[Lookout!]

So that is my debut story! I hope you all like it and I'll definitely make more soon. Obviously I'm inspired by the work of some authors here and on other catfight story boards (Jackflash, Nicole S, Ginny, The Walking Dude are a few that come to mind, but there's bound to be more I'm missing off the top of my head). It saddens me that Nicole S is gone as I loved reading her stories - she used a lot of girls that we just don't see enough love for here - but hopefully one day she comes back or at the very least is doing well! I love writing shorts little write-ups so this topic is super interesting to me, so expect more stuff from me soon. Anyway, less talking, more writing, so catch you all on the flip side!

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Just wanted to weigh in and tell you what a spectacular job you did with your debut - there are so many talented writers on here to inspire you and looks like you can join the ranks of all of the amazing writers on here, with your initial two (2) stories looking pretty fantastic!!   I enjoyed them both immensely and especially Sophia/Jenna, as that is a rivalry that we've seen a number of times in the FCBA, so glad to see it explored here in another venue as well.   Definitely looking forward to more stories from you in the future and hope to see what creative stories we see from you next.  Glad to have you as part of this wonderful writing community!!

[Savant]

Candace Lerae vs Dakota Kai: Grudge Match

Tensions had been brewing backstage between Candace Lerae and Dakota Kai for months. They finally exploded when Candace discovered text message between Dakota and Candice’s husband, Johnny Gargano, The two had been fooling around behind Candice’s back!

After beating the crap out of her husband, Candice challenged Dakota to a no-holds barred, no time limit match at the next taping of NXT. The winner would be determined by either submission or KO.

“I am going to kick your Kiwi ass!” Candace promised. “And when I’m done I am going to knock you out in the world’s most devastating breast smother and humiliate you in front of the entire world!”

“Ha! You wish blondie,” replied Dakota. “Everyone knows I am the better wrestler and now your husband has proven who the better woman is. Not only will I beat you, I will strip your top off when I am done!”

An enraged Candace lunged at Dakota but other NXT wrestlers stepped in and pulled the two hellcats apart.

 

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Fight night came so enough and both ladies showed up ready to fight in their ring gear and their fists taped. It was an unusual match since both women were likeable and considered “faces” and fans were not sure who to root for, although Candace was clearly the wronged party in this case.

The two wrestlers bounced up and down on the balls of their feet and shook their limbs eager to settle their feud as soon as the bell rang.

Candace came roaring out like a bat out of fire, aiming a clothesline for Dakota but missing. She then tried to fire punches at the New Zealander but the brunette dodged those two. Both women were highly skilled wrestlers but Dakota was a little quicker and Canadace’s attacks were a little clumsy in her eagerness to hurt Dakota.

As a result a result the blonde tired herself out a little swinging wildly and missing over and over.

The match eventually turned into more of a chain wrestling contest with Candace and Dakota applying and the reversing arms bars, headlocks, scissor holds, full nelsons and wrist locks. Whenever Candace got the advantage she would apply maximum torque to her submission holds, trying to hurt Dakota as much as possible.

At one point, she trapped Dakota in an excruciating camel clutch, pulling back violently on the Kiwis’s neck and casing excruciating pain to the brunette’s lower back. Dakota gasped in pain.

“Now I’ve got you, you bitch” Candace seethed.

Dakota’s eyes closed tightly in pain and she whimpered but inch by inch she managed to make her way to the ropes, and bucking her way free, roll under them.

Candace chased after her but was met with a stiff kick to the jaw that dropped her like a rock!

Dakota picked Candace up by a handful of hair and threw her back in the ring. Kai then went on a kicking rampage. She snapped off a dozen kicks to Candace’s chest and stomach. Once she had winded the blonde she threw her into a corner of the ring. Dakota then backed up to the opposite end of the squared circle. She ran at top speed around almost the entire ring before launching a flying knee strike into Candace’s jaw! The impact was devastating and Candace pooled into a boneless ragdoll.

It was then the Dakota show for the next 10 minutes of the match as Dakota the Kicking Machine kept pounding on Candace. It ended with a top rope splash that absolutely flattened Candace.

Even though she was ostensibly the villain in this match, the crowd got fully behind the Kiwis thanks to her fast-paced, impactful style.

Instead of covering Candace for the pin, she bounced up onto her feet and opened her arms, basking in the applause from the crowd. She then wiped her hands, gesturing that her work here was done.

She grabbed Candace again by her hair and lifted her up to her wobbly legs, setting her up for a suplex.

However, out of the blue, Candace winded back and fired a devastating right cross to Dakota’s jaw, reminiscent of Lacey’s Evan’s finisher, the Woman’s Right!

