[Savant]

Thanks!

Beautiful story

[EJB]

She lay flat on her back wondering how she had gotten here. The two women were stunningly similar. Nearly the same height, similar body type, unusual names,etc. Their career paths rarely crossed, but they had fought many times with Charlize undefeated against Saffron, each performance more dominant than the last.

She was surprised, but ultimately confident, when the challenge for a sexfight came from the brunette. A sexfight win over a sultry lesbian with a great body would be yet another feather in her hat. What had happened was unfathomable to the small crowd gathered for the penthouse condo event. The brunette had dominated from the outset.

That led to the current moment. Charlize was flat on her back. Their lips were melded together, tongues dancing and darting between. Four small, pert breasts were joined at the nipple, swelling slightly between the two bodies. Abs rippled against abs. Their thighs bulged against each other as the brunette's calves were wrapped in a lightly held grapevine against the blonde's. Most importantly in the moment, their meaty flowers were suctioned together as their love buds dueled in clitoral combat.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!!"

A moan and a squeal was the signal to all that the event was over. Charlize's body convulsed in orgasmic bliss as her conqueror rode her through the climax with practiced expertise.

"Your turn."

The command was simple and obeyed without hesitation. The blonde located the offending pussy just above her face and went to work bringing the other woman to orgasm as a reward for her stellar, one-sided victory. Charlize Theron would still be the queen of the long and lean sexpots to the public at large, but at least a few of the Hollywood elite would know that Saffron Burrows had owned her with ease.

[hasteisofthedevil]

                                                                Emma Watson vs Maisie Williams – A classic revenge tale


The story takes place in 2015.

Emma Watson
Age: 25
Height: 1.65m (5’5”)
Weight: 53Kg (117 lbs)

Maisie Williams:
Age: 18
Weight: 51kg (112 lbs)
Height: 1.55m (5’1”)



Emma entered the ring confidently in a white spots bra and black yoga pants glancing at Maisie who has wearing a black bandeau bra and panties. Emma wanted a real opponent and was annoyed that an “amateur” such as Maisie was being matched up against her.

“It’s time to teach you some class” Emma exhaled...

And it was the last thing she said for the night. The match didn’t go in Emma’s favour and she didn’t get to show of any of her so called “skills” as Maisie decimated her at will. The shorter girl ducked under and dodges most of Emma’s punches, responding with clean belly strikes, then following with kicks to her hips, colouring the girls mid-section black and blue for four rounds in a row.

When she was done and Emma was limping and dragging herself around the ring, Maisie was ready to draw some blood. A few more strikes to Emma’s belly were enough to drive her to ropes and Maisie begun with a left-right jabbing series all over Emma’s face only to be stopped by the bell a minute into the beating, leaving her opponent with a bloody lip, nose and a small gash on her cheek.

Going into round 5 Emma was barely on her feet, she took her time getting of the stool while Maisie was jumping around and stretching. A full 90 seconds go by with Maisie jabbing, circling around Emma, flanking and combining punches and kicks. Emma either very late to react or completely unresponsive making Maisie free to strike wherever she wants. Back to the ropes is, Maisie continues jabbing upstairs and down, now using her knees to leave a few more bruises around Emma’s midsection, going back upstairs with hooks and crosses. Another minute passes with Maisie mercilessly beating her opponent. 

The referee has seen enough, moves in an stops the fight declaring Maisie a clear winner.

Watson not so big on words after the fight, refusing to talk to the press and limping back to her locker room.




This is my first contribution to the site, hope I'm doing it right.

[Dario]

Great story, you did it!. Fine, many thanks.

[Jackflash Jump]

This is my first contribution to the site, hope I'm doing it right.

Welcome to the group, Alicia!  We're all looking forward to more great stories from you. 

[Jackflash Jump]

Kaley Cuoco vs Ashley Tisdale



Within the elite celebrity catfighting circle exists an even more elite sub-clique:  the CBS group.  Founded in the early 1950s, it restricts its combatants to actresses who appear in CBS television series (or those of the network's subsidiaries, the CW and Showtime).  Matches are held in a private floor in the network's New York City skyscraper headquarters, known as the 'Black Rock'.

