[Rameshram]

Battle of the Teen Starlets:
Isabela Moner (18 yrs old) vs. Kiernan Shipka (19 yrs old)

Isabela, the Peruvian star of the live action Dora the Exlorer movie, was on her knees in front of Kiernan, the Mad Men starlet. The blonde had a handful of her rival’s hair. Isabela was swaying uneasily after suffering a terrific beating so far. Kiernan pulled back her arm before punching Isabela in the jaw, then the right eye, then the nose. The rapid fire blows watered Isabela’s eyes and she groaned in pain.

The match between the two long-time enemies had been pretty even at first. Isabela had used her greater speed and athleticism to hit a series of high flying moves: dropkicks, moonsaults and rope-assisted spears that had rendered Kiernan dizzy.

But the blonde slowed things down with frequent ropes breaks and escapes to the outside of the ring, interrupting Isabela's momentum....and eventually she had gradually asserted control using her mastery of submission holds. A long-held hammerlock had brought Isabela to a whimpering stop as Kiernan marched her into one of the ring’s corners. Kiernan tightened the joint lock, jamming up Isabela’s arm as far as it could possible go, while simultaneously wringing out the brunette’s trapped wrist. The pain was so blinding that it prevented Isabela from even thinking about a counter.

Kiernan finally let her go but only to turn her around in the corner and start hitting the brunette’s core with shoulder block after shoulder block. The vicious shots to Isabela’s tummy quickly weakened her, blasting all the oxygen out of her lungs. After a few shots, Isabela started folding over Kiernan after every gut shot. Her eyes winced in pain after very explosive strike. Isabella started mumbling to herself. She may have been giving up but she couldn’t muster enough breath to be heard and a smiling Kiernan seemed to realize this as she did not let up on the shoulder blocks for several more minutes.

Finally, Kiernan draped Isabela’s arms over the top ropes and started dancing around the brunette, while firing jabs and uppercuts into the brunette’s face, smiling as she treated Isabela like a speed bag.

Finally the brunette dropped to her knees in front of the blonde completely exhausted. The blonde tagged her again a few times, which is where we came in.

Then Kiernan dropped to her knees in front of Isabela. She wrapped one arm around Isabela’s hip and lower back, pulling the brunette in closely. Kiernan then started firing punch after punch - slow, steady and heavy – into Isabela’s stomach. Kiernan was able to study the pain in Isabela’s face every time she took another gut shot. She delighted in seeing the effect of her blows on her rival.

“Do you want to give up Izzy? You must want to give up,” taunted Kiernan.

Isabela desperately did want to give up but all the blows to her stomach left her unable to speak, she could only grunt and squeak. Her pleading eyes though showed what distress she was in.

“Oh I think you do! Ask her ref. I think she wants to give,” Kiernan ordered the ref.

“Isabela do you give up?” asked the ref.

Isabela nodded her head quick, signaling her surrender.

A triumphant Kiernan fired a few more punches into Isabela’s stomach, the hardest blows yet, as the bell rung.

Finally Kieran relented and Isabela pooled onto the mat, clutching at her tummy and quietly sobbing.

“Found your weak spot, huh honey?” laughed Kiernan, as the ref lifted her arm in victory. Plzzz add more in between with hot belly punches n boobs punchs plz add, kieran is getting let beaten up plz add more

   

[Savant]

Hey, glad you enjoyed the story!

I don’t have any plans to edit it but sounds like your imagination is already filling in the blanks 

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This one's for Viking.  

Katharine McPhee vs Lana Del Rey

Irksomely, the photo of Katharine McPhee I used for this stayed up for about a day, and then disappeared.  Since the window to edit the piece has already closed, I'll have to share the picture here.

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DANIELLE FISHEL vs NATURI NAUGHTON



It had been a brutal and hard-fought brawl between the two petite powerhouses, and both were struggling with their last iotas of power to overcome the other.  In this dual bearhug, each had managed to slip her right arm under the left of the other, while their opposite arms wrapped around the outside, their hands clasped together behind the back of the opposite girl.  As they squeezed with all of their dwindling might, Danielle and Naturi gasped, moaned and whimpered in anguish, their voluptuous bodies, glistening with sweat, trembled from the exertion.

