[Maizenblue]

Hopefully Bindi gets her revenge and strips Shawn and spanks her till she cries.

[Mike82]

The Last Moment of Mayhem

Here's something new I'm trying.  While the pieces here in the "Finish Her" thread are by their nature short, they tend to cover a span of time of at least several minutes.  But here are the final glimpses of matches, lasting less than a minute, and some only a few seconds.  If you like this, feel yourself encouraged to try your own!   

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This duel of flexibility was going badly for the brunette.  Both battlers faced one another, their legs split wide.  But Amanda’s feet were pressed against the inside of Michelle’s calves, forcing her legs ever-wider, while the smirking blonde held her rival’s wrists tightly, preventing Trachtenberg from rolling backward to freedom.  The muscles of her sculpted gams threatening to rend, and with tears streaming down her face, Michelle shrieks, “I submit!”

First fall: Seyfried



Tyra shrieked in anguish as her statuesque body was bent most unnaturally, courtesy of Natasha's stretch muffler.  From her calve up through her spine, it felt as if her muscles were rending, and although Banks valiantly fought to withstand the agony, after what seemed to her like an eternity...in truth no longer than fifteen seconds...she was slapping her hand to the mat and screaming out "NO MORE!  LET ME GO!  I GIVE UP!"  Henstridge kept the hold in place for a few heartbeats longer than necessary, just to punish her longtime rival, and then she triumphantly stood up.



"NOOOOOOOOO!" Vanessa wailed, but her plea fell on dear ears as Vanessa dropped down, spiking the crown of her nemesis's skull into the floor with a devastating piledriver, instantly knocking Hudgens out.



Breslin allowed the barest of smiles upon her lips as Ariel squirmed beneath her, the brunette's face buried in the fleshy cage of her blonde rival's breasts.  Trapped and spent, Winter feebly tapped her hand against her tormentor's shoulder to signal her submission...but Abigail would not release her, instead maintaining her smother until Ariel was driven completely unconscious.



The two lithe beauties rolled back and forth across the mansion floor, legs entwined, their bodies glistening, as each used her hands to cover the mouth and pinch the nose of the other, both desperately determined to smother the other out.  Their rolling grew sluggish, then halted, and the eyes of both battlers were glassy and heavy-lidded as they struggled to draw breath.  Finally, Amanda’s eyes rolled up in their sockets and her body went limp, her hands falling free from Michelle’s face, allowing the brunette to gasp and gulp in air as her rival slipped into unhappy slumber.

Second fall: Trachtenberg



Tessa's fist cracked across Gal's chin, snapping her head heard to the side with a spray of perspiration.  Glassy eyed, Gadot drew her right arm back, preparing to return with a right cross of her own, but after such a grueling fist fight, her movements were sluggish, and Thompson had time to launch an uppercut that lifted her adversary up off of her feet.  By the time Gal crashed onto her back, she was unconscious.



Tears filled Kat's eyes as Danica tightened the rear naked choke, the buxom brunette sinking to her knees as her senses reeled, until with a pitiful moan she slipped into semi-consciousness, and defeat.  McKellar released the hold and placed a foot upon the hip of the beaten Dennings.



Since she was going to claim Jennifer's bikini halter as her trophy anyway, Kaley saw no reason why she shouldn't be using it as a garrote to choke the taller blonde out.  Lawrence's hands fell from her throat, where she been trying in futility to pull the garment free, and now fell limply to her side.  Cuoco unwrapped the garment from her victim's neck, and Jen flopped face first to the floor, finished.



Michelle swayed, exhaustion etched upon her face.  It took all of what scant power she had left to stay in place, which was seated atop Seyfried, the brunette’s derriere planted firmly atop the blonde’s face.  Amanda’s body squirmed feebly, her hands slapping weakly at the thighs of her tormentor, but she also was far too spent to muster the strength to escape.  Denied air, she swiftly tumbled into inky darkness.

Third and final fall: Trachtenberg

Ok, I definitely need some more of Tessa Thonpson.  She's a BAMF!  Plus, she's actually got muscles!

[Jackflash Jump]

Alice Eve vs Kaley Cuoco



It was billed as the 'Atlantic Championship'...the top celebrity catfighter in the United States, Kaley, facing off with her U.K. counterpart, Alice, on "neutral ground' in Reykjavik, Iceland.  And it had proven to be a tremendous clash, with both blonde beauties at the very peak of their powers.  For nearly forth exhausting minutes, they had battled to a veritable stalemate, with neither able to hold the advantage over the other for long, but each nevertheless dishing out tremendous punishment on one another.

However, the last five minutes of action had seen the Brit holding the definite upperhand, with Cuoco reeling under the merciless assault.  Now, Alice snared her opponent in a Full Nelson, turning the dazed and moaning blonde toward the American contingent of spectators, Kaley's bruised and battered bare breasts thrust out before her.  Sneeringly, the Englishwoman says, "So this is your great golden hope?  You see how I've destroyed her...how she's putty in my hands."  Then she hisses tauntingly in her rival's ear, "Say goodnight to the nice people, Yank...you're off to Slumberland!"

With that, she pulled her right arm free, leaving Cuoco caught in a Half Nelson.  She then snaked her right limb around her victim's throat, executing her "Eve of Destruction" choke/sleeper hold.  Kaley's partisans among the spectators let out audible groans of distress as the sad fact of her defeat was being unveiled before them.

But it was just then, in the moment before Alice could completely lock on her devastating hold, that the fire returned to Cuoco's glassy eyes.  Battle instincts flaring, she didn't hesitate as she suddenly lifted her right leg, and then smashed her heel down on the bare toes of her oppressor.  Alice let out a yowl of pain and instinctively released her hold; a heartbeat later, Cuoco reached back with both hands, grabbed the English battler by her flaxen mane, and flipped Eve over her shoulder, sending her thudding heavily onto her back.

For an instant Kaley swooned, the sudden exertion taxing her scant reserves of power.  But she gathered her wits and decided to let gravity do the hard work for her.  She suddenly collapsed to the floor, driving her elbow down between Alice's breasts in a crude variation of the heart punch.  The Brit's eyes went wide as saucers and she let out a sound that was half-moan/half-gasp.

