[Dario]

Fantastic work, totally exciting, many thanks.

[NicoleS]

Taylor Swift VS Jennifer Lawrence



The tall blonde moans loudly as she finds the passage of air to her nose and mouth completely restricted. Her legs kick out in spades from beneath Jen, who lies sprawled atop Swift’s body, her well-endowed chest forming an air tight seal over the country singer’s face so as to render Tay incapable of drawing even a single breath. After thrashing like a fish out of water for what seemed like an eternity, Taylor eventually pulls herself free from Jen’s breast smother, which was just nanoseconds away from sending her to dreamland. Sucking in as much air as she can, she grabs Jen’s wrists as the latter tries to strike her, struggling to keep them secured as her thighs swing up in an attempt to pull the actress’s head between them.

Jen refuses to give up so easily, pressing her knee between Swift’s legs as the latter squeaks in pain. The taller blonde fights through the pain as she finally gets Lawrence’s wrists contained with her own, and just in time as her legs finally get a hold of Jen’s head. Taylor locks her ankles together as her thighs encircle Jen’s head… and then she lays down the squeeze of the century.

"How does it feel to be caught between the best thighs in Hollywood?” Taylor hisses into Jen’s ears as Lawrence thrashes in retaliation, grunting and groaning against Taylor’s short shorts as she struggles mightily for release. It pays off somewhat, loosing one free hand which she uses to try and pry apart Taylor’s strong legs, whimpering as Taylor ups the pressure considerably as Jen feels like her head is going to cave in from the power being exerted from the blonde’s steel thighs. But despite her efforts, she can’t make any progress in her attempts as Taylor’s gams refuse to loosen even a fraction of an inch. Jen can feel herself drooling as bits of slobber run down the inside of Taylor’s thighs, as the former fights back tears as she struggles to remain conscious.

But then… it happens! With a Herculean amount of effort, Jen at last manages to pry apart Taylor’s legs long enough to draw in a gulp of breath! With a primal roar that slowly begins to build up in volume, Jen begins to climb to her feet, still fighting her damnedest to keep Taylor’s thighs from clamping shut on her head once again.

With her other hand still being contained by Taylor’s own, the Oscar-winning actress finally reaches her feet as Taylor is lifted with her. Taylor had meanwhile readjusted her legs so they were wrapped around Jen’s midsection, the pressure strong enough to keep Lawrence from prying their bodies apart, whilst Jen instead focused on subduing Taylor’s wrists despite the crushing squeeze of the latter’s thighs. She marches forward towards the wall, throwing her head back with every grueling pulse of the blonde's steely thighs. She continues trying to seize Taylor’s left arm after locking down her right, finally slamming Taylor’s back into the turnbuckle.

Swift’s legs loosen but still the blonde stubbornly refuses to release her prey - the second turnbuckle slam finally detaches her from Lawrence’s torso, as the blonde slumps down to the mat with a loud squeal.Taylor isn’t finished yet and moves to stand up, but Lawrence quickly interjects as she plants her bare foot up against the taller blonde’s neck, keeping her planted against the turnbuckle as Jen towers over her with hands pressed to her hips. Breathing laboriously, her face still red from Taylor’s previous head scissors, Jen’s lips curl into a smirk as she listens to Tay begin to gurgle, her trembling hands going to her throat as she frantically tries to pry Lawrence’s foot from her windpipe.

The crowd begins to boo loudly as Taylor’s statuesque legs flail about helplessly in the air as her eyes begin to swell with water, “You can boo all you want, it’s not gonna save the bitch!” Jen roars back to them, silencing them completely.

She refuses to let off on the pressure as Taylor’s struggles grow weaker, until finally the country girl’s head lulls to the side as her arms fall limp. Jen then flexes her arms in victory as she feels the last remnants of Taylor’s strength fade away as the blonde falls unconscious.

Scarlett Johansson VS Jennifer Lawrence



The crowd knew there was going to be a titfight as soon as the two red-dressed beauties locked eyes. Jennifer stared down her buxom opponent with undisguised envy; while she filled out her dress impressively enough, Johansson was practically bursting the seams of her own gown as her cleavage dwarfed Lawrence’s considerably.

No words were spoken, only a subtle gesture from Lawrence for Scarlett to follow her to the washroom so they could settle their disagreement like women. Jen was thankful she had contained her temper and hadn’t challenged Scarlett right there on the red carpet. To put it bluntly, she was getting her ass handed to her. Her years of experience were rendered moot as the mother of one flung her against every wall of the shower room. They’d both stripped of their dresses prior to the fight, which only made things worse as Johansson’s voluptuous breasts entranced the lesser equipped blonde with every gravity-obeying bounce. As they grappled for another minute or two, Scarlett managed to find an opening in Lawrence’s unusually sloppy offense and managed to ensnare the latter in a bearhug.

Their ample breasts mushroomed against each other as each girl gave it their all. Jennifer gritted her teeth. She knew it wouldn’t be a piece of cake, but her breasts had never faced this much resistance. It disheartened and intimidated her that Scarlett’s juggs were almost twice her size, but she was a staunch believer that size didn’t matter in a titfight. If she could beat a rack this size, her reputation would soar.

Likewise, Scarlett found that Jen’s C cups were offering much more of a fight than she had previously expected. She began to notice, to her great shock, that her infamous globes were actually beginning to lose ground to the younger blonde’s own set - of course, not without a great deal of effort on the latter’s part. ScarJo grit her teeth as her frustration continued to grow, pouring even more pressure on Jennifer's protestant bust; despite being almost two cup sizes smaller than her, the bitch’s tits still refused to surrender! Devising a new plan, Scarlett, still holding Jen in the bearhug, took a step backwards, systematically forcing Jen to follow suit. She then flexed her arms tight as she sacrificed the remainder of her strength into one final squeeze, her massive bust practically engulfing Jen's own beleaguered breasts as she slammed Lawrence up against the wall!

Using the wall for added leverage, Scarlett managed to press her entire body weight against her taller opponent as she used her arms to pin Lawrence’s wrists against the wall tiles, her larger breasts now starting to resist the firm pair of her opponent as Jen’s eyes slowly widened.

Lawrence gritted her teeth as she struggled to keep her foe’s DDs at bay, but there was simply way too much jugg for her to handle. She groaned as she felt Scarlett’s breasts rapidly engulfing her own. So, she did what anyone would do if they found themselves on the brink of defeat. She raised her leg directly between Scarlett’s legs.

“You little bitch!” Scarlett seethed as she clutched her womanhood, stumbling backwards as she fought to remain vertical. With Scarlett temporarily dazed, Jennifer knew she could still prove her breasts were best. She cupped her fabulous breasts before wrestling Scarlett to the ground, using her strong legs to grapevine Johansson’s own and fought to spread them wide.

Scarlett’s eyes widened in shock as she took in Jennifer’s heaving breasts, just inches above her own face. Lawrence bent forward and whispered sultrily: “You might have the bigger bust, but it's nothing more than cosmetic,” Jen growled as she brushed her chest against Scarlett’s face, “and it sure as hell won’t save you from--mmmmmmphhhhhh!"

"You talk too much, sweetheart." Scarlett mused as a smirk crossed her face. As Jen continued to taunt the buxom blonde, Scarlett had used her arms - of which Lawrence had not bothered to pin down - to reach around Jen's head and pull her into her breasts! Jen's eyes went wide as she was locked in a bottomless smother, screaming profanities into Scarlett's large globes as she thrashed around for air. Scarlett laughed haughtily as she continued to sap the fight out of the blonde, laughing as she reprimanded her opponent further: “You really should have held my arms down! Did you really think you were gonna beat me, fucking Scarlett Johansson, in a titfight, you little bitch?”