Suddenly there was a long whine of fearful resignation as the question of which beauty was mightier was at long last answered, and Fishel’s arms fell free as her body began to go limp.  Gritting her teeth, Naughton squeezed ever harder, pouring everything she had into crushing the last vestiges of fight from her rival.  "Sweetcheeks," the brunette hisses at her victim, "your ass is mine!"

Finally with a moan, Dani’s head fell backward and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.  With some effort, Naturi managed to open her arms, and her opponent fell with a thud to the floor.  The victorious battler stood over her swaying, her numbed arms hanging limply at her sides, and it looked as if she were about to collapse from exhaustion.  But instead she rallied herself, lifted her left foot, and pressed it down upon the heaving bosom of her fallen adversary, striking a victory pose and claiming her triumph.



FLASHBACK 2001:  KRISTIN KREUK vs SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR



The brunette let out a howl of anguish, then gritted her teeth and tried to block out the pain to her right knee.  The blonde also gritted her teeth as she poured the pressure on her Figure Four Leglock.  Finally she hisses, “Ask her!”  The referee dutifully asks the victim, “How about it Kristin, ready to submit?”

“FUCK NO!” Kreuk snarled.  “AND FUCK HER, TOO!”

That was all the invitation that Sarah needed to put even more effort into her hold.  As far as she was concerned, this Submission Only Match had gone on far too long, with Kreuk proving to be a much more dangerous opponent than Gellar had expected.  But whatever respect she may have for the brunette’s skills was far outstripped by the blonde’s disgust at her adversary’s gleeful willingness to cheat.  No doubt about it, Sarah was going to enjoy making this bitch tap.

But instead of giving up, Kristin suddenly pushed up onto her elbows, and with a tremendous effort began to pull herself backward, dragging both her and Gellar across the canvas for the distance the brunette needed to finally stretch out with her arm and grasp the bottom rope.  The ref instantly orders Sarah to release her hold.  Begrudgingly, the blonde complies, unwinding her legs from those of her victim.

Rolling over onto her belly, Gellar places her palms to the mat and starts to push herself up to her knees, taking a few moments first to catch her second wind after the exertion of the Figure Four.  But what she hadn’t counted on was her opponent, despite the throbbing ache in her right leg, grasping the ropes to haul herself up to her feet, and then hurling herself at her unsuspecting adversary.  Gellar gasped in surprise as Kreuk slammed a Double Axe Handle blow between her shoulder blades, flattening Sarah to the canvas.

Moving with a speed that belied her ache and exhaustion, Kristin now applied her own finisher, the Ankle Lock.  A shriek of anguish ripped from Gellar’s lips as she thrashed on the mat, desperate to somehow pull free.  That effort failing, she reached her hand out for the ropes, but they were too far away.

The pain virtually paralyzing her, Gellar’s hands tugged at her own long blonde hair, trying to counter and block out the agony inflicted upon her ankle.  Now the referee put the question to her:  Does she want to give up?

“NO!” she howls.  “NOT TO HER!”

But while the spirit may be willing, the flesh…and bone…is not quite as strong.  After a few more racing heartbeats of this torture, Gellar is almost surprised to find the words “I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!” being spat by her own tongue.

Smiling cruelly, Kreuk kept the devastating hold locked on for several more moments, merely to further torture her rival, and then with a mocking laugh she freed the blonde and let the official raise her arm in victory as Gellar curled into a ball on the canvas, tears in her eyes as she clutched her aching ankle.  The triumphant brunette gleefully laughed at her devastated rival.



DOVE CAMERON vs CARMEN BICONDOVA



All Carmen could do was silently curse herself for having fallen into this trap.  Having beaten Cameron in their two previous matches, the brunette was confident she could make it a hat trick.  So confident, in fact, that she didn’t hesitate to agree to the blonde’s suggestion that it be an oil wrestling match.

