[Xtra164]

Wonderful write-up, Savant! My dear Kristen just can't catch a break and gets squashed in the end once again 

[Savant]

Fantastic, my friend!  One of my very favorite match-ups, beautifully crafted.  Thank you!   

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Glad you enjoyed it, thanks!

[Lookout!]

It's wonderful to have you back, Nicole...and I'm sure I speak for Michelle as well. 

We're also really glad to have Nicole back too - she is one of our favorite writers on here and that's saying something too, when we have so many talented writers on here with individuals like Xtra164 and of course, Jackflash too - just to mention a few!    But, everybody on here is so insanely talented and we're very lucky to get to see the work of so many creative people keeping this thread going.    We love each story that comes up and kudos to everybody who puts forth the effort to come up with these short, but always sweet, fights between celebrities!

[Jackflash Jump]

Julianne Hough vs Scarlett Johansson



Preparing her strategy for this apartment wrestling match, Scarlett knew one unalterable fact:  do NOT get caught between Julianne's legs.  Hough's dance-sculpted gams were perhaps the most lethal in all of celeb wrestling, and to be ensnared in her scissors would most likely spell doom.

Unfortunately for Johansson, this strategy came to naught in the wake of a superkick to her jaw that dropped her in a daze to the penthouse floor.  From that point on, Julianne had her way with her opponent, punishing her first with a bodyscissors that felt, to Scarlett, that she was being cut in half by a pair of giant shears; next came the headscissors, the steely vise-like thighs of Hough squeezing her hapless rival until Johansson's face turned purple from the unrelenting pressure; following that, she trapped Scarlett's arms behind her with a Lotus Lock, her merciless legs flexing and drawing forth wails on anguish from the embattled blonde.  Any one of these holds quite likely could have won the match for Hough, had she so desired.  But rather, she was enjoying the opportunity to so completely dominate the vaunted Johansson, to break her down physically and mentally, and establish beyond a shadow of a doubt just who the superior blonde battler is.

Eager to now taunt her foe as well as punish her, Julianne sits on the floor opposite Scarlett, who sits upright but sways in stunned bewilderment.  She snakes her legs around Johansson's already aching waist and gives enough of a squeeze for the pain to shock the victim from her stupor.  Groaning in anguish, Scarlett's hands press and tug at her oppressor's limbs, trying to pry them loose.  With a sneering smile, Hough then starts to slap at her adversary's breasts.  "I heard you like to use those knockers to finish off other girls," she sneers.  "Too bad for you that won't be happening tonight."  Grabbing Scarlett's bikini top, Julianne yanks it, causing her foe's bosom to spill out.  Hough then pinches and twists her nipples, drawing ear-piercing shrieks from Johansson, who battles back tears.  If any of Scarlett's partisans in the crowd of spectators had it in their power, they would spare her any more of this humiliating destruction by throwing in the towel on her behalf.  None held hope that she could turn the match around at this point, no matter how magnificent a fighter she had proven to be countless times past.

Julianne leaned in close to her opponent, leering in triumph as she hissed, "I own your ass, bitch...and I own these cow udders of yours, too!"

An instant later, Johansson swung both of her arms up, the heels of her palms slamming into Hough's ears with all of the force she could muster.  Everyone in the room had underestimated Scarlett's endurance, and Hough was now about to pay the price for that mistake.  She flopped onto her back with a yowl of anguish, hands covering her throbbing ears as her legs snapped open, freeing her adversary.  Scarlett wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball on the floor and burst into tears, but instead she forced herself to slowly, agonizingly, first get to her hands and knees, and then to push herself upright onto unsteady legs.  Still stunned by the ear ringer, Julianne also staggers back up to her feet, fury in her eyes as she reaches for Johansson, intent of putting her through a hell like no other for this affront.

