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New Year's Eve:  Penny vs Max



Their Christmas-themed fight earlier in the month having been such a tremendous success, it came as no surprise that the powers-that-be in the apartment wrestling league brought New York waitress Max and Los Angeles waitress Penny back together for New Year's Eve.  The setting is a penthouse high above Chicago, and both battlers begin garbed only in matching white bikini bottoms.  Given the animosity between the two arch-rivals, and their fierce desire to begin the new year with a victory over the other, the intensity of this battle is at a fiery peak.  And as in all of their previous encounters, the two buxom beauties are so evenly matched that neither can hold the upper hand for long.  Inevitably though, exhaustion and frustration will lead to one making a small, almost imperceptible error...the only question being whether her nemesis will be able to take advantage of it.

After a grueling 45 minutes of battle, they are still at a stalemate, although Penny has control for the moment:  From behind, the blonde has wrapped her arms around Max's chest, crushing her breasts with a reverse bearhug.  The brunette moans and gasps for air, as the West Coaster gives a wry half-smile, permitting herself to believe that she might at long last have victory in her grasp.

That belief is tested a moment later, as Max smashes her right heel down onto Penny's toes, causing the startled blonde to yelp and relax her grip.  And Penny's hopes of victory are severely dimmed as the brunette next throws her head backward, the back of her skull slamming flush between her opponent's eyes.  Suddenly badly stunned, the blonde's arms fall away from her rival and she stumbled back a few steps.  Barely taking more than  half a moment to draw a full breath, the East Coast battler suddenly whirls around, delivering with a sharp CRACK a chop across the blonde's bare breasts, causing them to bounce wildly as Penny yips in pain.

Max presses her hard-earned advantage, throwing a finger thrust into Penny's belly between her naval and her bikini line, causing the blonde to double over with a whoosh of expelled air.  Adrenaline pulsing through her veins, the brunette then dips her knees and pulls her rival across her shoulders, lifting her up in a fireman's carry as she stands upright.  Max then begins to whirl around and around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an airplane spin.  Her senses left reeling, Penny yowls in distress.

Finally bringing an end to her dervish-like spinning, the brunette SLAMS her foe down, Penny's body bouncing once on the carpeted floor, and then she lay there groaning, eyes glassy and unfocused.  Sitting atop her arch-rival with a schoolgirl pin, Max smiles as she leans forward, her breasts teardroping down, allowing her to slap them again and again across the hapless blonde's face, taunting and humiliating her.  "Ding dong," Max purrs.  "Time to ring out the old and ring in the new."  And with that, she presses herself down, her breasts completely enveloping Penny's face, the satiny-flesh slick with sweat and forming a perfect airtight seal.  The blonde squirms desperately beneath her oppressor, but lacks the strength to throw her off.  Soon enough, Penny ceases to move altogether, as she sinks into slumberland and defeat.

Rising triumphantly, Max places a foot atop the heaving chest of her fallen foe, as a sash reading MS. NEW YEAR is draped across her, and she is handed a glass of Dom Perignon.  Recalling the humiliation she had to suffer after their last encounter, with the victorious Penny hogtied her with velvet ribbons, the brunette had brought those selfsame ribbons with her tonight, and now called for them.

When she finally comes to with a mewl, Penny discovers that her conquest did not end with her defeat:  Instead, she finds herself draped backward across an ottoman, her wrists and ankles bound to the legs, and Max's crossed feet resting upon her belly, for tonight's winner is relaxing in a leather chair, and using her hated rival as her footrest!

"It's going to be a great year," Max sneers with a cruel smirk on her face.

[millsman]

Love it!

[al2468]

