[Anon]

Thanks everybody.

unusual celebrities

I think everyone has strong opinions on the more commonly used celebrities, and different people hold contradictory views. So it's easier for me to write the more obscure bunch, since I'm not violating anybody's expectations. So, expect more of that.

[Anon]

Linda Evans vs Donna Summer

Linda Evans' back bowed, but she clenched her teeth and wrenched herself upright. The blonde stumbled forward, taking a wild right handed swing at Donna Summer's head. Her fist changed course in midair suddenly as her legs nearly crumpled beneath her. With one short step forward, Donna neatly swerved around the punch, bringing up her right fist and smashing her knuckles into Linda's chin in one decisive motion.

The blonde's head stopped with a jolt, and she let out a quiet groan. Unable to summon enough strength to attack, she merely cringed and sank back against the edge of the ring, supporting herself with one hand on the middle rope. Donna trembled, fists clenched and face set in a tight lipped frown, glaring furiously at Linda. As the blonde bent at the waist, Donna tensed and raised her leg, striking her on the jaw. Head flying back, Linda grimaced as she was thrown upright, back to the ropes. She tilted her head up and away, gasping and shaking helplessly. Donna's straight armed punch plowed into her cheek, knocking her head between the top two ropes, and her follow up left hook sent her swaying in the opposite direction. Linda no longer responded  to the individual blows striking her face and chest, merely jiggling as Donna pummeled her.

The defeated actress trembled for a moment, tangled in the ropes, before Donna's green wrestler's boot arced through the air in a roundhouse kick, striking her on the side of the head. The blow was enough to dislodge the stupefied actress from the ropes, yanking her arms free and allowing her to gracefully plummet face first into the ground. Donna strutted back to her corner, not bothering to watch the moment of impact.

Linda Evans


Donna Summer

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Scarlett Johansson & Kaley Cuoco vs Keeley Hazell & Sayuki Matsumoto





On paper, at least, it was a million dollar idea that couldn't fail:  Team up two of the most popular women in the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance...Scarlett and Kaley; give them a marketable name...'The Blonde Bombers'; and unleash them on the roster.  Without a doubt, they would quickly capture the tag belts, and generate a fortune in merchandising revenue along the way.

Unfortunately, the reality was not quite what was expected.  From the first, it was clear that Johansson and Cuoco hadn't developed a solid team strategy, and instead were working as two solo wrestlers who happen to be paired up.  And while it could be argued that it would be difficult for any pair of individual singles wrestlers to suddenly function as a well-oiled fighting machine their first time out, that theory was blown to pieces by Kaley and Sayuki.  They were not only solo wrestlers who had ever teamed up before tonight, but they also had a language barrier between them.  Nevertheless, from the opening minutes of the match, the two swiftly established dominance, and worked together with the kind of pinpoint precision that usually only the most seasoned teams enjoyed.

As a result, the fans bore witness to the busty blondes being dominated, demolished and demoralized by their even bustier opponents.  By the thirty minute mark, all four grapplers were in the ring, and Scarlett and Kaley were actually starting to enjoy some offense at last; from opposite ends of the squared circle, the blondes began to Irish whip their adversaries, intent on having them collide mid-ring.  However, Keeley and Sayuki managed to reverse the whips, with the result that the Bombers were the ones who found themselves thrown toward one another.  They slammed together chest to chest with loud grunts, then both staggered back, badly stunned on shaky legs.

Hazell and Matsumoto muscled their rivals into opposite corners, then they British and Japanese battlers met in the middle of the ring.  From there they burst forward into a dash, Keeley aiming for Kaley, and Sayuki for Scarlett, and they slammed into their targets with body splashes that hit like wrecking balls; the steel ring posts themselves shook from the impact.  Johansson's D cups and Cuoco's C were flattened, respectively, my Matsumoto's G's and Hazell's EE's.  Astonishingly, the Americans were still clinging to consciousness, but their fans had abandoned all hope of their heroine's somehow turning the match around.  All they could hope for was a quick and merciful end.

But Keeley and Sayuki weren't feeling very merciful.   Peeling their ravaged rivals out of the corners, they dragged them by their tangled flaxen manes back to the center of the ring.  There, the American's were bodyslammed to the canvas, and they lay their side by side, groaning and glassy eyed.

What happened next was as unexpected as it was breathtaking.  Neither Hazell nor Matsumoto were considered high flyers, but now then each began to climb the turnbuckles in corners opposite of one another.  Balancing themselves precariously upon the top ropes, they then flung their lush bodies into the air, turning them into soaring missiles of destruction.

They can crashing down upon their victims, and with such force, the plywood beneath the blondes shattered and the center of the ring caved in!  The fans roared "OMG!  OMG!  OMG!" in unison, and after several long seconds of no sign of life, Keeley and Sayuri began to claw their way out of the hole.  At the bottom of that hole lay Scarlett and Kaley, and if either was still somehow miraculously conscious, she wasn't going to make the effort to try and get up.  Better to take the twenty count and the loss than to endure any more of this mauling.

