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FLASHBACK 1979:  Catherine Bach vs Jayne Kennedy



The two statuesque beauties grunted and panted as their bodies strained against one another, beads of sweat glistening across ivory and ebony skin alike.  As each neared her point of total exhaustion, Jayne made her bid for victory.  She starts to torque Catherine's body against hers in an abdominal stretch; however, in the last instant before it can be locked in, Bach is able to pull her right arm free.  She balls her fist and slams a punch into Kennedy's groin!

The sepia Amazon lets out a shriek and her legs start to crumple.  But Catherine catches her, dips her knees and drapes her opponent's body across her shoulders.  Then, with a warrior's roar, Bach pulls either end of her rival downward, torture racking Jayne's body across her shoulder.  The brunette stands defiantly, legs spread for balance, as the wailing Kennedy writhes in her clutches, desperate to break free, but to no avail.  Soon enough, agony and exhaustion overtake Jayne, and she goes limp as she slips into semi-consciousness.  Triumphantly, Catherine continues to hold her adversary across her shoulders as she begins to parade around the penthouse room, a huntress displaying her trophy.

Finally Bach dumps Kennedy's body to the floor and places a foot atop the beaten woman's heaving chest, striking her victory pose and basking in the cheers of the onlookers.

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The Hollywood catfight scene was abuzz in anticipation of the upcoming fight between the two 25 year old rising stars. Raquel in a white bikini, Jill in a blue bikini, snarled at each other as they waited for the signal to begin.  Both girls were known as excellent catfighters who gave no mercy nor expected none. The girls did not say a word to each other as the fight began.  Both girls were looking for a quick knockout as they started to swing at the other.  Each lady landed a couple of punches, but no real damage was done. They grabbed each other and struggled around the room trying to bring their opponent to the floor. The crowd was equally divided as they yelled encouragement and instructions to their favorite.  The women in the crowd were especially vocal as they urged the fighters to strip the other, pull hair and maul the others breasts.  The now topless fighters were catballing around the room clawing and punching. Loud grunts and moans were heard each time one girl landed a punch, clawed a breast,  or seemed to gain the top position. 10 minutes of strenuous fighting had both women breathing heavily.  Their beautiful sweaty bodies glistened in the light as the girls rose to their feet and grabbed each other in a mutual bearhug their breasts squished together. Both girls were grunting as they went to the floor.  Raquel maneuvered Jill into a position where she applied a devastating  head scissors. Jill struggled to free herself, but her head caught between Raquel's powerful thighs was a precarious situation. Jill would not submit even as Raquel applied more pressure. " Give up you red headed bitch, your done."  "I give, I give" , screamed Jill as tears rolled down her face. Raquel rose to her feet and paraded around the room her arms up in victory. Jill remained on the floor for 5 minutes her hands covering her face as she sobbed.

[The Italian]

Flashback 1999 Kylie Minogue vs Christina Aguilera

 

During her first album release party Christina Aguilera announced to her guest not only the beginning of her solo singing career, but also her debut in the celebrity fight  and that the same night she would have fought her first opponent, the Australian pop princess Kylie Minogue, in a classic bikini catfight.
Christina had chosen Kylie as her opponent thinking that the lithe Australian could be an affordable opponent and that even in case of defeat she could still made a good impression on her guests.
 Unfortunately, she soon realized that she made a huge mistake in underestimating her opponent as Kylie dominated the fight from the beginning, giving her a complete lesson about every dirty and painful tactics a woman can use to hurt another woman.
In the end Kylie grabbed Christina right leg and locked her in a single leg Boston crab, making the American songbird scream in agony.
“AAARGH!!!!STOP! I QUIT! LET ME GO!”
Kylie smiled hearing Christina’s pleads and loosened the hold a bit reducing the pressure on her opponent joints without releasing her. Then she sterted gently caressing Christina’s pantie covered pussy.
“What…what are you doing?” Panicked Christina “Let me go you pervert!”
“Shush!” Cooed Kylie. “I just want to give you a proper welcome in the business”
“No! No! Please someone stop her!”
But Christina’s pleas fell on deaf ears as the guests cheered for Kylie to continue.
“Oh shut up!” Scoffled Kylie “This is how this business works: the winner can do whatever she wants with the loser. Hasn’t anybody told you?”
Kylie kept caressing Christina’s crotch, feeling her opponent slowly surrendering to the arousal caused by her expert action. Then she decided to take one step further and proceeded to untie the lateral laces of Christina bikini uncovering her opponent shaved pussy.
“Please Kylie stop! Don’t do this to me….”
“But your pussy is sooooo wet….I think you are enjoying this”
Kylie inserted her middle finger in the blonde’s throbbing pussy and started fingering her. Christina tried to resist, but was overwhelmed by the pleasure until she finally reached orgasm.
Satisfied, Kylie turned Christina on her back and forced her cum dripping finger in her mouth.
“Welcome in the big league honey.”

