[gene smith]

Bravo jdo! Miss tall blonde and uncoordinated goes down yet again! I also totally agree with you on the fact that she has tried to manufacture this new "bad girl" image in an effort to stop being bullied by her peers. Silly Swifty! 

do you blame somebody for wanting to get rid of an unwelcome reputation?

[Taylor Hawkins]

Special thanks to fasteddy44641 for the pair of submissions

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Christie Stevens
Age: 31
Height: 5'2
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 36D
Hometown: Salt Lake City, Utah



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

Christie Stevens (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)
"The already raucous crowd had been absolutely whipped into a frenzy as Stana continued to mount a storming comeback; slinging a disoriented Christie Stevens into the turnbuckle with authority before unloading a pair of crippling backhanded slaps to the blonde's naked chest. Stana's statuesque frame had been completely bared early by the tenacious porn star, her fragmented top and bottoms littering the outskirts of the ring, though she remained brazen and confident.

Christie's dangling D-cups teardropped toward the canvas as she sagged at the waist, sloshing back and forth as she clutched her sternum in shock, hoarsely wheezing. The blonde's cheek smeared against Katic's bare abdomen, mascara streaking across Stana's hip as she readied an axe-handle to Christie's hunched spine. An unrelenting, borderline-dirty Christie had other ideas however; ruthlessly whipping her forearm between Katic's legs before her axe-handle hammered home. The brunette froze in horror at the low blow, draping over the blonde's dipped shoulder before Christie cleverly swapped positions with the reeling Katic; slinging her spine-first into the turnbuckle where she'd been trapped just seconds before.

Stana inconsolably sunk against the steel post, wilting to Christie's height as she feebly cupped the neatly manicured landing strip shaven above her cxnt. Having halted the snowballing brunette in her tracks, Christie aggresively began to take command of the fight; tucking Stana's drooping head underneath her armpit and readying her for a heavy suplex.

Struggling with exhaustion, Christie clumsily fumbled at Stana's hip, blindly searching for the waistband of her bottoms to help with leverage before realizing her opponent was completely naked. The blonde's devilish fingers continued to grab and slide through folds of flesh, eventually brushing over Stana's pelvis and nefariously thrusting inside her exposed slit. Katic's knees instantly buckled, her thighs quaking as she let out a mortified, breathless squeal; nearly genuflecting to a knee if it hadn't been for Christie holding her upright.

Christie ruthlessly hooked the wilting brunette with her middle and ring fingers, violently fingering and hoisting her toned frame completely upright by the pussy. Katic's snared lower half spasmed as Christie paused in a Delayed Vertical Suplex; her fully erect, golden frame glistening under the heat of the overhead lights before Christie pulled the trigger.

The springy canvas erupted as Stana's body sickeningly impaled the mat; sloshing lifelessly to her backside completely spread eagle in the dead center of the ring. The blonde's freed bosom mushroomed against Stana's pert, quivering B-cups as she alertly slid across Stana's frame with a crossbody pin. Christie's off-hand once again traced Stana's exposed mound; hooking one of the brunette's twitching stems and cradling it against her ribcage for good measure as the 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Christie Stevens (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)
"Stana was in complete shock holding her jaw and stumbling in the middle of the ring. To think she had almost declined this match thinking that it was an instult. 'A tiny little porn star!? This league was for celebrities'. Stana had thought upon hearing who her opponent would be. But now here she was, head spinning, jaw hurting, ears ringing from the screaming crowd. The tiny little slut took every hit like a brick wall. Earlier in the match Stana hit Christie hard in the eye but Christie only screamed in fury and fought back in a frenzy. Stana defended herself easily enough at first with her size and skill but eventually one especially hard upper cut made it through and that was all it took to send her reeling. Stana drunkinly wandered over to the edge of the ring but just as she reached out for the rope she felt Christie grab her hair with both hands. Christie screamed and leapt over the top rope still holding Stana's hair. As Christie landed on her feet outside the ring Stana's neck was pulled down on the top rope and she made a horrible gagging sound. Christie released Stana's hair and she was sling shot back to the center of the ring landing on her back and holding her throat.

Christie jumped back into the ring and without bothering to check if Stana was injured ran and soccer kicked the older girl in the face, knocking her out cold. She only then bent down to check Stana's breathing. After a moment she was satisfied the rope had only gagged her and that didn't cause any serious damage. She then proceeded to remove Stana's shorts and then panties much to the crowds delight. She thought about taking them as a trophy but decided on something else instead. She shoved the undergarments in Stana's open mouth and took a picture with her cell phone. She uploaded it to twitter with the caption. "Easy first match. great start to my fighting career".

- Submission by fasteddy44641




Maria Kanellis
Age: 36
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Ottawa, Illinois



Kesha
Age: 30
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Los Angeles, California

Maria Kanellis (53%) defeats Kesha (47%)
"A bewildered Kesha awkwardly twirled away from a radiating elbow to the cheek, her jaw hanging agape as her sapphire eyes vacantly scanned the captivated crowd without so much as a peep. A violent explosion of sweat accompanied the brutal forearm, her cheekbone already flushed from the bruising contact before she'd even made half a revolution on her toes. The blonde's heels scuffled across the canvas as she drunkenly stumbled toward the far ropes, extending a swaying hand toward the supporting cable just as the ring began to quake behind her.

Despite her lesser stature, the more experienced Kanellis aggressively launched herself into the ropes at Kesha's back, springboarding across the ring with reckless abandon. Devout fans of the former WWE Diva knew exactly what was coming; rising as one as she hurtled toward the wandering blonde.

