRATUITIOUS TEE & A!

T&N 1436: No Morena!



One of Tooth & Nail’s most sought after visiting fighters makes an emphatic return to competition when bombshell brunette Morena steps through the ropes for the first time in more than a year to face rising star Kelly! The upstart blonde doesn’t have her opponent’s years of experience to draw upon, but she is stronger and faster and immediately brings these advantages to bear by tossing the veteran around at will. Body Slams, Hair Mare’s, Suplexes, even an Airplane Spin, Morena is seemingly Kelly’s to control! But the Bombshell has faced (and beaten) some of the best wrestlers T&N has to offer and she weathers Kelly’s storm until a timely rake of the eyes lets her seize control. And seize is most definitely the operative word, as Morena takes every opportunity to squeeze, maul or generally punish her opponent’s bountiful chest. Adding to the blonde’s woes is Morena’s willingness to tug on her suit: what starts as a minor irritation soon grows into a galling game changer as wedgies and other forced wardrobe malfunctions leave the sturdy blonde open for greater and greater punishments, including a wedgie-assisted Piledriver that nearly turns poor Kelly into a tent-spike! Ultimately a breath-stealing Inverted Figure Four Headscissors earns Morena a valuable return victory and leaves Kelly’s face as red as her togs. As for what happens post-bell… we won’t spoil it here, but we WILL tell you that the title of this match is repeated several times at various volumes. How loud does it get? Order NO MORENA! to find out!

T&N 1437: Scratch as Catch Can



What’s supposed to be a purely competitive match between two of our best technicians soon devolves into one of the more mean-spirited catfights in recent T&N history! Troian and Lindsey’s exchange of Hammerlocks, Headlocks and Headscissors is almost courteous in a professional sort of way, but spirits dampen and tempers flare during the next break when Linds accuses of raking her trunks out of the ref’s view! The Tigress denies the allegations and the match resumes with Lindsey aggressively marching her adversary into a corner. Calls for a clean break are met by flashing nails as Linds raaaaaaaaaakes her startled opponent from forehead to chin! An unrepentant Lindsey follows it up with a head-swiveling slap and this wicked challenge: “C’mon tiger bitch, show me your claws!” From that point on all semblance of restraint is thrown out the window as both brunettes augment each and every hold applied with several passes of well manicured nails. Camel Clutch? Rake her eyes! Over the Knee Backbreaker? Rake her tummy! Abdominal Stretch? Rake her crotch and anything else within reach! In the end one fighter’s claws get dull as her opponent’s seem to grow sharper and sharper. A combined Beast Choker and Tummy Rake leads one wrestler pleading for mercy, which is wholeheartedly rejected in favor of a Reverse Face Sit augmented by one more round of callous crotch raking. But is it Troi or Linds that finishes the night a sniveling scratching post? You’ll have to order SCRATCH AS CATCH CAN for the answer!


T&N 1438: The Mud is Mine and so are You!



Ever since her career defining title victory over T&N Destroyer class legend Amanda in ONE FOR THE AGES (T&N 1399), Kat hasn’t just run the division, she’s dominated every challenger put forth. And if the match in question is a Mud Wrestling contest? Domination doesn’t even begin to cover it. But now the champ faces her most daunting foe to date, when former Destroyer Division Champion Kate steps into the mud to reclaim her gold! For the first time in her gloppy reign Kat finds herself battling from underneath as the Amazonian challenger takes her to the mud for Bear Hugs and JMD Sleepers in equal measure. This time last year that probably would’ve been enough to make Kate a two-time champion, but dethroning Big Riggs brought out a steely streak in the curvaceous brunette and she forces Kat to earn every inch of ground she wants to claim. And Kate for her part is more than willing to spend big in the early-going to keep the champion buried beneath her curves. It’s a strong gambit, yet one that proves problematic as Kat simply refuses to go away! By the fifteen minute mark she’s regaining lost ground and in another five she’s got Kate tasting jugg for the first time! Of course the blonde doesn’t shy from a challenge and they spend another fifteen minutes in an unbroken chain of Bear Hugs, Full Nelsons, Tummy Smothers, Bodyscissors and of course, the Breast Smothers that have made these ladies two of the top names in the Destroyer division. Alas, there can only be one champ and in the end one fighter finishes her breathless adversary with a prolonged North-South Breast Smother that leaves her tits up and oblivious to the champion’s parting words: THE MUD IS MINE AND SO ARE YOU!

[jtmatt]

I need closure! Those are awesome matchups ... I want to know who won!

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I need closure! Those are awesome matchups ... I want to know who won!

I'm certain the Walkin' Dude would be very pleased if you let your imagination soar. 