Adrenaline now pumping through her veins and revitalizing her, the American rolled her adversary over onto her belly.  Bending Alice's legs back at the knees, Kaley sat between her gams, hooking the Brit's feet under her arms.  She then grabbed Eve's wrists, yanking her arms back and elevating her head and torso.  To complete the maneuver, Kaley pressed her feet across Alice's windpipe.  "I don't really have a name for this move," Cuoco says, teasing her rival for having so gratuitously named her own finisher after herself.  "I'm thinking 'Couc-O-Bye Baby'.  What do you think?"  But Alice's only response was a gurgled gasp as she struggled for breath.

Unable to tap out or verbally submit, the Englishwoman was reduced to utter helplessness, until finally her eyelids fluttered shut and her squirming body went limp, signaling that she had passed out at last.  Releasing her hold, Kaley stood up and planted a foot on her beaten rival's butt as Alice lay there slumbering, a trickle of drool in the corner of her mouth, while the ombudsman placed the diamond and platinum Atlantic Championship tiara upon the victorious blonde's head.

[Taylor Hawkins]

Hello all, I just wanted to quickly share with you guys a new site designed to piggyback off this ever-popular "finish-her" thread! I'll be putting out PPVs where the outcomes are determined via polls, and I want to showcase and share the excellent writing abilities of some of you guys. When I put out the PPV for voting, if a particular match-up catches your eye, I'll take any and all submissions of a little mini-recap of the finish (or full story if you want) and showcase them on the site along with FCF. It will be a great place for people to go to a fighter's page and see EVERY single "finish her" story ever written about her in league history. If you see fan favorite Kate Upton getting her ass kicked in the polls, write up a "finish her" style ending and either message me or add it to the thread. Once the polls lock, I'll roll out a PPV on the site with all the recap submissions I received (and write myself). The more submissions I get, the more amazing a read it will be for everyone, so y'all help me out with recap submissions!! I'm also more than happy to take roster and match-up suggestions, so let me hear those as well!

For listening to my sell job, here are the "finish her" recaps I wrote myself for the first PPV and a link to the blog

http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-1.html

Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=69181.0




Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada



Charlotte McKinney
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 32F
Hometown: Orlando, Florida

Charlotte McKinney (60%) defeats Stana Katic (40%)
"Katic confidently stalked her blonde foe around the outskirts of the ring, as what had been an evenly-fought match started to slowly tip in the seemingly more fit brunette's favor. Charlotte's bared F-cups teardropped toward the floor as she continued to exhaustedly lead the brunette around the ropes, sputtering as she used the extended game of cat and mouse to pump some much needed oxygen back into her burning lungs. With a shrill squeal, Stana finally caught the clumsily retreating barbie, using a ruthless two-handed grip on the blonde's world-class locks to sling her into the far ropes.

The canvas quaked as Charlotte trampolined off the ropes, only as she recoiled toward the waiting Katic she was able to throttle-down and throw off Stana's rhythm, ducking under her reckless clothesline attempt and instead ripping a close-quarters knee into the brunette's slender waistline. Katic hoarsely wailed as the meaty strike sent her crumpling to one knee, a mouthful of drool sloshing to the canvas as her sweat-soaked tresses draped over her eyes. With a renewed and heightened sense of confidence, the busty blonde readied her unrivaled pair as the brunette continued to writhe on her knees, looking skyward to the endless rows of fans as she sensually massaged her bare tits together. There was foreshadowing, and then there was this - McKinney's lethal breast smother was coming.

"No....too easy..." The blonde windedly huffed, scoffing at her downed opponent as she instead sank her talons into Katic's ruffled mane. With a venomous screech Charlotte hauled Stana up to her feet as if she were a weightless one hundred and twenty pounds, tucking the brunette's skull between her split legs much to the delight of the boisterous crowd who'd clearly been backing the blonde from the drop. Katic's verbal protests and squeals were muffled by McKinney's milky thighs tightening like a boa against her cheeks. With a wry smile sneaking across her face the blonde decided a thunderous knockout wasn't enough retribution for being stripped topless; leaning over Katic's bent frame and with two quick tugs, undid the drawstrings of the brunette's bikini top and bottoms, the sweat-soaked material sticking to skin for a moment before fluttering to the canvas.

In an effortless display of raw power and artful technique, Charlotte rotated Katic into a globally recognized position - the tombstone piledriver. Katic's long, lean legs folded limply over Charlotte's broad shoulders, the blonde impressively hugging Stana's slender waistline tight against her belly. Teetering on the brink of showmanship and exhaustion, Charlotte was forced to pull the string on the piledriver early, hammering the top of Stana's skull into the canvas below. Stana sickeningly flopped flat to her back, her limbs splayed spread eagle as you could hear a pin drop in the gym aside from the gurgling of Charlotte's first victim. Stana's bare chest strenuously rose and fell though her limbs were utterly motionless, her pert bosom violently twitching and quaking as a few periodic coughs and sputters assured Charlotte she was still breathing, though her smokey painted eyelids were glued shut. Charlotte sat on her haunches at the lifeless brunette's shoulders, drinking in the unconscious jiggling of bare flesh for a few seconds before leaning over her opponent's corpse. The blonde gently brushed her fingers over the brunette's neatly manicured bush, lingering between Stana's split legs before she hooked the inside of her bronzed thigh and hoisted her ankle all the way to her chin. Katic's bubbly behind perked straight up in the air as Charlotte made sure the 3-count was drawn out, only giving up the humiliating, bare-assed leg-spread pin when she was sure the CWF photographers in the front row had their magazine cover shot."




Kate Upton
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: St. Joseph, Michigan



Mandy Moore
Age: 33
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Nashua, New Hampshire

Kate Upton (68%) defeats Mandy Moore (32%)
"There was a stigma that came along with being the most successful bikini model on the planet; that she was little more than a big-titted blonde who'd get run out of the ring if she ever tried to fight. Her towering brunette opponent must have never gotten the memo that Kate broke that mold. Kate had taken Mandy apart, piece-by-piece, limb-by-limb. The brunette was practically in tears, huddle in a heap in the corner of the ring as Kate bare-chestedly paraded around the ring for a pre-victory lap. Practically the only "attack" Mandy had snuck into this brief contest was to snap the shoulder straps of Kate's heroic bra, freeing her massive orbs, though by her reaction Kate preferred the freedom. It was hardly worth the trouble, as Mandy's shocked reaction at having dismantled Kate's top allowed her to be hit with a paralyzing DDT that left her struggling to place one hand in front of the other as she crawled on all fours toward the ropes.

