[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.

[Anon]

(Note: I'd planned to make a sequel to this for some time now, but I've waited long enough that I doubt anyone has a super specific memory of it. As usual, click for big images.)

Joan Bennett and Anne Baxter sat side by side, at one of the best tables in the packed club. Rather than acknowledging each other, the two actresses silently gazed across the table and up into the wrestling ring. As a loud thud from the ring broke through the club patrons' background chatter, Joan and Anne flinched back in perfect unison. They narrowed their eyes, and parted their lips as if silently saying "Ooh." Immediately, the two resumed their wide eyed stares, only to flinch again at a second thud from the ring. Thud, flinch. Thud, flinch.

Joan


Anne


In the ring, Dolores Moran hissed and wheezed through her clenched teeth, trying to catch her breath as she struggled. Facing the corner of the ring, her curvaceous, bare legs trembled beneath her body. Behind her, Yvonne de Carlo scowled and gripped Dolores' hair with both hands, arms straight, and feet anchored on the mat no matter how hard the blonde tried to squirm away. Dolores could only nudge Yvonne's wrist with one hand; her other arm flailed around above her shoulder, unable to reach her tormentor. Taking a step forward, Yvonne frowned resolutely, yanked the squirming blonde's head back, and thrust her forward, smashing her defenseless face against the padded corner post. Thud! When Yvonne pulled Dolores away from the post, revealing her face again, the blonde's jaw had dropped open. One of her eyelids was mostly shut, and her arms dropped loosely.

Dolores


Yvonne


Joan sighed, rolled her eyes, and stood up. Picking up her chair, she moved to the opposite side of the table and sat down, placing her back to the ring. "I've seen enough for tonight," she said to Anne across the table in a hushed tone. Anne nodded silently, looking down at the table with a disappointed frown. Joan relaxed, then raised her head and took a breath. "I'm just so tired of her! I was sure Dolores would put a stop to her this week," she grumbled. "Yes, I thought so too. Dolores is so athletic," replied Anne. Her eyes were on Joan's face, but they periodically drifted over to the ring behind her, and Anne had to quickly adjust her gaze back to the other actress.

"And Yvonne doesn't even have any style. Where's the pageantry in watching her bludgeon some poor girl's face for minute after minute?" said Joan, resolutely keeping her eyes straight ahead. Several seconds had passed without a thud from the ring, but suddenly, the patrons nearby cheered and applauded. Anne tilted her head to look around Joan for a better view. Joan grimly kept her attention straight ahead. "Don't tell me," she said quietly.

Anne nodded. "Someone should do something about Yvonne," she said. "I used to love the fights, but that nasty chorus girl is ruining them for me." Joan glanced up, eyebrows raised and features softened. "Well, I think I've improved since my last try against her," she began. "But I still need more practice. I agree, though, someone should do something."

Another cheer issued from the nearby patrons as Dolores broke free, shoving the furious Yvonne away. Staggering to one side abruptly, Dolores nevertheless clenched her fists and charged. The blonde expelled a furious scream, lips drawn back tightly and eyes giving Yvonne a wild glare. Her wide haymaker zipped through the air, arcing over Yvonne's head as the brunette reacted in time, ducking and charging under the blonde's swinging fist. The brunette sped past Dolores, bounding up the corner post and gripping the top rope. As Dolores tried to recover, Yvonne swung her pale, slender legs up, and securely gripped the blonde's neck between her thighs. Suspended in midair with her hands on the rope, and her legs on Dolores, Yvonne smirked as the blonde uselessly pushed against her strong thighs. Slowly, Dolores sank to her knees, mouth open as she tried to gasp for air.

As Dolores' body sagged, Yvonne released her hold, curled her legs under her body, and rested her feet on the second rope, suspending herself above the mat and looking over her shoulder at Dolores scornfully. Launching herself back, Yvonne extended her legs again, striking Dolores' bare upper back with both feet. The powerful blow launched Dolores forward, but the blonde hardly reacted. With her face muscles relaxed, lips parted, and limbs drifting freely, Dolores hurtled towards the mat and landed face down. She lay with her head tilted to the side, eyes shut and jaw hanging open. Yvonne casually approached with a casual frown, stepping over the unconscious blonde to stand astride her. She tilted her head up and thrust her chest out proudly.

"Yes, someone should," said Anne, turning her head away from the ring.

[Anon]

As a footnote, lately I've been looking for people on discord, both for chatting about this sort of thing, and possibly some celebrity catfight rp as well (not exclusively 40s pin ups, but definitely open to them). I'm A.#3123 if you want to add me, or you can message me on here as well.

