[Jackflash Jump]

EMMA STONE vs EMMA ROBERTS



Stone gave a loud, long whine of severe discomfort and gritted her teeth, as the fingers of her opponent kneaded deep into the trapezius muscles between her neck and shoulders.  Few truly knew how to manipulate such a clawhold for maximum effect, but unfortunately for the redheaded Emma, the blonde Emma was among those rare few.  Already Stone's arms were left numb and dangling helplessly at her sides, lifeless save for some involuntary twitching.  And the pain from the hold was now slowly driving her to her knees.

Once she had her adversary down on her knees, Roberts suddenly released her handholds on the redhead's trapezoid muscles, and swiftly wrapped her arms around Stone's head for a sleeperhold.  "Nonononononooooooo!" Stone mewled, her arms still useless, while Roberts cinched the hold tighter.  Soon enough, the redhead's eyes grew glassy and her lids began to flutter shut as a trickle of drool trailed down the left corner of her mouth.  She gave one last pitiful sigh before succumbing to the inky darkness, and then her entire body went slack.

Roberts unwound her arms and let her beaten rival collapse to the floor, where she lay slumbering on her back.  The blonde then lifted her right leg and almost daintily placed her big toe to the spot right between Stone's eyes, and Robert counted "1...2...3!"

And thus was the undisputed Superior Emma determined.

[wheelman]

For not being a big fan of either lady I found this story both immersive and entertaining. Writerette, I'd say that was quite an entrance! 

[Jackflash Jump]

Angie, welcome to our funhouse!  This is a terrific debut piece, and I most definitely can't wait to read more from you.   

[Chotch87]

Joey king is 18 now think she should be in a couple of fights.

[Bite Me]

Been reading here for a while, decided to register and try one of these.

The Kingslayer




Hunter King had been the pride of the family in the tit department for as long as she remembered. Little sister Joey had blossomed and was started to give her looks like she wanted to take the mantle. It didn't help that, despite her size, Hunter's tits didn't have the perkiness or firmness of other young Hollywood tit girls and she had been humiliated by one opponent after another with her boobs beaten and battered. Hoping to head things off, and kill the teasing her little sister was starting to give her, Hunter set up a titfight for Joey's 18th against one of the best young racks in Hollywood. What Hunter hadn't expected was the slaughter it had turned into.

Joey was getting flattened from the word go. She did nothing but get slammed, smashed, and squashed buy the other girl. Hunter started to panic, screaming for her sister's tormentor to stop. Instead of doing that, the screams just invigorated the other girl, her assault on Joey's tits becoming more and more pronounced. The younger King sister blubbered her surrender repeatedly, to no avail, as the rules in Hollywood stated that the winner had to accept the loser's submission before things were truly over.

Seeing the effect on both sisters, the dominant queen grabbed the younger sister by the hair and walked her over in front of Hunter before squashing her in an bone crunching bear hug. Looking right into the eyes of the older sister, the winning fighter simply said, "She's even easier than you were. Why don't you get those floppy tits out here and get smashed right along with little bitty Joey?"

Hunter, angered by the thrashing her sibling was enduring, quickly obliged. Unfortunately for her, her tits still didn't have enough in them to beat the other pair. Quickly she found herself getting dominated. Her boobs red, splotchy, and completely deflated as tears streaked her face. The small audience then saw the dominating fighter grab both whimpering, crushed sisters and whisper something to both of them. The King sisters quickly nodded and each inhaled a glorious boob into their mouth as a sign of submission.

"You girls might have some size, but your tits ain't shit. 1 queen beats 2 kings every time."

Abigail Breslin soaked in the adulation, and unadulterated lust, of the audience as she entertained thoughts of maybe taking another shot at Ariel Winter's fat young tits.

[Jackflash Jump]

MILA KUNIS vs KALEY CUOCO



Mila swung her right arm down, the edge of her hand slamming down upon the forehead of the blonde, with an impact that causes a shower of perspiration to spray from the glistening bodies of both beauties.  Kaley's eyes widen and she halts in her tracks, momentarily stunned.  Kunis then brings down repeated tomahawk chops to her rival's head, with Cuoco's glazed eyes crossing as she stumbles backward from the barrage.  Finally she bumps into the sofa and sprawls backward upon it.

Putting to lethal use her ballet training for "Black Swan", the brunette lifts her shapely left leg and presses the sole of her foot across Kaley's windpipe, choking her.  "I hope I cut off enough air to give you brain damage, you blonde bimbo!" Kunis snarls at her hated nemesis.  Cuoco gasps and gurgles, her hands frantically clutching at her strangler's ankle.  In desperation, Cuoco pulls her right leg up tight and then lashes out with it, her foot smashing into her oppressor's lower belly.  Mila gives a sharp grunt and staggers backward, struggling to not lose her balance, her body turning until her back is to her opponent.

