[celebs]

Hayley Atwell vs Emilia Clarke



In this moment I asked myself, “what is going through Emilia Clarke’s head right now?”

I had watched Emilia put up a valiant effort against Hayley Atwell for the past twenty minutes or so. The matchup was never a fair one. Hayley had 5 inches on her and probably somewhere around 30-40 lbs. Whatever had compelled Emilia to accept this match remained a mystery to me even as I watched her limp body collapse to the canvas.

Hayley had worked the smaller woman into a corner. After several haymaker shots to the gut the busty brunette had decided to stop playing with her food. She took a step back and watched as Emilia, stiff as a board, fell face-first into the mat. Then Emilia’s muscles just simply released. The shorter actress closed her eyes. She wasn’t knocked out yet, as we would very soon learn. But I saw her face clearly through the crowd. I saw her face.

And I wondered what was she thinking?

Did she feel regret for taking a fight against a much larger opponent? Did she feel pride that she had hung on for this long? Did she feel dread as she realized Hayley was going to finish her off in the way she finishes off all of her victims? Did she feel relief that the beating was about to be over?

I couldn’t tell.

Hayley did what she always did with a fallen foe. She took Emilia to the center of the ring, positioned her into a sitting position, and then planted her heaving cleavage on the woman’s face. Emilia resisted for a time. She gave muffled shrieks as she processed that her air supply had been cut off. Then she offered only twitches and occasional spasms before she finally went out for good.

Emilia’s unconsciousness head would be lifted from the canvas while Hayley stood next to her, celebrating with her index finger pointed in the air. The unconscious woman’s shoulders slumped forward as she dangled like a marionette in Hayley’s grasp.

On my way home from the fight I tried to guess what was going on through Emilia’s head in those precious few moments. Those moments between when her defeat was assured, but not finalized. I thought about it all night.

I wonder if Emilia thought about those moments that night too.

[Golden Goddess]

Stefania Ferrario vs. Ana Cheri



It had began like so many of these fights had began before. Two women in their prime, models of course, running into each other on the beach. Were they on vacation? Did they both have photo-shoots scheduled for that day? Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter. What did matter was that the two had started off on the wrong foot, each of them managing to get beneath the other woman's skin, and now? Now they were putting each other through hell and back.

Ana had began things, of course. The brunette had snapped first, losing her temper as she quickly slapped Stefania across the face. Stefania took the slap and was momentarily stunned as her head snapped to the side; not because it was particularly strong or anything, but more because the she was so surprised that Ana wanted to escalate things like this. But if that was how Ana wanted to do things...

It didn't take long for Stefania to shake off the slap and fire back at Ana, nailing her cleanly across her face with a stiff backhand. This earned her a shrill cry of pain from Ana's soft lips, as the brunette staggered backwards through the sand, obviously off of her balance and trying to regain her footing...which, of course, Stefania wasn't going to let her do. As Ana staggered back, Stefania rushed her, slamming her slightly bigger and thicker body into that of the brunette and taking her down into the sand. From there, it was all out war between the two women. Back and forth in the sand they struggled with each other, each of them trying to roll atop the other, each trying to gain the superior position over their new enemy. They struck at each other, fists flying and clawing slashing. Hair was grabbed and pulled on, as bikini tops were snatched, used as leverage to try and pick up an advantage.

Eventually though, it had come to what had to be a finale: Ana, facedown in the sand, as Stefania sat upon her lower back, a smug look on her face as she stared down at her fellow model. No way Ana was getting up with Stefania on her back, and Stefania wasn't going anywhere until Ana had learned a little lesson. As Ana lie there, groaning weakly and barely squirming beneath the heavier Stefania, the blonde bombshell reached down for her, sliding her hands around Ana's head and face, until she had the brunette's chin cupped tightly within her hands. From there, she leaned back, pulling Ana's upper body out of the sand, bending the woman into the classic camel clutch hold.

At once, Ana began to wail. She began to scream, sweat pouring down her bronzed skin as the blonde leaned further backwards, bending her body more and more into the hold. She tried to wiggle beneath Stefania, trying to throw off the woman's balance from atop her. She tried to claw at Stefania's arms. She tried to do everything she could to get the younger woman to release her, but Stefania wasn't having any of it.

"Tell me you're sorry! Tell me you're sorry and you give up and I'll let you go!"

"N...n-no! I w-won't!"

The blonde simply leaned back a little further, putting that much more pressure on Ana's back The beautiful brunette tried to withstand things, she tried to wait out the hold, but it was all too much for her, and eventually...

"Nng...F-FINE! I'M SORRY! I GIVE UP! J-JUST PLEASE LET ME GO!!"

Those words were all Stefania needed, really. She held onto her clutch for a couple seconds more, and then mercifully released Ana, letting her upper body drop back to the burning sands, the brunette once again facedown before her. With her smug smile still on her face, she slowly stood up from atop Ana. She gave her one last look, and shook her head at the brunette...

"Next time? Try not to pick a fight you can't win."

...and with those words, she turned away, starting to make an exit from the beach, leaving the beaten and bruised Ana behind.