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Beverley Mitchell vs Danielle Fishel



Danielle gasped and gurgled as Beverley's arm tightened across her throat, the expertly applied Read Naked Choke denying the brunette precious breath.  In desperation, she began to piston her right elbow into Mitchell's ribs, until finally she forced the blonde to release her.  Fishel takes a deep gulp of air, and then whirls around, landing a knife hand chop across her opponent's chest.  The bikini tops of both busty battlers had long since been torn off, and as the sound of the chop echoed through the penthouse room, Bev's 34C's bounced wildly, beads of sweat spraying from her glistening flesh as she grunted in pain and staggered backward.  Growling with fury, Dani unleashed another chop, and then another, the skin of her victim turning an angry red from where the blows landed.  Mitchell's groans were tinged with whimpers now, and it became evident that this onslaught might just overwhelm her.

Beverley realized that as well, and fear of defeat fueled her next move, as she raked her fingernails over Danielle's eyes.  Fishel managed to closed her lids in time, but the pain nevertheless caused her to shriek and, momentarily blinded, she stepped back from her adversary.  Mitchell pressed her newfound advantage with a knife hand blow of her own, this one a tomahawk chop to her rival's forehead.  Dani groaned in pain, and three more such chops delivered in quick succession left the brunette cross-eyed and dazed.  Adrenaline pumping, Bev now returned the earlier "favor", unleashing brutal chops to Fishel's own chest, and now it was her own 36C's turn to bounce in protest.

Danielle was finally able to rally her wits around to draw her right arm back, ball her fist, and unleash a haymaker at her opponent's face.  Unfortunately, her movements were so sluggish, Beverley was able to step back out of the way of the blow.  The brunette's fist hit nothing but air, but her momentum caused her to spin around a full 180°, leaving her facing opposite her adversary.  Beverley took advantage of that by raking her nails down the length of Fishel's bare back, drawing a shriek of pain from her victim.  Danielle tried to turn the tide by spinning around, aiming a backhand fist to where Mitchell's face should me.  But again the brunette's speed is dampened by her exhaustion, and Bev is able to duck under the blow.  She pops back up to her full 5'2" height with an accompanying uppercut punch to the 5'1" Danielle's left breast, eliciting a howl of agonized protest from Fishel.

Now Beverley goes in for the kill:  Wrapping her arms tight around Deni's body, she pulls her in tight for a bearhug, their chests pancaking together.  With a grunt, Mitchell lifts her opponent up and twists the two of them around, sending Fishel crashing to the floor with a Belly to Belly Suplex, the brunette taking the full brunt with the weight of both beauties behind it.  The impact causes a burst of air to rush from Danielle's lungs, leaving her gasping...precisely as Bev intended.  Sitting in a straddle on Fishel's belly, the blonde leans down, her breasts enveloping the face of her rival in Mitchell's "Beverley's Hills" smother finisher.  Danielle squirmed in panic beneath her, her hands feebly slapping at the body of her tormentor, but the brunette was just too spent to power herself free.  Rapidly, her body grew sluggish, until she ceased to move altogether beyond a few spasmodic twitches.  Tauntingly, Mitchell slapped the sides of her semi-conscious foe's face with her sweat-soaked orbs, then she pushed herself upright.  One foot planted on the heaving chest of the beaten battler, the victorious blonde raised her arms in victory.

[reddmaster9497]

Hi, I'm a long reader of this post and I gotta say that there are amazing writers here. I'm just making a suggestion if somebody wants to do a fight with them. They are not the most knowledge girls, but I think it would be great if someone wants to do an international fight. The girls I'm about to mention are from Spain my country.

Lorena Castell:


Ana Morgade


Blanca Suarez


And Ursula Corbero from La Casa de Papel


Those are some girls that I suggested. I think they would look good for a fight.

[jdo90]

Anne Winters vs Helen Flanagan





The final match of the annual Class Dismissed showdown, an event that would always pack a lot of seats, was, for the first time ever, sold out! Every elite member of the Celebrity Catfight Circuit were present for the highly anticipated bout.

Anne Winters, although 24-years-old, is making her debut tonight. Unfortunately for her, she is facing Helen Flanagan.

Helen has been completely dominating her competition since she joined the circuit, devouring every woman the league threw at her, and tonight would prove to be no different.

In a classic Teacher vs Student themed match, Anna dressed as a schoolgirl, Helen as a Teacher, the two beauties face off in a classroom. The elite promoters, sitting in their school desks, watch upclose as Helen demolishes the newbie.

The young, inexperienced Texan pathetically whimpers, her left arm wrapped across her chest and her left hand jutting down in front of her crotch, tears streaking down her ruddy cheeks. Shreded strips of Anne's skirt and tank top litter the classroom, thanks to Helen's recently manicured, sharp fingernails.

Anne, in what she viewed as a valiant attempt to shield her butt, backs up against the chalkboard. "Please stop... you win. Just leave me alone." Winters pleads with her tormentor.

Casually leaning back on a large wooden desk, obviously meant for a teacher, Helen drums her fingers across the rich mahogany, "So you admit defeat and I should let you go? You're finished?"

