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Santana & Brittany vs Penny & Max

(Naya Rivera, Heather Morris, Kaley Cuoco, Kat Dennings)




Ordinarily, the small audience for apartment wrestling matches is comprised of the area's elite.  That's no different on this night, but one...or, to be specific, two...notable differences.

Santana and Brittany settled down on the large leather sofa and happily sipped from proffered champagne glasses.  Clad in bikinis, they smile and giggle at the spectacle unfolding before them.  Generally, combatants are not invited to witness matches, but a sudden change in plans altered the guest list for this evening.  This had been scheduled to be a two-on-two match, a style of combat which the two young Ohio beauties had proven themselves unbeatable at.  Someone had had the idea of pitting them against Penny and Max, two of the most popular solo fighters.  That Penny and Max hate and despise one another down to their very last molecules wasn't seen as a impediment...not after the two beauties were told the size of the prize money which the winning team would split.

There was an electric buzz throughout the room as the two arch-rivals entered the mansion's spacious living room (from separate bedrooms, notably).  If Brittany and Santana were the least bit worried about facing these two, they betrayed none of it.  And as circumstance swiftly demonstrated, they were right not to fret in the least.

Just being in such close proximity to one another seemed to trigger some savage instinct within both Max and Penny, and within seconds, they had utterly forgotten that they were here tonight to team up, and instead they tore into each other!  Their opponents sat down to enjoy the unscheduled show...and a ferocious pageant it was!  As usual with these two, nothing was held back, and for nearly twenty minutes they flung, slammed, punched, slapped, kicked, stomped, twisted and yanked one another around the room.  As was also par for the course, Max and Penny are so equally matched, neither could hold the advantage for long, and they warred in a perpetual stalemate.

Now, the two wildcats stood facing one another, trading thudding forearm smashes again and again to each other's chest, showers of perspiration erupting from their lush bodies with every blow, their legs trembling as they struggled against exhaustion and collapse.  It was at this point that Santana said to Brittany, "Such a pity, watching partners have a spat like this."  Beaming a smile, blonde Brittany replies, "I know...let's help them kiss and make up!"  Standing up, the duo strut over to the combatants, who are oblivious to their presence; Brittany grabs Max by her damp dark presses, and Santana entwines her fingers in Penny's matted flaxen mane.  Pulling their victim's heads back, the Ohioans then slam Penny and Max's foreheads together, leaving them glassy-eyed and rubber-legged.  The pair stumbled around almost comically, too stunned to fathom what had happened.  Brittany and Santana went into crouches, waiting for the precise moment to strike.  And as their opponents groggily turned toward them, the dastardly duo sprang up, delivering superkicks, with the balls of their feet striking with pinpoint precision to the chins of Max and Penny, who both fell like ceders to the floor.  They lay there spread-eagled and barely conscious.

Santana and Brittany each placed a foot upon the heaving chest of the fallen beauties to signify their victory, neither triumphant battler having shed so much as a drop of sweat in winning this most unusual match.

[jtmatt]

Bella Hadid (22 - 5’9” 126lbs) vs Selena Gomez ( 26 - 5’5” 119lbs)

Selena Gomez only dated The Weekend for a short amount of time and really, she only did it to make her ex, Justin Bieber jealous but that didn’t stop Bella resenting her for it. So, when she got the opportunity to confront Selena, she did, despite the fact that she was now back with The Weekend. The older singer wanted nothing to do with a fight with the taller model but there was no getting away, and when her friends tried to come to her rescue, Hadid’s sister and friends kept them from intervening.

Selena saw no other option but to fight and lunged at Bella when she looked away briefly. Gomez pushed her rival against a wall and landed a solid right to the taller girl’s face, followed by left and then another right that sent the model falling to the right, dazed and surprised. Selena was dressed for a night out, so kicking was not an option in her tight dress but she needed to keep the attack going, so she grabbed Hadid by the shoulders and threw her back against the wall and landed another left to the model’s face. Gomez’s confidence was building, she smiled as she delivered two punches to Bella’s belly that caused her to bend over gasping for air. Hadid was getting pounded on by the much smaller Selena and needed some relief but the singer was all over her. Gomez again pushed Bella against the wall and threw another punch at the battered girl’s face, only this time Bella managed to dodge it and Selena ended up punching the wall. The sexy singer yelped in pain as she bounced around, holding her aching hand, she was also giving her rival the time she needed to regain her senses. When Selena returned her attention on Bella, she was ready and waiting, she pushed off the wall and blasted the smaller girl with a vicious punch. Selena was not expecting the punch as her head whipped almost 180 degrees, Bella then threw her up against the wall and began her assault.