For 12 years, the preeminent combatant in this group was the undisputed darling of the network, Kaley Cuoco.  And although her series, The Big Bang Theory, had at last gone off the air, such is the admiration for Kaley that she was given the unique honor of being a 'CBS Emeritus'...meaning that she can continue to wrestle for them for as long as she wishes.

That fact doesn't sit well with certain other actresses, who feel that Cuoco has seized the spotlight for far too long.  There's more than a trace of envy in this attitude, to be sure, but also a legitimate sense that Kaley's being shown a special privilege that no other woman had enjoyed before.  But for one CBS newcomer, she couldn't be happier that Kaley was still around.

Ashley Tisdale had been gravely disappointed to hear that TBBT was ending its long run on the air just before Tisdale's new show, Carol's Second Act, debuted on the network.  So she was overjoyed when Cuoco received her emeritus status, and promptly made a challenge.  Duly accepted, both blondes found themselves in Manhattan for the confrontation.  Whisked up separately in a private elevator car denied to those who were not invited to tonight's confrontation, both beauties found a luxurious penthouse sumptuously decorated, with private dressing rooms for both of them, and a large living room for them to do battle.

Kaley had heard of Ashley's determination to usurp her in the network's catfight hierarchy, of course, and as the two emerged into the room garbed in their bikinis to battle, the veteran gave a condescending smile and said, "I heard you want to be the Queen.  Well, you can be my throne instead."  Tisdale merely smiled back in her most supercilious way and purred, "Wait and see."

If those in attendance thought that Ashley's words were just cocky bravado, they were very quickly taught otherwise...as was Kaley, who wasn't expecting her fellow blonde to be such a hellion!  To the onlookers, it seemed to be a battle of equals as the two fought to a veritable stalemate for ten...fifteen...twenty minutes.  "I always knew you were a pathetic joke," Ashley grunted as they struggled.  "And tonight I've going to prove it!"   For Kaley it was much more distressing, as she knew she was giving it her all, and only just achieving a standstill.  She knew that if she couldn't put Tisdale away soon, she would be too exhausted to continue fighting.  In desperation she throws a haymaker punch, hoping to send Ashley sprawling to the floor.

However, Tisdale deftly ducks under the blow as Cuoco's fists hits nothing but empty air.  Driving her shoulder into her adversary's belly and wrapping her arms around Kaley's waist, Ashley with a grunt lifts her rival up, onto to slam her onto her back a moment later, the impact knocking the air from the victim's lungs.  Kaley lay there moaning, eyes glassy and half-lidded, as Ashley went for her coup de grâce:  Standing over her opponent's body, Tisdale turned around until she was facing Kaley's legs.  She then sat down hard, her butt slamming down upon Cuoco's 34C's, knocking what scant air she still had from her searing lungs.  Ashley then wriggled her hips and slid her body backward until her derrière settled down snugly over Kaley's sweat-soaked face.  Cuoco's body squirms, her hands slapping at the thighs of her oppressor, but she is far too spent to effect any sort of escape.  A self-satisfied smile upon her face, Ashley grinds her hips to further taunt her victim.  Soon enough, Cuoco's lush body ceases to move altogether.

Victorious, Ashley rises up off her conquered rival's body.  Standing over Cuoco, Tisdale stomps a foot upon her heaving chest and presses it down; looking at the network executives who gaze in worshipfulness at her, the triumphant blonde declares, "All hail your new Queen of CBS!"

[EJB]

Winter and Breslin



Eve and Atwell



The Brits had worked well as a team from the start. They took the challenge of the two younger Americans, accepting their rules of a tornado tag with all four women competing nude simultaneously and agreeing that the match could only end with a member of the losers knocked out with a breast smother. The blondes and the brunettes faced off to start, the younger women challenging their older opponents to go tit-to-tit. Alice grinned as her breasts easily overwhelmed Abigail's, while Haley could hide the concern on her face as Ariel's jugs punched into hers slightly.

Ariel yelled switch, and the opposing pairs met with nearly identical results. The young blonde was clearly the least firm in the ring while the young brunette seemed to have a slight, but definite advantage. Ariel again tried to control things, going for a bearhug on the taller blonde, only to catch a knee to the crotch. Being quickly disposed of, the London team began picking apart who they considered the weaker link, pummeling Breslin all over the ring. Seeing their other adversary making her way back into the ring, Atwell grabbed the American screamer and launched her head first into the post, the starlet essentially knocked out on the floor.