With an overzealous yelp the athletic redhead launched herself into the air, catching the back of Kesha's turned head and viciously spiking her face-first into the mat with her signature finisher; the Beautiful Bulldog. Kesha's skull lifelessly trampolined off the canvas; limbs sliding flat, splayed to all four corners of the ring. Intent on becoming an immediate fan-favorite in her first CWF match, the redhead took a moment to toy with the unresponsive blonde; unhooking her diamond-studded, matte black bra and allowing Kesha's fleshy tits to slosh free of their confines.

All it took was a slight shove to the shoulder to nudge the convulsing blonde to her backside, eyes fluttering into the back of her skull as Maria expertly hooked one of her weighted gams and secured an uncontested leg hook 3-count pin. An animated Kanellis drew her thumb across her throat as she dismissively slung Kesha's limp leg to the ground, mouthing; "Victim number one..." to the nearest camera as she slid out of the ring".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Stacy Keibler
Age: 38
Height: 5'11
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Rosedale, Maryland



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

Kaley Cuoco (51%) defeats Stacy Keibler (49%)
"The margin between these two blondes had been razor thin all night before Stacy's comfortability in the ring started to take over; using her neverending reach to sling Kaley toward the far ropes. The ever-confident, buoyant blonde danced across the ring like a weightless ballerina as a struggling Kaley helplessly sprung off the ropes, trampolining across the ring toward a rapidly approaching Keibler. As athletic as anyone to grace the CWF, Stacy wound up for her signature Spinning Heel Kick; taking her eyes off the target for just a split second as she pirouette.

For the first time all night, Kaley was thankful to be only 5'6; alertly dipping underneath Stacy's roundhouse kick and rebounding once again off the opposite ropes at Stacy's back. Kaley picked up speed off the ropes and lunged into Stacy as she recklessly wheeled back around, whipping the bony joint of her elbow into the blonde's agape jaw.

Time seemed to stop as a sickening crack of flesh erupted from the center of the ring; Stacy's lithe frame going completely stiff before lifelessly tumbling to the mat like a felled redwood. The unconscious blonde's limbs splattered as she crumpled to the canvas, violently twitching as she slid spread eagle on her back. The entire arena could hardly believe what they just saw as Kaley towered over Keibler, panting and planting a smooch on her own forearm, the weapon of destruction. With an elated grin she stepped up to the lifeless body of her fellow blonde and planted a victorious heel on her rising bosom, calling for a token 3-count from the official".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Nicky Whelan
Age: 36
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Victoria, Australia



Kate Mara
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Bedford, New York

Nicky Whelan (56%) defeats Kate Mara (44%)
"A tattered, disheveled Mara was on the verge of tears as she meekly cradled her freed breasts, drunkenly stumbling into the ropes as she continued to retreat from an aggressive, domineering Whelan. The blonde's athletic frame glistened under the overhead spotlight as she patiently waited for an opening from the blubbering redhead, her toned abdomen flexing with each labored, exaggerated breath as she stood with hands on hips.

Kate wheeled as she hit the ropes, exhaustedly draping her right arm over the top rope and practically collapsing into them, haphazardly turning her back to the prowling lioness behind her. Nicky alertly sprung toward the absentminded redhead, slipping her forearms around Kate's waist and cinching her wrists together against the front of her pelvis.

Kate's curvy frame bowed against the flexing ropes as Nicky pressed into her, backpedaling a handful of steps with Kate in tow before exploding upwards. The incredibly fit blonde effortlessly hoisted all 115 pounds of Mara to her tippy toes and slung a squealing Kate over her head with a breathtaking German Suplex.

Kate's frame gracelessly collapsed on top of itself at impact, scrunching in half at the waist before springing back ever so slightly, miraculously avoiding a serious injury. Her awkwardly contorted body slunk to the mat as Nicky stacked a jaw-dropping pin on top of the suplex, arching her body into an impossibly dynamic bridge pin. The redhead's milky gams slid into the splits as Nicky kept her lifeless butterfly stapled to the mat; the crotch of Kate's bikini bottoms biting into her spread lips as her body weight folded over itself. The humiliation was mercifully short-lived as the 3-count rang out, finally being allowed to unravel as Nicky relinquished the pin to celebrate her first win".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Rachel McAdams
Age: 39
Height: 5'4
Weight: 119 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: London, Canada



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

Hilary Duff (56%) defeats Rachel McAdams (44%)
"The crowd was going wild as Rachel stumbled accross the ring holding her head. She had been stripped down to her black bra and panties by the dominant Hilary was was now only toying with the older woman. Normally Hilary wouldn't torture an opponent but before the match Mcadams had texted Hilary's boyfriend and said "See you after the match." That didn't sit well with Duff.

Hilary moved behind the already beaten Rachel and kicked the back of her knees taking her down with a groan. Rachel was on her knees in her underwear looking out at the cheering crowd. Hilary roughly shoved her down on her face and raised her ass in the air. Rachel kicked her feet and begged but Hilary pulled her victims panties down around her knees and then started roughly shoving her fingers in and out of Mcadams already wet cxnt. In less than two minutes later Duff had made the embarrassed Rachel cream all over herself as the crowd cheered "Slut! Slut! Slut!" Satisfied she had taught the older girl a lesson she wouldnt soon forget Duff pulled Rachel up by her hair and finished her with a knockout knee to her face. She held the KOed rachel up on her knees by her hair long enough for the orwd to get some pictures and then tossed her face down on the mat, panties still around her knees. She removed Rachel's bra and took it to hang above her bed as a trophy".