Hadid pounded on Selena mercilessly, raining punches on her face and body, Gomez unable to stop much began to wilt. Her legs failing, Selena started to slide down the wall, no longer able to hold herself up but Bella, with an evil smile across her face wasn’t done. She pulled Selena back up by her shoulders and leaned her against the wall, using one hand to hold her in place, she used the other to pound on Selena’s belly. The singer’s body folded around each punch as she let out a pained gasp, the group of onlookers cringed with each blow, knowing each one hurting more than the one before . After about a dozen shots to her rival’s midsection, Hadid let her slide back down the wall, beaten, hair over her face and softly sobbing.

Bella, ready to add some humiliation to the beating she just put on Selena, grabbed a hold of the singer’s dress and ripped it clean off her body. Gomez and her beautiful tanned body was left with nothing but a pair of lacy black panties on, was terrified at the thought of being stripped, did her best to cover herself up but Hadid wasn’t quite done with her. Bella ripped the panties off of the shrieking Selena, who did her best hold them on but to no avail. The tall model, delivered a earth shattering smack across Selena’s face and then hauled her up to her feet by her hair. Hadid displayed the beaten singer to all who was watching and then locked in a rear naked choke, Selena frantically clawed at Bella’s arms and did everything she could to break free but the hold quickly took affect and gorgeous Selena’s movements slowed and then stopped. She was out. Hadid held Gomez in the hold a moment or two more and then let her drop to the floor naked and beaten, in front of the whole party.

[Savant]

Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin - Wrestling Match

Ariel’s eyes arched in pain and her cheeks puffed out before she expelled a gush of air as Abigail’s rock hard fist plowed into her belly. Abigail smiled. She grabbed a handful of Ariel’s sweaty hair and pushed her further into the corner of the ring, before firing another punch into Ariel’s stomach.

“Ooooofffff…” Ariel exhaled.

What a turnaround from their last match when a dominant Ariel had choked Abigail into oblivion. Abigail had come into this match with a plan: target Ariel’s soft belly and she was executing that plan ruthlesslessly.

Grabbing the ring ropes around Ariel’s hips, Abigail switched from punching to plowing her shoulder into the pit of the brunette’s tummy.

“Oooooooooofffff….” Ariel exhaled again before folding over Abigail’s back.

The constant gut shots had taken a toll on her and she was just barely on her feet at this point. Desperately she tried to push Abigail away from her but the blonde proceeded to ram another shoulder blow into her bellybutton.

“Oh!’ Ariel squeaked.

“What’s the matter, Ariel? Not so tough now, huh?” Abigail taunted her before driving yet another shoulder block into Ariel’s core. This time she leaned further into the blow after the initial thrust. Moving forward she powered her shoulder up and in Ariel’s belly, lifting the brunette off her feet.

An exhausted Ariel once again flopped over Abigail’s back. She shut her eyes in pain as the blonde pounded her.

Finally Abigail relented a little and pulled back before switching tactics. Ariel would surely have spilled over face first onto the mat but Abigail quickly wrapped her up, keeping her on her unsteady legs. Abigail got behind Ariel, wrapping her arms around Ariel’s hips. Abigail locked her hands together and then started squeezing Ariel. Her joined hands pulling up into Ariel’s solar plexus.

“Huh…huh…huh…oooofff….” Ariel exhaled in uetter agaony.

Instead of the short, shrap pain of a punch or a shoulder block, this was a grinding hold that slowly sapped the strength out of a wrestler.

A content Abigail pressed one cheek against Ariel’s clammy, sweaty back and enjoyed the pained sounds coming out of her long-time rival.

“oh man….that must hurt Ariel…does it hurt, huh?” Abigail laughed.

Abigail let Ariel drop to her knees but followed her down, constantly keeping her locked hands pulling into Ariel’s solar plexus. This was such delicious revenge after the beating she had suffered at the hands of Ariel last match.

“Do you give Nik? Ready to give yet” Abigail sked her, although she hoped that Ariel would hold out longer so she could torture her some more.

A delirious Ariel pounded her fists against the mat in protest. She grinded her teeth together to prevent herself from giving up. ‘I can still get out of this…I’ve been in worse spots” Ariel thought to herself. She remembered how good it felt to wrap that garrote around Abigail’s throat last match. ‘She must be getting tired. I just need to hold out until she slips up and makes a mistake” she thought, deluding herself.

Then Abigail started pulsing her hands in the reverse bear hug, effectively deploying a kind of Heimlich maneuver. Only Ariel wasn’t choking. The bear hug only squeezed more and more air out of the brunette.

Ariel started seeing spots. She tried crawling out of the corner but Abigail remained plastered on her, never releasing the bear hug.

After advancing a few inches, Ariel collapsed entirely. Abigail was delighted as she felt the last fight draining out of her rival. She ground her forehead in between Ariel’s shoulder blades, further annoying her as the bear hug finished off its draining work.

“You’re done, bitch.. Done. I own you. You can’t get away. Admit it. I beat you. Now just give up,” Abigail commanded.

Finally the stubborn Ariel whispered: “I…give…I give…”

“What? What’s that Ariel? I didn’t hear you,” Abigail replied.

