[Golden Goddess]

Kate Upton VS Hitomi Tanaka

You are a fantastic writer, if I may say so, and this is a great post. It's always fun seeing Kate beaten and humbled by another woman, and you put a great spin on it. <3

[Sandman13]

So good to see you back, Nicole S.! And I enjoyed the ending of the Lindsey/Scarlett story. Scarlett does make a good villainess.

[AKMaster]

Emma Watson (29 - 5'5, 119 lbs) vs Cara Delevingne (26 - 5'8 113 lbs)




Cara certainly enjoyed the last week leading up the fight with Emma Watson. After her friend Selena's humiliating defeat at the hands of Emma, Cara had been eager to teach that overrated witch a lesson. And she certainly enjoyed challenging Emma to a humiliation/submission only match, enjoying the thought of making Emma tap out of humiliation rather than pain. Cara enjoyed the days leading up it, the trash talking and the speculations.

She enjoyed entering the arena with her sexy Puma outfit, eating in the roaring crowd, even as Emma in her pink attire entered the arena as well to equally loud cheers. She enjoyed the match as well, she enjoyed tearing Emma's ugly outfit off, putting her in a stacked camel clutch, a British legspread, a headscssors, and abdominal stretch. She enjoyed taunting Emma as she spanked her ass red, she enjoyed clawing at her womanhood before playing with it, causing Emma to shiver in response and blush with humiliation. What she didn't enjoy however, was Emma tearing off her clothes, putting her in a stretch muffler, a figure 4 leglock, a baby swing bow and arrow, and an armbar. She didn't enjoy the stinkface Emma gave her in the turnbuckle, and her didn't enjoy the throbbing pain of her own red ass that Emma retaliated with.

And she most certainly wasn't enjoying being locked in a matchbook submission hold, her exposed womanhood out to display to the whole crowd. Cara, her body covered in sweat, moaned and her face was bright red with humiliation as she attempted to break free. However Emma had locked her in tight, Cara's legs forced upside down to the floor underneath Emma's legs, with her hands trapped by Emma's feet. Even with Cara's supermodel flexibility, the pain and pressure on her crotch was nearly unbearable as Emma occasionally pulled down at Cara's legs with her hands. Yet after some time, Emma was content to lean back on her arms, brushing her hair with confidence as she let time do its work, while posing for the crowd in her nude form. After a minute of futile resistance from Cara, Emma leaned over and said.

"Well well Cara, I must give you credit. You were just as much fun as Selena!" Emma burst out in laughter at this saying through giggles. "Who am I kidding, both you and Selena are jobbers compared to me! I bet I could take you both on and still win!"

"Fuck you you cocky bitch!" retorted Cara angrily as she attempted to break free again, yet Emma pulled at her legs again, causing another outcry of pain from Cara before Emma loosened the hold saying.

"Now now Cara, manners..." at which Emma started to tiptoe slowly to Cara's womanhood with her fingers. "Why dont you just admit defeat? Before" Emma tip toed her fingers closer. "I" tip toe, "humiliate" tip toe, "you even more tonight!" The idea of being forced to cum in public filled Cara with fear, yet she remained defiant.

"Never Emma! The only one" Cara retorted and continued her struggles anew, "who going to give tonight is you!" Emma contemptuously held off Cara's struggles before giggling, saying.

"Fine by me! As you said earlier..." At which Emma started to massage Cara's womanhood and clit, "the crowd demands a show!" Cara defiance melted slightly in response to Emma's soft hands touching her womanhood, sending shivers of ecstasy throughout her body. Her cheeks burned in pleasure and humiliation at her own words being used against her when she was doing the same to Emma. Yet that aroused her defiance, if Emma could outlast her hands, then she could outlast hers! Biting her lip, Cara retorted.

"Bring it on bitch, I'll break free soon!" At which Emma responded, "with pleasure" and continued to play with Cara's clit, licking her finger a bit before massaging them even more. Cara did what she could to resist and to her credit, she lasted for quite a while. However it soon was becoming unbearable until Emma leaned over her, letting  Cara get a glimpse of her tits, as Emma brought her face to Cara's crotch and started to lick. Cara gasped out in pleasure in response, despite her resistance, it was too unbearable, and desperate to avoid humiliation, Cara cried.

