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Kelsey & Baylee Soles vs Shauna & Shannon Baker



Always looking for ways to spice up matches, someone had the bright idea of a "Thanksgiving Brawl", a 2-versus-2 catfight.  On one side stood the 'Pilgrims', blonde British twins Kelsey and Baylee, clad in Puritanical black bikinis, and opposite them were Native American twins Shauna and Shannon, garbed in faux deer skin bikinis.

Despite their angelic features, the Soles sisters proved more than adept at dirty fighting, punishing the Bakers time and again with painfully brutal tactics.  "Our forefathers put the savages in their place, and now we're going to do that to you," Kelsey sneered contemptuously.  However, the American brunettes proved to be quick learners, and eventually were dishing out just as much punishment as they were receiving.  "We're going to do what our ancestors should have done...kick your asses all the way back to England!" growls Shannon.

Now, both duos struggle to stave off exhaustion, their nubile bodies drenched with sweat as all four pant heavily for breath.  The Bakers hold the upper hand, loudly agreeing with one another to Irish Whip their rivals from opposite ends of the room and let them crash together.  This strikes observers as poor strategy, as the Native American twins have just announced to their opponents what their next move is.  And indeed, small smirks come to the identical mouths of the blonde Brits; they know just what to do now.

Shannon and Shauna grasp their adversaries by an arm and whip them toward one another.  Forewarned, Baylee and Kelsey do not collide with one another, but rather adjust their trajectories so that they pass by...or rather they would, if they didn't each hook their right arms together.  Their dual momentum causes each to spin around 180°, and suddenly they're charging right back at their rivals, ready to tackle the startled Americans down.

Except that the Bakers aren't startled at all.  It hasn't dawned on the Soles that their opponents had intentionally tipped their hand, knowing the blondes would react just this way.  For even as Kelsey and Bayley rush full-tilt toward them, the Bakers go into slight crouches, and then leap up into the air, lashing out with their legs, their feet slamming like tomahawks into the faces of their oncoming attackers.  The English lasses are reduced to stupors before their bodies even hit the penthouse floor.

Simultaneous victory poses by the triumphant Indian twins are the dessert to what has proven to be a most sumptuous Thanksgiving "meal" of mayhem.

[Savant]

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Battle of the Nerdy Girls: Karina Gould vs Niki Ashton
 
Karina desperately tried to grab a breath but her arch-enemy Niki was relentless in pressing her breasts flush against the face of the blonde, stuffing her titflesh tight against Karina’s mouth and nose. Karina was sprawled across the bottom ropes in a corner of the wrestling ring. Niki was sitting on her lap, her arms wrapped around the back of Karina’s head, pulling it into the furnace of her chest.
 
A foggy-headed Karina could not figure out how things had reached this point. She and Niki had been rivals for years but the blonde had clearly established her dominance in recent years. Their last match, fought in bikinis in an oil pit, had been typical. Karina had choked out Niki with a pitiless figure four head scissors that had reduced the brunette to a drooling mess. The previous match to that one, a no-holds barred catfight fought in lingerie in an apartment, had ended with Karina smashing a bookshelf over Niki’s head, knocking Ashton out. Karina had then hog-tied her and took a number of victory poses before posting them on Instagram.
 
Their current match had started out much the same way. Karina, who was dressed in a skimpy, green, one-piece swimsuit, had womanhandled Niki in the opening minutes, applying one wrestling hold after another in quick succession - a headlock, an armbar, an abdominal stretch…
 
Little did she know though that Niki had taken special precautions to make sure this match would end differently. She had applied a fast-acting sedative on to her fingernails. As Karina pulled her in close during the abdominal stretch, Niki had scratched the top of the blonde’s thighs. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the blonde started feeling groggy and sluggish.
 
Niki, who was wearing a sexy, black swimsuit cut high at the hips, turned the tide of the match by pushing Karina away and then tagging her with a quick left/right combination on her chin. This was normally an attack the quick Karina could dodge but not this time. Her face was frozen in shock and confusion after the powerful punches rocked her. Niki than grabbed her by the shoulders and absolutely NAILED her with a knee to the pussy.
 
Karina crumbled like a puppet with her strings caught, clutching at her womanhood, her eyebrows arched in pain and almost brought to the verge of tears.

An excited Niki then took a half second to measure her next move before dropping a crushing elbow onto the top of the blonde’s head. BAM! The move worked like gangbusters and further discombobulated Karina.

Nikki then took a step back before firing a series of vicious kicks to Karina’s chin, further rattling her opponent’s brain. The crowd counted along 1-2-3-4…every time a beaming Niki connected again.
 
Finally, Karina laid sprawled out on her back in the middle of the ring. Niki straddled her, used one arm to apply a headlock and hold Karina’s face steady and used the other arm to piston one punch after another into the blonde’s chin. BAM! BAM! BAM! The rain of punches was relentless.
 
Finally, a gasping Niki took a short breather to admire her work. Karina was nearly unconscious, her arms splayed above her head, her back flat against the mat and Niki still sitting on her lap.
 