The brunette held out for another minute or two but the crushing pressure was too much for her and was driving her mad. She grabbed her own hair and started rocking her head up and down in desperation.

“I give. I give up. You win,” Ariel conceded.

“Ha! Did you hear that guys? Get it on tape’ Abigail commanded to the ringside camera crew taping the match.

A sound operator dutifully complied and brought a microphone up to Ariel’ s lips.

“Say it again, Ariel. I order you to say it again. Say you give up. Or I’ll squeeze you like a tube of tooth paste,” Abigail commanded.

“I give up…I give…I give…give…give…” a defeated Ariel repeated over and over.

A triumphant Abigail laughed out loud. But she didn’t release the hold. She was in no hurry to do so. In fact she brought herself and Ariel up to a sitting position to better display her trapped prey.

Ariel could do nothing but hope and pray that the blonde would eventually show mercy on her.

“Get the ropes!” a cocky Abigail barked to her corner. “I’m going to tie her up! She’s totally out of it. She can’t stop me. There’s so many things I want to do to her while she’s tired and limp like this!”

 

[goro]

Tiny little Ariana Grande had defied the odds and put on a clinic in front of several thousand spectators as she thoroughly thrashed the heavy favorite Emma Watson, reducing her to a sobbing mess after a few short minutes. She left Emma crying on her back in the middle of the ring as she pranced around the ring edges while miming faux concern for her foe.

The crowd doesn't like seeing their favorite being humiliated like this and proceeds to boo Ariana's antics, but the booing ends when the petite singer seductively saunters over to her outmatched foe and sits down on her heaving chest.

"Bedtime for you." Ariana says with a cute laugh as she slowly crawls up the Brit's body and fluffs out her school-girl skirt and pushes her onto Emma's mouth and nose, smothering her rival's breathing passages while gratifying herself at the same time.

"OH fuck" the petite songstress groans as she pleasures herself on Watson's protesting face. "Mmm, YEAH! Just like that! NnnnGGgghHH!" Ariana groaned as she lost control of her body and bathed the Brit's face in her copious and viscous fluids. Emma smacked her lips in a desperate attempt to breathe but was unable to take in a breath through Ariana's cute little ass grinding up and down her helpless face.

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Penny vs Max: Contest of Champions



Not that the ongoing feud between West Coaster Penny and East Coaster Max needed any spicing up, but an idea was had about having them compete in several contests prior to their latest match to add new levels of excitement to their feud.  Given the towering competitiveness of both, as well as the depth of animosity between them, each beauty readily agreed, anxious to one-up her rival.

FIRST CONTEST / HAIRPULLING: Both battlers, bent over at the waists, grunted and squealed as their hands held firm to the long manes of the other.  Several feet behind either of them on the floor were strips of tape, and the objective was simple...the first to pull both feet of her rival across the 'end zone' line wins.  Both had managed to yank her nemesis across by one foot, but not both, and so this unusual tug-of-war continued in stalemate for long minutes.  Suddenly Max gave a ferocious roar and tugged at the blonde's hair with all of her might, slowly pulling the resisting Californian back across the floor.  First went Penny's right foot over the line...and then after several long moments, her left was pulled over, making the brunette the winner of this first contest.  Both girls massaged their aching scalps, long hairs from both littering the carpeted floor, but Max wore a triumphant smirk, which Penny scowled in unhappiness.

SECOND CONTEST / INDIAN LEG WRESTLING: After a ten minute rest period, both girls were instructed to lie on the floor side by side, but facing opposite directions.  Each then raised her right leg, hooking it against the other, and when the signal was given they struggled to force the other's limb down for a "pin".  Back and forth went their stems, sweat glistening across the bodies of the combatants as they grunted.  Finally, gradually, Penny began to force Max's leg back, until with a proudly exclaimed "HAH!", she pinned the limb back and the ombudsman counted out "One...two...and three!"  It was one win apiece for the arch-rivals now.

THIRD CONTEST / TEST OF STRENGTH: For the third and final contest, the two bikini-clad beauties raised their arms and clasped their hands together.  Then, their bare feet digging into the plush carpeting for traction, their lush bodies trembling from the effort, both threw everything they had into the clash.  There were no lines to cross here, no pinfalls to be had; the contest was the most primal...to drive your enemy to her knees before you, and establish your dominance.  Control of the struggle swayed back and forth between them; first Max's knees began to slowly sink and she whined with panic.  But with an animalistic growl she slowly rose up, and not long after it was the whimpering Penny's turn to be gradually driven down.  Yet, the blonde also made a supreme effort, and managed to rise back up to her full height.  And so the contest continued, their arms quivering, their bodies soaked with sweat, their lungs panting for breath, until finally they reached the ten minute time limit.  This contest was a draw.

MATCH:  While the spirits were willing, the flesh was weakened, as both battlers went into this brawl already nearing the point of exhaustion due to the contests.  As a result they grew frustrated and angry as they bodies moved sluggishly and their blows lacked their usual power.  Penny and Max remained stalemated for long minutes, as ever both were so perfectly matched that neither could dominate the other for long.