And thus was the debut of the Blonde Bombers also their swan song.  The t-shirts sat unsold in a warehouse, the actions figures halted before they ever reached the production line.  And Scarlett and Kaley never wanted to hear about tag teaming together ever again!

[Jackflash Jump]

Flashback 1979: Barbi Benton vs Audrey Landers



For Audrey, it would be the catfighting career highlight that would propel her to the uppermost ranks.  It had begun two months earlier in New York, where in a penthouse towering above Manhattan, the blonde had scored a surprising but decisive win over Barbi.  Then, just to prove that win wasn't a fluke, she repeated her victory last month in Las Vegas.  Now, Landers would fight the celebrated brunette for a third and final time.  Geographically, there was never any question that the battle would take place on the West Coast.  But what did shock many was when Audrey insisted it be held at the Playboy Mansion.

Everyone knew why she wanted the match there.  As Hugh Hefner's former girlfriend, Benton was the Queen of the Playboy Mansion.  To have her defeated there would be a massive humiliation for the brunette...which was precisely what Audrey intended.

But if the blonde thought that the idea of losing on her own home turf would demoralize Barbi, she swiftly found herself proven wrong.  Indeed, fighting at the mansion galvanized Benton, and she shook off any feelings of inadequacy she held from her previous two loses.

Landers battled magnificently, but Barbi was all of that and more, brilliantly countering her rival's moves time and again.  Both beauties were running on fumes as the brawl made it to the 45 minute mark, and each knew she had to finish off the other now, because they had nothing left for later.

Swinging a wild punch, Audrey hoped to level Barbi with a haymaker.  But her movements were sluggish, and the brunette was narrowly able to avoid the flailing fist aimed at her jaw.  With Landers off-balance, the brunette went for her finisher; she pulled the blonde's curvaceous body across her shoulders and, with a grunt, stood up, subjecting Audrey to a torture rack!

The blonde's screams filled the air as Barbi, her face a mask of determination, bounced up and down on her feet to increase her victim's agony.  It seemed to go on forever, but in fact it was barely fifteen seconds of this punishment before Audrey was shrieking her surrender.  Benton kept her in the hold for a few more seconds, just to make sure the blonde fully understood just how defeated she was, and then she shrugged her off and let the sobbing Landers land on the floor with a heavy thud.

Flashback 1979:  Erin Gray vs Persis Khambatta



The crowd let out a roar of approval as Erin locked on her devastating finishing hold, the Texas Clover Leaf.  No one in the HWA had ever been able to escape it, nor endure it for more than a minute at most.  Gray gave a satisfied half-smile as she heard her opponent let out a growl of pain.

Except it was more than just pain...it was determination.  Persis gritted her teeth and, as her growl escalated into a roar, she began to do that which was previously impossible...power out of Gray's Clover Leaf!  The smile disappeared from Erin's face and was replaced with wide-eyed shock.  Then, with a sudden flex of her shapely legs, the exotic Indian breaks the hold and throws her tormentor tumbling over to the mat.

Gray crashes face down to the mat.  Lifting her head, her features betray her shock.  Indeed, she is so startled by this turn of events, she can only lay there stunned, uncertain of what to do next.  Unfortunately for Erin, Persis knows precisely what she must do.  Even as her own body still suffers from the aches of the Clover Leaf, the raven-tressed beauty musters to power to move with unexpected swiftness, and in a blur of motion she has secured her own finisher on Gray, the Indian Death Lock.

Now Erin screams in anguish, and her frantic efforts to power out amount to nothing.  It's Khambatta's turn to smile as her victim howls in agonized protest.  Tears streaming down her face, Erin's hand begins to frantically slap at the canvas...but still Persis refuses to release her.  Now Gray must humble herself by begging for her torture to end.  After several long, painful moments, the Indian finally consents to end her opponent's suffering, and she releases her hold as the referee calls for the bell.

[Freefall]

Finish Her- Queen of the Beach
Kylie Jenner vs Scarlett Johansson




Scarlett Johansson is shaken from the beating she endured…Jenner and a concerned audience can feel it. Kylie roars from her corner meeting the blonde screen heroine barely leaving hers. Kylie wipes away Scarlett's fading guard with disarming ease. Kylie buries an undefended uppercut into Scarlett's solar plexus ejecting the air from the actress's lungs. The Scarjo is staggered and stunned looking for air and sustains a big right to the temple. Scarlett raised her mitts to her head and pays for it as Kylie skillfully tears into her tits. Left Right Up and Down the 22-year-old works Johannson's revered rack like a polished veteren beyond her years.

