Flashback 1980: Sybil Danning vs Caroline Munro
Sybil and Caroline grunted as they struggled against one another in their test of strength, the sweat glistening on their lush bodies as their arms trembled from the exertions. The two longtime rivals had been battling to a veritable stalemate, and now they were nearing their points of exhaustion. Still, they battled on, neither willing to so much as consider for a moment surrendering to the other.
Eventually, one might have been able to overpower the other, but Danning was too impatient to wait and see. Instead, she suddenly thrusted her knee up, slamming it into her rival's lower belly right at the waistband of her bikini briefs. Munro let out a gasping groan of pain and her legs buckled, sending her down to her knees. The blonde released her opponent's hands and delivered a daze-inducing double blow: as Sybil drove her knee up into the brunette's chin, she simultaneously drilled her elbow into the crown of Caroline's skull. With a stunned moan, Munro fell to her back.
Sittings astraddle her rival's belly, Sybil grabbed her foe's bikini halter and yanked it off, freeing Munro's breasts...which were just the targets which the blonde turned her attention to next. Danning's stiletto-like fingers squeezed, twisted, kneaded and yanked Caroline's breasts, causing the Brit to howl and sob in anguish. The mauling left Munro spent and helpless, yet still she would not submit. Thus, Sybil turned herself around so that she was facing her adversary's lower body. And then with extreme viciousness, she clamped a clawhold upon Caroline's groin. Munro shrieked in agony, her body squirming and contorting, but she was unable to break free. Ultimately, the pain was too great, and the brunette's eyes fluttered shut as she tumbled into unconsciousness. And Sybil, triumphantly stood up and placed a foot upon her fallen rival's chest to strike her victory pose.
Heather Locklear vs Bella Thorne
It had been years since Heather had competed in the Hollywood catfight league, and she had sworn she was retired for good. But after her daughter, Ava, was so savagely beaten and embarrassed in her debut match against Bella, Locklear demanded a match to "put that red-headed bitch in her place!" Thorne readily agreed, happy at the opportunity to defeat two generations from one family.
There were certainly of people who were cheering Heather on. Since Bella's inaugural match early in the year, the redhead has gone undefeated. More so, she has proven she takes a devilish delight in humbling and humiliating her opponents. There were plenty of fighters and spectators alike in the elite sport who wanted to see the arrogant teen taken down a peg...or ten. And great hope was invested in the veteran being the woman who finally does it. And in the opening minutes of the match, it appeared that Heather would indeed achieve that. Time may have slowed her a bit, but she remained as brilliant a combatant as she was in her youth, and it was all Thorne could do to keep her defenses up and not be overwhelmed by the blonde.
But the passage of time also robbed Locklear of her endurance, and she proved unable to maintain the exhaustive pace of her assault. That gave Bella the opening she needed to turn the tide, and soon enough she had the older woman at her mercy. The redhead took special delight in making Heather scream, as she subjected the blonde to an array of particularly punishing holds, each more devastating than the one before it..
Finally, snared in an agonizing camel clutch, Heather could withstand the agony no longer. Tears streaming down her face, she sobbed, "N-no more...I submit!" But with a sly smirk and an arch of her eyebrow, Bella replied, "Oh, it's not going to be as easy as that, grandma. You see, you disrespected me, and now you're going to have to convince me you're sincere." Leaning close to her victim's ear, Thorne whispers a few words. Heather sobs, "No...never!" in response, but a sharp yank of her chin drew forth a yelp of pain, and crumbled the last of the veteran's resistance. Swallowing what was left of her pride, Locklear hissed, "You are so much better than me, Ms. Thorne." Smiling, Bella leaned in again and whispered a few more instructions. Choking back tears, Heather continued: "I'm no match for you, and you're better than I ever was. You're sexier and smarter, too. Neither my daughter or I are fit to kiss your feet."
"There's a good old bitch," Bella sneers, giving Locklear's spine one last yank with another pull of her chin before releasing the blonde. Bella stands up and flexes her arms as she stands over her beaten opponent. Two spectators then help the battered and exhausted Heather up to her feet and, her arms slung over their shoulders, they gingerly help her back to her room. As she passes the smirking Bella, Heather coldly growls, "I don't care if I have to work with her every day, and I don't care who else I have to bring in to help train her, but I swear Ava is going to pay you back, you black-hearted bitch!" Thorne merely gives a scoffing laugh, unperturbed by the threat.
