[MILAFORUM]

Kaley is always the best if she win or if she loose, she is the champion.

[DawnK]

I'd love to see Scarlett Jo take on Denise Richards.  Pool / beach optional...lolol

[DawnK]

Hell.... send Scarlett or Denise my way... I'll kick their asses! Lolol ?

[Jackflash Jump]

Lily Collins vs Hayden Panettiere



The reversal happened so quickly and unexpectedly, Hayden had no idea what was happening until she found herself flipping up and over the top rope and out of the ring.  She didn't have quite enough momentum to go crashing to the arena floor, thankfully for her, but it was sufficient to drop her onto her butt on the ring apron, which sent a shiver of paralyzing pain from her tailbone up through her spine.

Sitting on the apron, feet dangling above the floor, her face twisted into a mask of discomfort, the blonde unfortunately has no time to recover, as she suddenly feels a hand grasping her flaxen mane on the top of her head.  "Come back here, you slag!" hisses a British accent, as Lily hauls the squealing Panettiere back up to her feet, then turns her around to face her.  Doubtless Collins's intent is to drag Hayden back over the ropes into the ring, but she is unprepared for the blonde to suddenly grab her own dark locks and to jump from the apron down to the floor, sharply pulling Lily's head down and her throat hard into the cable.  That sends the Brit sailing to the canvas, gagging for breath and momentarily stunned.

Slithering back into the ring under the ropes, the now leering Hayden moved with viper speed, and within moments Collins found herself hoisted up and held aloft in a Surfboard hold, her full weight pressing down on her arm sockets and knees, drawing forth tearful howls of anguish from the brunette.  Once she was satisfied that she had suitably weakened her adversary, Panettiere released her from the hold.   Hayden then threw herself across Lily's body and hooked a leg, while with her free hand she sunk her fingers into her victim's belly with a brutal Ab Claw, causing Collins to shriek from the pain.

The referee dropped to his knees alongside them and was about to begin his count when Hayden halted him.  "Don't count!" she snarled.  She then looked down at Lily beneath her, locking eyes, and she purred, "Count yourself out."  The brunette's eyes widened with shock, then narrowed with fury as she realized that Panettiere wanted her to humiliate herself by actually counting her own pin.  Her every instinct was to use a few choice expletives to tell her no, and to carry on with the fight.

But she knew she couldn't; the Surfboard had taken too much out of her, and the Ab Claw was draining whatever she had left in the tank.  And Lily knew full well what evils Hayden was capable of when she didn't get her way.  The HWA locker room was full of women who had suffered mightily at her hands.  Hell, Selena Gomez was still too shell-shocked from her recent mauling at Hayden's hands to even think about getting back into the ring.

Not wanting to join that number, Collins shut her eyes, bit her bottom lip, and then cried out, "One...two...three!" It was the first self-pin call in wrestling history, and Hayden had just scored it.  Eminently satisfied with herself, the golden-tressed battler stood up, planted a boot on her beaten opponent's aching belly, and allowed the ref to raise her right arm in victory.

[Anon]

Ann Miller's eyelids trembled as she took a step backward on elegant but unsteady legs. She bent backward at the waist, barely in control of her body, allowing her dark hair to swish back and forth behind her wobbling head. The near fall was enough to wake her from her semi-conscious state. Gasping in surprise, she straightened her spine and legs suddenly, planting her feet on the mat and windmilling her arms in unrelated directions and speeds. The sudden, volatile movement nearly sent Ann in the opposite direction. Leaning forward, throwing her arms out, and bending her knees, Ann fell only an inch short of crashing into Jane Russell face first.

Standing tall in front of Ann, Jane let out her breath in a single, short chuckle. While her ample chest jiggled and her head tilted back, she kept her hands raised, fingers extended, still ready to pounce. As Ann swayed back again, barely aware of her opponent, Jane grasped her rival's shoulder in her left hand, squeezing it tightly and practically holding the dazed woman upright with one arm. The dominant actress leaned back and stepped away with her right foot, clenching her right fist and holding it back and low. She flexed her legs, preparing to lunge, and gave her right arm a quick warm up wiggle.