Instantly Dakota was knocked out cold. A dazed Candace barely realized what she had done. She fell on top of Dakota and waited for the three count.

 

The ref reminded Candace that there was no ins in this match, it was Kos or submissions only.

“Oh yeah,” said the dazed blonde.

She then crawled on top of Dakota before stuffing her sweaty breasts over Dakota’s face.

 “I…I…told you this is how it would end, you slut,” Candace said, smiling.

Dakota gradually woke up as her oxygen was cut off. She then started jerking in a panicky motion. Candace rode out the twitching, making sure to keep her chest pressing onto Dakota’s breathing passages.

“No escape…” Candace murmured.

Dakota was in full panic now. She tried twisting and turning but Candace had her pinned too firmly and her head was still ringing from that haymaker that had ended the match.

“Can’t breathe! Can’t breathe!” said a muffled Dakota from beneath Candace.

The blonde smiled.

Eventually Dakota started seeing spots and her mind gradually drifted to black…Her body relaxed and became a plaything for Candace.

 

 

“Candace! Candace, you have to let her go!” said the ref.

“Fuck off, this bitch slept with my man,” said Candace. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Candace, stop, she can’t breathe!”

“I know. That’s the point idiot!” the blonde responded.

The crowd started booing lustily as the blonde tortured her victim. Finally a handful of other referees came into the ring and peeled Candace off her victim.

An utterly destroyed Dakota lay in the middle of the ring, barely breathing. Her arms splayed out. Her eyes closed, her face clammy with tit sweat, a line of drool dribbling out of one corner of her open mouth.

[Golden Goddess]

Sofia Vergara VS Selena Gomez

Love this. There isn't enough Sofia Vergara stuff on the forums. <3

[Jackflash Jump]

A triumphant debut, Molly!  I love your work, and I can't wait to read more of it...hopefully often!  Welcome to our merry band!   

[Maizenblue]

Love the wrestler story Savant. Would love to see more WWE wrestlers like Alexa Bliss get dominated

[Savant]

Thank you!

[Lookout!]

Thank you, sir. I read the Sophie/Jenna stories on the FCBA and that's what inspired me! There's so many good matchups on there that need more representation. I'm glad you enjoyed and I look forward to sharing more.
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That is awesome - if our board played any part in inspiring you to write or even just that one bout, then that is well worth it.   There are so many spectacular matchups and stories that need to be told, such as the aforementioned bouts or your recent Sofia/Selena bout, which was a whole lot of fun.   Glad to see you get the Spanish dialogue in there to make it a little more authentic and exciting!   Hope to see more of your awesome work in the future and of course, if you ever want to write any for the FCBA, just send me an e-mail and I'd be happy to work that out with you.   Keep up the great, great work and keep sharing these creative bouts!! 

[Jackflash Jump]

Well now, this is just all kinds of magnificent.   

Michelle Trachtenberg VS Jennifer Lawrence

[Jimi]

So that is my debut story! I hope you all like it and I'll definitely make more soon. Obviously I'm inspired by the work of some authors here and on other catfight story boards (Jackflash, Nicole S, Ginny, The Walking Dude are a few that come to mind, but there's bound to be more I'm missing off the top of my head). It saddens me that Nicole S is gone as I loved reading her stories - she used a lot of girls that we just don't see enough love for here - but hopefully one day she comes back or at the very least is doing well! I love writing shorts little write-ups so this topic is super interesting to me, so expect more stuff from me soon. Anyway, less talking, more writing, so catch you all on the flip side!

Nice work!! We def need more Sophia on here. Loved it.

[NicoleS]

Max VS Penny: Shower Showdown!



Max grunted as she hit the wall of the shower cubical, shaking the entire enclosure as Penny pressed her back against the cold ceramic tiles. Max let out a moan as the frigid texture attached itself to her skin, sending a shiver up her spine that made it easier for the blonde to wrest control of the match. Before this turn, it had seemed as if the two voluptuous waitresses were simply too evenly matched for a true one-sided contest to occur. Both embattled beauties had grown nervous that the battle would end without a victor, if not for a sporadic hook to the blonde's chin that gave Max the brief reprieve that she needed to ultimately put a pin in this grueling battle. Penny stumbled back like she were involved in a skit, smacking her back against the floor as the flooding shower  floor betrayed her motor functions.