The brunette then applied a nerve hold: jamming her fingers into the blonde’s trapezius muscles. Karina froze in agony as Niki ground her thumb into the pit of the blonde’s neck. Her eyes were wide open in shock, her legs and arms frozen in agony. A smiling Niki was delighted with the effects of her nerve hold. She leaned over and whispered in her arch rival’s era…
 
“What’s the matter, Karina? Does that hurt a little?”
 
Karina could only sputter in reply.
 
After a few more agonizing minutes, Niki grabbed a handful of Karina’s hair and dragged her into a corner of the ring. She propped up the blonde against the bottom ropes. She then pulled down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit and wriggled down the upper half, freeing her perky breasts.
 
“Are you ready to eat tit, K? HERE! EAT SOME TIT!” Niki cackled before plunging her breasts into her enemy’s face.
 
This is where we came in: with Karina desperately trying to catch a breath. Every now and then she was able to wiggle free for a half-second but Niki was not about to let her off the hook and would quickly reapply the breast smother over and over.
 
The whole time Karina was trying to break free, Niki was trash talking her, calling her a ‘loser”, “slut” “weak” over and over, breaking her spirit at the same time as her broke her down physically.
 
Finally after breast smothering her almost to the point of unconsciousness, Niki took a short break.
 
“Hey, no fair, I’m topless but you’re not!” she teased. She then remedied that situation by pulling down Karina’s swimsuit, exposing the blonde’s breasts. Hundreds of flashing lights illuminated the ringside as fans took photos memorializing Karina’s humiliation.
 
“Ah! I can see why now: what pathetic tits!” taunted Niki, insulting what were in fact Karina’s perfectly nice breasts.
 
Niki then grabbed Karina’s by the ankles and dragged her back into the middle of the ring. She then plopped her ass smack onto Karina’s face.
 
“This is how it ends for you bitch. With my ass in your stupid face. Lights out loser!” Niki exclaimed.
   
A destroyed Karina could do very little as Niki’s cheeks enveloped her pretty face. Niki pressed her full weight onto the blonde’s face, not letting in even an inch of daylight or air. Niki then just leeeeeeeaaaaaaned back and let the ass smother work its magic.
 
She thought back to all the times that Karina had beaten and humiliated her, how it felt to be back to the changing room with the crowd booing her and throwing garbage at her. How it felt to dwell over her latest loss as she showed afterwards, examining all the bruises over her body. Now it was Karina that was going to suffer all that humiliation. The thought made her smile.
 
Finally she came out of her reverie, realizing dimly that she had been sitting on Karina’s face for several minutes now and she might be at risk of taking out her rival for good. She lifted herself off of Karina’s face and looked down at the damage she had done. The blonde was still breathing but was in a deep, deep slumber, entirely wrecked by the beating she had endured, culminated by the long, pitiless ass smother.
 
A delighted Niki signaled to her corner to toss her some burlap rope she had brought to ringside. She then flipped Karina over and used the rope to tie up her arms behind her back, then her feet and then wrapped up the pretty blonde in a hogtie.
 
Niki then took a series of posed photographs with the bound Karina, holding her face up with a handful of hair and showing off how thoroughly beaten the blonde was. After a few minutes of this, Niki finally let go and Karina’s plopped down lifelessly onto the mat.
 
Although Niki had taken a shortcut to victory tonight, she was confident that the severity of the beating had broken Karina’s confidence and the next time they met she would come out on top again. “I’m in your head now, bitch,” Nikki seethed. ‘I own you slut and don’t you forget it.”

[Savant]

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Leah Van Dale (WWE’s Carmella) vs Brandi Rhodes
 
Leah desperately tried to grab a breath but her arch-enemy Brandi was relentless in pressing her breasts flush against the face of the blonde, stuffing her titflesh tight against Leah’s mouth and nose. Leah was sprawled across the bottom ropes in a corner of the wrestling ring. Brandi was sitting on her lap, her arms wrapped around the back of Leah’s head, pulling it into the furnace of her chest.
 
A foggy-headed Leah could not figure out how things had reached this point. She and Brandi had been rivals for years but the blonde had clearly established her dominance in recent months. Their last match, fought in bikinis in an oil pit, had been typical. Leah had choked out Brandi with a pitiless figure four head scissors that had reduced the brunette to a drooling mess. The previous match to that one, a no-holds barred catfight fought in lingerie in an apartment, had ended with Leah smashing a bookshelf over Brandi’s head, knocking Rhodes out. Leah had then hog-tied her and took a number of victory poses before posting them on Instagram.
 
Their current match had started out much the same way. Leah, who was dressed in a skimpy, green, one-piece swimsuit, had womanhandled Brandi in the opening minutes, applying one wrestling hold after another in quick succession - a headlock, an armbar, an abdominal stretch…
 
Little did she know though that Brandi had taken special precautions to make sure this match would end differently. She had applied a fast-acting sedative on to her fingernails. As Leah pulled her in close during the abdominal stretch, Brandi had scratched the top of the blonde’s thighs. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the blonde started feeling groggy and sluggish.
 