"Enough! I give, you won! Please please please, stop!!! pleaase stop!!" Emma laughed in response and simply replied.

"The crowd demands a show darling!" and Emma dug her face into Cara's womanhood again. Cara gasped no, and desperately tried to resist, but it was hopeless she felt her heart beating faster and faster until finally she screamed.

"Nooooo!!!!" As Emma quickly lifted her face off Cara's womanhood, letting the gates open and drench Cara with her own fluid. Emma laughed in response at Cara's humiliating ecstasy, and contemptuously pulled herself off Cara, leaning over and saying.

"Looks like we now know who the better woman is, isnt that right dear!" as the ref came by and raised her hand in victory. After which she put her foot on Cara's heaving breasts and did a victory pose for the crowd. After a few seconds of this, Emma raised her hands to the crowd saying.

"Now who wants to see me beat both these jobbers at the same time! Make me some noise!"

[Savant]

Jena Malone vs Aubrey Plaza: Endgame

This was it. The moment that Jena had been waiting years for. She lifted up the prone Aubrey by the straps of her one-piece swimsuit and then pulled back her arm, getting ready to fire some fight-winning punches into the chin of her hated brunette rival. Aubrey hung limp, already punch-drunk and helpless….

Jena’s mind drifted back to all the fights the two women had engaged in over the years. It had started back when they were both in college and had not yet broken out as starlets in Hollywood. Although their fights were always closely-contested, Aubrey had the mental edge in the first few years and usually pulled out a victory. This trend had peaked in ne particularly vicious donnybrook, which Aubrey had won with an extended facesit. Jena had gone into complete panic mode as Aubrey stayed planted on her face until the blonde’s reserves of oxygen had been completely depleted. Aubrey just casually examined her fingernails as Jean’s wild bucking had died down and the blonde drifted perilously close to the point of no return. Finally some ringside observers had intervened and pulled off the brunette from her arch enemy.

Although that kind of defeat might easily mentally break a girl for good, it had the opposite effect on Jena. She trained relentlessly to improve her fighting skills and get in the best shape possible. A complacent, arrogant Aubrey failed to keep pace and stated paying the price for that in their subsequent fights. Jena was a little quicker, a little more skilled and determined to beat up Aubrey.

Jena’s kicking skills improved in particular and she used her long legs to tag Aubrey over and over with kicks to the gut, to the ribs, to the thighs and…once she was sufficiently slowed down…kicks to the brunette’s face.

Once Aubrey was sufficiently woozy, Jena started punching the lights out of the brunette, firing lusty rights, lefts, jabs and uppercuts until she had broken Plaza’s nose and watered her eyes. Once she had chopped Aubrey down onto her back, Jena straddled her, which is where we came in. Jena lingered for another few seconds, enjoying the moment, before a vicious right cross into Aubrey’s jaw, breaking it.

“ohhhhh….” Aubrey sighed, as Jena pumped her fist and shouted out “YES!” in triumph.

Aubrey spilled back onto the floor, flat on her back, her arms sprawled over her head.

Jena was far from finished though. Still straddling Aubrey, she turned around so that she was facing the brunette’s feet. She then wrapped up Aubrey’s neck in a reverse figure four headscissors. The effect of the hold was to clamp python-like pressure around the brunette’s neck, while pushing her face right up to the edge of the blonde’s pert backside.

“unghhhh….unghhhh…” Aubrey groaned. The pressure was so intense it brought her right up to the edge of passing out. Jena would look over her shoulder periodically to enjoy the sights of the brunette’s struggles. The rest of the time, she just looked straight-ahead, smiling and content. She would rock side to side every now and then to put some further pressure on Plaza.

Once she had thoroughly rung out the brunette, Jena escalated things to the next logical step by transitioning from the reverse figure four to a simple facesit. She pressed her full weight onto Aubrey’s face, wiggling her ass onto the brunette’s broken nose.

“There. How do you like it, huh Aubrey?” said Jena, triumphantly, referring to the long facesit she had been subjected to by her brunette archrival. “Not so fun when you can’t breathe, huh? Not so fun when your whole world goes black and there’s nothing you can do about it. Are you enjoying having my ass in your face, Aubrey? Are you sorry you took this match? I bet you are!”