Seeing their chance, the two 37 year olds attacked Ms. Winter's famous globes with fury, fists and claws beating the flesh bloody and raw. Leaving their shorter foe leaned up against the turnbuckle, the British women cupped and displayed their breasts as they paraded around the ring soaking in the adoration of the audience on hand. Hayley set the mood with a shout, "Time for miss piggy to see the famous London Fog!" The crowd roared, anticipating the finishing maneuver that Alice and Hayley had been promising since the match had been set.

They pulled Ariel to the middle of the ring, Hayley in front of her and Alice behind. Hayley lined her tits up with the face of her shorter foe, moving into a bit of a standing tit smother. Instead of wrapping her arms around the back of the youngster's head, she placed them on the shoulders of her teammate. At that, Alice moved forward, her tits coming around the back of Ariel's head and locking up at the nipples with her teammate, and wrapped her arms around Hayley's back, creating a 4 tit vacuum seal around the head of the younger fighter. To everyone's enjoyment, as the younger, shorter fighter struggled to breathe, the two Brits sealed it with a kiss, their tongues dancing from mouth to mouth, until finally they could no longer hold up their opponent and allowed Ariel to crash to the mat unconscious.

As the bell rang, signifying their victory, the brunette whispered smilingly to her blonde partner, "Her tits were really doing a number on yours while mine stood up to them just fine." Alice kept her smile, not daring to show her irritation, but thought to herself that Hayley may need her tits straightened out soon if she didn't watch it.

[Jackflash Jump]

great job with another Kaley match.  Is it just me or does it seem that Kaley, who in my opinion never really proved herself against anyone except some occasional matches with Kat, as that great of a fighter as of late.  She seems to be heading towards "jobber" status at this point.  Just look at the past couple of matches, it is tough with matches going away when people drop off, but a quick scan seems to show  her better days are behind her.  Or am I missing something?

You may be on to something there, Maxx.  I myself have no grand plan for Kaley...when I use her, I let my muse tell me which way the match should go.  So perhaps she's past her peak and heading toward jobberdom...or maybe she'll be reinvigorated and claw her way back up to the top.  I guess only time will tell. 

[Jackflash Jump]

Flashback 1979:  The Landers Sisters (Audrey & Judy) vs Pink Lady (Mie & Kei)
HWA Tag Team Championship Match



It was as the match neared the 30 minute mark that it began to spiral out of control.  The high flying style of visiting Japanese superstars Mie Nemoto and Kei Masuda had proved vexing to Audrey and Judy Landers, who found themselves relying more and more upon rougher tactics as the match progressed.  Of course, as they swiftly learned, the deceptively sweet looking Asian girls were more than happy to resort to dirty tricks to fight fire with fire.

Things were chaotic both in and out of the ring now; at ringside, Judy and Mie were trading judo chops, both staggered by the chest-thumping blows.  In the ring itself were the two legal contestants of the moment, Audrey and Kei.  Audrey has just hoisted her opponent up for a body slam, but Masuda managed to wriggle free and slip down the American's back.  Momentarily confused, Audrey pauses just a few heartbeats before whirling around to face her foe...but that was all the time Kei needed to reach into a hidden pocket in the cleavage of her ring suit, pull out a small plastic bag, and hurl the contents...salt...into the blonde's face.  The referee doesn't see the illegal act, but the sudden shriek from Landers, followed by her staggering backwards, knuckles furiously rubbing her eyes to clear them, indicates her evident distress.

Wasting no time, the Japanese battler scales up the turnbuckles of the nearest corner, perches precariously upon the top ropes, and then flings herself into the air, delivering a cross body splash that flattens Audrey to the canvas.  In a blur of motion, Kei hooks a leg...and grabs a handful of the blonde's tights just to make certain she doesn't kick out...and the referee drops to his knees to start the three count.  From ringside Judy sees what is transpiring and dives under the bottom rope to save her sister, but suddenly finds her forward motion halted and then reversed as Mie grabs her around the thighs and drags her back out of the ring.

And three seconds later, the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance has new tag team champions!

