[Jackflash Jump]

Penny (Kaley Cuoco) vs Max (Kat Dennings)



The spectators let out a collective sigh; as Penny forced her opponent's left arm up between her shoulder blades with a hammerlock, Max winced and rose up on her tip toes to try in any way to alleviate the pain, and the hold forced her to thrust her chest out, putting her bare 34DDs on full display for those appreciative gentlemen in attendance.

But while the blonde had the upper hand...literally and figuratively...the brunette was far from helpless.  She raised her right leg, and then slammed her foot down on the toes of her opponent.  Penny let out a shriek and released her hold, hobbling back.  With a blur of motion, the East Coast battler swung herself around and delivered a chop which cracked like a whip across her West Coast rival's chest, setting Penny's own bare breasts bouncing wildly from the painful blow.

The two now faced one another and began trading chops back and forth, each landing with an impact that caused beads of sweat to burst forth, and the skin of both victims turning angrier shades of red.  Max and Penny flinched and mewled with each strike, nostrils flaring and labored breath seething through gritted teeth.  Finally with a roar, Max unloaded three quick chops to her adversary's chest, staggering Penny.  But the blonde shook her head, a scowl twisting the angelic features of her face into a mask of fury, and she drew her right arm back and balled her fist.  She then unleashed a haymaker punch straight at the brunette's face.

Had it connected, it quite likely would have laid the New Yorker out and ended this long and grueling match once and for all.  IF it had connected...but it had not, because moving with a speed even she was surprised she could still muster, given how exhausted and depleted she was, Max narrowly ducked under the blow.  The momentum of the punch, which struck nothing but empty air, actually caused Penny to spin 180° around, a look of sheer bafflement on her face.

From a crouch, the brunette suddenly exploded toward her confused nemesis, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist and, with a loud grunt, hoisting Penny up into the air, and pulling her across her shoulders!  It was a stunning exhibition of pure raw power, which Max seemed to be drawing in equal measure from her hatred of the L.A. beauty, as well as from Penny's wails of anguish as her lush body is agonizingly stretched in a torture rack across her tormentor's shoulders!

Max slowly walked around the room, brutalizing her victim and showing her off as a huntress does with her captured prey.  Despite the pain now inflicted upon her torqued frame, the blonde gave no thought to submitting...she would never give her despised rival the satisfaction of surrender.  But Max didn't care...she was far more interested in punishing her foe than she was in winning the match as this particular moment.

Feeling her entrapped opponent's squirming grow weaker, the brunette knew that Penny was exhausting her last dregs of strengths.  Suddenly the East Coast Amazon shook her victim off of her shoulders, letting the blonde slide down Max's back and crash with a heavy thud to the penthouse floor, where she lay in a moaning heap. 

Now the brunette swayed, bringing a hand to her forehead as if she were about to pass out.  The exertion had cost her what remained of her own power, and now her body rebelled, threatening to give out on her.  She decided to let gravity do the hard work, and she collapsed like a marionette whose strings had been cut, splashing her buxom body down upon that of her rival's.  Positioning herself, she pinned Penny's wrists to the carpet and pressed her breasts down over the blonde's face.  An instant before her features were buried, the brunette could see a wide eyed look of panic on her arch-enemy's face.

Now all Penny could do was tremble and squirm beneath her oppressor, the blonde's muffled screams betraying her plight.  But all too soon those shouts trailed off, and her body ceased to move.  She'd been knocked out cold.

Too spent to even roll off of her beaten rival, Max had to be helped up and gingerly carried to an overstuffed leather chair to rest and recover.  But for her it was a throne, and she basked in the adulation of the spectators like a Queen with her loyal subjects.

[wheelman]

Scarlet Johansson vs Gwyneth Paltrow



Tears of pain and frustration welled up in Gwyneth's eyes as it became glaringly apparent that she had made a big mistake accepting Avengers costar Scarlet's challenge to a "friendly" MMA style match.
After getting peppered with a barrage of punches and kicks It was obvious from the get go that the tall lanky blonde had neither the agility or quickness to compete with her more compact and athletic opponent.