- Submission by fasteddy44641

[jdo90]

Emma Watson vs Bridgit Mendler
 




A fight between two supernatural starlettes was what the fans wanted, and the fight promoter was more than happy to oblige, pitting Emma Watson, known for portraying a witch, against Bridgit Mendler, known for her portrayal of a vampire, was a no brainer for the man incharge of the Erotic Celebrity Federation.

On paper Bridgit had a notable advantage over her opponent. Mendler was 2 inches taller, her bust a full cup size larger and her opponent was 2 years her elder, but what Bridgit possessed in height and bust didn't make up for what she lacked in in-ring experience. Her lack of skills in the ring proved to be the poor American's detriment tonight.

Watson was too fast, too fierce and too smart. Bridgit was on the receiving end of a barrage of strikes as Emma effectively lashed out; her knees, fists and feet striking their desired target every time. Mendler was overwhelmed and underprepared, her boddy whipping around with every strike, forcing her skimpy skirt to hike up, unveiling her thong-clad ass. The blonde beauty clutched her head with one hand, her other hand holding her ribs, stunned by the onslaught.

Bridgit clumsily staggered, gracelessly wandering across the ring. Emma's lips curl in a grin as she lines her victim up and delivers a front kick to the blonde's sternum, dropping Mendler on her ass. Bridgit raises her head, her mouth agape, before falling on her back, her limbs spreadeagled.

Emma slips her shorts down, showcasing her toned legs, merely clad in a pair of very revealing cheeky black panties. The men in attendance are smitten with lust, the women experiencing a twinge of envy, as Emma seductively ambled toward her prey, her hips swaying forebodingly. The dainty black cotton of Watson's panties stretch tight across her derriere and her pale, bubbly ass cheeks flirtatiously peek out as she squats over Bridgit's face.

Emma simpered as she lowered her ass down upon her conquered rival, pinning her with a degrading facesit for the three count. Emma remained planted on Bridgit's slumbering face, wiggling her hips with glee as the referee hoists her arm in victory. Watson beams at the cheering crowd. The victress slowly grinds her hips, burying Bridgit's nose further under her plump backside, as she poses for the photographers at ringside.

[Jackflash Jump]

Ava Sambora vs Sailor Brinkley Cook



This impromptu match began at an exclusive cocktail party at a luxurious Malibu mansion, as Ava was about to be presented with a diamond and platinum tiara in recognition of her having been selected as the celeb catfighting Newcomer of the Year.  But, just as the bejeweled diadem was about to be placed on her head, a voice called out from the crowd of onlookers:  "If that crown is going on anyone's head, it's mine, and not that second-rate bitch!"  In shock, all eyes turned to see Sailor, a sneer upon her beautiful face as she looked the startled Sambora up and down.  Finding his voice, the host explained, "Ava was the choice of the Southern California group of enthusiasts, where she has done most of her wrestling.  Unless I'm mistaken, Sailor, you've spent most of your time fighting on the East Coast, and in Europe.  This selection was no slight to you," he added.  "We just aren't that familiar with you."

"Well, I'm here now," Cook said as she strutted up to Ava, the eyes of the two blondes locked and shooting daggers at one another.  "So I say we settle this."

The host began to protest that unscheduled matches are not the norm, but Sambora cut him off.  "She wants to fight?  We can do it here, or on the street corner she works, doesn't matter to me" the blonde taunted.  Ignoring the insult, Sailor said nothing in reply, but the smile on her face made it plain she was very happy with these developments.

The guests quickly gave the two beauties adequate space to battle in the spacious living room, and Ava and Sailor both stepped out of their heels and designer dresses, leaving each second generation siren clad only in black bras and thongs.  Not surprisingly, Sambora was far and away the choice of these spectators, and they lustily cheered her on as the match commenced.  For the first ten minutes the two battled to a draw, neither able to gain an advantage over the other for long.  Ava's devotees were confident however that as the fight progressed, her proven abilities would overwhelm those of the arrogant upstart.

So it came as a collective shock as the opposite happened.  As the match wore on, exhaustion took it's toll on Sambora, but Cook exhibited superior stamina; as Ava's movements grew sluggish, Sailor still moved with viper swiftness.  Soon enough, Sambora was throwing desperate punches that her rival easily side-stepped, and Cook would respond with a flurry of blows that sent her adversary reeling.  Now, the taut bodies of both blondes glistening with sweat, Sailor scoops Ava up in her arms and in a tremendous display of raw power, holds her up even as Sambora frantically squirms in her grasp.  Then, Cook suddenly throws her opponent down, slamming Ava's back across Sailor's bent knee.  Her spine afire with exploding pain, Ava shrieks in anguish.

Shoving her rival off her knee to the floor, Sailor grabs Ava's thong and yanks it up, the fabric digging painfully between the embattled blonde's cheeks as she's pulled up to all fours, and then made to crawl across the floor by her adversary.  Pride prevents the tearful beauty from submitting, but that's fine with Cook...it's not a submission which she's interested in getting.

A sharp knee suddenly cracks against the side of Ava's head, dropping her in a daze onto her back.  Sailor then sits down upon her, Cook's near-perfect derriere settling down on Sambora's angelic face, smothering her.  Ava's body thrashes with diminishing strength beneath her tormentor, but to no avail as she is unable to dislodge Cook.  Soon enough, Ava ceases to move altogether, save for the occasional spasmodic twitch, signaling that she is unconscious.  Sailor, a look of sheer haughty triumph upon her face, shoots a glance and arches an eyebrow at the host, and without a word he walks up to her and places the tiara upon Cook's head.

