[Dario]

Yes  totally wright, but Kristen vs Emma  os the top exciting and hot rivalry.

[goro]

Yes  totally wright, but Kristen vs Emma  os the top exciting and hot rivalry.

I like that 'rivalry' too, but like 19/20 fights featuring Stewart in this thread are against Emma Watson, the one difference being against Emma Stone... I just think it would be great to see her face off against someone else for a welcome change.

[AlphaPrime82]

Really great fight I agree what about K stew vs Megan Fox that could be a nice rivaley

[Mr. Drake]

Love the Robbie/Stewart fight and especially love the Larson/Watson fight! Never seen either matchup before so it was exciting! Great job CelebRP!

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Jennette McCurdy & Miranda Cosgrove vs Debby Ryan & Peyton List

Devastatingly magnificent, my friend!   

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fantastic stories by everyone here, really really well written. would like to ask is it ok if i write some stories on asian celebs(ie : korean, japanese, chinese, etc)

Certainly!  There are no such restrictions on which celebs can be used here.  I look forward to seeing your work. 

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HWA:  Emma Stone vs. Kristen Stewart




It drew a huge pop from the crowd, that's for sure!  Having pushed Kristen to a corner, Emma plunged her right hand between the brunette's cleavage and underneath her suit.  Startled at this intrusion, Stewart was too slow in responding, and thus was unable to prevent her opponent from finding the small metal rod which K-Stew has a habit keeps tucked down there in a secret pocket...the one she would palm to give her punches extra impact.  And now it was in the hands of Stone; more precisely, her right hand.

The foreign object curled tight within her fist, the redhead began to deliver sledgehammer punches to Kristen's head, quickly reducing her to a glassy-eyed state.  Grabbing the rubber-legged brunette by her hair, Stone dragged her out of the corner to the center of the ring.  There, she looked to the crowd, who urgently cheered her on.  Smiling, Emma kissed her fist, then did a big exaggerated windup with her arm.

But before she could deliver the blow, Stewart recovered enough to throw a finger thrust to her adversary's windpipe.  Dropping the bit of metal (which rolled out of the ring), the gasping redhead clutched her throat and staggered back.  Kristen followed up with a vicious rake of her nails across Emma eyes, blinding her, and suddenly the tide of the match had turned yet again.

A pair of forearms blows across the back drove the redhead toward a corner, where Stewart shoved her back into.  In her pre-match promo, Kristen had vowed to "get blood from a Stone" in this match, and now she went to make good on that threat; with a savage growl, the brunette sunk her teeth into her opponent's scalp, eliciting a shriek of pain from Emma.  After a few moments, Stewart ceased her biting and, grabbing Stone by the hair, she roughly yanked her out of the corner.  Kristen then tore the padded cover off of the top turnbuckle, and once again taking her opponent by her tangled mane, she began smashing Emma's forehead repeatedly into the unrelenting steel buckle!

When the referee finally pulled the brunette off of her victim, Emma raised her head to reveal a smear of crimson across her forehead, with a trail of blood flowing down her face and getting into her eyes.  Smirkingly satisfied with her handiwork, Kristen pulled Stone by the hair a few feet out of the corner, and from behind then locked on her sleeper finisher.

Arms windmilling, Stone seemed doomed to defeat.  But she had been preparing for this move, and was ready with a response.  In one deft move, she side-stepped and then stepped back, slipping out of the startled Stewart's supposedly iron clad grasp.  A heartbeat later she shoved Kristen forward, and the brunette slammed chest-first into the unprotected turnbuckle, winding her with a heavy, pained gasp.  Stunned, she staggered backward...and right into a Lungblower, courtesy of the adrenaline-fueled Stone!

If the battered brunette thought she might be granted a few precious moments to recover, her hopes were swiftly dashed as Emma hauled her up by the hair, lifted her up to hold her upside down, and inflicted her devastating TombStone finisher on Stewart, the crown of her skull spiking into the canvas with the full weight of both women behind the impact.  Suffice it to say, Kristen was unconscious before her body flopped to the mat.  As Emma pressed her hands down upon her vanquished foe's shoulders for the pin, her blood-soaked face was suddenly graced with a beaming smile, as the thousands-strong crowd jumped to their feet to cheer her.

