[Mr. Drake]

Another write-up from the first card of the celebrity wrestling league, Celebrity Wrestling Revolution,  I've been procrastinating about working on. Hopefully I can get back to writing cards soon. Anyway I hope you enjoy this match . I wouldn't have been inspired to write these without this thread so thank you all!

Jessica Alba Vs Ashley Tisdale



Tisdale had run Alba ragged, her tiny stature and lighting fast speed giving Jessica fits throughout the match. Ashley had lunged at her opponent from the bell, peppering her with strikes, kicks and roll-ups all while Alba tried to keep up with her younger opponent, always kicking out at 2. The blonde spitfire continued her assault on the brunette beauty, backing her into the corner and stomping away at her gut. Ashley had become a ball of steam and sprinted towards the other corner, Alba still clutching at her gut, back against the turnbuckle as her opponent sprinted back towards her. Tisdale threw her body in the air, crashing into Alba with a heavy thud that left both reeling, with Tisdale standing and Alba crashing to one knee. Tisdale stumbled towards the corner, her blonde hair a mess, her body covered in sweat as she tried to climb up to the second turnbuckle. Alba was still clutching at her aching chest as she watched Tisdale turn around to face her on the second turnbuckle, her right leg lumbering back up when Tisdale let out a shriek. Ashley flew from the second rope, a flying forearm in motion when Alba pivoted on her left foot, swinging her right leg around and landing her foot flush against Ashley's face in mid-air with a spinning roundhouse kick! The spit was knocked clean from Ashley's mouth as her body twisted in mid-air. Tisdale hit the ground with a heavy thud, her eyes closed as she lied motionless on her side. Alba groggily pushed the small blonde onto her back, hooking her leg as she stared up at the arena lights, blowing bits of hair out of her face as she listend to the sweet sound of the refs hand hitting the mat, 1-2-3. Jessica crawled back up to her feet with both hands in the air, soaking in the roar of the crowd as she turned away from the entrance ramp to rest against the ropes. The mood in the crowd suddenly changed, the atmopshere of her win suddenly gone as Jess turned around to see what the fuss was about. "UNGH" was all Jess was able to get out as she was hit in the gut with a steel chair, doubling her over and nearly knocking her off her feet as her assailint pulled her into a headlock. In a flash she was sent headfirst into the steel chair with a DDT, her body bouncing against the mat. The women standing above her? Ashley's tag team partner and close friend: Vanessa Hudgens. The brunette lashed out with a kick to the back of the downed winner before crawling out of the ring, pulling Tisdale with her and helping her back up the ramp.

[Jackflash Jump]

Fantastic, Mr. Drake!  I love Ashley Tisdale, and we really need to see more of her here. 

Can't wait for your next match!

[Mr. Drake]

Fantastic, Mr. Drake!  I love Ashley Tisdale, and we really need to see more of her here. 

Can't wait for your next match!

Completely agree about needing more Tisdale, she's great and fun to write and read about . I'm really glad you liked the story. I'm looking forward to writing and releasing more soon.

[Anon]

Lola


Donna


Lola made a short, scrambling dash for the corner post, grasped the top ropes in her hands, and launched herself upward. She curled her legs under her body, gaining enough height to bring her boots down on the middle ropes. The pretty wrestler paused her ascent for a moment, as she steadied her tired limbs. Lola risked a glance over her shoulder as she rested, revealing her panting, open mouth and her nervous, wide eyed stare.

Donna stood nearby, bent at the waist with her hands on her knees. Her long, disheveled hair hid her expression, but her body trembled as she finally managed to take a shallow breath. She groaned and raised her head, flailing an arm as she narrowly avoided tumbling backward. The dazed woman blinked, holding her stomach and brushing her hair from her eyes.

Lola hopped from the second rope to the top, shaking the ring as Donna struggled to keep her balance. As Donna's legs straightened, Lola twirled on the top turnbuckle to face her. After hurriedly adjusting her footing, Lola leapt. Uncurling in the air, she sped downward, using her body as a missile aimed at Donna feet first. As Lola descended, Donna's head jerked up, and her back straightened. Pivoting on one foot, she stepped forward with the other, narrowly moving her body from the path of Lola's kick. Donna's foot shot up as Lola's body hurtled past, until she straightened her leg in a high kick. Her boot caught Lola's chin with an audible thump.