Sailor remains there, hands on her hips, the face of her beaten rival as her throne, as the crowd erupts into applause and cheers at their undisputed Newcomer of the Year!

[Lookout!]

Simply wanted to say we've really enjoyed some of the great stories and contributions to the world of celebrity catfighting that have been made lately!   

This is obviously the biggest and probably best thread that we've gotten to witness on this site and to be honest, it should be larger.    When FCF was undergoing some technical difficulties, they were forced to reset to a previous site and many of those stories by any number of talented authors were lost.    If anybody had the wisdom to save any of those stories that were posted and are no longer available, would you be willing to share them again?    I can recall a few particular stories that are no longer available, but any stories that aren't around anymore could be "found" again, that would be greatly appreciated.     Feel free to share at your convenience and thank you! 

Have an awesome day!

[Savant]

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Olivia Munn vs Amber Heard

Olivia Munn luxuriated in the feeling of hapless Amber Heard?s head being crushed between her rock-hard thighs in a vicious reverse neck scissors. The brunette had the blonde right where she wanted her. Olivia arched up her back and looked over her shoulder at the prone Amber gurgling for oxygen.

Olivia laughed as she saw Amber?s face turn an ever-brighter shade of red. ?Ha! Not so pretty now, eh Amber?? Munn taunted her.

Amber rotated her hips and tried to rock Munn off her but the brunette quickly fired a series of elbows into the pit of Heard?s stomach to quiet her down.

?None of that now, blondie,? she hissed.

The fight was a polar opposite of their first meeting a few months ago. Amber was the more experienced wrestler and used that to her advantage, pelting the brunette?s face with a series of punches and then tiring her out with some long submission holds, most targeting Olivia?s arms and shoulders until she had exhausted the brunette and brought her to the verge of tears, Amber then started applying breast smother after breast smother, deploying one of of her stronger assets. Olivia was able to fend them off for a while but eventually grew too tired. Amber trapped her in a corner and just fed her copious amount of tit until Olivia was thoroughly jug smothered. The tit sweat made her want to gag but Amber gripped her by two handfuls of hair and pushed the brunette?s face ever deeper into her cleavage until Olivia was reduced to a helpless rag doll.

Olivia had been completely humiliated by the experience, especially when she saw photos afterwards of Amber posing over her knocked out body, pressing her fists against Olivia?s chin as if she had knocked her out with a punch or grabbing a handful of brunette hair and squeezing her cheeks as the blonde trash talked her unconscious rival.

Olivia used that humiliation as fuel and spend months training hard for a rematch.

Now her hard work was paying off. The fight had been even for the first 30 minutes or so with the two women trading submission moves and occasional high risk maneuvers. Olivia had been stung hard a few times and worried that she might be knocked out again but eventually her greater stamina took over and she started having her way with Heard.

She toned and strong legs proved to be a real difference maker. The first time she trapped Amber in a figure four head scissors, she felt an almost orgasmic feeling of satisfaction. She could feel her calves biting deep into Heard?s neck and the panicky reaction in the blonde?s body. Olivia was also a better mat tactician than Amber. When she got an effective hold on an opponent ? like the figure four on Amber ? she just kept grinding it in place, draining the strength bit by bit from her opponent.

Once she had Amber thoroughly weakened she then switched to another hold he would apply methodically. A knee across Amber?s throat; a cross-wing arm bar that almost broke the blonde?s right limb; a thumb thrust into the back of Heard?s neck?.but the most devastating holds were the one where she utilized her leg power. In particular a long sequence where Amber was trapped in the corner and Olivia pressed her feet into the blonde?s neck and face, simultaneously chocking and humiliating her.

Olivia then started just firing kick after kick into Amber?s face, breaking her nose and knocking her silly.

After that Amber was pretty limp and Olivia was able to drag her face first into the middle of the ring. Olivia then laid herself on top of the prone blonde and squeezed her legs on either side of Amber?s neck. The effect was instantaneous. Amber?s body tensed up in intense paralyzing pain. What?s more the pulsing of Olivia?s legs had the added effect of pushing up Amber?s trapped face into the brunette?s rock hard glutes.

?That?s right loser, get in there. Kiss my ass, baby,? Olivia laughed in triumph.

Eventually Amber started crying quietly out of sheer frustration at being so trapped. Olivia got another shiver of pleasure as she saw her arch enemy sobbing. The blonde was reaching peak humiliation now.

After a long tenure in the reverse neck scissors ? was it 10 minutes? 15? ? Amber had drifted off into a deep, deep slumber.

Olivia then got her revenge from the first match by inviting the ringside photographers into the squared circle so they could get a variety of close-up victory shots. There were photos of Olivia applying a tight sleeper hold on Amber?shots of her slamming right and left crosses into the blonde?s jaw?and, of course, a variety of scissors and leg holds that squeezed Amber?s soft, prone body into putty.

Finally after a suitably long period of posing, Olivia tied up Amber?s hands behind her with a skipping rope and, grabbing the blonde, by one arm led her on a groggy Walk of Shame into the locker room for some more private punishment.

