[Xtra164]

Cher Lloyd vs. Kelli Berglund




Kelli crotched down in the corner eyeing her victim like a jungle cat ready to pounce on her prey. She had somewhat of a rough beginning to her wrestling career firmly entrenched in the dreaded Jobber-tier of pint-sized weaklings, but she couldn't let an opportunity like this slip away. Sure, she'd beaten Ariana Grande before, but that wasn't exactly something to brag about. Besides of that very minor accomplishment, Kelli had suffered some brutal beatings since and was desperate for something positive. If Kelli was in danger of being labeled a jobber however, Cher was even more in danger of being labeled a creampuff which was somehow an even worse and more shameful designation. The British pop-star's catfighting career had been downright pathetic to start, and unfortunately for her this match was going any better. Slowly getting up atop her wobbly, jean-clad legs stumbling around like she was in a drunken stupor after spending a night drinking at the pub, Cher held her pounding head with both hands from the running bulldog she just received not even knowing where Kelli went until it was too late.

The waiting Kelli leapt to her feet and made a running beeline for her opponent right as the still disoriented Lloyd turned around to face her. Kelli flew like a tiny bat out of hell scurrying across the ring, lowering her shoulder and flung her body right into Cher's mid-section landing an impressively hard-hitting spear. Cher's petite body practically turned inside out from the impact of Berglund's shoulder crashing into her smooth and skinny stomach. Kelli was ecstatic she had probably performed the most highly effective finishing move of her young and underwhelming career thus far. The impact from the move actually catapulted Cher towards the other ring corner like she was hit with a cannonball. Twice previously in this match, the now completely knocked out Lloyd broke a pinfall count by barely draping a wrist or ankle on the bottom ring rope to break the count, a classic lame duck move to barely stay alive in a match she had no business still fighting in, but Kelli would make sure that wouldn't happen again this time. She quickly grabbed one of Lloyd's spread-eagled legs by her ankle, dragged her into the dead center of the ring and climbed atop her body taking the same leg she pulled with her folding it over Cher's body for a provocative looking full body leg hook pin.

The three count was a mere formality as it was clear Cher wasn't waking up anytime soon. Kelli was definitely proud of herself, mostly for how she landed that concluding spear, but she was mostly just relieved she can put another victory in her match record and she hoped this would be the start of a potential better streak of match results. She tossed Cher's hooked leg back down to the mat and rose to her feet standing above her squashed adversary. Kelli contemplated doing the customary post-match humiliation, stripping Lloyd's shirt and jeans off or something to that effect, but decided against it more than happy enough that she was just walking back up the ramp as a winner. Quite the opposite situation for Cher however who remained flattened on the mat like she was bulldozed over and now, more so than before, looking like the very definition of a creampuff.

[Jimi]

Sophia Bush vs Kristen Bell


Sophia


Kristen



Sophia and Kristen had known each other for a while, and were generally friendly enough towards each other, but were certainly competitive, and increasingly so the more functions they attended together. Perhaps too comfortable with the growing rivalry, Kristen made an off the cuff remark about Sophia's dress looking tighter around her gluteus than she had remembered. Sophia had taken offense of course, and it wasn't long before she had KBell face down on the carpet, her dress hiked up to her mid back.

"Go on, Kristen, comment on my ass again!" Soph shouted as she spanked the blonde's firm little tush, jiggling it and making the slightly older gal yelp in discomfort.

"Ow! Oh! Get off!" Kristen was yipping. "Soph I take it back! I'm sorry! Stop that!!" Kristen was bright red in the face in humiliation, matching the current state of her little derriere as Soph gleefully spanked her again and again.

Soph glanced down at her hand, the ink running from the charity-event-themed writing, 'love is louder'. "I guess it's not louder than a jealous little FLAT assed blonde, is it Kristen?" Soph laughed at the embarrassed blonde. Kristen could only shake her head, tears starting to flow as a crowd gathered round, phones out filming.

Sophia grinned for the cameras, then pulled Kristen's dress off completely, and dragged the little blonde across the room in her bra and panties. She dumped Kristen into the water fountain, the blonde thrashing about, humiliated and drenched now. And Sophia just laughed as she high fived various function attendees. "Let that be a lesson to you, Kristen!" Sophia cooed as KBell sobbed in the fountain and rubbed her pained ass cheeks.

