Finish Her!

[reddmaster9497]

Jenna Ortega vs Madisyn Shipman




"I wanna kick somebody's ass! I don't care who!" Jenna published that message on the private apps that Hollywood girls have to chat between them and solve their differences. It was an open invitation for anyone who wanted to test herself against one of Hollywood's hottest stars. Though that was only a reflection of the numbers on Netflix, cause when it comes to fights, it was way different. She wasn't a jobber, but not one of the biggest names around. Girls like Dafne Keen and Sydney Sweeney had passed her, and she didn't even had the chance to test herself against those names. She surely got some wins over the likes of Ariana Grande and Millie Bobby Brown, but she was getting overlooked, and that message was shout out that she is still here and wasn't going anywhere. 

Alongside the message was an address to a motel where Jenna was waiting. She liked to this in more modest places, so things could get dirty if it had to. But as time moved on, nobody seemed to show up, until the door opened and Jenna jumped off the bed, excited to see who was answering. Maybe Dafne, Sydney or even Ariana... She could kick that bonny ass again. But to her disappointment, she didn't recognize the face that was walking in.

"Uhhhhh who the hell are you?" Jenna asked with an eyebrow raised.

"You should know who I was... I'm Madisyn Shipman, our shows were rivals back in the day. You on Disney and me on Nickelodeon..." Madi tried to explain herself, though she was annoyed that Jenna didn't recognize her, especially with both being the exact same ages and getting their early shows at same time. Jenna kept looking at her up and down, with big disappointment in her face. She looked at Madi and saw a big difference between them. She was wearing an expensive dress, one that appeared on TV, while Madi was looking more like a hooker with that top and leather shorts.

"And? Why are you here for? I'm waiting on someone important!" Jenna asked, to which Madisyn smiled "To kick your ass... I'm answering your challenge honey. I'm tired of getting overlooked... I will beat your ass and then share it everywhere... I will be a star after this" Said the Nickelodeon girl with a confident smile.

Jenna heard those threats and got pissed off. She really hated that some people coasted off her fame, and even less in the fighting circles. She took a step closer and could see that Madisyn was in fact shorter than her, something that was unusual in Jenna, but gave her an extra boost of confidence. "You think you can beat me? Shit, you are even smaller than me... Fine... I accept your challenge, since I will be done with you soon, I might even beat two sluts tonight"


"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

But in reality, Jenna bit more that she could chew! The fight has been nasty, really bad, with hair pulls, slaps and scratches. It was a wild battle between two young ladies who didn't seem to have it inside them. Madi was able to surprise Jenna with her speed, that could only be countered with the experience of the pettite Latina. And that is visible, as both girls are breathing heavily, all covered in sweat and with their clothes ripped off. Jenna stands in her lace bra and panties, while Madisyn still has those leather shorts on, but the straps of her bra are hanging, threatening going topless anytime soon.

"You bitch... you ruined my dress... How the fuck do you dare to come here and ruin it?!" Jenna says as the two are on their knees in the middle of the room, staring at each other and breathing heavily.

"Who the hell comes to fight in a dress?" Madi answers with a smile as she removes the hair of her face.

"It's called class, something that a street hooker like you wouldn't even know!" Jenna shouts back, clearly pissed off, before she throws herself at Madi. The Nickelodeon girl sees it coming and quickly grabs at Jenna's hair one more time,, tangling those locks together and rolling around. This time is a much slower catball, with their faces and bodies pressed together, trying to dominate each other. And in the end, is Jenna the one who ends up on top.

"You little bitch..." she can't believe she is actually using that "You cost me more than I expected but I beat you!" She says before slamming the back of Madisyn's heada into the carpet. A dizzy Madi can only groan as Jenna smiles and goes for that move again. And again. "Give up before it's UGHHHH!"

A sudden punche would connect with Jenna's stomach, which makes the star of Wednesday fall off and curl up, in a fetal position. Madisyn slowly turns around and gets on her four, crawling her way towards Jenna. She grabs her by the hair and spits her in the face.

"Street hooker?" Another punch lands to Jenna's stomach "You will see... what this hooker can do!" She delivers another punch, which makes Jenna's eyes bulge, almost coming out of its sockets. Madi keeps on going before she smiles and gets on top of Jenna, with a clear thought in mind. She hears how Ortega groans in pain the moment she plants her ass on that stomach, which is slowly going dark, and knows what to do. "Shhhh... sweet dreams" She drops her tits right on Jenna's face, as the straps of her bra are almost at the height of her elbows, and simply enjoys herself. Jenna tries to fight off desperately, kicking her legs like crazy, but she is just too weakened, and all those punches to her stomach have drained all the energy she has, making the Latina slowly start to go to sleep.