However, it finally looked as if the brunette was gaining the upperhand, as first she doubled the West Coaster over with a fist that sank deep into the blonde's belly, and then drove her knee up into Penny's face, snapping her back upright and glassy-eyed.  Max smirked, and decided to finish off her rival with a torture rack, making the blonde scream out her surrender.  The New Yorker dipped her knees and pulled her dazed opponent over her shoulders, but as she stood up, she found her fast-fading strength struggling to keep her standing.  Meanwhile, Penny snapped out of her stupor enough to realize her predicament, and she began to squirm in her hated adversary's grasp, further throwing Max off-balance and preventing her from applying the torture rack.  The, the blonde manages to pull free and slid down the brunette's back, where she landed on the floor with cat-like agility.  Max spun around, but was met with Penny wrapping her hands behind her foe's head and jumping up; pressing her knees against the East Coast battler's breasts, Penny let gravity bring them both down to the floor, where upon impact all of the force of the landing went like a wrecking ball into Max's chest, the force of the reverse lungblower sending her sailing backward.  Landing in a stunned and moaning heap on the carpeting, the brunette lay there helplessly as her nemesis crawled over to her.  Giving a raspy giggle, Penny pinned her opponent's body down with her own, grapevining Max's legs wide with her feet while the LA blonde pressed her own breasts down over the brunette's face.  The sweat of both beauties mingled to form an airtight seal, and after long moments of desperate thrashing beneath her oppressor, Max ceased moving altogether as she tumbled into unconsciousness.

[alpres1901]

Ellen Page VS Kaitlyn Dever

THE HAT

Ellen had had a horrible day on set of her new movie, with the director questioning if she should even call her self an actress and singing the praises of her co-star Kaitlyn. She storms of set only to find Kaitlyn sitting in her chair near the fire escape playing with a M.A.G.A hat. Ellen being a Hollywood liberal is sees red and dives at her rival. Ellen grabs Kaitlyn by the hair and drags her out into the alley both girls spend the next five minutes rolling around on the dirty floor, with the upper hand switching from one girl to the other yet neither managing to get the final blow.

Suddenly Ellen ends up on her back, holding Kaitlyn’s stretched out arm. She then quickly locks her legs around her neck in a figure 4 head scissor and starts to crush her victim. Kaitlyn screams in pain saying “what is wrong with you psycho, its not my fault you a lousy actress” her comment triggers another red mist to fall over Ellen. Ellen squeezes again with all her might, Panic takes over Kaitlyn she as struggles to escape the hold her body being lifted into the air by Ellen’s legs. Ellen twists her hips and is shocked by what happens An audible crack can be herd and Kaitlyn’s body drops to the ground and goes completely motionless.

A sense of dread takes over Ellen she quickly releases her victim and checks on her. Kaitlyn is awake but in a state of shock she starts to cry grabbing her shoulder. Ellen is slightly relived and slowly mounts her trapping her in a tight pin resting her crouch on Kaitlyn’s face. She unbuttons the top button pants and slowly lowers the zip, she reaches inside of her panties and over a few minutes rubs herself whilst staring down at the sobbing Kaitlyn between her legs.

The pace picks up, Ellen biting her bottom lip as her body goes ridged and she orgasms on her victim. Still panting she quickly stands up, looks down at Kaitlyn and says “you’re lucky I didn't go full lesbian on you, u see I can only truly f**k something I respect” she places her foot on Kaitlyn’s face and smiles before walking away.

A few days later Kaitlyn post a picture on her twitter of her arm in a sling with the message “slight onset incident #MAGA #REVENGE #YOUKNOWWHOUARE

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Flashback 2001:  Michelle Williams vs Mila Kunis



Perhaps over-confidently, Michelle moved in to press her advantage; Mila was winded, having dropped to one knee, her head hanging down and face obscured by her long, tangled brown hair, as she panted heavily for breath.  The last thing in the world the blonde was expecting was for her opponent to suddenly spring up and drive her shoulder into the nubile beauty's unprotected belly, doubling her over.  Kunis sprang up, then drove her right knee up, smashing it into her adversary's chin.  The impact snapped Williams upright, eyes now a bit glazed.  She reeled around the stumbled away, desperate to regain her wits.

But the brunette wasn't about to make it quite so easy for her.  Moving up behind the addled blonde, Mila pressed her foot against the back of Michelle's right knee, causing it to buckle; the right promptly followed suit, and Williams dropped to her knees.  Kunis instantly pressed her knee between her opponent's shoulder blades, while cupping her hands beneath her victim's chin.  Michelle whined from the pain to her neck and spine, her hands clutching at her oppressor's wrists.  Noting that in the position, they two battlers were facing the cluster of elite spectators who observed the struggle from the comfort of leather chairs, Kunis impishly released her chinlock, only to swiftly fishhook her index fingers into the corners of her rival's mouth.  The blonde let out a painted wail as her lips were stretched into a mocking rictus.  "Smile pretty for all of the nice people, sweetcheeks!" Mila sneers, vastly amused by how easily she dominated her opponent before the watchful eyes of the onlookers.