[jdo90]

Alexa Bliss vs Naomi
Stinkface Match





The battle of who has the best assets was underway. Both of the combatants claimed to possess the most bodacious derriere. After several heated twitter exchanges, Alexa Bliss and Naomi meet in the ring to decide, once and for all, who was the most bootylicious. The match, of course, would be a Stinkface Match. The rules were simple, the first person to shove their glorious backside into their opponent's face would win the match.

Alexa, despite all of her pre-match taunting, her illegal choking, hair pulling, and underhanded eye pokes, was in an absolutely world of pain. Naomi had weathered the Wicked Witches' fury and paid it back ten fold! Miss Bliss, the same woman that had arrogantly sneered at her opponent and called her "an over-rated, over-weight bimbo that stuffs her undies to make her ass look bigger," was crawling backwards in an effort to flee from her pursuing opponent. Naomi's footsteps were firm and calculated. She wasn't merely stalking her prey, she was herding the sniveling blonde right where she wanted her to go.


Alexa's head is in a dense fog from the beating she's taken and she's unable to think straight, otherwise she wouldn't have set herself up so perfectly. In an attempt to rest and regain her bearings, Bliss reaches up, grabs onto the middle rope and pulls herself up to her feet. She quickly finds out she's incapable of standing up straight and her legs can't hold up her body. Alexa leans against the turnbuckle padding, her arms draped over the ropes.

Naomi sizes up the wounded blonde and bolts forward. Bliss glances up through hazy, half-lidded eyes and sees Naomi barreling toward her at full speed. Naomi leaps up and twists around, slamming her ass into Bliss' abdomen and ramming her back into the blonde's breasts, crushing Alexa's small body between Naomi and the turnbuckle. Bliss' limbs are splayed out from the blow. At this point, the only thing holding her upright is Naomi's body pressing her against the corner; therefore, as Naomi slowly walks away from Alexa, the 5' wicked witch staggers and wobbles, as if in a drunken stupor.

The audience is on the edge of their seats as they watch Bliss awkwardly teeter. She takes a wobbly, haphazard step forward and rocks back and forth on the heel of her boot  The crowd is silent, waiting in anticipation until, finally, Alexa's feet are incapable of balancing herself any longer. She leans back too far and she falls back, landing flat on her ass. Her self-proclaimed, "perfect ass" thuds loudly against the canvas, causing the audience to leap out of their seats. The distinct sound of Alexa's fat bottom striking the mat caused Naomi to turn around, her eyes locked onto Alexa's. The blonde's unfocused eyes don't even focus on Naomi, but instead stare off into the distance. She's too zonked out to realize the severity of her current situation; so, with a despairing groan, she just lazily leans her head back onto the bottom turnbuckle pad.

Naomi's lips curl into a smile when she turns around and sees Alexa sitting in the corner, her legs spread wide, her arms draping over the bottom ropes and her head lazily resting back, using the bottom turnbuckle pad as a makeshift pillow. Naomi prowls ahead; her steps, once again, are slow and deliberate. The dark-haired beauty spins on her heel and looks over her shoulder as she moonwalks back toward Alexa. Naomi keeps her eyes locked onto the hazy eyes of her rival. She waits for a hint of cognizance from Alexa and once she sees that spark of recognition, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her black, booty-cut shorts and slides the garment past her hips, letting the shorts fall to her ankles. She kicks the shorts away, much to the crowd's delight. Naomi's lower half is now scantily clad by a barely-there hot pink cotton thong.

Alexa's eyes gradually widen as she watches Naomi begin to back up, bringing her thong-clad ass closer and closer to her face. Alexa tries to fight through her hazy stupor by placing her hands up and desperately pushing against her rival's large cheeks. The realization seems to fully sink in because Little Miss Bliss begins screaming like a banshee, shaking her head and pleading for mercy as she pushes against her rival. With her palms pressed against Naomi's oncoming butt, her wide, expressive eyes staring at the deep crack running between Naomi's cheeks, Bliss begins to actually cry, sobbing out for mercy. In the end, Alexa's attempts to avoid Naomi's ass prove to be futile. The black beauty easily pushes breaks past Alexa's defenses and she lowers her ass upon Bliss' mortified, terror-stricken face.


