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Finish Her!

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1965 on: July 15, 2020, 01:22:57 AM »
That story was hot

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1966 on: July 15, 2020, 07:12:39 PM »
Eliza Dushku vs Laura Vandervoort

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The brunette gave a satisfied chortle as she stood behind her opponent, her left arm drawn across the blonde's slender throat for a Rear Naked Choke.  "You put up a good fight, sweetness," Eliza said with a rasp that betrayed her exhaustion.  "But it's lights out for you now."  It had been a long and grueling struggle between the two women, as they had battled to a near stalemate.  Now, however, Dushku was preparing to finish her rival off once and for all.

Or so she thought, suddenly grasping her adversary's wrist, Vandervoort in a blur of motion spun out of the hold, and pirouetted around Eliza, until suddenly the blonde was behind the brunette, and painfully twisting the startled Dushku's left arm up behind her back.  With a sinister leer upon her gorgeous face, Laura then went for a very specific move...the Oriental Spike.  She jabbed her right hand thumb into her victim's neck, grinding it painfully into the carotid artery.  The instant agony from the move...so seemingly simple, and yet it requires great expertise to apply properly...virtually paralyzed the brunette, and she whimpered and moaned as her body shuddered from the anguish.

The blood flow restricted to her brain, Dushku rapidly began to fade, her eyes going glassy even as her lids began to flutter.  "I told you when we started you're no match for me," Vandervoort sneered into her hapless rival's ear.  "Now everyone is going to see that."  Eliza gave a whine of distress, and then her eyes shut, her taut body went limp, and she collapsed in a heap to the floor.

Their bras long since torn away earlier in the fight, the two beauties were now clad only in their lace thongs.  Laura knelt down and tugged her beaten opponent's bottoms down her legs and removed them, leaving the loser naked on the floor.  Standing up, the blonde held the captured garment with both hands above her head, claiming them as her trophy as she placed a foot triumphantly upon the heaving chest of the conquered brunette.

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« Reply #1967 on: July 15, 2020, 07:50:05 PM »
Eliza Dushku vs Laura Vandervoort
amazing job as always Jackflash Jump ;)
2 of my favorites!   :)
and finally some story with laura... ;D
I did some quick searching and the last time someone "just mentioned" her here, was almost 3 years ago :(

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1968 on: July 17, 2020, 04:13:08 AM »
Jesus story writers stop repeating the same stories, billy Elish hiding her boobs to the world vs some one like Kyle Jenner showing them to the world must scream to everyone an absolute humiliation story? I’m here to help

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1969 on: July 18, 2020, 07:00:43 PM »
Danica McKellar vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

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Danica lay splayed upon the floor, glassy eyes staring at the ceiling as she gave a low moan of pain and exhaustion.  Knowing she had victory within her grasp, Jennifer opted for a spectacular finish to the match.  She climbed upon a nearby loveseat, carefully balancing herself on the armrest.  She stood there for a few moments, arms raised, her sweat-dappled skin glistening in the penthouse's light, and let the vision of her be taken in by all of the elite spectators.

She then flung herself into the air, transforming her lush body into a missile of destruction as she aimed herself at her hapless target, a moment away from devastating her victim with a bodysplash.

And so she would have...if McKellar had remained where she was.  But proving that her acting talents extended to 'playing possum', Danica suddenly snapped to awareness and rolled out of the way at the last possible instant.  As a result, Hewitt bellyflopped onto the floor with a loud, agonized grunt, the impact causing her whole body to bounce before thudding to the floor again.  With a dazed groan she rolled over onto her back, her face a mask of both distress and confusion.  What had just happened?

Resisting the exhaustion that racked her body, Danica struggled up to her feet and staggered over her rival.  She then lifted her right leg and began to rain stomps onto Jennifer's body, the sole of her foot smashing again and again into her victim's belly, breasts and face, until finally the battered brunette was left semi-conscious from the ruthless battering.