[celebs]

Scarlett Johansson vs Katy Perry



A hug can signify many things. It can be an embrace between lovers. It can be a reminder that someone cares about you. It can be a passing thing socially required at parties or intimate get-togethers. It can bring joy, relief, annoyance, and when utilized correctly it can bring pain.

Katy Perry utilized her hug about as perfectly as could be.

If Scarlett Johansson had been told moments prior to her fight with Katy that it would come down to a battle between the chest she would have leapt at the opportunity. Only as she felt her world-famous breasts smushed against her sternum and attached ribcage did realize how foolish a wish that would have been.

For all of her experience in the titfighting realm, Scarlett knew what it was like to lose. Yes, she was one of the best in the world at the competition. In fact some may argue at one point in her career she had been the best. That did not, however, stop her from experiencing the occasional defeat at the hand of a better pair of breasts. Katy’s had proven on that day to be better.

Scarlett stopped feeling her own chest pressed against her sternum and had now become convinced she was feeling Katy’s. The actress looked down and realized she could no longer identify her breasts. She only saw Katy’s. Round and firm, they acted as torpedoes that would not stop advancing.

A raspy cry escaped Scarlett’s mouth. She paired this cry by flinging her head backwards and pushing at Katy’s shoulders. Her back arched. Her teeth clenched. Her muscles all the way from her wrists to her shoulders strained in an attempt to escape Katy’s hug. The attempt was, of course, useless.

The singer’s hold zapped Scarlett of all energy. Soon the blonde found her arms falling to her side as she slumped backwards in Katy’s arms. Her head fell forward as chin met shoulder. Katy walked forward. Scarlett’s limp body came with her. Katy walked until they reached the edge of the hotel room’s bed. She laid Scarlett down on the soft linens, being sure to come down with her. Their chests never separated. Katy inched them both up on the bed, maintaining her hold the entire way, until both of them were fully on the mattress.

Katy’s mouth broke into a smirk as she looked down at her broken opponent. Slowly, Katy’s chest began to slide up and down Scarlett’s. It was methodical and deliberate. Her nipples passed over the defeated woman’s own pair countless times. She did it until both of their areolas were raw, stiff, and red. Then she aligned the tip of her reddened, raw, and stiff nipples with the tips of Scarlett’s. Her nipples pressed Scarlett’s into her own flesh. Scarlett howled out in pain once more, but Katy lifted her hand over the blonde’s mouth. Katy pressed inwards more and more until she finally could feel that moment.

The moment that both women had felt before as both winners and losers. The feeling of when you’ve broken another woman’s chest with your own. Scarlett felt her chest break. Katy felt her chest break Scarlett’s.

A very significant hug, indeed.

[randomman]

Lyrica Okano vs Anya Taylor Joy



Anya’s mind whirled with disbelief and doubt.  What was happening didn't make sense, but the pain she felt was too real to be ignored.  But it didn’t make sense.  She’d gotten used to being pit against other celebs, that was part of the job at this point.  Having one Witch battle another was good theming on the host’s part for his Halloween party. 

It was a full Samhain match.  That meant it was held on a grassy knoll in a ring of standing stones some 50ft across, they were ‘sky-clad’ (naked), and the winner was determined by whoever was still standing.
Anya had a solid 5 inches and 5 kilograms, over 10 pounds, over Lyrica, so why wasn’t she dominating this contest?!

She’d gotten some good strikes in, and almost locked a sleeper in early on, but now—now things were wearing on her.  It was Lyrica’s fighting style.  She wasn’t a brawler.  She had studied something, but she couldn’t’ tell what offhand.  But she only started picking up combat skills with her film roles.  That was enough, she thought.  She could handle a TV Actress. 

But Lyrica wouldn’t let her.  She kept knocking her over when she went in for a punch.  When she tried for a grab, she got hit hard enough to move her aside.  It was frustrating.  It was scary.

But she refused to quit.  No.  There was no quit in her, and it wouldn’t do her any good here.
 
Their naked bodies gleamed in the moonlight from a combination of sweat and water from the grass on the knoll.  Their breath was hard as their resolve, their whole bodies flushed with effort and the early formation of bruises across their bodies.  Lyrica kept her left hand outstretched as the two naked gladiators felt each other out.  Anya moved in with a few searching strikes, but Lyrica barely moved her arm to intercept, preferring to block with her other arm. 

‘Perfect,’ Anya thought, ‘let me know your range, while I get you in mine!’

But as Anya wound up, she realized too late what Lyrica was doing: blinding her to the real attack.

Lyrica kicked Anya in the side, hard.  Anya yelped in surprise – that kick felt wrong.  It hit just below her ribs and sent a jolt through her body.  But the impact was so small.  Anya put it together quickly that Lyrica hadn’t hit her with the top of her foot. She hit her with the ball of her foot.  As if she was stepping tip-to on her rib, but as a kick.  The very idea rocked Anya’s mind as much as the blow did her body.

Adrenaline and fear drove a massive haymaker right from Anya, but Lyrica stepped into it, the blow scraping across her nose and lips, as she slid one foot behind Anya’s oncoming step, and shoved her to the ground.

Instinct took over, Anya raised her fists to cover her face from the inevitable barrage.