Madisyn holds on for a few extra seconds, until she feels the warm saliva of Jenna against her cleavage and smiles. "well, I guess this street hooker kicked your sore ass!" Madi says as she looks down on a sleeping Jenna.
Jenna then wakes up, with tons of messages on her phone. Some of them are from the private app, saying things like "What a loser" (Millie Bobby Brown) and "She got her ass kicked by a nobody" (Ariana Grande). But the worst ones were from her social media as she saw some photos that were really humiliating. Those pictures showe a defeated Jenna, right in between her legs as Madi posed with a smile, and a caption that said.

"My time to shine!"

[the_walkin_dude]

I have been a long fan of this series ever since it started, and due to some sad recent events I have been going back through some old stories to remember the good times. One story caught my attention immediately,and the follow ups by other writers got me all hooked up. So, I will give it a shot and try my best to write a sequel. Hopefully we can get this active again. (Keep in mind, English isn't my first language, so sorry if I make any mistake)

Please, feel free to give me your thoughts on it. I know I'm not an assiduous writer, but I wanted to give my best, and I might write another soon, so I would love some tips

I was randomly wandering through to see what was going on, absolutely did not expect to see a follow-up to that Troi / Brie piece from, good grief, five years ago now? Anyhoo, just wanted to say great work, even though my brunette-loving heart will never fully support a blonde victory. Certainly it's a good motivator for Bellisario to renew their rivalry, no question of that. Once again, excellent work and glad to know you enjoy their pairing too. Keep up the good work!
~RF

[reddmaster9497]

I was randomly wandering through to see what was going on, absolutely did not expect to see a follow-up to that Troi / Brie piece from, good grief, five years ago now? Anyhoo, just wanted to say great work, even though my brunette-loving heart will never fully support a blonde victory. Certainly it's a good motivator for Bellisario to renew their rivalry, no question of that. Once again, excellent work and glad to know you enjoy their pairing too. Keep up the good work!
~RF

Thanks so much for the kind words! It's a big pleasure, especially coming from such a great writer like you. And I know how you feel, I was equally devastated when I read the outcome of the first story (which lead me to write this sequel). And who knows, maybe I write a third part, cause right after it I was quite motivated

[ernest31]

Ella Purnell vs Kiernan Shipka

Ella Purnell (actress: Fallout, Yellowjackets) - 5'3" 117lbs 34-24-34 34B 29 years old

Kiernan Shipka (actress: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) - 5'2" 122lbs 32-23-33 32A 26 years old

Somewhere in a very nice, but unassuming brownstone in New York there is a place of absolute magic. Hair-yanking, clawing, smacking, body-to-body, nasty, real, raw, authentic magic between some of the most beautiful human beings to walk the planet. These gorgeous women, with their lives a mixture of high-stress workloads and long stretches of leisure time, have pooled their resources to pluck up certain properties all around the world. Most in America, but it truly is an international coordination. And the best part? It's all completely secret. The paparazzi have yet to get any verifiable proof of this secretive society. As far as the world is concerned it's just a conspiracy.

Tell that to Ella Purnell and Kiernan Shipka.

Tell that to the deep scratches dug into their bodies.

Tell that to the strands of hair, chocolate mixed with a bright cream soda, that littered the grounds at their feet.

Tell that to the curses they spit at one another when in agony.

Tell that to the involuntary whimpers and whines.

Tell that to the rattling of the century-old authentic oak frames and scuffs in the paint.

A conspiracy? If it was a conspiracy, it was the most painful, thrilling, distressing, enthralling conspiracy these two had ever been involved in.

With their bodies drained from the very real war between them, both Ella and Kiernan's attacks on each other had become more labored. The two women decided to take different approaches. Kiernan decided to go full-force. She could smell the blood in the water. She had made Ella cry a few times and could feel in her gut that she almost got her to submit a few times. But somehow the resourceful Brit had managed to wriggle away. Time and time again, Ella's balance and poise had been on display as well as her tenacity. But Kiernan could just feel it... she was ready to break.

The two of them had settled against a wall, some chipped paint having fallen into their hair and down their sweat-soaked cleavages. What remained of lace nighties clung to their skin. Ella's in particular sported a nice long rip down the left side after Kiernan had gotten particularly pissed off and tackled her to the floor. Ella recovered from that attack, as well. She crawled free from her torment and stumbled to her feet. The ill-tempered blonde took chase, catching up to her and knocking them both hard side-ways into the wall. As they snatched each other's hair, the blonde pressed forward. She smacked her abs forward, slid her legs around, and yanked down HARD.