Once Kate wrapped up her gloating tour, she set her sights on the finishing the sputtering brunette. Tossing any semblance of caution to the wind, Kate plopped her full 140 pounds on the auburn-haired Mandy, snapping a pair of ruthless punches square into her mouth. Mandy dazedly dropped slack to the mat, gurgling as her eyes bulged, arms worthlessly flailing before settling on Kate's hips, though without purpose.

"Now, now, Mands...fair is fair!" Kate gleefully sang, effortlessly tearing the spandex sports bra Mandy was wearing right down the middle, allowing her fleshy pair to spill free. Before it could even register with the empty-headed brunette, Kate dropped fully prone and engulfed the sweaty facial features of her opponent with her heaving bosom. Mandy completely disappeared between the overflowing double-D's, her legs weakly pumping against the mat for no more than a few seconds before she fell completely still, counted out only once her split gams stopped wiggling."




Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK



Margot Robbie
Age: 27
Height: 5'6
Weight: 126 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Dalby, Australia

Margot Robbie (63%) defeats Keira Knightley (37%)
"The wiry brunette drunkenly retreated with heavy-heeled footsteps; the fact that she'd turned her back to the ravenous Aussie a sure sign she wasn't thinking clearly at this stage of the match. Keira had hung in long enough to give the bettors a scare, but the last few moments of action had made it clear that Margot outclassed her elder in every facet. Margot arrogantly stopped dead center of the ring with a stern expression on her face, reaching to tuck a few disheveled strands of silky blonde hair back into her tight-knit pony tail, allowing the staggered brunette to stumble and wind her way right back into Robbie's waiting arms.

With an artful lunge forward, the blonde took hold of Keira's slender throat with one hand, her fingers wrapping like a noose around her straining neck. The brunette's eyes daintily fluttered as her windpipe was sealed completely shut by Margot's grip, blubbering and wheezing for oxygen as Margot tossed Keira's off hand over her shoulder, sucked her tight enough to plant a dismissive kiss square on her forehead, then effortlessly lifted the 115 pound Brit off her feet. Keira's eyes bulged as she was hoisted two feet off the canvas, her tippy toes extending and wiggling for the mat but unable to find solid ground.

Before the brunette could so much as protest, Robbie pulled the ripcord, drilling the limp brunette through the mat with a brutal chokeslam. Keira's slender frame sickeningly trampolined off the mat before falling deathly still, all four limbs pointed to each corner of the ring. Eyes rolled into the back of her skull, mouth hung agape, Robbie knew the threat of a comeback had been snuffed out, purring as she placed a single forearm on the brunette's diminutive, convulsing bosom and scored the 3-count."




Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York



Taylor Swift
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 34A
Hometown: Reading, Pennsylvania

Michelle Trachtenberg (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)
"It seemed as though the entire arena, minus one person, was in utter shock at what they were seeing. The fight was no more than a few minutes old and from tape-to-tape, this had been a runaway. Taylor stumbled away from yet another empty-handed exchange blubbering as if she'd already thrown in the towel both physically and mentally, swaddling her milky white abdomen as Michelle looked on with venom dripping from her fangs. Taylor staggered clumsily toward the turnbuckle, unintentionally backing herself into a literal corner as the dark-haired brunette pressed her ever-present advantage. Michelle followed with a dismissive boot to Swift's backside, squealing as she clumsily sloshed into the corner turnbuckle, twisting to hit spine-first at the last possible second. Tay pleadingly extended a shaking hand between the two fighters, her other draped over the top rope as she pathetically mewled for mercy, but Michelle just seemed to stare right through her.

Taylor was passively compliant as Michelle confidently climbed up to the middle rope, straddling the blubbering blonde who appeared to be in no shape to put up a fight. Michelle gave Swift a foreboding wink as she clasped her hands at the base of her neck and launched herself backwards, tucking her knees to her chest as she went airborne. Michelle pulled the helpless blonde's face straight into her knees, their bodies exploding into a mangle of limbs as Michelle's shoulder blades hit the mat in a devastating double-knee drop. Swift lifelessly flopped to a stop flat on her stomach, head lulled to one side folded over her own arms. Michelle had hardly broken a sweat, seemingly all business as she rolled the gawky blonde to her back and swung a leg over Taylor's midsection for the 3-count.

"I'm putting every one of you on notice....this is piece #1 for my trophy case", Michelle scoffed into the nearest camera, awkwardly shimmying a limp Swift out of her diamond-studded bra and slinging it over her shoulder before dipping out of the ring."

[AppleCobbler]

Hello all, I just wanted to quickly share with you guys a new site designed to piggyback off this ever-popular "finish-her" thread! I'll be putting out PPVs where the outcomes are determined via polls, and I want to showcase and share the excellent writing abilities of some of you guys. When I put out the PPV for voting, if a particular match-up catches your eye, I'll take any and all submissions of a little mini-recap of the finish (or full story if you want) and showcase them on the site along with FCF. It will be a great place for people to go to a fighter's page and see EVERY single "finish her" story ever written about her in league history. If you see fan favorite Kate Upton getting her ass kicked in the polls, write up a "finish her" style ending and either message me or add it to the thread. Once the polls lock, I'll roll out a PPV on the site with all the recap submissions I received (and write myself). The more submissions I get, the more amazing a read it will be for everyone, so y'all help me out with recap submissions!! I'm also more than happy to take roster and match-up suggestions, so let me hear those as well!

For listening to my sell job, here are the "finish her" recaps I wrote myself for the first PPV and a link to the blog

http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-1.html

Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=69181.0




Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada



Charlotte McKinney
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 32F
Hometown: Orlando, Florida

Charlotte McKinney (60%) defeats Stana Katic (40%)
"Katic confidently stalked her blonde foe around the outskirts of the ring, as what had been an evenly-fought match started to slowly tip in the seemingly more fit brunette's favor. Charlotte's bared F-cups teardropped toward the floor as she continued to exhaustedly lead the brunette around the ropes, sputtering as she used the extended game of cat and mouse to pump some much needed oxygen back into her burning lungs. With a shrill squeal, Stana finally caught the clumsily retreating barbie, using a ruthless two-handed grip on the blonde's world-class locks to sling her into the far ropes.

The canvas quaked as Charlotte trampolined off the ropes, only as she recoiled toward the waiting Katic she was able to throttle-down and throw off Stana's rhythm, ducking under her reckless clothesline attempt and instead ripping a close-quarters knee into the brunette's slender waistline. Katic hoarsely wailed as the meaty strike sent her crumpling to one knee, a mouthful of drool sloshing to the canvas as her sweat-soaked tresses draped over her eyes. With a renewed and heightened sense of confidence, the busty blonde readied her unrivaled pair as the brunette continued to writhe on her knees, looking skyward to the endless rows of fans as she sensually massaged her bare tits together. There was foreshadowing, and then there was this - McKinney's lethal breast smother was coming.