For all of her reputation as the 'Girl Next Door', Hewitt is infamous as one of the cruelest, most brutal of all celebrity catfighters.  She had taken great delight in torturing her adversary throughout this match.  So it comes as no surprise that McKellar is uninterested in playing nice with her now.  A sharp kick to the side rolls the moaning Jennifer over onto her stomach, and Danica sits on her back.  She then grabs her rival hair on either side of her head, close to the roots, and pulls her up and back in a Camel Clutch.  The searing pain to her scalp snaps her out of her stupor, and waves of pain course up and down her spine.  Danica pulls her back so far, the busty victim's nipples pop out of the cups of her bra.

Arms flailing as her wails fill the room, Jennifer can resist only so long before she starts to screech, "NO MORE!  I GIVE UP!"  Danica keeps the hold on for a few seconds more before finally releasing her.  Hewitt buries her face into the thick carpet and sobs, while McKellar rises up, places a foot on her beaten foe's read end, and flexes her arms in victory.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1970 on: July 19, 2020, 11:25:15 AM »
I've always viewed JLH as a jobber so I have no issues with the outcome of this one.  ;)

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1971 on: July 23, 2020, 08:29:52 AM »
Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Misaki Ito

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Revenge had been a long time coming.  The first...and until now, only...match between Sarah and Misaki had been back in 1997, when both were green rookies.  Gellar was making her first visit to Japan and was an overnight sensation, claiming victories over a string of Japanese opponents, including Ito, in what was the first defeat of the rookie puroresu star.  Sarah of course has since gone on to become one of the true living legends of the HWA, while Misaki, if not quite as accomplished in her homeland, is still regarded as one of the top heels in all of Asia.

For more than twenty years, Ito had been anxious to get a rematch with the gaijin and avenge her loss.  And tonight, at long last, before a capacity crowd at the Osaka Arena, she has her chance.

But it had not proven as easy as she perhaps had hoped.  It was a brutal match, with the two grapplers battling to a virtual standstill throughout much of it.  For the last few minutes however, Gellar had launched a late offensive, and was in command of the fight. 

But Misaki had well earned her reputation as a rulebreaker.  The first opportunity she had, she reached into her boot and extracted a small plastic bag, deftly emptying the contents into her hand, all out of sight of the referee.  A moment later, she threw those contents into the face of her rival, and a powdery white cloud enveloped the startled Sarah's face; the finely ground salt blinded the blonde, and just like that her offensive came crashing to a halt as she staggered about, groping blindly for the safety of the ropes.

But there would be no safety for the American, as Ito unleashed a maelstrom of devastation upon her, as a deafening chorus of boos cascaded down upon her from the thousands-strong crowd of spectators.  But she couldn't care less about what the idiot fans thought...all that matters is victory.  And now at last, she has it in her grasp.  Lifting her battered opponent up across her shoulders for a Backbreaker Rack, she gives a cruel half-smile as she hears the wails of pain from Gellar; it's a spectacular sight, as their lithe sweat-drenched bodies glisten under the stadium lights.  The blonde writhes in pure anguish, her spine bent agonizingly, until finally she starts to shriek, "I GIVE UP!  I GIVE UP!"...and then, she employs those Japanese words she had learned, but hoped she'd never have to use:  "TEISHUTSU SURU!!!" And with her submission comes the end of the match...but not the end of Misaki's vengeance.

Instead of releasing her now beaten foe, Ito instead executes a savage 'Burning Hammer' Inverted Death Valley Driver, throwing herself to her left and spiking the crown of Sarah's skull into the mat with a Piledriver.  Her body gone instantly limp, the blonde puddles to the canvas, unconscious.

As the referee raises her arm in victory and the booing washes ever-louder over her, Misaki smirks as she watches her vanquished rival carried out of the ring on a stretcher, utterly defeated.

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« Reply #1972 on: July 24, 2020, 03:19:23 AM »
LONG time reader of this thread, first time commenter. jackflash jump, you are a legend but this might be my new favorite from you. incredible.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1973 on: July 24, 2020, 08:21:07 PM »
LONG time reader of this thread, first time commenter. jackflash jump, you are a legend but this might be my new favorite from you. incredible.