Aubrey could only moan in reply. Her remaining strength was completely snuffed out of her. Her long legs went limp, her eyes closed. Jena had completely destroyed her longtime enemy. The only question now was how long that Jena would continue sitting on her face. It was all up to the blonde now.

[MisterSteel]

So I wrote this matchup a bit ago but since it got lost when my account was deleted, I decided to rewrite it, albeit as a smaller story for this thread. Enjoy and keep up the fantastic work, my peeps!
Kate Upton VS Hitomi Tanaka

If you were interested, I actually saved your original story of Kate vs Hitomi. I found it to be great inspiration for my Tit-Fight Sim.

[MisterSteel]

Apparently when you delete your profile on FCF, your posts are erased from the board.  To give you a sense of just how much Nicole S contributed to this thread, we've just lost 7 pages worth of postings from here. 

I actually just calculated it. There are 15 posts per page and a loss of 7 pages would mean, let's see... carry the two... divide by zero... convert metric to imperial... factor in cup sizes...
IT'S OVER 100!

105 posts removed from this board alone to be exact. Now while one or two per page may have just been commentary we can't discount the presence of compound stories (multiple stories per post).

[jdo90]

January Jones vs Anna Kendrick



"What's wrong, sweetie? Are you having some trouble catching your breath?"

Anna Kendrick's question was rhetorical, of course. The spunky brunette didn't expect an answer from her opponent. After all, her opponent was January Jones. Jones was an opponent whom, according to Kendrick's pre-match diatribe, "shouldn't be allowed out of the retirement home. She might fall and break a hip. Or she might get lost trying to drive to the arena." Anna didn't expect a reply because she may have spoken too softly. She leans in a bit closer to her older opponent, "You may wanna turn your hearing aid up! I said ARE YOU HAVING TROUBLE BREATHING?" Anna spoke slowly, loudly drawing out every syllable."She must have forgotten her hearing aid!" chimed in a buoyant voice from outside of the ring. As usual, Anna is joined at ringside by her faction teammates Brittany Snow and Anna Camp. The Bellas always traveled in a pack, ensuring that whomever they faced, their team members would have an advantage. Anna laughs at Brittany and playfully slaps her shoulder, "Or maybe she forgot her dentures!" Anna giggles, causing all three Bellas to break into hysterical laughter. Anna was intent on proving that January needed to retire from Celebrity Catfighting. She claimed that the older actress was holding back younger, better, more attractive talent. Kendrick took her statements a step forward by copying January's patent attire: a black leather jacket, with no bra, and matching black skirt. Brittany Snow and Anna Camp joined in on the fun as well, matching their leader.

"How did I let this happen?" January Jones thought to herself. The blonde actress had been trying desperately to unseat the short brunette. She would twist and buck her hips but every time Jones tried to re-position herself, Anna would press her tits down, burying January's face even further into her cleavage. "I think this outfit looks so much better on me! It's really not meant for the elderly." Anna simpers, basking in the sensation of January's gasping mouth sliding across her bare flesh. January felt herself fading fast, she needed a way out, and she needed it quickly. Jones, with tears welling in her eyes, stopped thrashing, she fell completely limp underneath Anna. The two Bellas at ringside cheer and clap while their leader rises up from her foe. "Ref, would you do be a dear and count this bitch out?" Anna smirks, rising to her feet and stepping on January's breasts as the ref counts, One... Two.. Th... January's hand suddenly grabs Anna's thin ankle and jerks her leg, forcing the bewildered Bella leader to fall flat on her ass! The crowd erupts with joy and the Bellas look on in shock as January pushes herself upright. Anna gets to her feet but is immediately met with a clothesline, dropping her back to the mat. Each time Anna rises, January bulldozes her back down. Anna writhes in pain, clutching her sore chest. The Bellas, realizing their leader is in trouble, go into action.