"Wait!" Ann shook her head, and with great effort, managed to concentrate on her surroundings well enough to respond. Her bare legs nearly gave out, sagging to the side weakly, leaving her looking up at Jane Russell through teary eyes. "I take it all back! Please!" Jane tilted her head, looking down at Ann incredulously. She relaxed her muscles slightly, but kept her fist drawn back. "Even the part about..." Jane smirked. "Yes!" cried out Ann, between gurgling sobs. Lips quivering, she hid her face by pressing it to her opponent's chest, prompting a sigh and an eye roll from Jane. "Fine." Jane answered curtly, and Ann tilted her head up, giving her a hopeful, wide eyed look. She placed her hands delicately on Jane's shoulders and leaned against her for support.

Jane lunged past Ann, throwing the long, curving, right handed haymaker she had been saving up, and striking the helpless woman just above her chin. Ann's eyes fluttered and shut at the moment of impact, even before her neck twisted, her head tilted down, and her limbs simply dropped. The powerful blow sent Ann flying backwards, limbs trailing behind her. She struck the mat with her upper back, as her legs and hips continued on their path away from Jane, swinging upwards and nearly causing her to perform a backwards roll. Instead, her feet merely tapped the mat above her shoulders, as her butt lifted into the air. Once Ann had landed, her spread legs swung back down, striking the mat with two distinct thuds. Ann lay on the mat with her mouth open, perfectly still save for the rise and fall of her chest.

"Since you're back to behaving yourself, I won't bother going after you and teaching you a lesson out of the ring." Jane turned away to make her exit, then glanced over her shoulder and added "Oh! See you next week at the round robin tournament!"

Ann Miller

Jane Russell

[Sandman13]

Outstanding quick shot! Love the two opponents - Jane Russell has long been a fave of mine. Thanks!

[wheelman]

Faith Hill vs Shania Twain circa 1999




On a hot August night Faith Hill strutted toward the ring set up in the basement of a trendy Nashville nightclub. Wearing a black robe and stiletto heels the tall, long limbed, blonde exuded confidence as a crowd of raucous onlookers chanted her name as the classic rock song Mississippi Queen blared through the clubs sound system.                                                                                   

Meanwhile, Canadian country/pop songstress Shania Twain, who had arrived minutes earlier, stood in her corner of the ring. Shania, who was wearing a red crop to that showed off the petite brunettes prized midriff and a pair off matching bikini bottoms, looked on anxiously as Faith entered the ring. After a brief word with her trainer Faith removed her robe revealing a matching black one piece bathing suit and a long lean physique that most men lust and women envy. A look of trepidation came over Shania as she looked on nervously at her much taller and seemingly more confident Country/Pop rival. Both women paced anxiously as the increasingly restless crowd prodded FIGHT - FIGHT - FIGHT.

Fast forward 5 minutes and a drained and disheveled Shania found herself on the wrong end of a decidedly one sided thrashing at the hands of Faith. "C'mon is that all ya got half pint" Faith sneered in her syrupy southern drawl as she moved toward the awkwardly back-peddling  Shania. "Screw you big bird" Shania hissed as Faith shoved her into the ropes. With that the tall blonde grabbed two handfuls of Shania's brunette mane and in a show of physical dominance flung her petite opponent towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Then as Shania bounced off the ropes Faith was waiting, and in an almost perfectly executed sequence of events finished her off with a brutal clothesline. Ouuuuuuffff Shania moaned as Faith's long arm caught her windpipe, sweeping her off her feet and cashing down to the mat.

Down but not yet out Shania groggily layed on her back trying to shake off the cobwebs as Faith taunted her from above "Well looky there little miss Shania laying on her back!..Kind of appropriate considering how you got your big break in Nashville and all!" Shania enraged by Faith's taunts somehow mustered the energy to deliver a sharp kick to Faith's shin. Ohh gawwd!!! Faith groaned as she hobbled briefly before collapsing on the mat beside a somewhat rejuvenated Shania. "I know your proud of those long legs but I couldn’t resist sweetie" Shania growled. Sensing this might be her chance to turn the tables a somewhat rejuvenated Shania went on the offensive pouncing on Faith who was lying on her back holding her aching shin.  The two pop country queens then proceeded to roll across the mat scratching, clawing, hair-pulling as they grappled for an advantage. Despite Shania's spirited comeback it was Faith once again seizing control as she managed to wrap her long legs around Shania's slim midriff. Noooooo!!! Shania whined in protest as she realized her predicament. Meanwhile a cheshire cat grin crept across Faiths face as she realized she finally had her Country pop rival right where she wanted her. Shania squirmed and feverishly clawed at Faiths rock hard thighs as Faith locked her ankles and began to squeeze but resistance would prove futile as the tall blonde began to squeeze the fight out of her overmatched opponent.