"No....too easy..." The blonde windedly huffed, scoffing at her downed opponent as she instead sank her talons into Katic's ruffled mane. With a venomous screech Charlotte hauled Stana up to her feet as if she were a weightless one hundred and twenty pounds, tucking the brunette's skull between her split legs much to the delight of the boisterous crowd who'd clearly been backing the blonde from the drop. Katic's verbal protests and squeals were muffled by McKinney's milky thighs tightening like a boa against her cheeks. With a wry smile sneaking across her face the blonde decided a thunderous knockout wasn't enough retribution for being stripped topless; leaning over Katic's bent frame and with two quick tugs, undid the drawstrings of the brunette's bikini top and bottoms, the sweat-soaked material sticking to skin for a moment before fluttering to the canvas.

In an effortless display of raw power and artful technique, Charlotte rotated Katic into a globally recognized position - the tombstone piledriver. Katic's long, lean legs folded limply over Charlotte's broad shoulders, the blonde impressively hugging Stana's slender waistline tight against her belly. Teetering on the brink of showmanship and exhaustion, Charlotte was forced to pull the string on the piledriver early, hammering the top of Stana's skull into the canvas below. Stana sickeningly flopped flat to her back, her limbs splayed spread eagle as you could hear a pin drop in the gym aside from the gurgling of Charlotte's first victim. Stana's bare chest strenuously rose and fell though her limbs were utterly motionless, her pert bosom violently twitching and quaking as a few periodic coughs and sputters assured Charlotte she was still breathing, though her smokey painted eyelids were glued shut. Charlotte sat on her haunches at the lifeless brunette's shoulders, drinking in the unconscious jiggling of bare flesh for a few seconds before leaning over her opponent's corpse. The blonde gently brushed her fingers over the brunette's neatly manicured bush, lingering between Stana's split legs before she hooked the inside of her bronzed thigh and hoisted her ankle all the way to her chin. Katic's bubbly behind perked straight up in the air as Charlotte made sure the 3-count was drawn out, only giving up the humiliating, bare-assed leg-spread pin when she was sure the CWF photographers in the front row had their magazine cover shot."




Kate Upton
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: St. Joseph, Michigan



Mandy Moore
Age: 33
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Nashua, New Hampshire

Kate Upton (68%) defeats Mandy Moore (32%)
"There was a stigma that came along with being the most successful bikini model on the planet; that she was little more than a big-titted blonde who'd get run out of the ring if she ever tried to fight. Her towering brunette opponent must have never gotten the memo that Kate broke that mold. Kate had taken Mandy apart, piece-by-piece, limb-by-limb. The brunette was practically in tears, huddle in a heap in the corner of the ring as Kate bare-chestedly paraded around the ring for a pre-victory lap. Practically the only "attack" Mandy had snuck into this brief contest was to snap the shoulder straps of Kate's heroic bra, freeing her massive orbs, though by her reaction Kate preferred the freedom. It was hardly worth the trouble, as Mandy's shocked reaction at having dismantled Kate's top allowed her to be hit with a paralyzing DDT that left her struggling to place one hand in front of the other as she crawled on all fours toward the ropes.

Once Kate wrapped up her gloating tour, she set her sights on the finishing the sputtering brunette. Tossing any semblance of caution to the wind, Kate plopped her full 140 pounds on the auburn-haired Mandy, snapping a pair of ruthless punches square into her mouth. Mandy dazedly dropped slack to the mat, gurgling as her eyes bulged, arms worthlessly flailing before settling on Kate's hips, though without purpose.

"Now, now, Mands...fair is fair!" Kate gleefully sang, effortlessly tearing the spandex sports bra Mandy was wearing right down the middle, allowing her fleshy pair to spill free. Before it could even register with the empty-headed brunette, Kate dropped fully prone and engulfed the sweaty facial features of her opponent with her heaving bosom. Mandy completely disappeared between the overflowing double-D's, her legs weakly pumping against the mat for no more than a few seconds before she fell completely still, counted out only once her split gams stopped wiggling."




Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK



Margot Robbie
Age: 27
Height: 5'6
Weight: 126 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Dalby, Australia

Margot Robbie (63%) defeats Keira Knightley (37%)
"The wiry brunette drunkenly retreated with heavy-heeled footsteps; the fact that she'd turned her back to the ravenous Aussie a sure sign she wasn't thinking clearly at this stage of the match. Keira had hung in long enough to give the bettors a scare, but the last few moments of action had made it clear that Margot outclassed her elder in every facet. Margot arrogantly stopped dead center of the ring with a stern expression on her face, reaching to tuck a few disheveled strands of silky blonde hair back into her tight-knit pony tail, allowing the staggered brunette to stumble and wind her way right back into Robbie's waiting arms.

With an artful lunge forward, the blonde took hold of Keira's slender throat with one hand, her fingers wrapping like a noose around her straining neck. The brunette's eyes daintily fluttered as her windpipe was sealed completely shut by Margot's grip, blubbering and wheezing for oxygen as Margot tossed Keira's off hand over her shoulder, sucked her tight enough to plant a dismissive kiss square on her forehead, then effortlessly lifted the 115 pound Brit off her feet. Keira's eyes bulged as she was hoisted two feet off the canvas, her tippy toes extending and wiggling for the mat but unable to find solid ground.

Before the brunette could so much as protest, Robbie pulled the ripcord, drilling the limp brunette through the mat with a brutal chokeslam. Keira's slender frame sickeningly trampolined off the mat before falling deathly still, all four limbs pointed to each corner of the ring. Eyes rolled into the back of her skull, mouth hung agape, Robbie knew the threat of a comeback had been snuffed out, purring as she placed a single forearm on the brunette's diminutive, convulsing bosom and scored the 3-count."




Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York



Taylor Swift
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 34A
Hometown: Reading, Pennsylvania

Michelle Trachtenberg (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)
"It seemed as though the entire arena, minus one person, was in utter shock at what they were seeing. The fight was no more than a few minutes old and from tape-to-tape, this had been a runaway. Taylor stumbled away from yet another empty-handed exchange blubbering as if she'd already thrown in the towel both physically and mentally, swaddling her milky white abdomen as Michelle looked on with venom dripping from her fangs. Taylor staggered clumsily toward the turnbuckle, unintentionally backing herself into a literal corner as the dark-haired brunette pressed her ever-present advantage. Michelle followed with a dismissive boot to Swift's backside, squealing as she clumsily sloshed into the corner turnbuckle, twisting to hit spine-first at the last possible second. Tay pleadingly extended a shaking hand between the two fighters, her other draped over the top rope as she pathetically mewled for mercy, but Michelle just seemed to stare right through her.