As Pink Lady strut around the ring holding aloft their newly-won leather and gold, Judy climbs into the ring to help her sister up, and both of them get in the face of the ref, furiously contesting their loss.  Suddenly their battle senses flare and they whirl around...but only to be met by Mie and Kei slamming the belts down across their foreheads.  The blondes are left splayed across the mat, blood staining their golden hair and trickling down their faces, and have to be carried out of the ring on stretchers, and the new Champs bask in the boos and jeers of the fans.


Flashback 2000:  Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Rachel Bilson



"How 'bout it, Rachel?" the referee asked.  The brunette's only response was a loud moan of pain and a gutteral, "PH-PHUUUUCCCCKKKK NOOOOOO!"  Bilson had found herself in the one place she didn't want to be...snared in Sarah's figure four.

For Gellar, this match was personal.  Rachel had been a holy terror of late in the HWA, most recently using every illegal trick she could think of to not merely beat Sarah's tag partner, Alyson Hannlgan, but to sideline the redhead for at least a month with injured ribs.  Rachel made it plain she was setting her sights next on SMG, and the blonde welcomed the challenge.  She was going to put a stop of Bilson's reign of terror, and teach her a much-deserved lesson.

Of course, that was easier said than done.  Their match had been more or less a stalemate as the two beauties saw control shift back and forth between them.  But now Sarah had her most devastating finisher locked on, and it would only be a matter of time before her victim submitted.  Maybe the blonde would release her, or maybe she would keep the hold locked on until the brunette passed out from the pain...SMG decided to see how she felt when the moment came.

But instead of giving in to the blinding agony that tortured her shapely leg, Rachel's fighting spirit demanded that she make one last, desperate attempt to escape.  With a sudden twist of her body, she struggled to roll over to her side, and to take her tormentor over with her.  Not expecting this, Sarah hadn't properly braced herself with her arms, so she found herself being turned over onto her hip.  She struggled with all of her might to return the pair to their backs, and for a long moment they remained frozen in place.

But then with a roar, Bilson managed to turn the two of them over onto their stomachs.  Their legs were still entwined, but now by the laws of physics, all of the pressure was reversed, and it was Gellar who was suffering!  Her own hands tugging at her flaxen mane to try and block out the pain to her leg, Sarah let out sharp squeals of pain, her body thrashing as she tried to pull herself free.  But now that she was in command, Rachel wasn't about to relinquish it.  Pressing her hands to the mat, she pushes her upper body up, adding to the pressure torquing the blonde's entrapped gam, and causing SMG to shriek all the louder.

Her legion of fans begin chanting "DON'T TAP!  DON'T TAP!  DON'T TAP!", but although her magnificent spirit is willing to endure the anguish, her flesh is too weak to continue, and suddenly she begins to frantically pound the canvas with her open right hand, sobbing, "I GIVE!  ENOUGH!  I GIVE UP!!!"

But the black-hearted brunette isn't quite so ready to put an end to her fun.  She continues to pour on the pressure, until finally the referee threatens her with reversing the decision if she doesn't stop.  Giving an exaggerated schoolgirl's pout, Rachel reluctantly frees her victim, and Sarah rolls back and forth on the canvas, clutching her throbbing knee as tears streak down her face.  She would be joining her tag partner on the injured list for the next few weeks, but at least the time off would give both Sarah and Aly ample opportunity to plot their revenge on Bilson.

[Jackflash Jump]

Margot Robbie vs Eliza Dushku



They are a tangle of limbs as they thrash as one upon the penthouse floor, their sweat-soaked skin marred by scratches, their only sounds the grunts of effort, groans of pain, and gasps for breath.  There seems to rhyme nor reason to their movements, appearing for all the world like a single eight-limbed beast trying to destroy itself.

But then, so suddenly that none of the onlookers whose gaze have riveted upon the contest were quite certain how, the blonde managed to roll the brunette onto her stomach and was mounting her back.  Frantic to avoid being trapped beneath her opponent, Eliza pushed herself up to her hands and knees, with Margot sitting on her back like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco.  Doubtless in another instant the brunette would rear up, intent on throwing her rival off.  But before she could do so, Robbie planted her feet to the floor, lifted herself up, and then dropped back down, slamming her butt onto the small of Dushku's back.  Her arms and legs flying out beneath her, Eliza grunted heavily as she was flattened to the carpeted floor.