It's a simple routine, Anna Camp jumps on the apron and distracts the ref, while Brittany sneaks up and attacks the opponent from behind. Once Brittany is safely out of the ring, Anna Camp allows the ref to divert his attention back to the fight. While Jones snatches Kendrick up by her hair, Camp climbs onto the apron, successfully distracting the ref. Brittany slides in, runs up and leads in the air, kicking both of her feet towards Jones' back. But, to Brittany's surprise, Jones moves at the last moment. Brittany instead slams her boots straight into Kendrick's tits, crushing her boobs against her chest. Anna squeals and collapses face-first to the mat, clutching her partially exposed breasts. Brittany, realizing what she's done, scurries over to her friend's side, apologizing to her. But once Brittany feels a hand grab a hold of her hair, her demeanor quickly transforms from remorseful to fearful. Jones hauls the pleading Bella to her feet, punts her in the stomach and shoves her head between her legs. January scoops up Snow and slams her back down with an ring-shaking powerbomb! Brittany's limbs lifelessly twitch, her body convulsing from the jarring impact, allowing January to easily rip the skirt and jacket off of the scheming diva's petite body. Miss Snow, now only clad in a delicate, lace-covered, white thong, is tossed head-first into Anna Camp, sending the two outclassed Bellas back outside of the ring, their firm bodies piled together in a heap.

Anna Kendrick, seeking an opportunity, sneaks up behind Jones and leaps onto her back. The spunky brunette wraps her legs around January's waist and her arms around her neck, putting the blonde in a sleeper hold! Jones takes a step back, causing Anna's lips curl in a sinister grin. Kendrick tightens her hold, forcing January to backtrack further. Each retreating step January would take, Anna's smile would grow wider. Step-after-step January stumbled backwards until, finally, Anna screamed; not from joy, not from annoyance. No, she screamed from January slamming her backwards into the corner. Anna's petite, slender frame was crushed between January and the unforgiving steel turnbuckle. January steps away from the corner, allowing Kendrick to collapse to the mat. Jones drags Anna across the mat, to the center of the ring, and straddles the dazed woman's waist.

January looked down at her rival's glazed over eyes and smiled. She didn't boast, didn't brag, she didn't even make sure Anna was cognizant of her situation. Jones simply removed her jacket, unveiling her voluptuous C-cup tits to the crowd. Giving her shoulders a slight shimmy, Jones leans forward, cupping the back of Anna's head, and shoved the snobby bitch's face straight into her tits. As soon as Kendrick's face contacts the sweaty skin on Jones' breasts, she stomps her feet and screams, indicating that she is, in fact, very aware of her current situation. Jones grins from ear-to-ear, enjoying the sensation of Anna Kendrick's screams reverberating against her mountains of flesh. Her breasts easily engulf Anna's face and quickly cuts off her oxygen. After several seconds, Anna's limbs go limp. Jones peels her tits off of her slumbering rival and hooks her leg for the three count.

Jones is declared the winner and has her arm hoisted by the referee. Once the older blonde is finished posing for the cheering crowd she stands over her unconscious rival. "That outfit doesn't do you any favors. You see, you actually need tits to pull this look off.... sweetie. January bends down and rips off the brunette's jacket, exposing her breasts. The older blonde proceeds to strip off Anna's skirt, then her black, skimpy panties and even her shoes, not stopping until Kendrick is completely nude. Cameras flash, creating a strobe light effect throughout the raucous arena. January squats down and whispers in Anna's ear, "Next time you run your mouth about me, I won't be so nice. This was nothing."  January tosses her jacket over her shoulder and struts out of the ring, leaving Anna Kendrick's naked, demoralized body sprawled on the sweat-soaked canvas of the ring and Brittany Snow and Anna Camp piled up like garbage on the outside.

[AKMaster]

Sorry for the delay, life gets in the way as  you know. I'm proud to present Eva Green vs Kate Upton. Enjoy.