The blonde continued to squirm haplessly, her face reddening in fury and embarrassment at being conquered in such a humiliating fashion. Finally, her movements ceased. Scarlett rose up and planted a foot upon her fallen opponent's breasts, flexing her arms as she claimed her rightful victory.

[AlyAdmirer]

Demi Lovato VS Michelle Trachtenberg



“Gnnnnnnnhhhhh!” The sound echoed through the audience, and it didn’t come from whom most would have expected.

Minutes into the battle, Demi had opted to engage her opponent in a battle of their lower appendages, eager to see what all the fuss was about regarding Michelle Trachtenberg's legs; the latter of whom had always considered her legs to be the best set of gams in the business, and Demi wanted to see firsthand why. She had managed to get the upper hand relatively quick into the match, yanking Trachtenberg’s head back with a vicious tug of brunette hair as she slipped her foot around the Buffy alum’s ankle in order to send her crashing to the mat. Demi followed through with a rough pounce, landing on Michelle’s delicate, but taut body and knocking the breath straight out of the brunette like a deflated balloon.

Demi then used her own strong legs to grapevine the actress’s own; she blew a lone strand of hair from her eyes as she breathed deeply, satisfied with her capture of the taller, older brunette.

“I thought you were tough stuff,” said Lovato airily as she used her arms to pin down Mich’s own to the cold mat. To the shock of the crowd, she was able to subdue Trachtenberg’s ordinarily-dominant legs by flexing her own thighs, tightening the grapevine considerably and forcing a grunt of frustration from her opponent in the process, “It looks like you could use a few more seshes on the ol’ thigh-master, eh, Mich?”

Michelle ignored Demi’s taunting, narrowing her lovely brown eyes as she bucked with all her might, thrusting her pelvis upward as she attempted to bridge some space between herself and Demi. Her wonderful derriere pushed against the floor as she had to put in a greater effort to escape than she had expected. But with Demi’s marble, thick thighs and stage-trained legs snaking around her own, Michelle found herself unable to break free of the ever-grueling hold. Demi flexed her thigh muscles to keep Michelle in place, earning a yelp in the process followed by a few rather-harsh expletives that the film guys would have to censor later. After a few seconds of this, Demi relaxed her grapevine as she let her legs close in once again.

Then Lovato had a devious idea… She began to spread her legs back out again, forcing Michelle’s own legs in turn to also spread. Fearing another grapevine, Michelle arched her back as she attempted to break the hold before Demi could complete it. Much to her horror, as soon as Michelle had lifted her body off the mat, Demi slid a leg beneath Michelle’s waist, locking her brunette opponent into a surprise leg-scissors!

Michelle let out a mighty howl as Demi squeezed her powerful thighs for all she was worth, rivaling Michelle’s own renowned scissors with ease as the former bit down on her lip whilst increasing the pressure. Panicking audibly, Michelle immediately tried to pry Demi’s legs apart, but Demi was hell-bent in keeping her scissors secured. Sweat began to form atop her brow as Demi put every ounce of strength she had into the leg scissors; Michelle soon felt that power as her face began to grow red, from both frustration and asphyxiation as she struggled harder than ever to pry apart Lovato’s steel-corded gams. As minutes went by, the mighty brunette began to show signs of weakening, her energy banks depleting as her straining grew weaker by the second.

“So, Mich, do I win yet?” Demi purred as she rubbed in Michelle’s discomfort, clamping her legs together to force yet another begrudged scream from Trachtenberg’s lips when the brunette failed to answer fast enough, “You’re going to submit to me now, Michelle, or I'mma cave in every rib in your pathetic body. Do I make myself clear?"

Michelle hissed through her teeth, fury showing in her cerulean eyes as her arms continued to pull desperately at the smooth limbs of her oppressor. Each time Michelle tried to wedge apart Demi’s legs, Lovato simply increased the pressure. Michelle would groan louder each time, then slump back to the mat wheezing and gasping for air. Trachtenberg had gone into the fight overconfident, and she, like those who do, ultimately paid the price. “You’re gonna have to knock me the fuck out… bitch… because there’s no way I'll EVER submit to you. So you can kiss my a--UNNNNNGHHHH!” Her words were cut off by a gut-wrenching scream that overpowered even the roar of the crowd.

She didn’t utter another word for the entire night. Arms flailing, Michelle slapped her tormentor’s wicked legs as hard and fast as she could when Demi grew impatient and began to increase her intense squeeze. Soon, Michelle’s pained grunts were replaced with barely-audible whimpers. Demi turned to the crowd next, a smile forming on her lips as she found herself being watched by hundreds of horrified spectators, ones who had just earlier believed the match would be just another night in the ring for the ordinarily-victorious Michelle. In just mere seconds, Michelle was out cold, but not before fearing how big of a hit a loss to this little bitch would have on her formidable reputation.

... I love you, Nicole, and I want to have your babies.  THANK YOU for this unexpected pairing of two of my very favorites.

[NicoleS]

Sofia Vergara VS Ariel Winter



“C'mon, Sofia! Teach that little tart some respect!” shouted Julie Bowen from the edge of the room as she, along with the rest of those fortunate enough to have been working that day, watched Sofia as the Colombian woman brushed some hair from her eyes, her teeth gritted as her struggle was evident, “She’s just a girl - you can’t let her win!” the blonde quickly added, trying to encourage her red-faced friend as best she could.

But despite Sofia’s efforts, Ariel was clearly winning. While both buxom beauties were perspiring quite noticeably, Ariel wasn’t sweating nearly as many bullets as her costar was. The 21 year old beauty Vergara pinned against the wall as their huge breasts pressed together harder. Winter’s ample rack was working overtime to squash the enormous chest of her older rival - and by no means was it an easy task. While her breast reduction just over a year prior definitely brought her chest a size or two below Sofia’s own voluptuous F cups, they hadn’t lost an iota of firmness to them as Sofia was quick to realise.

At first, Sofia was able to make Ariel struggle quite considerably, with every arch of her back allowing her jugs to shove back Ariel’s big, but undoubtedly smaller breasts with ease. But the more her tits struggled against Ariel’s, the more energy she found herself expending and the more resilient the teen grew. This time, when Sofia arched her back and tried to shove out her formidable breasts, a gasp escaped her lips as Ariel’s knockers refused to give an inch. “Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!” the Latin spitfire wailed as Ariel pressed her own chest forward in retaliation, slowly but surely flattening Sofia’s massive bust with her own resilient D cups.

“What’s the matter, Sofe? All out of steam already?” Ariel asked, that trademark smirk of hers crossing the starlet’s lips as Sofia gritted her teeth, her legs buckling from the weight of Ariel’s twin knockers. Her face was red with anger and shame as found her prized assets outgunned by a girl not even in her twenties. Ariel pulled away from the wall momentarily while still leaving Sofia’s arms pinned above her head; a second later, she threw herself forward as she slammed her bra-clad globes straight into Sofia’s as the older woman gritted her teeth harshly. “What? You thought just because your cans are a little bigger, they could hold their own against a younger, firmer pair of breasts like these?” the young actress asked, accentuating the last word as her breasts overwhelmed Sofia’s massive bosom in an epic display of power.