Penny sluggishly attempted to climb back up to her feet, but a sudden kick to the stomach courtesy of Max was all that was needed to take advantage of the blonde's uneven weight distribution. The Californian fell to the ground with a splash of water. Penny's face was blasted by the shower, further disorienting her as she watched Max's hazy silhouette come to loom over her, the only real distinguishable features being the vixen's huge glossy globes. Moving with a speed that caused her unrestrained mountains to bounce quite heavily, Max climbed atop her opponent and pinned her wrists to the floor. As she grapevined the blonde's legs to prevent her from breaking free, the New Yorker then did what she did best: lowering her magnificent breasts, she engulfed the face of her helpless opponent in an airtight smother!

"Come on, sugar tits, give up! You know my girls are too much for you!" Max demanded as she laid on the smother, trapping the blonde beneath her shiny whoppers as the sheer weight of them kept Penny's head to the tiles. "Not even in a billion years--MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!" Penny grunted loudly in response, the end of her sentence lost to the prolific bosom of her most hated adversary.

The possibility of being once again snuffed out by Max's rack filled her with dread... but she refused to give in even as her face began to turn a shade of purple. Briefly, Max lifted her 34DDs and held them mere inches over Penny's water-soaked face. At least, that's what Max thought. In truth, it was sweat-soaked, with a tiny side of tears that stained her cheeks. Max leaned down after taking in her opponent's strained features, once again dropping her wrecking balls over the hapless blonde's face before Penny could gulp down too much air back into her lungs. Penny hated nothing more than losing to a breast smother, and the full-figured New Yorker damn well knew it.

Max's smirk grew as Penny came closer to succumbing to the brunette's smother - from the former's view, she could see only the blonde's snapped-shut eyelids, the rest of her reddened face obscured by the brunette's massive twins. Penny's squirming grew weaker, until at last she was barely moving save for a few spastic twitches. At risk of losing consciousness, Penny soon offered her submission, smacking Max's thighs until the brunette at last took pity on her. Max slowly stood up on wobbly legs, leaving the blonde sprawled out beneath the still-running water, deflated in both spirit and body by the east coast champion. Max planted a foot upon her conquest's heaving bosom, another victory for the Brooklyn brawler.

"Time sure does fly doesn't it?" she whispered to her foe as she stepped out of the shower, taking with her Penny's bra as she left the communal, her huge breasts swaying with each step as she earned the attention of every woman she passed.

[Jackflash Jump]

As far as I'm concerned, Max and Penny make for an endless array of fantastic confrontations...particularly when Nicole unleashes her muse on them. 

[User1]

As far as I'm concerned, Max and Penny make for an endless array of fantastic confrontations...particularly when Nicole unleashes her muse on them. 

Not too much confrontations, as Penny has proud tits so getting outsmothered repeatedly will make her mental spirit break, at one point she has to accept Max as the better women.

[NicoleS]

I guess I'm gonna have to write a pro-Penny sequel now. I'm on it!

[NicoleS]

Scarlett Johansson VS Michelle Trachtenberg



"Unnngggghhhh!" Scarlett hissed through gritted teeth as she leaned her head back in agony, as the willowy brunette gave her another pulse of her powerful thighs. Scarlett gulped as she noticed the sadistic glint in Michelle’s eyes, as the determined brunette crushes her midsection with the squeeze of an cobra. Michelle sneered as she felt the pathetic attempts by Scarlett to pry her legs apart, and took the time to gloat:

“You can give in whenever you’re ready, Scar, but you're not going anywhere till you do,” she stated as she flexed her legs harder, eliciting another loud groan from her buxom opponent. Every minuscule shadow of Michelle’s leg muscles were apparent against the silken tights she wore as the brunette continued to flex and release, flex and release.

“N-Never!” Scarlett grunted in response as she gave up on pulling apart Michelle’s unyielding gams. At the beginning of the fight, she only laughed when Michelle employed her overused body scissors tactic, figuring it was way too early in the match for the brunette’s legs to do any lasting damage. She ate her words soon enough, as the first flex of Michelle’s legendary thighs made her feel like she were the last stubborn drops left in a toothpaste tube. She had unfortunately underestimated the power of her opponent’s legs, believing that such a cute, lanky girl like Michelle couldn’t possible have any lower body strength. Alas, it felt like Michelle was going to slice her in half with each agonizing pulse.

