[wheelman]

I've always viewed JLH as a jobber so I have no issues with the outcome of this one. 

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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Misaki Ito



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cockfighter58]

LONG time reader of this thread, first time commenter. jackflash jump, you are a legend but this might be my new favorite from you. incredible.

[Jackflash Jump]

LONG time reader of this thread, first time commenter. jackflash jump, you are a legend but this might be my new favorite from you. incredible.

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

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The Slayers (Sarah Michelle Gellar & Eliza Dushku) vs The Supremes (Kristin Kreuk & Laura Vandervoort)




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Flashback 2006:  Ashley Tisdale vs Michelle Trachtenberg



Got to get away!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Megan Thee Stallion vs Kate Upton



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Milla Jovovich vs Ariana Grande



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Alyson Hannlgan vs Kate Hudson



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

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

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

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

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

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

[Jackflash Jump]

This one's for Viking.  

Katharine McPhee vs Lana Del Rey



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

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

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

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

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

[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 

[Jackflash Jump]

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.