In a blur of motion, Margot flattened her body down upon her adversary's using her feet to grapevine wide the brunette's legs, denying her leverage.  The blonde then snaked her left arm across Dushku's throat, securing a Rear Naked Choke.  The brunette's eyes go wide with panic as her hands clutch ineffectually at the limb drawn tight across her windpipe.  She gags for air, as the last dregs of power she still had left following this long and brutal brawl fade away.  As her movements grow sluggish and her eyelids droop, Margot can't suppress a cruel smile as she taunts her opponent in her mocking Australian accent: "Not so tough after all, are you sweetcheeks?"  Dushku's only response is a gurgle, and then her eyes shut and she goes limp.

Victorious, Margot releases her chokehold and stands up, planting a foot triumphantly on her beaten rival's rear end and flexing her arms as the spectators jump to their feet for a rousing ovation.

[Jackflash Jump]

Madison Iseman vs Yara Shahidi



Yara let out a long moan as she stumbled away, eyes suddenly glazed.  She had been dominating the fight almost from the very start, but then in a total fluke, Madison flailed her arms, and her elbow smashed into her opponent's right temple, severely stunning her.  Madison didn't care if it was just sheer dumb luck on her part, she was determined to make the most of it.  It had been humiliating to the blonde that her adversary had been so clearly out-wrestling her.  Madison Iseman takes second to no woman, least of all this bronzed bitch!

She kept the pressure up on Shahidi, starting with a palm blow to the jaw that further rattled the raven-haired beauty's senses.  Deciding to play with her rival as a cat does with a mouse, Madison stepped behind Yara and placed the heels of her palms to her victim's temples, then executed a skull crusher.  Shahidi whined in pain as the pressure slowed the blood flow to her brain, and she slowly sank to her knees in a stupor.  Beaming a smugly self-confident smile, Iseman released her hold and stepped over to her kneeling foe's side; she next snapped a kick, the ball of her foot smashing into the side of Yara's face.  Then she unleashed another, and then a third, which was the one that sent the sepia-skinned battler sprawling to the floor in a daze.

Standing over her fallen opponent, hands on her hips, the blonde smirked and, raising her right leg, began to stomp her heel down on Yara's forehead.  The pounding robbed the brunette of what scant awareness she had left, and she lay there groaning in semi-consciousness.  "Let's go for the show-stopper finisher, dear" Madison cooed; she then executed an impressive leg splits, her body dropping down until her crotch settled down over the hapless Shahidi's face, executing a humiliating face sit knockout.  It was a stunning example of how fate could turn the fortunes of war around in an instant.  Madison didn't care if she lucked into this win...it was her triumph, and she reveled in it!

Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg: Three Sides to Every Story



It was a classic Rashomon moment, with no two tellings of the tale quite matching the other.

First, Amanda's version:  "I don't mean to sound vain, but I was brilliant that night.  I was at my total peak physically and mentally.  Trachtenberg never stood a chance!  I dominated her right from the start, and made her my little bitch.  I could have finished her off in a few minutes, but I let the match go on, because all of those wonderfully powerful people were there to see a fight, and I didn't want to disappoint them.  But really, she was pathetic.  I mean, she tried her best, but on her best day she's not even close to me on my worst.  I was just laughing at her feeble attempts to fight back.  She was blubbering like a little baby, her bottom lip pouting out as I humiliated her again and again.  Finally I took pity on the dumb sow and decided to put her out of her misery.  I locked my headscissors around her empty skull, and when I start to squeeze, believe me, nobody ever escapes!  I can crack a coconut with these thighs.  Anyway, she was screaming her submission, but I refused to accept it.  She was just a few seconds away from passing out, when suddenly the ombudsman jumps in and declares the match a draw!  What the fuck is that all about?!?  I had her totally beat, and he had to save her ass!  I know why...they've created the fiction that Trachtenberg is a great fighter, and my defeating her would shatter that myth.  It's all a conspiracy to deny me my rightful glory!  Well, they can't protect her forever, and someday...soon, I hope...I'll finish that bitch off once and for all!"