Knowing the lithe beauty’s crushing thighs were just too strong to separate, the desperate blonde positioned her palms by her sides and pushed upwards against the mat as hard as she could. Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut as she pushed hard. Michelle gasped as she clamped her ballet-trained legs down tighter, but Scarlett managed to power through the increased resistance. As Johansson’s body arched further up, Michelle soon found herself unable to maintain her scissors as Scarlett finally broke free from the brunette’s vice-like grip. Michelle slowly rose to her feet to employ another tactic, but Scarlett had already beaten her to it; seeking to end the fight before she got trapped like that again. Scarlett grabbed the Buffy alumni by a fistful of her hair, causing Michelle to let out a shrill shriek. She pawed at Scarlett’s cruel grip on her luscious brunette locks as the younger woman yanked Michelle harshly to her feet, until the two are standing mere inches from one another.

“Lemme GO right NOW!” Michelle growled as her hands flailed, but Scarlett just sneered egotistically as she released Michelle’s hair just in time to shove the blue-eyed brunette into the wall. Michelle hit the wall with a thud as her ass slumped against it. Michelle bit her tongue, refusing to give Scarlett the satisfaction of hearing another yelp escape her lips. Scarlett approached her but Trachtenberg was hardly finished fighting back, proving so when she responded to Scarlett’s advancement with a swift kick into the blonde’s midsection, sending the blonde stumbling backwards as she clutched her stomach. Scarlett tried to punch Trachtenberg in retaliation but the latter easily sidestepped the attack, before returning another kick to the blonde’s right leg.

As Scarlett knelt down in response to the blow, Michelle grabbed Scarlett and, with the grunt of a madwoman, hoisted the ample blonde into the air. Scarlett had no time to be impressed by Michelle’s display of adrenaline, as Michelle immediately smashed her back down over her extended knee. Scarlett groaned loudly as she clutched her near-broken ribs, rolling over on the mat as Michelle struck a pose to the audience. After watching Scarlett whimper in pain for a solid half minute, Michelle dropped to her knees in preparation for another grueling scissors. However, before she could clamp her legs under Scarlett’s waist, the blonde spun around to greet Trachtenberg with an uppercut to her chin. Michelle flew backwards onto her ass with a loud thud. Scarlett scrambled to her feet, quickly forcing Michelle onto her back, before straddling the squirming girl in a devastating camel clutch. As she pulled tight beneath Michelle's chin, a loud groan escaped from Michelle’s lips.

“Ready to submit, doll?” Scarlett asked as she pulled up on Michelle’s chin, while Trachtenberg hammered the floor with her fists as she strained to buck Johansson from her dominant position.

“Don’t… call… me… doll!” Michelle roared as she struggled mightily. She managed to roll onto her side, sending Scarlett falling off her and onto the mat as both girls lay beside one another. Scarlett tried to crawl away to reclaim her bearings, which Trachtenberg would not allow it. The brunette shot over to Scarlett, jumping onto the blonde and listening to a loud ooof! escape the buxom actress as she forced Scarlett onto her back. Pinning the blonde’s wrists behind her head with one hand, Michelle sat on top of Scarlett as she let her free hand wander over towards Scarlett’s heaving, bra-clad breasts.

“"W-What are you doing?” Scarlett demanded to know as she fidgeted beneath the lanky girl. Michelle smiled deviously as her hand clasped Scarlett’s bra strap. With a mighty pull, it snapped it in half as the audience cheered, watching as one of Scarlett’s infamous breasts was released for the world to see. Scarlett screamed as she struggled harder, wanting desperately to cover her exposed breast as the audience stared hungrily.

“Look at the size of these watermelons! You’re so selfish keeping these things hidden all the time!” Michelle said with a haughty expression, "You know, I once crushed a watermelon between these babies?" she said as she slapped her right thigh, then she got a devilish idea, "I wonder if your fat tits could survive my squeeze. Shall we find out?"

As Michelle inadvertently leaned her head down to wrap her legs around Scarlett's bosom, Scarlett immediately whipped her head forward, landing a direct blow on Michelle’s face as the latter cried out, immediately breaking the hold as she stumbled backwards, clutching her not-broken but still pain-racked nose. “Fucking bitch!” Michelle shrieked as Scarlett breathed deeply again. As Michelle’s hands scoured her face for any signs of damage, her eyes widened as Scarlett came at her fast, her hand clasping around Michelle’s throat as the brunette choked out a gasp. A swipe of Johansson’s legs into Trachtenberg’s own knocked the brunette on her ass.

Michelle scuttled back but hit the wall as Scarlett came at her. The blonde dropped to her knees and she straddled Michelle’s body, that glint of confidence that was in Michelle’s eyes earlier now in Scarlett’s own. “I gave you a chance to submit, hun,” Scarlett reminded the brunette as Michelle bucked her hips wildly, “but now I’m glad you didn’t, because you reminded me of my two best weapons.”