 

[Sandman13]

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Charlotte McKinney was enjoying the attention on the red carpet of a Hollywood awards show. Her sexy red dress left little to the imagination and the photographers were eating it up. But when a reporter asked her a question about women in action movies, Charlotte made a big mistake.
"I think I'd make a great superhero! I could at least do some action scenes!"Charlotte smiled her dazzling smile. "Take that recent Daredevil series, for instance. The women in that one were total wimps!"
Unfortunately for Charlotte (but not for catfight fans everywhere) a star of that show, Rosario Dawson, was passing by and overheard the big blonde's disparaging remark.
"Maybe you'd like to show everyone here just how tough you really are!"Rosario challenged her. And that was when Charlotte made her second mistake - she took a wild swing at the smirking Rosario. The dark-haired women easily dodged the blow and brought a few punches of her own into the fray. The sexy blonde was soon staggering blindly around the carpet, one shoe off and both eyes rapidly swelling shut. Ms. Dawson decided her foe would look better without the dress and ripped it off - to the delight of the crowd.
Charlotte tried one last time to win the fight, grabbing Rosario's long hair and pulling down. But the older woman just jack-hammered rights and lefts to Charlotte's trim tummy until she released her hair hold and backed off groaning. "Please - please - I don't wanna fight any more!" the big blond whimpered.
Rosario just smiled. "Well, of course you don't - you just got your candy ass whipped in less than 30 seconds. Now - say goodnight to the nice people!"
Charlotte bawled even louder, realizing what was coming, but she did stammer out "G-night!" just before Rosario walloped her with a huge right uppercut. The model shot backwards and crashed to the red carpet - topless, two black eyes and out for the evening. She was on every celebrity website the next day, mostly being listed as "Rosario's Bitch."

[Xtra164]

Shay Mitchell vs. Bianca Santos




Bianca Santos could only blame herself for the dire predicament she saw herself in. Embarrassed by her less than stellar match history, she thought that challenging a legitimate fighter like Shay Mitchell would instantly bring her clout and respect among the catfighting world. All that was well and good, but it helps to be actually prepared for the fight after you run your mouth off! For all the barking that Santos did prior to the match, even at one point insinuating that Mitchell was too scared to step into the ring against her, once push came to shove Bianca showed she had no bite at all as Shay proceeded to toss her around the ring like a ragdoll.

Usually Bianca was proud of her limber and flexible body, but not when Mitchell began to twist and knot her into all sorts of both painful and humiliating positions while all Santos could do, after all that loud talking, was flop around like a fish out of water. Her short patterned dress didn't last long as that was soon ripped to shreds off her body leaving the mortified Santos in just a black lace bra and matching panties. After a wide variety of contortions and bending, Mitchell saved the best for last. Standing behind a completely drained and wobbly-legged Bianca, Shay wrapped her arm around Santos' neck locking her head bent back in a dragon sleeper position. From this view she could look down right into Bianca's horrified and tear-filled eyes, but it was only about to get worse for the formally cocky weakling who had already surrendered and now at this point began to pathetically beg for mercy. Mitchll wrapped her left leg in front of Bianca's left leg holding her in place while she reached down to grip the other leg of Santos and actually hooked it backwards like she was trying to snap a wishbone! Bianca's legs were now spread wide open with one stretched behind so much that her toes were pointing directly up the ceiling behind Shay's head!

A cobra twist leg spread?? A dragon sleeper standing spladle?? Nobody knew what to call this behemoth of a submission maneuver but everybody did know, especially poor Bianca, that it hurt like hell while also being beyond humiliating. Her neck was twisted all the way back now being forced to look right into the eyes of her tormenter while her legs were spread wide flashing the entire arena her crotch barely covered in her black lace panties. Shay looked right down into her weeping face as she ordered Santos to profusely apologize for her pre-match snideness and never even mention the name of Shay Mitchell again to which she course pleaded and promised she'd never again. She would keep the submission hold locked in even after all the begging until Bianca's broken body went limp in her grasps, her eyes fluttering shut as she blacked out from the pain and degradation, to which Mitchell uncoiled herself and let Bianca's puny body tumble to the mat with a thud; now just serving as a mere symbol of destruction from an agitated Shay Mitchell who put any other jobber wanting to call her out on notice of what happens if you can't back it up!

[Jackflash Jump]

At last, here's another call for themed stories!

And our theme this time is...

Bad Girls Triumphant!

If you're like me, your matches have a good girl and a bad girl.  If so, then now's the time to let your devilish and dastardly damsels demolish their do-gooder rivals.  Let's let these wicked women win, win, win!   

[Jackflash Jump]

BAD GIRLS TRIUMPHANT

Sarah Hyland vs Sarah Michelle Gellar



Gellar shrieked and staggered backward, blinded by her opponent's Eye Poke of Doom, and Hyland pressed her newly-gained advantage, throwing a finger thrust into the blonde's throat.  The veteran catfighter gagged and gurgled as she struggled for breath, her defenses down.  A fist to the belly doubled her over, and a knee lift to the forehead sent her sprawling onto her back.

Few had given Hyland much of a chance to beat her more experienced adversary, but the younger battler had a habit for bucking the odds.  If she had to shred the rules of decorum to do so, what does she care?  Dropping down to the floor above her prone rival's head, Sarah H purrs, "I thought you were supposed to be tough?  Guess there's a new Slayer in town, huh old girl?"

With that she snaked her toned legs around Gellar's head, locking on a Figure Four Headscissors.  SMG thrashed in a frantic attempt to escape, her hands slapping and tugging at her tormentor's thighs, but to no avail.  Her face reddening from the pressure, her glassy eyes soon fluttered shut, and Gellar was driven into the abyss of abject defeat.