I'm just happy that you and others seem to enjoy it, my friend.   :)

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1974 on: July 26, 2020, 01:33:44 AM »
The Slayers (Sarah Michelle Gellar & Eliza Dushku) vs The Supremes (Kristin Kreuk & Laura Vandervoort)


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As the tag match passed the thirty minute mark, tempers had flared past the breaking for.  And while Eliza and Laura were not the legal wrestlers of the moment, that wasn't stopping them from brawling outside of the ring.  The two battlers hammered away at one another with haymaker punches, each blow sending a spray of perspiration from the target as her head snapped violently to the side.  Suddenly, Dushku switched tactics; she grasped her rival by the wrist, grabbed a handful of Vandervoort's tangled flaxen mane, and aimed her toward the steel ring steps.

But at the last moment, the blonde managed to reverse the whip, and thus is was Eliza who was sent crashing into the heavy metal steps, leaving her dazed and splayed upon the arena floor, and ripe for destruction.

It was just then that Laura took just the barest moment to glance over her shoulder and look to the ring, to see how her partner was doing.  Unfortunately, she wasn't doing very well.  Sarah had just delivered a Superkick to Kristin's jaw, causing the sultry brunette to stagger back a few steps.  She managed to remain upright, but the glassy condition of her eyes made it clear that she was teetering on the edge at the moment.  Looking to finish her adversary off once and for all, Gellar suddenly dashed directly toward Vandervoort; she then threw herself bodily into the robes, using the cables to ricochet off and build up momentum for her signature Guillotine Clothesline, which was guaranteed to take Kruek off of her feet and set her up for an easy three count.

Laura took just an instant to assess the situation.  The referee had his back turned to her, so he didn't see the blonde reach an arm into the ring under the ropes.  Sarah bounded off of the ropes and took one step in the direction of Kristin...but then felt a hand grasping her boot, causing her to fall.  Gellar slammed face-first to the canvas with all of the propulsion she had just built up.  She moaned as she slowly rolled over onto her back, her features twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.

It's at this moment that Kreuk snaps out of her stupor.  Realizing her opportunity, she heads to a corner and begins to scale the turnbuckles, until she is finally able to balance herself upon the top ropes.  Knowing full well what her partner has in mind, Vandervoort grabs the still badly-dazed Dushku by the hair and pulls her up to her knees, then holds her head so that she's facing the ring, and she is made to witness what is about to happen.

Gellar, still stunned, struggles back up to her feet and, still not quite having her bearings, reels toward the center of the ring.  It is then that Kristin leaps into the air to deliver a Dragonrama; her body does a complete flip and she lands with her thighs on her opponent's shoulders as she faces her; Kreuk instantly clamps her thighs tight around Sarah's head and uses her momentum to suddenly flip herself backward, lifting Gellar off of her feet and flipping her whole body completely over, sending her landing to the mat on her back, with the brunette sitting atop her chest with a Schoolgirl Pin!

The referee counts the 1...2...3 and calls for the bell.  Laura, having released Eliza and letting her puddle back to the floor, scampers into the ring.  Gellar remains starfished on the canvas, glazed eyes uncomprehending what has happened.  The official raises an arm of each of the victorious wrestlers as the announcer's voice comes through the arena speakers:  "YOUR WINNERS, AND NEW HWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE SUPREMES!"  Ten pounds of leather and gold are strapped around the waists of both women, as a cascade of mixed cheers and boos rain down upon them.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1975 on: July 30, 2020, 09:12:12 PM »
Flashback 2006:  Ashley Tisdale vs Michelle Trachtenberg

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Got to get away!

That's the only thought that fills the clouded brain of the brunette, as she crawls on all fours across the mansion's floor, desperate to put distance between herself and her adversary and buy the time she needs to gather her wits.  Just need a few seconds...then I'll beat her ass!