But being a newcomer to celebrity catfighting, Kunis didn't realize that while her hold inflicted pain on her victim, it was not particularly debilitating, nor did it wear the blonde out by forcing her to expend her dwindling reserves of strength to withstand it.  As a result, despite the mewls of discomfort she gave, Michelle was in fact using this opportunity to gather her remaining power and plot her means of turning the match around.

Her opportunity came as the brunette finally released her hold.  Smugly impudent, Kunis walked around to stand before Michelle, but now it was the blonde's chance to suddenly spring to life.  Her legs propelled her upward like a bolt of lightning, the palm of her right hand slamming upward into the startled Mila's chin, her head snapping back violently.  Now Kunis stumbled backward, arms windmilling as she struggled to not collapse to the floor.  Williams wasn't about to give her the chance to fall; moving quickly, the blonde dipped her knees and pulled her battered adversary over her shoulders.  Rising back up to her full height, Michelle was a vision of magnificence, holding Mila up in an astounding display of raw power, her bikini-clad body glistening with a thousand rivulets of sweat.

Williams then began to twirl around, subjecting her unwilling cargo to an airplane spin, as Kunis yowled in panic, her senses stripped by the whirling as the penthouse room became a blur.  her excursion came to a sudden, thudding completion as she was slammed to the floor.  She lay there on her back, glassy eyes tinged with fear staring up at her opponent.  Michelle then leapt into the air, bringing her body crashing down across the brunette's in a belly splash that drove much of Mila's wind from her lungs.

Getting up to her knees, the blonde grabbed her foe's tanned legs and lifted them up, doubling the limbs over for a matchbook pin.  Adding insult to injury, Michelle then sat upon the panting and sobbing brunette's upturned loins, using her own weight to pin Kunis down helplessly, and thus secure her victory beyond any question.

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Anne Hathaway vs Jennifer Lawrence



The two statuesque beauties grunted and groaned as they struggled against one another in their lock-up hold.  It had been a grueling match, with neither able to hold the advantage over the other for long.  But while the combat may have been stalemated, the sentiments of the room most certainly weren't.  From the very first, it seemed as if every one of the elite spectators gathered for this catfight was enthusiastically behind Jen, verbally urging her on and cheering her every move.

Anne was used to it.  For reasons she just couldn't understand, she simply wasn't popular.  It used to bother her, but now she has learned to channel her resentment into her fighting, fueling her.  With every cry of "Get her, Jen!" from the crowd came another drop of anger to propel the brunette.

And now at last she was ready to use that pent-up frustration.  She could feel Jennifer brace herself in anticipation for a new move, but Anne struck first, suddenly twisting her body and letting the blonde's own forward momentum carry her over with a hip toss, and sending Lawrence crashing onto her back.  Before the blonde could so much as sit up, Hathaway began stomping her foot down again and again upon her opponent's chest and belly, pounding air from Jen's lungs.  Desperate to escape the barrage, Lawrence rolls over onto her stomach, but she finds no relief as Anne throws herself down upon her.

Using her feet to grapevine Jennifer's legs wide, Hathaway snakes her right arm across her victim's throat, mercilessly strangling her.  Jen gasped and gurgled, her hands clutching frantically at the steel-like arm choking her windpipe, eyes wide with panic as she felt herself weakening.  The brunette's face was a mask of stoicism as she cruelly and effectively finished off her adversary.  There was a palpable sense of dismay and disappointment among the spectators as their favorite was rapidly driven into defeat, until finally Jen's eyelids fluttered shut and her body went limp.

Triumphant, Anne released her hold and stood up.  She didn't bother with the usual victory pose, but instead turned and limped back toward her bedroom to the sound of desultory applause.  And even before she had left the room, she could hear the men fawning with anxious concern over the beaten blonde, who even in defeat remained their darling.

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Vanessa Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere



"Dont.  You.  Dare!" Vanessa hissed through gritted teeth.

"Oh, I think I do dare," Hayden impishly replied with a smirk.  Currently controlling her brunette rival with a hammerlock, Panettiere's free hand holds tight to Hudgens's bikini strap.  Then, with a jerk of her arm and the sound of tearing fabric, the garment is ripped away, exposing Vanessa's bare breasts.

The flush of red coming to her cheeks was not embarrassment...she was well used to being stripped in her matches with Hayden; indeed, she and her blonde nemesis made a special point of rendering one another nude in the course of their epic battles.  Rather, it was frustration that Panettiere had scored "first blood" on this night.  Not that the brunette needed any more determination to beat her rival, but this nevertheless provided it.