Naomi's mouth stretches into a wide grin once she feels the tip of Bliss' nose slide up her cheeks, followed immediately by her screaming mouth. In one swift motion Naomi's bodacious backside completely engulfs the blonde's face. Alexa's muffled groans and screams of despair emit from Naomi's rotating backside as she gyrates against her. Bliss' pint-sized body squirms and writhes in humiliation. Naomi seizes the top ropes and furiously shakes her hips back and forth, forcing Bliss face side-to-side! Miss Bliss can only resort to pathetically stomping and kicking her feet, her hands slapping at thick, dark hips as Naomi pushes back, burying Alexa's diamond-studded nose and gaping mouth even further inside the dark, hot, sweaty crevice of her derriere. Alexa sobs and shrieks uncontrollably as her grimacing face buries deeper and deeper into her rival's booty. Her screaming and thrashing has taken away precious oxygen and soon her limbs begin to grow weak and her eyes become heavy. Very quickly, Alexa's kicking degrades to mere twitching and it's obvious the blonde is unconscious. Naomi won the moment her ass made contact with Bliss' face, but the fact she was able to knock the mouthy blonde out made the victory so much sweeter. Naomi peels her ass away from Alexa's face, as if she were removing a suction cup, and raises her arms in victory.

Naomi is already backstage once Alexa Bliss wakes back up. Naomi watches the backstage monitors, grinning ear to ear. The HD cameras capture every pure of the blonde's ruddy, sweaty face. The cameramen capture Bliss' reaction once she realizes the sweat on her face isn't her own, but is courtesy of Naomi, and her superior ass. They capture the moment she realizes the foul scent in her nostrils and the horrid taste in her mouth is also courtesy of Naomi, and her superior ass.

And they capture the moment she realizes she's naked from the waist down, also courtesy of Naomi, and her superior ass. Naomi smirks, slinging Alexa's discarded shorts and panties over her shoulder, watching with uninhibited glee as the distraught blonde scurries around the ring, looking for her shorts and undies. With one hand over her shaven mound and the other covering her ass, Bliss scurries out of the ring and hightails it up the ramp. Meanwhile Naomi goes online shopping to find a suitable frame for her trophies of war.

[The Italian]

Maya Thurman-Hawke (with Uma Thurman) vs Lily-Rose Depp (with Vanessa Pardis)



The audience in the luxurious penthouse was extremely vocal during this battle between the two second generation actresses, but no one was more vocal than their respective mothers Uma Thurman and Vanessa Paradis, who alternated shouting encouragements to their respective daughters and throwing insults at each other.
  Both topless beauties went into the fight with great enthusiasm and ferocity, but in the end it was apparent that Maya’s slight size advantage was giving her the edge, as she was able to violently throw Lily-Rose to the ground face first. Maya then sat on Lily-Rose back and started to brutally pull her hair.
 Thinking her daughter was on the verge o submission, Vanessa snatched a glass of whisky from a guest and threw its content on Maya’s face, who screamed in pain as the alcoholic liquid stung her eyes.
  “That’s not fair!” Screamed Uma but it seemed that nobody in the audience cared about the interference and Vanessa’s only response was a mocking grin as she flipped the bird at her enraged rival.
  Meanwhile Lily-Rose took advamtage of the situation an pushed down a confused Maya, sitting on her belly and pinning her arm under her own knees, before starting to claw and scratch Maya’s tits.
  As soon as she saw her daughter in that predicament, Uma decided to take matters in her own hands, stepped on the mat and grabbed Lily-Rose’s hairs, pulling her away from her daughter.
  “Don’t touch my daughter you fucking bitch!” Screamed Vanessa and went after Uma, tackling her to the ground. The two mature divas, clad in their high-end evening gowns, rolled on the floor clawing and slapping each other with total abandon as the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers for the unexpected bonus fight.
  But while her mother was starting her own fight Maya was already regaining control of hers and crawled on top of Lily-Rose, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s head and forcing her head between her own battered breasts. Lily-Rose trashed wildly trying to free her mouth and nose from that fleshy prison; but soon her movement faded and she finally lost consciousness.
  Maya, however, didn’t waste time in celebrations and wnetto help her mother, holding Vanessa, while Uma slapped and scratched the french diva face and tits. Vanessa tried to fight back but soon she started bawling her submission, begging Uma and Maya to stop.
  Finally the promoter took pity on Vanessa and ordered security to step on the mat and pull Uma and Maya away from her. Mother and daughter hugged and then raised their arms in victory as Vanessa and Lily-Rose, beaten and humiliated, were unceremoniously escorted out of the party.