But even as her rival's hands reach for her hair, Scarlett whirls around to turn her back to Julianne, and her own hands reach up and back to grab Hough's own sun-kissed mane.  Pulling the startled blonde up against her back, chin pressed against Johansson's shoulder, Scarlett suddenly drops to her butt, executing a Stunner that violently snaps Hough's head back.  With a loud grunt, Julianne collapses in a heap to the carpet, glazed eyes struggling to focus.  With her own last fading dregs of strength, Scarlett shoves Julianne onto her back, then climbs atop her.  While her hands pin down Hough's arms to the floor, her feet press against her opponent's inner legs, grapevining them wide.  Johansson then drops her torso down, her size 36 breasts, enveloping the face of Hough.  The sweat soaking the skin of both beauties helps form an airtight seal, cutting off virtually all oxygen to Julianne, whose muffled cries betray her panic.  Hough squirms desperately beneath her resurgent adversary, but to no avail.

Although she managed to hold out longer than most would have expected, inevitably Julianne's body goes limp and ceases to move, signaling that she has succumbed to unconsciousness.  Utterly spent herself, it's all that Scarlett can do to just roll off of her beaten foe.  They both lay there side by side, chests heaving as each gulps in precious air.  But the hard-won, seeming impossible to achieve victory was Scarlett's alone.

[Jackflash Jump]

THE FINAL MINUTE OF MAYHEM

Join us for the last sixty seconds of tumultuous battles between brawling beauties!



Fight fire with fire, the old maxim goes.  But in the case of Alyson Stoner, the best way to beat Miley Cyrus is dousing that fire with water.

In battle, Miley is pure fury, all frenzied rage.  She overwhelms opponents with a brawling style that's pure chaos, impossible to predict or plan against.  Alyson, on the other hand, is known to be focused and poised in her fights, sticking with her strategy no matter what.  Both beauties have a habit of winning more matches than they lose.

It was a fervent topic of speculation leading up to the match as to which style would prevail.  And in truth, throughout much of the fight Miley was in clear command, mauling her adversary ruthlessly.  Nevertheless, Alyson withstood the onslaught, and when Cyrus had finally exhausted herself, Stoner made her move.

Having snared Miley in a cobra clutch, Alyson tightened the pressure.  Cyrus gasped and gurgled, squirming in her adversary's grasp as panic raced across her face.  Her struggles dwindled...until finally they ceased, signaling that she was unconscious.





"NOOOOOOOOOO!  NEVER!!!"

So rasped Selena in response to Dakota's demand that she submit.  But the blonde wasn't perturbed by her opponent's refusal; rather, she gave a crooked smile, happy that she would get to inflict more punishment on her.

Fanning sat back further on Gomez's back, yanking the Latina's legs back with her, drawing more howls of agonized protest from her victim.  Selena's hands tugged at her own hair, trying to counter the pain searing her spine, but to little avail.  Tears welled in her eyes, but still she refused to give up.

Looking to prompt her adversary to reevaluate her stubborness, Dakota continues to pull her legs back, but also takes advantage of the fact that Gomez's foot is so tantalizingly close.  Without warning, Fanning bites her teeth down on her rival's toes.  '"YOUFUCKINGBITCHSTOPIT!!!" blurts out as a single exclamation from the embattled brunette.  Followed moments later by "¡NO LO SOPORTO MÁS!  STOP!  I QUIT!  LET ME GO!"





Sitting on Max's back, Penny pulled the brunette's arms up over her bent knees.  But rather than cup her hands under her victim's chin in order to yank her head back for a camel clutch, the blonde impishly slips her index fingers into the corners of the New Yorker's mouth, stretching her mouth wide in a cruel rictus.  "Smile pretty for the nice people" the California doll says as Max groans in discomfort.

It had been, us always, a brutal brawl between the two arch-nemeses.  But for the past few minutes its been Penny in command, and she's making the most of her dominance.  She pulls her finger's from her foe's mouth, but she isn't being kind; instead, the blonde sticks two fingers into Max's nostrils and pulls her head up that way, causing the East Coast beauty to howl in pain and frustration.