Sofia couldn’t believe it; she was losing a titfight to a girl barely in her 20s! Ariel let go of Sofia’s arms and quickly wrapped her own around the Colombian’s waist, lifting her away from the wall and chucking her to the floor with a burst of strength. Julie tried to intervene but a sudden backhand to the face from Winter ended her short-lived effort. However, the momentary distraction was enough for Sofia to quickly recover, as the feisty Colombian jumped to her feet and slammed her body against Ariel’s. Winter hit the ground hard while Sofia straddled the raven-haired teen, locking in a grapevine on Ariel’s legs before pinning her arms over her head. Sofia struggled to keep Ariel’s strong, thick thighs pinned down with her own as she planted her giant rack over her wide-eyed opponent’s face in a desperate breast smother, seeking to end the fight as quickly as possible.

“You dirty cheating whore!” Hyland shouted from behind Julie, whom she had in a headlock to prevent further interventions. Ariel’s body bucked wildly beneath the older woman, her hushed screaming lost to Sofia’s air-sapping cleavage as she thrashed, “Fight her like a real woman, coward!” Vergara ignored the brunette, keeping her heaving breasts pressed against Ariel’s face until the starlet grunted her last breath into her rack before going under.

Ariel Winter VS Dakota Blue Richards



This can’t be happening!

This was the thought racing through Ariel Winter’s mind upon letting slip a muffled grunt of discomfort, much to the euphoric glee of her blonde opponent. The buxom British actress had a look of pure sadism as she pressed her larger endowments against the underside of Ariel’s own tits, pushing the raven-haired beauty’s big jugs upwards in order to make Ariel effectively smother herself out! Ariel squirmed frantically as she fought to jut her breasts forwards, but Dakota’s massive bosom kept her own in place as Winter continued to struggle for air, experiencing firsthand just how effective her trademark breast smother could be.

Dakota’s bearhug only served to hasten the endeavor, with every cruel squeeze only compressing Ariel’s breasts further against Dakota’s more sizable weapons. While the blonde’s breasts weren’t as big as Ariel’s had been before her reduction, it was easy to tell that Dakota’s double Ds now had Ariel’s own chest beaten by a considerable margin. Ariel’s mouth had practically disappeared inside her own remarkable cleavage, and her nose wasn’t too far behind. She continued to thrash as she was beginning to succumb to her own breasts, her vision growing black as she was threatened closer to unconsciousness.

“Give it a rest, ya cow! I’m the one girl your fat American tits’ll never manage to smother out!” Dakota bragged as she tightened her arms around the small of Ariel’s back. She was pushing Ariel’s epic cleavage deeper against her own facial features as Ariel’s moaning grew louder, “Hell, looks like you’re about to smother yourself out before you’’ll ‘ave ever done me in!”

Ariel could only grunt louder as she felt her vision continued to blacken, her ample cleavage turned against her as she was continuously denied even one modicum of breath. Growing desperate, the black haired woman managed to blindly hook one of her legs around Dakota’s left ankle. The excess gym time to which Ariel had committed herself was finally beginning to pay off, as evident when she managed to pull Dakota’s own leg forward with her own, distracting the buxom blonde long enough for Ariel to free herself from her busty prison! She gasped for breath as she stumbled backwards, with the only thing preventing herself from falling over being her grip on the brown leather couch.

Dakota attempted to shove Ariel against the sofa, but the busty youngster managed to seize the blonde’s arm midair and spin her around in a reverse bearhug. Raising her arms until they were over the blonde’s chest, Winter began to flatten her opponent’s massive knockers against her own lungs. She then deliberately fell backwards onto the carpet, bringing Richards down with her until both girls were sitting on their derrieres. Ariel next locked a gripping leg scissors around the blonde’s waist, her thicc thighs wasting no time making Dakota grimace in pain.

“I don’t know how anyone can stand that overrated accent of yours,” the raven-haired vixen spat as she squeezed her thighs harder, threatening to crack one of Dakota’s ribs as the blonde struggled desperately to pry apart Ariel’s powerful gams, “but that’s the wonderful thing about having huge breasts like these: they’re like having nature’s own mute button!” With a sly grin, she leaned forward to whisper into Dakota’s ear, only wanting the the blonde to hear her next words... "And I only need one of 'em to handle you, hussy!" With that, she released her scissors and spun Dakota around until both buxom ladies were facing one another.

She then grasped Dakota by the back of the head and pressed the British girl’s face against one of her huge jugs, pushing her mouth and nose into her excess cleavage as Dakota’s eyes widened considerably. With every muffled grunt from the blonde’s mouth, Ariel would simply increase the pressure as more of her tit went into Dakota’s mouth, with too much titflesh stuffed into her face for the blonde to even try to bite down on them. Dakota continued to squirm wildly as she was involuntarily forced to suck Winter’s breast, until finally Ariel felt her opponent’s body go limp beneath her.

[NicoleS]

Ariel Winter VS Julie Bowen



Ariel Winter’s huge breasts bounced with every step, barely contained in her low-cut white dress as she made her way to the trailer of her co-star. Earlier in the week, she had discovered a leak of future scripts for the television show, Modern Family, of which she was a prominent character. As she read through each one, she grew exceedingly pissed to discover that while she was getting a lot more airtime now that she was an emancipated adult woman, it was not nearly as much as that of her TV mother, Julie Bowen. Her other co-star, Sofia Vergara, had even more hours but that was understandable. She had massive breasts, so a lot more screen time was justifiable. What wasn’t justifiable was that Ariel’s breasts were almost just as large – hell, she was larger than Sofia, before she decided to get a reduction anyway – but she was getting the lowest amount of airtime of any of her female coworkers, sans Aubrey...

...and that was unacceptable.

Ariel reached the trailer, and knocked on the door. No answer. She had seen Julie go inside to prep for upcoming filming, which made her all the more infuriated that she was being ignored. The 18-year-old looked back and forth; there was no one around her. It was lunchtime, which meant that she would have, at the least, a couple undisturbed minutes to ‘talk’ with the older woman. She hiked up her short shorts to reveal even more of her thick, smooth thighs. She gripped the railing that led up the steps of the trailer, and, with a slight grunt, kicked the door with all her might. The door submitted to the power of her legs as it flew open, causing a mildly surprised Julie to gasp aloud as she spun around to see what the hell was going on.

“What the HELL is this, Ariel?” Julie said as she stood up, watching as Ariel closed the door behind her.

The trailer was small, yet still bigger than her own, which just served to ignite the busty starlet’s anger. Ariel subtly pulled down the hemline of her top to expose even more of her ample cleavage, which easily dwarfed Julie’s own modest breasts, despite Ariel being nearly thirty years her younger. She knew that her bigger breasts intimidated Julie, which was evident as she watched the older woman struggle not to stare at her rack.

“Listen up. You’re going to go to the producers and correct the obvious mistake that they made regarding our difference in screen times. You and Sofia have had your time in the sun, but now it’s time to make way for the next generation. And let’s be honest—“Ariel squeezed her arms together, forcing her large boobs nearly to her chin as her cleavage swelled—“these babies get way more ratings anyway than whatever you’ve got. Understand?”

“Excuse me?” Julie demanded with incredulity, unable to believe that a younger girl like Ariel was actually speaking to her in this way, “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, little lady?”