 Scarlett moans as her her cups are used as target practice. Kylie delights as she hammers away finally pouncing on her prey. Jenner shows her fangs and smashes Scarlett's left boob ejecting it from her overworked top. The modest Oscar winner panics and tries to cover up exposing herself to more punishment. Johansson succeeds in fixing her wardrobe malfunction but at great cost as Jenner detonates a haymaker to her temple. Scarlett pirouettes 180 degrees before her legs give out and she collapses tits up in middle of the ring. The Ref has seen enough ScarJo is cooked and the bell is called for

A blonde bombshell busting KO for Kylie the Billionaire b*tch Jenner


Boos and trash are hurled at the ring as Jenner celebrates her demolition of the celebrated veteran. Scarlett is in a world of hurt…. She awakens from her brief loss of consciousness in a panic as she sees Kylies infamous black-clad bikini bottoms blotting out the arena lights. Jenner stands over Johannson soaking in the attention before plopping her ass on Johannson face. Using her nose as a stool. Kylie squeals with a vile delight as she grinds and gyrates her hips letting her cheeks snuff out the shattered blonde. Johansson's arms and legs flay in panic but neither can defend her cherished breasts from what’s coming. Kylie rotates her self 180 degrees and begins to lay waste to Scarlett's rack. Undefended shots reign straight down on Scarlett's quivering juggs alternating like engine pistons. All poor Johansson can do is scream into Jenners all-conquering glutes as the billionaire b*tch reduces her famous rack to rubble.

It's all too much for the Avenger as she expels the last of oxygen into her black bikini-clad tomb shudders and passes out. Kylie feels her foe go limp and relents her merciless assault. Jenner arrogantly calls for her iPhone and snaps an internet melting selfie perched on her well-earned seat. With that Kylie Jenner has announced her intentions to rule the world.

[Anon]

"They might as well put Carole in the ring with a tiger. Or they could save even more time by sending her straight to the chair," said Joan Bennett. Though they sat facing each other at the small, circular table, the two elegantly dressed women angled their bodies to face the central ring. Anne Baxter nodded, eyes focused on the two struggling figures. "It's barbaric," she agreed. Carole Landis let out another terrified scream as her feet left the mat once again, kicking her legs over her head as Yvonne de Carlo flipped her in midair, before the inevitable collision with the ground drove the air from her lungs and muted her. The two spectators watched silently, but as nearby tables broke into applause, they clapped quietly as well.

Joan suddenly directed her gaze to Anne. "Say," she began. "I can't believe you'd show up to watch Yvonne, much less clap for her. You know, after what she..." Anne turned her head to Joan, ignoring the fight for the first time in minutes. She kept her expression steadfastly indifferent, but the look itself was enough to interrupt Joan. "Oh, I never miss a chance to see Carole pulverized," explained Anne, returning her attention to the action. In the ring, Carole grunted, squirming from a seated position in the corner, with her arms covering her face. Yvonne's boot rose and fell, pounding Carole's vulnerable chest and stomach. "I don't care who's doing the pulverizing. Besides, that was last year." As Yvonne snarled and grabbed Carole by the ankles to haul her away, Anne began to applaud again, encouraging the nearby tables to clap as well.

"I can't stand Carole either," replied Joan, speaking softly and adjusting herself in her chair. "In a week or two she'll be showing her face in public like nothing happened. It just makes me so-oooh!" As Joan sat up straight, covering her mouth with one hand, the other spectators echoed her outburst. Yvonne stood outside of the ring and hauled Carole out by the legs, bouncing the back of her head against the edge of the ring as she made her pitiful exit. With her arms dragging behind her on the mat, Carole showed no sign of noticing. Yvonne lowered her body slightly, and slid the unconscious blonde onto her shoulders, placing one hand under her chin and the other between her legs. Yvonne dug her nails in and pulled down forcefully, but even as she clawed Carole's body and bent her spine backwards, the blonde's arms and legs swayed gently as she slept through the experience.

Yvonne strutted around the perimeter of the ring, passing by each table in turn, showing Carole's blank, open mouthed expression to the spectators up close. Anne sipped her drink and stared straight ahead as the combatants passed by, only turning her eyes to Joan once Yvonne had exited backstage with her prize.

Yvonne


Carole


Joan


Anne

[Sandman13]

Anon - All I can muster is a "Wow!" for the latest post. Yvonne is certainly a good choice for a juggernaut and Carole is also a great "face". If I could be so bold, I'd like to nominate Ella Raines, Jean Arthur and maybe Alexis Smith for a quick shot sometime.

[Jackflash Jump]

Anon, this is simply spectacular! 

[Anon]

Thanks everybody!

As for Ella Raines, Jean Arthur, and Alexis Smith, I think they've all been on my long list at one point or another. They may get a turn at some point.

[Jackflash Jump]

Santa's Naughty List

They try to be nice, but as they soon discover, it's much more fun being naughty!

Kristin Kreuk vs Sarah Michelle Gellar



The two beauties, their nude bodies glistening under the lights of the penthouse, grunted and gasped as they struggled for control.  Suddenly Kristin grasped her rival's wrist and attempted to twist her arm, but Sarah deftly countered, and in a blur of motion, she was suddenly behind the brunette and putting the pressure on a hammerlock.  Kreuk let out a sharp grunt from the pain to her arm, and she knew that if the blonde were allowed to maintain this hold, it wouldn't be long before Kristin submitted.  Still, she also knew she still had a slim chance of turning the battle around.

