[NicoleS]

"Alright, now let's meet our ladies! First up, at 5'7", she's got this whole fighting thing under lock and key, give it up for miss Michelle Trachtenbergggggg!" the announcer shouted, revving up the crowd that filled the stadium to its brim. It was a full house as every seat was accounted for, with the world wanting a resolution to the last fight between the two ladies.

Scorpions' 'Rock You Like a Hurricane' blasts through the speakers as the leggy brunette bombshell appears at the top of the ramp. Wearing a tight black pair of Lycra pants and a matching tanktop, the brunette descends down the ramp as she blows kisses and slaps hands with her fans, before climbing the steps and entering the ring. She leans against the ropes, arching her back as her breasts press against her top, her nipples brushing against the fabric and showing that she's sans bra for this fight. One less thing for her opponent to grab is her reasoning, and the fans' rejoice doesn't hurt either. She looked back over her shoulders as she heard her music replaced with another song, and knew what that meant. She licked her lips as she watched Jennifer Lawrence appear at the end of the aisle.

"And now, make some noise for her opponent, who's got a real hunger for revenge, she stands at 5'9", let's hear it for miss Jennifer... Lawrenceeeeeee!" boomed the announcer as the audience roared their approval, a touch louder than Michelle's own applause much to the brunette's irritation. Everyone loves a goody-two-shoes, she reasoned to herself. ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ by Queen begins to play and out walks the slender, buxom blonde as she saunters down the aisle. Clad in a pink sports bra and booty shorts, Jen flashes the crowd a confident smile as she climbs the steel steps into the ring, having ran down the aisle with her hands outstretched as her fans desperately tried to make a connection with their own flapping limbs. Once inside, she greets Nicole S, the producer for the event, and leans against the rope opposite her opponent as Nicole waits for the audience to clamour down.

"Alright, girls, you've both had time to prepare for this fight, and I think we can all mutually agree that no matter the outcome, it's going to be a hell of a bout!" Nicole said, prompting the audience to roar as Nicole held her hand up to simmer them, "Now, you both have a lot of experience in the ring. So I'll ask you each this, and think carefully, because whatever you choose will be how you end this fight. So, Michelle, what move will you utilize to beat Jen?"

"Easy, Nicole," Michelle piped up as Nicole handed her the mic, and she took a few steps into the centre of the ring, "Just like Jenny managed to squeeze herself into that itty bitty sports bra to make her tits look bigger, I'm gonna squeeze her out between my legs in a traditional, simplistic but effective... Head Scissors!"

"And Jen, same question?" Nicole asked, turning the mic towards the blonde.

"Well, Michelle proved last time that even her itty bitty, as she likes to say, tits - B cups, weren't they, Mich? - can smother a girl out. But I want to show her how a pair of C cups does the job, so I'll be subjecting Mish here to my very effective... Breast Smother!" Jen said with a giggle as she stuck her breasts out, earning a few claps and cheers from her respective fanbase. Jen flashed Michelle a smirk as she backed up to her corner, knowing the brunette was steamed now.

"I love what I'm hearing, ladies. Now, let your bodies do the talking now. On my mark, okay?" Nicole said as both ladies nodded, glaring at each other as they bent their knees ever slightly, "May the best woman win! Three, two, one, FIGHT!"

DING!

Both women shot out of their corners toward the center of the ring. They each began to circle one another carefully, waiting for an opening to pounce. Both clearly wanted to throw caution to the wind and leap right into things, but they knew there was a lot riding on remaining safe. One wrong move by either one of them could spell victory for the other down the road. They dipped in and out of arms' reach, hands touching and kicks reflected as both tried to get in that one shot they needed to snowball. They grunt as their hair is pulled roughly, only to break free and continue searching for that one opening to attack. For Jen, that opportunity soon arrives as she manages to slam a shoulder into Michelle's abdomen, knocking the brunette into the ropes behind them. Michelle grunted as her back struck the turnbuckle, as Jen followed through her attack with a hard slap across Michelle's face that would leave a red welt later in the night.

Michelle tried to punch back but Jen easily intercepted the brunette's hand in her own palm, baring down hard on Michelle's fist as the latter was forced unceremoniously to her knees. Only a rather dirty shot to Jen's womanhood freed her from her predicament as the brunette jumped back to her feet, shaking her wounded hand as she hopped in place, ready to jump back on the offensive.