That’s when Lyrica roared, “KI!”

Anya’s eyes bulged as Lyrica put all her power into a single downward punch deep into Anya’s gut. She managed to get at a croak of a cry as she rolled to her side, being unable to do more than hold her stomach as the world spun.

Lyrica took a few moments to catch her breath, assured that she dealt a crippling blow to her foe.  She had been on edge the entire fight, the untrained blonde had more fire, power, and reach than she did.  But Lyrica had one thing Anya did not.  A Black Belt in Karate.

But the fight wasn’t over, not for this night.  Not for Witches like them.

She lazily, but carefully, grabbed a clump of Anya’s matted blonde hair, as wild and matted as her own with the ferocity of their battle.

“You’re not getting up for a 10 count,” Lyrica told her, “You want to end it like this?”

“Fuck you,” Anya hissed.

“I knew I could count on you,” Lyrica grinned showing blood on her teeth before kissing Anya on the forehead. 

“Finish her!” she heard someone yell from the crowd.

Lyrica braced herself, readied her horse stance, and grabbed Anya firmly, looping one of her limp arms behind Lyrica’s own neck.  She attempted a Gyaku Tsuchi, the reverse sledgehammer without a leading punch to grant her moment. Turning it into a move more commonly seen in professional wrestling: a Piledriver.  Lyrica roared as she lifted Anya into the air, elevating her feet skyward in one swift motion before dropping Anya’s head on the unforgiving hill.  Anya made a grunting sound on impact before she fell to earth like a marionette with its strings cut.

The move took almost everything Lyrica had left to pull off in such an awkward manner. It took her a few moments to roll up to a seated position, but looking over the prostrate Anya, she knew her foe wouldn’t be getting up until sunrise.  Standing up on shaky legs, Lyrica managed to place a foot on Anya’s heaving chest and raise her hands in victory.  She roared once again as the cloud politely clapped, letting the universe know that all who challenged her had better be ready for a fight.

[Anon]

June Wilkinson

vs
Joi Lansing


June winced and stomped her foot as Joi's fists pounded on her shoulder. She carried Joi over her shoulders, with one arm between the screeching woman's shapely legs, locking her firmly in place with no way to reach the mat. Still, with each ineffective punch, June's pretty face crinkled further into an uncomfortable scowl. She grunted, bounced Joi's squirming body on her shoulders, and staggered back. Stumbling in uneven circles, June and her unwilling burden drifted towards the edge of the ring. Joi's unpredictable voyage ended suddenly, when June's uncontrolled backwards dash sent her straight into the turnbuckle. The helpless blonde's scream nearly drowned out the muffled, metallic clang of her body striking the unforgiving surface.

Joi remained precariously balanced on June's back. At the moment of impact, half of her muscles clenched tight, while the rest jerked in all directions. Her mouth opened wide as she attempted to gasp. June pouted and wobbled on unsteady legs. Before Joi's thrashing kicks could topple her to the ground as well, she straightened her back, raise her head, and lowered her arms. Joi slid down June's back, still twitching, and helplessly sprawled on the mat with a thump.

With intense willpower, Joi managed to lift her head from the mat, blink, and support herself on her elbows... just in time to see June's beautiful, scowling face glaring down at her. She gazed upward with her jaw hanging open, as June's fist descended, filling her field of view and obscuring all else. Joi's upper body spasmed as June's knuckles landed in the center of her face, and she immediately sank back to the ground. With her head tilted to the side, and her mouth open, Joi appeared to gaze up at June curiously... but of course, her brain was completely free of questions.

Barbara Nichols

vs
Diana Dors


Diana Dors' body straightened into an aerodynamic shape as it hurtled towards the other curvy blonde brawler charging across the ring. Feet together, Diana straightened her legs and back, while holding her arms close to her body. Barbara Nichols' body cut her flight short. "Ooogh!" Diana's weight drove her boots deep into Barbara's gut, denting her curvy body for the short duration of the impact. As Diana dropped, Barbara grimaced and held her forearm over her injured stomach, stumbling back aimlessly. Diana rolled into a sitting position with a businesslike scowl on her face, just in time to see Barbara's legs collapse, dumping her on the middle rope with her wide butt hanging out of the ring. Flailing her arm, Barbara managed to grab the top rope, swinging back and forth unpredictably with her heels scraping the mat.

With a snarl, Barbara shoved herself off of the ropes, launching herself towards Diana as she rose to her feet. Barbara's first steps were erratic, but the forceful lunge built up enough speed to balance her. She swerved slightly as she rushed ahead, aiming to shoot past Diana, and threw out an arm for a devastating clothesline. Only partially upright, Diana had no chance to avoid the collision. When Barbara smashed into her, Diana dropped to the mat, threw her legs up, and struck Barbara on her sturdy thigh and stomach. Barbara gasped as she found herself arcing through the air. She sailed neatly between the middle and top ropes, before continuing her flip towards the hard ground below. Barbara's terrified shriek was brief, interrupted by the dull thud of her upper back coming down to earth. Her body stiffened and jerked, briefly balanced with her ass and legs in the air, before collapsing to the ground with a final jiggle.