Escaping the hammerlock, Hudgens and Panettiere tear into one another like raging hellcats, brawling around the penthouse room for long minutes.  It doesn't take long for the remnants of Hayden's own bikini top to litter the carpet, and both beauties take a savage delight in squeezing, pinching and slapping the bare breasts of the other.  Attempts are made to tear away panties as well, but those efforts are thwarted time and again.

Finally, after a long and grueling struggle, Vanessa manages to take control of the fight.  She punishes her hated rival relentlessly with a withering barrage that would reduce virtually any other combatant to a quivering wreck.  But the blonde's astonishing endurance allows her to withstand the attack...although not without having to expend nearly her last dregs of power.  Now, the battered and exhausted blonde has crumpled to her hands and knees, damp and tangled hair hanging down as she pants and wheezes for breath.  Vanessa knows from bitter experience not to give Panettiere the slightest chance to recover, that the only wise course would be to press her advantage and finish the bitch off here and now.  Still, given the depth of furious animosity between the two beauties, Hudgens can't resist pausing in order to flaunt over the blonde.  "Any last words before I tear off those highly unfashionable bikini briefs of yours and shove them down your throat, sweetie?" she purrs, savoring her moments of dominance.

"Two words," Hayden rasps as she tilts her head up, strands of flaxen locks splayed across her sweat-soaked face.  "Tim...ber."

Before the brunette's brain can process this remark, Panettiere moves with viper swiftness, her hands grasping the sides of her opponent's bikini bottoms.  With one deft move she yanks them down; instinctively, Vanessa reaches down to try and grab them, throwing her balance off.  As the garment slides down the brunette's legs and reach her ankles, Hayden pulls them out, using the briefs to sweep Hudgen's feet out from under her.  With a yowl of shock, the brunette falls backward and crashes to the floor, the back of her head cracking against the thinly-carpeted wood, stunning her.  Adrenaline now pumping through her veins, Panettiere lunges forward, delivering a headbutt down between her adversary's thighs, smashing mercilessly into her unprotected groin, which draws out a sharp retort of pain from the startled victim.

In a blur of motion, Hayden next takes the briefs still in her right hand and shoves them into the open mouth of her still-yowling rival.  She then scrambles atop her, sitting down onto the overwhelmed brunette's face even as she grabs her legs to pull them up, pinning Hudgens beneath her even as she smothers her.  The blonde preens and grinds her hips as she devastates her nemesis, taunting her with, "I'm hotter, smarter and the better wrestler...why do you even bother, Nessy?"

Swiftly enough, Vanessa is driven into semi-consciousness.  Climbing off of her beaten foe, Panettiere retrieves both discarded bikini tops and returns to Hudgens; rolling the brunette over onto her belly, Hayden uses the garments to tie her wrists and ankles behind her, a final dollop of humiliation in this, the latest battle of their ceaseless war.

[wheelman]

Nice work and I Love Hayden!  I would really enjoy a story about her taking down and humiliating a taller opponent.

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(Two birds, one stone.  )

Hayden Panettiere vs Kate Beckinsale



As heights go, 5'7" is hardly statuesque for a woman.  But when you're opponent is only 5'0", it's positively Amazonian.  And Kate was more than happy to make note of the size disparity between her and Hayden, referring to her in the minutes before their catfight officially started with the derogatory likes of "runt," "Hobbit" and "half-pint".  For her part, the blonde made no verbal reply, but her eyes made it clear she was not amused.

But the thing about a height advantage is, it's only an advantage when you're vertical.  So in the opening moments of the brawl, when Beckinsale found herself tackled and flat on her back by her opponent, she swiftly discovered that the diminutive blonde was the embodiment of the phrase, 'big things come in small packages'.  Or, perhaps more precisely, 'a little bit of dynamite makes for a mighty big boom'.  And what resulted was as one-sides a beatdown as anyone had seen in ages, with the Brit brunette withering under the ferocious attack of the blonde hellion.  Panettiere focused special attention on her adversary's long, toned legs, twisting, bending and stomping them as tears streamed down Kate's face from the agony.

The endgame approached as both beauties sat on the floor opposite one another; Hayden held fast to Beckinsale's wrists to keep her in place, while she pressed the soles of her feet against the inside thighs of her rival, stretching out the Englishwoman's legs as far as possible, straining her muscles and tendons in an inhuman degree.  Fearful of being seriously injured, and unable to endure the pain any longer, Kate screeched out, "ENOUGH!  I SUBMIT!  YOU WIN!!!"  Somewhat surprisingly to those who knew of Panettiere's sadistic tendencies, the American instantly released her hold and freed her beaten opponent...but she wasn't done with her yet.

Standing up, Panettiere stood before her prone foe with hands on hips and a smirk curling upon her lips and she purred, "On your knees!"  Sniffling, Kate complied, standing on her knees before the blonde, looking up with red, tear-filled eyes.  Hayden's smile grew as she said, "Well shawty, I guess height ain't nothing but a number."  An instant later, her right knee shot up in a blur of motion, smashing Beckinsale under the chin and sending her flopping like a rag doll onto her back.  The brunette lay on the floor semi-conscious and mewling in anguish as the triumphant Panettiere stepped around to her side and placed a foot upon the Brit's chest for her victory pose.