[griffin]

Emma Stone vs Kristen Stewart was excellent Jackflash.

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Flashback 1976:  Maureen McCormick vs Pamela Sue Martin



Pamela let out a sharp grunt of pain as Maureen's hand chopped across her chest.  A second such blow caused the brunette to stagger backwards.  McCormick then grabbed Martin by the hair and, with a growl, hip tossed her to the mansion's floor.

Rolling with the momentum, Pamela got to one knee, her long chestnut hair covering her face and her head hung down and she panted for breath.  Maureen approached her, again grabbing her hair so as to haul her back up to her feet.  But the brunette was not as helpless as her opponent imagined, and Pamela threw a finger thrust into the blonde's windpipe.

Eyes widening as she staggers back, hands clutching her throat, Maureen gasps and groans in equal parts pain and shock.  Martin hooks her hands behind her adversary's knees and with a sharp yank, pulls the blonde's feet out from under her and sends her crashing onto her back.  Rising up, Pamela takes Maureen by the ankles and spreads her legs apart; McCormick's face is flushed with fear as she frantically waves her hands in the air and rasps, "No...don't!"

But no amount of pleading prevents the brunette from viciously driving her foot down into the blonde's groin, drawing a howl of anguish from her victim.  Dropping the blonde's legs, Martin then proceeds to 'stomp a mud hole'; her bare foot stomping away at Maureen's belly, chest, face and thighs again and again, until McCormick is battered into semi-consciousness.

Now the brunette, a cruel sneer on her face, rolls her opponent over onto her belly and sits on her back.  With her hands she covers Maureen's mouth and pinches shut her nose as she yanks her head up and back, the jolt of pain along the blonde's neck and spine shocking her from her stupor.  But, unable to breath, McCormick frantically tugs at her oppressor's hands with her own, but to no avail.  Her watery blue eyes begin to glaze over and then flutter shut, until as last her body ceases to squirm and she sinks into the inky darkness of total unconsciousness.

Standing up, Pamela places a foot on her beaten rival's rear end and raises her arms in a display of triumph. 

Meanwhile, one of the spectators, a network television producer, leans over to the man next to him and says, "Well, I guess that decides who'll be playing Nancy Drew."

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Michelle Ang vs Kaley Cuoco



Kaley grunted as Michelle threw her face-first to the carpeted floor.  Moving swiftly, the New Zealander dropped to her knees, grabber her opponent's ankles, and folded the blonde's legs back at the knees.  Crossing Cuoco's ankles, she then pressed down on her rival's limbs, drawing anguished moans from the American.  Adding to Kaley's pain, Ang presses her fingertips hard into the soft arches of the blonde's bare feet, which elicits shrieks from the victim.

Maintaining this grueling hold for another minute or so, the brunette suddenly moves herself forward, pressing her right knee against Cuoco's crossed ankles to keep her legs folded back and pinned down, while with her now free hands she reaches forward and grabs her adversary's golden hair to yank her head up and back.  Ang then snakes her arms around Kaley's throat and head to lock on a Rear Naked Choke.

Hands alternately tugging in futility at the powerful arms strangling her, and flailing in panicked helplessness, Kaley's face turns red and then purple as the breath is choked from her, and her green eyes glaze over as her lids grow ever heavier.  Finally her eyes flutter shut and her body goes limp, as she is strangled into unconsciousness.

Releasing her beaten foe, Michelle majestically rises up, places a foot on Cuoco's rear end, and flexes her arms in a display of victory.


HWA:  Charlize Theron vs Katie Holmes



Slumped in the corner, Katie could only watch in dazed silence as her opponent rolled out of the ring under the ropes, grabbed one of the six foot wooden tables stacked up at ringside, and slid it into the ring, with her following right behind it.  The crowd popped huge, as this would be the first use of a table in this, a Tables Match.