Next, Michelle was solicited for her take on the event:  "I hate to say it, but Amanda is probably my toughest opponent.  All of our fights are brutal.  But she also makes me step up my game, and I think some of my best matches have been against her.  Anyway, she was really good that night, but I was better.  The only way she could get any advantage was to cheat.  I came out of there with all kinds of scratches and bite marks from that mangy bitch!  But I still out-wrestled her.  I had a bunch of chances to end the match, but I knew just how I wanted to win, so I bided my time until I had the chance.  Seyfried is always bragging around her legs and how powerful her scissors is.  Well, she knows very well that my scissors is twice as lethal as hers, and she does whatever she can to avoid being caught between my thighs.  But finally she couldn't escape, and I clamped my scissors around her head, locked my ankles, and from that moment on I knew it was just a matter of time before she either tapped out or passed out.  I was hoping her pride wouldn't let her submit, because I would have loved to have KO'd her.  Anyway, I could feel the eyes of all of the spectators riveted on me as I utterly destroyed her.  But then all of a sudden, the ombudsman tells me to break the hold, because the match was a draw!  I was so shocked I didn't respond, and he had to threaten me with suspension if I didn't let her go.  Well, I may have been robbed of the official victory, but everyone who was there knows full well that I won that fight!  Just as I'll beat Seyfried again the next time we meet, and every other time after that."

Perhaps the only person who could reconcile these two very diametrically opposite viewpoints is the most controversial member of this trio, the match's ombudsman:  "I've been hosting celebrity catfights in my Laguna Beach home for years, and without a doubt the Trachtenberg/Seyfried matches have been among the most thrilling.  I've never seen such two perfectly matched rivals.  And they most definitely did not disappoint this time.  When one would make some magnificent move, the other could counter brilliantly.  It was like watching a catfighting seminar!  But because they're so evenly matched, the fight was a veritable stalemate from the opening moments, with neither beauty able to hold control of the action for very long before her opponent turned the tide.  They battled this way almost for a full hour, long past their limits of endurance, fueled I guess by the hatred they share for each other, and it was obvious to us all that the only way this was probably going to end was with one just passing out from sheer exhaustion.  Anyway, I'm not quite sure how it happened, but they were grappling on the floor, rolling back and forth, just a tangle of arms and legs, and then suddenly they snared each other in headscissors simultaneously!  Not to sound crass, but it was the most tantalizing '69' I've ever seen, as two sets of the most perfect legs in Hollywood locked down on each other.  They were each whimpering in pain and growling in determination in equal measures, the muscles of their legs tight like steel cords, the sweat glistening off of their bodies.  I'm sure every one of us in the audience held out breath in suspense, wondering who would emerge the winner from this incredible duel.  And then it happened...they both gave out loud, languid sighs and their bodies suddenly went limp.  They had knocked each other out at the same time!  I had no choice but to declare the match a draw."

[Jackflash Jump]

Hayden Panettiere vs La Pantera



The crowd's roar of approval grew to a deafening din as the masked maiden climbed up the turnbuckles.  Reaching the top, she balanced herself with feline grace upon the top ropes.  There she paused, a smile on her face as she turned her head to look at the thousands of cheering fans packed into the HWA Arena, by far the vast majority of them ecstatic that the luchadora is mere moments away from finishing off Hayden Panettiere, the most despised rulebreaker in the league.  La Pantera was a newcomer to the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, hailing from 'parts unknown' in Mexico, her true identity a mystery to all...even the HWA's management.  But in short order she shot up the ranks, and the match that the fans were clamoring for...her versus Hayden...was now seconds away from conclusion with a victory for the Latinx.

Below her on the canvas, Panettiere swayed on uncertain legs, her eyes glazed from the superkick that left her virtually out on her feet.  La Pantera flung herself into the air to deliver her aerial bodysplash finisher on the hapless blonde.  But while hapless she may be at the moment, Hayden was far from helpless.  At the last instant she revealed that she was playing possum, and she dodged out of the way.  What's more as she did so, she grabbed the arm of the nearby referee and pulled him into the line of fire, so it was the zebra that the luchadora splashed to the mat, leaving him splayed and semi-conscious.  Horrified at what has happened, La Pantera climbs up off of the insensate official and seems uncertain what to do for several seconds.  She then turns around...and is met by an eyepoke from the blonde that leaves the shrieking luchadora momentarily sightless.