Ignoring her aches and exhaustion, Kaley bolts up off of the sofa and rushes up behind the brunette; wrapping her arms around Mila's waist, she suddenly lifts the startled woman up, and then brings her down.  Mila's groin slams agonizingly down upon the blonde's outstretched knee.  The impact sends Kunis vaulting forward with an agonized shriek, her hands clutching her now-throbbing womanhood.  She remains standing on trembling legs as the blonde sneers, "And I hope that gave you brain damage.  That is where you do all of your thinking, isn't it, bitch?"

Both gorgeous creatures were running on fumes, but their sheer hatred for one another kept them battling on.  Cuoco stepped up behind her adversary and snaked an arm across Mila's throat; but before the blonde could take advantage, Kunis reached up to grab her hair and suddenly sat down hard, pulling Kaley with her and nailing her with a crude stunner.  The two now lay groaning on the penthouse carpet, dazed and spent, bare chests heaving for precious oxygen, but determined to find the last vestiges of strength needed to vanquish the other.

At long last, the pair pushed themselves up to all fours, and then faced one another on their knees.  They lunged at one another, the smack of bare flash echoing through the room as they tumbled back to the floor, rolling back and forth across the carpet with legs entwined, and hands yanking hair, pressing against faces, and clutching at throats.  Their breathy grunts became akin to animal growls as they struggled.  Suddenly Mila rolls on top and attempts to press Kaley's wrists to the floor to pin her, but the blonde bucks up, throwing her opponent over and off of her.  Kunis somersaults and lands with a thud on her back.

Moving with a swiftness that surprises even her, Cuoco rolls over and leaps at the prone vixen, grabbing Mila's own arms to pin her down, while Kaley presses her breasts down over the face of her foe.  Kunis thrashes wildly, her muffled shouts one of defiance, but she lacks the necessary strength to power herself free.  Her movements grow more sluggish as her face nestles into the satiny trap of her rival's flesh, cutting off her air.

Finally, Mila ceases to move altogether.  Panting hard for breath, the triumphant Kaley pushes herself up off of her nemesis, revealing the brunette's deep red, sweat-soaked face, eyes shut as her parted lips reflexively suck in oxygen to fill her searing lungs.  Too spent to even rise up in order to strike the customary victory pose, Cuoco tries to sit up, but instead falls onto her back as exhaustion claims her.

[Bite Me]

Physical REACTions

Brooklin


Mikaela (and mom)



FBE and the React channel has been churning out attractive, busty teens for a few years now. Everyone knows Lia Marie Johnson’s curves. The more dedicated ones know the spectacular tits of Morgan Tebbe or the bubbly jigglers of Maddie Perry. What most people don’t realize though, is that Brooklin Fenton is the best of the bunch.

She squashed Morgan’s bigger boobs and Lia’s more well known ones with ease. Maddie wouldn’t even try. No other starlet who had come through the ranks of FBE could compete with her. She was sure today was going to be another one of those days. Mikaela Pascal had finally turned 18 and Brooklin was going to annihilate her big white tits and teach the girl some modesty and respect.

At least, that’s how she had seen it going. The reality was Mikaela’s rack was almost on par with Morgan’s for sheer size and was firmer than any of the other girls who had ever been part of the crew. She was smashing the older React girl all around the studio, her tits softening the other pair like so much marshmallow fluff. No sooner had it started then it was over, the dark haired hottie ascending to the top of the ladder and leaving the former champ with a mouth full of tit and a promise to do worse if Brooklin didn’t get in line and acknowledge the pale Italian girl as the new queen of the Fine Brothers Universe.

[WrestleFic]

The React girls? That's a new one. I like it.

[jdo90]

 Michelle Trachtenberg vs Indiana Evans Bikini Catfight





As Indiana Evans lay on her back, the bright sun beaming down on her sunkissed skin causing the beads of sweat speckling her slim body to glisten and sparkle, thoughts began to eratically race through her mind. She dug her feet into the sand, curling her pedicured toes into the coarse grains and kicking a cloud into the air. She fidgeted tirelessly. 'Maybe I can close my eyes, you know. Just focus on the sound of the crashing waves' she thought to herself. But she couldn't focus; after all, how could she?

Evans was filled with joy several minutes ago, with not a care in the world, her luscious pink lips were curled in an arrogant smirk and her eyes were beaming with devious glee as she playfully skipped down the tourist-infested beach. The young Australian giggled uncontrollably as she ran underneath a nearby pier, hiding behind a large wooden pillar. Her laughter only intensifies once a seething young woman sprints past her, the Aussie's laughter causing the pale brunette to stop dead in her tracks.