The South African propped the table up at an angle in the corner opposite the one where her opponent was, the brunette's arms flung limply over the top ropes on either side of her.  Theron then came over to Holmes with a smile on her face.  Katie had been wreaking a reign of terror over the HWA, and Charlize had finally vowed to put an end to it.  Now, she grabbed the brunette's left wrist and pulled her away from the corner.  The statuesque blonde then flung her equally statuesque adversary across the ring with an Irish Whip.

But Katie was far from helpless.  Indeed, she had recovered enough to suddenly put on an extra burst of speed; before she should have slammed into the table, she instead leapt up, ran up the table, and used it to launch herself backward.  Caught by surprise, Theron is too slow to react, and the brunette's legs snap tight around her head for a flying headscissors that flips the blonde hard to the mat.

With Charlize now the dazed one, Katie drags her up to her feet and whips her toward the table.  The blonde's body spins around and she hits it back first with a heavy thud, her face twisting into a mask of pain.  A moment later, Holmes dashes toward her, spins around, and delivers a Butt Bump to Theron's chest with such force, the table cracks beneath her!

As Theron puddles to the canvas, Holmes rolls out of the ring.  At ringside, she sets up a table, and then lifts another table and sets it up on top of that one.  She then returns to the ring, where the blonde has struggled up to one knee.  Grabbing Charlize's hair with one hand, Katie shoves the wreckage of the table out of the corner with the other, and she then slams her opponent's face into the top turnbuckle a half-dozen times.  That leaves Charlize pliable enough for Holmes to scale up the ropes and pull her rival up behind her by the hair, until both are balanced precariously on the top ropes.

The crowd roars as Katie then executes a Suplex, yanking Theron up off of the ropes, flipping her through the air, and sending her crashing upon the top table with such impact, not only does it shatter, but so does the one beneath it!

Although the South African had taken the brunt of the blow, Katie is also stunned, but after several moments she is able to shake her head clear, and she gets up to crawl back into the ring, beating the referee's twenty count.  The bell tolls to signal the conclusion of the match as the once-magnificent Charlize lay semi-conscious and moaning in the kindling that was once a pair of tables.  But her troubles weren't over yet.

When she had accepted this match, Holmes had vowed to humiliate the HWA legend, and now she aimed to make good on that pledge.  The sinister brunette exited the ring and, taking Theron by the hair, pulled her up to a seated position, then made her roll over to all fours.  Katie then sat on her rival's back and grabbed her hair like reins, and with a smug smile said, "Giddyup!"

Tears of both agony and humiliation streaked down Charlize's face as she helplessly crawled on all fours around the outside of the ring, and then Katie made her crawl up the long aisle way toward the curtain that led to the lockerrooms, the television cameras capturing every moment of the blonde's degradation, and of the brunette's gleeful triumph.

[Mr. Drake]

Had never heard of Michelle Ang until now and it was a lovely and surprising introduction to her! Pulling off a win against Cuoco is tough, but Michelle did it in style! Also love seeing Katie get what I would consider an upset win against Charlize! I feel like I never seen enough of Katie around here, so always glad to see it  . Amazing work Jackflash!
Ashley Tisdale Vs Ariel Winter - The Tisdale and Hyland Saga

The rumor had spread, Sarah Hyland's beaming smile sparking social media alight with theories, ranging from her being the mastermind behind baiting Tisdale into confronting and fighting Lawrence to her simply being the worst sort of friend anyone could have. The crowd was split, mastermind or simply a backstabbing friend who reveled in her friends beatdown at the hands of the larger, stronger actress. Ashley Tisdale had heard the rumors and all she wanted was answers, revenge lingering on the back of her mind. She received no answers from Sarah, phone calls were answered and DM's were left on read. None of her circle was talking either and Tisdale was unable to find her anywhere around LA until one day an odd Twitter account tweeted Ashley a picture, with Sarah alone at a small private Beverly Hills park. Tisdale left immediately, ready to confront her best friend on her suspicious actions all throughout that night. But when she arrived only one person was waiting in the park, Ariel Winter.