Brandi, who was wearing a sexy, black swimsuit cut high at the hips, turned the tide of the match by pushing Leah away and then tagging her with a quick left/right combination on her chin. This was normally an attack the quick Leah could dodge but not this time. Her face was frozen in shock and confusion after the powerful punches rocked her. Brandi than grabbed her by the shoulders and absolutely NAILED her with a knee to the pussy.
 
Leah crumbled like a puppet with her strings caught, clutching at her womanhood, her eyebrows arched in pain and almost brought to the verge of tears.

An excited Brandi then took a half second to measure her next move before dropping a crushing elbow onto the top of the blonde’s head. BAM! The move worked like gangbusters and further discombobulated Leah.

Nikki then took a step back before firing a series of vicious kicks to Leah’s chin, further rattling her opponent’s brain. The crowd counted along 1-2-3-4…every time a beaming Brandi connected again.
 
Finally, Leah laid sprawled out on her back in the middle of the ring. Brandi straddled her, used one arm to apply a headlock and hold Leah’s face steady and used the other arm to piston one punch after another into the blonde’s chin. BAM! BAM! BAM! The rain of punches was relentless.
 
Finally, a gasping Brandi took a short breather to admire her work. Leah was nearly unconscious, her arms splayed above her head, her back flat against the mat and Brandi still sitting on her lap.
 
The brunette then applied a nerve hold: jamming her fingers into the blonde’s trapezius muscles. Leah froze in agony as Brandi ground her thumb into the pit of the blonde’s neck. Her eyes were wide open in shock, her legs and arms frozen in agony. A smiling Brandi was delighted with the effects of her nerve hold. She leaned over and whispered in her arch rival’s era…
 
“What’s the matter, Leah? Does that hurt a little?”
 
Leah could only sputter in reply.
 
After a few more agonizing minutes, Brandi grabbed a handful of Leah’s hair and dragged her into a corner of the ring. She propped up the blonde against the bottom ropes. She then pulled down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit and wriggled down the upper half, freeing her perky breasts.
 
“Are you ready to eat tit, Leah? HERE! EAT SOME TIT!” Brandi cackled before plunging her breasts into her enemy’s face.
 
This is where we came in: with Leah desperately trying to catch a breath. Every now and then she was able to wiggle free for a half-second but Brandi was not about to let her off the hook and would quickly reapply the breast smother over and over.
 
The whole time Leah was trying to break free, Brandi was trash talking her, calling her a ‘loser”, “slut” “weak” over and over, breaking her spirit at the same time as her broke her down physically.
 
Finally after breast smothering her almost to the point of unconsciousness, Brandi took a short break.
 
“Hey, no fair, I’m topless but you’re not!” she teased. She then remedied that situation by pulling down Leah’s swimsuit, exposing the blonde’s breasts. Hundreds of flashing lights illuminated the ringside as fans took photos memorializing Leah’s humiliation.
 
“Ah! I can see why now: what pathetic tits!” taunted Brandi, insulting what were in fact Leah’s perfectly nice breasts.
 
Brandi then grabbed Leah’s by the ankles and dragged her back into the middle of the ring. She then plopped her ass smack onto Leah’s face.
 
“This is how it ends for you bitch. With my ass in your stupid face. Lights out loser!” Brandi exclaimed.
   
A destroyed Leah could do very little as Brandi’s cheeks enveloped her pretty face. Brandi pressed her full weight onto the blonde’s face, not letting in even an inch of daylight or air. Brandi then just leeeeeeeaaaaaaned back and let the ass smother work its magic.
 
She thought back to all the times that Leah had beaten and humiliated her, how it felt to be back to the changing room with the crowd booing her and throwing garbage at her. How it felt to dwell over her latest loss as she showed afterwards, examining all the bruises over her body. Now it was Leah that was going to suffer all that humiliation. The thought made her smile.
 
Finally she came out of her reverie, realizing dimly that she had been sitting on Leah’s face for several minutes now and she might be at risk of taking out her rival for good. She lifted herself off of Leah’s face and looked down at the damage she had done. The blonde was still breathing but was in a deep, deep slumber, entirely wrecked by the beating she had endured, culminated by the long, pitiless ass smother.
 
A delighted Brandi signaled to her corner to toss her some burlap rope she had brought to ringside. She then flipped Leah over and used the rope to tie up her arms behind her back, then her feet and then wrapped up the pretty blonde in a hogtie.
 
Brandi then took a series of posed photographs with the bound Leah, holding her face up with a handful of hair and showing off how thoroughly beaten the blonde was. After a few minutes of this, Brandi finally let go and Leah’s plopped down lifelessly onto the mat.
 
Although Brandi had taken a shortcut to victory tonight, she was confident that the severity of the beating had broken Leah’s confidence and the next time they met she would come out on top again. “I’m in your head now, bitch,” Nikki seethed. ‘I own you slut and don’t you forget it.”