Lola's head stopped on the spot, but the rest of her body pivoted around the point of impact. She twirled in midair, before smashing into the mat, limbs pointed in all directions. Without making any attempt to catch herself, Lola rolled over and over until she came to a rest on her back, body jiggling briefly before falling still. Donna turned up her nose and let out a single laugh in one breath, before limping towards her unconscious enemy. She collapsed forward with a sigh, dropping down to lie next to Lola. Of course, Donna still had enough energy to drape an arm over Lola's chest for the pin.

[Mr. Drake]

From the 23rd CWF PPV, my story about Olivia Munn Vs Scarlett Johansson

Olivia Munn

VS
Scarlett Johansson

""There must be a winner" the voice over the PA system blared, as each women had been counted out on the outside. Munn was laying stunned against the side of the barricade while Scarlett lied with her head down against the steel steps, a small trickle of blood shown clearly against each of their heads and left marked on the top of the steel stairs.

After a grueling battle between the two between the ropes, the fight had spilled to the outside where each women had taken turns slamming the others head viciously into the unforgiving steel. Just when it had seemed like Munn had the upper hand, slamming Scarletts iconic red locks against the metal three consecutive times, the Black Widow rose and with every last bit of her strength, irish whipped the G4 Geek Goddess straight into the ringside barricade.

With each woman stunned, the ref was unsure what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He helped each women up, and ushered them groggily back into the ring. Munn and Johannson crawled under the bottom ropes, each heading for opposing turnbuckles, stars in both their eyes as the ref beckoned them each up.

"There must be a winner!" The voice blared again, as each woman slowly got to her feet, stumbling towards the center of the ring in unison. Munn swung first, throwing an ugly elbow that Johansson managed to duck more out of luck as she collapsed to one knee in exhaustion. Johannsson saw her oppurtunity and landed a stiff punch to Munn's toned tummy, dropping the exhausted G4 girl to both knees as Scarlett lifted herself back up. "Fin" Is all Scarlett said as she wrapped Olivia's head in a DDT, planting her face first into the mat with a stiff THUD.

"1, 2, 3" The ref counted, Johannson's pin just an arm draped over her opponent as the ref helps her get back to her feet, the crowd standing in applause at the absolute war they got to witness, and the only fighter left standing".


Also check out the CWF if you want! There's some great stories and fights on there! https://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-23.html

[hasteisofthedevil]

Natalia Dyer vs Maya Hawke

Natalia had some breathing troubles entering round eight, she looks like she's forgotten where she is but Maya reminded her with a hook to each cheek followed by a kick to the mid-section sending her to the canvas. Maya pulled up her much smaller opponent by her hair and threw her to ropes deploying jabs to her face and body. Natalia managed to escape via a clinch and took a step back but Maya caught up to her with ease continuing where she left of. Maya was treating herself to poor Natalia at this point, tormenting her with kick combinations to her legs and midsection followed up by a hook and uppercut combos to her face. No retaliation coming from Natalia other than moaning and wailing; she's being busted up but holding up.

End of Round 8.

Maya is starting to look annoyed going into round nine, she's been dominant the entire fight but still unable to make her opponent quit. Natalia drags her bruised and battered body mid-ring but get immediately driven to ropes via Maya persistent jabbing. Natalia has troubles holding her arms up but it doesn’t matter as Maya attaches hooks to her ribs. Having coloured her ribs black and blue Maya deployed an uppercut to Nat’s midriff bending the girl forwards and proceeding with knee kicks to her belly. After a minute Natalia dropped to the canvas gripping her belly, however still not quitting and after thirty seconds she got back up. Maya was furious and in disbelief that her opponent was still standing, she dragged Natalia’s limp body to one of the corners and began aimlessly punching and kicking, landing all across Nat’s already bruised body and face. Every time Natalia looked like she was about to fall, Maya gathered her up under her arms and pulled her back, making her feel every bit of punishment she issued. There was only so much she could handle before quitting and two minutes in Nat finally gasped the words “I quit.” Before dropping to canvas.