Her thoughts still muddled, Michelle isn't entirely sure what had happened.  After a long an grueling struggle, she had taken control of the match, and had Ashley reeling toward certain defeat.  But then the brunette recalls the explosive burst of pain to her groin from the blonde's sudden kneelift.  And then came the kick to the doubled-over Trachtenberg's face, which sent her collapsing to the carpet in a pained daze.

But suddenly her forward motion is halted.  She feels a hand grasp her bikini bottoms and yank them backward.  "And where do you think you're going?" a voice sneers.  Michelle struggles to continue crawling, but to no avail, as her bottoms are stretched back in a sort of 'Coppertone moment', exposing her rear end to the grateful spectators.

Kneeling behind her rival, the smirking Tisdale grabs Trachtenberg by her dark, tangled hair, yanks her head back, and then slams her face down into the floor, further stunning her.  She then repositions herself on one knee, draping the body of her opponent over her bent leg, and with Michelle's bottoms still tugged below her bare butt, the devilish blonde begins to administer a blistering spanking, her palm cracking sharply against the bare skin.  Michelle shrieks and sobs as the alabaster flesh of her derriere turns brighter shades of red, and her tears streak black eyeliner down her face.  The painful stinging slaps rob the brunette of her last vestiges of strength, until at last Tisdale ceases, and shoves her victim off of her knee to the floor like a rag doll.

Michelle lays there, teary eyes staring at the ceiling, as the blonde straddles her abdomen, her back to her opponent's head.  "We've just seen the only thing your ass is good for," Ashley taunts her battered rival.  "Now you get to see what mine can do!"  And with that, she settles her rear end down over Trachtenberg's face, the brunette's panicked cries muffled as she is suffocated.  Michelle's body squirms beneath her tormentor, her movements growing more sluggish with every passing moment, until at last she ceases to move altogether.

Her victory earned at last, the smirking Ashley climbs off of her beaten rival, and proceeds to strip her of her bikini.  Claiming the garments as her trophy, the triumphant blonde rises up, holds them up over her head, and with a laugh plants a foot on the heaving chest of the conquered brunette.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1976 on: August 08, 2020, 02:16:24 AM »
Megan Thee Stallion vs Kate Upton

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The two statuesque beauties charged at one another, their voluptuous bodies colliding in the center of the mansion's large living room.  The sound of their flesh slamming together produced a heavy THUD, accompanied by their pained grunts, and a shower of perspiration erupting from their curvaceous forms.

Ordinarily, such a collision by either Amazon against a smaller opponent would result in the unfortunate victim being sent sprawling to the floor.  But now, Megan and Kate were too physically well-matched, and the result was a dazing stalemate that left them both stunned on their feet.  Both staggered back and shook their heads, trying to clear the sudden fog in their skulls.  Upton seemed to recover more quickly, and she gave a sharp growl and lunged at her rival...only to be met with a sudden kick to her lower belly, doubling her over with a sharp gasp.

Megan wrapped her right arm around the blonde's neck, pulling her head in tight against her body as she cranked up the pressure on her headlock, trying to squeeze her opponent into submission.  Kate whimpered from the agonizing pressure, but she also suddenly wrapped her arms around her tormentor's waist, dipped her knees, and with a loud grunt lifted the startled brunette up into the air.

She then suddenly brought Megan down, slamming her tailbone onto Upton's bent knee.  The impact sent the yelping beauty leaping forward, bouncing on the balls of her feet as her hands clutched her throbbing rear end.  When Megan finally turned around to face her foe, she found the blonde crouched in a three point stance.

Upton exploded into a blur of movement, hurling herself at her target and nailing Megan with a spear to the belly that send her flat on her back.  Standing over her, Kate then began to stomp her adversary's breasts again and again with her foot, driving air from the battered woman's lungs.