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FLASHBACK 2004: Brittany Snow vs. Michelle Trachtenberg



"Aww, is baby girl unhappy?  Is she gonna pout?  Come on, let's turn that frown upside down!"  The blonde's sugary words fairly ooze with contempt, her deceptively angelic smile offset by the malicious gleam in her sparkling blue eyes.  Those eyes glare down at the brunette, who is pinned helpless beneath her, her sweaty face framed by her tormentor's thighs.

Michelle glares right back at the girl atop her, firing invisible daggers at her.  It was the debut match for both Trachtenberg and Snow in the elite celebrity catfight club, and the two 18 year olds had engaged in a magnificent contest that had left the onlookers stunned and astounded.  Now however, Brittany had taken the upper hand, and as she sat upon her rival's chest, it was becoming clear how she intended to end this battle.  "You know," the blonde purrs, "a queen needs a throne, and I think all of these good people are tired of looking at your fugly face, so why don't we just kill two birds with one stone?"  Desperately, Trachtenberg tries to arch her upper body in an attempt to buck her adversary off, but all she succeeds in doing is allowing Snow's body to slide forward a bit, her bikini brief-covered crotch now pressing against the brunette's chin.  "Oh, can't wait to get started, can you?" the blonde says with a chuckle.  "You know, a little begging from you would be a nice touch now.  Won't do any good, of course, but I'm just saying."

Eyes narrowing into angry slits, Michelle says nothing.  Instead, she focuses her efforts on lifting her legs, bringing the ballet-sculpted stems up...up...up....until suddenly she is able to snare her calves around the startled blonde's head, catching her utterly by surprise.  One sharp yank, and Brittany is pulled backward, until the back of her skull is slammed into the floor.  The thick carpet blunts most of the impact, but it is still enough to stun Snow for a moment or two, and that's all the time that Trachtenberg needs to push her opponent off of her and to roll aside.

Seated alongside the blonde, Michelle leans back on her hands, and as Brittany struggles to sit up, she's met with the sole of Trachtenberg's right foot smashing into the side of her face.  With a grunt, Snow tumbles to her side, her eyes now glazed as she lay there, moaning softly.  Commanding her exhausted body to move, the brunette rolls over to all fours and crawls over to her rival, shoving her onto her back.  She then sits atop Brittany's breasts as she faces away from the blonde's head.  "Speaking of thrones and fugly faces..." Michelle says with a small giggle.  "I think it's time I showed you how to do it right!"

"Finish her!" one onlooker enthusiastically calls out, and the brunette tilts her head his way and gives him a toothy grin.  And with that she wiggles herself backward, until her much-revered derriere is settled down upon the hapless blonde's face.  Shocked out of her stupor, Brittany begins to thrash, but she lacks the strength to gain freedom.  And as she is smothered out, her movements grow more sluggish, until at last her feeble squirms are reduced to a few spasmodic twitches of her legs.

Beaming an ecstatic smile, Michelle lifts her arms over her head to accept the applause and cheers of the audience, as Brittany lay spent and humbled beneath the newest catfighting star in Hollywood!

[Raypops]

  Thanks to all for the great Flashbacks!!

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Spectacular work on the Flashbacks, my friends.

Now on to 250,000 views!   