Taylor was passively compliant as Michelle confidently climbed up to the middle rope, straddling the blubbering blonde who appeared to be in no shape to put up a fight. Michelle gave Swift a foreboding wink as she clasped her hands at the base of her neck and launched herself backwards, tucking her knees to her chest as she went airborne. Michelle pulled the helpless blonde's face straight into her knees, their bodies exploding into a mangle of limbs as Michelle's shoulder blades hit the mat in a devastating double-knee drop. Swift lifelessly flopped to a stop flat on her stomach, head lulled to one side folded over her own arms. Michelle had hardly broken a sweat, seemingly all business as she rolled the gawky blonde to her back and swung a leg over Taylor's midsection for the 3-count.

"I'm putting every one of you on notice....this is piece #1 for my trophy case", Michelle scoffed into the nearest camera, awkwardly shimmying a limp Swift out of her diamond-studded bra and slinging it over her shoulder before dipping out of the ring."

great stories, noticed your site doesn't have Elizabeth Olsen there, i think she would make a great rival for Margot Robbie, they are pretty much equal in size and height, would be a great fight if someone wrote it

[Jackflash Jump]

Taylor...Trachtenberg/Knightley would make for a great match up.  I'm just sayin'. 

[Taylor Hawkins]

Taylor...Trachtenberg/Knightley would make for a great match up.  I'm just sayin'. 

After the way Michelle trounced Tay Swift in the polls, Keira would have her work cut out for her! I?ll get it on the next PPV for ya

[Jackflash Jump]

Kaley Cuoco vs Leighton Meester



Kaley let out a sharp yelp as a jolt shot from her tailbone up her spine.  As she moaned in pain, Leighton gave a sinister smirk, her steely legs wrapped tight around the seated blonde's waist, while from behind her, Meester's hand held tight to Cuoco's flaxen mane.

"You got a good bounce on that one," the brunette purred.  "Shall we try for a better one?"  "No, no, noooooooo!" Kaley pleaded as her body was lifted up off of the floor by the power of her opponent's legs, only to bring her crashing back down with a keister bump (or "Meester Bump" as Leighton demands it be called), her rear end thumping to the floor, leaving her dazed from the pain.

And for a third time, the brunette lifted her rival up, and then brought her agonizingly down, beads of sweat spraying from her battered body with the impact.  Kaley's eyes glazed over as she whined in anguish.  Suddenly, Leighton threw herself to her right, her legs still wrapped tight around the blonde's midsection, causing them both to roll over; Meester was on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, while Cuoco was turned upside down, her shoulders pressed to the carpet while her legs and rear end dangled in the air.  "One...two...three!" the brunette called out, signifying a pin.  Of course, pins don't count in a catfight, but Leighton wanted to show Kaley...and the elite spectators...just how helpless she was, that she could finish the blonde off any time she wished.

One of the spectators, clearly besotted with the icily gorgeous brunette, urged, "Finish her!", and Leighton decided that was a delicious idea.

Unwrapping her legs from her adversary, the brunette rose to her feet, bent down, and grabbed the groaning blonde by her hair to haul her up as well.  But even as Cuoco became vertical, a spark of fire ignited in her glassy eyes, and she suddenly drove a knife hand thrust of her fingers into Meester's solar plexus, startling Leighton, who gave a quick gasp of pain.  A heartbeat later, the veteran brawler drove her right palm up against her foe's chin, snapping the brunette's head back violently.  Pressing her sudden advantage, the blonde spun around, turning her back to Leighton, and reached up and back with her hands, grabbing two fistfuls of chestnut mane.  For a moment it looked as if Cuoco planned to snap mare her opponent over, but suddenly the blonde dropped to her knees, pulling Meester down with her, until Leighton's jaw cracked against her shoulder with a stunner.

The hold on her hair released, Leighton melted to the carpet with a moan, while Kaley swayed uncertainly on her knees, the sudden exertions nearly overwhelming her faded reserves of strength.  This pause in the action gave the brunette precious seconds to try and recover, so that when Cuoco finally did turn around on all fours to face her foe, Meester was already sitting up.  Like snarling hellcats they flung themselves at one another, rolling back and forth across the carpet, legs entwined as hands yanked hair, fingers dug into flesh, teeth snapped.  Ultimately, Kaley was able to bang the back of Leighton's head against the floor several times, momentarily stunning her.

Those moments were all Kaley, adrenaline now pumping, needed.  Climbing up to her feet, she pulled her opponent up by an arm and her hair, then slipped behind the brunette, where she wrapped her arms tight around Leighton's belly.  As Meester came out of her stupor, the blonde hissed into her ear, "What do you say we see just how high you can bounce, sweetcheeks?"  The brunette's frightened eyes went wide as saucers as she began to beg, "No, don't, please...!"

But her pleas fell on deaf ears as, with a loud grunt, Kaley hoisted her adversary up high, then brought her back down...with Leighton's rear end slamming into Cuoco's knee for an atomic drop!  Simultaneously, the blonde opened her arms, and the impact sent Meester flying forward...and crashing atop her 'ringside' admirer with such force, the impact knocked his chair backward, sending the two of them crashing to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs, much to the amusement of the other spectators.

Grabbing the badly dazed brunette by the ankles, Cuoco dragged her across the carpet to the center of the room, where she flipped her over onto her back.  Leighton moaned and squirmed feebly as Kaley planted a foot across her throat and pressed down long enough to drive the embattled brunette into semi-consciousness, and defeat.

[Sandman13]

Sofia closed in on the rapidly fading Kaley. She finished ripping of the final shreds of Kaley's red outfit and didn't stop tearing away until even the blonde's underwear was on the floor.
"So you think you're the biggest star on television, do you?" Sofia screamed at her sniveling foe. "You think you can just walk up and punch me and I will fall? Huh? You think that? Do you?" She punctuated each question with a solid punch to Kaley's naked body.
The blonde star was on her way out but Sofia still managed to land one more cracking right hook on Kaley's chin. Her big eyes crossed, her tongue lolled out and she gave a little "Oooo" before collapsing in a heap at Sofia's feet.
"I will keep these rags from this second rate skank!" Sofia snapped as she turned on her heel and stalked away proudly. Kaley was out cold but her long legs still twitched as her eyes stared up blankly at the ceiling.