Anita Ekberg

vs
Mamie Van Doren


Anita Ekberg and Mamie Van Doren wore visible scrapes and bruises on their bare arms and legs. Both women's normally flawless blonde hairdos were rapidly losing their shape, and Anita had broken one of the shoulder straps on Mamie's leotard, leaving her modesty in constant peril. Still, they stood in the center of the ring and grappled, frowning and nudging as they dug their nails into the other's skin. It was a losing position for the smaller Mamie. Step by step, Anita moved her back, lunging with her strong, shapely legs and planting her feet firmly on the mat to defend her small gain. Mamie groaned and heaved on the bigger woman's body, but skidded against the mat with one foot and stepped back to avoid taking a tumble, regaining her balance at the cost of finding herself closer to the edge.

With a roar, Mamie released her grip on Anita and shoved, swinging her arms from a position close to her body outward, knocking Anita's own arms away from her as well. The violent separation threw both women off balance; Anita nearly blundered into Mamie, while Mamie nearly slipped herself. Trying to strike first, Anita drew back a fist, but Mamie had already clasped her hands at waist level. Swinging her arms upwards, her hands collided with Anita's chin, causing a loud whack of skin against skin to echo through the arena. Anita stumbled and moved her hands to her face defensively, as her neck bent backwards from the powerful blow. Off balance, she lowered herself slightly, and with incredible stubbornness, Anita prepared to charge... only to gasp, bend at the waist, and stand on her toes as Mamie's clasped hands ascended again, hammering her gut and nearly lifting her from the mat.

Groaning, Anita staggered to the side with one foot, lowering herself and letting her head hang down. Knees bent, with one hand on her thigh, and the other flailing at the ground to catch herself if she fell, the powerful blonde woman kept herself from falling on her face.

Mamie stood beside her, chin tilted upwards, with a barely visible but solidly satisfied sneer on her lips. She held her clasped hands high above her head, arms pointed straight upward. Half squatting down suddenly, Mamie lowered her body as well as she swung her hands down, striking Anita on the base of her neck with the heavy blow. Anita's legs collapsed, and she let out a low grunt. Flailing her hands, the helpless fighter put her hands on the mat, only to collapse under her own weight and bash her own nose into the ground. The impact caused a second jerk of Anita's body, before she slowly spread out over a long section of the mat with a sigh.

Anita's unconscious body quivered slightly as Mamie planted a foot on her lower back, but the tiny movement only came from the force of being stepped on. She was fast asleep.

Sabrina

vs
Jayne Mansfield


"Eeeeeergh!" Sabrina cried out in pain as Jayne Mansfield stood behind her, clutching her hair in both hands with her arms straight. Taking a step back, Jayne struggled for a moment before bringing her hands to her chest, tugging Sabrina along with it. The helpless blonde shrieked again as Jayne's hold bent her slender neck backwards, tilting her screaming face to the ceiling. She awkwardly reached behind her back to tug on Jayne's arms, as the powerful brawler dragged her across the mat. With a choking sound, Sabrina dropped and twisted, forcing herself around to face Jayne, even as the maneuver twisted her hair in her rival's grip, and forced her head to bend downward. Jayne tensed and frowned, but held her ground.

Slowly, Sabrina rose. She held Jayne's forearms tightly and swayed back and forth, but after a few moments, Sabrina gave up on prying the blonde grappler's grip loose. Instead, she leaned back, dragging Jayne closer, and took a closed fisted swing at the scowling blonde's side. Thud! Jayne winced and let Sabrina slide out of her grip, baring her teeth as she tilted her body to move with the blow. Striking back, Jayne brought her open palm down on Sabrina's cheek, swinging her arm in an arc and following through as if her rival's face wasn't even in the way. Sabrina flinched as the slap knocked her head to the side... and then her legs gave out and she sank to the floor on her knees, toppling face down with her arms flopping to her sides. Sabrina made no attempt to avoid bashing her forehead against the mat, and simply lay with her ass in the air, motionless aside from the tiny up and down movement of her torso as she breathed.

Most people simply believed that Sabrina had given up and simply fainted from the stress of facing Jayne. A few members of the audience saw Jayne's elbow strike the side of Sabrina's head just after she landed the slap, but this was always considered speculation.

[Jackflash Jump]

A great collection of ladies, my friend!   

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Kaley Cuoco vs Erika Christensen



Erika's fist thudded hard into her opponents belly, Kaley's taut abs collapsing from the wrecking ball blow as the victim let out a loud pained grunt with a whoosh of expelled air.  Cuoco's body collapsed against that of her rival, her chin resting on Christensen's right shoulder as Kaley panted hard for breath.  Erika grinned and gave a sinister chuckle into her foe's ear.  It had been a long and brutal apartment catfight between the two blondes, their lush bodies soaked with sweat and their alabaster flesh mottled with scratches and bruises.  But now the advantage was firmly in the hands of one battler, and she intended to bring this brawl to a finish.