"Cut, Cut, the director yelled, stick to the script girls." The young blond and young redhead glared at each other their hands on their hips as the director tried to convince them to stop trying to upstage each other during the filming of the dance sequence of his upcoming blockbuster film. There was tension and dislike between Ann and Britt from day one.  To add to the tension, both girls had been making sexual advances and were competing for the affections of leading man, Frank Sinatra.  Britt, in red, Ann in green (see photos) started to scream and bad mouth each other. "That blond bimbo bitch cant dance a lick," said Ann.  " I'll rip that red hair out of your scalp you slutty whore,  if you don't shut up, replied Britt. The crew quickly came between the two young starlets as they went for each other.  "Let them go for it, Let them fight, I'll take the winner to Vegas with me for a week as a prize", replied leading man Frank Sinatra. The cast and crew formed a circle around the girls as they circled each other sizing up their opponent. Not only were they going to fight , but now they were fighting over a man.  They ripped each others outfits down to the waist, scratched , punched, and mauled each other for 10 minutes, which most onlookers would later say was the best catfight that Hollywood had seen in ages. The two sweating, panting fighters faced each other both trying to get precious air into their lungs, both nursing scratched and bruised bodies, both with looks of hate in their eyes.  Britt took a step back removed the tattered remains of her outfit, threw it into the crowd and said, "Come on bitch strip down, Lets finish it woman to woman."  Ann removed her outfit threw it to Frank and said, "You can buy be a new outfit in Vegas after I knock the whore out. The nude fighters came together , their hands locked, their breasts pushing against each other, both fighters grunting and groaning as they tried to push the other into the corner. Ann was slowly forcing Britt backward into the corner of the room.  The tiring Britt realized she was in trouble as Ann pushed her into the corner and unleashed a barrage of punches to the head, breasts and body of Britt. Britt let out a gasp as she fell to the floor in the corner of the room. "Finish her off, Finish her off, screamed the excited cast and crew. Ann grabbed the sobbing Britt by the hair and drug her around the room dropping her in front of Frank. Ann gave Britt a kick as she said to Sinatra, "There is the loser, here is the winner as she pressed her body up against Frank and gave him a passionate kiss.

[Wiffo]

Awesome as usual, Nicole.

[Sandman13]

Olivia Munn vs. Anna Faris

It's a hot Saturday night and the Celebrity Boxing League is going full force. Debbie Dunning has just made short work of Pamela Anderson in the seniors division and after that the title match of the evening begins. Champion Olivia Munn is defending her title against the brash newcomer Anna Faris.
Three round in and it's still seems to be a pretty even match. Munn is the more powerful of the two but Faris is faster and shows a better technique. Eventually the champ begins to falter as her best shots never connect against the blonde.
By round seven Munn is exhausted and Faris is smiling and moving in for the kill. Some quick combinations rock Munn's head back and forth, then Faris goes to work on the sexy brunette's midsection. Her fists are like pistons pounding away at Munn's now-vunerable belly until she is groaning and trying to cover up.
This leaves her chin exposed and a monumental uppercut from Faris straightens the brunette up and staring blankly at the ceiling. The whole auditorium is silent for a moment, then with a little sigh the ex-champ collapses limply to the mat. Faris is the new champ and Olivia joins Anderson in the dressing room until they wake up and have a good cry.

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HWA FLASHBACK 1979: SUSAN ANTON vs BARBARA CARRERA



Susan's piercing scream filled the air of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance arena, as her spine was agonizingly torqued in Barbara's Gory Special.  The statuesque Nicaraguan gritted her teeth as she held her opponent aloft on her back, stretching the blonde's body back.  The equally Amazonian Anton squirmed helplessly, but was unable to break free, and could only endure the torment.  The ref kept asking her if she wanted to submit, but through choked back sobs she refused.  Her one and only hope was to outlast her tormentor, and pray for an opportunity to turn the tide.

Her prayers seemed to be answered when Carrera, no longer able to exert the strength to keep the hold in place, released it, and Susan crumpled to the canvas.  But if the blonde had hoped that freedom would grant her the chance to go on the attack, she immediately learned that was not to be; her body was so wracked with pain, all she could do was lay in a heap on the mat, trembling.

Free to continue with her assault, Barbara next subjected her adversary to a Stretch Muffler.  Anton's screams again rang through the cavernous building as her leg was stretched across the back of her foe's neck, subjecting the blonde to blinding anguish.  This time her will power failed her, and she didn't even wait for the referee to ask before she began to shriek "SHTAAAAAAP!  I GIVE UP!  I QUIT!"  Barbara, wearing a smug smirk of satisfaction, gave her rival's leg one last tug, then released her and stood up to allow the official to raise her arm in victory.

HWA FLASHBACK 2002: SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR vs KRISTIN KREUK



"Finish her!" came calls from the crowd.  Through a haze Kristin could hear the braying of the idiot fans, but something was...wrong.  She was lightheaded in a strange way, and her body felt bound in some odd way.  If only her blurred vision would clear, she could learn what was happening.