After several torturous minutes "P-P-Please Faith stop" Shania pleaded tears welling up in her pretty hazel eyes. But Faith was having none of it as she ratcheted up the pressure on Shania's much celebrated midriff. Using what little energy she had left Shania bucked and thrashed violently in one last desperate attempt to free herself but there was no escaping Faith's leggy entrapment. Had enough yet haif pint" Faith purred cattily. "Y-Y-Yessss, you win" Shania sobbed finally resigned to her fate.

"Alright then" Faith replied excitedly before releasing her beaten rival and . Faith then spotted a gang of lesbian bikers who were ringside staring lustfully at a disheveled Shania who was struggling to get back to her feet. "See something you like girls" Faith shouted above the by now frenzied crowd of onlookers. "Hell yes" they replied excitedly. "Well then I guess she shouldn’t disappoint her fans!" Faith snickerd before grabbing a shocked  Shania by the hair and pulling her toward the ropes. "F-Faith whats going on I-I said you w-w-win" stammered a panic stricken Shania. "Oh don’t worry sweetie I'm through with you but its time you get back to work ENTERTAINING your fans!" Faith responded before grabbing the petite brunette by her bikini bottoms and flipping her over the ropes into the arms of the salivating biker gang.
Faith then proudly strutted to the bar to celebrate with a drink before heading home. Meanwhile a scantily clad and shivering Shania was last seen on the back of a Harley headed to the bikers private clubhouse where she would be serving as "entertainment" until the wee hours of the morning.

[Anon]

Thanks for the nice responses! Here's another.

Anna Popplewell vs Yara Shahidi
Each thud of Anna's bare fists against Yara's face and body came with a matching jangle from the chain link barrier, and a groan from the helpless actress. Trapped between the cage wall and her opponent, Yara struggled desperately. Her sluggish attempted strikes only opened up new angles for Anna to pound her, and as she grew more dazed, Yara could only place her hands on Anna's curvy, blue leotard clad body and weakly shove. Face to face, Anna gave her opponent a tight lipped look of concentration, before thumping the side of Yara's head with a strong punch, breaking eye contact as the dazed actress' head lurched to the side. Finally, Yara's mouth dropped open, and her delicate fingers clutched the cage, the only thing preventing her body from sagging and ultimately falling.

Anna took Yara by the wrist and leaned back, using her legs to drag the other actress away from the wall. Grasping Yara by the shoulder with her free hand and forcing her along the mat, Anna pulled the other actress off balance and twirled. With a cry of surprise, Yara stumbled across the mat, until Anna slammed her face first into the adjacent barrier. The chain link wall cut into Yara's face and gold leotard clad body, distorting her expression as her eyes widened fearfully.

Anna gave Yara a small shove, crushing her against the barrier briefly, before yanking her away and securing Yara's neck underneath her bare arm. Stepping back, Anna efficiently dropped to the ground, shaking the ring as she sent the helpless Yara's neck to the unyielding mat with the force of their combined weight. Yara lay still.

Not taking a second to celebrate, Anna rolled over on top of her motionless opponent. Folding Yara at the waist, Anna put her opponent's legs in the air, then lay on top of the stunned woman's legs until she was nearly flat against the canvas. Anna scooted up, feet on the mat to put on more pressure, until she was face to face with Yara.

The scoreboard clock read 19:27, with the actresses tied at zero points each. 19:26. 19:25. 19:24. Now Anna had a point. Yara mumbled a confused noise and her head rolled to the side. She squirmed slightly, shook her head, and lifted her right arm, only to let it fall an instant later. 19:23. 19:22. 19:21. Anna's score ticked up to two points on the scoreboard. 19:20. Yara's eyes popped open and her entire body stiffened, bouncing Anna upwards an inch or two. Yara's hands scratched at the mat as her arms flailed, reaching for anything that could help her flip over. She snarled and put her hands on Anna's shoulders.

Anna, bouncing up and down as Yara's legs and back worked to lift her, scowled and twisted at the waist. The short, forceful motion sent Anna's elbow into Yara's temple. Thunk! Yara immediately lay still, her arms dropping to her sides, palms up. 19:19. 19:18. 19:17. As Anna's third point appeared on the scoreboard, the fans on Yara's side of the stadium began to trickle towards the restrooms and snack vendors.