Scarlet seemingly toying with Gwyneth dropped her gloves prodding the tall blonde to mount some sort of offensive. Gwyneth knowing this might be her last chance threw several awkward punches that Scarlet easily dodged before pounding the blondes midsection with several punches of her own in rapid fire succession. Gwyneth gasped as she back-peddled clumsily toward the ropes and yet again unable to fend off Scarlet's attack. But Scarlet was on her like a tiger shark with several more punches and kicks leaving the tall bonde hanging limply off the ropes barely able to defend herself.

Then yet again Scarlet backed off allowing Gwyneth to somewhat regain her composure. Scarlet could have finished her off then and there but given Gweneth's reputation of being uppity and snobbish she wasn't quite through humiliating her fellow actress. "C'mon big bird is that all you've got?" Scarlet taunted a distressed and disheveled Gwyneth as tears streamed down her panic stricken face. Still hoping that she could somehow at least find a way to mount some semblance of a comeback and avoid complete humiliation Gwyneth once again moved toward a circling Scarlet. Only this time she was done playing games and landed several lighting fast jabs that staggered Gwyneth. With the by now punch drunk blonde stumbling about the ring with her long legs on the verge of collapse.

Scarlet was finally ready to end things and executed a brutal roundhouse kick to her taller opponents chin that connected with surgical precision, sending Gwyneth sprawling to the canvas where she layed motionless. Although still semi conscious a completely humiliated Gwyneth offered no resistance as Scarlet placed her foot on her mid section and flexed her muscles and posed proudly, as onlookers feverishly reached for their phones to get a pic as proof of what they had witnessed.

[the_walkin_dude]

Hello Friends,

First attempt at posting a piece here in FCF, please bear with me through any technical difficulties. The bit below is one of three I hammered out a few days after Thanksgiving last year. Think it fits nicely in the parameters established by Finish Her. If there's interest I'll post the others when I get the chance. Anyhoo, enjoy.

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   You could hear a pin drop inside the penthouse when Kate’s hands fell from the torn bunch of her opponent’s tank-top. The blonde’s hands were supposed to be knotted tight in sweat-damp hair, all the better to guide some poor chick’s mug deeper into the furnace of Upton’s cavernous cleavage. They were most assuredly NOT supposed to be limp on the carpet, only fluttering into vague panicky life when the brunette drew her grip a little tighter, the adjustment bending Kate’s nose against the bony plate of her sternum.

KATE UPTON:


   “Mmmmmppphhhh…..”

   Upton’s hands braced against her tormentor’s hips but the subsequent push was an anemic thing that only earned a soft chuckle from the brunette whose left cheek rested so heavily atop the blonde’s slumped pate.

   “Nowhere to go now, sweetness.” Kat McPhee sighed. “If it’s not tap time, it’s nap--”

KAT MCPHEE:


   Upton chose option one, the blonde spanking out a soft little surrender against McPhee’s lower back.

   The ombudsman sounded a polite little chime so Kat relinquished the Front Sleeper, put the heel of one palm against Upton’s forehead and gave her a little push to send the blonde toppling to the carpet in a heap of jugged out splendor. On her feet shortly thereafter, McPhee grabbed the bottom edge of her sky blue tank-top and peeled it up overhead.

   The revelation of a matching bra beneath earned a round of less restrained applause from the jet setters in attend--KAT WANTS MORE!

   Curvaceous brunette tossed the shorn garment onto Kat’s heaving chest only to swat it aside once she dropped her tush into the pit of Upton’s stomach. No Front Sleepers in extra innings, McPhee secured the full Double Leg Grapevine to ensure Kate couldn’t bring her trademark power to bear.

   “Been waiting for this for a LONG time, baby.” Kat sighed as she lowered the boom(s) onto the blonde’s angry, incredulous features.

   “NO!” Upton wheezed. “YOU CAN’T, I’M MMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!”

`“Cranky and in need of a nap?” the brunette snickered. “Yes, I know.”

   Those muffled protestations continued for another fifteen seconds or so and the twitching in Upton’s wrists, ankles and belly carried on ten seconds beyond that. Kat McPhee poured on the jugg through it all, just rolling her shoulders from side to side to ensure the most rack on face coverage as humanly possible.