[Savant]

Margot Robbie vs Zazie Beetz: Anything-Goes Match in Miami

Margo was on the verge of defeat. Pinned in the corner and tagged repeatedly by rapid fire lefts and rights to the chin by Zazie Beetz, the leggy Australian was nearing the point of no return, just taking blow after blow from her German-American rival.

The two women were nearly perfectly matched. Both 29 years old. Same height, similar weight. Both dressed in skin-tight, one piece bathing suits with plunging necklines to emphasize their cleavage. Zazie in shiny black leather, Margo in white. Their fists were both wrapped in tape. They had fought multiple times. The bouts were always highly competitive, long, draining affairs but Margo usually found a way to win.

But it didnt look like that would be the case today.

Both women were covered in sweat after 10 rounds of their no holds-barred bout but Margos eyes were starting to get glassy as Zazie kept up the relentless pressure, the German American sensing sweet victory over her rival at long last.

Whats the matter, Margo? Zazie asked, before tagging her with a right.

Not feeling so hot? A left.

Bet you'd like me to let up, huh? A right.

No reprise for you, bitch. Not today. An uppercut!

The bewildered Margo wanted to launch a verbal comeback but she just got another punch to the face before she could do so.

Finally she flopped heavily onto her butt in the corner, wilting under Zazies onslaught.

The crowd exploded in excitement and Zazie took a moment to lift up her arms and indulge the applause.

While she did so, Margo, half slipped, half fell out of the ring, crawling underneath the apron.

Oh no, she didnt exclaimed Zazie, when she realized what had happened, quickly rolling under the ring ropes and following after Margo under the apron.

The crowd heard muffled sounds of struggle for several minutes, then some silence.

A minute passed.

Two.

Finally Margo crawled back out from under the apron, dragging Zazie with her. The blonde had a bull rope wrapped tightly around the brunettes throat and Zazie was gagging and drooling. Margo had a murderous look in her eyes and she hoisted Zazie to her feet before repeatedly clanging the brunettes head against the metal ringpost.

The crowd inhaled its breath as they heard the dull thread as Zazies skull met the unforgiving steel.

Once Margo was satisfied that Zazie was thoroughly concussed, she rolled he German-American beauty back into the ring, crawling in after her. Margo dragged her by one leg into the middle of the ring. Zazie was flat in her back, her eyes half closed, her arms splayed helplessly above her head. Ripe for the picking.

Thats when Margo went for her absolute favorite move. She laid herself ion tope of Zazies probe body, facing her feet. Margo then wrapped her long, toned legs around Zazies neck in a reverse figure-4 head scissors. The blonde then exerted maximum pressure, simultaneously choking Zazie out and jamming the brunettes face into her ass.

Nnnnnnn  noooo   nooooo   stahp. . . Zazie muttered.

Oh no, honey, I dont think so, hissed Margo, periodically flexing her calf muscles to increase he already unbearable pressure on Zazies neck.

Now YOURE the one whos not feeling so hot, huh? Margo squealed in delight. Now youre at my mercy. And bitch, I am not feeling merciful. Margo concluded.

Margo kept the merciless suffocation hold in place for a long time and the brunettes struggles started to get weaker and weaker. A long line of drool dribbled out of her mouth.

Zazie started quietly sobbing as she realized she was thoroughly trapped and Margo would not relent. Shes been trapped in this hold before and both women knew that Zazie did not know how to counter it.

Thats right, bitch. Cry. Cry like the loser you are. Thought you had me huh? But how do our matches always end? With me triumphant and you gasping for air,   which I may or may not let you have. You know why? Because I own you I OWN YOU - and you are a hopeless loser!

Margo kept up her taunting, crushing not only Zazies body but her spirit.

Zazie kept crying and whimpering her surrender, until the pressure around her neck grew too much for her and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she slipped into unconsciousness. Margos thighs were just too strong, too constricting, too much.