[gene smith]

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Leah Van Dale (WWE’s Carmella) vs Brandi Rhodes
 
Leah desperately tried to grab a breath but her arch-enemy Brandi was relentless in pressing her breasts flush against the face of the blonde, stuffing her titflesh tight against Leah’s mouth and nose. Leah was sprawled across the bottom ropes in a corner of the wrestling ring. Brandi was sitting on her lap, her arms wrapped around the back of Leah’s head, pulling it into the furnace of her chest.
 
A foggy-headed Leah could not figure out how things had reached this point. She and Brandi had been rivals for years but the blonde had clearly established her dominance in recent months. Their last match, fought in bikinis in an oil pit, had been typical. Leah had choked out Brandi with a pitiless figure four head scissors that had reduced the brunette to a drooling mess. The previous match to that one, a no-holds barred catfight fought in lingerie in an apartment, had ended with Leah smashing a bookshelf over Brandi’s head, knocking Rhodes out. Leah had then hog-tied her and took a number of victory poses before posting them on Instagram.
 
Their current match had started out much the same way. Leah, who was dressed in a skimpy, green, one-piece swimsuit, had womanhandled Brandi in the opening minutes, applying one wrestling hold after another in quick succession - a headlock, an armbar, an abdominal stretch…
 
Little did she know though that Brandi had taken special precautions to make sure this match would end differently. She had applied a fast-acting sedative on to her fingernails. As Leah pulled her in close during the abdominal stretch, Brandi had scratched the top of the blonde’s thighs. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the blonde started feeling groggy and sluggish.
 
Brandi, who was wearing a sexy, black swimsuit cut high at the hips, turned the tide of the match by pushing Leah away and then tagging her with a quick left/right combination on her chin. This was normally an attack the quick Leah could dodge but not this time. Her face was frozen in shock and confusion after the powerful punches rocked her. Brandi than grabbed her by the shoulders and absolutely NAILED her with a knee to the pussy.
 
Leah crumbled like a puppet with her strings caught, clutching at her womanhood, her eyebrows arched in pain and almost brought to the verge of tears.

An excited Brandi then took a half second to measure her next move before dropping a crushing elbow onto the top of the blonde’s head. BAM! The move worked like gangbusters and further discombobulated Leah.

Nikki then took a step back before firing a series of vicious kicks to Leah’s chin, further rattling her opponent’s brain. The crowd counted along 1-2-3-4…every time a beaming Brandi connected again.
 
Finally, Leah laid sprawled out on her back in the middle of the ring. Brandi straddled her, used one arm to apply a headlock and hold Leah’s face steady and used the other arm to piston one punch after another into the blonde’s chin. BAM! BAM! BAM! The rain of punches was relentless.
 
Finally, a gasping Brandi took a short breather to admire her work. Leah was nearly unconscious, her arms splayed above her head, her back flat against the mat and Brandi still sitting on her lap.
 
The brunette then applied a nerve hold: jamming her fingers into the blonde’s trapezius muscles. Leah froze in agony as Brandi ground her thumb into the pit of the blonde’s neck. Her eyes were wide open in shock, her legs and arms frozen in agony. A smiling Brandi was delighted with the effects of her nerve hold. She leaned over and whispered in her arch rival’s era…
 
“What’s the matter, Leah? Does that hurt a little?”
 
Leah could only sputter in reply.
 
After a few more agonizing minutes, Brandi grabbed a handful of Leah’s hair and dragged her into a corner of the ring. She propped up the blonde against the bottom ropes. She then pulled down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit and wriggled down the upper half, freeing her perky breasts.
 
“Are you ready to eat tit, Leah? HERE! EAT SOME TIT!” Brandi cackled before plunging her breasts into her enemy’s face.
 
This is where we came in: with Leah desperately trying to catch a breath. Every now and then she was able to wiggle free for a half-second but Brandi was not about to let her off the hook and would quickly reapply the breast smother over and over.
 
The whole time Leah was trying to break free, Brandi was trash talking her, calling her a ‘loser”, “slut” “weak” over and over, breaking her spirit at the same time as her broke her down physically.
 
Finally after breast smothering her almost to the point of unconsciousness, Brandi took a short break.
 
“Hey, no fair, I’m topless but you’re not!” she teased. She then remedied that situation by pulling down Leah’s swimsuit, exposing the blonde’s breasts. Hundreds of flashing lights illuminated the ringside as fans took photos memorializing Leah’s humiliation.
 
“Ah! I can see why now: what pathetic tits!” taunted Brandi, insulting what were in fact Leah’s perfectly nice breasts.
 
Brandi then grabbed Leah’s by the ankles and dragged her back into the middle of the ring. She then plopped her ass smack onto Leah’s face.
 
“This is how it ends for you bitch. With my ass in your stupid face. Lights out loser!” Brandi exclaimed.
   
A destroyed Leah could do very little as Brandi’s cheeks enveloped her pretty face. Brandi pressed her full weight onto the blonde’s face, not letting in even an inch of daylight or air. Brandi then just leeeeeeeaaaaaaned back and let the ass smother work its magic.
 