   She didn’t let go until Kate was reduced to the AHW equivalent of a bearskin rug and then she luxuriated appropriately, Kat all smiles as she rolled onto her back and turned a quarter circle, all the better to throw a cheeky wave at Upton’s patron whilst reclining atop that slumbering tummy.

[the_walkin_dude]

Hello again,

Here's the second of three from last winter. This one's far more pro-style, but still pretty intense, I'd say. Hope you enjoy.

~RF

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EMILY VANCAMP:


   Emily VanCamp was exhausted.

   No, that didn’t quite cover it.

   She felt hollowed out.

   She felt done.

   And yet the blonde was still on her feet while Missy had crumpled to one knee, her shoulders rising and falling so heavily that her fingertips brushed the canvas with each new exhalation.

MISSY PEREGRYM:


   VanCamp was standing and Peregrym wasn’t, so the blonde stifled her aches long enough to shuffle-step forward and THWHACK the sole of her right boot across the side of Missy’s dazed face. The Low Super Kick snapped Peregrym’s head back in a flash, yet her subsequent trip to the canvas happened in slow motion, or at least that’s how it felt to VanCamp.

   Legitimately concerned that she didn’t have the energy to roll her nemesis over for a proper pin, Emily raised her right elbow up somewhere a little north of her ear, then simply dropped all her weight across the small of Peregrym’s back! Missy cried out in gut-shot agony and tried to wriggle out from underneath but Emily would have none of it. Threading her thighs around Missy’s left bicep in a single sinuous motion, EVC collected the other wrestler’s right arm beneath her left armpit, then knotted her hands against the trapped wrestler’s left cheek and promptly craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on that hellacious combination of Neck Wrench and Double Armbar!

   “AAAAAAWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Peregrym shrieked as the hold set fire to her weary shoulders and devastated abdominals. “GAAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAHP!”

   “SUBMIT!” Emily screamed down at her. “SUBMIT, MISSY!”

   A glint of that maddening Peregrym steel when the brunette shook her head ‘no’. “Nuuhhh… never. Never submit to you, EmNGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!NGH!”

   VanCamp halved her S-clasp which meant her right hand was free while the left cupped Peregrym’s chin. A single elbow to the belly stifled the brunette’s response, but it was the subsequent Hammer Fists Emily directed against Missy’s skull that had the referee calling for the stoppage after a dozen or more unprotected shots.

   The clang of the bell made Emily a winner, it did not earn Missy her freedom. Indeed, the brunette’s situation grew all the more dire when EVC crooked her hammerin’ hand into a claw and stuffed three fingers (middle, ring and index) into Peregrym’s gaping mouth!

   Missy’s eyes squeezed tight in unconscious consternation while Emily bore down with white-knuckle ferocity. In search of the verbal capitulation that’d eluded her in every battle with the brunette, VanCamp had earned nothing but drool and the increasingly frantic clamor of the ring bell by the time the video feed cut to Swan Lake.

[Freefall]

[EJB2]

Winter vs Martin



Ariel Winter was furious. For years she had ignored this little nobody calling herself Baby Ariel. Winter had gotten herself into the best shape of her life, changed her hair color, and was truly beginning to blossom as a young woman. At 22, she was feeling like the sky was the limit. Then came the taunts. Ariel Martin started messaging her through every social media channel. Skimpy bikini tops, full body shots showing off her supple 19 year old body, follower totals showing Martin's IG total doubled that of Winter, and finally a picture with her photoshopped in Winter's place with her boyfriend Levi. It had finally gone too far, with the older Ariel laying down the challenge. A naked catfight with just a couple of rules and a few people there to make sure it didn't get out of hand. The younger Ariel accepted with a topless shot and a message: get ready to get smothered under these beauties.