Anne, sniffling her nose, nods her head and replies with a squeaky, "Mhmm"

"You hear that, gentlemen," Helen looks over her shoulder, winking at the Catfight Promoters, "she submits. Well, that was fun. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night," Flanagan smiles at the frightened pipsqueak.

"Umm... tha.. thank you. Uhh... do you think y'all could, you know," Anne gestures at Helen and the men to turn around by spinning her right index finger in the air. But, quickly realizing her hand is no longer covering her crotch, she shoots her arm back down, blocking the dainty, black lace of her underwear. "Oh gosh, please, just turn around."

"Alright fellas, the young lady asked us nicely," Helen turns around, shielding her eyes with her palms. The men, however, don't move an inch, staring forward, expressionless.

Anne, with an exasperated sigh, inches sideways towards the door, keeping her back to the wall. "You guys are freaking creeps," the young woman mumbles under her breath, reaching for the doorknob.

Just as her hand touches the handle, Helen, with a handful of Winter's blonde hair, jerks the scantily clad rookie backwards, towards the large wooden desk.

"NAAAAH," Anne screams in terror, the heels of her Converses dragging across the classroom floor, her fingers swiping at Helen's hair-gripping fist. At this point Anne abandons her attempt to cover up her alluring lingerie, wanting only to escape her foe's clutches, run out of the classroom and put an end to this horrific nightmare.

But, as Helen sat upon the large desk and forced Winter to lay, face-first, over her knees, the young Texan would soon realize her nightmare had only just begun. Realizing the severity of her current situation, Anne tries with all her might to push and roll away.

"Now, now, sit still, little girl," Flanagan scolds, curling her fingers under the waistband of Anne's black thong -- a choice of underwear she now regrets wearing -- and, without any warning, jerks the waistband up high, yanking the miniscule garment even further up Winters' tanned, perky tush. The lace fabric uncomfortably grating against her tender nether regions illicit a cry from the degraded actress.

Anne's cries evolve into sobbing as the older blonde fries the American's ass with sharp, open-palmed slaps. "Now apologize to these fine gentlemen!" Helen commands, feverishly smacking her adversaries derriere.

"I'm SAHH SORRYEEEY!" Winters blubbers at the grinning men. Anne, kicking her feet, her face burnt red in humiliation, is full-on, ugly crying.

Once her opponent's ass is thoroughly tanned, Helen positions Winters on the table, sprawled on her back. The screech of multiple chair legs scraping the floor fills the room as all the promotors stand up. A man, garner in a dark suit and dark sunglasses, bellows out, in a low, cold voice, "Finish Her!"

Helen, with a nod, straddles the American's waist. The British beauty swiftly removes her top and unhhoks her bra, freeing her breasts. Anne squirms, pathetically blubbering, as Helen lowers her Double D breasts, setting them upon her adversary's hot, wet, tear-stained features.

Once Anne's limbs stop twitching, Helen pulls her enormous jugs off of her slumbering foe. In one final act of cruelty, Helen strips off Anne's underwear, unveiling every inch of her petite frame to the leering promotors, and sits the unconscious beauty on top of a stool in the corner of the room, proping her against the wall. Helen snatches the newbie's discarded thong up, shoving it in the loser's mouth and places a dunce cap on her slumbering head.

With a wink, Helen puts her bra and top back on and saunters out the door, leaving sleeping beauty behind, knowing the Catfight Promoters will take care of the snobby blonde.

[BloodySam]

Ever since her career defining title victory over T&N Destroyer class legend Amanda in ONE FOR THE AGES (T&N 1399), Kat hasn’t just run the division, she’s dominated every challenger put forth. And if the match in question is a Mud Wrestling contest? Domination doesn’t even begin to cover it. But now the champ faces her most daunting foe to date, when former Destroyer Division Champion Kate steps into the mud to reclaim her gold! For the first time in her gloppy reign Kat finds herself battling from underneath as the Amazonian challenger takes her to the mud for Bear Hugs and JMD Sleepers in equal measure. This time last year that probably would’ve been enough to make Kate a two-time champion, but dethroning Big Riggs brought out a steely streak in the curvaceous brunette and she forces Kat to earn every inch of ground she wants to claim. And Kate for her part is more than willing to spend big in the early-going to keep the champion buried beneath her curves. It’s a strong gambit, yet one that proves problematic as Kat simply refuses to go away! By the fifteen minute mark she’s regaining lost ground and in another five she’s got Kate tasting jugg for the first time! Of course the blonde doesn’t shy from a challenge and they spend another fifteen minutes in an unbroken chain of Bear Hugs, Full Nelsons, Tummy Smothers, Bodyscissors and of course, the Breast Smothers that have made these ladies two of the top names in the Destroyer division. Alas, there can only be one champ and in the end one fighter finishes her breathless adversary with a prolonged North-South Breast Smother that leaves her tits up and oblivious to the champion’s parting words: THE MUD IS MINE AND SO ARE YOU!

