[WriteThisWay]

Abigail Breslin vs Kiernan Shipka



Kiernan Shipka wanted to brand herself as a dark, brooding, dangerous Scream Queen on the Hollywood fight scene, not just as the American Emma Watson look-a-like. She asked Emma Roberts, whom she knew through their work in The Blackcoat's Daughter, to help her get started and thought the pale, doughy Abigail Breslin would be a perfect opponent to debut against. A small crowd had gathered in the living room of a well known producer to witness the debut.

Instead, she found the thicker young actress to be a powerhouse. Kiernan put up a fight at first, but the bigger girl kept using her size, and especially her tits, to slow the lithe teen down. Finally, stripped naked and sobbing on her back, Kiernan looked up in fear at the large fluffy white hooters above her. Abigail shimmied her melons above the debutante and mocked her saying, "I'm the queen, you're just a screamer." With that, she lowered her bosom over the face of her well beaten opponent and laughed at the screams combing from beneath her fleshy prison. As the last few kicks of the younger actresses feet gave way to complete stillness, the curvy blonde stood up and cupped her big boobs as she addressed one particular member of the audience. "You're next. These are going to put you out the next time we meet."

Ariel Winter rolled her eyes at the taunt and cupped her own big breasts through her top. "Oh please. You've left more drool on my perfect tits than Levi has." As the gathered audience laughed, the young brunette turned on her heel and strode confidently out the door as her blonde rival glared.

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Kat Dennings vs Courtney Stodden



Kat gave a sharp grunt as her back slammed up against the wall, but she was distracted from the pain by her opponent's husky...and exceedingly annoying...chuckle.  "Will you just shut the hell up?" the brunette panted in irritation.

Courtney's response was not verbal, but rather physical, as she suddenly dashed toward her adversary, their chests slamming together as the blonde splashed her lush body like a wrecking ball against the curvaceous form of Dennings.  Stodden then stepped a few feet backward, and as the dazed Kat stumbled forward away from the wall, Courtney crouched down and scooped up her rival across her shoulders.  Carrying Kat to the center of the room, the blonde then began to twirl around and around like a dervish, subjecting Dennings to an airplane spin that had the brunette squealing in panic, her senses reeling as she whirls in circles.

"Not so tough now, are you kitty Kat?" the blonde taunted.

Finally, Stodden dumps her unwilling cargo to the penthouse floor; Kat lands with a heavy thud and a dizzied moan, and she rolled slowly over onto her back.  That was all of the invitation the blonde needed to leap down upon her foe, splashing her body across that of the embattled brunette, the impact pounding desperately-craved air from Kat's lungs.  Sitting astride her victim's belly, Courtney gleefully begins to mauls Kat's breasts, punching, squeezing, slapping and pinching the bare orbs, her very distinctive laugh blending in chaotic harmony with the moans and gasps of Dennings.

Had she wanted to, the blonde could have easily finished off her opponent with a breast smother at this point, but Stodden opts for something a bit out of the ordinary.  Crawling off of her adversary, she grabs the badly stunned Dennings by her dark mane and pulls her up to a seated position, Kat's legs splayed out before her.  From behind, Courtney yanks the brunette's head backward until her face is tilted upward to the ceiling; only then does the blonde drop her DDs down, enveloping Kat's face and cutting off her oxygen, while also allowing Stodden to lift her own face up toward the spectators so she could smile and preen...and, of course, giggle in delight.

Kat's arms flailed without purpose for some thirty seconds, and then fell like leaded weights to her sides, betraying the fact that she was now unconscious.  Courtney released her and let the brunette's upper body keen forward, her face burying itself into the plush carpeting.  Placing a foot upon her beaten foe's back, the victorious blonde's laughter filled the room.

[Ginny38]

Ya really should sort out the names so the pics/story match. Otherwise, it was great!!!!

[jtmatt]

Alexis Ren (21 - 5’8” 128lbs) vs Nina Agdal (26 - 5’9” 121lbs)

It was a battle of incredibly hot and very confident models, both very fit and looking for another victory over a rival model. Meeting on the beach, in bikinis, they worked each other over throughout the brutal fight until Alexis seized control after dazing the Danish beauty with a high kick that landed flush on the side of her head and dropping her to the sand.

The sexy American jumped on top of Nina and began to unload punches looking to put an end to the fight. Overwhelmed and unable to stop the barrage, Agdal was taking a beating and after a fifth or six punch made its way through her defenses, her body relaxed as she was left nearly unconscious. Still sitting on her rival, Alexis raised her hands as she looked down at the groggy Dane, she then stands up and stomps down on Nina’s firm midsection. Agdal’s body convulsed with the blow as she gasped for air and holding her belly trying to ease the new pain. Alexis laughed at the hurt girl and raised her foot for another belly stomp when Nina, using what little energy she had left, lunged up and punched Ren right between legs. Alexis eyes bulged and mouth opened but she didn’t make a sound, her hands went to massage her aching womanhood as she fell to the sand her side.

Nina again searched and found more reserve energy and pushed herself up and crawled over to Alexis, who was still trying to recover from the low blow. Sand and hair stuck to her bloodied face, Agdal climbs on top of the American and begins a ground and pound of her own. Using her left hand to steady the American’s face and then punching with the right, she destroyed Alexis with punch after punch, until the left side of her face was bruised, bleeding and her eye almost swollen shut. The proud American could only muster a weak pathetic whimper with each blow and then tears started to run down from her right eye, she knew there was nothing she could do to stop Agdal. Nina stopped the assault on Alexis’ face and rolled her over on to her belly, she then untied her rival’s bikini top and used it to secure the beaten girl’s wrists and then rolled her back over so all could see her sandy but still perfect rack.

Agdal stood up and got a towel from one of the onlookers and cleaned her battered face up and then returned her attention back to Ren. Nina reached down and lifted Alexis to her feet by her hair, Alexis’ amazing body on display as the super confident America is still visibly sobbing. Nina walks Ren around, leading her by her hair and then decides its time to end things. She puts her hands on Alexis’ shoulders and lifts her knee up into the beaten girl’s womanhood. Ren’s body convulses with the blow that lifted her slightly off the sand momentarily and then she fell face first into the sand, moaning. Nina jumped on her back and smashed Alexis down harder into the sand, grabs blonde trusses and lifts the American’s head, everyone amazed at the sight of the defeated Alexis who’s mouth hung open as blood ran down the side of her sandy face. Agdal then slammed her down and then lifted up, again and again and then grinding the poor girl’s face deep into the sand, suffocating the helpless model. Ren’s legs flailed around aimlessly for less than a minute until she succumbed to the lack of air and passed out. Nina raised her head once more to show off her slumbering rival, rolled Alexis over to her back and walked away battered but victorious.

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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.

[Jackflash Jump]

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

[Jackflash Jump]

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.

[Jackflash Jump]

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.