Turning on her heel, her eyebrows arching, an irate scowl forming on her flushed face, an irate Michelle Trachtenberg angrily stomps toward the younger blonde. "Was that suppose to be fucking funny?" Michelle growls.

Unable to keep her composure, Indiana's reply is constantly interrupted by hilarity-induced snorts, "I... I don't think.. it was funny..., it was hilarious! You should have seen your face!"

The celebrity lifestyle is not one of solitude. Paparazzi are constantly tailing celebrities, documenting their every move with a dslr camera and zoom lens, ensuring high quality, up-close images that can be snapped from far away. Michelle had been sunbathing, laying face-down on her beach towel. Michelle, not a fan of tan lines, unties the back of her bikini, letting the thin strings drop to her side.

Evans happened to be vacationing at the same resort. Known for being an arrogant, devious trickster, the young blond decided that she no longer needed the large cup of ice water clutched in her hand. She had to do something quick, the frosty cup was numbing her dainty fingers. Noticing the topless sunbathing starlet, Evans gets a delightfully devious idea. With a derisive chuckle, Indiana pours the icey contents across Michelle's exposed back.

Trachtenberg belts out a shrill screech, leaping to her feet from the shock of the unsuspecting icy blast, her untied bikini top forgotten. Michelle snaps her head around, glaring at the giddy blonde skipping merrily past her. She steps forward to pursue the snobby bitch bit a hard gust of salty wind blasts her body, and her bosom, looking down, Trachtenberg squeals, her arm shielding her pale B cup breasts as she hastily scrambles to tie her top back on. However, Michelle knows the damage is done. She has been a celebrity since childhood and can hear a camera shutter closing a mile away. Even the gusting wind, murmuring tourists and waves crashing cannot mute the distinct sounds of multiple camera shutters clicking in the distance. Her face blushing red, she sprints after her assailant.

Indiana tried to fight back, tossing samd in Michelles eyes, striking out with low blows, yanking the brunette's hair, but even Indiana's most devious tactics couldn't stifle Michelle's brute force and soon, the crafty blonde was laying on her back.

'And here I am, my body throbbing, my tan frame pinned down by this pale American slut. Maybe she... wait, srop... the weight on my waist has lifted. Maybe she has grown bored.' Evan's' eyelids flutter open,  assuming that all is well. Her vision however is hindered. The cloudy blue sky is gone, replaced by a pair of smooth, round, positively plump, pale cheeks. The white fabric of Trachtenberg's bikini bottoms stretches snugly across her hips, her cheeks pouring out from the thin fabric.

"Pucker up, brat. The paparazzi is gonna LOVE this!" Michelle purs as she slowly lowers her rump.

Fear overcoms tge young Aussie. Her instincts scream at her to flee, but Michelle's larger frame has her pinned down tight. Evans' lips quiver as she pleads, "No, no," Michelle's ass hovers ever closer. "Puhleaseeee d.. don...", Michelles cheeks slowly drop an inch, eclipsing Evans' petrified face, "Not my faaace! You're soooo gross!" Evans' nose is now nudged against the crevice of the pale American's cheeks. "NohohoooMRPHHH!" Evans squeals.

Indiana's oval face, an object of lust and jealousy, adorned with luscious pink lips, cute button nose and deep blue piercing eyes accompanied by thin black lashes, and thin light brown eyebrows that are now arched in shock, is completely conceled. Her lustful, delicate tan features veiled by an embrace of magnolia-white skin -- that skin so prized by pale women and so carefully guarded by sunscreen to block the hot sun, now nestled down on Evans. Michelle wiggled her hips, wedging Indiana's nose deep inside her crevice, her swaying, sweaty cheeks encasing the Aussie's screaming, mortified face, creating an air-tight seal.

Leaning forward, placing her hands on Evans' abdomen to steady herself, Michelle goes to work,  grinding and scrubbing her beautiful derriere, scouring the landscape of her rival's face. Evans' kicking and muffled screaming is quickly and systematically reduced to twitches and murmurs until the young lady stops moving entirely, her body succombing to the smother. Michelle peels her ass off of her foe's slumbering face. Standing up, Michelle observes her handiwork.

Indiana Evans once flawless face is covered by a ruddy, tear-stained mask of humiliation. Her once arrogant smirking lips have transformed into an unappealing open-mouthed gape, topped off with saliva trickling down the side of her luscious pink lips.

Michelle bends down, gripping a handful of sand, "Well, this has been fun, but I have a hot date and, since you won't be seeing any action," Trachtenberg peels back Indiana's bikini bottoms, shoving the sand inside the crotch-panel. Kicking the passed out brat onto her stomach, Michelle grabs the back of her bottoms and jerks the material, visciously tugging the bottoms high up, Indiana's tight, tanned tush. The flimsy material cuts deep inside her womanhood as it is stretched upward, biting into her ass. To add to the pain, the coarse sand grates against her senitive flesh as it penetrates her vagina. "Sleep tight, cutie." Michelle giggles as she skips away, leaving her rival behind.