Anna

Yara

[Jimi]

Sophia Bush vs Anna Kendrick

Sophia


Anna


The audience sat stunned, jaws on the studio room floor, as they watched the two dolled up celebrities tangled on the talk show host's stage. High heels were discarded by the seats as Sophia sat atop Anna, and RIPPED her dress open at the cleavage. Anna squealed and the crowd gasped, many leaning closer on the edge of their seats.

"Who's the whore NOW, huh?!" Sophia yelled at the blushing Anna beneath her. With one arm wrapped around her chest, Anna's other reached up for her foe's hair. Sophia easily snatched it with her left, and with a smug smirk, her right palm smacked crisply across Anna's pretty face.

Anna's eyes closed, and she knew she was in trouble. Sophia slapped her thrice more, then stood, proceeding to pull Anna's torn dress with her. It ripped and easily slid off of her petite body. The crowd was enraptured as Anna lay there in the studio in just her bra and panties. "Fuck off! Get away from me!" Anna panickedly shouted.

"Aww, had enough already? You were so confident a moment ago," Sophia laughed in that raspy voice. Then the 37-year-old actress stomped angrily on a flimsily protected breast. Anna howled and covered up, allowing Sophia to take a seat beside her and wrap those smooth thighs around Anna's neck. "Goodnight, sweetheart." Sophia purred, pouring on the pressure.

It was only a moment before Anna's body stopped struggling and she passed out between Sophia's thighs. Bush stripped her rival to make a point, and left her on the floor asleep in front of the interviewer's desk ans she went ahead with her ten minute interview, grinning happily the whole time.

[Jimi]

If anyone wants to do a little trade, PM me. I'd be happy to write a 'finish her' for any babe(s) of your choosing if you wanna write for Sophia Bush. (Win or lose, not fussed).

[Anon]

Isla Fisher stood with one hand on the top rope. Her body sagged as she wiped the sweat from her brow, but she still gave Sophia Bush a glare with her teeth clenched. Isla had taken enough bumps during the match that many of them were visible -- a collection of bruises blending into one large bruise on her shoulder, and a scrape on her chin. Standing in the middle of the ring, Sophia looked similar, crouched down and prepared to lunge, but with a cut above her eyebrow and scrapes on her hips.

Isla growled, shoving herself away from the ropes, and rushed at Sophia, leaning forward as if moving to shoulder check the other actress. Sophia jerked backwards at the sudden movement, then darted forward nimbly. Lunging and grabbing Isla's hair, Sophia took control and transformed Isla's charge into an uncontrolled tumble. Sophia spun and ran alongside Isla for a moment, as the other actress stumbled forward, wailing. Isla's loud wails grew sharper for a moment as Sophia finally wrenched the actress off her feet, only to suddenly silence as the two bodies finished their descent and struck the mat. Isla landed face first, limbs shaking, while Sophia landed on her hip an instant later, still clutching the stunned woman's hair.

Quivering weakly, Isla groaned and placed her palms on the mat, slowly rising to her hands and knees. Her long red hair draped downward messily, obscuring her face, as her body tilted awkwardly. "No, I don't think you will," stated Sophia confidently. Climbing onto Isla from behind, Sophia sat upright comfortably on Isla's lower back. Placing a hand on the base of Isla's skull, Sophia smirked and shoved downward.

Already on the verge of collapse even without Sophia's assault, Isla shrieked as her arms gave way. She landed nose first on the mat, completely unable to protect herself. Her arms lay at her sides, palms up. Sophia groaned and rose to a squatting position, giving herself enough space to roll Isla onto her back. The unconscious redhead lay limp, her arm crossing over her own chest loosely before flopping down to the mat again. Sophia scooted up to sit astride Isla's chest, smirking as she brushed the redhead's hair aside to reveal shut eyes, ruined makeup, and a slack jaw.

"This should scare everyone in the dressing room for a day or two," Sophia whispered smugly. Isla's head rolled to the side, resting with her cheek on the mat and her mouth flopping open further, as the referee counted her out.

Isla Fisher


Sophia Bush

[Anon]

Between 1954 and 1955, Marilyn Monroe set out to beat as many of her fellow blonde bombshells as possible in the ring, as part of a campaign to promote The Seven Year Itch. She had no shortage of challengers, and selected a long list of her favorites.