True, Bicondova had never fought in oil before, but she figured other than making things a bit more slippery, it would be no different than a normal match.  She swiftly learned otherwise.

To the brunette’s dismay, she found it impossible to keep her balance in the baby oil that coated the plastic of the pit they were in, and which soon covered virtually every square inch of their bodies as well.  And she likewise found it a challenge just to keep hold of Dove.

Worse still, it quickly became obvious that Cameron was very experienced at oil wrestling.  She slid around on her knees like an Olympic skater on ice, and rapidly weakened her opponent with repeated knife thrust blows to the body, palm strikes to the face and, by grabbing the fabric of Carmen’s g-string bottoms, clawholds to the brunette’s groin, drawing shrieks of anguish from the embattled beauty.

Try as she might, Bicondova couldn’t put up an effective defense, much less launch her own attack.  All too soon, she was reduced to a quivering mess, and it was then that Dove grabbed her hair and shoved it into a puddle of oil on the mat, smothering her and driving the frantic Carmen to tap out her surrender.

[Savant]

Vanessa Hudgens vs Michelle Williams: Endgame

Vanessa licked her lips as she tightened the ligature around Michelle's slender neck and cut off the oxygen to the already dizzy blondes brain. Michelle was lying face down on the bed in Vanessa's apartment, completely stripped, except for a pair of lacy pink panties. A similarly scantily clad Vanessa, in black lingerie, was seated on Michelle's ass, leaning over so she could fully appreciate the delicious choking sounds Michelle made as Vanessa throttled her.

Both girl were drenched in sweat after a long and grueling 14-round boxing bout that Vanessa had narrowly won, the 13th fight in their epic rivalry.

Immediately after the fight though Vanessa had been rejuvenated by an adrenaline surge, flush with victory. Conversely the always tough Michelle was drained and defeated, all the fight beaten out of her.

Vanessa had smothered Michelle relentlessly with her ass and tits for about an hour, bringing her to the verge of passing out over and over. Finally she had wrung out a hard fought concession from the blonde: she promised to never again for a boxing championship or take on another Top 10 fighter, relegating her to meaningless lower card bouts for the rest of her career and finally, FINALLY, getting her out of the way so Vanessa could dominate the lightweight division like she was always destined to do.

Normally that would have ended things but Vanessa was too excited to have at long last conquered Michelle. She dragged the beaten blonde back to her apartment and had been beating her up for hours.

At last things had reached a climax.

Michelle's mouth was open, gasping for breath that she couldn't take in, as Vanessa wrapped the ligature around her hands one more time, further increasing the unbearable pressure around Michelle's throat. Williams pounded her fists against the mattress in a futile protest. She bucked her hips, trying to throw Vanessa off but the brunette was snug, her hips firmly on Michelle's ass, her thighs wrapped around the blonde's ribs.

"You'e mine! You hear me Michelle? Huh? You hear me girl?"

Michelle's eyes closed, as she felt darkness washing over her before a frantic jot of adrenaline animated her again, once more to wiggle herself free, once again failing.

Vanessa just laughed . She had waited so long for this moment.

She leaned over and placed her lips next to Michelle's right ear, whispering insults...

"I own you loser. I own you. You are mine. You are never getting free. Beg me. Beg me for your life."

But Michelle could not even breathe, much less beg.

Vanessa was snug enough against her that she could hear every last rasp and gurgle as the life was squeezed out of her long time enemy. It was positively orgasmic and Hudgens worries she might pass out herself, in pleasure.

A long line of drool dribbled out of her Michelle's mouth, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head, as Vanessa kept up the ruthless choke.

"Oh my God, so disgusting! Have a little dignity Michelle," Vanessa scolded her.

Finally the brunette rolled over Michelle so the blonde was on her back. Vanessa laid herself on top of Williams, face to face, nose to nose. She wanted to see every last second of Michelle's decisive defeat.

"Come on bitch. You just have to beg. Dont let your pride fuck you over. Just give up."

