[Xtra164]

Hailee Steinfeld vs. Maia Mitchell




Hailee let out a primal scream as she yanked both of Mitchell's long legs back under her arms locking in a devastating Boston Crab submission. Not satisfied to just lock in the hold, Hailee took things a step further and kept leaning back while remaining comfortably seated on Maia's increasingly stretched and contorted back. Steinfeld pulled those lanky, silky-smooth legs further and further back until her victim's body was crudely bent in half backward; her bare toes actually touching the canvas above her facing down head which was now covering the mat in a pool of tears.

Maia began to tap almost instantly signaling her clear defeat at the hands of her stronger opponent. Just a little while ago she had suffered a brutal loss to Daisy Ridley via a nasty sharpshooter hold and yet again she came out on the losing end against another superior opponent using her own prized legs against her in the most agonizing way imaginable. She frantically pounded her palm down in complete surrender but Hailee, seemingly in a blind frenzy of adrenaline with a crazed wide-eyed look on her face, kept increasing the pressure bending Mitchell's legs back even more until it looked like poor Maia was about to snap in two clean pieces. It was a surprising display of destruction from Steinfeld who seemed always classy and elegant enough on talk shows and on the red carpet but apparently when you got her inside a wrestling ring, she had a well-hidden mean streak that Maia had the displeasure of experiencing first hand tonight.

After much effort by the referee to stop this torture, Hailee finally released the hold letting Maia's folded over body unknot itself and her limp legs crashed back down to the mat with a thud. Maia had already blacked out minutes before but Hailee never even noticed. Adding one more insult to much injury, Hailee bent down to grip the bottom of Maia's tight blue dress and stripped it off her motionless body leaving the defeated girl face down in the middle of the ring with her booty sticking up in just a matching midnight blue string thong offering no modesty at all. Steinfeld raised both arms high in the air, with hand holding Mitchell's disrobed attire of course, and placed her foot on Maia's bum for the victory pose.

[Jackflash Jump]

Heather Morris vs Jennifer Lawrence



The statuesque blondes grunted as they struggled against one another in collar and elbow lock-up holds, their bodies glistening with sweat as each strained to overcome the other and put an end to this long, grueling battle.  Suddenly, Jennifer twists around, grasping her opponent's right wrist in an attempt to apply an armlock.  However, Heather deftly spins herself around, freeing her wrist even as she herself grabs Lawrence's own wrist, and an instant later, the startled Jen finds herself caught in a hammerlock.

Morris keeps the hold in place for a few moments longer until she suddenly releases it.  Wrapping her arms around her rival's waist from behind, Heather growls as she lifts the shocked Jennifer up into the air...only to suddenly bring her crashing back down for an atomic drop, Heather's knee smashing into her foe's groin.  Lawrence gives a shrieking howl of anguish and collapses to the floor, her hands clutching her aching womanhood.

Moving with viper swiftness, Heather drops to her knees and rolls her adversary over onto her back.  Morris then wraps her legs around Jennifer's head for a figure four headscissors, her dance-trained thighs tightening like steel coils.  Spectators would later agree that it was at this moment that the smug smirk of superiority that had been on Lawrence's face throughout the match evaporated for good on this night.  Jen thrashed and squirmed, her hands slapping and tugging at the merciless legs that squeezed her skull, her face purpling and eyes growing glazed.  "Nooooo" she moaned.  "Not like this...not to you...!"  Her contempt for Heather had been obvious from the very start of the match, and without a doubt that realization that she was losing to her was a reality that Lawrence was unhappily acknowledging.

Finally, Jennifer's movements grew sluggish and her eyelids began to flutter shut.  Another few moments of this, and she would be unconscious.  But that didn't suit Heather at all, so instead she opened her legs and released her opponent.  But the battling blonde wasn't being merciful.

The first thing she did was strip Jennifer of her bikini halter.  Next, shoving the stunned blonde onto her belly, Morris used the garment to tie Lawrence's wrists behind her back.  Heather then stood up and, planting a foot upon her rival's rear end, she raised her arms to acknowledge her victory, as her beaten adversary lay bound and helpless beneath her.