[fasteddy44641]

Hehe Jimi you must have still been sore about Kristen beating Soph before huh?

[Jimi]

Haha. Was a good chance for her to get one up on her rival.

[Xtra164]

Great stuff Jimi! Love Kristen getting her ass spanked and humiliated after running her mouth off!

[Jimi]

Thanks Xtra!! I enjoyed writing that little bit. Who else do you like?

[Jackflash Jump]

Zendaya vs Dove Cameron



It was, to say the least, an unexpected turn of events.  Zendaya had seemed to be in firm control of the match, locking Dove in an abdominal stretch, which she bo doubt anticipated would drive the blonde to submit.  Instead, in a magnificent display of strength and endurance, Cameron managed to hip toss her startled opponent to the floor, and then pounced on her like a tawny jungle cat.  The two young beauties rolled back and forth across the penthouse carpet, each desperate to overcome the other.

And when they finally ceased their writhing and thrashing, it was Dove who was in command.  She had Zendaya face down on the floor, the blonde laying her lithe body atop that of her rival, and held the sepia beauty in place with a combination rear naked choke and a grapevine of her legs.  Zendaya squirmed, a look of panic growing on her face as she gasped and gurgled for breath, but the blonde kept her pinned down.  Finally, accepting the hopelessness of her fate, Zendaya began to tap at the floor to signal her submission...but Dove refused to release her.  Displaying a vicious streak few suspected the angelic-looking lass possessed, Cameron kept strangling her wimpering adversary until finally Zendaya's eyelids fluttered shut and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Releasing her hold at last, Dove stood up like 'Venus Rising', then tauntingly placed a foot upon the butt of her conquered rival and raised her arms in victory to bask in the adoration of the spectators.

[Jackflash Jump]

From a suggestion by 1619626.

FLASHBACK 1995: Jennifer Connelly vs Charlize Theron



The spectators, each of them among Hollywood's elite, were all impressed by the performance of the statuesque South African import.  Charlize had given Jennifer as rough a challenge as the brunette had faced in a while, and up until just a few minutes ago it looked as if the blonde might score an upset and defeat Connelly.

But that was before Jennifer got Theron flat on her stomach; sitting on the blonde's back, Connelly grasped her rival's ankles and bent her long, sculpted legs back, drawing mewls and moans of anguish from Charlize with a crude Boston Crab.  Another few moments of this, all were assured, and the foreign fury would be screaming her submission.

But Theron was made of sterner stuff.  Blocking out the searing pain as much as possible, she twisted her upper body and reached up and back with her left hand, until she could fill it with her tormentor's jet- black tresses.  The startled Jennifer gave a shriek as she was suddenly yanked backward, and in her surprise she released Charlize's legs.

Like two snarling jungle cats, both hellions now rolled back and forth across the carpeted floor of the Malibu beach house.  The expensive designer dresses they had begun the fight in were now tatters that littered the floor, and both beauties were reduced to only their panties.  Rivulets of sweat glistened across their flesh as they panted and groaned as one, each pushing herself beyond her own limits of endurance.  Whoever emerged from the vicious tableau would surely be the winner.

Ultimately, that woman was Charlize, who managed to maneuver herself behind her opponent; there, she wrapped an arm across Jennifer's throat.  Connelly's hands clutched and tugged at the offending limb as she was choked, but what scant power she had left was too feeble to pry it loose.  Soon enough, the brunette's eyes closed shut and her lush body went limp.  And while Connelly was driven into inglorious defeat, Charlize now emerged as a new blazing star in the celeb catfight circuit.

[Jackflash Jump]

FLASHBACK 1979:  Susan Anton vs Jayne Kennedy



Nearing exhaustion, the two statuesque combatants panted and winced as they struggled in a test of strength, their arms trembling as their boots dug into the canvas for traction, sweat glistening across the firm bodies of both.  The result is a stalemate, but that swiftly comes to a halt when Susan throws a kick up, the toe of her boot punting hard into Jayne's lower belly.  With a gasp of air, Kennedy doubles over, allowing Anton to scoop her up off of the mat and, with an Amazonian bellow, slam her opponent's spine across the blonde's bent knee for a backbreaker.  Jayne screams and rolls off of her rival's knee, landing with a thud on the mat, her right hand reaching for her aching back as she moans softly.