Michelle made some gurgling sounds but Vanessa was fully aware that her rival could no longer talk, she could only choke. Vanessa laughed and laughed. She thought of all the times they had fought. The many times Michelle had defeated her and had breast smothered her into oblivion. But the shoe was on the other foot now.

Vanessa added insult to injury, by bouncing Michelle's head up and down against the mattress, further disorienting the blonde.

Finally Michelle's eyes rolled up in her head for the final time, more drool dribbled out of her mouth. Her arms and legs went limp, her hands which had been trying to push Vanessa away, loosened, and her fingers opening up,  pleading.

Was she dead? Permanently brain damaged? Vanessa wasn't sure. Finally she detected some ragged, labored breathing from Michelle.

"Party time's not over blondie, " said Vanessa, menacingly. "You stay right where you are."

Vanessa came back a few minutes later, with an ungodly large strap-on attached.

She proceeded to drive it into the deeply unconscious Michelle from behind, tentatively at first, then more and more violently, bucking her hips back and forth as she rammed the dildo deep into Michelle.

The only signs of life from Williams were little puffs of air involuntarily forced from her diaphragm with every new thrust from Vanessa. The brunette grabbed Michelle with a tight grip of her short blonde hair as she continued to fuck her.

"Mmmm, yeah....take that, bitch....you like that blondie....unghhh....take it again....and again..." Vanessa was in ecstasy as she had her way with her arch enemy, thoroughly humiliating Michelle.

Finally, after pulverizing her for  15 long minutes, Vanessa collapsed onto the bed herself, panting and drenched in perspiration. She immediately pleasured herself, achieving the most incredible orgasm in her life.

"Yes! YES! YES!" she cried out in triumph.

Finally, she lazily rolled back on top of Michelle. grabbing the knocked out blonde from behind, squeezing her cheeks. "Oh honey, you're not even going to be able to walk for weeks! Vanessa crowed, laughing.

Whether or not the blonde was going to walk...or talk....or even know who she was anymore...remained to be seen but one thing was sure: Vanessa Hudgens had well and truly conquered Michelle Williams for good.

[randomman]

Ming-Na Wen vs. Jessica Henwick




The hot studio lights beat down on the pair, drenched in sweat, hair matted, and tossed from the effort of the contest.  But Ming-Na Wen had a smile on her face, while her much younger foe’s face twisted in the effort.

“You have a lot going for you,” Ming-Na whispered into Jessica’s ear, “The only real difference between us is I just happen to have more experience than you do.”

Jessica grunted with effort as she tried to get up again, but Ming-Na roared and held her down once again, forcing her onto the Kumite platform's canvas. Clad in only sports bras and biker shorts, but sweat was coated their bodies regardless.

“And maybe just a bit stronger,” Ming-Na admitted.
 
Jessica Henwick collapsed, gasping for air, “So?  Go ahead.  Finish me.”

“Are you giving up?”

Jessica’s body writhed in answer, but remain trapped.  She elaborated. “Never gonna give up,” Jessica hissed, “So either finish me or give up yourself, and I’ll show you how strong I am.”

Ming-Na held on to Jessica for a few moments more before releasing the hold.  Jessica managed to get to her feet almost too quickly, her body wobbled with the effort of it as her head reoriented itself.  By the time she did, Ming-Na was waiting for her, her arms at her side, and a smirk on her face.

Jessica charged forward an arm pulled back for a massive punch, but Ming-Na sidestepped the blow with practiced swiftness.  Jessica was undeterred, she snapped out a kick, but Ming-Na slid to the side once more, and towards Jessica.   Like a viper, she lashed out, spin around Jessica, and wrapped her arms around Jessica’s throat.  Jessica’s eyes went wide with panic as she was pulled off her feet by Min-Na’s strength, and flipped over the older woman. Jessica managed to roll with the toss and keep her feet.  When Jessica rushed Ming-Na and went for a punch, Ming-Na ducked and grabbed Jessica's offending arm.  Ming-Na flipped the younger woman over her back and letting Jessica slam onto the canvas.  Slightly winded, Jessica lay there for a moment, catching her breath.