Unable to resist taunting her longtime arch-enemy, Gellar leaned her head in close to Kreuk.  Her mouth opened, but before she could utter a single syllable, the brunette's free hand suddenly shot up like a viper, her fingers jabbing at her tormentor's eyes.  Sarah shrieked as she was momentarily blinded, releasing her hammerlock.  Wasting no time, Kreuk brought her hands up, wrapped them about the blonde's head, and sat down hard to the floor; pulled down by the motion, Sarah's jaw slammed against Kristin's shoulder with a crude stunner, leaving her glassy-eyed and splayed across the carpet.

Swiftly pushing her opponent onto her belly, Kristin grabbed her own discarded bikini panties from the floor and stuffed them into her rival's mouth.  Kreuk then stood up, planted her feet against the back of Sarah's knees and hooked the blonde's feet against her attacker's shins; the brunette then reached downward and grasped Gellar's wrists in order to pull her arms backward.  Throwing herself with all the force she could muster onto her back, Kristin lifted Sarah up and held her aloft in a Mexican Ceiling Hold.

The embattled blonde howled in anguish as her full body weight was concentrated on her own knees and shoulders, her lithe body held up like a sacrificial offering to the catfighting gods.  She squirmed helplessly, the agony quickly unbearable.  But her muffled submissions went unheeded, as the garment was shoved into her mouth and preventing her from speaking.  After nearly two minutes of this torture, Gellar could no longer withstand it and she passed out from the pain.

The only upside to being knocked out was that she was spared the sight of her hated rival preening and posing in triumph over her limp body.

Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson



Kristen gurgled, a trickle of drool in the corner of her mouth as her eyes rolled upwards in their sockets.  She then went limp.  Emma smirked as she released her sleeper hold, letting her adversary collapse in a heap to the carpeted floor.  "Passing out this quickly?" the British lass taunted her slumbering foe.  "You used to be made of tougher stuff.  I guess you've just grown weak."

With a sudden eruption of motion, Stewart lashed out her right leg with a mule kick, her heel smashing squarely into Watson's groin.  The English girl let out a mewling wail and staggered backward while her American rival climbed back up to her feet.  "And you've grown stupider," she says with a cruel smile as she advances on Emma.  "Only an idiot would fall for me playing possum like that.  As if your pathetic sleeper could ever knock me out!"  Emma tried to ward off Kristen with one hand while the other clutched at her throbbing womanhood, but Stewart had little trouble positioning herself behind the Brit; wrapping her arms around Watson's waist, Stewart gave a grunt as she lifted the other brunette up, only to bring her back down again for an Atomic Drop.  Emma's crotch took the fool brunt of the impact, and the force sent her sailing forward until she crashed face-first to the floor, where she lay moaning in anguish.

Grabbing her opponent by the ankles, she flipped Emma over onto her back.  Then, holding her legs wide, the American menacingly hovered her foot over her rival's much-maligned groin.  With tears in her eyes, Watson's open hands 'window washed' the air as she pleaded, "No...don't...please!" But such a plea for mercy brought nothing but scorn from Kristen, who laughed maniacally as she proceeded to stomp her foot down again and again, until finally the agonizing barrage drove the Brit into a semi-conscious stupor, and into inglorious defeat.

Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg



It was dubbed the 'Battle of Santa's Helpers', and like all previous encounters between elfen-clad Amanda and Michelle, it was savage, breathtaking and utterly magnificent.  But now, after a grueling contest, it appeared as if victory was within the grasp of one beauty.

Seyfriend lay stunned on the floor as her longtime rival sat on her chest.  Michelle and Amanda were the possessors of two of the most perfect derrieres in Hollywood, and the signature finishing move for each was the facesit smother.  So obviously being able to inflict this move over the other was a moment of supreme satisfaction for the winner, and abject humiliation for the loser.  The look of supreme satisfaction on Trachtenberg's face was unmistakable as she slid herself backward until her rear end snugly covered the mouth and nose of her victim, all but cutting off her oxygen.  Looking back over her shoulder at her embattled rival, Michelle smirked and purred, "Get ready for a good long ride, cupcake...this is at the top of my Christmas list!"

But had the brunette not been so concerned about taunting her foe, she would have noticed Seyfried blindly lifting her legs.  A moment later, Michelle let out a yelp as Amanda's limbs clamped around her head, and in a blur of motion jerked downward, sending Trachtenberg smashing face-first into the floor, and leaving her in a daze.

Now free of the smother, the blonde gulped in air.  She knew she needed time to more fully recover, but that was a luxury she didn't have.  With a groan she forced herself to sit up, and then roll over to her knees.  Trachtenberg was just coming out of her daze, but before the brunette could go back on the attack, she felt a hand in her hair, which jerked her head upward.  An instant later, the knuckle of Amanda's right fist began to grind into Michelle's right eye, drawing a shriek from her.  Half-blinded, the brunette took several moments to shake off the pain and clear her vision.  Seyfried put those precious moments to good use.