Zazie wasnt even aware when Margo hooked her leg and covered her for the pin or when the American crowd booed lustily as Margo was announced as the winner. Again.

She was completely oblivious as Margo propped her up and then used pink lipstick to write LOSER and Margos Property all over Zazies face and chest and belly.

And she continued slumbering as Margo posed her unconscious body and took selfie after selfie of her moment of utter triumph over Zazie Beetz.

[Savant]

Margo Robbie vs Zazie Beetz Rematch: Beach Fight in Brisbane

As Margo suffocated under Zazie’s relentless breast smother, her mind drifted back to how she had gotten here. After their last match in Miami, a match that Margo had not only own but ended up humiliating Zazie, she was eager to lay another beating on her longtime rival. Zazie was no less eager to get her revenge and accepted a beach match in Margo’s backyard of Brisbane, Australia.

Like all their matches, this had proven a long, competitive bout with the advantage switching back and forth several times. 30 minutes into the fight, both women were drenched in sweat under the hot southern sun. Exhausted, they were both on their last shaky legs.

Except Margo was just a little shakier. Maybe it was overconfidence, maybe Zazie had trained just a little harder but for whatever reason, the German-American had gotten the drop on the Australian and slapped a breast smother on her. She wrestled the blonde down onto the beach grapevining her legs, and now she was relentlessly force-feeding her tit.

Zazie’s breasts were large and bountiful and were perfectly suited to blotting out all the air and light from Margo’s face. The blonde bucked her hips wildly, trying to roll Zazie off her but the brunette was firmly attached and remain plastered onto her.

Margo could taste a combination of sweat and salt water as Zazie’s tits pressed into her face. The brunette was overheated after the long match and all that body heat was now being transferred onto Margo’s face. She felt like she was in an oven.

Again she tried to twist and turn her way loose but Zazie was an expert bull rider and did not let her get any leverage.

A less savvy fighter might have been tempted go let up and check out her handiwork but Zazie had been beaten into a puddle by Margo in their last match and she was determined to get her full measure of revenge. Whatever happened, she was going to breast smother this blonde bitch into oblivion.

After another minute or so, Margo started screaming her surrender but with her mouth full of tit, only a muffled “mmmmppphhhhhh” mmmmmmphhhhh” was audible. She started slapping a hand against the sand but Zazie reminded her that she had insisted on a no-holds barred, knockouts only match. No submissions. No ref was going to save her.

Frantically, Margo tried one final time to buck Zazie off her but her rival kept her pinned, kept feeding her more and more tit. Her arms were rock hard and kept Margo’s face firmly in place. Finally, with a sigh, the fight was drained out of Margo and she passed out.

An excited Zazie could feel the energy drain out of her arch-enemy. “Yes! Yes! Finally!” she exclaimed. But she still kept the breast smother in place for another minute.

Finally Zazie peeled her breasts off of Margo’s face, making a wet clammy smacking sound. Zazie grabbed a handful of Margo’s hair and surveyed the sleeping face of her enemy. Margo’s face was covered in sweat, her hair was soaking wet after being trapped in the furnace of the breast smother. Her eyebrows were arched, her mouth open and a lone of drool dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.

Zazie laughed as the pro-Margo Australian crowd booed her lustily. But the brunette was far from finished. She slapped Margo in the cheek to wake her up, gently at first then harder until the blonde’s eyes fluttered open.

Both women were sitting on their haunches at this point, facing each other. A groggy Margo only had a few seconds to process where she was when Zazie grabbed two handful of the blonde’s hair and plunged her back into another breast smother.

“MMMMMMFFFFFFF….MMMFFFFFFFF….NNNNNNNNNNNNO…” Margo protested. But Zazie just smiled broadly.

“Found your kryptonite, huh Margo,” she whispered in blonde’s ear. “Don’t like having tits in your face. Don’t know how to get out of this hold, huh?” Zazie taunted her.

Margo pushed at Zazie’s strong shoulders, trying to get some separation, some air, but no luck. After another minute or two, Zazie was able to push the blonde onto her back. Zazie again grapevined Margo’s legs but it was not as necessary this time. The blonde was quickly weakening.