Eva Green (38, 5'6, 117 lbs) vs Kate Upton (26, 5'10, 150 lbs)



Grunts and moans of effort could be heard across the apartment, as the livestream fight between Eva Green and Kate Upton was coming to a close. It had all started because Eva had grown jealous of Kate and wanted to put her in her place, and so challenged her to submission/knockout fight. Kate had been equally determined not to be shown up by as she put it, a "wash up cougar" accepted it and both of them arrived to the match in their respective attire. The viciousness that followed shocked even some of the chat viewers, as neither woman was afraid to use every dirty trick in the book, and soon both were stripped naked and covered in claw marks and sweat. Kate's size made up for her lack of experience compared to Eva's long years of fighting and it was unclear throughout who would win between

All of which cumulated in the highly anticipated tit fight in the middle of the living area, as both woman claimed their girls the superior, Eva and Kate's arms wrapped around each other in a standing bearhug as their girls fought for supremacy. Both woman were exhausted at this point, and both knew that whoever won would likely be the victor and as a result both put their last efforts into hugging the other tighter.

"I've got you now little girl!" taunted Eva, "Do you know how many woman have lost to me this way?" Kate gave a pained laugh in response saying.

"Well, good thing I'm not most woman!" At which Kate squeezed even harder, emitting a small groan from Eva as she grunted and retaliated saying.

"We'll see about that." And for several minutes, the woman continued to via against one another, as the chat eagerly awaited. However to Eva's horror, she started to find herself outclassed, her breasts slowly yet surely getting enveloped by Kate's. Kate knew this as well, and slowly a wicked smile grew on her face and she doubled her efforts, to the moans of Eva saying.

"Whats this? Is the cougar finding herself outclassed?"

"Fuck you whore!" retorted Eva, though she knew that Kate was right and soon her girls would be complete squashed, despite her efforts. Well that wont do, Eva thought to herself, and with sudden desperation, she let go of the bear hug and clawed at Kate's ass. Kate smile turned to shock and pain as Eva's nails dug into her cheeks and with a final ditch of effort, Eva shockingly lifted Kate off her feet for a desperate second or two and slammed her back into a nearby table. Kate opened her mouth in a wordless scream as she let go of Eva, who already struggling to lift the bigger Kate, let Kate flop to the floor in a momentous heat. Dead tired, Eva slumped shortly after and both woman laid their for a minute or two, trying to recover and claim victory.

Unfortunately for Kate however, Eva was able to recover faster, as she rose slowly to her knees and crawled to the moaning Kate. Her breasts too battered from the fight, Eva decided to use her other but shadowed asset to win, and proceeded to push Kate on her back. Once done, Eva crawled to Kate and pinned her arms beneath her legs before, sitting on Kate's face, while holding down Kate's legs with arms. Suddenly cut off from oxygen, Kate efforts suddenly sprang to life, as she desperately attempt to push Eva off.

"Nooo, get off me!!!' muffled Kate, but it was to no avail, as she was too tired at this point to overcome her. Smiling at Kate's futile efforts, Eva took one hand and clawed at one of Kate's breasts, emitting more muffled screams from Kate who efforts got slower and slower, until finally she was still. Giving Kate's tits a few more squeezes to make sure she was out for the count, Eva smugly, yet exhaustingly pulled herself off the sweaty face of Kate as she slumbered. Lifting Kate's hand up once and then twice, Eva confirmed what she had known saying to the camera on her knees.

"Looks like "cougar" got her prey!" At which Eva herself up and did a victory pose before the camera, before turning it off, for her night with Kate.

[jdo90]

Zoey Deutch vs Aubrey Plaza


"Mmm... mmmMMHHMMM MMMMMMPHHHH!"

"Shhhh...shh shh shh.... There, there.... it's okay," Aubrey coos in a motherly tone, patting Zoey's soft hair. "Now, what's all this fuss about?" Plaza pouts her lips and reaches down, causing Zoey to flinch back. "Awww... it's okay, sweetie. Everything will be fine." Aubrey brushes her thumb across Zoey's flushed cheeks, tenderly wiping away her tears, "The bad part is all over. Now we can have fun. Doesn't that sound good?"

"MMMPHH," Zoey replies by shaking her head and drumming her bare feet on the soft, plush carpet of the private estate. She lacked the energy to even attempt to buck off Aubrey, whom currently straddled her slender waist. "This just can't be happening. She can't beat me... not like this," Deutch thought to herself, wondering exactly how someone 10 years her elder could so easily dominate her like this.