[Jackflash Jump]

FLASHBACK 2001:  Sarah Michelle Gellar & Alyson Hannlgan vs Kate Hudson & Thora Birch




It had become evident very quickly that the decision by an over-confident Sarah and Alyson to agree to Kate and Thora's demand that this be a No Disqualification Match was a tactical mistake by the reigning HWA tag champs.  As a tag team, Gellar and Hannlgan were unparalleled in the league.  But Hudson and Birch were mistresses of melee matches, and with no risk of being DQ'd, they ruthlessly double-teamed their opponents without hesitation.  As a result, the titleholders found themselves on the defensive early on, and had been unable to turn the tide and mount a sustained offense.

And that didn't look to be changing anytime soon.  Alyson was hung upside down in a tree of woe; Thora was facing her on her knees, hammering away with punches to the helpless redhead's belly, leaving her gasping pitifully for breath.  Meanwhile, Sarah had managed to snare Kate in an abdominal stretch, and was anxious to make her fellow blonde submit as swiftly as possible.  Unfortunately for Gellar, Birch took a break from mauling Hannlgan to come and deliver a double axe handle blow between the titleholder's shoulder blades, stunning her and breaking the hold.  The save made, Thora returned to her opposite number, and was now peppering short kicks into Aly's battered belly.  Still wincing from the pain of the stretch, Hudson dragged Gellar by the hair over to another corner, and began to slam her adversary's face into the top turnbuckle again and again, hammering Sarah senseless.

Now comes the crescendo of violence.  Kate hair hauls the dazed Sarah to center ring, then crouches down and wraps her arms around her opponent's thighs.  With a grunt, Hudson lifts Gellar up into the air, even as Birch rushes over, wraps an arm around Sarah's neck, and the duo deliver a devastating 3D to the tag champ.  As Gellar lay insensate and splayed upon the mat, Thora goes back to Alyson, drags her from the turnbuckle, and pulls her to the middle of the ring as well.  There, she and her partner repeat the move, with an identical result: Hannlgan left starfished and stupefied on the canvas alongside her partner.

Kate and Thora go for covers, not even bothering to hook the legs of their victims, and the three count comes in moments.  They excitedly jump to their feet and accept the championship belts as the announcer proclaims, "Your new HWA Tag Team Champions...the American Beauties!"

[Xtra164]

Lmao aww poor Jenna getting completely hosed

I think she needs to get her hands on Lily and teach her a lesson about why you never abandon your tag team partner!

[Jackflash Jump]

Just browsing through some of the earlier pages of this immense thread are we still having specialist girl only days/weeks or did that idea die a death.Sometimes it is usual to browse other peoples stories gives you triggers for match-ups,rivalries etc.The great advantage with this format is even new people can compose snippets of endings without having to write their life away.

The last couple of efforts were met with lackluster responses, so I thought I'd let the idea rest for a bit, and see if there's any sort of groundswell for a return to the concept.

[Xtra164]

I can only speak for myself, but I found it tough sometimes to stick to a certain theme or topic if I'm not getting anything from that idea at that particular time. All depends if you're in the right zone I guess!

Vanessa Hudgens vs. Lucy Hale




Formally an accomplished gymnastics star back in her college days, Vanessa carefully balanced herself atop the turnbuckle prepared to mix her acrobatic skill with a flair for the dramatic catfighting finish. Lucy Hale lay sprawled on a canvas below like a human bullseye target; the Pretty Little Liars star having been thoroughly dominated for most of the match against the spunky Hudgens. All Lucy could do was look up in horror as she saw Vanessa bend her knees, take final aim and then...

Hudgens jumped from the top turnbuckle and spread her legs doing a sensational split high in mid-air. She clearly hadn't lost a step in her athleticism and flexibility at all. With pinpoint accuracy, Vanessa's wide open crotch came crashing down right on Hale's face! Lucy's dainty limps rebounded off the ring canvas only to flop back down to the mat spread eagled while her face was completely engulfed within Vanessa?s snatch. Camera bulbs flashed in excitement capturing both the gravity-defying stunt as well as Lucy's extreme humiliation with her face serving as the landing pad for the crotch-smother slam.

Vanessa remained in a split and perched on her rival's face as the ref made the easy 3 count and declared her the winner. Lucy wouldn't preferred to black out but unfortunately was conscious for the whole mortifying ordeal. Hudgens stayed on top of her even after the count and while the ref rose her hand in victory before she playfully rubbed her coochie over Lucy's face, adding some further insult to injury, before finally climbing off the loser and waltzing back to the locker room while poor Hale was left to cry and wither in the ring trying and failing to get the taste of Vanessa's crotch out of her face.