The fight had been brutal...Ashley's questions about Sarah had only grown more and more angry as Winter smugly refused to talk, Tisdale's temper getting heated up to the point where she was about to walk away.... Until Winter slapped the fit blonde actress, promising answers if Tisdale could make her. Tisdale didn't need to be asked twice, the blonde tackling the busty brunette to the grass as the two engaged in a sweat filled, lengthy back and forth brawl on the park grass.

The two women staggered back up to their feet, mere feet apart, blond and black strands of hair littering the bright green grass, Winter's tight white shirt ripped and torn, exposing her large nearly uncovered chest. Tisdale wasn't faring much better, her red jacket tossed to the grass ages ago, her small thin grey tank top covered with retaliatory holes all from the aggressive young starlet. As Tisdale limped forward, her fists raised and ready to strike, Winter exploded with an unexpected burst of her energy, ramming her body straight into Tisdale's, their small frames clashing as Winter's globes helped her push Ashley back, sending the blonde stumbling back into a park bench. Ashley sat there, sucking in air as her arms hung by her side, her body sitting comfortably on the wood bench as Tisdale's head stared into the sky, dazed and exhausted. The blonde tilted her head back down only to see the busty brunette's jump, the buxom bombshell landing straight into Tisdale's lap with a THUD, Winter's legs sliding under the bench's back. Tisdale gasped, the air knocked out of her as she lurched forward involuntarily, her face colliding inbetween Winter's chest as the brunette leaned forward, her arms reaching behind the bench backing as she pulled herself forward, smothering the similarly sized blonde between her ivory twins. Searching for air, Tisdale only found sweat and skin, the brunette pulling herself forward as far as she could, the blonde's arms slapping against the brunettes in a panic, her hands finding Winter's hair, tugging, yanking and desperately ripping with every bit of energy she had left to no avail.

Tisdale's arms slid down Winter's back, the brunette getting up slowly, hobbling off her sweaty blonde adversary as she pulled a cellphone out of her pocket, taking a series of pictures of the passed out blonde. The phone rang and Winter answered, "Yes. Yes it's done, I did it. I won. Now we're even, all the favors you did for me on set are payed back... Yes that was the deal. Good. Fine. I'll take her top." Winter pulled the grey tank top off of the blonde, taking a series of photos with her phone before quickly hitting SEND. She walked away only to come back with the red jacket, covering the KO'd blonde's nude front with it. "Sorry... You were a bitch to fight, I'll give you that. But this is Hollywood. Favors are favors and family is family. Give up on Sarah. for your own sake. It's not worth it." Winter groaned, thinking she was largely talking to herself, but hoping that somehow the lightly moving blonde would remember her words.

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Thank you kindly, Mr. Drake.  I agree that Katie deserves to be seen around here more often.  Incidentally, she was in the very first post I made creating this very 'Finish Her' thread! 

And excellent work from you.  Tis, Ariel and Hyland are all on my list of favorites, so this was a particular treat for me. 

[NicoleS]

Jennifer Lawrence VS Michelle Trachtenberg



With both ladies slowly nearing exhaustion, the two statuesque beauties pant and wince as they struggle against one another in a test of strength, their arms trembling as their feet dig into the soft canvas of the mat for support, their bodies glistening from sweat as their foreheads press tight together. They are evenly matched: true adversaries, both equally as stubborn as the other as neither girl refuse to bend a knee to the other. Having both agreed to an ‘I Quit’ match against each other, tonight was a nightmarish scenario for both of their unnaturally-high egos, with each rather being left a naked, unconscious mess in the middle of the ring than ever submitting in such an spineless fashion.

Looking to end the five minute long stalemate, Trachtenberg sacrifices her traction for a well-timed knee to Lawrence’s stomach. The blonde instinctively buckles, throwing off her centre of balance which Michelle takes full advantage of as she muscles Jen to the ground.

Jen tugs at Michelle’s hair as she fights back, but that only serves to infuriate the brunette more than anything else. Trachtenberg wants to waste not a second more than needed in finishing off her groggy adversary. Dipping to her knees, Michelle rolls the still-dazed Lawrence over onto her back. She then devilishly wraps her slender legs around Jennifer’s head to secure a figure four headscissors, her ballet-trained thighs tightening around Lawrence’s head like steel coils.