But Jen did not so much as flinch, not even as Michelle came close enough that their foreheads could press together. Jen simply thrust her head forehead, nearly busting Michelle’s nose as the brunette stumbled backwards. Jen immediately rushed forward, her big tits jiggling in her white tank she was wearing sans bra. She slams her shoulder into Michelle’s torso as her momentum carries the leggy brunette into the ropes with a crash, “Ooooow!" Michelle groaned as Lawrence rained down punch after punch into Michelle’s abdomen, doubling over the older actress with each blow. Michelle sagged against the ropes as Jen pressed in closer, her body gyrating against the brunette’s crotch and bust as Michelle let out an sudden, ear-splitting moan.

“I always knew you were a bit of a dyke, but geez--who knew you got off on other women sexually outmatching you, too,” Jen taunted as she felt Michelle’s pert nipples rapidly hardening, poking against her own stubs as the blonde ground her larger tits into Michelle’s pair. The lithe beauty squeezed her eyes shut as Jen's nipples easily outdueled her own, driving them back into Michelle’s titflesh and threatening to invert them all together. Jen then yanked Michelle by the hair, pulling her close enough to growl in the brunette’s ear words only she could hear, “This isn't going to be like last time, sweet cheeks, cause now I own your ass." she hissed as she took a hand and pinched Michelle's cheek.

"Unnnnnnggghhhhh!!" Michelle grunted in frustration.

Being insulted like that gave the brunette a much needed shot of adrenaline. Gritting her teeth in rage while her eyes burned passionately, Michelle leaned forward from the ropes despite Lawrence's body pinning her down, and with adept speed even she herself did not believe she had, the brunette threw a headbutt straight for the bridge of Jen's nose. But even with her lightning fast speed, Jen proved too fast. The blonde moved her head out of the way at the last moment and responded to the brash attack with a sweep of her legs, which crashed into Michelle’s and knocked the girl off her feet. A cry of anguish escaped Michelle’s red lips as she collapsed to the floor. with a heavy thud of the canvas. Her eyes fluttered as she realised just how stupid she had been.

She was more careful than this, dammit! But Jen brought out the worst in her, and made her see a constant red whenever they stepped into the ring together. And now she was in trouble.

Jen pinned Michelle's wrists to the floor, trapping the overly-confident brunette beneath her as she brings up a palm and drops it on Michelle's face, digging her hand into the brunette's features as Michelle begins to thrash beneath her. Then suddenly, BAM, goes Michelle's knee as it impacts Lawrence's stomach, the smacking sound of flesh bringing a cruel smile to Michelle's lips as Jen lets out a loud groan. Michelle frees her wrists from Jen's grip and grabs her tormentor by her hair, pulling her head backward as Jen is forced to look up towards the skylights as she cries louder in frustration. Both women are devolving into a catfight as they now have each other's hair seized in their grips, but Jen is still on top. She manages to get her foot in front of her, and after a brief struggle between the two of them, she manages to get her foot planted right on Michelle's windpipe, and presses down as she tries to choke the brunette out for an easy win. Michelle's face begins to turn a shade of violet as Jen crushes her throat with the sole of her bare foot.

Michelle lets go of Jen's hair immediately and grabs the brunette's foot with both hands, her own legs thrashing out as she struggles valiantly for air. After nearly a minute of choking out, Michelle finally managing to lift Jen's foot, knocking the blonde off onto the floor. Michelle grabbed Jen by her platinum blonde hair immediately, spinning the Oscar-winning actress around the ring before releasing her to crash into the turnbuckle.

As Michelle came within range, Jennifer offered the feisty brunette a swift kick to the abdomen, knocking the air from Michelle’s lungs. Michelle recovered from the blow quicker than Jen would have preferred, and returned the attack with a crack of her hand, bitch slapping Jen’s cheek hard enough to leave it red. Jen touched her cheek, pain coursing through her face as Michelle gave her zero opportunity to recover. The Buffy alumni grabbed Jen by the shoulders and thrust her harder into the turnbuckle, forcing her own body and chest against Jen’s taller frame. Their breasts pressed together as both girls continued to breathe hard. Jen’s boobs were slightly larger, though Michelle’s were not too far off. Michelle continued to crush Jen against the turnbuckle, the weight of her body against Jen’s forcing the blonde to grit her teeth in discomfort as Michelle raked her lovely endowments across Jen’s heaving bust.