The FCC, Female Celebrity Championship, had requested Zoey to fight Aubrey in a lingerie catfight, a battle that would take place at the owner's mansion. Miss Deutch thought it would be a quick way to make a name for herself, and pick up a much needed win. Alas, the naive actress carelessly wandered straight into Aubrey's clutches and soon found herself stripped nude, flat on her back and at the mercy of the wily veteran.

Aubrey had completely broken the poor girl. Once she removed Deutch's bra, she began working on her tits, groping, clawing and squeezing the sensitive flesh with uninhibited glee. Her manicured fingernails were like talons, ripping and clawing the young actress' pert breasts until they were covered in claw marks. Zoey's sobbing grew to be too much for Aubrey's ears to handle. After several warnings to quiet down, Plaza ripped off Zoey's underwear, -- a delicate, low-cut, pink, cotton panty with elegant white lace trim, -- and shoved the balled-up undergarment inside Zoey's shrieking mouth, effectively muting her horrified screams. With her opponent gagged, Plaza continued shredding into Deutch until she was hysterically sobbing and convulsing in pain. And now, with Zoey broken, Aubrey moved on to the next stage of her attack. "Trust me," Aubrey grins down at Zoey with a lustful gaze, "you're gonna love this! I promise," Aubrey winks and slowly kisses Deutch's neck.

Zoey's eyes widen with fear and her body jerks from the sensual prodding of Aubrey's warm tongue dancing from her neck down to her battered chest. With a sly smile, Plaza lowers her mouth over Zoe's tits, taking the trapped girl's nipple in her mouth, slowly sucking it and darting her tongue across the pink areola surrounding her nipple. Aubrey moved from Zoey's right tit to her left, ensuring that both received an equal tongue-bath. The cunning brunette felt Zoey's pert, young body stiffen and quake with excitement. The older actress slid her hand down Zoey's stomach, inching her fingers down until they nestled in the warm, inviting folds of her shaven vagina. With her mouth nustling Zoey's tit, Aubrey goes to work, rhythmically sliding her fingers inside Zoey, rubbing her clit before sliding back inside her warm, slick walls.

Zoey involuntarily thrust her hips back against Aubrey's probing fingers. She shook her head, mentally trying to fight it. Plaza rose her head up, popping the pale tit out of her mouth, "Don't fight it. Just lay back and take it... slut." Plaza stared deep in Zoey's bewildered eyes, knowing that she couldn't control herself.

Zoey began breathlessly gasping into her panties, the feeling of ecstasy overwhelming her. The 24-year-old's underwear-muffled panting and moans grew in pitch until, finally, her body jolted and a wave orgasmic euphoria washed over her. Aubrey removed her fingers and wiped them across Zoey's nostrils. "That was fun, I hope you enjoyed yourself... because now it's my turn," Plaza winks and slides forward, hovering her black lace panty-clad crotch directly over Zoey's nose. Aubrey hooks her thumb into the crotch panel, pulling it aside and unveiling her aroused, shaven pussy, allowing Zoey to stare at her impending fate. Aubrey, without a word, drops her soaked crotch upon her rival's mortified, anguished features and begins riding her. With several thrusts and a few breathy, sensual moans, Aubrey erupts. She gives her hips a few final thrusts, scrubbing her herself against the slick features of her grimacing rival, before posing on top of her throne, smirking at the applauding audience.

[Jackflash Jump]

Bindi Irwin vs Chloe Grace Moretz



The sound of the blow cracked off of sweat-soaked skin, echoing through the penthouse room, followed immediately after by a sharp grunt of pain.  It then repeated, except this time it was another voice that exclaimed in disturbance.

Bindi and Chloe stood facing one another, trading knife hand chops to their chests.  Over the course of this long and grueling brawl, the two battlers had long since lost their bikini tops, so with each impact their breasts bounced wildly in protest.  The skin of their chests glowed a violent shade of red, and there was no doubt that in the next few days to come, both beauties would be sporting ugly purple bruises at the delta of their cleavage that will prohibit any low-cut décolletage.

Again and again they traded chops, their eyes growing glazed as the exertion and abuse drained their waning strength.  But then suddenly, drawing upon some deep well of power, Bindi let loose with a savage roar, and began to deliver a flurry of chops.  Chloe seemed to begin to wither under the barrage, stumbling backward and unable to respond in kind.  If the Aussie could only maintain her offensive, victory might well be hers in but a few more moments.