What everyone else knew that Kreuk didn't was that her present condition was the result of a senses-stunning superkick to the jaw, courtesy of her opponent, Sarah.  That dazed the exotic brunette enough for Gellar to hang her upside down in the corner in a Tree of Woe.  Now the blonde stood in the opposite corner, almost casually leaning against the turnbuckle as she waited for her rival to gather her wits.  Sarah wanted her hated arch-nemesis to realize exactly what was going to happen to her next.

"Finish her!" the encouraging cries continued.  Sarah could see the light of reason twinkle again in Kristin's eyes, followed by a priceless look of sheer panic.  It was then that the blonde charged full-tilt across the length of the ring, until she neared her opponent, who was hung haplessly like a side of beef in a slaughterhouse.  Leaping up, Gellar flew crotch-first toward her target, her groin smashing into Kreuk's face.  The blonde then delivered a grinding Bronco Buster, smothering Kristin to the whooping delight of the spectators.

When she was finished, Sarah pulled herself out of the corner, and unhooked the barely conscious brunette's legs from the top ropes, letting her collapse to the mat.  She dragged the moaning Kristin to center ring and placed a foot atop Kreuk's heaving chest while the referee counted 1..2..3!

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Paola Andino vs Ariel Winter



The two buxom brunettes panted and grunted as they pushed their exhausted bodies past their limits of endurance, neither willing to contemplate surrender no matter how much they ached.  When their trembling legs could no longer hold them up, they sank to their knees...ripping at hair, slapping faces, punches bellies, squeezing breasts in a tableau of womanly brutality.

Ariel was silently cursing herself; she had underestimated Paula going into this catfight, and she had paid the price.  The Puerto Rican was every bit the wildcat that Winter is, but there was no way in hell that Ariel was going to let this bitch win!  But, knowing she was running on fumes, the teen tussler realized she had to make a finishing move quickly.  So, the suddenly threw a palm blow across Andino's chin, snapping her head sharply to the side and sending the Latina collapsing onto her back in a daze.  Mustering all of her remaining strength, Winter struggled back up to her feet.  She stood there on uncertain legs for a few moments, then dipped her knees, followed by a leap up.  This body splash move had finished off more than a few opponents in the past, and Winter allowed herself the tiniest of grins as her curvaceous figure hurled down at her prone target.

Except...Paola wasn't as dazed or hapless as her adversary had thought.  At the last instant, Andino managed to roll to the side.  The result was Ariel belly flopping to the floor with a loud grunt, much of the air pushed from her lungs by the impact.

Now it was the Puerto Rican's battler's turn to go for a finish.  She wrapped her arms around her rival from behind, securing a crushing reverse bearhug across Ariel's breasts, while simultaneously Paolo locked a bodyscissors around her waist.  Andino rolled onto her back, lifting her foe up on top of her as she squeezed her mercilessly with both sets of limbs.  Winter's arms flailed and her eyes went wide with panic as she gasped pitifully for breath, but found it all but impossible to draw one.  Rapidly, her movements grew sluggish as her eyelids began to flutter closed.  Sensing that victory was near, Paolo tauntingly hissed into Ariel's ear, "You're no match for me, and now your ass is mine you perra de pecho de vaca!"  It's the last thing Winter hears before, with a mournful sigh, she slips into semi-consciousness.

Triumphant, Paolo releases her foe, rises up, and plants a foot atop the heaving chest of the beaten brawler.

[al2468]