As a final protest, Margo tried firing fists into Zazie’s arms and ribs but her punches lacked power after being trapped in the draining breast smother for so long and Zazie just laughed off the ineffectual blows.

One again Margo was trapped in the furnace. Zazie’s heavy breasts blotted out all sound, all light, all oxygen. The Australian tried desperately to get a breath in but Zazie kept feeding her tit over and over and over.

Finally, several long minutes after Margo had gone completely limp, the ref started pulling at Zazie’s arms trying to her to release the breast smother. Zazie just snarled at him and kept it in place. The ref called on several men in the crowd and with their combined efforts they were eventually able to separate the two hellcats, Zazie screaming bloody murder.

A worried ref checked on Margo and what he saw concerned him enough to call over a doctor. The doctor examined Margo. He flashed a light in her eyes, no response. The blonde’s breath was shallow and labored. “Margo? Margo? Can you hear me?” No response. After several more minutes of examination, the doctor called for a wheelchair to be brought over. Margo was placed in the chair but Zazie broke free at this point and promptly sat herself in Margo’s lap.

Zazie grabbed her by the cheeks and looked into Margo’s glassy etes.

“Oh shit! I think I broke this bitch for good,” laughed Zazie. She pulled out a phone and took a series of selfies with her devastated arch-enemy, getting her revenge on Margo who had done the same thing to her after their last match.

Zazie slapped Margo in the face several times but the blonde remained unresponsive, just taking the slaps without offering any resistance. She drooled into her own cleavage.

“Damn now that is a proper jug smother! Bitch is in another world!” Zazie laughed hysterically.

Finally he attendants pulled Zazie off of Margo’s laps and wheeled off the blonde to a waiting ambulance.

[Jackflash Jump]

Scarlett Johansson vs Lola Monroe



Scarlett's right hand clamped down over her opponent's upper face, her thumb and fingers tightening over Lola's temples as she executed a textbook Iron Claw, one of her signature finishers.  The blonde permitted herself a half-smirk of satisfaction as her victim winced in anguish and slowly began to sink to her knees.

But Johansson's face suddenly became a mask of surprise and confusion as her adversary's own right hand reaches blindly upward, securing a clawhold on the blonde's face.  Suddenly it was a duel of claws...although the odds seemed most decidedly in Scarlett's favor, as she had already been applying her hold for nearly a full minute.  And yet, to the shock of all...most of all Johansson herself...Monroe slowly began to rise back up to her full height, while it was the blonde's legs that trembled and threatened to buckle under her!

The two buxom beauties stood there in the center of the penthouse room, their skin glistening with sweat, grunting and moaning as each attempted to overcome the other.  After what seemed like an eternity of this, Johansson suddenly gave a loud whine, followed by a moaning whimper as she sank to her knees, her hand falling free of Lola's face, releasing her.  The duel of claws was won.  "Guess we know who's better at that, don't we bitch?" the sepia-skinned battler hissed with satisfaction.  She then released her hold, following it up in a blur of motion with a kneelift to the blonde's chin, sending the dazed Johansson sprawling onto her back.

A legdrop across Scarlett's breasts caused her to to loudly exhale as the air was purged from her lungs, leaving her struggling to remain conscious.  With a cruel smile, Monroe stood back up and, reaching down, filled her hands with her opponent's flaxen mane, hauling the squealing Scarlett back upright by her hair.  Lola then dipper her knees, wrapped her arms around her rival's waist, and with a grunt she hoisted Johansson up and pulled her over her shoulder.

It was a breathtakingly magnificent sight to behold.  Just minutes ago, Lola seemed on the verge of defeat.  Now, she stood like an Amazon, holding aloft her foe in a Torture Rack, displaying the hapless blonde as a huntress displays a trophy as Johansson's wails of anguish filled the room.  As Scarlett grew weaker and weaker, Monroe suddenly threw her forward and down, even as the raven-haired tigress dropped to one knee; this move resulted in a Backbreaker, as Scarlett's spine slammed down across her opponent's bent knee and her lush body was bend agonizingly backward.