The fight started fast, the older woman clearly being fitter but giving up both height and weight to the younger celebrity. Winter used her minimal fighting skills picked up in boxercise style classes to get Martin on the defensive. Seeing an opening, the bigger busted starlet snagged a bear hug and plowed her tits into the opposing globes. What she had expected was for her bigger rack to start breaking down the smaller pair of her opponent. What she got was two still growing tits that weren't that much smaller than her own and were firmer than she had imagined. Winter let out a groan of frustration when the younger Ariel not only didn't try to break free, but slapped her arms around the shorter woman and applied more pressure to the fleshy battleground between them.

"If you want a titfight, let go and we'll do it the right way."

Ariel Winter hesitated for a moment, shocked again by the other Ariel's challenge of going tit to tit with her. Very few women wanted that after feeling her rack against their own, and an even smaller number had been able to best her pair.

"You're on little girl."

Again Ariel Winter was surprised at the smile that crossed her opponents face as they briefly broke apart and loosened up their neck and shoulders. The shock registered on her face when Ariel Martin cupped her tits towards the older fighter and said, "I told you to get ready smothered under these."

The two rejoined their battle with the bigger chested beauty landing several heavy blows only to see her opponent take them and fire back without hesitating. She had underestimated how firm the younger girl's still growing tits would be and her added bulk wasn't breaking those babies down as quickly as she would have liked. As the minutes passed, the younger woman began to take the offensive, particularly targeting the 22 year old's smallish nipples. The effectiveness of these strikes was shown by the redness spreading across the front of the sitcom star's boobs. Winter went on the offensive again, hoping that her fitness level would wear out the younger girl and let her take control back in the fight.

And then a final, telling blow came. The two timed themselves up perfectly, yet accidentally, and brought their four sweater puppies together with a meaty thwack which sent one woman crumbling to the floor with her hands cradling her tits. The still standing woman took a moment to regain her equilibrium, her own legs having wobbled badly at that epic blow, before straddling the downed fighter and lowering her tits onto the face of the loser and holding them there until she was sure her opponent was out.

Ariel was drained and sat beside the beaten woman for several minutes, her battered chest heaving. She had won this time, but one thing she knew for sure, this "Baby" would be back for a rematch someday soon.

[BloodySam]

Love the two write-ups, Walkin' Dude - awesome!

[the_walkin_dude]

Thanks for the kind words, they're much appreciated.

And kudos to CelebRP for the pieces above, that was a wonderfully dominant show from Ashley Graham and  it looks like Kate's rough week is only getting worse. Excellent visual with Upton puddled in the corner following the Front Sleeper!

[Jackflash Jump]

Flashback 1931: Clara Bow vs Joan Blondell



The two battlers sat on the floor, Clara wrapping her legs around Joan's waist from behind and locking on a crushing scissors.  As the blonde's hands frantically tried to pry her tormentor's gams apart, Bow slammed a rabbit punch to the back of her opponent's skull, dazing Blondell.

Then Clara executed a little trick she had learned from pro wrestling champ Jim Londos: her powerful legs lifted the blonde up into the air, and then brought her down again for a 'Keister Bump', the painful impact shooting up from Joan's tailbone to her spine, causing her to moan sharply.  Smiling at the result, Bow repeated it, eliciting an even louder yelp of pained protest from her victim.

But you can go to the well one time too often.  The brunette leaned forward for the leverage to lift her adversary even higher the third time, but that brought her close enough for Joan to suddenly piston her elbow once, twice, thrice into the side of Clara's head.  Now it was Bow's turn to be dazed as she fell to her back and her legs unlocked around Blondell, who hurriedly scampered away.  On her knees facing her opponent, who was slowly sitting up, Joan panted hard for breath, her hands massaging her aching ribs, and her face a scowl of fury.

Both battlers got to their feet and warily circled one another in crouched positions.  Suddenly as if on some silent signal they sprang at each other; clasping hands, they engaged in a test of strength, their voluptuous bodies trembling from the exertion of every ounce of raw power they could muster.  The advantage swayed back and forth, as first one beauty would start to drive her rival to her knees, only to have the situation reversed a minute later.  This resulted in stalemate, until finally they broke apart simultaneously, each giving a gruff grunt of frustration.