Muscling Kaley backward until she was pressed up against the wall, Erika places her left forearm across her adversary's throat to hold her upright, then balled her right fist and began slamming uppercuts to Cuoco's bare breasts, drawing agonized yelps and moans from the hapless beauty.  "Maybe I'll just pound you flat, sweetheart," Christensen taunted her victim as she pounded away.  Suddenly she stopped and withdrew her arm from Cuoco's throat; for a moment it looked as if Kaley would slide down the wall to the carpeted floor, but her wobbly legs managed to keep her upright.

Viciously, Erika next pinched both of her foe's nipples with her fingers, causing Kaley to let out a high-pitched shriek.  With her handholds, Christensen pulled Cuoco stumbling away from the wall, and then flipped her down to the floor, where the battered blonde lay on her back, her sore and reddened chest heaving for breath.  Dropping atop her rival, Erika pinned Kaley's arms above her head and hovered her own bare chest over the face of the prone beauty.  As tears welled in her eyes, Cuoco rasped, "You'll pay for this someday, bitch!"

Erika merely sneered, and then dropped her 34Ds upon Kaley's face, burying her mouth and nose.  Utterly smothered, Cuoco's body squirmed for upwards to 45 seconds, before she finally went limp.  Satisfied her rival was beaten, Erika stood up, and then, a smug smirk upon her gorgeous face, planted a foot on the chest of her fallen foe as she raised her right fist, claiming her triumph as the elite spectators jumped to their feet and cheered her.

[snw]

Kaley Cuoco vs Erika Christensen



Erika's fist thudded hard into her opponents belly, Kaley's taut abs collapsing from the wrecking ball blow as the victim let out a loud pained grunt with a whoosh of expelled air.  Cuoco's body collapsed against that of her rival, her chin resting on Christensen's right shoulder as Kaley panted hard for breath.  Erika grinned and gave a sinister chuckle into her foe's ear.  It had been a long and brutal apartment catfight between the two blondes, their lush bodies soaked with sweat and their alabaster flesh mottled with scratches and bruises.  But now the advantage was firmly in the hands of one battler, and she intended to bring this brawl to a finish.

Muscling Kaley backward until she was pressed up against the wall, Erika places her left forearm across her adversary's throat to hold her upright, then balled her right fist and began slamming uppercuts to Cuoco's bare breasts, drawing agonized yelps and moans from the hapless beauty.  "Maybe I'll just pound you flat, sweetheart," Christensen taunted her victim as she pounded away.  Suddenly she stopped and withdrew her arm from Cuoco's throat; for a moment it looked as if Kaley would slide down the wall to the carpeted floor, but her wobbly legs managed to keep her upright.

Viciously, Erika next pinched both of her foe's nipples with her fingers, causing Kaley to let out a high-pitched shriek.  With her handholds, Christensen pulled Cuoco stumbling away from the wall, and then flipped her down to the floor, where the battered blonde lay on her back, her sore and reddened chest heaving for breath.  Dropping atop her rival, Erika pinned Kaley's arms above her head and hovered her own bare chest over the face of the prone beauty.  As tears welled in her eyes, Cuoco rasped, "You'll pay for this someday, bitch!"

Erika merely sneered, and then dropped her 34Ds upon Kaley's face, burying her mouth and nose.  Utterly smothered, Cuoco's body squirmed for upwards to 45 seconds, before she finally went limp.  Satisfied her rival was beaten, Erika stood up, and then, a smug smirk upon her gorgeous face, planted a foot on the chest of her fallen foe as she raised her right fist, claiming her triumph as the elite spectators jumped to their feet and cheered her.

Love it!

[chris380]

I would like more stories where the loser gets their hair cut or dyed I loved those ones

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(I hope you enjoy this, Chris 380  )

Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens



The two beauties hated one another on so many levels, it came as no surprise that they would get into a vicious social media war over which hair color was better, blonde or brunette.  Somebody had the inspired idea to make that the basis of their next (inevitable) catfight.  The stipulation was thus:  the winner gets to dye the hair of the loser.  The loser must keep the color for thirty days, and must make public appearances...and be snapped by the paparazzi...at least five days each week, and is forbidden to cover her hair with a hat, scarf or veil.  Both Hayden and Vanessa eagerly accepted the stakes.

They engaged in one of their usual...that is, magnificent...battles, with control of the fight swaying back and forth between the pair, who were too evenly matched for one to ever fully dominate the other.  Now at last however, Hudgens seemed to have seized control, as she tightened a sleeper hold on her arch-rival.  Panettiere struggled and moaned, but it wasn't long before her body went limp.  The brunette released her and the blonde sank to the floor.  Grabbing her damp and matted golden locks, Vanessa began to pull her nemesis up to her feet, smugly taunting her with, "You're going to look so adorable as a brunette, Panties...people might even start to think you have some brains in that empty head of yours."

But the next sound that Hudgens made was a loud agonized grunt, courtesy of the forearm blow that had slammed up between her thighs and into her groin.  Suddenly vibrant and alert, Hayden followed that up with a piledriver, spiking the crown of her foe's skull into the carpeted floor, leaving Vanessa barely conscious.  "You want to talk about brains, bitch?  You fell for me playing possum like a noob!  But don't worry, because your reward will be to go out into the world as a gorgeous blonde!  Well, as close to gorgeous as you could ever get." 

