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Might I suggest the theme Upstarts? Women who are 18-20 or 18-21 and are entering the catfight scene or are making strides in the catfight scene.

My friend, I think that will most definitely be the theme to follow this next one.  Excellent suggestion. 

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Our new theme is simplicity itself.  Perhaps the most appealing of feminine contests...

BLONDES vs BRUNETTES

Have at it, friends.   

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Brittany Snow vs Michelle Trachtenberg




"What are you doing?!?  Stop it!"

Michelle's words...half command / half plea...fell on deaf ears.  Adrenaline pumping through her veins, the enraged blonde's hands tugged at the expensive designer gown her opponent was clad in, and to the sound of ripping fabric, she tore it from her body.

The onlookers sat in shocked silence at the spectacle.  Tonight's battle is an Evening Gown Strip Match, and as the name suggests, the only way to win is to render your adversary naked.  Trachtenberg had been on the cusp of achieving that; taking early command of the fight, the brunette had littered the penthouse floor with the tatters of Brittany's dress, and had relieved her of her bra as well.  But, just as she was attempting to pull Snow's panties off, the blonde roared to life and unleashed a withered assault on her rival.    The battered brunette was rendered dazed and could offer no resistance greater than her trembling exclamation.

The outer layer disposed of, Snow's hands now tugged at Michelle's bra; the brunette struggled to save her garment, but the blonde would not be denied, and eventually Trachtenberg's breasts fell free as the article of clothing was ripped away from her chest.  It all came down to the panties now.

Michelle having recovered enough to go back on the offensive, the two beauties rolled back and forth across the carpet, their limbs tangled together as each struggled to pull the underwear off of the other.  Then, as the snarling combatants thrashed about, Brittany managed to slam her knee into the side of Trachtenberg's head; the brunette's eyes suddenly went glassy and she flopped onto her back, stunned.  Snow paused, seemingly uncertain what to do next.  But then she swiftly but methodically grabbed her opponent's black lace panties and tugged them down her legs, past her ankles and then off completely.

It took Michelle several more moments to snap out of her stupor, and a few seconds after that to fully comprehend what had happened.  Her face instantly reddening, her right hand rushed to cover her womanhood while she drew her left arm across her breasts, attempting to salvage what scant modesty she could.  She had never been fully stripped in a match before, and her anger was only surpassed by her humiliation.

But although technically she was the winner, Brittany wasn't satisfied.  She wanted her rival to verbally concede, to prove to everyone there who the better woman was.  So she rolled the startled brunette over onto her belly and stood up; bending Trachtenberg's legs back at the knees and tucking her feet behind the blonde's shins even as Snow placed her feet on the back of Michelle's thighs, Brittany then bent down and grabbed her adversary's wrists to pull her arms back.  With a sudden movement, Snow then threw herself backward onto her own back, lifting her unwilling passenger up.  Showing tremendous raw power, Snow holds Trachtenberg aloft in a Romero Ceiling Hold, Michelle's full weight being pressed painfully on her shoulders and thighs as she howls in anguish.  Although she trembles from the exertion, Brittany does now release her foe, holding her nude body aloft like a sacrifice to the wrestling gods, the bodies of both beauties glistening with perspiration.  Finally, unable to withstand the pain any longer, Michelle shrieks, "ENOUGH!  STOP!  I GIVE UP!!!"

Brittany throws her beaten adversary to the floor, then gets to her knees and grabs Michelle's nearby bra from the floor.  Before the sobbing brunette can comprehend what's happening, Snow uses the garment to hogtie her wrists and ankles behind her.  "Leave her!" the blonde rasps to the spectators as she struggles back up to her feet, where she is given a silk robe to cover herself, while the helpless Trachtenberg is left whimpering and pleading for someone to free her on the floor for another hour.



FLASHBACK 2004:  Kaley Cuoco vs Mila Kunis



The blonde's face went from red to purple, her glazed eyes lolling in their sockets, while the brunette with the half-sneer on her gorgeous face tightened the pressure of her Figure Four Headscissors.  Kaley's hands slapped and clutched at the steely legs wrapped tight around her head, but to no avail.  Since her catfighting debut several months earlier, Cuoco had known nothing but victories; tonight; she tasted defeat for the first time.

Another minute of so of this, Mila knew, and her adversary would be knocked out.  But that wouldn't teach her the lesson which the brunette wished to impact...namely, that Mila Kunis is a bitch who is not to be trifled with.  So suddenly her legs sprang open, freeing the semi-conscious blonde, who gave a loud sigh of relief.  But this was no act of mercy.

In her dazed state, Kaley could only dimly comprehend what has happening, and she had no mental facility to react to it.  She felt herself pulled up by the hair, her belly draped over the bent knee of her rival.  She then could feel her bikini panties being tugged down around her thighs, fully exposing her butt.