Flashback 2006- Isla Fisher vs. Kristen Bell: Apartment Match




Sure, it wasn't the most technically impressive way to win a duel. But this was an apartment match after all; a bout freed from the structure and limitation of the basic in-ring, four corners fight. The methods executed needing not be the most complex or advanced to secure the W. Isla Fisher could testify to that. She stood triumphantly over her bent over victim, a thoroughly exhausted and overwhelmed Kristen Bell on her all fours, with one hand firmly gripping her light blonde locks pulling her head and neck back while the other hand reached behind her to grab Bell's black panties yanking the garment way up her caboose like she was trying to start a broken lawnmower. It was so very simple, but also highly effective.

The entire contest had been in this similar fashion: less wrestling match and more so a good, old-fashioned catfight. While both girls had their moments of being on top, Fisher's spitfire feistiness and scrappiness won out in the end as the unfortunate Bell, who had lost more than a few matches in some pretty embarrassing ways, shrieked out in surrender as tears began streaming down her face like twin mini waterfalls. Bell's neck was crudely bent backward until she was almost looking straight up at the ceiling while her own sexy underwear was digging into her nether regions and it wasn't before long the pain and degradation was just too much to bear for yet another time. Kristen collapsed down on the carpeted floor in defeat having officially lost the scuffle but with Fisher still remaining on top of her in glorious victory and still with the hair-pull/wedgie combo in tact.

Isla still wanted to leave everyone with a great lasting image even after her win was secured. The devilish redhead proceeded to suddenly yank Bell's panties even further back to the point where she could hook the extremely elastic undies over her face for the dreaded atomic wedgie! Kristen could only flounder on the floor, flailing her limps in sheer helplessness and humiliation, as Fisher looked down and enjoyed a hearty chuckle at her victim's mortifying position. She even reared her hand back and landed some crisp spanks on Bell's upward and spread milky white booty for good measure; the panties stretched to the absolute limit deep in her crack but somehow still not ripping. After posing for the cameras a little more, Isla waltzed out of the door in glee leaving poor Kristen as an entangled mess inside the apartment.

[Jackflash Jump]

Xtra, my friend...a leg split face pin AND an atomic wedgie?  You've hit back-to-back homers!   

[Taylor Hawkins]

Love seeing Isla Fisher get some run here

[Taylor Hawkins]

Just wanted to share a handful of "finish her" recaps I'd written for the 8th, 9th, and 10th Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPVs. Check out the site and the latest PPV poll!!

Site: https://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/

PPV 11 Poll: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=70731.0




Nicki Minaj
Age: 35
Height: 5'2
Weight: 137 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Saint James, Trinidad and Tobago



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

Nicki Minaj (51%) defeats Scarlett Johansson (49%)
"The sultry blonde helplessly mewled against the corner turnbuckle, swaddling her battered bosom as she sagged to a seated position in the corner. Scarlett whimpered as she eyed her discarded top mere feet away, gingerly reaching with her toes to try and lasso the tattered remains and scoot them back within reach. With a blood-curdling scream from across the ring, the endlessly curvy, raven-haired Minaj thundered toward the downed blonde, going airborn at the last possible moment before impact.

Nicki thrust into Scarlett with reckless abandon, thumping Scarlett in the sternum with her colossal backside in a brutal Bronco Buster. Johansson hoarsely groaned as Nicki trampolined off her heaving bosom, sagging flatter against the canvas with each heavy bounce. Scarlett's eyes fluttered as Nicki's enormous thighs tightened around her rosy cheeks, transitioning into a nasty, inescapable headscissor. Scarlett's guttural gurgling slowly faded as the arrogant Minaj hurled venomous insults, forcing Scar-Jo's delicate features deeper between her bulging thighs until she fell completely still. Scarlett's fleshy bosom twitched as Nicki peeled the vacant blonde out from between her legs, planting a victorious foot on her left tit for the 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




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



Sara Jean Underwood
Age: 33
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Portland, Oregon

Alison Brie (54%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (46%)
"Brie took a moment to herself to survey the throngs of fans willing her closer toward her first victory, huffing a few strands of disheveled hair from in front of her eyes before they fell upon Sara's hunched form tucked between her split legs. Sara's crumpled top and bottoms littered the canvas as Alison callously positioned the broken blonde for what everyone assumed was a piledriver; the brunette's thighs scrunching against Sara's flushed cheeks as her hands pleadingly wrapped around the back of Alie's flexing stems.