The torment was too much for the blonde to endure for long, and her lids fluttered shut over glazed eyes as she succumbed to the pain and exhaustion and slipped into unconsciousness.  Lola rolled her beaten victim off of her knee and let Scarlett's body thud to the floor, where she rolled over onto her back.  Rising up like some ancient goddess of war, Monroe stomped her foot down upon her rival's breasts and flexed her arms in victory, as the spectators jumped to their feet for a roar of approval.

[Golden Goddess]

Scarlett Johansson vs Lola Monroe

Oh, new blood in here. I definitely approve!

[Sandman13]

Camilla was rapidly running out of energy after her the first few minutes of her fight with Latina rival Selena Gomez. She tried to rally with a wild haymaker but Selena easily dodged it and Camilla slumbled and found herself flat on her face.
Selena smiled a cruel smile and in a quick flourish had her now weeping rival in a deadly scissors hold.
"Huuuunnnnhhh!!" Camilla gasped, squirming  helplessly in the vice of Selena's long legs. "Please! Please! I -ahhhhhh! - I can't stand it! Selena! Please - stoppppp! Let me - huuuhhhh!"
It didn't take long at all before Camilla stopped begging and wiggling in a vain effort to escape. With a final long sigh, the sexy brunette sagged limply, totally at the mercy of Selena Gomez. The beautiful winner strutted away, leaving her foe stripped and humiliated as a hundred cameras flashed recording her victory.

[Jackflash Jump]

HWA Flashback 1963:  Annette Funicello vs Joey Heatherton



Grasping Annette's right wrist, Joey yanked the brunette toward her and drove her knee up into her opponent's belly.  Funicello gave a husky grunt as she doubled over and tumbled to the mat.  With generous handfuls of her adversary's jet black hair, Heatherton yanked her back up to her feet; from behind, she wrapped her arms around the HWA Intercontinental Champion's head for what appeared to be a sleeperhold...however, my deftly turning herself and her victim around repeatedly, the blonde kept the referee from seeing that it was in fact a chokehold.  Funicello's eyes went wide as saucers and her face flushed red as she struggled for breath, her hands alternately tugging at the strangling limb across her throat, and her arms windmilling haplessly in the air.

Finally the referee caught sight of what was occurring and he ordered Heatherton to break the hold.  She waited until he reached the count of four as he made his five count before unwinding her chokehold.  Gasping hard for air, the dazed brunette stumbled forward, but she didn't get far before she was flung toward a corner.  Annette managed to turn herself around so that her back took the brunt of the impact with the turnbuckles, but that seemed to matter for little as Joey swiftly followed up with a boot to the brunette's belly.

Arms slung over the top ropes on either side of her, Funicello slumped in the corner, her curvaceous body having withered under the relentless assault of her challenger.  Heatherton smirked as she looked at her opponent, and savored the moment, knowing without a doubt that the coveted ten pounds of leather and gold would soon be wrapped around her own waist.  As a cat plays with its prey, the blonde then lifted her magnificently dance-sculpted leg and pressed the sole of her boot to her rival's throat.  The ref angrily ordered her to break the blatantly illegal move, but she deftly kept him arguing with her, rather than making the count which the gagging brunette so desperately needed.  The packed stadium was as one in their anger and distress over their beloved Annette's straits, and showed it by raining a tsunami of boos and jeers upon the arrogant blonde, who couldn't care less what the fans thought of her.

Finally Joey pulls her foot free.  With a bit smile on her face...and to infuriate the crowd even more, she steps forward and delivers a sharp dismissive slap to Funicello's face.  The blonde looks out to the disapproving crowd and sticks her tongue out at them, then turns her attention back to her opponent.  The time has come, she has decided, to end this match and gain the championship she so richly deserves.

But instead of seeing a battered and beaten brunette before her, Heatherton instead sees fury raging in Annette's eyes, her face twisted into an angry mask.  An instant later, adrenaline pumping through her veins and power coursing through her sinews, Funicello explodes out of the corner and begins to hammer her rival with brutal haymaker punches.  The wildly thrown blows drive Joey backward as she attempts to shield herself with her arms.  But the brunette will not be deterred as, in a berserker rage, she continues to pound away at the blonde.