“Little lady?” Ariel smirked as she again pointed to her larger bust, “You’re one to talk, calling someone else little. Are you going to do what I said or am I going to have to—“

She never got to finish her sentence, as Julie responded with a swift, cheek-bruising backhand that struck Ariel’s face so hard the teenager was nearly knocked on her ass. Ariel stumbled back a few feet as she shrieked in pain, rubbing the reddening spot that Julie had given her as wrath burned in her eyes. It was <i>on</i>. Ariel lurched forward to grab Julie, pressing her full body weight into the blonde woman and slamming them both against Julie’s dressing table. Her impressive breasts pushed against Julie’s lesser endowments as Ariel fought to crush Julie’s body between her own and the mahogany bureau, but she soon found herself in shock as she found herself struggling to finish off the older woman.

Both women’s legs were firmly rooted to the ground of the trailer, hands clasped together as they grimaced against the other’s strength. The musculature in Ariel’s toned, round ass was well defined, as were her formidable thighs and calves as both ladies’ powerful legs engaged in a battle of their own. If it were Sarah she was facing, her strong legs would have already won out, but Julie was proving to be deceptively robust. Ariel shut her eyes as the struggle to bend her opponents’ wrists were causing her to sweat, as beads of perspiration formed both on her forehead and between her deep cleavage. She thought about how she would make Julie bend to her will, and just like that, a slight advantage was given in her favour as she felt Julie’s legs buckle.

“Looks like someone’s, ugh, been eating her spinach,” Julie said with a half laugh-half grunt as she tensed her legs harder, ending Ariel’s slow advancement.

“And looks like someone’s skipped drinking their milk,” Ariel said back with a laugh, another prod to Julie’s bust size.

Julie snarled as she channeled all her remaining strength into her arms, as she began to push back against Ariel’s wrists to regain her vertical posture. Their breasts mashed together, Ariel’s swallowing hers completely, as their foreheads touched and they glared at each other in the eyes with a look of contempt. Ariel blew a strand of hair from her eyes as her own legs buckled and bent, groaning just audibly as her wrists were bent backwards. She flexed her legs but could not slow down Julie’s progress. Ariel, on the verge of being brought to her knees, whipped her leg forward as she aimed for Julie’s stomach. The blonde expertly dodged the kick, shoving Ariel back with a loud grunt as the bustier actress slammed her back against the table, knocking a few wine glasses to the ground with a loud crash as shards scattered across the carpet. Ariel screamed in anger as she pounced once more.

Using her weight to her advantage, she slammed her huge D cups full force into Julie’s own breasts, knocking the older woman backwards against the wall of the trailer as the whole room shook. Julie, shaken from the blow, rolled up the sleeves of her sweater as she advanced towards the teenager.

Meanwhile, outside, dozens of crew members were drawn to the ruckus coming from the trailer. The sounds coming from inside the trailer made it clear to all that the two cast members were having quite the rumpus. The film crew listened intently as the trailer even shook a few times, as more curses, screams and profanities found their way out the open window.

Then, with a loud thump, the noises abruptly ceased.

Ariel Winter stepped out first. Her hair was a complete mess and she was sporting a black eye and a swollen lip. Her white dress was shredded and a majority of her large breasts were exposed, with one of her dress straps hanging down her shoulder. But just as one of the crew members was about to speak, Ariel's eyes glazed over and she did a face-plant in the dirt. She was out cold! Julie stepped out after, clapping her hands together as she looked at the crew, "When Miss Big Boobs wakes up, tell her to knock on my door so we can go over some scheduling disagreements." she said with the biggest smirk on her face as she closed the door behind her.

[Jackflash Jump]

Kaley Couco vs. Michelle Mitchenor

Outstanding work, Maxx!   

[Jackflash Jump]

Halle Bailey vs Isabela Moner



"Looks like we're in for a couple of creampuffs this evening," one of the elite spectators said somewhat disappointingly to a friend as they took their seats in the spacious living room of a Beverly Hills mansion.  And it certainly seemed as if tonight's combatants...both of them rookies making their catfighting debuts...lacked the obvious makings of a memorable battle.  "They'll probably roll around the floor a little, giggling the whole time, but when one of them breaks a nail, she'll run crying back to her bedroom," the other guest said with an air of resignation.  Each had seen this sort of thing before: young starlets eager to unleash their fury and frustration in primal combat, only to realize once the fight had begun that they were in way over their head.  And there was no denying the Halle and Isabela are two stunningly attractive young ladies.  But the fact that they are both known to be incredibly sweet souls strongly suggests that they won't easily find their savage inner-selves.  Oh well, the two spectators sigh, at least the bar is well-stocked tonight.

Now, some thirty minutes into their match, all notions that they are too sweet and gentle to be catfighters has long since been dashed to smithereens.

From the opening moment, the smiles disappeared from their faces and with angry snarls they lunged at one another.  From that point on, there was no let up in the intensity of the brawl, as the two beauties unleashed pure havoc upon each other.  The spectators sat in stunned silence at the ferocity that erupted before their very eyes.  As the battle wore on, Bailey and Moner went from hurling profane curses at one another to descending into an abyss of complete primitive rage, growling and hissing lie jungle cats.  Their limbs tangled together as they thrashed back and forth upon the carpet, nails and teeth marring flesh, fingers gouging into the most tender of places, hands ripping hair from scalps.  It was as brutal a fight as any assembled had ever seen, and it was breathtaking.

But while the spirits were more than willing to war for hours on end, the flesh eventually grew too taxed to continue.  Their movements grew sluggish as they panted heavily for breath, their skin sheathed with sweat.  Then, virtually as one, they seemed to slump in each others arms, flopping to the floor, both pushed past the point of consciousness as they passed out from the strain.

It ended in a draw, but all those who witnessed this contest would heartily agree that both Isabela and Halle emerged from it as champions!

Taylor Momsen vs Kylie Jenner



With a heavy grunt, Taylor dropped to all fours, head hung low as she gulped in air, her long tangled mane covering her face.

"That's right peasant...grovel," sneered Kylie, who hovered over her opponent like a huntress about to finish off a wounded tigress.  But for all of Jenner's bravado, the spectators can attest to the fact that up until the previous five minutes or so, the match had been much more evenly waged.  It was only a rather dastardly gouge of the eyes that halted Momsen's momentum and gave Kylie the upper hand...a dominance which she was not about to relinquish.  All the same, she intended to draw out the suffering and humiliation of her victim until it bored the heiress.

"You look good on your knees," Kylie continued to taunt.  "You'll do just find scrubbing the floors."  Taylor tilted her head up to see the skimpy French maid's outfit hanging on the fireplace mantle.  She had agreed prior to the match that the loser would serve as the personal maid to the winner for two weeks after the match.  At the time the bet was made, the blonde was confident Jenner would be serving her hand and foot; now, she feels a wave of fear that she'll be the one being degraded as a servant to this snobby bitch.

But that fear, rather than overwhelming her, instead sparks a burst of adrenaline.  And when Jenner grabs Momsen by the hair to haul her back up to her feet, the blonde unleashes a fist that sinks deep into her rival's belly, winding Kylie and causing her to double over with a pained gasp.  Taylor didn't have much fuel left in her tank...Jenner's offensive had very effectively drained most of the blonde's remaining strength...but she had enough moxie to drive her shoulder into her adversary's aching belly, rise up, and flip the brunette up and over.  Kylie landed with a thud on her back, and with a groan rolled over...which was precisely what Taylor wanted.

Dropping a knee into Kylie's back, Momsen with one hand grabbed the brunette's right ankle, and with her other hand cupped her hand beneath her victim's chin.  She then pulled both ends up and back, yanking each past the point of sheer agony.  Kylie's eyes went wide as she howled in anguish, squirming helplessly in her tormentor's grasp.  The blonde kept bending her, until finally Jenner's toes were touching the top of her own head!