That's all the time Hayden needs to execute a sitdown stunner, which leaves the masked lass dazed and mewling.  Wasting no time, Panettiere drags her opponent by the ankles over to the ropes and rolls her under to the apron.  She then hauls the still-stunned luchadora up to her feet and drapes her arms over the top rope that is against her back, leaving La Pantera facing out to the crowd.  Slipping back into the ring, the blonde yanks the middle cable up, snapping it over her adversary's shoulders and trapping her arms between the strands.  With the brunette now trapped, Panettiere wears a Cheshire smile as she starts to unlace the mask of her foe.  "Noooooooo" the luchadora moans weakly, unable to prevent it.

In Mexican wrestling, there is no greater loss, and no more shameful humiliation, than for a luchadora to lose her mask.  But in this instance, the blonde suspects there is something more.  Too many of La Pantera's moves seemed familiar.  She was no unknown rookie, Hayden was sure of that.  And now she was going to prove it.

The television camera zoomed in on La Pantera's face, betraying the panic in her dark eyes, plastering that look upon the arena's jumbotron and on millions of television screens the world over.  Loosening the last lace, Panettiere beamed a smile as she tore the mask off and revealed the face of...Selena Gomez!



Panettiere's suspicion had been right!  Earlier in the year, she and Gomez had been feuding, culminating in a 'Loser Leaves Town' match that required the loser to leave the HWA for a full year.  Hayden won that match and Selena fell off of the wrestling radar, her career in the Alliance derailed.  Now it is clear to all that Selena opted to try and circumvent the ban by returning under a mask.  So long as no one knew her true identity, she was safe.  Now however, it's known to all that she had violated the terms of the ban, and Panettiere knew exactly what that meant.  "Aww, poor baby...if you read the fine print of the contract, you know that your little mask stunt just added a second year to your expulsion.  And after this, they won't be letting any masked mystery girls in the league, so don't bother trying this again!"  Gomez said nothing, but the tears streaming down her face made plain her sense of despair.

But Panettiere wasn't interested in merely crushing her rival's spirit...she intended to inflict more bodily harm on her.  With Gomez still trapped in the ropes and helpless, the blonde yanked her by the hair, tilting her head backward.  That allowed Hayden to savagely sink her teeth into the Latinx's scalp, biting down as Selena shrieked in pain.  The blonde had sworn after their last match that if she ever saw Gomez again, she's leave her a bloody heap on the floor, and she was intent on making good on that threat.  Within moments a trace of blood began to trickle down Selena's forehead, and soon enough the trickle become a downpour, swiftly masking her face anew, this time with her own crimson blood!  Panettiere ceased her biting, and followed up with a rabbit punch to the back of Selena's skull, leaving her barely conscious.  Unhooking the ropes to free her victim, Hayden let Gomez collapse to the arena floor, where she lay in an unmoving tangle of limbs.  The blonde then helped the woozy ref back up to his feet, leading him over to the ropes to show him the sprawled grappler on the floor.  The ref then dutifully counted to twenty while Hayden strutted and preened around the ring, basking in the torrent of boos from the crowd, while the medics arrived to gingerly place the shattered Selena onto a stretcher and carry her back for stitches...and a hastily-drafted letter from the HWA attorney explaining that her suspension will now be extended for another 12 months.

[wheelman]

Compact and athletic. With a mean streak a mile wide. Hayden is pound for pound one of the baddest chicks out there. 

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Raven Symone vs Danielle Fishel



Raven grunted as her spine took the brunt of the impact from the Irish whip into the corner.  Her arms were slung over the top ropes on either side of her and her curvaceous body slumped a bit.  From across the ring, Danielle wore a sly half-grin, and she then charged at her opponent with all of the speed she could muster, prepared to finish her off with a body splash.

But at the last moment Raven, clutching the ropes for support, pulled her legs up and bent them at the knees, and it was those joints which Fishel's chest smashed hard into.  Stunned and in agony from the impact, Danielle staggered backward, while Symone pushed out of the corner and moved in swiftly, throwing her right fist deep into her adversary's belly, forcing a sharp exhalation of breath from the busty beauty.

Adrenaline pumping now as she catches her second wind, Raven dips at the knees and pulls Fishel over her shoulders.  Straightening up, Symone then begins to turn around and around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an airplane spin.  Dani yowls as she is whirled around, her senses reeling.  Suddenly Raven shrugs her cargo off, and Danielle crashes to the mat with a thud, rolling over onto her back with a dazed moan.