In a moment of indulgence, Alie gently brushed her fingers up the delicate curve of Sara's bare spine, savoring the pleading and wailing coming from her once-snobby opponent before planting a demeaning slap on Sara's upturned ass. Rather than hoisting the Playmate up by the waist, Alison instead chicken-winged the blonde's arms behind her back, lifting her bronzed body in preparation for a brutal Implant Buster. Sara let out a gruff squeal as her bare frame was erected upside down, her emerald eyes darting desperately to the canvas below before Alison dropped to her knees with Underwood in tow.

There was a sickening clap of flesh as Sara slammed chest-first against the mat, her pert C-cups mushrooming against the canvas as she let our an agonized yelp and lulled listlessly to her side swaddling her bosom. The pinfall was little more than a formality as the crippled blonde bawled beneath a victorious Brie, wanting nothing more than for this nightmare to be over".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Sarah Chalke
Age: 41
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Ottawa, Canada



Emily Addison
Age: 34
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32E
Hometown: Johnson City, Tennessee

Emily Addison (61%) defeats Sarah Chalke (39%)
"Sarah appeared absolutely astounded as she sunk flat to her backside, shattered by a bone-crunching knee drop from the increasingly self-assured and buoyant porn star. Her smoky baby blues darted to the rafters, helplessly attempting to manipulate her splayed, insubordinate limbs as Emily gleefully paraded around her paralyzed opponent.

"You call those mosquito bites tits!? Poor thing... Let's see if the situation is any better down here". Addison venomously hissed in the direction of the vacant blonde, slinging Sarah's glossy black top over the top rope before straddling her midsection and cinching hold of her bikini waistband. Sarah's neatly manicured bush was slowly unveiled to raucous approval as Emily showily shimmied her out of her bottoms, leaving every inch of her spread eagle frame on full display.

Sarah was completely compliant, still too dazed to comprehend the extent of her humiliation as Emily lustfully ran her middle digits over Sarah's smooth pussy lips. Emily wasn't done however; taking a seat next to Sarah's motionless form, arresting matching wrist and ankle, and digging her heel into the blonde's exposed rib cage. Sarah finally jolt back to life, hoarsely squealing as Emily began to arch her delicate frame into an excruciating Bow and Arrow submission hold. The disheveled blonde's pert, bare bosom jut toward the ceiling as Emily contorted her writhing frame, the devastating hold lasting no more than a few seconds before Sarah began to furiously rap her submission against the canvas".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Jessica Biel
Age: 35
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 36C
Hometown: Ely, Minnesota



Kaley Cuoco
Age: 32
Height: 5'6
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Camarillo, California

Jessica Biel (63%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (37%)
"The elder Biel was stoic; unflappable as a desperate Kaley continued to ratchet up the aggression as her prospects continued to dwindle. Jess sternly looked on as a furious Cuoco held the splintered remains of her own bottoms in one palm, huffing strands of disheveled, sweat-soaked bangs from her eyes before rushing the ever-composed Biel.

Kaley was unapologetic at having been stripped bottomless, catcalls raining down on the sculpted blonde as she sprint toward Biel who refused to retreat. At the last possible moment she flung her bottoms toward Jess in an attempt to distract her, the soaked spandex clapping against Jessica's shoulder as their two toned frames made sickening contact. Like a flash of lightning, Jess artfully dipped her shoulder and skewered the charging Cuoco through her abdomen, Biel's back heel skidding a few inches before anchoring into the canvas.