But the American blonde wasn’t about to succumb to defeat just yet.  In an act of desperation, her hands flew up and her nails flashed, raking across Irwin’s deep brown eyes.  Bindi let loose a shriek and, momentarily blinded, reeled away.  She rubbed her knuckles at her eyes in a frantic effort to restore her vision, while Chloe took advantage of these few precious seconds to try and catch her breath and rally her own second wind.  And then the blonde lunged at her rival, snaring her from behind with a Full Nelson.

Gasping and mewling, the Australian struggled to pull free, but to no avail.  Her harms laced up under those of her adversary, and her fingers locked behind Irwin’s head, Chloe poured on the pressure, subjecting Bindi’s shoulders and neck to grinding pain.  Their bodies glistened as they panted as one, each pushing herself beyond the limits of her endurance. 

Astonishingly, it appeared as if Bindi were at last on the verge of powering out of the hold.  She quite likely would have…had Moretz been so accommodating as to continue to apply it.  Instead the blonde suddenly executed a surprising move:  Still applying her Full Nelson, Chloe leapt up, wrapping her legs around the Aussie’s waist, and letting her weight drag the two of them down to the floor.  Bindi landed on her butt, her tail bone taking the full impact, sending a paralyzing shiver up her spine.  That gave Moretz the precious moments she needed to lock her ankles, while simultaneously releasing her Nelson and instead using her arms to apply a Sleeper hold!

“CRIKEY!  NOOOOOOOO!” Bindi wailed as she thrashed in the dual grasps of her rival, her hands clutching haplessly at the limbs tightening around her head, the pressure inhibiting the flow of blood to her brain.  She rolled from side to side, frantic to somehow break free, but she was doomed prey in the coils of a python.  Chloe’s legs tightened around Irwin’s waist like steel bands; swiftly enough, Bindi’s movements grew sluggish and her glassy eyes began to roll up behind fluttering lids.  A pathetic whimpering moan escaped between the lips of the Aussie as she realized her defeat was imminent.  Swallowing her pride, the barely-conscious Irwin began to tap the arm of her tormentor, signaling her surrender.  But Chloe refused to accept the submission, her face twisted into a leering smirk as she squeezed her opponent into darkness, knocking Bindi out.

As Irwin’s lush body went slack, Moretz released her hold and shoved the dead weight of her slumbering foe off and rolled her onto her back.  The blonde then rose up, planted a foot on the heaving chest of the beaten beauty, and flexed her arms in a pose of absolute victory.

[wheelman]

Love Chloe! Such a tenacious little hellcat.

[Susanoom]

I adore!

[Jackflash Jump]

MINKA KELLY vs KALEY CUOCO



Pressing her palms to the floor, Kaley started to push herself up.  But that effort was thwarted as Minka suddenly sat down hard on the blonde’s back, flattening Cuoco into the plush carpeting with a heavy grunt.    The dark-haired hellion hands then slipped around either side of her opponent's jaw, her index fingers slipping into the corners of the blonde's mouth, pulling Cuoco's head up and back while fishhooking her mouth, her lips stretched into a grim rictus, which was on full view to the elite spectators seated in their leather chairs.  "Smile pretty for the nice people," Minka purrs.  "And show them how happy you are that I'm kicking you ass!"

The blonde growled in response, her hands clutching at the wrists of her tormentor.  But what pained her the most was the truth in Kelly's words...she had been kicking Kaley's ass thus far.  Nothing the blonde attempted seemed to work, as she was thwarted again and again by her adversary.  What Cuoco didn't know what that Minka had spent many weeks preparing for this match.  Videos of these celebrity catfights were forbidden, but the brunette spoke with plenty of other women who had fought Kaley in the past, probing them for details of the blonde's style, her strength, her weaknesses.  By the time these two finally met tonight in the penthouse, Minka was an expert in Kaley Cuoco, and she used that knowledge to her full advantage.