Oh, I love the concept of these blurbs...the Walkin' Dude has always been a masterful writer, and I'm glad you could share these with us - thanks to both of you!

I need to get my hands on a copy of ONE FOR THE AGES (T&N 1399) from the back catalogue, mentioned in the last blurb, as soon as possible!

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Choose Your Adventure!

Choice #1:  Mila Kunis vs Kate Upton



Mila's greater speed and agility had served as a good counter to Kate's greater size and power, but both beauties were pushing at their outermost limits of physical endurance, and each knew that any hope of victory would have to come now.

The Amazonian blonde tried to finish off her dark-haired foe with a bearhug, actually lifting Kunis up off of the floor, her feet dangling inches above the rug, as Upton's arms tightened like steel bands, causing Mila to moan and whine in anguish.  However, Kunis began swinging her arms inward again and again, slamming her palms three full times into her opponent's ears.  Kate shrieked, her arms flying open to release her victim; Upton staggered backward, badly stunned.  The brunette dropped to the floor, her arms hugging her aching sides as she gulped in air.  She understood that she only had a few scant moments to capitalize on her rival's dazed state.  Moving with panther swiftness, Mila jumped up on the nearby sofa and balanced herself precariously on the arm.  Sizing up her target, she suddenly flung herself into the air.

Twisting her body, Mila aimed her feet squarely at Kate, smashing them into Upton's fabled breasts like twin sledgehammers.  The blonde let out an agonized grunt as she was knocked off of her feet and sent crashing to the penthouse floor.  Mila landed with feline grace, then sprung on top of her opponent.  Sitting upon Kate's belly, Kunis wrapped her hands around the blonde's throat, choking her until Upton's glazed eyes rolled up and she passed out, thus ending the match.


Choice #2:  Mila Kunis vs Kate Upton




Mila's greater speed and agility had served as a good counter to Kate's greater size and power, but both beauties were pushing at their outermost limits of physical endurance, and each knew that any hope of victory would have to come now.

The Amazonian blonde tried to finish off her dark-haired foe with a bearhug, actually lifting Kunis up off of the floor, her feet dangling inches above the rug, as Upton's arms tightened like steel bands, causing Mila to moan and whine in anguish.  However, Kunis began swinging her arms inward again and again, slamming her palms three full times into her opponent's ears.  Kate shrieked, her arms flying open to release her victim; Upton staggered backward, badly stunned.  The brunette dropped to the floor, her arms hugging her aching sides as she gulped in air.  She understood that she only had a few scant moments to capitalize on her rival's dazed state.  Moving with panther swiftness, Mila jumped up on the nearby sofa and balanced herself precariously on the arm.  Sizing up her target, she suddenly flung herself into the air.

Stretching her body out, Mila sailed toward Kate for a flying cross body tackle.  Unfortunately for the brunette, Upton was able to brace her feet and, in an astounding display of her sheer raw strength, managed to catch Kunis!  Mila's eyes widened in shock and terror as she was held aloft for several moments like a rag doll...and then Kate suddenly dropped to one knee, slamming the back of her adversary across her other bent leg.  Kunis howled in agony as her spine was mercilessly bent across the joint.  With a sneer, Upton roughly shoved her now-sobbing opponent to the floor onto her back, then claimed the inevitable triumph by dropping her glistening orbs across Mila's face, smothering the hapless battler into oblivion.

[Xtra164]

Madelaine Petsch vs. Katherine McNamara




The catty scuffle between both feisty and fiery redheads was rumbling to an apex. With streaks of their luscious locks scattered across the canvas, this contest wasn't so much a technical wrestling exhibition but more so just a rough and tumble hair-pulling and skin-scratching catfight that lacked the finesse of the standard in-ring bout but more than made up for it in red hot intensity! The action seesawed back and forth until Madelaine was able to gain the upper hand by successfully locking Katherine up in the corner where she could finally use the ring to her advantage as she stomped and rammed her opponent up hard against the turnbuckle notches while using the neighbor surrounding ring ropes as leverage to make her stomps and strikes all the more effective.

Growing increasingly confident and knowing that one well-executed power move could put her redhead rival away, Petsch peeled the laboring and tired McNamara out of the corner. After one more forceful shoulder ram into Katherine's gut, Petsch flipped her up high in the air above her shoulders setting up a textbook powerbomb that she figured would put her away in bombastic fashion! But as Madelaine staggered to the center of the ring trying to keep her foe balanced atop of her, Katherine suddenly came to her senses recognizing the dire circumstances she was in! Without even thinking, the propped up hellcat looked down and gasped in horror at how high up she was and reflectively began squirming from this perilous position. It became very clear very quickly that Madelaine had bit off far more than she chew when not only did Katherine wiggle her way free from atop Petsch's shoulders but in rolling down behind her, McNamara was inadvertently able to roll the stunned Madelaine over on her back with her legs folded over her body!