Jen sputters for breath, desperately trying to pry apart Michelle’s vicious thighs but to little avail. The blonde thrashes and squirms, her hands slapping at the merciless legs of her opponent as they squeeze her skull like an anaconda - her face is continuing to purple, mascara running as her eyelids begin to narrow. The audience is at the edge of their seats as they watch the Oscar-winning actress struggle valiantly - the stadium’s lighting reflects each minuscule shadow of her muscles noticeable as the blonde flexes her arms.

The referee kneels down next to Lawrence, asking if she’s ready to submit. Jen refuses three times before finally, at the fourth such query, she is ready to concede - she taps her hands rapidly against her tormentor’s strong thighs, eyes shut in strain as she struggles against the threat of unconsciousness. But before the official can call for the match to end, Trachtenberg squeezes even tighter yet as she hisses out to the ref standing behind her.

“She has to SAY it!”  the brunette yells defiantly. Fear appears in Jen’s eyes as she finally realises the predicament she’s got herself in - Trachtenberg will not release her until she hears a verbal submission!

“F-Fine…!” Jen croaks out, barely able to speak as the brunette’s porcelain-white thighs tighten around her skull, “Okay, fine! I qui-q-qu-” But Michelle flashes a devious smirk across her face as she clamps down tighter, her legs wrapped around Lawrence’s head so compactly that the brunette can not even sputter out the rest of her submission!  The words are stuck on the edge of her tongue as she fights to set them free.

But Trachtenberg refuses to show any mercy as her thighs squeeze Jen’s head with an intense amount of pressure, the latter continuing to thrash about as she fights to voice her submission. Michelle looks up at the audience, their loud disapproval filling her ears, revealing just how much more popular Jen is then herself. As if to silence them, Michelle gives another squeeze of her gams as Lawrence begins to bang her feet against the mat in response. Within seconds, the blonde’s world is soon swallowed by darkness as her arms at last fall limp to their sides of Trachtenberg’s legs.

Trachtenberg releases her legs as she smiles weakly - with exhaustion hampering her ability to stand up, she instead lets herself fall onto her back as her chest heaves for breath. She raises her arm in the air, hand coiled into a fist as she basks in the glares of the spectators around her. Everyone had wanted America’s angel to walk out of the ring as the victor, but in the end, the rumours were true - the devil is real and she wears a yellow dress.

Max VS Penny: Shower Showdown II



Penny grunted as Max pushed her up against the shower wall, her huge, slippery breasts covering Penny’s smaller pair in an epic display of dominance. Despite her best efforts, the west coast blonde could not budge the New Yorker an inch as Max took to work slamming her bigger jugs against Penny’s faltering breasts repeatedly.

Penny tried to counter each blow, but not many girls could compete against Max when it came to her near-prodigious rack - herself included! To complete her assault, Max leaned up on her tip-toes and let her giant breasts rest on Penny’s own tits, forcing the latter’s knees to buckle as the blonde groaned from the excess weight.

“Give up now and I’ll only make you kiss one of ‘em!” Max purred, pressing forward to increase the pressure on Penny’s breasts as the blonde continued to shake, feeling her precious globes beginning to cave, “Keep me waiting and I’ll engulf your breasts while I make you worship each of mine.” Max's pale, heavy bosom pressed deeper into Penny's, further fueling the blonde's own insecurities.

Penny struggled not to give Max the pleasure of seeing her eyes glance down to the former's huge bust atop her own. Instead, she stared up at the ceiling tiles, trying to channel any hidden reservoirs of strength as she tried to push herself from the frigid tiles that composed the entirety of the shower.

“Hnnnngggg! When hell… freezes over!” Penny screamed defiantly, breathing heavily as she stared her tormentor in the eyes without hesitation. Immediately, Max pressed forward, her massive DDs completely eclipsing Penny’s smaller C cups as the Californian wailed in agony. She slapped Max’s shoulders as she pleaded for mercy.

But Max was only getting started. Backing up, she then continued to slam her world-class bosom against the blonde’s defenseless, and easily outmatched rack. “That won’t be happening anytime soon… but I’ve got time to kill,” Max whispered into the sobbing waitress’s ear as she again pressed her soaking-wet breasts up against Penny’s once more, “I hope you’ll put up more of a fight this round. Ready?”