Ella Purnell fell, her head smacking into the hardwood floor. Those big expressive eyes of hers rolled. This was the moment. Kiernan snatched up the hair and sank her hips down deep onto Ella's exposed tummy. She followed up with a bombardment of slaps that snapped Ella's head back and forth... and suddenly Ella's eyes stopped rolling and got straight real fast. She looked as if she had been sobered up. Perhaps the slaps shook some sense into her, but she seemed to realize this was not the place to be. Her hands came up, nails-first towards her blonde assailant's face. The sharpened hard enamel peeled back Kiernan's soft luxurious skin. And the attack was so sudden, so unexpected, so violent that the woman on top's attacks ceased completely.

Ella was not someone to question gifts. She threw her hips up, tossing the blonde off of her, and rolling on top. She would not make Kiernan's mistake. This girl was going to get put away. And as luck would have it... the blonde had made another mistake. She gave up her back, allowing Ella to hop onto her from behind. With one hand, Ella grabbed the blonde mane of her television rival, cruelly yanking it back before snapping it forward hard into the floor. With a satisfying KA-THUNK, Kiernan's forehead bounced up off of hardwood. Her body slackened. Ella's other hand went into action. She slid it up the smooth glistening neck of her stunned blonde (in Ella's words) *whore* of a rival and then across her supple pink lips. After pinching the bitch's (again, Ella's words) nose closed between her thumb and index finger knuckle, Ella leaned forward. She still controlled the golden yarn still attached to Kiernan's skull and used that to press her down towards the floor even more.

Then, Ella's legs came into play. Locked ankles. Squeezed thighs. Straining calves. And out came the moans. But they had nowhere to go except straight into Ella's hand. The long, drawn-out, feminine moans of a woman getting squeezed the fuck out by her thighs made Ella's nipples stiffen. It made her heart race. She wanted to do it again. So she squeezed harder. And Kiernan moaned louder. She pushed forward, causing the back of her own hand to be on the floor, acting as a barrier between Kiernan's mouth and it. But even with her hand between the floor and Kiernan's mouth, Ella could push the blonde's head down hard enough that she could feel her the tip of her nose bend like rubber. Then she felt the hot warm breath stream out of the restricted orifices and she felt even more powerful.

Ella leaned down into her victim's ear and said, "I can keep squeezing you all day, bitch. But if you wanna give up, now's a good time."

After another few squeezes and one final pathetic scramble from Kiernan, the blonde's body fully relaxed underneath the brunette. She moaned again. This one was the loudest. It came from somewhere deep down inside of her. It was the moan of defeat. A primal signal that Ella just instinctively recognized. It was a sound she would carry with her everywhere she went. It was a sound she wanted to hunt for forever.

Then, finally, a quieter moan came out. This one sounded like the vague formation of words. So, Ella moved her way away from Kiernan's mouth ever so slightly. She yanked on the blonde hair once more and asked for clarification.

"I give up..." moaned Kiernan. And finally, Ella released her. She stood over her once threatening younger rival, but now that Ella had heard the sound of her breaking... well, she could only look down at her with an odd mix of disdain and pity. She knew she did not want to be like that ever in her life. And yet, she also knew this feeling right now of pure unbridled verifiable superiority was well worth that risk.

And so, Ella Purnell found herself fully hooked into the so-called "conspiracy" of the celebrity catfight world.






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Please note that while AI was used to generate images, AI was NOT used in the writing of the story at all. I write the stories I post. I will continue to write the stories I post.

what AI generator did you you this looks incredible

[reddmaster9497]

Hey there everybody! I know the thread is kinda dead lately, but I still enjoy to do some stuff in this format from time to time. So, with that in mind and since is October, I thought of writing a little matchup that has been in my head for a while. Hope you enjoy!