Clamboring up to her feet, she went over to a nearby sofa and, after motioning an occupant...like all of the spectators, quite wealthy and powerful in Hollywood...to vacate, she climbed up onto it and carefully balanced herself upon the arm of the couch.  Meanwhile, Michelle struggled back up to her feet, then turned around to ascertain where her opponent is.  It was at that moment that Amanda leapt off of the sofa and delivered a brutal dropkick to her rival's chest.  Michelle went sailing back through the air and landed on the floor with a heavy thud, where she lay moaning and badly stunned.

Now it was Seyfried's turn to sit astraddle on her hated foe.  She made a production out of flipping up the fur-fringed micro skirt of her mini-dress, revealing a pair of red panties across which her butt was written in white script, Oh what fun it is to ride!

"Ohhhh...noooooooo!" Trachtenberg mewled as she saw her adversary's posterior descend down upon her face, and then her protests were muffled.  She squirmed feebly beneath her tormentor, but to no avail.  Firmly ensconced atop her rival and beaming a toothy smile of vainglorious delight, Amanda took a special glee in grinding her hips as she drove Michelle into inky devastation.

When Trachtenberg awoke after some indeterminate span of time, it was to find herself stripped nude and hogtied in the middle of the room with a long length of velvet ribbon, and a boy stuck to the top of her head, there to remain while the party went on around her, and the victorious Amanda was feted as Santa's favorite elf.

Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Kaley Cuoco



How quickly they forget.

Celebrated as one of the greatest celebrity catfighters of her time when she retired several years ago, Jennifer became rapidly dismayed as she saw her fighting accomplishments swiftly forgotten, and her legacy disappear.  Younger girls commanded the spotlight now, and that galled the proud brunette.  She had left the sport at the very peak of her powers, and she was convinced she was still every bit as good as she ever was.  Finally she could take the obscurity no longer, and she announced that she was coming back.  Furthermore, she demanded a match against the current top girl, Kaley.

The odds makers favored Cuoco.  After all, Hewitt inevitably had to have 'ring rust', and even if she didn't, nearly all agreed that blonde Kaley is one of the all-time catfighting greats.  Doubtless she would quickly send Jen scurrying back to retirement.

But what they...and Cuoco...did not anticipate was that this was not the same J-Love who had wowed spectators in combat until just a few short years ago.  Being forgotten raised a bitterness in her.  Once, she had been the staunchest proponent of good sportswomanship.  Now, she was determined to do whatever it takes to win.

Kaley never knew what hit her.

Few could ever remember having seen such a one-sided domination.  From the opening moments, Hewitt indulged in a slew of dirty moves, quickly tearing to shreds her opponent's defenses.  And Jen wasn't just cheating...she was taking a clear delight in just being mean.

At the moment, she had Cuoco howling in agony.  With the blonde on her knees, Hewitt planted a foot between her embattled adversary's shoulder blades, while with both hands she grasped the straps of Kaley's bra.  Yanking back on the fabric with all of her might, Jennifer used the cups of her buxom rival's own top to savagely maul her breasts!  The garment was too well made to tear, even under these conditions, so the blonde had no relief as she moaned and sobbed in anguish, her strength draining by the instant.

When she had finally bored with this torture, Hewitt decided to finish her foe off at last.  Shoving the stunned Kaley onto her back, the brunette pinned her down and dropped her own impressive rack down upon Cuoco's sweaty face, administering a breath-stealing 'jugging' that robbed the blonde of whatever senses she had left.

[Mr. Drake]

Hey, never posted on this thread before but here's a Finish Me style post I wrote for a Celeb Wrestling League I've been working on and off on. Hopefully it's okay   .

Paris Hilton Vs Evangeline Lilly




After an elaborate and luxurious entrance by Paris Hilton had finally ended, the two competitors were left standing face to face, boos raining down upon Hilton as Evangeline watched on. Lilly's eyes didn't stray from her opponent as Hilton taunted the crowd, pretending not to hear as she sauntered around the ring with her hand to her ear. "I can't hear poor people" Paris shouted, turning her back to Evangeline as she held her nose in disgust. Hilton backed up slowly from the ropes, still playing to the crowd when she abruptly swiveled on her heels, smacking her hand across Lilly's face with a loud crack that left the audience stunned. Lilly held her cheek, her face flush as Paris laughed, pulling back her arm again as she swung for the fences once again. Hilton gasped as her hand was caught in mid-air, Paris' face in shock as Evangeline smiled at her, her hand clenched around Hilton's wrist. With a forceful twirl, Paris was twisted around, her back open as Evangline grabbed hold before lifting her up and over for a brutal German Suplex. Hilton crumpled as her back and neck hit the canvas, rolling to her knees as she sat in a complete stupor. Evangline raised one arm up before she ran against the ropes, racing past Paris once, then twice before lifting her leg up and nailing Hilton face first with a flying knee! Lilly quickly crawled on-top of her flattened foe as the ref started to count. 1-2-3! Lilly stood up victorious, finally smiling as she held her cheek, one arm raised in victory as she looked down almost pitifully at her fallen foe.