[jtmatt]

A BAD DAY FOR AUSTRALIANS

Emily Ratajkowski (29 - 5’7” 123lbs) vs Miranda Kerr (35 - 5’9” 117lbs)





Miranda was shell shocked as she laid on her back, staring up blankly with glassy eyes. Emily had controlled the fight from the beginning and now stood over the once proud Aussie model, who was nearly motionless after the beating the American put on her. Emily did not like Kerr and was looking to make sure this victory was memorable for her and the stuck up Aussie.

Ratajkowski sat down on Miranda’s chest, pinning the beaten girl’s arms at her side and began playfully slapping Kerr until she woke up from her stupor. As soon as her prey began to stir, Emily clamped her left hand around Kerr’s slender throat and squeezed, choking Miranda as she began kicking her legs wildly. The American just smiled down and used her free right hand to rain down smacks, on the trapped and beaten Miranda. First with her forehand and then her backhand, she smacked Kerr’s face back and forth until Miranda could take no more and went limp under her tormentor. Emily, satisfied with her work, pushed herself off of Miranda and strutted away.

Nina Dobrev (29 - 5’6” 124lbs) vs Teresa Palmer (32 - 5’4” 128lbs)





Nina and Teresa had both fought hard, both were showing sign of a tough fight but Nina had began taking control over her shorter blonde rival. Now, Nina had the beautiful Aussie trapped in a painful body scissors as she violently tugged away at blonde hair. Teresa, screaming and moaning from the pain did everything she could to break free but Nina’s perfectly tone, tanned legs were unrelenting.

Nina, sensing victory was near, changed tactics, she released Teresa’s hair and wrapped her arms tightly around Palmer’s neck. The dual hold quickly took its toll as the Auissie’s movements slowed and tears began to run down her cheeks but Nina wanted to savor this much needed win. The American released the holds just before Palmer passed out, rolled her on her back and sat down on her chest, in a schoolgirl pin. Her knees on each side of Teresa’s head, she looked down at her beaten rival, who was crying in defeat. Nina raised her arms in victory before using her hands to seal Palmer’s nose and mouth shut. Teresa’s eyes bulged and her limbs flailed briefly but there was nothing she could do and she quickly succumbed to the lack of air and passed out.

Margot Robbie (28 - 5’6” 136lbs) vs Shay Mitchell (31 - 5’8” 134lbs)





Margot new she had to do one thing to give herself a good chance at winning against Shay, avoid her legs. The American’s perfect stems were deadly weapons and she did not want get trapped between them. Her plan was sound but she underestimated Shay’s ability to strike and she was not ready for the length and speed of Mitchell, who rocked Margot early and often.

Margot tough and proud, continued to exchange blows with her taller rival but time after time, she was on the worse end. Her gorgeous face had been turned into a bloody beaten mess by Shay and Margot’s legs began to give after Shay rocked her, yet again. Mitchell, sees her chance to put an end to the tough Aussie, presses in on her rival and land a series of hard body shots, each one drawing a painful moan from the blonde. Robbie quickly covers her body to protect from further damage when Mitchell throws an uppercut that connects square on Margot’s chin and turned her lights out. The beautiful actress’s body instantly went slack as she plummeted to the ground in a pitiful heap of defeat. Shay, not one to miss an opportunity, grabbed Margot by the hair and pulled the slumbering Aussie to a sitting position, holding her there in a victory pose as people took pictures

[Savant]

Karen Gillan vs Aubrey Plaza


A desperate Karen grabbed Aubrey by her right wrist to hold her in place. The redhead then lifted one of her long legs and placed her foot just underneath Aubrey’s chin. Karen then fell back onto the mat. As she hit the canvas, her foot exploded under Aubrey’s chin, knocking the brunette flat onto her back.

Karen pumped her fist in triumph after hitting a perfect “eat defeat”. She had been on the defensive most of this match against Aubrey Plaza. The brunette had trapped her in one submission hold after another, reducing Karen to a sweat-soaked, exhausted mess. The punishment had also tired Aubrey though, and when her guard dropped, had opened the door for Gilan to hit the “eat defeat”.

Scrambling on top of the downed brunette, Karen grapevine her legs before plunging her breasts on top of Aubrey’s face. Karen’s young breasts may not have had much volume but pressed tightly enough – as they were now – they could still effectively snuff out the brunette’s breathing.

Aubrey started kicking and squirming violeneytlky trying to throw Karen off of her. The brunette was still trying to clear her head from the devastating “eat defeat’ and trying to figure out how the match had suddenly gotten away from her when the redhead thrust her sweaty, clammy chest on her face.  Karen stayed plastered on Aubrey, knowing this was her best chance at victory.  Try as she might, Aubrey could not dislodge the redhead. Her head started swimming and she started seeing spots as the oxygen deprivation was taking its toll.