Penny's inclination is to continue to abuse her rival this way, but she knows from bitter experience that Max has an aggrivating talent for turning the tide her way, and not wanting to give her opponent the chance, the blonde now uses her hands to pinch shut the New Yorker's nose and cover her mouth, smothering her.

Max squirms frantically beneath her oppressor, but is unable to break free.  Then, her movements rapidly grow sluggish until they cease altogether and her eyes shut.  For all intents and purposes, she appears unconscious,

But Penny isn't about to be fooled...she's fought this bitch too many times to fall for her tricks.  "Nice try, buttecup...but I know you've got a big ol' pair of lungs."  Max's fury-filled eyes snap open and she again thrashes, incensed that her attempt at playing possum failed.  But now she knows she's in real trouble, as the last of air she had managed to suck in fades away.  And now as her eyelids flutter shut, it becomes clear that this time she is indeed knocked out, and defeated.

[Jackflash Jump]

MORE OF THE FINAL MINUTE OF MAYHEM!



The spectacle would be almost comical, if it weren't so gravely serious...at least for Emma.  Reeling from a barrage of slaps by Kristen, the British lass was too stupefied as her nemesis picked up Watson's previously stripped bikini bottoms, and from behind she pull the garment down over Emma's head, tying it off with a tight knot.  Now blindfolded by her own togs, the nude Watson whines as her fingers fruitlessly tug at the fabric, desperately trying to regain her addled wits as well as remove the improvised hood.  The equally naked Stewart can't hold back her peels of laughter at the pathetic sight of her rival; Watson angrily throws a few wild punches toward the sound of her tormentor's jeers, but misses.

But Kristen doesn't miss with a punch to her opponent's belly that sinks deep, Emma's body folding around the fist as she gives a great whoosh of air from the oxygen hammered out of her lungs.  Doubled over and gasping sorely for breath, Watson is able to offer no resistance as her hated for tucks her head between the American's thighs, and Stewart wraps her arms around her adversary's waist.  With a grunt, Kristen hoists Emma upside down, holding her vertically for several long moments, as the panicked Brit whimpers, "No...please...don't!"  Finally the Yank drops to her read end to deliver a senses-shattered piledriver.  The English beauty is unconscious before her limp body can flop to the carpeted floor.



The spectators were awe-struck as they watched Holmes apply her intricate submission hold, the Katie Clutch.  With the dazed Tyra flat on her face, her opponent stood astraddle over her hips; crouching down, Holmes grabbed her adversary's ankles and bent her legs back at the knees, tucking Tyra's feet under her arms for what appeared to be a reverse Boston Crab.  The long legs of Banks now secured, Katie reaches forward and grabs her foe's long, luxurious hair, painfully yanking her head back.  The searing pain to her scalp and spine snap Tyra from her stupor, but for no avail, as she finds herself utterly trapped in the agonizing hold.  Her pride keeps her from submitting for nearly ten full seconds, but even after she does shriek out her surrender, Holmes declines to release her, instead rocking front and back to increase the pressure on her victim's tortured spine, all the while the brunette wearing a smug smirk.  Tears run down Tyra's face, streaking her makeup as she begs and pleads for release.  Finally, bored with her toy, Katie rises up and struts away, not even bothering to accept the congratulations of the assembled spectators.  Somehow, for all of her arrogance and aloofness, she fascinates them all even more.



Penny staggers backward from the force of Max's roundhouse punch to her jaw, the blonde's eyes glassy as she struggles to regain her wits.  Finding herself at the wall she leans against it.  Meanwhile, the brunette has gone to the far side of the penthouse room.  There, she sizes up the woman opposite her (like her now clad only in a black thong), pads at the floor like a bull about to charge, and then does that very thing; the New Yorker races across the room, and just as she approaches her target, her feet lift up off of the floor and she delivers a body splash with such impact that the sound of wet flesh slamming together reverberates throughout the room, matches by Penny's loud wail of pain.