Suddenly Jess exploded upward from her crouched stance, hoisting a breathless Kaley past the reach of her tippy toes and athletically slinging her frame toward the mat with a spine-tingling form tackle. Kaley's hunched form nearly bore a hole through the canvas as Jess whipped her to the ground, the back of her skull trampolining off the mat in a nasty car crash collision. Jess hooked one of Kaley's lifeless stems but the damage had already been done; a resounding 3-count seeming to last an eternity for the bare-assed, barely-conscious blonde".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




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



Jennifer Aniston
Age: 48
Height: 5'5
Weight: 117 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Sherman Oaks, Los Angeles, California

Stana Katic (56%) defeats Jennifer Aniston (44%)
"The two taut cougars recklessly exploded into one another, topless flesh clapping together as they erratically twirled across the ring in a hurricane collar-and-elbow. The disheveled blonde began to gain the upper hand on the taller Katic as their flailing limbs became more entangled, aggressively tucking Stana's head underneath her armpit and cinching in a loose guillotine. Before she could tighten the noose however, the more youthful brunette slung her forearm between Jen's parted thighs.

Aniston helplessly let out a gruff; "HHOOUUUGGGGHHHH" as Katic's brutal low blow left her utterly crippled, her knees quaking before buckling altogether. Jennifer genuflected at Stana's heel as the guillotine unraveled, hoarsely groaning as Katic hauled her upright and flung her into the far ropes by the wrist.

Jen gawkily attempted and failed to hook the top rope with the crook of her elbow as the rubber backstop bowed toward the crowd, catapulting her back toward the planted brunette. With savage intentions, Katic extended one of her sinewy stems and clobbered Jen square in the jaw. Aniston's head snapped to the left as Stana's heel hammered her in the chin, her body instantly stiffening before sloshing lifelessly to the canvas, out cold before she even hit the ground. The entire building was in stunned silence at the brunette's Big Boot, erupting with applause as Katic victoriously planted her toned limb on Aniston's bare, twitching sternum".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




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



Hilary Duff
Age: 30
Height: 5'2
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Houston, Texas

Hilary Duff (55%) defeats Mandy Moore (45%)
"A brash, borderline-careless Moore continued to tiptoe along the edge of a razor blade in search of her first win, only surviving such a helter-skelter match this long due to her mountainous size advantage over the compact blonde. The mat was stained with pools of the singer's blood, a nasty gash opening up above her left eye after a heart-stopping DDT Hilary had hit just seconds earlier. It was anyone's guess how the brunette was still conscious.

Hilary was asking the same question as she lulled to her backside; the drunken Moore dazedly pressing back to all fours at Duff's feet. A humiliating wardrobe malfunction left the brunette's fleshy C-cups spilling out the sides of her bikini and teardropping toward the canvas, a steady crimson drip trailing behind her as she threw herself like a shawl over the downed Hilary.

Moore continued to stack poor decisions on top of one another, collapsing into Hilary's lap only to be caught by the Venus flytrap in-waiting. Like a lurking boa, Hilary bucked her frame upwards and wrapped her muscular thighs around Moore's neck. Mandy began to desperately gurgle as the blonde's bulging stems tightened around her throat, the veins in her neck straining as her face flushed. Moore's plump backside jut skyward as she spread her legs for leverage, twitching and struggling for a few hopeless moments before she lost her footing and slid into the splits. Hilary's vice was never threatened by Mandy's incoherent squirming, her eyes finally fluttering shut as she collapsed to the canvas, her bare breasts mushrooming against the backs of Hilary's rippling thighs".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

[Vitezislav]

Another set of great stories, keep them coming.

[Jackflash Jump]

Olivia Holt vs Bindi Irwin



Air whooshed from the brunette's curvaceous body as Olivia drove her knee up into Bindi's belly, doubling her over.  Slipping behind the Aussie, the blonde wrapped her arms around her opponent's head with a sleeper hold.  "Time to say g'night, thunder thighs!" Holt sneered, confident that victory was in her grasp.

In desperation, Irwin reaches her hands up and grabs her tormentor's flaxen mane, then lurches forward, flipping the startled Olivia over her back, and sending her crashing onto the penthouse floor.  Battle instincts flaring, the brunette lifts her arms up over her head, clasps her hands together, and drops to her knees, slamming a double axe handle blow to Holt's belly, winding her.  Bindi then crawls across the gasping blonde's body, hissing, "Now you'll get to see what these thunder thighs can do, ya drongo!"  And with that she clamps on a reverse headscissors, her steely thighs tightening around the sides of Olivia's head.  The blonde's face reddens and her eyes go wide with pain and panic as she is mercilessly squeezed, the only sounds she can make being squeaks and whines of distress.  Then those eyes glaze over as Holt struggles to not be driven unconscious.  She begins tapping her hand on her adversary's thigh to signal her surrender, but Bindi, recalling full well how her glamorous foe had taunted and bullied her throughout the match, isn't in any mood to accept a submission, and she continues crushing her rival until at last, Olivia's eyes flutter shut and her body goes limp.