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HWA: Danielle Fishel vs Jodie Sweetin



It was a moment that Danielle had longed for, and she meant to savor it.

More times than she'd care to remember over the years, Jodie had subjected her to a particularly vicious move.  As the rules of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance were looser than most any other federation, it was not illegal to use the ropes against an opponent; what Sweetin reveled in doing was tying up Fishel's arms between the top and middle cables, and then indulge in what she called 'Speedbagging'...unleashing punch after punch to the brunette's breasts.  Many a time has Dani been pounded into defeat, and left to nurse her battered and bruised 36C's.

But now, the tables were turned!  It was Jodie who was dazed and strung up in the ropes, and Fishel couldn't resist drawing the delightful moment out.  She strutted and preened around the ring, doing a bit of shadow boxing, and then began to verbally taunt her lifelong nemesis.  "Oh, sucks to be you, Jodes," the brunette purred.  "I've been waiting for this for a loooooooong time, and I don't mind sharing a spoiler: I'm going to smash those cow udders of yours flat!"  A wicked gleam came to Dani's eyes as a shudder of delight ran up her spine.  This was payback with a capital B-I-T-C-H!

But in basking in her impending triumph, the veteran Danielle made a rookie's mistake...she gave her opponent time to recover.  And as the brunette finally advanced on her seemingly hapless victim, fists balled and raised, she was wide open for Sweetin (a good enough actress to play possum and seem dazed and weak) to suddenly lash out with her left leg, connecting with a kick up between Fishel's thighs.  Dani let loose with a sound that began as a chirp and became a shrill shriek, then doubled over and staggered away knock-kneed, her hands clutching her throbbing groin while she fought back tears.

Now came the hard part for the blonde: escaping the ropes.  Luckily she knew a way, although it would not be without pain.  Steeling herself, she flipped her legs up, arcing her body in a backward somersault.  At first this agonizingly tightened the cables around her shoulders, but as soon as she completed the flip and her feet landed on the ring apron, the ropes snapped open and she was free.  She stood there for a few moments, massaging some feeling back into her shoulders.  She then stepped between the strands back into the ring, and stalked over to the brunette.

Before Danielle realized what was happening, she found herself dragged by the hair over to the ropes...and then she found those ropes wrapped tight across her own shoulders, trapping her!  "Ohhhh...noooooooooo...!" Fishel moaned as the all-too-familiar feeling settled in.  Sweetin didn't waste precious time mocking her rival; she gave a malicious smirk, and then she unleashed a maelstrom of punches to her targets.  Jodie's fists smashed into Dani's breasts again and again, pummeling them with hooks, crosses and uppercuts.  Just for fun, the blonde would slip in a blow to the belly or face from time to time.  As the strength was hammered from her voluptuous body, the brunette's legs went limp beneath her.  But, strung up in the ropes, she could not fall, only hand there like a helpless scarecrow.

Face reddened from the exertion, sweat glistening across her skin, the panting Jodie finally brought an end to her battery.  She pulled the ropes open and Dani's arms slid free, letting her collapse face-first to the mat.  She let out a loud wince of pain as she bellyflopped onto her aching breasts, which brought another smile to Sweetin's face.  The blonde then grasped her foe's wrists and dragged her to the center of the ring, then flipped her over onto her back.  Now it was time for another signature move of Sweetin's.

Sitting upon the brunette's belly, Jodie pins Dani's arms down to the canvas and lowers her own 36DD's down across Fishel's face.  The trapped battler squirms beneath her tormentor, her cries and gasps for air muffled by Sweetin's bosom.  Soon enough, spent and sore, Danielle succumbs to the inky blackness of unconsciousness.

Rising up, Jodie makes a point of stomping her foot down onto the already bruising breasts of her fallen rival, and strikes her victory pose as the referee raises her arm in triumph.

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Anna Kendrick vs Kristanna Loken



Panting heavily for breath, hair disheveled, and with the unmistakable glint of fear in her eyes, Kristanna desperately drags herself across the floor of the penthouse.  Logically, she knows there's no escape, but her 'fight or flight' reflex has banked hard to the latter, and so she frantically tries to find safety, however elusive.