Anton doesn't waste time savoring the moment...she knows from past experience just how swiftly Kennedy can recover from seeming haplessness, and she wasn't about to give the powerful brunette the chance.  Thus, Susan snaked her long, powerful legs around Kennedy's head and locked on a Figure Four Headscissors.  Jayne thrashed about, frantic to pull herself free, but to no avail; soon enough, her eyes grew glazed and her eyelids slowly began to narrow.  For Susan, this was sweet revenge: in their previous match, the brunette had beaten her with a Sleeper.

The HWA referee asks Jayne several times if she's ready to submit, and at the third inquiry, she starts to tap her hand on her tormentor's leg.  But before the official can call for the bell, Susan snarls, "Ignore her!"  Fear fills the brunette's eyes at these words, because she knows just what it means...Anton will not release her until she's knocked out!

The whimpering Jayne squirms feebly, but to no avail.  Within less than a minute her eyes shut; the referee raises and drops her limp arm once, twice, thrice, and only then does he order the final bell rung.  Susan releases her hold with some difficulty; so great was the pressure she was pouring into the move, her legs were very nearly paralyzed in that position.  But with the ref's help she's able to get back to her feet.  She then adds insult to injury by planting a boot to the heaving chest of her conquered rival and raises her arms to accept the cheers from the crowd.

[Jimi]

Sophia Bush vs Rachel Bilson

Sophia Bush


Rachel Bilson


"She's right ya know," Rachel Bilson giggled as she watched Sophia Bush spanking the helpless blonde Kristen Bell. "You're looking a little chunky these days."

A low growl emanated from Sophia's lips as the spanking stopped and she slowly turned to scowl at Rachel. "You wanna repeat that?" Soph asked, her gravelly voice full of venom.

Rachel giggled, arms crossed over her lovely chest. "I SAID... You. Have. Really...." eyeing Bush's frame... "Really. Chunked. UP. SOPH!"

In a flash, Kristen was all alone, sobbing on the floor, and Sophia was tackling right through the flat-footed, surprised Rachel. There was a loud grunt as the two babes collided and Rachel's back hit the floor hard, Sophia landing on top and instantly tearing at her dress. "Oh, I'VE chunked up?!" Soph exclaimed tauntingly as she poked an index finger into Rachel's now bared tummy."

Rachel was squirming beneath Sophia, but pinned by the angry and slightly heavier actress. "Get off me fatty!" Rachel whined, which of course Sophia took exception to, slapping Bilson hard across the face, then once again, stinging her pretty cheeks. Sophia continued to tear at fabric, ripping away Rachel's bra, and dug her claws into both orbs, punishing them.

"These are bigger than I remember!" Soph giggled. "I guess there's an upside to putting on a few pounds, eh Rachy?" Rachel squealed as Sophia softened her breasts and tugged them a little out of shape.

"Now, let's see if you're quite as big a hypocrite as Kristen over there..." Sophia smirked, flipping Rachel over and ripping her dress the rest of the way to expose her little panties. Sophia sat on Rachel's back and started spanking the girl's ass cheeks, giggling gleefully the whole time. "Oh Rach, this is WAY fatter than mine OR Kristen's! You silly little girl!" Sophia spanked away as Rachel wailed and kicked her legs, her face bright red in humiliation as the gathered crowd took photos and videos.

"Stop! You're not chunky! I'm fatter! Stop!!" Rachel suddenly pleaded as Sophia made a complete mockery of her. But Bush wouldn't stop until that booty was stinging red and bruised, and she was sure that RAchel would learn her lesson as well.

[Jackflash Jump]

Jennifer Lawrence vs Kaley Cuoco



Kaley grunted as Jennifer pulled her arms back by the wrists, and planted a foot squarely between Cuoco's shoulder blades.  Flat on her belly as her upper half was stretched back and up, the blonde struggled to try and get her knees under herself so that she could make an attempt to stand up and break the hold.