Dragging her battered opponent to the powder room adjacent to the penthouse living room that was their battlefield, Panettiere cackled as she bent Hudgens over the sink and proceeded to bleach her dark tresses a garish lemon blonde.  Employing her acting skills, Hayden adopted a broad Brooklyn-ish accent and played the part of hairdresser.  "Oh, your hair is so stringy and the roots are just awful...it's a good thing you came to me, honey, so that I can try and save this rat's nest you call hair.  Maybe now you'll finally land a man, instead of being just a cheap whore on the corner...but I doubt it, knowwhatImean?"

And she was even giddier when she yanked down her foe's bikini briefs ad discovered that Nessa had kept a trimmed patch of fur in her nether region, which Hayden promptly dyed as well.  All the dazed Hudgens could do is moan and sob in shame.

As per the requirements of the stakes, Vanessa made herself publicly visible during the thirty days of her punishment, although it was frequently commented on by the public (who knew nothing of either her catfighting nor the dye job stipulation) that she always looked so dour, and that her bleaching was tacky and very unbecoming of a Hollywood starlet.  Through it all, Hudgens could only silently endure her humiliation, and plot her revenge on her mortal enemy.

[chris380]

(I hope you enjoy this, Chris 380  )

Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens



The two beauties hated one another on so many levels, it came as no surprise that they would get into a vicious social media war over which hair color was better, blonde or brunette.  Somebody had the inspired idea to make that the basis of their next (inevitable) catfight.  The stipulation was thus:  the winner gets to dye the hair of the loser.  The loser must keep the color for thirty days, and must make public appearances...and be snapped by the paparazzi...at least five days each week, and is forbidden to cover her hair with a hat, scarf or veil.  Both Hayden and Vanessa eagerly accepted the stakes.

They engaged in one of their usual...that is, magnificent...battles, with control of the fight swaying back and forth between the pair, who were too evenly matched for one to ever fully dominate the other.  Now at last however, Hudgens seemed to have seized control, as she tightened a sleeper hold on her arch-rival.  Panettiere struggled and moaned, but it wasn't long before her body went limp.  The brunette released her and the blonde sank to the floor.  Grabbing her damp and matted golden locks, Vanessa began to pull her nemesis up to her feet, smugly taunting her with, "You're going to look so adorable as a brunette, Panties...people might even start to think you have some brains in that empty head of yours."

But the next sound that Hudgens made was a loud agonized grunt, courtesy of the forearm blow that had slammed up between her thighs and into her groin.  Suddenly vibrant and alert, Hayden followed that up with a piledriver, spiking the crown of her foe's skull into the carpeted floor, leaving Vanessa barely conscious.  "You want to talk about brains, bitch?  You fell for me playing possum like a noob!  But don't worry, because your reward will be to go out into the world as a gorgeous blonde!  Well, as close to gorgeous as you could ever get." 

Dragging her battered opponent to the powder room adjacent to the penthouse living room that was their battlefield, Panettiere cackled as she bent Hudgens over the sink and proceeded to bleach her dark tresses a garish lemon blonde.  Employing her acting skills, Hayden adopted a broad Brooklyn-ish accent and played the part of hairdresser.  "Oh, your hair is so stringy and the roots are just awful...it's a good thing you came to me, honey, so that I can try and save this rat's nest you call hair.  Maybe now you'll finally land a man, instead of being just a cheap whore on the corner...but I doubt it, knowwhatImean?"

And she was even giddier when she yanked down her foe's bikini briefs ad discovered that Nessa had kept a trimmed patch of fur in her nether region, which Hayden promptly dyed as well.  All the dazed Hudgens could do is moan and sob in shame.

As per the requirements of the stakes, Vanessa made herself publicly visible during the thirty days of her punishment, although it was frequently commented on by the public (who knew nothing of either her catfighting nor the dye job stipulation) that she always looked so dour, and that her bleaching was tacky and very unbecoming of a Hollywood starlet.  Through it all, Hudgens could only silently endure her humiliation, and plot her revenge on her mortal enemy.

this was amazing I still say we need more of these here

[Golden Goddess]

Decided to do a followup to my last post...

Stefania Ferrario vs. Ana Cheri: Round II



The grin on Ana Cheri's face was a mile wide. It was a gleeful, joyous look, one that some might have even described as diabolical in nature. There was no doubt that the brunette was enjoying herself, and why shouldn't she be? She was in a position that she had been dreaming of for months now: Sitting atop of one Stefania Ferrario, her thick, plump ass covering the blonde's face, leaving her shouting out muffled screams against Ana's perfect bottom.

Let's back up a moment.

It was an understatement to say that Ana's loss to Stefania a few weeks prior had been haunting her. The memory of the complete and utter humiliation that the blonde had put her through on that beach burned bright in Ana's mind, and nothing she could do could erase the thoughts of the day. It didn't help that pictures and videos of their tussle had made their way all over the internet, and the comments she was getting on all of her social media posts were just making it worse. No one was letting her live that day down, and it was beginning to drive Ana crazy...so, naturally, the brunette model decided there was only one way to right the wrongs of her and Stefania's catfight. She would challenge her to a rematch, and she would win.