"Say it!" Taylor angrily snarled.

"I GIVE UP!  I GIVE UP!" Kylie mewled, tears streaking her face.

With the submission, Taylor released her hold and sat back on her haunches.  After a few minutes, Kylie struggled up to her feet and began limping toward her assigned bedroom.  "Oh, no," Momsen says, a Cheshire grin upon her face.  "Your job starts right now.  Put it on!"  Sobbing with shame, the haughty heiress is made to strip down in front of the spectators and don the maid's uniform.  "Good," the blonde purrs.  "Now go fetch me a cocktail, and then draw me a warm bubble bath."  With a whimper, Kylie complied.

Oh yes, Taylor was going to enjoy the next few weeks very, very much.

[NicoleS]

Sarah Hyland VS Maisie Williams



“Anyone got a pen?” asked the young British woman as she peered over her shoulders, “First of ya blokes to snap a decent photo of us gets it signed!” Her eyes then glanced down to a wonderful view: Sarah Hyland, trapped between the well-defined legs of Maisie Williams, who squeezed the American girl’s head like a toothpaste tube in a devastating reverse scissors! The crowd began to rapid-fire off photos, as if they feared the brunette might relinquish her dominant position at any moment. Sarah’s face was crimson as tears of humiliation soaked her cheeks. Her nose was pressed against Maisie’s ass, her only view being the curvature of the Brit’s wonderful backside. Maisie tensed her thighs as her legs bulged with noticeable muscle, causing a cute shriek from Hyland as her head throbbed.

Sarah tried valiantly to pull against Maisie’s legs of steel, frantically gasping for air as it soon became apparent that she didn’t have the strength nor the stamina to budge the Brit’s crushing thighs more than an inch. Despite being a newcomer to the scene, the GoT actress was an expert at the art of scissoring, periodically relaxing her gams only to unleash a hellish squeeze upon hearing her opponent’s first thankful gasp.

“Enjoying the view back there, luv?” Maisie taunted over the cheer of the audience as she pulsed her thighs once more. She was delighted when her foe could only respond with a disgruntled groan as her nose sunk deeper into the crack of the Brit’s ass, “What’s say you give my ass a proper kiss like the pathetic American bitch you are? Hm? C'mon, want to end this, dont'cha?” she asked with a brush of her hair as she threatened another squeeze.

MMPPPPMMFFFF! Sarah’s expletive vocabulary was muffled by Maisie’s breath-defying tush. Maisie laughed haughtily as her glutes squeezed out another cry from Sarah’s lips,

“You know, for someone who acts like she’s such a tough li'l bitch, I find that difficult to believe when yer chin is halfway up my ass,” Maisie teased before growing more serious, “Oi! I said kiss my fuckin’ cheeks NOW,” she growled, her lips curling back into a smile once she felt Sarah’s lips planted against her skin, “That’s a good girl! Hell, you should be used to kissin’ other girls’ asses by now, luv. Anyway, since I am a lady of my word…”

Before Sarah keyed in on the sinister undertone behind Maisie’s words, her head was suddenly pounding as the Brit’s thighs completely enveloped Sarah’s entire face, as Maisie began a skull-crushing squeeze that rivaled the likes of even Michelle Trachtenberg’s infamous scissors. Sarah hammered the British woman’s ass frantically until her fists were beat red, as she begged for a mercy that would never come. With less than a minute of fruitlessly squirming, Sarah was finally snuffed out cold by Williams’ encompassing derriere. Despite winning the match, Maisie continued to hold the beaten American in place in the middle of the ring; she had finally received the pen she had requested earlier, as well as many photographs she’d promised to sign.

[Savant]

Sarah Hyland vs Maisie Williams

Sarah Hyland had been on the receiving end of quite a beating by Maisie Williams for most of their wrestling match. The British beauty and the American cutie were roughly the same size; Sarah was a little taller, Maisie a little more muscular.

However the course of the match changed after the battle spilled outside of the ring. The speedy Sarah raced around the ring with Maisie in hot pursuit. However Sarah got enough of a lead that she was able to crouch down where the pursuing Maisie could not see here. The Brit was completely unprepared then when she rounded the corner, and Sarah CRACKED a kendo stick over Maisie’s head. Maisie immediately crumpled onto her knees. Sarah raised the kendo stick and blasted Maisie over the head again! Then again! Maisie slumped over onto her back.

Sarah quickly mounted her rival and pressed the kendo stick into Maisie’s throat, choking her. There was little the Brit could do after the vicious headshots she was subjected to. A smiling Sarah enjoyed herself as Maisie squirmed and coughed.

Then Sarah applied a mandible claw to Maisie. Maisie had always thought this was the stupidest, least believable hold in wrestling. Why didn’t someone just bite down on their opponent’s fingers she wondered? She learned now though the folly of her thoughts. Sarah pressed three of her fingers underneath Maisie’s tongue and pushed it up to the roof of Williams’ mouth. The effect was t create an intense feeling of panic as the hold basically blocked off the brunette’s breathing passage. Maisie kicked her legs frantically and thrashed about but she couldn’t even form a coherent thought, much less the concentration to try and bite. And Sarah just kept pushing and pushing her fingers down Maisie’s throat, until she felt the Brit’s struggles gradually quiet down. A line of drool ran out of the corners of her lips and she looked up pathetically at Sarah as the American toyed with her.

After a few minutes of this torture, Maisie was almost unconscious. Sarah then felt confident enough roll the Brit back into the ring. She then spent about 20 minutes working over one specific part of Maisie’s body, her right arm.

She twisted it into a tight hammerlock behind Maisie’s back, wrenching the trapped limb up as far as she could. Sarah added to the torture by also twisting Maisie’s wrist as shard as she could, like ringing out a wet tea towel. Maisie squired in pain. She hid he face in her arms, trying not to show how much pain she was experiencing but Sarah could tell by how stiff and tense Williams’ body got. She could also see Maisie opening and closing her fingers, a subtle sign of how much agony she was in.

Eventually she worked Maisie up to her feet and marched her into one corner of the ring. She lifted Maisie’s arm over the ring rope. She then started violently pulling on the arm, jerking it up and down. Maisie, whose back was to Sarah, winced in pain. She again tried to hide her face in her free arm as the American kept up the torture.

Eventually Sarah switched from jerking the arm to firing punches up into Maisie’s right armpit.

“Gagghhhh!’ Maisie cried out, as the pain switched from steady pressure to a sharp explosion every time Sarah fired a punch up into her armpit, which she did relentlessly, firing off a couple of dozen punches in rapid succession.

Eventually, Sarah left Maisie slump onto her butt in the corner of the ring. Any reprieve the Brit had was short-lived though as Sarah started firing kicks and stomps into Maisie’s right shoulder.

Sarah grunted as she fired off each kick, concentrating intently as she used her long, lean legs to pound Maisie into a mudhole.

At this point, Maisie was starting to be barely conscious. Sarah had been so relentless in her beatdown, had concentrated so viciously on one body part, that the brunette’s arm was almost numb. Maisie had lost almost all ability to resist. Sarah just kept bashing her over and over and over again…

Eventually Sarah reluctantly stopped and sat herself down in front of Maisie. She grabbed Maisie by her sweat-soaked hair and grabbed her by the chin with her other hand, squeezing the brunette’s cheeks.

“Do you give, princess?”

Nothing.

“Oh, should I work on your arm some more?”