However, Lawrence wasn't about to give her that chance.  Sliding her foot up until it's behind her opponent's head, she suddenly releases Kaley's wrists even as she roughly shoves her face forward, curb stomping her into the penthouse floor.  The stunned Cuoco lay there face down, groaning.  It would be child's play now for Jennifer to press her advantage and draw a submission from her rival, but she decided to take a few moments to pose and preen over the hapless body of the vaunted Kaley, blowing kisses to her devotees in the small crowd of spectators.

Finally, Lawrence is ready to deliver the coup de grâce and wring a sobbing submission out of Cuoco with the statuesque blonde's favorite finisher, the abdominal stretch.  She grabs her adversary by her matted flaxen mane and peels her up off of the carpet, then begins to entwine her figure with that of Cuoco, intent on using her body as a fulcrum to break Kaley's.  But even as she's applying the hold, her victim's unfettered right arm swings up, and a finger thrust to the windpipe forces the gagging Lawrence to release the hold and stumble backward, hands clutching at her throat as she gurgles for breath.

Now free, Cuoco draws upon her dwindling reserves of strength and unleashes a stinging backhand slap across her adversary's face, a shower of perspiration erupting from Jen's head as her whole body twists sideways from the blow.  Next, slipping up behind Lawrence, pressing her body against her rival's, and wrapping her arms around her waist, Kaley dips her knees, and then with an Amazon's bellow lifts Jennifer up...only to bring her crashing down again a moment later, slamming the blonde's groin onto Cuoco's bent knee for an atomic drop!

The impact sends the wailing Lawrence sailing forward and belly flopping to the carpeted floor.  And now it was Cuoco's turn to deliver the killing stroke: she knelt down a-straddle over Jen's back and untied her own bikini halter, releasing her orbs.  She then grabbed Jennifer by the hair and yanked her head up and back, twisting the howling girl's spine to an agonizing degree, until finally Lawrence's upturned face looked at the ceiling.  Now Kaley pressed her satiny breasts down over her opponent's face for a smother, Jennifer's muffled wails and flailing arms making plain her panic.

Very quickly, Lawrence's movements grew sluggish, and then they ceased altogether.  Finally satisfied that her rival had been driven to unconsciousness, Cuoco freed her from the smother and stood up, planting a foot on the defeated battler's butt as she now did her own preening and posing, to the raucous cheers of those assembled.

[Maizenblue]

Loved the Rachel Bilson story. Need to see her get beaten more.

[Xtra164]

Cierra Ramirez vs. Ariana Grande




Cierra squeezed her arms tightly around Ariana locking her in a bearhug; crushing the poor signer's ultra petite frame like a twig seconds away from snapping clean in two. What little offensive attack and physical stamina Grande possessed at the start of the match had long since evaporated as once again she'd been reduced down to nothing more than a ragdoll at the hands of her opponent. This time it was Ramirez who got the honors; in her first match ever and not willing to take any chances in letting this victory get away from her. Ariana could only weakly flail her dainty limbs and squeal her tiny fluttery voice throughout the arena as Cierra continued to ramp up the back-breaking pressure trapping Grande in like a vice.

She kept the bearhug in tact until Ariana's feeble squirming gradually slowed to a holt. Grande's limp body now being held high in the air like a jobber trophy. Just before she'd black out completely, Cierra swung around flipping Ariana high up only to slam her back down to the mat in a killer belly-to-belly suplex. Cierra's thicker and more robust body came landing right down atop of Grande literally squashing the creampuff to the canvas. Ariana's wimpy body flattened underneath with her skinny arms and legs sprawled out and spread-eagled. It was Ariana's natural state of being against almost every other girl previously and tonight, even against an inexperienced rookie as short as herself, it was same as it ever was for the career loser.

Cierra remained atop of the the mashed-to-the-mat Grande for the basic yet effective pinfall count. Ramirez even shifted herself up a little to properly smother her superior full-bodied bosoms right on the zonked out Grande's face as the ref counted to three. She stayed laying on her for a few seconds after the finishing bell rung, soaking in the feeling of victory while giving everyone an opportunity to take some pictures of her posing atop her opponent in domination. On her way back up to her feet, Ramirez grabbed Ariana's flowery-white summer dress and stripped the garment off her still unmoving body. She'd take it back with her to the locker room as a souvenir of her first notch in the W column. For poor Ariana meanwhile...it was yet another of the many notches in her L column that ended up the same way as so many others have for her: squashed, pinned and stripped.