She thought back to all the times that Leah had beaten and humiliated her, how it felt to be back to the changing room with the crowd booing her and throwing garbage at her. How it felt to dwell over her latest loss as she showed afterwards, examining all the bruises over her body. Now it was Leah that was going to suffer all that humiliation. The thought made her smile.
 
Finally she came out of her reverie, realizing dimly that she had been sitting on Leah’s face for several minutes now and she might be at risk of taking out her rival for good. She lifted herself off of Leah’s face and looked down at the damage she had done. The blonde was still breathing but was in a deep, deep slumber, entirely wrecked by the beating she had endured, culminated by the long, pitiless ass smother.
 
A delighted Brandi signaled to her corner to toss her some burlap rope she had brought to ringside. She then flipped Leah over and used the rope to tie up her arms behind her back, then her feet and then wrapped up the pretty blonde in a hogtie.
 
Brandi then took a series of posed photographs with the bound Leah, holding her face up with a handful of hair and showing off how thoroughly beaten the blonde was. After a few minutes of this, Brandi finally let go and Leah’s plopped down lifelessly onto the mat.
 
Although Brandi had taken a shortcut to victory tonight, she was confident that the severity of the beating had broken Leah’s confidence and the next time they met she would come out on top again. “I’m in your head now, bitch,” Nikki seethed. ‘I own you slut and don’t you forget it.”

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[Savant]

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[jtmatt]

Emmy Rossum (32 - 5’6”  121lbs) vs Shay Mitchell (31 - 5’8” - 134lbs)

No one knew what started the tussle between the two beautiful actresses but it became very apparent that they did not like each other and they wanted to hurt each other as much as possible. Both Emmy and Shay were very fit and they both had good fighting skills but as the fight wore on and both of them began to wear down, it was Shay and her much longer wingspan, that began to take control of the fight.  She was consistently landing jabs through Emmy’s defenses and the blows were beginning to loosen Rossum up.

Mitchell, recognizing Emmy was hurting, doubled down looking to put Rossum away, followed a stiff jab with a left right combination that buckled the brunette’s knees as she staggered backwards away from her rival. Shay followed Emmy and landed right hook that put Rossum down, she fell onto her back and was looking up with a dazed blank stare. Shay stood over Emmy, looking down at her rival with a combination of contempt and satisfaction, reached down and pulled the beautiful actress up slightly by her shirt. “I’m not done with you yet, bitch!” Shay spat as she let Emmy drop back  down to the floor.

Mitchell, paced around a moment trying to decide how to end the fight, smiled bright once she decided. She walked back to the still daze Emmy, reached down and sunk her hair deep into brown curls and pulled Rossum up to her hands and knees and walked her around in a sort of walk of shame, pulling the beaten actress around by her hair. Once she stopped with the humiliating walk, she pulled Emmy’s head between her thighs and applied a standing head scissors. She pulled on the curly brown hair mercilessly and her perfectly tanned and toned legs squeezed the life out of Emmy. Rossum yelped and clawed at Mitchell’s legs but was too weak and soon her movements slowed and then stopped but Shay held her head in place, she let her hair go and the ko’ed Emmy hung lifelessly between her legs. She raised her hands in victory with a big smile and then pulled Emmy’s head up one more time by her hair, brushing hair away from the slumbering beauty’s face, so all could see her one last time. After she was done showing off her defeated foe, she opened her legs and let go of Emmy’s hair and let her drop to the floor.

[Frigate]

Hi! Long time reader, first time poster here. Figured I would give this a try, with two girls I haven't seen featured here yet.

Malice at the Palace: Vanessa Kirby vs. Claire Foy

For the entirety of their tenure on The Crown, Vanessa Kirby and Claire Foy had been friends, but they'd always been competitive with each other, always trying to show the other who was in control, whether it be in a scene or on set. Most of the cast and crew thought this was great for the show, as their characters' contentious relationship was a big part of the story. But now that their time on the show was done, the two decided it was finally time to settle once and all who was better.

Agreeing to meet in a nondescript London apartment to settle the score, the two immediately tore at each other with a ferocity you wouldn't expect from two people who didn't actually hate each other. The fight had been long, with the size advantage the 5'7" Vanessa expected to have matched by the sheer scrappiness and experience of the older, 5'3" Claire. Eventually, the two found themselves naked and tired, with both aware of their own petering motors. They knew their next few moves would be all they could muster, and that who made better use of them would emerge victorious.

Claire struck first, throwing an uppercut to Vanessa's midsection that winded the younger actress. She followed it up with two more, putting Vanessa against the wall, almost beaten.

"Ready to give?" Claire panted, knowing she didn't have that many punches left in her.

"N-Not quite yet," Vanessa replied wheezily, as she caught her breath.

Claire wound up for one more punch, putting all her remaining energy in it, but Vanessa anticipated it. Sidestepping the punch, she grabbed the suddenly-vulnerable Foy's arm and dragged her to the mat, trapping her opponent in a triangle chokehold.