Kaley may not have known this, but what she did know was that unless she could somehow turn the match around, she was done for.  And just the thought of Minka's smirk made the very thought of losing to her intolerable.  And so, with a warrior's bellow, the blonde suddenly and unexpectedly rolled to her side, throwing her tormentor off and breaking her hold.  Cuoco then quickly rolled the opposite way, putting distance between the two before she rolled up to her hands and knees.  Kelly began to scramble to get back up to her feet, but now the blonde launched herself from her crouched position, driving her shoulder hard into Minka's belly as she wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist, Cuoco's feet digging into the plush carpeting, driving her opponent backward until Kelly's back slammed up against the wall, drawing a pained grunt from her.

Eyes blazing with fury, her sun-kissed skin dappled with sweat, Kaley next threw a backhand chop to her adversary's chest that set her 32C's bouncing wildly, threatening to flop out of their halter cups.  The blow leaves the brunette panting and momentarily stunned, which provides Cuoco with all of the time she needs to grab her rival by her tangled mane of hair and drag her stumbling to the center of the room.  there, she steps behind Minka, presses herself against her opponent's back, and with a self-satisfied smile begins to snake her arms around the brunette's head.

Suddenly, erupting back to life, Minka reaches up and grabs the startled Kaley's by her golden tresses, and an instant later Kelly drops down to the floor on her butt, yanking her adversary down with her.  The result is Kaley's chin smashing into Minka's shoulder with her full weight behind the blow.  As the brunette releases her hold on Cuoco's hair in the same instant as impact, the force throws the blonde backward like a ragdoll.  She starfishes on the floor, glassy eyes gazing with scant comprehension at the ceiling above.  Crawling over to her splayed rival, the brunette climbs atop Kaley, setting the delta of her womanhood over Kaley's face as she applies a front facesit.  Cuoco squirms feebly, giving pitiful muffled moans, but she is now too spent to truly resist. 

Brushing damp strands of hair away from her face, Minka says, "Standing Sleeperhold...you used that against Shay Mitchell, Erica Durance and Nikki Cox.  I read your book, bitch!"  The brunette's extensive studies had paid off handsomely, as she had just the right countermove ready, one which the now-slumbering Kaley never saw coming.

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Olivia Holt vs Amandla Stenberg



The two bikini-clad beauties grunted as their bodies strained against one another in a test of strength, rivulets of perspiration glistening across their flesh.  Suddenly, Olivia raises her right leg and brings it down sharply, the ball of her foot stomping down upon Amandla's toes, causing her to shriek in sudden pain.  Breaking free of their mutual grasp, Holt dips her knees and pulls her startled opponent across her shoulders, straightening up with a fireman's carry.  The blonde then begins to turn around and around, subjecting her unwilling cargo to an Airplane Spin.  Stenberg howls in panic as her senses reel and she's left dizzy from the whirling.

But even as she stops her spin, Olivia does not release her adversary; instead the blonde gives a banshee's wail and suddenly rushes full-tilt toward the wall of the penthouse wall.  At the last instant she leans forward, throwing Amandla forward, and the bronze-skinned beauty takes the full brunt of the impact, which is so forceful the drywall shatters.  Stenberg collapses to the floor in a heap, her body covered with the chalky dust of the destroyed wall, and she moans as she struggles to remain conscious.  Unsympathetic to her rival's dire straits, Holt grabs Amandla by the ankle and drags her supple body to the center of the room, laying her on her back.

Dropping to her knees, the blonde then climbs atop her adversary, facing the lower half of her body.  Holt clamps her thighs around Stenberg's head, locking her ankles in a Reverse Headscissors.  Meantime, her fingers sink into the soft inner thighs of the embattled beauty, applying clawholds to the tender muscles.  Amandla screeches from the dual agonies, her eyes wide with dismay.  Her face, cradled between the steely peach thighs of her oppressor, darkens from the crushing pressure.  Unable to withstand the torment any longer, Stanberg whines "I give!  I give!", her hand frantically tapping at the leg of her foe.  But Olivia isn't interested in a submission.  She pours every last dreg of her remaining strength into her legs, and soon enough, she hears the pitiful sigh that signals that her opponent has passed out from the anguish.

Triumphantly, Holt rises up and places a foot upon the heaving chest of the demolished battler, beaming a smug smile as she basks in the applause of the spectators.

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Uh oh, looks like we've lost Nicole S again.