[griffin]

Cierra Ramirez vs. Ariana Grande




Cierra squeezed her arms tightly around Ariana locking her in a bearhug; crushing the poor signer's ultra petite frame like a twig seconds away from snapping clean in two. What little offensive attack and physical stamina Grande possessed at the start of the match had long since evaporated as once again she'd been reduced down to nothing more than a ragdoll at the hands of her opponent. This time it was Ramirez who got the honors; in her first match ever and not willing to take any chances in letting this victory get away from her. Ariana could only weakly flail her dainty limbs and squeal her tiny fluttery voice throughout the arena as Cierra continued to ramp up the back-breaking pressure trapping Grande in like a vice.

She kept the bearhug in tact until Ariana's feeble squirming gradually slowed to a holt. Grande's limp body now being held high in the air like a jobber trophy. Just before she'd black out completely, Cierra swung around flipping Ariana high up only to slam her back down to the mat in a killer belly-to-belly suplex. Cierra's thicker and more robust body came landing right down atop of Grande literally squashing the creampuff to the canvas. Ariana's wimpy body flattened underneath with her skinny arms and legs sprawled out and spread-eagled. It was Ariana's natural state of being against almost every other girl previously and tonight, even against an inexperienced rookie as short as herself, it was same as it ever was for the career loser.

Cierra remained atop of the the mashed-to-the-mat Grande for the basic yet effective pinfall count. Ramirez even shifted herself up a little to properly smother her superior full-bodied bosoms right on the zonked out Grande's face as the ref counted to three. She stayed laying on her for a few seconds after the finishing bell rung, soaking in the feeling of victory while giving everyone an opportunity to take some pictures of her posing atop her opponent in domination. On her way back up to her feet, Ramirez grabbed Ariana's flowery-white summer dress and stripped the garment off her still unmoving body. She'd take it back with her to the locker room as a souvenir of her first notch in the W column. For poor Ariana meanwhile...it was yet another of the many notches in her L column that ended up the same way as so many others have for her: squashed, pinned and stripped.

Nice story of Ariana Grande getting crushed in a bearhug followed with a pin/breast smother finish. These two are about the same size, except Cierra has bigger tits, and Ariana is still loses badly. She's a great jobber.

[Jackflash Jump]

FLASHBACK 1984: Phoebe Cates vs Jennifer Runyon



Jennifer staggered backward, badly stunned from her collision with the empty corner...the result of Phoebe having flung herself out of harm's way at the last instant as the busty blonde attempted a wrecking ball body splash, leaving only the turnbuckles for Runyon to painfully collide with.

Now the brunette pressed her sudden advantage, unleashing a chop across her opponent's chest that reverberated sharply through the arena, eliciting a supportive "Whooooooo!" from the crowd.  Wincing, Jennifer spun away from her adversary, but that was exactly what Cates wanted; Phoebe jumped up onto Runyon's back and wrapped her arms tight around the blonde's head, locking on her 'Nighty Night' sleeper.

Jen's arms windmilled in haplessness as the blood flow to her brain was slowed, her legs trembling to support the weight of her tormentor until finally they buckled and she dropped to her knees.  Cates tightened her hold as the embattled blonde whimpered in distress, her hands now weakly slapping and tugging at the steel band-like arms that encircled her skull.

Finally, Jennifer's glazed eyes rolled up and her eyelids fluttered shut as her whole body went limp.  The referee was about to lift her arm to check and see if she was still conscious when Cates stopped him.  "Forget that," she tells the zebra.  "I'm going for the pin!"

With that she released her sleeper and laid the slumbering blonde onto her back.  Triumphantly, Phoebe then planted a boot upon her beaten opponent's heaving chest and flexed her arms in a show of victory as the official slapped off "One...two...three!"

The voice of the announcer pierced the air as he proclaimed, "YOUR WINNER...AND STILL HWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...PHOEBE CATES!"