Max steps back and aside, smirking as the punchdrunk blonde stumbles forward a dozen or so paces, moving mostly on instinct with no clear conception of where she's going or why.  She then halts, sways a bit, and with a groan falls with a thud on her butt.  The brunette struts over to her and cups her breasts with her hands, lifting them up as she taunts her opponent.  "You're no match for these wrecking balls, cupcake!"  With her foot she contemptuously shoves the battered California doll flat on her back.  The dark tressed beauty then showers further scorn on her arch-nemesis by pressing the sole of her foot to Penny's windpipe, choking her.  The blonde's feet kick furiously at the floor and her hands clutch at the foot that strangles her, but to no avail.  Basking in her impending triumph, Max runs her hands through her hair and then flexes her arms in a victory pose, as Penny's movements grow sluggish, until at last the L.A. girl is left semi-conscious and in defeat.

[jdo90]

Olivia Holt and Kelli Berglund vs Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdale






Ashley and Vanessa watched the interview a second time, just to make sure they didn't misshear anything. "Honestly, the previous generation of Disney stars were horrible. Like, take Ashley Tisdale for instance. She is prancing around, posing halfnaked on the cover of Maxim magazine. We get it Ashley, you own a bikini. I just can't believe how some people can be so shameless." Olivia shakes her head in disapproval, "I just can't even."

"What about you, Miss Berglund? Any thoughts on the state of Disney actresses now compared to previous generations?" The interviewer turns the camera toward Kelli. "Well..." The brunette hesitates, "I believe that we are portraying a more... wholesome image."

"Any examples come to mind?" The interviewer eggs on, hoping for some juicy drama. "No one is perfect, but I think Vanessa Hudgens could have, perhaps, set a better example for young women. Starring in that Spring Breakers movie didn't really help empower the women's movement."

"Any parting words?" The interviewer zooms out, capturing both women. "I'm just glad that "stars" like Ashley are a thing of the past. Neither Ashley nor Vanessa deserve to be mentioned to the media again. Their time is over and our time is now." Olivia smirks as Kelli shifts nervously.

Flash forward 2 weeks later and the team of "Vashley" make a return, after a long hiatus, to the catfighting circuit. Their first match is, of course, against "Kelivia". The return of Vashley draws a sold out crowd to the Los Angeles stadium.

As soon as Olivia looks into Ashley's eyes all of her smugness dissipates and the frightened diva makes a beeline for the exit . "Oh no you don't! You're all mine." Ashley snarls, sprinting after the fleeing 20-year-old, latching onto Olivia's hair and ripping her back to the mat. "Looks like its just me and you, Kels," Vanessa grins before drilling Berglund with a knee to the sternum, doubling the brunette over. The only question on everyone's mind: How long until Olivia and Kelli are stripped naked and begging for mercy?

The answer: 2 minutes. Olivia's face, once flawless and blemish-free, currently resembles a road map from the trails of mascara streaking across her face. Olivia pathetically sobs into the mat, her young, firm body writhing in agony.  Vanessa has placed Kelli in a single leg Boston Crab, her left arm wrenching back on Berglunds leg, her free hand alternating between spanking the 23-year-old and fingering her exposed cxnt. Unable to take the pain, nor the stimulation, anymore Kelli releases in ecstacy before passing out. Vanessa stands up, kicks Kelli over, and proceeds to funger-fuck the comatose Disney starlet into several more mat-drenching orgasms.

Olivia scoots bacwards, her palms and feet awkwardly propelling her away from an advancing Ashley. Olivia whimpers as her bare back hits the turnbuckle. "End of the line, sweetie," Ashley grins. All of Holt's pleas for mercy are ignored as Ashley peels off her panties, revealing her smooth, bare cxnt, "If I'm a whore I may as well act like it," Ashley winks; leaping up, spreading her legs, and shoving her vagina against Holt's trembling lips. "Now, eat or I will make sure that you will walk bowlegged for a month," Tisdale purrs as Olivia's tongue coercively plunges between her folds and laps up her juices.