[Jackflash Jump]

Rose Bertram vs Kaley Cuoco



Kaley doubled over, gasping heavily for breath, courtesy of her opponent's knee lift to the belly.  After such a long and grueling match, Rose knew she had victory within her grasp, and she did not hesitate to try and seize it.

This being the blonde Belgian beauty's first American catfight, she knew she'd make the biggest impression with a spectacular finish.  Having watched U.S. pro wrestling, she thought that the piledriver would be easy enough to do, while also wiping out her adversary.  So, Bertram grabbed Cuoco's hair and pulled the American's head down between her thighs, then leaned over and wrapped her arms around her waist.  Kaley whined in distress when she realized what her opponent has in mind, but she's still too dazed to pull free.

With a loud grunt, Rose hoists Kaley up, holding the American vertical for a long moment, before suddenly dropping down to her butt.  But this is where execution falls short of intention.  Not being trained in applying the piledriver, Bertram fails to make certain her victim's head remains firmly between her thighs.  The result is that Cuoco thrashes enough to pull her head free, so that Rose takes the full impact (with the weight of both women behind it) through her own tailbone, sending a jolt of agony right up her spine.

The Belgian squeals and flops to her side, her hands clutching at her aching read end.  Kaley pushes up to all fours and crawls over to her opponent.  Balling her fist, she lands three quick blows to Rose's head, stunning her.  Adrenaline pumping, Cuoco climbs to her feet, grabs Bertram by her flaxen mane, and hauls her up as well.  She then doubles the other blonde over and pushes Rose's head between her thighs.  "Now this is how you do a piledriver, sweetie," Kaley rasps.  "Take notes, because there will be a test later."

With an Amazonian roar, the American lifts her adversary up, holding her straight up and down for several heartbeats, Rose's feet pointing to the ceiling.  Kaley then drops down, making certain her foe's head remains tightly between her thighs.  The end result sees the crown of Rose's head spiking painfully into the floor.  She is unconscious before her lush body flops to the carpet.

Victorious, Kaley stands up and plants a foot on her beaten opponent and basks in the applause of the spectators.

[Jackflash Jump]

Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg:  Santa's Elf Match



Snow swirled outside the windows of the penthouse high above Manhattan, but the real storm raged between its walls, as arch-rivals Amanda and Michelle, each garbed in Christmas raiment, battled one another for the title of 'Santa's Best Elf'.

As with their past battles, the two beauties were too evenly matched for one to dominate the other, so the brawl see-sawed back and forth between them, until now they battled exhaustion as much as one another.  At the moment, they were both on the floor, subjecting each other to dual ankle locks, while simultaneously trying to choke each other by pressing their free foot against their rival's throat.  As Trachtenberg and Seyfriend alternately grunted and gasped, it was becoming obvious that they could not continue this way, or else they would both pass out.

It was Amanda who acted first, pulling her foot off of Michelle's throat, only to them slam a kick into her face.  The brunette's eyes instantly went glassy as she gave a pained moan, but within instants she rallied herself and replied with a kick of her own to the blonde's face.  And so they battled, still agonizingly twisting each other's ankle, while with their other leg they lashed out again and again, smashing kicks into faces and heads.

But it wasn't long before Michelle was landing two kicks to every one of Amanda's, and then three.  Seyfried's blows grew weaker and erratic, her green eyes glazed and unfocused.  And then with a loud sigh she fell to her back, releasing her ankle hold.  Trachtenberg, likewise sore and dazed, shook her head to clear away some of the fog.  Releasing her own anklehold, she got to all fours and crawled over to her nemesis, sitting atop her chest and facing the blonde's legs, which she then grabbed and lifted.  Michelle then wriggled herself backward, until her red satin-covered derriere nestled firmly over Seyfried's face, her mini-skirt draping over the blonde's head like a shroud of defeat.  As she smothered her hated rival with a facesit, the brunette gave a wide smile and began to recite, "You know Dancer and Prancer, Comet and Vixen..."; Amanda's muffled cries seemed to answer her:  "MMMMFFFFF!   MMMMFFFFFF!  UUMMMMFFFFF!  MMMMFFFFHHHH!"  Seyfried's body then ceased its squirming and went limp, proclaiming her surrender to unconsciousness.

Tilting her head to the gathering of enraptured spectators, Michelle said with a joyous twinkle in her eye, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

[Taylor Hawkins]

Just wanted to share the "finish her" style recaps I wrote for the second Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPV as well as a link to the blog. Special thanks to tiger76 for the submission as well, enjoy the stories! As always, I'm more than happy to take match-up suggestions, so let me hear those as well!

http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-2.html

Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=69360.0




Scarlett Johansson
Age: 33
Height: 5'4
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32DD
Hometown: Manhattan, New York City, New York



Megan Fox
Age: 31
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Oak Ridge, Tennessee

Scarlett Johansson (62%) defeats Megan Fox (38%)
"The sultry blonde was operating meticulously, seemingly re-energized by every throaty cry and moan of her raven-haired opponent. A slow starter, but she'd more than made up for it with an unstoppable snowball of momentum. Scarlett pressed the bare-assed Foxy into the corner turnbuckle, her bottoms long gone thanks to a flick of Scarlett's wrist that sent them slingshotting into the crowd, savoring the mouthwatering view as she split Megan's legs and draped each of her bronzed thighs over opposing middle ropes. Strung up and helpless to retaliate, Megan pleadingly extended an unsteady hand and mewled for mercy, her other palm cupping her vulnerable, spread mound. Through the crooks in her fingers however, the thin landing strip shaven just above Megan's bare cxnt was still peeking through, acting as a perfect mark for the retreating Scarlett.

With a furious cry Scarlett crow-hopped forward and slung her foot between Megan's spread legs, an explosion of flesh-on-flesh erupting as Fox let out a horrified squeal. The tatted brunette melted to the canvas face first, folding over at the waist as her lithe frame unraveled from between her rubber shackles. Megan coughed and sputtered as her uncontrollable twisting and writhing brought her to her backside, peeling her eyes open to see an even more devastating sight; Scarlett's milky orbs closing in over her pained face.