The cascade of sharp, stinging slaps that next befell her rear end snapped the blonde from her stupor, but she was still too spent to do more than squirm ineffectually as the cracking open palms quickly turned her flesh glowing red.  Tears streamed down Cuoco's face, both in pain and shame, as she was humiliatingly spanked, revealing her helplessness.  Finally, lower lip quivering, she sobbed, "Stop!  STOP!  I QUIT!"

"Say 'auntie'," the brunette purred.

"AUNTIEEEEEEEE!" Kaley wailed, adding a dollop of humiliation to her crushing defeat.  Satisfied, Kunis stood up, pushing her adversary off of her knee and sending her crashing to the floor, where she rolled over onto her belly and buried her tearful face into the thick carpeting.  Mila placed her right foot almost daintily upon the still-red bare derriere of her conquered rival and flexed her arms as the cheers of the onlookers washed over her.

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Oh, come now!  You mean to tell me that nobody can find enough inspiration in this weekend's match theme to write something?!?

(If you haven't seen what the theme is, go back to the bottom of page 108  )

[habib]

gal gadot vs Emma Stone in a pro wrestling submission match will be great

[habib]

gal gadot vs Emma Stone in a pro wrestling submission match will be great

[Mr. Bear]

Win or Lose Scarlett Johannson is always nice to see in action!

[Sandman13]

Marilyn Monroe vs. Jane Russell:
Marilyn was totally fed up with her co-star in the movie "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes". Jane Russell had been nothing but catty and sarcastic from the first day of shooting. Finally everything exploded while they were both in identical red dresses for a scene. Jane had taken one look at Marilyn, looked down proudly at her bigger chest and with a wicked grin told the camera crew "Well, I guess we can all see who filled out this gown correctly! And it ain't little Blondie!"
Marilyn just snapped. She charged the still smiling Jane, grabbed her by the hair and both fighters started staggering around the room, crashing into tables and chairs. Jane was soon pulling hair too and both women were screaming at the top of their lungs.
But Marilyn had fought her way up through the ranks and she let go of the brunette's thick hair and used her fists instead. A few good haymakers to Jane's belly had her grunting in pain and then a sizzling uppercut left the bigger woman wobbling on rubbery legs.
"Just remember this, cow tits - gentlemen prefer blondes cause they're the best fighters!" With that Marilyn walloped the fading Jane with a pulverizing right and the co-star crashed to the floor, out like a light. It would take lots of makeup to hide the black eye for the rest of the movie but Jane Russell never messed with Monroe or any other blonde ever again.

[Raypops]

  Love it!  Thank you Sandman13!

[darkwalker10313]

90's Mud Match: Pamela Anderson vs. Tiffani Thiessen


It has been a wild night so far in The Princess Palace, the popular new strip club and exotic pro-wrestling venue. This evening's first match already has the crowd out of their seats and roaring at the action in the ring. Tonight's first match features two hotties straight out of the 90's.
First, we have the busty blonde, Pamela Anderson circa 1992. (25 years old) The audience exploded with cheers when Pamela strutting to the ring wearing the classic red baywatch lifegaurd swimsuit.

Her opponent, also from 1992, is 18 year old Tiffani Thiessen. While not as big as the blonde's, Tiffani's ring entrance was still greeted with a lot of fanfare as the teen sauntered to the ring in a black string bikini with a pink floral print on it.

In keeping with the early 90's theme, both beauties have been battling it out in a classic mud wrestling match. It's been a grueling back and forth battle, mud splashing into the crowd, with no woman getting the upper hand for long until now.

Pamela lay in the mud, gasping for breath and holding her back in pain, after a devastating powerslam by the teen. Tiffani is standing over her fallen opponent, her now naked and mud covered breasts heaving. She bends down to grab a fistfull of muddy, blonde locks and slowly drags the older woman to her feet. Tiffani yanks back hard on the blonde's hair, tilting her head back so she can look into her mud-covered face.

"You don't know how long I've waited for the chance to kick your bleached blonde bimbo ass. I'm going to totally humilated and punish you in front of all these people, have fun whore!"
Before the "Please no, don't!", even passed half-way out of the blonde's mouth, Tiffani whips her into the ropes. She hits the muddy ropes and is flung full force back towards her teen aggressor. Tiffani slams Pamela hard across the throat with her forearm, stopping her upper body's forward momentum and again driving her onto her back in the wet mud. The Baywatch beauty writhes in the mud, holding her throat, gasping and coughing for air.

(I was inspired for this next part from a story by Anthony89.  https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=67151.msg498916#msg498916)

Tiffani struts around her opponent, basking in the crowd's adoration. She grabs her muddy bikini top from one of the ring ropes preparing to go backstage and clean up. Just as she begins to step through the ropes, she glances at Pamela still writhing in the mud in pain, then at the bikini top in her hand. The brunette teen grins wickedly.