It didn't take much to get Stefania to accept Ana's offer, either. The blonde had quite enjoyed what she had done to Ana, and thoughts of their fight had kept dancing through her mind, too. So, when Ana sent her an invitation to meet her at a private hotel room, dressed in their finest lingerie? Stefania jumped at the offer. Beating Ana in swimsuits was one thing, but crushing her in their nightwear would be an entirely different sort of satisfaction.

Unfortunately for the thick blonde model, however, Ana wasn't going to give her any kind of chance to do such a thing.

The moment, the exact moment that Stefania stepped into Ana's hotel room, the brunette threw herself at the blonde, screeching like a harpy as she lunged at her rival. Before Stefania had any time to react, Ana had nailed her with two quick jabs to the face, leaving her briefly stunned. The brunette smirked, and reeled back for a third blow, but Stefania was quick to shake off Ana's punches, roughly shoving her to force Ana back. She tried to step away from the brunette, but Ana moved back in quick, dropping down and tackling Stefania's legs, taking her off of her feet and to the soft carpet below.

This was a fury that Stefania had been unprepared for, a certain revenge-filled rage that she wasn't expecting out of Ana, and Ana was using every bit of the blonde's surprise to her advantage. She tried to crawl away as Ana knocked her to the floor, but the brunette quickly scrambled onto her back, grabbing her short hair with both hands. She furiously jerked and tugged at it, screaming at Stefania all the while.

"Not so fun being on the receiving end, huh?! Bet you regret coming here, don't you?!"

Stefania growled at Ana's angry words, bucking her body upwards, managing to throw Ana off of herself. She quickly rolled over, trying to sit up, but again, Ana was right there, and again Ana threw herself at the blonde. Again she grabbed a handful of Stefania's hair, but Stefania did the same, clutching two handfuls of Ana's longer hair and viciously jerking back at it. The brunette let out a screech, but she refused to relent, and from that moment, the fight was truly on.

The two of them rolled around on the floor, each of them yanking at each other's hair, clawing at the other model's face and chest, both of them trying to gain the upper hand on the other. For a brief moment, Stefania managed to roll atop Ana and she tried to pin her down, but Ana was able to arch her body upwards before the blonde could do so, throwing off her balance long enough to grab the slightly larger woman and roll her back over. Back and forth they went, each of them seemingly unable to gain control of things, unless the realization struck Stefania like a ton of bricks:

Ana was wearing her out!

Stefania felt herself growing more tired and more fatigued as the fight dragged on, but Ana seemed to still be full of energy. Her rage, her hatred, her single-minded fury at how Stefania had humiliated her before was carrying her through the fight, ensuring that she could keep going even as Stefania was losing energy. She tried, she really tried, but she just couldn't find the edge she needed to truly turn things around on Ana.

And then, it happened. She slipped up. She had tried to jerk Ana down onto her, tried to bury her face within her breasts to simply smother Ana out, but...it didn't happen. She grabbed at Ana but her hands couldn't find the grip they needed, slipping away from the brunette's shoulders, and in that moment of error Ana decided to strike. She grabbed Stefania by the wrists as the blonde failed to grab her, and slammed them down into the carpet, pinning Stefania to the floor. Stefania tried to buck her body, she tried to wiggle free, but she didn't have the energy. She couldn't do it, and as she struggled to escape she was only wearing herself out more and more by the second.

Satisfied that she had Stefania right where she wanted her, and confident that the blonde wouldn't be able to fight back, Ana finally made her move. She sat up quick, briefly taking a seat atop Stefania's body before sliding herself up further along her frame, right up until she had slid her ass onto Stefania's face. The blonde began to scream, wailing in shock and embarrassment and horror as Ana pushed down against her, grinding her thick and plump bottom against Stefania's face. Stefania grabbed for Ana's hips, trying to push her away, trying to dislodge her, but it was no go. Ana simply grinned, and began to twist her hips back and forth in response, grinding herself harder and harder against her rival's face.

"You're done for..." She sneered, enjoying every little bit of what was happening. She was loving Stefania struggling beneath her. She was loving the sensation of the woman's cries against her bottom. She was loving how helpless Stefania was and how goddamn powerful it made her feel.

The moments rolled by, the seconds turning to a minute, and then almost a full second minute, as Ana finally felt Stefania starting to give in beneath her. The blonde's movements slowed, her cries faded out, and soon, soon she went still, unmoving and silent beneath the brunette. Ana remained in position for just a moment longer, making sure that Stefania was out, before finally going to rise, climbing back to her feet. She towered over the blonde, smiling down at her, calling out to Stefania one last time.

"The score is one-to-one right now, bitch. Don't think you've seen the last of me just yet..."

And with that, Ana stepped over to the dresser, where she had set up a small camera and a silky sort of robe. She pulled the robe around herself, and grabbed the camera, heading to the room's exit so she could head to her actual room for the night. As she stepped past Stefania's unconscious body and towards the door, she smiled again to herself, thinking about how viral this video of their rematch was going to go.

[Golden Goddess]

...I did not mean for that to be so long. I don't think anyone is going to be complaining though!

[Jackflash Jump]

Danica McKellar vs Candace Cameron Bure



Nothing less than the fate of Christmas was on the line.