Madelaine hit the mat hard on the back of her head and neck at first completely disoriented at what just happened while Katherine scrambled up to her feet after narrowly escaping disaster and saw her nemesis conveniently rolled up in a very comprising position! Acting on pure instinct, Katherine raced over just as Madelaine was regaining her awareness but just before she could uncoil her body, her face was suddenly engulfed under Katherine's ass! She tried kicking and screaming from out under the ass smother but Katherine remained planted atop of Madelaine's face using it as her own personal seat cushion while she held on to Petsch's legs under her armpits keeping them folded over in this extremely helpless and humiliating position! And if that wasn't bad enough, Katherine's wicked side would peek out when she reached for the waistband of Madelaine's tight black jeans and begin tugging them down over her ass and down her legs!

Madeline's shrieks intensified after she felt her jeans get almost totally stripped off, the pants now comically dangling over only one of her ankles, were still muffled under Katherine's caboose and the combination of extreme mortification and oxygen deficiency began driving her to the brink of unconsciousness. Still feeling a little devilish, Katherine could sense that Madelaine was about to black out in defeat and still wanted some more fun with her figuring that her sticking up booty, with just a tiny red lace thong wedgied deep up her milky white asscheeks, would be the perfect canvas to paint red her victory celebration! Katherine raised both hands in the air and beat that caboose like a set of bongo drums until it was as red as her hair and to the point where her minuscule red thong actually blended into her tanned maroon backside! McNamara halted the spanking after satisfied with the shade she was able to smack into Madelaine's ass flesh with the poor loser now long since blacked out still trapped under Katherine who remained seated atop her opponent like a victorious warrior perched atop her throne with her hand raised high in triumph!

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Jordyn Jones vs Brec Bassinger



As a rule, debut catfights tend to be less-than-thrilling affairs.  Whatever their desires to succeed in the elite Hollywood fighting league, rookies in their first match tend to be awkward, hesitant and still uncertain of their newly-learned fighting skills.  the resulting match can be cringe-worthy for the spectators.  Of course, there is always a full house to view them, because no one wants to say they passed up the chance to see the debut of a future fighting superstar.  Those who can honestly claim to have witnessed the first matches of, say, Scarlett Johansson or Kaley Cuoco can boast of a very special cache among the elite spectators.

And so it came to be that a beachfront mansion in Malibu was the battleground for the inaugural match for both Jordyn and Brec, and a full house of observers was on hand.  And within the first minute of the fight, the mouths were agape and the eyes wide with shock for each and every one of those witnesses.

Prior to the match, both petite young women were bubbly, even giggly...not the most promising sign for a rough and tumble brawl.  But once the signal was given to begin, the smiles melted off of their faces, and fire lit up their eyes.  With banshee howls, the two blondes launched themselves at one another, and proceeded to engage in one of the most savage catfights any of the jaded spectators had ever beheld!

Evenly matches in size and skill, they battled on in a veritable stalemate, neither beauty able to control the fight for long.  The air was filled with grunts, groans, shrieks, snarls and yowls; their nubile bodies, glistening with sweat, bore scratches, bite marks and purpling bruises; the floor was littered with generous amounts of flaxen strands of hair.

Eventually too physically spent to stand any longer, they circled one another on hands and knees like jungle cats, seething in fury, their eyes narrowed into angry slits.  Suddenly they threw themselves at one another, their limbs tangled as they rolled back and forth across the carpeting.  They hissed threats to one another in a primitive language only they could understand.  And then the hands of both battlers tightened around the necks of the other, squeezing with all of the dwindling power they could still muster.  The eyes of Brec and Jordyn grew glassy as each struggled for breath, but neither relented in her merciless drive to destroy the other.

Finally, with simultaneous sighs, both blondes went limp, their eyes fluttering shut as their choking hands fell free of their rival's throat.  They lay there side by side, motionless save for the heaving of their chests as their lungs gulped precious air once again.  They had battled to a perfect standstill, two exact equals.

And, every spectator in attendance believed, two future legends in the making.

FLASHBACK 1963: Yvonne Craig vs Nancy Kwan



Panting hard for breath, the two exhausted beauties seemed frozen in place, their eyes locked together.  Then, as if on cue, they flung themselves at one another, the sound of their damp flash smacking together, and they tumbled in a heap to the Las Vegas hotel's penthouse floor.  Their lush bodies twisted with seemingly no rhyme nor reason, but in fact both were maneuvering for very specific reasons.  That became apparent as each managed to snake her sinewy legs around the head of the other, and suddenly it became a duel of scissor holds!