She steps back into the mud and shouts to the crowd, "You wanna see me punish her one more time?"

At the approving roar of the audience, Tiffani kneels next to Pamela and prepares execute her final act of domination on the blonde. She rolls Pamela onto her stomach then wraps her bikini top around the older woman's throat, being sure to secure the ends tightly in her right hand. Then, she grabs one of Pamela's mud-covered ankles.

After a deep breath, the teen pulls hard on both the strap of cloth and her opponent's ankle, trying with all her might to make the two meet in the middle of Pamela's back. The Baywatch starlet cries out before being choked by her opponent's bikini top. Her body shudders with the racking sobs escaping her throat.

Within moments, the pain in her spine is too much for her. The hand not grasping at the cloth around her neck begins to frantically slap in the mud. That and her barely audible cries of, "I quit!", signal her complete and total submission to the teen.

Tiffani releases the slim ankle and shoves Pamela's face into the mud. Taking her top from the woman's throat, she exits the mud pit and saunters her tight, mud-covered ass backstage.
Look forward to more fights and events from The Princess Palace.

I do have something "special" (that's code for weird) planned for Friday the 13th. I'll give you a hint, it involves Nerf style foam "blades", vanilla frosting with red food coloring and strawberry jam.
Have a good one, and thanks for reading.

Also, is there a place where I could upload photos and then use it's address for posting here? Thanks.

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Now that's what I'm talkin' about!   

Much thanks, all.   

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Kate Upton VS Kat Dennings

At long last, a magnificent confrontation between two of Hollywood's greatest pairs of...beauty marks! 

Bravo, dear Writerette!

[Xtra164]

Flashback 2006: Kristen Bell vs. Mila Kunis




Mila mounted her longtime rival plopping her tush down on Kristen's back; the disoriented blonde withering in pain face down on the canvas. Tensions between the two hotties had long been fierce although the rivalry itself proved to be quite one-sided. Mila had straight-up owned poor Kristen; to put it simply. And this match was no different as she again had Bell right where she wanted her.

Exhausted and embarrassed at being dominated yet again, Kristen could only squeal when she felt Mila sit down on her back, tug both her flailing arms behind her and use both her own arms to lock underneath Bell's jaw. Kunis repositioned herself getting comfy atop her victim before leaning way back taking the blonde's upper body with her off the mat and locking in a dynamite camel clutch submission hold. Mila wore a gleaming smile on her face as she yanked Bell's body backwards already feeling her tears cascading down her face. It was merely the same old story as Kristen pathetically began slapping the mat in surrender almost immediately giving her nemesis another victory over her, but Mila kept the hold locked in continuously bending Bell's neck and back to a grotesque degree. Bell's contorted body flopped around like a fish out of water until the pain was too much to bare knocking her out cold for good.

Feeling her yet again defeated plaything go limp, Mila casually released the hold allowing gravity to do the work of Kristen's zonked out face landing to the mat with a thud. Mila shifted herself off her body but remained kneeling down to grab Bell's black sweatpants by the waistband and tug them down and off the blonde's unmoving legs leaving her face down in just her skimpy pair of black bra and panties. "Better luck next time, princess" the victorious brunette Kunis quipped as she gave one of Bell's upturned perky asscheeks a smack making it comically jiggle in the air. Mila made her way backstage with Kristen's stripped pants in hand leaving Bell yet again face down in defeat.

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Abigail Breslin, Sabrina Carpenter & Chloe Moretz vs Ariel Winter, Bindi Irwin & Stella Hudgens




The premise is simplicity itself:  Each team of three girls would fight her opposite number in a different room of the sprawling mansion.  When one fighter beat her opponent, she was free to go help her partners.  Conceivably, one wrestler could find herself fighting two or even three opponents at once.  However, the only way to ultimately win was for all three members of a team to defeat her opponent.  Anything less than a sweep would result in a No Contest.

In one room, Stella was finishing off Chloe with a bodyscissors/rear naked choke combo, the blonde's glazed eyes fluttering shut as she's driven into semi-consciousness.  Although panting hard and desperately wanting to take time to rest, Hudgens nonetheless staggers out of the room in search of her partners.  Moving down the long hallway, she hears the sounds of struggle behind a door and she opens it up.  There, she finds Ariel holding a struggling Abigail in a full nelson.

A smile comes across Winter's face as she sees her teammate enter.  "You're done for now, bitch," she sneers into Breslin's ear as the smirking Stella approaches the blonde, drawing back her right fist in preparation for landing a haymaker to Abigail's pretty face.  But as she draws near, Stella's face suddenly becomes a mask of pain, as Breslin unleashes a kick up between her thighs and straight into her groin.  The brunette doubles over with a yowl of anguish, and is met now with a lightning fast kneelift to the face, which sends Hudgens sprawling onto her back, badly dazed.