Esther Baxter vs Scarlett Johansson



Esther let out an Amazonian roar, followed by a sinister cackle, while Scarlett's response was a pitiful moan and labored gasps for breath.  What had begun as a dual bearhug had turned into a complete rout of the embattled blonde.  Johansson tapped her submission on the shoulder of her adversary, but Baxter ignored it, and the blonde's arms then fell limp as her head lolled from side to side.

Esther's 34DDD's pressed like bulldozers into Scarlett's 32DD's, crushing them mercilessly, and forcing Johansson's own orbs against her lungs, keeping her from drawing a decent breath.  The sepia skinned beauty could release her beaten opponent and claim the victory, but she wasn't interested in a submission...she wanted to knock the vaunted blonde out and prove her own supremacy over Scarlett.

That desire was fulfilled soon enough, as the blonde gave a loud moan and her lush body went slack.  Esther opened her arms and let her rival collapse to the carpet like a puppet whole strings had been cut.  Baxter then placed a foot triumphantly upon the heaving breasts of Johansson and raised her arms to proclaim, "All hail the Queen!"



Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter



"N-no more...please...!"

For the past few minutes, Abigail had been having her way with Ariel, as the blonde pinned her brunette rival to the floor and had been gleefully breast smothering her, only lifting herself up just before Winter would pass out.  Then, after 'mercifully' letting the hapless girl catch her breath, Breslin would repeat the torment all over again.  Ariel, who was used to being the one who did the breast smothering in a match, was humiliated by her arch-nemesis.

"Begging for mercy?" Abigail cooed.  "I've always known you were a bitch, but I didn't think you were a coward too.  But I'll tell you what...I'm feeling kind today, so we'll just bring this to an end."

For a brief moment there was a flicker of relief in Ariel's eyes...and then she realized that her tormentor wasn't going to finish this by getting up off of her.  She was going to finish the brunette off completely!

"NoooooooMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFF!"  Winter's plea is suddenly muffled beneath the glistening globes of her adversary, the flesh pressing into Ariel's face and forming a satiny prison that allows no air to pass.  Already on the brink of exhaustion, it takes no time at all to drive her into unconsciousness.

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Here's a quick one for your theme, Jack!

Charli XCX vs. Olivia Holt




Charli came out purposely as heelish as ever, clad in vivid red attire with horns on her head as if she might've been too subtle in her intentions, but that was nothing compared to the whipping she'd unleash on poor Olivia Holt who previously emerged perky and energetic waving and high-fiving the cheering fans down the ramp but soon realized that she was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb for the sadistic XCX!

And a slaughter is exactly what followed. Charli had no shame as she raked Holt's eyes, connected with multiple low blows and even exposed the turnbuckle and rammed Olivia headfirst into the steel! While everyone always enjoyed seeing a good jobber squashing, what was unfolding tonight was particularly cruel. Every time Holt tried squirming out of Charli's grasp and mounting any kind of offensive attack on her own she'd get stifled again by another cheap shot; the crowd loudly booing both XCX and the clueless referee who was letting this happen! It quickly became clear that Charli didn't even need to resort to any of this to beat Olivia fair and square in the ring, she was clearly the better fighter and stronger girl, but like a true bully, she just didn't care. If anything, the fan's disapproval of her savage and ruthless tactics only made her want to dish out more torture! With a wicked smile and evil cackles of laughter exhibiting twisted glee she broke Holt down, stripped her light blue belly top and white summer skirt off and then ascended to the top rope carrying her victim over her shoulder.

XCX held the whimpering Olivia upside down and much to everyone's shock and dismay, she leaped high in the air bringing Holt's cranium crashing down to the mat in a top rope piledriver while simultaneously rising her hand high and chopping it down right in-between Olivia's legs for a crotch chop; the jobber's white panties of course offering no protection from the vicious blow. Holt fell on her back with a thud spread eagled and completely KO'ed and almost mercifully so after all the punishment she'd endured. As if Charli even needed to do anything else to further humiliate her obliterated prey, she took a seat right on Olivia's face rubbing her crotch up and down her features while raising both hands high in the air and giving the booing audience two middle fingers while the referee counted to three finally ending this barbaous display!

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BAD GIRLS TRIUMPHANT

Francesca Eastwood vs. Alice Eve



The sound of the back of Francesca's hard slapping across Alice's face resounded through the room with a sharp CRACK, sending the English blonde reeling backward.  Finding her footing, her eyes glazed and her mouth hung slack as she panted hard for breath, the blonde suddenly lunged forward, her right hand balled into a fist and aimed at the face of her adversary.  However this late in the grueling catfight, Alice's movements were sluggish, and Francesca managed to side-step.  Missing her target, Alice pitched forward and fell to her hands and knees.

Eastwood gave a small, cruel smile.  She had counted on her endurance to outlast her English opponent, and she was very pleased to find she had been right.  Now the time had come to finish the blonde off.

Dropping to her knees behind Eve, Francesca grabbed her hair and pulled her up to a kneeling position.  The auburn haired American then reached her hands around the torso of the buxom blonde, grabbing the cups of her bra and yanking them down, letting her breasts spill out.  A moment later, Francesca viciously began to pinch and twist Alice's nipples, drawing shrieks of agony from the Brit.  The piercing pain drained the scant remaining strength which the tearful blonde had, leaving her nothing left to resist as now Eastwood bent Alice backward at the waist and drew her left arm across the Englishwoman's throat with a crude Dragon Sleeper, while with her right hand, Frencesca cruelly pistoned punches into Alice's bare breasts.  Between the chokehold and the pounding, the blonde was swiftly rendered semi-conscious and finished.



Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco



Her watery eyes shutting tight against the pain, Kaley let out a squealing moan as she sank to her knees.  Mila gave a half-smirk and continued to pour all of her power into the Iron Claw she had locked on her rival's face.  Suddenly she released her hold, but instantly followed it up with a knee lift that smashed into the blonde's jaw, sending her sailing backward to the floor.  Cuoco's partisans in the onlooking crowd of elite spectators cheered her on, but their encouragement had a hollow ring to it, as even they had to admit that things looked bleak for the blonde.

A sharp kick of Kunis's heel into her opponent's groin further imperiled the blonde, drawing an anguished gasp from her.  Then, the brunette lifted up Cuoco's legs and folded them over, matchbook pinning her.  Sitting down upon her rival's haunches, Mila almost casually examined her nails as if she hadn't a care in the world.  Meantime, Kaley struggled for breath as she was doubled over and compacted, her own breasts pressing down over her mouth to partially smother her.  She whined and squirmed, but she was simply too spent to throw her oppressor off, and ultimately she was simply overwhelmed, and she slipped into a semi-conscious stupor, and into defeat.




Ashley Tisdale vs Michelle Trachtenberg



Michelle's eyes went wide in panic as she realized her predicament.  Flat on her belly, Ashley had laid down on top of her, the blonde using her legs to grapevine those of the brunette, spreading them wide and keeping Trachtenberg pinned down.  The blonde's hands then found their way to her adversary's face...specifically, covering her mouth while simultaneously pinching closed her nose.  Unable to breath, the exhausted brunette squirmed haplessly beneath her tormentor, her hands clutching at Tisdale's wrists, frantically trying to pry them loose, but to no avail.

In complete command of the fight, Ashley smiled and cooed, "It's time for widdle baby Michelle to go nighty-night.  But don't worry, after you nod off, I'll be sure to tuck you in."  Those words filed the brunette with new dread, because she knew just what her rival had in mind:  after KOing her, Ashley would strip Michelle of her bra and panties and leave her nude and spreadeagled on the floor, a humiliating finish.  Her fear fueled new determination to escape.

But it was all for naught.  Already pushed beyond her physical limits by the grueling battle she had endured, Trachtenberg simply had nothing left in the tank.  And with her air supply mercilessly cut off, her eyes glazed over, rolled up in their sockets, and her lids fluttered shut.

She would groggily come to an indeterminate time later...naked on the floor, and displayed like a trophy of conquest by the victorious blonde.

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Keira Knightley Vs Natalie Portman



Keira is trying to catch her breath whilst knelling in the corner of the room, her arm laying across her ribs which have just been subjected to one of Natalie’s deadly body scissor holds. Keira tries for a third time to get to her feet. But can only stand with the aid of the wall behind her. Natalie says “I can’t believe people keep comparing us”. Just then Keira makes a dive for Natalie only for her to make a very graceful side step and watches a Keira misses and ends up crumpled heap on the mat.

Natalie quickly pounces on the sickened brit and traps her in a school boy pin, wasting no time she squeezes Keira’s face between her legs saying “You know this isn’t going to end well for you” Natalie then slowly unzips her skirt and undoes the lace on her panties and removes them Keira watches in horror and knows what is about to happen but every time she struggles her ribs send her into ever increasing levels of pain.

Natalie scoots forward enveloping Keira’s face with her crouch Natalie says “you know what to do and the penalty if you don’t”. Just then Keira stick her tongue out and Natalie slowly starts to grind herself against it. Over the next several minutes the pace slowly pick-up with Keira moaning for mercy and Natalie stroking her boobs, Suddenly Natalie Goes completely ridged and biting her bottom lip looks down between her legs to see Keira’s red face covered in her Juices. 

Natalie grabs her panties and wipes Keira’s face as she sobs. She gives Keira a little kiss on the forehead before standing over her and placing her foot on her face and taking a selfie with Keira under foot.

Natalie leaves her a letter in which she orders Keira to stop auditioning for any more Hollywood movies or she would leak this picture to 4chan.

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BAD GIRLS TRIUMPHANT

Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson



Having already removed the halter top from her dazed arch-nemesis, Kristen took delight in peeling Emma's bikini panties down her legs before pulling them off, leaving the embattled Brit stark naked.  Stewart then rolled her opponent over onto her belly, while the American then stood up.  Stepping her feet behind her foe's knees while bending her lower legs back to hook Watson's feet around Kristen's shins, Stewart then bent down to grab Emma's wrists.

Next, throwing herself backward to the floor, Stewart hoists Watson's body up into the air, holding it aloft in a Romero Ceiling Hold, offering up the nude beauty as an offering to the wrestling gods.  The pressure of her own full weight courses like lightning through the English girl's knees and shoulders, jolting her out of her stupor.  She commanded herself not to submit, but that vow was broken within instants, as the pain drove Watson to shriek out her submission.

Unfortunately for her, the malevolent Kristen chose to ignore it, and she kept Emma up in the hold, until at last the pain drove the proud English lass to pass out, tears streaking down her face.  With a cold, heartless laugh, Stewart threw her beaten rival to the floor and rose up to accept the acclaim of the spectators.



Miley Cyrus vs Emma Watson



If Emma thought that she could rebound from her recent defeat at the hands of Kristen Stewart by beating the formidable Miley, she swiftly learned that she has made a grievous mistake.  The American quickly came to dominate the apartment catfight through her brawling style, which ignored all rules of fair play and decorum.