Finally satisfied that she had weakened and winded her rival sufficiently, the blonde sits upon Megan's belly, pins her arms to the floor above her head, and then lowers her own ample bosom down until her breasts envelope her victim's face.  The sweat of both beauties mingles together, creating an airtight seal as the fleshy prison smothers the brunette out.

Megan squirms for nearly a full minute before she finally ceases to move altogether, indicating she has succumbed to semi-consciousness, and granting the hard-earned victory to Kate.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1977 on: August 08, 2020, 08:59:27 AM »
Milla Jovovich vs Ariana Grande

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Over the course of her twenty-plus years in the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, Milla has been hailed as the undisputed 'Queen of the Chopping Block'.  Most wrestlers use the Knife Hand Blow, but few had mastered it as Jovovich has; whether a Judo Chop to the chest or a Tomahawk Chop to the head, her hands were veritable lethal weapons.  When she made her opponent's body her chopping block, victory was more often as not assured for the sultry Russian.

And although she's been easing into semi-retirement in recent months, she still takes pride in her mastery of the chop.  Which is why she was at first amused, but then increasingly irritated as young phenom Ariana Grande declared herself the NEW Queen of Chops.  What's more, seeing her in action, it was obvious that the Latinax was indeed remarkably adept as the use of the chop.

Inevitably, promoters put them into the ring in a match hyped as "Battle of the Chops!"  Oddsmakers predicted a rousing contest, but anticipated that Jovovich would not have too much trouble putting her arrogant young opponent away.  So there was widespread surprise...if not genuine shock on the part of Milla...that Grande was able to fight her to a veritable stalemate.

Finally, determined to put an end to the battle, Jovovich began unleashing brutal chops to her opponent's chest, which Ariana began returning in kind.  The two women traded blows, each gasping and grunting from each chop that struck them, the skin on their chests turning red from the impacts.  After more than a full minute of the two of them standing their ground and trading off shots, the fans sat stunned at the sight of Milla slowly being driven back.  And then Grande began to land two chops for every one thrown by her opponent...and then three to one!

Finally the Russian beauty found herself pushed back into a corner, and now Grande, a vicious leer on her deceptively angelic face, really unleashed a flurry of chops.  And then she began landing Tomahawks to Jovovich's forehead, as her victim slumped against the turnbuckles, arms draped on either side over the top ropes, and her eyes grown glassy and her mouth slackjawed.

Halting her offensive, Ariana demanded a wireless microphone from the ringside announcer, and he complied without hesitation.  Bringing it to her lips, she purred, "Now then, tell the world who the true Queen of the Chops is!"  Holding the mic close to her battered opponent's mouth, it picked up with quivering rasp of Milla as she whimpered, "Y-you are...."  With a smile of supreme satisfaction on her lips, Grande sneers, "Time for you to retire, old woman!"  She tosses the microphone aside, raises her right arm, and lands a powerful Tomahawk blow to Jovovich's forehead.

Milla staggers forward out of the corner several steps...and then falls forward like a tree felled in a forest, crashing face-first to the mat, where she lay unmoving.  Grande nudges her over with the toe of her boot, then places her foot upon the beaten veteran's chest and commands the referee, "Make it a five count!"  Five seconds later, the final bell is called for, and the HWA has a new Queen of the Chopping Block!

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1978 on: August 13, 2020, 11:41:50 PM »
Alyson Hannlgan vs Kate Hudson

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"C'mon Aly, get her!" the voice echoed through the dingy gym, which was the battlefield for this underground fight match.  Hudson landed what the redhead thought was a lucky blow, and it dropped Hannlgan to one knee.  But all she needed was another moment to recover, and she'd make the blonde pay for it.

Unfortunately for Alyson, Kate wasn't about to give her that moment; she suddenly rushed at her opponent and nailed Hannlgan in the temple with a knee lift, sending the redhead sprawling to the canvas.  Dazed, Aly dragged herself over to the nearby corner and grabbed the middle ropes to haul herself back up to her feet.  But she was only able to get up to her knees before the blonde grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and then slammed her face into the middle turnbuckle.