[The Italian]

Freya Allan & Anya Chalotra vs Maisie Williams & Sophie Turner



Both Anya and Freya were extremely nervous before their match with Sophie and Maisie, and rightly so: despite being the same age of Sophie, Anya was a relatively newcomer in the celebrity wrestling business and this was her first high profile match; while for 18 years old Freya it was an absolute debut.
Still, "The Witcher" girls started the match strong and it seemed that they were able to fight on equal ground with their more experienced opponents. However, as the match progressed, Sophie and Maisie showed their true abilities, working like a perfectly oiled machine they isolated Freya in their half of the ring and using frequent tags they were able to subject her to a lot of double team moves.
Only the blonde stubbornes (and some well place interferences from Anya) prevented the girls from GoT to gain the victory.
In the end Maisie, while holding a groggy Freya by the hair, tagged in Sophie, who rushed to the opposite side of the ring and dropkicked Anya, making her fall from the ring apron to the floor. Then she walked to her partner, took hold Freya and hoisted her on her own shoulders while Maisie climbed the top rope.
The audience roared in excitement as they recognised the duo's finishing move: a "Doomsday Device" style maneuver that they called "The Mophie Cutter".
In the heat of the moment however, nobody realized that, when Sophie rushed at her, Anya saw through her intentions and jumped to the floor just few istants before the dropkick could hit her.
So, she waited the right moment, rushed across the ring and pushed Maisie's legs, making her fall crotch first over the steel turnbuckle with the face contorted ina expression of both surprise and absolute agony.
Sophie frooze for an instant, trying to understand what was happening, Anya kicked her in the stomach and with her last bit of strenght Freya took advantage of Sophie doubling over to execute a picture perfect victory roll.  A three count later the referee signaled the end of the match.
The crowd exploded at the unexpected outcome, cheering loudly as the two underdogs hugged in the middle of the ring celebrating their victory. Yet, it was apparent that Sophie didn't accept the outcome and after protesting in vain with the referee she attacked Anya from behind, grabbing her hair; Anya fought back and the two beauties started rolling around on the ring in an heated catfight exchanging slaps and scratches.
Freya tried to help her friend but was tackled down by the still aching Maisie, unlike Anya Freya was too tired to fight back and Maisie pinned her down, seated on her belly and pulled on her sport bra exposing her perky tits.
Ignoring her opponent's pleas and protests Maisie started to pull and twist Freya's nipples, while Sophie still held up on Anya prventing her from helping her partner.
Several officials rushed to the rings to separate the fighters who kept shouting threats and insults at each other until they where dragged back to their locker rooms.
Order was finally restored but everybody knew that a new rivalry was born and the war had just begun....

[Jackflash Jump]

Italian, this is definitely a rivalry I want to see more of!   

[Anon]

Emily Browning Iron Woman Match Tour



Parineeti Chopra vs Emily Browning



Most iron woman matches end long before their half hour time limit, with one woman unable to continue fighting, and her triumphant opponent giving her a savage beating... or simply pinning her for as many three count pins as the clock allows. This time, Emily Browning and Parineeti Chopra held each other, face to snarling face, with only a few minutes remaining, and only two points each on the scoreboard. Standing with their sides leaning against the chain link cage, the two actresses butted foreheads and jostled each other, still trying to overpower the other despite nearly half an hour of bruises and scrapes.

Shoving herself away from the barrier with her upper arm, Parineeti groaned and straightened her legs, ramming Emily with her body and driving her elbow up into the other actress' ribs. Emily tensed her back and grunted. Her feet stumbled away from the barrier as she bent to absorb the blow, but her mutual, tight clasp with Parineeti kept Emily from traveling more than a few inches. She circled Parineeti, and steadied herself as the two rivals refused to part, with one hand crushing the other actress upper arm, while the other encircled her back. Parineeti hissed, crouched, and tensed for another strike, only to shriek as Emily seized the opportunity. The dark haired actress' feet left the ground as Emily arched her back, hugging her around the waist and wobbling unsteadily. Before she could fall over backwards, Emily dropped to one knee, letting Parineeti fall onto her unyielding thigh crotch first.

While Parineeti's face showed no immediate sign of pain, the actress' hands went limp and slid off of Emily's body. Her bare legs shook and attempted to squeeze together around Emily's thigh, but there was no force behind them at all. Meanwhile, Emily gasped, hanging her head and steadying herself with one palm on the canvas. She remained kneeling, supporting Parineeti's weight with her leg until the other actress could no longer remain upright, and rolled backwards, thudding against the canvas.