Well, more specifically, the decision over which actress would win the contract for a series of Hallmark Channel Christmas movies.  The holiday telefilms had proven to be exceptionally lucrative for both women, and this new deal would make one of them the undisputed 'Queen of Christmas'.

Already longtime antagonists, the two rivals agreed to fight for the contract before a select audience of TV executives, both to determine who gets the deal, and also to settle old scores.  The spectators were stunned and taken aback by the ferocity of the two beauties, in particular how viciously these two quintessential 'good girls' brawled, with the savagery of jungle cats!

After a long and brutal struggle, Danica and Candace had been pushed to the very limits of their endurance.  They had stripped one another down to only their bikini panties, and now stood face to face, fingers sunk into the bare breasts of the other, each mauling her opponent as they moaned and squealed in anguish.  Their sweat-drenched bodies glistened as their every muscle strained taut, both determined to destroy the other.

This impasse was only broken when Candace suddenly shifted tactics, driving her knee up into the brunette's belly, winding her.  That gave the blonde the chance to wrap her powerful arms around her rival and squeeze her in a bearhug, pouring every ounce of her remaining power into this effort to crush McKellar into defeat. "You're done for, you whore!" Candace snarls.  "Christmas is mine!"

Danica threw her head back and let out a piercing howl from the pain, which washed over her so powerfully, her body was nearly paralyzed and unable to obey the commands of her mind to fight back.  Marshaling every last iota of willpower she had, the brunette was finally able to swing her arms up, slamming her palms into the ears of her tormentor.  Bure let out a sharp yelp as her arms flew open and she stumbled back.

Knowing she had only one chance left, and precious little power to spare, Danica threw a kick up, smashing her foot squarely into the blonde's groin, sending her collapsing to the carpet with an agonized gasp.  Dropping down to the floor above her adversary's head, the brunette snaked her steely legs around Candace's head, locking on a figure four headscissors.  Realizing her dire straits, Bure thrashed with whatever might she still possessed, her hands clutching and slapping at her rival's legs, but to no avail.  Danica gritted her teeth and growled as she tightened her legs, her whining victim's face turning ever-deeper shades of red.

One minute passed...then two.  Astonishingly, Candace was still resisting, albeit too feebly to effect an escape.  Tears streaming down her face as her body was in agony from the effort to destroy her nemesis, Danica kept hissing, "Pass out, bitch!   Pass out, bitch!  Pass out, bitch!"

Ultimately, the inevitable happened, as with a sob Candace's eyes fluttered shut and her body went limp.  With great effort, Danica was able to uncoil her legs, but she was too spent to rise up, and fell onto her back gasping for breath.  Still, a smile came to her face, and with a hoarse rasp she said, "Best...Christmas...present...ever!"

[The Italian]

Cristina Scabbia vs Kira Kosarin




Cristina Scabbia was a respected veteran in the celebrity wrestling circuit and, while no longer being active as she was in the past, she still enjoyed stepping in the ring to challenge younger opponents.
This time however it seemed she had bite more than she could chew as Kira Kosarin proved herself to to be a formidable opponent. Gifted with a combination of raw talent, great techincal ability and an amazing physical condition; Kosarin was considered by many "the next big thing" in the business and proved it first by withstanding all of Cristina's offensives and then by taking control of the match and ragdolling the opponent across the ring in a total display of dominance.
However, like other rookies before her, Kira felt victim of her own hubris. Sensing that victory was at hands, Kira pulled Cristina's head between her legs and then lifted her in a powerbomb position; but instead of slamming Cristina directly, Kira decided to show her power and dominance and paraded across the ring keeping Cristina seated over her own shoulders.
But this was the opening Cristina was waiting for, the crafty veteran pulled back Kira's hairs with her left hand and used the right one to shot a series of fast and brutal punches to Kira's unprotected face.
Stunned by the sudden pain, Kira released her hold on Cristina's thighs. Cristina slided down from Kira's shoulders and, while falling down, she was able to catch Kira's head under her own armpit reversing the powerbomb attempt in a brutal DDT that drove her opponent skull right into the mat.
With both fighters down, Cristina knew she had to act quickly, she crawled onto Kira sitting on her lower back, she then grabbed her opponent's harm and pulled them over her own knee and locked her in a thight Camel Clutch.
Cristina started pulling with all her might while Kira screamed bloody murder as her back and neck were forcefully bended in an unnatural way.
But despite the pain Kira stubbornly refused to submit and Cristina knew she was too tired to keep the hold for enought time to gain a submission, so while keeping the chinlock with her left hand, she lifted her right fist in the air with the middle finger knuckle protunding and then she drove it right against Kira's head, brutally grinding the knuckle into her opponent's right temple.
Kira's cries of pain reached an higher note for this new source of pain and soon she was forced to scream her submission.
An exhausted Cristina released Kira and stood up as the referee held up her arm signaling her victory.
Meanwhile Kira was down on the mat, sobbing for the pain and humiliation. Cristina, before exiting the ring, stood over her.
"Sorry Honey" said Cristina "You're good, really good...and maybe one day you'll be one of the best. But this is not the day."