“Are you going to stand and fight?” Ming-Na loomed over her foe, who slapped the mat in frustration before spinning up.  Her fury was so great, Ming-Na found her chin clipped by an uppercut as her enemy rose.

Smelling blood, Jessica lashed out with a kick that struck Ming-Na in the mid-section before moving in for an elbow strike, but Ming-Na hooked her arm through Jessica’s and flipped her over again, this time slamming Jessica’s neck and shoulders on the canvas.  Jessica’s body held for a second before she slid to her left in a daze. 

“Are you giving up, Jessica?”

Jessica was slow to rise, “I told you.  Either finish me or give up yourself.”

Ming-Na smiled, “I like the fire you have.  Keep it burning.”

Jessica wobbled before she closed the distance between herself and the older woman, but her strike was countered. Ming-Na dove low, grabbed Jessica by the hips and one final time flipped the younger woman over her back.  Jessica’s landed shoulder first on the canvas, the wind crushed out of her by the impact.  Her vision was blurry, but she recognized Ming-Na’s form simply lean back and over her before the older martial artist sat on her chest with a thump which drove more air from her screaming lungs.  Jessica's breasts painfully crushed against her rib cage, her hear rolled as she moaned in pain. As Jessica moaned, Ming-Na pinned Jessica’s arms under her knees as she grabbed Jessica’s tossed hair, lifting up the younger woman's head to face her. 

Ming-Na smiled, “But tonight, get some sleep.”

Jessica let out a grunt before Ming-Na drove her thumb into Jessica’s carotid artery. Jessica’s legs kicked and spasmed, her arms flailed, but her eyes rolled up as her consciousness fled her body.  In a few moments, limp spasms were all that remained of Jessica’s motor function, which ended swiftly.

Ming-Na looked down at her work and smiled.  She slowly got off her perch and stretched, wincing slightly, “Definitely made me earn it."  Ming-Na placed her foot on the unconscious Jessica to record the victory properly, pressing down on her sternum.  "Good work, kid.  You’re goin’ places.”


“Always the sentimentalist,” Ming-Na turned at the smooth voice of Charlize Theron, as sweaty and breathing heavily as Ming-Na was, carrying the unconscious body of Anya Taylor-Joy over her shoulders.  The younger face was flush, as were her arms and shoulders, while Charlize had evidence of a stomach claw becoming more visible over time.

“You know I like to teach the up and comers,” Ming-Na stepped over to Charlize, “Rather than just beating them to a pulp.”

“I didn’t break the nose this time,” Charlize said, as the blonde took her prize onto the Kumite platform to meet Ming-Na.  As she approached, she gently let her red-faced bagged on the canvas next to Jessica, “I’d say I taught her more than just the usual lesson.”

“Really?” Ming-Na looked up to Charlize, “Then show me what you taught her.”

Charlize’s grin was positively feral, “Why else display my prey to a fellow hunter.  Besides,” Charlize raised her fists, "I prefer to sharpen my claws on diamonds."

Ming-Na smiled in appreciation as she raised her fists to answer the blonde.
First time posting a story, so feel free to comment on it.  I have a few more obscure ideas floating around if you like...

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FLASHBACK 1960:  Sandra Dee vs Annette Funicello



There was an air electric with anticipation as the eminent spectators took their seats in along the walls of the spacious Bel Air mansion’s living room.  They were among some of the most powerful men both in the entertainment industry as well as the business world in Southern California, and their elite sport of choice was catfighting featuring some of the most beautiful women in Hollywood.

What made this evening even more special was that it would feature the fighting debuts of two 18 year olds, each anxious to prove her superiority and to establish a winning combat reputation at the expense of the other.

There had been some question as to whether Sandra and Annette…widely known as two of the sweetest ingenues in moviedom…had the appropriate instincts for catfighting.  But both girls assured the sponsors that they were more than willing to fight as hard as they had to in order to win.

