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Kiernan Shipka vs Dafne Keen



The luxurious penthouse high above Manhattan had played host to many battles, but few as intense as this one.  Although both still relative newcomers to catfighting, Kiernan and Dafne had demonstrated remarkable skill, fueled by an almost savage ferocity.  The elite gathering of spectators sat in rapt attention as both beauties pummeled one another in a contest that was largely a stalemate...at least until now.

It's hard to say just how Shipka managed to gain control of the fight.  Perhaps her endurance was proving superior, maybe Keen made some small tactical error that was imperceptible to the onlookers, but had not been missed by the eye of her adversary.  Or possibly the cosmic goddesses of warfare had simply decided to tilt the advantage to blonde.  But whatever the case, Kiernan was mercilessly slapping, kneeing, punching, slamming and stomping Dafne, rendering the quivering brunette all but hapless.

All that was left for Shipka was to finish off her rival.  But then she paused, as if she was pondering a sudden new idea.

Without a word, Kiernan grabbed Dafne by her damp and tangled dark mane and hauled her up to her feet, then dragged her stumbling over to the sliding doors which overlooked the penthouse's spacious balcony.  Throwing open the door, a blast of wintry night air blew into the room, and the blonde pulled the battered brunette outside.  They halted in front of a seven foot tall stainless steel statue sitting in the center of the patio, a replica of the famed "Valkyrie" piece.



The skimpy bikinis of the two combatants offered scant protection from the bitter air as it whipped around them, their skin already reddening from the cold.  But while Dafne was shivering, Kiernan...like a Nordic warrior queen...paid the winter no mind.  Using her foot, she pushed at the back of each of her rival's knees, forcing her to kneel in the snow before the statue.  Then, a malicious glint in her eye, her golden hair billowing in the breeze, Shipka threw a kick to her rival's kidneys, making Keen shriek in pain.  And at that same moment, the blonde pushed her victim's face forward, Dafne's tongue touching the metal statue.

And with that, the brunette's saliva instantly froze to the steel, trapping her there in an eternal kiss of the Valkyrie's foot.  Beaming with satisfaction, Kiernan turned and walked back into the penthouse, where one guest quickly threw his suit jacket over her to warm her.  Other guests rushed out to the balcony with a cup of warm tea, carefully pouring it over the mewling Dafne's tongue to gently melt the ice that fastened her to the statue.  That achieved, she was likewise brought back inside, where a hot shower could at least warm her up, if not wash away the emotional grime of defeat.  Shortly thereafter the loser was escorted back to her Midtown hotel, where she cried until the dawn.

As for Shipka, as the winner, she was granted complete use of the penthouse for a week, and the first thing she did was settle into a hot bubble bath in the sunken tub, sipping a glass of bourbon to warm her insides, and to bask in her triumph.

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Sarah Abbott vs Akira Akbar




Ordinarily, one would only find the major figures among the elite spectators who enjoy celebrity catfighting to be rearranging their busy schedules to make certain they can attend a match to do so for battles featuring only the very best among the veterans.

But an exception are those occasions when two young rookies make their debut matches together.  Should either or both go on to glorious heights of combat in the years to come, it would be a badge of honor for anyone to be able to say that they were there to witness their very first fight.

Such is the case on this night, when two fresh-faced 18 year olds, Sarah and Akira, face one another in a penthouse high above the streets of Manhattan before a select audience of a dozen.

From the moment both nubile young battlers entered the spacious living room, the air was electric with their intensity.  There was no denying the fact that both girls were determined to beat the other and establish her newborn fighting career with a victory.  And as the subsequent battle wore on, it was clear that each had been well-trained in catting combat, although their lack of experience was obvious.  Their bodies moved like young colts, often awkward and clumsy, but nevertheless with a sublime athletic grace overall.

It proved to be a tremendous battle, with the advantage swaying back and forth between the two, but with neither able to maintain control for long.  But ultimately, exhaustion threatened to doom both of them, as their sweat-soaked bodies quivered from their fast-fading strength, so Akira and Sarah each made one last-ditch effort to overcome the other.  They brawled ferociously, snarling like jungle cats as hair was yanked, flesh scratches, limbs twisted, and bodies hammered by merciless fists. 

Suddenly, after what seemed like an unyielding stalemate, one beauty managed to get behind her rival, and she snaked her right arm across her foe's throat, tightening firmly against her windpipe in a chokehold, while with her free hand she deftly covered her victims eyes; someone had obviously advised her that in the heat of battle, robbing your adversary of the primary sense of sight can put them into a panic, and reduce them to helplessness.  And so it proved to be now, as the embattled young woman, gasping haplessly for breath, could mount no counter greater than to feebly slap at the arm of her tormentor.  Soon enough, her movements grew sluggish and her wheezing slowed to a low pant.  And then her body went limp, signaling that she was knocked out.

The loser's body slumped to the carpeted floor and lay there, motionless save for the heaving of her chest as her lungs greedily sucked in oxygen, and an unconscious quiver in her right leg.  Tears trickled from her closed eyelids.

Rising up on unsteady legs, wiping damp hair away from her eyes, the triumphant Sarah planted her foot on Akira's belly and raised her arms, striking her very first victory pose, as the room erupted with the cheers of the enraptured onlookers.