FLASHBACK 1959:  Ann-Margret vs Sandra Dee



It was meant to be a celebratory homecoming for the local girl made good.  Sandra Dee was defending her Hollywood Wrestling Alliance Intercontinental Championship for the first time in her native New Jersey, and she aimed to make the folks back home proud.

Unfortunately for her, her opponent this evening was European sensation and HWA newcomer Ann-Margret, whose intent was not only to win the belt, but to make an example of the popular blonde for all other wrestlers to heed.

From the very start of the match, the Swedish redhead proved herself an expert at bending the rules just short of drawing a disqualification, and the result was that Dee was continually kept on the defensive, unable to mount an attack of her own, and the barrage was taking its toll on the blonde.  The crowd was shocked, stunned and surly as their fair-haired heroine was ruthlessly mauled by Ann, although all but the most hardcore of Dee devotees had to admit that the redhead was a spectacular talent.

The end finally came after Ann had finished pounding away at Sandra with a flurry of punches in the corner, then peeled the blonde off of the turnbuckles and dragged her stumbling to center ring.  There, the Swede pulled Dee's head down between her thighs, wrapped her arms around her waist, and hoisted her up, holding the blonde vertical for long moments, displaying the harried beauty in her helplessness.  The challenger then executed a tombstone piledriver, the crown of Sandra's skull taking the full weight of both battlers in the impact; she was unconscious before her body limply flopped to the mat.

Rising up, Ann planted a boot on the starfished blonde's chest and said coolly to the referee, "Make it a ten count".  A cascade of boos rained down on the redhead as the official complied, culminating Sandra's humiliation by going for a full ten, with her barely stirring.

The ten pounds of leather and gold were then wrapped around Ann's waist and her right arm was raised, while the announcer declared, "Your winner, and new Intercontinental Champion...Ann-Margret!"

The new titleholder strutted proudly up the aisle, ignoring the jeers of the angry crowd, and carrying herself as every inch the embodiment of victory; afterward, the still-devastated Sandra was carried out on a stretcher, the very picture of abject defeat.

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Hayley Orrantia vs. Ariel Winter





Hayley was in a bad spot. Her waist was being crushed like she was being squeezed by an anaconda and her squirming only increased the amount of agony she was enduring at the hands of her mighty adversary. Ariel Winter had already built up quite a reputation for herself as a voluptuous vixen with toughness and moxie in her short time in the catfighting world and Hayley only proved to be yet another victim in her quest to the top of the younger ranks. Winter used her superior strength to lock in an impenetrable bearhug hold that was draining the already spent Orrantia more and more by the second. The battle of the ABC sitcom stars proved to be just another showcase for Ariel's brute force as a blossoming brawler.

Not content to just let her foe pass out in such ordinary fashion, Ariel had an idea. While still maintaining the bearhug, Ariel carried the whimpering Goldbergs star over to the turnbuckle while lowering herself a little so that Haylay's face was now completely submerged between Winter's impressive bosom. Ariel continued amping up the pressure constricting her arms even more around Haylay's snapping spine while simultaneously smothering her into oblivion in a position now not only really painful but also increasingly embarrassing for Hayley. As if that wasn't overwhelming enough for Orrantia, she suddenly was jolted backwards so that the back of her head and neck would ricochet off the top turnbuckle and right back into Ariel's all-encompassing breasts. Haylay looked like an abused bobblehead as her noggin kept knocking back and forth between the padded but still unforgiving turnbuckle knot and Ariel's prized boobs. The crowd even began counting in unison with each time her cranium bounced like a pinball stuck rebounding in the corner of the machine.

Winter kept this abuse going for minutes until poor Haylay turned to puddy in her arms; completely limp and zonked out from all the blows to the head and suffocating of her face. Ariel casually flung the blacked out girl back towards the center of the ring where she landed with a thud to the canvas below out cold and spread eagled. Ariel then crawled over her squashed rival and again plopped her tits right down on Haylay's face for the smother pinfall victory; a fitting finish for the deserved victor and only a "Better luck next time!" for poor Hayley.