“No,” Maisie said quietly.

“No what?” said a hardhearted Sarah.

“No, please. Stop, I give up,” Maisie said.

“Damn right, you do!” said Sarah.

She then inched up and sat herself in Maisie’s lap before firing punch after punch after punch into Maisie’s jaw.

There was a look of shock on Maisie’s face after the first right cross but she quickly was drilled into a drooling, beaten mess. Sarah was not the hardest puncher but the sheer speed and volume of the punches overwhelmed Maisie, who was still muddle-headed after the cheapshots with the kendo stick.

Her eyes became unfocused. Her head whipped back and forth after each blow.

And Sarah just kept the rain of blows coming, punching her arch enemy into oblivion, not giving her hatred rival any chance to recover.

The last thing Maisie heard dimly as she went out was Sarah barking to the ref.

“Check her ref! Check her! I think she’s out!” said the excited American.

[Savant]

Ivanka Trump. Vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

The charity wrestling match was going badly for Ivanka Trump. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was bobbing and weaving circles around her and fire stinging jabs over and over into the blonde socialite’s face. The girl from the Bronx was showing that she knew how to fight and there was little Ivanka could do bout it, despite being taller and stronger.

BAM! Jab to the chin!

Ivanka shook her head, trying to clear the ringing in her skull.

BAM! Left cross to the jaw!

Ivanka stumbled away from Alexandria, stepping in pot holes, as she retreated to her corner.

Ocasio-Cortez followed close behind, drilling punches into Ivanka’s lower back and kidneys. Ivanka’s eyes winced in pain, and her eyebrows arched, the kidney punches paralyzing her and bringing her to the verge of tears

A disgusted Donald Trump. Stalking at ringside, scowled in disgusts as he watched his daughter getting beaten up. “Come on Ivanka! Wake up girl! I didn’t pay fpr all those boxing lessons just to see you get knocked out by this this Mexican bitch!” he seethed.

“Sorry, Daddy, sorr---“  pleaded Ivanka, rather pathetically

But she was cut off as Alexandria grabbed her by her lustrous blonde hair, before pounding Ivanka’s head into the top corner turnbuckle a dozen times. After all the jabs, the headshots brought Ivanka sto the verge of passing out and she fell onto her ass, seated in the corner.

“Whoooooo! Take that little Miss 1%!” Alexandria crowed.

She then raced across the ring into the opposite corner and got ready for her finishing maneuver, a running, double knee strike into the ringpost that would surely reduce Ivanka to roadkill.

AOC took a few seconds to relish the moment. The charity challenge had actually been the President’s idea. He was so confident that his daughter, a talented volleyball player in high school, would pound Alexandria into the mat that he eagerly organized the event. He was so looking forward to seeing Ivanka shut up the mouthy, young congresswoman from New York. However he had not counted on Ocasio-Cortez’s greater quickness and her feistiness.

The two women had been fighting for close to 30-minutes now, most of which AOC had spent dominating Trump. They were both soaked in sweat now, the arena was not air-conditioned and it was a sweltering July night.

Ivanka was dressed in a custom-made, one piece white swimsuit, with “windows” in the side, highlighting her sexy hips. She was so damp now that the crowd could vaguely make out Ivanka’s large breasts from beneath the fabric of her suit. Alexandria was dressed more modestly in a black tank-top and black yoga pants, although they were tight enough to show off her trim, athletic body and her short was small enough to show off her tummy and a little cleavage.

“Alright, time to put the heiress out of her misery!” AOC announced to the cheering crowd before taking off at top speed.

However…just as she launched herself into the air to slam her knees into Ivanka’s face, Donald grabbed his daughter by the arm and dragged her ot of the corner. The result was that Alexandria smashed into the ring post at full speed, dislocating a knee. She writhed in pain, clutching at her knee and screaming bloody murder.

Meanwhile, Donald Trump slipped a roll of quarters into Ivanka’s right hand.

“Now, quick, like we talked about,” he commanded his daughter.

Ivanka didn’t need to be told twice. She shaked the cobwebs out of her head before crawling over to Alexandra and mounting her. Then she started swinging punches wildly into AOC’s face, including with the loaded right.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!


She must have launched two dozen blows into Alexandria’s’ chin and jaw, getting out all of her frustration after being beaten up for most of the match.

“Take that you mouthy little bitch!” Ivanka cried out.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

When she was finally done, Alexandria was moaning quietly in pain, her eyes were swollen shot. One of her legs was prone, while the other was bent at the knee but swaying lazily, almost out.

But Alexandria’s torture was far from over. Ivanka rolled her swimsuit top down, freeing her impressive rack. The crowd roared in approval! She then dropped down and stuffed her sweaty breasts into Alexandria’s face.

“Mmmmmmmffffffff….noooooooooo…..nnnnnnnnnnn…” a panicky AOC cried out as all her oxygen and light was blotted out.

Ivanka, who could finally deploy her greater size now that Alexandria was grounded, kept her pinned firmly to the mat by gripping the brunette’s head firmly and pushing it up into her tits, while using her long legs to grapevine her rival.

Alexandra tried bucking her hips to knock Ivanka off of her but without any luck.

She stamped her bare feet against the mat to protest.

She screamed for the ref to free her.

But the official glanced over at Donald Trump and the President winked at him. No help was coming from the ref.

Ivankas’s breasts were impossibly hot, they were sticky with perspiration which made the seal over Alexandria’s’ face even tighter. Ivanka was relentless. She didn’t give her an inch…not an inch…

“No air for you, bitch!” Ivanka crowed.

Finally, after several long minutes, both of Alexandria’s legs dropped to the mat. Her arms which had been trying to pry Ivanka off of her also dropped. Her hands switched from tight fists into open pleading hands. She was finished. But Ivanka stayed on top for at least another 90 seconds, making the crowd wonder if the blonde heiress was going to smother her to death.

Finally Ivanka lifted her breasts off of Alexandria’s face, a wet POP sound ringoing out as the vacuum seal was released.

Alexandria’s face was bright red after being kept without oxygen for so long, Her eyes were closed. A line of saliva was dribbling down from her lips to her chin.

“Ha! Where’s your ‘squad’ now? Where are all your Twitter fans now, huh” said Ivanka triumphantly.

She then proceeded to peel off Alexandria’s yoga pants off of her and her tank top, revealing a black bra and thong underwear underneath, as well as a sexy, little body.

“Oh! Looks at this! Guess Little Miss Feminism is actually a dirty slut behind closed doors, huh?” laughed Ivanka.

She then rolled Alexandria so she was half way out of the ring. Her upper body was still lying on the ring face down, while her lower body dangled off the side of the ring.

“Come over here daddy and give this little bitch the spanking she deserves!”. The President wasted no time and promptly waddled over and spanked AOC’s tight little ass as hard as he could a dozen times.

The sharp pain roused Alexandria from her smother-induced slumber and she quietly sobbed as she was humiliated by her most hated rival, the man she despised with every fibre of her being.

His enforcer, Ivanka, then grabbed her arm from behind, twisting it into a painful hammerlock. She then marched Alexandria slowly up the ring ramp. Every time she spotted someone in the crowd wearing a red MAGA hat she would maneuver Alexandria into position so the Trump fan could slap the brunette or spit at her.

Eventually she walked Alexandria walked her right out of the arena.

The Titantron screen then turned on and showed Ivanka dragging Alexandria into a waiting stretch limo. The limo was large enough that Ivanka was able to lay down AOC so she was completely prone on the back seat of the limo. Ivanka then climbed on top of her before once again plunging her bounteous breasts into Alexandria’s helpless, tear-soaked face. Ivanka was laughing deliriously, so delighted with how this match had turned out.