Both Yvonne and Nancy were fabled for the power of their legs, and few adversaries who had found themselves trapped between those thighs manages to withstand the crushing pressure for long.  Now, they pitted their most potent weapon against one another, calling upon the last dregs of raw power each battler still possessed.

Their bodies trembled from the pain and the exertion, and each went from gasping to whining to wailing in anguish, so great was the squeezing pressure the duo endured.  Yvonne began to rasp a mantra of "Nononononononono", as if commanding herself to not submit, while Nancy squealed out in her native tongue, "Zuxian bangzhù wo!" (a spectator who spoke Cantonese whispered to the man next to him that she was calling on her ancestors for help).

Their bodies shook violently now, their faces deeply reddened, as each gave every last bit of herself,  Then, with a sound that was part gasp of shock, part mewl of defeat, Nancy's body went limp and her legs fell open, freeing her opponent.  Yvonne continues squeezing the Asian for another few moments, but it was plain to all that Nancy was finished.  The victorious Yvonne released her hold, but found that when she tried to stand up to receive her triumph, her legs crumpled under her and she sprawled across the floor, too spent to move.

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Dove Cameron (22 5’2” 115lbs) vs Bella Thorne (20 5’8” 123)

Dove had been beaming with confidence after destroying Mila Kunis who was bigger and a more experienced fighter than her. She was eager to fight again and show everyone the last fight was no fluke, that chance came during a run-in with her old Disney pal at a popular Hollywood restaurant. Both young actresses ended up in the bathroom at the same time and Bella, after hearing that Dove had let her win go to her head, was looking to knock the little blond down a few pegs.

Both girls were dressed for a night out on the town but that didn’t stop them and the cocky little blonde willfully engaged her much bigger adversary. Dove skillfully landed punches to the red head while managing to dodge Thorne’s, Cameron took control of the fight early and frustrated the much taller actress. Dove flashed a confident smirk as she easily avoided a combination of wild punches from Bella, and then countering at the end with a series of precision punches, that each finding their mark. Cameron, despite landing punch after punch, still had not really hurt Bella and Thorne was beginning to realize that and decided she’d had enough. Instead of trying to avoid Dove’s punches, she went through them and bodied up on the smaller girl and used her weight advantage to push, and then pin her up against a wall. The cocky smile gone, Dove was helpless as Bella began raining punches and knees to her tiny body that quickly took her breath away and buckled her knees. She let out little squeals as each blow went deeper and deeper into her once tight abs and looked desperate as her taller rival quickly turned the fight in her favor.

Bella, never one to take it easy on anyone, took a step back and drove two quick punches into Dove’s face, causing the cute blond to spin as she fell to the ground, on to her hands an knees. Bella, now the one flashing the confident smile, stepped into a viscous kick into the down girl’s ribs. Cameron let out a horrifying gasp as she fell to her side, eyes wide open, holding her battered body. Bella then takes a minute to look in the mirror and situate herself, walks over to the defeated blonde and grabs two handfuls of hair. She drags her prey towards the stalls of the bathroom as the desperate Dove reached up and grabbed at Bella’s hands, hoping to get away but not realizing where she was being taken. A moment later, she is staring into a toilet with both hands on the rim trying to avoid having her head being pushed in. It didn’t work. Bella overpowered her and dunked the girl into the toilet water by her hair, holding her there long enough but not too long. She pulled Dove out, let her gasp for air and then dunked her again. She continued doing this to the poor little girl until she got bored and held her in until she passed out. She pulled the slumbering girl’s head out one last time and held it above the toilet with her left hand, using her right hand to locate her phone, she took selfies of her and a knocked out Dove. She put the defeated blonde’s mouth on the toilet and took some more before stripping her nude and leaving her a soaked mess on the bathroom floor.

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FLASHBACK 2003:  Michelle Trachtenberg vs Kaley Cuoco


The brunette bayed in distress while the grinning blonde cackled with glee.  Michelle was flat on her stomach, her head turned sideways, while Kaley pressed the sole of her left foot down with all of her weight on the upturned side of her opponent's face, pressing her head hard into the carpeted floor.  It was an action that both inflicted torment while also humiliating the victim, the equivalent of contemptuously saying "you're beneath me."

It was this, yes...but what it was not was an effective submission move.  For all of her discomfort, Trachtenberg rapidly sussed out a means of escape.  Her legs remained unencumbered, so she swept her left limb out, knocking Cuoco's right foot...the one she stood on to maintain her balance...right out from under her.  With a yelp of sudden surprise, the blonde was sent crashing to the floor with a heavy thud, leaving her stunned for a few moments.

That was all of the time the now free brunette needed to scramble up to her hands and knees and, facing her adversary, grabbing the supine beauty's ankles and lifting her legs up.  Realizing what was in store for her, Kaley began to whimper, "No...no...don't...!", wiping the air with her open palms in the hopes of convincing Michelle to not carry out her intention.  But there was no such luck for the blonde as her rival suddenly pulled her legs apart to opposite sides, stretching them as far as she could, Cuoco's inner thighs screaming in anguish.