The producers of the new sitcom ,THE BIG BANG THEORY , had narrowed down the role of Penny to two 21 year old actresses Ashley Tisdale and Kaley Cuoco. The girls glared at each other as they  entered the producers office. " It's between the two of you for the part ", the producer simply said, he then waited for the girls to respond. Kaley seemed to know what the producer was thinking, walked over to Ashley and slapped her in the face. A stunned Ashley returned the slap. " So, are you both willing to fight for the part?" "  I'll fight the bitch anytime, anywhere, " replied Kaley.  " I'll tear the little whore apart," responded Ashley. The fight was set for that evening at the producers beach house. The producer announced to his invited guests that he had  special entertainment this evening as the two girls entered the outdoor fight area. Kaley in a black bikini, her hair up, entered first.  Ashley in a white bikini, her hair also tied back, strutted into the fight space.  "This will be a catfight to the finish, the winner will get the part in my new sitcom. " The crowd quickly choose favorites and made bets as the two young blondes starred at each other as they stood toe to toe their boobs pressed against the other.
" Take two steps back," he said. "FIGHT." This was the first pre- arranged fight for both girls.  The girls locked up, went to the ground screaming, and clawing at each other.  They rolled around each fighter throwing punches and ripping at their opponents bikini top. Neither girl had inflicted any serious damage to the other until Ashley ripped Kaley's top off and started to claw her boobs.  Kaley was screaming, "You bitch, You  bitch, I'm going to kill you", as she broke away from Ashley, ripped Ashley's top off and returned the favor. The two topless fighters got to their feet both rubbing their scratched up boobs. Neither wanting to get involved in another tit fight, the girls locked fingers, grunting as they tried to force their opponent into the sand. Kaley began to smile as she slowly forced the tiring Ashley on to her back. Kaley then applied a headlock, rolled Ashley face first into the sand and began to deliver punches to the back of Ashley's head and ribs." Stop, Stop, You win" the sobbing Ashley screamed. Many believe it was at this moment that Kaley developed the killer instinct which made her such a top notch catfighter in years to come. Kaley pulled Ashley's bikini bottoms off, began to smack her ass, grabbed her by the hair and pulled the nude Ashley  into the water holding her head underwater. Fearing for Ashley's safety, a few men ran over and pulled Kaley off .  Kaley strutted around the beach to the cheers of the crowd, she loved the attention and realized that she enjoyed beating up other woman. That is how Kaley got the part of Penny, and the birth of one of the best catfighters in the last decade.

[The Italian]

So, I finally got caught up with series nine of Doctor Who after being SO behind. Anyway, I know Maisie is more known for her role in Game of Thrones, which I haven't watched at all yet; but, I enjoyed the four episodes she had in this series enough that I thought she'd be a wonderful addition to our little thread here! As far as I can tell, I don't think she's been used in this topic yet, so I'm honoured to cut that proverbial ribbon. Anyway...

I wrote a story (page 90) with Maisie and Sophie Turner against Sarah and Ariel Winter but is always nice to see Maisie dominating someone.
I don't know why, maybe because of her TV roles or maybe because of her spunky attitude but I can't help but think of her as an hell of a fighter, who has no problem taking on bigger girls and who can be a serious challenge for anyone.

[The Italian]

Tamzin Merchant vs Emilia Clarke
 

One would think that someone like Tamzin Merchant should be quite satisfied with her life: she’s young, beautiful, talented and with a good career.  But if you are an actress and people remembers you more for a role you’ve lost rather than your accomplishments, it’s not easy to feel satisfied.
So, when Emilia Clarke met her at a party and made a cruel joke about how she took the role of Daenerys Targaryen from her, no one was really surprised that Tamzin responded with a slap.
The two English roses started exchanging blows like prizefighters amongst the guest’s cheers and encouragements until Tamzin tackled Emilia to the ground transforming the fistfight in a classic clothes ripping, hair pulling, breast grabbing catfight.
The fight went back and forth for almost half an hour before Emilia was able to trap Tamzin in a sleeper hold/bodyscissor combo.
“What now bitch?” Spatted Emilia “Still thinking you’re better than me?”
Tamzin didn’t answered as she struggled to prevent Emilia’s right arm to crush her windpipe.
“Look at you….you are wimp, an ugly and talentless bitch. No wonder they preferred me over you.”
Emilia’s insults  fueled Tamzin’s rage giving her the strength to pull her opponet’s arm enough to give her the opportunity to sink her teeth in the tender flesh.
Emilia’s high pitched scream filled the air as she released the hold and tried to roll away from her opponent but Tamzin was able to grab her and force her face down on the floor. The she sat on the small of Emilia’s back and puller her arms over her own thighs in a picture perfect camel clutch.
“What do you say now slut?” Taunted Tamzin. “Who is the better woman now?”
“FUCK YOU!” Answered Emila
Tamzin grabbed Emilia’s hair and pulled back with all her might bending her opponet’s back and neck in a rather unnatural way.
“AAAAYEEEEE! STOOOOOOP….STOP PLEASE TAMZIN STOP, I QUIT!”
“WHO IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL?”
“YOU ARE!”
“WHO IS THE BETTER ACTRESS?”
“YOU ARE!”
“WHO IS THE BETTER WOMAN?”
“YOU ARE! PLEASE TAMZIN LET ME GOOOO!”
Finally satisfied Tamzin released Emilia and stood up. Despite the pain and fatigue she felt great, not only she beated her hated opponent, she also finally felt all her frustrations and regrets leave her.
She finally felt free.