[SallyJ]

Thanks to all the writers for sharing you wonderful stories here.   

[Average Joe]

My first story here. Might be a little long for this format but wanted to give it a try.





The nice girl tag. Precisely the worst label to be stuck with in the world of celebrity catfighting. Once you had that associated with you, it was very hard to shrug off. Beating a cream puff just wouldn't cut it. You had to bring down a whale to get some respect.

Peyton soon found her whale. Jennifer Anniston was 49 years old. Her best days were behind her but when she was challenged by the young upstart, 30 whole years younger than herself, it was too good an opportunity to pass up. She had the chance to show that she still had the moves that had once secured her top billing even amongst the elite fighters of their world.

Jennifer did indeed still have the moves. Time and time again, she'd executed a fierce takedown. Landed a vicious blow. Trapped Peyton in a devastating hold. She'd thrown absolutely everything into this fight, exhausting her full repertoire of tricks and kicks.

Yet it still wasn't enough. Every single time she thought that she'd finally put away the usurper away for good, Peyton had just sprang back up and continued to advance on her again. After half an hour of constant repetitive attacks, Jennifer began to feel the strain of her years. She began to lose a little of the zip and verve that she had possessed at the beginning of their fight. Peyton began to slip through some of the punches that were thrown at her, began to land a few shots of her own and Jennifer felt every one of them.

*Slap* Peyton's open palm drove with unerring accuracy into Jennifer's cheek. Jennifer's hand came up too late to block. She still tried though, which only left her in more danger when Peyton hunkered down and charged forward, driving her shoulder into Jennifer's stomach. The elder actress jackknifed as her blonde rival took them both down to the ground. Breathing heavily, Anniston clung on tight, trying to keep Peyton in close quarters so she didn't have enough room to manoeuvre. It didn't matter though. Peyton had tasted the scent of victory in the air and she wasn't to let up now, her hands clamping tight to Jennifer's famous breasts and she began to squeeze them hard. Jennifer howled with pain as the dirty tactics of her adversary took her by surprise.

Just five minutes later, the proud Jennifer Anniston was sobbing in a heap on the ground. She'd been stripped naked and all over her abused body there were red welts springing up. None more so than on her tits which had received the full ferocity of Peyton's wrath. Sneering down on her was Ms. List herself. No one who saw the 19 year old at that moment, as she glared down at Jennifer's broken body would have dared to think that she could be called a 'nice girl'. There was a look of unashamed scorn etched across her features as she stretched out a long leg and flipped Anniston onto her back. She took her time now, knowing that there was no chance of reprisal from her beaten rival. With delicate care, she settled herself down into a sitting position atop Jennifer, before slowly shuffling forward until her crotch was inches from the beaten blondes face. She looked down and saw Jennifer staring up at her, fearful and pleading.

There was no mercy to be had as Peyton slipped those last few inches forward, obscuring Jennifer's face from sight. The old actress bucked for a few seconds but she accepted her fate soon enough and fell still, permitting Peyton to enjoy her throne and her new title of 'badass chick'.

[Lookout!]

There was no mercy to be had as Peyton slipped those last few inches forward, obscuring Jennifer's face from sight. The old actress bucked for a few seconds but she accepted her fate soon enough and fell still, permitting Peyton to enjoy her throne and her new title of 'badass chick'.

Despite your name, this story was anything but average - especially for your first entry in here!    There are lots of things we're grateful for with this thread, especially all of these phenomenal stories, but we're also extremely excited to be introduced to new and talented writers all the time.    This was a really fun story and glad to see Peyton get some attention - we're always excited when fighters play against type.    Girls like Peyton and others like her, who are 'stereotyped' as too sweet or nice to be competitive, it's really fun to see them shed that label, often at the expense of those who have underestimated them!      Really nice work and we'll look forward to seeing more from you in the future!   Good luck!   

Of course, a huge thank you to all of those who have written for this thread and contributed to the overall awesomeness of celebrity fighting!     We do our small part in helping with the FCBA, but am really in awe at all of the talented, creative people around here - keep up the stellar work and know how appreciated it truly is!