As the two beauties battle to center ring, Annette finally stops throwing fists and instead scoops the startled Joey up, holding her aloft with shocking ease, before delivering her to the canvas with a rang-shaking bodyslam.  Heatherton's back arches and her face contorts in pain, but for her the worst is yet to come.  Moving with a speed that belies her own ache and exhaustion, Annette grabs the blonde's legs, rolls her over onto her stomach, and locks on a Sharpshooter!  Her spine bent agonizingly, Joey howls in anguish, her fists pounding at the mat.  She darts out a hand toward the ropes in a bid for salvation, but she is too far away to reach the cable.  After enduring the torturous hold for what seemed to her an eternity (but in trust was barely 45 seconds), the blonde sobbed out "ENOUGH!  STOP!  I GIVE UP!" as she slapped frantically at the canvas. 

As the bell tolls, the referee accepts the Intercontinental belt from the ringside attendant and places it around Annette's waist, then raises her right arm to proclaim her victory.

[hasteisofthedevil]

Jessica Chastain vs Sophie Turner

Sophie established herself as a creampuff and she’s got a poor fighting record to back it up so Jessica targeted her as easy prey. Despite her reputation, Sophie never said no to a challenge much to Jessica’s delight.
 
 Being 42 Jess was still in terrific shape, she entered the ring in garnet red bra and panties showing off her curvy figure. Sophie entered second in a black sports bra and yoga shorts as the bell rung.
 
 The match did not play out how Jessica thought it would as Sophie outclassed her from start to finish. Her punches were weak but numerous and managed to put some bruises around Jessica’s face and body. Heading into the fourth round Jessica was much slower than Sophie who was dancing around her applying punch combinations all around her. Nothing but soft moaning coming from Jessica who barely has her arms up leaving her face open for assault. Sophie obliges and starts spanking Jessica’s face with hooks driving her to ropes. With both of her arms wrapped around the ropes and her midsection wide open so Sophie switched to kicks, hurting Jessica’s ribs from each side. A final kick between Jessica’s legs was enough to drop her down to the floor but luckily for her, the bell rang to end the round before Sophie could do more damage.
 
 Entering the fifth round Jessica barely stood off her stool and before she could exit her corner Sophie was already there. She started off with a kick to her midsection making sure Jessica stays in the corner while she followed up with jab, hook and uppercut combinations. A minute in Jessica’s nose was bleeding and dripping onto her cleavage. With no resistance coming from Jessica, Sophie spends the entire round using the old fighter as a punching bag. By the end of the round, Jessica was bruised and blue but still holding firmly refusing to give Sophie the win.
 
 Round six didn’t play out any better than the previous for Jessica who found herself clinging onto the ropes from the start, head down looking at her feet while Sophie spares no time to punish her. She issues another his tempo attack with no plans of stopping, assaulting Jessica’s guts with repeated jabs each causing her to grunt in pain. Sophie follows up with a kick straight between Jessica’s legs making her let out a loud moan as she drops to the ground face first. Knowing fully well that she’s beat Jessica doesn’t bother getting up finally giving Sophie the very one-sided match.
 
 
 

[Jackflash Jump]

Kristin Kreuk vs Sarah Michelle Gellar



Few fighters have mastered the Tomahawk Chop with the devastating precision of Sarah, as she proves as she slams knifehand blows to Kristin's forehead; the brunette slowly sinks to her knees, her eyes rolling in their sockets from the barrage.  The blonde allowed herself the smallest of half-smiles; there were few rivals she hated more than this one, and it had been a long and brutal brawl to this point, but now at last Gellar felt that victory was within her grasp.

Satisfied she has her nemesis precisely where she wants her, Gellar halts her chopping, and now grabs Kreuk's hair with her left hand to hold her face upright, while the blonde draws back her right arm and balls her fist, aiming a punch squarely at her opponent's pretty face.  "Lights out, bitch!" Sarah snarled menacingly.