Any such doubt as to their abilities to fight were swiftly dashed as they savagely launched themselves at one another in the opening moments.  Like wildcats, the teens tore the party dresses they wore to tatters, leaving them clad only in their black lace bras and panties.  The pair rolled back and forth across the carpet, hissing and snarling, their legs entwined as hands ripped at raven black and honey golden hair.  It became rapidly apparent to the spectators that these two fledgling fighters had developed an instant dislike for one another, and were doing whatever they could to punish each other.  “Italian tramp!” Sandra snarled…”German hussy!” Annette hissed in response.

But for all of their barbarity, there was method to their madness.  Much more than simply pawing and clawing at one another, Dee and Funicello quickly demonstrated that they were each highly skilled at fighting, and adept at both administering and escaping punishing holds.  At one point in the match, Annette displayed astounding strength by lifting Sandra up, draping her across her shoulders, and then subjecting the yowling blonde to an airplane spin before dumping her to the floor.  Amazingly, Sandra withstood that, and mere minutes later she drew a collective gasp from the onlookers by executing an Antonio Rocca-like dropkick, her feet slamming into her opponent’s chest and sending Funicello sailing backward through the air until she landed with a pained grunt on the carpet.

By this point in the match however, the time for such high-energy moves was long past, as the two panting combatants, rolling back and forth across the floor, struggled as exhaustion sapped their dwindling strength.  Those in attendance sensed that the match would be coming to a close soon; however, Annette and Sandra had been battling to a veritable draw, so there was no way of predicting who would win.  Perhaps they might even stalemate one another to a double elimination.

Suddenly, as if they each shared some psychic communication, the two brawlers simultaneously made the same move:  both the blonde and the brunette used their hands to cover the mouth and pinch closed the nose of her rival, each desperate to smother the other into defeat.  Their muffled gasps for precious breath filled the air as their faces darkened and their eyes grew glassy.  Their movements slowed until, beyond some spasmodic muscular twitches, they remained perfectly still as they faced one another on their sides.

Eyelids fluttered shut, and it appeared that they indeed had fought to a draw, with both slipping into unconsciousness.

But then suddenly Annette gave a deep sigh, and her hands fell free of her opponent’s face.  After a long moment, Sandra’s eyes snapped wide open and she took a deep breath, as if she had just been shocked awake from slumber.  She continued to smother Annette for a few more moments, then released her hold, and the brunette rolled limply onto her back.

Determined to secure her victory, Dee with tremendous effort dragged herself across Funicello’s torso, draping her body over the beaten girl’s and collapsing atop her.  Despite her utter exhaustion, a smile came to Sandra’s face and she began to give a raspy giggle as many of the spectators happily chanted in unison…”One…two…three!”  She had her victory…the first of many, she vowed.

As for Annette, she was gently carried to a guest room and laid upon a bed.  When she finally awoke from her stupor some fifteen minutes later, her first words, spoken in a husky whisper were, “I want a rematch!”

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Kaley Cuoco vs Anna Kournikova



It was a bombshell when, after a retirement of nearly a decade, Anna Kournikova announced she was coming back to celebrity catfighting.  Almost as shocking was her challenge for her first opponent; rather than rebuild her career slowly with a lesser adversary, the Russian beauty demanded a match with one of the very best fighters in the sport, Kaley Cuoco.  The American was more than willing to accept the challenge, as she was anxious to prove her supremacy over the legend.

The third shock came in the match itself.  Anna stepped out onto the carpet looking as if a day hadn't passed since her peak ten years ago.  Kaley also looked magnificent, and she was downright smug in her expectation of victory.  But her gorgeous face was quickly twisted into a mask of surprise and pain as she proceeded to have her ass handed to her by the Russian!

Cuoco went immediately on the attack, striking with her usual brilliance.  However, Kournikova parried and countered with even greater brilliance, swiftly putting the American on the defensive.  The perpetual smirk on Anna's face drove Kaley into a fury, as did her opponent's refusal to speak English, but rather to taunt her adversary in her own native tongue:  "Vy luchsheye, chto yest' u Ameriki, no Rossiya vsegda luchshe. Mne ochen' ponravitsya unichtozhit' tebya, suka!" Cuoco may not have known exactly what was said to her, but the tone was unmistakably sneering.