After several minutes of erotic face-fucking, Ashley releases, smearing Olivia's face with her sticky, translucent fluids. Ashley teeters on post-coital legs and slides her panties back on, "Not bad, we'll make a slut out of you yet," Tisdale ruffles Holt's hair playfully. "Oh, by the way, you're time is up," Ashley rips Olivia to her feet and punts the Disney diva, her foot smacking against Holt's exposed vagina with a fleshy CLAP!

As Olivia doubles over, Tisdale delivers a devastating implant DDT, bouncing her rival's skull off the mat. Vashley leave Kelivia in the ring. Kelli lay on her back, spread-eagled and unconscious. Olivia remains in the same position the DDT left in. Her face is pressed against the sweat-soaked canvas and her bare ass juts toward the rafters. Cameras flash like strobe lights and soon the images of Kelli and Olivia laying naked inside the ring, with shreds of ripped and tattered clothing littering the canvas like confetti, becomes an overnight viral internet sensation.

[Xtra164]

^Spectacular stuff, jdo90! One of my favorite pieces I've read on here lately and you got the match up/result spot on! Complete domination by the older Disney generation

[jdo90]

Olivia Holt and Peyton List vs Bella Thorne

Anytime Olivia Holt and Peyton List were together, practical jokes and cruel pranks were sure to ensue and Bella Thorne would soon learn that no one, not even friends, were safe from Holt's trickery. The 3 young ladies were enjoying a fun-filled night on Thorne's private yacht, drinking fruity Cosmos and snapping flirty selfies, when Olivia asked to take a pic with Bella and Peyton. Peyton and Olivia shared a quick glance before Olivia took the first picture.


"That was cute, but we can do better. Alright ladies, this one's for the gram!" Holt grins, and as she snaps a second pictue, Olivia and Peyton yank down the top of Bella's dress, flashing her tits. "You fucking bitches!" Bella shrieks, the fabric of her dress torn, "You better NOT send that to anyone!"

"Calm down, it's just a joke. I promise to not send it to anyone." Olivia giggles, typing away on her touchscreen. Suddenly Bella hears her iPhone ring. She unlocks the screen and reads the notification, "Olivia Holt tagged you" Thorne gasps in shock as she stares at the photo. There, for all of Instagram to see, was Olivia and Peyton, beaming ear-to-ear, yanking down the top of Bella's dress, her pale tits completely exposed. Bella drops her phone, seeing red.

"That's not cool. You didn't tell me you were going to actually post... Crack! Peyton collapses onto the wooden floor of the yacht, courtesy of a right hook from Bella. Her face burning red, the fiery redhead set her sights on Olivia. Holt looks down at an unconscious Peyton back up to an advancing Bella. "Bella, calm down, it was just a joke. I'll dele.... Wham!" Bella knocks Holt's phone out of her hand and onto the hardwood floor, where the glass screen cracks on impact and slips off the edge of the yacht, splashing into the ocean.

Olivia backpedals, waving her hands in mercy. Bella easily grips the collar of Holt's black dress and yanks her forward. The pale redhead drills her knee into Olivia's sternum, doubling the blonde over, and scoops her "friend" onto her shoulders before brutally slamming Olivia onto the hardwood floor with a devastating powerbomb.

Bella hears Peyton begin to stir and quickly fixes the blonde's state of consciousness with a well-placed punt to the temple. Not wasting any time, the leggy redhead strips off Peyton's black top and matching pants before whipping off the slumbering blonde's black bra. Bella tosses the discarded top and pants to the waters below. Kicking List onto her stomach, Thorne hogties her with her own bra.

"Now, what to do with the brains of the operation," Bella spits down at Olivia. Bella's lips suddenly curl in a grin. Soon the hardwood floor of Bella's yacht is strewn eith strips of Olivia's tattered dress. Once Olivia is rendered completely nude, Bella props Holt on her knees, and asks the man sailing the yacht to lend a hand. As instructed the gruffy Captain holds Olivia upright while Bella lhikes up gee dress, revealing her pale, toned, thong-clad ass. The Captain releases Olivia and, as she collapses forward, Thorne backs up, forcing Holt's face to rest against her bare ass cheek.