Behind her, alabaster skin glistening with perspiration, Anna indifferently brushes some strands of hair away from her face.  She watches her retreating opponent with a smirk of bemusement, and then casually walks after her.  Drawing near to Loken, Kendrick bends down and grabs her adversary's hair close to the scalp and purrs, "Going somewhere, buttercup?"  With a choked sob, Kristanna whimpers, "Oh please, noooooo!"

The 5'2" Anna then drives a knee into the 5'11" Kristanna's spine while simultaneously drawing her right arm around Loken's head, bending it backward in Kendrick's signature Dragon Sleeper variation, the 'Shattered Sparrow'.  The embattled blonde whines and moans in pain, her hands slapping and clutching in futility at the limb.  Ultimately...inevitably...Loken begins to frantically tap at the floor, signaling her abject surrender.  Anna kept the hold locked on just long enough to draw one more mewl from her helpless victim, then released her and stood up to proclaim her victory.

The spectators had watched in rapt near-silence.  Eight minutes...that's all the time it took for Kendrick to utterly dominate and destroy her Amazonian adversary.  And from the satisfied half-smile on her face, it's crystal clear to all that she doesn't intend to halt her domination with just Loken.

[Footlong]

I'd love to see one where Ariana Grande beats Jennette McCurdy and humiliates her by stripping her and making her cum.

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Flashback 2004: Lacey Chabert vs Beverley Mitchell



Lacey and Beverly bounded off of the ropes on opposite sides of the ride, and raced directly at one another.  They collided in center ring with the thudding sound of bodies slamming together and with a spray of sweat erupting from their voluptuous figures.  Both diminutive battlers grunted loudly from the impact and then they stumbled backward, looks of frustration on their faces as they realize the other hadn't been knocked down.

And so the both dash to the cables again, rebounding off of the steel strands for added momentum, and once more they meet, the irresistible object suddenly trying to occupy the exact same physical space as the immovable object.  Each stumbles back again, now glassy eyed and gasping heavily for breath, and each is again thwarted as the other remains upright.

Common sense tells them to shift to some other tactic, but pride demands they continue with this contest until one busty beauty manages to overwhelm the other.  So once more they race to the ropes, bounce off and charge at one another.  Their chests slam together, virtually identical pairs of 36C's pancaking together in the mightiest collision yet.  The blonde and the brunette both stagger away on rubbery legs...but it is Chabert who now falls backward to the mat.

Elated at having won this clash, Mitchell walks somewhat unsteadily over to her opponent.  She then jumps up, and let's gravity do the hard work; her left leg crashes down across Lacey's chest, pummeling air from her lungs.  Bev then climbs back up to her feet and grabs her rival by the hair, hauling her upright again as well, and muscling and dazed and mewling brunette back into the nearest corner.  Lacey melts against the turnbuckles, her arms draped over the top ropes so that she can't crumple to the mat.  The blonde then goes to the opposite corner, turns, sizes up her target, and charges at Chabert with all the speed her battered body can muster.  As she nears ground zero, Beverley leaps up, and Lacey's glazed eyes widen in horror.  An instant later, Mitchell's signature move...the "Wrecking Balls"...smashes full force into the brunette's chest, the blonde's bosom utterly overwhelming her victim's.

Bev needs to grab the ropes to remain standing after the impact, and she holds them tightly as she steps aside.  Eyes now half-lidded, mouth slack-jawed, the softly moaning Lacey staggers one step forward out of the corner...then another...then another...and then she keels forward like a felled redwood, face-planting to the canvas.  Grabbing her fallen adversary's wrists, Mitchell drags the brunette to the center of the ring and then flips her over onto her back, leaving Lacey laying there atop the HWA logo.  Beverly then plants a boot atop Chabert's heaving breasts and commands the ref, "Make it a ten count!"  The zebra complies, with Chabert offering no more resistance than a few spastic twitches of her right leg.