Emily sighed, lowering her head as if in danger of collapsing as well. Instead, she placed both palms on her deadly thigh, heaved with all of her might, and stood up. Briefly imbued with energy, Emily staggered over to her downed enemy. Parineeti lay on her back, her long, dark hair spreading across the mat in all directions. Her left leg lay straight and motionless, while she retained just enough strength to bend her right leg, foot on the floor, to give a tiny sliver of protection to her body. Groaning, she covered her face with one arm and weakly lifted a shoulder from the canvas, trying to roll over but coming nowhere close. Emily's boot fell on her knee first, knocking it aside and leaving Parineeti writhing on the mat with her legs splayed. Raising her knee to her chest, Emily huffed, bounced on the mat, and brought her boot down on Parineeti's pelvis, causing the helpless actress to wheeze and hold her injured midsection.

Out of energy herself, Emily toppled forward, landing on all fours on top of her unconscious opponent. She crawled up, body swaying, to lay astride the beaten actress' body. Emily held Parineeti's hands to the mat over her head, flattened her rival to the mat with her body, and caught her breath as her points began to pile up.

Final scores
Parineeti Chopra - 2
Emily Browning - 60

Anna Popplewell vs Emily Browning



Emily's jaw dropped open as her head rolled back. Her legs wiggled weakly, and Anna Popplewell's bear hug firmly compressing her upper body left her arms completely trapped. It was only an unusual coincidence that had left Emily in this position. For years, Anna made regular trips to Japan to tour the fight circuit and pit herself against various local actresses, models, and musicians. Her latest trip overlapped with Emily's own tour, and the two actresses quickly decided to fight it out directly rather than spending their whole trip competing for space. The odd situation was far from Anna's mind as she studied Emily's face, giving her an even tempered grimace from an inch away. Emily herself was equally distracted; with her body to weak to resist any longer, she could only whine pitifully and tilt her head away to avoid looking her conqueror in the face.

Anna jerked back, shaking her victim violently before giving her a forceful shove with both hands to her chest. Startled by the sudden motion, and suddenly allowed to breathe, Emily gasped wide eyed, staying on her feet and raising her fists to make a last stand. Before she could put an arm between herself and her opponent, Anna's knuckles crashed into Emily's chin. The pretty actress' eyes widened in helpless anticipation as she gasped for a split second, before the blow slammed her mouth shut, sent her head back, and left her yielding body plummeting towards the canvas.

Following through with her uppercut, Anna's fist swung upward to rise over her head. At the sound of Emily's unresponsive body thudding against the mat and jiggling, Anna beamed and hopped over the unconscious woman, before dropping down to kneel comfortably astride her chest. Emily's unresponsive arms, legs, and head shook once as Anna's butt smashed into her chest, but even this solid blow was not enough to open Emily's eyes.

Final scores
Anna Popplewell - 337
Emily Browning - 1

Saaya Irie vs Emily Browning



With sweat dripping down her forehead, Emily Browning lunged ahead, clearly fatigued but still grasping for her opponent. Back to the chain link cage wall, Saaya jumped away out of her reach, raising her hands overhead and efficiently pulling herself higher, until she could look down on Emily from several feet above. Curling her body and raising her lower half, Saaya placed the soles of her feet on the barrier, balancing herself as she prepared to spring. In an instant, the petite fighter released the barrier and straightened her body, launching herself out and down feet first. Emily, slow to react, gurgled a confused complaint as both of Saaya's heels struck her face in the center.

Emily's arms fell to her sides. Her lower body tottered ahead on autopilot, while Saaya's body traveled ahead in a straight line, as if Emily's head had not blocked her path. In the end, Emily was thrown off her feet, nearly performing a full backflip, but striking the ground with the back of her head and neck instead. Saaya touched down beside Emily, rolling away gracefully as Emily's arms, legs, and butt bounced against the mat one by one.

With a quick scramble across the mat, Saaya returned to Emily, grasping her underneath the knee using her elbow. As she hooked the leg, Saaya nearly kicked Emily in the face with her own foot as she effortlessly bent the defenseless actress at the waist. As the scoreboard recognized the first of many three counts, Saaya looked up at the crowd with a big, proud grin.

This loss marked the end of Emily Browning's visit to Japan, but not her tour.

Final scores
Saaya Irie - 317
Emily Browning - 0

Huang Shengyi vs Emily Browning



Huang Shengyi held onto Emily Browning tightly, tightly clenching her fist around a lock of the actress brown hair, while tying up her forearm using her other hand. Worn out and face to face with Emily, she could do little else. Briefly showing off her control, Emily marched the other actress around the ring backwards, bump the drooping, moaning actress roughly when she struggled. Dissatisfied, Emily stuck her foot in front of Huang's ankles and jerked her back by the hair and the upper arm. Huang made a brief high pitched grunt before completely losing her balance, toppling forward with her body rigid. Emily shifted position in midair, placing her hand on the back of her rival's head, and driving it straight down into the mat.

As Huang spasmed, Emily pushed herself to her feet, and wasted no time before stomping firmly on Huang's spine. Huang only had time to gurgle and slap the mat once before Emily's boot came down on her back again, flattening her against the mat with a thud. Teeth clenched, Emily bounced up and down heavily, bludgeoning the waning actress as she uselessly inched across the mat.