The blonde willingly shimmied out of her cherry red sports bra, allowing her heaving bosom to spill free before dropping to her knees at Megan's shoulders. With an indelible smile and before Fox could even open her mouth to squeal, the blonde's DD's completely engulfed Megan's head. Johansson's fleshy pair mushroomed against the brunette's bucking form, her yelps and shouts almost inaudible through the blonde's chest. Scarlett was merciless, cradling the back of Megan's skull and sucking her even further between her cleavage in an unbreakable reverse breast smother. Megan's legs pumped desperately against the mat, fingers tangling in silky blonde locks but never challenging Scarlett's resolve. Foxy finally began to slow after a few breathless moments in Scarlett's iron-clad breast smother; her concerted efforts to squirm free slowly growing more and more uncoordinated before stopping altogether as her four limbs fell limp in unison. As Megan began to twitch and spasm into unconsciousness, Scarlett finally found it fit to raise off her lifeless foe, revealing the sweat-soaked features of the beaten brunette. As the elongated 3-count rang out, Scarlett sensually slithered over Fox, delicately brushing her fingers up and down Megan's laboriously-rising abdomen, grazing over her naval before tracing her bare cxnt. Without so much as a word of celebration, Scarlett bent down and laid a gentle kiss on Megan's forehead before raising both arms in victory."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York



Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK

Michelle Trachtenberg (60%) defeats Keira Knightley (40%)
"The entire ring was still violently quaking as the battered Brit lie face down on the mat, arms awkwardly folded up beneath her slight frame, the only hint of movement being the jiggle of her plump derri?re twitching in unison with the springy canvas. Michelle exhaustedly picked herself up from alongside Knightley with a noticeable grimace, struggling much more to put away the wiry brunette even after landing a brutal DDT that nearly spiked the Brit's skull through the canvas.

With a sluggish shove, Michelle sloshed the staggered Knightley to her back, her limbs flopping spread eagle with a gutteral groan as she rolled over. The brunette's fluttering eyes were met with a disgruntled scoff from Michelle, knowing she had to dig even deeper to finish this even if the last few moments had been one-sided. Michelle knelt over an already stark nude Knightley on her haunches, dismissively planting a stabilizing hand on one of the brunette's diminutive breasts as if she knew Knightley's chances in this fight were behind her.

Once she caught her breath, Michelle slung one of her toned legs over Keira's fragile frame, straddling the motionless Brit as she blankly stared up into the rafters. With verbose encouragement from those looking on, Michelle sat back and eclipsed Keira's expressionless face with her bubbly ass, wiggling and grinding her backside over the Brit's nose and mouth as Keira suddenly sprang back to life. The desperate revival was short-lived however, as the brunette's token resistance was quickly quelled and snuffed out by Michelle's fleshy reverse schoolgirl face-sit. Michelle could hardly be bothered with the Brit's squirming, cupping each of Keira's pert breasts and riding out the frenzied bucking until she sputtered to a stop. Michelle gave her pommel horse one last sensual grind of her hips before sliding off the unconscious Brit, scooping up her loose top and bottoms off the canvas before adding them to Swift's in her trophy case."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Michelle Trachtenberg (60%) defeats Keira Knightley (40%)
"Keira must have thought she was entering a beauty contest not a wrestling match,the English rose was adorned with earrings and jewellery,as catcalls greeted her ring walk by the mainly American audience,her 32A breasts spilling out of her tight black dress her dark brown hair hung loosely,"WHERE'S THIS YANKEE BITCH WHO'S ASS I'M GONNA KICK TONIGHT" yelled the Brit entering the ring,this outburst brought more booing from the home fans"i'm right here you limey tart" and Michelle emerged from the crowd in sexy lingerie her blue eyes staring intently at Keira"this is my turf KeiK and your pathetic Brit ass will be getting spanked tonight" the crowd roared at this and Michelle entered the ring "come on then" she challenged Keira to a test of strength with a fingerlock,Keira was reluctant to engage given Michelle's weight advantage,but couldn't be seen to refuse so finally raised her arms,despite Keira's frantic efforts Michelle easily pushed the Briton backwards and then slowly down towards the ring floor,realising she was outgunned Keira tried to dis-engage but Michelle had too firm a grip on her wrists which were being bent painfully "never mind Beckham" joked the New Yorker "bend it like Mich" finally Keira managed to escape this hold,but her respite was short as Mich resorted to old-school tactics and yanked Keira by her hair dragging her towards the ropes,Keira's mammeries were bouncing out of her tight outfit,giving the devilish Michelle an idea she placed Keira's tits on the middle rope and proceeded to run the full length of the ring rubbing Keira's breasts against the tough material "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHH" screeched Keira her tits starting to bleed from this punishment,the crowd roared their approval "ENCORE,ENCORE,ENCORE" they urged "got to please my audience K" and a smirking Michelle repeated the move,by the time she had finished Kiera was a sobbing wreck her dress had ripped her tits were bleeding heavily and her manicured brown mane was tangled and sweating "HAD ENOUGH BITCH"demanded Mich,Keira was too breathless too answer "YOU WANT MORE BITCH OK!" Michelle eyed her stricken foe who was sobbing seated in the ring holding her throbbing tits,"hum" mused the American "that pretty face of yours could do with a makeover" and she nailed the Brit with three haymakers,Keira could do nothing but sink to the canvas prone,somehow she was still conscious but her pretty features were no more,she sported a busted lip and her dark brown eyes were swelling,"time for a finale" Michelle clapped to the crowd and they responded eagerly "now you pathetic Brit let me show you some real tits",and Michelle unhooked her lingerie revealing her 32B bust which she proceeded to plant on Keira's sobbing face easily smothering the wimpering Briton with her breasts,Keira briefly resisted attempting to kick her legs but Michelle was much too strong and soon Keira was in dreamland,Michelle couldn't leave without stripping the tattered remains of Keira's dress and throwing the garment into the raucous audience "USA!USA!USA!" they chorused as Michelle posed for her victory pose atop the now comatosed Keira her blue eyes gleaming."

- Submission by tiger76




Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada



Lindsay Lohan
Age: 31
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32D
Hometown: New York City, New York

Lindsay Lohan (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)
"Lindsay slouched exhaustedly against the corner turnbuckle; an arm slung over the top rope as her tousled crimson locks concealed the look of agony etched across her twisted face, her mammoth pair freely teardropping toward the canvas. Katic's wiry, bronzed frame was a stark contrast to the milky curves of her opponent; confidently puffing out her pert chest as she towered over the defunct redhead, dangling what was left of Lindsay's jet black bra out in front of her chin. All the redhead could muster was an unconvincing snarl, scoffing at Katic's playful taunt at having leveled the playing field, both women's tops now littering the ring floor.