They stood stock still for the span of several heartbeats, and then they lunged once more at each other, this time their hands reaching for manes of hair, their fingers entangling near the scalps.  As they stumbled around the room, gasping and whining as they tore at one another's locks, they again seemed locked in stalemate...until suddenly Clare threw a knee up into Joan's belly.  Suddenly winded, the blonde doubled over at the waist, her hands slipping from Bow's dark hair.  Clare let go of Blondell's mane and slammed a forearm blow down across her adversary's back, dropping Joan to one knee with a groan.

Clasping her hands and raising her arms above her head, Clara leered with a devilsih grin as she prepared to deliver a devastating blow to her opponent.  In her best Brooklyn sneer, Bow says, "I told'ja yer no match for me, ya doxy tramp!"

But before the finishing blow can be delivered, Blondell suddenly bellows an Amazon's cry and vaults up from her kneeling position, wrapping her arms around the brunette's waist and pressing her shoulder into Bow's belly as she drives the startled battler backward, until finally Clara's back slams up against the wall.  Seething with fury, eyes blazing with anger, Joan begins hammering away at Clara with her fists, slamming blows to her face, belly and chest, as the brunette withers under the brutal assault.

Adrenaline pulsing through her veins, Blondell grabs the bewildered brunette by her tangled mop of hair and drags her on wobbly legs to the center of the room.  Then, dipping her knees, Joan pulls Clara's across her shoulders, stands upright, and with a cruel laugh starts to whirl around and around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an Airplane Spin.  Her senses reeling, Bow wails in dismay, until finally she shrieks, "STOP!  I GIVE UP!  SHTAAAAAAAAPPPPP!"

Heaving her victim from her shoulders, Joan lets Clara drop heavily to the floor; the brunette tumbles over and lands against the wall, dazed and dismayed and not at all certain of just how her certain victory turned so swiftly into defeat.



Meanwhile, the victorious Blondell shoots a glaring look at her beaten rival, blowing a lock of unruly golden hair from her eyes...



...and is then led on wobbly legs over to a leather chair and handed a glass of the finest bootleg champagne to accept the toast from the spectators for her triumph.

[the_walkin_dude]

Hello Friends,

Thanks again for the kind words these last few days, they're much appreciated. (and special huzzah to Freefall for THE STAND ref that my dumb self didn't recognize until a few minutes ago). Anyhoo, here's the last of the three Finish Her-adjacent pieces I have sitting around. There's at least a couple more short pieces in storage, both of them feature one of these ladies quite prominently, as she's current favorite fightin' muse. Hope you enjoy.

PS. Flash, five stars for submission by Airplane Spin, good sir. That's just grand.

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   Troi took a deep breath, let it out slow as she puuuuuuullllllled back on Alicia’s trapped right arm which in turn forced the other brunette’s svelte midsection down against the post of Bellisario’s left thigh. The Abdominal Stretch was hooked in perfectly, it had in fact, been hooked in perfectly for almost five minutes when their last round of vertical skirmishing had ended with the Swedish hardbody secured in this admittedly unpleasant contortion.

TROIAN BELLISARIO:


ALICIA VIKANDER:


   Any other technician would’ve transitioned to another hold after perhaps a minute, but Bellisario was so patient it was almost preternatural and she’d kept the hold cinched in place simply because Vikander couldn’t wrest her way out.

   Two minutes in she’d earned her first sustained groan, which in turn prompted a methodical but fierce set of slaps to that exposed expanse of trim, tanned tummy.

   The three minute mark saw Alicia grab a huge hank of Troi’s hair, so she transformed her paddle into a spade and raked scores of bright pink welts across her opponent’s abs.

   Vikander labeled Bellisario a bitch in her native tongue and set to clawing at the American’s left shin, so Troian spent the fourth minute with her index finger plunged into Alicia’s navel while her other fingers tried to scoop out quit by the handful.

   Vikander held her tongue through all of it, though she was heard to mutter “Nej!” whenever Bellisario asked for a submission.

   Halfway through the fifth minute Troi abruptly braced her left hand against the side of Alicia’s face and began to bounce her against that encroaching thigh like she meant to fold Vikander in half!