“So...” Michelle grunted as she pressed her tits up harder against Jen’s, while forcing her damp forehead against the younger actress as neither girl refused to break eye contact, “...still think that blondes are superior to brunettes, you cheap ass whore?” Jennifer grunted in response, thrusting her chest forward until Michelle’s breasts began to feel mild resistance from the Hunger Games starlet.

The girl’s dueling chests had brought the audience to the edges of their seats. While Jennifer’s C cups mushroomed around Michelle’s smaller B cups, the brunette was having quite the trouble wrapping up the titfight as both pairs consistently fought back and forth from even. Michelle gritted her teeth as she attempted to push her boobs further out, putting one leg forward in an attempt to work her superior position. Despite having Jennifer crushed against the turnbuckle, Michelle was finding it increasingly difficult to contend with the size advantage of Jen’s rack. Both sets pressed into each other evenly as both girls continued to strain, while perspiration began to build above their cleavages, not at all hidden in thanks to their tightly-fitted brassieres.

Finally, Michelle had enough of this power struggle. Sensing neither Jen’s breasts nor her own would ever come out on top, she gave the blonde a knee into the groan that had Jen wheezing for breath.

Alyson Hann.igan, who had been chosen to referee the match if she agreed not to be biased in favour of her three year co-star, was about to intervene after witnessing the brunette’s low blow. In response, Michelle reached for Lawrence’s bra, and slipped the cups down as she exposed Jen’s wonders to the exhilarated crowd. Alyson was among one of the many to stare at the impressive rack unleashed before her, and subtly groped her own breasts beneath her skintight referee uniform as she shrugged off the rather below-the-belt move Michelle had done. Meanwhile, Lawrence could not believe Michelle had just unleashed her breasts in front of the whole crowd, and gave the brunette a hard punch to the face that came like a whip. Dazed from the blow, Trachtenberg could only watch as Jen soon got Michelle onto her back, then dropped down on top of her, cupping her hands beneath her opponent’s head as she dug her taut ass against the small of Michelle’s back and finally pulled.

Michelle groaned loudly as her head was pulled upwards at an ungodly angle, eyes fluttering towards the ceiling lights as her body was unnaturally bent into a C-like curvature. Her lovely breasts continuously threatened to pop out of the tight black tank-top she had worn as her once-modest cleavage grew more noticeable by the second - much to the audience’s satisfaction. She hiked up her top to save herself from the inevitable nip slip she knew would come, continuing to shriek like a banshee as she bucked wildly against the devastating camel clutch. After finally delivering an elbow to the blonde's chin, the fuming Trachtenberg managed to regain a vertical stance as she fixed a narrow-eyed glare on her tormentor. Both women were drenched in sweat, eying one another as neither refused to break the staring contest between them.

It was finally clear to everyone that this wasn't just a friendly rivalry anymore - both women absolutely hated each other.

“You should be used to people seeing these pathetic things by now!” Michelle spat as she finally looked down at Jen's bare breasts, which the crowd had bore witness to during the ladies' previous fight, “Though, I suppose I would be just as embarrassed if they had to compete for attention against my beauties.”

With that, Michelle removed her own top, letting her lovely tits bounce out into view with zero shame. Michelle then threw Jennifer to the ground by the girl’s ponytail after a succession of back-and-forth punches and kicks, managing to straddle  Lawrence's body as her long, toned legs wrapped around Jen’s torso. The blonde's arms struggled to pry Michelle’s impossible powerful legs from her waist, but of course that was not going to happen any time soon. Michelle squeezed her thighs in response, sending a jolt through Jen's body as the blonde let another grunt escape her lips. Michelle's expression was filled with sadistic joy as she listened to Jen continuously groan while beating her heels against the mat. As she wound down, Michelle blew a loose stand of hair out of her eyes as she leaned forward to whisper in Lawrence's ear, “Ready to give up?”

“N-Never!” was Jen's defiant response, which sounded much less impressive when it was followed by a soft grunt as Michelle gifted the blonde with another pulse of her legs, "God...dammit... you're one... crazy bitch!"

But as the pressure is ramped up considerably, it begins to dawn on the blonde that she should be conserving her oxygen in stead of replying to every snap that Michelle throws at her. She had seriously underestimated the strength of her opponent's legs, and as Michelle continued to increase the pressure across her ribs, Jen felt as if she were literally being squeezed in half!