After playing with her prey for what...to Emma...seemed like forever, Cyrus finally drove the Brit into unconsciousness with a Figure Four Headscissors.  But the American wasn't quit finished with her adversary just yet....

As Emma finally came out of her stupor, she realized in her fog-addled brain that something wasn't...quite...right.  Miley had pulled Watson up to her knees, and she realized that when she tried to lift a hand to her aching head, she couldn't raise her arm...either of them.  Indeed, there were shackles on her wrists, with slender silver chains attached to a leather belt around her waist, and only allowed her to pull her arms away from her body by a few inches.  She had been stripped naked as well.  It took her a few moments more to realize that there was something in her mouth: a ball gag.

She frantically looked from side to side, eyes wide with confusion and fear, but did not see her oppressor.  That's because Miley was standing directly behind her, having brought forth the next item from the leather bag she brought with her to the match.  It was a leather blindfold mask, which Cyrus slipped around Watson's head, covering her eyes.  The startled English lass gave a whining squeal of distress, but was still too exhausted to do anything more than remain there on her knees.

Blinded and bound, she had no idea what was next to come.  That question was answered soon enough:  Pain.

Miley snapped the two chrome clamps onto Emma's nipples, sending an electric jolt of agony from her pert breasts through her entire torso.  Still on her knees, she whined and wimpered while trying to squirm free, but Cyrus held a tight handful of Watson's hair, keeping her from crawling away on her knees.  She forced Emma to bend forward until the side of her face pressed to the carpeted floor; still on her knees, her bare rear end hovered up in the air, making it the perfect target.

A heartbeat later, the Brit felt the sting of the paddle on her behind, as it smacked down with a steady drumbeat of blows.  It had been custom made, with two letters embossed in reverse on it; with each slap, it 'branded' Watson's derriere with an 'M' and a 'C', establishing ownership.

When Miley was finally done, Emma melted into a sobbing puddle on the floor, crushed in body and spirit.

FLASHBACK 2003:  Anna Kourniknova vs Shannon Elizabeth



It had been billed as the 'Battle of the Superpowers', and fittingly enough held in neutral Geneva, Switzerland.  Both were garbed in red, white and blue...Shannon in stars and stripes for the U.S. flag, Anna in the colors of Russia.

Perhaps feeling cocky that America had won the Cold War, Shannon underestimated the challenge her blonde opponent would pose.  That proved to be a fatal error.  Kournikova attacked her American rival without mercy, in particular doing devastating damage with repeated kicks and punches to 'Old Glory'...the star spangled triangle of bikini bottoms covering Shannon's groin.  The Russian beauty took a special delight in making her rival cry out in agony, making the brunette little more than a rag doll to be twisted and slammed to the floor at the blonde's leisure.

Finally, using Shannon's own halter top, Anna wrapped the fabric around the American's throat and strangled her until Shannon was left barely conscious.  Kournikova then stripped her helpless adversary of her bottoms, claiming Shannon's "flag" as her trophy.  But having driven her opponent to defeat, the blonde was now intent on humiliating her as well.

Dragging Shannon's body over to a wingback leather chair, Anna laid the barely conscious American on her back on the floor before the chair.  Kournikova then settled down on the chair, as a Queen takes her throne, and she crossed her legs, placing her right foot down upon Shannon's face, using it as her footrest!  The American could do little more than to lay there and endure the humiliation, moaning softly as tears trickled down her cheeks.

FLASHBACK 1945: Betty Grable vs June Haver



Although June was a rising star in the Hollywood catfighting scene, the betting odds were on the more experience Betty claiming the victory on this night.  Of course, the odds-makers didn't take into account the fact that Haver...nearly obsessed with the desire of toppling Grable from the throne as the top fighter in Hollywood...would do anything and everything to win.

She saw her opportunity in the opening moments of the match.  Betty, far too confident of herself and dismissive of her opponent, was more interested in preening and posing for the high-powered studio executives who were in the audience of onlookers, and wasn't even bothering to pay attention to her opponent.  The men were enraptured at the sight of Grable's sculpted legs, widely hailed as the greatest gams in all of moviedom.  But June proved she had a pair of stems well worth paying attention to as well, as her right leg lashed out, and she slammed a brutal kick up between Betty's thighs.

Grable let out a shriek that melted into a pained moan as she sank to her knees.  And from that point on, the match was entirely in June's favor.  She focused much of her attack on her adversary's fabled legs, twisting, yanking and stomping them relentlessly, until they were so battered, Grable was unable to stand on them.  With her primary weapons eliminated, Betty was easy prey.  And adding insult to injury, Haver now began to torment her opponent with various head and body scissors, taunting the hapless Grable with, "Who has the better legs now, hmmmm?"

Finally, crushing Betty from behind with a bodyscissors, June began to lean back and lift Grable's seated body up into the air...and would then bring it down hard with a Keister Bump, the impact reverberating through Betty's rear end and sending electric currents of pain from her tail bone up through her spine.  After several of these, Grable...her body soaked with sweat, her eyes glazed and vacant, her head lolling from side to side...was as limp as a ragdoll.  June released her, stood up, and place a foot between Betty's breasts, and asked one of the leading actors in Hollywood to make the count...and to make it a full ten.  Grable simply lay there, her body quivering involuntarily, as she was counted out.

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Two wonderfull Emma´s fight, especially vs Kristen, it´s a fantastic classic.