   The white-clad wrestler keened loudly but made no effort to surrender until Bellisario removed her claw from Alicia’s tummy and affixed it to her trunks instead.

   “Say it.” Troian demanded over the surprised murmur of the small audience. “Say it before I decide to reach inside.”

   “Submit!” Vikander groaned within seconds. “I submit! I submit!”

   The bell sounded and Bellisario loosened the Abdominal Stretch but rather than toss her foe aside she straightened her up and curled her left arm around the other brunette’s lower back.

   “NO!” Alicia blubbered and made to pull away, but Troi drew her close and set off along the ropes at a leisurely pace.

   Walk of Shame, Troian Bellisario to Alicia Vikander.

   At no point did the victrix make her partner offer up a phony pageant wave, she did however stop at each corner where she would begin to SLAP her opponent’s tummy until Alicia raised her left arm to better show off a whole war’s worth of welts and scratches.

   After four stops Troi walked her to the middle of the ring and reached up with her free hand to smoosh Vikander’s cheeks together in a humiliating ‘fish-face’.

   “Tell them I’m the best. Tell them I beat you.”

   “Never.”

   Any steel in Alicia’s reply was overwhelmed by the brisk slap Troi offered in return.

   “Tell them… or I’ll sit on your face.”

   “Duuuhhh… do your worst, you evil bitNGH!”

   Bellisario slapped her again before finally allowing Alicia to crumple to the canvas at her feet.

   Standing at the head of an extremely reluctant table, Troian Bellisario gathered her reserves, then sat down for seconds.

[Golden Goddess]

Ashley Graham vs Iskra Lawrence

Thank you for this! I fuckin' loved it! <3

[User1]

Ashley Graham vs Iskra Lawrence

Thank you for this! I fuckin' loved it! <3

I totally agree!!!

[Anon]

Jane


Maureen


Thump! Jane Russel's head jerked back as Maureen Ohara's' fist thudded against her chin. The redhead struck with enough force to straighten her arm and power through Jane's face as if it were empty air. Jane blinked her eyes and stumbled back, a shocked expression on her face at the sight of her bruised, unsteady opponent mounting a good offense. Jane prepared to pounce, only to wince again as Maureen quickly slammed a closed fist into her curvy chest! The blow knocked several sequins free, and elicited a pained grunt from Jane, but the brunette stiffened and held her ground, even as her head began to droop.

Maureen fared little better. Her eyelids fluttered, in danger of closing any second. Still, the sight of Jane in trouble caused her to snarl instinctively and raise her head. She lunged, throwing a right cross at Jane's face. Her fist swerved unpredictably as she struggled to remain upright, but the punch obviously carried Maureen's considerable strength behind it. Jane stared ahead, barely focused on her opponent, but as the punch approached, she managed to swerve a few inches to the right.

Instead of feeling her fist strike Jane's face, Maureen's fist felt nothing at all as it swished through the air. Maureen's gut, however, very distinctly felt Jane's fist collide with it, in a rising uppercut that pushed the redhead up onto her tiptoes. With her face inches away from Maureen's, Jane had a perfect view of Maureen's eyes squeezing shut from the pain. Maureen's lips formed an O shape as she struggled to suck in air. Jane bared her teeth as she fired two more fists into Maureen's stomach. The redhead's face remained motionless, but her body jerked from side to side, her neck bent, and her hair swished from the force of the blows.

Jane snarled, straightening her right arm, and wound up slowly. Maureen's eyes remained shut, and she teetered unsteadily on her feet. Jane spun towards her, striking the redhead with a backhanded punch. Her knuckles struck the dazed actress on the cheek with a loud smack, knocking Maureen's face away, and twirling the actress a full rotation around. Maureen's body stiffened, and she fell away from Jane, crashing down on her back and weakly lifting her arms and head. She could barely focus her eyes enough to see the threatening, hourglass shape of Jane Russell looming over her.

[Jackflash Jump]

FLASHBACK 1999:  Michelle Williams vs Jennifer Love Hewitt



Jen yelped as she was flipped over Michelle's shoulder, crashing hard to the floor.  She tried to sit up, but with a moan flopped onto her back.  The blonde gave a satisfied half-smirk, crouched at the knees, and then jumped up into the air, aiming a leg drop across her opponent's heaving chest.