"I-I told y-you," Vanessa said to the gagging Claire, as she throttled her with her long, toned legs, "I s-still had o-one trick up my sleeve."

Claire could only give her a defiant glare in response, but after a few seconds, she was out like a light, the toll of the battle having taken too much out of her to hold out for too long under the chokehold. Vanessa used up the last of her strength to keep the hold on for a few more seconds, just to be sure, before herself collapsing onto the carpet.

After what seemed like an eternity of staring at the ceiling, Vanessa began to sit up, her shaky arms barely propping her up, her beaten opponent slumbering between her legs. Despite the myriad aches she was suddenly feeling all at once, the adrenaline having worn away, she managed a small smile as she processed her victory.

"Long live the Queen," Vanessa sneered, as she stood up and kicked the unconscious Claire off her. They'd be friends again in the morning, but for now, she intended to celebrate her victory.

[Raspberry]

"Kickboxing Night: Margot Robbie vs Jennifer Aniston"

Margot was talking shit to the press all night, how she wasn't going to be handled by a saggy 48 year old woman, laughing at her face. Jennifer was taking none of it, she couldn't wait to get her hands on Margot. Jennifer entered the ring first, she took off her black zip hoodie revealing a white lace bra and black yoga shorts. Margot entered second revealing a white sports bra with midnight blue shorts. The bell rung.

Later...

"Not talking shit now are you?" Jennifer implied as she drove her fist across Margot's face. "Karma sure is a bitch." she yelled while deploying her right straight into Margot's belly. All she got in return was a gasp of air from a busted up Margot whose nose and lip were bleeding. Jennifer wasn't going to take it any easier now. She continued pounding Margot driving her to the corner, deciding to light up Margot's belly some more. "I'm not stopping until I get an apology." Margot stayed silent, slowly dropping to all fours. Jennifer didn't even let her get up. She was keep on hurting Margot and getting the apology she wanted. Jennifer grabbed Margot's hair forcing her to get up. When she got on her feet again Jennifer with her hand still on Margot's hair continued ruthlessly pounding Margot's plexus before throwing her in the corner again. Margot was hopeless, all the fight was knocked out of her and  her hands were to tired to raise so she was stuck in that corner taking the beating she (in Jennifer's eyes) fully deserved. Jennifer wasn't picky this time around, she started pounding whatever the desired, anything from Margot's ribs,belly,tits or face Jennifer wasn't stopping.

Until, she heard some mumbling "What was that dear?" she smirked. "I'm... I'm..." Margot mumbled. "Sorry, dear?" Jennifer continued smirking. "I'm sorry, you win, please stop." Margot mumbled out. "That's what I wanted to hear all night" Jennifer laughed. She hit Margot with one last uppercut making her drop to the floor as she left the ring while the medical team was rushing towards exhausted Margot.

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It's the return of Bad Girls Triumphant! Sinister sirens victorious over virtuous vixens!

Scarlett Johansson vs Amber Heard



"GGNNNNUUUHHHHHHHH!" A trace of a whine can be detected in Scarlett's raspy groan, betraying just how severe the pain she is suffering is.  Amber's fingers dig into the soft flesh just below the armpits, while her thumbs press into the sides of her rival's breasts.  The Pec Claw doesn't simply cause pain to a particularly tender part of the anatomy, but the deadening effect on the nerve clusters leads to numbness and veritable paralysis of the arms.  As a result, Johansson's limbs dangle uselessly at her sides, and all the embattled blonde can do is shut her eyes tight and bite her lower lip against the anguish.

"Ready to say 'Auntie' yet, sweetie pie?" Heard cooed.  "Nuh...no!  Never!" Johansson moaned, but the impressiveness of her defiance was undercut as her legs buckled and she sank to her knees.  "Good," her tormentor purred, and she pulled her right leg back, then drove a knee into Scarlett's left breast, the impact causing the orb to pop up out of her swimsuit.  Simultaneous with the blow, Heard released her clawholds, and Johansson sprawled onto her back with an anguished whimper.

Sitting in a straddle upon her adversary's belly, Amber grabbed the fabric of Scarlett's suit and yanked it down, so that now both of her breasts fell free.  What followed for the next several minutes was sheer agony for Johansson, as Amber viciously slapped, squeezed, punched, pinched, twisted and in all manners possible mauled her much-vaunted 'girls', reducing Scarlett to blubbering tears.  Still, she would not submit.  But that suited Heard just fine.

Finally standing up, Amber pressed the arch of her left foot to the throat of her prone rival, pressing down on the windpipe to choke her victim out.  Johansson's lush body squirmed and she gurgled and gasped in frantic desperation, her hands tugging in futility at her oppressor's ankle.  But soon enough, Scarlett's eyelids fluttered shut and she was driven into unconsciousness and bitter defeat.



Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson



How is this happening? the Brit thought to herself  She had owned this test of strength, driving the American bitch to one knee, and surely mere moments away from submitting.  But instead, with a growl, Kristen began to slowly yet steadily push herself back up, until now it was Emma who gave ground, and who's trembling arms threatened to crumple from the strain.  Seconds later, that's exactly what happened as her exhausted body fell to the floor with a thud.  Stewart was on her in an instant, unleashing slap after stinging slap to Watson's face, leaving the English lass dazed and glassy eyed.

After properly 'tenderizing' her arch-rival, Kristen went for the finisher.  Climbing off of Emma, Stewart pushed her over onto her belly; the American brunette then stood up and planted her feet atop the back of her British adversary's lower thighs, hooking Watson's feet around Kristen's shins.  Stewart then reached down and took Emma by the wrists, and a moment later flung herself backward to the floor.  The momentum lifted Watson up, and locked her into a Mexican Ceiling Hold.  The full weight of her body now focused agonizingly on her shoulders and knees, the Brit was snapped out of her stupor and she began to shriek in pain.  Stewart held her aloft, and cruelly made Emma tearfully beg for mercy for more than a minute before finally releasing her and claiming the victory.



Kendall Jenner vs Jennifer Lawrence



It had been a particularly savage struggle between the two statuesque beauties, but Kendall's cruel tactics had at last given her the advantage, and now Jennifer was little more than a plaything in her opponent's merciless hands.  This was the worst torment yet, as Jenner torqued Lawrence's body in an agonizing 'Stretch Muffler', the blonde's long left leg pulled painfully up across her tormentor's shoulders, as Jennifer's body was pinned down to the penthouse floor.  The anguish to her spine and leg was evident by the tears trailing down her cheeks.

Unfortunately for the blonde, Kendall had first used Jennifer's own bikini halter to tie her wrists behind her back, and then stuffed Lawrence's panties into her mouth to gag her.  As a result, the blonde's cries of submission were muffled and unintelligible...although all in attendance knew full well she was surrendering.  But with a wicked smirk, the brunette continued her torture, ignoring the stifled pleadings of her out-matched adversary.

Eventually...mercifully...the pain drove Jennifer into semi-consciousness, and with that Jenner finally consented to release her accept the win.



Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg



The penthouse kickboxing match had been fairly even between the two for the first fifteen minutes or so.  But then Amanda landed a low blow that stunned her rival, and unleashed an offensive that quickly shattered the brunette's defenses.  Now Michelle, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, tried to hold her ground, but Amanda was effortlessly "jabbing" at her with her foot, snapping kicks to Trachtenberg's face at will, the blonde laughing at her dominance over her longtime nemesis.

The barrage finally halted and the brunette stood there swaying, eyes nearly vacant.  With a grace and flexibility that would impress any prima ballerina Seyfried raised her right leg up until her toes pointed to the ceiling.  Sluggishly, Michelle's eyes trailed upward to look...and it was then that Amanda lowered the boom, bringing her leg down in a blue of motion, her heel smashing right between her target's watery eyes.  Trachtenberg collapsed to the floor like a felled tree.

Then, although it wasn't necessary in order to claim the TKO and win the bout, Amanda wicked sat down upon her battered foe's face, smothering her while with her fists, the blonde viciously hammered away at Michelle's breasts, until finally Trachtenberg's body ceased to squirm beneath her, signaling her utter unconsciousness and granting Seyfried a genuine knockout victory.



Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin



Arms like lead, their voluptuous bodies soaked with sweat, Ariel and Abigail continued to trade blows, each grunting with every fist that landed.  This bareknuckled fist fight had been a stalemate from the very start, as the two hated rivals pummeled one another relentlessly.  Both now were running on fumes.

Determined to win, Winter drew her right arm back and launched her balled fist, putting everything she had into a haymaker aimed right at her foe's face.  Unfortunately for the brunette, her intended target managed to twist out of the way at the last instant, and Ariel's fist hit nothing buy empty air.  However, that left her wide open for a punch that sank deep into her stomach, driving air from her lungs with a pained gasp, stunning her.

This sudden turn of events fueled Breslin's adrenaline, and fire shone in her eyes as she subjected her adversary to a blizzard of blows.  Punches struck Ariel's face and head, pounded her belly, and made speed bags of her breasts.  The brunette's pride kept her upright, but that only meant she brought even more painful damage down upon herself.

Finally, an uppercut that cracked off of Ariel's chin lifted her feet up off of the floor and sent her sprawling to the floor.  She made no effort to arise...she was knocked out before her back even settled upon the carpet.  Abigail planted a foot upon Winter's heaving chest, clasped her hands over her head in triumph, and claimed her victory.

[Dario]

Really fine, I love it, especially the Stewart vs Watson brawl. Many thanks.

[Thorn]

Adriana Lima vs Kate Upton

It is that time of the year again. People all around the globe tune into The Sports Illustrated vs Victoria’s Secret match to see sexy models beat and get beaten. And although the match has occurred every year since 2005, not once has VS won. After seeing bigtime VS models like Candice Swanepoel, Alessandra Ambrosio, and Miranda Kerr get humiliated in front of a hundred thousand people in the stadium and millions more worldwide, the company decided to only let their lesser known unused models compete, so they can keep their image. This year however, Adriana Lima was allowed to fight as she was retiring.