With that, she plunged her golden globes down over Michelle’s quivering, wide-eyed face.

“Wait, Scarlett, please–mmmmmmpphphhhhhh!!” Michelle begged as her face was eclipsed by Scarlett’s big juggs. Michelle tried to push Scarlett off of her, but the blonde’s bigger frame was not easy to budge. Scarlett wrapped her legs around Michelle’s own as the lithe beauty moaned loudly into Johansson’s perfect breast smother.

“I may not have super strong legs like yours, Mich, but I sure do have way better - and bigger - breasts, don’t I?” Scarlett giggled as she teased the panicking girl beneath her, “Having some trouble breathing? I can’t hear you! Actually, I can’t even see you with my huge tits covering your cute little face.”

Michelle mumbled something incoherent into Scarlett’s cleavage, but not even her words could escape the enveloping smother Scarlett’s bosom was giving her. Michelle’s arms flexed as she pushed against Scarlett’s shoulders, trying to separate Johansson’s jugs just enough so she could breathe in a gulp of air. God, how she couldn’t breathe.  Her face was lodged against Scarlett’s cleavage impossibly tight as she struggled for breath, but Scarlett was hell-bent on not letting her have any. Her strength was waning as the giant breasts denied her air, and her fruitless shoves against Scarlett’s bosom were only getting weaker by the second. Scarlett managed to tighten her hold even more when she wrapped her hands around Michelle’s head and forced her face even further into her engulfing cleavage. Michelle can feel the beads of sweat against her as they trickle down Scarlett’s unwavering juggs.

Michelle’s shoves quickly became pathetic taps as she finally let darkness swallow her into unconsciousness, her head becoming limp as Scarlett let her drop to the mat. She waved to the audience as she drew in the sounds of her victory, her breasts still resting against the defeated Trachtenberg’s face.

[Jackflash Jump]

Charlize Theron vs Eliza Dushku



After a long and grueling contest, the two beauties were the very definition of bedraggled:  their hair, so perfectly coiffed at the start, were now damp, tangled manes...their skin, soaked with sweat, was marred by scratches and bruises...and their chests heaved as they panted heavily for breath.  They circled one another, eyes locked together, but spoke as if each was still at the height of her powers, and not now running on what scant fumes of energy they could muster.

"Aren't you tired of looking so pathetic compared to me?" Charlize said in a husky voice that betrayed her exhaustion.  "Why not just give up and spare yourself any further embarrassment?"

Eliza rasped back, "I'm getting tired of holding back just so you could look halfway competent.  But I figure it's time to finish you off now."

Even as the last words trailed off from the brunette, her opponent chose this moment to strike, hoping to catch Dushku off-guard.  Theron lunged at Eliza, intent on using her larger size to bulldoze the brunette to the penthouse floor.  But the American had been expecting just such a tactic from her South African adversary, and she was prepared.  At the last instant, Dushku ducked low under the grasp of the blonde, driving her shoulder into the onrushing beauty's belly, and drawing a sharp gasp from Theron.

In a blur of motion, Eliza wrapped her arms around Charlize's waist and used the blonde's own momentum to hoist her up and over, flipping her through the air and sending her crashing to the carpet with a heavy thud.  An instant later, Dushku let gravity do the hard work as she suddenly threw herself backward to the floor, drilling her elbow into Charlize's still-tender tummy.

That stunned the Amazonian Afrikaner long enough for Eliza to get to her knees and, gruntingly, roll Theron over onto her stomach.  Grabbing the blonde's left leg, Dushku pulled it up and bent it over the brunette's own neck and shoulders for a Stretch Muffler.  The sudden electric jolt of agony to her leg shocked Charlize from her stupor, and she wailed and thrashed in pained panic, but to no avail.  This move was perfectly suited to inflict anguish to a long-limbed warrior, and at 5'10" Theron suddenly found her own height used effectively against her.

Although she held out for as long as she could, it was inevitable that Charlize would ultimately tap out.  However, her tormentor chose to not accept this silent submission.  "Say it!" Eliza growled.  "Say it nice and loud so that everyone here can hear you!"  Theron bit her lower lip, and then with tears streaking her face she shrieked out, "I GIVE UP!  I SUBMIT!  LET ME GO!"

Just to be contrary, Eliza kept the hold in place for another heartbeat or two, and then released her beaten rival's limb, which flopped helplessly to the floor.  With effort she climbed up on uncertain legs and then planted a foot on the rear end of Charlize, who had buried her face in the carpet and was sobbing uncontrollably, while the triumphant brunette flexed her arms in a victory pose and accepted the cheers of the onlookers.