[Jimi]

SOPHIA BUSH vs COBIE SMULDERS

Sophia Bush


Cobie Smulders


This fight hadn't gone the way most punters predicted. With a four inch height advantage and certainly the reach, Cobie Smulders probably thought she would have Sophia Bush covered tonight as well. And she may have, had the fight remained standing for the whole bout. As it was, Sophia was wiley enough to get Cobie on the mat, taking away most of any advantage she had. Now, Cobie was howling, her legs locked in a sharpshooter type manoeuvre, with Sophia sitting on her back, wrenching those long limbs at will. Cobie reached for the ropes, but couldn't quite get there. She gritted her teeth and fought through the pain as long as she could.

"I can't hear you talking shit anymore, Cobes, what happened??" Sophia hadn't forgotten the exchange prior to this fight, and she was damned if she wasn't going to rub it in a bit now that she was on top. Her favorite part of the league was being able to prove mouthy bitches, and their supporters, completely wrong. She tangled Cobie's long legs as sharply as she could, pouring on the pressure, and even bouncing her plump ass up and down on Cobie's back, getting extra sharp shouts of pain from her victim.

Cobie wanted to tell her to fuck off. She wanted to kick the smug bitch in the face and prove everybody right. But she couldn't. And the longer the pain shot through her legs and lower back, the less she believed that she could. And then a fresh pain. Right up her calf. "Fuuuuuuckkk!!" That was it. Unable to pull her legs away, her arm did the work for her, banging against the mat frantically until the referee had to forcibly remove the unrelinquishing and determined Sophia.

"Say it! Say you give!" Sophia demanded as soon as the zebra moved to end this bout. "I give!! I give, stop! You win Sophia! Fuuuuck!!" Cobie screamed and wailed, and just as she was pushed away, a very satisfied Sophia grinned and dropped Cobie's legs, flinging her arms victoriously into the air.

Cobie instantly rolled across the mat, tears in her eyes, trying to rub at her legs. The crowd was loud, not particularly upset, but certainly shocked. And Sophia blew them kisses whether they approved or not. She wasn't letting anything upset this memorable victory. And she was going to give them every reason not to underestimate her again.

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We've just lost about a page's worth of posts here, so someone must have deactivated their FCF account, which apparently erases their posts. 

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FLASHBACK 1939:  Lana Turner vs Susan Hayward



Although she had only made her catfighting debut a few months ago, Lana had electrified Hollywood with her spectacular battling skills.  But such quick success invites both jealousy on the part of other women, as well as an interest from certain others in seeing that the blonde meets her first defeat.  To achieve this, a small cabal of men sought out another young starlet to challenge Turner.

They found Susan, who had the raw talent, as well as the fiery temper, to mount a credible challenge.  To better ensure her chances, her patrons arranged for the redhead to undergo a crash training program in wrestling.

At last, the two ingenues faced one another across the carpeted expanse of the large living room of a Beverly Hills mansion.  The blonde shed a luxurious white mink coat that had been given to her by admirers to reveal her white two-piece bathing suit, while the redhead removed a cloak to unveil her light blue fighting togs, with both suits putting their bodies on ample display.  Hayward had worked long and hard for this moment.  Lana had been well-informed of Susan's training, and had herself upped her training regimen in order to match the threat of the redhead.

What resulted was a titanic struggle between the pair, their level of expertise belying the fact that they are both still rookies.  Neither was able to hold the advantage over the other for long, and Turner and Hayward were driven to the limits of their endurance, sweat and tears having smeared the makeup on their faces.

At long last it appeared the end was in sight:  Lana was on the offensive, landing stinging slaps to her opponent's face and heavy chops to Hayward's chest, causing the gasping and grunting Susan to stagger backward.  A few more such blows, without a doubt, and Turner would overwhelm her rival utterly.  But it was then that the blonde's inexperience, fueled by her furious disdain for Susan, betrayed her; she halted her attack and stood before the staggered redhead, hands on her hip and smirk on her lips.  "Had enough, chippy," Lana purred smugly.  "Or do I have keep slapping the ugly off of your mug?"

Panting hard, head hung low and her auburn hair hanging scraggly, Hayward slowly tilted her face up until her eyes, which were two narrow slits of burning hatred, locked with the blue peepers of the buxom blonde.  Then, with a sudden furious roar, Susan unleashed a kick with her right leg, and her foot smashed upward into Turner's groin.  The blonde let out a shrill yowl and burst into tears, yet somehow managed to not collapse to the floor.  Instead she stumbled back, hands clutching her throbbing womanhood as she went into a knock-kneed crouch.

That suited Hayward just fine, and how it was her turn to smirk as she lined up another kick, this one catching Lana flush on the chin, snapping her head back with a spray of sweat as her whole body flopped to the floor.  Standing over her prone adversary, the redhead pressed the sole of her left foot across Turner's windpipe, as the embattled blonde's face turned deep red and she gagged for breath.

And then Lana gave a gurgling sigh and ceased moving altogether, driven into strangled unconsciousness by her upstart nemesis.  Susan gave a lopsided smile as she raised her right arm in victory, and the spectators jumped to their feet to cheer her triumph.