But now it was Trachtenberg's turn to make a rookie mistake, as she leaned forward in order to gain more leverage, but in so doing brought her head close enough for the desperate Kaley to rake her painted nails across the brunette's eyes.  Michelle shrieked and tumbled backward, releasing her hold, and both battlers took more than a minute to catch their second winds.

The spectators remained rapt in amazement.  Both Kaley and Michelle were newcomers to celebrity catfighting, each only having had a couple of matches thus far...although both teens were as yet undefeated.  Their greatness as fighters was evident from the very start, and all who saw them battle realized they were witnessing the formative stage of two inevitable legends.  Still, for all of their natural talent and learned combat skills, they were as yet still green rookies, given to clumsy mistakes and over-eager errors.  Watching them move, they were like newborn colts on trembling legs, with none of the poise that comes with experience.  Nevertheless, they were breathtaking to behold.

Panting hard for breath, their nubile bodies glistening with perspiration, the two battlers finally struggle up to their feet.  With animalistic growls they fling themselves at one another, hands tugging at hair, and they stumble around the room as one.  Suddenly, Michelle lets out a shriek as Kaley viciously bites down on her shoulder with her teeth.  The sudden sharp pain breaks the brunette's focus, allowing the blonde to roughly shove her backwards, until Trachtenberg's back presses up against the wall.  A kneelift just below the naval doubles Mish over with a loud gasp.

Now the blonde wraps her right arm around her adversary's neck, pulling her in tight with a headlock as she walks toward the center of the room, the brunette stumbling along in her grasp.  What she intends to do is to bring Trachtenberg down to the floor with a bulldog, which should conceivably stun the victim enough to allow her to be finished off once and for all.  But before Cuoco can execute her move, Michelle acts in desperation...her right hand reaches around and clamps a clawhold over Kaley's groin.  The thin fabric of her bikini panties offer scant protection, and the blonde howls in sudden anguish, releasing her headlock so that she can clutch at her rival's wrist with both hands and try to pry her offending hand away.  She manages to do so, but Michelle is able to wrench her hand free from Kaley's grasp.

As Cuoco's hands now go to rub her aching womanhood, Trachtenberg steps in front of her.  Adrenaline pumping through her body, teeth clenched as she seethes with fury, Michelle unleashes one stinging slap after another, each blow cracking loudly off of the reddening face of her staggered opponent.  Kaley's eyes grow teary as she takes each blow with little more than token resistance.  Finally the chestnut-haired young firebrand stops, leaving her glassy-eyed rival swaying uncertainly on her trembling legs.

Crouching low, Michelle suddenly springs up, jumping into the air and twisting her body, then extending her legs for a dropkick; the balls of her feet smash like twin pistons into Kaley's breasts, causing them to jounce wildly in the cups of her bikini halter as she is sent sailing backward through the air, and then crashing with a heavy thud to the floor.  She lay there groaning, too spent to rise, while Trachtenberg climbs back up to her feet and walks over to her prone opponent.  Placing a foot on the battered blonde's chest, Michelle raises her arms in victory and beams a toothy smile, as the spectators jump to their feet in an ovation.

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Julianne Hough (30 - 5’3” 115lbs) vs Miley Cyrus (25 - 5’5” 110lbs)

Julianne went after Miley looking to hurt the young starlet for what she did to her best friend, Nina Dobrev. She tore into Miley and unleashed everything she could think of, that would cause her young victim pain. From head and body scissors to figure four leg locks and everything in between, mainly using her perfectly toned legs to abuse Cyrus. Miley had no defense against the wild hellcat and could feel her energy being drained by the onslaught of punches and wrestling maneuvers.

Hough was enjoying the moment and punished Miley with another tight body scissors, easing the pressure and then tightening, just like she had done to Nina. Julianne could see that the young singer was starting to wear down and upped the pressure on the girls midsection drawing a pained groan from her and when she felt like the fight was drained from Cyrus, released the body scissors and replaced it as head scissors. She grabbed a handful of Miley’s hair and squeezed her powerful thighs as tight as she could, being rewarded with a pitiful whimper from the trapped girl. Miley’s face was an awful red and her facial features were crunched with pain, she was beginning to black out when Julianne loosened her legs and giving Cyrus a brief reprieve before constricting them again. Hough is again rewarded with a new, even more pitiful whimper from Miley as she uses her freehand to lightly smack at her victims red pained face. “Awww, whats the matter Miley?” Julianne taunting her in a very playful voice. “You should have seen this coming after what you did to Nina.” Cyrus is again on the verge of passing out and Hough again lets up and gives the poor girl a break.