Kate then forcibly turned Alyson around until she was on her knees with her back to the buckles.  Grabbing the top rope for leverage, Hudson pressed her foot firmly against her adversary's alabaster throat, as Hannlgan gasped and gurgled for air, her hands grasping desperately at her tormentor's ankle.

Having suitably softened up her rival, the blonde releases her chokehold and grabs Hannlgan by her matted tresses, pulling her up wincing to her feet.  She then drapes each of Aly's arms over the top ropes, and places her legs over the middle cables, leaving her hanging in the corner.  With a malicious smile on her face, Kate takes a few steps back, lines up her shot, and then unleashes a wicked kick flush into Alyson's groin, causing the embattled redhead to let out a howl of anguish.  For good...or bad...measure, Kate follows up with a few more such kicks, regretting only that the combatants were barefoot for this match, as boots would have done so much more damage.

Her eyes glazed and her head lolling from side to side, Hannlgan offers no resistance as her opponent begins to deliver stinging slaps to her face.  When she's done with that, she again grabs her victim by the hair and pulls her free from the corner, dragging the redhead's ragdoll body to the center of the ring.  Dropping her rear end down onto Aly's back, Hudson grabs the hair close to the scalp on either side of Hannlgan's head and pulls her head up and back, until her face is very nearly turned upward to the ceiling.  Kate then bites down on Aly's forehead, a trickle of blood soon making it's way between the redhead's eyes and down her nose.  Unable to take the punishment any longer, Hannlgan shrieks, "STOP!  STOP IT!  I GIVE UP!  OHH SHTAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP!!!"

Satisfied with her victory, a smudge of her beaten foe's blood upon her lips, Kate rises up and claims her victory with a taunting pirouette over her conquered rival.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1979 on: August 15, 2020, 01:19:01 AM »
This one's for Viking.   ;)

Katharine McPhee vs Lana Del Rey

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"Peek-a-boo!  Guess who?" Lana cackled as she leapt onto Katharine's back, wrapped her legs around the brunette's waist, and covered her opponent's eyes with her hands.  McPhee, already dazed and reeling from the redhead having slammed the heels of her palms into her temples, staggered around the room, unsteadily carrying the weight of her adversary.  Being deprived the sense of sight, Katharine's brain was automatically going into panic mode, and thus preventing her from coming up with a plan of escape.

At least it did for a short while, until McPhee gathered her wits and her battle senses became attuned again.  Del Rey was making the mistake of overplaying this hand, and thus she wasn't ready for her rival suddenly rushing backward blindly.  The brunette didn't know exactly where the wall was, but she was sure it was behind her.  A moment later the question was answered, as Lana let out a loud grunt of pain as she was slammed into that very wall.  Her hands and legs fell away and she slid down the wall to her knees, moaning.

McPhee began to step forward so as to turn around and go on the attack, but Del Rey still had the presence of mind to grab her opponent's ankles and yank her feet out from under her, sending the brunette crashing face-first to the floor.  But before Lana could take advantage of this, Katharine swiftly got to her hands and knees, and then lashed out her right leg with a kick, the sole of her foot smashing into her adversary's face, leaving the redhead glassy-eyed and groaning.

Scrambling back up to her feet, McPhee grabbed the squealing Del Rey by her hair and hauled her up as well, then dragged her stumbling to the center of the room.  She then scoops Lana up with a grunt, holding her in her arms...and then suddenly brings her down, even as the brunette drops to one knee.  The redhead's back slams down across the bent knee and she lets out a shriek.  Katharina then presses down with her left hand against her victim's chin, while with her right she digs her fingers into a clawhold over Del Rey's groin.  Lana howls in agony as her tortured body writhes, until at last she screams out, "I GIVE UP!  I GIVE UP!  I GIVE UP!!!"

McPhee shoves her beaten foe off of her knee and lets Del Rey fall to the floor in a sobbing heap.  Katharine then stands up, wipes the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and beams a wide smile as the spectators jump to their feet to cheer her victory.