Cuoco shrieked as a hip toss flipped her over and send her landing hard on her butt, which drew a few chuckles from the elite spectators.  Furious, frustrated and embarrassed, the blonde rolled over into a crouch and, with a snarl, lunged at her opponent.  Anna coolly held her ground until the last instant, when she suddenly dropped to the floor, her sweeping feet tripping Kaley's and sending the American crashing face-first to the plush carpet, her 34c's taking the brunt of the impact and leaving her winded.  That slowed the American down just enough for the Russian to pounce on her back, grab her golden mane, and start to slam Cuoco's face repeatedly into the floor, further stunning her.

Now Kournikova grabbed her opponent's bikini briefs and peeled them down her long legs; she then pulled the purloined garment over her opponent's head, the triangular fabric covering her face and blindfolding the American.  Anna then pulled the dazed Kaley up to her feet and scoffed as the blinded beauty stumbled around, still too stunned to realize why she can't see.  The Russian then snared Cuoco in a side headlock and suddenly dashed forward, pulling her rival along with her.  They only came to a stop when Anna drove the top of Kaley's head into the wall like a battering ram, denting the plaster and sending the battered blonde crashing back to the floor.  Cuoco sat on the carpet moaning, her legs spread wide before her, her upper body swaying.

Pulling the briefs off of her opponent's head and tossing them aside, Kournikova crouched down in front of the blasted blonde, cupped Kaley's chin with one hard, and then hissed, "Dasvidaniya, bitch."  She then put her palm to Cuoco's face and roughly shoved her onto her back, rolled her over onto her belly, and then sat on her back.  Grabbing the American's ankles, Anna pulled Kaley's legs back, drawing screams of anguish from her victim, followed swiftly enough by tearful howls of "STOP!  NO MORE!  i GIVE UP!"

Anna then stood up, placed a foot on her beaten and sobbing adversary's bare behind, and struck a victory pose as she basked in the cheers of the onlookers.

[GrayHairedWarriors]

Sandra Dee vs Annette Funicello

I've had a crush on Annette since I was 12....GIVE HER A REMATCH!

[AaronL]

Hunter King vs Caylee Cowan



Hunter had gotten a picture in her DMs that she couldn't believe. There was her younger sister, Joey, completely unconscious with a big titted blonde smothering her. At first Hunter thought it looked like Kiernan Shipka had gotten implants. Instead, it was a 22 year old named Caylee Cowan, challenging her to a private match that could only end when one girl was smothered unconscious. She accepted without hesitation, hoping that her age and slight weigh advantage would help her take care of the the nobody actress. Starting out naked, Hunter decided to attack the younger blonde's bigger melons. She was successful in getting a grip on the soft tits, working them over for a few seconds before Caylee returned the favor to her own C cups. The battle went back and forth for what felt like an eternity, with both fit young actresses gaining the advantage several times.

The final minutes saw one of them steadily outmaneuvering her opponent, with a variety of holds and smothers being applied. At one point a face sit was secured, only to have the now clearly losing woman gain her freedom by licking her opponent to excitement, the winning fighter wisely moving to regain her composure before continuing her onslaught. Then, it finally happened. One blonde found herself too tired to keep fighting, and then found her legs trapped underneath her body as the aggressor secured a perfectly sealed tit smother. Seeing the last glimmer of consciousness creeping out of the eyes of the loser, the woman on top simply whispered, "Queens always beat Kings."

With that, another smother selfie was snapped and sent to the DMs of another busty actress as Caylee Cowan continued her campaign to get noticed in Hollywood, one defeated busty actress at a time.

[snw]

When I looked up Caylee Cowan to find out more about her the name Sabrina Lynn came up. My word what a smokin hot redhead. At 5’10” and a awesome bod too. Surely she has to be in one of these stories soon. Oh and by the way Caylee smokin hot too and love this story as well. Awesome

[Vitezislav]

Loved Caylee vs the King sisters, she is a real banger and looks like a very strong fighter. I can also see her taking out the Alyn Lind sisters.