Apparently Michelle wasn't the only one who wanted to offer Jen a reprieve. Alyson soon knelt down next to Jen as she groaned between the crushing power of Michelle's body scissors, “Come on, Jen, just submit.” but Lawrence stubbornly shook her head, her eyes clenched shut as her modest breasts heaved up and down. She wasn’t about to give in to this bitch. Despite Lawrence's constant groaning and pathetic clawing of Michelle's steely legs, even the strongest pulse from the brunette's thighs wasn’t enough to get Jen's surrender. Knowing the lithe beauty’s crushing thighs were just too strong to pry apart, the desperate blonde positioned her palms by her sides and began to bridge upwards against the mat as hard as she could.

Jen squeezed her eyes shut as she pushed hard. Michelle gasped as she clamped her ballet-trained legs down tighter, but Lawrence only barely managed to power through the increased resistance. As Lawrence's body arched further up, Michelle soon found herself unable to maintain her scissors as Jen finally broke free from the brunette’s vice-like grip.

Michelle slowly rose to her feet but Jen had already beaten her to it; seeking to finally put an end to this debacle. She grabbed the Buffy actress by a fistful of her hair, causing Michelle to let out a shrill shriek. She pawed at Lawrence's cruel grip on her luscious brunette hair as the younger woman yanked Michelle harshly to her feet, until the two are standing mere inches from one another. Both women were panting heavily by now, their long hair matted to their foreheads. As Michelle felt Jen tugging her luscious brunette locks from her head, she snapped upwards to offer the brunette a venomous glare as she spat at the younger woman as their naked breasts slapped together.

"Let... me... GO!" she roared, stressing each syllable as she smashed her forehead right into Jen's skull, breaking the latter's grip on her hair as Jen stumbled backwards.

Michelle wasted no time, shoving Jen to the ground before the blonde could regain her balance. Michelle then spun around and let drop her unmatched derriere right onto Jen’s heaving breasts. At least... she tried. Jen curled her knees into her chest, as just before Michelle's butt could impact her tits, Jen used her legs to kick Michelle right in her ass and knock her forward! Jen climbed to her feet just as Michelle came back at her... and with a loud, unfeminine grunt of exertion, seized the brunette by the throat and lifted her in the air with a sudden burst of adrenaline. Michelle's eyes popped open wide as her feet only barely grazed the canvas as she dangled in the air, until after a second, Jen used the brunette's momentum to choke slam her into the ground with a massive thud that shook the room!

Michelle's fans immediately went quiet as Lawrence sneered at them, then to their fallen heroine. She knelt down on her knees, and unceremoniously planted her bare-naked 34Cs down onto Michelle's face in a finishing breast smother!

"Mmmppphhhhh!! Mmmmpphhhhh!!" Michelle protested as she tried to push Lawrence away from her so she could breathe. However, Jen grapevined her legs though so that Michelle could not use her limbs to her advantage and simply rode Michelle out until the brunette eventually exhausted herself, keeping her big breasts firmly over Michelle's face at all times, "Mmmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhhhh!"

“You're finished, sweet cheeks,” said a tired Jen as she kept the breast smother on. "It feels like I'm nursing you with my big tits in your face. But it's like I told you earlier in the night - I own you. And this is proof of that. You beneath my tits, anytime I want. Now, feel free to go to sleep, cause you must be tired. Why else are you not talking? Oooooh, that's right, the smother! I guess a face full of tit makes it hard to reply, doesn't it?"

Michelle stamped her feet in protest as she continued to push at Lawrence's shoulders as hard as she could, but it was just no use - Lawrence was too dead set on winning and she only proved it more by wrapping both of her arms behind Michelle's head, plunging the brunette's cute face even more tightly against her bosom.

After a near minute of this torture, Michelle at last breathed her last into Jen's rack before submitting to the darkness as the lights finally went out for her. Her struggling soon ceased altogether.

Jen at last stood up, letting Michelle's head bounce against the floor without a care for the brunette. The victorious actress stood over her opponent, chest heaving, hands on her hips as she admired her good work. Alyson begrudgingly lifted her arm in the air in victory as Jen grinned ear to ear. She'd gotten her revenge, and it tasted good.

But she was still hungry for more.