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Wow, these recent contributions to the thread have been MAGNIFICENT.  I particularly like the fact that we're seeing some newcomers, along with some underused beauties.  Keep up the great work, folks! 

[DogWithABone]

Zooey Deschanel vs Lizzy Caplan



One lithe, pale brunette sat astride the face of the other, enjoying the sensation of grinding her nakedness over the nose and mouth of her beaten foe. The women had battled for what seemed like hours, but was in fact no more than 15 minutes. The slightly older, slightly taller woman had defended her home turf with difficulty, but had been a little bit better in every facet of the contest. Despite their near identical looks, her fists hit a little bit harder, her strength when wrestling was a little bit greater, and her boobs when ground into the matching pair were a little bit fuller and firmer. Feeling the tongue of the fellow actress below her signaling the final submission as it lapped ever more hungrily as the love bud above it, the winner felt emboldened enough to taunt the once again vanquished brunette.

"How does it feel to be right back where you always are, bitch? I bet you could trace an outline of my vagina with your eyes closed by now. You really should give it up already. I'm the cuter one. I'm the quirkier one. I'm the hotter one. I'm the better actress. I'm the real thing while you're the one who kept changing her look her entire career to look like me. I was even nice enough to allow you to bask in my success by letting you be on my show for a few episodes and you still couldn't make it work. Just admit that you're the poor woman's version of me, the bargain bin discount version that still isn't worth it without a coupon. You'll never be me no matter how much you try to be." As the orgasm washed over the victor, she finally arose from the face of her favorite loser and simply said, "Clean yourself and get out of my house Lizzy. I'm Zooey Deschanel and I'll always be better than you."

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Emma 'Hands of' Stone vs Michelle 'the Wrecker' Williams



It was eagerly anticipated to be one of the most brutally exciting celebrity fist fight battles in years, and it did not disappoint.  Two of the best, Emma and Michelle rocked one another for a full fifteen minutes with bone-jarring blows, battling one another to a standstill.  But the ceaseless poundings took their toll on both beauties, and now their quivering legs strained to keep them upright, their leaden arms swung more slowly, if not less devastatingly.  With every fist that struck them, their lush, sweat-covered bodies trembled.  The spectators knew this brawl could not last much longer...the only question was, which battler would fall first?

Knowing she had precious little left in her tank, Michelle decided to go for the finish.  One of her signature combinations was a left upperhook to the chin, followed by a big right cross to the jaw.  It was the move that had laid out a dozen opponents in the past, from Jessica Alba to Scarlett Johansson.  After setting up Stone with some jabs, Williams unleashed the uppercut, her fist slamming underneath Emma's chin, snapping the ginger battler's head back with a spray of sweat beads.  Stone's eyes were glazed and her fists dipped a bit as she struggled to gather her wits.  The veteran blonde cocked her right arm back, then unleashed it with all of her might, her fist aimed squarely at her younger adversary's jaw.

In her later recounting of the moment, Emma will insist that it was her superior skills that led her to take a step back, thus causing the sledgehammer blow to only lightly graze her jaw, causing no harm.  But spectators will insist it was merely sheer dumb luck...that the redhead had staggered involuntarily.  Nevertheless, the result was the same...as her fist whizzed past its target, Michelle's momentum made her stumble, and it was all she could do to prevent herself from collapsing to her knees.  She kept herself standing, but as she turned to face Emma, she discovered that those few precious moments had cost the blonde her advantage.

Opting to add insult to injury, Stone meets Williams with her own combo; a left uppercut staggers the blonde in her tracks, while the redhead pulls her right fist back.  She pauses, a smug grin coming to her lips as her eyes twinkle with mischief.  Her fist then swings out nearly in a blur of motion, smashing into Michelle's jaw with a wet thud.  The impact actually lifts Williams up off of her feet and deposits her to the thick carpeting of the penthouse in a heap.  She lay there, eyes fluttering shut as she softly moans.  The ombudsman makes his count to ten, with the blonde barely stirring.  Sneering down at her fallen rival, Emma purrs, "And that's how that's done, has-been!"

[habib]

anything involving Emma Stone sounds hot,

[gene smith]

yes it does