“And it was all for charity!” she laughed. What Alexandria didn’t know was that the proceeds would go to a Political Action Committee dedicated to re-electing Donald J. Trump.

The car door then closed and the vehicle drove off.

[Jackflash Jump]

Sarah Hyland vs Anna Kendrick



The Atomic Drop is a particularly devastating move, if executed properly.  Standing behind her opponent, one wrestler wraps her arms around the other girl's waist, lifts her up into the air, and then brings her down; as she does, the girl executing the move drops down to one knee, and the victim's groin smashes into her bent knee with her own full weight behind the impact.  Done once, it effectively takes the starch out of the poor girl who is made to suffer it.

Having nailed Anna with an Atomic Drop once, Sarah was assured that her blonde opponent would now offer scant resistance to a pin attempt.

But Hyland wasn't done yet.

The second Atomic Drop could be justified as icing on the cake, rendering Kendrick so ravaged that she would have no hope of recovering.  Given her ragdoll state as she sat moaning on her tormentor's knee, it was evident that this match was over but for the bell.

There was no morally justifiable reason for the third Atomic Drop.  The reason for it was simply that Sarah is as vile a sadist as the HWA has ever seen and for her, mere victory isn't enough...she has to punish her victim with all of the cruelty she can muster.

Her taut body reduced to something very akin or liquid, the now barely conscious Anna flops off of Hyland's knee and puddles onto the mat, a chirpy whine of anguish the only sign of life from her.  Sarah rises up and contemptuously kicks the blonde over onto her back, then plants a boot on Kendrick's chest as the referee goes through the formal motion of counting one...two...and three.

[Savant]

Ivanka Trump vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez – Day 3

This was day 3 of Alexandria’s captivity at the hands of Ivanka at Trump Tower following their slobberknocker of a pro-style match, which Ivanka had won via breast smother after intervention by her slimeball father.

Alexandria was laid out on a king –size bed, barely conscious and drenched in sweat. She was dressed in a silk, green teddy cut high at the hips to show off her long legs. A leather choker was tied tightly around her neck, with a ring attached to it. Ivanka had used to tie a leash to Alexandria and march her around the large condo. At this point, Alexandria was no longer bound. Over the past three days, Ivanka had broken her body and then broken her spirit. She was completely limp and servile now.

A smiling Ivanka marched into the room to check in on her plaything. Ivanka was dressed in lingerie herself; a black leather corset and black panties, were complimented by black leather fingerless gloves gave her an intimidating appearance. Ivanka crawled onto the bed and wrapped one hand in Alexandria’s long, dark hear to hold her steady and then started firing a series of punches into the Puerto Rican’s chin.

“Morning sweetie!” Ivanka chirped.

“Unghhh….unghhh….unghhh…” Alexandria whimpered as every punch rocked her.

Alexandria’s eyes clouded over after the fourth or fifth punch. She didn’t resist as Ivanka grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her over so she was on her stomach.

“No…no…not again….” Alexandria cried, knowing what was coming.

Ivanka jabbed three fingers into Alexandria from behind and started finger-fucking the brunette, slowly at first, then with increasing ferocity, quickly bringing Alexandria to a boiling, panting mess.

When Alexandria was on the verge of climaxing, Ivanka withdrew her fingers and let the Puerto Rican catch her breath again.

Then Ivanka started tribbing her from behind, pounding her crotch into Alexandria’s firm butt….again slowly at first….then more and more violently. Alexandria’s eyes rolled up into her head. She whimpered pitiably as Ivanka pounded her over and over, a wet slapping sound ringing out in the room as flesh met flesh.

But again, just as Alex was about to explode, Ivanka abruptly stopped.

“No. No. Please….finish….finish me off….” Alexandria whimpered desperately.

“Shut up.” Ivanka said coldly.

She turned Alexandria around and propped her so she was sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Ivanka sat in her lap. She wrapped one arm around Ivanka’s hip to keep her steady, while she used her other hand to start stimulating Alexandria once again. The two rivals were face to face now and Ivanka could see the effect on Alexandria as she was once again finger fucked.

“Oh…..oh…..oh God….” Alexandria whimpered.

“I own you, bitch. I own your trashy ass. After I fuck you, you’re going to clean my bathroom you piece of trash,” hissed a pitiless Ivanka.

Alexandria was panting. This time, Ivanka did not relent, she quickened the pace. Going in and out, in and out…until finally an exhausted Alexandria came.

“Gunnnngghhhhhh!!!!” Alexandria exclaimed.

Ivanka slapped the brunette as violently as she could manage just as she climaxed, combining pain and pleasure.

An utterly soaked Alexandria spilled over onto her side, drool coming out of her mouth.

Ivanka quickly clamped a reverse bear hug around Alexandria’s chest and started squeezing the oxygen out of the Puerto Rican’s lungs.

“No…no…” Alexandria whined.

“Yes! Yes!” laughed Ivanka, who brutally shook the brunette back and forth. Ivanka kept the grinding submission hold on for 10 long minutes, periodically shaking Alexandria when she was about to pass out, keeping her on the verge of unconsciousness but never quite letting her slip away.

Ivanka then dragged Alexandria, lying on her stomach, so that her head and arms were draped over the side of the bed. Ivanka sat down at the side of the bed and started using her long legs to fire kicks straight into Alexandria’s face while holding her arms so that the brunette would not wiggle away.

“Bam!”

“Bam!”

“Bam!”

The vicious kicks shook Alexandria, sweat exploding into the air every time a new kick struck her.

After the kicks, Alexandria was once again knocked out cold.

Ivanka climbed on top of her and slapped her awake. It took longer this time, the brunette in a deep slumber after all the punching and fucking and bearhugs and kicks to the face…

“Come on Alexandria…come one…we’re not done yet, sweetie…..wake up…” Ivanka cooed.

Alexandria’s eyes slowly opened as Ivanka kept gently slapping her. She sobbed quietly as pain radiated from her jaw after all the kicks.

Ivanka, delighted to see her awake again, bounced up and down joyfully on Alexandria’s tummy.

“Alright, time for your favourite move Alexandria,” said Ivanka menacingly.

She slowly lowered her large breasts and sealed them over Alexandria’s face. Alexandria wiggled, trying to free herself but she was simply too exhausted after three days of being beaten up.. Ivanka’s chest overwhelmed her, blotting out all light. She was sunk into a clammy, hot prison. Ivana’s breasts were so large…so heavy. Alexandria tried to move her head….tried to find some precious air…but Ivanka wasn’t giving her an inch.

“Suck on those tits, bitch. Suck on them,” Ivanka said, smiling. “Look at you now. Not so mouthy now, huh rebel? Who owns you bitch, huh? Who owns your ass?”

The last dregs of oxygen were snuffed out of Alexandria, the labored rise and fall of her chest stopped. Her legs which had been bent at the knees, slowly lowered. Her arms which had been pushing against Ivanka dropped, her hands opened pleadingly. Ivanka just kept grinding and grinding and grinding…

Finally she lifted her chest off of Alexandria’s face, a wet sound smacking in the air as the seal was released.

Ivanka then leaned over and started kissing the unconscious Alexandria over and over, long and deep.