Confused by this sudden turn of events, Ariel loosens her grasp, and that allows Breslin to suddenly flip her over the shoulder and onto the floor.  The brunette lands with a thud, and before she can react, the blonde stomps her foot down onto her face, stunning her.  But before Abigail can press her sudden advantage, she hears movement in the hallway.  She quickly dashes to the open door and hides behind it, awaiting the third member of the rival team to enter.

Having left Sabrina mewling and motionless following a piledriver, Bindi was now in search of her compatriots.  Spotting the open door she looks in and finds her partners lying in heaps on the floor, each moaning in pain.  "Crikey!" the Aussie exclaims and she steps into the room in order to help her friends.  She doesn't hear the blonde move up behind her, and is caught by surprise as Breslin wraps her arm around Irwin's neck and delivers her roughly to the floor with a bulldog.

Each still stunned but able at last to move, Sabrina and Chloe meet up in the hallway, then go looking for Abigail, hoping they can save her before the brunette trio demolish her.  But to their utter shock and amazement, they enter the room to find Breslin stretching out their three semi-conscious rivals alongside one another on the floor.  "You're just in time, ladies!" the blonde smilingly says, and her partners don't need any further invitation.  Abigail and Chloe lay their lush bodies down upon those of their rivals, Ariel and Stella, pressing their bosoms down upon the sweat-soaked faces of the brunettes.  Sabrina, more modestly endowed than her allies, opts for a facesit on Bindi.  Thus suitably smothered, the hapless brunettes squirm feebly beneath their conquerors, until finally all three cease moving altogether, as they're driven into unconsciousness.

The match ombudsman thus declares the blondes victorious.

[AKMaster]

Blondes vs Brunettes : Camren Bicondova vs Natalie Alyn Lind



Revenge is sweet, they say, and it certainly felt sweet to Carmen as she constricted her legs around Natalie's neck in a figure four headlock! Natalie whimpered and gasped as she attempted to pull Camren's legs, the crowd of onlookers watching with hushed silence. Camren paid them no heed, and simply concentrated on Natalie's struggling face, a small smirk appearing on her face during such.

Ever since she lost her debut match against Natalie, she had heard whispers of people calling her a jobber. A pushover like Lily Collins! Well Camren couldn't let that happen, and she challenged Natalie to a rematch in the theme of the blondes vs brunette matchup! Natalie, with clear arrogance, accepted, believing the rumors herself to a degree. Which ended up being a crucial mistake as the even match soon turned to Camren's favor, as she is able to trap Natalia in painful hold after painful hold. Some would attribute it to Natalie's cockiness, her almost playful manner, but some would attribute it to Camren's clearly improved skills.

Regardless, one thing was for sure, the humiliation Natalie gave Camren gave Camren a fury that soon decided the match. Camren, now a mischievous grin on her face, intended to pay Natalia back, as her hands now clawed at Natalia's breasts! Natalie screamed in response and Camren enjoyed every note of it, laughing and saying.

"What was that again, about giving my hills some attention? There was a song right? we must, we must, we must increase the bust!" Natalie moaned in response, her cheeks red from effort, pain and humiliation, all of which started to sap her of her strength! Camren saw that Natalie, was fading and she leaned towards her face and says.

"Not the jobber you thought right?" Natalie only groaned in response, spitting out curses in the process! Camren responded by twisting Natalie's nipples, bring out another gasp of anguish and humiliation and soon Natalie's gasp grew weaker! However, Camren had planned to be exacting in her revenge, and when Natalie seemed too weak, she let go of her headlock. Sitting on Natalie's chest, Camren moved her hips slowly, shacking back and fourth to wake Natalie to wake up only for her to witness Camren rather endowed rear coming to her face.

"Noooo..mmppphhhh!!!" screamed Natalie as Camren completed the facesit, jiggling her ass doing so while twisting at Natalie's nipples still. Natalie attempted to push Camren off, but she was too exhausted and all she could do was scream, whimper and moan as the world grew darker and darker. Finally, after a minute or two, Natalie grew still. Camren give a humph of triumph as she felt her rival pass out. True, she had beaten this whore in an unoriginal manner, but revenge had to be paid in full! No doubt everyone now knew, and she made sure of it by stripping Natalie of her bikini! Grabbing the panties, she threw it to the crowd! The bra however, she kept as a trophy as she layed over Natalie's naked body, cupping her sleeping face saying.

"Hope you enjoyed this whore! And if you ever think about facing me again, be my guest!" At which Camren gave a small yet sensually kiss to Natalie's lips and pushed her down hard. Standing up, Camren, looked towards the camera saying.

"Hope you all enjoyed it too, and if any woman thinks to face me, bring it on! Just remember what happened her!" At which Camren strode off to her dressing room, leaving the unconscious Natalia behind as the crowd soon start to applause!