Miley was hoping to be knocked out and put an end to her pain but Julianne was all-in on torturing her, so she figured she had only one thing she could do. Julianne, once again squeezed tight around her head and this time Cyrus quickly slowed her motions, hoping to get a quicker break from her tormentor and it worked. Hough, loosened the hold again as she smiled down at her trapped prey “enjoy it bitch, it’s nighty night time for you”, as soon as she finished her taunt Julianne let out a mortifying scream and her whole body froze in horror. She instinctively loosened her legs further to reveal Miley, with her teeth buried deep into thigh flesh and a crazed look in her eyes. Julianne was paralyzed while Cyrus moved to the next step of her plan, rearing back and delivering a powerful punch to Hough’s womanhood. Julianne’s body flopped wildly with the punch and then spasmed with the the five that followed.

Miley slowly gets to her feet, keeping an eye on her hurt rival all the way up and holding her aching body. Looking down at Hough, who’s trying to get to her hands and knees, Miley steps into a crushing kick to Julianne’s face that sends her flopping on to her back, sprawled out and barely conscious. Cyrus, knowing she has this under control, sits down next to the laid out dancer and takes a moment to rest her still aching body. “I got to tell you blondie, you are tough.” Miley said looking into the dazed eyes of Julianne with weary smile “I thought you had me but you underestimated me just like that little bitch Nina” Cyrus getting back to her feet, grabs two handfuls of blonde hair and brings Hough up with her. “What did you say to me earlier?Nighty night time for you?” Miley not expecting an answer turns Julianne and wraps her arms tight around her throat in a choke hold, Hough is jolted by the sudden move and tugs at the arms that robbing her of breath. Unable to loosen Miley’s arms, Julianne’s tugging becomes weaker and weaker until she falls to her knees, now only feebly slapping at her tormentor’s arms , Cyrus continues to choke the beautiful dancer until her movements completely stop and her arms fall to her side, dangling lifelessly. Miley keeps the choke going do a few more minutes and then roughly throws Hough down. Miley, being vengeful as always, stomped down on the slumbering blonde’s body three times before leaving.

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Hey everyone,

I've been a huge fan of this thread since the 1st page. Regrettably I've never written anything for it however as I have just started producing cat fight films, I had the idea to do some that are inspired by this thread!  I will be filming the first one this weekend.

No, the girls are not celebrities but I think they will do a great job.  I have attached a trailer of one I did with the same two girls a month or so ago. 

I would love to hear everyone's thoughts.

Thank you all and please, keep up the brilliant writing!

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Scarlett Johansson vs Naya Rivera



Her arms were leaden as she struggled to stave off exhaustion.  She managed to raise her right fist and draw it back, and then launching it toward the face of her opponent.  But her whole body seemed to move in slow motion, and the target of her blow managed to sidestep it with ease.

And with one fluid move, Naya spun around, hooked Scarlett's arm with her own as the punch struck naught but empty air, and used the blonde's own momentum to hip toss her, sending Johansson crashing on her back to the penthouse floor.  It was another step in her battle strategy for tonight...to turn her vaunted adversary's own strength and skill against her.  The Latina studied intensely Scarlett's most frequently used moves, and she developed counter moves.  As the match wore on, the blonde went from frustration to vexation as Naya stymied her best efforts to take control.

Now, with Johansson prone on the floor below her, Rivera raised her right leg and began to stomp her foot again and again in the embattled blonde's belly and breasts, pounding the air from her body to further weaken her.  Finally she halted and bent down, grabbing her foe by her damp, matted mane and hauling her up squealing to her feet.  Face to face, Nava smirked as she looked into the glassy eyes of her rival and purred, "Is that the best you've got, coño?"  She then took Scarlett by the shoulders and spun the dazed blonde around to face away from her.  The Puerto Rican then turned around as well until the two beauties were back to back, and she reached her hands up and back, clutching them under Johansson's chin.  Leaning forward, Naya pulled Scarlett's body up in a Hangman maneuver, stretching her painfully over the black-haired battlers shoulder.  To add to her victim's discomfort, Rivera moved her hands away from Johansson's chin, and instead fishhooked her fingers into the corners of her mouth, applying crude mandible clawholds, turning the buxom blonde's moans into wails of anguish.

Holding her hapless opponent over her shoulder as a huntress displays a game trophy, Naya turned to face the elite spectators and sneered.  "This is your goddess?  This is your great white hope?  She is nothing compared to me...NOTHING! From now on, you'll worship me, and me alone!"

After a few more moments of this torture, Scarlett's battered body and overwhelmed mind could take no more, and with a loud, pitiful sign she went limp, signaling that she was driven into semi-consciousness.  Naya flipped her over and threw her to the floor, where the blonde lay senseless.  Rivera planted a foot triumphantly atop the heaving chest of her beaten rival and ran a hand through her long, dark locks, looking at the spectators as she proclaimed, "And the worship can begin now."  The onlookers eagerly complied by jumping to their feet and giving the victorious Latina a rousing ovation.