Or at least, that's where it would have connected, had Hewitt not managed to roll out of the way at the last instant.  Williams took the full brunt of the landing on her rear end, the impact sending a jolt of agony up her spine.  With a whine she fell over to her side and rolled onto her chest.  Moving with all the speed she could muster, the brunette opted for a hold she believed Michelle would have no counter for:  Bending the blonde's leg's back at the knees and crossing her ankles, she pressed down on them with her knee to hold the stems down.  Jennifer then applies clawholds with her hands to the tender deltas below Michelle's derriere and the back of her thighs, a so-called "Hammy Clamp" that agonizingly kneads the muscles to the point of nearly paralyzing the victim with pain.

The embattled blonde throws back her head and howls in anguish, her hands alternately pounding in frustration on the floor or tugging at her own hair to try and counter the pain from the clawholds.  But just when she seems to be on the verge of screaming her submission, Hewitt voluntarily releases her hold.  Climbing off of her opponent, she crawls around to the side and rolls Michelle's sweat-soaked body onto her back as the blonde fights back tears.

Because she plays the 'good girl' so well, most everyone assumes Jen is that way for real.  But in truth, as her opponents ruefully know, she is one of the meanest, most sadistic catfighters in Hollywood.  Throughout this match the spectators failed to realize the brunette was employing all manner of vicious moves and low blows on Williams; when the blonde would try to fight fire with fire, however, she actually found herself being booed by some onlookers for using such dirty tactics on the "sweet" brunette!  Her frustration over this double standard had sufficiently messed with Michelle's head enough for Hewitt to take advantage.  Now, the brunette was prepared to finish off her adversary, but not before she got some taunting in.

Climbing on top of Michelle and sitting on her stomach as she pinned her wrists to the floor, Jennifer leaned forward and dangled her 34D's mere inches above the blonde's face.  With a sneer on her face, the brunette hisses, "I'm going to smother you until you've totally passed out, bitch.  In fact, I hope I smother you so much, you get brain damage!"  She gave a soft, cruel chuckle and she pressed her bosom down, enveloping entirely the face of her victim.  Hewitt looked up at the spectators and gave her most innocent-looking smile, knowing full well it was only a matter of another minute or so before the match was done.

At least, that was her plan.  But instead mere moments later it was Hewitt who was shrieking, and struggling to push herself up and away from her opponent.  The reason why became apparent as Michelle's head rose up with her tormentor, and revealed she had managed to clamp her teeth down on the inside of Jen's left breast.  The blonde finally opened her mouth, and Hewitt scampered away from her.

Calling upon her last dregs of strength, Michelle sits up and rolls over to all fours, then crawls after her rival.  Overtaking her, Williams flings herself stop Jennifer, and as their limbs tangle together, they start to roll back and forth across the carpet, grunting and snarling like jungle cats.  Finally, after a tremendous struggle, the blonde manages to get behind Hewitt; wrapping her legs around the brunette's waist, Michelle draws her right arm across Jen's throat, locking on a crude yet effected Rear Naked Choke.  She continues strangling her adversary, Jen's eyes wide with panic as she gasped frantically for breath, until finally the brunette starts to furiously tap at her oppressor's arm, signalling her submission.

But Williams isn't keen on ending this just yet.  She keeps the chokehold in place until Jen's eyelids flutter shut and her body goes limp.  Only then does she release her.

There's a smattering of applause...some on attendance refuse to believe that Jennifer is anything other than an innocent waif, and that Michelle was unnecessarily brutal in knocking her out.  But the blonde doesn't care what any of them thing of her...all she cares is that she taught this brunette bitch a lesson she won't soon forget.

[the_walkin_dude]

Hello Friends,

The piece below was requested of me a few days prior and since my social calender consists of a lotta inside time for the foreseeable future, I decided to give it a shot. Hope you all enjoy.


It has long been said that familiarity breeds contempt. To accept this as truth, one must accept a lesser known, but no less universal truth:

Taylor Swift and Kendall Jenner were very, very familiar with one another.