“Just give up Aubrey…give up…: Karen whispered.

Aubrey stomped her feet and screamed in protest but it was muffled by Karen’s tits.

In desperation, Aubrey reached down with one hand and started feeling for Karen’s crotch, Sure enough she found the redhead’s panties and then slipped her hand down and grabbed Karen’s clit and started squeezing as hard she could.

A shocked Karen’s mouth gaped open in a silent scream. Immediately she lifted her breasts off Aubrey’s face and rolled off the brunette to get away from the crotch claw. Karen curled into a fetal position and massaged her crotch trying to relieve the devastating pain.

A relieved Aubrey sucked in some great big lungful’s of air before getting onto her knees and crawling towards Karen.

Aubrey grabbed Karen’s trapezius muscles from behind, jamming her fingers deep into the redhead’s shoulders. Karen was immediately paralyzed by the expertly-applied nerve hold and started writhing in pain.

The smiling brunette the started whispering in Karen’s ear: “Now, YOU give up Karen!”

Karen’s eyes closed and her fists clenched tightly into balls as she tried to ride out the pain. She rocked a little bit on her hips trying to create some separation from her tormenteress but the blinding pain mostly froze her in place.

After coming so close to defeat in the breast smother, Aubrey tool  her time now that she had the advantage again, pressing her nerve hold tighter and tighter into Karen’s shoulder muscles. The hold was unlikely to force out a submission but achieved is primary goal of draining the fight out of the redhead. Karen started whimpering and sobbing quietly as Aubrey kept torturing her. After another minute or two of the submission hold, Aubrey released it with a flourish.

She rolled over the exhausted redhead onto her back before crawling on top of her and applyimng her own breast smother on Karen.

“Mmmppphhhh…mmmmppphhhh…mmmmppphhh….” Karen protested, stamping her feet.

“Ha! Turnabout is fair play Karen,” Aubrey taunted her.

Aubrey’s breasts weren’t much larger than Karen’s but she pressed them so tightly against the redhead’s nose and mouth that she immediately sent her rival into panic mode. Karen thrashed back and forth wildly trying to free herself but Aubrey rode her bucking bronco until fatigue inevitably set in.

Karen’s tummy rose up and down ever more slowly – along with Aubrey’s on top of her, as the last vestiges of oxygen were smothered out of her.

“Are you out yet, huh? Hey ref, check her!” Aubrey demanded.

The referee moved into position and lifted one of Karen’s arms which promptly crashed back onto the mat when he released it.

“HA!” Aubrey whooped.

Two subsequent checks by the ref had the same effect and he signaled for the bell to ring, officially ending the match.

“Get off her Aubrey. She’s done. Let her breathe.” the ref pleaded with the brunette.

Aubrey slowly peeled her tits, revealing Karen’s clammy, sweat soaked red face, her mouth gaping open trying to breathe.

Aubrey, still angry at how close she had come to being knocked out herself, couldn’t help herself and slowly fired a series of rights into the sleeping Karen’s jaw. Tomorrow the girl would wake up with a sore jaw and a blackened eye.

“Something to remember me by, loser,” Aubrey exclaimed before leaving her sleeping rival drooling on the mat.

[The Italian]

Topanga (Danielle Fishel "Girl meets world") vs Caroline (Beth Behrs)



While not as wildly popular as her friend Max, Caroline had still enough talent and toughness to allow her to develope a respectable fan following in the catfight business. So it wasn't a surprise that her topless fight with the newcomer milf attracted a numerous and vocal audience; instead the surprise was to see how good her opponent was.
Topanga went into the fight at full force, first holding her own against Caroline, then forcing her leggy opponent on the defensive.
In the end Caroline was able to pull away Topanga and the two exhausted fighters stood at the opposing corner of the mat, taking advantage of the pause to catch their breath and study the next strategy.
Suddently Caroline dashed towards Topanga, trying to tackle her, but Topanga simply bended forward and lifted Caroline with a picture perfect back body drop.
The former socialite landed hard and her head hit the mat with a sickening thud.
Topanga sensed the opportunity and went for the kill with feral quickness and lowered her breasts over Caroline face, sealing her nose and mouth in an airtight prison of sweaty titflesh.
When Caroline awakened, the first thing she saw was Topanga towering over her in a victory pose, with a foot planted over her breast.
"Well, well, well..seems that our sleeping beauty finally woke up" Topanga giggled amid the audience laughters.
Caroline tried to reply but was quickly silcended when Topanga lifted the feet from her breast and forced over her mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, nobody cares what you have to say" Said Topanga with a suddently harsh tone. Then she cupped her own breasts and added: "I want you to send a message to your friend Max: tell her that I'm ready to put my babies against her saggy tits whenever she wants!"

[Jackflash Jump]

Scarlett Johansson VS Michelle Trachtenberg

Welcome Miss Witt, and thanks for a tremendous debut entry!