[JT Edson]

Sandra Dee vs Annette Funicello

I've had a crush on Annette since I was 12....GIVE HER A REMATCH!

I agree. Annette is smoking. I would love to see her in a couple more match ups as well.

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Flashback 1960:  Deborah Walley vs Annette Funicello



Following her narrow recent loss to Sandra Dee, Annette sought to get her catfighting career back on track by accepting an offer to wrestle Deborah, who would be making her fighting debut.  Both had gained fame in Hollywood for playing the squeaky clean girl next door, so it was anticipated that this would be a fair and above-board contest.

But what no one knew was that Deborah was a better actress than she was given credit for.  She so embodied the character of "Gidget" which she played on the silver screen, all assumed that was her true nature.

Everyone...and in particular Annette...swiftly learned otherwise.

The blonde went on the attack from the very start, leaving the busty brunette reeling from the assault...which included hairpulling, a rake of the eyes with her nails, and even a bit of biting for bad measure.  Now, Walley had Funicello staggering backward as the blonde switched to pugilism, throwing bareknuckled fists to Annette's body and face; Funicello gasped in pain as punches sunk into her belly, and her head snapped violently to the side with every punch that cracked across her jaw.

Finally, Deborah was ready to put an end to the match.  She wrapped her hands tight around her opponent's throat and, tightening her grip, choked Annette!  The brunette's eyes grew wide with fear as she gasped and gurgled for breath, and her body slowly sank to her knees.  Walley's angelic face was now twisted into a mask of cruel rage, her eyes blazing with fury.  Another few moments, she assured herself, and victory would be hers.

Her vision growing hazy, Funicello also knew that defeat was looming.  She decided that she had no choice but to discard the notions of fair play she had cherished, if she wanted to have any hope of winning.  With a blur of motion, her right arm swung up, and she slammed her fist with all of her might up into her tormentor's womanhood.  Deborah let out a high-pitched screech as she released her chokehold and staggered backward, hands cupping her throbbing groin as she bit her lower lip and fought back tears.

Adrenalin now coursing through her veins, the brunette stood up and advanced on her stunned adversary.  She then threw a backhanded blow to Deborah's cheek that cracked through the air of the mansion's vast ballroom, which was their battlefield.  Further slaps quickly turned the blonde's alabaster skin a blistered red, and left her teary eyes glassy and unfocused.

Seething with rage, Annette then lifted Deborah up over her shoulders and began to whirl around and around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an Airplane Spin!  Walley wailed in panic as her senses reeled, until finally Funicello released her, and the blonde crashed to the floor with a bone-jarring thud.

Any other time, Annette would have asked her opponent if she was ready to give up.  But not now, and not this opponent.  She intended to make the blonde scream for mercy.  To achieve that, Funicello grabbed her adversary's ankles, lifted her legs, and spread them wide.  She then lifted her own right leg, letting her foot hover in the air for a few long heartbeats, as the spectators held their breath in startled anticipation.

And then, with a warrior's bellow, Annette slammed her foot into Deborah's already tender groin, grinding it down as the blonde howled in anguish.  "STOP!  STOP!  NO MORE!  i GIVE UP!!!" Walley cried out, tears streaking her mascara.  Annette let her beaten rival's legs drop to the floor.  But she was not quite done with her yet.

To fully claim her triumph, the brunette chose to strike a victory pose.  She carefully stood upon her mewling opponent's trembling body with both feet, carefully balancing herself, and then raised her arms as she beamed a self-satisfied smile, reducing the once-proud, if insidious, blonde to the role of doormat.  The spectators leaped to their feet and burst into lusty applause at the sight of this new and more ferocious Annette!

[GrayHairedWarriors]

A lot of people don't give Annette much respect as a fighter but I'm sure those tits of hers cowed more than one young starlet and made them think twice before tangling with her.