A leg drop slams down across Fishel's chest like a guillotine, knocking even more air from her lungs.  And now Symone opts to bring this contest to an end.  She snakes her powerful legs around her rival's upper body, specifically trapping Danielle's breasts within the scissors.  Locking her ankles and pouring all of her might into her legs, Raven within instants has Fishel gasping and moaning in anguish, as the hold forces Dani's own 36D's to press down on her lungs, preventing her from drawing more than the scantest of breaths.  She squirms within the visehold, but nothing she can do frees her.  Realizing she's being crushed into unconsciousness. Dani starts to tap her hand on her oppressor's leg.  The ref sees it and opens his mouth, ready to call for the bell, when Raven cuts him off.

"She isn't tapping!"

"It's a submission!" the official contends.

Glaring at the zebra, Raven repeats:  "I said she.  Isn't.  Tapping."

Understanding her meaning, the referee chooses to ignore Dani's taps, which brings a flash of fear to her eyes.  But soon enough those eyes flutter shut, and her lush body goes limp.  The ref raises and releases her left arm three times, and all three times it flops limply to the canvas.  Only then does he call for the bell.

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Kaley Cuoco vs Savannah Chrisley



Her whole body felt as heavy as lead, and moved sluggishly.  But a double palm slam to her opponent's temples had dropped Savannah to the floor in a daze, and Kaley knew she had to move with whatever haste her exhausted body could muster.  This used to be a lot easier, she thinks as she grabs at the younger blonde's hair and hauls her back up to her feet.  But she can at least take solace in the fact that her more youthful adversary is just as spent and exhausted as she is.  Or so she thought.

She hadn't expected Savannah to recover as quickly as she did, and she most definitely did not anticipate the Southern girl suddenly throwing a knife hand blow into her solar plexus, drawing a sharp yelp from Cuoco.  Yet that discomfort was nothing compared to what came next, as Chrisley curled the expensively manicured fingers of her right hand and clamped a clawhold upon her rival's groin.  The thin fabric of Kaley's bikini briefs offered scant protection as Savannah's fingers viciously squeezed her womanhood.  The embattled blonde howled in agony, her body rigid from the pulsating pain that coursed through her lush body.  Her hands clutched at her tormentor's wrist, but lacked the power to pry her hand free.  Tears welling in her eyes as she whimpered, she slowly staggered backward as Savannah muscled her toward the center of the room, her fingers cruelly mauling her foe's most tender spot.

Finally reaching the center of the mansion's large living room, Chrisley released her devilish hold.  Kaley let out a gasp of relief and she nearly collapsed to the floor as her knees threatened to buckle.  But she managed to stay upright...which is just what her opponent wanted.  Stepping behind Cuoco, Savannah positioned her body so that she ensnared the older blonde in an abdominal stretch.  This was precisely what Chrisley had planned for...it was why she spent the afternoon having her hair and nails done, spent time in a tanning bed to add a golden luster to her form, and wore an expensive designer bikini.  She was making this a body versus body comparison with one of the most celebrated figures in celebrity catfighting, and she was determined that her body would emerge triumphant.

And that certainly seemed probable, as Kaley writhed and moaned in her clutches, her body painfully torqued by that of her rival, the last dregs of Cuoco's strength draining away from the strain.  As smug a smirk as possible upon her lips, Savannah purred in her Southern drawl, "They told me you're past your prime.  Now Ah don't believe that one little bit...Ah think you're just as good as you ever were.  Ah just know that Ah'm better!"  A tear trickled down Kaley's cheek as she rasped, "Enjoy this, honey, because next time I'm going to pay you back in spades!"  Chrisley merely laughed at what was, at this moment at least, a thoroughly hollow threat.

As she reduced her adversary's body to that of a rag doll, Savannah finally released her and Kaley collapsed to the carpet like a marionette whose strings had been cut.  Sitting down on the floor behind her opponent, the blonde upstart reached around with her hands, pinching closed Cuoco's nose and covering her mouth.  Kaley's eyes went wide with panic and her hands slapped feebly at her tormentor's arms, to no avail.  In less than a minute, the utter spent veteran was smothered into semi-consciousness and abject defeat.

To add insult to injury, Savannah stripped Kaley of her bikini to claim it as her trophy, leaving the celebrated battler sprawled nude across the carpet, completely conquered.