TAYLOR SWIFT:


KENDALL JENNER:


Nowhere was this more apparent than twenty-plus minutes into their latest encounter. Arranged atop her dark-haired rival north-south style, Swift shifted her weight to her right palm so she could put her left hand on Jenner’s left knee, which had been trying to sneak its way off the canvas. “Don’t even bother, honey.” Swift huffed once she shoved her opponent’s stem flat. “This is over and we both know--”

CLA-CLAP!

Kendall’s hands shot up as a pair of paddles and craaacked down on Taylor’s backside hard enough to echo in the empty gym.

It certainly sounded impressive, but Swift only grimaced and countered with a short, heavy Hammer Punch to the brunette’s navel. “Don’t try that again.” the blonde demanded.

“Or what?” Jenner grimaced, her reply slightly distorted by the snug pressure of Swift’s thighs against her jawline. “You’ll work my trunks? I’ll beat ya to it, brat.” True to her word the grounded brunette grabbed hold of Taylor’s sunny yellow waistband while simultaneously slipping her thumbs into the leg-holes of those same briefs. The impending wedgie would’ve been in a word, vicious, unfortunately for Kendall it was destined for the realm of  woulda, coulda, shoulda, because the domineering blonde delivered a second Hammer punch, this one connecting solidly with the juncture of her rival’s thighs!

“Yeah,” Taylor flashed a small, hardworking grin as Kendall writhed in her clutches. “That’s exactly what I’ll do.”

Still using her right hand like a kickstand, Swift adjusted the angle of her left arm so she could grrrrrrrrrriiiiind her knuckles into the center of the brunette’s white, glitter-dusted togs.

“OOOOOHHHH YOU BITCH!” Jenner hated the petulant tone in her voice but there was nothing she could do about it save beat her heels on the canvas in an erratic tattoo.

Pausing her underhanded campaign after fifteen long seconds, Swift blew out a breath through pursed lips, then curled that hand into a spade and scored the battle-warmed expanse of Kendall’s right inner thigh no less than half a dozen times. “You want out?” Taylor switched her claw to the left thigh just because she damned well could. “Tap the mat. Or submit. Baby wanna submiEERRRGGGGHHH!”

Swift wasn’t quick enough to stop the second wedgie, which made a good three quarters of her otherwise modest briefs vanish in the span between heartbeats. It didn’t break her Scissors though, in fact the blonde set her other hand and pushed up as far as she could go, thus ensuring maximum extension on her legs when she poured on the pressure.

Already pink, Jenner’s pretty face went an ugly, flushed red in a matter of seconds. “Stuuuuuhhhhh….STAHP!” Kendall wasn’t tugging any more, now her hands were cupped against Swift’s buttocks in a valiant, albeit doomed effort to prize them apart. “STAHP GODDAMNIT!”

Too late for that, sugar.” Swift leaned right one more time, reached back with her left hand and snatched herself a sweat-soaked hank of Jenner’s hair. Easing the Scissors just enough to draw the brunette’s chin even closer to the swell of her glutes, Taylor angled her right calf behind Jenner’s head, then caught that ankle in the pit of her left knee.

Shifting her hand from Kendall’s hair to her left ankle, Swift showed her breathless opposition a megawatt smile and chided, “Kiss my ass, Kendall.” Then she tugged on her hooked ankle to such a degree that it turned the Headscissors into a Butt Smother of sorts, Jenner’s protesting, features drawn snug against the wedgie she’d so recently created.

Denied the last of her air, it wasn’t long before Kendall’s frantic thrashing gave way to fitful wriggling, which in turn faded into soft, insensate burbling. Satisfied when a brisk little ‘you awake, bitch?’ swat to brunette crotch earned no response, Taylor undid the Scissors and got to her feet in stages.

Wincing slightly as she undid the callous rearrangement of her briefs, the victorious blonde put a boot on Kendall’s chest on both hands on her hips.

“Tell Kimmy to keep her name out of my mouth.” she said told the slumbering brunette. “Because if I have to tell her myself… none of you are going to like what happens.”