But Kristin has not been too stunned to not take advantage of this momentary respite, and while Sarah is making a fist, the brunette is making use of her own arm...it swings up in a blur of motion, smashing an uppercut straight between Gellar's thighs.  Sarah's eyes go wide as saucers and she lets out a pained chirp.  Frozen for several seconds, Gellar is unprepared for her adversary grasping her behind the knees and yanking her feet out from under her, and sending the startled battle crashing onto her back.

Holding her foe's legs wide, Kristin smirked and then delivered a crude but devastatingly effective headbutt to her opponent's still-throbbing groin, causing Gellar to let loose with a wail of anguish.

Pressing her advantage, Kreuk stood up and, taking the trembling Sarah by her flaxen hair, hauled her back up to her feet as well.  She drew her left arm across her adversary's throat, and reached around with her right, grasping Gellar's bikini briefs and yanking them up for a front wedgie.  The fabric bit deep into the blonde's womanhood, disappearing within the trimmed thatch of hair.  Now Sarah's screams filled the air of the penthouse as she felt as if she were being sawed in two right up the middle, tears streaming down her face as her whole body quivered with agonized spasms.

After several minutes of this torture, Kristen suddenly released it; wrapping her arms tightly around her foe's waist from behind, she grunted as she hoisted the blonde up off of her feet, Sarah pleading, "No, no, no...!",  then brought her down...with Sarah's mauled groin taking the full brunt of the impact as she is slammed down upon Kreuk's bent knee!  The force of the blow sends Gellar sailing forward and crashing face first to the carpeted floor.  She lay there sobbing on her knees, elevating her rear end, which was all the invitation the brunette needed to plant her foot on her beaten rival's butt and raise her right arm in victory.

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Emilia Clarke vs Jennifer Lawrence

Having both been in town, Emilia and Jennifer agreed on a fight in a private gym. The rules were simple; no knockdowns, the first person to tap out loses.
Jennifer entered first in black lace bra and panties, Emilia entered soon after, in a white sports bra and black yoga shorts, they touched gloves and began.

Having a seven-inch advantage, Jennifer used her height to decimate the brunette start to finish. Whenever Emilia would try to get close Jen used her legs to attack her ribs and whenever Emilia would try defending herself Jen would use her reach, combining jabs and hooks hurting Emilia's face.

Near the eight-minute mark two kicks to the midsection and an uppercut chase Emilia to ropes where Jen bends her forward and start attaching knee kicks to her belly. A minute into taking the punishment Emilia dropped to the ground with a painful moan and arms around her bruised midsection. Jennifer showed no mercy and pulled her back up by her hair and continued the punishment via repeated kicks to Emilia's honeypot. A good few kicks were enough to make Emilia drop to her knees. With Emilia’s hands down making her completely unguarded, Jen got down on her knees grasping Emilia’s hair with her right hand and spanking her face with her left. After some time, Emilia’s nose and temple were bleeding. Jen grabbed both of her shoulders “You look awful dear; I could finish you off right now but I’d rather have some more fun so I’m letting you rest for a few minutes.” She dragged Emilia to ropes and hit her with an uppercut of her chin making sure she stays down for a while. “I expect you on your feet in five minutes.”

After the short break, Emilia was barely on her feet and with her arms down exposing her red bruised body, her cleavage and sports bra stained from her bleeding nose and temple. Jen moved forward with a couple of weak jabs to Emilia’s nose. “You’re not going to fight me back? That’s disappointing. Come on I’m wide open.” Emilia barely threw her hands at Jen who barely felt her measly punches. “Let me show you how to throw a real punch” Jen grinned and threw a hook to Emilia’s cheek as she fell to ropes, holding on with both hands behind the ropes. “You’re no fun, like a broken toy. Might as well finish you off.” She gave Emilia a kiss on the lips before bombarding her face and body with punch and kick combinations. Kicks to her legs and ribs, jabs, hooks and uppercuts to her battered body and face were enough to make Emilia go down for one more time before she tapped out.

“I expect you to do better next time” Jen smiled before helping Emilia to the locker room where she cleaned her up.