Scream Queens: Mary Elizabeth Winstead vs Samara Weaving




The sun slowly is slowly setting down on the horizon. A car drives down Route 66, on its way to Los Angeles. A long drive for anyone trying to reach their destiny, an escape for those with a desire to feel free. The night is catching up on the car, and after too many hours of roadtrip, it's time to rest. On the right side, a motel can be seen. Nothing to fancy, but will do the work. The driver decides to give it a go, and parks the car at the entrance. Outside, the Halloween decoration seems to be all set up. A bit too early for the pumpkins and spiderwebs, but maybe that's the spirit here. The man is about to enter the reception, when a piercing sound suddenly freezes him before the door, feeling how the heart might pop out at any moment.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Hours earlier...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

A loud scream could be heard coming from one of the rooms in the motel. The only few that have booked a room there came out to see what was going on. The screams came from room 13. Everyone was worried and scared, as they seemed to be from someone in danger. A few men try to approached it, only to be surprised by that same sound once again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

People quickly ran away, as it seemed like there's nothing to be done there. They tried to upon the door, but it was closed, and every attempt to force it open once again was quickly meat with disturbing grunts and heavy breathings, as if there was some kind of possessed beast in there. The owner of the motel was nowhere to be seen, and the noise kept getting louder and more worrying. Quickly, the motel was emptied, and those screams were heard by nobody in the desert.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

But what was actually inside the room? Was it a possessed beast? Well, the truth it wasn't one beast, but two in there. Two beautiful possessed beasts trying to beat each other down as they could. One with a blonde hair and the other brunette. One younger and one older. The two "beasts" were non other than Samara Weaving and Mary Elizabeth Winstead.

The two had been going at it for a long time, but the origin of all of this was much simple, even dumber. Samara rise to stardom brought her the title of New Scream Queen, which made jealousy come out on the older actress. Those first few indirects from Mary turned into indirect attacks from Samara. And the indirects turned into threats, and then into an exchange of messages... A rolling ball that ended up crushing into this, a fight between the two to find out who was the true Scream Queen. The place was perfect, a cheap motel in the middle of nowhere, where only one would come out victorious. A room booked for the whole night, and just one key, and neither one was going to come out until they were done with the other.

Winstead was wearing her cheerleader outfit, the one from the movie Death Proof, the same one that made her earn that monicker of Scream Queen back in the day, one that showed off her impressive long legs. Meanwhile, Samara wore something similar, but showing off her abs and tonified midsection. Didn't did matter that, cause the outfits would soon be ruined, with each one ending up fighting in just their bras and skirts.

That was the origin of all the screams and grunts coming from Room 13. A secret that nobody knew about... But those screams weren't exactly from pain. It were something completely different.


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Samara screamed right at Winstead's ear, as she had her older foe trapped in between her legs, for a bodyscissors that could try to snap someone into pieces. The brunette had lost her top a long time ago and that black bra didn't offer much protection. Samara laughed as she wanted to show why she was the new Scream Queen, and what better way to do it than by leaving her opponent completely deaf with the power of her screaming. She held Winstead by her brunette hair and brought her ear close to her mouth, so she could actually hurt Mary with it. And it worked, as Winstead had to close her eyes, as the sound of Samara's voice was actually piercing through her ear drums.

"You realize now why I'm the new queen? My voice can actually deafen you if I wanted!"

Samara laughed as she had Mary in a world of torture with that bodyscissors and the continuous screaming right next to her ear. But Samara didn't count with Winstead's experience playing on her side as she grabbed at Weaving by her hair, taking advantage of that close position, and started to yank back as hard as she could, before finally managing to wrench Samara's head back enough to bring her ear close to her mouth so she could show that she had that same weapon of her own.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The scream from Winstead was loud, really loud, to the point that some of the windows of the room were shaking from the power behind it. But the one taking the worst part was definitely Samara, who could hear how the scream of her big foe was not only deafening, but it was slowly piercing her ear drums. She closed her eyes and instinctively brought her hands up to try covering her ears, while letting go of the bodyscissors that were doing her wonders. But Mary didn't stop, she kept screaming out loud, for a long time, until she managed to wrap her legs around Samara's body, returning the bodyscissors. That's the moment when the scream slowly faded away, as Winstead took that moment to rest and gather up some oxygen.

"You are no queen... Just a bitch with a high pitched voice... but... don't worry Nghhh... I will make sure nobody hears you screaming after this!"

Winstead said as she squeezed Samara's abs in between her long and powerful legs. The blonde grunted in pain, but not exactly from the pressure given by those pythons that were wrapped around her. In fact, her abs were holding up pretty good. What hurt her was the mix of sweat that rubs against the claw marks from MEW's attacks. Five red roads that went all the way up, from her lower abs right until the baby blue bra that held those jugs together. She felt that stinging pain was annoying, and tried to squirm free. But Winstead is probably way tougher than she expected and every move was answered with more pressure.

Weaving tried to reach for Mary's hair, but failed as Winstead simply leaned back. She tried to open the legs, but was quickly answered by a powerful squeeze from the blonde. She tried to reach for the brunette's hair, but Winstead only threw her head back, avoiding the claws of Weaving getting anywhere close to her face.