Anita Ekberg



Anita Ekberg gave a stone faced frown as she straightened her arms upwards, holding her rival helplessly overhead. Marilyn's legs twitched beside Anita's shoulder, and she waved one hand weakly. Her head hung low, hiding her battle damaged face from the crowd. Anita strode towards the edge of the ring, then took a single running step and struck the ropes. Marilyn was too dazed to react as she tumbled over the top rope, spinning several times while she was still in the air. By the time Marilyn's back struck the concrete, Anita had already turned away, standing with her hands on her hips, shoulders back, and spine arched. Behind Anita, Marilyn's limbs settled down on the concrete.

Kathleen Hughes



Marilyn clenched her teeth and winced, but she could barely summon the strength to wiggle back and forth. On top of Marilyn, Kathleen Hughes lay with her arms encircling her opponent's neck, and her legs straddling her waist. She held Marilyn's hair tightly in both hands, and pulled back persistently, exposing Marilyn's slender neck. Kathleen had left superficial scratch marks up and down her opponent's arms, face, chest, and back, and Marilyn's shoulder bore a clear set of bite marks as well. Marilyn's hands held Kathleen by the wrist and shoulder, but they produced no pressure on her opponent, merely gripping Kathleen weakly as her arms threatened to collapse. "...please!" Marilyn whispered, breathing hard, but nearly inaudible. "...you win!" Kathleen looked up and smiled brightly. "Hey, you hear that? I beat Marilyn!" As Marilyn's arms fell to the mat, she groaned.

Greta Thyssen



"...and I really hope I don't seem unappreciative. I was so flattered when I got your acceptance letter!" Greta beamed and tilted her head back, seated comfortably on the floor and leaning back on her elbows. Her shapely legs were compressing Marilyn's midsection down, leaving her even more wasp-waisted than usual, and she held Marilyn's head under her arm, squeezing the side of the woman's neck between her bicep and her ribs. Neck bent backwards, with her chin in Greta's armpit, Marilyn grimaced and  tapped on the other woman's arm weakly with both hands, as her legs lay motionless on the mat. "So I hope you aren't too upset. Maybe we can do this again another time?" Marilyn let out a final hissing sigh as her tense frown relaxed, her eyelids fluttered and shut, and her arm fell to her side, fingers curled loosely.

Mamie Van Doren



Marilyn winced. "...but the contract says..." She lay on her stomach, with Mamie Van Doren's butt on her lower back, her arms under Marilyn's armpits, and hands clasped behind her neck. Mamie wiggled and leaned back, stretching Marilyn's spine further. With her feet planted on the floor, Mamie was in no danger of losing her balance. She gripped Marilyn by her short, blonde hair, just above her neck, to be sure. "Never mind the contract! Greta Thyssen beat you. Jayne Mansfield will beat you worse. Just call in sick that day or something so I can have the honor of fighting Jayne instead."

Marilyn wrinkled her nose and let out a single, choking sob. Still, she protested. "But if I back out management will..." Mamie inhaled, looking down incredulously, and pushed her arms together, inching her butt forward and arching her back. The small movement bent Marilyn's spine even further, while threatening to rip her arms from their sockets. Marilyn reflexively stretched her eyes and mouth open wide as she screamed in pain. "You win you win you win!" she babbled, clenching her muscles and kicking against the mat uselessly. Mamie smirked, sat up straight, and let Marilyn's arms slip free, sending the conquered actress' nose crunching into the mat before she could react. "Enjoy your vacation!" Mamie purred.

Barbara Nichols



Marilyn's arms dangled at her sides, swaying slightly. Barbara Nichols' overflowing cleavage obscured most of the dazed actress' face. Only Marilyn's eyes were visible over the top of Barbara's bosom, and she stared upwards. Silently, with her brow furrowed and her eyes forced open, Marilyn pleaded for release. Barbara huffed and lifted slightly. Hugging Marilyn's body and trapping Marilyn's arms at her sides, Barbara had been supporting Marilyn's weight for some time. Now, as Marilyn's head slumped forward, vanishing into Barbara's neckline, her legs fully gave out. Smirking, Barbara raised her fists in victory; Marilyn's face slid down her chest, then her stomach, and finally passed between her legs and collided with the floor.