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The  alcohol fueled crowd was in an uproar as Lacy, in a blue dress, and Kaley in a green dress traded insults and catty remarks at the afterparty.  Everyone sensed a catfight and began to urge the girls to rip the other apart. As the girls walked toward each other, each confident that they could best the other in a catfight, the crowd yelled for them to fight topless. Kaley, with her hands on her hips, kicked her shoes off and slithered out of her tight green dress.  " Strip bitch and lets give them what they want bitch", said Kaley. Lacey replied, " I'm going to rip that blond head of yours bald slut," as she let her blue dress drop to the floor.  The two topless  beauties grabbed each others hair and the fight was on.  They rolled around pulling hair and trading slaps as each women battled to gain an advantage as the crowd urged them to take the fight to the next level. " Rip her tits off," " Maul her pussy," Sit on her face," were remarks not unheard by the two fighters as they began to scratch and rip at their opponents boobs and groin area. Both girls were now grunting and screaming as they rolled into a corner of the room, neither wanting to submit to the other and be humiliated in front of the large crowd. Both realized that this fight had escalated way past what they had expected. The exhausted fighters laid in the corner, each with a handful of the others hair, but both unable to mount enough energy to do much more.  " Do you two want to quit,?' asked one spectator. "Call it a draw, " said another.  The girls were separated and each slowly walked to the center of the room when Kaley turned to Lacey and dropped her with a right hand to the head.  "I never said I quit, " said Kaley. The stunned Lacey got to her knees, " You sucker punched me you gutless whore, set up a rematch for next week. I'm going to send you to the hospital for a month."  "You got it," replied Kaley, as she picked up her green dress and slowly strutted out of the room. 

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Ashley Tisdale vs Michelle Trachtenberg



Despite her predicament, Ashley felt a sense of relief.  At the moment, she was seated on the floor, her arms snared by Michelle's legs in a Lotus Lock.  It was by no means pleasant, particularly given that the brunette had grown up training in ballet, and her legs were lethally strong.  But by it's nature, the Lotus wasn't the kind of hold that drove its victim to submission.  Provided she had the endurance to withstand it...and Tisdale was confident she did...she was certain this would give her the chance she needed to formulate a counterattack.

And so it very well might...provided Trachtenberg was about to give her that chance.  Which she wasn't.

Deciding it was time to bring their apartment catfight to a close, Michelle opted to use this opportunity to make Ashley submit.  The Lotus Lock was employed simply to keep her where the brunette wanted her.  That achieved, Michelle reached forward with her hands, suddenly hooking her index fingers into the corners of her startled opponent's mouth, pulling them down, and applying a Double Mandible Claw!  The blonde squealed in sudden anguish, her feet kicking furiously at the floor as she squirmed helplessly.  Applied properly, the Mandible Claw can dislocate the lower jaw, and in the most painful way possible...pain that Tisdale was now feeling.

It takes barely 45 seconds of this torture for Ashley's endurance to crumble, and she starts to howl "AHHH GUUUHHVVV UUHHHHPPP!"

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Scarlett Johansson vs Leighton Meester



Leighton began to twirl around and around.  Scarlett, draped across the brunette's shoulders, gave a squeal that became a yowl, as her senses were stripped by the airplane spin.  Finally Meester came to a stop, and she dumped her unwilling passenger down onto the floor.  The dazed blonde landed with a heavy thud and lay there on the carpet, mewling softly as her glassy eyes struggled to find focus.

Although she was a bit dizzy herself from the spinning, Leighton couldn't suppress a smirk as she brushed hair away from her face and looked down at her prone rival.  Deciding to let gravity do the hard work, the brunette suddenly knelt down, driving a knee into Johansson's belly, causing her lush body to jackknife as she gave a gasping grunt.

Meester then laid her body face down upon Scarlett's, nose to nose, legs entwined, pinning her down.  The blonde gasped and squirmed beneath her tormentor, but was too battered and spent to throw her off.  With her hands, Leighton covered Johansson's mouth and pinched closed her nose, effectively smothering her.  Scarlett's teary eyes went wide with panic, her muffled protests falling upon deaf ears, her hands frantically...if weakly...slapping at her adversary's arms and grabbing for her hair, as the smiling brunette glared down at her, smugly confident of her impending victory.