The captain grabs Bella's phone and snaps picture after picture. Bella eventually poses so Holt is pressing her face into Thorne's panty-clad crotch. For every picture, Bella switches up her exression from menacing, to happy, to shocked. Olivia's expression, however, remains the same throughout the impromotu photo session. Her eyes closed, her mouth agape. The only change for Olivia is, of course the placement of her lips.

Once Thorne is satisfied she hotties Olivia with her discarded bra and shoves the conquered blonde's panties in between her parted lips. Hauling the beaten blonde's trusses up bodies into a life boat, Bella orders the captain to drop the small raft into the ocean, allowing the current to wash the two skanks onto the crowded, Los Angeles shoreline.

[Maizenblue]

Back to back great stories. Love seeing the younger Disney generation get destroyed. Would love to read a full story of these.

[jdo90]

Maizenblue, thank you gor the kind words and a full story is the plan. Im going to expand on these shorter stories in a full length story.

[jtmatt]

I’ve been a big fan of this thread since it first started, I have enjoyed every story and check back regularly hoping for a new one. I’ve never considered myself much of a writer but with some much potential content flowing through my head I decided to give it a try. Now, I have even more respect for all you writers, it is not easy turning thoughts into a coherent story! That said, I hope guys enjoy this and feel free to offer up tips/advice.


Jessica Alba vs Margot Robbie


The fight began after Jessica felt like Margot was getting too friendly with her husband, Cash, at a mutual friend’s party. Alba went after her rival with confidence, wanting to show the younger actress and everyone left at the party she could still fight. Unfortunately for her, Robbie was quicker, stronger and more skilled than her and quickly took control of the fight, looking to make a statement as well.

Seemingly able to land a punch anywhere she wanted at any time, Margot pummeled Alba around the room with punch after punch to Jessica’s face and belly. After a few minutes of one the sided beating, Margot connected with a vicious knee to Jessica’s perfect abs that doubled her over, and eventually dropping her to the ground. Out of breath and beaten, Jessica lays on the floor desperately trying to catch her breath.

Alba was just getting to her hands and knees when she was hauled to her wobbly legs by her hair. Robbie, hands in Jessica’s hair, throws her against the nearest wall, head first with a sickening thud. Barely conscious, Jessica manages to roll over to her back, and with a soft moan raises her hands, pleading for mercy. Margot, with a sly grin on her face, kneels down next to the beaten form of Alba. “I’m going to knock you out and then do things to your husband he’ll never forget” she whispers softly as she straddles her, trapping Jessica’s arms at her side. “nighty night” Margot says as she covers Alba’s mouth and nose with her hands. Jessica’s wide eyes look up at her tormentor humiliated and defeated. Her weak squirms only lasting a few brief moments before she is rendered unconscious. Margot stands up, looks down at her handy work and walks out with Cash.

[Jackflash Jump]

Terrific work!  I'd love to see more form you, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. 

I’ve been a big fan of this thread since it first started, I have enjoyed every story and check back regularly hoping for a new one. I’ve never considered myself much of a writer but with some much potential content flowing through my head I decided to give it a try. Now, I have even more respect for all you writers, it is not easy turning thoughts into a coherent story! That said, I hope guys enjoy this and feel free to offer up tips/advice.


Jessica Alba vs Margot Robbie

[jtmatt]

Thank you sir! I have admired your work for years!

Terrific work!  I'd love to see more form you, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. 

I’ve been a big fan of this thread since it first started, I have enjoyed every story and check back regularly hoping for a new one. I’ve never considered myself much of a writer but with some much potential content flowing through my head I decided to give it a try. Now, I have even more respect for all you writers, it is not easy turning thoughts into a coherent story! That said, I hope guys enjoy this and feel free to offer up tips/advice.


Jessica Alba vs Margot Robbie

[jtmatt]

Great work Nicole! I’d like to see Sarah on the wrong end of some more fights!