"Adriana is a washed up has been, she would not have been able to beat me in her prime and she certainly would not beat me now." Kate told the reporters when asked for her thoughts on her upcoming fight against Adriana. "I am the best in the game and it is time those Victoria’s Secret bitches learn that.”

Many experts in the industry were of the same mind as Kate. She’s always been able to hit hard for a model, and she's had more ring work than most. Against a model from Victoria’s Secret, a company whose models were known equally for both their attractiveness and for being jobbers, it was thought that Kate would have another easy win.

Adriana Lima had other ideas.

Boxing crisply - her long, tanned legs taut and springy as she circles and jabs her foe - Adriana picked Kate apart and cleverly punches one-twos to Kate’s face off a stiff, stabbing set up jab. Kate responds like a fighter, swinging back wide even while hurt, but Lima shows her skill by evading her foe's power while continuing to stitch and staple straight-poking punches in reprisal.

Upton is caught backpedaling by a series of relentless jabs to her prized tits. She is holding in her tears as she blocks a jab and quickly retreated while cradling her battered breasts. Any hope of a comeback is gone when Lima used her long legs in a deadly fashion with a quick kick on her bosom. Kate stumbled to her knees and burst into tears as she sat in a puddle of frustration. Lima pulls Kate up to her feet only to knee her in the groin. The spectators are silent in shock as none of them anticipated this level of cruelty from the Brazilian model. Adriana with a vicious smirk, continues her assault by clawing poor Kate’s pussy. The pain shocks Kate into screeching out her surrender, “PLEASE, GAWD STOP, I GIVE UP!!!”

Lima shouts postfight, "Kate learned today why I am still the best in the game. There is a reason why I am still in it while others have passed. And now I take what is mine!" Lima further shames Kate by stripping her blonde adversary of her clothes. Adriana slips a leather collar to her downed opponents’ neck and attaches a steel chain to it. She drags a weeping, groggy Kate across the catwalk in which the models entered the ring. It was a sight that would forever be remembered by everyone watching. An Adriana Lima fiercely smirking, waving with her left hand while Kate’s bruised tits swayed back and forth as she’s tugged around. Adriana enjoyed every second of her last catwalk as she posed for the cameras with a beaten Kate Upton who is sobbing on all fours.


My first attempt at a story, hope y'all enjoyed it.

[Jackflash Jump]

Adriana Lima vs Kate Upton



My first attempt at a story, hope y'all enjoyed it.

Great work, Thorn! 

[Dario]

GREAT!.

[Raspberry]

                                                             Anne Hathaway vs Kristen Bell - Boxing



Anne was pretty confident going into the ring despite it being her first official match in a boxing ring. Her opponent was the more experienced Kristen Bell whom Annie didn't take very seriously. Anne showed up in a white sports bra and black yoga shorts with red gloves. Kristen was wearing a hot pink sports bra and black yoga pants with black gloves.

...

Kristen was beating Annie shutout to shutout every single round and going into the tenth round Anne's confident looks were replaced with bloody nose,mouth and a gash under the eye. Anne's hands were barely up as the bell rung and Kristen went to town one last round before securing her victory. Kristen spared no expense battering Anne wherever she could sending her to the corner in a short few seconds.  Anne was perfectly stuck as Kristen started knocking her head backwards then going to the body and ribs. Anne was a bloody mess, now getting blood on her cleavage and tits. Kristen still wasn't backing out as there was still 30 seconds to go. Jabs and hooks followed by relentless shots at the ribs had Anne gasping for air. Finally a moment of relief as the bell rung to end the match. "Welcome to the club bitch" Kristen smirked as Anne dropped to all fours.

[gene smith]

                                                             Anne Hathaway vs Kristen Bell - Boxing



Anne was pretty confident going into the ring despite it being her first official match in a boxing ring. Her opponent was the more experienced Kristen Bell whom Annie didn't take very seriously. Anne showed up in a white sports bra and black yoga shorts with red gloves. Kristen was wearing a hot pink sports bra and black yoga pants with black gloves.

...

Kristen was beating Annie shutout to shutout every single round and going into the tenth round Anne's confident looks were replaced with bloody nose,mouth and a gash under the eye. Anne's hands were barely up as the bell rung and Kristen went to town one last round before securing her victory. Kristen spared no expense battering Anne wherever she could sending her to the corner in a short few seconds.  Anne was perfectly stuck as Kristen started knocking her head backwards then going to the body and ribs. Anne was a bloody mess, now getting blood on her cleavage and tits. Kristen still wasn't backing out as there was still 30 seconds to go. Jabs and hooks followed by relentless shots at the ribs had Anne gasping for air. Finally a moment of relief as the bell rung to end the match. "Welcome to the club bitch" Kristen smirked as Anne dropped to all fours.

nice job I must say