Soon enough, the prediction proved true as Scarlett's eyes fluttered shut and she gave a deep sigh of resignation, slipping into the darkness of unconsciousness.

[Dradis]

FiveThirtyEight: Emma Stone Could Lock Natalie Portman Out Of The Oscars Race

"Portman’s hopes for an Oscar seem to be diminishing day by day... And barring a — you know what? I’m better than a “Black Swan event” pun here — difficult to predict occurrence that deviates from statistical norms for Portman, her bid for best actress is likely kaput... it looks like Stone could have this one all wrapped up with a win at BAFTA."


“See?  SEE?!  Told you!”

Emma Stone’s voice chirped exuberantly as she held sway over a captive Natalie Portman.  The end of their apartment struggle was nigh with the two locked together on the floor – the redhead looked marvelous in a bright yellow bra-style bikini as she stretched herself out atop the brunette, who was lying face-down in a more muted black number.  Presently, Emma’s legs were scissored around Natalie’s outstretched left arm, while her own left arm was looped around the other girl’s chin – she rocked her body back and cranked on Natalie’s neck, wallowing in her miserable cries.  All the while, Emma held her right arm extended in front of Natalie’s face with her phone in her hand.  Her thumb flicked across the glass screen surface as she scrolled through the article, making sure that her tired rival had ample opportunity to absorb every last word.

“See that?  Look!” Emma continued, “I’m totally trouncing you!” 

The younger redhead stopped on a picture of a line graph and brought the phone in close, smooshing it against Natalie’s cheek and eye.  The brunette growled in helpless frustration as she was forced to endure the redhead’s abuse. 

“Get off of me.”

“No.”

“Let go!”

“Okay, fine.”

Releasing the hold with her left arm, Emma sank her fingers into Natalie’s disheveled brown hair and gave the older woman’s head a swift and forceful shove forward, thumping her face-first into the floor.  Natalie groaned loudly and her body went limp upon impact as the throbbing pain in her head left her stunned.  Emma slid forward and laid herself out on top of her now-disoriented rival, bringing her head forward to rest cheek-to-cheek with Natalie’s.  She deftly switched to the phone’s camera and snapped a selfie with her beaming grin next to the brunette’s dazed stupor. 

Emma tossed the phone aside onto the carpet and rose to her feet, tugging Natalie up with her.  From behind, she lifted her left leg up over her opponent’s corresponding thigh and threaded it behind the knee, hooking her shin and foot around the brunette’s calf.  Meanwhile, she bent the other woman’s head back and snaked her arm around from the front, tucking it in nicely against her own armpit.  Emma lastly secured Natalie’s right arm with her own and leaned both of their bodies back, powering into a deliciously-executed abdominal stretch.  The brunette’s screams of pain rattled off the walls, accompanied by cackling and gleeful laughter from the redhead. 

“Gotcha now!” Emma crowed, “How’s that feel?”

Natalie’s reply was a blubbering and incoherent wail of agony: Mission accomplished. 

The abdominal stretch transitioned easily into a dragon sleeper as Emma increased the pressure on the brunette’s neck with her arm.  Natalie grimaced as she tried to squirm free, but there was no way out – she remained held in place with her body wide open, as if on display for some imaginary audience.  It didn’t take long for the brunette to start to go limp in the redhead’s grasp, and the two ladies eased their way down to their knees as unconsciousness started to claim the former.  Emma held on even as Natalie’s arms went slack, keeping the sleeper in place just long enough to ensure that her foe was truly out.

At last, Emma released her quarry and allowed Natalie’s body to sink unceremoniously to the floor.  The brunette was a delightful sight stretched out on her back, and it made the taste of victory all the sweeter for the redhead that conquered her.  Reaching down for her phone, Emma planted her foot on Natalie’s chest and snapped off one last shot of herself in triumph.

“We're going to keep this up all the way to Oscar Night... I'm going to have so much fun using you up!”

[habib]

anything involving Emma Stone sounds sexy