With a loud groan, Huang pushed to support herself on her hands and knees, hunching her back and immediately losing her balance. Just as she shot her hand forward to catch herself, avoiding a sudden face plant, Emily skittered across the mat with a wild eyed look and struck. Swinging her foot upwards in an arc, the rampaging actress struck her opponent on the underside of her face, whacking the helpless woman on the side of the head with her shin as well.

Huang's arms went limp and she fell forward, flattening her nose against the mat. With her chest heaving, Emily swung her foot at Huang's side, jerking her body roughly and continuing to roll her over onto her back with a series of stomps. Her foot stomped down forcefully on Huang's chest, grinding from side to side, beginning the first count as her shoulders failed to rise from the mat.

Final Scores
Huang Shengyi - 0
Emily Browning - 101

Rose McIver vs Emily Browning



Rose McIver grimaced and stiffened her stomach muscles with all of her might. Emily responded by smirking and pressing her thighs together, crushing the blonde's waist mercilessly. The two actresses had been seated on the mat, side by side, in this position for several minutes. While the squeeze on her midsection had clearly taken its toll on Rose, she had still managed to tie up Emily's arms, and their upper bodies remained locked together in a silent, still stalemate. They stared off into space, refusing to make eye contact. Occasionally, one break a hand free and struggle for a more advantageous grip, only to find herself grabbed and trapped by the other again within seconds.

Still, each passing minute took its toll on Rose. Her head slumped forward, and when she shook it and tried to recover, Emily's crushing grip prevented her from gasping. Rose merely let her mouth flop open, eyes wide with shock. Seeing her chance, Emily released her grip on Rose's arms and lunged for her neck. The blonde reacted slowly, flailing a hand around to slap Emily's shoulder before weakly grasping her forearm. It was far too late. Emily tilted her head up and gave the audience a stoic but satisfied look as her arms encircled Rose's neck. Pulling back roughly, Emily bent the blonde's neck backwards as she applied an inescapable choke, interrupting her brief cough of protest.

Rose's hands slowly released their grip on Emily's forearm, and her arms fell to the canvas uselessly. Hugging Rose tightly, Emily rolled the unconscious woman onto her back for the pin. She dug her nails into Rose's back to check for a response, but continued to claw at her when the blonde lay still.

Rose McIver - 0
Emily Browning - 102

Though she had absorbed some terrible thrashings, Emily Browning's fans considered the tour a success, as she had emerged with more wins than losses against actresses on their home turf.

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Baby New Year Battle:  Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin



The match had begun promptly at 11:00 PM, with the expectation that like most other fights, it would be all over within thirty minutes time, giving everyone ample opportunity to prepare themselves for Midnight and the coming of the new year.  However, no one had anticipated nor appreciated the level of animosity between the two combatants, and the fact that neither was willing to let the other win.

As a result, as the battle was nearing the 50 minute mark, Abigail and Ariel...each garbed only in white bikini panties...were still going at it, although both had clearly passed the limits of their exhaustion long ago.  Nevertheless, their wills refused to allow them to cease.

There was a unique stipulation for this match, in that it could only be won (other than the usual knock-out or submission) by pinning your opponent's shoulders to the mansion's floor while the spectators counted down from ten to zero.  Both beauties had tried for pins, but neither was able to hold her rival down for anything more than the count of three.  Now however, it looked as if one might succumb to unconsciousness...or perhaps both might.

It was an intriguing sight to see:  it began as Ariel was flat on her back and Abigail, kneeling on the carpet above her adversary's head, dropped her body down and buried Winter's face between Breslin's bare breasts for a smother.  However, the brunette reached up and wrapped her arms around her tormentor's head, pulling it down so that the blonde's face was likewise nestled between her foe's orbs.  The two began to roll back and forth across the floor, gasping for whatever breath they could find as they tried to smother each other out.

Finally they came to a halt, Abigail atop Ariel, but neither of them moving.  They each lay still for more than ten seconds, and the onlookers wondered if they should start the countdown, or if it would even be valid since it appeared that the blonde was as unconscious as the brunette.  But then Ariel suddenly spasmed back to life and with a moan and rolled Abigail off of her.  Winter's chest heaved as she sucked in precious oxygen, but as much as her body begged her to lay there and recover, she knew she couldn't give her nemesis the time to do the same...especially since she could hear the groaning Breslin awaking from her stupor.

With every iota of strength she could muster, Ariel rolled over and dragged herself to Abigail, dropping her body like dead weight upon her hated foe's chest, pinning her down.  Breslin squirmed feebly beneath her, but could not throw her off, as the crowd counted down...

THREE...

TWO...

ONE...

ZERO!!!

With that, at long last, the battle was over.  Abigail was gingerly carried to a guest room to rest and recover, while Ariel was seated in a chair, a sash reading BABY NEW YEAR 2020 draped across her naked torso, and a glass of champagne placed in her hand to fortify her until the clock at last struck midnight, and all assembled cried out...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!