"Just admit it, you are done, you can't get out this any time sooAHHHHHHHHH!"

This time the scream wasn't a weapon but a reaction due to Samara's action, as she brought her claws out and gave Winstead a bit of her own medicine, scratching from her crotch all the way up to her abs. That pain was too much, and MEW had to open her legs just to ease the pain, letting a wild and furious beast free.

The blonde didn't waste a single second, and she quickly pushed Winstead down on her back and climbed on top of her. Her hands pinned down by the blonde's, who slowly put more pressure on them as she was bending over. Samara placed her head right in between Winstead's arms and head, putting her lips so close to the ear of the brunette. Her tongue came out, licked her lips and smiled before opening her mouth and screaming out loud from the top of her lungs.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The whole room was shaking from it, and Winstead tried to squirm as she felt like something was ringing inside her head, with the scream of Samara bouncing around her skull. She tried to protest, but the moment that Samara stopped screaming, she brought her tits down onto Winstead's face, smothering her.

"Now, nobody will hear YOUR screams and for one good reason... well, two"

The blonde laughed in a maniacal way as she looked at what was underneath her. MEW could only kick her legs like crazy, and her eyes started to bulge out, as if they were about to come out at any moment. Samara was enjoying herself, but she was starting to get annoyed with all the kicking, and quickly tried to find a solution to that. She wrapped her legs around Winstead's and started to spread them wide, not realizing that was a fatal mistake.

If Winstead is known for something is for the power of her lower body, as well as her screams, and the moment she got her legs spread, she saw that as a challenge, and quickly started to put all her efforts in trying to take control of that. She spread her legs further than what Samara intended, breaking up the grip on her and being free. Quickly, she thrashed around and managed to bring a right leg right in between them, and start to push against Samara's hips... until she accidentally hit her crotch.

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Samara moaned out loud and quickly got off Winstead to try to stop that pain on her crotch. Winstead on the other hand, didn't even take a deep breath. She went for the blonde and got right behind her, wrapping her arms around Samara's throat and her legs around the blonde's. It was something to make sure she couldn't escape. Slowly she started to spread her legs, forcing Samara to open them wide. Then, the left hand covered the mouth of Samara, while the other one moved down to start clawing at her midsection in the exact same way she did to her, from the crotch to her lower tits. And to make sure that Weaving didn't move, she placed her lips right next to the right ear of Samara.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Winstead screamed out loud, stopping any action from Samara, who felt like her brain was about to explode. She couldn't even scream, though she was feeling a lot of pain with her legs being spread wild and her whole body clawed in a bad way. She was trying to do it, but they got all muffled by the hand of MEW covering it. And Winstead knew it, she could feel how it damped her palm with every attempt to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The scream was loud again, but shorter this time. She could notice that Samara was moving slower and slower, as if her own body was struggling to react to it. That moment, Winstead changed tactics and let go of Samara's legs to instead wrap them around her body, going for a strong bodyscissors, trying to drain each and every single bit of energy she had left in her.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Another strong, but powerful scream, and Samara started to feel dizzy. Her body started to feel numb, and was even worse when Winstead actually pinched her nose. The brunette was smiling and struggling to not let her go and enjoy. But she had one more in her.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh"

Almost like a soft moan, Mary whispered this time into Samara's ear, as she finally stopped moving, leaning back onto Winstead, passed out. The brunette saw that and quickly let her fall down, dropping on the carpet floor, visibly out. A smile came into Mary's face as she got up and put her foot on the chest of a knocked out Samara.

"I'm the Scream Queen, and as such, I will make sure MINE is the only one heard"

Back to the present...

bzzz... bzzz... bzzz... bzzz...

Samara wakes up feeling how something is vibrating right on her chest. She looks around, and everything is dark. She has no idea where she is, as she only remembers being trapped in Winstead's arms and legs. She looks down and can see a light on her body she grabs it as it's her cellphone. When she opens it she has a message.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty. You may wonder where you are, but don't worry, it will be sorted out quite soon. Somebody will come for you tomorrow to open up your new cage... unless you manage to get out first. I just wanted to make sure nobody could hear your screaming again. Enjoy Halloween!

The One and only Scream Queen, Mary Elizabeth Winstead"

Then Weaving realizes she was trapped. She starts to bang at the lid of the box she is in, but nobody hears her. She hears some footsteps and tries to scream out loud, but nobody takes her seriously as she is trapped inside the coffin that was set as decorations for the motel. She is now part of the Halloween props.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

[Hannibal]

Hi, would you like to write a story about Inde Navarrette and Sadie Sink catfight?

[Hannibal]