“Mmmmm,,,,,mmmmm…mmmmmm” Ivanka moaned getting hot herself, as she kissed her hated enemy. She was thinking about the beating she had suffered during the first part of her pro-match with Alexandria a few days ago, how the Puerto Rican spitfire had pounded her into near defeat. How the tables had turned she thought!

She reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and retrieved a leash. She clamped onto the collar around Alex’s neck, getting ready to wake her up again and make her walk around on all fours once again.

Just the Donald Trump walked into the room.

“Did you get her ready for me Ivanka?”

“Yes, Daddy. She’s out. She won’t be lippy or disrespectful.”

“Good girl,” said the President, as his daughter reluctantly left the bedroom.

“Don’t go anywhere Alexandria. I’ll be back later to finish you off for good,” said the departing Ivanka.

[Sandman13]

It was the second week of shooting the remake of the old western movie "Destry Rides Again" and Victoria Justice was playing the sexy saloon girl while Jennifer Lawrence was portraying the prim and proper school marm.
The two women had found out early on that they simply didn't like each other and now that they were filming the most famous scenes in the movie - a ferocious catfight in the saloon - things had come to a head.
Victoria had "accidentally" punched Jennifer twice and the blonde had just shrugged it off. But when the scene called for Victoria to pull Jen's hair, she really yanked and tugged savagely. Well, push led to shove and shove led to Jennifer cutting loose with a barrage of rights and lefts in retaliation. That chilled the sexy brunette but Jennifer wasn't satisfied. She proceeded to toss Vic all over the set and culminated her tirade by grabbing Victoria's long brown hair and spinning her in a circle before letting loose. That left Victoria flying across the set to finally come to rest sprawled across the bar. Her big brown eyes were rolling in her head and she was babbling about giving up and being sorry - all things that a furious Jennifer completely ignored.
While the cameras rolled Jennifer set the wobbly Victoria up on the bar and socked her one last time right to the chin. Victoria rocked back and forth before slowly sliding to the floor, out like a light.
"Cut!" yelled the director. "I think we got just what we needed!"

[Savant]

Battle of the Teen Starlets:
Isabela Moner (18 yrs old) vs. Kiernan Shipka (19 yrs old)

Isabela, the Peruvian star of the live action Dora the Exlorer movie, was on her knees in front of Kiernan, the Mad Men starlet. The blonde had a handful of her rival’s hair. Isabela was swaying uneasily after suffering a terrific beating so far. Kiernan pulled back her arm before punching Isabela in the jaw, then the right eye, then the nose. The rapid fire blows watered Isabela’s eyes and she groaned in pain.

The match between the two long-time enemies had been pretty even at first. Isabela had used her greater speed and athleticism to hit a series of high flying moves: dropkicks, moonsaults and rope-assisted spears that had rendered Kiernan dizzy.

But the blonde slowed things down with frequent ropes breaks and escapes to the outside of the ring, interrupting Isabela's momentum....and eventually she had gradually asserted control using her mastery of submission holds. A long-held hammerlock had brought Isabela to a whimpering stop as Kiernan marched her into one of the ring’s corners. Kiernan tightened the joint lock, jamming up Isabela’s arm as far as it could possible go, while simultaneously wringing out the brunette’s trapped wrist. The pain was so blinding that it prevented Isabela from even thinking about a counter.

Kiernan finally let her go but only to turn her around in the corner and start hitting the brunette’s core with shoulder block after shoulder block. The vicious shots to Isabela’s tummy quickly weakened her, blasting all the oxygen out of her lungs. After a few shots, Isabela started folding over Kiernan after every gut shot. Her eyes winced in pain after very explosive strike. Isabella started mumbling to herself. She may have been giving up but she couldn’t muster enough breath to be heard and a smiling Kiernan seemed to realize this as she did not let up on the shoulder blocks for several more minutes.

Finally, Kiernan draped Isabela’s arms over the top ropes and started dancing around the brunette, while firing jabs and uppercuts into the brunette’s face, smiling as she treated Isabela like a speed bag.

Finally the brunette dropped to her knees in front of the blonde completely exhausted. The blonde tagged her again a few times, which is where we came in.

Then Kiernan dropped to her knees in front of Isabela. She wrapped one arm around Isabela’s hip and lower back, pulling the brunette in closely. Kiernan then started firing punch after punch - slow, steady and heavy – into Isabela’s stomach. Kiernan was able to study the pain in Isabela’s face every time she took another gut shot. She delighted in seeing the effect of her blows on her rival.

“Do you want to give up Izzy? You must want to give up,” taunted Kiernan.

Isabela desperately did want to give up but all the blows to her stomach left her unable to speak, she could only grunt and squeak. Her pleading eyes though showed what distress she was in.

“Oh I think you do! Ask her ref. I think she wants to give,” Kiernan ordered the ref.

“Isabela do you give up?” asked the ref.

Isabela nodded her head quick, signaling her surrender.

A triumphant Kiernan fired a few more punches into Isabela’s stomach, the hardest blows yet, as the bell rung.

Finally Kieran relented and Isabela pooled onto the mat, clutching at her tummy and quietly sobbing.

“Found your weak spot, huh honey?” laughed Kiernan, as the ref lifted her arm in victory.

[Jackflash Jump]

Jennette McCurdy vs Bindi Erwin



"Cr-crikey!" the Aussie beauty gasped.

It had been as savage a brawl as the spectators had ever seen...a genuine slobberknocker between two pint-sized powerhouses, as Bindi and Jennette hammered, slammed and stomped one another the length and breadth of the penthouse living room.  Now however, the American blonde had taken the upper hand; from behind her opponent, she had managed to apply her devastating Reverse Bearhug, McCurdy's steely arms locked tight across Erwin's ample bosom, squeezing with such pressure that the Australian's own breasts pressed against her lungs, preventing her from drawing a decent breath.  "No hope for you now, sweet cheeks!" Jennette tauntingly rasped into her panting rival's ear.  Knowing she couldn't withstand this punishment much longer, Bindi realized she had to make a desperate bid to escape.

The brunette's body suddenly began to sink; McCurdy assumed her knees were buckling, and the blonde began crouching to 'ride' her opponent down.  But Erwin wasn't dropping to her knees...instead, she was bending down into a crouch.  And suddenly she sprang up, startling Jennette.  Bindi exerted so much effort, she managed to lift herself up off of the floor, and her tormentor found herself off-balance.  The result was that the blonde fell backward to the floor, with her brunette adversary crashing atop her with her full weight.  The impact caused Jennette to let out a loud gasp as her arms flew open, freeing the Aussie.  Adrenaline pumping, Bindi delivered an elbow smash to her rival's ribs to further weaken her, then rolled off of the blonde.  "My turn," the brunette said with a smirk.

What that turn consisted of was Erwin wrapping her powerful legs around her opponent's chest, locking her ankles and applying her signature Python Lock scissors.  McCurdy's eyes went wide with panic as the first wave of crushing agony struck; her body thrashed and her hands slapped and tugged at the limbs that encircled her, her breasts smashed flat.  But her efforts availed her naught, as Erwin continued to increase the pressure.

Realizing she was doomed, the fast-fading blonde began tapping furiously at her oppressor's leg, but the Aussie ignored her submission and continued squeezing.  In the course of their battle she had  developed a severe hatred for her rival (the feeling being mutual), and the brunette fully intended to enjoy destroying the American fully and completely.

Finally, McCurdy let out a long, pitiful sigh and her eyelids fluttered shut as she was squeezed into unconsciousness.  Bindi let out a gasping laugh of joy and relief, opened up her legs...and promptly passed out herself from exhaustion.