Brigitte Bardot



Brigitte straightened her arm and twisted her body, swinging the back of her fist out and smirking as her knuckles struck Mariliyn's jaw. "Ungh!" Marilyn blinked and wrinkled her lips into a frown as her head suddenly snapped up and to the side. She flailed an arm in Brigitte's general direction, trying to focus her eyes. Brigitte remained light on her feet, darting forward and raising a fist to strike, only to smile teasingly and bounce away. Marilyn glared at Brigitte and bared her teeth, infuriated by the other actress' carefree taunts. She sprang forward, screeching long and hoarsely, and got halfway through a haymaker aimed at Brigitte's head before Brigitte ducked and charged herself. The two blondes collided violently. Marilyn's fist swished through the air, and her battle cry suddenly became silent as Brigitte's shoulder dented her stomach. Brigitte, legs bent in a crouch, quickly wrapped her arms around Marilyn's thighs. Straightening her body, Brigitte stopped Marilyn's charge completely, and lifted.

"Noo-oooh!" Marilyn wailed mournfully, her voice warbling and rising in pitch as Brigitte raised her up. She spread her arms wide, fingers clawing for any handhold that might save her from the inevitable drop. As Brigitte swung Marilyn downwards, the helpless blonde's cry turned to a gurgle, before instantly silencing as Marilyn's back landed flat on the mat, and her head bounced against it an instant later. Marilyn's flailing arms hung in the air for a moment before descending to the mat and bouncing against it.

Brigitte looked down at Marilyn and tittered at the bruised, slumbering blonde. She amused herself briefly by giving her opponent a few quick, sharp swats with her palm to the chest and face, making Marilyn's unresponsive body wobble on the mat, but eliciting no response. Shrugging, Brigitte arched her back, flattened her body down on top of Marilyn's, and looked to the crowd excitedly for approval.

The following day, Marilyn Monroe cancelled the remaining matches and refused to be seen in public for some time. The resulting complaints from the long list of actresses she skipped generated substantial publicity for the film.

[Anon]

Jane Fonda vs Brigitte Bardot

Jane held her mouth shut tightly. Her chin rested on Brigitte's shoulder, and her slender arms flexed as she continually jostled the other woman in her grip. Brigitte, equally bruised, dug her nails into Jane's upper arms as the rhythmless slow dance continued in the center of the ring. She shifted her weight, preparing to throw a knee up at Jane's midsection, only to stomp and shake as the movement nearly allowed Jane to knock her off her feet.

The two actresses clung to each other tightly as the struggle escalated, with both increasingly unsteady on their feet. As they fought to stay upright, Jane let out a short, high pitched cry. Brigitte and Jane pushed away from each other forcefully, but both sought out new holds on their rivals. Jane caught Brigitte's leotard, while Brigitte clung to Jane's hair. The two fell away from each other, only to jerk to a halt as they reached the ends of their leashes.

Brigitte bared her teeth, but her scowl quickly turned to a frightened gasp as her opponent wrenched backward. Grunting and forcing a backward step with her leg muscles quivering, Jane held Brigitte by the leotard and lifted, sending the surprised blonde actress into an aerial somersault. Losing her grip on Jane's hair, Brigitte wailed as her legs kicked the empty air overhead.

Even before Brigitte struck the mat on her back, Jane had already thrown a leg over the tumbling blonde. Eyes wild and nostrils flared, Jane descended on Brigitte as she hit the ground, landing astride the other actress' chest. It was over in a moment. Brigitte flailed an arm defensively in front of her face, screeching and inching across the mat by arching her back. Jane's fists rose and fell rapidly, swishing past Brigitte's lithe arm and knocking her pretty face every which way. Brigitte, eyes staring ahead blankly, squirmed and gasped one last time. Her body softened as her arms fell away from her face. Her lips separated slightly, but her teeth remained pressed together, as if she were frowning in anger at her defeat even while fast asleep.

Jane, seeing Brigitte collapse, leaned forward and rested her hands on the mat, hair mussed and partially covering her face. Seated on the unconscious woman, her body rising and falling as her breathing returned to normal, Jane finally brushed her hair aside and raised her head. She looked up, wide eyed, as if she had surprised herself with the sudden finish.

Jane


Brigitte

[Jackflash Jump]

The following day, Marilyn Monroe cancelled the remaining matches and refused to be seen in public for some time. The resulting complaints from the long list of actresses she skipped generated substantial publicity for the film.

Epic, my friend!

[Sandman13]

Anon - Impressive! Excellent quick shots and some unusual celebrities. Thanks for taking the time and trouble.