Indiana lays face-down, her bottoms wedged into an excruciating thong, grains of sand rubbing her raw, and the scent of Trachtenberg's famous derriere lingering in her nostrils. Off in the distance, the distinct sound of a camera shutter clicks.

[millsman]

Fantastic story!

[Jackflash Jump]

You do not mess with Ms. Trachtenberg.   

Michelle Trachtenberg vs Indiana Evans Bikini Catfight

[Ginny38]

You do not mess with Ms. Trachtenberg.   

Au contraire! I would ENCOURAGE everyone to "mess with Ms. Trachtenberg" ... that means we'll get plenty more GREAT finishes in this thread. Bring it on, y'all!!

[WrestleFic]

Chelsea Reacts to Domination

Chelsea


Tori


It had seemed like a good idea at the time, Chelsea mused. She'd headed out with Tori after filming their latest React video (reacting to Netflix's new GLOW series), and the series had been the focus of their conversation since. It wasn't until they reached the park that Tori had suggested they try out a bit of women's wrestling for themselves. Chelsea, thinking it sounded like a bit of fun, agreed.

Ten minutes later, she was regretting her eagerness. Tori was sat astride her, hands on hips, and pinning Chelsea's arms down under her shins. Chelsea had made a few game attempts to buck her off, but the brunette easily kept her position on the older girl's chest. With a final grunt, Chelsea let her head loll to the side.
"Eyes up, Chelsea."
Tori tangled her hand in Chelsea's hair and pulled her head to force her to look up at her captor. As their eyes locked, Tori flashed her a smile and shifted her position, such that her thighs pressed gently against each side of Chelsea's head.
"Have you done this before, then?" asked Chelsea casually, as she ran her hands from Tori's shorts down her bare legs. Tori glanced down and took hold of her hands.
"A few times," she said. "Although I usually end up on the bottom."
She laced her fingers with Chelsea's and pinned her hands down on the grass above her head.
"So what's the end-game here?"
"I was hoping you'd tap out or something. I mean, you're pretty much stuck under me, right?"
"I don't know," Chelsea replied with a cheeky grin. "I reckon I could get out."
Tori laughed and let go of Chelsea's hands, instead taking hold of her head again. She shuffled forward over Chelsea's body until she was straddling her neck, her crotch pressing up tight against the girl's chin. Then she leaned back and rested her hands on the ground behind her, thrusting against Chelsea's chin even more as a result.
"How about now?" she asked, peering down her own body at the slightly more agitated face beneath her. Chelsea's hands once again roamed over her legs and waist, but to no avail. It took less than a minute before she felt one of those hands tapping against her thigh.

Tori got back to her feet, standing over her defeated friend, and raised her arms in victory. Chelsea began to stand up too, but Tori quickly pressed a shoe against her stomach to keep her down.
"Not yet," she said in response to the unasked question. "There's something else I wanted to try."
"I don't like the sound of that," Chelsea muttered.
"Look, just stay lying there, this won't take long."
Chelsea watched with a look of puzzlement as Tori moved her foot off her stomach and instead took a seat next to her.
"What are you-"
Tori grabbed Chelsea under the arms and hefted her backwards, letting her head rest against one of the brunette's thighs. In an instant, the other leg wrapped around Chelsea's head and she locked her legs together. Chelsea squealed at the sudden pressure.
"A headscissor!" Tori exclaimed triumphantly. "Me and Mikaela wrestled a couple of months ago, and she got me with one of these. Man, she's got some strong legs."
"You don't say," Chelsea gasped, grabbing at Tori's legs and trying to pull them apart.
"So whaddya say? Submit again?"
"Seriously, Tori-"
Chelsea's reply was cut off as Tori clamped a hand over her mouth and squeezed her legs again. Chelsea's eyes widened.
"Come on, Chels, same as last time. You gotta tap."
"Mmph!"
Chelsea writhed desperately, but between the legs crushing her head and the hand cutting off her air, she was barely able to put up a fight. It wasn't long before her hand slapped against Tori's leg again.

[Jackflash Jump]

You do not mess with Ms. Trachtenberg.   

Au contraire! I would ENCOURAGE everyone to "mess with Ms. Trachtenberg" ... that means we'll get plenty more GREAT finishes in this thread. Bring it on, y'all!!

Touché!   

[katiedestroyer]

You do not mess with Ms. Trachtenberg.   

Au contraire! I would ENCOURAGE everyone to "mess with Ms. Trachtenberg" ... that means we'll get plenty more GREAT finishes in this thread. Bring it on, y'all!!

Touché!   

Ick i would love to smash her smug face in.