Katic had been surgical; she had to be given her age. On the other hand, no one would mistake Lohan for a singles hitter, recklessly going for the homerun knockout at every opportunity and too-routinely grasping at air. Before Lindsay could find her second (or third) wind, the brunette was once again a half-step ahead; craning one of her pendulous gams up into Lindsay's windpipe. The redhead bucked and spasmed for oxygen, gagging as Katic planted the arch of her foot just below her chin and threatened to submit the shorter Lohan with the Keibler special - a brutal corner leg choke. Stana began to aggressively inch forward and dig into the choke as Lindsay desperately squirmed to slip free, her tippy toes pedaling nothing but air as the small of her back arched over the top of the steel turnbuckle.

With Katic nearly doing a full split, the seemingly impossible happened. Whether it was a dexterous reach by the redhead or simply a blunder on Stana's part in moving too close, Lindsay's frantic reaching finally hit paydirt. The brunette suddenly let out a shrill squeal as Lohan's prying fingers found the crotch of Stana's bikini bottoms, viciously ripping the stretchy lycra material toward her in a frontal wedgie. Stana's legs seemed to instantly go weak, her thighs pinching shut as she aborted the chokehold and instead began to gingerly claw at Lohan's devious deathgrip. Lindsay continued to tug and twist, mercilessly splitting Katic's quaking thighs with the unforgiving spandex. With an ear-splitting *rip*, the material finally gave way, the crotch of Stana's bottoms shredding in Lindsay's palm.

Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes as the brunette pirhouette away from the cackling redhead, gently cupping her bare crotch in crippling agony as she rudderlessly stumbled toward the center of the ring. Sensing the finish line, Lohan leapt toward Katic; hopping onto the brunette's turned back and snaking her forearm around Stana's delicate neck. Katic began to throatily gurgle as Lindsay's boa-like grip tightened; drunkenly stumbling backwards before careening into the ropes, all while prying helplessly at Lohan's sweaty forearms. Lindsay clung to the listless brunette like a shawl, completely draping herself over Stana's shoulders until finally her knees buckled under their combined weight. Stana collapsed to her knees with a canvas-quaking *thud* before falling backwards into Lindsay's lap, her eyelashes subtly fluttering as a stream of drool sloshed across the redhead's locked wrists. Feeling her own strength rapidly fading, Lohan attempted to evolve the submission hold to one more devastating; looping her heels around the insides of Stana's thighs and prying her legs apart, simultaneously upping the rib-crushing pressure she was putting on the brunette's slender midsection. Katic's thoughtless squirming lasted only a few more anxious moments, gently pawing at Lindsay's wrists as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her nude, lanky frame beginning to sickeningly convulse in Lindsay's lap. All four limbs finally fell slack, spread eagle against the mat as Lohan made sure to wring her neck once more before dismissively slinging her to the mat. Stana flopped motionless to her backside, no more than a crumpled heap of bare flesh as Lindsay rose to her feet and victoriously planted her foot on the brunette's bare mound for a 3-count.

"Nada-and fucking-TWO! Can't hang with the big girls, can you Katic?!" Lindsay venomously barked, staring side-eyed at the twitching brunette before grinding her heel between Stana's spread legs and dipping out of the ring."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Alison Brie
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Hollywood, Los Angeles, California



Emma Watson
Age: 27
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Paris, France

Emma Watson (53%) defeats Alison Brie (47%)
"The two pocket-sized sluggers stood dead center of the ring trading stomach-churning strikes; a piercing uppercut to the brunette's taut belly, a fleshy knee to the redhead's rib cage, a bone-rattling elbow to Alie's hanging jaw. Emma stalked after the reeling brunette, tugging her close by the waistband of Brie's offset bottoms as the slack-jawed Alison drunkenly retreated clutching her chin. The preceeding action could be separated by the width of a postcard as two of America's Sweethearts jostled for position in the proverbial rankings.

Emma stood on the edge of a razorblade as far as momentum was concerned in this topsy-turvy match, wrangling the hunched brunette by a handful of her scraggly pony tail and tucking her rosy cheeks between her thighs. Emma finally cracked a wry smile through exhausted panting for oxygen, giving her bubbly derri?re a playful shake as the hapless brunette's skull remained trapped between her toned thighs.

Despite being in prime powerbomb position, the redhead couldn't even muster that much; instead simply pulling the floor out from the resigned Brie. Alison's cranium rattled face-first off the canvas as Emma's lower half went limp and she dropped to her knees, the brunette's limbs exploding outward and splaying out to all four corners of the ring. Emma laboriously rolled the brunette to her backside to reveal Brie out cold, eyes rolled into the back of her skull as Emma went for the pin; affectionately concealing a minor wardrobe malfunction with a full-body cover for the 3-count."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

[Jackflash Jump]

A Trachs two-fer?  Heavenly!  My thanks to you both, and I can't wait to see the next round of matches.   

[boobytrap]

that megan fox one is a hall of famer

[Jackflash Jump]

Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter



Abigail careened the length of the ring, propelled by her opponent's Irish whip.  As her body turns around, it's her spine that takes the brutal impact as she smashes into the turnbuckles.  Stunned, arms draped over the top ropes, the blonde stares glassy-eyed at Ariel.

From the opposite corner, the brunette gives a smirking half-smile, and then charges toward her rival with all of the speed and power she can muster.  As she nears her target, she suddenly leaves her feet, leaping forward, chest thrust out like twin wrecking balls of destruction.  Her breasts slam into those of Breslin like sledgehammers, the crushing impact drawing loud grunts from both battlers.

The blonde's eyes go vacant, indicating that she is, for all intents and purposes, KO'd, although she still stands...however shakily...in the corner.  But the impact has done its damage on Winter as well; although she retains consciousness, her legs can't take the strain of staying upright.  They crumple, and she lands on her rear end, looking up at her battered adversary.

But the visage of triumph on Ariel's face turns to panic as she suddenly sees the devastatingly dazed Abigail pitch forward like a felled redwood.  Breslin's body lands squarely upon Winter's, the knocked out blonde pure dead weight, their breasts pancaking together.  Ariel squirms frantically beneath her nemesis, but lacks the power to throw her off.  All she can do is wail "NO!  NOOO!"  NOOOOOOOOOOO!" as the referee slaps his hand to the canvas three times, awarding the match to Breslin by pinfall!